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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.

Superglue. I catch
the punk that did this,

I'm gonna glue my
hand to his face.

Ah, don't assume
it was kids.

Divorce, the locksmith's
best friend.

He changes the locks,
she glues them shut.

Mr. Franklin
is a widower.

And I promised
I would fix his
AC today.

I'm almost done.

Now what?

Must be the fuse.Here.

You smell something?
What's that smell?

Look at this.

What is that, blood?

Mr. Franklin?

Mr. Franklin?

Mr. Franklin, are you
all right? It's me,
Mr. Couri.

Mother of God...

What the hell hit him,
a howitzer?

Whatever it was,
they got it down the alley.
The window here was jimmied.

Well, how long's
Mr. Franklin been
like this?

Body's in full rigor.
Say, since about
4:00 this morning.

We're ready to move him.Okay.

Next of kin's
been notified.

There's a message
on his machine
from his job.

DeLuca Janitorial.
He was due there
two hours ago.

The one day he
would've been happy
to show up at work.

Well, somebody went
to a lot of trouble
to give him the day off.

The shooter pulled the fuse.

Franklin comes in,
tries the light.

Sets his groceries
down. Boom.

First shot catches
him in the arm.

Second shot,
he goes down here.

He gets up,
heads toward
the bedroom.

Third shot puts him
down in the doorway.
He crawls into the room.

End of story.

Well, even at
4:00 in the
morning,

somebody must've
heard something.

Goose down.
The shooter muffled
the shots with a pillow.

A very small pillow.
Where's the rest
of the bird?

Well, you see here
how the blood spatter
goes off at right angles?

The shooter
used a drop cloth.

CSU found a piece
of plastic sheeting
snagged on a floor nail.

Okay, so he rolls
up the mess,

superglues the door lock
to give himself
a little lead time...

And he's back out
the window. Very neat.

A shooter Martha
Stewart would've loved.

The neighbors heard
Mrs. Molinari and
her new beau

going for a world record
at 3:00 in the morning,

but nobody heard
the cannon fire
an hour later.

Did any of them say
why Mr. Franklin
was killed?

Seven years in
the same building.

A friend to orphans
and small animals.

Not an enemy
in the world.

Well, did the friend
that shot him leave prints?

Nope. No fingerprints,
no footprints.

We're thinking of putting
out a sketch of Casper,
the Friendly Ghost.

Well, have Profaci
pull Mr. Franklin's
financials.

Maybe he had some IOUs.

They had to be big ones.

No one puts this much
effort into collecting
a $100 marker.

Hey, Franklin swung
a mop for 10 bucks
an hour.

No bookie's gonna
front him any
serious money.

You got
a better motive?

The 1001 nights
of a janitor?

Well, talk to his daughter.
See who he was spending
them with.

Did he keep any
cash or jewelry here?No.

Dad deposited his
paycheck every Friday.

And he gave me
mom's pearl necklace

and her engagement
ring after she died.

That was
eight years ago.

Do you know...
Was he seeing
anybody recently?

I don't think so.

There were people
he felt comfortable around.

Do you know if
he was having
any money problems?

No. He wouldn't
talk to me about that.

Did you notice
any change in his
spending habits?

Well, for the past
couple of weeks,

he did give me some
extra money to help
out with school.

How much extra?

$500.

Where was this
money coming from?

He changed jobs last month.
He said he got a raise.

Franklin put in nine years
at Hudson University.

He took a 5% pay cut
to come work for me.

What, do you have
better company picnics?

They had him cleaning
the labs in the medical
department

where they keep
rats for experiments.

He said he was
sick of the smell.

His daughter said that
he picked up some extra
money at work.

Well, maybe he found
some loose change
under the seat cushions.

He told her he got
a raise. Now, why
would he lie?

Any of your customers
ever complain about

missing typewriters
or computers?

Absolutely not.

So you don't mind
if we call them then?

They'll be thrilled
you're being investigated
for thievery.

Come on, guys,
nobody was getting hurt.

Let us be
the judge
of that, huh?

Franklin cleaned
a building on Madison

with a dental practice
on the 11th floor.

Two dentists, brothers,
with bad hair plugs.

Well, after hours,
they're movie producers
with bad hair plugs.

Spell it out,
Mr. DeLuca.

Amateur videos.
They got racks of
them in the adult stores.

And these dentists were
making these movies right
in the examination rooms?

Yeah. Franklin said
they had women

in and out of
there all night long.

Regular-looking women.

Maybe they were patients.

And Franklin was
being paid to look
the other way?

300 a week.

I found one slug
fragment big enough
to type as a .32.

Fired by what kind of
a .32 is a good question.

A .32 did that?

With a little help
from fulminate of
mercury.

Spectro-analysis
confirmed the presence
of mercury crystals.

Explosive tips.

I'll call the CIA
and ask them

if they counted
their bullets lately.

If you know
what you're doing,

anyone can make
fulminate of mercury
in their own basement.

How? You
break open a couple
of thermometers?

Welcome to the late
20th century, Lennie.

They don't use mercury
in thermometers anymore.

You have to buy it
at a supply house.

Home-made bullets,
drop cloth,
no prints, no fibers.

You smell a pro?I smell an MO.

Let's run it by OCCB.Thanks.

Victim was a janitor?

You mean,
as in a clean-up guy
for the Mob?

No, as in a janitor.

Who's he to rate
a quality hit
like this?

You know,
we find the shooter,
maybe he'll tell us.

Hmm.

James Poulos,
aka, Jimmy the Pin.

Never heard of him.You weren't born

when he was doing
his best work.

Uh, see, one conviction,
1956. Twelve-year
stretch in Attica.

We'll say
hello for you.

Thanks, Manny.

Listen, Jimmy,
somebody copped your MO

down in the Village
a few days ago.

The whole thing
was by the numbers,

right down to
the fuse box gimmick.

No kidding?
Well, you're never
gonna find him.

They found you. 1956.

One time, junior.

Because some bum
ratted me out.

But it was never
on the forensic
evidence. Never.

That hit in the Village?

For 12.95,
any dope could have
done it. Here.

"The Assassin's Technical
Manual.Free Nation
Publications."

Those nuts who run
around the woods

playing Rambo,
they printed that.

They interviewed you?Nah.

They didn't even
get my permission.

And they sure as hell
ain't paying my royalties.

We're in our
seventh printing.

It's a mail-order
success story.

How do you measure
success, in
confirmed kills?

Read the disclaimer.

It's for informational
and entertainment
purposes only.

Well, for our
informational purposes,

we'd like a list of
the people who order
this trash.

Obviously, you're unfamiliar
with one of our other
publications.

"A Citizen's Guide
to Constitutional
Freedoms."

Look, we're asking
for a mailing list,

not the name of
a confidential source.

I spilled patriot blood
in defense of
the First Amendment.

I'm not about to surrender
it to some Jose-come-lately.

He'll argue that keeping
his mailing list
confidential is essential

to the exercise
of his First
Amendment rights.

And a judge
will buy that?

You want to spend
six months in court
to find out?

I'd like to know
before the killer
starts drawing a pension.

He followed
the instructions in here
step-by-step. Chapter 6.

There's even a checklist.

The publisher provided
the means for him to
commit a felony.

Criminal facilitation?
I don't think so.

I'd like to run with it.

If that's what
you want to do,
God bless you.

What does he know?

You're going to trot
out this crap in front
of a grand jury?

Just as soon as they
get back from lunch.

I might even toss in
hindering prosecution.

This is a joke.

As your lawyer knows,
I can get this pencil
indicted if I'm in the mood.

You can't
make it stick.

Any judge will see
it for what it is,

an end-run around
the First Amendment.

And you'll spend every
dime of your client's
money to prove it.

Freedom of the press
isn't free, Mr. Bailey.

But turning over
your mailing list
won't cost you a cent.

I can't believe this.
It's extortion.

It's leverage.

Lunchtime's over.

Go ahead. Take me to court.

I welcome the chance
to kick some
government butt.

You don't want this
fight, Mr. Bailey.

I'll have every city,
state and federal agency

from the postal
inspector to the IRS

crawling up your
digestive track.

Just hold on a second.

You'll have the list on
your desk first thing
in the morning.

All these people
ordered the book?

If you see
one of my ex's in
there, let me know.

Oh, look, somebody
in Quantico ordered
six copies.

Wonder who that is.

Great. My tax
dollars at work.

Greg Franklin worked
for Hudson University?

Yeah. He quit a month ago.

Well, somebody there
bought the book three
weeks ago.

Who's that?

Greg Franklin.

I don't remember
a package coming
here for Greg.

Anyway, the mail room
knows he doesn't work
here anymore.

Hey, why would he
have a book sent
to him after he quit?

Yeah, we asked
ourselves the
same thing.

Figure maybe it was
one of his old buddies.

The same one
who put three
bullets into him.

I heard he was murdered.

But, look, Greg got
along with everybody
who worked here.

Got along so
well, he quit.

He got tired of
the graveyard shift.

Yeah, started working
nights on his new job
for less money.

Mr. Krasny, isn't it
possible that Greg left
for some other reason?

Somebody accused him
of stealing drugs

from the Department
of Psychiatry.
Tranquilizers.

A janitor's always
a good suspect.

Greg worked here nine
years without a problem.
I didn't believe it.

Well, what did
Greg say about it?

He said that someone
was out to get him.
He didn't know who.

Security leaned on
him hard, so he
just quit.

Excuse me.

Well, Franklin was right,
somebody was out to get him.

Well, he got paid
not to notice porno
was being filmed.

Maybe he took money
not to notice drugs
were being stolen.

That would explain why
he kept his mouth shut
when he was suspected.

Maybe he asked for
more money to keep
it shut.

Somebody got pissed.Yeah.

Somebody who was there
when that book showed
up at the mail room.

Mail addressed to
former employees
goes in that bin.

If we have a forwarding
address, we forward it.

If not, it gets
returned to the sender.

Well, how long does
the mail stay in there?

This isn't the US
Post Office.

Is that good or bad?

Turnaround time's
about three days.

Who has access to the bin?

Everyone that works here.

Fifty or 60 people,
counting full-time employees
and students on part-time.

Okay, we're gonna
need a list of those names,
okay?

Sure.

Sixty doors to
knock on, Rey.

I'll tell you what,
I'll take the coed
dorms, you take the rest.

How many mailmen know
what a fulminate is?

One.

The chemistry major.

A first-year student
could do it.

If he had
the ingredients?Mmm-hmm.

Mercury nitrate,
nitric acid and ethanol.

It's all here
under lock and key.
And strictly rationed.

You wouldn't
believe our budget.

So if one of your
students was cooking up
a batch of this stuff,

who would know about it? Unless you
had a cold, you'd know.

You see, during
the heating process,

fulminate of mercury
makes a god-awful stink.

This is a list of
students who work in
the campus mail room.

Any of them yours?

Yes, this one.
Ms. Nguyen.

Thank you.

Wednesday night?
I was with my sister.

She came down
from MIT to visit.

Why do you want to know?

Well, last Wednesday,
a janitor who used to
work here was shot.

We think by somebody
who knows their way
around

the campus mail room
and a chemistry lab.

I'm two for two.
But I didn't
shoot anybody.

Why chemistry?

Well, the killer used
bullets that were tipped
with fulminate of mercury.

And he works
in the mail room?

It's a possibility.
You know somebody?

I'm not sure.
I don't want to
get him in trouble.

Sweetheart, if he
didn't do it, he's
not in any trouble.

This boy I work with,
Alan. He usually keeps
to himself.

He asked me out to
a movie a few weeks ago.
He wouldn't stop talking.

I couldn't follow
what he was saying,

but he kept asking
about reagent catalytic
salts of mercury.

He said it was for
a class in ethics
and contemporary history.

I didn't get
the connection.

You give us his name,
we'll ask him.

Alan Sawyer.
He's a history major.

He works in the mail room
Tuesday afternoons.

Alan? Alan Sawyer?

I'm Detective Curtis.
This is my partner,
Detective Briscoe.

We'd like to talk
to you a minute.

About what?

Fulminate of mercury.
You familiar with it?

You must've heard
about my project.

That's right,
you were in
the mail room.

Your crystal ball
tell you that?

Nah, I went there
to get my paycheck
during lunch.

Then you must've
talked to Little Orchid?

Little Orchid? Who's she?
A friend of Pocahontas?

She's a chemistry whiz.
Little Orchid's her
name in Vietnamese.

She told you
about my project.Yeah.

Now, you can
tell us about it.

Minamata. It's this
Japanese fishing village.

About 40 years ago,
a paper mill dumped

600 tons of mercury
into the bay there.

People died,
babies were born
with birth defects.

That's horrible.
So what's your
project about?

I'm writing
a history paper
for class.

It's about the evolution
of corporate responses to
environmental disasters.

I got the idea from my dad.
He's a corporate lawyer.

Hmm. Well, how'd you go
from poisoned fish
to mercury explosives?

I've been curious
about mercury for
a while.

Little Orchid wasn't
paying attention to
me, anyway.

She's hot for Brad Pitt.

Okay?

Oh, one more thing.

Where were you
Wednesday night?

In my dorm room,
cramming for
a mid-term.

It was nice
talking to you guys.

My dad's a corporate lawyer,
your witness is confused,

I have a fine alibi...

And an excuse
for everything.

Let's start
with the alibi.

I saw him in the bathroom
a couple of times.

Besides that,
his door was closed.
He had the music going.

What about
after midnight?

His door was closed.
He had the music going.

Believe me,
I'd love to help you
lock this guy up.

Oh, why is that?
You don't like his music?

I don't like him.
The guy's a pig.

Let me ask you something.
You ever notice any unusual
smells coming from his room?

Unusual? The guy's
got a hotplate in there.

I don't know what
he's been cooking lately,
but it smells like roadkill.

Did you ever hear him
talk about a janitor

that worked in the
Department of Psychiatry?

A guy named
Greg Franklin?No.

Why? Was he Sawyer's
mystery lover?

Why would you say that?

Sawyer's over there
every night around 7:00.

He says he gets
paid to do scut work
in the research lab,

but you never know.

I placed an ad in
the campus newspaper.
Alan answered.

I pay him $100
a week to collate data.On what?

We research new
psychotropic drugs

using animals and
humans as subjects.

So these rats
are all on drugs?VARICK: Yes.

The same kind of
drugs that were
stolen last month?

No, no. Those
were tranquilizers.

Is Alan in some
kind of trouble?

Well, the janitor who used
to clean the building was
killed a few days ago.

Greg? Oh, my God.

And you suspect Alan?

You're the psychiatrist,
Dr. Varick. Is Alan
the type?

Well, anyone is
the type, Detective.

I don't have to
tell you that.

Well, if Alan had
some kind of a beef
with Greg,

it would narrow
things down.

Not that I know of.

I'm sorry I can't
be more helpful.

We faxed his photo to
every chemical supply
house in the area.

Nobody called back to say
that he was in their store.

Campus security's
letting CSU

and the bomb squad
search the common
areas of Sawyer's dorm.

We figured if he made
the stuff in his room,

they might find gas
residue in the hallway.

You talk to a judge
about a search warrant
for his room?

Yeah, Judge Serena.
She wasn't too impressed
with our coincidences.

Yeah. Our profile of
someone with knowledge
of explosives

and someone who had access
to the mail room and
Psychiatry Department

wasn't specific enough.

Did you tell her about
the smell from his room?

Oh, you'll be glad to
know that "Unidentified

"transient odors
aren't probable cause."

Well, bring Alan
in for a chat.

See what he thinks
about our coincidences.

I've never seen this book.
Is it any good?

Oh, yeah.
It's a real page-turner.

So you in the mail room,
coincidence number one.

Little Orchid,
coincidence number two.

I explained that.Yeah, right,
the contaminated fish.

Number three,
you work in the same lab

that Franklin
was cleaning up.

That doesn't count.

I know two people
in the mail room
from pre-med.

They take classes in
that same building.

Number four,
the stench in your room.

That one's easy.

I tried making Hom yu.
It's this Chinese pork dish.

It really stinks
the place up.

You got it all
covered, don't you?

Here, check
my fingerprints.

You'll see that
I wasn't in that
guy's apartment.

Give me a break.
You wore gloves, Alan.

You know we didn't
find any prints.

What about my hair?
If I was there as
long as you say,

you would've found
some of my hair.

Hey, we know
about the drop cloth

and the lights
and the pillow.

You followed every
damn instruction
in that book!

So, I'm guilty because
you don't have any evidence?

Lori Franklin is here.

Ms. Franklin.

Is that him?

Yes. Now take your time.

His name is Alan Sawyer.

No, I never heard
Dad talk about him.

No, I never saw him.

Okay. Thanks for coming in.

CSU finished
their search of the dorm.

No fulminate of
mercury residue.

But look what
they found missing.

The mercury-filled
bubbles that make

the thermostats in
his dorm go on and off.

You know, it's time
I called my parents.

No, it's time we
put you under arrest

for the murder
of Greg Franklin.

Stand up.
You have the right
to remain silent.

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

You have the right
to an attorney.

If you cannot afford
one, one will be
appointed to you.

You understand that?

Yes.

But I'd really like
to talk to my parents.

No, first, we're
gonna talk about

where you got
the mercury for
your bullets.

Hey, you know that
really had us going,
Alan. Till now.

The thermostats in your
dorm. They're missing
the mercury switches.

Coincidence number five.
And your prints are
on those switches.

Okay.

I put on a shower
cap and plastic gloves.

I put down the drop cloth
and I unscrewed the fuse
and I waited for him.

As soon as the door
closed, I shot him.

Why'd you do it, Alan?

Did it have
something to do with
the stolen drugs?

I stole those
so they'd blame
him and fire him.

Why? What did
Franklin ever
do to you?

He was a Knight Templar.

He was 600 years old.

They told me he was
trying to kill me.

Who said that?

King Philip
and Pope Clement.

They told me to shoot him
and they told me how.

I still can't believe
the judge turned us
down for bail.

Whatever perfume you
were wearing, Ms. Ross,
I should start wearing too.

Anyway, I talked to
Alan, and we're
changing our plea.

You finally got around
to reading his confession?

Please, I was halfway to
the Garden last night when
I caught this case.

We're pleading not guilty
by reason of mental disease.

I beg your pardon?The kid hears voices.

Didn't you read
his statement?

Every word.

Including how he carefully
planned and executed a
cold-blooded murder.

I didn't say he was
stupid. He's a diagnosed
schizophrenic.

Diagnosed by whom?

Dr. Christian Varick.

Chief of psychiatric
research at Hudson
University.

Alan's been under his care
for the last four months.

The police talked to
Varick. He never said
he was treating Alan.

I doubt he forgot.

Maybe your detectives
forgot he told them.

I am paying Alan $100
a week as a test subject
in a drug study.

It would've been
nice to know that
before we arrested him.

My hands were tied
by the doctor-patient
privilege.

You understand my dilemma.

His lawyer claims
he can't appreciate

the consequences
of his actions.

That might've been
true four months ago.

He was paranoid,
he heard voices,
he had violent fantasies

concerning the Crusades
and the medieval knights.

And now?

According to my
research assistant's
evaluations,

he is asymptomatic.

No more voices?That's right.

As long as he keeps
taking his medication.

Which is what?

Well, half the subjects
in my study are taking
fluphenazine.

The other half are on T489.
It's an experimental drug.

I broke Alan's
double-blind coding
last night

to see which
group he was in.

He's been taking T489.

It's had
a remarkable effect.

So Pope Clement
and King Philip?

I don't know why Alan
killed Mr. Franklin,

but it had nothing to
do with his disease.

This is pretty much
what Varick told
me over the phone.

You want to change your
plea back to plain
vanilla not guilty?

We're not
conceding anything.

Motion to
suppress the confession?

Plan B.

Twice during his
interrogation,

my client asked to
speak to his parents.

Twice, the police refused.

His client
is not a minor.

Asking for mom and
dad is not the same

as invoking
the right to counsel.

It is if dad's
an attorney.

A corporate attorney
from Baltimore.

Miranda doesn't say
that a defendant can

only ask for New York
criminal lawyers.

The police knew his
father was an attorney?

He told them so in
an earlier interview.

He said it
in passing.

Your Honor, if he
wanted to speak to his
father as an attorney,

he should've said
so when he was read
his rights.

There are no magic
words, Mr. McCoy.

Your officers
should've erred on
the side of caution.

Mr. Sawyer was
denied counsel.

I'm gonna suppress
his confession.

Is there any other
evidence that might
sustain the charges?

We have his fingerprints
on the broken thermostats...

Along with the prints of
a dozen other individuals.

I don't see
legal sufficiency here,
Mr. McCoy.

I'm dismissing the
charges and releasing
Mr. Sawyer.

He shoots my
father three times,
he confesses,

and now he gets to go home?

What about my
father's rights?

Doesn't anybody
care about that?

We do.

And we have every intention
of pursuing the case
against Alan Sawyer.

The police do
anything right?

They searched
everywhere Sawyer
could've hidden evidence.

I wish I could tell
you to take a plea.

Call Briscoe and Curtis.
Give them the bad news.

This is interesting.

I asked the Baltimore
state's attorney

to run Sawyer's
parents for a gun permit.

His father
owns a Ruger .32.

I'll call Amtrak.

We have nothing to tell you,
Ms. Ross. We don't know
where the gun is.

As a lawyer, you
know it's the law

to report a lost
or stolen weapon.

I'm familiar
with the law.

Since no report was made,
the gun should still be here.

Fred, please.
This isn't helping him.

When we heard that
Alan was arrested,

we looked for the gun
and it wasn't here.

We're not saying
that Alan took it.

When was
Alan last here?

Our son is sick.
He's not responsible
for his actions.

That's not what
Dr. Varick says.

Well, he's wrong.

Alan spent the night here
about a month ago.

In the morning,
I found him huddled in
the corner of his room,

naked and crying.

He said the voices were
telling him to do
terrible things.

We'd never seen
him this bad.

We thought the drugs
had him under control.

Did you call Dr. Varick?

Well, of course.

He said it was
an anxiety attack.

Told us to put him
on the train back
to New York.

Have you spoken
to Alan since?No.

We tried to
visit him in jail.

He won't see us.

He's scared.
He knows that
he needs help.

You want to have him
committed, Ms. Ross?

Two days ago,
you wanted him
in prison.

Two days ago,
I hadn't spoken
to his parents.

And where did they get
their medical degree?

Maybe they're wrong.
Maybe Varick is.

We can file for
a Section 934-A
admission

and let the doctors at
Bellevue make the call.

It might keep him off
the streets for at least
a couple of months.

The parents will
swear out an affidavit?

Already done.

Pick him up.We might not need to.

His parents think
there's a chance

he might volunteer
to commit himself.

My parents think
this is a good idea?

Yes, they do.

They're very
concerned about you.

I feel... I feel
awful about that
dead man.

He didn't...Alan, we're not
here to discuss that.

If you agree to
commit yourself, Alan,
you'll get help.

Isn't that what you want?

Yeah, yeah. I...

Alan...

I know.
I'm not gonna say
anything about that.

I...

I just... I don't know
what's happened to me.

I mean, I wasn't always...
I just don't understand it.

All right,
Alan, that's enough.

Mr. McCoy just
wants to lock you up

until he can charge
you with murder again.

I want him where he
won't hurt himself
or anyone else.

The problem is you
want him in the system.

My job is to keep him
out. If he needs help,
he'll get it.

During my examination,
Mr. Sawyer experienced
auditory hallucinations.

He described
violent fantasies,

and he expressed
ideas of reference.

In your opinion,
does he pose a danger
to himself or others?

Yes, he does.

Thank you.

Doctor, how much time
did you spend with Alan
before concluding

he's a menace to society?

Uh, 45 minutes.

Thank you for
stopping by today.
No more questions.

I have a BS in chemistry
from Harvard, an MD and
a PhD from Yale.

I did my residency in
psychiatry at Columbia,
and for the last 10 years,

I've been conducting
clinical studies

in the treatment
of schizophrenia.

And Alan was a subject
in one of these studies?

Yes. For the past
four months,

he was under my care
and receiving drug therapy.

An experimental drug?

Yes. T489.

Which has effectively
controlled his symptoms.

Your Honor,
we offer into evidence
the weekly evaluations

prepared by Dr. Varick
and his staff.

So entered.

Doctor, in your
expert opinion,

does Alan pose a danger
to himself or to others?

As long as he is
properly medicated,

there is no reason
to commit him.

Properly medicated.

Does that mean if
Alan is released today,

you'll take him
back into your study
and give him T489 again?

No. His value as
a test subject has
been compromised.

I see.

Alan's parents
and two respected
psychiatrists agree

that Alan hears voices.

He's erratic and
possibly violent.

How do you explain that?

Your respected psychiatrists
spent a total of an
hour-and-a-half with Alan.

And his parents are
parents, not doctors.

Isn't it possible
that you made a mistake?

It's not likely.

That arrogant bastard.

Obviously, arrogance
goes a long way with
Judge Steinman.

She and Varick must
be the only two people
in that building

that don't think Alan
should be committed.

I don't understand
what Varick's thinking.

That makes two of us.
I looked at Alan's
evaluations.

The day after his
so-called anxiety attack,
he was given perfect scores.

Well, maybe his
anxiety passed.

But why isn't
there a mention of it?

You'd think they'd
note it as a possible

side effect of
an experimental drug.

Varick's fudging
his evaluations?

Or his research assistant is.
Her signature's on every one.

Then why didn't
she testify?

Ask Alan's lawyer.
It was his call.

But you're the one
who evaluated him,
Ms. Perry.

But Dr. Varick's the
one with the alphabet
soup after his name.

Believe me, he makes
a better witness
than I do.

Someone who's never
examined Alan?

Not true.

He conducted
the initial interview,
he did the diagnosis,

and he met with
Alan every month.

And in between,
he relied on
your evaluations.

Well, we've worked
together six years.
He trusts my judgment.

Then why isn't there
a record of Alan's
anxiety attack?

I discussed it
with Dr. Varick.

He said it was unrelated
to his condition and
his medication.

What was it related to,
Ms. Perry,
the phases of the moon?

His parents said he
was hearing voices.

Parents say and do
a lot of things,
Ms. Ross.

We have to rely on
our own observations.

Hey. Absolut soda, please.

Excuse us, Mike.

Sure.

Will I need a refill?

You're buying this
round and the next.Yeah?

Perry boasted how effective
Varick was on the stand.

She'd know.
She's seen him in action.

"Filed in Philadelphia
County, 1991.

"The estate of Cathy Simon
v. Dr. Christian Varick."

Varick conducted drug
studies at Darby University
from 1990 to 1993.

Cathy Simon was
a senior there.

She was one of
his guinea pigs?

Yes.

According to the complaint,

Cathy was diagnosed
as suffering
schizoaffective disorder.

The first month she
was in Varick's study,
dramatic results.

Then her mood
swings returned.

Varick told her
parents to be patient.

Let me guess,
she got worse.

Her parents begged Varick
to change her medication.

He stopped returning
their calls.

Three weeks later,
Cathy Simon jumped
off the Tacony Bridge.

Son of a bitch.

A manic-depressive
commits suicide.
Somebody call Ripley's.

What's unbelievable, Adam,

is Varick knew
something was
wrong and ignored it.

Well, 12 jurors in
Philadelphia didn't
see it that way.

And what does any
of this have to do
with the Sawyer kid?

His evaluations were off.
He had a relapse
and Varick missed it.

Uh-huh.

"I'm sorry. I goofed.
Won't do it again."

Drug company funding
his research wouldn't be
thrilled to hear that.

Why? Mistakes happen.

Once is a mistake, twice...

Twice, what?

If it was
an honest mistake,

at this point, he wouldn't
be paying much attention
to Sawyer.

But he puts his
reputation on the line

for a man who
committed a murder.

My hunch is something
else is going on.

Well, we know
what he told us.

What'd he tell
the drug company?

We don't give
million-dollar
grants to people

we don't trust to
test our product.

You write a check,
then what?

You wait for Dr. Varick
to mail you his results?

Of course not.
We have regular audits.

And I meet with
Dr. Varick every month
to review his data.

Did you discuss a patient
named Alan Sawyer?

Test subjects
are assigned numbers.

Patient number 12.

I want to make our
company's position clear.

Dr. Varick told us
he followed strict
protocols.

All potential test
subjects were given
physical exams,

neuro-psychological workups,
including PET scans.

We relied on
Dr. Varick completely.

Save that for
your press release.
Now, patient number 12.

He showed rapid
improvement in the
first weeks of the study.

Dr. Varick was
very enthusiastic.

Sounds like he already
knew Alan was on
the experimental drug.

Wasn't this
a double-blind study?

It's possible
Dr. Varick broke

the double-blind code
earlier than he should,

but the results
were so remarkable.

According to Varick.

You're aware the data
were collected by his
research assistant?

Of course.

Jill Perry is
eminently qualified.

In fact, we're considering
a grant proposal she
submitted.

She's branching
out on her own?Yes.

Soon as the T489
study is complete,

she's taking a position
at Texas Union College.

I'm on a first-name basis
with the Dallas County D.A.,
Ms. Perry.

You might get
away from Varick,
but not from me.

I'm not running from
anybody. Dr. Varick
knows I'm leaving.

He even helped me
fill out the grant
application.

What?
What's the matter?

Don't you know when
you're being set up?

You signed those evaluations.
He testified he relied on
your judgment.

When it hits the fan,
he'll duck and let you
take it in the face.

He wouldn't do that.
We both stand
behind our work.

With his prestige
on the line?

It'll be your
word against his.

And as you
pointed out,

he makes a much better
witness than you do.

Who knows, he might
even convince us.

Two months ago,
I told him Alan
was relapsing.

He examined him.
He said I was wrong.
Alan was fine.

Was he?No.

All of his symptoms
returned. The voices, visual
hallucinations, the works.

But Dr. Varick kept
him on the T489

and he told me to keep
his evaluations high.

Did he tell you why?

He'd convinced the drug
company Alan was the
poster boy for T489.

They were happy
and he wanted to
keep them happy.

And keep the grant
money flowing.Hmm.

I felt so sorry for
Alan. He knew the
drug wasn't working.

He was so helpless
and so scared.

He thought everyone
was out to get him.

Did he threaten
to hurt anyone?

Yes.

He talked about
Greg Franklin.

He said he had
orders to kill him.

I told Dr. Varick,
but he didn't think
Alan was serious.

What about you?

I just crossed my fingers.

I just talked
to Alan's lawyer.

I told him what
Jill Perry said.We have a deal?

Alan goes to criminal
detention at Bellevue.

He doesn't get out
until two doctors
of our choosing say so.

Good. Next case.

People v. Christian Varick.

Yeah.
On what charge, perjury?

A violent schizophrenic
threatened to kill
Greg Franklin.

Varick knew
and did nothing.

He recklessly caused
Greg Franklin's death.

Man two.

I like it.
Pick him up.

The statute's clear,
Your Honor. The defendant
has to cause the death.

By being aware of

and consciously disregarding
a substantial and
unjustifiable risk.

That's very clear.

There's nothing
reckless here, Jack.

At worst, it's an
error in judgment.

His work is as
much art as science.

It's mostly hubris.

He could've
hospitalized Alan,

changed his medication,
warned Greg Franklin.

Instead, he told
his research assistant
to falsify records.

I had legitimate
reasons for keeping Alan
on the experimental drug.

I was convinced
he'd bounce back.

Your Honor, there are
other remedies available.

The People are trying
to criminalize
medical malpractice.

Lawsuits are fine
for Alan Sawyer

and for Greg
Franklin's family.

The People are entitled
to their own remedy
in this court.

Agreed.Your Honor,

research is
about taking risks.

If you let them
put me on trial,

you will be sending a chill
through the entire
scientific community.

It's a risk I'm
willing to take.

Mr. McCoy, is there
any way to work this out?

He pleads to criminally
negligent homicide,

he serves three years,
he gives up his license.

He pleads misdemeanor
assault for withholding
care from Mr. Sawyer.

One-year probation.
He keeps his license.

That's unacceptable.

Then I guess I'll
see you all in court.

People's 27.
Alan's evaluations.

Take it to projects
and have it blown up 200%.

200%. How about 500%?

You don't want
the jury to have
to squint.

200.

Get used to working
on a budget. Next.

Speaking of...
Varick's research
budget. Relevant?

Let me see Alan's file.

Budget line item eight,
32 PET scans ordered
at $1500 a pop.

That's two for every
patient in Varick's study.

No record of any scan here.

Check the summaries
of the other patient files.

No PET scans
for any of them.

Either they're missing
or they were never
done in the first place.

Talk to Alan.

I think about him,
you know.

I see his face.

I can't believe
I did that to someone.

You weren't
responsible, Alan.

I'm taking new drugs
now. I don't hear
the voices as much.

Do you remember
getting a brain scan
for Dr. Varick's study?

A PET scan?
Yeah, sure.

When you first
signed up for
the study?

No, later, after the drug
started wearing off.
Varick went with me.

Do you remember
where you went?

Somewhere on the West Side.

Sawyer, Alan.

This is just
a billing receipt.

Don't you have
a copy of the scan?

That's stored
in the computer.Do you mind?

No.

We did a coronal
section of the brain

from the top of the skull
down to the brain stem.

You said this
kid was diagnosed
as schizophrenic?

That's right.

Well, this tells me
somebody didn't
do their homework.

Sit down.

What's going on, Jack?
This is supposed to
be a plea conference.

We'll get to that
just as soon as
you take a seat.

We uncovered
some new evidence

we just couldn't
wait to tell you about.

This is a PET scan
of Alan's brain.

Which your client ordered
three months into the study.

The same week
Jill Perry told him
Alan was in relapse.

Doctor, why don't you
tell us what that red
area means?

Come on, Doctor.

I want to hear
it from you.

It means that
I'm going to die.

I'm not schizophrenic.
I have a tumor.

That's why
I heard the voices.

That's why I've
been acting like this.

Alan has a brain tumor,
which at one point
may have been operable.

But your client
mistook its effects

for the symptoms
of schizophrenia.

That's why PET scans
are routinely ordered

at the beginning of
any research study
into schizophrenia.

But you never ordered them
for any of your patients.

There was a reason
for that.

The company wanted
to get to the FDA
as soon as possible.

They gave me six months...Chris, please...

...to do the test.Please...

It took one month to
find the test subjects.

There wasn't time
to do the scans.

But you found the time

when Alan stopped
responding to the
medication.

That's when you
found the tumor,

but you never did
nothing about it. Why?

You didn't want anyone
to know you were a hack,
isn't that right?

All right, come on,
Jack. That's enough.

You bullied your
research assistant,

you defrauded
the drug company,

you allowed
a man to be murdered.

You sentenced
this boy to death

just to cover up
for your incompetence.

I never...

Chris, for God's
sakes, shut up.

Do you want to know
how much longer
they say I have?

A year, maybe two.

You bastard.

You let me kill him.

And now,
you've killed me.

When the time comes,

I'm adding
another count to
the indictment.

Murder two.
Depraved indifference.

I'm sure Varick's
still convinced of
his own competence.

Fact is, he's just
an extreme example
of what most of us do.

Everyone cuts
corners, Jack.

Maybe where you come from.

I'll read your briefs
more carefully in
the future.

What?

I was just wondering
if there's a motorcycle
mechanic out there

keeping his
fingers crossed.