All language subtitles for 01x06_Flat.Line_Instinct

My name is Dylan Reinhart.
Not too long ago,

I was an operative in the CIA
known as Agent Reinhart.

When I left the Agency
and started teaching,

I became Professor Reinhart.

I wrote a book about abnormal behavior

and criminals, which was so successful

a serial killer used it
as clues for his murders.

That's when the
New York Police Department

reached out to me to help catch him.

Which I did, so they hired me,

and I became Consultant Reinhart.

So now I'm working with this woman,

Detective Lizzie Needham

of the homicide division,
catching killers.

Looks like I need a new name.

Don't they call you Professor Psychopath?

Officer, our murder suspect
is Theodore Burton.

Last seen leaving the residence
of his mortgage broker,

who he stabbed and killed.
He's armed and dangerous.

Let's get this out to

all units working.

Hey, go to 47 Wall Street...
Potter & Marley.

Theo has an appointment there
in 15 minutes.

85 me two units
to Potter & Marley Investments

for arrest assistance.

The suspect has one victim

and may be on his way to kill again.

Here. My dupe shield.

- Dupe shield?
- Duplicate.

A place like this won't let
you in without a badge,

and we don't have time to explain.

Theo?

- Theo?
- No. No!

Wait. Hey, hey. Okay,
everybody, please stay calm.

Stay seated. Let us handle this.

I'll go talk to him.

No, you won't. You're gonna wait

for the hostage negotiators to get here.

Okay. Dylan.

- Wait.
- Theo.

- Dylan.
- My name is Dylan. I'm not a cop.

I-I just want to talk to you.

I want to hear your side of the story.

You want to talk?

Yeah.

Talk to these con men.

Oh, they're your best buddy

when you're writing a check.

Yeah, all these great stocks they got.

And then they rob you blind!

You trusted them?

But it's their system.

They control it.

I manage a grocery store.

Well, you gotta be smart with your money.

Yeah.

I invested 12% a month
every month for 15 years.

It's gone.

All of it.

This company stole my nest egg.

They took everything.

Just isn't fair.

I get it.

There's nothing I can do about it.

They make their money off your hard work.

The world just isn't set up
to protect the little guy.

No,

tell those cops not to arrest me.

No, no. They should arrest these thieves.

They-they should arrest
the whole entire company!

Theo, look at me.
Keep your eyes on me. Theo!

I have a family.

I-I can't go to jail.

I won't!

I-I won't, I won't!

Ow! My leg! Aah! My leg!

Ow. My leg. Ow.

Oh, I can practically see
the germs floating around us.

If you're not sick when you get here,

you will be when you leave.

Hospitals are the worst.

Except for the whole
"healing people" thing.

There is that. When I get home,
I'm going to bathe

- in hand sanitizer.
- Excuse me, sir.

Police. She's with me.

I'm the police. I just said that.

- Don't ever do that again.
- Or what... you'll arrest me?

When I ask you to wait for the
hostage negotiators, you wait.

Theo was there because he felt
he had no control.

The banks had lost his money,
and he had no recourse.

He was pushed into crisis.

The-the tension in his voice, the...

the impulsive twitching of his body.

We couldn't wait for the negotiators.

He needed to feel listened to.

- Hey.
- Hey.

He's on a morphine drip for pain,

and we just hung antibiotics.

How soon will I get out of here?

Not up to me.

Don't let them anywhere near me.

- Calm down.
- You try and clock me one more time,

I will give you something to cry about.

Don't make me talk to the police!

You didn't want to talk to the cops,

shouldn't have been playing with knives.

Ah, the miracle of modern medicine.

The miracle of lorazepam, you mean.

Two milligrams is like
a wrench to the head.

I feel bad for that guy.

He was taken advantage of.

Doesn't give him the right to kill.

Are you okay? You look off.

Well, I just...
I'm not good with hospitals.

Oh, Nurse Albany? Hi.

I'm... Give me a sec.

We're police. We need an update

on Theo Burton's condition, please.

Knife wound to the leg.

Hemodynamically stable.

He'll be fine.

You have a lovely bedside manner.

When can we talk to him?

After his CT angio.

I told you, your wife
has been discharged.

You can't send her
to the nursing home like this.

- Get her shoes on.
- She could get septic again,

and we'll be back here tomorrow.

She got her antibiotics. She'll be fine.

Move the meat, right?

Because that's all
sick people are to you?

You keep discharging her too early.

How about a little compassion?

Here's your compassion.

Leave on your own, or I call security.

Nurses on TV are so much nicer.

Nurses on TV aren't real.

Oh, I didn't know dogs
were allowed in the E.R.

No dogs!

I need this E.R. to remain sanitary.

I need Conan for my anxiety.

See a shrink, and get the dog out!

Blue team to E.R.

Blue team to E.R.

This patient's gonna arrest!

Bring a crash cart!

Get a doctor in here!

- Respiration's shallow.
- That's Theo.

He's bradying down. BP's dropping.

Someone get me an amp of atropine now.

- Doctor, he's in v-fib.
- Call a code!

Code blue in the E.R.

Code Blue in Emergency.

The nurse said he was fine.

Then why does it look
like they're losing him?

I thought this patient was stable.

- He was.
- Charging. Clear!

- This makes no sense.
- Shock again.

Charging.

Clear.

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So, let me get this straight:
Your perp was

stable one minute, then dead
the next... just like that?

- Yeah. The doctor was flummoxed.
- Flummoxed?

Poleaxed.

He thinks it might have been

an undetected vascular compromise, but...

He was fishing for answers.

The hospital is scheduling a
quality review of the case.

Yeah, don't hold your breath.

They've got more red tape than we do.

Needham, Doc, don't shoot the messenger,

but you got a CUPI.

- A CUPI?
- That's not contagious, is it?

Circumstances undetermined
pending investigation.

A CUPI's a case that keeps on kicking

even after death.

It is worse than contagious.

Someone called the tip line
about your man Theo Burton.

"Your suspect is not the first person

that Crosstown Hospital m... murdered ""

Murdering patients? Really?

That's quite an accusation.

Theodore Burton was stable when
he died in your E.R. yesterday.

Detectives, it's a hospital.

Sometimes people die.

Sometimes people live. Look, I get it.

We just have to follow
up on these things.

- It's procedure.
- Well, an unexpected death

hardly indicates criminality.

The majority of
the patient deaths that occur

in Crosstown General's E.R. are among

the critically injured, ill, or DOA.

We are not talking about
the majority of deaths.

We're talking about people who die

in unexpected or unusual circumstances.

As a hospital administrator,
maybe you can help us out

with a list of patients
who have recently died.

Patient privacy laws won't allow that.

So I'll get a subpoena, come back,

and then you'll give me a list?

Can we streamline that process?

Not without a warrant, we can't.

Sorry. I just heard about this meeting.

These folks are from the precinct.

This is Dr. James Walters,

a very busy E.R. physician.

I'm also the chief quality officer

for the Emergency Department,
so if you have any concerns

about irregularities, I'm never too busy

to answer questions.

So, there have been irregularities?

Not at all.

There is one E.R. nurse

currently under administrative review.

Not for any malfeasance, of course.

Nurse Albany has our full support.

She's a top-notch caregiver...

I'm sorry, Detectives.

My legal department won't allow

such disclosures.

Uh, please...

strike that nurse's name
from your record.

Gentlemen, I trust that
you will send our perp

Theo Burton's body to
the M.E. for an autopsy.

That was her name... Nurse Albany.

The same nurse who was looking
after Theo before he died.

So Reilly's suspicious of her,

and that's why he's put her on review,

or he's covering something up.

The man is clearly a snake in a suit.

Okay, so even if he is a reptile,

he still can't give us
names without a subpoena.

But while we wait for that subpoena,

more patients could die.

We've gotta keep digging.

I know that following the rules

is a tough concept for you,

but we have certain
protocols and procedures,

and they're there for a reason.

Rules can influence behavior,

but behavior can also influence rules.

I'm not talking about behavior and rules.

I'm talking about the law.

I'm gonna call in for a subpoena.

And your digging... keep it legal.

Don't tell me.

You need intel, and the
NYPD's slowing you down.

This is why I left the CIA.

Because your mind works
a million miles a minute

and everyone else's moves
like they're running underwater?

No, I left because I couldn't stand

working in an institution.

You do realize the NYPD
is an institution, don't you?

Thank you for enlightening me.

And I'm a consultant, so...

You've never liked authority.

While you've been a big fan?

We're not with the Company anymore.

We're free to work how we want.

Think of the fun we could have.

There have been some unusual deaths

in the E.R.
at Crosstown General Hospital.

I have been digging around
but found next to nothing.

I need to know
what they're not telling us.

Maybe they're telling the truth.

Oh, yeah, because big corporations

just love to share the truth.

The hospital has an impressive firewall.

I'm going to need some time.

Try the New York Ledger.

I read a tiny article
about irregularities

at Crosstown General, but the article

didn't have a byline.

The Ledger's mainframe has
a private file with all kinds

of info on the poor care
at Crosstown's E.R.

But none of the articles
have been published.

The info is in the file of one reporter.

Rebecca Dunmar.

I mostly cover new tech releases.

My editor says, before he can put me

on any investigative work,
he needs a slam dunk.

There's been a 20% uptick in E.R. deaths

over the last year, and yet he'll say,

"Oh, no, Becca, that
still isn't a story""

The hospital's a major advertiser,

so my editor is probably afraid

to give Crosstown any bad publicity.

But let me tell you,

Crosstown General's staff
is careless and incompetent.

Till the story gets out there,
the killing's not going to stop.

You weren't the caller who left
the anonymous tip, were you?

No. My job is to report the news,

not to make it happen.

If you want to talk to any of my sources,

I'd be happy to give you a few names.

- That would be helpful.
- Yeah, um...

try the Taylors... Derek and Vanessa.

Their story will break your heart.

They didn't just rob Vanessa of her life.

They destroyed Derek's, too.

Vanessa didn't actually die,

but Crosstown certainly
caused her suffering.

She went to the E.R.
with heart palpitations,

and the doctor sent her away
with anxiety medication.

She had hypothyroidism, not anxiety,

and now it's just tragic.

Hey, Needham, looks
like you have a visitor.

Pete the Stalker,
look at you all cleaned up.

You look nice.

Thank you.

Actually, turns out

I'm not a stalker.

Um...

I never intended to scare Maggie.

Okay.

So, what brings you in?

Well, my boss fired me after the, uh,

incident.

But Linda, the police
psychologist you recommended,

thinks that I am rehabilitated.

In fact, she wrote
a letter of recommendation

to help me get a job.

Good for you, Pete.

She also thought it might be helpful

if you would sign it.

You want me to help you find a job?

Great. Thank you.

♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪

♪ Wake unto me ♪

♪ Starlight and dewdrops ♪

♪ Are waiting for thee ♪

♪ Sounds of the rude world ♪

♪ Heard in the day ♪

♪ Lulled by the moonlight ♪

♪ Have all passed away. ♪

You sound beautiful.

Your wife had a left-brain stroke.

11 months ago.

How'd you know?

Music and memorized lyrics

live in a region of the brain
undamaged by aphasia.

That's why your wife

can't talk to you but can still sing.

I'm Dylan Reinhart from the NYPD.

I was hoping to ask you

a few questions about Crosstown General.

If you're here to talk
about that hospital,

ask as many questions as you want.

A year ago, me and Vanessa were training

to run the New York Marathon.

Now I'm pushing my wife in a wheelchair,

and she's living in a nursing home.

Dr. Walters misdiagnosed her.

The hospital has a team of
lawyers covering everything up.

Then why do you keep going back there?

I don't have a choice.

We don't have great health insurance.

Before Vanessa got sick,

the two of us were gonna launch
an online startup.

Now... I just make ends meet
as best I can.

Maybe I should be grateful.

At least Vanessa didn't die
like the others.

I think someone at Crosstown

is purposely killing patients.

♪ Yeah ♪

♪ Oh, I'm walking my own line... ♪

I'm a little scared

for whoever's pissing you off.

He must be a jerk.

"He" is my job, and I like it.

But yeah, it's been rough.

Uh, I'm Jeff.

- Hi, Jeff.
- Hi.

I'm working out.

Uh, give me two minutes?

I'm on lunch, so you have
45 seconds before my next round.

Yeah, I was hoping to
talk you out of that.

What?

Well, I'm a personal trainer.

Those burpees that you're doing

are killer on your knees and lower back.

Even if your form is perfect.

Here.

And what am I supposed
to do with these, Jeff?

We're gonna do an overhead
tricep extension.

All right? May I?

Okay, so you're gonna start
with your arms over your head.

You're gonna bend at the elbows,
keeping your shoulders still.

Like this?

Oh, my God.

Oh, my God. Are you okay?

I'm good, I'm good.

It's okay. I'm good.

Well, what can I do?

Oh, God. Uh, well, I was gonna...

I was gonna ask you
for your phone number.

Kind of hard to say no to me now, huh?

Yeah... yeah, it is. Uh...

Uh...

Oh, no.

God, I'm sorry. It's okay.

Elizabeth Needham.

Detective.

Does the NYPD let you carry a gun?

You're practically a deadly
weapon all on your own.

You find anything?

Uh, I shouldn't work out during lunch.

- What happened?
- Ugh.

I met a guy and gave him a bloody nose.

- He asked me out.
- Of course he did.

He's a trainer.

Ah, I'll give you the story later.

I filed the subpoena.

Waiting to hear back.

You get anything?

As a matter of fact, I did.

I think Crosstown Hospital
has an angel of death.

An angel of death? Really?

Derek says he feels someone

in the E.R. is trying to kill patients.

And you think it's Nurse Albany?

Well, we saw the way she treated people.

And she transferred from Oregon
a year ago.

Right before the uptick
in patients dying.

Yes.

How'd you find that out so quickly?

Oh, never mind. I don't want to know.

Oregon is a right-to-die state.

You do realize that Death with Dignity

- is not the same as murder?
- I do.

But if our killer's M.O.
is poison by administering

either too much
or too little medication...

Don't get ahead of yourself
with the poison theory.

We're still waiting on the
tox results to confirm C.O.D.

Lizzie, remember, I need you

to get those after-action reports.

On it, on it.

Okay, tell me your theories...
the credible ones...

while I go through these reports.

Well, it may be
that our angel of death...

Possible angel of death.

...isn't motivated by a moral compass.

They don't have any mercy.

They want to kill rather than care for

annoying or demanding patients.

It's also may be
that these patients' deaths

were tragic medical misfortunes.

When someone dies unexpectedly
in a hospital,

people want someone to blame.

They can't blame God or fate, so...

they blame their nurse or doctor.

You're being very protective
of the hospital institution.

The hospital institution saves lives.

Okay, I'm not an expert
in human behavior, but...

something's eating at you.

I know that you hate hospitals,

but this seems personal.

Okay, we don't have to talk about it.

When I was in sixth grade,
my mom was in a cancer ward.

I'd go visit her after school.

Sixth grade? I'm so sorry.

I remember one of my mom's caregivers,

Janet...

she was giving Mom a bath

after one of her surgeries, and...

the washcloth turned orange
with all the iodine, and...

Janet said that Mom looked
like an orange Oompa Loompa.

And my mom couldn't stop laughing

even though it hurt
because of all the stitches.

I spent way too much time

in hospitals when I was a kid, so yes,

I do... I hate them.

But Janet was kind.

I never would have wanted Albany
to take care of my mom.

Okay. We'll look at everybody
in the hospital,

starting with Nurse Albany.

- Elizabeth Needham?
- Uh-huh.

I have something for you.

You've just been served.

The trainer I met in the park...

he's suing me for personal injury.

- What?
- He says I intentionally hurt him.

But he approached me.

He wants compensatory
and punitive damages?

Look, don't worry. Uh, talk to Andy.

Your husband owns a bar.
You think I need a drink?

Well, it wouldn't hurt.

But Andy used to work
for a fancy law firm.

I bet he can help.

Tox report came back.

Theo died of a morphine overdose.

Nurse Albany is the one who hooked him up

to that morphine drip.

And she's on administrative review.

You may be right.

And if Albany is the angel of death,

the killing isn't gonna stop.

There's Dr. Walters.

They're working together?

Come on.

Oh, boy.

I hope you're both going to
scrub thoroughly after this.

So, what, you gonna
arrest us for a quickie?

What do you know about the
unexplained deaths in the E.R.?

Hannah, tell them what you think.

There is a problem at Crosstown General,

and it isn't with the staff.

It's with the administrator.

The only thing admin cares about
is their financial bottom line.

That is what's killing patients.

- Meaning what?
- I'm doing the work of four nurses.

Unless a patient has
top-tier health insurance,

I'm barely allowed to spend
three minutes with them.

Reilly is on my butt, saying,
"Treat 'em and street 'em."

Reilly's the administrator.

He wants us to turn over
the beds as fast as possible.

I have complained a lot.

Which is the real reason he put her

on administrative review.

Reilly's trying to shut you up?

What exactly did you complain about?

For starters, the I.V. pumps
keep malfunctioning.

They go down, and no one
can tell how or why.

Why did that service dog

start barking?

Code blue in the E.R.

Code blue in Emergency.

The I.V. pumps you
complained to Reilly about...

was Theo Burton hooked up to one of them?

Yeah.

It got sent to the
machine room to be fixed.

If you wait two weeks,
it'll be back on the floor.

- I'd like to see one now.
- Good luck.

Everything's locked up down there.

They don't want anyone
getting near that stuff.

Why not?

Your suspect is not the first person

that Crosstown Hospital murdered.

Nurse Albany, are you the one who called

and tipped us off?

"Your suspect is not the first person

Crosstown Hospital has murdered ""

Those were almost identical

to the words the whistle-blower used.

I don't think that's a coincidence.

I tried to get
the administration to change,

but they won't.

Me? I'm powerless.

I was hoping you might
do the right thing.

Okay. Thank you.

You can go.

So, what do you want to do?

We're not breaking into the machine room.

No.

No, we're not.

Andy, I don't get it.

How could this guy, Jeff,

who was flirting with me,
turn around and sue me?

I gave up trying to understand
why people do things.

Dylan's the psychologist.

That's his sweet spot.

I'm only an attorney.

You two definitely are one of
those opposites-attract couples.

That's true, though I'm not sure
anyone is really like Dylan.

Andy, this guy, Jeff, totally tricked me.

I promise everything's
gonna be okay, all right?

Take a breath.

Tell me what happened.

He was standing behind me, and I...

I guess I hit him with a dumbbell.

I didn't know that...

How'd you know he was behind you?

Because I could feel him
breathing down my neck.

So you were annoyed at him.

Maybe that's why
you intentionally hit him.

I didn't intentionally hit him.
I told you, I...

- Seems you have a temper.
- I don't have a temper.

- I...
- You sure?

You're testing me.

This is a "he said, she said" case,

which means it's all about
likability here, all right?

There's no witnesses, so your...

your tone is gonna be vitally important.

So, the fact that I'm telling
the truth and he's lying...

Come on, you know how it is.

The system is built in such a way

that the truth doesn't always win out.

I'll look into it for you.

Thank you, Detective.

Between the cold and the stench,

you owe me double for this.

So, what exactly am I doing here?

Right before Theo Burton O.D.'d,

a Chihuahua barked at an I.V. pump.

And dogs can hear things
that humans can't.

- Mm-hmm.
- So, why did the little dog bark?

Well, that's what I hope

you're going to help me figure out.

Yo, step off, man.

I am stepping off. Many apologies.

The place where old machines
and fresh evidence go to die.

These I.V. pumps aren't connected

to the Internet or Wi-Fi,

so what are you...?

Your killer reversed the
polarity of the magnet

inside that pump's speaker.

What, turning it into a device

that listens for sound
instead of creating it?

Yes, and that machine was hacked.

They used sound to reprogram a pump?

The killer used
an inaudible sound frequency

to deliver the malware.

How?

My guess is something
as simple as a cell phone

was used to trigger the attacks,

enabling whoever did this to work

on the fly, unnoticed.

And make them more difficult to find.

So, could we bait the hacker,

draw them out?

We can try.

I'll ping the malware server
and send a message.

Compliment the sophistication
of their code

and propose a partnership.

Someone is transforming medical devices

into murder weapons.

The malware attacked
the I.V. machine's pump,

causing it to dump huge amounts of drugs

into those poor patients' systems.

So a tech genius is our angel of death?

Didn't you say that Derek...

Was in the process of launching

an online startup when Vanessa got sick.

So yes, he has the computer know-how.

Certainly has the motive.

He did show signs
of depression and stifled rage.

But if he were caught,

there'd be no one to
take care of Vanessa.

- He seemed incredibly devoted.
- Mmm.

A list of recent deaths
at Crosstown E.R.,

along with patient background info.

Where'd you get this?

Don't ask.

So, apart from
being killed by an I.V. pump,

did these patients
have anything else in common?

Almost all of them had inadequate

or no health insurance.

That fits with what I dug up on Reilly.

Crosstown's administration
has their bonuses tied

to the hospital's stock price.

Mmm, a good incentive
to keep earnings high.

Which would make him keep
patients' deaths quiet.

Do you really think Reilly

would intentionally murder patients?

He's a businessman.

That is bad business.

Mmm.

I'm setting up a rendezvous

with the hacker,
letting 'em know there are

other hospitals that need
to be brought to justice

for mistreating patients.

I'll be in your ear.

Remember, it's not enough for the hacker

to admit to designing the malware.

- He has to...
- We need a confession that the malware

was intentionally used to kill. I know.

How's the level?

Hey, Needham.

Knock 'em dead.

Hopefully, it won't come to that.

_

_

_

Someone's approaching.

It's Becca.

Becca? This is the tech reporter I met.

I used to be a Web programmer.

Ask her if she works with a group

or if she scripts malware on her own.

Do you work with a group

or script malware on your own?

I work alone.

You said you had a proposition for me?

Your malware's genius.

I'm interested in teaming up.

Offer her money.

I would make it worth your while,

monetarily speaking.

This isn't about the money.

If I were to use malware
to attack Crosstown General

or any other hospital like it,
I wouldn't do it for money.

I'd do it to expose their greed.

I'd bring them all down.

What made you get involved in this cause?

Why are you really here?

Make it personal.

You're onto me.

Actually, this is personal.

Tell her you watched your mom
die in an E.R.

I watched my mom die in an E.R.

The doctor took me to an empty room

and told me there was nothing more

that he could do to help her.

But the real reason was because
my mom wasn't a priority.

But the real reason was
that my mom wasn't a priority.

He practically wanted her to die.

He practically wanted her to die.

Who did?

Dad.

The doctor.

Tell her you didn't want
to give up on your mom.

I never wanted to give up on her,

but the doctor was too busy to care.

I hate hospitals.

We trust them to take care of us,

but what are we supposed to do

when they kill our loved
ones and cover it up?

If you and I were to team up...

We could really do something.

Come on, Becca.

Confess.

Okay, let's do it.

Big attack.

We could take down every
corrupt hospital in Manhattan.

Meet me here at noon tomorrow.

So, this is personal for you, too?

For me?

No.

For me, it's political.

Okay, let's bring the lieutenant
up to speed

and get a team in place for tomorrow.

Tell her we'll need
a few undercovers as well.

She's lying. We should bring her in.

She didn't confess,

but she implicated herself.

Dylan, we can't cuff Becca
with just this.

No, she's lying about this being
political and not personal.

There's something else going on.

"Wedding announcement."

Becca was in the process
of planning a wedding.

She wore an engagement ring.

I think Becca's fiancé might be

on this list of patients
who died in the E.R.

Let me see if I can find out
who she was engaged to.

If this is personal for Becca...

And she knows we're onto her,

she may go straight to the hospital

to get revenge on the people
who killed her fiancé.

Her fiancé died.

At Crosstown.

We gotta get to the hospital now.

Don't move.

- Police. Police.
- Everyone, give this woman space.

- Becca...
- Leave me alone.

I know what happened to your fiancé.

This hospital took Carl from you.

He should never have died in this E.R.

You don't get it.

Carl was everything.

And now it feels like half
of you is missing.

I get it.

I lost the love of my life, too.

After he died, I...

I couldn't function.

Then, one day, I stopped crying.

I got angry.

You wanted justice.

I'm not a killer.

They made me this way.

It's their fault.

This hospital killed him!

- And they will be punished.
- No.

They're too big. They're too powerful.

They'll get away with it.

What if they don't?

Becca, I know this hospital misdiagnosed

your fiancé's illness

and Vanessa's illness.

And I have proof
they tried to cover it up.

How?

Institutions are very powerful,

but they're also very bureaucratic.

They keep records of everything.

I tried to get those records.

I sued to get those records.

I used other means.

You will pay a heavy price,
but you will have your justice.

It's okay.

It's okay.

Come here. It's okay.

The hospital has already begun

the paperwork for settling your case.

With the money, I'll be able to get

much better care for Vanessa.

And there's some new
research on the effects

of music therapy for stroke survivors.

Under a neurologist's supervision

and with proper rehab,

Vanessa could show signs of improvement.

Thank you.

Of course.

You two closed that case quickly.

Good work.

I'm turning my case folder over

to the attorney general.

Crosstown Hospital's being investigated.

Can I ask who gave you the proof

about Vanessa's misdiagnosis
and Becca's fiancé?

Yes, you can ask.

Mmm.

Too bad Becca made all the wrong choices.

You feel bad for her.

I do.

Oh, Detective, you did forget

to put one thing in the report.

I did? I don't think so.

Yeah, you forgot to report your overtime.

According to hospital records,

you signed in around midnight,

I assume to get to one
of the compromised machines?

Right.

Give me back my dupe shield now.

I really need a badge.

- You can get a badge.
- I can?

- Yeah.
- When?

Right after you graduate
from the police academy.

You're a public servant,

so we don't want to drag you to court.

So my client is willing
to settle this case

right here today for,
say, a hundred thousand.

A hundred thousand dollars?

For bruising your ego?

I don't have a hundred thousand dollars.

Here's what I'm gonna do.

I'm gonna set you up on
a nice payment plan.

Forgive my tardiness,
gentlemen, Ms. Needham.

I'm coming from a board meeting downtown.

- That's your firm?
- Uh-huh.

Voted one of the Top Ten

Most Prestigious Law Firms in America.

- Yeah, I read about that.
- Okay, look.

Uh, I have to be at an
event in 30 minutes,

so I'm gonna need to keep this brief.

Your client, Jeff Johnson, has obscenely

exaggerated his injuries.

And, Mr. Traub, your naked grab

for excessive monetary damages

has so upset my client
and personal friend

that I have decided to countersue

on Ms. Needham's behalf.

- They dropped the lawsuit.
- Yay!

Turns out Jeff has done
this a dozen times before.

It's a scam he's got down cold.

Also happens to be
Traub's brother-in-law.

Oh, so they're keeping it in the family.

Well, well done.

Also, you look mighty fine
in that suit, sir.

Ugh, forgot how much
I hate putting these on.

I was lucky to have you, Andy.

If you hadn't been there,
Traub would've buried me.

Thank you.

Just glad my law degree
came in handy for someone.

Vanessa and Derek had no one
to stand up for them.

- Neither did Becca.
- No.

Fighting a losing battle
against a Goliath

just pushed her over the edge.

Those Goliaths can be vicious.

They certainly can.

You just gotta find a bigger Goliath.

Is this what you guys
talk about when you're

alone together all day... Goliaths?

'Cause I've had my
moments of being jealous

in the past, but not so much anymore.

I told you, police work is boring.

Oh, yeah, especially since
I've been working with Dylan.

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