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[chatter]

Rita.

Hi.

Good, you're here.

I'm so glad.

So where's Prince Charming?

I invited my partner.

He's a no-show.

Oh.

He's, uh-- he's a
key witness in a trial

that starts tomorrow, so
they are rehearsing today.

Well, it's his loss.

You look beautiful.

Thanks.

How are you, Roxanne?

I'm doing fine.

You look--

Like I need a drink?

No, you do not look
like you need a drink.

You look really strong.

Thanks.

How are things with Alvin?

OK?

He's trying really hard.

We both are.

You know, I got
him in the program,

and we're avoiding
the old crowd,

the drugs, and the users.

Rita, I think we're
going to make it.

I'm really happy for you.

Hey, come on, this is a party.

Let me introduce you around.

All right.

Happy birthday, Alvin.

I've got something for you.

I'll even unwrap it for you.

You know Roxanne will shoot
us both if she catches you here.

Who cares?

I miss my Alvin.

I want him back.

Give it a rest, will you?

I'm trying to make
my marriage work.

You can give up your
pills and your booze, baby,

but you don't have
to give up me.

What I was using, I
could have had a good time

with a telephone pole.

Why don't you just spare
me the sobriety pitch.

You know, part
of my rehab program

is to, uh, make a
list of the people I

hurt because of my addictions,
and to make amends.

And you're on my list, Vivian.

Oops, here it comes.

It's true.

My addictions fed yours
and I let it happen.

The only thing you fed
me was the same thing you

fed every other
woman in Palm Beach.

ROXANNE: Everett?

What are you doing here?

Lighten up, Roxanne.

It's Alvin's birthday.

We brought a present.

"We?"

Vivian's here?

Where is she?

She was upstairs
with Alvin earlier.

Bitch.

I will kill them both.

Alvin?

Oh, damn it, Alvin.

Oh, how could you?

ATTENDEE: Here's our boy.

I told you what
would happened, Alvin.

ALL (SINGING): For he's
a jolly good fellow,

for he's a jolly good fellow.

For he's a jolly good fellow--

Roxanne.

ALL (SINGING): --which
nobody can deny.

[chatter, groaning]

Happy birthday, Calvin.

[theme music]

NARRATOR: Palm Beach is
a town full of money.

Almost everybody here has it.

Most have a lot, so
what do they do with it?

They spend more than a
little on the pursuit of fun

and pleasure, and sometimes
it's more than just

high crimes and misdemeanors.

I really appreciate
it, Noriko.

I hate to ruin your day off.

Yeah, yeah.

When did it happen?

A little less
than an hour ago.

I want you to see the
body as soon as possible.

Long way down, Mr. Drake.

Anyone see what happened?

Yeah, about 30 or 40 people.

You think it's a homicide?

I don't know, but I think
drugs were definitely involved.

Wouldn't be the
first time a junkie

fell down and broke his neck.

He wasn't a
junkie, Lieutenant.

Then where do
the drugs fit in?

I don't know, but
I know the Drakes,

and drugs have not been a part
of their life for a while.

Look, my guys will
pick up Mr. Drake.

Talk to you tomorrow
morning first thing?

Great, thanks a lot.

Sure.

Well, listen, I'm going
to go talk to Roxanne.

Why don't you salvage the rest
of your Sunday, Lieutenant?

I can stay.

We'll interview some
of the witnesses.

RITA: I saw the
whole thing happen.

Listen, you can talk to me
tomorrow why Dr. Weinstein

is interviewing Alvin Drake.

I'll see you there.

When I went downstairs,
he was still dressing.

He said he'd be right along.

And when I came back,
I found him over there.

He'd taken a hit of something.

Where did you find this?

In his hand.

What kind of drugs
was he taking, Roxanne?

I-- I don't know.

It is very important
for you to tell me

the truth about this.

He wasn't taking any drugs--

not anymore.

He hadn't-- he
hadn't used or had

a drink in over five months.

Was there a stash lying
around of yours that maybe

he could have gotten into?

Drugs aren't my thing, Rita.

You know that.

It's the bottle for me.

What is this-- this attitude?

You said that you found
the syringe in his hand,

but you said that he
doesn't use drugs.

It doesn't make sense.

Look, I don't know why
he did it, all right?

But i betcha I know who
slipped him the drugs.

Who?

Vivian DeLong.

Who is that?

ROXANNE: A shrink.

She wanted my husband,
and she thought

she could get him started
using again, she'd have him.

RITA: Last year doing the
Fresh Air for Kids Fund,

and I was at the health
club taking pledges,

Roxanne had never
heard of the camp.

She reached into her purse and
she wrote a check for $500.

Pocket change for
someone with her money,

but still a nice gesture.

At that time, I never
would have believed that she

had a drinking problem.

Oh, come on, Rita, the drinks
were a big time part of it.

It was always in the papers.

Social swingers,
booze and alcohol--

it goes with the territory.

Well, she says she's
clean now anyway.

CHRIS: Do you believe her?

I want to.

All right, I've got
to get out of here.

Due at the courthouse.

You think it's going
to be a long trial?

Today's the first day and
already it's a long trial.

See ya.
- Have fun.

Right.

How's the family, George?

They're fine.

Thanks for asking.

One boy, right?

That's right.

Nine years old.

It seems like just
yesterday he was five.

The day before that, he was two.

It sure gets away from you.

Time passes.

Yeah, sometimes I feel
like I'm missing out.

I mean, I'm not a
part of his life.

Most of my time is spent
at the office or in court.

Man's got to have
his work, George.

It's what defines us.

You can't lose touch with that.

You either grow in your
job, or you dry up and die.

What's going on in the
DA's office, George?

That's what I've
lost touch with.

Bert, I know you and
Roy are old friends.

Shouldn't you be asking him?

He wouldn't give me a straight
answer if I did ask him.

Roy Conroy's out, George.

Out?

You mean "out" out?

Won't be any judgeship
for Roy Conroy.

The man's not smart.

He's not a team player.

He wouldn't listen to what
I said once too often.

He's done good work.

He put a good team together.

Team made him look good,
but that's not good enough.

The job needs foresight, vision.

Vision is what
I'm talking about.

I want you to run for
district attorney, George.

I can put you in the job.

Look beyond this.

Judge Donovan, Senator Donovan.

Not just spinning
rainbow dreams here.

It can happen.

[somber music]

I thought you might like
to see this one for yourself.

I found bruises on his
right shoulder, right arm,

some bruising on the knee.

Got a real crack on
the back of the head.

Really?

You saw those stairs,
it could happen.

But it wasn't fatal.

No more than a
moderate concussion.

Then what killed him?

Your first
impression was right.

Opiate overdose, leading to a
massive respiratory collapse.

Well, it was a little more
than a first impression.

He was dead before
he hit the stairs.

Here's the point of injection.

That's unusual.

Wasn't street goods.

It was pure.

I'm guessing morphine.

We're going to run a gas
chromatographic on the syringe

so I'll know for sure tomorrow.

It's unusual again.

Yes, it is.

How much did he use?

Let's just say if this state
executed by lethal injection,

he couldn't do it
any better than this.

So Alvin, who knew
his drugs, would

do something stupid like this?

This, uh-- this stuff
was in his pockets?

Yes.

That's interesting.

The matches were used
left to right, which

means he was
probably left handed,

put the needle in his left arm.

I guess he could have
used his off hand,

or maybe somebody helped him.

Thanks, Doctor.

There were hard
feelings on her part,

but I never really
understood why.

But Roxanne's thinking seemed
to go sideways after she

got on her sobriety kick.

You mean she was
acting irrational?

I wouldn't say rational.

See, the four of us
had been very close.

Alvin and I,
Roxanne and Everett.

I think I get the picture.

Palm Beach
Sergeant, we all enjoy

a little more freedom here.

Anyway, Roxanne
decided she didn't

want to play the game anymore.

Which is fine, but then
she started acting like I

was trying to take Alvin.

We were good in bed together,
but that's about it.

Let's get back to
what happened yesterday.

Did you go see Alvin?

Mm-hmm.

He was getting
dressed and I just

wanted to say happy birthday.

But he was afraid that
Roxanne would find us together

and get mad, kick him out.

So we made other arrangements.

Alvin was still pursuing
a relationship with you?

We were both pursuing it.

Did the two of you do
drugs when you were together?

Mm, mm-mm.

No.

Alvin was staying
straight for his party.

He always did when he was
going to be around Roxanne.

And I knew that me being there
might be touchy with her,

so I was on my best behavior.

Roxanne put so much
pressure on him to quit.

His heart just wasn't in it.

He was terrified that
she would find out.

Did she?

I don't know.

Although I did tell him I
thought he should do whatever

turned him on for his birthday.

It's his day.

You're a psychiatrist.

Why would you
encourage a man who's

struggling with drug
and alcohol dependency

to do whatever turns him on?

Alvin could handle his use.

He wasn't a slave to it.

It was purely recreational.

Roxanne couldn't
understand that.

Her obsession with
sobriety was making

his life a living
hell and I don't

think it should be like that.

[foreboding music]

I could eat you with a spoon.

Well, I don't have a spoon.

Couldn't you just
use your fingers

like a piece of chicken?

Some piece of chicken.

I've always thought you were the
sexiest woman I've ever known.

I get so excited
knowing you want me.

Ooh, poor Alvin.

What?

Even dead, he's
gotta be missing this.

You're terrible.

I don't want to
share you anymore.

Could be asking for
more than you can handle.

A lot of work for one man.

I'm up to it.

Let's see if you are.

GEORGE: Arty Macker, the
sleezo from the sentinel?

The guy that leaves a trail
of slime wherever he goes.

He's on me about
the autopsy report.

Is it true you're
not going to release

the body until it's complete?

What do you expect it to show?

Is it going to be made public?

The guy's a shark.

So what'd you tell him?

No comment.

Oh, bet that slowed him down.

Macker says,
"Why are we running

a covert op on a homicide?"

I say, "Who told you that?"

He says, "Two homicide cops and
an ME showed up at the scene

minutes after it happened."

Is that true?

Yeah, I was an invited guest.

I called Dr. Weinstein
and Lieutenant Hudson.

Do we have a homicide here?

We have a suspicious death
that might involve drugs.

What I saw didn't make
sense, so I called.

And you opened one big
can of worms in the process.

Drake was tight with the
people who run this town.

His boss, my boss,
it's a long list.

Now I am really sorry, George.

You should be.

If Macker starts tagging
this as a homicide,

those people in charge are going
to want you to bust somebody,

then they're going to
want me to hang him.

And you don't want
to try a high profile

case that you might lose.

Absolutely.

If I can't make this stick, I
wind up the sacrificial goat.

Macker and those bottom feeders
he works for would love that.

Let's cut the political crap.

Party line is accidental
death until we come

up with a slam dunk suspect.

I don't care what we call
it, Lieutenant, as long

as we can continue
the investigation.

And there is a good chance
that he did not inject himself,

and if that is the case, then
maybe it wasn't an accident.

Any proof?

Then, my quote to the press.

"Because of Alvin
Drake's death was

an overdose of pain
killing medication,

the investigation is continuing.

No further comment
at this time."

End quote.

You have to know how to
handle guys like Arty Macker.

You have to be firm.

You have to draw your
line in the sand.

[scoffs]

What did Roxanne say to
you before she went upstairs?

Well, I forget
her exact words.

She wasn't very friendly though.

Kind of uptight.

I think she was surprised
Vivian and I were there,

and of course,
enraged that Vivian

had gone upstairs with Alvin.

I thought all of
you were good friends?

Roxanne didn't really like
Alvin to be around Vivian.

They had had a,
um, relationship.

How did you feel about that?

It was over.

So you didn't have hostile
feelings towards Drake?

No.

What are you trying
to imply, Detective?

That I disliked Alvin
because of Vivian?

Please, don't make any more
of that than it deserves.

Do you have any idea where
Mr. Drake may have gotten

the drugs that killed him?

Try any street corner.

It's a growth industry.

RITA: So what did you think
about the wax job on Roxanne?

He didn't exactly accuse her,
but the finger was pointed.

Mm-hmm, and I
don't believe it.

Maybe you don't
want to believe it.

You're right, I don't.

A lot of what our job is about
is understanding human nature.

We are dealing with
this group of people

here that I don't understand.

They've got all the
money in the world.

They can go anywhere they want.

So why do the idle rich
lie, cheat, get drunk, and get

high as a way to have fun?

Yeah.

Which they don't
understand is a person

can be rich and
still have no sense

of self-worth at the same time.

Roxanne has tried
so hard to distance

herself from that lifestyle.

I just think that
she deserves a break.

We're not in the
break-giving business.

The only prints on this syringe
belonged to Alvin and Roxanne,

right?

RITA: Mm-hmm.

OK, let's talk motive here.

How was the marriage holding up?

They had pulled
everything together.

She was sober, he was clean,
and everything seemed all right.

Recovery is a long road, Rita.

If he did slip--
- Mm-hmm.

--there might have been
enough to make her stop calling

those divorce lawyers again.

And a divorce, she'd be lucky to
get half of what he didn't hide

and her divorce lawyers
would take half of that.

With him dead, she
gets to keep it all.

Which, by the way, is?

I have heard in the
neighborhood of $10 million

mentioned.

That's a pretty pricey motive.

NORIKO: Rita?
- Yeah.

I just left a
note on your desk.

Alvin Drake?

Uh-huh?

Definitely morphine.

Undiluted.

The intramuscular injection
just diffused the drug.

Slower, but just as lethal.

Well, what would have
happened if he had injected

it right into his veins?

Dead a lot quicker.

[inaudible] probably the first.

But this way could have given
the killer time to get away.

Mm-hmm.

How long to deliver the shot?

From that syringe you gave
me, 8, maybe 10 seconds.

That's too long.

He could have fought it off, he
could've pulled the needle out,

yell for help.
- Unless he was unconscious.

He had that blow to
the back of his head.

I figured the stairs,
you know, from the fall,

but he could have been sacked.

I think we go back
to the crime scene.

Drake's bedroom.

You think we'll need a warrant?

No, I don't think
Roxanne will object.

Look for something heavy
with a straight edge.

Maybe sharp, maybe rounded.

You let me know what you find.

You have any thoughts about
where the drugs came from?

This string?

Probably a hospital.

Great.

We got a couple of
doctors in the mix here.

And it's one of those opioids
doctors sometimes abuse.

Do they have any
hospital privileges?

RITA: Yeah, Maywood Hospital.

If you go through
administrations,

it's going to take you six
weeks, a ton of warrants,

while they play cover my buns.

Why don't you talk
to my friend, Lucy.

Save you a lot of
time and grief.

Isn't this a little, uh--

Perfectly legal, just
not by the hospital books.

Thanks, Doctor.

Oh, and, um, why don't
you come by in the morning.

I mean, like, any
time after 4:00 AM.

I'll let her know you're coming.

4:00 AM?

I'll be glad when
Lorenzo's back on the job.

I don't need to be
out here beating

the bushes before daylight.

Thanks.

Buh-bye.

[dramatic music]

Hey, Lieutenant.

Check this out.

HUDSON: Possibility.

Yeah, they're all dusty
except for this one.

It's been wiped clean.

Mm-hmm.

And it looks like
something right there.

Yeah, you're right.

We'll take it down to the
lab and see what they can find.

[moaning]

Damn you, damn you.

You can't keep your knees
together for a single day,

can you?

You go straight to hell.

You.

Out of my house.

Take it easy, buddy.

The lady said she
felt neglected.

I was just trying
to help her out.

Just get out!

How dare you?

You bitch!

Get up!

[glass shattering]

I'll shoot you, you miserable,
impotent excuse for a man.

You say one word and watch me.

George?

Hi.

What are you doing here?

I was taking a
deposition inside.

Thought I might catch
you on your way home.

Got a second?

Yeah, sure.

Why didn't you stop by my desk?

Because this is
very confidential,

and I need some advice.

Advice I can trust.

I'll do my best.

I'm thinking of
running for DA.

George, that's terrific.
GEORGE: You think so?

Yes, I do.

Funny.

I've been finding all kinds
of things wrong with it.

Like what?

Rita, I don't do the
political thing very well.

I feel inept at it.

And the public exposure--

Get used to it, George.

Yeah, that's
what I'm afraid of.

I love my little family.

Closeness-- it's very private.

But you hold public office,
and that all gets opened up.

I mean, everybody gets to look.

You're exposed.

The privacy goes away.

I'm not sure I want to put
my family through that.

Plus the extra time
the job demands.

Time away from them.

I already feel the
job interferes.

George, I think your family
would be thrilled for you.

I understand your concern, but
if you approach it together--

well, maybe what you think
is fear is really excitement.

Think you should
let them in on it.

It's such a big step.

I don't think you should
be afraid to take it.

If that's what you want
to do, you should do it.

GEORGE: Thanks.

My name is Roxanne.

I'm an alcoholic.

ALL: Hi, Roxanne.

This is about my husband.

We were both addicts, me
to alcohol and him to--

everything.

Um, I started coming
to the meetings first,

and then after a while,
he came along too.

It was like we had just met.

The honesty was so incredible.

It was so-- so wonderful, you
know, being so completely open.

Not hiding anything, or denying
anything even to yourself.

You all know that he
just had a birthday.

I threw him a big
party on Sunday.

I found him with a
needle in his hand.

He'd taken a hit of
something, a big hit.

He has died.

I know I'm ready to slip.

I'm feeling like I'm wanting
to slip, but I don't want to.

I don't.

I've never felt so alone.

I want to drink so bad.

I love you, Alvin.

Please help me to
have the strength

to keep coming back here.

Oh, I don't know about
you guys, but I could

go for some cake and coffee.

Uh, our cake-- our cake
tonight is a 10-year cake.

10 years sober for Lou is--

Lou, are you here?

10 years and three days.

Way to go, Lou.

[applause]

No, no, no.

Way to go, Roxanne.

[applause]

Noriko's friend, Lucy, did
it all on her computer,

crossing doctor's orders
against pharmacy inventory.

And are one of the
DeLong's stealing morphine?

HUDSON: Not so
far, no shortages.

Down to the last pill.
- Great.

So now we do it the hard
way-- a drugstore at the time.

Oh, no, not yet.

We're going to try
something else.

Lucy's at lunch.
- Lunch?

Mm-hmm.

Yeah, when you start
work at 4:00 AM,

you eat lunch at breakfast time.

Which reminds me,
I'm about to cave.

Come on, keep me company.

Lab boys get back to
you on the statue?

Yep.

They found human
plasma on the base.

It had been wiped down,
but not completely.

No prints?

No prints.

What about the syringe?

The maker IDed
it as a sample lot

that went to Maywood Hospital.

Where the DeLongs
have privileges?

Uh-huh.

They definitely had access
and they were the only people

at the party who did.

Thanks.

Talking out of school
here, trying our confidence.

Uh-huh.

I had a conversation of sorts
with Mrs. Drake last night.

Is that right?

Yeah, we have mutual friends.

We're in the same
recovery group.

I didn't know.

I'm an alcoholic.

Bet you knew Roxanne.

I don't exactly know her.

Recovering alcoholics tend
to protect our anonymity.

Yeah, well I guess
their children do too.

Your mom or your dad?

My dad.

Last couple years of his
life were a living hell.

My mom died and
my dad was broke.

He tried to hide
it in the bottle.

It didn't work.

Never does.

Did he try a recovery program?

For a day, a week.

He was recovering all the time.

And then one day,
he just gave up.

Suicide.

I'm sorry.

Now I know how Roxanne
pulled her life together.

If it's not too
personal, how'd you quit?

I'm still quitting.

One day at a time.

Every day is just a step.

Giant steps.

I was to the point
your father was.

My life was a shambles.

Each day, almost, I'll
think is something.

Something that happened
during that time in my life.

Something-- something I
probably tried to forget.

And it's the same
with your friend.

She's still peeling away
the old shriveled-up layers

of her life trying to
get to the healthy ones.

So you think she knows more
than she realizes about why

her husband was killed?

It's a possibility.

Sounds like you're starting
to agree with my instincts

about Roxanne.

A distinct possibility.

Excuse me.

I'm Arty Macker.

Hey, Arty, the newspaper guy.

Nice to meet you.

Yeah, right.

I'm looking for George Donovan.

Well, I haven't seen
George all day long.

- Arty!
- Hey.

Good morning.

Hey, George.

Lorenzo.

Hey, George.

Lorenzo, homicide.

Are you working on that Alvin
Drake accidental homicide?

We can get into that.

That's a good example of what
I wanted to talk to you about.

You know, there are
ways we can make

life easier for each other.

Lorenzo, aren't you
supposed to be in court?

Yes, I am, George, yes, I am.

But you guys have had me sitting
on my thumb all day long.

You know, you could be
just a bit more organized,

don't you think?

[laughs]

Always a joker.

Come on, Arty, let's
get a cup of coffee.

I always admired you--

I would do anything
to please Alvin.

Oh, and he wanted
to try everything.

Every new drug fad, kinky
tricks with me, other women.

I was drunk a lot, all right?

I regret it, but
what's done is done.

What can you tell me
about Everett DeLong?

He's a very decent man.

He's always been crazy about
Vivian, which he in turn

uses to control him.

Now they're both
doctors, right?

Which one did they get the
drugs from, do you know?

No, I don't know.

You said it was
going on in the house?

You know how it
is with a drinker?

OK, he'll ask you to
sit down and talk.

And ask if you want to
taste, pour himself one.

Whether you have
one or not, and then

proceed to knock it
back while you sit there

and chat about the weather
or some damn thing.

Do you know anybody who
might have wanted Alvin dead?

You really think
he was murdered?

Yeah, I do, Roxanne.

I just can't prove it.

Wait, is that the reason
for all these questions?

You think I did it?

No, I don't think that
you did it, Roxanne.

I just-- I'm trying to come
up with some kind of motive.

Was Alvin afraid of anybody?

Was there anything that he
was concerned about, money

deals or anything like that?

Money.

He was setting up a trust fund
for Walter Fox's children.

He called it his "atonement."

Atonement?

What did he do to them?

It happened at our
house at a party.

Walter died of an
overdose of something.

Alvin had given him the drugs.

Scared the hell out of him.

That was just
before we split up.

Was there an inquest?

No, because Alvin drove the
body back to Walter's house

where it was found.

No one never even
knew we were involved.

Nobody at all?

Everett and Vivian.

So then Alvin
started to feel guilty?

I tried to tell him that
it wasn't his fault alone.

I mean, Walter certainly
wasn't innocent.

And it was probably
one of the DeLongs

that gave him the drugs
in the first place.

Once Alvin got
clean and sober, it

really started eating at him.

He really was a very
caring, decent man.

I really need your
help on this, Roxanne.

Anything that you can think
of, keep going over it.

Give me a call, all right?

This is [inaudible].

You're running for
your boss' job.

Whoa, whoa, where'd
you hear that?

Unimpeachable
source in City Hall.

Who else has heard this?
I don't know.

From what I'm told.

And?

He got very quiet.

Oh.

Oh, no.

That's bad.

Look, if I do this and it
flops, I mean, goodbye job,

goodbye Palm Beach.

I'll be fired the
day after election.

I'm not even sure
I want to do this.

But what if you win?

You have the right people
behind you from what I'm told.

Why are you so worried?

If the only way for
you to take a step up

the ladder is to
knock the guy off

ahead of you, that's politics.

Congratulations,
Donovan, I think.

[laughs]

I'm boned.

I'm boned.

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EVERETT: Did you cancel
your sessions for today?

Yes.

I said I'd been mugged.

Do I look mugged?

Vivian, I--

Don't.

Don't ruin it by apologizing.

Ruin it?

A little excitement
from you for a change.

Would you have shot me?

Right between the eyes.

Can you really be that cold?

Oh, anything but cold.

You know that.

Vivian, I'm going
to the office.

I didn't get to finish
what I started last night.

Help me.

Vivian.

And at first, we
didn't have a clue.

Every file had
doctor's orders on it,

and many a time, Dr. DeLong had
ordered one drug or another,

but there were
never any shortages.

Any morphine?

Oh, you bet.

It was morphine,
there was meperidine.

There was a whole lot of stuff.

His patients were to
look like pincushions.

So you're telling me he let
his patients suffer while he

walked off with the drugs?

No, actually it was
just the opposite.

They never suffered.

Usually it was a
natural delivery

of a second or third child.

All they needed was a
local for an episiotomy.

He wrote up prescriptions,
kept the drugs himself,

made fake entries
on patient charts.

And the insurance
companies paid for the fund.

And for Alvin Drake's murder.

It's not the slam dunk
we were looking for,

but it's enough to bring his
butt in here and talk about it.

So you ready to
go get him, partner?

Oh, man, I wish.

Judge called a two-hour recess
to look at some evidence,

see if it was
admissible in court.

I got to get back.

Good luck.

Thanks.

Lieutenant, shall we?

After you.

All right.

EVERETT: My attorney
is on his way.

Can you please tell me
what this is all about?

Sure you don't want
to wait for your lawyer?

Please, just answer me.

You are a suspect in the theft
of morphine and other drugs

taken from Maywood Hospital.

You should know
that we also happen

to warrant secured copies
of pertinent patient files.

You're also a suspect in
the murder of Alvin Drake.

Murder?

Not me.

Alvin wasn't murdered.

It was an accident.

You were there.

Mr. Drake died of a lethal
injection of morphine, Doctor.

It wasn't instantaneous
and you could have done it.

What?

How much?

Oh, enough to
kill several people.

He was knocked unconscious
and then he was injected.

It's really cold, Doctor.

But I didn't--

the man fell down the stairs.

He was a walking dead man
before he got to the stairs.

Dr. DeLong, I know that
you took the morphine

and the syringe
that killed Alvin

Drake from Maywood Hospital.

But if you gave
them to someone else

and you want to tell me
about it, I'm all ears.

Do you have anything to say?

Leave me alone.

Please, just leave me alone.

I feel like it
is slipping away.

Spent an hour with Donovan
trying to ring this thing out.

Says in his opinion--

We have no smoking syringe.

Words to that effect.

Yeah.

You know, if he didn't
do it, if it was Vivian,

even if Everett knows
and he wants to tell us,

we are locked out.

You're right.

Husband and wife privilege.

She can't testify against him.

But it deals with
communications between spouses.

So if he gave the
morphine to Vivian,

he could testify to
that, couldn't he?

I think he could.

And if we can put what
amounted to the murder weapon

in her hands, that
would at least

give Donovan some leverage.

Mrs. Drake here yet?

Yeah, she's here.

Let's put them both together
and see how the Doctor reacts,

all right?

Great.

Everett?

Roxanne.

I don't know what to say.

I'm so sorry.

You got to believe
me, I didn't know.

It's hard to
believe someone could

do that to Alvin, isn't it?

I can't believe Vivian
could be that cold,

but she always surprises me.

Why are you here?

I came to see Sergeant Lance.

She told me you were
in here, and I--

I thought you'd be scared.

Did Vivian stick that needle
in my husband, Everett?

I don't know that she did.

Maybe.

Did you give her the drugs?

I always kept her supplied.

She would pass whatever she
had along to her friends.

I've been very
stupid, haven't I?

Yeah, well, we've
all been pretty

stupid from time to time.

Everett, you just gotta
get control of your life.

Ah, but first, I would have
to get it away from Vivian,

and I don't think I can do that.

I'm helpless with her.

I know you'll do what's right.

George Donovan and I have
both talked to Judge Miller,

and the judge says
Dr. DeLong is to be

released on his own
recognizance immediately.

I know Mr. Hubert.

I already spoke to Donovan.

The man will be right out.

As a matter of fact,
here he is now.

Richard, good to see you.

Thank you for coming.

Everett, did you
keep your mouth shut?

Everything is fine, Vivian.

Good, then let's get you home.

And do what?

Get high?

So we can forget
the mess we're in?

The grief that we've caused.

Darling, you've
been through hell.

Doctor, I'd advise you
to keep quiet until we've

had a chance to talk.

What for?

What's the point?

I'm sick of it all.

Our entire life is a waste.

Now are you going to talk
to these men and tell them

what happened?

I've got nothing
to say to them.

Take some
responsibility, Vivian.

Let's go.

I used to think Vivian
was addicted to sex.

She's not.

It's control she's hooked on.

Have you seen this?

A shark like Arty Macker
loves the taste of warm blood

and he doesn't give a damn
whose veins it comes out of.

The "Early Edition."

What's in it, George?

Only the end of my career--

in this town, anyway.

DA's office in gridlock,
an unnamed source.

Wouldn't be you now,
would it, George?

Roy Conroy didn't get
to be DA by being stupid.

He's going to know it was me.

He's got a gun.

Who's got a gun?

Dr. DeLong in the parking lot.

He's going to shoot his wife.

His what?

Stay here.

Drop the gun and release her.

Stay back.

I don't want to have to shoot.

You're too weak to do it.

You don't got the guts.

I will do it, Vivian,
unless you go back inside

and tell them what
you did Alvin.

You are such a fool.

I did it as much
for you as for me.

If the truth comes
out, we're both ruined.

Put the gun down, Dr. DeLong.

HUDSON: Let her go
and drop the gun!

Stay away.

Drop the gun!

EVERETT: Listen to her.

She has something she
wants to tell you.

I've got nothing to say.

Come on, let's talk
about this without the gun.

Put the gun down.

Tell them.

Tell what?

You don't have the
nerve to do it.

You know damn well I'd do it
to you, but you can't do it!

[gunshot]

RITA: Lieutenant Hudson helped
me understand a few things.

CHRIS: What, about Roxanne?

And my dad.

Pride is what kept him drunk.

He couldn't admit that he
was powerless over alcohol.

Thought that he could beat
it on sheer willpower,

but disease does not have
respect for willpower.

You gotta be willing
to surrender to it.

My dad would never
surrender to anything.

Well, maybe he couldn't.

Nobody likes to admit their
mistakes, open up to strangers,

ask for help.

Yeah, but those strangers
were people just like him.

They might have had
answers, and that

is what is so sad
that things could have

turned out differently for him.

Step number four,
maybe searching

and moral inventory
of ourselves.

Ouch, and it only
gets tougher from there.

Uh-huh

ROXANNE: Rita!

Chris!

Hey, Roxanne!

Endorphins-- they
kick in at mile four.

[laughs]

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