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In the criminal justice system,

the people are represented

by two separate
yet equally important groups:

the police,
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys,
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

I can't believe it.

I told you about Melissa
leaving the chorus
of Hairspray?

Mm-hmm.
They gave it to Lilith
"the bitch" Miller.

That girl can't
carry my tap shoes.

You'll get
the next part.

I killed in my audition,
but they said I was too old.

She's six months
older than me,

but I didn't sleep
with the choreographer.

Back in Minnesota,
you'd be locked up

for staring like that.

Well, in New York, I get a
dental plan and a pension.

Forget about her.
She's not your type.

What type is that?

The type that can
afford to shop here.

Did you see that?

Miss.

She's probably scared
out of her mind.

I know you can
hear me, Miss.

At least she
can't go anywhere.

Miss, we're coming in.

Oh, my God.

No one,

absolutely no one from
the store touched her,

that I can
swear to you.
That's good.

Our lawyer told me
to tell you

we have surveillance
cameras running 24-7.

That's good, too.
Let me ask you something--

you call your lawyer
first, or us?

Are you implying
something?

All right, I'll take a look
at that surveillance tape.

I'm duping one
as we speak.

You can see
for yourself.

You know, we actually
pay attention

to our security
monitors now.

Thank you, Winona.

Excuse me?

She was trying
to rip us off.

Let me know if there's
anything else we can do.

Hey, man, it's nice
of you to show up.

I'm tired, hungry,
and cranky.

Mom forgot to pack
my morning snack.

Anyway, customer fell,

hit her head on
the corner of a stool-- DOA.

Sounds like a civil
suit waiting to happen.

The store's already
circling the wagons.

Detectives...
this was under the body.

Diabetes?

This is not
an insulin syringe.

Well, we have I.D.

Nadia Parkova-- model.

Likes martial arts, dancing,
and horseback riding.

So do I.

You know, Ed,
I've heard about this,

but I never thought it could
actually happen.

What's that?

She shopped till she dropped.

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e?

It sounds like she's
not supposed to.

It was filled with Deverol.

Mmm, the Cadillac
of painkillers.

When I had my appendix out,
they gave me that.

I liked it.
Don't we all--

that's probably why you can't
get it outside of a hospital.

Let me tell you,
this girl needed

all the painkillers
she could get.

Hairline clavicle fracture,

three broken ribs.

All that from the fall
in the store?

No. Ribs look a couple
of months old;

already starting to set.

Clavicle, six months to a year.

Full-contact modeling:

there's a pay-per-view special
I'd ante up for.

Besides Deverol,

preliminary tox screen

showed traces of Valium
and Halcyon.

So, what was
the cause of death?

Coronary arrest.

She was dead before
she hit the ground.

So, it's not a homicide,

and we can catch an early lunch.

Uh, sorry, but I'm not
going to check

the "natural causes" box
just yet.

There was blood pooled
in her kidneys and stomach.

The stomach bone's connected
to the heart bone?

Look, the pounding
I think this girl took?

It couldn't be good
for her heart.

I got more blood work to run.
I'll let you know.

What did your
father say?

I'm sorry. This...
how could we dream

this nightmare
for her in States.

Pappa loved Nadia
very much.

I'm sure he did, Lena.

Did Nadia live with you

and your parents?

Yes. We're very a close family.

Uh, did you know that your
sister had broken ribs?

Oh, it was terrible accident.

She fall down stairs.

But not serious.

She was going
to be great model,

make lots of money.

It is so hard

for Pappa to get work
in this country.

So, she was helping
him out?

Yes.

Did Nadia
have a boyfriend?

No.

What did she do when
she wasn't working?

Nothing.

If Nadia's heart died,
why so many questions?

Her heart attack

may have been the result
of other injuries.

Maybe somebody hit her.

No. Talk to hospital doctor.

He tell you Nadia
have accident.

Sure, Nadia, I remember her.

Never forget
a pretty face, huh?

Especially when it comes
with three fractured ribs.

Do you remember
how she got them?

Oh, language thing.
Something about stairs.

But you didn't
believe it?

You don't get bruises
like she had

from falling down stairs.

You know, you're supposed
to report that sort of thing.

Yeah, I did report it--
although her mom and sister

screamed holy hell
when I did.

The police came down here,

talked to the three
of them for hours,

and then decided it
was all a false alarm.

They told me it's very hard
to make the case for abuse

when the complainant
doesn't complain.

And it's hard to complain when
you don't speak the language.

Oh, she spoke
well enough

through the little girl.

Look, none of them
wanted the cops involved.

I figured it was some
sort of a green card thing.

Immigrants--
what can I tell you?

You can't help people that
won't help themselves, huh?

We hand out freebies,

and they won't even take the
time to learn our language.

I shouldn't have said that.

You caught me on a bad day.
I apologize.

Look, I can tell you this--

the one thing the three of them
were concerned about

was how quick Nadia
could get back to work.

So, they were okay
with the internal bleeding?

Hey, I X-rayed
the girl.

If she were bleeding internally,

I wouldn't have let her
out the door.

Wouldn't you know it?

I finally got her a
national print campaign

for Abbot Merchandising.

It could've been
her big break.

She didn't look like she'd have
much trouble getting work.

Oh, Nadia was pretty enough.

But it's a tough world
out there.

An inch here, an ounce there--
it's the difference between

Elle Macpherson
and Cookie Rutigliano.

Who is that?

That's my point.

Nadia had a nice face.

She was a nice girl.

But her thighs kept her
off the runway,

and her hips kept her
out of swimsuits.

Maybe if she spoke
the language just a little...

Well, if she didn't
speak English,
how did...

Money talks, Detective.

In any language.

I wrote down dates
and addresses,

she showed up
and collected a check.

You mind if I ask,
how did it happen?

That's what we're
trying to find out.

But she wasn't shot
or anything?

Why do you say that?

It was always something
with her--

twisted ankle,
burns from spilling soup.

She sounds accident-prone.
Yeah, that's it.

Always falling
into some guy's fist.

Any guy in particular?
You know who you
should talk to?

Her friend, Velida--

bigger thighs,
but hands to kill for.

At least she speaks a word
or two in English.

Which ones?

"I pretty-- give me."

If you want
to know truth,

Nadia wasn't happy
to be model.

She was shy and self-conscious--
made her uncomfortable.

Then why--

Better than walking streets, no?

What else she gonna do?
Be brain surgeon?

She got family.
She gotta pay rent.

Not to mention a boyfriend
who knocked her around.

What? Who?
We know all about it,
Velida.

Anthony was idiot,
but he never hit Nadia.

Then how did her
ribs get broken?

She fell down stairs.

With a little
encouragement
from Anthony?

Look, he told her
he's big-time Charlie,

he gonna make her star.

Like hell-- he's just bum
loading boxes.

She told him "hit the road."

He knows if he hit Nadia,
her father break his neck.

This here's just a place
to hang my hat

till the old ship comes in,
you know?

By that, you mean
Nadia Parkova?

Yeah. Sure, Hef and Guc
rejected her,

but Flynt, old Larry's
gonna come through.

You'll see.
She'll be a centerfold yet.

Miss Whatever.
Then she'll come back to me.

I can't imagine why Nadia
left a charmer like you
in the first place.

You can say that again, pal.

So, what's up?

She do something
wrong, or what?

Well, I wouldn't
hold my breath

till she comes
back, Anthony.

She's dead.

Dead?

Don't worry, you'll
find another punching
bag soon enough.

What? You think I hit her?

Somebody did.

You look a little nervous there,
Anthony.

Yeah, why not?
The ginzo boyfriend, right?

I work at a loading dock.
Go out, have a couple of pops

come home and beat
the old lady, right?

Yeah. I seen that movie
a million times.

Yeah, so have we.

Yeah, well, it's
different this time.

Look, I couldn't be with Nadia
for more than two seconds

without her collapsing
out of exhaustion.

I told her, "You've got
to take a break.

Life is too short,
you're too young."

You know what she'd say?

"Pappa say, 'Must have to work.'

Look, guys, you can arrest me,
but anybody--

anybody who tells you
I hit that girl

is a damn liar
and will go directly to hell.

You're actually buying
any of that?

Hey, without
a witness, I have to.

You know, my daughter broke her
toe when she was eight.

I had a three-car escort
with lights and sirens

all the way
to Saint Vincent's.

So you're thinking
Nadia's old man
beat up on her?

Hey, his kid's in the ER--
you don't think it's odd

he didn't even check in
to see if she was okay?

Maybe he was busy?

Doing what?
Eating Borscht?

Look, I'm not saying
he wanted to kill her.

Maybe she was tired
like Anthony said.

Maybe she wanted
to take a vacation.

But Dad knows the family can't
pay the rent if she takes one.

So we just go ask if he was
beating up his daughter?

I'm thinking it might be
a better shot

to talk to daughter number two.

Pappa is smart,
but get only odd jobs.

He... the language
is hard for him.

But not for you.
You speak real good.

I speak 'well.'

How many times I gotta
tell you that, Lennie?

Yeah, that's
a tough one, Ed.

You know, Lena, my dad,
when he got laid off,

he almost went crazy
sitting around the
house doing nothing,

and he'd go out to
the bars and get in
all kinds of trouble.

Pappa is proud.
He wants to get American.

Well, thank God
for Nadia.

I mean, you all have a nice
place to live, food, clothes.

Did she ever complain?

Of course not.

She never said "I want

to take a break from working,
have a little fun"?

No.
She wouldn't
do that, Ed.

Dad wouldn't put
up with it.

You're right.
Somebody's got to put

food on the table
while he sits

around all day--
you know what
I think, Lennie?

I think Nadia
tried to stop.

Daddy got mad...

No.

You know what, Ed?

I think that we
should just arrest him

and let the lawyers
figure it out.

No. Pappa no hit her.

Doctor, she knows.

Talk to doctor-- she tell
you Pappa not hit her.

I was treating her asthma.

That was the least
of her problems.

Imagine not being able
to fill your lungs with air

as your minor problem.

Freud says asthma's
a crying-out for
your parents.

In Nadia's case, it
was a crying-out to
be free of them...

or what they were
asking of her, anyway.

She told you that?

She didn't have to.

I saw the look on her face

when her little sister
was giving me her history.

That poor girl was supporting
four people since she was 15.

She should've been
going to the prom--

staying out late,
and cutting school.

She had a lot
of injuries, Doc,

and we think her
father may have
caused them.

Oh, he caused them, all right,
but not how you think.

What, you're saying
he didn't hit her?

No way.

She was his meal ticket.

Nadia hated her life so much
and she felt so guilty about it,

she intentionally injured
herself trying to escape it.

Are you saying she pushed
herself down the stairs?

So to speak.

Accidents aren't always
as accidental

as we'd like to believe.

So you just patched her up
and prescribed some Deverol?

What makes you think
I gave her Deverol?

She injected herself with it
just before she died.

Saracin and Bronchitrol

are the only medications
I prescribed.

They're both breathing aids.

Add in Deverol to either,

and you'll end up with cardiac
arrest for sure.

The M.E. ran
a second tox screen.

The girl probably took
the asthma medicine
that morning.

We figure her old bones
started to ache

from all the heavy shopping,

so she went
into the dressing room,

shot herself with Deverol.

And it's the combination
that killed her?

Exactly.
This Dr. Abrams says

that any halfway
competent doctor

would have known that,
and the M.E. agrees with her.

Which makes this
malpractice, not murder.

I don't think her folks
would agree with that.

Well, luckily, they
don't write the laws.

Ah, the vote is in, Ed.

Once again, you didn't win
Mr. Sensitivity.

Hey, man, I feel terrible.

It's a god's honest shame
what happened to that girl,

but that don't make it a crime.

If whoever sold Nadia
the Deverol didn't ask

the right questions, it is.

And you don't think she was
obligated to tell the doctor

what other meds she was taking?

Doctors aren't mind readers.

You know, I've got to admit,
there are bigger dangers

in society than a doctor
selling painkillers

to a Christie Brinkley
wanna-be.

Thank you.

That is if we're
even talking about somebody

with and M.D. after his name.

Well, let's find out
where she got the Deverol,

and then we'll continue
the debate.

We're trying to help
you, Mrs. Parkova...

Uh, the medicine-- shot?

Lena, you have no idea
how glad I am to see you.

Dr. Abrams, she tell you
nobody hit Nadia?

Yes. That's
what she said.

Good. Then why you not
leave us alone?

It turns out somebody

gave Nadia some medicine
that killed her.

We don't know anything.

Did you ever see your
sister inject herself?

For what?

Only medicine she takes
is to breathe.

So what pharmacy did she get
the asthma medicine from?

Bercks. Around corner.

Thank you.

Liquid Deverol? Not me.

We don't keep it.
I don't give it.

Frankly, I don't know a doctor
that would prescribe it.

So how does a patient
get a hold of it?

He wouldn't, unless
he was post-op in a hospital.

So the only prescriptions
you filled for Nadia

were for her asthma?

I didn't say that.

She was in here so much,

I joked I should put her
on payroll.

Yeah, that's funny.

Yeah-- asthma, migraines,
depression, insomnia.

She was a doctor's dream.

A pharmacist's, too.

You know, that's strange,
because Dr. Abrams said

she only prescribed
asthma medication.

Sure, but there was
another doctor

who called in prescriptions.

Yeah-- here it is.
Dr. Ellis Heinz.

The guy acted like
he was doing me a favor,

renting space from me.

Maybe he was.

I've had my fill with
my doctors, thank you.

I'm going to renovate...

Maybe get an accountant.

You know, someone you
know you can't trust
from the get-go.

So what was the problem
with Dr. Heinz?

Well, how does six months
behind on the rent sound?

And it's not like he
was hurting, either.

This place was always packed
with sickies.

What kind of
doctor was he?

I don't know.

But once I saw, uh...
What's her name--

you know,
from that movie, in here?

No kidding?

Yeah. She wasn't
the only one, either.

You know when he moved?

Oh... about
three months ago.

Right after we served him
with papers.

Sorry, that's the last address
I have.

Don't doctors have
to keep you up to date?

Sure, if they want the
Medical Association magazine.

Sometimes after doctors retire,
they forget to tell us.

So what else you got

on Dr. Heinz in here?

He got his degree
from Guadalajara, Mexico.

Why am I not surprised?

I'll have you know

some of this country's finest
practitioners studied abroad.

What about after
he graduated?

Uh, passed the boards in '83.

Interned at Queens Community
Medical Center.

No specialty.
No board certification.

Does have any, uh,

customers' seals of approval?

There was one complaint,

if that's what you mean.

But it was dropped.

A Doug Barsky.

Ellis is a first-rate M.D.

Here, look at this.

Like a bar mitzvah boy.

Botox.
Not a wrinkle to be found.

The guy works magic.

Well, if you like him so much,
why'd you complain

to the Medical Association?

Well, that had nothing to do
with his doctoring.

That was strictly business.

I mean, you know what they say
about doctors.

No, actually, I don't.

They go to med. school
'cause they're bad with money.

Ellis tells me
about a building he's buying--

medical suites, very upscale,
the whole nine yards.

He figures cash flow will turn
positive in a year, tops.

He just needs some cash
for bridge financing

while he does some renovations
on the joint.

Like a jerk, I help him out.

Sounds like things
didn't go according to plan.

There was no joint.
Someone outbid him.

Oh, and he forgot
to tell you.

Yeah. Pissed me off to no end.

That's when I made
the complaint.

Yeah, but the Medical
Association said you dropped it.

Sure, I did. He apologized.

A good doctor is hard to find.

Hey, hold on.

You still use him?

Yeah, he comes here once
a month, like clockwork.

What for?

Hey, nothing lasts forever.

The guy is amazing.

How many doctors you know
still make house calls?

You got a number for him?

I tried him last week.

It was disconnected.

You know, I wonder if he made
a house call to Nadia?

If he did, I wonder
how he slipped past
the family?

Hey, it's, uh, never too early,
you know?

We know all about
Dr. Heinz, Lena.

Who?

You what, Lennie,
I'm starting to think

that Lena's in on this.

Why else would she protect
a jerk like Dr. Heinz?

No. Why? I love Nadia.

So why you lying to us?

My partner's
got a point, Lena.

If Dr. Heinz
promised to pay you...

No, he's a good man.

Then why didn't you
tell us about him?

My sister's dead.

I just want police
to leave us alone.

Dr. Heinz is famous doctor.

He helped Nadia, not hurt.

What makes you think
he's famous?

See? Famous.

"Ellis Heinz, M.D.

Doctor to the Stars!"

That little girl thought
that we were the bad guys.

I guess cops in Russia
aren't as revered by the public.

Oh, what a weird place
that must be.

Is there an address
attached to this number?

Uh-uh. It's a cell phone,
and they send the bills
to a P.O. box.

Well, it's kind of embarrassing.

Doug Barsky told me
you were the best.

Uh-huh.

No, no. No problem.

Yeah, I'll see you then.

Well, luckily, the good doctor
has decided to squeeze me in.

He going to make
a house call here?

No, it's a restaurant
on Tenth.

It's where he sees
all his patients.

I'd hold off
on the procedure

if he orders the chili.

Dr. Heinz?

Leonard?

Thanks for meeting me.

I like to, uh,
meet patients here.

It tends to lessen
the initial anxiety.

And if that doesn't work,
a little shot of Deverol will.

Excuse me? You know him?

Well, sometimes
he wishes I didn't,

but, yeah,
he's my partner.

Maybe you'd like
to come down to our office

for a little chat.

Nadia Parkova couldn't sleep;
I prescribed Halcyon.

She had migraine headaches;
I prescribed Valium.

Actually, we're more concerned
about the Deverol, Doc.

I removed a mole
from her neck.

It's minor surgery,
but it's still painful.

Thus the painkiller.

Is there something
we're missing, Detective?

Yeah. Most doctors
won't have anything to do

with liquid Deverol
outside of the hospital.

I'm not your typical doctor.

Gee, I didn't notice.

A licensed professional

administered a legal drug.

That's all hunky-dory,
except the patient's dead.

Well, that's unfortunate.

But the bottom line is
that if she'd been honest

with Dr. Heinz,
she might be alive today.

As you can see
from the forms
she filled out

herself and signed,
she didn't inform
Dr. Heinz

she was taking any
other medications.

I don't know who disgusts
me more-- doctors or lawyers.

Well, maybe this
will help you make
up your mind.

As far as I can tell,
Dr. Heinz didn't
break any laws.

So, what,
we just have to let him go?

Unless he double parked
in front the restaurant,

we have no choice.

But I'll give
Southerlyn a call.

He doesn't have an office?

He was evicted
for nonpayment.

He advertises by flier?

That's how
the victim found him.

He meets his patients
at a restaurant?

He says it cuts down
on overhead

and therefore, patients' bills.

Which gets him closer
to a humanitarian award

than a malpractice suit.

Actually, I was thinking
about Door Number Three.

He's unorthodox, Arthur.
He's weird.

But there's never been
a complaint

about the way
he practices medicine.

Well, there is a dead girl
here somewhere, isn't there?

Dr. Heinz claims the
victim never told him

she was taking
asthma medication.

Well, did she?

It wasn't on
the patient
questionnaire

that she filled
out and signed.

And nothing even remotely
suggests that she told him

otherwise.

Well, isn't this just wonderful?

You know, there always is
the possibility

that he didn't do
anything wrong.

You buy that?

No. My doctor
never sent me home

with a syringe
full of anything.

Show me the crime.

I'll be more than happy
to prosecute.

Deverol's a narcotic, Jack.

He let Nadia Parkova
self-inject.

She could've overdosed.

She could've passed out
while she was driving a car.

You know what I want?

I want this guy stopped
before he kills somebody else.

Now, find something
to charge him with.

Anything.

Nadia like me--
she love mustard.

You must miss her a lot.

It is hard on Pappa.

But I will help.

Miss Andee say soon
I will be ready

to have pictures in magazine...
if I am pretty enough.

You're very
beautiful, Lena.

Like Nadia?

Miss Andee say
my lips are thin.

I don't agree at all.

I'd like to ask you
a few questions

about Nadia
if that's okay.

Dr. Heinz did not know.

He would never hurt her.

Of course he wouldn't.

Were you there
the first time
he met Nadia?

Yes. At the restaurant.

Why did Nadia
want to see him?

She had terrible headache.

He make it go away.

With a shot?

Yes.

Then he saw a spot
on a Nadia's neck.

He cut it off
to make her more beautiful.

Did you translate
for Nadia?

She worked too hard
to study English.

So you helped her fill
out the questionnaire

he gave her?

Yes. I translate.

Did Dr. Heinz ever ask Nadia
if she was on other medication?

Lena?

Yes, he asked.

What did you tell him?

Exactly what Nadia tell me.

She not take any medicine.

Am I in hot water?

Of course not.

Do you know where Nadia
got this pamphlet?

From her gymnasium.

Damn.

I knew this would
come back

to bite us
in the butt.

No one's accusing you
of anything, Rick.

It was Kathy.

She did it
all on her own,

never asked anyone
about it.

Besides,
our lawyer swore to me

we're not responsible for
anything that lunatic does.

Kathy?

No, no, no.
She's just an actress.

I mean, what kind of doctor
advertises on fliers?

So Dr. Heinz is the lunatic
you're referring to?

Doctor to the stars?

Give me a break.

Kathy McGarity ain't no
Angelina Jolie.

And Kathy's the one that
passed out these fliers?

She stuck them in
the members' lockers.

Without knowledge or
approval of management.

I'd like to talk
to Kathy.

She's with
a trainer as we speak.

The man works miracles,
that's why.

He asked you
to pass out this flyer?

I offered.

You have no idea what it's like

working on the set
of a soap opera.

Thanks, uh,
give me a break, huh?

16-hour days
in four-inch heels,

I got to tell you,
by the end of season

my back is so bad
they had to put me

in traction for a month.

Dr. Heinz help you
with that?

He cured it.
In one visit.

And I'd be lying if I
told you I hadn't been

to every so-called specialist
on the East Coast.

Let me guess, a shot of Deverol.

I'll tell you
the truth.

I wouldn't mind

if he was sticking pins
in a little doll

and doing a rain dance.

The pain is gone.

So you're still seeing him.

As often as possible.

Never felt better.

Deverol will do that.

How did you find him
in the first place?

My apartment was being painted
about six months ago,

so I moved into
the Parkside Inn.

Anyway,
the back goes out

and my regular doctor
is away for the weekend.

Unreachable.

The bellhop, Trinidad,
he's restocking my minibar,

he hears me moan,

he gives me Dr. Heinz's
name and number.

You trusted the bellhop?

I can see you've never
had back problems.

I'm in the service business.

People, they come in here,

expect to be treated better
than if they were at home.

But providing
illegal services?

What illegal?

If your friend from
out of town gets sick

and you give him
your doctor's name,

did you break the law?

If I got paid for making
the recommendation.

Who said I got paid?

Look, I don't want to make
any trouble for you, Trinidad.

That's good,
'cause I got a kid

that I'd like
to be a doctor someday.

Last I looked,
that requires college

and college requires money,
which requires earning a living.

How did you hook up
with Dr. Heinz?

Mr. Amsterdam swears by him.

Who's
Mr. Amsterdam?

He lives permanent in 4914.

Thank you.

Do you know how painful
real depression is, Miss?

It's unbearable.

You're afraid to go
to sleep at night

because you're afraid

you'll actually get up
the next morning.

Then what?

Then you spend the rest
of the day getting ready

to start the whole
damn thing all over again.

I didn't know Dr. Heinz
was a psychiatrist.

He's a healer.

A specialty it seems
they stopped teaching

at most medical schools.

Sure, I saw a shrink.

Dr. Howard Alston,

the Pied Piper
of Park Avenue Pill Poppers.

Zoloft,
Paxil, Lexapro.

I've popped them all.

And Dr. Heinz?

Got me off the couch
after two visits.

He had a magic potion, did he?

Yes, he did.

And that's all I'll tell you.

If he's doing something
illegal...

Then there's something wrong
with the law.

Good day.

You know why Randall Amsterdam
lives in a hotel?

Is it relevant?

Because last year I suggested
he get away for the weekend.

His apartment
is across the street.

That's kind of funny.

It would have been,
if he didn't have a panic attack

and was too
embarrassed to call me

because he swore
he was going to Palm Springs.

So, he opened the Yellow Pages.

And he found
Dr. Heinz.

Who quickly
convinced him

I was a quack.

Mr. Amsterdam told me
that you prescribed him

and assortment
of medications.

That's right.
Antidepressants.

None of which
are physically addictive.

Are you saying that
Dr. Heinz got him hooked?

Deverol is an opiate.

Sure, a shot
makes a patient feel great.

A second shot
makes him feel even better.

Eventually,
he can't live without it.

Why didn't you report him?

To whom?
For what?

He's a doctor.

He's not selling crack cocaine.

You'd think Mr. Amsterdam's
insurance company

would become suspicious.

Randall's from money.

He doesn't bother
with health insurance.

The perfect patient.

You have no idea
how perfect.

Randall had
this fabulous collection

of primitive
African wood carvings.

It was his pride and joy.

I was at an auction,
maybe a year ago,

and there
were his two best items.

Minimum bid, $100,000 each.

But the listed seller
was Dr. Ellis Heinz.

I was still
treating Randall

at the time,
so I asked him what happened.

He said he gave Heinz a gift
for helping him.

He's a predator, Jack.

He targets wealthy,
weak, desperate people.

Nobody complains because
they're dependent on him.

What's this got to do
with Nadia Parkova?

I don't know,
but Arthur told me

to find something
to charge him with.

The shrink told me
that in the past year

Randall Amsterdam paid over
a quarter of a million dollars

to Dr. Heinz, and that doesn't
include gifts of artwork

and God knows what else.

That proves he's expensive,
Serena, not criminal.

Maybe you're being
too literal here.

Do you have any evidence
that Heinz

knowingly or recklessly
gave Nadia

a lethal combination
of drugs?

No.

Then literal keeps us away from
a malicious prosecution suit.

We have a
colorable claim

for fraud, Jack.

Or larceny, or both.

Do we?

Dr. Heinz used
drugs to make

his patients dependent on him.

The drugs
impaired their judgment

and then he conned them
out of money.

You have one patient, Serena,
and from what you've told me

if doesn't sound
like Mr. Amsterdam

is going to be
all that anxious to help us.

If we charge him,

and we make a big enough
splash when we do,

who knows
what disgruntled patients

will come out of the woodwork?

I mean, we want him
off the street before

there's another
Nadia Parkova, don't we?

Call Van Buren.

I'll call Jim Switzer
at The Daily News.

Dr. Heinz?

Anita?
Yes.

Thank you so much
for meeting with me.

Hey, gee, Doc.

I get this funny feeling
I've been here before.

Oh, that's right,
I have.

Ellis Heinz, you're under
arrest for fraud and robbery.

You have the right
to remain silent.

Anything you say can be
used against you...

People v. Ellis Heinz.

Charges are Theft by Larceny
in the First Degree

and Theft by Fraud
in the First Degree.

Marion Seaver for
the defense, Your Honor.

Pleasure's mine, Counselor.

How does your client plead?

Outraged.

The State has some sort

of perverse vendetta
against my client.

First it attempted
to ruin

his reputation by
accusing him of homicide

and now this.

Can I take that as a not guilty?

Yes, Your Honor.
I'd like to hear it

from the defendant
if that's not too much trouble.

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Ms. Southerlyn?

The people request

$250,000 bail.

That is the vendetta
I'm talking about.

My client is a well-
respected physician.

Then he'll have no trouble
coming up with the dough.

Bail is set at $150,000.

Next.

I understand,
"try, try again,"

but your third try
will end with you

sitting on the other side
of the aisle in civil court.

We're a bit past

the time for empty threats,
Mr. Seaver.

Only this isn't empty.

You charged a man
with two felonies

and have exactly zero evidence.

Call me crazy,
but if I paid a doctor

over $200,000 in 12 months,

I'd expect two new kidneys,
minimum.

That's so not funny,
it's insulting.

We both know this has nothing
to do with Randall Amsterdam.

With your client, I'll
take whatever I can get.

I am shocked
that Nadia Parkova is dead.

It breaks my heart.

But I had nothing to do with it.

Just because we can't
prove that you're guilty

doesn't make you innocent.

What bothers you
so much about me?

That I don't have an office

with pretty nurses
and a waiting room?

That I don't look like

one of those
compassionate,

sweet doctors you
see on television?

Maybe I don't fit in

to nice little box that
the Medical Association

likes to paint and sell
to the American public,

but let me tell you one thing--

patients are running
as fast as they can

from that box and they are
running straight to me.

Because you dope them up.

Because I ease

their pain.

That is the oath
that I swore to uphold.

Yes, this has all been fun,

but I think we've
wasted enough

of the doctor's
valuable time.

My motion to exclude everything

Mr. Amsterdam's former
psychiatrist told you.

Turns out that pillar
of the medical community

breached about 12 rules
of medical ethics

when he talked
to Ms. Southerlyn.

The bottom line, Your Honor,

before the prosecution
spoke with Dr. Alston...

Remind me again
which one that is.

Certainly.
He's a psychiatrist.

He treated my client's patient,
Randall Amsterdam, for 15 years.

Mm, I guess time doesn't
heal all wounds.

Well, that's for
later discussion,

but getting back
to my point,

before Ms. Southerlyn
spoke with Dr. Alston

the State didn't have enough
evidence to charge Dr. Heinz

with littering.

I believe that's the point
of an investigation.

An investigation which trampled
doctor-patient privilege.

And your client is neither

the doctor nor
the patient in question.

It's well-settled
that the privilege

does not extend
to third parties.

The purpose of privilege
is to encourage

free communication
between doctor and patient.

Public policy therefore

demands that such
communication not be violated

by overzealous
prosecutors.

You should have
warned me, Mr. Seaver.

I would have brought my violins.

It's a question of
standing, Your Honor.

It's a question of ethics.

You're both
wrong.

It's a question of hearsay.

This Dr. Alston can't get
on a stand in my courtroom

and testify
to what a third person

told him about
the defendant.

Now, would
the two of you

cut the bull and tell me
what's really going on here?

The defendant recklessly

caused the death
of one of his patients.

Which Mr. McCoy can't prove,

so he went back
to his laboratory

and concocted
these bogus charges.

Just as long as we're all clear
on what's going down.

The shrink's testimony is out.

Any public outcry
at the news

of Dr. Heinz's misfortunes?

Not the kind
that we wanted.

Twelve calls,
all claiming

he's the best doctor
they ever saw.

I'm sorry, Jack.

I dug the hole
and pushed you in.

Yesterday,
I would've been angry.

And today?

I met the good Dr. Heinz.

I know coyotes who don't cover
their tracks as well.

You know what we need

is a patient who no longer
has any use for him.

Or the family of
such a patient.

He is not crook.
I told you before.

We never spoke
about money, Lena.

Did your sister pay
Dr. Heinz with a check?

Check? No.

Paid him in cash?

He not want money.

He treated your sister for free?

He know we are not rich.

He say wait to pay.

Wait until she's addicted.

Nye.

Mama not like drug addicts.

Did Dr. Heinz ever give Nadia
any kind of bill?

Bill? Money?

Yes.

No.

No, he say
wait to pay.

He say I will be famous model
someday.

Make lots of money.

More than Nadia
because I want to work.

Pay him then.

I want to be
great model.

Famous on television.

Here bill.

Dr. Heinz
gave you this?

No, that-that's
not a bill.

This says Nadia shouldn't
self-inject Deverol

within 24 hours
of taking Bronchitrol.

That's the asthma
medication

that Dr. Abrams
prescribed.

Lena lied to me.

Dr. Heinz said he
didn't know anything

about the asthma
medication.

Re-indict him for depraved
indifference homicide.

I'd been treating Nadia
for almost two years.

She suffered adult onset asthma.

And what course
of treatment

did you prescribe
for her, Dr. Abrams?

Initially, I gave her
breathing exercises.

And then I prescribed
a series of antihistamines.

And they weren't
successful?

Well, at first
they were.

But Nadia's symptoms grew worse.

She had several incapacitating
attacks.

She... couldn't breathe.

She couldn't move.

She couldn't function.

That's when I prescribed
Bronchitrol.

That's an albuterol sulfate

bronchodilator.

She was supposed to inhale it

only when she felt
an onset of an attack.

Does that affect
a patient's heart, Doctor?

Simply... yes.

It's a stimulant.

It can dramatically increase

cardiovascular
activity.

Is that dangerous?

Not in someone young and vital
like Nadia.

What if she were also taking
an opiate such as Deverol?

It typically takes
the heart 24 hours

to recover from the stimulation
caused by Bronchitrol.

If she waited the 24 hours,

there's a good chance
nothing would happen.

And if she didn't?

There's a good chance
it would cause cardiac arrest.

So in your opinion,
it would be

sound medical practice
to tell a patient

to wait 24 hours
before taking Deverol?

The body is not
a Swiss timepiece, Mr. McCoy.

Different people
react differently.

To be safe, I wouldn't let
a patient take Deverol at all.

If it were
absolutely necessary,

I would insist

that he or she wait a minimum
of 48 hours.

So... a physician
who told a patient

to wait only 24 hours...

Is gambling

with that patient's life.

The Physicians' Desk Reference
says all this, does it?

It says a 24-hour separation
is the bare minimum.

Not 48?

The PDR is a guide
for physicians.

It is to be interpreted
not by laymen

but by professionals who have
a thorough understanding

of pharmacology
and biochemistry.

You mean...

to doctors 24 really means 48?

Call me crazy, but I don't think
that's what it means at all.

And what medical school
did you go to?

Harvard.

But I'm asking the question.

True or false, Doctor.

Did you recommend

that Nadia see a psychiatrist?

Yes.

Why is that?

She was
self-destructive.

She had more than a
few serious accidents.

She tried to hurt herself?

I... thought that was
a possibility.

She was overwhelmed
by responsibility.

She didn't like herself
very much.

And perhaps she tried
to run away

from her miserable life
for good.

Objection.

Nadia spoke very little English.

She didn't have a chance
to go to school like you?

Yes.
She had to work.

She make money
to take care of us.

And you helped her

communicate when necessary?

Yes.

So, you were with
her when she met
with Dr. Heinz?

Yes.

Why did Nadia go to see him,
Lena?

She had terrible headache.

Couldn't work.
Make her cry.

And he gave her
an injection?

Yes.

Did he ask her
if she was taking
other medicine?

Yes.
She fill out form.

Approach the witness,
Your Honor.

Go ahead.

Is this the form?

Yes.

What does it say under
"other medications"?

"None."

So, Nadia lied to him?

N-No. We didn't understand.

That day she didn't take
other medication.

Is that really what happened,
Lena?

No.

Nadia thought that he wouldn't
help her get rid of headache

if he knew about
the other medicine.

Did there ever come a time

when Dr. Heinz learned
that Nadia was taking

asthma medicine?

Yes.

The second time
we saw him.

He came to house
to cut off mole.

He make Nadia more beautiful.

Mama show him Nadia's
other medicine.

And what did he say?

I wasn't there.

I was in school.

But he wrote instructions
for me to read to Nadia.

Why didn't you tell
the police right away

that Dr. Heinz knew
about Nadia's asthma medicine?

I didn't want trouble for him.

He said someday he would give me
beautiful lips

to be famous model.

Are these the instructions

Dr. Heinz left you
to read to Nadia?

Yes.

Please read them
to the court.

"Do not take injection
of Deverol

"within two to four hours

of Bronchitrol."

That isn't what it says,
is it, Lena?

Yes.

It say "24 hours," doesn't it?

Who's testifying here,
Your Honor?

Take your time,
young lady.

Did you tell your sister
"24 hours"

or "two to four hours"?

I...

I...

I don't know.

I don't know
what I told her.

I... I'm not sure.

I'm sorry,
I don't know.

I don't know.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

On the sole count
of the indictment,

second degree murder,

how do you find?

We find the defendant,

Ellis Heinz, not guilty.

It looked like a crime.

It smelled like a crime.

It felt like a crime.

Oh, what Heinz did
is a crime, all right.

The only problem is
Albany hasn't realized it yet.

He was peddling hope
and there's nothing
more addictive.

The good news, Lena will now be
able to get her beautiful lips.

Ain't America great?

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