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Man down.

Officer Candy.
On my way.

♪ You don't see me, hurry me ♪

♪ leave your mark all over me ♪

♪ take me back to your hive ♪

♪ come on, tease me, please me ♪

♪ spread your wings
and carry me ♪

♪ take me out for a ride ♪

How we doing over here?

How we doing here?

Got a cranberry juice.

Oh, my God!

Are you okay?!

You're up to 3 Miles.

That's two more than
when I got here a month ago.

Yeah, that's running.
You've added swimming.

You're the one that said that
you wanted to do an iron man.

I guess I must have
been kidding.

Nice farmer's tan, by the way.

You might as well be
in Springfield.

Oh. Oh, you can talk...
Freckles.

I have an excuse.

I live in Illinois, apparently.

So, uh,
have you heard anything?

- Nope.
- Sam, you're more than qualified.

I'm also an outsider, Jimmy.

FDLE Homicide posted
that job statewide.

Lot of local talent
ahead of me.

Yeah, but none of them
caught the North Side Strangler.

Apparently, that doesn't mean
much outside of Cook County.

Sugarloaf area code.

Here we go.

Hello?

Hi. Yes. How are you?

Right.

No, I-I understand.

Appreciate the quick response.

Sorry.

Yeah.

I got it.

- You got it?
- I got it.

- You got it!
- I start Monday.

Well, yeah.

It's Carlos.

Of course.

Of course.

Hi.

Dr. Pierre Toussaint, 45.

Working visa says he moved here
three years ago from Haiti.

Collapsed an hour ago
in full respiratory arrest.

First observation, I'm guessing
this to be the murder weapon.

A hypodermic needle?

It looks like
someone spiked him,

the needle broke off
while it was still in his leg.

There's a packed crowd
from the lunch buffet.

But the report from the first on
scene says nobody saw anything.

I'll need to get a tox screen to
determine what was in the syringe.

There's no cash in his wallet.

Who comes to a strip joint
with no singles?

Someone who was here
for the buffet,

which, actually, I hear
it's, uh, it's pretty good.

I also hear Sam got
the job in Sugarloaf.

What job in Sugarloaf?

Hey.
What are you doing here?

I called her in on it.

It's a crime scene
full of half-naked women.

I need you to collect
rule-out DNA from the employees

and search the dressing room
for any sort of I.V. drug use.

Okay?
Sure.

I thought Sam was going
back to Chicago.

She was. Yeah.

And now she's
moving to Florida.

Well, you know,
that's where the job is.

Don't look at me like that.
I needed the extra hands.

Why couldn't you
call in Daniel?

To what? So he can drool
all over my rule-out DNA?

So, the question now is,

who would want
to kill our good doctor?

I think I know where to start.

Oh.

Ooh.

Brand-new.
Never been fired.

Why would a doctor have a gun?

Ho. I can think
of a whole bundle of reasons.

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Any other exits in
or out of this place?

Uh, two fire doors,
both alarmed.

Keeps the customers from
sneaking in, avoiding the cover.

That's him.
I recognize the hat.

It's a pit bull or something.

He's camera-shy.
That's cute.

He and the doctor had words
back at the lap-dance booth.

But I couldn't hear
what they were saying.

You have cameras in the booth?

No. The owner's cheap.

Uh, one basic camera
at the front desk.

You see the doctor
talk to anybody else?

Mm...Nope.
He's been here a few times.

Always keeps to himself.

He comes in for the gumbo at
the buffet, believe it or not.

Again with this buffet.

Thank you.

Hmm.

I thought I told you to stay
outside and work the victim's car.

I was. I did. Which is how I found
this on the inside dashboard.

It's a parking pass for
Citrus Springs Wellness Group.

Well, he's a doctor.
It makes sense.

Uh, Daniel.

Daniel.

Huh? Huh?

- Hi.
- Hello.

Yeah, download
all the footage from today

and get me a video capture
of this guy with the cap.

Yeah. On it.

I'm taking the body back,
and you're coming with me.

Oh, I can ride back
with the detective.

Nice try, playboy.

Get the tape and get
your ass in my van now.

No signs of I.V. drug use
or diabetes,

but I found these in the trash.

So, that's something men do
at strip clubs...

Give women their business cards
like they want to save them

from their lives?

Well, nothing says
"Knight In Shining Armor"

like "I own a pretzel
franchise."

The women make way more money
than the men do,

so they hardly need saving.

Is that it?

Uh, yeah.
I think we're good.

I'll log the DNA swabs
for sequencing.

You're thinking
drug deal?

Yeah, we found a glock
in the dead doctor's trunk,

unregistered and unfired, so I'm
thinking maybe just for show,

you know, in case someone tried to steal
the $100,000 we also found in his trunk.

And he worked at the Citrus Springs
Wellness Group in Hallandale?

Yeah.

- I know that place.
- Oh. Come here.

Uh, the Hallandale Clinic,
at least.

It's part of a larger
pain-management center,

but the clinic gets
a lot of doctor shoppers.

Doctor shoppers?

Addicts going from
doctor to doctor,

playing up their chronic pain

in order to get scrips
for painkillers.

Okay. So maybe our dead doc
was already paid.

That would explain the cash.

And the Oxycodone in his blood.

Enough to induce
respiratory arrest,

which puts time of death
between noon and 1:00 P.M.

An hour-long window?

Dr. Toussaint had eaten a big
meal just before he was spiked.

I found undigested okra, rice,
shrimp in his stomach.

Slowed the Oxy from
metabolizing in his body.

Gumbo.

Daniel's downloading the footage
from the camera at the door,

cleaning up the resolution.

And he's also running
a background check

on everyone that was
interviewed at the club.

- Excellent.
- Wait, wait, wait.

So, you said you know this
Citrus Springs Wellness Group?

Well, yeah.
By reputation.

Well, nobody knows more
about a doctor's Bullshit

than a nurse.

Go on.

All right,
I think we can both agree

that this is just
a really bad idea.

What's a really
bad idea?

You know, this... this.

You, me...This.

I make good money doing this.

I paid good money
to do this.

I'm not agreeing to that.

Well, I'm sorry, Callie,
but it's my job.

Well, it's my job, too.

Can't you get extra shifts
at the hospital or something?

Or I want to do this.

This'll make me a better hire
as a doctor.

Can your gigantic ego
deal with that?

'Cause God knows
I've had to deal with plenty.

Fine.
I'll deal with it.

Yeah, you'll deal with it.

Yeah.

What?

Oh. Okay.

Uh, no.
We're 10 away.

Citrus Springs Wellness Group
just got robbed.

Pierre is dead.

A-are you sure?

Well, I'm no doctor,
but, yeah... he's dead.

He was spiked with Oxycodone...

Enough to send him
into respiratory arrest.

Know anyone
who'd want to do that?

No. And my office
is in Boca Raton.

Pierre ran this clinic for me.

I came here because the police
called about the break-in.

I got a message from Pierre
saying he was closing up early,

sending everyone home.

He was taking an early lunch.
Someone else must've known that.

You know this guy?
Or, you know, the cap?

No.

You know anyone
who might have a problem

with Pierre Toussaint...

A pissed-off patient, maybe,
doctor shopper who got cut off?

Doctor shopper.
Yeah.

We don't operate that kind of
clinic here, detective.

That's not what I hear.

I'm sorry.
And who are you, again?

Oh, no, I'm sorry.

I'm Callie Cargill,
a forensic nurse

that's working
out of Palm Glade Regional.

Well, I can't speak
to rumor, Miss Cargill.

What I do know is that Pierre
was an excellent manager.

I met him in Haiti

on a medical mission
three years ago.

He impressed me,
so I sponsored

his H1B work visa and
medical license,

brought him here to Florida
to work for me.

Did he have any family?

Not that I know of.

He was a hard worker
and kept to himself.

If I can help in any way...

Yeah... you could give us
his patient list.

That would be
very helpful.

Which you understand

is protected under
patient/doctor confidentiality.

Oh. Right.

This clinic specializes
in pain management.

In my experience,
police demonize those patients.

You treat them like criminals.

Ouch. So whoever trashed this
place, that's not a criminal?

Not if he's in constant pain.
He's not thinking clearly.

Clearly.

And people in pain do deserve
empathy, but not killers,

which is why
I got you one of these.

Ah. You came
with a search warrant.

Yeah, I've seen enough doctors
in my time.

Unfortunately, Pierre sent the
staff here at the clinic home.

I have no idea
how to access his files.

Well, your staff
uses Clinicpro.

It's the same database
that we use at the hospital.

I have a user name
and my own password I.D.

Clinic gets jacked a few times,

and he doesn't install cameras?

Well, if it's a pill mill,

cameras would only spook
the cash customers.

Okay, this is how it works.

Addicts walk in.
They know exactly what to say.

10 minutes and $500 later,
they have a scrip for Oxy,

and they've never even
been examined.

Which they take across
the car park to his pharmacy?

Right...
Pharmacy, surgical spas,

wellness centers,
physical-therapy clinics.

Dr. Grant
is the king of pain.

He's becoming
a real pain in my ass.

But he doesn't own that atm.

Daniel, I need atm video.

Grant prescription center,
hallandale.

The apartment-building
manager

said Toussaint pretty
much kept to himself,

lived like a monk,
just worked all the time.

Yeah, no television,
no art on the walls.

No books, and...

Just a few inexpensive suits
in the closet.

Not like any doctor
I've ever known.

Maybe he was sending money
back to Haiti.

I'll get Manus to check with the
Haitian birth and marriage records,

see if we can't drill down
his financials.

There's no personal mail here...
Just junk.

There's a platinum membership
to Costsmart.

"Congratulations
on extending your membership.

Please accept
your 5,000 reward points."

He certainly wasn't counting
on dying soon.

There's no personal objects
in the whole place

except for this.

What is that...
Like a sister, daughter, maybe?

Yeah.

Daniel.

I just got a call from a
pharmacy at Pembroke Pines.

Someone's there now
trying to fill a prescription

for 160 milligrams
of Oxycodone.

160 milligrams of Oxycodone.

That's way excessive.

Really?
And they called the police?

Who called us
because the name

on the physician's
prescription pad

is Dr. Pierre Toussaint.

Our dead doctor.

Sounds like someone couldn't
wait for the body to get cold.

You said "10 minutes"
almost an hour ago.

This is ridiculous.
What the hell's taking so long?

Laurie Fisher?

Yeah.

Jim Longworth, FDLE.

The police.

Um, I don't understand.

Oh, I think you do.

Oxycodone, 160 milligrams.

I have a prescription.

From a dead doctor.
Gonna need you to come with us.

For filling a prescription?

For questioning in connection

with the murder
of that dead doctor.

Settle down!

Settle down!

Okay! Fine!

Are we good?

Okay.

Jack Tolbert,
Rough Dog Productions.

Nope. Not seeing him.

Ted Oester,
Palm Glade Bulldogs?

- Hey.
- Hey.

Detective, I ran the security
footage from the club three times,

and other than
the guy in the hat,

I can't find Dr. Grant.

What about her?

Doesn't look familiar,
but I'll keep checking.

Because of the dog
on the guy's hat,

I pulled all cards
that are dog-related.

Detective Harper is helping me
cross-check these business cards

with the patient list
from Toussaint's clinic.

All right,
what about Michael Caldwell,

Road Hound Trucking?

Caldwell, Michael.
cervical radiculopathy.

What... what's that?

Whiplash, basically.
Very hard to disprove.

So, magically,
a lot of abusers suffer from it.

Sounds good to me.

Hi, there.

Uh, I'm looking
for Mike Caldwell.

Have you see him?

Hasn't shown up
for a couple of days, huh?

Okay, thank you very much.
You've been very helpful.

Called in sick on Tuesday.

No one's seen or heard
from him since.

They even sent a driver around
to bang on his apartment door.

So, Daniel, contact DMV.

Get his license
and registration.

Also get a BOLO out
to FHP ASAP.

Oh, anything else
on Toussaint's financials?

Uh, still working on that.

Well, have something for me

by the time I get back
from this suspect?

Yeah.

I didn't kill
Dr. Toussaint.

I have a chronic disk injury
from my college-gymnastics days

that I reinjured
playing softball

at our company's picnic.

- What company is that?
- Federal Merchant Bank And Trust.

I'm a loan officer.

Well, that's a good reason
to hide your Oxy addiction

from your employers.

Doctors and their handwriting.

Even I could forge
this chicken scratch.

That's not my handwriting.
He gave me those prescriptions.

He prescribed you
160 milligrams

when a normal dose,
even a high dose,

is like 40, right?

Is that why
you spiked Toussaint?

To get his prescription pad
'cause he cut you off?

He was weaning me off,
okay?

Weaning you off at an amount
that could kill a clydesdale.

I...

Where were you
between noon and 1:00 P.M.?

On my lunch break.

I was driving around,

trying to get up the nerve
to fill those prescriptions.

Not much of an alibi.

I told you...
I had chronic pain.

I consulted
a pain-management specialist,

Dr. William Grant.

"King of Pain" William Grant?

Who suggested
a surgical option.

But he couldn't get me in
for a month,

so he gave me Oxycodone
to keep me comfortable.

I got hooked fast.

You know, I...

Then he wouldn't give me
any more.

Dropped me as a client

and sent me to Dr. Toussaint,
who saw I was in trouble.

He weaned me off Oxy.

Solved my pain
through yoga and acupuncture.

He saved my life.

Apparently not,
now that you're using again.

I had a setback, okay?

Dr. Toussaint knew that.

He was trying to help me.
He was trying to save my life.

Why would I kill someone
who was trying to save my life?

The Florida
Department Of Health

had Toussaint on a watch list
for overprescribing.

In three months, he moved
250,000 Oxy pills alone.

Plus Fentanyl, Codeine,
Alprazolam.

Even if he only spent 10 minutes
with each patient,

that's still 100 patients a shift.

And at 500 bucks a pop,
that's 50 grand a day, cash.

Well, our Haitian doctor was
living on a lot less than that.

I contacted
the Haitian authorities.

The earthquake destroyed half the
island's birth and medical records,

so if Toussaint had a family,
there's no record of it.

So where's all the money going?

Where is still a mystery.

Toussaint managed the clinic,
signed every check himself,

but from what I can find,

he wasn't showing any profits
like 50 grand a day.

And I'll need a warrant
to dig any deeper.

Well, I'll get you one.

But with this much cash
and paper trail,

you know Toussaint must have
been up to something.

Well, as far as anything
Grant knew or didn't know,

according to
Citrus Springs Wellness Group's

corporate tax returns,

Toussaint's clinic
was written down as a loss

to offset corporate profit...
All of it legal.

50 grand a day coming through
the door is a legal loss?

Maybe Grant didn't know
it was coming through the door

and killed Toussaint
when he found out.

Or he did and killed him
for skimming off the profits.

I can assure you, detective,

I have no knowledge
of any financial irregularities

at Citrus Springs or any
of my other medical clinics.

Well, you did operate
Citrus Springs Wellness

at a loss.

At least on paper,
it was swirling the drain.

Not by me.

The board operates
our corporate tax returns.

If anything untoward
was going on,

I'm completely in the dark.

Like the $100,000 we found
on Toussaint's person?

I mean, look,
mind you, we're not accountants,

but even we could see
that his clinic...

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

Your clinic pulled in
about 50 grand a day.

That'd go a long way
to paying your overhead.

Am I supposed to apologize

because the pain-management
business is healthy?

I have no need to gouge
those unfortunate enough

to have succumbed to
their addictive personalities.

Well, what about gouging
your associate with a syringe

because maybe he was

and not cutting you in
on the profits?

It's sad but understandable
on some level.

Pierre had nothing growing up.

Everything he had,
he had to fight for.

Someone comes up to you
and offers you $500 cash

to put your name
on a piece of paper,

it can be very tempting.

- Like Laurie Fisher.
- I'm sorry?

Your patient, Laurie Fisher.

Oh, yes.
Now I remember.

Laurie came to me
with a chronic condition.

I suggested surgery,
and she couldn't wait.

So you put her on Oxy.

At her request.

We prepped for surgery,

but her pre-op scan showed
the disk hadn't herniated.

Her pain may have been real,

but there was
no physical cause for it.

So it was all in her head?

Addiction and pain
are separate conditions.

I referred her to rehab
and dropped her as a patient.

She said you referred her
to Dr. Toussaint.

And Toussaint suggested

that the surgery
was unnecessary.

My associate would never
have said such a thing.

Yeah, well, not like
he's on your payroll, anyway.

Oh, by the way,

where were you yesterday
from noon to 1:00 P.M.?

I was in my office,

giving post-op surgical notes
to Exley Dictation Service.

My certified specialist
is Anna Chow.

You can check with her.

All pre- and post-op
surgical notes are required

for insurance purposes,
so I'm very meticulous.

And apparently it helps to have
all your answers lined up.

Daniel.

Got the ATM video,
like you asked,

that's across
from Toussaint's clinic.

You're definitely
gonna want to see this.

Yep, that's Mike Caldwell,
the guy in the hat

who was last seen arguing
with Toussaint before he died.

Well, I pulled his priors.

This is hardly Caldwell's
first run-in with the law.

B & Es, D.U.I.s.

Assault?

Mm-hmm.
Did you run his plates?

And already put a BOLO on it.

Would you just
fast-forward there?

Okay, stop there.
Yeah, see? Look.

He was in there
for about 12 minutes,

but he comes out
empty-handed?

Oxy isn't kept in clinics.

Yeah, but that doesn't look like
the kind of guy

who takes empty-handed
lying down.

And in broad daylight,
no less.

I mean, he could have broken
into half a dozen places by now.

Yeah?

Yeah. Okay.

Thank you.

Or the BOLO that just found
Mike Caldwell

says that he's skipping hospitals
and pharmacy break-ins

and taking it to the street.

- Where? Hialeah?
- Nope.

- Liberty city?
- No.

Do I need to assemble
a SWAT team?

Won't be necessary.

Hi, handsome.

And what lucky gal
are you here to visit?

Actually, uh,
I'm looking for a friend.

You seen him?

Maybe.

Are you a cop?

I am.

Show me your badge.

Show me again.

Ah, yeah.

That's Regina's nephew.

She's right around the corner.

And she's got a lot of nephews,
if you know what I mean.

I think I do.
Thank you.

I need your oxy.

Come on, lady,
that's 1,800 bucks.

- The deal was for $2,000.
- I don't have $2,000.

I look like Medicare Part "B"
to you? Get lost.

Michael Caldwell?
I need you to come with me.

- Back off!
- Hey, hey! Just take it easy!

Back away!
I said back away.

A comb. Really?

You need to let me out of here.

Or...I can just
wait you out.

You're shaking like a leaf.
She's half-dead already.

- Hey!
- What's it gonna be, Mike?

- Police! Freeze!
- On your knees!

Hands behind your back!

You okay?
Yeah. Thanks.

Good.

What the hell are you doing?

You're under arrest for the sale
of a class II illegal narcotic.

Those are my own damn pills.
I have a prescription.

Do you know what it costs
to live in this dump?

I'm sure the judge can arrange
for cheaper accommodations.

Let's go.

I meant, I'm thirsty, man.
I need water.

Tell me what I
need to know first.

I got sciatica bad, man.

Oxy's the only thing that'll let me drive.
I got a weekly route...

Snapper Creek to Louisville.

There's this task force
in... in Kentucky,

tracks how much Oxy you buy.

Now doctors won't write it.
Drugstores won't sell it.

So you buy here, sell there,

make a killing on the side.

I get scrips off Pierre...

500 bucks a sheet,
100 pills 80 milligrams.

I need tha...
I need that water.

What were you two
fighting about?

I was stressed, is all.

My back kept me
from making my route this week.

Or Toussaint realized
how far gone you were.

You were a liability,
so he stopped selling to you.

You spiked him,
broke into his clinic,

took what you could get.

I didn't... I didn't kill him.
I swear.

I see what Oxy does
to people, Mike.

I mean, look at you.

You break into a clinic.

You hold an old lady hostage
at an old-people's home.

Why shouldn't I believe
that you killed Toussaint?

I feel horrible, man.

Nothing a confession won't fix.

No, I'm saying
I feel like shit.

I need help, man.
My bones are on fire.

Your what?

So, they'll stabilize him,
begin detox with Buprenorphine.

Withdrawal symptoms
are less severe.

How long
till I can talk to him?

48 hours.

You can't go in there.

If he seized, his Oxy tolerance
has got to be pretty high.

He's looking at a week of hell.

You really think he did it?

Well, he's been buying oxy
off Toussaint for months,

selling what he
didn't do himself.

Which wasn't much. I mean,
he's profoundly addicted.

No doubt that's why
Toussaint cut him off.

So he kills Toussaint,
cleans out his clinic.

Why would Caldwell
kill his source?

Addicts fixate on them.
He controls the Oxy.

That's the only thing
a junkie cares about.

That and the money
to pay for it.

Which, uh,
I still need to follow.

Yeah. Go.

With the warrant,

I was able to access
the clinic's finances.

We know Citrus Springs Wellness Group
wrote the clinic down as a loss

to offset
huge corporate profits,

which basically meant Toussaint had
to show the clinic ran at a loss.

$90,000 a month rent
at the clinic.

$3,000 a month...
Toilet paper

okay, clearly
he was trimming profits.

Overpaying for supplies,
getting kickbacks.

Daniel, check Toussaint's
Costsmart membership.

See if he was double-dipping
by paying twice

for all of these things,
hiding his debt.

That's not uncommon.

Companies of all kinds
have created ways to show debt.

T-t-the problem is, you think
it would leave a trail back

to Citrus Springs Wellness Group
and Grant, but it doesn't.

Either Toussaint's
hiding his cash somewhere

or he's some kind
of financial wizard.

Or he knows someone
who knows how the system works.

Thank you for choosing
Florida Merchant.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Detective.

Hey.

Hi.

If you're here about
Dr. Toussaint, I'm working.

Unless you'd like
to open an account...

Actually, I'm here
to settle Toussaint's.

I just went through
the clinic's financials.

They got three accounts here,
all opened by you.

I processed the paperwork
for him as a favor.

English was
Pierre's second language.

Yeah, and banking's
your mother tongue.

I mean, you know how the reporting
works, how wire transfers work.

My guess is that
you were helping Toussaint

skim from Grant
and then hiding it offshore,

which is why
we couldn't find it...

And how you got
all that Oxy.

Corporate banking
is federally regulated.

No one person
can manipulate that.

Halloween.
Good times, huh?

Yeah.

Uh, what about
his personal accounts?

He had a checking account.

Direct deposit
deposited his check each week...

$847 after taxes.

Auto-paid his rent, cable,
and utilities. Happy?

Which he cleaned out three days ago
with a cashier's check for $30,000.

What's...
What's Makandal Enterprise?

Is that an offshore bank?

I don't know.
I didn't do that transaction.

But it's perfectly legal.
He's not hiding money.

Oh, yeah? What's that?

$6.95.

You're right. Looks like
he was laundering $7 a month.

Or it's a service charge
for a lockbox at this branch?

I don't do lockbox accounts.

Only a vice president
is authorized to open them.

I don't even have access
to those keys.

Even if I have a warrant?

That's the only thing
Toussaint had

in a lockbox
nobody knew he had?

I'm thinking it's probably
offshore account numbers...

Maybe to a company
called Makandal Enterprises.

He cleaned out his account,
cashed in a check for $30,000.

Any record of Toussaint making a large
cash deposit into his personal account?

Nothing I can find.

Okay, so we still don't know

what that 100 grand is
from his trunk.

Or for.

Well, if that DVD
is offshore account numbers,

I'm sure it's encrypted.

- It's not, actually.
- Really?

- Just a DVD.
- All right.

Whoa!
Was not expecting that.

Resolution looks like
a laptop camera.

I'm guessing 720p.
What is she doing?

Cutting oxy.

Breaks the time-release
coating.

Hi you with a 12-hour high
all at once.

Hey, isn't that...

Laurie Fisher.

Cute apartment.

Thanks.

Okay.
I brought you something.

Now, what do you
have for me?

Looks like our king of pain

is also the king
of extorting patients for sex.

So maybe that 100 grand we found
on Toussaint was hush money,

and Grant decided that he wanted
to silence him for good.

Come on. You were taking
advantage of Laurie's addiction.

She needed oxy, which she
got from you in exchange for sex.

And she helped Toussaint set
you up in exchange for more Oxy.

You're wrong, detective, and I
certainly never gave Toussaint

money for a DVD
I didn't even know existed.

Yeah, but it did exist, and
it was held in a very safe place,

you know, so he could get
more money from you...

I'm thinking enough times
that you got sick of it

hanging over your head,
so you killed him.

I told you...
I didn't kill Pierre.

Look, I admit
I made a mistake with Laurie.

You think?

A month after I dropped her
as a patient,

she came by my office.

It was pretty clear
what she had in mind.

And, technically,
I wasn't her doctor anymore.

Oh, well, that makes it okay.

No, it doesn't.

But I did stop by her apartment
a few times.

Maybe I had Oxy samples
in my pocket.

But other than vows
I made to my wife,

I did not break any laws.

Now, look,
it pains me to say this...

Oh, it pains you.

Laurie was a very
troubled young woman.

And if Pierre was
blackmailing me,

why didn't he show me the tape

or send it to my wife
or the state medical board?

'Cause you were paying him.
$100,000 would be my guess.

But, hey, he's dead now, so...

I save lives, detective.
I don't take them.

So unless Laurie is considering
filing a complaint,

I have a clinic without a doctor
and a room full of patients.

Daniel, you know
the parking pass

we found in the victim's car?

Call Transmed Park, Inc.

Thank you.

So, Grant got you hooked on Oxy
so you'd have sex with him?

He refused to write me scrips
for more until I did.

I saw other doctors.

But my tolerance was so high,
the pain, it was...

It was so bad, I-I could barely
get out of bed. I couldn't even think.

You'll do anything
to make it stop.

Like videotaping Grant
for extorting you?

I mean, that'd put a stop to it
and get you your Oxy.

Turnabout is fair play.

No, I was trying to quit,

not looking
for an endless supply.

Dr. Toussaint knew that.

But he was afraid of Grant.

He felt he was in danger?

Grant sponsored
Pierre's work visa.

Said that if he didn't do
what he said,

Grant was gonna have him
sent back to Haiti.

So, the pill mill
was Grant's idea.

Toussaint was set up
as his fall guy

in case it got back to him.

Toussaint was
helping you.

You wanted to do something
to help him back.

I made the video
and gave it to Dr. Toussaint.

Pierre just wanted
to be a doctor again.

But he knew
it was only a matter of time

before he got shot,
arrested, or deported.

So you gave him the DVD
to make Grant back off.

- Why didn't he use it?
He was afraid.

He didn't know
what Grant would do.

I told him to keep it
as insurance,

which I guess he did.

Not that it matters now.

You could file charges
against Grant.

And lose my job?

I've worked too hard
to take my life back, detective.

Grant's not worth it.

Yeah.

Well, that's what
he's counting on.

Don't bother.
Caldwell's delusional right now.

Well, lucky for me,
I speak delusional.

Maybe he'll slip up,
give me something I can use.

He's borderline psychotic.

It wouldn't stand up
in court anyway.

Yeah, but he's pretty
damn good for it.

I got him on B & E,
grand larceny,

assault with
a deadly rattail comb.

All things he did
because of Oxy.

He didn't wake up
one morning and decide,

"Oh, I have to
kill someone!"

He's dying himself.

Someone that addicted...
All they think about

is how to get the drug
to ease the pain.

That's all he cares about.

So maybe he wouldn't have wasted
the Oxy killing someone, anyway.

Yeah, and Oxy abusers
become so obsessed

with the people
they get it from,

they believe they
can't live without them.

They create a whole relationship
based on dependency.

Yeah.

Well...We're all a little
susceptible to that sometimes.

MRI negative
for auxiliary nerve damage.

What is that surgeon doing?

He's dictating surgical notes
into his iPad.

I thought
for insurance purposes

that had to be done by
a certified dictation service.

It used to be... you used to
have to sit in your office

with your surgical notes
and x-rays,

but now
there's an app for that.

According to
Transmed Park, Inc.,

their automated parking service
has Grant leaving

at 10:37
the morning of the murder,

returning a little after lunch
about, uh, 1:23.

Oh, so he lied about his alibi

that he was dictating
surgical notes at the time.

Did it remotely from his iPad, so
he could have been anywhere...

Even following Toussaint
to the strip club.

Yeah, but he wasn't seen on
the security video at the club.

About that.

I went back to the club
to check it out.

Turns out those two alarm doors

to keep customers from skipping
on the cover charge...

Only one of them works.

The dancers apparently
go in and out between sets

to grab a smoke,
so they cut the wire.

So anybody
could have snuck in.

Yeah, also, in addition
to the Department of Health

about to move on Toussaint
for overprescribing,

three years ago, they gave Grant
a reprimand for the same thing.

It was only
a slap on the wrist,

so it didn't show up
in his files.

I had to go digging for it.

Three years ago...
That's right about the same time

that he sponsored
Toussaint's H1B work visa,

brought him over from Haiti.

He needed a straw man
for the pill mill.

Laurie was right. He was setting
Toussaint up for a fall.

Yeah, says the
drug-addicted woman

who tried to extort Grant
using a sex tape.

I know you're smarter than to
put too much stock into that.

Yeah, not too much.

But smart enough
to catch them both in a lie...

And one of them for murder.

okay, so my alibi doesn't quite hold up.
I was in Palm Beach with a patient

Whose sort-of-famous husband

doesn't need to be
dragged into this.

And as far as
my corporate books go,

all they prove is that my board
hired a great accounting firm.

Who's been successfully hiding
the millions you've made

from your pill mill by paying for
the loan on your building in cash,

paying for all the upgrades.

A real-estate opportunity...
Hardly a crime.

A glass-and-chrome monument
to pain...

built on the backs of Toussaint...

and the thousands of sufferers

that you forced him to
pass through your pill mill.

You use people in pain.

You think it gives you control
over them.

All that was about to change,
wasn't it?

Toussaint was on the
Department of Health's hit list.

You realized it was all about to
come crashing down around you.

So, why would I kill
my fall guy

if I could use him
to take the fall?

'Cause unlike you,
Toussaint had character.

Everyone else, you could control
from coming forward

even Laurie. Because all
they wanted was Oxy.

But not Toussaint.

He was the one person
who knew how dirty you are.

But trust me...

After I get through with you,
everyone's gonna know

just what kind of a scumbag
you really are.

The photo you found
in Toussaint's apartnt

was shot
on a Kodacolor VR 1000.

They discontinued it in 1986.
It's pretty distinct.

Which would make the little girl in
this photograph, what, 25 today?

Also, I looked into his Costsmart
account, like you asked me to,

and those reward points
you found in his apartment...

They're for gold
card members only,

meaning his 5,000 points

were for spending
over $300,000 last month.

What the...

Diapers, baby wipes,
baby formula.

300 grand in diapers?

What kind of pill mill
is this guy running?

What about Toussaint's
cashier check for 30 grand?

- To Makandal Enterprise, right?
- Yeah.

I looked, and I couldn't find any
listing for a bank or business

registered with that name
here or in the Caribbean.

Maybe it's not a business
at all.

Daniel, need you to look into
one more thing for me.

Pierre and I were schoolmates.

We were to sail this evening
for Port-Au-Prince.

30 grand for a one-way trip
to Haiti on that bathtub?

You ripping your buddy off
there, captain?

They were sailing for free.

The $30,000
was for shipping costs.

Medical supplies.

Ibuprofen, vitamins,

plus Enfamil, diapers,
baby thermometers.

We were waiting
for one more load...

10 hospital beds.

But the payment
didn't come through.

10 beds is worth what?

It's in the neighborhood
of $100,000.

$100,000.

Like what we found
in Toussaint's trunk...

Never got to spend.

Is that Toussaint's daughter?

Karine.
She is a young woman now.

She lived with her mother,
Mika, an ob-gyn.

Pierre came here to make money

for their maternity clinic
in Port-Au-Prince.

Karine works with her,
is going to med school.

That's why Toussaint didn't want to
blackmail Grant. He didn't want to stay.

He wants to be a doctor again
with his wife and daughter.

Skimming from Grant instead,
playing Robin hood.

Is there a problem, officer?
His paperwork is in order.

It's not the paperwork,
Captain.

I see.

I suppose you'll be wanting
to unload it all now?

Hmm.

Baby formula, vitamins.

Half of it's perishable.

Customs is gonna
destroy it all anyway.

Actually, Captain,
this ship has sailed.

No, no.
Ship has not sailed.

Ship is right here.
It is here.

No, no, no.
I mean, the ship has sailed.

Ship? What ship? I don't see...
Carlos, you see a ship?

No ship.

I don't see a ship.
Mnh-mnh.

Well, that felt good.

Till Manus finds out.

Come on, Carlos. You know what they
say about two keeping a secret.

Yeah...
If one of us is dead.

So, who killed
Dr. Toussaint?

There's one thing
about addiction

I didn't get until recently.

I mean, the pain, I get.

The... the destruction
of lives.

No, it's... it's the delusion
that addiction creates.

The profound dependency
that addicts have

on the people
that hurt them the most...

And the people
that try to save them.

That's the part I didn't get...

Until a very smart
forensic nurse

explained it to me.

You fell in love with Pierre

because he was
trying to help you.

Even while he was giving you drugs,
he was weaning you off them...

Carefully, with compassion.

The concern he showed you,
the commitment to helping you...

That was love to you.

For Pierre, it was just a job.

When you learned he was married
with a daughter,

that he was going back to Haiti
to be with them,

you felt betrayed, lied to...

Abandoned.

That wasn't real.

That was just the addiction.

You couldn't let him leave you,
go back to his old life.

You couldn't let him
abandon you.

So you killed him.

That Halloween wig let you
blend in with the dancers.

You slipped in the back door
where the other girls

would get out
and have a quick smoke.

And you waited for Toussaint,

who you knew went there
for the gumbo.

He saved your life,

and you couldn't live
without him.

Exactly the way you feel
about Oxy.

I was getting better.

When he started pulling away
from me, I relapsed.

I begged him to stay.

But he said he...
He said he couldn't.

He... he...

He said I could get better
on my own this time

if I stuck with the program.

So he wrote me four scrips,

each one
a-a lighter dose,

but only if I needed it.

He believed in me...

Because he loved me.

He was trying to help me.

He...

He was trying to save my life.

And now he's gone.

So keep Pierre alive, Laurie.

Stop Dr. Grant.

Don't let him
get away with this.

Don't let him do to others
what that bastard did to you.

And we'll get you
the medical help you need,

get you into detox.

Obviously this doesn't get you off the hook.
I won't lie to you.

But you were victimized
by Dr. Grant...

You and others.

You help us get him,

I'm sure a judge
will look favorably on that.

Thank you.

Nicely done.

I hate it when the killer
is also the victim.

I hear that.

And you're either
running in that

or you're blowing off
our run tonight.

Actually, um, there's been
a slight change in my plans.

A change in your plans?

Kaminski heard
about my job offer here

and offered me head of homicide
for Illinois.

State Chief?
Are you serious?

Yeah.
I know. Right?

He passed me over twice.
I still have tire marks.

But with
all the department scandals,

they needed somebody
camera-ready

with a high profile,
which I-I now have,

thanks to the strangler case.

And that's...
That's not your happy face.

No, no, no. No.
Um...

No, I'm...
I'm happy for you.

This could be good for you, too,
Jimmy... for us.

I don't live in Chicago, Sam.
I live here.

I know.

But Florida, Jimmy?

Florida's where you go
to either retire or...Die.

Or start over.

Which is what
I thought you wanted to do.

I do. I-I do.

But I-I want this, too.

I mean, it's...
It's all I ever wanted.

Can't just turn my back
on that.

Right. No, no.

Um, it's your dream job, right?

It is, Jimmy.

It could be
our dream, too.

Come with me.

Come with you?

Come back to Chicago with me.

Sorry.

My cab's here.

You're leaving now?

I have to meet
the Governor's Chief of Staff

first thing tomorrow morning.

But, look, I mean,
I hardly saw you today, anyway.

I might as well
be in Chicago, right?

Right. Yeah.

We can figure this out.

We don't have to decide
everything right now.

Right. Right. No, no.
We have time. Yeah.

And no slacking.

Iron man or not,
I want you running.

Hey, I'll be up to 5 Miles
the next time I see you.

I'll see you later, Jimmy.

Yeah.

See you later.

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