All language subtitles for Law & Order (1990) - S05E01 - Second Opinion (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)-1.eng

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.

Let's go, let's go! We're losing her!
What do you have?

38-year-old female.
Unconscious 30 minutes.

Dr. Salinas!
Somebody find Salinas.

MAN: She was having cramps
and threw up.

WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Salinas to ER. Code blue.
Dr. Salinas to ER. Code blue.

SALINAS: Vitals? BP 60 over palp.
Pulse 130 and weak.

Respiration shallow. IV with
lactated Ringers, wide open.

Let's move!

I'll need tox on her blood. And
have this vomitus analyzed.

(ECG FLAT LINING)

We've got a code.
One amp epi. Let's defib.

(WHIRRING)

Clear.

Nothing. One more time.
Bag her, Stevens.

What's that smell?
Come on, Stevens. Bag her.

That smell?
It's coming from her.

(POLICE SIREN WAILING)

What have you got?
Name is Ann Bennett.

Teacher at
St. Andrew's Academy.

She vomited and passed out on the
floor of her fifth grade classroom.

She OD? Something.
HAZMAT evacuated the ER.

Health sealed her up. Quarantine.
No one goes near her.

Investigate a suspicious death,
but don't touch the body.

That's why you guys
get the glory.

SALINAS: The lady coded. I tried
to bring her back, but...

What about the smell? The nurse
said it was like dirty sweat socks.

That's what cyanide smells like. I
thought that was bitter almonds.

Either one.
Victim's clothing.

Get it down to Forensics.
Full tox screen for poisons.

Did you get a chance
to take blood?

And blood, too. ASAP, huh?

It appears the chest compressions
forced the noxious fumes out.

That's what knocked
Stevens cold.

Hey, didn't this happen
in California? Yeah.

They said
it was the smell of death.

Five days for an autopsy. Rodgers,
you've got to be kidding me.

This lady emitted
some kind of noxious fumes.

The attending nurse was
unconscious for 20 minutes

and still suffers
from periodic spasms.

This can't be the first time
you've cut open a sick person.

HIV, small pox, TB...
That, we're prepared for.

The unknown, we've got to take
extra precautions.

Such as?

The body is already
in an isolation room.

We've got to contact Health and
HAZMAT to ensure proper safety.

Right. And that means drag out the
extra large roll of red tape.

So, Rodgers, there's nothing
you can tell us now?

Pesticides, chemical warfare...

Hell, maybe
she's ET's first cousin.

VAN BUREN: Thanks.

You talk to next of kin?

Husband is an antique dealer.

He's upstate for the day adding to his
inventory and he can't be reached.

Wonder if he knew his wife
was from another galaxy.

It's a little
medical examiner humor.

In my opinion,
this is probably nothing.

Something made
that nurse pass out.

The patient regurgitated
all over herself.

I think an ER nurse
can handle that.

Yeah. Well, the nurse said
she smelled cyanide.

They got some blood
before the panic

and a full tox screen
will take a couple of days.

Could be suicide.

Cyanide?

I can think of less painful
ways of saying goodbye.

All right, until we know better,
we'll treat it as a homicide.

You said Mrs. Bennett passed out
at some private school, right?

(SCHOOL BELL RINGING)

REYNOLDS: The radio said
she was poisoned.

Why anybody would want to
hurt Ann is beyond me.

Well, we're not quite sure
how it happened, Father.

It's ironic. She dodged bullets in
the public schools for 10 years.

Two years ago she joined us, said
she'd stay here till she retired.

This is where she passed out.
I just can't believe this.

Did she ever have any problems with
any of the students or the faculty?

Something was wrong. She was
occasionally depressed.

She lost weight.

I approached her, but she
wouldn't talk about it.

REYNOLDS: I thought
something was wrong at home.

School cafeteria?
Doesn't open till noon.

Ann liked to come in early, so the
kids could talk to her before class.

We don't have
vending machines either.

Phosphoric acid, aspartame,
potassium benzoate, phenylalanine,

et cetera, et cetera,
et cetera.

You always this thorough, Ryan?

What do you want in an hour?
You asked about cyanide.

And?
None in here.

What about the Danish?
Prune, if I am not mistaken.

No cyanide
on the part she didn't eat.

I wish I could help, but from what I've
seen, nothing here killed this lady.

Hey, the husband called in. He's
waiting for us at his apartment.

Thanks, pal.

NICHOLAS: I was on my way
to see a dealer at Nyack.

Guy on the radio was talking about
a teacher from St. Andrew's.

I called
from the next gas station.

Did you see what they're calling her?
The Fume Lady.

She's my wife, not some freak.

Hey,
nobody believes that stuff.

That doesn't mean
it doesn't hurt.

This is my daughter, Lynn.
Hi, Lynn.

I don't understand. Why can't I see her?
Why are the police involved?

There's a chance...

It did look suspicious,
Mr. Bennett.

Maybe poison. BRISCOE: We're
going to need an autopsy.

I don't believe this. Poison?

Ann died of breast cancer.
That's what killed her.

Well, in that case, you don't mind
if we see her doctor, do you?

Her name is Nancy Haas.
Over on the East Side.

Yeah. Police.
Don't put me on hold.

You know,
I don't see the point.

You don't lie
about your wife having cancer.

If she was that sick, she should
have been in the hospital,

not dragging herself
to work every day.

Hey, my blood pressure shoots up
every year just before my physical.

Some people just don't like
doctors or hospitals.

Hello? Yeah. That's right.

Well, I'd like to speak
to Dr. Haas.

Uh-huh.

For how long?

Can you tell me
what... Hello?

Get this.

The lady is about to croak,
her old man is out antiquing,

and her doctor
is on the lecture circuit.

Who else we got?

BRISCOE: He never told you
she was sick?

He never told me she was that sick.
I've known him for 15 years.

Maybe there were other things
he didn't tell you.

Wait a minute here.
You don't think Nick...

It's just part of the drill.

God, the man's suffered enough.

He loved his wife.
He lost her.

What do you want from the guy?

Well, if you help us, we can put
this thing to bed real quick.

What can I tell you?

My wife and I had dinner with
them a couple of times a year.

As far as we could tell, they
were happy, even with the cancer.

Yeah. You know, I think
that's kind of strange.

He wasn't even with her
when she...

The man had his hands full
around here.

Well, no offense, but you
don't seem all that busy.

I'm twice as busy as I was six months ago.
Nick laid off two other salesmen.

So business isn't good, huh?
I thought it was fine, but...

Can you believe,
just last night,

I complained
that my paycheck bounced?

Nick Bennett used to be
one of our best customers.

Revolving credit line.
Never missed a payment.

We hear he's bouncing checks now.
I'm not surprised.

We had to terminate his line
of credit about a year ago.

He was using corporate funds
to cover personal expenses.

What kind of expenses?

He said he was paying
for his wife's doctor's bills.

And you didn't believe him?

Well, it didn't much matter.
It was a business loan.

The store
stopped buying inventory.

That meant the loan wasn't
properly collateralized.

Fancy private school like that, you'd
think they'd have health insurance.

When Ann was hired, she had to have
a physical for the group policy.

She had a history of cancer
in her family,

so our insurers insisted
on a complete work-up.

That's when they found
the lump.

Which made it
a preexisting condition.

Which also meant that our
insurance plan wouldn't cover it.

She'd already lost her old policy
when she changed jobs, so...

So she had to pick up the whole tab.
Mmm-hmm.

You have to give Ann credit.

I mean, not only did she keep her condition
a secret from the rest of the faculty,

she kept working.

Well, wait a minute.

Wasn't she covered
by her husband's plan?

Unfortunately, he was
covered by Ann's policy.

Maybe Clinton's right
about something.

Yeah, not only is the wife
sick, she's breaking the bank.

Call me old-fashioned, but I don't
see the point in killing somebody

who's already dying.

Breast cancer?

My aunt lived 10 years
after she was diagnosed.

Maybe this lady didn't have
your aunt's Irish constitution.

Maybe nobody fed
my aunt cyanide.

Hey, cyanide is not exactly
the '90s weapon of choice.

Yeah, but it's a lot cheaper
than 10 years in the hospital.

(PHONE RINGING)

LOGAN: I got to tell you, Mr. Bennett,
I can really sympathize with you.

You work your whole life
to make something,

and then one day, it's gone.

These doctors take all your
money, and then some more.

If you ask me,
that's the real crime here.

The real crime is that my wife is lying
in the morgue and I can't see her.

That my daughter
has to go through this.

Yeah, well, when we figure out what
happened, we'll release the body.

She's not a body.

This is insane. You think I
killed my wife over money?

Ann was sick. She was dying.

Well,
I know that cancer treatment

is very expensive,
and you didn't have insurance.

Must have been about,
what, 50 grand?

Doctors, psychologists, pharmacists...
Try doubling that.

That's a hell of
a lot of money.

Do I look stupid to you,
Officer?

If I was gonna kill my wife
to save the expense,

don't you think I would have
done it before I went broke?

Maybe it wasn't the money. Maybe you
just didn't wanna see her suffer.

Let me tell you about suffer.

Try looking at your 14-year-old
daughter in the eyes

and telling her she's not
gonna die of cancer, too.

Husbands kill wives.

Especially the ones
that eat up their savings.

I don't suppose
he's about to confess.

Yeah, only to loving her
more than life itself.

He claims she died of breast cancer.
Breast cancer?

How come nobody thought
to tell me?

If she drank a cyanide cocktail,
what difference does it make?

I'm thinking the bartender may
have an MD next to his name.

Cyanide plus cancer,
it could equal Laetrile.

You been going
to med school at night?

Two kinds of women
in this world.

Those that have breast cancer, and those
that are scared to death of getting it.

Articles you skip on the way
to the sports page,

I cut out and keep in the
drawer next to my bed.

Yeah, well, even I know that the
Laetrile crap doesn't work.

Yeah, well, when somebody
is counting their days,

they may start believing
in magic potions.

Magic and illegal.

Hey, we're not even sure
there was any cyanide.

Yes, we are. Tox report
came in an hour ago.

I really appreciate
you coming here.

After a week away,
the office will be a madhouse.

About Ann Bennett, Dr. Haas?

Ann knew she was dying.

The surprise is
how long she lived.

When I first saw her, I told her
it was only a matter of time.

Shouldn't she have been
in the hospital?

Ann wanted to die with dignity,
not with tubes up her nose.

So she'd already given up, huh?

She did have cancer, Detective.

At a hospital,
it's slash, poison and burn.

Surgery, chemo and radiation.

Unfortunately for women,

the medical establishment isn't
interested in alternatives.

Dr. Haas,
the way I understand it,

you either have the operation,
or you die.

Everybody dies.

I'm more concerned
with the quality

of my patients' lives
while they are still with us.

Well, just exactly how do you
improve the quality of their lives?

I've developed an all-natural
metabolic therapy.

It eases the pain.

Sometimes actually decelerates
the spread of the cancer cells.

That sounds
a little bit like Laetrile.

Please. I'm a scientist,
not a witch doctor.

Mind if we have
a look at her records?

With the proper release
from Mr. Bennett, not at all.

I'm late. If you'll excuse me,
my maid will show you out.

First, I poisoned her,
now the doctors did it.

Ann died of cancer.

There was cyanide
in her blood, Mr. Bennett.

There's a chance
that her doctor might have...

So... So, search her office,
see what she gave Ann.

There's nothing we'd like better,
but we need probable cause.

Did your wife
ever say anything?

It was two years ago,
August 7th.

Ann wanted to get away
for the weekend.

We rented a car,
drove to the Hamptons.

Best hotel, antique shops,
walks on the beach.

We got back to the city Sunday
night, Ann told me about the lump.

She wouldn't even let me go with her
to get the results of the biopsy.

She had the lumpectomy, and that
was the last time we discussed it.

She never wanted me to know
how sick she really was.

You never talked about it?

The woman was dying and she
had to hold me together.

I'm sorry.

Ann never said anything
about Laetrile to me.

Would you authorize
the release of her records?

I don't know
what good it'll do.

Well, talk about denial.

The guy never even asked his
wife what she was taking.

She saw Haas
twice a week for nine months.

You'd think whatever she was
taking, she'd know it didn't work.

The doctor
said it was too late.

If it was me,
I'd have the operation anyway.

Oh, really?

You have anything you'd think
twice about cutting off?

(SCOFFING)

Seventh grade, what's the first thing
you noticed about little Susie

sitting across
the aisle from you?

Come on. I was 13 years old.

Oh, and everything's changed
since then, right?

It's the first thing that made
little Susie feel like a woman.

And believe me,
that feeling doesn't change.

If you got the big C,
what would you do?

Have a cup of chicken soup and put
a rabbit's foot under your pillow?

VAN BUREN: Tell you what
I wouldn't do.

I wouldn't be sitting here,
eating cold pizza with you guys.

No offense, Mike.

But my final days, I'm going to spend
with my husband and my children.

And Mrs. Bennett kept working.

You think Bennett really
didn't know how sick she was?

It might be
in Dr. Haas' best interest

to have us think
it was cancer that killed her.

Talk to her old doctor. Find
out what his prognosis was.

I treated Ann
about two years ago.

A lumpectomy
and radiation therapy.

I recommended a mastectomy.
Ann wanted to save the breast.

So she skipped the surgery?
That's right.

Nine months ago,
I find a stage three tumor

with cancer in the lymph nodes.

So, how bad is that?

If treated properly,
there's a good survival rate.

But that means an operation
and follow-up chemotherapy.

Ann wanted a second opinion.

Well, there's got to be some
give and take, right?

I mean,
doctors don't always agree.

Mrs. Bennett didn't have
a tummy ache, Detective.

She needed the surgery.

Dr. Haas didn't think so.
Dr. Haas?

You want the lowdown
on Nancy Haas?

Talk to Valerie West,
Margie Doyle, Nancy McKinney,

three of my former patients who
chose Dr. Haas over surgery.

Where can we find them?

Try various cemeteries.
They're all dead.

The woman is a Class A quack.

If it were up to me, I'd have
closed her down years ago.

Who is it up to?

State Medical Board. Cancer Society.
It seems they can't do anything.

Haas has a Ph.D. in Molecular
Biology from Columbia,

a Master's in Organic
Chemistry from Stanford.

She was a Fulbright Scholar,
a year at Oxford,

followed by
the Boothe Chair in biology.

I didn't hear medical school
on that list.

That's because she isn't a doctor.
Not a MD, anyway.

Well, she's treating
cancer patients.

Technically,
she's not practicing medicine.

She calls what she does
nutritional counseling.

The Haas Institute
is a for-profit business.

Let me guess, it's not
regulated by the state.

We do our best
to close down the quacks

who promise a cure and sell
overpriced carrot juice.

So why is Haas
still in business?

Because she doesn't promise a cure.
She says, "I have an alternative."

And you let her slide
because of her sales pitch?

We print up fliers, publish articles,
publicize the issue on local TV,

but as long as she doesn't hold her
treatment out to be a cure for cancer,

we can't do anything about her.

It's real simple.
Haas is pushing poison.

The Cancer Society has said her
treatment wasn't FDA approved.

Not the same thing.

It's enough for a warrant.

We search her office, and find out
what she's cooking up in the basement.

She's got a full column
in Who's Who.

We can't just barge
into her office on hearsay.

The tox screen found cyanide
in Ann Bennett's blood.

Only a trace.

Look, the bottom line is,
without an autopsy,

we don't even know
what caused her death.

(PHONE RINGING)

Kincaid. Okay, thanks.

And now we may never know.

Nicholas Bennett just filed
a writ of mandamus.

And in English?

It's a motion to force the state
to release his wife's body.

Have you seen the newspapers?

Front page photographs of Mrs. Bennett's
body wrapped in a plastic bag.

Headlines reading, "Nobody
Will Touch the Fume Lady."

Her daughter is 14 years old,
Your Honor.

CLAIRE: The DA's office has
no control over the tabloids.

And what about Mr. Bennett? Isn't he
entitled to properly mourn his wife?

CLAIRE: There is evidence
that Mrs. Bennett's death

may not have been from
natural causes, Your Honor.

The state is entitled
to conduct an autopsy.

HATCHER: It's been four days
now, with no end in sight.

I don't see
what the problem is.

I don't either, Miss Kincaid.

Something emanating from the deceased
caused a nurse to lose consciousness.

The Medical Examiner...

Should put on a mask
or find other employment.

You've got 24 hours. After that,
the body goes in the ground.

WOMAN ON PA: Dr. Anderson,
report to Toxicology.

Dr. Anderson,
report to Toxicology.

I'll be out in a minute.

More coffee?

Another cup of that,
they can autopsy me.

It's 5:00 in the morning. With luck
we can arrest her before breakfast.

(DOOR BUZZING)

I must have lost
about 20 pounds in there.

LOGAN: We're more interested
in the corpse, Rodgers.

Hepatic failure.
Cancer metastasized.

Ann Bennett died of liver cancer.
What about the cyanide?

No. Not enough to be fatal.

If it was, her tissues would have
been cherry red. They were clear.

The fumes in the ER?

The nurse may have smelled something,
but the fainting and spasms

were caused by panic, hysteria.

After that woman in California,
I'm not surprised.

Sorry, folks.
This ain't a homicide.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

JACK: Yeah?

(PHONE RINGING)

Claire Kincaid.
Jack McCoy.

I spoke to Mr. Schiff.
He said you had requested me.

As soon as I heard Ben had resigned.
Your reputation precedes you.

As does yours.

Including your relationships
with previous assistants.

Three, in the past 24 years in this
office, and that includes an ex-wife.

Shall I be honest?
That would be helpful.

Those relationships
were mutual.

I hardly think that I should apologize
for finding some of my co-workers

more stimulating than the
women I meet at the gym.

I just wanted to make it clear.
I got it.

I certainly don't
anticipate a problem.

Here we go.

Can we get to work now?

Of course.

It's a warrant
to search Dr. Haas' office.

For what?
She didn't kill Ann Bennett.

The autopsy found cyanide. If she's
treating her patients with...

The ME's report is clear.
Ann Bennett died of cancer.

I'm really not interested,
Claire.

If she is selling a form of
Laetrile, it's a felony.

We're supposed to put felons in prison.
Seems a little harsh.

It's against the law for a
reason, don't you think?

Lots of Vitamin E,
Vitamin A, seven grains,

including oat bran,
string beans, rice.

Then there's your fruit groups.
Apricots, pears...

Sounds like something
they'd sell at my gym.

Garden variety metabolic diet.

What about
the traces of cyanide?

Actually,
you mean the amygdaline.

It's a cyanogenetic glycoside, in
this case coming from apricot seeds.

Are you saying Laetrile?

No. Not a high enough
concentration, but same theory.

An enzyme in cyanide attaches
itself to cancer cells.

The rest of the goodies are
directed at cellular detoxification

and restoration.

Fry?

Is there any validity to it?

FDA sure doesn't think so.

Well, is Haas' concoction
actually harmful?

Only if you cut your hand opening the can.
But it's still illegal.

Apricot seeds?

My cousin distributes California raisins.
You wanna lock him up, too?

If it appears on the FDA's
list of unapproved substances.

There is nothing
in my client's treatment

that is not sold in every health
food store in the country.

The Penal Law is very clear.

If you sell apricot seeds as a treatment
for cancer, you've committed a crime.

So, you want to slap her
on the wrist now?

Your client is looking
at jail time.

Jack, I have always admired
your stick-to-itiveness.

I assume
you came here to talk deal.

Tell me, Mr. McCoy, does the
AMA have you on retainer?

Those frauds
go to conventions in Barbados

to discuss how the IRS is
closing down their tax shelters

while I'm trying to save
people's lives.

Those frauds
follow FDA guidelines.

Yes, I use apricot seeds.
But only as a catalytic agent.

They are hardly
the primary ingredient.

Why didn't you tell that
to the police?

They asked if I was prescribing
Laetrile. I'm not.

YOUNG: What's it been, Jack,
20 years?

I mean, I've known you to get wet and
happy over murderers and rapists,

but selling fruit?

It's not the fruit
that concerns me, Counselor.

It's the selling of false hope
to unwitting victims.

Where did you get your doctorate
in biochemistry, Mr. McCoy?

YOUNG: Save yourself
some time.

I'll give you 50 hours
of community service

and a solemn promise
not to do it anymore.

Not good enough.

Don't say I never offered.

The tox lab said
Haas' treatment is harmless.

Physically, sure.
But what about financially?

They paid her for a cure,
right? It was bogus.

Larceny?
Exactly.

She's doling out a phony cure. She's
not doing it for free. It's a felony.

Only if she actually promised a cure. We
don't know what she told her patients.

Maybe we should find out.

Nicholas Bennett said
he never talked to her.

Then subpoena her patient list
and talk to everyone else.

Sure,
I just saw her this morning.

And you're on
her metabolic diet.

Never felt better.

Are you aware that it's
not approved by the FDA?

Look, I'm supposed to hold my breath
waiting for a bunch of men in Washington

to get off their butts?

It's my life, you know.

Did Dr. Haas
say she could cure you?

If I say yes,
you'll close her down, right?

Yeah. That's the law.

You see this?

I am wearing this to my high
school reunion next Saturday.

If I hadn't met Dr. Haas,
I couldn't wear it.

Who am I kidding? I wouldn't be
going to the reunion at all.

My friend Evelyn
told me about her a year ago.

Right after my other doctor told
me I had to have a mastectomy.

Dr. Haas said that I could live a
normal life without getting mutilated.

But did she ever say
she could cure you?

Twice a week
for almost six months.

She showed me medical journals
from Europe.

She said
the American bureaucracy

moves a lot slower
than cancer cells.

And you're still taking her treatment?
I wish.

(SIGHING)

My husband got nervous, dragged
me to a Park Avenue oncologist.

So you had the operation?

Oh, and what fun it was.

First, they put you on a slab,
naked, totally exposed.

Then they start
taking pictures.

And we're just getting going,
Miss Kincaid.

There's a TV camera with a monitor
outside the room for all to see.

And then, when you're just about
ready to say the hell with it

and run for your life,
some man says,

"Don't worry, dear.
Everything will be okay."

It is not okay.

You're alive, Mrs. Hurst.

And with the reconstructive
surgery, I'm as good as new.

Only my husband
hasn't touched me since.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

There's a check mark beside the
names of the patients I talked to.

Most of them say Haas just
offers an alternative.

And you believe them?

Could be that's the answer they
were told to give if anyone asked.

The ones with two checks admitted
Haas said she could cure them.

Looks like about a dozen names.

Good enough
to make our case for fraud.

I'm sorry. I still don't
feel good about this.

You got something against
putting the bad guys in jail?

The ones who'd serve the
public better in a laboratory.

Haas has a wall full of credentials.
She's a legitimate scientist.

Who is fleecing her patients.

Maybe her patients
want to get fleeced.

There happens to be a lot of gray
between the black-and-white lines

of your precious Penal Code.

And where on this rainbow do you
suggest that we place Dr. Haas?

There's a chance the women she treats
live better lives than the ones

who were mutilated by
conventional members of the AMA.

By swallowing snake oil?

You're so sure that's what it is?
The FDA...

Oh, sure. Why not make a woman wait
10 years for government approval

when she might only have
three years left to live?

Who are you defending here? This
woman isn't even a real doctor.

Neither was Louis Pasteur. Let
me ask you something, Claire.

The names on this list
without any check marks,

how come
you didn't talk to them?

A lot of them are dead, right?

They're all dead?

Your legitimate scientist
has some track record here.

She offers women a choice.

An alternative to losing a breast.
I don't...

But is it a fair choice?

If Ann Bennett had never heard Haas'
name, would she still be alive?

Okay, I don't know either.

So take all of Mrs. Bennett's
medical records

over to the head of Oncology at St.
Vincent's, and we'll see.

But if it turns out that she
died one day ahead of schedule,

I want Haas rearrested,
this time for murder.

Nancy Haas. I've attended a
half dozen of her lectures.

So, she's not a quack? On the
contrary, she's a very smart lady.

Five, six years ago, she
actually did some good work.

And now?

She drives an expensive car. The
big Mercedes, I think it is.

My doctor has a 40-foot yacht.
So what?

Hopefully your doctor didn't
kill many patients to get it.

Please, sit down.

Haas charges $75,000
for a series of treatments

you could cook up
in your kitchen.

Our experts said
it was harmless.

Maybe. But Haas isn't.

There is nothing more destructive
in medicine than an overgrown ego,

and Haas has one
that could fill Shea Stadium.

Her patients are very sick,
very desperate women,

who are willing to pay
anything to avoid surgery.

Even at the risk of dying?

Some women can't see much sense
in living after breast surgery.

That's what makes Haas
so detestable.

How sick was Ann Bennett?

Once the cancer metastasized to the liver,
there's nothing anyone could have done.

So her death
couldn't have been prevented?

If I had a guess, by talking
her out of surgery and chemo,

Haas accelerated her death
by at least five years.

I guarantee you this, if she were
my patient, she'd still be alive.

Excuse me?
Don't mention it.

Miss Haas.
I'm with a patient.

She'll have to find
another doctor.

Nancy Haas, you're under arrest
for the murder of Ann Bennett.

You have the right
to remain silent.

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

Do you understand that?
Call my lawyer.

You have the right to an attorney.
If you can not afford one...

You arrested Haas for murder
on whose authority?

She's been ripping off women with a bogus cure.
At best, that's larceny.

She prevented people
from extending their lives.

To me, that's the same
as killing them.

Only you have to present your case in
a courtroom, not a philosophy class.

We can't prosecute someone
for not doing something.

You need a guilty act.
She acted plenty.

Her murder weapon was her lies.
Ann Bennett bought it.

Ann Bennett.
The dead can't testify.

I don't need her.

Haas told patients, "I can cure
you." It's a pattern, Adam.

She murdered Ann Bennett,

and she may have murdered
a lot of other women, too.

Actus reus.
It's black-letter law.

For a conviction, the state has to prove
the defendant committed an overt act.

My client did not shoot a gun.
She did not wield a knife.

She lied. Your client's crap about
miracle cures killed Ann Bennett.

Cancer killed Ann Bennett.

If a defendant's culpable act shortens
a person's stay on this planet,

the law will not permit him to claim
that his victim would have died anyway.

The operable word being "act."

Dr. Haas did not do anything.

You can watch a drowning man die,
you're not liable for murder.

But if you tie a rope
around his feet

so that he can't reach
a life preserver, you are.

Excuse me, Counselor.

I don't see the metaphorical
rope in this case.

The defendant promised
Mrs. Bennett

she could cure her cancer
without surgery.

As Mrs. Bennett is deceased,
I for one would like to know

how Counsel intends to establish that
Dr. Haas promised anyone anything.

There's Lily Freed
of Scarsdale,

Martha Conn
of Cold Spring Harbor,

and I could keep on going,
Your Honor.

Haas told at least
a dozen patients.

Prior bad acts, Your Honor.
It's inadmissible.

Not if it establishes
a pattern of illegal activity.

Haas tells one patient she's got
a cure, it's a little white lie.

She tells two patients,
it's unforgivable.

She tells three patients,
she's a murderer.

She tells four patients,

she's a damn murderer,
and it's all admissible.

We're not talking about a
serial killer here, Counselor.

Defendant's motion to dismiss
is denied.

But you will not mention any statements
made to patients other than Mrs. Bennett.

That understood, Mr. McCoy?

If lanello ruled
out the pattern,

we can't prove Haas promised
Ann Bennett anything.

So we should give up?

We should just
let her go on killing people?

Millions of people believe in
holistic and homeopathic medicine.

Are they all wrong?
Are they all stupid?

Those who die needlessly, yes.

And you're qualified
to make that determination?

Well, I happen to find it
a little intrusive,

the government telling a woman
she has to have surgery.

This is not a privacy issue.
Of course it's not.

Constitutional issues
are defined by men.

I don't think
this is the time or the place

for a full-blown debate
about your latent feminism.

Number one, it's not latent.

Number two, since when did
privacy become a feminist issue?

Go to the movies. Read a book.
Open a magazine.

Maybe you'll see why these women don't
want to get a breast lopped off.

I think you're overreacting.
Really?

Is that why the Wonderbra is the
hottest selling product on the market?

Society forces women to seek
out people like Nancy Haas.

You're right.

It's a tits-and-ass world.

Men are pigs
and we should all rot in hell.

Unfortunately,
that's not my jurisdiction.

That is not what I'm saying,
and you know it.

If Haas killed Ann Bennett,
I don't want her to walk.

But you'd like it a whole lot
better if Haas were a man.

Isn't that what's
bothering you, Claire?

If it were Dr. Frank Haas,

you'd be the first one out there
with the tar and feathers.

But a woman actually taking
advantage of another woman,

that one doesn't show up in the
collected works of Betty Friedan.

Can we get a drink now?

FRIEDLAND: After the recurrence
of cancer in her left breast,

I advised Mrs. Bennett that a
mastectomy would be required.

And did you perform the surgery?
I did not.

You see, I encourage patients to solicit
the opinions of other oncologists.

Ann Bennett called my office and
asked that we forward her records

to a Dr. Nancy Haas.

And you did?

You can only plead
with a patient for so long.

I told her
Haas wasn't a medical doctor.

I told her that her only chance
of survival was surgery,

and that to forego it in favor of this
vegetable concoction would be suicide.

In your opinion, Doctor, would
Ann Bennett still be alive

if she had undergone surgery

rather than this
metabolic therapy?

The statistics show that a
patient like Ann Bennett,

with surgery and an aggressive
course of chemotherapy,

has approximately a 70% chance
of surviving five years.

So, I'd have to say, yes,
she'd still be alive.

Your witness.

So, Doctor,

any patient that refuses

traditional medical treatment
is committing suicide?

I didn't say that.

Sometimes a physician may conclude
a patient's death is inevitable.

But Mrs. Bennett's wasn't?

I'm sorry, Doctor, I don't recall
seeing a Nobel Prize on your CV.

JACK: Objection.
Withdrawn.

Tell me, Doctor, would Mrs. Bennett
have suffered great pain

had she undergone the
traditional course of therapy?

It is major surgery.

And it's followed by chemotherapy,
which causes hair loss

and weight gain
and excessive vomiting.

Isn't that right?

For many, yes. But it's manageable
and certainly not lethal.

Oh, it is to the dignity.
Thank you.

Yes, my wife was seeing
Dr. Haas for about...

I don't know,
maybe four or five months.

And how much did you pay her
in that time?

Approach, Your Honor.

I renew my objection.

You have already excluded all
evidence relating to pattern.

I certainly am allowed to offer
evidence relating to motive.

You can dress it up, Counselor,
it's the same thing.

No, it's not.

Proceed, Mr. McCoy, but be
careful where you tread.

Answer the question.

On the first day in her office,
she had me write a check

for $25,000.

After that, it was $5,000
on the first of every month.

So, in all,
you've paid her about $50,000.

Well, that's not decided yet.

A judge will determine that
Please explain, Mr. Hurst.

We cut the treatment short.

I got my wife to a real doctor.

But Dr. Haas says
I signed a contract.

She says I owed her the whole amount
whether Gail drinks her garbage or not.

How's your sex life,
Mr. Hurst?

Okay, okay.

How was your sex life while
your wife was seeing Dr. Haas?

Maybe I don't have a sex life.
That's my problem.

But you know what?

What I do have is better
than hugging a gravestone.

Thank you.

NICHOLAS: She came home
from the hospital

after the lumpectomy,

she curled up on her bed,

she cried for three hours.

I had to give her a tranquilizer
prescribed by Dr. Friedland

just to get her
calm enough to speak.

So, as a layman, you would
characterize your wife

as being depressed
after the operation?

Definitely. How long did
this depression last?

About a year.

And then she started seeing Dr. Haas
and her whole attitude changed.

We started making love again,

and she started
making plans for the future.

Like she thought she was cured.

Objection.
Withdrawn.

Tell me, sir,
how much did you pay Dr. Haas?

$75,000.

Nothing further.

Your wife was in a support group
for women who have breast cancer.

Is that right?
Yes.

Is it possible that this group could have
been responsible for her change in attitude?

Maybe. I don't know.

Mr. Bennett,
did your wife ever tell you

that Dr. Haas said that
she could cure her cancer?

No.
Thank you.

At a minimum, Young's cross
created reasonable doubt

as to Haas' promises
to Ann Bennett.

Key element of the crime. You
can expect a motion to dismiss.

Maybe I'm not done
putting on my case.

You've run out of witnesses.

I'm thinking about redirecting
Nicholas Bennett.

Young asked him if his wife ever told
him anything about Haas' promises.

He said no.

But she didn't ask him if he ever heard
the promises directly from Dr. Haas.

It's the logical next question, isn't it?
Play it out.

Young asks Bennett,

"Did Dr. Haas ever tell you
that she could cure your wife?"

What's he gonna say?

What he's been saying all along, that
he never actually spoke to Haas.

Exactly. Then Young moves for a
dismissal and probably gets one.

Heat of trial. She forgot.
I know Gwen Young. Unlikely.

The other explanation is that she knew
Bennett's answer was gonna be a lie.

And if she knowingly elicited
it, she'd be suborning perjury.

Believe me,
that's not Gwen either.

So her only alternative
was to not ask the question.

You're saying the husband
actually talked to Haas?

This doctor kills
Bennett's wife,

nearly puts him
in the poorhouse.

Why is he going to lie
to protect her?

I don't know yet.

Is she going to be
convicted or not?

Well, that depends, Mr. Bennett.
That's the best you can do?

You didn't let me finish.

You see, I'm gonna put you
back on the stand tomorrow.

Whether Dr. Haas is convicted
depends entirely on

whether you decide to tell the truth
about your conversation with her.

I never spoke to the woman. How many
times are we gonna go over this?

Until I get a little honesty.

They must be made of brass.

My wife is dead. You drag me down here.
The hell with you!

You know, Mr. Bennett, if it was my wife,
I'd come into the DA's office and say,

"She killed my wife!
I want her to go to jail."

"Tell me what I have to say
to put her there."

She wasn't your wife!

You have to admit,
Mr. Bennett, it's odd.

We're more interested in
convicting Haas than you are.

Give us a minute,
will you, Claire?

I think we both know
what happened, Mr. Bennett.

You wanted
the woman you married.

You wanted her whole.

So you believed it.

I don't know,

maybe in your shoes I would
have done the same thing.

This is tough stuff.

So...

You sit at the back of the courtroom
with your head down and you keep silent.

And how do you look your daughter
in the eyes every morning

with the guilt
all over your face?

What do you want from me?

Dr. Haas lied to your wife.

She lied to you.

She's relying on your guilt
not to expose her.

She knows all about human
weakness and she exploits it.

We trusted her.

(SNIFFLING)

I loved my wife.

If you haven't noticed, Jack, I've
got an acquittal in my pocket.

JACK: Past tense.

Mr. Bennett here
has more than enough proof

to put your client away
for Murder Two.

He's going to take the stand
again and change his story?

That makes him next in line
for the credibility trophy.

He doesn't have to change
his story, Counselor.

If you recall, neither of us asked him if
he was personally bamboozled by Dr. Haas.

You make it sound like I'm
some sort of confidence man

selling swampland in Florida.

Don't flatter yourself.

One in nine women, and we
still have to beg for money.

We notice cancer clusters here
on Long Island.

You know what the great state
of New York does?

It concludes there's a
relationship between breast cancer

and high levels of income.

Case closed.
No further studies warranted.

Looking at your patient list, it seems
you came to the same conclusion.

HAAS: You wait
until it happens to you.

Women have had it with politicians and
physicians who "there, there" them,

suggesting this disease
is under control.

It's murder by condescension.

Their condescension doesn't
come at $75,000 a pop.

Think what you want. At least I'm
looking for some kind of cure.

Well, Doctor, you should
have told your patients that

instead of claiming
that you had one.

Man One, Jack.

What do you think, Claire?

She does it all.

Fifteen years at Bedford, she'll
be selling her fellow inmates

a cold remedy
made from bread and water.

She'll need it.

After the civil suits, she won't have
anything left when she gets out.

I don't think
there will be any civil suits.

You don't think the widowers...

The same thing that drew them to
Haas will keep them off the stand.

Fear?
Denial.

Speaking of which, I checked.

On what?

You've only had
three women assistants.

You were the one
who wanted to know the truth.