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NARRATOR: In the criminal justice system,

sexually based offenses are considered especially heinous.

In New York City, the dedicated detectives

who investigate these vicious felonies

are members of an elite squad

known as the Special Victims Unit.

These are their stories.

This apartment's not scheduled till 1:00.

We get in trouble, I'm blaming you.

We clean the place early, we go home early.

Lady's gonna be pissed if she walks in

and we scare the crap out of her.

That's the beauty of it.

The lady got a new job.

She'll be gone all day.

How do you know?

Janey cleaned this apartment last week.

Ew! This bathroom is disgusting.

No wonder.

That lazy bitch always does a half-assed job.

Oh, my God!

What?

Oh, my God! What?

Oh, she's dead!

She's dead!

Call the cops. Get an ambulance right now!

Ma'am? Ma'am?

Lady? Lady?

Ma'am? Ma'am, can you hear me?

Ma'am?

She's not breathing!

Lady, come on, wake up.

Ma'am?

WOMAN: Name's Christina Nerrit.

Unconscious, but EMS said she was breathing

on her own the whole way in.

We know what made her unconscious?

Cleaning woman found her handcuffed

with a plastic bag taped over her head.

We don't know how long she was deprived of oxygen.

We're doing an EEG to assess brain activity.

Rape kit?

Negative for hairs and fluids.

And the paramedics say her hair was soaked when they found her.

As soon as I know more, I'll call you.

Victim was wet. ( pager beeping )

Perp must have tried to clean her up.

So much for trace evidence.

M.E.'s office. Urgent.

Crime Scene sent urine samples from the toilet

in the victim's bathroom.

Even you can't get DNA back that fast.

No, but I ran other tests.

Urine's got high levels of creatinine

and blood urea nitrogen.

Both by-products of protein.

What does that mean?

Your victim or your perp is dying of kidney failure.

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Neighbor down the hall said

the victim was some kind of artist.

How did you guys do?

Middle of the day, hardly anyone around.

The maids didn't hear or see squat.

And unfortunately, this building

doesn't have security cameras.

So all we've got is a perp that may have kidney failure.

The urine I sent to the M.E. came from two spots I found

on the rim of the bowl.

What makes you so sure it's the perps?

The victim's a woman living alone.

The toilet seat was up.

Some guys never learn.

Soap's wet, so your theory that the perp made her

take a shower holds water.

I'll check the drain for hairs.

The only thing that doesn't make sense is the bed.

What about it?

Guy goes to all this trouble to cover his tracks,

leaves his sheets. Why?

Cash and credit cards are still in her wallet,

along with this receipt from this morning.

Restaurant at the Hotel Kennedy.

70 bucks. Had to be at least two people eating.

So, Christina buys him breakfast,

he rapes her for lunch.

Yeah, yeah, yeah. I remember her.

Breakfast rush. Table ten.

She with anyone?

Uh, some suit.

You know, custom shirt, hundred-dollar tie.

Wish I'd had the balls to spill something on it.

Bad tipper?

Guy takes one bite of his potatoes,

spits them out and starts screaming, he told me no salt.

He had a health problem.

Yeah, or a mental problem.

I mean, I write everything down.

He never said no salt.

Remember anything else?

Woman seemed a little PMS, mood-wise.

I bring out the coffee, she's all happy and smiley.

When I come back with the entrées,

she's bawling like a baby.

About what?

I don't stand around eavesdropping.

You didn't happen to hear the guy's name either?

No. You know, but I can get it for you.

It's not gonna be there.

She paid for breakfast.

Yeah, but he had a bar tab.

Couple Bloody Mary's while he was waiting for her.

Yeah, that's it.

Guy named Brooks Harmon.

Corporate credit card, Blossner House Publishing.

I just hired Christina as Director of Medical Illustration.

Will she be okay?

We're waiting to hear from the hospital.

I had a feeling something was wrong

when she didn't show up for the 11:00 staff meeting.

I tried her cell phone, but it went right to voice mail.

Did Christina tell you where she was going after breakfast?

Home to pick up a few things.

And then she was coming right back here.

Anything bothering her?

Not that I know of. We were celebrating her new position.

BENSON: Really?

'Cause we heard she was crying.

Christina is our best freelance illustrator.

She has no management experience;

she was anxious about being able to handle the job.

Do you have a problem handling salt, Mr. Harmon?

No. I just don't like the whole shaker

being poured over my breakfast.

( phone ringing ) What does it have to do with Christina?

Can you tell us where you went after the restaurant? Straight back to the office.

You didn't answer my question.

You were the last person

seen with Christina before she was attacked.

That makes me a suspect?

Not if you don't mind letting our medical examiner

take some blood for a DNA sample to rule you out.

No problem.

When?

Tomorrow. We'll set it up and give you a call.

Any time is fine.

Thanks for the help. Mm-hmm.

That was Cragen. He wants us to recanvass all the tenants

who weren't there when we got there.

What, Munch and Fin taking a personal day?

They're at the hospital. Christina's awake.

I was opening the door to my apartment

when he came up behind me, said he had a gun.

Told me not to scream.

FIN: After you got inside, what did he do?

He made me take off my clothes and lie in bed.

He said he'd kill me if I looked at him.

Then he...

( sighs )

...cuffed me to the headboard and... raped me.

What happened next?

He put the bag over my head.

Thank God the maids found me.

Were you ever able to get a look at him?

No. I was too scared.

Oh.

Christina...

Oh!

My sister, Allison.

These men are police detectives.

Here's your laptop, but...

I wish you would just get some rest.

Working will help me forget what happened.

MUNCH: We can give you the names of some counselors.

I'm not talking to any shrinks!

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to snap like that.

I-I... You're just trying to help.

( sighs )

Couple of big holes in her story.

Christina gets home at 10:00, the maids find her at 11:30.

That means she and the perp were alone for an hour and a half.

It's a long time not to get a look at him.

Doesn't mean she made it up.

This might. She didn't mention taking a shower.

Rapist makes you clean up,

Now, that's a hard thing to forget.

Not to mention the fact,

just happens to sneak out in the nick of time.

Couldn't have had more than six minutes

after he put the bag on her head

or Christina would've asphyxiated.

Anything from the second canvass?

Just that this is the only way in or out of that building.

So, either no one wants to fess up letting a stranger in

or they really didn't see him.

Maybe candid camera did.

Store's got one pointing this way.

I cued it back to

just before 10:00 like you said, zoomed it in.

STABLER: Christina. Right on time.

BENSON: Nobody followed her in.

Fast-forward it to 11:30.

I don't have to.

I already dubbed the tape.

BENSON: Hold it. Look at that.

Brooks Harmon.

He rapes her, but he used a condom.

That's why he gave us the DNA.

BENSON: So you went in at ten after 11:00,

and you left at 11:30.

STABLER: What were you doing there, Brooks?

I wanted to make sure she was okay.

Why wouldn't she be?

Because she never came back to work.

I knocked on her apartment door. No answer.

So you stayed for 20 minutes?

At the same time she just happened to be suffocating?

I swear, I had nothing to do with it.

You called your office to cancel your 11:00 staff meeting.

Now, that sounds to me like you had someplace to go.

Brooks, I'm going to tell you what I think.

You tried to kill Christina

so your wife wouldn't find out you were banging her. Hmm.

( sharp exhale )

Okay.

We were having an affair.

So why didn't you just tell us that?

I was trying to end it at breakfast.

That's why Christina was crying.

Are you sure that it wasn't because you told her

that you wanted to tie her up?

What are you talking about?

We found your handcuffs, Brooks.

I don't do that.

Toilet seat was up. You do that?

What the hell does that mean?

It means you sprinkled when you tinkled.

Our medical examiner tested the urine you left behind.

You're dying of kidney failure.

That's impossible.

I just... I just had a physical.

I am in perfect health.

( knock at door )

( door opening )

Mr. Harmon, I'm Captain Cragen.

There's been a misunderstanding. You're free to go.

I can leave?

With our apologies.

You people are nuts.

Captain...

Warner thinks it's somebody else.

I sent Munch and Fin to see her.

I found cervical cells in the urine.

Whoever used the toilet is female.

And it's not Christina.

If her kidneys were failing, it would have shown up

in her blood work from the ER.

Christina's labs all came back normal.

So the person with her was a woman.

Christina's a bisexual?

Harmon knocks on her door, she doesn't answer

'cause she's with her girlfriend.

She makes Christina take a shower,

she cuffs her to the bed and tapes a bag over her head.

But instead of having sex,

bitch leaves Christina to suffocate.

So why's Christina crying rape to protect her?

I don't want to talk about it.

She tried to kill you.

It was, it was an accident.

Doesn't look that way.

Did she threaten you not to talk?

No.

Look, I'm not here to judge you, believe me.

But no matter how much you love this woman,

she doesn't deserve your loyalty.

What happened in my apartment was-was not a crime.

Falsely reporting a rape is.

I'm really tired.

I-I'd like to go back to my room.

I need you to tell me what really happened.

Don't worry about me.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm okay now.

Whoa! Whoa! I need some help in here!

I need some help now!

Help!

Bring the cart!

( gagging )

Medical examiner's on the way.

We're treating Ms. Nerrit's death as suspicious.

What happened to her?

Severe hypoglycemic shock.

Her blood sugar crashed.

Our doctors did a finger stick

while they were trying to resuscitate her.

She had a glucose level of two.

That sounds low.

Oh, yeah.

Normal's around 90.

So, I ran some tests on blood drawn during the code.

Ms. Nerrit's insulin level was five times normal.

Are you saying she was murdered?

I can't say anything officially yet, of course,

but someone injected Ms. Nerrit

with a massive dose of insulin.

When?

No more than 15, 20 minutes before seizures began.

Hospital pharmacy went through their inventory.

All their insulin is accounted for.

So someone brought it in from the outside.

Christina have any visitors besides her sister?

Staff didn't notice anyone.

The perp could've been dressed like they work here.

Or the real deal.

Psycho doc or killer nurse, like the guy in Jersey,

gets off watching people die.

Either one would have access to insulin.

You'd better be sure about this.

Hospital pathologist said

Christina was definitely injected.

I get stuck with a needle and die,

my husband and kids get both your pensions.

Now we just have to find the right syringe.

How're we going to know?

That's the easy part.

Hospitals order one brand in bulk.

This one... is different from the others.

Hospital confirms it never used that brand of syringe.

The lab found prints on the cylinder and plunger and traces of insulin.

Injected how?

No needle punctures in Christina's body,

so had to be through the port in her IV.

Young, otherwise healthy, about to be discharged.

Angel of mercy usually likes them old and sick.

Hospital hasn't had any suspicious deaths in years,

but we're checking personnel files just in case.

Could be our mystery woman didn't want

to risk Christina ratting her out.

Christina's sister Allison was the last person

seen in the hospital room.

The sister have any reason to want Christina dead?

Christina may have killed herself.

Where did you get that?

Computer Crimes.

They found something very interesting on her laptop.

Gentlemen, your so-called victim

has been doing a little blogging.

That's daily, almost hourly trips to one Web site.

"Catching-the-train-dot-com."

Catching the train where?

Apparently, to the afterlife.

It's a bunch of people talking about suicide.

Listen to this. "Welcome to the station.

"The train's pulling in.

Click here for your ticket

to everlasting peace."

Can you believe that?

Christina Nerrit's handle on this site was C-U.

As in "later."

Who was she writing to?

MAN: Mostly someone with the screen name "Conductor."

That's why she was so hot

for her laptop at the hospital.

She wanted to chat with these whackos.

Christina started a thread the day you found her.

Titled it "Still Here."

"Christina: 'Missed the train today.'"

"Conductor: 'What happened?'"

"Christina: 'Maids came early and found me.

Ripped the bag off. I'm in the hospital.'"

"Conductor:...

'What..." 'What now?'"

"Christina: 'Something quick

before anyone figures it out.'"

"Conductor: 'Hospitals have insulin.'"

STABLER: First time Christina tries to off herself, she lives.

She made sure that wouldn't happen again.

CRAGEN: We've got plenty of cases with living victims.

We got to move on if this was a suicide.

MUNCH: Assisted suicide, Captain.

That's second degree manslaughter.

Maybe Christina's mystery girlfriend

with kidney failure is our Conductor.

We can ID her off her ISP.

I found where Christina ordered her insulin.

Online prescription mill. Staten Island.

( door slams open )

Police! Stand up, step away from your computers

and do not touch anything.

I'm Marvin Friedman, Chairman and CEO.

You can all wait outside till our lawyers arrive.

This is a search warrant signed by a federal judge,

allowing us to look for evidence your company dispenses

medication without prescriptions.

Everything we do here

is legal.

FIN: How did this woman

buy insulin from you to kill herself?

Oh, she probably lied on the questionnaire.

Our doctors won't send anything out

to anyone unless they've signed their medical records.

Right, and I'm sure you decline any order

that's may be unnecessary or dangerous.

I don't have to answer that.

I bet these so-called doctors will

once we threaten to take their licenses.

What do you want from me?

Check when that order went out.

It went out overnight two days ago.

You keep all these invoices in your head?

She called me.

Frantic because I won't ship it to a post-office box.

Where did she have the insulin sent?

Her home address.

I'm packing up Christina's things.

I guess I'll give most of it away.

What are you looking for?

Any packages that came

after Christina went into the hospital?

Just this.

You know what's in it?

I think it's insulin.

Christina wasn't diabetic.

Allison, we think your sister used insulin to kill herself.

No, that can't be. It's right here.

She couldn't get it, so someone got it for her.

If Christina committed suicide,

then why are the police interested?

Because someone helped her

and that's a crime.

Do any of Christina's friends have keys to the apartment?

Christina didn't have any friends.

Allison, I need to know where you were yesterday.

You think it was me?

I have to ask.

You were the last one seen with her in the hospital

before she died.

I loved her.

I would never help her kill herself.

FIN: Sorry to interrupt.

That's okay.

We're done.

I'd like to finish packing.

Computer Crimes found our Conductor.

FIN: Dr. Amy Solwey?

WOMAN: Just a second.

These men

are police officers.

Can you help us out here?

Detectives Munch and Tutuola.

We need to talk to you

in private.

My assistant can translate.

FIN: Well, this is official business.

We'll call an interpreter down to our precinct.

Fine. Just give me a moment.

Should we call you Dr. Solwey or Conductor?

Conductor on the Internet.

In person, my name is Amy.

So, Amy, how do you know Christina Nerrit?

I'm sorry, I don't.

How about C-U from the catching-the-train Web site?

That's my site.

I know the name.

Did you help Christina Nerrit kill herself?

I gave her advice.

FIN: Bad advice.

She didn't think so. She was in pain.

And suicide was the cure?

What kind of doctor are you?

Ph.D. I'm an embryologist.

FIN: So you help women get pregnant

and in your spare time, you tell them how to kill themselves.

By telling them exactly how to do it.

"If you're using cyanide, mix it with water

"and test the pH.

"Make sure it's not too acidic or alkaline

so it doesn't burn going down."

Your Web site is like "Suicide for Dummies."

My Web site also prevents people

from killing themselves.

But it's just talk. You know, free speech.

Where were you two days ago, Amy?

Around lunchtime?

I was at work.

Ask my assistant.

You don't seem too upset about Christina's death.

I'm not.

She's happy now.

I'm sure she called to thank you right after she died.

Christina didn't commit a crime and neither did I.

Now, if that's all, I've got to get back to work.

Thank you.

An officer will drive you.

She's lying. How you know that?

Her coat-- it's Burberry.

I've seen it before.

Where?

Benson: There.

You can't seen her face,

but that's Amy Solwey leaving Christina's building.

Two minutes after Christina's boss.

He was banging on the door for 15 minutes.

Amy must've waited until after he left so he wouldn't see her.

Probably helped to put on the cuffs and the bag.

The urine on the toilet belongs to a woman.

It's got to be Amy's.

How do you know that?

She's probably got Alport's syndrome.

It's a rare genetic disorder

that causes deafness and kidney failure.

Is that enough to collar her?

I'd like to connect her to the insulin first.

She works in a doctor's office.

Not all doctors keep insulin around.

Hers would.

It's a fertility clinic and OB/GYN.

They need it for pregnant women with gestational diabetes.

The insulin is stored upstairs.

We have no use for it down here.

The warrant covers the entire office.

Please... you're literally holding

potential lives in your hands.

You must know what that's like.

I got the insulin.

Where did you find it?

Desk in her office.

Amy Solwey, you are under arrest

for assisting a suicide.

You have the right to remain silent.

If you give up that right,

anything you say can be used against you in a court of law.

MAN: Man two is a stretch.

You're wrong about my client.

Any advice Amy gave to Christina Nerrit

regarding suicide is protected by the First Amendment.

As deplorable as I find her Web site,

if all she did was exercise her right to free speech,

we wouldn't be here.

We can explain

those insulin vials in her office.

After they give birth, our gestational diabetes patients

sometimes bring their leftover insulin back to the office.

Last week a woman gave me hers.

Dr. Solwey got busy, put them in her desk

and forgot about them.

Honest mistake.

MUNCH: Nice try, but the syringe used

to inject Christina is the same brand used

in your client's office.

And thousands of other doctor's offices,

clinics and hospitals.

We have her on tape leaving Christina's building

just before she was found. That a coincidence, too?

Christina called me.

Asked me if I could come over.

I met her in the hallway.

She told me her plans.

I tried to talk her out of it.

Really? Doesn't that go against your whole belief system?

You can't possibly understand.

MUNCH: You're right. We don't.

Why are we debating this?

Nobody saw Amy enter Christina's apartment or hospital room.

She's innocent, give us blood for DNA.

Dr. Huang's right on the money.

Amy Solwey has Alport's syndrome.

Woman's a scientist.

She's got to know we had something on her.

Why agree to a blood test?

Probably because she thought she could fool us

by giving right after dialysis.

But her kidneys are in such bad shape

the dialysis only helped a little.

( phone ringing )

There's something else.

Tutuola.

Amy's blood has higher

than normal levels of calcium

and parathyroid hormone.

I think she has a condition called renal osteodystrophy.

What's that?

A disorder that causes

severe bone deterioration and eventually death.

Almost always seen in people

who've been on dialysis at least five years.

So what's keeping her alive is also killing her.

Slowly and painfully.

She's in so much excruciating, constant pain

that she might consider suicide.

Crime lab says the print on the syringe plunger

is Christina's.

MUNCH: So that means Christina injected herself

with insulin.

And Amy Solwey definitely brought it to her.

Her print's the one on the cylinder.

CLERK: Docket ending four-one-four,

People v. Amy Solwey.

One count, manslaughter in the second degree.

I see you've hired a new attorney, Ms. Solwey.

Barry Moredock for the defense, Your Honor.

How does your client plead?

Not Guilty.

Bail, Ms. Novak?

Can we approach?

The People believe Ms. Solwey is a suicide risk.

Based on what?

The pain caused by her debilitating bone disease.

So you want to keep an eye on her?

For her own protection.

That's unfair, Your Honor.

What my client needs is continued access

to her dialysis three days a week.

Which she'll have in the prison ward of Bellevue Hospital,

along with three squares a day and indoor plumbing.

Step back.

Defendant is remanded without bail.

( gavel bangs )

MOREDOCK: Ms. Novak.

I believe in the constitution.

I'll bet you do, too.

You're reaching, Mr. Moredock.

This case is about murder, not free speech.

I disagree. So does my client.

Your client handed Christina Nerrit the weapon

she killed herself with.

She didn't force Christina to use it.

The law doesn't make that distinction.

The law in this case is the problem,

not what Amy Solwey did.

Your client's not a violent, cold-blooded killer.

We may be open to a deal.

Oh, we're not interested in a deal, Ms. Novak.

Amy wants her day in court.

She does, or you do?

I represent my client's interests, not my own.

Well, then talk to her.

Don't let her spend what time she has left in prison.

You've already locked her up,

and for no good reason.

I'm sorry. I can't take the chance you're wrong.

Then let your Dr. Huang evaluate her.

He'll tell you Amy's no more suicidal than you or I.

HUANG: You have Alport's syndrome,

so you've been deaf since you were born.

Was it hard growing up like that way?

No. My father was deaf,

so I've never known anything else.

Even the kidney failure didn't bother me

because I knew it was coming.

What I wasn't ready for was the pain.

Are you on the list for a kidney transplant?

Yeah.

But they haven't found a match for me yet.

The pain is what made me first think about suicide.

Did you talk to a therapist?

Three.

They put me on antidepressants,

but I told them that didn't change the fact

that I was dying of kidney failure,

so I stopped seeing them.

And yet, you're still here,

so you must've found some way to cope.

I started a blog.

People responded.

Turned into my own little community of support.

Is that how catchingthetrain.com started?

Yes.

One day, someone wrote

that she wanted to kill herself.

She was suffering mentally, not physically.

What did you tell her?

To get help.

That she should be thankful

that she wasn't dying.

She wrote back, and asked me

who was I to assume that her suffering

couldn't be as bad or worse than mine.

Well, how did that make you feel?

I realized that I was judging her

just like the shrinks judged me.

So I wrote back,

and I told her she was right...

that I supported her choice.

But you did more than that with Christina Nerrit.

You helped her die.

She could have been helped to want to live.

You believe that suicide's wrong

because it's your job to save people.

Medicine and psychiatry

are about how to improve the quality of life,

not how to end it.

Antidepressants and therapy never worked for me.

I still think about suicide every day.

But something keeps you from doing it.

Those people on the Internet,

who'd help them if I'm gone?

The irony is that her Web site gives her a reason to live.

Playing god with people's lives.

She's like Kevorkian.

Come on, Munch, all the stuff you whine about,

don't tell me you haven't once thought about hanging it up.

I believe life's worth living.

Amen.

BENSON: I don't know.

If I had something like Huntington's disease,

and all I had to look forward to was a long and horrible death,

I can't say I wouldn't think about suicide.

Moredock going to try and stack the jury with people like you.

He's going to put the assisted suicide statute on trial.

Jury nullifies, precedent's set.

Then the law can be ignored.

Which is exactly what Amy wants--

the right to take our own lives.

HUANG: Amy Solwey isn't depressed or mentally ill,

but she is in constant pain,

and she deals with this by spreading the message

that suicide is our right.

NOVAK: As a psychiatrist, how would you assess that view?

Mainstream medicine and psychiatry wouldn't agree.

But Amy wouldn't have a reason to live

if she didn't help people die.

What about Christina Nerrit?

Was she depressed?

Based upon interviews I did with her family and coworkers,

I'd say yes.

Was her disorder treatable?

With therapy, medication and hard work,

Christina probably could have led a full, happy life.

Thank you, Doctor.

What if Christina didn't want to go through your therapy,

had told you she had a plan to take her own life?

What would you have done?

Checked her into a psychiatric facility on a 72-hour hold.

You would deprive her of her liberty

despite the fact that suicide's not illegal?

The intention isn't to imprison her.

It's to protect her from herself.

98% of all successful suicides

are committed by people with a treatable mental illness.

And you can cure all of them, isn't that right?

I said treatable.

Not all are curable.

Then sometimes your medication and therapy just don't work.

In severe cases, yes.

The truth is, Doctor,

you can't sit there and say that there's no such thing

as a terminal mental illness, can you?

No.

Christina called me.

She was happy.

Said it was time.

I went to her apartment to give her moral support.

She told me she was using the plastic bag

and the handcuffs so she couldn't rip it off.

What did you do?

Wished her a safe journey and left.

What happened in the hospital?

Christina called again.

Told me she couldn't find any insulin,

and asked me to bring her some.

I filled a syringe and took it to her.

Amy, did you, at any time, coerce

or convince Christina Nerrit to take her own life?

No.

It was her decision.

You're sure about that?

Yes.

The day she tried to suffocate herself,

did Christina tell you that the man

that she'd had an affair with had just dumped her?

I didn't ask.

Did you ever consider

that she might be under strain and not thinking rationally?

We didn't talk about her boyfriend.

Of course not. I mean, you couldn't assess her mental state

because you're not a trained mental health professional.

Objection. Argumentative. Withdrawn.

Do you have criteria?

For what?

Whom you choose to help on their final journey.

I mean, has it only been adults?

Or have there been teenagers,

children, the developmentally disabled?

This is badgering, Your Honor.

I help people who don't want to suffer anymore.

Well, the truth is, you don't know who they are, do you?

They're just names on a computer screen.

Stop!

They're in pain!

I know what pain is!

I live with it every day!

You don't!

How can you judge me?!

How can you judge them?!

This case isn't just about Amy Solwey

helping Christina Nerrit kill herself.

Time and again, the highest court in the land

has ruled our government can't tell us

what to do with our bodies.

Why should suicide be any different?

Ms. Novak will tell you

it's your duty to uphold the law.

But if you convict Amy Solwey,

you're sending a message that the government

can dictate how we live our lives and how we end them.

Our constitutional rights

to privacy and free speech are at stake.

Return a verdict of not guilty.

Send the message that Amy Solwey is right--

We should all have the choice

to live and die on our own terms.

NOVAK: No one has the right

to kill another human being.

So why should Amy Solwey be allowed

to help Christina Nerrit murder herself?

Now, we'll never know Christina Nerrit's pain.

But what we do know is that many depressed people

who attempt suicide

are later thankful they lived through it.

But Christina Nerrit never got the chance

to get treatment, or be grateful she was alive

because Amy Solwey made it her mission

to help Christina die.

So when you're in the jury room, you ask yourselves:

If your parent, your child, your friend or spouse

was suicidal, what would you want?

Your loved one to get help,

or Amy Solwey telling them it's okay to give up?

JUDGE: Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

is there any chance that with more time

you can reach a verdict?

No, Your Honor.

We're hopelessly deadlocked.

Then I have no choice but to declare a mistrial.

You are dismissed with the thanks of the court.

We're adjourned.

How could they not convict her?

The jury deadlocked 10 to 2.

I underestimated the power of Moredock's argument.

You can't blame yourself

because two people wanted to acquit Amy.

The two holdouts were for conviction.

The majority voted to let Amy walk.

Well, just let me know when you need me for the retrial.

There's not going to be a retrial, John.

Why the hell not?

Because the D.A. doesn't want to make Amy Solwey a martyr

for assisted suicide.

Translation:

We lose so we're letting her off the hook.

We'll, we'll get her,

and it's only a matter of time before she does it again.

So we let her help someone else die.

I don't like it either, John. but I don't have a choice.

Well, that's great.

I can't wait to tell Christina's sister.

Maybe if dying's what Christina really wanted,

it's okay.

MUNCH: She never told you she was suicidal, did she?

Not once.

I could have helped her.

Allison, none of this is your fault.

Why couldn't she

just have talked to me?

Maybe she didn't want to burden you.

But now I'm all alone.

She should have thought about that.

( sighs )

People who commit suicide

don't always consider the mess they leave behind,

or they think people will be better off without them.

She was wrong.

You have every right to be mad at Christina.

I'm not.

I could have stopped her...

the second time

if I'd listened to the message.

What message?

On her answering machine.

The night after she tried to suffocate herself.

I didn't play it till after the funeral.

Do you still have it?

Yeah.

Over here.

WOMAN ( on tape ): Sorry you missed the train,

but this time we'll go together.

I'll bring enough to the hospital for both of us.

Lab's got the actual machine and tape.

They made a dub so you could hear it.

Whose voice is that?

It's a TTY relay operator.

Solwey's LUDS show she made the call

the night before Christina died.

This was a suicide pact.

Pretty one-sided.

I guess Amy changed her mind.

Or lied to Christina to push her over the edge.

Either way, I'm going to ask the D.A.

to let us take another crack at Amy.

What's different now?

The charge.

Second degree murder? Is this the way

you people retaliate?

Simmer down, Mr. Moredock.

It's not personal.

Sure it is.

Your district attorney branch hates losing to me.

You'd better not be wasting my time with politics, Ms. Novak.

I'm not, Your Honor.

We can prove Amy Solwey entered into a suicide pact

with Christina Nerrit.

Ms. Solwey's still alive,

so clearly had no intention of going through with it.

She just wants my client to plead out

to a spurious charge...

Read the statute.

When two people enter into a suicide pact

and one of them pulls out for personal gain

after the other one is dead,

that's Murder Two.

What could Amy Solwey possibly gain

by Christina Nerrit's death?

Validation of her cause.

Which is exactly what she got

when that jury deadlocked.

You're not gonna let her sell you

this bill of goods, are you, Judge?

Don't insult my intelligence, Mr. Moredock.

That's how the law's written.

Unless you can prove Ms. Novak wrong,

we're going back to trial.

How did it go?

Grand Jury took 15 minutes to indict.

You okay?

Amy Solwey deserves to be put away,

but convicting her is not going to change a damn thing.

John...

She broke the law.

Okay. Amy goes to prison, someone takes over her Web site.

More people die who don't have to.

Gotta be some way to shut it down.

Maybe not. I just read

about this Web site where they're teaching young girls

how to become anorectic and then hide it from their parents.

Look, there's always going to be hate and racism on the Internet.

What are you going to do about it?

Freedom of speech, man.

Someone talks, there's always somebody there to listen.

BENSON: You look like you could use a drink.

Wish I had time. I'm headed over to Bellevue.

Thought you might want to come.

Amy Solwey's refusing dialysis.

When Judge Bradley hears about this stunt,

he's gonna blow a gasket.

There's a lot I'd do to win a case, Ms. Novak,

but I'm on your side here.

Why are you doing this?

I would rather die now than in prison.

You mean you'd rather be a martyr, don't you?

Stop calling me that!

Or do you finally feel some guilt

over tricking Christina Nerrit into your bogus suicide pact?

I did not trick her.

I thought by saying I would die with her,

it would make her feel more comfortable.

Feel better about her decision. Her decision.

This won't work.

I'll get a court order to force the dialysis.

You know full well

no judge will ever issue such an order.

BENSON: I can still try.

You can't force me to eat. I'll just starve.

I thought you're all about avoiding pain.

When you don't eat, your body releases endorphins

as it breaks down its own tissue for fuel.

I'm told it's a very pleasant and painless death.

( sighs )

I'm looking for Casey Novak.

Yes. Can I help you?

I'm Dr. Nemarich. Amy Solwey's nephrologist.

I'm sorry, I can't talk to you.

You may want to contact her defense attorney.

I did.

He told me to come see you.

About what? This.

Just faxed over from UNOS-- the National Organ Registry.

They found her a kidney?

We don't have much time.

( knock at door )

( insistent knocking )

Coming. I'm coming.

John, what are you doing here?

Why the hell didn't you call me?

There's nothing anyone can do.

Amy's made her choice.

Which is?

Well, if we're just going to put her in prison,

it's a waste of a kidney.

Then plead her out to a lesser charge.

Excuse me?

Don't let her do this to herself.

You're the one who wanted me

to jump through hoops to retry her.

Why are you so invested in this?

Her dying isn't worth it.

If we cave on Amy, it opens the door

for any other perp who wants to force a plea

by threatening suicide.

I can't jump just because she's got a gun to my head.

She's different.

No, she's not, John.

I'm sorry.

So am I.

Can you read my lips?

( sighs )

Yes.

Why won't you take this kidney?

My life. My decision.

Yeah, well,

it's the wrong decision.

Leave me alone.

Why? So you can die alone in this dump?

Get out!

Great way to catch that train, isn't it?

I don't want to hurt anymore.

Then let them do the transplant.

No!

It'll take away your pain.

So I can go to prison?

So you can live.

What do you care if I live or die?

Because my father killed himself.

( sighs )

When I was a kid.

I thought it was my fault.

The night before he blew his brains out,

he punished me for being a wiseass.

( sighs )

I told him I hated his guts.

Those were the last words I ever said to him.

( sighs )

It haunts me to this day.

You're the only person I've ever told.

Why me?

Because

we're the same.

I feel guilty my father was suffering

and I couldn't help him.

You feel guilty because of what you did to Christina.

I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

I know.

I don't want you to die.

Help me help you.

Please.

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