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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'm telling you,
it was like a Russian novel--

long, hard and
forever to finish.

Julie must have
been thrilled.

Can you say,
"Go, Bronco, go"?

I'll stick with
Mother Nature's own, thank you.

See that guy over there?
What is he, 45, 50?

How much you want to bet

that seat's saved
for some 25-year-old?

Oh, and you can tell

that he's popping Vitamin V
just by looking?

Everybody is, man.
Look, I don't want

my good buddy
to be the last guy
on the train to...

What, "Go, Bronco, go"?

Exactly.

I don't like doctors.
I don't like popping pills.

Oh, my God.

Somebody get a doctor.

His name was Gideon Blake.

Business card puts
his office out in Brooklyn.

So, what, did he have
a heart attack?

I haven't talked
to the ME.

All I know is he had
a reservation
for two at 1:00.

So where's the companion?
A no show.

Welcome to the case

of the killer shellfish.

One oyster, dropped like that.

Since when did we become
the food police?

Take a smell.

We know what oysters
smell like, Cantor.

I mean of him.

Like bitter almonds.

Which aren't on the menu.

That's cyanide, right?
This dude's been poisoned?

We'll get these
to forensics,

but the smell test
tells me they're clean.

So he picked a winner
on the first try?

Either that or
the poison's in here,

"Devil's Own Hot Sauce."

Excuse me, do you use
a lot of this?

Devil's Own?

We don't stock
it at all.

I got to tell you,
though, a lot of guys,

they bring in their
own hot sauce.

Sort of like women and
their water bottles,

like a status thing.

Please tell me it
wasn't the oysters.

We'll let you know.
Sorry, Detective,

but that dining companion you
were asking about, she's here.

She says she's a doctor.

Tell her she's too late.

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, we
were colleagues.

Actually, it was supposed
to be a working lunch,

I was interviewing him.

Mr. Blake was
a doctor, too?

No, Gideon wasn't a physician.

He practiced an alternative
kind of healing.

You mean like acupuncture?

No, he made people
feel better emotionally,

especially those who had
recently suffered losses.

Oh, like
a grief counselor?

Something like that, yes.

You know what,

Dr. Allison, I don't
mean to be rude here,

but you're not
being very helpful.

Well, because I know how
you're going to respond to this.

Well, why don't
you try us out?

Well, he held seminars
and seances.

He talked to the dead?

Just a guess,
but, uh...

he didn't do it for nothing,
did he?

Well, why would he?

He helped people
who were hurting.

But you're a real doctor, right?

Yes, I am.

I'm an oncologist with
a specialty in pediatrics.

And you believe in seances?

I'm not so quick

to judge them.

Medical journals are filled with
cases of near-death experiences.

Who's to say that
there's no truth in them?

You didn't go to medical school
in Haiti, did you?

No. Cambridge, Mass.

And you can read all about me
if you like

on the dust covers of any one
of my three bestsellers.

Forensics says the hot sauce
had the cyanide.

So we contacted
the manufacturer

in Red River,
Louisiana,

asked them to
recall the batch.

Yeah, all 12 bottles.

This Dr. Allison says
that she seen him

use the bottle a lot
in the past.

So whoever spiked it
did so recently.

And knew Mr. Blake's eating
habits pretty well.

Blake rips off widows
by claiming

to contact their dead husbands.

He's a con man.

Con men piss people off.

And pissed off people
like to get even.

Track them down
and talk to them.

It's not that weird.

What, you mean Blake
getting murdered?

I mean, talking
to the dead

or trying to figure out life.

Between the Holy Ghost,
Buddha and EST,

there's plenty of
weird stuff to believe in.

Yeah, but some beliefs
are cheaper then others.

We know you gave
Gideon Blake

almost $10,000 in
the last six months.

My money, my choice.

And what trust fund
did you grow up in?

Someone tells me
about a guy

who specializes
in psychic healing,

I mean, who can it hurt?

Bet you didn't ask
your banker that one.

Truth is, Gideon was better
than any shrink could have been

after Ben, my boyfriend,
took a header off his Harley.

He helped you talk to Ben.

I was in a room
with ten other people

who were hurting.

That alone made me feel better.

I don't know, negative energy
is dispersed or something.

So why'd you quit going?

Ernie. Met him at the gym.

I mean, man,
the guy's got a six pack.

One morning I was making
Herb's oatmeal,

and he didn't come out
of the bathroom.

You can imagine the rest.

Just because he was 80

doesn't mean that I was
ready for him to die.

So then you went
to see Gideon Blake,

you gave him $13,000

and then you suddenly
stopped going?

Well, that is the curse
of joint checking.

She found out.

My daughter,
the know-it-all.

She made you stop?

She said Gideon was
some kind of swindler.

Out of the mouths of babes.

Well, I didn't
believe her.

But as it turned out,
she was right.

I hate to admit.

What convinced you?

Mr. Devine.

Mr. Devine?

Who's that?

He's an expert.

My Susie wouldn't make a move
without an expert.

So, Mr. Devine is an expert
on contacting the dead?

He's an investigator, like you,
only he doesn't have a badge.

What did he find out?

That Mr. Blake, he told us
that he grew up in Boston,

that he went to Dartmouth

and that he lectured
at Oxford.

Do you know he lied
about everything?

Good news is, no one
named Gideon Blake

ever had so much
as a parking ticket.

And the bad news?

No one named Gideon Blake

ever had so much
as a parking ticket.

Expand to the tri-state area.

We already did,
no criminal record anywhere.

A national Internet search using
every variation of the name

also came up empty.

He paid rent, didn't he?

He had to have
a bank account.

Ed and Lennie are running
the financials now.

Van Buren.

No, I'll take it,
put him through.

Are you kidding?

Fax it to me ASAP.

I'm just trying to find out

who paid the real estate taxes.

'Cause I'm a cop, that's why.

Just checking.

Uh-huh. And you didn't need a
social security number for that?

Yeah, but you didn't
check it out?

Let me have it.

Thank you, too.

Three years?
You're kidding.

All right, forget it.

This guy bought this place
three years ago,

ain't paid a nickel
of real estate tax since.

One bank account,
checking only,

and get this--
they never even checked

to see if his social security
number was valid.

Your man still
a ghost?

If he was still alive,
I'd hire him

to talk to himself.

Well, this may help.

His prints match the guy

the feds have been looking
for for over a year.

Name of Lee Wayne Mapes.

Oh, yeah, Mapes.

Real estate fraud
with a capital "F."

What did he do?

You've seen that play,
The Producers?

Not on what
the city pays us.

Anyway, it's about these guys

that sell a thousand percent
of a Broadway show.

They make a killing
unless the play's a hit

in which case they've got
to pay back their investors

with money they don't have.

That's what Mapes did
with the buildings?

Buildings, shopping
centers, hotels...

all around the country,
always targeting doctors.

Go where the money is.

Well, they got it,
but don't understand

what to do with it.

The only difference between
Mapes and the Broadway guys

is that his castle crumbled when
the real estate market fell.

And, boy, did it fall.

Like a latke.

But Mapes was gone
with the wind.

The good news is we found him,

the bad news
is he's dead.

Hey, it's all good news for me.
I get to close the book on him.

We're thinking

that one of his
unhappy investors

put him out of his misery.

Sure, I'll get you the files.

It looks like half
the AMA invested.

You'd think
a brain surgeon
would know better.

I'll see your brain surgeon

and raise you two allergists
and a pediatrician.

I got to admit, Mapes
must have been good.

There's some heavy
hitters in here.

An oncologist.

I've got a couple of those.

You got one
named Allison?

As in Dr. Allison

who missed her lunch date
with Gideon Blake?

She invested in a shopping
center in Flagstaff, Arizona.

Lost half a million dollars.

That can make somebody
mad enough to kill.

We're really here
to talk to Dr. Allison.

Then you got
what you came for.

Uh, Dr. Bethany Allison.

My wife. We're a
two-doctor household.

It's not that unusual.

When will your wife
be home?

She won't. Not soon.

We're separated.

Oh, so which one
of the two of you invested

in the Arizona shopping center
that went sour?

That would be both of us.

One thing they don't teach
you in medical school

is what to do with
the money you make.

What about losing it-- say,
half a million dollars' worth?

That they covered.
Lots of Xanax.

For both you
and your wife?

I'm an ear, nose and throat guy.

I remove tonsils,

get to reward kids
with ice cream.

It's nothing like
the kind of medicine
Bethany practices.

Meaning what?

She spends all of her
time and energy with

terminally ill kids.

Her work is demanding
and draining and relentless.

So how'd she handle
losing the money?

She could care less.

And what about you?

I freaked.

But eventually, I got over it
and focused on the positive--

my practice, my son.

And getting your wife back?

Oh, the money had nothing to do
with her leaving.

What did?

If you don't mind me asking.

20 years of watching

children die--
she just needed some time

to write and recharge... alone.

Where can we find your wife now?

8:00.

My guess is,
she's still at the hospital.

All right, then.
Thank you.

Sorry to bother you.

Oh. Annie, I'd like
to introduce you

to some friends of mine.

This is Detective Briscoe
and Detective Green.

Hi.
Hi, Annie.

How you feeling?

It's not so bad,
not like last time.

That's right, and tomorrow

she's going to have
a real breakfast.

She's going to have
cereal and fruit.

Strawberries, too?

Oh, absolutely.

Ruth, would you come and put
Annie to bed for me, please?

Sure, I'd love to.

Good night.

Good night, my sweet girl.

I'll see you
in the morning, honey.

Sweet dreams.

That's heartbreaking.

Yeah. Got to concentrate
on the small victories.

Thank you.

So, were you able to find out
anything about Gideon?

Yes. Actually, we found
out his real name
is Lee Wayne Mapes.

What are you talking about?

Gideon Blake was a
real estate swindler
named Mapes.

I don't believe that.

Well, you better start,
'cause he's the one that took

half a million dollars
from you and your husband.

Are you kidding me?

Look, that whole
real estate transaction

was done on paper,
with lawyers and accountants

and professionals
who do that sort of thing.

I didn't understand
one word about it,

and my husband and I just signed
where they told us to.

On the bottom
of the check.

And that was it.
I never met the principals.

I don't even think
I ever heard their names.

All I knew was Flag,
Two Partners Limited.

Wait a minute.

You think I killed Gideon

because he stole money from me
in some other persona?

Well, you've got to admit
that you showing up
at Gideon Center

right after he ripped you off
is quite a coincidence.

No, I have a friend
who works in a hospice

and she told me about a seminar
on crossing over.

I didn't even know
who Gideon Blake was.

I certainly didn't know
he was Lee Mapes.

I was just interested in doing
research for my next book.

Of all the gin joints
in all the world, huh?

That's right,
and if you can't tell already,

my life is not about money,

and it's certainly
is not about killing.

So, if you don't mind,
I really do have

some patients I need to see.

Yeah. Go, go.

Well, hello
to you guys.
Hi. Hi.

I thought people like
her moved to India

to help the
starving orphans.

Do you believe
that story,

that she didn't know
Mapes was Gideon?

Hey, you're talking to a
guy who bought the words

"Till death do
us part" twice.

There's two words that
should never go together.

Hey, look.

Just for the hell of it.

Hey, man, excuse me?

You a doctor?

You should see
my mom smile

every time someone
asks me that.

Just out of curiosity,
y'all have cyanide here?

You may want to talk
to the lab guys.

Where are they?
Well...

You're really
cops, right?

You should see my mom smile.

Okay, wait, I'll get
you up there with
my elevator card.

Bethany was one lab station over
for about 18 months.

Do you know what
she was working on?

Solid tumor therapies.
Using live animals,
like you do?

What, are you one of those
anti-animal testing types?

You know, we test
for medical purposes,

not to make a better mascara.

Uh, could her methods
have included

the use of cyanide?

Can't imagine why.

Well, what about anybody
else down here?

Nate Fleisch is doing research

on cyanide antidote protocols
for EMS and ER use.

Do you know where
we can find him?

Nate, by now,
he's either on his third scotch

or his second nurse.

Can anybody just walk
into Nate's lab?

If you can get to this floor,
you can get to any lab.

Thanks a lot, Doc.

It's time for a warrant.

Does it really take a platoon

to search my small apartment?

Well, it won't take long.

I'm telling you,
you're wasting your time.

Oh, I've made a career
out of that.

Fig tree has been around
for 6,000 years.

The Romans said
Bacchus gave mankind the fig.

I'm trying to protect this one

from being damaged
by an early frost.

The people who lived here
before me

hardly did anything
to take care of it at all.

Yeah, I had a flowerpot
out on my fire escape,

but the bugs destroyed
anything I put in it.

Squirrels are
the problem here.

Just won't stay away
from the figs,

especially this time
of year.

Nothing a little rat
poison wouldn't cure.

No, you have
to be very careful.

Pesticides can harm a tree.

Hey, Lennie.

It's clean.

Could've saved you
the trouble.

Sorry about this,
Dr. Allison.

You have a job to do.

Uh, good luck with
the squirrels.

Thank you.

Go on, just dump it.

You know, if I called this in on
a citizen, it'd be a $100 fine.

Yeah, but then you'd
have to go to court,
waste a whole day.

Damn, even her garbage
is organized.

Yeah. Unless you're a rodent.

That's nasty.

Stop.

Well, from comparative
blood tests,

chemo-analysis of muscle
tissues and urinalysis,

both victims died
from the same cause.

Which was?

Cyanide poisoning.

Potassium cyanide,
to be precise.

I didn't know there
were different flavors.

Oh, sure--
there's hydrogen cyanide,

sodium cyanide,
potassium cyanide...

Yeah, we get
the picture.

The good news is,

the end came quickly
for both Blake and
Rocky the Squirrel.

How can you tell?

A large blood
concentration

would cause immediate
loss of consciousness

followed quickly by death.

If you got to go,
it's not a bad way.

She took the cyanide
from the lab,

spiked Blake's hot sauce,
then dumped it into her garden

to protect her fig tree
from squirrels.

And she knew he was
going to use the hot
sauce for lunch?

Her LUDs show that
on the day of the murder,

she called Gideon's cell phone,
and then she called

the restaurant to make
a reservation.

Well, if it was all
about the money,

why did she wait
a year to kill him?

Revenge is a meal
best served cold?

Yeah, especially
if you got the hot sauce

to cover up the stink.

Pick her up.

I've got my rounds to do,

so this really needs
to be quick.
Okay.

Bethany Rose Allison,
you're under arrest

for the murder
of Gideon Blake.

Is that quick enough
for you, Doc?

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

Docket number 57492,

People v. Bethany Rose Allison.

Charge is murder
in the second degree.

Didn't I see you on Oprah?

Charlie Rose, Your Hono.

Dr. Allison is
a best-selling author,

as well as a doctor.

No time for law school?

Too busy dealing
with dying children.

Never mind.
How do you plead?

Not guilty.
How are we on bail,

Ms. Southerlyn?
As the defendant
murdered a man for money...

If I may, Your Honor,

the People have
this crazy notion

that my client killed a man
because he stole

a half million
dollars from her.

I have to admit,
as far as reasons go...

We have the bank records,
Your Honor.

And I'm sure
the trial judge

and jury will love to see them.

Bail is set at $300,000,
cash or bond.

Read her books,
for God's sakes.

No, don't bother.

Just read the blurbs
on the back cover.

"Genius." That was
the president

of the Medical Society
who said that.

"What a health professional
should be--

compassionate,
caring and courageous."

Oh. That one was written

by a Nobel Prize winner
in medicine.

I'm sure she's very good
at her job.

Unfortunately, that has nothing
to do with a murder trial.

How many times

do I need to say this?

I didn't know
that Gideon was Mapes.

So it's just a coincidence
that you ended up working

for the man who stole
a half a million dollars

from you?
Yes, that's right.

And the fact that

the victim died of
cyanide poisoning,
and that you,

against regulations,
took cyanide from your lab,

that's also a coincidence?

And that would be
a good question,

if you were permitted to ask it.

The police had a valid warrant.

To search her house,
not her garbage.

My motion to exclude
the dead squirrel

on the basis
of an illegal search.

Curtilage?
Did you explain to His Honor

that a garbage can on a sidewalk
is not curtilage?

It was like talking
to a wall, Arthur.

He bought Swift's argument,
even though the house number

was stenciled onto
the garbage can.

Don't tell me Dr. Allison
had an expectation of privacy?

Even if the squirrel's
inadmissible,

we can still prove that
she had cyanide available
to her at the lab.

Let's put our cards
on the table.

On the one hand, we have a woman
who's devoted to saving lives.

On the other,
a man who's devoted

to ripping off
the public.

And that's exactly
why she killed him.

On paper, this
woman looks like

the next best thing
to Mother Teresa.

Except Mother Teresa

never hunted down someone
to kill them.

Wait a minute, Jack,
Dr. Allison insists

she never knew Mapes and Blake
were one and the same.

Everyone who believes that,
raise their hand.

Ask me again,

and I'll have you brought
in for a hearing test.

We never met Mapes.

Because if you said
you did know Mapes,
you realize

that that would be
strong evidence
against your wife.

And you think I'm lying,

in some misguided attempt
to protect her?

Well, getting rid
of Gideon Blake may have been

a very good start.

But that's not
the way she thinks.

Vengeance is not
in her vernacular.

$500,000 could
change that.

Oh, please.
You didn't think
it was odd

that your wife, a highly trained
medical professional,

was spending time
with somebody who claimed

that they could speak
to the dead?

Research doesn't always
take place in a lab.

Archimedes was taking a bath

when he discovered the theory
of volume and density.

The only difference is,

he wasn't charging
$1,000 per bath.

Well... you think Bethany
was in cahoots with Mapes?

She made skeptics believe.

Not all of them.

What do you mean?

A woman called here last week
looking for Bethany,

someone from Blake's group.

She was definitely angry.

At Bethany?
No, at Blake.

Do you remember a name?

I wrote it down somewhere.

When Charlie died,
a girlfriend told me

about Gideon Blake Center.

She said it worked wonders
for her mother-in-law.

So you figured,
what the hell.

Actually, I figured,
what a crock.

I mean, come on,
talking to the dead?

Give me a break.

Charlie was a doctor.

He used to laugh
out loud.

But you tried it, anyway?

Listen, her books--
before I read them...

I wasn't eating,
I wasn't sleeping.

She brought me out
of the darkness.

Bethany Allison was like

the Good Housekeeping
Seal of Approval.

I'm sorry.

It's been a year,
I should be over it.

One of these days,
I'll get used to people
calling me a widow.

How many of Blake's workshops
did you go to?

I was there for
exactly two minutes.

You're kidding.

No, all it took was
one look at Blake--

I knew who he really was.

He had shaved his beard,
but it was him.

Lee Wayne Mapes--
the guy who ripped us off

for a quarter of
a million dollars.

I remembered him
from the closing.

Did you call the police?
I was going to,

but first I wanted
to tell Dr. Allison.

I mean, I felt I owed it to her.

We actually met
right here.

She was shocked,

totally stunned.

I mean, she'd actually fallen
for this guy's act.

And when you told her

that he was a con man

and that you were going
to press charges?

She thanked me.

Then asked me not
to do anything just yet.

So Bethany found out
Blake was Mapes-- big deal.

Doesn't prove anything.

Considering he stole
all that money from her,

a jury might disagree.

Especially when they hear

that your client
had that revelation

just two days
before Blake's murder.

Again with the money?
Come on.

This is a woman
who gives three quarters

of her royalties
to charity.

Besides, she and her husband
are doctors.

They'll make
it back.

I'm offering man one
with a recommendation.

Have you been listening to me?

I just thought
you might want

to discuss the alternatives
with your client.

Sorry, what are we discussing?

You killed a man,
and I'm offering

eight and a third
to 25 years.

Well, if you're referring
to Gideon...

I helped him...
and he thanked me for it.

Excuse me?

I spoke to Gideon this morning,

and he thanked me.

He did what?

Gideon.

Sounded very happy.

Jack?

If this is an act...

Fooled the hell out of me.

My notice papers
will be on your desk

before end of business.

See you in court.

Thank you very much.

I've read
your books.

Did you lose someone?

No. It was just my own research.

I see private patients as well.

People are so scared.

Of what?

Dying.

I thought it was really
the unknown

that they're scared of.

Well, it's my job to assure them
that it's not unknown.

How?

It's just a natural part
of life.

That's true, but that doesn't
make it any less unknown.

I'm in a difficult position
here, Doctor.

I know that my lawyer
thinks I'm insane.

But you don't?

I don't want to go to prison.

How do you deal
with all the death?

Do I have nightmares?

Oh, sure, I do.

But, honestly,
I don't know what's worse,

the nightmare or the phone call
in the middle of the night

telling me that
a six-year-old child has died.

Why did you choose pediatric
oncology as a specialty?

Children shouldn't suffer.

Many people who elect
something like that

do so because of a loss.

All right, that's very good.

My sister.

She was 13 years old. Leukemia.

And the medicine
they gave her just...

made her blow up
like a beach ball.

And she was so beautiful.

And she was in so much pain.

And, to my 12-year-old eyes,
I thought,

this treatment is worse
than the disease.

And when she died, I...

What?

She took a part of me with her.

Where?

I'm not going to get
into a metaphysical dialogue

with you, Dr. Skoda.

There is a heaven.

Let's just leave it at that.

Okay. Then let's talk
about trust.

All right.
What about trust?

You trusted Gideon Blake.

You believed he was
helping his clients.

Then you learned
he was a con man.

People change.

Not only was he a con man,

he was the con man
who conned you.

Dr. Skoda,
I deal with life and death.

Money,
real estate tax shelters--

they are meaningless to me.

What can I tell you?

She's one of the smartest
people I've ever examined.

Warm, compassionate...

You are
still married,
aren't you, Emil?

As long as you
can say she
was legally sane,

I don't care
how warm she is.

Well, she was sane
at the time of the murder.

But?

She pisses me off.

Any rational doctor
with her specialty

knows the emotional
toll it can have.

They take measures
to protect themselves.

You mean
like therapy?

Medical counseling,
religious counseling.

And not some John Edwards,
Dionne Warwick hocus-pocus.

And then to actually use that
as an excuse to commit murder?

Unconscionable.

So you're saying
this is an act?

Yeah. Unfortunately,
this woman is smart enough

and sympathetic enough
to just maybe get away with it.

To be sure, pediatric oncology

is one of the
most devastating

specialties in
all of medicine.

Practitioner is exposed

to repeatedly intense
negative experiences.

Children dying.

That's got
to be emotionally draining.

There is an
ever present
sense of loss.

A loss which
cannot be prevented.

In your opinion, how does
Dr. Allison deal with this loss?

She's constructed an emotional
shield, if you will,

to protect her unconscious
from turmoil.

Does this shield
protect her from
being damaged

by all loss
in all aspects

of her life?

No. That would be impossible.

The psyche is,
if anything, vulnerable.

So, if she lost a large portion
of her life savings,

she would be hurt by that?

Yes.

And she would react?

Actually, she might overreact.

Her professional feelings
of loss could be displaced.

And she might kill the person
who caused the loss?

Yes.

Did Dr. Allison
tell you she communicates

with the afterlife?

Yes.
She sees

dead people, doctor.

Wouldn't you say
a thing like that

can affect her behavior?

Under the legal
definition

of insanity
in this state...

Yes or no, Dr. Skoda.

Yes.

Thank you.

You know, you want

to believe.

Even though you
know it's crazy,

you've got this
little bit of hope.

And that's
why you got involved

with Gideon Blake
in the first place?

Took some pushing,

but what finally
convinced me

was when I heard
that Dr. Allison

was involved.

The defendant?

That's right.

Her books were a godsend.

They helped me
get over the grief

of my husband's
death.

Please tell us
what occurred

when you arrived
at Gideon Blake's house.

I knew him right away.

He was the man who swindled us
out of a lot of money

on a real estate deal.

I knew that a person
like Dr. Allison

wouldn't work with him
if she knew.

So I called her and told her.

What?

That he was a con artist.

A fake.

What did she do?

Please answer
the question,
Mrs. Paget.

Dr. Allison is a good person.

I don't want to...

What did she say

when you told her
Mr. Blake's true identity?

She said to give her time
to deal with it

before I reported him
to the police.

And?

Next thing I knew, he was dead.

Did Dr. Allison say she was
going to kill Gideon Blake?

No. I just thought
she was going
to tell him off.

Tell him she knew who and what
he really was.

Did she tell you
that, as Mapes,

he had ripped
her off, too?

No.

When you heard
that Blake was murdered,

did you go to the police?

No.

Why not?

Because the son of a bitch
deserved it.

You know how my husband died?

He put a hunting rifle in his
mouth and pulled the trigger.

You want to know why?

Because Lee Wayne Mapes
stole everything

he spent his life working for.

Mapes deserved to die.

I just wish it could
have been me who killed him.

Thank you.

A grieving widow who's only
a widow because of Mapes.

The defense couldn't buy
better testimony than that.

It's just
a detour

for the jury.

We'll get them back
on the main road tomorrow.

Which is?

That the great Dr. Allison
killed Mapes

over a pile of money,

her hocus-pocus
about communing

with the afterlife
notwithstanding.

Not everything spiritual
is hocus-pocus, Jack.

Et tu, Serena?

On my last birthday,

I got three gift certificates
to three different psychics.

Which doesn't say much
for your friends.

My point is

is that not everybody
dismisses the spiritual.

It's a pacifier.

Like shrinks are
for your generation,

and bartenders
for your father's?

My old man's bartender
could keep a secret.

Have you read the CV
of Allison's psychiatric expert?

Yeah. I stopped
after the MD from Yale

and the second PhD
from Columbia.

I'm going to get some sleep.

Hey.

Did you have a birthday?

For any doctor,

it's difficult
to lose a patient.

You wonder,
you question yourself,

you pray, you mourn.

But, when your patients
are so young, and so many die,

that is accompanied by a whole
other set of psychoneuroses.

Doctors lose
perspective.

By a loss
of perspective,

you mean
seeing dead people?

I mean needing to see them.

To believe
in a full-blown afterlife

is the only way
you can continue to treat

incurable patients.

And if that belief
was shattered?

That could
have thrown

her into a depression

from which she might
never have returned.

So, when Dr. Allison learned

that Gideon Blake
was a con man...

She had to destroy him.

And if she didn't?

Her self-image,
her self-worth,

her ability
to get up

in the morning
to treat

terminally-ill children,

would have been destroyed.

Do you treat what
you call "at risk" physicians

on a regular basis, Doctor?

Yes.

Any of them
pediatric oncologists?

Several.

And they suffer
from post-traumatic
stress syndrome,

like Dr. Allison?

Yes, but...

Any of them ever kill anyone?

No.

My cousin's

kid had pneumonia.

I went and visited her
at the children's hospital.

That's the day that I crossed
med school off my list.

Bethany Allison may have spent
most of her life being a saint.

It's the time she didn't
that we have to deal with.

I think what
Serena is saying

is that banging
her head

against the futility
of dying children
every day for years

may have knocked
a few screws loose.

Then she
would have claimed

that she was insane
right up front.

She didn't.

The first thing she did

was claim she wasn't involved.

Believe me, if she learned
anything from Blake-slash-Mapes

over the past year,

it's how to pull off
the big con.

This is all an act.

She killed the bum

who ripped her off.

Period. End of story.

Well, I don't envy you,

having to go into court

and prove the saint's a sinner.

No, Arthur.

I only have to prove
that she's not crazy.

Most of my patients are young
children, at an age where

they would be in kindergarten
if they weren't in chemotherapy.

In terms of the larger picture,
is there any national data

on how many pediatric oncology
patients survive?

About 75 to 80 percent.

And in your practice?

About 25 percent.

Does that mean you're not
very good at what you do?

I specialize
in high-risk patients

with advanced stage
neuroblastomas

and Rhabdoid tumors
of the kidney.

So, you've seen hundreds
of children die?

Occupational hazard when you
work with kids with bad cancers.

Much of my day is divided
between trying to lessen

both their physical pain
and their emotional fear.

In other words,
you prepare them for death?

Many children anticipate
a better life after life.

For example?

Henry.

He was about eight years old.

He was in stage four,

and he had the nurse call
me very late one night,

and I rushed to the hospital,
got to his room, sat by him,

and he whispered
to me, he said...

he said, "Dr. B, have them
take me out in an ambulance

with the siren on so that
Isabel will know I'm coming."

Isabel was Henry's roommate
in the hospital,

and she had died
the week before.

What brought you
to Gideon Blake Center

in the first place?

I heard about his work
from a nurse in the hospice.

She said he was involved
in grief counseling

by contacting loved
ones who passed away.

You actually believed
he could do something like that?

Not at first.

But I was researching
all aspects of death and dying,

and if this actually
comforted people,

I really wanted to see it,
to study it, record it.

So, this had nothing to do

with the money
he stole from you?

Oh, no, I had no idea
that he was involved

in my real estate losses.

I never saw him before.

He never saw me before.

And Mr. Blake didn't
mind you observing

what went on
in his sessions?

On the contrary,
he was all for it.

He believed in
what he was doing,

and he thought
that my name

would lend credibility
to the center.

You didn't mind
lending your name?

I did at first.

But what changed?

I watched him work.

He was a faith healer.

He was able to do what
he claimed he could do.

Talk to the dead?

Communicate with the dead--
there's a difference.

He was able to comfort
the grieving, and it was a gift.

So why did you poison him?

To help him make
a peaceful journey

and to avoid the coming pain.

What kind of pain?

The pain of
going to prison

and of losing the ability
to continue his work.

And this peaceful journey,

it was to...?

Heaven.

Thank you, Dr. Allison.

Didn't he deserve
to go to prison

for stealing people's
hard-earned money?

No. He was not that
man Mapes anymore.

He had redeemed himself

through his good works
with the bereaved.

Redeemed himself
or reinvented himself?

I said "redeemed."

Yes, you did, but didn't he
just trade one con for another?

He moved from real estate fraud

to this sham
about an afterlife?

It is real.

I can see the children,
they are safe and happy.

Isn't that sweet?

Objection.

Withdrawn.

You know, I would have
thought they'd be upset.

I mean, they got cheated out
of a lot of life.

Yes, of course.

But when they finally arrive...

No, no, let's just
stick with the time

before they pass away
for the moment.

Do they ever complain... I don't
know, say, how unfair it is?

Yes, of course.

We had one little girl, Angela,

who compared it to the time
that her sister

took her Pooh Bear
and lost it.

Sure, Mom could
find her another one,

but it would
never be the same.

And Angela was mad
at her sister?

Yes.

Mad enough to hit her?

Why, it's human nature.

Of course it is.
When someone

steals something from you,
you get mad.

No, I see where you're going,
I see what you're doing.

True or False, Dr. Allison:

Gideon Blake, a.k.a. Lee Mapes,
convinced you

to invest $500,000

in a real estate deal?

He convinced my accountant;
I never met him.

True or false:

$500,000 was a good portion
of your net worth at that time,

and you lost the entire
amount of your investment?

Yes.

Angela's sister stole her doll,
and she got mad.

Mad enough to hit.

You said it was
human nature.

Did you feel like
hitting Gideon Blake

when he stole your family's
life savings?

Gideon is in a wonderful place.

It's a paradise.

I sent him there,

and I did it for the children.

To be with the children.

Why didn't you pack up
your best-selling books,

your awards, your degrees and
hop on over to the other side?

I mean, a medical professional,
with decades of experience,

has to be better qualified
than a snake oil salesman!

Gideon made people feel better.

I did not.

I failed.

They all died because I failed.

I work and work
and they still die.

Four-year-olds and...

six-year-olds and...
innocent little babies,

they all leave this world alone,
without a mother or a father,

without even a friend or a doll.

And they were alone for so long,
but... they're not anymore,

because Gideon is with them.

And I...
I can see them.

They are happy
and they are safe.

Ask them.

Oh, don't be afraid, Mr. McCoy.

Ask them.

Henry will tell you, Isabel will
tell you, Amy will tell you.

Recess, Your Honor?

Four minutes.

Always have to play
the tough guy, don't you?

Tough has nothing
to do with this.

You feel
for the woman, Jack.

It doesn't
make you weak.

Three minutes.

I could win this case, you know.

Not when the judge
instructs the jury

on the definition
of legal insanity.

Ten years is a long time.

She killed a man.

A scoundrel.

Ten years, or until a panel
of three medical professionals

certifies she's not a threat
to herself or others.

Doctors to be chosen
by my office.

But in the private psychiatric
facility of her choice.

To be approved of by me and
located within my jurisdiction.

One minute.

Done.

I tell the judge.

It's not
a bad thing, Jack.

What?

Having a heart.

What can I say?

Nobody's made of steel,
not even someone with a 160 IQ.

Turns out
neither are you.

What?

It's called
compassion, Jack.

Don't make it a habit,
my friend.

Sometimes the good you do
doesn't do you any good.