All language subtitles for Law and order S13E21 - House Calls

NARRATOR:
In the criminal justice system

the people are represented by two
separate yet equally important groups,

the police who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

I can't believe it.

I told you about Melissa leaving
the chorus of "Hairspray."

Uh-huh. They gave it to
Lilith "the bitch" Miller.

That girl can't carry
my tap shoes.

You'll get the next part.

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

She's six months older than me. But, I
didn't sleep with the choreographer.

(SCOFFS)

Back in Minnesota, you'd be
locked up for staring like that.

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

(LAUGHS) Forget about her.
She's not your type.

What type is that? The type
that can afford to shop here.

Did you see that?

Miss.

She's probably
scared out of her mind.

I know you can hear me, Miss.

At least she can't go anywhere.

Miss, we're coming in.

Oh, my God!

No one, absolutely no one
from the store touched her.

That I can swear to.

That's good.

Our lawyer told me to tell you we have
surveillance cameras running 24 l7.

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

you call your lawyer first
or us?

Are you implying something?

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

I'm duping one as we speak.

You can see for yourself.

Hey, we actually pay attention
to our security monitors now.

Thank you, Winona.

Excuse me?

She was trying to rip us off.

Let me know if there is
anything else we can do.

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

I'm tired, hungry and cranky.

Mom forgot to pack
my morning snack.

Anyway, customer fell, hit her
head on the corner of the stool.

DOA.

Sounds like a civil suit
waiting to happen.

Well, the store's already
circling the wagons.

Detectives...

This was under the body.

Diabetes? This is not
an insulin syringe.

Well, we have ID.

Nadia Parkova. Model.

Likes martial arts, dancing
and horseback riding.

So do I.

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

but I never thought
it could actually happen.

What's that?

She shopped till she dropped.

She had this with her?

It sounds like she's
not supposed to.

It was filled with Deverol.

The Cadillac of painkillers.

When I had my appendix out
they gave me that. I liked it.

Don't we all.

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

Let me tell you, this girl needed
all the pain killers she could get.

Hairline clavicle fracture,

three broken ribs.

All that from the fall
in the store?

No. Ribs look a
couple of months old,

already starting to set.

Clavicle, six months to a year.

Full-contact modeling.

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

Besides Deverol,

the preliminary tox screen showed
traces of Valium and Halcyon.

So what was the cause of death?

Coronary arrest.

She was dead
before she hit the ground.

So it's not a homicide and
we can catch an early lunch.

Uh, sorry. But I'm not going to check
the "Natural Causes" box just yet.

There was blood pooled in her
kidneys and stomach.

And the stomach bone's
connected to the heart bone?

Look, the pounding I think this girl
took, it couldn't be good for her heart.

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

(MAN SPEAKING IN RUSSIAN)

(REPLYING IN RUSSIAN)

ED: What did your father say?

I'm sorry. This...

How could we dream this
nightmare for her in states...

Papa loved Nadia very much.

I'm sure he did, Lena.

Did Nadia live
with you and your parents?

Yes. We're very
a close family.

Uh...

Did you know that your
sister had broken ribs?

Oh, it was terrible accident.

She fall down the stairs.

But not serious...

She was going to be great model.

Make lots of money.

It is so hard for Papa to
get work in this country.

So she was helping him out?

Yes.

Um... Did Nadia have
a boyfriend?

No.

What did she do when
she wasn't working?

Nothing.

(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)
(SCOLDING IN RUSSIAN)

(QUESTIONING IN RUSSIAN)

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

Her heart attack may have been
the result of other injuries.

Maybe somebody hit her.

No.

Talk to hospital doctor. He
tell you Nadia have accident.

Sure, Nadia. I
remember her.

Never forget a pretty face?

Especially when it comes
with three fractured ribs.

Hey, you remember
how she got 'em?

Oh, the language thing...
Something about stairs.

But you didn't believe it?

You don't get bruises like she
had from falling down stairs.

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

Yeah. I did report it.

Although her mom and sister
screamed holy hell when I did.

The police came down here, talked
to the three of them for hours

and then decided it was all
a false alarm.

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

when the complainant
doesn't complain.

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

Oh, she spoke well enough
through the little girl.

Look, none of them
wanted the cops involved.

I figured it was
some sort of green card thing.

Immigrants, what can I tell you?

Hey, you can't help people who
won't help themselves, huh?

We hand out freebies

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

I shouldn't have said that. You
caught me on a bad day. I apologize.

Look, I can tell you this,

the one thing the three of
them were concerned about

was how quick Nadia
could get back to work.

So they were okay with
the internal bleeding?

Hey. I X-rayed the girl.

If she were bleeding internally,

I wouldn't have
let her out the door.

Wouldn't you know it?

I finally got her a national print
campaign for Abbott Merchandising.

It could have been
her big break.

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

Oh, Nadia was pretty enough.

But it's a tough world
out there.

An inch here, an ounce there,

it's the difference between Elle
McPherson and Cookie Rutigliano.

Who is that?

That's my point.

Nadia had a nice face.
She was a nice girl.

But her thighs
kept her off the runway.

And her hips
kept her out of swimsuits.

Maybe if she spoke
the language just a little.

Well, if she didn't speak English...
Money talks, Detective.

In any language.

I wrote down
dates and addresses,

she showed up
and collected a check.

You mind if I ask,
how did it happen?

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

But she wasn't shot or anything?

Why do you say that?

It was always
something with her.

Twisted ankle.

Burns from spilling soup.

She sounds accident prone.

Yeah, that's it.

Always falling into
some guy's fist.

Any guy in particular?

You know who
you should talk to...

Her friend, Velida.

Bigger thighs,
but hands to kill for.

At least she speaks
a word or two in English.

Which ones?

"I pretty. Give me."

If you want to know truth,

Nadia wasn't happy to be model.

She was shy. Self-conscious.
Made her uncomfortable.

BRISCOE: Then why?

Better than walking streets, no?

What else she gonna do?
Be brain surgeon?

She got family.
She gotta pay rent.

Not to mention a boyfriend
who knocked her around.

What? Who?

We know all about him, Velida.

(SCOFFS) Anthony was idiot,
but he never hit Nadia.

ED: Then how did
her ribs get broken?

She fall down stairs.

With a little encouragement
from Anthony?

Look, he told her he's big time Charlie.
He gonna make her star.

Like hell. He's just
bum loading boxes.

She told him hit the road.

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

Ugh... This here's just
a place to hang my hat

till the ol' ship
comes in, you know.

By that you mean Nadia Parkova?
Yeah.

Sure, Hef and Gucci
rejected her,

but Flynt, Old Larry's
gonna come through.

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

Miss... Whatever.

Then she'll come back to me.

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

Yeah. You can say
that again, pal.

So what's up?

She do something wrong or what?

Well, I wouldn't hold my breath
till she comes back, Anthony.

She's dead.

Dead?

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

What? You think
I hit her?

Somebody did.

You look a little nervous
there, Anthony.

Yeah. Why not?

I'm the ginzo boyfriend, right?
I work at a loading dock.

Go out. Have a couple of pops, come
home and beat the old lady, right?

Yeah, I seen that
movie a million times.

Yeah.
So have we.

Yeah. Well, it's
different this time.

Look, I couldn't be with Nadia for
more than two seconds without her

collapsing out of exhaustion.

I told her, "You gotta take a break,
life's too short, you're too young."

You know what she'd say?

"Papa said must have
to work."

Look guys, you can arrest me,

but anybody, anybody who tells
you I hit that girl

is a damn liar
and will go directly to hell.

You're actually buying
any of that?

Hey, without a witness,
I have to.

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

I had a three car escort with lights and
sirens all the way to St. Vincent's.

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

Hey, his kid's in the E.R.

You don't think it's odd he didn't
even check in to see if she was okay?

Maybe he was busy?

Doing what?
Eating borscht?

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

Maybe she was tired
like Anthony said.

Maybe she wanted to take
a vacation.

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

So we just go ask him if he
was beatin' up his daughter?

I'm thinkin' it might be a better
shot to talk to daughter number two.

LENA: Papa is smart.

But get only
odd jobs. He...

The language is hard for him.

Well, not you.
You speak real good.

I speak "well".

How many times I gotta
tell you that, Lennie?

Yeah. That's
a tough one, Ed.

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

he almost went crazy sittin'
around the house doing nothing.

Then he'd go out to the bars

and get in all kinds of
trouble...

No. Papa is proud.
He wants to get American.

Well, thank God for Nadia. I mean,
y'all have a nice place to live,

food, clothes.
Yeah. Did she ever complain?

Of course not.

She never said, "I want
to take a break from working."

You know,
"have a little fun."

No.
She wouldn't do that, Ed.

Dad wouldn't put up with it.

ED: You're right. Somebody's got to put food
on the table while he sits around all day.

You know what I think, Lennie.
I think Nadia tried to stop.

ED: Daddy got mad...

No!
You know what, Ed?

I think maybe we should just arrest him
and let the lawyers figure it out.

No! Papa no hit her.

Doctor, she knows.

Talk to Doctor.
She tell you Papa not hit her.

I was treating her asthma.

That was the least
of her problems.

Imagine not being able to fill your
lungs with air as your minor problem.

Freud says asthma is a
crying out for your parents.

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

Or what they were
asking of her anyway.

She told you that?

She didn't have to?

I saw the look on her face when her
little sister was giving me her history.

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

She should have been going to the prom,
staying out late and cutting school.

Well, she had
a lot of injuries, Doc.

And, huh, we think her
father may have caused them.

Oh, he caused them all right.

But not how you think.

What? You saying
he didn't hit her?

No way. She was
his meal ticket.

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

she intentionally injured
herself trying to escape it.

You saying she pushed
herself down the stairs?

So to speak.

Accidents aren't always as
accidental as we'd like to believe.

So you just patched her up
and prescribed some Deverol?

What makes you think
I gave her Deverol?

She injected herself
with it just before she died.

Saracin and Bronchitrol are the
only medications I prescribed.

They're both breathing aids.

Add in Deverol to either and you'll
end up with cardiac arrest for sure.

ED: The M.E. Ran
a second tox screen.

The girl probably took the
asthma medicine that morning.

Yeah. We figure her old bones started
to ache from all that heavy shopping

so she went in the
dressing room,

shot herself with Deverol.

And it's the combination
that killed her?

Exactly.

Uh, this Dr. Abrams says that
any halfway competent doctor

would have known that and
the M.E. Agrees with her.

Which makes this
malpractice, not murder.

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

Hey, well, luckily they
don't write the laws.

Ah, the vote is in, Ed. Once again
you didn't win Mister Sensitivity.

Hey, man., I feel terrible. It's a God's
honest shame what happened to that girl

but that don't make it a crime.

If whoever sold Nadia the Deverol
didn't ask the right questions, it is.

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

what other meds she was taking?
Doctors aren't mind-readers.

Yeah. I've got to admit, there
are bigger dangers in society

than a doctor selling pain killers
to a Christie Brinkley wannabe.

ED: Thank you.

That is if we're even talking about
somebody with an MD after his name?

Well, let's find out where she got the
Deverol and then we'll continue the debate.

We're trying to help you, Mrs. Parkova...
(SHOUTING IN RUSSIAN)

(COMPLAINING IN RUSSIAN)

Uh, the medicine...
Shot...

Nyet. (REPLYING IN RUSSIAN)

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

Dr. Abrams she tell
you nobody hit Nadia?

BRISCOE:
Yes. That's what she said.

Good. Then why you
not leave us alone?

It turns out somebody gave Nadia
some medicine that killed her.

(QUESTIONING IN RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)
We don't know anything.

Did you ever see your
sister inject herself?

For what? Only medicine
she takes is to breathe.

So what pharmacy did she get
the asthma medicine from?

Bercks. Around corner.

ED: Thank you.

Liquid Deverol?
Not me.

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

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

So how does a patient
get a hold of it?

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

So, the only prescriptions you filled
for Nadia were for her asthma?

I didn't say that. She was in here so
much I joked I should put her on payroll.

Yeah, that's funny.

Yeah... Asthma, migraines,
uh, depression, insomnia.

She was a doctor's dream.

Pharmacist's, too.

You know that's strange
because Dr. Abrams said

she only prescribed
asthma medication.

Sure, but there was another doctor
who called in prescriptions...

Yeah, here it is.
Dr. Ellis Heinz.

Guy acted like he was doing me
a favor renting space from me.

Maybe he was.

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

I'm going to renovate.

Maybe get an accountant.

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

So what was the problem with Dr.
Heinz?

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

And it's not like
he was hurting either.

This place was always
packed with sickies.

What kind of doctor was he?
I don't know.

Oh, but once I saw what's her name,
you know, from that movie in here.

No kidding?
Yeah.

She wasn't the only one either.

You know when he moved?
Oh, about three months ago.

Right after we
served him with papers.

Sorry, that's the
last address I have.

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

Sure, if they want the Medical
Association magazine...

Sometimes after doctors retire
they forget to tell us.

So what else you got on Dr.
Heinz in here?

He got his degree
from Guadalajara, Mexico.

Why am I not surprised?

I'll have you know some of this country's
finest practitioners studied abroad.

What about after he graduated?

Ah, passed the boards in '83

Interned at Queens
Community Medical Center.

No specialty.
No board certification.

Does he have any, uh,
customers' seals of approval?

There was one complaint
if that's what you mean.

But it was
dropped. A Doug Barsky.

BARSKY: Ellis is a
first rate MD. Here.

Look at this.

Like a bar mitzvah boy. Botox.

Not a wrinkle to be found.
The guy works magic.

Well, if you like him so much why'd you
complain to the Medical Association?

Well, it had nothing to do with his
doctoring. That was strictly business.

I mean, you know what
they say about doctors.

No, actually, I don't.

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

Ellis tells me about a building
he's buying, medical suites,

very upscale, the whole
nine yards.

He figures cash flow'll
turn positive in a year tops.

He just needs
some cash for bridge financing

while he does some
renovations on the joint.

Like a jerk, I help him out.

Sounds like things didn't
go according to plan.

There was no joint.
Someone outbid him.

Oh, and he forgot to tell you?

Yeah. Pissed me off to no end.
That's why I made the complaint.

Yeah, but the Medical Association
said you dropped it.

Sure I did.
He apologized.

A good doctor is hard to find.

Hey, hold on.
You still use him?

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

What for?

Hey, nothing lasts forever.

The guy is amazing. How many doctors
you know still make house calls?

You got a number for him?

I tried him last week.
It was disconnected.

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

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

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

We know all about
Dr. Heinz, Lena?

Who?

You know what, Lennie, I'm starting
to think that Lena's in on this.

Why else would she protect
a jerk like Doctor Heinz?

No. Why?
I love Nadia.

So why are you lying to us?

My partner's got a point, Lena.

If Dr. Heinz
promised to pay you...

No. He's a good man.

Then why didn't you
tell us about him?

My sister's dead.

I just want police
to leave us alone.

Dr. Heinz is famous doctor.
He help Nadia. Not hurt.

And what makes
you think he's famous?

See? Famous.

"Ellis Heinz, MD
Doctor to the Stars."

That little girl thought
that we were the bad guys.

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

Oh, what a weird place
that must be.

Is there an address
attached to this number?

Mmm-mmm. It's a cell phone. They
send the bills to a P.O. Box.

Well, it's kind of embarrassing. Uh,
Doug Barsky told me you were the best...

Uh-huh. No. No.
No problem...

Yeah. I'll see you then...

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

He gonna make a house call here?

No. It's a
restaurant on 10th.

It's where he sees
all his patients.

I'd hold off on the procedure
if he orders the chili.

(CHUCKLES)

Dr. Heinz?
Leonard?

Thanks for meeting me.

I like to meet patients here. It
tends to lessen the initial anxiety.

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

Excuse me.
Do you know him?

Well, sometimes he wishes I didn't
but, yeah, he's my partner.

Maybe you'd like to come down to
our office for a little chat?

Nadia Parkova couldn't sleep,
I prescribed Halcyon.

She had migraine headaches,
I prescribed Valium.

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

I removed a mole from her neck.

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

Thus the painkiller.

Is there something
we're missing, Detective?

Yeah. Most doctors
won't have anything to do

with liquid Deverol
outside of the hospital.

I'm not your typical doctor.

Gee, I didn't notice.

A licensed professional
administered a legal drug.

That's all hunky-dory
except the patient's dead!

Well, that's unfortunate.

Bottom line is that if she'd
been honest with Dr. Heinz

she might be alive today.

(OVER SPEAKER) As you can see from the
forms she filled out herself and signed,

she didn't inform Dr. Heinz she
was taking any other medications.

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

Well, maybe this'll help
you make up your mind.

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

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

Unless he double-parked in front of
the restaurant, we have no choice.

But, I'll give
Southerlyn a call.

ARTHUR: He doesn't
have an office?

He was evicted for
non-payment.

He advertises by flier?

That's how the victim found him.

He meets his patients
in a restaurant?

He says it cuts down on overhead
and therefore patients' bills.

Which gets him closer to a humanitarian
award than a malpractice suit.

Actually, I was thinking about
door number three.

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

But there's never been a complaint
about the way he practices medicine.

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

Dr. Heinz claims the victim never told
him she was taking asthma medication.

Well, did she?

It wasn't on the patient questionnaire
that she filled out and signed.

And nothing even remotely suggests
that she told him otherwise.

Well isn't this just wonderful?

You know, there always is the possibility
that he didn't do anything wrong.

Do you buy that?
SERENA: No.

My doctor never sent me home
with a syringe full of anything.

Show me the crime, I'll be
more than happy to prosecute.

Deverol is a narcotic, Jack.

He let Nadia Parkova
self-inject.

She could have overdosed. She could
have passed out while driving a car...

You know what I want?

I want this guy stopped before
he kills somebody else.

Now find something to charge
him with... Anything.

Nadia like me.
She love mustard.

You must miss her a lot.

It is hard on Papa...

But I will help.

Miss Andee say soon I will be ready
to have pictures in magazine.

If I am pretty enough.

You're very beautiful, Lena.

Like Nadia?

Miss Andee say my lips are thin.

I don't agree at all.

I'd like to ask you a few questions
about Nadia, if that's okay?

Dr. Heinz did not know.
He would never hurt her.

Of course he wouldn't.

Were you there the first
time he met Nadia?

Yes. At restaurant.

Why did Nadia want to see him?

She had terrible headache.
He make it go away.

With a shot?

Yes.

Then he saw a spot on
Nadia's neck.

He cut it off to
make her more beautiful.

Did you translate for Nadia?

She work too hard
to study English.

So you helped her fill out
the questionnaire he gave her?

Yes. I translate.

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

Lena?

Yes. He asked.

What did you tell him?

Exactly what Nadia tell me.

She not take any medicine.

Am I in hot water?

Of course not...

Do you know where
Nadia got this pamphlet?

From her gymnasium.

RICK: Damn, I knew this would
come back to bite us in the butt.

No one's accusing you
of anything, Rick.

It was Kathy. She did it all on her
own, never asked anyone about it.

Besides, our lawyers swore
to me we're not responsible

for anything that lunatic does.

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

I mean, what kind of doctor
advertises on fliers?

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

Doctor to the stars?

Give me a break. Kathy McGarity
ain't no Angelina Jolie.

And Kathy is the one that
passed out these fliers?

She stuck them in the members' lockers.
Without knowledge or approval of management.

I'd like to talk to Kathy.

She's with her trainer
as we speak.

The man works miracles.
That's why.

He asked you to pass out this flier?
I offered.

You have no idea what it's like
working on the set of a soap opera.

Thanks. Give me a
break, huh?

Sixteen-hour days in
four-inch heels.

I gotta tell ya
by the end of the season

my back is so bad they had to
put me in traction for a month.

Dr. Heinz helped you with that?

He cured it.
In one visit.

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

so-called specialist on
the East Coast.

Let me guess.
A shot of Deverol?

I'll tell you the truth, I wouldn't
mind if he was sticking pins

in a little doll
and doing a rain dance.

The pain is gone.

So you're still seeing him.
As often as possible.

Never felt better.

Deverol will do that.

How did you find him
in the first place?

My apartment was being painted
about six months ago,

so I moved
into the Parkside Inn.

Anyway, the back goes out

and my regular doctor was away
for the weekend. Unreachable.

The bellhop, Trinidad, he's
restocking my mini-bar,

he hears me moan, he gives me Dr.
Heinz's name and number.

You trusted the bellhop?

I can see you've
never had back problems.

I'm in the service business.

People, they come in here expect to be
treated better than if they were at home.

But providing illegal services?

What illegal?

If your friend from
out of town gets sick

and you give him your doctor's
name, did you break the law?

If I got paid for
making the recommendation.

Who said I got paid?

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

That's good, 'cause I got a kid
that'd like to be a doctor someday.

Last I looked, that requires
college and college requires money

which requires I earn a living.

How did you hook up
with Dr. Heinz?

Mr. Amsterdam swears by him.

Who's Mr. Amsterdam?

He lives permanent in 4914.

Thank you.

Do you know how painful real
depression is, Miss?

It's unbearable.

You're afraid to go
to sleep at night

because you're afraid you'll
actually get up the next morning.

Then what?

Then you spend
the rest of the day

getting ready to start the whole
damn thing all over again.

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

He's a healer.

A specialty, it seems, they've stopped
teaching at most medical schools.

Sure, I saw a shrink.
Dr. Howard Alston.

The Pied Piper of
Park Avenue Pill Poppers.

Zoloft, Paxil, Lexapro.
I've popped them all.

And Dr. Heinz?

Got me off the couch
after two visits.

He had a magic potion did he?

Yes, he did.

And that's all I'll tell you.

If he's doing
something illegal...

Then there's
something wrong with the law.

Good day.

Do you know why Randall
Amsterdam lives in a hotel?

Is it relevant?

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

His apartment is
across the street.

That's kind of funny.

It would have been,

if he didn't have a panic
attack and was too embarrassed

to call me because he swore
he was going to Palm Springs.

So he opened the Yellow Pages...

And he found Dr. Heinz?

Who quickly convinced
him I was a quack.

Mr. Amsterdam told me that you prescribed
him an assortment of medications.

That's right.
Antidepressants.

None of which
are physically addictive.

Are you saying that
Dr. Heinz got him hooked?

Deverol is an opiate.

Sure a shot makes
a patient feel great.

The second shot
makes him feel even better.

Eventually,
he can't live without it.

Why didn't you report him?

To whom?
For what?

He's a doctor. He's not
selling crack cocaine.

You'd think Mr. Amsterdam's insurance
company would become suspicious.

Randall's from money.

He doesn't bother
with health insurance.

The perfect patient.

You have no idea how perfect.

Randall had this
fabulous collection

of primitive
African woodcarvings.

It was his pride and joy.

I was at an auction,
maybe a year ago

and there were
his two best items.

Minimum bid:
$100,000 each.

But the listed seller was
Dr. Ellis Heinz.

I was still treating Randall at the
time, so I asked him what happened.

He said he gave Heinz
a gift for helping him.

He's a predator, Jack.

He targets wealthy, weak,
desperate people.

Nobody complains because
they're dependent on him.

What's this got to do
with Nadia Parkova?

I don't know. But Arthur told me to
find something to charge him with.

The shrink told me that
in the past year

Randall Amsterdam paid over
$250,000 to Dr. Heinz

and that doesn't include gifts of
artwork and God knows what else.

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

Maybe you're being
too literal here.

Do you have any evidence that
Heinz knowingly or recklessly

gave Nadia a lethal
combination of drugs? No.

Then literal keeps us away from
a malicious prosecution suit.

We have a colorable claim for fraud, Jack.
Or larceny. Or both.

Do we?

Dr. Heinz used drugs to make
his patients dependent on him.

The drugs impaired
their judgment and then

he conned them out of money.

You have one patient, Serena,

and from what you've told me, it
doesn't sound like Mr. Amsterdam

is gonna be
all that anxious to help us.

If we charge him

and we make a big enough
splash when we do,

who knows what disgruntled patients
will come out of the woodwork.

I mean, we want him
off the street

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

Call Van Buren.

I'll call Jim Switzer
of the Daily News.

Dr. Heinz?
Anita?

Yes. Thank you so much
for meeting with me.

Well, it's my pleasure...
Hey, gee, Doc,

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

Oh, that's right, I have.

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

You have
the right to remain silent.

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

"Docket Number 365743

"People v. Ellis Heinz. Charges are
Theft by Larceny in the First Degree

"and Theft by Fraud
in the First Degree."

Marion Seaver for the
defense, Your Honor.

The pleasure's mine, Counselor.

How does your client plead?

Outraged.

The State has some sort of perverse
vendetta against my client.

First it attempted
to ruin his reputation

by accusing
him of homicide and now this.

Can I take that as a not guilty?

Yes, Your Honor.

I'd like to hear it from the defendant
if that's not too much trouble.

Not guilty, Your Honor.

Ms. Southerlyn?

The People request
$250,000 bail.

That is the vendetta
I'm talking about.

My client is
a well-respected physician.

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

Bail is set at $150,000.

Next.
(BANGS GAVEL)

I understand "try try again,"
but your third "try"

will end with you sitting on the other
side of the aisle in civil court.

We're a bit past the time for
empty threats, Mr. Seaver.

Only this isn't empty.

You charged a man with two felonies
and have exactly zero evidence.

Call me crazy,
but if I paid a doctor

over $200,000 in twelve months,

I'd expect
two new kidneys, minimum.

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

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

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

I am shocked that Nadia
Parkova is dead.

It breaks my heart.

But I had nothing to do with it.

Just because we can't prove that you're
guilty doesn't make you innocent.

What bothers you
so much about me?

That I don't have an office with
pretty nurses and a waiting room.

That I don't look like one of those
compassionate, sweet doctors

you see on television.

Maybe I don't fit
into the nice little box

that the Medical Association likes to
paint and sell to the American public.

But let me tell you one thing,

patients are running as fast
as they can from that box

and they
are running straight to me.

Because you dope them up.

Because I ease their pain.

That is the oath
that I swore to uphold.

Yes, this has all been fun,

but I think we've wasted enough
of the doctor's valuable time.

My motion to exclude everything Mr.
Amsterdam's former psychiatrist told you.

Turns out that pillar
of the medical community

breached about 12 rules
of medical ethics

when he talked
to Miss Southerlyn.

The bottom line, Your Honor, before the
prosecution spoke with Dr. Alston...

Remind me again
which one that is.

Certainly.
He's a psychiatrist.

He treated my client's
patient, Randall Amsterdam,

for 15 years.

I guess time doesn't heal
all wounds.

Well, that's for later
discussion.

But getting back to my point,

before Miss Southerlyn
spoke with Dr. Alston

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

I believe that's the point
of an investigation.

An investigation which trampled
doctor-patient privilege.

And your client is neither the
doctor nor the patient in question.

It's well-settled that the privilege
does not extend to third parties.

The purpose of privilege is to
encourage free communication

between doctor and patient.

Public policy therefore demands
that such communication

not be violated by
over-zealous prosecutors.

You should have warned me, Mr. Seaver.
I would have brought my violins.

It's a question of
standing, Your Honor.

It's a question of ethics.

JUDGE: You're both wrong.

It's a question of hearsay.

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

and testify to what a third person
told him about the defendant.

Now would the two of you cut the bull and
tell me what's really going on here?

The defendant recklessly caused
the death of one of his patients.

Which Mr. McCoy can't prove so
he went back to his laboratory

and concocted
these bogus charges.

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

The shrink's testimony is out.

Any public outcry at the news of Dr.
Heinz's misfortunes?

Not the kind that we wanted.

Twelve calls all claiming he's
the best doctor they ever saw.

I'm sorry, Jack. I dug the
hole and pushed you in.

Yesterday, I would have
been angry.

And today?
I met the good Dr. Heinz.

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

You know what we need is a patient
who no longer has any use for him.

Or the family of such a patient.

He is not crook.
I told you before.

We never spoke
about money, Lena.

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Did your sister pay
Dr. Heinz with a check?

No.
She paid him in cash?

He not want money.

He treated your sister for free?

He know we are not rich.

He say wait to pay.

Wait until she's addicted...

Nyet. (REPLYING IN RUSSIAN)

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

Mama not like drug addicts.

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

Bill? Money?

JACK: Yes. LENA: No. No.
He say wait to pay.

He say I will be
famous model someday.

Make lots of money.
More than Nadia.

Because I want to work.
Pay him then.

I want to be great model.
Famous on television.

Here, bill.

JACK: Dr. Heinz gave you this? No.
That's, that's not a bill.

This says Nadia
shouldn't self-inject Deverol

within twenty-four hours
of taking Bronchitrol.

That's the asthma medication
that Dr. Abrams prescribed.

Lena lied to me.

Dr. Heinz said he didn't know
anything about the asthma medication.

Re-indict him for depraved
indifference homicide.

ABRAMS: I'd been treating
Nadia for almost two years.

She suffered
adult-onset asthma.

And what course of treatment did
you prescribe for her, Dr. Abrams?

Initially, I gave her
breathing exercises

and then I prescribed a
series of antihistamines.

And they weren't successful?

Well, at first they were. But
Nadia's symptoms grew worse.

She had several
incapacitating attacks.

She couldn't breathe. She couldn't move.
She couldn't function.

That's when I prescribed
Bronchitrol

that's an albuterol
sulfate bronchodilator.

She was supposed to inhale it only
when she felt an onset of an attack.

Does that affect a
patient's heart, Doctor?

Simply, yes.

It's a stimulant. It can dramatically
increase cardiovascular activity.

Is that dangerous?

Not in someone young
and vital like Nadia.

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

It typically takes the heart
24 hours to recover

from the stimulation
caused by Bronchitrol.

If she waited the 24 hours,

there's a good chance
nothing would happen.

And if she didn't?

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

So, in your opinion, it would
be sound medical practice

to tell a patient to wait 24
hours before taking Deverol?

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

Different people react
differently.

To be safe,

I wouldn't let a patient
take Deverol at all.

If it were absolutely necessary,

I would insist that he or she
wait a minimum of 48 hours.

So a physician

who told a patient
to wait only 24 hours...

Is gambling
with that patient's life.

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

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

Not 48?

The PDR is a guide
for physicians.

It's to be interpreted
not by laymen,

but by professionals who have a
thorough understanding of pharmacology

and biochemistry.

You mean to doctors
24 really means 48?

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

And what medical school
did you go to?

Harvard.

But I'm asking the questions.

True or false, Doctor.

Did you recommend that
Nadia see a psychiatrist?

Yes.
Why's that?

She was self-destructive. She had
more than a few serious accidents.

She tried to hurt herself?

I thought that was
a possibility.

She was overwhelmed
by responsibility.

She didn't like
herself very much.

And perhaps she tried to run away
from her miserable life for good.

JACK: Objection.

Nadia spoke very little English.

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

Yes. She had to work.

She make money
to take care of us.

And you helped her
communicate when necessary?

Yes.

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

Yes.

Why did Nadia
go to see him, Lena?

She had terrible headache.

Couldn't work. Make her cry.

And he gave her an injection?

Yes.

Did he ask her if she was
taking other medicine?

Yes. She fill out form.

Approach the witness,
Your Honor?

Go ahead.

Is this the form?

Yes.

What does it say under
"Other Medications?"

None.

So Nadia lied to him?

No. We didn't understand.

That day she didn't take
other medication.

Is that really
what happened, Lena?

No.

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

if he knew about other medicine.

Did there ever come a time
when Dr. Heinz learned

that Nadia was taking
asthma medicine?

Yes.

The second time we saw him.

He came to house
to cut off mole.

He make Nadia more beautiful.

Mama show him
Nadia's other medicine.

JACK: And what did he say?

I wasn't there.

I was in school.

But he wrote instructions
for me to read to Nadia.

Why didn't you tell the police
right away that Dr. Heinz

knew about Nadia's
asthma medicine?

I didn't want trouble for him.

He said someday he would give me
beautiful lips to be famous model.

Are these the instructions

Dr. Heinz left you
to read to Nadia?

Yes.

Please read them to the court.

"Do not take injection
of Deverol

"within two-to-four hours
of Bronchitrol."

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

Yes.

It says 24 hours, doesn't it?

Who's testifying, Your Honor?

JUDGE: Take your time,
young lady.

Did you tell your sister
24 hours or two-to-four hours?

I...

I don't know...

(SOBBING) I don't know
what I tell her...

I'm not sure.
I'm sorry, I don't know.

I don't know.

Have you reached a verdict?

We have, Your Honor.

JUDGE: On the sole count
of the indictment,

Second degree murder,
how do you find?

We find the defendant,
Ellis Heinz, not guilty.

It looked like a crime. It smelled
like a crime. It felt like a crime...

Oh, what Heinz did
is a crime all right.

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

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

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

Ain't America great.