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[ Police Radio Chatter ]
Man down?

Officer Candy.
On my way.

[ Siren Blares ]

* You don't see me
Honeybee *

* Leave your mark all over me *

* Take me back to your hive *
[ Men Shout ]

* Come on, tease me
Please me *

* Spread your wings
and carry me *
[ Men Whistle ]

* Take me out for a ride *

[ Men Continue Shouting ]

How we doing over here?
Gotta know.

How we doing here?
Another cranberry juice.

Oh, my God!

Are you okay?
[ Screams ]

You're up to three miles.
That's two more than
when I got here a month ago.

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

[ Laughs ]
You're the one that said that
you wanted to do an Ironman.

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.
[ Chuckles ]

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.

F.D.L.E. Homicide posted
that job statewide. Lot of
local talent ahead of me.

Yeah, but none of them
caught the Northside Strangler.

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

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Sugarloaf area code.
Here we go.

Hello?

Hi. Yes.
How are you?

Right.

No, I-I understand.

Appreciate
the quick response.
[ Beeps ]

Sorry.
Yeah.

I got it.
You got it?

[ Chuckles ]
I got it.
You got it!

I start Monday.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Well, yeah.

It's Carlos.
Of course.

Of course.
[ Chuckles ]

Hi.

[ Carlos ]
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?

[ Carlos ]
It looks like
someone spiked him,

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

There's a packed crowd
for the lunch buffet.

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

I'll need 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's here
for the buffet, which, actually,
I hear 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 D.N.A.
from the employees...

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

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.

[ Police Radio Chatter
Continues ]

- Don't look at me like that.
I needed the extra hands.
- Why couldn't you call Daniel?

To what?
So he can drool
all over my rule-out D.N.A.?

So the question now is,
who would want to kill
our good doctor?

I think I know
where to start.

Oh.
Ooh.

[ Inhales ]
Brand-new.
Never been fired.

Why would a doctor
have a gun?

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

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.

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.

Did you see the doctor
talk to anybody else?

Mmm, 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.

A parking pass for
Citrus Springs Wellness Group.

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

- [ Women Chattering ]
- [ Jim ] 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.
[ Chuckles ]

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 D.N.A. swabs
for sequencing.

Mm-hmm.

[ Manus ]
You're thinking drug deal?

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.

He's also running a background
check on everyone that
was interviewed at the club.

Excellent.
[ Manus ]
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.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

Yeah.

What?

Oh. Okay.
Uh, no. We're 10 away.

[ Beeps ]
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 H-1B
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.

Oh, 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 those files.

Well, your staff
uses Clinic Pro.

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.

Ten 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-- pharmacies,
surgical spas, wellness centers,
physical-therapy clinics.

Dr. Grant is the king of pain.

He's becoming a real pain
in my ass.

Bet he doesn't own that A.T.M.

Daniel, I need A.T.M. 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.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]

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.
[ Beeps ]

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

You said "10 minutes"
almost an hour ago.

[ Woman On P.A. ] Mr. Kimmel,
your prescription's ready.
[ Sighs ]

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

Laurie Fisher?

Yeah.

Jim Longworth, F.D.L.E.

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.

[ Woman On P.A. ]
...Hitchcock, your prescription
is ready.

[ Groans ]
Ow!

Oh!

Settle down!

- Settle down!
- [ Grunts ]

Okay! Fine!

Are we good?
Okay.

Jack Tolbert,
Rough Dog Productions?

Nope.
Not seeing him.

Ted Oester,
Palm Glade Bulldogs?
Uh--

Hey.
Hey.

Detective, I ran
through 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.

[ Beeping ]
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
to bang on his apartment door.

So, Daniel, contact D.M.V.
Get his license
and registration.

Also get a BOLO out
to F.H.P. 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?

[ Daniel ]
Yeah.

[ Woman ]
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.

[ Scoffs ]
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?

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.

[ Scoffs ]
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, and...

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?
I--

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 the money going?
- [ Daniel ]
So 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.

Fifty 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.

[ Grant ]
I can assure you, Detective,

I have no knowledge of
any financial irregularities
at Citrus Springs...

or any of my
other medical clinics.

But 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 could 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,
it's 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.

[ Cell Phone Rings, Beeps ]

- Daniel.
- I got the A.T.M. 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 and E's, 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.
[ Cell Phone Rings ]

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.

[ Sighs ]

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.
Yeah.

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! Just take it easy!

I said 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!
[ Cuffs Ratchet ]

You okay?
Yeah, thanks.

Good.

[ Chattering ]
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.

[ Police Radio Chatter ]

Man, 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'd get scrips off Pierre--
500 bucks a sheet,

100 pills at 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?

[ Groans ]

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?

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 turning 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.

Th-Th-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.
[ Woman ] Okay.

Thank you.
Thank you.

That seems like
pretty good terms, right?

Detective, hi.
Hey.

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 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.

[ Chuckles ]
Halloween.
Good times, huh?

[ Sighs ]
Yeah.

[ Coughs ]
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.

Hits you with a 12-hour high
all at once.
Hmm.

- Hey, isn't that--
- Laurie Fisher.

Cute apartment.
Thanks.

Okay.
I brought you something.

Now what do you have
for me?

[ Manus ]
Looks like our king of pain...

is also the king of
extorting patients for sex.

[ Jim ] 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.

[ Sighs ]

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.

[ Car Starts ]

[ Cell Phone Beeps ]

Daniel,
you know that parking pass
we found in the victim's car?

Call Transmed Park, Inc.

Thank you.
[ Beeps ]

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.
[ Sighs ]

But he was afraid
of Grant.

He felt he was in danger?

[ Sighs ]
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.

[ Sighs ]
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.

[ Sighs ]

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 and E,
grand larceny, assault
with a deadly rat tail 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.

[ Man ]
M.R.I. 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 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 round about the same time
that he sponsored Toussaint's
H-1B 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.

[ Sighs ]
But not Toussaint.

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

Trust me.
After I get through with you,

everyone's gonna know
just what kind of a scumbag
you really are.

[ Door Opens, Closes ]

[ Carlos ] The photo you found
in Toussaint's apartment 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?
Twenty-five 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.
[ Gasps ]

Pierre and I were schoolmates.
We were to sail this evening
for Port-au-Prince.

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

You ripping your buddy off
there, Captain?

Pierre was 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.
- Ten 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.

He was skimming
from Grant instead,
playing Robin Hood.

Is there a problem, Officer?
This 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.

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

- No ship.
- I don't see a ship.

[ Carlos ]
Mm-mmm.

[ Chuckles ]

[ Sighs ]
Well, that felt good.

[ Chuckles ]
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.

[ Sobs ]

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--

[ Ragged Breath ]
He was trying to help me.

He--

He was trying
to save my life.

[ Whispers ]
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.

Now, 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.

[ Sobs ]

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? I mean,
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.

[ Cell Phone Rings ]
[ Sighs ]

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.
Ironman or not,
I want you running.

Hey, I'll be up to five miles
next time I see you.

[ Sighs ]

I'll see you later, Jimmy.

Yeah.

See you later.