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俾你嘅，先生。
一。
過牌。佢唔落注，但係佢跟住節奏。你過牌。有人喺度追花。我免費睇張牌。過牌。我過牌。（噴射聲）你攞咗咩牌，Candyman？
過牌。
唔該。
死硬……典型。
我可以落注。就……$2,000。Grinder開口喇。（籌碼碰撞聲）我哋加注到$4,000。跟注。$2,000。加注$2,000。
全部都係你嘅世界，Grinder。
我去買件$2,000嘅薄餅。
咁……不如就玩大佢。我全押。
你攞咗咩牌，南愛荷華？我右邊有條友好煩。
係……你可能贏緊。你可能只係想買牌。Johnny Chan都覺得我太老，喺86年系列賽嗰陣。你係咪講緊波仔穿過Buckner褲襠嗰個系列賽？慳返個故仔啦，細路。事實係咁。我有A一對。你有咩？可能係三條，可能係K、Q。可能係兩對。枱面出A……我贏。出梅花……我贏。出8、9……我贏。計數啦，老嘢。每種花有13張。我見到三張梅花。即係仲有十張會出，牌疊剩37張。你鍾意呢啲賠率？我鍾意佢多過鍾意你。
（尖叫聲）（作嘔聲）
（機器嗶嗶聲和鈴聲）（硬幣碰撞聲）（笑聲）
你輸咗？
我喺度聽。聽咩？心電圖……C大調和弦。全部老虎機都彈同一啲音——完美和諧。令人開心。係，除咗你輸嗰陣。嗰陣你乜都聽唔到。
做咩嘢，Warrick？喂，Hank。做咩嘢，Warrick？喂，Hank。Sara同你一齊？佢嚟緊。同佢講我問候佢。收到。
唔該，兄弟。
Doyle Pfeiffer。世界最勁嘅啤牌玩家。18個鐘頭前，佢坐低嗰陣仲係個健康嘅人。半個鐘頭前，佢死咗……喺佢張櫈度。WARRICK：好大個鍋。賭場唔滿意佢係心臟病發？我哋唔滿意。呢鋪好大鑊。我哋當謀殺案處理。可疑情況。嗯。你有冇玩過啤牌，Warrick？有。啤牌唔係賭博。係計百分比。係一種技巧。我鍾意玩係為咗刺激。
呢鋪牌係邊個嘅？我㗎！呢個鍋係我㗎！佢死咗先全押㗎！有個後生、大聲嘅玩家話個鍋係佢嘅。唔該。兩個牛仔——一個喺翻牌——三條。
A一對。不過冇河牌。燒一張，翻一張。
黑桃A。
死亡之牌。♪ ♪
♪ 你……係邊個？♪ ♪ 邊個，邊個，邊個，邊個？♪ ♪ 你係邊個？♪ ♪ 邊個，邊個，邊個，邊個？♪ ♪ 我真係好想知♪ ♪ 你……係邊個？♪ ♪ 噢-噢-噢♪ ♪ 你……♪ ♪ 噢-噢-噢♪ ♪ 你……♪ ♪ 嚟啦，話我知你係邊個，邊個，邊個♪ ♪ 噢，你！♪
邊個報警？西部LVU鳥類學學生。見到火雞禿鷹。好奇。（尖叫聲）猛禽比蛆蟲更快搵到屍體。犀利。槍傷。傷口喺面頰下面。冇乜血，冇血池。即係佢唔係喺呢度中槍。「呢度」係邊？Frenchman Airfield——係個舊跑道，60年代之後就冇用過。嗯，好平坦。你仲可以喺度降落飛機。係，但係喺荒山野嶺？完美嘅棄屍地點。
我搵到朱古力。咩色？綠色。你知唔知人哋點講綠色嗰啲？分開袋好。但你同意我，啱嘛？係棄權。Doyle從來冇全押。佢可以用嗰對A擦屎，有冇河牌都係。我贏咗佢。係棄權。嘩。噓。見到呢個警章未？我唔係賭博委員會嘅。你對賭博有意見，就搵個著西裝唔靚嘅人。情況係咁：調查期間，個鍋係我哋嘅。（嘆氣）WARRICK：係咪我諗嗰樣嘢？可能係尿。呢啲牌局，早離枱可能會被視為軟弱。話我知呢啲嘢有防污塗層。你不如話我知，你拎返實驗室化驗之後點？好嘢。
你點解咁識啤牌？我大學第一間屍體農場就係靠佢籌錢。你講笑咋。嘩。我好佩服。我係話，你竟然同活生生嘅人一齊坐低玩。啤牌唔係互動嘅遊戲。係觀察嘅遊戲。我以前鍾意研究人。然後，我諗，我，嗯……覺得悶。而家我研究證據。我唔明嘅係，我哋唔係冇講過賭博。點解你從來冇提過？同一個好嘅玩家會隱藏自己嘅習慣一樣。
佢唔想暴露自己。
你知唔知Steve Wynn點解請Bobby Baldwin打理Nugget，然後係Mirage……Bellagio？佢係個好叻嘅啤牌玩家——好叻嘅思想家。我唔知喎。世界停一停。
肩膀以上冇明顯嘅紫紅色屍斑。即係唔係心臟病發？唔排除中風，但係睇下佢指甲嘅Mees線。
嘴角有奶白色、似嘔吐物嘅液體。牙齦有一條藍色線。全部都係鉛中毒嘅特徵。我好多年冇見過鉛中毒嘅病例。你覺得呢個似咩？
似佢大脾有粒子彈。可能留咗好耐，慢慢滲鉛入佢身體。夠唔夠殺死佢？等我攞到毒理報告，再檢查個腦，就會清楚啲。♪ ♪
每個人都有習慣，係咪，Lita？
Whiskey sour，係嘛？係，我自己就鍾意「Thug Passion」。（讀錯音）係Tupac嘅嘢。Tupac？
咁你個救護員鍾意飲咩？我敢打賭，有個名叫Hank嘅人，應該有啲女仔同佢飲yac。「Yac」？干邑？唔係。「Hoes」？嗯，唔講呢啲。同埋，嗯……唔關你事。事實上，唔關任何人事。好啦，我可以唔同Warrick同Nick講Hank嘅事，但有一個條件。你話我知佢有咩係我冇嘅。（打印機嗶嗶聲和轉動聲）
受害者杯嘢飲入面有tetrahydrozoline。我未得到答案。我就得到我嘅。你根本唔鍾意Tupac，Greg。
佢用眼藥水殺咗佢？都唔係咁離譜。Tetrahydrozoline係眼藥水嘅有效成分。係血管收縮劑。好明顯，對紅眼症好有效。
我接受呢個講法：你吞咗眼藥水，佢會收縮全身血管，甚至可能令血壓飆升，甚至引起中風。係完美嘅毒藥。冇味、冇色、冇味。Doyle永遠唔會知道佢杯嘢有問題。得一個問題。咩問題？Lita Gibbons係最後一個坐低嘅人，而且佢從未離開過張櫈。咁……眼藥水點樣入到佢杯嘢？
喂，Catherine。嚟得啱啱好。我啱啱做完你個John Doe嘅初步檢驗。唔再係John Doe喇。有咗名同犯罪紀錄。Jace Felder，98年因賣冰毒被捕。佢嘅指紋喺AFIS系統入面。到你講。死因：貫穿性槍傷。傷口穿過顴弓，從右太陽穴射出。
睇下佢右邊耳膜。
佢嘅耳膜冇咗。有血跡表示鼓膜喺死前唔耐被震穿。
我哋喺跑道搵到佢。可能佢太接近噴射引擎。噴射引擎？咁就解釋到佢啲衫有汽油味。送去微量物證組。不過有樣嘢唔係成日見到：佢軀幹有死前瘀傷。兩條對稱嘅線。似係安全帶或者挽具造成。可能。呢條友係咩人——Top Gun？♪ ♪
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呢個唔係飛機。痕跡太窄，冇中間輪，同埋……飛機幾時會冇咗倒後鏡？其實，我哋睇緊兩個。兩個？係，跑道頭有新鮮痕跡——兩組，都係平行，所以……我估有架車喺呢度打滑……兄弟，你快過我好多。係，我喺度一段時間。嗰邊，另一組胎痕直去，所以……啱。只有當車輪唔係順暢轉動嗰陣先會留低胎痕。緊急煞車？突然加速？賽車？我諗係。非法賽車？或者街頭賽車。啊……非法係有原因嘅。係。細路仔會死。
♪ ♪ 午夜飛車。我大佬係個車迷。改裝咗一架65年GTO，有三個化油器。踩盡佢。零到113英里只需四分之一英里。所以你大佬型過你。（笑）唔係。唔係真係。歡迎嚟到賽前。成個Clark County嘅車迷，都問同一個問題：「你引擎蓋下面有咩？」前戲就係前戲。咁佢哋幾時比賽？唔係幾時，係邊度。比賽地點成日轉。一收到電話，條街幾秒內就會清空。佢哋會由呢度一路去Frenchman Airfield？只有落雨先會。琴晚落過雨。雨水會帶起路面嘅油。佢哋要去第二度搵抓地力。沙漠。離心式增壓器。正。係，好似渦輪嘅壓縮機部分，但係唔係靠廢氣轉動，而係透過齒輪組連到曲軸。更大馬力，冇額外重量。每個女仔嘅夢想。我鍾意。（笑）係，睇下個氮氣加速。NOS。氮氣加速系統。氮氣即係速度？速度最終取決於你將氧氣同燃料混合同點燃嘅速度。STOKES：普通空氣大約有20%氧氣。氮氣有40%。雙倍燃燒，雙倍馬力。（嘶嘶聲）（爆炸聲）（引擎加速聲）（輪胎摩擦聲）所以突然加速可以解釋到跑道嗰啲胎痕。
睇下個賽車安全帶。同受害者身上嘅瘀傷一樣。（音響大聲播放嘻哈音樂）♪ 我嘅感覺好真實……♪ 做你應該做嘅事。做你應該做嘅事。♪ 令到……想殺人♪ ♪ 我直接係病態♪ ♪ 騎住我嘅電單車喺街頭♪ ♪ 而政客就講到……♪ 喂！你聾咗？多謝晒。做咩？Thumpy G。打樁機都靜50分貝。你知唔知唯一贏到打樁機嘅方法係用15,000瓦特播Run-DMC嘅「Dumb Girl」或者……或者LL Cool J嘅「Goin' Back to Cali」。你明唔明？MAN：喂，Thumpy G，做咩？做咩，兄弟？Thumpy，你整爆好多耳膜？我盡力。你識呢條友？Jace Felder。唔識。做咩，BB？WOMAN：喂，你好嗎？喂。喂，Thumper！不如我扣押你架車，沒收你套音響，告你擾亂安寧？噢，佢好辣，但而家真係好熱。好啦。喂，兄弟，嗯……我諗起喇。我哋洗耳恭聽。（轉動聲）嘩。係新嘢？係。Turbo。我鍾意。使唔使幫手？唔使。啊。
（呻吟聲）正。
（鋸子轉動聲）（鋸子停咗）退後少少好嗎？
（鋸子轉動聲）♪ ♪
（模糊嘅對話聲）第幾個鍋喇？太多。係。
Lita Gibbons？
你不如唔好玩呢鋪。跟我嚟。
係。我住呢度。Tangiers係間煙屋。整到我對眼唔舒服。你用眼藥水？成樽成樽。可以睇下嗎？隨便攞。
Gibbons小姐，你對眼咩色？啡色。點解你只戴一隻隱形眼鏡？我右眼有10/30視力。
點解有顏色？
我哋要攞你隻隱形眼鏡。同你啲眼藥水。
你有冇拎過傳奇嘅腦？個腦投降。正確串法：U-N-C-A-L。Uncal herniation——顳葉底部腫脹，壓迫後大腦動脈，導致中風。WARRICK：返轉頭講。受害者因為留喺大脾嘅子彈而有慢性鉛中毒。毒理報告未出。但你係諗，子彈嘅鉛令佢個腦腫脹……uncal herniation？關鍵係血壓。如果佢控制到，可能仲有20年命。但係有人喺佢杯嘢落咗tetrahydrozoline，令佢血壓飆升，而家佢個腦喺個碗度。係。
陰濕。
Michelangelo？係。對一個 mechanic 嚟講係個怪名。Thumpy G話佢係藝術家。Michael……Angelo。Nick Stokes，Catherine Willows。拉斯維加斯罪案實驗室。遲啲傾。嘩。係。咁你玩賽車玩咗幾耐？我唔賽車。我改車。以每小時$650計，你係度浪費我錢。而你係度浪費我時間。我哋調查緊謀殺案。Jace Felder，係嘛？係。你點知？世界真細。佢嘅事好可惜。佢係南內華達嘅Steve McQueen。係，我哋搵緊佢中槍嗰晚同佢賽車嘅細路。點解嚟搵我？Thumpy G提起你個名，兄弟。話佢揸緊一架「Michelangelo」。我有好多藝術品。邊一架？藍色Honda，藍色鈴，有色車窗。
藝術品。MICHELANGELO：Billie……Holiday。呢架車係為自己整嘅。賣咗俾個punk kid。唔應該咁做。賣清光。個細路某日行入嚟，個腦諗住$100,000個價錢牌。要一架賽車，要現貨。唔要訂造，唔使等，即刻要。用支票俾錢。有錢仔。你有冇支票副本？掉咗。掉咗？掉咗。掉咗？都唔應該咁做。唔係。我只係知係保險公司支票。第三方。等到佢兌現先。（電話響）喂？LOCKWOOD：搵到Jace Felder架車。邊度？我哋好彩。就喺我哋眼皮底下。軍裝警員喺Gibson Road搵到。帳篷拍賣。個，嗯……VIN號碼被刮走，但我查咗防火牆。查到係Jace Felder。賣家係邊個？嗯，有個叫Steven Masters嘅人。同佢開個價。我哋要架車。又見面喇。
Lita Gibbons唔係將呢啲嘢搽喺乳頭掛？你飲得
Well? Well, uh... you'll get your answer when I get mine.
Hey, Grissom. Hooked you up. Is this the same color as the contact lens? Only bigger. Glass is my life. All right, stick around. I need your eyes. As long as they stay in my head.
Find the aces. How many are there?
Four.
First row, third card.
Second row, fourth card.
Third row, eighth card.
And fourth row, third card. Anaglyphics. Color contrast to see hidden marks. Lita Gibbons was playing the daub. She was cheating. She marked the cards with lip balm. And that's all she was doing. The vic's drink contained .05% tetrahydrozoline hydrochloride and .25% zinc sulfate. There was no zinc sulfate in any of Lita Gibbons' eyedrops. It's a different formulation. So she didn't kill Doyle Pfeiffer. No. But someone's eyedrops did.
WOMAN: You're costing me money here. I've got a second shift at the Monaco. Well, you didn't seem too worried about money the other night. We watched the surveillance tape. Doyle Pfeiffer didn't even pass you a nickel, yet you were all over him. I can tell you've never served drinks. Catch him in the right mood, with the right pot, he can make your month. Is that why you were giving eyes to the California kid? I wasn't making eyes with him. You tipped some waitress $1,500 the other night? You in business, or you in love? I was running a hot streak-- three kill pots in a row-- 60 grand in 40 minutes. I threw her a bone. That all you threw her? Put a shot in her? Anything else I should know? I mean, we're just talking here. All I can say is, for 1,500 bucks, you get great service. I'm a waitress, not a call girl. I was playing one guy against the other. You want to make money? You bait. Besides... I thought Doyle had a heart attack. He did, but he had help. Someone put something in his drink.
What can I get you? I'd like some information. Do you know what happens when you beat a legend? People see you different. They... they play you different. I wanted that edge. All right, let's go with that-- an edge. It does not play into my hand to have the guy dead.
The days of comping drinks, sticking the hotel with the bill-- those are done. Everything's computerized now, down to the last drop. Standard protocol. Down to the way the girls order their drinks: sodas first, mixers second, beers last. No exceptions. Where's your alcohol? I don't see any bottles. Back of the house. Really?
May I order a double bourbon on the rocks? Coming up.
Eight dollars. You keep the drink and the change. Thank you. You mind if I take a look in your purse? Yes, I do mind.
( sighs ) I'll tell you this. You bust me... you better bust all of us.
No glass, no paint flecks, no personal effects. It's been cleaned. Hold the phone.
I've got what looks like... Ah.
...a nine-millimeter round. No visible body fluid. What do you think? Maybe a miss? If he was shot in this car, there's got to be some blood. Spray it up.
Well, the only void is in the driver's seat. Means it was occupied by our victim, Jace Felder. So he was shot in the head, left to right. Spatter on the passenger door is from the exit wound. Well, what about the rest of this blood? It's everywhere. He was shot while the car was in motion? Bled out while the car was rolling?
I want to meet the seller. Opportunity knocked. I answered. STOKES: Okay. Let's back up and start over, shall we, Mr. Masters? You and your brother were off-roading. Yes, sir. And you stumbled upon a wrecked racer out near Mercury. Yes, sir. Why didn't you just...? (stammers) Why didn't you just...? (stammers) Let me, uh... let me get in on this. Please. What were you thinking? You... you took the car? Damn right. Engine alone's worth 15 grand. The keys are still in the ignition. See if it runs. What about him? Leave him here.
And what does a person's life go for? Ma'am, he was already dead. I drove the car home, washed it out. And you didn't think to call 911 or anything like that? No. You guys would have impounded the car. Okay, Mr. Masters. You've just confessed to grand larceny. Tampering with a crime scene. Detective Lockwood will get back to you on the murder charge.
Make yourself at home, boss.
Jackass. Dumbass. "Opportunity knocked." LOCKWOOD: Hey, guys. I got a name on that third-party check signed over to Michelangelo. Tony Del Nagro. 8824 Sandy Creek Road. Yeah. I race. You race Jace Felder the other night? I race a lot of people. Look, if you're looking to bust my son for street-racing, you can get your partner out of my backyard. I... Sir, we're investigating a murder. Jace Felder was shot and killed. He doesn't know anything about that. Tony... tell me about the race. We went head up.
Put my pink slip up against his five grand. Guess you could say I won.
New glass. Less tint.
From what I hear, Jace Felder was... Mario Andretti. Why would you...? ( door opens ) Why would you risk your "Michelangelo" against the best? The best? Yeah, right. Jace was nothing but a lip-flapper. Told me I was all flash and no dash. He wanted to nut up a title. I took it.
Everybody scattered. No one wants to be there when the cops show up. Did you replace one of your car windows recently? Yeah. Last week. Some tweeker blew it out doing doughnuts. Before or after he fired the gun in your car? All right, look. What is this all about? I mean, look, my son doesn't have to answer any more of your questions. Dad, it's okay. It's fine.
Yeah, I popped off a few rounds through the sunroof. The sunroof? Yeah, everybody does it. Music's bumpin', and everybody's showing off their wheels. It's just how you get hyped for a race. Everybody does it. Where's the gun, Tony? It's not his. It's mine. It doesn't belong to him. It's registered to me. Well, sir, we have reason to believe this gun was used in a homicide. Well, sir... my wife was murdered two years ago, and I couldn't even get a cop to return my phone calls, and now here you are in my home harassing my son.
Get out. Now. Take a walk.
We'll be back with a warrant.
What do cowboys drink? Whiskey. And when I chew on a lemon wedge, boy, is it... Sour. And vacuums are great because they... suck. Reverse suction.
His drink in her eyedrops; her eyedrops in his drink. Dr. Edmond Locard would be proud. Well, we got a bonded bartender, eye in the sky, other waitresses. How the hell did she get that into his drink without anyone seeing it? Aye. There's the rub. ( opera music playing )
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( music stops ) What do you got? Suspicious waitress.
Standard protocol for ordering drinks: the sodas, then mixed drinks, then beers. First five rounds, she ordered correctly. The last round, however, she ordered Doyle's whiskey sour first. You can't pin this on me. Sure, we can. You put your eyedrops in Doyle Pfeiffer's drink. That's what killed him. ( chuckling ): My eyedrops? Look, you saw the way it works. I didn't have time. You made the time. I didn't have time. You made the time. Whiskey sour, decaf, bottled water, beer. Come on, Nadine. Order your drinks in the right order, okay? I'm swamped. Just give them to me. I am, too. I'm swamped. Just give them to me. I am, too.
You changed the order of your drinks, and the switch-up gave you... opportunity.
So let's talk motive. You want motive? Yes. He was a stiff. I gave him a standard eyedrop shooter. I was trying to give the guy diarrhea, not kill him. Doyle sat at my table night after night, and never even so much as tossed one of those piddly-ass candies of his my way. In my line of work, there are two kinds of tippers: the "Georges" and the "stiffs." Matt was a George; Doyle was a stiff. Now, if you want to charge me with conspiracy of trying to make a guy crap his pants, then fine, go ahead. I'm guilty. But I didn't kill him. So the kid gets the pot, but he doesn't get the reputation. Server's revenge. Yeah, that's what she said. Server's revenge. Yeah, that's what she said. A pissed-off waitress and a rounder with a bullet in him-- it could be a lethal combination. Got that tox report back.
Basophilic stippling? Well, that can't be. Coarse basophilic stippling only occurs from massive infusions of lead. WARRICK: Yeah. And according to the tox report, the bullet in his leg wasn't degraded enough to account for the amount of lead in his body. So where'd the rest of the lead come from?
What do you got, Bobby? Yo, got your bullet. You pulled this out of a CRX, huh? Yeah. Well, it's a lead core of a bullet. Looks like a... medium caliber, just mangled upon impact. Can't get any stria, so test firing the suspect's weapon's a waste of time. Great. So it's useless. Well, I don't know. Take a look at the tip there.
Bullet's got splinters. Light glass, tinted glass.
Thanks, Bobby. Yeah. Sure thing. Thanks, Bobby. Yeah. Sure thing. GRISSOM: Okay, the last hand. I'm Doyle. I've been sitting in the same chair for 13 hours. Here comes the cocktail waitress. She serves me my drink, flashes me, then she looks at Matt. Question is: Why? WARRICK: Let's not forget the eyedrops are already in the drink. Maybe she's giving him a signal. Yeah, maybe they're working together. It's irrelevant. We've been chasing eyedrops to death. We're looking for lead. SANDERS: Well, maybe the lead came from the glasses. Lead crystal. Yeah, in a casino? Picture that. SIDLE: Already tested them. Negative.
WILLOWS: So, I looked into Rita Del Nagro's death. The accident report says hit-and-run. It was a two-car collision. It's still open. An arrest was made, but the suspect was released due to insufficient evidence. Now, guess his name. Jace Felder? Gives Tony Del Nagro plenty of motive. He lost his mother. Wanted revenge. Maybe. But why try to gun down Felder in the middle of a street race? Well, if it looks like an accident, the investigation would be abbreviated. All right, stand back, y'all. No full-on autopsy. The bullet could go undetected.
Firing!
Bullet's nose picked up trace of both windows. Just like the one recovered from Jace Felder's car. WILLOWS: You guys rock. ( laughing ) So, we know the bullet can make the shot. Let's go see if the driver can. ♪ ♪ You're all set. Okay. Thanks. We'll take care of them for you. Hey, wait, hang on. Cath, give me a test fire, will you? Love to.
( alarm blaring ) I wired the target to the car's alarm system. Got to make sure we hear it. Always thinking, there, Nicky, aren't ya? Yeah.
Okay, remember, full out till fifth, then hit the nitrous and hang on. You just try to keep up.
( engines roaring ) ( tires squealing )
Yeah!
♪ You walk away from me... ♪ ( alarm blaring )
( tires screeching ) ♪ You walk away from me ♪ ( tires screeching )
♪ You walk away from me. ♪ Thank you! Good night! ♪ ♪
♪ ♪
Jace killed my mom.
Everybody knew it. Everybody knew it, and nobody came forward.
It was a street race.
Jace's car just slammed right into us. ( tires screeching ) ( screams ) Killed my mom instantly.
He just plowed right into us. Kept going.
You were in the car. Why didn't you just tell the police? Because I didn't know it was Jace.
I found out later on that it was a street racer.
And you weren't? Not at the time, no. So I went to a couple of events and hooked into the world.
I found out within one hour who killed her. So, let me get this straight.
You decide to become one of them. You buy a car with your mother's death benefit, toss your hat in the ring, and wait for your shot.
Revenge is best served cold.
( three gunshots ) ( screams )
( engine accelerating ) I never stopped.
I just kept going. Never looked back. Took his title, and then took him down. He took my mother's life, so I took his.
What's up, Gris?
Did you guys know that 70% of the world's chocolate is produced in West Africa? Really? Yeah. The Ivory Coast, Ghana, Nigeria and Cameroon. No, I, uh, didn't know that. Doyle Pfeiffer didn't know either. Chocolate comes from cocoa plants. But in West Africa, the cars still use leaded gas. So, when the exhaust fumes disperse into the atmosphere... and it rains... it pours lead. Like acid rain. Whatever's in the atmosphere gets into the soil, gets into the cocoa plants. Capillary action. Then the cocoa's harvested, processed, refined, sold into bulk and, eventually... Choco-bees.
Doyle Pfeiffer's nickname was the "Candyman." He got that name the night he won the world championship in '86. Well, if he had those chocolates with him in '86, he's had them every night since. His lucky charm. By my calculations, he might have consumed up to a pound of chocolate a night for 16 years. Wow. That would explain all the lead in him. Ultimately, the tetrahydrozoline in the eyedrops triggered it, but essentially it was... death by chocolate. ssentially it was...