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(alarm blaring)

WOMAN:
Pulse is nonexistent.

Patient's in
cardiac arrest.

The cranial pressure's up.

I'm guessing aneurysm.

You're guess aneurysm?
What does that mean?

You want us to treat
it like an aneurysm?

Where's the
attending?

We paged him.
He hasn't answered yet.

You're the resident,
so you're in charge
till he gets here.

Right. Okay, we need to insert
an intraventricular catheter.

But that will
take hours.

(sighs)

Okay, forget that.

Let's just hit it
with the defibrillator.

Get the paddles fired up.

OLDER NURSE:
Charging to 300.

It's charged.

Clear.
Clear.

Okay, new plan.

We need to do
an intracranial bypass.

We'll just insert another
catheter through the groin.

Are you sure? Her brain's
not getting any oxygen.

By the time we
find the aneurysm,
she'll be a vegetable.

I think we got to call it.

Yeah.

I'm gonna call it.

Time of death...

5:14 a.m.

Time of death?

What are you talking
about, time of death.

Continue CPR please.

She had an aneurysm
I'm afraid.

She's been comatose
for several weeks.

I thought about
an intracranial drain.

That's a waste of time.

This patient's not having
an aneurysm,

she's in anaphylaxis.

I don't think so.

There's nothing
on her chart

that says anything
about any allergies.

No known allergies.

But we changed her
antiviral this afternoon.

It's got Methisone in it.

(alarm continuing)

We've got something.

Pulse?
Thirty-four.

Sixty-six.

BP's climbing as well.
She's stabilizing.

The clues are all
on the chart.

You just gotta learn
how to read it.

You just saved
that woman's life.

I suppose I did.

Guess it wasn't
your time to go...

Allison Dubois.

(gasps)

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How come you never told me?
I don't know.

But in light of everything
that's happened since,

it seemed kind
of beside the point.

Almost dying?

How can that ever be
beside the point?

I don't know, I wasn't there.

From what the doctors told me,

the whole thing lasted
maybe two minutes.

I mean, they called me,
I rushed down there.

By the time I got
down there, you were
completely stable.

I never even met the
doctor who worked on you.

Still...

But, Allie, you were
in a coma.

You were in a coma when
I left you that night.

You were still in a coma when
I came back the next morning.

It didn't seem like
that much had changed.

But I'm sorry.

You don't have to apologize.

It's not your fault.

I just-- the whole reason
I'm dreaming this dream

is I'm anxious about
going back to the hospital.

I'm anxious about
seeing Rosemary.

What are you
anxious about?

She's your friend.

Why are you
assuming the worst?

Honey, it's a hospital.

They don't keep
you in there 'cause
they like you.

Aren't you
forgetting something?

And then this guy Jordy,
after all that,

tells her he doesn't
even like girls.

He likes boys.

Bridgette, why are you
watching that show?

Mom and Dad would hate it

if they knew that you were
watching that show.

Nuh-uh.

You're wrong.

It's not even a show.
It's all real.

It's reality television.

Okay, you know what,
you don't know what
you're talking about.

There is nothing real
about that show.

It's staged.

The people who make it
tell them what to do.

Nuh-uh. It's real.

It's fake.

You're wrong.
It has to be real.

I watched it on the computer
at school.

What did you watch
on the computer at school?

She's watching that show,
The Real Life Diaries.

The one where the
follow real people

with the real problems,

finding real solutions to
life's real challenges.

No, no, no, Bridge.

I don't want you
watching that.

That's not for you.

Why is it not for me?

I'm a person--
I'm real.

Yes, but there's
nothing real
about that show.

She's right.

It's all so lurid and adult.

I want to be an adult.

And I don't know
what it means,

but by the sound of it,

I think I want
to be lurid, too.

Yeah, me, too.

What you want to be
is on time for school.

And I want to be on time
for my job interview.

So if you guys are done
with your breakfast,

how about you go into your room
and get ready for school, okay?

Okay, Daddy.
Thank you.

Okay, Daddy.

Oh, hey...
when you see your mom,

be sure to make a big deal.

She's walking without a cane.

Yeah.

(knocking)

We're decent.

(gasps)

Wow!

I'm calling no fair.

(laughing):
Look at you.

Oh...

Thank you.

What's with the hair?

I thought we
had a deal.

I just got rid of mine
to support you.

If I had known you were
going to grow yours back,

I would have stopped
taking that chemo

a long time ago.
(chuckles)

I feel like such a fool.

I got out my best
babushka for your visit.

And seriously, you're not using
your cane at all anymore?

No, not as of this morning.

You're just...

a disappointment
on so many levels.

(laughing)

After all I've done for you.

Don't make fun.
Don't belittle.

No.

No, might not be
important to you,

but it's important to me.

You're the one
who got me through

those first few weeks,
you smart-ass.

Hmm.

You're the one who would
come up to me and say,

"get your ass out of bed."

Okay.

So...

return the favor.

Get your ass out of bed.

Well,
I guess you just don't know

how to say it right, do you?

(chuckles)

Rosemary, what the hell is
going on?

Why are you still here?

Yesterday afternoon,

my doctor told me
I'm stage four.

Can't operate again.

It's too big.

It's too impacted.

I'm so sorry.

That's what he told me.

Do you know what I did?

I didn't call my family.

I didn't call my minister.

The first person I called
was you.

Yesterday afternoon.

You.

And here you are.

Here I am.

So how you sleeping?

You're walking.

You've got hair to comb.

I'm thinking
you're dreaming again.

So dream a dream for me.

Hmm?

Dream me something I
can tell my husband; my kids.

Would you do that?

A happy dream?
A hopeful dream?

I'll try.

I swear to God, I will try.

But it kind of does
what it wants to do.

That's okay.

(sniffling)

If you come up empty,

feel free to come back tomorrow
and lie to me.

(both laugh)

I'll be right there.

Excuse me? Uh...

it's Doctor...

Dr. Statler?

Yeah. I'm sorry. Have we met?

Uh, kind of.

My name's Allison Dubois.

I was a patient here.

Uh, I was in a coma
for about three months.

And I, I had a bad reaction
to a drug one night.

I guess, clinically, I was dead
for a few minutes.

Yeah, I-I remember.

I think I gave you an epi shot.

Well, any other doctor would
have done the same thing.

Well, I'm not so sure.

And, anyway, it wasn't
any other doctor.

It was you.

(sighs)

I promise you:

I only get less impressive
the more you look at me.

(laughs)

Look, I know you're
a very busy man.

If there's anything,
ever, that you need--

not that I know
what that would be...

You wouldn't have a nickel,
would you?

(coins jingling)

Yes.

Here you go.

(chuckles)
We'll call it even, huh?

(elevator bell dings)

(man vomiting)

(toilet flushing)

(man coughing)

(sighs, mutters)

Sorry about that.

Job interviews.

I... I get pretty nervous.

Would-Would you
give me that?

Thank you.

I just-- I just dried them off
and look at them.

They're already soaking wet
with sweat.

You know what you
should do?

You should get a
bottle of water.

And just keep your hands
wrapped around it

till before you go
in the interview.

And that way your hand
will be, uh, cool

instead of clammy.
Oh, thanks.

I speak from
experience.

Yeah, I'm, uh,
Will... Willem Wittmar.

Joe Dubois.

That-- you're right.

That hand is cool.

Willem, huh?

Like, uh, like the actor?

Yeah.

I, uh, really should change it
to "William."

'Cause, uh, nobody ever
gets it right.

(laughs)

Here you go, Willem.

I think you could
probably use that.

(groans quietly)

(school bell ringing)

Hey, Dad.

Hi, kiddo.

Hey, do you know
anybody in Hollywood?

Hollywood? Like in
the entertainment business?

No. Why?

I have this really cool idea
for that TV show

The Real Life Diaries.

And I was thinking

if I wrote it down,
maybe you could send it to them

or write to them
or e-mail to them

or something.

It's about this new character,
a guy named Willem.

Willem?

Mm-hmm.

(chuckles)

What's so funny?

Bridgette.
She's, uh, she wrote some ideas

for this TV show she likes.

Well, why's that?

(chuckling):
I don't know.

She-she wants me to send it
to the producers.

Ooh, I like it.
Shows initiative.

Yeah.

She's created all
these characters.

She's got this guy
named Willem

who, he's an astronaut,

and he hasn't been
in space in, in, like,

a couple years,
so he's running
out of money.

And his wife Tess is,
uh, she's upset with him,

so she socks him
in the eye.

Whoa. Wonder where
she got that from.

I know.
You haven't socked me

in the eye for months.

Oh, hey, you never
said anything about,

um, about Rosemary.

What's there to say?

I was right.
She doesn't have much time.

I'm sorry.

The whole thing's
so random.

My tumor's benign,
hers was malignant.

I gonna live and...

she's gonna die.

(monitor beeping)

(grunting)

(gasping)

Help me!

Shh.
(groans)

Oh, my God, Rosemary,
I was so worried about you.

I tried to call your room,
and nobody answered.

The nurse--

she told me she would make me
feel better, feel good.

She told me to relax.

She said she did this kind
of thing all the time.

She knew what she was doing.

What do you mean?
Why are you so upset?

Ma'am,
can I help you?

No, I'm fine. We're fine.

I'm just visiting my friend.

Your friend?

Rosemary. Rosemary Widdick.

I don't understand.

Didn't they tell you?

Ms. Widdick passed away
early this morning.

I don't understand
exactly what it is

you want me to do, Allison.

I don't know-- investigate;
file charges.

Help me find and arrest this
nurse that I saw in my dream.

But the death certificate
clearly indicates

that your friend died
from natural causes:

"Sudden respiratory failure."

I have to believe that
if some nurse did give

your friend a drug
that killed her,

there would be evidence
to that effect

and that it would be apparent
to either her doctor

or the people at the hospital...

Well, not necessarily; not if
they're not looking for it.

Can't you just order an autopsy?

Based on what?

Look... I'm sorry
you lost your friend,

but she was battling
stage-four cancer.

That's not what killed her.

Even if you're right
about that,

my hands are tied.

No crime
has been reported.

Even the family of
the alleged victim
isn't complaining.

The hospital has ruled
on the cause of death.

If you want someone
to revisit that judgment,

you're going to have
to convince someone there.

Dr. Statler?

Hello again.

Allison Dubois.
We--

I saved your life.

You gave me a nickel for it.

I'm sorry. I'm really busy.

Is there something
I can do for you?

There's nothing out of
the ordinary in this chart.

Well, of course not.

The drug responsible for ending
my friend's life wouldn't have

been recorded on that chart.

That's why I need you
to authorize an autopsy.

Look, I think
that Rosemary met with

foul play.

That's, uh, that's quite

an outrageous accusation,
Mrs. Dubois.

Do you have
any basis for it?

No.

I'm just taking
Rosemary's word for it.

Look...

I know you're very busy

and I know you're very good
at what you do,

but it just so happens I'm
pretty good at what I do, too.

Look me up.

Here's my card.

Call me.

Tell me you'll do it.

Hey, Joe.

Looks like we both made it
to round two.

Must have been that
water bottle trick.

How's the other guy look?

Oh, this?
No, there was no other guy.

I woke up in the middle
of the night

and you know,
I tripped over my dog

and I went smack into the
the bathroom door.

My wife actually,
she tried to convince me

to use some of makeup
to cover it up, but...

Your wife... Tess?

Yeah. Did-did I mention
her the other day?

Yeah, Tess, she, uh,
she tried

to get me to use something
called "concealer."

I mean, have you heard
of this stuff?

It's, it's...
What's that say about women

that they carry around
this stuff called concealer?

(knocking on door)

Go away!

JOE:
Hey.

Oh. Sorry, I thought
you were Marie.

Ah, that's okay .

Um, what you, uh,
what you doing?

You working on some ideas
for the TV show?

Well, I had a dream
about them last night,

and I've been waiting all day
to write them down.

Are you mad?

No, I'm not mad.
(splutters)

So what's going on?

What's in store
for ol' Willem, hmm?

Are things gonna start
looking up for the guy?

Is he gonna get some work?

(laughs)

Wait. I don't understand.

So your competition
for this job is some

down-on-his-luck astronaut

who has a ex-countess
for a wife? (laughs)

Well, Bridgette did take some
creative liberties,

but she also got
a lot of things right.

This guy Willem is out of work.

He is married
to a woman named Tess.

And, as far as I can tell,
she did sock him in the eye.

"Tess wanted money.

"It was all she ever
really cared about.

"And when Willem
couldn't give her enough,

"she found herself another man.

His name was Carlo."
(laughs)

What? So are we supposed

to believe
that this lady is cheating

on her husband
'cause he can't find a job?

I mean,
nobody can find a job.

(ringtone plays)

Hello?

STATLER:
I looked you up, Mrs. Dubois.

Apparently you are usually
pretty good at what you do.

So I called the Widdick family;
I was able to convince them

to let us perform
an autopsy on Rosemary.

I'm looking
at the results right now.

That's terrific.

Yeah, well, you tell me.

We found no unusual substances
in her system,

just the medication
we prescribed.

We did find that her cancer had
spread even further

than her primary oncologist
suspected.

Her kidneys were
pretty much gone.

Her heart valves were not clear

and her lymphatic system was
compromised.

Mrs. Dubois,
I-I don't know what to tell you,

but this woman died because her
body was consumed with cancer,

not because someone gave her
a drug that killed her.

I'm just surprised.

Mrs. Dubois, I'm sorry
you lost your friend.

Perhaps knowing that she died
of natural causes

will make it easier
to accept.

Thank you.

(gasping)

Help me!

Shh.
(groans)

It hurts!

Pain!

Don't worry...
I've already given you something

that's gonna make all
of that go away.

Dr. Bench prescribed
something new.

It's very powerful stuff.

Trust me.

Try and relax.

You're not the first patient
I've administered this to.

That's it.
Get some sleep.

It's all right, dear.

It's your time.

(gasps)

(birds chirping)

What's so riveting, hmm?

Ooh, isn't that
handsome Dr. Statler,

the man who saved your life?

He did.
He saved my life,
didn't he?

Mm-hmm, yes, he did.

Why?

I've been up here 4:00
in the morning,

trying to read
everything I can about him,

trying to convince myself.

Is there something
you want to tell me?

I think he killed Rosemary.

I think he did
it on purpose.

Wait a second.

Didn't you say a nurse did it?

You said that you saw
a nurse doing it.

I said Rosemary saw a nurse
do it.

I think she-she thought she did.

But as it turns out,

the nurse was just giving her
a painkiller.

Statler slipped in there later
and killed her in her sleep.

At least that's what I dreamt.

Well, why don't we talk
about that for a second?

You just started dreaming again,

after being
in a coma for months,

after weeks of having
no dreams at all.

Is it possible that...

what you saw
didn't happen?

I... That's what
I'm hoping.

I would love
to be wrong.

Anyway, you know
what, this--

I think you got some
e-mail or something.

This mail symbol
keeps flashing.

(sighs)

(Allison pours coffee)

Hey, uh, I hate to shatter
a horrible mood

with good news, but it's Drew.

He said the interview
went great.

They love me.

They're putting together
an offer.

I might have a job.

(chuckles)

MAN (over P.A.):
Michael Crawford, 340...

ALLISON:
Mr. Carlisle.

Sorry to shanghai you
after your lunch.

Um, my name's Allison Dubois.

I'm with
the district attorney's office.

I was also a patient here.

I was hoping maybe I could have
a few minutes of your time.

CARLISLE:
That's quite a story.

I want you to
understand that

I admire Dr. Statler.

I-- Dr. Statler saved my life.

But I've been doing research

on his career this
morning and--

Are you aware

that before Dr. Statler
came to work here,

you never had more than
nine deaths a year

from sudden respiratory failure?

Sudden respiratory
failure.

It's what's listed here

on my friend Rosemary's
death certificate.

It's kind of
a catchall phrase, right?

Basically means "We really
don't know what happened here."

Medicine is still as much an art
as it is a science.

And yes, sometimes
it can be difficult

to pinpoint a precise
cause of death.

But that doesn't mean
there's any question about

whether the cause was
natural or not.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Dubois,
your point?

My point is, after Dr. Statler
came to work for you,

the number of deaths
you had attributed to

sudden respiratory failure
went from nine a year to 20.

That's just in his first year.

Twenty-- 20 deaths.

And almost all of them
in the oncology ward.

And the year after that,
there were 25.

That's almost three times
the national average.

And-and after that...

What are we doing here?

Who am I talking to?

Am I talking to someone from
the district attorney's office

or a grieving friend?

What does it matter?
I'm asking

if you are here
in an official capacity

or a personal one.

Does the district attorney
even know you're here?

What difference does it make?!

Something is wrong!

You need to begin
an internal investigation.

Statler needs to know

that he's
being watched.

I see.

Based on a morning of looking
at newspaper clippings

and combing through
Internet gossip,

you've decided to come over here

and tell me
how to run my hospital.

Mr. Carlisle...

Mrs. Dubois, I am certain

that in all that research
you did,

you must have ascertained
that Thomas Statler--

the man who saved your life--

is one of the most respected
oncologists in this country.

This is a man who has
dedicated himself

to treating people
others have deemed untreatable.

Patients of means, people who
could afford to go anywhere,

come to this hospital
because he's here.

Because of his reputation,
because of his expertise.

He killed my friend.

I won't listen to this.

He killed
a lot of other people.

I will thank you
to leave my office.

I think you'd

feel differently if somebody
you loved was in his care.

It might interest you to know
that when my wife was diagnosed

with Hodgkin's two years ago,
the only person I would allow

to treat her was
Dr. Thomas Statler.

He kept her alive and
comfortable for months,

longer than other doctors
even suggested she'd survive.

So I hope you believe
me when I tell you

that if you do not cease and
desist with this slandering

of his good name and the
good name of this hospital,

I will marshal
all the resources

of this institution
and take you to court

and make sure that
yu and your dreams...

never defame
anyone again.

(phone ringing)

Hello.

Oh, hey, Drew.

Yeah.

What do you mean
they went another way?

Your e-mail said
that they loved me.

Your e-mail said they were,
they were gonna make an offer.

Hey, Dad.

Hi, Dad.

(sighs):
Okay.

Hi, Dad.
Hi, Dad.

All right, okay.
No, no, no, I'm not...

Hi, Dad.
Hi, hi, hi, hi, sweetie.

Come on.

Sorry, my kids. Yeah.

No, I'm not thrown.

I know it's-it's just
a numbers game.

Yeah, the trick is
to get on out there.

Is everything okay?

Yeah, everything's fine.

I just didn't get that,
uh, job that I was after.

That's so weird.

Willem got his.

What do you mean
"Willem got his"?

Well, I had a dream last night.

Willem was getting

really close to this big job
at NASA, but he was up against

this other astronaut,
this guy Joey.

And the other
astronaut--

Joey?

Are you serious?

What?
That's his name.

The other astronaut
was supposed to get the job,

but Willem knew that his wife
Tess wasn't gonna like that.

So he called his friend Carlo.

Carlo's...
Wait, stop.

I thought Carlo was the guy
who was going over to

see Tess
when Willem wasn't home.

He is, but Willem
doesn't know that.

He and Carlo have been
friends forever.

So, Carlo's
an astronaut, too.

And Willem asked Carlo to call
NASA and tell the people there

that Joey is
a really bad astronaut.

Son of a...

(phone ringing)

What in God's name gives
you the right to judge me?

Dr. Statler.
How dare you suggest

to the man who runs my hospital

that I would do anything
but deliver the finest,

most humane care to my patients.

Dr. Statler, can we talk
about this in private?

Where are you going?

I'm still talking to you!

Don't you dare
walk away from me

while I'm speaking
to you or I...

Or you'll what?

You'll decide
to put me down?

That's what you do,
isn't it?

You decide who gets
to live or die,

you decide who gets care
and who doesn't.

You know, there's
another word for that.

It's "murder."

I think
you murdered my friend.

I think you murdered
a lot of other people.

Really?

Is that how
you call it?

Is that what
you think of it?

Well, then, you've
never been sick.

Not really sick.

Lying in bed watching while
your fortune disappears

and your family withers

because there's no one
there with the intelligence

or the courage to make
the difficult decisions

that need to be made
in such a circumstance;

decisions that
we've consigned to

insurance companies
and hospital boards

and other anonymous groups who
never need to look the patient

or their loved
ones in the eye

and explain why they
would prolong suffering

when there's no
hope of recovery.

You judge me because I'm willing
to do things that others won't?

Because I'm willing
to entertain mercy.

Not murder.

Mercy.

There was nothing merciful
about what you did to my friend.

Your friend was
already dead.

All that was left
for her is to sit

and watch her body decay
while her brain atrophied.

She wasn't ready to die.

That was her decision to make,
not yours.

Sorry. I beg to differ.

She wasn't qualified
to make that decision.

She lacked the intelligence
and the experience.

Unlike you.
Unlike me.

The fact that you
get sick does not mean

you have a full understanding
of what sickness really is.

The sad truth of it is,

is that nowadays,
if you have enough money,

you can keep almost
anyone alive.

But the question
is, can they live?

I asked myself
that question

that night I walked
into your room.

I considered your age,

your health up
until that point,

the amount of time
you'd been flatlining,

and I saved your life.

Hope you're not going to
make me regret that decision.

(water running)

JOE:
You know, I don't begrudge you
your outrage,

but...

just to keep things
in perspective,

it's not like
he's killing anybody

who isn't already
at death's door.

Are you actually defending him?

No, no, no,
absolutely not.

This guy--
he's clearly a sociopath.

I'm just trying to help you
accept the fact

that maybe there's nothing else
that you can do.

I mean, you told me

that this guy somehow manages

to do what he does
without leaving any evidence.

And the hospital clearly
isn't interested in,

you know, looking any harder
into this.

I mean, Statler--

he treated the-the chief
administrator's wife, right?

So I'm supposed to do nothing?

No, I'm not
saying that.

I'm saying
you've already done it.

You know? Maybe you gave him
a good scare today.

Maybe that'll make him
think twice

before he's tempted
to, you know,

be merciful again.

I don't know.
He didn't look scared to me.

I don't think he's the kind of
guy who has scared on his menu.

WOMAN (on radio):
President George W. Bush

is set to give his State of
the Union address this evening,

with insiders speculating
that he'll announce an increase

in troop levels in Afghanistan.

This on the heels of several
I.E.D. roadside bombs...

STATLER:
You wanted

to see me, Jerry?

Yeah.

Come on in.
Close the door, please.

(radio plays quietly
in the background)

Jeanette Gratz
over in ICU

sent me an e-mail today.

It was about you.

It seems that some of
her nurses noticed an
unusually high number

of patients succumbing to
sudden respiratory failure.

Your patients, or patients
you had access to.

What, you're waiting for me

to dignify this malicious gossip
with a response?

I'm not waiting for anything.

I'm obligated, legally,
to investigate any complaint

that calls into question
the death

of anyone under our care.

Part of that obligation...

is to suspend your privileges

while we get to
the bottom of this.

You're suspending me?

I'm the head of Oncology.

How can you suspend me?

It's already done.

As of tomorrow morning,

your surgeries are cancelled,

your recuperating patients
have been assigned

to other doctors in the unit.

If the investigation
turns up nothing,

you'll be immediately
reinstated...

if you choose to stay.

How much debt are you in, Jerry?

Don't make a bad situation
worse, Tom.

How much does a man
in your position make?

Do you pull down a tenth
of what I do?

A twentieth?

I heard you asked Micah Reese

over at Pediatrics
for a loan-- $50,000.

You might want to take note

of where your feet are,
Dr. Statler.

The ice is getting awfully thin.

I was just thinking
what a shame it was

that, uh, my privileges
are null and void

when you and your wife need me
more than ever.

My wife?

What are you talking about?

Well, I seem to remember
that Deborah came in

for treatment last year.

A slight melanoma.

I know this is
a personal question,

but I'm curious:

How much life insurance
do you have on her?

What are you...?!
We all go

to the Christmas parties,
Jerry.

We all know what happens

when Deborah has
one cocktail too many,

three cocktails too many,
five cocktails too many.

We all know that over the years,
she's distinguished herself

with her, uh, willingness
to sleep with any physician

who would pay
for a hotel room.

How dare you.

Now, the thing about
life insurance is...

you have to buy it before

a life-threatening condition
is discovered.

Let's say, if you went out
and bought a rather large policy

on your wife today,

if I were to bring her back
in for further tests,

if I were to find that the
melanoma hadn't recurred,

but that it developed
into something more serious--

lymphoma, perhaps--

well, then
I'd have to recommend

that she be admitted
to the hospital.

And I know that is
a very scary thought.

Especially given the unusually
high rate of mortality

among my patients.

Of course, that's all moot since
I don't have any privileges.

The facts are not
in dispute here.

We have had numerous fatalities
in the oncology ward.

But it is, after all,
an oncology ward.

These are some of
the sickest patients

in the entire
hospital population.

The survivability rate is the
lowest of any single ward

in the hospital.
This is expected.

And while the number of deaths

from respiratory failure are
statistically improbable,

they're certainly
not impossible.

They're certainly
not unprecedented.

Mr. District Attorney,
I promise you,

I've been through
all of this

since your colleague
came to see me.

And I am convinced
what we're looking at

is a statistical anomaly.

Not the result of some
sort of killing spree

by a sociopathic physician.

I'm sorry, there just isn't
any indication

that Dr. Statler's
been indulging

in the kind of behavior Mrs.
Dubois keeps accusing him of.

I appreciate your candor,
Mr. Carlisle,

but I didn't ask you
down here today

to discuss Dr. Statler's
involvement

in this rash of deaths.

You didn't?

Then what am I doing here?

To discuss your involvement.

My involvement?

That's right.

Before her death,
your wife Deborah...

was being treated by
Dr. Statler, wasn't she?

Yes.

Where are we
going with this?

Well, I'd just like to know why
you referred her to Dr. Statler,

even though a source tells me
that you received a number

of e-mails from hospital staff
laying out their suspicions

about his practices,
in great detail.

You're talking
about hospital gossip.

Dr. Statler's the best
oncologist in this state.

Even though you were very busy
transferring everyone

who complained about the
good doctor to other hospitals,

you still found time to purchase
a few life insurance policies

on your wife before she went
to go see Statler.

It's almost as if you knew
that he was going to tell her

that the melanoma was back.

That she'd require surgery.

And that she wouldn't
be coming home.

Do you think I
murdered my wife?

I hope you've got more than
nurses' chatter to back that up.

That's a warrant

allowing us to seize
your computer.

My people are quite good

at finding deleted files
and e-mails.

Once we're able to prove
that you were aware

of the hospital staff's
suspicions of his practices,

and that you still put
your wife into his care,

well, at that point,
I'll be ready

to take my chances in court.

Or perhaps you would like
to take care of this today.

Agree to testify
against Statler.

If you're willing
to tell us everything

about the deal
the two of you struck,

then I'm willing
to make a deal with you.

But you should know,
this is a limited-time offer.

Once we find what
I think we're going to
find in that computer,

then my willingness
to bargain goes away.

Should take us about a day

to get through those files,
Mr. Carlisle.

So, please...
give it some thought.

(phone ringing)

Wow!

Nice window.

Thanks.

Uh, sorry for
beating you out for the job.

So, uh, wh-wh-what are you
doing down here?

Well, I was just
running some errands

in the neighborhood.

I thought
I'd say congratulations.

Thanks.

Just one quick
question before I go.

Um, do you know a guy
named Carlo Carcetti?

He works for my old firm,
Aerodytech.

Yeah, sure.

Carlo and I went to graduate
school together. Why?

Well, you know, it's weird.

I never met the guy.

He started at Aerodytech a
couple weeks before I left,

but I hear that he called
this place and told them

that I botched a big project.

Really?

That's what I hear.

That-That would be a really
low thing for someone to do.

You'd have to be willing to give
up every principle you ever had.

I mean, you'd have
to be desperate.

Out of work for so long,
you almost can't remember

what it's like to have a job.

So broke your, uh,
marriage is falling apart.

Right.

Uh, look, are you going
to make a thing out of this?

'Cause I'm not going
to just quit.

I really need this.

Frankly, I need this more
than I need to be able

to look at myself
in the mirror.

Hey, hey. Relax.

I hear they're
paying you squat.

And I hear that this place is
going to go out of business

in a year, if they don't get
bridge funding.

So... it's okay.
Job's yours.

So, what do you want?

Why did you come down here?

Believe it or not, I came
here to give you a heads up.

You might want to
have a conversation

with Carlo about his, uh,
friendship with your wife.

I think that Carlo might
have his own reasons

for wanting you out of
the house five days a week.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you're going to have to
figure that out by yourself,

'cause I got to go
look for a job.

(dog barking
in distance)

Hey!

Hey.

Whatcha doin'?

Cleaning out
the garage.

I'm still officially
looking for work,

officially unemployed,

and cleaning out
the garage is

what the officially
unemployed do.

So, I'm doing it.

Oh, you're going to get
another interview.

You'll get a job.

I know.

You know that from Bridgette?

No, no, no.

My headhunter called.

He, uh, just wanted
to reassure me

that he's out
hunting heads.

Well, it may be the
light in here,

but you actually look
kinda happy.

I am.
I am happy, Joe.

The guy who runs the hospital is

going to come in tomorrow
to give a statement.

He's going to bring
his lawyer in.

So, Devalos thinks that means

that he's ready to cut a deal.

I hear the police
came by today.

Tom.

I didn't know

you were covering
the night shift tonight.

I switched with Pinero.

So, it's true.

They confiscated your computer.

Yeah.

They were asking all
kinds of questions.

They've got nothing, though.

Just a bunch
of theories.

Of course they've got nothing.

There's no evidence
of any crime.

Frankly, the only thing that can
compromise me... is you.

Relax.

I didn't tell them anything.

Not in my best interests,
either.

You know how I do it, Jerry?

How I make it seem like
it's God's work

when one of my patients
passes on?

Potassium.

Simple as that.
Potassium.

Now, potassium levels are
almost always elevated

after death, anyway.

And if you get the dosage right,

no one will suspect
foul play.

They'll just assume
it's some sort of...

BOTH:
Sudden respiratory failure.

But in your case,
I think they'll go

for heart attack.

See, it presents itself
differently

when ingested
instead of injected.

Sometimes there's vomiting.

Sometimes chest pains.

(coughing, heaving)

(groans)

Those are probably the
first palpitations.

They're painful, but they
won't last very long.

(groans)

(groaning)

(gagging)

(gasping)

Time of death.

12:14.

Mrs. Dubois.
What are you doing here?

I know what you did
to that man.

Oh, maybe you do.

Maybe you don't.

Doesn't matter.

All those things
You can't prove anything.

that you said about mercy,
and principles--

it's all a bunch of garbage.

It's all a bunch of crap.

You're exactly
what I said you were.

You're a murderer.

Don't confuse the means
with the end.

Jerry Carlisle threatened
my career.

I had to make a judgment call.

The life and career
of a dedicated doctor

is worth more than the life and
career of cuckold bureaucrat.

Now, I'm fully aware of how
arrogant that sounds.

Doesn't make it
any less true.

You don't actually think
I'm going to allow you

to continue killing people,
do you?

I am going to find a way
to prove what you're doing.

I'm sure you'll try.

But, uh, if you want
to keep an eye on me,

you're going have to move
to Georgia.

See, there's a hospital
in Atlanta

that's been trying to
steal me for years.

I finally accepted their latest
offer this afternoon.

I don't know, it just feels
like it's time to move on.

Don't you think?

You know, that night
we first crossed paths--

that night I treated you--

I had no idea what a unique
talent I was preserving.

In spite of everything
that's happened,

I'm glad I saved your life,
Mrs. Dubois.

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