Homicide: Life on the Street (1993–1999): Season 4, Episode 11 - I've Got a Secret - full transcript

Hey! Get back here!

Get your ass on
the ground! Oh, sh...

Argh!

He got away.

Good.

Oh! I need more layers.

Come on, Munch.
It's not that cold.

You're a woman. You got nine
exra layers of fat under that skin.

I'm a bone-thin male.
The cold cuts through me.

- Yeah, why are you so thin?
- I consume 1500 calories a day,

no fat, no salt, and aside
from the odd bender I go on,



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

I'm pacing myself.
To live for ever.

1500 calories a day.

That's no way to live.

When you're in a nursing
home, drooling into a cup,

using a bath mat for underwear,
you'll wish you lived like me.

- So you prefer quantity to quality?
- All junkies do.

I may be in a nursing home,

but I'll 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 your closest friends
will be part of the water table

as you while away the
years playing, virtual canasta.

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.

Well?

Let's go get a double
cheeseburger with mayonnaise.

- Hey.
- Hi.

I spotted it at noon. Swung
back around 15 minutes later,

and he's still there,
sitting in the same position.

Is there any sign of cause?

- Injury, OD?
- Nothing.

Then what makes
you think it's homicide?

Take a look in the back seat.

Eugh! Blood!

Usually a sure-fire sign that
somebody did something to somebody.

Except for his body.

- Doesn't have any blood on it.
- Why do people choose cloth seats?

Look how they absorb stains.
Leather's the way to go, for this reason.

I agree.

- So is there any ID?
- There's no wallet

but the car's
registered to Nikki Brant.

- Yeah. Was it reported stolen?
- Nope.

- Hey, Scheiner.
- You done?

- Yeah.
- Then get out of here.

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

- I always do.
- OK.

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

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

Oh, yeah. Sure you can.
You allergic to anything?

Strawberries give
me a rash, but...

Get stung by a bee
once, and your skin swells,

maybe you run a low fever.
But it happens again, boom!

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

What do you want? To roust
every hive in the neighbourhood?

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

- I'm saying it's a possibility.
- Oh.

To bee or not to bee?

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

We're Detectives Bayliss
and Pembleton, Baltimore PD.

- He with you?
- Nobody's with us.

- We found your Mustang.
- Just tell me he's dead.

Who's the he that you're
referring to? Who's Angel?

- My boyfriend.
- We found a deceased person

in your vehicle, but we
haven't made a positive ID yet.

We do, however... have this.

His real name is
Gabriel Slayton.

Angel Gabriel, get it?

When did you last see him?

This morning.

We had sex, breakfast,

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

- Did he steal your car?
- He took what he wanted.

You know where he was headed?

- To see his partner.
- And what's this individual's name?

- He's called MC.
- Why was Angel going to see MC?

MC had been ripping Angel off,
and he went to even the score.

- You OK 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.

Gabriel Francis Slayton, aka
Angel, 22, narcotics, B and E, assault,

attempted murder, armed robbery.

Spent more time in jail in Juvie
than he did in the free world.

That's one angel ain't
getting into Heaven.

Just what the world
needs, another dead loser.

Maybe that's exactly
what the world needs.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- I don't know.

- What did what you said mean?
- Not the same thing you meant.

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.

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.

What? Why are you hovering?

- I'm incredibly curious.
- About what?

Whose lips you were
locked with this morning.

- Get to work.
- Come on, Kay.

After years of
speculation and innuendo,

you're caught groping with Antonio
Banderas' cousin. Is it serious?

It's private, OK?

He wrote down the
licence. He'll find out.

Not from me.

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, fire at will.

- In a crowded pool hall, great idea.
- You wanna get QRT, for one man?

- Be the laughing stock of HQ.
- What makes someone go berserk,

that they drop a 32-inch TV on
their father's head while he sleeps?

Who knows? The guy
ain't wrapped too tight.

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

Him and his dad own this
joint. He ain't got no place else.

Hey! Here comes our man-child.

Let him get in.

Stay down!

Maybe we should tranquilise him
like the rhinos on "Wild Kingdom".

Take thataway.

- How long has MC lived here?
- A year or so.

I thought he was out of town
until I heard the hullabaloo.

Yelling, screaming...
Damn key doo-dad!

Looks like somebody broke in.

Mr Gudden, it's the police.

Wow!

Mr Gudden?

Hey, check this out.

It's alphabetical.

Like I said, a real
hullabaloo this morning.

Well, whoever was shot
here lost a pint, maybe more.

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.

Oh! Scheiner. Phone? Great.

Caught it doing 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
blood in MC's apartment and the car.

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

- Couldn't you sum it up in a report?
- Could it have killed him?

From the gun shot? No. He
died of massive internal bleeding.

Look, a guy gets
shot, a guy dies, right?

The two are not
mutually exclusive.

OK, 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 in the middle.

- Madison Medical Centre, 10:40 today.
- Get over there.

- No sign of Wolsky?
- No, but he's not going far.

- You know that because?
- Because he's an idiot

- with only one oar in the water.
- Idiot?

The guy's a little
crazy. We all are.

You're kidding me! Wolsky
threw you for a forward pass,

and then drops you on your butt,

- and you defend him?
- He's mentally tweaked. Is it his fault?

Would you take
this out of my office?

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

Trying to make another
obscene call on the internet?

No, trying to run a DMV on that
Corvette, but it's inaccessible.

Why are you so obsessed
with Howard's private life?

Cos she never had one. Her
keeping it secret now is driving me nuts.

Hey, John? Any luck?

Probable hit-and-run.
BP is 100 over 60.

- Get your hands off me!
- Start an IV, a litre of Ringer's lactate.

- Let me go!
- Excuse me, I'm looking for Dr Wystan.

That's her.

No breath sounds, left side.

Get your hands off me, you slut!

- His O2 is dropping.
- You just want to touch me, you slut!

He's got a
pneumothorax. Scrub him.

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

Get the Pleurovac
ready. Coming up.

Scalpel.

- Argh! You whore!
- Tube!

Get ready to lift him up.
Where's the Pleurovac?

OK!

You whore!

My mother wanted
me to be a doctor.

"Why couldn't you save a life
every once in a while?" she still says.

I'll tell you, watching Dr Wystan
work, I can see what my mum meant.

- Er...
- Yeah, you were there.

You saw with your own eyes. He was
gonna die, and she brought him back.

She used her own
hands, and it was amazing.

It's like she was doing God's
work. How can we compare?

- Sorry. I know you've been waiting.
- No, it's fine. You've been busy.

Since they closed the
only other trauma centre

within ten miles of here, we ought
to hand out frequent-suture awards!

What you and I do is different.
Doesn't make us any less amazing.

Wow! What it must be like
for her at the end of the day,

to feel that satisfied,
invigorated. Invigorated.

I understand you had
questions about another patient.

Yes, Gabriel Slayton.
Came in around 11.

- You'll have to be more specific.
- He was hit in the groin.

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

- Dead.
- Not from that injury.

We were there less than an hour.
We saw her save someone's life.

The other half of the time, the
patient dies. How does she feel then?

We may be looking
at a homicide charge.

- You caught whoever shot him?
- Not yet, but we're close.

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

I know you're busy, but...
is there anything more

- you could tell us about the injury?
- By the time we got him,

he'd suffered blood
loss and tissue damage,

but we were able
to do good repairs

and close up the artery.
He seemed in fine shape.

- I was just making an observation.
- We put a killer away.

A violent man, who had
he stayed on the streets

would have killed four more in
the nex month. That's saving lives!

How about... his mental state?

It was agitated
and... 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?
- We get 30 patients a day in here,

and at least a quarter of them
come in as a result of crime,

as either victim or perpetrator. I've
got keen to determining which is which.

- How did Slayton get released?
- He didn't. He left without permission.

He probably had a
record a mile long.

Sherman is working a
double. He's overtired.

Any more questions, because
I have patients waiting?

I think that's it. We may
want to talk to you later.

OK. Well, you can find
me here. I'm always here.

We don't get the credit
doctors do. Or the attention.

Right. OK. Just
forget I said anything.

- You want glory?
- Forget it.

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

- Who cares?
- She's hiding something.

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.

That's where you're messing up.
We work 12-hour shifts together,

but at the end of the day, we
don't know jack about each other.

Third time a charm. Crusher
has returned to the nest.

Peter Wolsky! Remember
us? Baltimore City Police.

Would you please
let us arrest you now?

- What are you doing?
- Digging up my mother.

Your mother?

I want to bury her nex to Daddy.

We could take
care of that for you.

- You could?
- Sure. It's all part of our motto.

"To protect and serve."

But you gotta let us arrest
you now. You come peacefully.

Top of your head, please.

Let's go. Get up.

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

Carried a bunch of bags with
him. God only knows what's in them.

You stay here.

Police!

Frank.

Look at this. Spic and span.

Except for the bullet hole.

Come on. Go to the backyard.

Hear that?

Yeah.

♪ Give me a shake

♪ And if you think I'm dreaming

♪ Give me a shake

♪ Long as you can love... ♪

- Don't move.
- I ain't moving!

Don't. Put that stuff down.

Please, don't... don't... don't
shoot. I was just cleaning.

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?

Accidentally, yes.
You don't understand.

- I caught Angel red-handed.
- Doing what?

Breaking and entering.

Wait. Your partner in
burglary was burglarising you?

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 sold it.

- Then he got greedy?
- No, paranoid.

- He thought I held out on him.
- You did and you shot him.

Look, Angel had the
gun. He was gonna shoot.

I lunged for the gun,
we struggled. It went off.

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 as the white-collar
side of the partnership,

you could not hit the
broad side of a barn!

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

- But the intention's the same.
- 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 even got in a
fight at the hospital.

- With whom?
- Some male nurse. Kicked his butt.

Good. OK. OK.

Good.

So... what's MC stand for?

Mr Clean.

Didn't hear a
statement of guilt.

Let the State's
Attorney type that up.

Maybe. But 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.

The hospital didn't
shoot him. He did!

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

If someone at the hospital's 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 settle with
the dead man's mother?

It's a nuisance suit and I don't
need the publicity or litigation.

I'm trying to build a trauma ward.
That means soliciting benefactors,

and, oddly enough, people are
less apt to donate money to a hospital

that gets named in
public wrongful-death suits.

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

I don't care about your budgets. I
have detectives investigating a homicide.

- I understand that.
- Do you?

A quiet investigation
is all I ask.

I'll ask them to whisper, but I'll
expect full cooperation from your staff.

- Of course.
- Thank you.

He's a paranoid
schizophrenic. Not texbook,

but it's close enough
for the court to diagnose.

Look at him rocking like that,
like he's rocking himself to sleep.

It's a joke that this bastard won't
have to answer for what he did.

He killed both his parents,
and goes to a cosy loony bin,

weave baskets all day and get the
best drugs our tax money can buy.

He's already paying
for what he did.

Nobody gives a damn
about him. Nobody'll visit him.

Nobody's gonna sing happy
birthday to him. It's like a slow death.

Why weep for John Wayne Gacy
here? 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.

- So you had a crazy brother?
- Still do. He lives at Sheppard-Pratt.

- What's so funny?
- I don't know. It's just...

you and I have been
partners now for four months,

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

You know the sordid
details of my divorce.

You know I sleep on a pillow covered
with my favourite cartoon characters

and you didn't have the
decency to mention your brother,

- Anthony, let alone a crazy brother.
- I never should've opened my mouth.

- It just slipped out.
- Do you visit him?

- 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. He just...

Always causing trouble for
the family, being nuts and all.

- Did he ever hurt anyone?
- Yeah, he hurt people.

He used to beat up the neighbourhood
kids, set people's pets on fire.

He almost burned our
building down six times.

- When did you commit him?
- About 20 years ago.

Yeah, we were still
living at Lafayette Courts.

Came home from school one
day, I must've been about 14

and I came home and there he
was, sitting on that window ledge.

He always used to do this,
see, try to kill himself on me.

So I come home and
see him on the ledge.

He sees me, goes
to make his move,

and then I normally would try
to stop him, but this time I didn't.

What? You let him fall?

He broke his hip, his
collar bone, both his legs.

- It's amazing he didn't die.
- Yeah, I know.

I was hoping that he would.

- What the hell are you doing?
- Investigating.

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

to lead me to Kay's
secret smoocher.

I'm using my skills as a homicide
detective to uncover his identity.

I think this is called
an illegal search.

Yeah, right.

What if she comes
in and sees you?

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

No, she didn't.

Hey, sarge, you haven't
seen my dreidel, have you?

Get your coat. Come with me.

- Let me explain.
- No. Let me explain.

My personal life is off limits
to the squad room. All right?

I learned that when I dated
Danvers. You were the biggest sinner.

- The jokes, the gossip...
- I can't disagree with you,

but that was the old
me. The new me is...

Is worse. Look, I know you
may find this hard to accept

but I believe in secrets. I
believe we have to have truths

about ourselves that we keep
from our colleagues, our neighbours,

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.

Every day all we do is
ferret out secrets. It's our job.

Not today, Munchkin.

I'll make a deal with 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.

It'd keep me up nights.

Young guy, big. Yeah, I
remember him vaguely.

Did you participate in
Mr Slayton's treatments?

I was dealing with
a head-on collision.

It was just Dr Wystan and
Nurse Sherman with him.

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
you were aware of

when either the doctor or
the nurse was alone with him?

At one point Dr Wystan
was alone with him,

and at another point Sherman
was, but that's nothing unusual.

I heard about the mother
filing suit against the hospital.

Right. We live
in a litigious age.

People come in here DOA
and their families wanna believe

something that could've been
done, and you, as the doctor,

should've done it.

- Why do you think 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?

We had about a dozen
patients waiting at the time.

I left Nurse Sherman to
finish up the procedure.

Could there be
purposeful wrongdoing?

- Mmm.
- I doubt it.

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

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

when you were eavesdropping.

Oh, he was arrogant, all right.
He had a problem with authority.

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 have some kind of
problem with Wystan too?

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

Have you and Nurse
Sherman had conflicts?

I don't know that you'd qualify them
as conflicts. We have differences.

Oh. What? Poor performance,
tardiness, personality clash?

Sherman is harsh in his views.
Judgmental, I guess you'd say,

and patients pick up on this,
and it's proven troublesome before.

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

I should've mentioned
that when we first spoke.

- Well, why didn't you?
- I didn't think it mattered.

Sherman was texbook perfect
in his treatment of Slayton.

- He was first-rate.
- I understand the hesitation.

No one wants to
incriminate a colleague.

Hospitals are so noisy.

This is not a smart move,
pulling me away during a shift.

You left the ER understaffed.

Don't worry. We made
sure you were covered.

- By whom?
- We didn't ask.

If those patients do not get
proper care, I won't be to blame.

No. We believe Gabriel Slayton
received less than adequate care

- when you were on duty.
- I'm the best nurse in that hospital.

I know more about
medicine than most doctors,

- including Kate Wystan.
- Do you realise that several people

- at the hospital complained about you?
- I'm not surprised.

Some of my co-workers
have a problem

seeing a Black man on
the other end of a syringe.

Maybe you're the
one with the problem?

Thousands of Slaytons out
there, and you choose to badger

a hard-working professional like
me. Maybe you've got this backwards?

We could be talking with
Gabriel... if he were alive.

I took an oath. When I am
on my job, I do my job. Well!

When you draw blood
from a gangbanger,

you don't make finding his
vein more difficult than it is?

You don't jab the syringe harder

than for a tax-paying homeowner,
a professional like you?

I treated Slayton
like any other patient.

- You didn't do anything different?
- He was bleeding!

I considered the source
and double-gloved.

- Slayton took offence?
- Yes.

- As he should.
- Because I protect myself?

- No, because he sensed your disdain.
- I grew up with kids like Slayton,

same neighbourhood,
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'll 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 Slaytons
alive and breaking the law?

- You hated him?
- Him particularly?

- 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.

You messed up,
somehow, some way.

You did or didn't do something
so 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...

Meaning ever since
Dr Wystan's husband

got the crap beat
out of him at an ATM,

even Mother Teresa of
Madison Medical Centre

has a problem dealing
with the criminal element.

- 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...

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.

- What you grinning about?
- It's a secret.

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

No, I'm fine. Thank you.

You... you've been here before?

Yeah, I was here...
a long time ago.

- Excuse me, Dr Battey?
- Yes. Mr Lewis?

Right. How you doing? Battey.
I'm sorry. It's just a funny name,

- working in a place like this.
- I know. I know.

Look, this may not be the
best time to visit Anthony.

Why not?

What? He knows I'm here, right?
He knows who I am and everything?

- Yes, yes, but...
- But what?

- But he doesn't wanna see me?
- No. I'm sorry.

He doesn't want to see me?

- That's very funny. Thanks, Doc.
- Yeah.

He doesn't want to see me.

That's very funny.

- Mr Wystan?
- Yes.

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

- Homicide?
- Yes. We need to ask your wife

- about a patient she treated.
- Well, sit down.

- Can I get you anything?
- No, thank you.

About what time is your
wife gonna get home?

The hospital said
she'd finished her shift.

She had to pick up Lily at
day care and some groceries.

Obviously, I'm still
not able to drive...

- You got jumped, huh?
- When you said you were the police,

I thought maybe
you'd caught the guys.

- They didn't make any arrest?
- No. Probably won't.

It must've been
very unfortunate.

I was knocked unconscious
for three minutes,

a mild concussion, broken arm.

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

- Kate was pretty shaken...
- Hi!

Daddy!

Hi!

- I drew you a Valentine, Daddy!
- She made you the best Valentine!

- Listen, these men are detectives.
- Yeah, we've met.

We had a conversation
with Sherman...

Detectives, there was a
three-car pile-up and eight injured.

I'm with my family. Can't
we wait until tomorrow?

- It can't.
- We need to talk to you now.

- In private if we could, please?
- I'm sorry.

Come on. Let's go
in the living room.

- I'm hungry, Mum.
- We'll eat soon, honey. Spaghetti.

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

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

He has his faults, but he didn't
do what you're saying he did.

He really does care.
Put it over there.

We're not accusing him of
anything. He wasn't arrested.

- We brought him in for questioning.
- Oh. Oh, good.

- Sorry about your husband's injuries.
- Yeah.

How long before he's able to see
out that eye or before you know?

Six weeks. 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.

- Did you see who hurt your husband?
- They ran by, but...

- I thought you guys were Homicide?
- We are.

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

- Could Slayton have been one of them?
- Why are you asking me this?

How many patients did
you treat that day? 20? 30?

- 40.
- Must have been tired.

- No more than usual.
- Must have been rushed.

I gave Slayton the best treatment
that I could in the time that I had,

and it would have been
easier if he had cooperated.

A lot of patients
are uncooperative.

Do a lot of them speak terribly to you,
like the homeless guy the other day?

- Excuse me?
- Did Slayton say 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 modern medical care,

- 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 patched him
up last time. Who could tell?

If it wasn't him, it was
somebody exactly like him.

All day long, I stitch and re-stitch
to send them out into the world

to shoot and be shot, or hurt
somebody else's husband.

So what does it matter whether
I tie that last thread, you know?

One way or another,
it comes undone.

Maybe I didn't do
my absolute best.

I left it in the hands of
God. And He made the call.

Do you realise that you've 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! You're
gonna arrest me?

No, no, no.

What we're gonna do is lay out the
facts to the District Attorney's office

and then they're
going to determine

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

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

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

Here, sweetie.

OK, what are we gonna do, Frank?

- Do?
- Yeah.

Exactly what you said.
We're gonna lay it all out

for the State's Attorney
and let them figure it out.

You know something? I
gotta tell you, it seems a pity.

On the one hand, she is
responsible for a person's death,

so she deserves to be punished
to the full exent of the law. But...

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 saved
thousands of lives, you know?

Does one act, does one moment,
does that wipe out a lifetime of good?

Gabriel Slayton was
a scumwad, Frank,

and you know that in the
larger scheme of things,

that his death was not a loss.

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

But she said what she said.

Help me out here, Frank.

The man is dead, Tim.

That's all I wanna say.

OK!

OK.

OK.

It's so quiet here.