I'd love to start taking walks
around the neighbourhood with you.

It's not the same thing, Evelyn.
I need to know exactly how far I've gone
and exactly how long it took me.
Floor's cold, Sam.
You're right. You're always right.
- What's wrong?
- Some damn thing bit me.

It's just a spider.
Spider? Felt like a damn cougar.
I'm having a seizure.
Sam, what should I do?
Ambulance. Call Jennings.
I'll be right there.
- What's going on?
- Metcalf. He's having a seizure.

Thank God you didn't
examine him this morning.

- What's the coroner doing here?
- I don't know.

Milt! This isn't necessary.
I'll be the judge of that, Lloyd.
Wait out here.
Guard the house or something.
Was he alive when you got here?
He'd been dead maybe five minutes.
Whatever it was, it was abrupt and acute.
What's your guess? Massive coronary?
Cerebral haemorrhage?

His wife says he was bitten by a spider
just before he seized.

Oh, right.
Sam told me about you.
You're the hot shot who won't accept
anyone else's diagnosis.

I'll accept it if I agree with it.
Let me show you something.
Down here.
I believe that's a spider bite.