Law & Order: Criminal Intent (2001–2011): Season 3, Episode 20 - D.A.W. - full transcript

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It's not anywhere.

We can't bury Mom without it. Uh, Danielle,
I told you. She's not being buried.

Come on, Lawrence.

Pauline looked so
peaceful when she passed.

I only wish I could've
gotten to her sooner.

Some things are still out of
our hands, Doctor. Apparently.

Here you are, Doctor.

This is Lawrence, my fiancé.
How are you doing, Doctor?



Janette's told me all about you.

I didn't say they were thieves,

but maybe they saw it when
they picked my mother up.

I just wanna talk to them.

Please. She can't be
buried without that ring.

I will talk with my employees.

And as far as a burial? That's not
what we have down for your mother.

I don't care what you have
down. She's getting a burial.

I'm not accusing Janette.

But her fiancé... Right. Lawrence...
the one with the criminal record.

Now, this local number
for you, it's good until when?

Maybe a week. Then I'm
goin' back to Baltimore.

This ring was very important
to my mother. I'll look into it.

Now, if it should turn up in
the meantime, Miss Pearce,



you be sure to call me.

If you could talk to her, Doctor.
I don't want to cause her trouble.

Danielle, you went to the police.
Wouldn't you call that causing her trouble?

Doctor, will you talk to my sister about
the ring? Please, she'll listen to you.

I'll do what I can.

Larry, you got a personal call.

Said he's a detective.

This is Larry Belling.

Hello? Hello.

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Hey, watch out!

Call 9 1 1! They ran her
over! Three of 'em! I saw 'em!

What happened? They killed her.

One victim: three
hit-and-runs. Has to be a record.

That's why we're here. Any
body get the license plates?

No. First car
tried to avoid her,

but the other two
swerved into her lane.

Witness said they were goin'
around a car in the intersection.

There's vomit in her shirt. Probably
happened before the impact.

Train ticket: Baltimore-New
York, four days ago.

We got needle marks.

They're healed... scarred over.

She hasn't used in a
long time. Until tonight.

The vomit, the foaming...
She overdosed?

Fingernails on her
right hand are broken off.

The car that blocked the intersection...
It came from the underpass?

Fresh vomit here.

It's a broken fingernail.

The vomit, it-it
fell in her shirt.

She might've been sitting in a car on the
passenger side when she was overdosing.

She tried to get out.

She broke her nails
grabbing at the door latch.

She gets out, throws up,
wanders into the street.

If she was in a car,

it could be the same
one in the intersection.

Detectives. One of the
hit-and-run drivers turned himself in.

I thought I had run over
an animal or a garbage bag.

I just... The guy in front of
me had already run over it.

And in that neighborhood, I...

- You didn't wanna stop and check.
- Well, no. I didn't.

So you swerved into the right lane to
avoid hitting a car in the intersection.

Yes. Was this car moving?

No. I saw it from a distance.

It was a dark-colored car, and
it had nosed into the left lane...

and just stopped for no reason.
It just stopped... for no reason.

Yes.

And then, I had to go around it.

All right, Mr. Lafond.
We're done with you.

The Accident Investigation
Unit will want to talk to you.

The first impact, uh,

it didn't... kill her.

The other cars... might
have avoided her...

if this car hadn't
blocked the left lane.

But it just sat there...

to make sure that she got hit.

The M.E. found a fresh needle
mark on the left side of her abdomen,

not the obvious place
for a junkie to shoot up.

But somebody sitting next to her,
they might have put the needle into her.

Maybe they tried to kill
her with an overdose.

She got away, and they
made sure the traffic got her.

Mmm. Baltimore P.D.
got a hit on the prints.

Danielle Pearce, 32,
part-time schoolteacher.

She had a drug beef two years
ago. Her mother lives uptown.

Detective.

It's the tox report.
Positive for heroin.

They had the wake three days ago.
They were supposed to have everything...

packed up and cleared
out by the end of next week.

You pretty much see everything
that goes on around here. Yes, I do.

Did you see the younger
daughter yesterday? Yes.

Her and her sister,
out on the landing.

Pretty much hear
everything too, huh?

Well, the younger girl was
making trouble for Janette's fiancé.

I don't know what.

Mrs. Pearce ever say
anything about this fiancé?

Well, she didn't think
Lawrence was much of a catch.

I mean, he's a car
jockey in a parking garage.

Thank you, Mr. Hawks. We'll
check in with you before we leave.

Looks like there was more
searching than packing going on.

That stack over there
looks like Mom's jewelry...

Gold ring, pearls, the
rest looks like paste.

"Suzanne Belperron."

She was a jewelry
designer in the 1930s.

This stuff is very valuable.

This doesn't look
like one of her pieces.

But this does. Somebody
switched the rings in the box.

Danielle, my sweet baby.

Somebody must've
done somethin' to her.

She wouldn't get high.

She was clean. She had been
in a program... since last year.

The super at your
mother's apartment...

said he heard you and
Danielle talking yesterday.

We had an argument over
my mother's things. It's silly.

The argument between
you and your sister...

was about a specific thing.

A ring. We couldn't find it.

Is this the one?

Yes.

It was my great-grandmother's
25th anniversary ring.

The ring isn't worth
much, just sentimental.

All those... emeralds
and rubies...

It is very valuable.

It was made by a
well-known French designer.

The super said that he
overheard you say that

Danielle was making
trouble for Lawrence.

She accused him of
taking the ring. She's wrong.

But she had a detective
call him at work.

And what did you say
to the detective? Nothin'.

By the time I got to the
phone, he had already

hung up, and he didn't
leave a name or a number.

Uh, I'm sorry. How-How did
you know he was a detective?

He told my boss
when he answered.

- Did Danielle say she went to the police?
- Yes, to a precinct on Broadway.

He had a pretty common
name... No birth date, no social.

I had his complaint on my desk this
morning if you just give me a minute.

Did you send a description
of the ring to the N.C.I.C.?

I was gonna get to that today.

Maybe it was because you
saw the tracks on her arm?

You didn't actually
write it up, did you?

I thought the ring
would just show up.

A $200 ring. Try 30,000.

That's a lot of money
to put in the ground.

Well, what do you
mean, "put in the ground"?

Well, she wanted to
bury her mother with it.

That was the most
important thing to her.

Maybe you thought you'd call Lawrence at
work, shake him up, he'd cough up the ring?

Young lady didn't even
know where he worked.

If somebody called
him, it wasn't me.

Well, the best thing about
Sharm-el-Sheik is the wall diving.

Oh, and the fan coral's spectacular.
There's tons of it in Belize.

Have you thought of switching to
nitrox. As a physician, I'd recommend it.

I'll read up on it. How long
have you been diving, Doctor?

I got certified last year.

Will you excuse me?
I need to freshen up.

Isabel? Oh, yes. Excuse us.

Well, it's been three months.
You seem to be getting along well.

Claudia, I'm so glad you
introduced us. He is so smart.

He's so selfless. You should see
how much his patients appreciate him.

All these years, my
wife's been your patient.

Glad we finally had the chance to meet,
Doctor. Claudia's a terrific young woman.

Yeah. I'm a lucky guy.

But you should have
seen her when she was 24.

What was Lawrence's alibi at the
time of the murder? He was at home...

canoodling with his bride-to-be.

As an alibi, it's not terrific.
Let's go with it for now,

and let's assume Danielle
wasn't behind that call.

Who was? Somebody who wanted
to throw suspicion on Lawrence?

It worked, far as it went.

Maybe the ring isn't the
reason why Danielle was killed.

I found this in Mrs.
Pearce's personal papers.

It's a receipt from
the funeral home...

- for a prepaid cremation.
- The old gal was planning ahead.

She was on Medicaid. To qualify,
she had to spend down her assets.

That's what my mother had to do.

One way is to prepay
funeral expenses.

Now, Danielle told the detective
her mother was going to be buried.

That's why she needed the ring.

Cremation... she was in the way.

Now, the name of the funeral
home is right on that receipt.

It's the Hemmerick
Brothers on Clayton Powell.

My secretary gave me the message that you
wanted to inspect Mrs. Pearce's remains.

They're right over here.

They came from the
crematorium just this morning.

Can I ask what
you're hopin' to find?

Evidence of another murder.

Here's a copy of Mrs.
Pearce's death certificate.

The cause of death was a stroke.

One of the daughters was
insisting on a burial, is that right?

Was anybody in particular
pushing for a cremation?

Mrs. Pearce had made her wishes
known by purchasing the cremation contract.

The doctor who signed the
death certificate... Dr. Lindgard.

- Do you know who he is?
- I believe he's Mrs. Pearce's doctor.

- He was called to her home.
- Yeah. Since he determined...

that she died of natural causes,

the M.E. would've signed
off on the cremation...

without an autopsy.

If you want to avoid an
autopsy, don't call 9 1 1.

Call the family doctor.

I saw her earlier that day.
She complained of fatigue.

I decided to change
her medication.

I told her I'd come
back and sample her.

"Sample her"... What does that mean? I
brought her drug samples from my office.

So, I called to say I was on my way, and
when she didn't answer, I got concerned.

- I called for an ambulance.
- And then you found Mrs. Pearce dead?

Her home care
attendant was there.

She'd been knocking on the
door for 15 minutes or so she said.

The super finally let us in.

You diagnosed a stroke. How much
of an examination did you perform?

I didn't cut her open right
there on the living room floor.

I relied on 30 years of medical
practice to make my determination.

Any chance you missed
something? No. It all made sense.

- Because?
- For the obvious reason.

Oh, I'll have a... a guess. Uh,
she had a preexisting condition.

Atrial fibrillation. Do you want
me to explain what that is?

Uh...

It's an arrythmia.

Isn't it?

And the home care
attendant, you didn't believe

her story about
knocking for 15 minutes.

- Who knocks on the door for 15 minutes?
- Right. Who does?

- You have her name?
- Oh, it's probably in Mrs. Pearce's file.

So, Detective, 10 rounds or 15?

Your sidearm.

- Ten.
- Mm. Fifteen's too heavy.

Hard to maintain proper
control of your weapon.

- You're a gun enthusiast, Doctor?
- I find target shooting very relaxing.

Really? Firing a weapon
never has that effect on me.

I'm surprised you have
time for hobbies, Doctor.

You have such a busy
practice here at the hospital.

And your house
calls. I'll bet not

many of your colleagues
still do house calls.

I devote two days a week
to visiting my elderly patients.

I'm surprised your office isn't
wall-to-wall plaques and awards.

That's not what I'm about.

Well, you're a dying
breed, Doctor. Thank you.

Well, of course I
knocked for 15 minutes.

Mrs. Pearce was hard of hearing,
and if she was in the bathroom...

And once you
entered the apartment,

Dr. Lindgard, what did he do?

Dr. Lindgard checked
Mrs. Pearce for a pulse.

I was about to call 9 1 1,
but he said, "Don't bother."

Did he call anybody?

He got on the phone with
Jonas Memorial Hospital.

- He kept telling me to wait.
- For what?

He told the hospital he was
canceling an ambulance he ordered.

And that's why he wanted
you to wait? It must have been.

Because then he just sat
down and started fillin' out forms.

Jonas Memorial has
a record of a call...

canceling an ambulance
run to Mrs. Pearce's address.

But no record of any ambulance
being ordered in the first place.

Well, the call to cancel
was all for show...

to cover the fact that he
never ordered an ambulance.

Probably because Mrs.
Pearce was already dead from

the first time he saw her,
maybe from malpractice.

A blowhard like him wouldn't
want to admit he was incompetent.

He might try to cover
it up with a cremation.

Mrs. Pearce's Medicaid records
are consistent with what he told us.

He diagnosed her with atrial
fibrillation four months ago.

And then, there's the ring.

He stole it. Probably to
distract us from malpractice.

Eames, look at this.

The photograph was
printed January 15.

On the 23rd, Lindgard
diagnosed her with atrial fibrillation.

February 1, she signed
up for prepaid cremation.

He sees the ring. He lays the
groundwork for a cause of death.

And a means of
disposing of the body.

- And I thought he was just incompetent.
- The certificate was notarized.

- Look at the notary's address.
- Lindgard's hospital.

Oh, yes. That's me. I
notarize all sorts of documents.

Thanks to my notary's license,
I meet so many nice people.

Including Mrs. Pearce?
Dr. Lindgard bring her in?

Do you keep a notary
book? Can we see her entry?

February 1, here she is.

Oh, uh, is that her
thumbprint there?

Yes.

Oh, it doesn't have a scar. Mrs.
Pearce had a scar on her thumb. Mmm.

This, uh, thumbprint
has no scar.

Oh, darn.

Dr. Lindgard told me she was too
sick to come to the hospital herself.

It-It-It's never been a
problem before. Before?

You've notarized other cremation
certificates for Dr. Lindgard?

How many?

Well, I've been
here eight years, so...

Claudia said she had
fun the other night.

Yeah? Well, her husband's
a shrimp. Oh, Edwin.

Don't be mean. Hope we don't
have to wait too long for a cab.

Thought we could
walk. To Lincoln Center?

I'm wearing heels. So,
we'll take the subway.

Edwin, you have to
spend a little to get a little.

Well, now that you mention
it. I have something for you.

Oh.

Oh, my! Edwin, that's beautiful.

All those emeralds
and rubies! Ooh!

Oh, nobody's ever given
me anything like this.

I designed that setting myself.

Thank you.

Isabel? Mmm.

Let's stay in tonight.

I guarantee you a
night to remember.

I explained to you, Edwin. I...
I'm just not ready to go that far.

- Not yet.
- All right.

No intercourse.

Maybe just some oral pleasure.

Let's just go to the
concert. Please?

All in, we found 673 prepaid
cremations bought over the last 25 years...

by Lindgard's
patients with his help.

Of those, a third are still alive, a
third died in accidents or in hospitals...

Then, there's the other third.

All of them died at home.

All of them had their death
certificates signed by Lindgard.

How many exactly? Two
hundred and forty-eight.

Has the M.E. looked
at this yet? No.

But with all the victims cremated, it'll
be tough making the true cause of death.

And if he has the same
M. O. he always has,

he'll make sure there's
always a witness to testify...

that he checked the body for a pulse,
did all the things a good doctor does...

He killed 248 people...

just to pilfer their
jewelry boxes?

Or... he kills because he can.

All the deaths were
listed as strokes,

and all the victims had been
diagnosed with heart conditions.

All diagnosed by Lindgard.

This guy was Johnny-on-the-spot,
finding bodies, signing death certificates.

Why didn't he set off alarm bells?
Well, if he'd signed more than...

four certificates a month, our
computer would've flagged him.

But ten, 12 a year,
with credible diagnoses?

Well, you wouldn't wanna leave
any visible signs of violence.

The method of death was
probably a poison, maybe an opiate.

Mm, he's a doctor in a hospital. He's got
an embarrassment of riches to choose from.

Any way to trip this guy up?

What about the Medicaid
billings? Any inconsistencies?

Well, one treatment for
heart disease is drug therapy.

But there's no record these
people ever filled a prescription.

That's in case anyone
challenged his findings.

He would have to document his
victims' deteriorating heart disease.

He'd have to doctor
his patients' records.

Dr. Lindgard wants you to wait until
he gets back. He's a funny doctor.

Is there anything you
need to save off the

computer before we,
you know, yank the plug?

Oh! Oh.

What's that? Hmm?
What, dinner invitations?

A drug company asked
Dr. Lindgard to host a

dinner for the
hospital's chiefs of staff.

Dr. Lindgard is
very highly regarded.

Does he ever work on
your computer? Dr. Lindgard

knows more about
computers than I do.

One day he just sat down
and mastered the entire system.

One day? What
inspired him to do that?

Our whole system
crashed four years ago.

We lost all the
patients' records.

I had to reenter all
the data by hand.

Four years ago.

- Do you remember the month?
- Oh, July.

Um, mid-July, after the 12th?

I called my mom to
see how she was gettin'

along with the heat, and
she said she was fine.

And then later, we got a call to
come over. Dr. Lindgard was there.

- He told us her heart gave out.
- You had a problem
with Dr. Lindgard's diagnosis?

No. With his attitude.

He never actually came
out and said she was dead.

He was, uh, playing a little game.
He made you guess. Yeah, that's right.

He said something was wrong with my mother,
and then I said, "Shall we call 9 1 1?"

And then he said,
"No, it's not necessary."

- I asked him why, and he said...
- He said, "For the obvious reasons."

Yes.

I see that your mother is wearing a Star of
David around her neck. She was religious?

Yes.

- She would've wanted a burial.
- Oh, of course.

Our records show she
prepaid for a cremation.

Did this cause problems
with Dr. Lindgard?

He wanted us to go ahead with the
cremation, but I wouldn't let Alfred do it.

His mother got
her religious burial.

Al, you wanna help me with this.

Sure. Excuse me.

So, Dr. Lindgard was worried
that if the body was ever exhumed,

the autopsy would show
that the cause of death...

was inconsistent with
what he had in her file.

He had to delete her file, so he
crashed his computer to cover it up.

There's still the body. Which,
according to Jewish tradition,

would've been buried without
embalming in a plain box.

Odds are there's not
enough of it left for a tox exam.

You think Lindgard
knows the odds?

Hiya, Doc. You goin' to the office or
is this one of your Marcus Welby days?

I'd prefer if you call me
"doctor," and if you want

to talk to me, call my
office for an appointment.

We just have a couple of questions about
the patient records we took the other day.

So does my attorney. He'd like to
know when I can have them back.

You don't like garages?
Not at 600 a month.

So, what are your questions?

We noticed the patients
whose death certificates

you signed never billed
Medicaid for prescriptions.

That's because I sampled
them, just like Mrs. Pearce.

And where my elderly
patients live, there

aren't many pharmacies
or they don't deliver.

Anyway, at that age, it's
all about care not cure...

Making sure they eat well,
getting the right vitamins.

That's how you get results.

Prepaid cremations, is that another
part of the Lindgard treatment?

It's all done with
the patient's consent.

What's that?

The Hudson Valley
Bed and Breakfast Guide.

Are you goin' on a weekend
getaway? Not alone, we hope.

- She the one that gave you that tie?
- What makes you think anybody
bought my tie?

It's silk, right? Hermès?

It's probably worth about $200. You won't
even pay for a parking garage for your car.

But you paid to have
the car cleaned recently.

Someone have an accident
in here, maybe got sick?

No. I have my car
cleaned once a week.

Look, is there anything else?

Just one more thing. We noticed,

uh, one of your patient's files
missing from your computer.

Mrs. Ruth Perret, she
died four years ago.

Oh, I lost all my
files four years ago.

Didn't my assistant tell
you, computer meltdown?

We exhumed the body last night.
The M.E. is doing an autopsy today.

As I remember, Ruth Perret was
Jewish. There was no embalming.

Did you know they
use a plain pine box...

with holes drilled in the bottom
to accelerate the decomposition?

And after four years in the cold,
wet soil of the cemetery in Queens,

I can't imagine there'd be anything
more than bones to work with,

hardly enough to
determine the cause of death.

He called our bluff. We might as
well have invited him to the exhumation.

Maybe there's one
base he hasn't covered.

Well, Friday night, Dr. Lindgard and I
saw a Moroccan film at Alice Tully Hall.

Then he walked me home.
What time did he leave here?

Gosh, it was late.

God, I don't remember the time.

Is that the kind of man Dr. Lindgard
is, he makes a woman forget the time?

Well, it's obvious
how much you like him.

That was a beautiful
tie that you bought him.

For our three-month anniversary.
What did he get you, somethin' nice?

Jewelry? Maybe a ring?

I don't think I have
to tell you that.

Is that because he
went the cheap route?

Makes you walk home,
doesn't pay for a cab.

He's careful. He has to be.

He still has obligations
to his ex-wife.

He's not one of those millionaire
doctors with rich patients.

He works with poor people. Ms. Dawson, we
understand your feelings for Dr. Lindgard.

But he's not what he seems.

No, he's kind. He's
completely in tune with me.

I don't have to
explain myself to him.

Explain yourself?

You mean, that you're
a recovering alcoholic?

Twelve-stepper's Prayer.

Dr. Lindgard, is he also A.A.? He
doesn't have a problem with alcohol.

Somethin' else? I'm sorry.
I'm not getting into this.

Now, please leave us alone.

His girlfriend alluded to him
having a substance abuse problem.

The only thing we found
dates from 30 years ago

when he was working
at a clinic up in Hopewell.

He put a car in a ditch? They
do a Breathalyzer or blood test?

Just a Breathalyzer.
He passed. But the

following week, he
resigned from the clinic.

Thank you.

Pethidine. It's a
synthetic opioid.

The clinic in Hopewell said that
Lindgard was overprescribing it...

to patients who weren't
receiving it. Let me guess.

He was putting it up
his veins. That's what

they suspected, but
they couldn't prove it.

Call just came in to 9 1 1.
Possible D.O.A. on 137th.

The address matches
one of Lindgard's patients.

Where's the patient?
In the kitchen. She's fine.

We got the call she was D.O.A.
Yeah, that's how it came in.

Lucky for her her doctor was in
the building visiting another patient.

The guy saved her life.

Well, look who's here.
Eames and Goren. Detectives.

They probably thought you needed
protection from me. Why, that's silly.

Oh, of course, dear. Just an irregular
heartbeat, nothing more serious than that.

Smug bastard got us.

This is better than pethidine.
He's addicted to power now...

over life and death.

My office has received calls
from a dozen community leaders...

and public health advocates who
think Lindgard is being unfairly targeted.

Of course, if I could show them
why their faith in him is... misplaced.

He got rid of any evidence. He
tampered with his computer records.

What about the method of death?

Uh, he used, uh,
pethidine on himself.

He's familiar with narcotics. It's
probably the weapon of his choice.

Where's he getting it...
The hospital dispensary?

There's no evidence of that.

Well, then, until you do have
evidence, stay away from Dr. Lindgard.

- You're not letting up on this guy.
- This is, uh, Lindgard's divorce decree.

He's been paying alimony
to his ex-wife for 25 years.

But he hasn't, uh, claimed the
alimony as a deduction on his taxes.

Which means she doesn't
have to pay taxes on it.

Heck of a nice gift. What
did she do to deserve that?

Uh, the fact that, uh,

she's a pharmacist might
have something to do with it.

The subpoena's a final
boarding call, Ms. Cruthers.

Once we start our search, anybody
not on the train'll be left behind.

You were supplying
your husband drugs...

in return for a tax
break on your alimony.

Oh, God!

How long have you been
supplying him? Twenty years.

Once a month, just
enough for his personal use.

"His personal use." He told
you that he was an addict?

And admit something's
stronger than him?

The great man's
incapable of that.

He was shooting up pethidine 30
years ago. It nearly cost him his life.

Not that he'd admit
any of it's his fault.

He blames you? Me,

his dead mother,
even her visiting nurse.

Oh, what did she do to him?

When Edwin was a teenager,
his mother died of cancer at home.

He said the nurse came and
gave her morphine every day...

and taught him to use a syringe.

I was about to give his
mother an injection one day,

and Eddie asked
me if I'd let him do it.

He was 16, and he really needed to
feel that he was helping his mother.

So, I showed him how.
Her pain was severe.

Oh, yes. Bone marrow cancer.

In 1959, they just
sent her home to die.

I came by in the morning,
before Eddie went off to school.

He would've been up all
night, watching her in her agony.

He hadn't slept. He was afraid.

Oh, I'll bet he was happy
to see you. Oh, yes. He was.

Once, I had given her the
injection, and-and she quieted down,

he was able to get a little sleep
before he went off to school.

Was Mrs. Lindgard aware
of what her son did for her?

Oh, yes. That boy
walked with the angels...

as far as she was concerned.

- She had high hopes for him.
- Thank you, Mrs. Morse.

I can't imagine... 16 years old,

watching his mother suffer
through the night for eight months.

And then find
relief in the morning.

It's a scene that he
can't stop reliving.

His experience was
about being powerless.

He had no control over his
mother's suffering, over life and death.

Now he does, thanks to a
loaded hypodermic needle.

All we can do at this point is
take the needle out of his hands.

His ex-wife's testimony is only
sufficient to yank his medical license.

So then he goes into rehab and pops
up somewhere else with a new license?

No, if we wanna get him,

his loss of power has to
be complete... and public.

We need to find
a dinner invitation.

Edwin?

Go inside, Isabel.
I'll be right with you.

Meryl, what are you doing here?
Your office told me where you'd be.

The police came to the
pharmacy to talk to me about you.

What did you tell them? Nothing.

But I had this at home to send to
you. I don't want it around anymore.

I don't feel safe. You're
giving this to me here?

This is very inconvenient.

Good-bye, Edwin.

I want to take this opportunity
to acknowledge our host tonight,

even though Appian
Pharmaceutical is picking up the tab.

Uh, sorry to barge in.
We're here for Dr. Lindgard.

Uh, Doctor. We
wanna see you outside.

You're ordering me?

I'll-I'll talk to you when we
have finished with our meal.

All right, then, we'll do it here. Please
stand up and empty your pockets.

You've got no right to
search me! You'd be surprised.

What's that supposed to mean?

Well, you like guessing
games. Try guessin'.

Okay, I'm calling my lawyer.

What? Oh. Thanks. Well,
that's not gonna do you any good.

And why is that?
The obvious reason.

Probable cause, Doc. We arrested
your ex-wife 20 minutes ago.

She told us she
gave you something.

Could we continue this outside?

Too late for that. Your pockets?

This is what she gave me.

Oh, that's morphine. What? What?

She said she's been feeding your
habit for 20 years. I don't have a habit.

You got hooked on pethidine straight out
of med school. You have no proof of that.

You kicked that habit and moved
on to morphine. That's slander.

Damn it! I'm not a junkie!

Ask anyone here.

Ask Isabel. She knows me.

Oh, Edwin's nothing
like a drug addict.

I mean, I would
know... if he was.

Actually, if one can
maintain their supply,

then a morphine habit
is very easy to hide.

That's a lovely brooch, all
those rubies and emeralds.

But you say that
you're not an addict.

Then what are you gonna do with
all this morphine? Where's it goin'?

To my patients. I
have elderly patients,

many of whom are
longtime heroin addicts.

Quitting is out of the question.
The withdrawal alone would kill them.

So rather than see them
spend their last dime on drugs,

I decide to give them
maintenance doses.

- You decide to keep them hooked.
- Call it unethical,
but it relieves their suffering.

Like the visiting nurse
who relieved your mother.

That's where you get
your... altruistic zeal...

from watching her.

You think you know me well.

Yes. That's where I learned...

what a godsend drugs
are to a suffering patient.

You know, we have his...

patient list right here.

Why don't you tell us
which of your patients...

get this, uh, god
sent... morphine.

You are entering an area of
doctor-patient confidentiality.

Handing out narcotics
without a prescription

isn't covered. Ask
your colleagues.

You know, the fact that
you thought you could hide...

evidence of your
own addiction...

when it's right there in
the quality of your work...

There's nothing
wrong with my work.

Your heart patients keeling over
six months after you diagnosed them.

That's not unusual. No,
really, so many... 248.

They were probably sick for years.
You were just too stoned to catch it.

I told you those drugs
were for my patients.

Drug addicts... That's what
their medical records will say.

If we have a look, it's gonna
say that they're drug addicts?

It's back to you, Doc,
you and your drug habit.

You know, you fit the
profile of a... workin' junkie.

Negligent, incompetent...

Even steals from his patients.

You know, I can't
get over that brooch.

That was the anniversary gift
that Dr. Lindgard gave you, isn't it?

Do you know where he
bought it? He had it made.

You said you designed
the setting yourself.

Wow. Healer, gun
enthusiast, jewelry designer...

There is nothin' that
Dr. Lindgard can't do.

Would you like to see where
he got the stones for that brooch?

This ring... four rubies,

four emeralds...
Just like your brooch.

Now he stole this ring from a
woman whose wake you attended.

The woman whose daughter was
killed a day after she complained...

about her mother's missing ring.

- Isabel, don't...
- You stole her ring.

Then you strutted
around her parlor...

to show me how much
her family admired you.

You feel it slippin'
away from you, Doc?

Feel yourself, you
know, losin' control?

The ground shiftin' under you?

It's familiar, isn't it, that
panic growin' in your gut?

It's the same panic that you...

You felt in the early
hours of dawn...

when your mother's
pain was at its worst.

Her body shuddering with
spasms, and you couldn't stop it.

Her fair-haired boy...

She had all her
hopes pinned on you.

You couldn't
control her disease.

You couldn't spare her
one moment of agony.

Well, you're still
that powerless boy.

Your life is controlled
by morphine.

You can't even read a pulse.

You're just a
fumbling, preening...

god of medicine.

That's not true! Oh, come
on! Your patients dying...

because of your carelessness,
and you just stand there,

mystified by it all.

You're a victim of
your own addiction.

Impotent fool...

People dyin' all around
you, no reason why or when...

I decide when!
It's not up to you!

I'm in control!

I take their lives! I
give them their deaths!

I decide. I choose when.

That's what the morphine's for!

- You don't get off that easily.
- You're under arrest, Doc.

He won't be walkin' with
the angels anytime soon.

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