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[Lewis] Hey! Get back here!

[dog barking]

[panting]

[Lewis and Kellerman panting]

[cans clattering]

[gasping for breath]

[metal rattling]

Get your ass on the ground!

Oh! [struggling grunts]

Argh! Oh!

[struggling grunts]

[Kellerman groaning]

[grunting]

Aah! Waah!

[grunts angrily]

[heavy thud]

[coughing]

He got away.

[panting] Good.

[theme music playing]

Oh! I need more layers.

Oh, come on, Munch. It's not that cold.

You're a woman. You've got, like,

nine extra layers of fat under that skin.

I'm a bone-thin male.

The cold cuts through me like a [indistinct].

[laughing] Yeah, why are you so thin?

I consume 1,500 calories a day, no fat, no salt,

and aside from the odd bender I go on occasionally,

I don't drink with as much verve as I once did.

You see, I'm pacing myself. I want to live forever.

1,500 calories a day, huh? That's no way to live.

Yeah, well, when you're in a nursing home,

drooling into a cup, and using a bath mat for underwear,

you'll wish you lived more like I did.

So you prefer quantity to quality, hmm?

All junkies do.

You know something. I may be in a nursing home,

but I will have drunk great wine,

eaten great food, and lived a great life.

And I'll be 100 years old,

observing all the wondrous advances that mankind

will surely achieve.

Sure, but all your closest friends will be part

of the water table, as you while away the years

playing virtual canasta.

You know, not everyone shares your bon vivant attitude.

Lives of quiet desperation can be very appealing.

I mean, look at Kay.

She's satisfied with her solitude, and her profession.

She needs no one to complement her ascetic,

yet satisfying lifestyle.

[Munch scoffs]

[ship horn blares distantly]

Well, hmm?

Let's go get a double cheeseburger with mayonnaise.

[siren wailing]

- Hey. - Hey.

I first spotted it around noon.

Swung back around 15 minutes later, and he's still there,

sitting in the same position.

Well, is there any sign of a cause?

- Injury, OD? - Nothing.

Then what exactly makes you think this is a homicide?

[scoffs] Take a look in the back seat.

[Bayliss] Ugh! Blood!

Usually a sure-fire sign

that somebody did something to somebody.

Ah! Except for, his body...

Doesn't have any blood on it.

[Pembleton] Why do people choose cloth seats?

Look how they absorb stains.

Leather's the way to go, for precisely this reason.

I agree.

Oh...

So, is there any ID?

There's no wallet,

but the car's registered to Nikki Brandt.

Yeah. Was it reported stolen?

Nope.

[Bayliss] Hey, Scheiner.

- You done? - Yeah.

Then get outta here.

So, Doc, you gonna page me when you got something?

I always do.

Okay.

Maybe the guy in the car got stung by a bee.

Oh. You can't die from a bee sting, can you?

Oh, yeah. Sure you can.

You allergic to anything?

[Bayliss] Uh, strawberries give me a rash, but...

[Pembleton] You get stung by a bee once,

and your skin swells up, maybe you run a low fever.

But it happens again, boom!

Your heart stops beating. That's it, out of game.

[scoffs]

What do you want us to do, Frank?

Roust every hive in the neighborhood?

Oh, no. No. I'm not saying that the guy got stung by a bee.

I'm saying it's a possibility.

Hmm.

"To bee or not to bee," hmm?

[knocking] Ah!

[knocking gently]

[Nikki] Go away, Angel. I ain't gonna open it.

Uh, we're Detectives Bayliss and Pembleton, Baltimore PD.

[Nikki] He with you?

[Pembleton] Nobody's with us. Um, we found your Mustang.

[Nikki scoffs] Just tell me he's dead.

Well, who's the "he" that you're referring to?

Who's Angel?

[Nikki] My boyfriend.

Uh, we found a deceased person in your vehicle,

but we haven't made a positive ID yet.

We do, however...

have this.

[paper rustles]

[Nikki] His real name is Gabriel Slayton.

[locks rattle]

Angel, Gabriel, get it?

When did you last see him?

[sighs heavily]

This morning.

[sniffles]

We had sex,

breakfast,

and then he beat me up for asking when he'd be home.

[Bayliss] Did he steal your car?

He took what he wanted.

Do you know where he was headed?

To see his partner.

And what's this individual's name?

He's called MC.

And why was Angel going to see MC?

MC'd been ripping Angel off,

and he went to even the score.

[man] You okay in there, Nikki?

Give me one minute.

I called some friends to come over after he left,

in case he came back.

He won't be back, ma'am.

We can promise you that.

It just figures, you know.

The last time he touches me,

and it'll probably leave a mark.

[Nikki sighs tearfully]

[somber music plays]

Gabriel Francis Slayton,

aka Angel, 22,

narcotics, B&E,

assault, attempted murder,

armed robbery.

Spent more time in jail and juvie

than he did in the free world.

Well, that's one angel that ain't gettin' into heaven.

Just what the world needs, another dead five-time loser.

Well, maybe that's exactly what the world needs.

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't know, what was what you said supposed to mean?

Not the same thing you meant.

Well, how do you know what I meant,

if I didn't even know what I meant?

Besides, I was just talking.

Can't a guy just talk?

Yeah, a guy can talk,

if he keeps insisting on it.

Well...

You still got a little bit of redneck in you, don't you?

No, I don't have any redneck in me.

A scumwad who beats the piss out of his girlfriend is dead.

I weep for him.

[office din]

[Munch sighs]

What?

Why are you hovering?

I'm incredibly curious.

About what?

About whose lips you were locked with this morning.

Get to work, Munch.

Come on, Kay. After years of speculation and innuendo,

you're caught groping with Antonio Banderas' cousin.

I mean, is it serious?

It's private.

Kay, he wrote down the license.

He'll find out.

[scoffs] Not from me.

[sighs]

[Lewis groaning]

[gasp of pain]

[Lewis sighs]

[siren wails briefly]

Find a tree.

Hide behind it.

One squad car?

We're trying to arrest King Kong,

and that's what you order for back-up?

Hey, Wolsky pulls that rag-doll stuff again,

we'll blast him, all right? We'll fire at will.

Oh, yeah, in a crowded pool hall, that's a great idea.

Well, what do you want us to do?

Get QRT on this, for one man?

We'll be the laughing stock of the whole HQ.

Well, what makes someone go berserk like that,

that they drop a 32-inch TV on their father's head

while he's sleeping?

Who knows? Who knows.

The guy ain't wrapped too tight.

You seriously think he's gonna come back here today?

Him and his daddy own this joint, man.

He ain't got no place else to go.

Hey, hey, hey.

Here comes our man-child now.

Let him get in.

[shrill whistle]

[country music playing]

[song lyrics playing on radio]

[patrons shouting]

[fighting grunts]

Stay down!

Whoa!

[sighs]

[chuckling] Maybe we should tranquilize him,

like they do the rhinos on Wild Kingdom.

Take that a way.

How long has MC lived here?

Uh, a year or so.

I thought he was out of town,

until I heard all the hullabaloo this morning.

Yelling, screaming.

Damn key doo-dad!

[Bayliss] Looks like somebody broke in.

[low creaking]

[ominous music plays]

[Bayliss] Mr. Gooden, it's the police.

Well...

Mr. Gooden?

[*]

[Pembleton] Hey, check this out.

It's alphabetical.

[eerie music plays]

[sighs]

Like I said, a real hullabaloo this morning.

Hmm. Well,

whoever was shot here lost a pint, maybe more.

Hmm.

I should never have let MC talk me out

of the cleaning deposit.

He said he was anal-retentive about dirt.

I thought that was a nice quality to have in a tenant.

Law-abiding is better.

[beeper beeping] Oh!

Oh, it's Scheiner.

Phone?

Great.

Caught it during the prelim exam.

It appears Slayton made a visit to an ER recently.

He was shot, and sewed up right below the testicles.

This wound is the source of all the spilled blood

in MC's apartment, and the back seat of the car.

Well, what are we doing, looking at this man's groin for?

Why couldn't you just sum this up in a report or something?

[Pembleton] Could this wound have killed him?

From the gunshot? No.

He died of massive internal bleeding.

Hmm.

Look. [sighs]

A guy gets shot, a guy dies, right?

The two are not mutually exclusive.

[horn honking]

Okay, I got it.

Patients treated for gunshot wounds at area ERs

- in the last three days. - A long list, I'll bet.

Yep, with Gabriel, AKA Angel Slayton

right there in the middle.

Madison Medical Centre, 10:40 a.m. this morning.

- Hmm! - Get over there.

Okay.

No sign of Wolsky?

No, Lieutenant, but he's not going far.

And you know that, because?

Because he's just another idiot with only one oar in the water.

[Lewis] Idiot? What?

The guy's a little crazy, all right?

- We all a little crazy. - Oh, you gotta be kidding me!

Wolsky threw you for a forward pass in that alley,

and then drops you on your butt in the pool hall.

- Are you gonna defend him? - Yeah, okay. All right.

So what? The guy's mentally tweaked. Is that his fault?

Would the two of you mind taking this out of my office, please?

Dropped you on your butt, too. I didn't notice you...

[Munch sighs heavily]

Aww, tried to make another obscene call

on the internet, eh?

No, I'm trying to run a DMV on that fellow's Corvette,

but they're telling me it's inaccessible.

John, why are you so obsessed with Howard's private life?

[sighs] ‘Cause she never had one before,

but the fact that she's trying to keep it secret now

is driving me nuts.

Hey, John? Any luck?

[doctor] Probable hit-and-run. BP is 100 over 60.

[patient] Get your hands off me!

[Dr. Wystan] Start an IV, give him a litre of Ringer's lactate.

- [patient] Let me go! - Excuse me,

uh, looking for a Dr. Wystan.

- That's her. - [doctor] On my three. One...

[patient snarling]

[Dr. Wystan] No breath sounds, left side.

[patient] Get your hands off me, you slut!

[groaning]

[nurse] His O2 is dropping.

[patient] Oh, you just want to touch me, you slut!

[Dr. Wystan] He's got a pneumothorax.

Scrub him.

I'm gonna need a 40 French chest tube, and a scalpel.

[machine beeping]

[Dr. Wystan] Get the Pleur-evac ready.

[nurse] Coming up.

[Dr. Wystan] Scalpel.

Argh! You whore!

[Dr. Wystan] Tube!

Get ready to lift him up.

Sherman, where's the Pleur-evac?

Okay, okay!

[patient screaming]

[patient snarling]

Ow! Ah!

You whore!

[long, drawn-out screaming]

My mother wanted me to be a doctor.

"Why couldn't you save a life every once in a while?"

That's what she still says.

But I'll tell you something, watching Dr. Wystan work,

I can see what my mom meant.

Ah...

Yeah, you were there. You were there.

You saw with your own eyes, Frank.

That guy was gonna die, and she brought him back.

She brought him back. She used her own hands,

and it was amazing, man.

It was like she was doing God's work.

How can we compare?

[gurney rattling]

[machine beeping]

I'm sorry. I know you've been waiting.

Oh, no, no, it's-- it's fine. You've been busy.

Yeah. Since they closed the only other trauma center

within ten miles of here,

we ought to be handing out frequent-suture awards!

[chuckling]

What you and I do is different.

It doesn't make us any less amazing.

Wow! What it must be like, for her,

at the end of the day, you know?

Feel that satisfied, invigorated.

Invigorated.

[sighs] I understand you had questions about another patient.

Yes, Gabriel Slayton. He came in at around 11.

You'll have to be more specific.

He was hit in the groin area.

Ah! Severed femoral artery. Yeah, how is he?

He's dead.

Not from that injury.

We were there less than an hour.

- We saw her save someone's life. - Right.

The other half of the time, the patient dies.

How do you think Dr. Wystan feels, then?

We may be looking at a homicide charge.

Does that mean you caught whoever shot him?

No, not yet, but we're-- we're close.

She goes home as exhausted, as worn out, as the rest of us.

I know you're busy, but, uh,

is there anything more you could tell us about the injury?

Well, by the time we got him, he'd suffered considerable

blood loss and tissue damage,

but we were able to do some good repairs,

and close up the artery.

He appeared to be in fine shape.

I was just making a-- you know, an observation...

- [Pembleton] We put a killer away. Huh? - ...Frank, an observation.

A violent man, who, had he stayed out on the streets,

would've killed four more in the next month alone.

That's saving lives!

How about... how about um, his mental state?

It was agitated, and uh, impatient.

Out of control.

Rude.

Did Mr. Slayton tell you how he was wounded?

No, but it was fairly obvious

that it was during the commission of a crime.

Really? How is that obvious?

Oh, look, we get about 30 patients a day in here,

and at least a quarter of 'em come in as a result

- of criminal activity, as either victim or perpetrator. - [Bayliss] Right.

And I've gotten pretty keen about determining which is which.

How did Slayton get released?

He didn't. He left without permission.

He probably had a record a mile long.

[Dr. Wystan] Sherman is working a double. He's overtired.

Um, do you have any more questions,

because I-- they have patients waiting.

No, I think that's it.

We may want to talk to you a little bit later.

Okay. Well, you can find me here.

I'm always here.

We just don't get the credit doctors do.

- We don't get the attention. - Right, right, okay.

Just forget I said anything about it, okay?

- You want glory? - Forget it.

Huh?

Go work at ER. Homicide's fine by me.

Ah...

Who cares?

She's hiding something.

And I don't blame her.

A fishbowl like this?

This ain't no place to bare your soul.

If not here, where? If not us, who?

We're her closest friends.

You see, that's where you're messing up.

We may work 12-hour shifts together,

but in the final analysis, at the end of the day,

we don't know jack about each other.

- Third time a charm? - [Lewis] What?

[Kellerman] Crusher has returned to the nest.

[tense music plays]

[branches rustle]

[police radio chatter]

[dog barking]

[*]

Peter Wolsky!

You remember us? Baltimore City Police.

[Wolsky panting]

Would you please let us arrest you now?

[Kellerman] What are you doing, Peter?

Digging up my mother.

Your mother?

I want to bury her next to Daddy.

[Wolsky sobbing]

We can take care of that for you.

You could?

Yeah, sure. It's all part of our motto.

"To protect and serve."

But you just-- you gotta let us arrest you, now.

You come peacefully. All right?

[Wolsky gasps]

[shaky sobs]

[whispers] Okay.

[panting]

[Lewis] Top of your head, please.

[handcuffs clicking]

Let's go. Get up.

[Wolksy sniffles]

[dog barking]

MC got back a half-hour ago, dropped off by a cab.

Carried a bunch of bags with him.

God only knows what was in ‘em.

You stay here.

Police!

[tense music plays]

Frank?

Look at this.

Spic and span.

[Pembleton] Except for the bullet hole.

[Bayliss] Okay.

Come on.

Go to the backyard, all right?

- Do you hear that? - [muffled singing]

Yeah...

[man singing song lyrics]

[man singing]

Don't move.

I-- I ain't moving!

[Bayliss] Don't. Put that stuff down.

Please, don't-- don't-- don't shoot.

I-- I-- I was just cleaning.

[Pembleton] Turn around!

You came back to your place,

and cleaned up the evidence

because you like things neat, is that it?

I didn't know it was evidence.

But you knew you'd shot someone?

Well, accidentally, yes.

But, you don't understand.

I caught Angel red-handed.

[Pembleton] Doing what?

Breaking and entering.

Wait. Your partner in burglary was burglarizing you?

[sighing] We had a system.

He'd go out and do the ugly work, the robbery,

burglary, warehouse rips, whatever,

and I catalogued everything, set up an inventory,

- and then sold it. - And he got greedy?

No, paranoid.

He thought I was holding out on him.

Right, you were, and you shot him.

Look, Angel had the gun.

He was gonna shoot.

I-- I lunged for the gun, we struggled.

It went off.

[Pembleton chuckling]

This is how I see things.

You were shorting our hard-working Mr. Slayton,

and he confronted you with it.

You went for the gun,

but being from the white-collar side of the partnership,

you could not hit the broad side of a barn!

You aimed for the chest, and you shot him in the groin.

- But the intention's the same. - [Bayliss] Mm-hmm.

If I wanted to kill Angel,

why would I have driven his sorry ass to a doctor?

You drove him to the hospital?

In Nikki's car.

And when I saw him last, he was his same,

healthy, sour self.

He went so far as to get in a fight, right there at the hospital.

- With whom? - Some male nurse.

Kicked his butt.

Good. Okay. Okay.

Good.

[door slams]

So...

what's MC stand for?

Mr. Clean.

[sighs]

Didn't exactly hear a statement of guilt.

Ah, we'll let the State's Attorney type that up.

Maybe. But I just got a call.

Danvers says the lawyer representing the victim's mother

is naming an accomplice.

In a civil suit.

Mrs. Slayton used to be a nurse.

Yeah?

She thinks the shot to the groin wouldn't have killed her son.

She claims the hospital as complicit in the murder of Gabriel Slayton.

But the hospital didn't shoot him. He did!

He shot him, but he didn't kill him.

If someone at the hospital is negligent, I wanna know.

I wanna know, Bayliss. I wanna know.

Lieutenant, the hospital is in no way or fashion

complicit in Gabriel Slayton's death.

Then why are you settling with the dead man's mother?

It's a nuisance suit,

and I don't need the publicity or the litigation.

I'm trying to build a trauma ward,

and that means soliciting benefactors,

and, oddly enough, people are less apt to donate

money to a hospital that gets named in highly public wrongful-death suits.

Just because you blink, doesn't mean we have to.

I don't care about your budget problems.

I still have two detectives investigating a homicide.

I understand that.

Do you?

A quiet investigation is all I ask.

Look, I'll ask them to whisper, but I'll expect full cooperation

from your staff, and your employees.

- Of course. - Thank you.

[sighs]

[distant shouting]

He's a paranoid schizophrenic.

Not a textbook case, but it's close enough

for the court to diagnose.

Look at him, rocking like that,

rocking back and forth, like he's rocking himself to sleep.

[Kellerman] It's a joke that this bastard's not gonna have to answer for what he did.

He killed both his parents, and now he's gonna get to go

to some nice, cozy loony bin, weave baskets all day,

and get the best drugs our tax money can buy.

[Lewis] Oh, he's already paying for what he did.

He got nobody in the world gives a damn about him.

Nobody's gonna visit him.

Nobody's gonna sing happy birthday to him.

It's like a slow death.

What are you weeping for John Wayne Gacy here for?

He's a sicko killer. Screw him!

I'll tell you why.

The last time I saw my brother, Anthony,

he was wearing a coat just like that one.

[Kellerman sighs]

So, you had a crazy brother?

Still do. He lives at Sheppard Pratt.

- [Kellerman chuckling] - What's so funny?

I don't know. It's just-- you know, you and I have been partners now

for a little over four months, and you know,

I mean, you know I've tried to quit smoking 50 times.

You know all the sordid details of my divorce.

You know I sleep every night on a pillow

covered with my favorite cartoon characters.

[Lewis chuckles]

And-- and you didn't have the common decency

to mention that you had a brother, Anthony,

let alone a crazy brother.

I never should've opened my mouth. It just slipped out.

- Do you visit him? - Once.

[Kellerman] Once? When was that?

Christmas, 1978.

Oh, so you guys are really close.

I'm gonna knock you out.

He just made hard things harder, you know?

He just-- always causing trouble for the family,

you know, being nuts, and all.

I mean, did he ever hurt anyone?

Oh, yeah. Yeah, he hurt people.

He used to beat up all the neighborhood kids.

He used to set people's pets on fire.

He almost burned our building down half a dozen times.

When did you commit him?

Eh, must have been about 20 years ago.

Yeah, yeah, we were still living at Lafayette Courts.

Came home from school one day, you know,

I must've been about 14 years old, you know,

and I came home, and there he was,

sitting on that window ledge.

He-- he always used to do this, see,

try to kill himself on me.

Anyway, so I come home, and I see him on the ledge.

He sees me, he goes to make his move,

and then I normally would try to stop him,

but only, this time I didn't.

What? You let him fall?

[Lewis sighs]

He broke his hip, broke his collar bone,

and broke both his legs.

It's amazing he didn't die.

Yeah, I know.

I was just hoping that he would.

[office din]

Munch, what the hell are you doing?

Investigating.

I'm looking for a love letter or a floral card,

or any kind of evidence that'll lead me

to Kay's secret smoocher.

I'm using all my skills as a homicide detective

to uncover his identity.

I think what you're doing is called an illegal search.

Yeah, right.

But what if she comes in and sees you?

I'm not stupid, Megan, I know she left for the day already.

No, she didn't.

Hey, Sarge, um, you haven't seen my dreidel, have you?

Get your coat, Munch. Come with me.

- Let me explain. - No.

Let me explain.

My personal life is off-limits to the squad room.

All right? I learned my lesson when I was dating Ed Danvers,

and you were the biggest sinner.

The jokes, the gossip...

I can't disagree with you, Kay, but that was the old me.

- The new me is... - Is worse. Look, Munch.

I know you may find this hard to accept,

but I believe in secrets, hmm?

I believe we have to have truths about ourselves that we keep

from our colleagues,

our neighbors, our loved ones.

I don't want any one person knowing everything about me.

I want you to have a few pieces of the puzzle,

Gee a few pieces. My sister. You see?

[sighs] Kay, every day, all we do is ferret out secrets.

It's our job.

Not today, Munchkin.

I'll make a deal with you.

You tell me who the mystery Casanova is,

and I'll tell you...

the deepest, darkest secret of my life.

I don't want to know your deepest, darkest secret, John.

It'd keep me up nights.

[Munch sighs]

[nurse] Young guy, big. Yeah, I remember him vaguely.

Did you participate in Mr. Slayton's treatments?

No, I was dealing with a head-on collision.

It was just Dr. Wystan, and Nurse Sherman with him.

Oh.

I was working in the area over by the trauma room.

I heard a scuffle.

I came in, I saw Sherman on top of the patient.

I helped pull him off. Dr. Wystan was there.

Was there a moment that you're aware of when either the doctor

or the nurse was alone with the patient?

Yes, at one point Dr. Wystan was alone with him,

and at another point Sherman was,

but that's nothing out of the ordinary.

- [drink can clattering] - Here.

I heard about the mother filing suit against the hospital.

Right. We live in a-- in a litigious age.

People come in here DOA,

and their families wanna believe that there was something

that could've been done,

and that you, as the doctor, should've done it.

Now, why do you think that Slayton died?

He needed to rest.

The last thing he should have been doing is business as usual.

Do you think that there was anything that anyone here

could have done that might have led to Slayton's death?

[sighs]

We had about a dozen patients or so waiting at the time.

I left Nurse Sherman to finish up the procedure.

What, could there have been any purposeful wrongdoing?

- Mm-hmm. - I doubt it.

We were informed that Mr. Slayton got into a fight with you.

Now, it' s odd to me that you didn't mention that yesterday,

when you were, um, eavesdropping.

Oh, he was arrogant, all right.

He had a problem with authority.

Hmm. So he takes a swing at you. Did you hit him back?

I didn't get a chance to.

I was dismissed by Her Royal Highness.

You got some kind of problem with Wystan, too?

Look, I gotta get back before she notices that I'm gone.

[Bayliss] Have you and Nurse Sherman ever had conflicts?

I don't know that you would qualify them as conflicts.

We have our differences.

Oh. What? Poor performance, tardiness,

personality clash, what?

Sherman is harsh in his views.

Judgmental, I guess you'd say,

and patients tend to pick up on this,

and it's proven troublesome before, so...

Oh, and is that why he got in a fight with Slayton?

Yeah, I should've mentioned that when we first spoke. I'm sorry.

[Bayliss] Well, why didn't you?

Because I didn't think it mattered.

Because Sherman was textbook perfect in his treatment of Slayton.

He was first-rate.

Well, I understand the hesitation.

No one wants to incriminate a colleague.

[carts rattling]

Hospitals are so noisy.

[Sherman] This is not a smart move, pulling me away

in the middle of a shift.

You left the ER understaffed.

Well, I wouldn't worry about it. We made sure you were covered.

By whom?

We didn't ask.

If those patients do not get proper care,

I will not be to blame.

No. But we believe that Gabriel Slayton received

less than adequate care when you were on duty.

I am the best nurse in that hospital, by far.

I know more about medicine than most of those doctors,

including Kate Wystan.

Do you realize that, uh,

there's been several people at the hospital

that made complaints about you?

I'm not surprised.

Some of my co-workers still have a problem seeing

a Black man on the other end of a syringe,

if you know what I mean.

Maybe you're the one with the problem.

Thousands of Slaytons out there,

and you choose to badger a hard-working professional, like myself.

You think maybe you got this backwards?

We could be talking with Gabriel instead,

if he were alive.

I took an oath.

When I am on my job, I do my job. Well!

And when you're drawing blood from a gangbanger,

you don't make finding his vein a little more difficult

than it actually is?

You don't maybe jab the syringe a little harder than you would

for a tax-paying homeowner, a professional like yourself?

I treated Slayton like I would any other patient.

You didn't do anything different?

He was bleeding all over me!

I considered the source, and I double-gloved. That's it!

[Pembleton] And Slayton took offense?

- Yes. - [Pembleton] As well he should've.

Why, because I'm protecting myself?

No, because he sensed your disdain.

I grew up with kids like Slayton.

Same neighborhood, same block,

same building,

but did I turn out like that? No.

I stayed in school.

I got a job.

I put myself through college,

through nursing school,

and I will do the same with med school,

and I will become a doctor.

And for what?

So I can put in 70-hour weeks

to keep the Gabriel Slaytons of the world alive,

- and breaking the law? - You hated him?

- Him, particularly? - [Pembleton] You wanted him dead?

No.

I am just sick and tired of seeing African Americans

dying at the hands of other African Americans,

so I swung at the son-of-a-bitch.

You told me you didn't.

Well, I did.

[Pembleton] You messed up, somehow, some way.

You did or didn't do something so that kid,

that 22-year-old kid,

whom you had never laid eyes on before, would die.

Look, I am not the only person there with issues.

- Meaning what? - Mean--

[sighs]

Meaning, ever since Dr. Wystan's husband

got the crap beat out of him at an ATM,

even the Mother Teresa of Madison Medical Center

has a problem dealing with the criminal element.

[sighs]

[Bayliss] When was he robbed?

Two weeks ago.

They got $200, and he got kicked in the face

so hard he may lose an eye.

Oh, and they broke his arm, too.

Are you saying...

[tense music plays]

That the doctor misperformed?

No, I am not saying that.

Then what the hell are you saying?

Huh?

That I've seen her do better work.

[horn honking]

What you grinning about?

It's a secret.

[hospital din]

You know, there's a candy and soda machine down the hallway.

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

You, uh... you've been here before?

Yeah, uh-huh. I was here a long time ago.

Oh, excuse me, Dr. Battey?

Yes. Uh, Mr. Lewis?

Right. How you doing?

Battey. [chuckling] I'm sorry.

It's just a funny name, you know, especially working in a place like this.

I know. I know.

Look, Mr. Lewis,

this may not be the best time to visit Anthony.

Why not?

[sighs]

What? He-- he knows I'm here, right?

- Yeah. - He knows who I am, and everything?

Yes, yes, but, um...

But what?

[sighs]

But he doesn't wanna see me?

No. I'm sorry.

He doesn't want to see me?

[chuckling] That's very funny.

- Thank you, Doc. - Yeah.

He doesn't want to see me.

That's very funny.

[somber music plays]

[knocking lightly]

[Bayliss] Ah, Mr. Wystan?

Yes.

[Pembleton] Sorry to bother you this late. We're from Homicide.

Homicide, huh?

Yes. We need to ask your wife some questions

about a patient she treated.

Well, uh, sit down.

Can I get you anything? Some coffee, or--

- No, thank you. - Uh, listen, about what time is your wife gonna get home?

They said at the hospital that she'd finished her shift.

Well, she had to pick up Lily at daycare, and some groceries.

- [Bayliss] Ah. - Obviously, I'm still not able to drive, so...

[Bayliss] Oh, you got jumped, huh?

Yeah. When you said you were the police,

I thought that was why you were here.

I thought maybe you'd caught the guys.

[Pembleton] They didn't make an arrest?

No. Probably won't.

Oh. It must've been very unfortunate.

Well, I was knocked unconscious for about three minutes,

uh, mild concussion, broken arm.

Still don't know if I'll lose the vision in my eye.

- Kate was pretty shaken by it-- - [Dr. Wystan] Hi!

- Oh, here they are. - [Lily] Daddy!

Hi, honey. Whoa!

- I drew you a Valentine, Daddy! - Look at that.

She made you the best Valentine!

Mm, listen, these men are detectives, they wanna--

Yeah, we've met.

We-- we had a conversation with Derek Sherman this afternoon.

Detectives, there was a three-car pile-up,

and there were eight people injured.

I'm with my family. That-- can't we wait until tomorrow?

Um, actually, it can't.

Right, we need to talk to you now.

In private if we could, please?

- [sighs] I'm sorry. - Lily? Come on.

- Let's-- let's go in the living room. - I'm hungry, Mom.

Oh, we'll eat soon, honey. Spaghetti.

- Come on. Show me what you made. - Bye.

[sighs heavily]

Listen, I really think you're making a mistake about Sherman.

I mean, he has his faults,

but he didn't do what you're saying he did.

He really does care. Just put it over there, please.

Well, we're not accusing him of anything, Doctor.

He wasn't arrested. We brought him in for questioning.

Oh. Oh, good.

I'm really sorry about your husband's injuries.

- Yeah. - Yeah.

How long will that be before he's able to see

out that eye, or before you know?

- Six weeks. - [Bayliss] Oh.

And the saddest thing is that he loves to read,

both to himself and to Lily,

and he can't now, from the headache.

Were you there when it happened?

No. No, I was waiting in the car.

[Bayliss] Did you see who hurt your husband?

Well, they ran by, but...

I thought you guys were Homicide detectives.

We are.

- Were you able to identify the suspect? - No.

Could Slayton have been one of 'em?

Why are you asking me this?

How many patients did you treat that day?

20? 30?

- At least 40. - You must have been tired.

- No more than usual. - You must have been rushed.

I gave Slayton the best treatment that I could

in the time that I had,

and it would have been a lot easier if he had cooperated.

Well, a lot of your patients have been uncooperative.

Do a lot of them speak terribly to you, like the--

the homeless guy the other day? Hmm?

Excuse me?

Did Slayton say something to you, something upsetting?

Patients say a lot of things when they're in pain.

Well, what did Slayton say?

He said, "Hurry up, bitch, I've got business."

And is that when you decided?

-"Decided?" - Yeah.

Decided, “to hell with trying to save a violent, incorrigible thug.”

You know, even if he had gotten the best care

modern medicine has to offer, he would have died anyway.

From that wound? How?

That same kid has probably been in my ER maybe ten times before.

I may have even patched him up, the last time.

Who could tell?

Because if it wasn't him, it was somebody exactly like him.

All day long, I stitch and re-stitch,

to send 'em out into the world to shoot and be shot,

or hurt somebody else's husband.

[sighs] So what does it matter

whether I tie that last thread, you know?

One way or another, it comes undone.

So maybe I didn't do my absolute best.

I left it in the hands of God.

And He made the call.

Um...

you realize that you just confessed to murder, Doctor?

No, no, no. That is not what I meant to say at all.

I didn't... I did enough for him.

I did enough!

It's not the same thing as murder. It's not.

It's not murder.

It's not the same thing. It can't be.

It is.

Yeah.

Oh, my God! What, you're gonna arrest me?

No, uh-- no, no, no.

What we're gonna do is we're gonna lay out the facts

to the District Attorney's office, right?

And then-- and then they're going to determine

if they're going to go ahead with the indictment.

- Mommy, I'm starving. - Oh, I know, I know, honey.

Um...

listen, you just go ahead and feed your family, then.

Here, sweetie.

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[sobs quietly]

[Bayliss sighs]

Okay, what are we gonna do, Frank?

- Do? - Yeah.

Exactly what you said.

We're gonna lay it all out for the State's Attorney's Office,

and let them figure it out.

Right, right. You know something?

I gotta tell you, it seems a pity.

See, I mean, on the one hand,

she is responsible for a person's death,

so she deserves to be punished to the full extent of the law.

But...

Frank-- [sighs]

she's a good mother. She's a good wife.

She is a good doctor.

She has helped thousands of people.

With her hands, she's--

she's saved thousands of lives, you know?

Does one act, does one--

one moment,

does that wipe out a lifetime of good?

Gabriel Slayton was a scumwad, Frank.

[sighs] And you know that in the larger scheme of things,

that his death was not a loss.

If she doesn't practice medicine, more people are gonna suffer.

But she said what she said.

[sighs]

Help me out here, Frank.

The man is dead, Tim.

That's all I'm gonna say.

[sighing] Okay.

Okay, okay.

Okay.

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It's so quiet here.

[Pembleton sighs]

[theme music plays]