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Oh, yes,

I do like that one, too.

Wrap that up, will you, please? Very well.

How about trying on that green thing again, hon? Oh, I love that one,

Richard. I'm gonna hang my coat in the dressing room, Rose.

Hmm.

Now you run along, get changed.

We don't want to waste any more of this young lady's time.

Thank you very much, Louise.

Why don't you let me help you out a little bit?

I must say, Louise, the only thing that looks better is you in that dress or you

out of that dress.

Police! Freeze!

Don't move.

Don't touch a thing.

But I don't know. Oh, yeah, you do.

Miranda is the Lady Louise.

Sorry you won't be able to take that green thing home.

Miss Beeman, all I am trying to do is impress upon you the seriousness of the

situation. Bobby Fisk is a ruthless criminal.

The more you can tell us about his operation, the easier we can go on you.

We're looking after your interests here.

Look, my lawyer will look after my interests just fine.

Larry, what took you?

Afternoon, Arthur.

How are you, Tiffany?

Get me out of here and I'll be fine.

It's been arranged.

Doesn't matter, Reddick. We got our debtor rights.

One briefcase of cash for one briefcase of cocaine.

Come off it, Arthur.

Picking apart your shabby police work is my favorite sport.

You're gonna lose this time, Reddick.

Am I?

And so are you, Ms. Beeman.

Mistresses and mules are expendable.

There's plenty more where you come from.

Let's go, Tiffany.

See you in court.

I doubt it'll get that far.

Tell me I've got nothing to worry about.

This bust is so clean it squeaks.

Wiretaps were authorized.

Surveillance was documented.

Everything in the boutique was on videotape, and there were five

eyewitnesses to the takedown. That is great work, Cobb. Tess.

Four years I've been going after Bobby Fisk, and now I am going to nail him.

Melvin Belli couldn't get this thrown out of court.

Who's going to prosecute? You, of course. I'll wait for Fisk.

But Reddick's right. This is not going to trial.

Why not?

Because when Reddick sees our case, he's going to try to deal.

Tiffany Beeman's drug run is only a small piece of the puzzle.

All the rest are falling into place.

Hello, Dickie. Is that a pistol in your hand, or are you just glad to see me?

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Mag, it's 3 o'clock in the morning.

I... couldn't sleep. I wanted to see you.

I've been on this stakeout for five days, Mag.

And I've been tired.

I needed a break.

A break?

You make this relationship sound like work.

Maybe I should go.

No, no, don't go.

Meg, I just want you to be more... Oh, hell, you know what I mean. Less

dependent.

Am I scaring you off, Dickie?

Can we not talk about this now, Meg?

worry about everything so much.

There is nothing wrong with being a little dependent.

It's good for you.

It's good for everyone.

And so is sleep.

Sleep deprivation is a lethal weapon.

I can see why they use it to break down prisoners of war.

Hey, if you need a date, I know a lot of guys. That I ran into, new case, it's

yours.

Arthur. I know, you're swamped.

Feels more like an ocean than a swamp.

Well, it's a major benefit of laboring in the public sector at a time of social

collapse and economic catastrophe.

But since you're underpaid, it all works out somewhere.

Excuse me.

Oh, Miss Travis is in the interview room, and Tiffany Beeman's arraignment

is still scheduled for after lunch.

Catherine

Travis?

My lawyer?

Uh, no.

No, this is Tess Kaufman from the District Attorney's Office. I'm

Detective Cobb.

Your lawyer's not here yet?

No, not yet.

I was just leaving the hospital.

Excuse me?

I should have waited.

Oh, man.

It's all over.

Miss, uh... Miss, uh... Travis.

Donald Nervous, Public Defender's Office.

Nothing you told these people can be used against you.

What's the complaint here?

DUI, Mervis.

She hit a man with her car.

She tested positive for amphetamines. The man is still unconscious.

I was just leaving the hospital.

Can we deal?

Don't you think it's a little early for that, Mervis?

If your case loads anything like mine, it's never too early.

My career will be ruined.

I'm a third-year resident.

Emergency medicine, county hospital.

You're not kidding, are you?

I want to look into private counsel.

You don't wish to answer questions at this time?

No, ma'am.

Guard! Always a pleasure, Mervis.

Hmm.

I need to get over and interview a new client, but I...

I wanted to talk to you about something first.

Sorry about last night.

Yeah, it's done.

Well, it's been on my mind all morning, and I think we need to do something.

What, go bowling?

Get a palm reading, maybe?

I'd like to go for counseling as a couple.

Counseling?

Marriage counseling?

Mag, we're not married.

Why did I know you were going to react this way?

As far as I'm concerned, we're doing fine.

And I'm worried.

About what?

About myself in this relationship.

I'm a problem solver, Dickie.

It's my nature. I need to take a closer look.

And I need your help.

You have my help.

We don't need anybody else's help.

What are we going to do there anyway?

Things come up.

You talk about them, a counselor makes observations.

Will you do this for me, please?

Okay.

But I am not lying on any couch and talking about sexual fantasies.

I thought there was an arraignment.

Well, Mr. Reddick, wanted to talk.

What's on your mind, Larry?

Look, Arthur, we all know the system's close to meltdown.

I thought we might make a deal, save your time and the taxpayers' money.

You've looked at the police report, all the evidence, and the procedural steps?

Arthur. It's Ms.

Kaufman's case. I'm just supervising.

What kind of deal do you have in mind?

Simple possession, probation.

It's a first offense.

What do you think, Arthur?

That's real good of you, Larry, trying to break the judicial logjam and all.

I'm building a very serious case against your employer, Bobby Fisk. I believe

he's also Ms. Beeman's boyfriend.

If she'd like to help us, we could work something out. That would represent a

conflict of interest for me.

And probably some danger for Ms. Beeman.

Conflict?

Danger?

Let's go, Tiffany.

Do I have to?

I mean, does he have to be my lawyer?

You can choose whatever representation you want. Don't listen to these people,

Tiffany. He's going to have me. He'll kill me.

He's going to kill me, sir.

If I leave here with him, I'm never coming back.

Tiffany, you don't know. Look, I want him away from me.

I want my own lawyer, and I want protection.

Look, I'll give you what you want, but you've got to protect me.

It's my right as a citizen.

We were about to send out a search party, Counselor.

Sorry, another case.

Are we ready to proceed in the matter of the people versus Catherine Travis?

We are, Your Honor.

I see we have new counsel for the defense.

Please arraign the defendant, Ms. Kaufman.

Catherine Travis.

You have been charged with violation of Section 164 of the Penal Code, a felony

for causing great bodily harm while operating a motor vehicle under the

influence of a controlled substance.

Dr. Travis, how do you plead to the charge?

Not guilty, Your Honor.

The plea is entered. What's the people's position on bail, Ms. Kaufman?

Your Honor, the people have no problem with releasing the defendant on her own

recognizance, provided she remain within the jurisdiction of this county.

Ms. Zombrow?

We'll stipulate to that, Your Honor. Very charitable.

The court will now entertain motions.

Not at this time, Your Honor. We'd like to move to trial as quickly as possible.

It looks like I've got one about to fall through.

You'll be notified.

Next case.

Tess, Ben.

Here we go again.

We can't deal on this. I don't want to make a deal.

Yet.

We have to wait to see what happens to the victim.

Oh. He woke up.

About an hour ago.

Uh-oh.

Your new client is Catherine Travis.

Tiffany?

Tiffany's all taken care of. Gold wants to go over the drill.

I'll see you there in a minute.

Tiffany?

Protective custody witness.

And guess who her protector is tonight?

Is she cute?

She's knockout, yeah.

Sorry about this evening, Meg.

It's okay.

Gotta meet with my client anyway.

Man, she's a wacky one. Not as wacky as you may think.

But on that note... What's this? This is the counselor's address.

Got an appointment for one o'clock tomorrow.

I love your enthusiasm.

Kind of ironic.

The guy that I hit ends up in the emergency room I just left.

Looks like he's going to pull through.

It's the only thing that matters, really.

It's part of what matters.

You matter, too.

You and your career.

Yeah.

Me and my career.

Maybe they were all right.

All who?

Right about what?

My family.

And not just the guys.

Why couldn't I just be a nurse?

Why a doctor?

Somewhere it changed from competing to helping people.

And you do a good job.

A good job of screwing up my life.

I hate to think they were right.

That women can't handle the pressure. That every 28 days we start baying at

the moon and turn the real work over to the men.

Keep talking like that and you're gonna lose a damn good lawyer.

Okay.

I

wouldn't

stand there if I were you.

There's no way he would have... No, probably not, but it doesn't hurt to be

safe.

Bobby's probably looking all over for me.

Oh, man, I'm scared.

You'll be all right.

What'd you do before you met Fisk?

I looked good.

What was that, some kind of job?

No, you look good. You don't need a job.

Yeah.

That's always been my problem, too.

What were you, a model or something?

No. I went out with a lot of guys.

They like to have some pretty on their own.

They bought me nice things.

Some even paid the rent.

Hmm.

Kind of sad.

How about Fisk?

Well, he wanted me around permanently.

Look, my mother taught me two things, all right?

Security is number one, and good looks is the key to getting it.

So what's going to happen to me?

That's up to the lawyers.

They get Fisk, you'll walk.

Why, didn't I find a new identity in Fresno, Nebraska?

It's better than a toe tag.

Well, at least I'll still have my looks.

And why did Bobby Fisk want Larry Blanton killed?

Territory.

Blanton controlled a lot of gambling on the north side.

Bobby wanted in.

Blanton didn't want to share, so Bobby ordered Neil to take care of him, and he

did.

You were in the room when Fisk ordered Neil Otto to kill Larry Blanton?

Yeah.

And Neil blew up Blanton's car that night.

Did Neil Otto kill other people for Fisk? Yeah.

Willie Darden and Randy Majora.

I saw him give Neil the order and then he gave him bonuses afterwards.

Am I doing okay?

How do you feel about this? I'm scared.

But I hope I get off.

What?

You've been present while three assassinations were ordered.

Didn't it bother you at all?

Well, I guess, but what was I supposed to do?

Reporting it never crossed your mind?

Probably not.

Look, why don't you just take care of getting your evidence, all right?

That is why we're here.

Okay.

This place is worse than the last time I was here.

Budget cuts.

I'm sure it's the same on your end.

I can't help you much with Catherine Travis.

I think she's a terrific doctor.

You were on duty the night of the accident?

I was in charge of ER.

And Dr. Travis was under your supervision that night?

And the night before.

The night before that, Dr. Brown was in charge.

Catherine had been on call for 54 hours.

How'd that happen?

Two of our residents were sick.

It happens.

How'd she seem to you?

Tired, jumpy, stressed.

Did you think she was taking drugs?

I suspected she was using stimulants, but it never affected her work. When I

tried to talk to her about it, she said she was just worn out.

She has a vacation coming up, so I decided to let her ride.

Too bad.

You know, she probably saved five lives during those 54 hours.

I know you have your job to do, Detective, but we need doctors like

Catherine Travis.

Well, if it's any consolation, she's got the best lawyer in town.

Thanks for your time, doctor.

You're welcome.

Hey,

Bruce.

Sort of makes you wish you went to med school, huh? Yeah, I wish Maggie'd come

down here herself to talk to this doctor.

It's a sign of the great faith she has in you.

Look at this dump.

Excuse me. Can anybody help me here? No wonder the woman was taking drugs.

How do you people do it? You people?

You people who make your living at the public trough.

You don't exactly rub elbows with quality individuals.

I'd probably get loaded myself if I had to hang out around here.

Always good to see you, Bruce.

Does this happen often?

I got hung up at the hospital.

Here.

Um, Dr.

Sigorka Dickie Cobb.

Hi.

Sorry I'm late.

Maybe you don't want to be here.

Oh, I probably don't want to be here, but the fact is I got caught in traffic.

Why don't you want to be here, Mr. Cobb?

Who wants to do this stuff, huh?

I want to do it.

I would like to learn about myself.

And about us.

Okay. Fine.

I'm here.

How are you feeling right now?

I, uh, feel that I can do this because she wants me to.

But I don't see why I have to want to be here.

Or why I should be happy to pay the... What's this cost, anyway?

My fee is $150 an hour.

What? I'll pay for it. What? Do you have issues over money?

Look, we're not starting out very well.

I'm sorry, but I just don't have it for this today, Meg.

All I'm saying is a little bit of that psycho babble goes a long way with me.

Their job is to interpret what we say and do.

You done this before, Meg?

A long time ago.

With another guy?

This is about the money, isn't it? Dickie, I'm in private practice. I make

a good living. I want to pay for this. How much you make a year, Meg?

$250,000, $300,000.

I make $46,500.

It's a big difference.

Could cause big problems.

If we let it.

Dickie, I don't mind sharing my money with you.

And I don't think we would even have a problem if the tables were turned.

What is that supposed to mean?

That maybe there is some macho thing behind what you're saying.

Please.

Oh, things are getting tough. Must be time to go.

No, it is time to go, Maggie.

Because I have a job.

If I don't go do my job, I won't make my 46.5.

Okay?

Ooh.

Trouble in paradise?

Not now, Bruce.

I like Cobb, Maggie.

Despite his apparent failings, I genuinely like the guy, but he's not for

you. I've said it before and I'll say it again.

Get out now.

Why cause yourself more grief?

Crying's healthy, Maggie.

You should do it more often.

The job I hired you for does not include counseling. Don't try it again.

I never thought talking could make you so tired.

Thank you.

Have fun.

Thanks.

I'm getting off tonight?

What time?

Ten.

Great.

What's the catch?

Find Neil Otto.

Who's he?

Bobby's hitman.

Okay, fine.

How's Maggie?

Maggie's okay.

I don't believe you.

We had a little, uh, disagreement.

If you had six weeks, I could tell you about it.

When this is over.

Sure.

When's that gonna be?

For you tomorrow.

So you and that deaf woman are pretty tight, huh?

Yeah, I guess.

Is she a squeeze?

No, definitely she is not my squeeze.

What's her story anyway?

What do you mean?

She's a lawyer.

Yeah, but she's deaf.

You're a deaf lawyer.

You're a good deaf lawyer.

She doesn't have to do that, you know.

The city or the county takes care of you when you're deaf.

I don't think she wanted to be taken care of.

There aren't people like that, you know.

Yeah, but I mean, a lawyer?

All that school, having to deal with all those crumbs?

I don't get it.

You don't get much, do you?

Like you do.

A cop.

What do you know how to do, Tiffany?

Go shopping?

Put on your mascara?

Where do you get off judging people like her?

She judges me.

She comes off with the superior attitude.

You are an accessory to murder.

You could go to prison.

You bet she's got a superior attitude.

Probably to you, too.

Cops alone rent.

Oh, Geddes, thank God.

Anything I need to know? Not only that I am taking my tired, low-rent butt home,

I am putting my beeper in the icebox, and I am tearing my damn phone out of

the wall.

John?

I think I finally know what they mean when they say dog-tired.

I mean, you've probably never been as dog-tired as I am right now.

Know what I mean?

Too tired to see your girlfriend.

Too tired to call her up and tell her how dog-tired you really are.

Way too dog-tired to analyze relationships.

Dr.

Ferguson, how long after the accident did you examine Dr. Travis?

About an hour and a half.

And how would you describe her condition?

Agitated, disoriented. Most of the time, she didn't even seem to know where she

was. And you took a blood test at that time? Yes, I did.

What did you find?

She tested positive for amphetamines.

And would you describe for the jury how that would contribute to her disoriented

condition? As opposed to being intoxicated, Dr. Travis's behavior was a

result of sleep deprivation, combined with the drug that causes prolonged

central nervous system overload. Objection, Your Honor. This is highly

speculative. On the contrary.

Dr. Ferguson is a medical expert, and Dr. Travis admitted her lack of sleep to

the police.

Overruled. Please continue, Dr. Ferguson.

The ongoing use of amphetamines and the attendant disturbance of the sleep cycle

overworks the entire neurological system.

This causes a state of neuropsychosis or delirium that affects judgment and

alters behavior.

And would this also interfere with one's motor skills while operating a vehicle?

Most definitely.

Thank you. Nothing further.

Dr. Ferguson, have you ever worked long shifts in the emergency room?

Yes, I have. And have you known doctors to use amphetamines to remain alert?

Objection, Your Honor.

What doctors may or may not do is irrelevant.

Conditions in the hospital and the conduct of other physicians has great

bearing on my client's behavior.

I'll allow the question, Ms. Zombrow, but let's stay on the playing field.

Dr. Ferguson, have you ever known other doctors to use amphetamines?

Occasionally, yes.

Nothing further.

Hey, not so fast!

Oh, not so fast!

I can't give it to you now, Neil.

You gotta give me a few more days. Oh, you've had all the days you're gonna

get. You're way overdue.

Bobby thinks you're trying to stiff him.

Bobby don't like being stiff.

Don't worry about it.

You never were that pretty anyway.

Not like you, huh, Neil?

Who the hell are you?

I am the cops, Neil.

And you are under arrest.

For roughing up this scum ball?

Up against the car, Neil. You know the position.

I bet you guys got Tiffany Beeman singing like a canary.

Well, that whacked-out bimbo's gonna be worth zilch in court.

Once you find out what we got, Neil, you might want to do a little singing

yourself.

You have the right to remain silent. Anything you say can and will be used

against you.

Dr. Hofer, would you tell the jury how long the average wait is in the

emergency room?

It depends on the injury. An extremely sick person will be seen relatively

fast. How about the average problem, a broken arm, fever?

I'd say about 10 to 12 hours. So at any given moment, you have a great many

people who have been waiting to be seen for a long time.

Objection. Irrelevant.

I'm simply trying to establish the conditions under which my client was

working. Please do so with alacrity, Ms. Zambra.

It sounds very stressful.

How do doctors deal with it?

Well, some turn off emotionally.

Some move on to other fields.

Some try to accept the limitations and do the best they can.

Others take a personal responsibility and try to do too much. You've testified

that Dr. Travis is a fine doctor.

Would you say she fits in this latter category?

Catherine was very affected by what she saw.

She often stayed beyond her shift to treat people who might have had to wait

for several more hours.

With what results?

She helped a lot of people.

And she was constantly fatigued. Thank you.

Nothing further.

Dr. Hofer, do you use stimulants to stay alert on long shifts?

Besides coffee, no.

Are there any other doctors on your staff right now who use stimulants or

amphetamines? Not to my knowledge, but I... Nothing further.

Boy, TV gets worse every year, doesn't it?

I don't watch much.

Got a girl?

Sort of.

What'd she do?

Lawyer.

Moving up, huh?

Better not get divorced. She'll take you for everything you've got.

I'm married.

She's got more than I have anyway.

I'm just a low-rent cop, remember?

I'm sorry about that.

I was mad.

You like being a cop, don't you?

Yeah. Yeah, I do. At times, if you like, you actually make a difference.

I like you.

Even though you're a cop.

I like you just fine.

Oh, boy.

And I like you too, Tiffany. And you were doing one great job for us.

Miss Jillian, are you cold? I'm cold. Turn the heat up a little bit.

What are you doing?

I'm cabin fever. I need to be alone.

You can't do that, Tiffany.

Tiffany, it is dangerous out there.

Okay?

Tiffany. Would you stop calling me that? My name is Jane, all right?

Plain Jane.

Bobby loves Tiffany, so he made me change my name.

Damn him, Tal.

What have I gotten myself into here?

I can't live like this.

The man she hit will recover completely.

No permanent damage.

This shouldn't have happened in the first place.

I agree with you, Ms. Kaufman.

And you have my solemn oath that it won't happen again.

Please let me go back to work.

She'll do rehab, community service, anything but jail.

We can't take a scattergun approach to the law.

There are groups that would close this office if we plead this down to nothing.

I'm sorry.

I'll catch up with you a little later.

I guess

Catherine Travis is a less valuable member of society than that

Tiffany Beeman you're protecting.

Apples and oranges, Maggie.

All I know is that Dr. Travis will do more for humanity in one weekend.

than Tiffany Beeman will do in her entire life.

Does she remind you a little bit too much of yourself, Tess?

Overcoming all those obstacles, working herself to death?

Except she had a little letdown.

Showed a little weakness.

Something Tess Kaufman would never do.

She needs a break, just like all of us.

We're being too hard on each other.

I wouldn't know anything about that.

I'm sorry, Mag.

All right?

But you can kill something by analyzing it too much.

Or you can let it die from not diagnosing it at all.

Being with Tiffany Beeman sort of gives me that feeling.

What?

She's this person whose whole reason for being is to attract men.

And if it doesn't happen, then she's sort of...

No one.

No self-awareness.

I started thinking about all my buddies from high school.

Some of the cops I know.

Some lawyers do.

I don't want to be like any of those people, Meg.

Well, I got news for you.

I appreciate what you're trying to do with all this counseling stuff.

I don't know, maybe this looking at yourself isn't such a bad thing.

Does that mean you'll go back to see Dr. Sigorka or somebody else? And then

you're going to find how unsophisticated I am, and that you only like me because

you're neurotic or something, and you're going to dump me for some high-power

guy.

But we have no fears about this process, right?

Saved by the beeper.

Ah, it's gold.

These things gotta be good for something.

Who is minding the store here, Gold?

Guys like Neil Otto don't bail out.

Bureaucracy's a nightmare. It's falling apart.

What happened?

The regular desk sergeant got sick. A part-time clerk mislaid some documents,

and then Larry Riddick intimidated some dumb new ADA.

Where's Otto?

Nobody knows.

So to play it safe, I want more security on Tiffany.

Starting tonight, right?

And tomorrow.

I'll finish her interviews while you're trying Catherine Travis, and then we

will send her out of town.

Great. Hey.

At least you get to go home.

Before I call the jury, are there any matters to put before the court?

Your Honor, at this time, my client would like to change her plea to guilty

to the charges before this court.

Dr. Travis, are you in agreement with this change of plea? I am, Your Honor.

Does the district attorney's office accept this plea, Ms. Kaufman?

We do, Your Honor. Your Honor, I and my client would like to request immediate

sentencing. Your Honor has a pre-plea report.

Dr. Travis is anxious to settle this matter. I need some time to go over the

information. While Your Honor considers an appropriate sentence for Dr.

Travis... I would like to ask you to keep in mind that during her last 54

hours of work, an average of one gunshot wound per hour was treated. There were

67 stabbings, 23... Thank you, Ms. Zambro.

I'll ask for statements at sentencing.

Court's adjourned.

Me go to junior college.

Get real.

I never even finished high school.

Get learned to trade.

Go to beauty school.

Nursing.

Why not a lawyer?

Lawyer?

You understand a lot, Cobb, but there's plenty you don't get at all.

Why do you sell yourself short?

What do you think, Gaddis? I think I'm hungry.

Where the hell's the food?

I think if I eat any more of this crap, I'm going to need a stomach pump.

Get out!

Gaddis! Ah!

Not this time. Not until old Neil here sings his heart out to the DA.

Isn't that right, Neil?

The people ask to be heard before your honor pronounce a sentence.

Go ahead, Ms. Kaufman.

Your honor, I have prosecuted this case with an increasingly heavy heart.

Dr. Travis is a dedicated public servant.

who was not intoxicated for her own pleasure, but was exhausted from trying

to do more than is humanly possible.

There is certainly a case for giving her probation, and there is an equally, if

not more, compelling case for incarcerating her for a crime that has

brought grief to so many and cannot be tolerated.

Today, our social system is stretched to the point where it threatens to fail

completely.

People who cannot afford insurance and services get less care than animals.

Criminals, as in a case currently before my office, are being released because of

bureaucratic errors and lack of qualified personnel.

After serious reflection, I have concluded that we cannot afford to

lose people like Dr. Travis.

either to incarceration or to exhaustion.

I therefore ask the court to grant the defense's request for probation,

counseling, and community service so that Dr. Travis may continue the work

to which she has selflessly dedicated herself.

Thank you.

I heard what happened.

Are you okay?

Yeah.

I don't know how they found the place.

We'll never know.

Where's everybody?

Tiffany is in the hospital.

Ditto for Gaddis.

They'll both be fine.

Otto's partner is dead.

Neil Otto himself is in the jail ward of County Hospital.

And Gold is over there now taking his statement.

You okay?

Really?

I'm going to relax tonight.

You ought to do the same.

One more hour, and you're done.

I heard about what you did with Catherine Travis.

The press is going to crucify you.

What made you think it was the right thing?

Maggie is smart.

See you tomorrow.

One more hour.