All language subtitles for Law & Order (1990) - S03E19 - Virus (1080p AMZN WEB-DL x265 ImE)-19.eng

In the criminal
justice system,

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

The police
who investigate crime,

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

I thought I was being
a good boy

with the huffing
and the puffing,

bowl of soup for lunch.
And then, bing!

The scale goes
up to 208 pounds.

I told Lori, "That's it.
Don't bake me

no more cookies,
no more cakes."

When a woman cooks for you,
that's an expression of love.

It's an expression of
she's trying to kill me.

Mr. Henninger.

Mr. Henninger.
Huh?

Time for a sugar count.

Yeah, yeah.

Huh. I bet
you like this part.

How did you guess?

My...

Yeah.

Hey, how about some night

you let Nurse Lopez take over?

Uh-huh.

'Cause you guys

would never let her
out of here alive.

96. You're okay,
Mr. Henninger.

Sweet dreams.

Mr. Norman?

Mr. Norman?

Damn.

Dr. Morris,
code blue in Room 440.

Rodriguez!

Hypoglycemic shock.
Glucose, stat.

We got
a hypoglycemic shock in here,

and a flat-liner
in Room 6.

Uh, 50 percent
glucose solution.

Do it. Shoot it!

All right, clear.

Dr. Morris,
code blue in 412 and 304.

Code blue, 412 and 304.

Oh, baby,
this one's still warm.

You hear it? It's saying,
"Eat me, eat me."

Come on, Profaci,
just give me a bagel.

No, no, no, no, I froze
my butt off getting these.

You want it, you earn it.

All right, all right. Catch
the call, you get the bagel.

Logan, Homicide.
Yeah, hold on a second.

Okay, go.

Uh-huh. Could you give me
your name, please?

Yeah, I got that.
Hogan-Hayes Clinic.

Could you give me
your name... Hello?

Lennie, you got the 60 sheets?

There's nothing in here.

Nothing what?

The guy says he works
for Hogan-Hayes Clinic.

According to him,

six patients were
killed last night.

You sure he didn't
call from Waco?

Could be a nut.

Could be the last guy
in the city

with a conscience.

Could be you should
start paying

for your own damn bagels.

Doesrt take a brain surgeon
to figure it out.

We're a diabetic hospital.

Diabetes kills.
People die.

Six in one night.
That doesn't say much

for your healing touch, Doc.

We didn't have six deaths.

Where did you hear six?

What does it matter where?

How many was it?

Two.
From hypoglycemic shock.

Low blood sugar.

Isn't your staff

trained to watch out for that?

We had our hands full.

Six code blues in one hour.

Three are still in a coma,
one's recovered.

Well, then our information
wasrt so far off.

We'd like to see your
patients' medical records.

Not without
the families' approval.

All right. Then we'll start
with your admission records.

That's not privileged, is it?

I don't know what's so unusual.

Diabetes kills
more people than AIDS.

Could I have the names
of the two that died, please?

Daley, Claire,
and Stuart, Arthur.

Claire Daley was admitted
yesterday morning.

Yeah. She, uh,
she wasrt in good shape.

You file a report

with the Medical
Examiner's office?

If a patient dies
within 24 hours of admission,

you're required by law
to file a report with the ME.

She was a couple
of hours short.

What's the big deal?

The deal is, Doc,
Mrs. Daley's remains

are evidence in
a homicide investigation

and are subject to an autopsy.

At the time of death,

Claire Daley's blood sugar
was 9 mg per dl.

I've never seen
a reading that low.

The normal range for
a diabetic is 80 to 180.

Yeah, but the hospital said

she was in bad shape
when they admitted her.

Two hours before she died,

they measured
her blood sugar at 320.

Insulin should have
brought it down to normal.

Instead it nose-dived,

and she went into
hypoglycemic shock.

Is there any reason for that?

Lots of reasons.

Too much insulin,

or the insulin
was contaminated,

or her blood sugar
readings were off.

Dealer's choice.

My cards add up to a fat payday

for some malpractice lawyer.

Or maybe someone's dealing
from the bottom of the deck.

Listen, two deaths,
three comas,

all from hypoglycemia.

Out of a total of 97 patients,

doesn't that seem
a little high for one night?

Seems high, even for
the island of Manattan

unless these people

were knocking on heavers
door to begin with.

You got a tumor,
you go to Sloan-Kettering.

You got high blood sugar,

you go to
the Hogan-Hayes Clinic.

My father was on
their waiting list

for six months.

A man can lose a lot of ground

in six months.

He developed problems
with his eyes,

his feet.

He scalded his foot
taking a bath.

He didn't even feel it.

He was scared.

See, this thing
runs in families.

He watched his own father
have his leg amputated.

How was he once
he got to Hogan?

His blood sugar stabilized.

Everything was supposed
to be under control.

What did they say
was the cause of death?

Heart failure,
because of low blood sugar.

I don't really get it.

I talked to him that morning.

He sounded fine.

He was only 54.

Martha was only
diagnosed a year ago.

Her blood sugar
wasrt even that high.

No offence,
Mr. Kendall,

but healthy people
don't end up at Hogan.

She only went in

for their maintenance program.

Huh. Diabetes 101,
she called it.

You know, nutrition, exercise.

She was supposed to
come home tomorrow.

Instead she ended up
in a damn coma.

They should all end up in jail.

Mr. Kendall,

what did they
tell you happened?

Ah, something about
low blood sugar,

but they don't know.
They screwed up.

They took a lovely,
vibrant woman,

and they turned her
into a... I don't think

that's what they had
in mind for her.

Well, now what do you
mean, "screwed up"?

Did she get her shots on time?

Four times a day,
once at bedtime.

They said they

ran a... a blood test
before each shot.

But you never know
with these doctors.

I gotta get back
to the hospital.

These people were fine
until they traded in

their civvies for a gown
at the Hogan Clinic.

Well, that's why God
created malpractice lawyers.

I'm sorry,
I don't see a crime here.

The ME sees more
than coincidence.

Listen, Don, our informant said

these people were killed.

Really? Well,
next time he calls,

would you tell him
to say hi to Elvis?

Come on, fellas,
I look in here, I see

people getting treatment,
insulin shots.

And the more insulin you get,

the lower your
blood sugar goes.

Too much insulin,

you end up a permanent guest

in the Sunny von Bulow
Rest Home.

Okay, see if you can find out
who was holding the needles.

I've been giving
injections for 20 years.

As far as mistakes go,
I'm zero for 50,000.

You don't mind if we check
your stats, do you?

Go ahead.

Our review committee's
already looked at them.

On the night she died,

you gave Claire Daley
twice the amount of insulin

she normally received.

It's the same story
with Arthur Stuart,

Martha Kendall,
and the other three.

If their glucose is
twice to three times normal,

the procedure is
to give them more insulin.

Well, if their blood sugar
levels were so high,

werert you concerned?

With diabetics,
if they sneak in a doughnut,

their blood sugar
goes through the roof.

It's a normal fluctuation.

As a safeguard,
the night nurses

check their glucose
during the night.

Do they run the blood
through the machine again?

No, they perform
a bedside procedure

every couple of hours.

If it's too low, we give juice.

If it's too high,

the nurses give
them another shot.

So these nurses have
access to the insulin?

Well, of course.

It's not like there's
a street market for it.

We couldn't get
the kids to bed.

Too much ice cream for dessert.

Anyway, I was late
getting to the clinic.

Not according to your timecard.

That's what friends are for.

Rodriguez was
already up on the floor

when I got there.

By himself?
For how long?

Come on.
He wouldn't do anything.

He's a doctor, for God's sake.

You don't find too many doctors

emptying bedpans.

Unless their degree
is in Spanish.

New York State doesn't know

from med schools in
the Dominican Republic.

Maybe for a good reason.

He's as qualified as
any doctor I've worked for.

If it werert for him,

we would have lost
two more patients that night.

He saved their lives.

If you see yourself
throwing touchdowns,

you're not going to be happy

warming the bench
the rest of your life.

So, what, playing
Dr. Death with a syringe

is gonna put
a smile on your face?

What about the number
one rule in arson?

The guy who finds the fire
probably set the fire.

You know, you got
some security guard,

he's sick of people
forgetting his name.

He torches the place,
and then plays the hero.

So by saving
two people's lives,

maybe Nurse Rodriguez becomes
Dr. Rodriguez?

How could I do
a thing like that?

I'm not a stupid man.

How about a frustrated one?

We've looked at your
employment records.

In the past eight years,

you've changed jobs five times.

City cutbacks.
I was laid off.

Maybe you thought
you were better

than the people
you were workir for.

I'm not like that.
And this... this is all wrong.

What's wrong is six people
overdosing on your shift.

You got an explanation,
don't keep it to yourself.

Look, I don't know
what happened.

I've considered
everything and...

I mean, there's no explanation.

You were alone with them
for how long?

Five minutes. Not more.

Wait. Your shift
starts at midnight.

Sifford said
he got there at 12:30.

That leaves you 30 minutes.

I was downstairs
in the pharmacy.

Yeah, they got you signing out

3,000 units of
insulin at 12:10.

Five minutes to get
to the third floor.

That still leaves you
with 15 minutes.

I don't know.
I didn't look at my watch.

You just said you were sure
it was five minutes.

I don't know.

Then it was 15 minutes,
wasrt it?

Fifteen, not five!

Okay, okay, 15 minutes!
You satisfied?

Hey, we're getting somewhere.

Yeah, well, forget about him.

The Hogan Clinic just called.

Three more patients just
went into hypoglycemic coma,

just like the others.

So unless this guy is using
mind control to kill people,

I suggest you make
your apologies in triplicate.

We had different personnel
on duty last night.

Unless there's
a conspiracy amongst

the... the nursing staff,

I can't see that any of them
would be involved.

Maybe it's the insulin.

If someone can spike
a bottle of headache pills...

We thought of that.

But we buy our insulin

from two
different manufacturers,

and I checked
the batches myself

this morning.

What about your, uh,
blood machine, the one

that tells you how much
insulin to give them?

You looked under
the hood lately?

It's run off
a computer program.

If it was miscalibrated,

then everybody's doses
would be off.

Maybe somebody's
trying to make a point

about your clinic.

My partner, Dr. Hayes,
is a top endocrinologist.

I'm an ophthalmic surgeon.

It isn't like we do
backroom abortions here.

Diabetes is a disease,
not a social issue.

And it doesn't make sense
that someone

is trying to kill
innocent people at random.

Why assume it's random?

Maybe your patients had
something in common

besides diabetes.

Anything's better

than butting our heads
against a brick wall.

I agree. Once we get the okay
from their families,

we're gonna want to see
the files

on all nine of those patients.

Six men, three women.

We checked referring doctors,

work histories.
Nothing matches up.

All of your victims

are between
the ages of 50 and 55.

Something wrong
with turning 50?

Well, maybe at
the Hogan Clinic there is.

There were 19 other patients

in the same age range.
Nothir happened to them.

Maybe it's not
the year they were born,

but the day.
Check this out.

April 2, January 25, June 12

May 27, November 2, July 21,

et cetera, et cetera,
et cetera.

You guys notice
a lot of twos in there?

So what?

Deuces get you an extra
helping of insulin?

This, uh, blood machine,

you said it runs off
a computer, right?

My cousin, the number cruncher,

he told me that when the
IRS does a random audit,

they tell their computer
to spit people out

according to their birthdays.

So somebody programs
the blood scanner

to find patients
with this profile

and tells it to kick up
their blood sugar reading?

The blood sugar looks higher
than it really is.

They get more insulin
than they really need.

It's not like someone
could just walk in here,

tap a few keys and
reprogram the blood analyzer.

First, you'd have to create

something like a computer virus

and then somehow get it
on the machine's software.

Well, who has access to
the blood analyzer?

You're lookir at him.

Well, ahem,
back at the precinct,

all of our computers
talk to each other.

Same story here?

Yes, every time
I run a test here,

it automatically gets
billed to the patient

on the accounting computer.

You know a lot of people have
access to that machine:

Nursing stations, pharmacy,
outside suppliers.

Your suppliers can
call up the computer?

Well, nobody sends anything
through the mail anymore.

The machine has
its own phone line.

So somebody could dial
the main computer

and then work their way over
to the blood scanner machine?

Well, if someone called in
and uploaded a virus,

there would be a record.

Let's figure they called
during the off-hours,

a day before the code blues.

No.

No.

This is all routine traffic.

Wait. Here. 3:00 a. m.

Someone called in
and uploaded a file.

Five kilobytes of information.

That's not a very big file,
but that could be it.

That easy?

Well, now you have to find it.

You see, it's probably
already attached itself

to the blood scanner's program.

Um, in other words,
I'm out of my league.

I compared what you brought me

to the blood scanning program
I got from the manufacturer.

By separating out
the extra bits,

I found your virus.

Here, take a look.

I type in Lennie Briscoe.

Date of birth:
January 2, 1940.

Blood sugar: 81 mg.
Watch what happens.

324 mg?

Four times
the actual blood sugar.

Four times the insulin.

Now does this thing
stay in there forever?

Well, you call in once,
drop it in,

it works till you
tell it to stop.

Whoever created this had to be
fluent in medical software.

Is there any way to trace it?

Bad news is,
with a little outside help,

any good hacker
could have done it.

Good news is,

hackers are not programmed
for their modesty.

They love to sign their work.

I translated the virus
into machine language.

Now, you see these, uh,
squiggles and happy faces?

That's what the computer reads.

See these, uh,
symbols down here?

What are those,
skulls and thunderbolts?

Not part of
the normal alphabet.

Used almost exclusively by DOD.

What's that?

Oh, DOD. Department of Doom.

It's a... it's a local hackers'
gang best known for

breaking into the Sanitation
Department's computer

and shutting down service
for two days.

Probably took that long
for anybody to notice.

Now these guys
have a clubhouse?

No. They, uh, they meet

on an electronic
bulletin board.

A kind of a party line
for computers.

The board system operator

served four months last year
for computer trespass.

It's a computer program.
Do I get a prize?

Yeah, you get a prize.

How about 25 years

in the penitentiary
of your choice?

Somebody put this program into

a hospital's computer
and killed two people.

What makes you think we did it?

Because we passed this virus

through our
secret decoder ring.

Guess whose name popped up?

Hey, now, we get 2,000 users
calling in every month.

Any one of them could
have copied the DOD's code.

Did they ever call in and ask
about medical software?

Yeah, maybe.
They'd have to leave

a message on one of
the public forums.

How about you take a look?

Try "glucose."

No, nothing.

Try "blood analysis."

Here it is.

"Striker One
wants the access path

for a Blood Analyzer,
Model 203."

Who's Striker One?

It's a handle.

Let me check the user file.

No, I just have a phone number:

416 area. Toronto.

Probably not his real number.

Hackers hate
paying phone bills.

Most likely he routed his call

through some company's
PBX switchboard.

I guess it's impossible
to trace him

using that number?

Not if you know
what you're doing.

Are you saying you do, Kenny?

I'm in Toronto.

Got him.

I can only get as far
as his computer mailbox.

Can you hack into his mail?

With my eyes closed.

Here's the letter.

"To striker one:
Scammed two tickets

"for the Knicks game
next Saturday.

Signed, Zardoz."
Dude's local.

"To Striker One:
Here are the answers

to Magee's algebra exam.
Signed, Hat Trick."

Hey, you want to guess

how many algebra teachers
named Magee

are in the five boroughs?

Things like this never happened

back when we used mimeographs.

Now the exams go on computers,

the computer
shoots out 100 copies.

Eighteen students
acing your exam.

That didn't tell you something?

It told me they were
smart enough

to hack their way into
the school computer.

Look, guys,

if they bother to
show up for class

and they're not
brandishing weapons,

I'm happy.

The kid who stole the exam
calls himself Hat Trick.

Now, you ever notice
any hockey fans

in your class?

I don't know, maybe.

I see 200 eager faces a day.

If I can put
a name to five of them,

I'm looking good.

Maybe if you could just
put a little effort into it.

Well, there is one skinny kid.

He keeps bringing
his skates into class.

I tell him it's a hazard.

He doesn't listen to me.

Tenth grade.
Fourth row, seventh seat.

Let me take a look.

Here. Andrade, Neil.

How did he do on the exam?

A- plus.

I wish people would stick
to bullets and knives.

What's the matter,
you don't like progress?

I just like it when people take

a personal interest
in their work.

Neil Andrade?

We heard you're
an algebra whiz.

So what?

I didn't do anything I
gotta talk to you guys about.

Well, how about, uh,
criminal trespass,

unlawful duplication,
criminal possession?

That's three felonies already,
Hat Trick.

Like I care.

Hey, didn't you notice?
I'm a juvenile.

Well, that's great.
That'll make somebody

in the holding pen real happy.

Come on, let go!

Take it easy, Lennie.

Listen, kid, you want to
do yourself a favor?

We're looking for
a friend of yours:

Striker One.

We know you go to
school with him.

We just want to
know his real name.

John.

What?
I didn't hear you.

John Cook.

John Cook live here?
Yes.

Ma'am, we have a search warrant

which we're going to
execute at this time.

Where's Johrs room?

Uh, in the front,
through the living room...

Okay, stand aside, please.

What's going on?

Hold it, hold it.
Get away from that.

Come on, get off of me!

All right. The techs are gonna
be here in about half an hour.

I don't want anybody
to touch anything.

You got no right, man!
That stuff's mine!

We'll talk about it
at the stationouse.

You don't know
what you're talkir about.

We're talkir about
the messages you left

about blood-scanning
machines.

I left them?

Why don't you get a clue, man?

Anybody can use
my handle. Anybody.

John, we got three
police technicians

going through your computer.

If they find anything,

you're staring at
two counts of murder.

Now, your buddy Neil
might have tipped you off,

but my guess is you didn't
erase everything in time.

Look, John, when I was a kid,

I used to play
with a chemistry set.

One time, I nearly
blew the roof off the house.

Is that what happened
with your computer program?

It was just an experiment,
right?

I mean, it wasrt
meant to hurt anybody.

Little nose-wipe's
holding up.

Why not?

We don't even have enough

to hold him for stealing time
from Ma Bell.

This was faxed
from the computer lab.

The kid's mother
is downstairs waiting.

She's on Page two
of the Riot Act.

Let them squawk.

It looks like the kid
wasrt quick enough

with the delete button.

Lohr found fragments
of the virus

still on his computer.

Little Johnny just
graduated to murder two.

Read him his rights.

I don't know a computer virus

from a case of
the whooping cough.

But I do know that
John here is a good kid.

I'm telling you, Ben,

you're making
a major-league mistake.

George, our people found

components of the virus
on his hard drive.

Don't you think if I was smart
enough to create the virus,

I would be smart enough
to erase it?

Not if you didn't think
you'd be caught.

Of course I didn't think
I'll be caught. I did nothing.

The virus appeared
on your hard drive by magic?

Yes, Counselor,
there is a tooth fairy.

Son, at the present moment,

you are looking at spending

the better part
of your life in jail

for the death of two people

that you obviously
don't give a damn about.

You don't get it,
do you, Charlie Brown?

It's called a virus
for a reason, man.

The Hogan-Hayes Clinic thing
was just the start.

This thing's gonna grow.

We're talking every hospital
on the East Coast,

maybe even the country.

I used to be DOD.

I know how crazy
these guys are.

I know my son, Mr. Stone.

There is no way
he could be involved

in something like this.

Mrs. Wrenn,
with your sors attitude

and the evidence we have...

Close the statutes
for a second, Ben.

You indict him now,
you ruin a good kid's life.

If you hold off
for a couple of weeks,

John will help you
destroy the damn thing.

You'll both end up
on Ted Koppel.

I'll let you know tomorrow.

There are viruses,
worms, logic bombs.

There's even something
the hackers call

the Trojan horse.

Fancy names for programs
that command

other programs to
either shut down

or function in a way
not originally intended.

It's gotten so bad,

the FBI has an entire floor
of us working full-time.

What do you know about
this Department of Doom?

Misfit teenagers,
for the most part.

Typically,
they break into a system

just to show
that it can be done.

Kind of like a space-age
King of the Mountain.

If they're living up
to their name,

frankly, this is the first
we've heard of it.

The police checked
usage details

on that 416 Bell Canada
phone number.

In the last year,
John Cook made

over 2,000 phone calls
around the world.

One of those phone calls
was to the 27th Precinct,

the day after those people died

at Hogan-Hayes Clinic.

Crim Pro One:
You search, you seize,

you need a warrant.

The Fourth Amendment
protects individuals

against illegal search
by the state.

I don't think a kid at
his keyboard qualifies.

He does when two of your goons

are standing over his shoulder.

So who exactly broke
into Mr. Cook's computer?

Kenny Rinker, a member
of the Department of Doom,

a hacker club
acting on his own.

And as you know,
the Constitution

does not bar individuals
from gathering evidence.

Except when he's gathering it
at the behest of the police.

Your Honor, Mr. Rinker

hacked into
Mr. Cook's computer

with Detectives Briscoe
and Logan watching.

It's the same as if they

asked him to break
into his room

because they couldn't
get a warrant.

He's right.

You can't end-run
the Constitution, Ben.

Anything taken from
Mr. Cook's computer

and any evidence derived
there from is excluded.

Your Honor...

That leaves
the cupboard bare, Judge.

But for the illegal search,

the state wouldn't even
have my client's name.

Mr. Cook is responsible
for two deaths, Your Honor.

Without evidence,

you're gonna have
a hell of a time proving it.

I am dismissing the charges.

Judge Pate thinks

the Constitution was
written on a laptop.

Don't like what it says,

push a button,
rights appear out of nowhere.

The crying towels are
in the closet down the hall.

We had that kid dead
to rights. Now we can't

use any of the evidence,
not even his name.

I didn't know that
the Bill of Rights

was written to
make your life easier.

What do you want us to do?

You know how these
people were killed.

Now maybe you ought to take
another look at the why.

The why? The FBI said
it was a game

with these hackers,

like climbing K2
because it's there.

There are bigger mountains
than the Hogan-Hayes Clinic.

You think that

he specifically targeted
that clinic?

If he did, you find a motive,
you work backwards.

Inevitable discovery?

We come up with
Cook's name independently...

And we convince
a judge that we would have

inevitably discovered
that he planted that virus?

And all the evidence
is admissible.

Hogan, Pruitt, M.D., P.C.

Not bad.

Only two litigations
in the past 15 years.

We settled both.

O'Meara, Sean.
Colbert, Mary.

That's it?

Oh, that's all who
actually served Dr. Hogan

with complaints.

Doesrt mean all the rest
are dancing in the streets.

What, you get hurt
but are too shy to sue?

No. Their attorneys are.

I can see that you've
never sued your doctor.

Little-known statute
says along with

a complaint in
a malpractice case,

an attorney must sign
a certificate of merit

saying that after consulting
with another doctor,

he reasonably believes
the case has merit.

And if he can't find
another doctor to agree?

He signs
a certificate saying so.

But think about it.

How many PI attorneys
do you know

who would set foot
in a courtroom without backup?

So in other words,
you can't sue one doctor

unless another doctor says
he made a mistake.

So enough birds flock together,

nobody goes to court.

Could make for
a lot of angry patients.

Well, they write letters:

To the editor,
their congressman,

the guy who
does the 6:00 news.

To the Manattan
Medical Association.

People's bodies fail.
It's a fact of life.

Some people can't accept it,

they look for someone to blame.

Their physiciars
at the top of the list.

How many blamed
Dr. Hogan?

Well, would you like

alphabetical or chronological?

I'm telling you,
most of them are crazy.

Robert Cook?

What does this mean,
"Pending, Southern District"?

Good old Mr. Cook.
He couldn't sue his doctor,

so he's suing all of them.

He filed a complaint
against the MMA.

What was his problem
with Dr. Hogan?

Well, Mr. Cook has
diabetic retinopathy.

It's a slow deterioration
of the vision.

Part and parcel with diabetes.

Sometimes it can be controlled

with laser surgery but...

In his case, it couldn't.

No.

And, of course,
he's blaming Dr. Hogan.

Can I have a copy of this file?

Oh, sure. Here.

Cops. Lawyers.

Everybody wants Johnny in jail.

Well, thank God the judge
can see what's what.

Your son killed two people.

You can say that, but you
can't prove a damn thing.

It's frustrating, isn't it?

It's kind of like

having your eyes
butchered by some quack

and then having
the courthouse doors

slammed right in your face.

Whatever your problems are
with Dr. Hogan,

there are better ways
to resolve them

than killing innocent people.

Quid pro quo, huh?

You know, I'm enjoying this.

I have been run through
the hoops

by doctors, by lawyers,
by congressmen,

for almost six years.

And now suddenly,
you're not ducking my calls

because you need me.

Well, you can all just
pucker up, Counselor,

and get ready
to plant it right here

because I am not helping you
or anybody else

put my son Johnny in jail.

I almost felt sorry for him.

All he wanted was
his day in court.

He couldn't get even
with Hogan in court,

so his son ruins his clinic?

Someone blinded my dad,
I'd be awful mad.

It's a motive.

Well, we found it
without violating

his Fourth Amendment rights.

Call Briscoe and Logan.
They'll probably

find him getting
out of school about now.

Arrest the little creep.

Do you have children,
Mr. Stone?

Then you know
sometimes they make mistakes.

Two people are dead,
Mrs. Wrenn.

Did John tell you that
he planted the virus?

You have to be aware of
what he's been going through.

A lot of diabetics
lose their vision,

and their sons
don't seek revenge.

The disease isn't contagious,
Mr. Stone,

but the anger is.
The obsession.

Proving Dr. Hogan
ruined his eyes

was all Robert
could talk about.

He infected John.

So you don't believe that

Dr. Hogan
committed malpractice?

I don't know what to believe.

You have to understand,
John idolized his father.

And lost him because of
Dr. Hogan?

The lawyer says you can't win.

Do you believe him?

Can I afford to take a chance?

Mrs. Wrenn,

without a confession,
I can't help you.

Judge Pate already excluded

the evidence once, Your Honor.

The CPL does not provide

for a second bite at the apple.

But the Supreme Court
does, Your Honor.

Since 1984
in Nix v. Williams,

tainted evidence
may be admitted

if the state can prove
that the evidence

would have been discovered
by other police techniques.

And you have evidence
to that effect?

Yes, we do, Your Honor.

Through a completely
independent investigation

we discovered both
the identity of the defendant

and motive
sufficient to establish

probable cause
to search his apartment

where we would have
inevitably discovered

both his computer
and the virus therein.

Several weeks after
the commission of the crime.

Even if this
alleged virus was in fact

on my client's computer,

isn't it reasonable
to presume that

he would have erased it
during this time?

Since when is there
a constitutional right

to destroy evidence?

Your Honor, even if we assume

that the state would have
inevitably discovered

the name of my client's father,

it certainly doesn't follow

that they would then
focus on the son

who doesn't even
live with his father.

The Supreme Court
prescribes a hypothetical,

not factual,
showing of the evidence.

They have their jobs for life.

They can afford to hypothesize.

In my courtroom, we'll deal
in facts, thank you.

And I don't see

clear and convincing evidence
of any.

That is a mistake, Your Honor.

The law requires a
preponderance of the evidence...

You're out of order, Counselor.

And your search
is still illegal.

Well, what'd you expect?

Judge Fillmore's no light bulb.

I expect him to apply
the correct standard.

The Supreme Court
never required

clear and convincing evidence.

Meanwhile, we're stuck with

a closet full of evidence
we can't use.

Well, we can't use it
against John Cook,

but we never violated
his father's rights.

You're saying
the father was involved?

The computer printout
of the hospital records

that we found in Johrs room,

the experts said
that he used it

to create the virus.
Mmm-hmm.

What if it is
his father's blood profile?

You think John didn't take it
directly from the clinic's computers?

And if his father
gave it to him,

it's one step in
furtherance of a conspiracy.

Only if we can prove
his father knew

why his son wanted it.

Right.

Their divorce was amicable.

Divided everything down
the middle, including John.

Joint custody?

It got rough later.

She sued Robert for violating
the custody agreement.

For keeping him too long?

Not long enough.

He stopped seeing
John altogether.

Claimed it was
too big a burden.

A shrink says
separation from his father

was dangerous to John,

but Robert
continued to ignore him.

He had other things
on his mind.

Forty letters to the
medical association

alone this year.

And look at this.

It's a letter from
Hogan to a Dr. Watkins

assuring him that
Cook's laser surgery

was done with all due care.

Watkins must be
one of the doctors

Cook's attorney contacted
to confirm the malpractice.

What is Cook doing
with that letter?

This is an original.

It looks like it was downloaded

directly from
the hospital's computer.

And it was attached
to this letter

Cook sent to
the Medical Association.

So this proves
that he knew his son

could break into
the clinic's computer.

You think it's enough
to convince a jury?

Yeah, a leap like that,

they'll put you
in a Nike commercial.

Adam, we know that
Cook planted the virus.

Then he should be
the one on trial,

not the father.

Only, the evidence
is admissible

against the father,
not the son.

It's also admissible

against everyone else
in the phone book.

Makes for a crowded courtroom
and no convictions.

The father thinks
he was blinded.

He's the one with motive.

Mmm-hmm. And rock 'r roll
gives me a headache.

It doesn't mean
I'm part of a conspiracy

to kill John Lennon.

I'm supposed to let
two murderers go unpunished?

No, but you're supposed to
punish the right person.

The father wasrt involved...

I doubt if the son will let
the father go to prison.

I see.

You want to
prosecute the father,

the kid gets a case of
the guilts, confesses,

keeps Dad out of jail.

For years,
all the son heard was

how Hogan
ruined his dad's life.

If anything, I think Cook

indirectly convinced
his son to act.

Only, you cannot convict

without direct evidence
of conspiracy.

I think we have enough evidence

to implicate the father.

I don't.

Let's go to trial
and see what a jury thinks.

Huh.

People will tell you
anything over the telephone.

Call a secretary, sound like
you know what you're doing,

you get the access number,
password.

You're into the system.

Once a hacker's
into the system,

is it possible to
inject a virus

that would alter
a patient's glucose readings?

Sure. Although it would
be a lot easier

if he had prior knowledge of
the computer's capabilities.

Sir, I show you what is marked
People's Exhibit 3.

It is the defendant's
blood profile.

It was made by
the clinic's computer

and it was found
in the sors bedroom.

Would this facilitate
the creation of such a virus?

Yes.

And finally,

have you reviewed the files
taken from the computer

belonging to
the defendant's son, John?

Yes.

What did you find?

I found fragments
of the same virus

that infected
the clinic's computer.

Thank you.

Turning your attention
once again to People's 3,

is it possible for a hacker

who's entered
the clinic's computer

to have this document printed
from his personal machine?

Yes.

So he didn't necessarily
get it from my client?

No.

Robert Cook is
an insulin-dependent diabetic.

He entered our clinic
to try to control

the wide fluctuations
of his glucose level.

And was your
program successful?

Through diet, exercise,
the regulation of his insulin,

we managed to stabilize
his condition

for the most part.

But you werert
entirely successful, were you?

Mr. Cook suffered from
diabetic retinopathy.

That's a degenerative
loss of vision.

We tried to arrest it
with laser surgery.

And it didn't work, did it?

Well, there's no
guarantee in medicine.

His vision got worse,

but not because
of anything I did.

Although I had trouble trying
to convince him of that.

Were you aware that
he tried to sue you?

Yes, but my attorney

assured me
that it was frivolous.

Thank you.

Did Robert Cook

ever threaten you physically,
Doctor?

No.

Did he ever threaten
to destroy your clinic?

Not to my knowledge.

No more questions.

Ben, you should be
ashamed of yourself.

Proceeding with
this farce, it's comical.

The grand jury wasrt laughing.

Well, an indictment is
a far cry from a conviction.

Face it, Counselor,

you're not getting
in the back door.

Unless, of course, it leads
to the bar committee.

Carla, if I thought you...

Just save it for
your confessor.

Let's talk deal right now.

He'll cop to
Criminally Negligent Homicide,

two counts,

you give him probation.

You will deal someone
you believe is innocent?

It's the flip side
of trying someone

you've gotta know
you can't convict.

Look, Ben, the old guy
wants his day in court.

Since the MMA lobby
kept him out of civil term,

he thinks you're
doing him a favor.

He insists on taking the stand.

That's his right.

He's obsessed, Ben.

I don't know what's gonna
come out of his mouth.

The jury might
get the wrong idea.

We'll see.

My attorney,
his name was Sanders,

assured me there was
enough evidence

for a malpractice suit.

So why didn't you sue
Dr. Hogan?

What, you don't think I tried?

These doctors, they all
want to walk on water.

They send their lobbyists
up to Albany

to rewrite the laws of gravity.

Answer the question,
Mr. Cook.

The law says
you have to have corroboration

for a malpractice suit.

Well, what's the trial for?

I mean, they all
scratch each other's backs

and St. Hogan goes right on
blinding people.

Sir,

did you give your son
your blood profile

generated by
the clinic's computer?

No.

Did you ask your son
to sabotage the computer?

No.

No more questions.

Mr. Cook,
why are you so certain

that Dr. Hogan
committed malpractice?

Because I can't
drive a car anymore.

I can't dial a telephone.

I can't go into
a restaurant alone

because I can't read
the damn menu.

Are you familiar
with a Dr. Stadler?

Sure. He examined my eyes
after Hogan had ruined them.

And didn't he conclude
that there was no malpractice?

Of course he did.
What do you think?

And Dr. Beck, Dr. Murphy,
Dr. Madison,

they all conclude
the same thing, right?

But don't you see?

They're all protecting him.

And your own malpractice
attorney, Mr. Sanders?

That's right,
he's in on it, too.

It's called conspiracy.

They're all out to get you?

And you, what about you?

How much are they paying you?

Any objections, Mr. Stone?

No, that's all right,
Your Honor.

Sure, it's all right.

I mean, what could be wrong?

The great Dr. Hogan

can still double-park
his Mercedes

in front of Lutece

while he goes in
for his rack of lamb.

The lawyers can still discuss

their non-refundable
retainers

on the 18th green.

I mean, what could
be wrong about that?

It's all right.

Except that I can't
see anything!

Is that all right?

No more questions, Your Honor.

Hell of a show.
The jury thinks

he's crazy enough
to have done it.

Yeah, three years
of doors slamming in his face

loosened some screws,

but it still doesn't mean
he conspired with his son.

I'm a prosecutor, Adam.

I present the evidence,

the jury will draw
any inference they like.

What are you,
an innocent bystander?

I don't want the wrong man

spending 25 years
in grey pajamas

because the jury

confused obsession with guilt.

You called the squeeze,
you see it through.

So how does it feel?

The whole thing's
out in the open.

You're here as a courtesy, sir.

Look, if you think
I'm gonna say

Dad was in on this,
you're nuts.

The jury saw
the same thing you did, son.

The truth.

If we go back
in that courtroom,

your father will
not be coming out.

You just keep
your mouth shut, John.

They can't touch you.

Go ahead, tell him.

I'm your attorney, Robert.

I see what's going on.
They got to you, too.

Well, it's just
you and me, Son.

Since when?

He stopped being
your son three years ago.

I thought bribery was
against the law, Mr. Stone.

Let's go, John.

Dad had nothing
to do with this.

John, tell us what happened,

and I'll drop the charges
against your father.

That bastard blinded my father!

Wait, John.
We'll get you a lawyer.

Hogan ruined my family,
so I wanted to ruin him.

No, it was... it was me!

My family's ruined
because of that bastard!

No!

Johnny didn't know anything.

I got even for us, Pop.

I got even for us. Yes.

That kid is 16.
He'll be lucky

if he gets out of prison
before he's 40.

The father lived a myth,
the boy bought it.

Ruined both their lives,

the lives of nine
innocent patients.

Are you so sure it's a myth?

Hogan came out
of medical school.

He didn't descend
from a mountain

carrying a stone tablet.

Well, I don't know.

All the medical experts
say one thing.

If it were me, I would have
believed them.

Yeah, well, my dad told me
he'd been a finalist

in the city Golden Gloves
tournament.

I checked their record books.

His name wasrt there.

Must have been a misprint.