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In New York City's war on crime

the worst criminal offenders
are pursued

by the detectives
of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

How long was Mr. Richter
your patient?

A little over ten years.

It's imperative that I
get in touch with him.

This new
information

directly impacts
his condition.

Thisnewinformation
you can't tell me about.

You never did say
what your specialty was.

I'm a psychiatrist.

And how did you find out
Mr. Richter was my patient?

Did you snoop

through
confidential records?

Dr. Dysart...

Dr. Roland,
I think Mr. Richter probably

had good reason
to stop seeing you.

I need to see him, Mr. Garcia.

I am his doctor.

He's never mentioned you.

Why don't we ask him?

Is he here?

Derek?

This man needs to go.

All right, all right,
all right, all right.

Okay, can I leave him a note?

Thank you.

Jeff!

Jeff, it-it's
me, Michael.

Hey, did you
get my note?

I don't want to talk to you.

Do you still
like steak?

There's a place
right over on
Lexington...

You just stay away.

I faxed that note
to Katherine B. Thompson.

She's at theNew York Times.

You can tell
me all about it
right over on...

Don't touch me.

Don'tevertouch me!

Jeff.

If he ever touches me again,
I'll kill him.

Come on, man,
let's go back inside.

Say good-bye to Grandma.

I can't believe
she's gone.

It's just me now.

You have us.

You have Matthew.

Come on, Maizy,
one bush is as good as the next.

(growling)

Going to be a tough doggie, huh?

Okay.

Okay.

Oh, finally.

(loud barking)

No wallet, no I.D.
in the pocket.

Did you check
the dog tags?

Oh, right.

Um, I'm waiting on that.

Major Case catching muggings
now, huh?

Only the ones
in the Mayor's backyard.

We're ready
for that witness.

I count 11 knife wounds:

to the chest,
the shoulders, neck.

None on the hands or arms.

Right-- no
defensive wounds.

He's got knife
strikes

coming at him
from all sides.

He would have
put his arms up

to protect himself.

And look at the way

he's tangled up
in these vines.

I don't know.

This-this guy was...

disoriented.

Maybe because somebody was
trying to kill him.

Yeah, but he didn't
do the things

that might have
saved him.

You found the body?

Yeah, I was jogging.

His dog jumped out
of the bushes.

You ever seen him?

Yeah, just before I decided
to turn around and go home.

Around 10:00.

Is there a particular reason

whyyou turned around
and went home?

Lightning.

Dry lightning.

I caught a flash
out of the corner of my eye.

Right. Okay, thanks.

Uh, got an address
for, uh, Maizy's owner.

Dr. Michael Roland
over on York.

Thanks.

Dry lightning?

WOMAN:
In the park?

Behind Gracie Mansion?

Is that where he
usually walks your dog?

Yes. It's just so close.

Oh, my God, Michael!

(sobbing)

We're very sorry.

Did he ever mention
any problems

with his psychiatric patients,
any threats?

No.

GOREN:
What did you think

when your husband didn't
come home?

I didn't know what to think.

Did you think
that hewasn'twalking the dog?

He'd been out of the office
a lot in the mornings,

or in the middle
of the afternoon.

He always had an-an excuse.

People have been coming over,
bringing food.

Yes.

My mother passed away.

The service was two days ago.

Well, that must have been
very stressful

for you and your husband.

Yes.

Yes, it was.

WOMAN:
I don't know what problems

Dr. Roland was having at home,
but I can guarantee

he was not having an affair.

I'm not opening these files,

and I'm not giving you
the password for his computer.

Dr. Roland would want
his patients' privacy protected.

Even if one of
his patients
tried to kill him?

His patients are neurotic,
notpsychotic.

You logged onto his computer
this morning

after we called you.

I did not.

It says right here you did.

See, I can't open his folders,
but I can get a record

of when somebody last logged on.

So you, what?

You tried to
erase his stash

of dirty little
pictures? Hmm?

Compromising e-mails?

Absolutely not.

Maybe she erased
herownnaughty things.

Were you having an...

You know, fooling
around with Dr. Roland?

I didn't erase anything.

His lawyer told me
to save everything

till he could
look at it.

There.

That e-mail from Dr. Roland's
Internet server.

"To user M. Roland:
The New York

"Attorney General's
office has notified us

of your unauthorized
attempts to access NYMED."

It's the Medicaid database.

He's trying to hack into it?

Medicaid said,

Roland was looking
for the records

of somebody named
Jeff Richter.

Roland's secretary's
never heard of him.

Have we?

There's a Jeff Richter

with the same
Social Security number

Roland used for his search.

He's got a three-year-old
assault charge.

Bring him in.

Easier said.
His last known's no good.

BCI doesn't have him.

Neither does the DMV,
Con Ed.

Look at what he gives
as his occupation

when he was booked.

Deprogrammed
CIA assassin.

This guy's
got problems.

He probably doesn't want
to be found.

Probably resents
people who try.

Well, he'd better
get over it.

Put an APB out to
the homeless shelters.

Right.

Okay. All right, thank you.

The weather service says

no reports of lightning
last night.

When did Roland hack
the, uh, Medicaid database?

Uh...

about three months ago.

That's right after

his mother-in-law was diagnosed
with cancer.

Derek saw him
just before 9:00.

He was going
up to his room.

Nobody saw him
after that.

They said the doctor was stabbed
11 times.

He can do that.

You know he can do that.

I know.

We have to protect ourselves.

(sighs)

Derek and me will take care
of it.

Don't worry.

The work will go on.

Cinder block.

I know cinder block rooms.

How many floors
underground are we?

We're 11 floors up, Jeff.

Didn't you see the buttons
on the elevator?

Oh, up is down, down is up.

I know the tricks.

You're him, he's you.

And who's he?

I don't know him.

You don't know Michael Roland,
your own brother-in-law?

Oh, I knowthatguy,

but that's afacsimile
of that guy.

North Koreans have been
turning out facsimiles

for years.

When's the last time
you-you saw this facsimile?

Last week at the Garcia House.

Gave me a note about a funeral.

Your mother's funeral.

The whole thing was a trap!

You lived at the Garcia House
on 117th.

Yeah, before the facsimile
blew my cover.

They asked me to leave

so innocent people
wouldn't be hurt.

That's the price you pay
when you work for the CIA.

You were still
at Garcia House
Thursday night?

Yes. I ate spaghetti,

I had a smoke
on the stoop,

then I went to bed.

Anybody see you
on that stoop?

Millions of people.

It's a big city.

You know, I see what
you're doing, Jeff.

You're using backward logic.

Like, only sick people
take pills,

so if I stop taking pills, I...

I won't be sick.

You follow?

I take my pills.

Yes. You didn't have
anything on you

when they picked you up
at the shelter.

And we looked up
your Medicaid account.

No charges in
over a year.

That's a lie. I take my pills.

See for yourself.

You know, I know
it's hard to stay
on your meds.

It's like your head is,
you know,

wrapped in a wet blanket,

but if you go off them,

well, that's when
the-the trouble starts.

Most schizophrenics
aren't violent,

but sometimes
you are.

That's why they
asked you to leave
Garcia House?

It's to protect the innocent.

From you?

Because you were
starting fights.

I was not.

I take my meds.

Geodon. I take Geodon.

Come on, Jeff.

You even got into a fight
Thursday night.

You went for a walk.

I don't go out nights.

You ran into Michael
and his dog.

I tell you,
I don't go out at night.

It's too dark,
I don't like it.

I like your socks.

Where did you get them?

The Mission.

Lucky you found a matching pair.

Yeah.

He squints.

He doesn't like going out
at night.

He can't distinguish shades.

He's got nyctalopia.

Night blindness.

He wouldn't have
attacked Roland at night.

He would have waited
for daytime.

Maybe under normal
circumstances

but this guy hasn't
taken his meds

in over a year.

Oh, that's another thing.

Geodon only came out
on the market last year.

The only way he'd know
about it is if he was taking it.

EAMES:
His fairy
godmother must

be paying for it,

because there's no record
Medicaid is.

There's no record of Richter
anywherethis past year.

He took himself off the radar.

More than likely
someone else did.

My bet,
it wasn't the North Koreans.

Richter applied

for a new Social Security
number last year.

He said
he was being stalked.

That's his supporting
documentation.

Five pages-- typed,
single spaced.

I think he had help.

Medicaid ran his new
Social Security number.

Besides his meds,

they pay for his
chiropractor
twice a week,

his dentist once a week,

eye doctor, art therapy,
podiatrist, dermatologist...

The guy's sicker
than he looks.

Let's find out.

Jeff, how you feeling?

Pretty good.

How's your sciatica?

Medicaid says you

see a chiropractor
for sciatica nerve problems

in your left leg.

Uh, it's all better.

Your feet?

It says here you see
a... podiatrist.

I have bad arches.

Can we see your feet?

These dogs don't look so bad.

What else does your doctor do
besides clean your feet?

Nothing.

Arches still hurt.

I told Mr. Garcia.

Still, you have to admit,
my feet look pretty good.

They should at 500
bucks a visit.

MAN:
I had a chat with that doctor.

Our medical advisory board
said his fees and methods
were, uh, pretty standard.

This is your
advisory board here.

You have lots
of heavy hitters.

WOMAN:
How's Jeff?

We've been so worried
about him since he ran away.

He told us he was
asked to leave.

We don't turn
anybody away.

When we bring people
in off the street,

we make them a promise:
they'll always have a home.

And you served spaghetti
for dinner Thursday night?

That sounds right.

And after dinner,
Jeff likes to have
a smoke on the stoop.

I kind of lost track
of Jeff that night.

We don't do bed checks,
so, uh, all I can say is

I don't, uh...
I didn't see him.

Well, what about
you, Mrs. Garcia?

I was upstairs
in our rooms.

All right.

Well...

so, uh,
maybe Jeff was here...

you know, maybe he wasn't.

Did he do any of these?

Uh, no. Our other residents.

We take them to art
therapy twice a week.

Oh. Emily LeCroix,
what was she diagnosed with?

Schizophrenia.

Really?

Yes.

It's a wonderful
painting.

So full of hope.

Well, it certainly is, um...

you know, full of something.

That's my favorite.

Carol James.

Let me guess...

The lady has, uh,
bipolar disorder.

My mother's roommate
at Carmel Ridge,

she's bipolar.

She paints fruit, too,

but, you know,
bright blue apples,

hot-pink bananas.

Her-Her paintings are raw.

They're filled with energy.

She's-She's driven
to express herself.

I didn't see any of that
in that painting.

And the kids on the beach?

Uh, schizophrenics are...

Well, they typically
focus on the eyes.

It would've been the
children's eyes, the dogs.

You know,
I think the Garcias

probably bought
those paintings
at a garage sale.

The Garcias charged Medicaid
200 bucks a week

for Jeff's art therapy classes.

Plus, 50 bucks
for transportation.

You feel like sticking around
for their next field trip?

EAMES:
They drove around

for half an hour and then
went back to Garcia House.

They let one
of them out.

He had to go to the bathroom,

so they let him take a pee
off the pier.

Off the pier?
That's compassion.

EAMES:
Compassion has
its rewards.

At 50 bucks a head,
the Garcias can charge Medicaid

800 bucks for transportation.

If there is fraud and
Dr. Roland found out...

And the Garcias could've had

one of their counselors
take care of him.

If fraud there is.

What do you call Jeff Richter's
$500 pedicures?

The art classes he doesn't
remember attending?

That's your star witness--

Jeff Richter, the one-time
murder suspect.

You'd use him to impugn
the characters

of two advocates
of the homeless,

who've earned the respect
of the people of this city.

We've seen their
press clippings.

Good.

I won't go a near a grand jury
if your only evidence

is the ramblings of a lone,
deranged individual.

How about the ramblings
of ten deranged individuals?

What the hell did you
get me into?

You lumped me in
with those quacks?

I'm just saying, Doc,

everybody's got to get
their story straight.

My patients need to continue
their treatment.

Which brings me
to my last point.

Your last state check
should've come in.

You need to settle up.

How much do you want?

What the hell are you doing?

I can't take a personal check.

Money order, Doc,
same as always.

I have a patient waiting.

GOREN:
You're Emily LeCroix.

I saw your painting
at the Garcia House--

uh, the kids on the
beach with the dog.

Oh, I didn't do that.

But... Mrs. Garcia said

you painted that
at your art therapy.

Uh, no, I don't like
dogs, at all.

Do you take art therapy classes?

Oh, yes,
I went last Saturday.

What do you do
in these classes?

We painted an office.

You mean, you painted a mural
on a wall?

Well, sure, we painted
the walls.

We painted them white.

But Mr. Garcia said
that's what his friend wanted--

white walls.

Is that what they have
you do in these classes,

paint walls?

And ceilings.

(chuckles)

It's very therapeutic.

Thanks, Emily.

Let's hear what the others
have to say.

This is Mr. Biagiotti.

Tell them where they take you
every week for drama therapy.

Downtown to
watch a show.

Tell them what kind of show.

You know, a TV show.

Care to know how much
the Garcias charge Medicaid

for this drama therapy?

I can only guess.

Mr. Biagiotti told me
the Garcias had him change

his Social Security number.

You'll have warrants
by the end of the day.

I don't care
what this says.

You can't come
in here like this...

That's why we brought the
Department of Health with us.

Is Mrs. Garcia upstairs?

What do you want
with my wife?

We have an arrest
warrant for her.

We have one
for you, too.

What-What is this?!

Mrs. Garcia,
you're under arrest.

Put your hands
behind your back.

Why-Why are you doing
this to me?

I'm-I'm Lupe Garcia!

This is an injustice!

If I wasn't seeing this
with my own eyes...

Well, you mean misery...
pays well?

Mr. and Mrs. Garcia did not go
out last Thursday night.

That's for a fact.

You're very sure
of this fact.

Mr. Garcia was in this
office from 8:10 to 10:27.

Lupe went upstairs at 9:14.

What about Derek

and the other
counselors?

Derek Ortiz, certified
in special needs care,

punched out at 10:15.

Is something wrong
with your eyes, Reggie?

I had a recent
intraocular scraping.

(watch beeps)

Cataracts?

Yes.

You take Geodon?

Mm-hmm.

By prescription only,
for my schizophrenia.

(sighs)

Okay. Reggie, thanks.

Okay.

Well, that makes 15--

15 residents with eye problems:

Jeff Richter, Mr. Biagiotti
from the park, Reggie...

All of them schizophrenics.

CARVER:
I've just
been upstairs.

Tell me I was imagining things.

The faucets really
are gold-plated.

It's disillusioning
to say the least.

On the bright side,
everybody on staff

is accounted for the night
Dr. Roland was killed.

The Garcias might be thieves,
but they aren't murderers.

The doctors the Garcias used
in their scheme...

they switched them up
every six months or so.

Except for the eye doctors.

They've used the same one
for last three years...

a Dr. Thomas Dysart.

Hmm...

Maybe he was actually treating
these people.

Uh, they don't seem better off
for it.

When-When, uh,
Dr. Roland hacked

into Jeff Richter's
Medicaid files...

did we find out how far he got?

Jeff Richter?

Yes, he is a patient,

but I'd have
to look up his file.

We have his Medicaid file
right here.

This $3,500 charge
last September--

what's this code mean?

That's for cataract surgery.

Cataract surgery.

Isn't that the same code

as this procedure here
back in June?

Two cataract surgeries
in one year.

One for each eye.

I told her you'd have
a logical explanation

for that.

Now, are you a fan,
or are these up here

to convince your patients
they have eye problems?

I put them up
to invite ridiculous questions.

Now, I have a patient
in five minutes, so...

There's a charge here

for another surgery in March.

Which eye wasthatfor, Doctor?

That's for a pre-op exam.

You people don't know
how lucky you are

not having to deal
with Medicaid.

They assign a set fee
for a procedure

which has nothing to do
with the actual costs.

You're saying

you overcharge Medicaid.

No.

My billing service sends them
an invoice

with all the bells and whistles.

They lowball me.

We negotiate.

And I eventually get paid
a fair price.

(equipment rattling)

I told her

there was a logical explanation
for that, too.

And that's the reason

why there are multiple
surgery charges

for your patients
at the Garcia House.

Garcia House?

Yes.

The homeless are particularly
susceptible to eye problems,

because of diet,
hygiene, drug use,

but I really don't have
to justify my work to you.

Well, you just did.

You know, speaking for myself...

I'm satisfied.

That's an $8,000 piece
of equipment, Detective.

Don't play with it.

I've always wondered

what this was.

That's a transilluminator
to check pupillary reflex.

Was Dr. Roland satisfied
with your explanation?

Roland?

Never heard of him.

Jeff Richter was
his brother-in-law.

Dr. Roland was looking for him.

Roland tried to hack
into Jeff's medical files.

He-he managed
to download the charges

for the eye treatments
before he got booted off.

Sorry.

Never talked to him.

What goes in there?

Nothing.

We bought this at a
medical supply store.

It's called a
glare tester.

I mean, that's
what was missing

from Dysart's office.

It gives off a
bright light

to test the
retina's response.

And Dysart used this
to blind Dr. Roland?

That's why Roland
couldn't defend himself.

Now, this jogger

confused this bright
light with dry lightning.

And Dysart probably
damaged his

in the attack,

so he had to
get rid of it.

That's the how.

I don't quite see the why.

Even if Dr. Roland discovered
he was defrauding Medicaid...

EAMES:
By performing

cataract surgeries.

Isn't that assault?

First Degree. No less.

Being in furtherance
of a felony...

Dysart knew he was facing
serious prison time.

What actual evidence do you have
to tie him to the murder?

He lives alone.

No one saw him coming or going.

We could canvas the park again.

In the meantime,

we'll build an assault
and fraud case,

have our own doctors examine
his patients,

and talk to his billing service.

Tom?

I'm your malpractice attorney.

This is beyond my field of...

I hate when you
equivocate, Norman.

You will most certainly
be charged

as an accomplice
to the Garcias.

But it gets worse.

Since you performed surgery
on these people...

I'm not guilty, Norman.

Of course not.

But you're open
to assault charges

unless you can demonstrate

that the procedures are
medically legitimate.

They are.

The patients are undergoing

a legitimate course
of treatment.

Results...

You have to prove it
with results.

Beneficial results.

You mean someone
who's completed the treatment.

Yes.

A success story.

Can you do that?

Dr. Dysart sent us
the worksheets

with the procedures
checked off.

I had no way of telling

if he actually
performed those procedures.

She's not trained
to do medical oversight.

She's just a bookkeeper.

Dysart gave us a
cock-and-bull story

about Medicaid
lowballing his fees.

No. He's right.

When I took over his billing,
I noticed

he was being shortchanged
on his fees.

It was your idea

to inflate the charges
to Medicaid?

It's standard practice

to negotiate for every nickel.

Dr. Dysart must have
been thrilled

you came up with this idea.

I don't think he cared.

Getting paid wasn't a priority.

He was always late
getting his worksheets to me.

He was probably too busy
moving patients

in and out of his office.

I'd be surprised if he saw more
than ten patients a day.

My other eye doctors--

they see that many patients
in an hour.

You got to hear this.

Dr. Emerson was just
giving us his report

on Dysart's Garcia
House patients.

Go ahead, Doctor.

I examined the 15 residents
Dysart operated on.

These individuals were subjected
to repeated and needless

retinal corneal cataract
surgeries for a period

of over two years.

Some had as many
as 18 procedures

during that time.

With what results?

Five have permanently
detached retinas.

Others have diminished vision,

oversensitivity to light,
night blindness.

They all have surgical scars
on top of surgical scars.

They got laser cuts
going nowhere.

Dysart said these people had
unique eye problems

because they'd been homeless.

I don't care if these people
were living on Mars.

In my experience,

there is no medical
justification for this...

this... butchery.

You made your
point, Doctor.

Thank you.

Where are we
on the murder?

We canvassed the park.

We showed his photo around.

We fanned on every pitch.

But we still have him on fraud

and for assaulting
these poor bastards.

CARVER:
He could simply
claim incompetence,

and hide behind his
malpractice insurance.

We need proof
he intended to defraud.

You're talking
about making a deal

with the Garcias.

Not a generous deal,
but a deal,

ifit gets us Dysart.

Greedy son of a bitch.

It's worse than that.

I don't think
he did it for money.

These are the Doctor's
statements

about the kickbacks
to the Garcias.

This is from livery surface
whose offices were painted

by the residents
of the Garcia House

under the guise
of "art therapy."

And this is from the staff

about field
trips

to parking lots.

You have your
statements.

We have ours.

From mental health advocates,
civic leaders.

All testifying
to the fact
that hundreds

of mentally disabled
persons have been helped

by the Garcias.

There are words,
and then there are...

pictures.

This is the work
of your ophthalmologist,

Dr. Dysart.

You see this?

See that?

That's Emily
LeCroix's
left eye...

post-op.

That scar tissue is
from three operations

in less than six months.

Thanks to
Dr. Dysart,

she's legally
blind in that eye.

This is Jeff
Richter's eye.

Dysart didn't wait
for his scars to heal

from one operation
before operating

on him again,

so now he needs
corneal transplants.

Yes. Well, we-we didn't know
that he was doing this.

Mrs. Garcia,
wait.

What do you want
from my clients?

GOREN:
Dysart.

CARVER:
You help us
prosecute him,

I'll consider a plea.

First--I hear
what they have to say.

He was just supposed
to examine them.

I told him not to hurt them.

Where did you find Dysart?

He came to me at a, uh,
mental health benefit.

He'd heard about our work
with schizophrenics,

and offered his services.

He specifically mentioned
schizophrenics?

Yeah.

He asked me how many, uh,

diagnosed schizophrenics were
living at the house.

Did he say
whyhe was interested?

No.

He just wanted
to work with us,

any way he could.

If you want their testimony
against Dysart,

you'll reduce the charges
to misdemeanor larceny.

They'll pay a fine.

They'll retain their license
to operate Garcia House.

I can't accept their terms.

Dysart's a sadist
with a medical license.

Looks to me,
he's the greater
of two evils.

I want to put themall
behind bars.

That means making a case
against Dysart

without the Garcias' help.

Everything his bookkeeper
tells us

demonstrates Dysart's
indifferent to money.

He's in it for
the joy of healing?

I-I'm not sure.

He targets schizophrenics.

Because they're
easy prey.

Well, so is any

mentally ill person,

but schizophrenics,
more than any other group,

are more prone
to visual hallucinations.

You're not
suggesting

that this was
an experiment?

You eliminate greed and sadism,
what's left?

Experimental surgery
without informed consent,

without supervision--

that's good for a trip
up the river.

Get me the
evidence.

Well, you don't do research
without a theory to back it up.

He might have published a paper
in a medical journal,

or talked it up
with a colleague.

I haven't spoken to Tom since
Columbia, ten years ago.

I wouldn't know
about his research.

You might try someone
who's more current.

We couldn't find anybody.

We only came to you
because he used you
as reference

when he applied to the
Ophthalmological Association.

Opthalmology? You sure?

That wasn't his specialty
when you knew him?

No. It was oncology--
same as me.

He lose interest?

I have no idea.

We had one year left.

I spent the summer
in Boston.

When I came back,
he was gone.

They said he took
a sabbatical.

What did he say?

I never talked to him.

I didn't even know
where he was.

Then, a year later,
he got in touch with me.

Let me guess--
he was in Amsterdam.

This is from
the Van Gogh Museum.

It's on the back.

He sent me that
as a graduation gift.

Never heard
from him again.

And he never expressed
an interest in ophthalmology?

No.

Maybe when he was smoking
that legal weed in Amsterdam

he figured out eye doctors
have a better chance

of getting laid
than oncologists.

Uh... I don't think he was
in Amsterdam for the weed.

DYSART:
Look up for me, please.

Good. Now look to the left.

Okay.

Dr. Dysart, I'm not
sure I understood
you on the phone?

Marilyn's going into the next
phase of her treatment.

It's all covered
by your Medicaid.

Are you still on Xyprexa,
Marilyn?

My eyes are okay, Dr. Dysart.

It's been
two years

since she's had any blurriness.

It's a multiphase
treatment.

If we stop now,
she'll never get better.

I assume you want Marilyn
to get better, don't you?

EAMES:
Columbia just faxed
Dysart's records.

When he came back
from his year off,

he doubled his workload
to complete his requirements

for ophthalmology.

Finished in the top percentile.

Spent most of his sabbatical
in Amsterdam.

Gave Columbia an address
at a hotel there.

On Paulus Potterstraat.

That's same street
as the Van Gogh Museum.

Maybe Dysart was thinking
of becoming

a reconstructive surgeon.

The story is...
Van Gogh gave his ear

to a prostitute as a...
you know, token of love.

But who knows... what
he was really thinking?

All right, Marilyn,
you've been through this before.

I'm going to lower
the chair.

Is my mother still here?

She's just outside.

This is a local anesthetic.

You've had this before.

Nothing to be worried about.

Put the needle down, Doctor.

Get out of here!
I'm with a patient!

You're under arrest,
Dr. Dysart.

What the hell do you think
you're doing?

I'd ask you the same
thing, but the answer

would probably make
my hair stand on end.

It's unheard of.

Arresting a doctor
in the middle of a surgery?

Or as we call it, during
the commission of a crime.

Every procedure he performs
is guided

by sound medical
practice.

Well, maybe he can explain
which sound medical practice

guided him during
these procedures.

This laser incision here...

Our experts couldn't figure out
what it was for.

Was it a mistake,
a slip?
I don't make mis...

My client hardly has to explain
himself to a couple of laymen.

Either two laymen now,
or 12 later.

(sighs)

Our experts were
also mystified

by the multiple operations
to Ms. LeCroix's left eye,

while it seems you hardly
touched her right.

Did Medicaid only cover
the left?

GOREN:
There is no medical
explanation

is there?

This practice is exactly
what it looks like--

state-funded...
eyeball chop-chop.

(scoffs)

He's not going
to respond.

If you're just
going to engage

in character
assassination...

There is no character there.

It's just this...

greedy, grasping,
charnel house... butcher,

who's targeted
schizophrenics because

nobody would believe them
if they complained.

Nobody would believe
that a doctor would...

deliberately mutilate their eyes

to make a buck.

That is not true.

I am not a butcher.

I was treating them.

This cut...

This cut was made to
relax the upper zonules...

Tom...

This... Her presbyopia

required me to
scrape the lens

before a cortical
cataract formed.

You're losing me.

You'll have to show us.

Show us how you helped
these people.

(sighs)

The eye-- 80% of our sensory
intake comes through the eye.

The brain interprets
what the eye captures.

But these people, Doctor,
these schizophrenics...

Schizophrenia--

specifically the visual
hallucinations occur

when the sensory intake,
the information, is corrupted.

Corrupted?

You mean by the eye.

No, by the lens here.

Corrupt information hits the
posterior subcapsular cataract

back here,
which blocks...

The optic nerve.

Yes. Which leads to the brain.

What I do is remove the tainted
part of the lens

by performing an extra-capular

cataract extraction
to clean the lens.

So... a-a clean lens lets more
light into the optic nerve.

Yes. More light...

stimulates the retina

which clears up
the hallucinations.

You actually succeeded?

Not yet.

I was in the final phase of
treatment on Marilyn Reese

when you interrupted me.

All right, so, you get rid
of the hallucinations,

and you get rid
of the schizophrenia--

is that, uh, the idea?

Yes.

The patient is free
of the disease.

Only sick people take pills.

If I stop taking my pills,
I won't be sick anymore.

Well...

this is, uh...

Well, it's, um... revolutionary.

When did you discover
this treatment?

My last year at Columbia.

Right after
your sabbatical.

Which is when you switched
specialties.

Yes.

How did you know?

Well, I have an interest
in your career.

Why did you take the sabbatical?

I was exhausted.

I needed to clear my head.

Reorder my priorities.

So you went to Amsterdam.

Is-Is-Is that where you
developed an interest

in... in-in Van Gogh?

I'd always been attracted
to his work.

But it was in Amsterdam
where his work...

well... acquired
a special meaning for you.

I mean, as it
does many people

whose lives are touched
with schizophrenia,

which means

split mind,
which is really misleading

because the mind isn't split

it's just...
out of its owner's control.

That isn't accurate, either.

It's simply responding
to corrupted stimuli...

real physical abnormalities
in the sensory organs.

Yes.

Talking about this?

Most people think

he cut it off
for love, but...

some people say
he cut it off

to stop
the auditory hallucinations

from driving him crazy.

Isn't that
where you got the idea?

That the disease
isn't in the brain.

It's in the eyes--
uh, ears, fingertips.

That the
brain is, uh--

your brain-- is healthy.

It's inconceivable
that this instrument

that took you to the top
of your class at Columbia

could ever betray you.

It's intolerable.

How old were you, Doctor,
when...

Twenty-seven?

My mother was 32...

There's nothing wrong with me.

No. Nothing wrong.

Yes, you have schizophrenia.

That's...

That's of no consequence.

My methods are sound.

You had a crisis...

ten years ago.

You ran away to Europe.

Kept it a secret

while you applied

your wounded intellect
to the problem.

And this is
what you came up with,

and, and this.

No.

No! No!

I am fully in control
of myself.

That's what you're
afraid of, right?

People are going to find out,
pump you full of drugs,

institutionalize you...

There'd be no need.

'Cause you must've
been terrified

when Roland showed up
at your office.

Terrified
that this psychiatrist

would see through your
professional demeanor.

He was there under
false pretenses...

He was conspiring
to put you out of business.

They don't understand.

Your cure can make people
with you condition

masters of their own fate.

Yes.

No more drugs,
no more stigma.

-Yes.
-No more fear, shame.

No, you had to save yourself.

You had to stop Roland.

Yes.

You had to kill him.

Yes.

Oh, no...

No, I have to get back
to my work.

I need to...
get back to my work.

Pl-Please let me get back
to my work.

They agreed to a plea
of not guilty

by reason of mental disease.

Dr. Dysart agreed to be
institutionalized

until our experts decide

he's no longer a danger
to society.

He must be insane--

he's the only one
who wasn't in it
for the money.

Where's Detective Goren?

On the phone.

Don't ask.

(wolf howling)