My name is Dylan Reinhart. Not too long ago,
I was an operative in the CIA known as Agent Reinhart.
When I left the Agency and started teaching,
I became Professor Reinhart.
I wrote a book about abnormal behavior
and criminals, which was so successful
a serial killer used it as clues for his murders.
That's when the New York Police Department
reached out to me to help catch him.
Which I did, so they hired me,
and I became Consultant Reinhart.
So now I'm working with this woman,
Detective Lizzie Needham
of the homicide division, catching killers.
Looks like I need a new name.
Don't they call you Professor Psychopath?
♪ ♪
(INDISTINCT POLICE RADIO COMMUNICATION)
Officer, our murder suspect is Theodore Burton.
Last seen leaving the residence of his mortgage broker,
who he stabbed and killed. He's armed and dangerous.
Let's get this out to
- all units working. - (CELL PHONE BUZZES)
Hey, go to 47 Wall Street... Potter & Marley.
Theo has an appointment there in 15 minutes.
85 me two units to Potter & Marley Investments
for arrest assistance.
The suspect has one victim
and may be on his way to kill again.
Here. My dupe shield.
- Dupe shield? - Duplicate.
A place like this won't let you in without a badge,
and we don't have time to explain.
LIZZIE: Theo?
- Theo? - No. No!
(WORKERS GASPING, MURMURING)
Wait. Hey, hey. Okay, everybody, please stay calm.
Stay seated. Let us handle this.
(PANTING)
I'll go talk to him.
No, you won't. You're gonna wait
for the hostage negotiators to get here.
Okay. Dylan.
- Wait. - Theo.
- Dylan. - My name is Dylan. I'm not a cop.
I-I just want to talk to you.
I want to hear your side of the story.
You want to talk?
Yeah.
Talk to these con men.
Oh, they're your best buddy
when you're writing a check.
Yeah, all these great stocks they got.
And then they rob you blind!
You trusted them?
But it's their system.
They control it.
I manage a grocery store.
Well, you gotta be smart with your money.
Yeah.
I invested 12% a month every month for 15 years.
It's gone.
All of it.
(SOBBING): This company stole my nest egg.
They took everything.
Just isn't fair.
I get it.
There's nothing I can do about it.
They make their money off your hard work.
The world just isn't set up to protect the little guy.
No,
tell those cops not to arrest me.
No, no. They should arrest these thieves.
They-they should arrest the whole entire company!
Theo, look at me. Keep your eyes on me. Theo!
THEO: I have a family.
I-I can't go to jail.
I won't!
I-I won't, I won't!
(GROANS, YELLS IN PAIN)
Ow! My leg! Aah! My leg!
(THEO GROANING)
Ow. My leg. Ow.
Oh, I can practically see the germs floating around us.
If you're not sick when you get here,
you will be when you leave.
Hospitals are the worst.
Except for the whole "healing people" thing.
There is that. When I get home, I'm going to bathe
- in hand sanitizer. - MAN: Excuse me, sir.
Police. She's with me.
I'm the police. I just said that.
- Don't ever do that again. - Or what... you'll arrest me?
When I ask you to wait for the hostage negotiators, you wait.
Theo was there because he felt he had no control.
The banks had lost his money, and he had no recourse.
He was pushed into crisis.
The-the tension in his voice, the...
the impulsive twitching of his body.
We couldn't wait for the negotiators.
He needed to feel listened to.
- Hey. - Hey.
NURSE: He's on a morphine drip for pain,
and we just hung antibiotics.
(GROANS) How soon will I get out of here?
Not up to me.
Don't let them anywhere near me.
- Calm down. - You try and clock me one more time,
I will give you something to cry about.
Don't make me talk to the police!
You didn't want to talk to the cops,
shouldn't have been playing with knives.
(THEO GRUNTING)
Ah, the miracle of modern medicine.
The miracle of lorazepam, you mean.
Two milligrams is like a wrench to the head.
(DYLAN SIGHS)
I feel bad for that guy.
He was taken advantage of.
Doesn't give him the right to kill.
Are you okay? You look off.
Well, I just... I'm not good with hospitals.
Oh, Nurse Albany? Hi.
I'm... Give me a sec.
We're police. We need an update
on Theo Burton's condition, please.
Knife wound to the leg.
Hemodynamically stable.
He'll be fine.
You have a lovely bedside manner.
When can we talk to him?
After his CT angio.
I told you, your wife has been discharged.
You can't send her to the nursing home like this.
- ALBANY: Get her shoes on. - MAN: She could get septic again,
and we'll be back here tomorrow.
ALBANY: She got her antibiotics. She'll be fine.
Move the meat, right?
Because that's all sick people are to you?
You keep discharging her too early.
How about a little compassion?
Here's your compassion.
Leave on your own, or I call security.
Nurses on TV are so much nicer.
- Nurses on TV aren't real. - (DOG BARKING)
Oh, I didn't know dogs were allowed in the E.R.
ALBANY: No dogs!
I need this E.R. to remain sanitary.
I need Conan for my anxiety.
See a shrink, and get the dog out!
- (ELECTRONIC CHIMING) - WOMAN (OVER INTERCOM): Blue team to E.R.
Blue team to E.R.
NURSE: This patient's gonna arrest!
Bring a crash cart!
Get a doctor in here!
- Respiration's shallow. - DYLAN: That's Theo.
He's bradying down. BP's dropping.
DOCTOR: Someone get me an amp of atropine now.
- Doctor, he's in v-fib. - Call a code!
ALBANY (OVER INTERCOM): Code blue in the E.R.
Code Blue in Emergency.
The nurse said he was fine.
Then why does it look like they're losing him?
I thought this patient was stable.
- He was. - DOCTOR: Charging. Clear!
(WHIRRING, CLUNK)
- This makes no sense. - DOCTOR: Shock again.
Charging.
Clear.
(WHIRRING, CLUNK)
(FLATLINING TONE)
Synced & corrected by -robtor- www.addic7ed.com
So, let me get this straight: Your perp was
stable one minute, then dead the next... just like that?
- Yeah. The doctor was flummoxed. - Flummoxed?
Poleaxed.
He thinks it might have been
an undetected vascular compromise, but...
He was fishing for answers.
The hospital is scheduling a quality review of the case.
Yeah, don't hold your breath.
They've got more red tape than we do.
FUCCI: Needham, Doc, don't shoot the messenger,
but you got a CUPI.
- A CUPI? - That's not contagious, is it?
Circumstances undetermined pending investigation.
A CUPI's a case that keeps on kicking
even after death.
It is worse than contagious.
Someone called the tip line about your man Theo Burton.
"Your suspect is not the first person
that Crosstown Hospital m... murdered ""
MAN: Murdering patients? Really?
That's quite an accusation.
Theodore Burton was stable when he died in your E.R. yesterday.
Detectives, it's a hospital.
Sometimes people die.
Sometimes people live. Look, I get it.
We just have to follow up on these things.
- It's procedure. - Well, an unexpected death
hardly indicates criminality.
The majority of the patient deaths that occur
in Crosstown General's E.R. are among
the critically injured, ill, or DOA.
We are not talking about the majority of deaths.
We're talking about people who die
in unexpected or unusual circumstances.
As a hospital administrator, maybe you can help us out
with a list of patients who have recently died.
Patient privacy laws won't allow that.
So I'll get a subpoena, come back,
and then you'll give me a list?
Can we streamline that process?
Not without a warrant, we can't.
(DOOR OPENS)
Sorry. I just heard about this meeting.
These folks are from the precinct.
This is Dr. James Walters,
a very busy E.R. physician.
I'm also the chief quality officer
for the Emergency Department, so if you have any concerns
about irregularities, I'm never too busy
to answer questions.
So, there have been irregularities?
ADMINISTRATOR: Not at all.
There is one E.R. nurse
currently under administrative review.
Not for any malfeasance, of course.
Nurse Albany has our full support.
She's a top-notch caregiver...
(CHUCKLING): I'm sorry, Detectives.
My legal department won't allow
such disclosures.
Uh, please...
strike that nurse's name from your record.
Gentlemen, I trust that you will send our perp
Theo Burton's body to the M.E. for an autopsy.
That was her name... Nurse Albany.
The same nurse who was looking after Theo before he died.
So Reilly's suspicious of her,
and that's why he's put her on review,
or he's covering something up.
The man is clearly a snake in a suit.
Okay, so even if he is a reptile,
he still can't give us names without a subpoena.
But while we wait for that subpoena,
more patients could die.
We've gotta keep digging.
I know that following the rules
is a tough concept for you,
but we have certain protocols and procedures,
and they're there for a reason.
Rules can influence behavior,
but behavior can also influence rules.
I'm not talking about behavior and rules.
I'm talking about the law.
I'm gonna call in for a subpoena.
And your digging... keep it legal.
Don't tell me.
You need intel, and the NYPD's slowing you down.
This is why I left the CIA.
Because your mind works a million miles a minute
and everyone else's moves like they're running underwater?
No, I left because I couldn't stand
working in an institution.
You do realize the NYPD is an institution, don't you?
Thank you for enlightening me.
And I'm a consultant, so...
You've never liked authority.
While you've been a big fan?
We're not with the Company anymore.
We're free to work how we want.
Think of the fun we could have.
There have been some unusual deaths
in the E.R. at Crosstown General Hospital.
I have been digging around but found next to nothing.
I need to know what they're not telling us.
Maybe they're telling the truth.
Oh, yeah, because big corporations
just love to share the truth.
The hospital has an impressive firewall.
I'm going to need some time.
Try the New York Ledger.
I read a tiny article about irregularities
at Crosstown General, but the article
didn't have a byline.
JULIAN: The Ledger's mainframe has a private file with all kinds
of info on the poor care at Crosstown's E.R.
But none of the articles have been published.
The info is in the file of one reporter.
Rebecca Dunmar.
I mostly cover new tech releases.
My editor says, before he can put me
on any investigative work, he needs a slam dunk.
There's been a 20% uptick in E.R. deaths
over the last year, and yet he'll say,
"Oh, no, Becca, that still isn't a story""
The hospital's a major advertiser,
so my editor is probably afraid
to give Crosstown any bad publicity.
But let me tell you,
Crosstown General's staff is careless and incompetent.
Till the story gets out there, the killing's not going to stop.
You weren't the caller who left the anonymous tip, were you?
No. My job is to report the news,
not to make it happen.
If you want to talk to any of my sources,
I'd be happy to give you a few names.
- That would be helpful. - Yeah, um...
try the Taylors... Derek and Vanessa.
Their story will break your heart.
They didn't just rob Vanessa of her life.
They destroyed Derek's, too.
Vanessa didn't actually die,
but Crosstown certainly caused her suffering.
She went to the E.R. with heart palpitations,
and the doctor sent her away with anxiety medication.
She had hypothyroidism, not anxiety,
and now it's just tragic.
HARRIS: Hey, Needham, looks like you have a visitor.
(KNOCKING ON GLASS)
Pete the Stalker, look at you all cleaned up.
You look nice.
Thank you. (CHUCKLES)
Actually, turns out
I'm not a stalker.
Um...
I never intended to scare Maggie.
Okay.
So, what brings you in?
Well, my boss fired me after the, uh,
incident.
But Linda, the police psychologist you recommended,
thinks that I am rehabilitated.
In fact, she wrote a letter of recommendation
to help me get a job.
Good for you, Pete.
She also thought it might be helpful
if you would sign it.
You want me to help you find a job?
Great. Thank you.
VANESSA AND DEREK: ♪ Beautiful dreamer ♪
♪ Wake unto me ♪
♪ Starlight and dewdrops ♪
♪ Are waiting for thee ♪
♪ Sounds of the rude world ♪
♪ Heard in the day ♪
♪ Lulled by the moonlight ♪
♪ Have all passed away. ♪
You sound beautiful.
Your wife had a left-brain stroke.
11 months ago.
How'd you know?
Music and memorized lyrics
live in a region of the brain undamaged by aphasia.
That's why your wife
can't talk to you but can still sing.
I'm Dylan Reinhart from the NYPD.
I was hoping to ask you
a few questions about Crosstown General.
If you're here to talk about that hospital,
ask as many questions as you want.
A year ago, me and Vanessa were training
to run the New York Marathon.
Now I'm pushing my wife in a wheelchair,
and she's living in a nursing home.
Dr. Walters misdiagnosed her.
The hospital has a team of lawyers covering everything up.
Then why do you keep going back there?
I don't have a choice.
We don't have great health insurance.
Before Vanessa got sick,
the two of us were gonna launch an online startup.
Now... I just make ends meet as best I can.
Maybe I should be grateful.
At least Vanessa didn't die like the others.
I think someone at Crosstown
is purposely killing patients.
(PANTING)
♪ Yeah ♪
♪ Oh, I'm walking my own line... ♪
(GRUNTS)
I'm a little scared
for whoever's pissing you off.
(CHUCKLING): He must be a jerk.
"He" is my job, and I like it.
But yeah, it's been rough.
Uh, I'm Jeff.
- Hi, Jeff. - Hi.
I'm working out.
Uh, give me two minutes?
I'm on lunch, so you have 45 seconds before my next round.
Yeah, I was hoping to talk you out of that.
What?
Well, I'm a personal trainer.
Those burpees that you're doing
are killer on your knees and lower back.
Even if your form is perfect.
Here.
And what am I supposed to do with these, Jeff?
We're gonna do an overhead tricep extension.
All right? May I?
Okay, so you're gonna start with your arms over your head.
You're gonna bend at the elbows, keeping your shoulders still.
Like this? (GROANS)
Oh, my God.
- Oh, my God. Are you okay? - (LAUGHING)
I'm good, I'm good.
It's okay. I'm good.
Well, what can I do?
Oh, God. Uh, well, I was gonna...
I was gonna ask you for your phone number.
(BOTH LAUGH)
Kind of hard to say no to me now, huh?
Yeah... yeah, it is. Uh...
- Uh... - (LAUGHING)
Oh, no.
God, I'm sorry. It's okay.
Elizabeth Needham.
Detective.
Does the NYPD let you carry a gun?
You're practically a deadly weapon all on your own.
(LAUGHS)
You find anything?
Uh, I shouldn't work out during lunch.
- What happened? - Ugh.
I met a guy and gave him a bloody nose.
- He asked me out. - Of course he did.
He's a trainer.
Ah, I'll give you the story later.
I filed the subpoena.
Waiting to hear back.
You get anything?
As a matter of fact, I did.
I think Crosstown Hospital has an angel of death.
An angel of death? Really?
Derek says he feels someone
in the E.R. is trying to kill patients.
And you think it's Nurse Albany?
Well, we saw the way she treated people.
And she transferred from Oregon a year ago.
Right before the uptick in patients dying.
Yes.
How'd you find that out so quickly?
Oh, never mind. I don't want to know.
Oregon is a right-to-die state.
You do realize that Death with Dignity
- is not the same as murder? - I do.
But if our killer's M.O. is poison by administering
either too much or too little medication...
Don't get ahead of yourself with the poison theory.
We're still waiting on the tox results to confirm C.O.D.
JASMINE: Lizzie, remember, I need you
to get those after-action reports.
On it, on it.
Okay, tell me your theories... the credible ones...
while I go through these reports.
Well, it may be that our angel of death...
Possible angel of death.
...isn't motivated by a moral compass.
They don't have any mercy.
They want to kill rather than care for
annoying or demanding patients.
It's also may be that these patients' deaths
were tragic medical misfortunes.
When someone dies unexpectedly in a hospital,
people want someone to blame.
They can't blame God or fate, so...
they blame their nurse or doctor.
You're being very protective of the hospital institution.
The hospital institution saves lives.
Okay, I'm not an expert in human behavior, but...
something's eating at you.
I know that you hate hospitals,
but this seems personal.
Okay, we don't have to talk about it.
When I was in sixth grade, my mom was in a cancer ward.
I'd go visit her after school.
Sixth grade? I'm so sorry.
I remember one of my mom's caregivers,
Janet...
she was giving Mom a bath
after one of her surgeries, and...
the washcloth turned orange with all the iodine, and...
Janet said that Mom looked like an orange Oompa Loompa.
And my mom couldn't stop laughing
even though it hurt because of all the stitches.
I spent way too much time
in hospitals when I was a kid, so yes,
I do... I hate them.
(SIGHS)
But Janet was kind.
I never would have wanted Albany to take care of my mom.
Okay. We'll look at everybody in the hospital,
starting with Nurse Albany.
- Elizabeth Needham? - Uh-huh.
I have something for you.
You've just been served.
The trainer I met in the park...
he's suing me for personal injury.
- What? - He says I intentionally hurt him.
But he approached me.
He wants compensatory and punitive damages?
Look, don't worry. Uh, talk to Andy.
Your husband owns a bar. You think I need a drink?
Well, it wouldn't hurt.
But Andy used to work for a fancy law firm.
I bet he can help.
HARRIS: Tox report came back.
Theo died of a morphine overdose.
Nurse Albany is the one who hooked him up
to that morphine drip.
And she's on administrative review.
You may be right.
And if Albany is the angel of death,
the killing isn't gonna stop.
LIZZIE (QUIETLY): There's Dr. Walters.
They're working together?
Come on.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(DOOR BANGS SHUT)
Oh, boy.
I hope you're both going to scrub thoroughly after this.
So, what, you gonna arrest us for a quickie?
What do you know about the unexplained deaths in the E.R.?
Hannah, tell them what you think.
There is a problem at Crosstown General,
and it isn't with the staff.
It's with the administrator.
The only thing admin cares about is their financial bottom line.
That is what's killing patients.
- Meaning what? - I'm doing the work of four nurses.
Unless a patient has top-tier health insurance,
I'm barely allowed to spend three minutes with them.
Reilly is on my butt, saying, "Treat 'em and street 'em."
WALTERS: Reilly's the administrator.
He wants us to turn over the beds as fast as possible.
I have complained a lot.
Which is the real reason he put her
on administrative review.
Reilly's trying to shut you up?
What exactly did you complain about?
For starters, the I.V. pumps keep malfunctioning.
They go down, and no one can tell how or why.
- (DOG BARKING) - DYLAN: Why did that service dog
start barking?
- (MACHINE DINGING) - ALBANY: Code blue in the E.R.
Code blue in Emergency.
The I.V. pumps you complained to Reilly about...
was Theo Burton hooked up to one of them?
Yeah.
It got sent to the machine room to be fixed.
If you wait two weeks, it'll be back on the floor.
- I'd like to see one now. - (CHUCKLES) Good luck.
Everything's locked up down there.
They don't want anyone getting near that stuff.
Why not?
Your suspect is not the first person
that Crosstown Hospital murdered.
Nurse Albany, are you the one who called
and tipped us off?
"Your suspect is not the first person
Crosstown Hospital has murdered ""
Those were almost identical
to the words the whistle-blower used.
I don't think that's a coincidence.
I tried to get the administration to change,
but they won't.
Me? I'm powerless.
I was hoping you might do the right thing.
Okay. Thank you.
You can go.
So, what do you want to do?
We're not breaking into the machine room.
No.
No, we're not.
LIZZIE: Andy, I don't get it.
How could this guy, Jeff,
who was flirting with me, turn around and sue me?
I gave up trying to understand why people do things.
Dylan's the psychologist.
That's his sweet spot.
I'm only an attorney.
You two definitely are one of those opposites-attract couples.
That's true, though I'm not sure anyone is really like Dylan.
Andy, this guy, Jeff, totally tricked me.
I promise everything's gonna be okay, all right?
Take a breath.
- Tell me what happened. - (SIGHS)
He was standing behind me, and I...
I guess I hit him with a dumbbell.
I didn't know that...
How'd you know he was behind you?
Because I could feel him breathing down my neck.
So you were annoyed at him.
Maybe that's why you intentionally hit him.
I didn't intentionally hit him. I told you, I...
- Seems you have a temper. - I don't have a temper.
- I... - You sure?
You're testing me.
(SIGHS)
This is a "he said, she said" case,
which means it's all about likability here, all right?
There's no witnesses, so your...
your tone is gonna be vitally important.
So, the fact that I'm telling the truth and he's lying...
Come on, you know how it is.
The system is built in such a way
that the truth doesn't always win out.
I'll look into it for you.
MAN: Thank you, Detective.
Between the cold and the stench,
you owe me double for this.
So, what exactly am I doing here?
Right before Theo Burton O.D.'d,
a Chihuahua barked at an I.V. pump.
And dogs can hear things that humans can't.
- Mm-hmm. - So, why did the little dog bark?
Well, that's what I hope
you're going to help me figure out.
Yo, step off, man.
I am stepping off. Many apologies.
(BEEP)
♪ ♪
(BEEP)
The place where old machines and fresh evidence go to die.
These I.V. pumps aren't connected
to the Internet or Wi-Fi,
so what are you...?
(HIGH-PITCHED WHIRRING)
Your killer reversed the polarity of the magnet
inside that pump's speaker.
What, turning it into a device
that listens for sound instead of creating it?
Yes, and that machine was hacked.
They used sound to reprogram a pump?
JULIAN: The killer used an inaudible sound frequency
to deliver the malware.
How?
My guess is something as simple as a cell phone
was used to trigger the attacks,
enabling whoever did this to work
on the fly, unnoticed.
And make them more difficult to find.
(SIGHS) So, could we bait the hacker,
draw them out?
We can try.
I'll ping the malware server and send a message.
Compliment the sophistication of their code
and propose a partnership.
Someone is transforming medical devices
into murder weapons.
The malware attacked the I.V. machine's pump,
causing it to dump huge amounts of drugs
into those poor patients' systems.
So a tech genius is our angel of death?
Didn't you say that Derek...
Was in the process of launching
an online startup when Vanessa got sick.
So yes, he has the computer know-how.
Certainly has the motive.
He did show signs of depression and stifled rage.
But if he were caught,
there'd be no one to take care of Vanessa.
- He seemed incredibly devoted. - Mmm.
A list of recent deaths at Crosstown E.R.,
along with patient background info.
Where'd you get this?
Don't ask.
So, apart from being killed by an I.V. pump,
did these patients have anything else in common?
Almost all of them had inadequate
or no health insurance.
That fits with what I dug up on Reilly.
Crosstown's administration has their bonuses tied
to the hospital's stock price.
Mmm, a good incentive to keep earnings high.
Which would make him keep patients' deaths quiet.
Do you really think Reilly
would intentionally murder patients?
He's a businessman.
(SCOFFS) That is bad business.
- (CELL PHONE BUZZES) - Mmm.
I'm setting up a rendezvous
with the hacker, letting 'em know there are
other hospitals that need to be brought to justice
for mistreating patients.
DYLAN: I'll be in your ear.
Remember, it's not enough for the hacker
to admit to designing the malware.
- He has to... - We need a confession that the malware
was intentionally used to kill. I know.
How's the level?
Hey, Needham.
Knock 'em dead.
Hopefully, it won't come to that.
(CELL PHONE BUZZES)
_
♪ ♪
Someone's approaching.
DYLAN: It's Becca.
HARRIS: Becca? This is the tech reporter I met.
I used to be a Web programmer.
Ask her if she works with a group
or if she scripts malware on her own.
Do you work with a group
or script malware on your own?
I work alone.
You said you had a proposition for me?
Your malware's genius.
I'm interested in teaming up.
Offer her money.
I would make it worth your while,
monetarily speaking.
This isn't about the money.
If I were to use malware to attack Crosstown General
or any other hospital like it, I wouldn't do it for money.
I'd do it to expose their greed.
I'd bring them all down.
What made you get involved in this cause?
Why are you really here?
Make it personal.
You're onto me.
Actually, this is personal.
Tell her you watched your mom die in an E.R.
I watched my mom die in an E.R.
The doctor took me to an empty room
and told me there was nothing more
that he could do to help her.
But the real reason was because my mom wasn't a priority.
But the real reason was that my mom wasn't a priority.
He practically wanted her to die.
Who did?
Dad.
The doctor.
Tell her you didn't want to give up on your mom.
LIZZIE: I never wanted to give up on her,
but the doctor was too busy to care.
I hate hospitals.
We trust them to take care of us,
but what are we supposed to do
when they kill our loved ones and cover it up?
If you and I were to team up...
We could really do something.
Come on, Becca.
Confess.
Okay, let's do it.
Big attack.
We could take down every corrupt hospital in Manhattan.
Meet me here at noon tomorrow.
So, this is personal for you, too?
For me?
No.
For me, it's political.
Okay, let's bring the lieutenant up to speed
and get a team in place for tomorrow.
Tell her we'll need a few undercovers as well.
She's lying. We should bring her in.
HARRIS: She didn't confess,
but she implicated herself.
Dylan, we can't cuff Becca with just this.
No, she's lying about this being political and not personal.
DYLAN: There's something else going on.
"Wedding announcement."
Becca was in the process of planning a wedding.
She wore an engagement ring.
I think Becca's fiancé might be
on this list of patients who died in the E.R.
Let me see if I can find out who she was engaged to.
If this is personal for Becca...
And she knows we're onto her,
she may go straight to the hospital
to get revenge on the people who killed her fiancé.
Her fiancé died.
At Crosstown.
We gotta get to the hospital now.
- (GASPING) - Don't move.
- Police. Police. - Everyone, give this woman space.
- Becca... - Leave me alone.
I know what happened to your fiancé.
This hospital took Carl from you.
He should never have died in this E.R.
BECCA: You don't get it.
Carl was everything.
And now it feels like half of you is missing.
I get it.
I lost the love of my life, too.
After he died, I...
I couldn't function.
Then, one day, I stopped crying.
I got angry.
You wanted justice.
I'm not a killer.
They made me this way.
It's their fault.
This hospital killed him!
- And they will be punished. - No.
They're too big. They're too powerful.
They'll get away with it.
DYLAN: What if they don't?
Becca, I know this hospital misdiagnosed
your fiancé's illness
and Vanessa's illness.
And I have proof they tried to cover it up.
How?
Institutions are very powerful,
but they're also very bureaucratic.
They keep records of everything.
I tried to get those records.
I sued to get those records.
I used other means.
You will pay a heavy price, but you will have your justice.
(SOBBING)
(GASPING)
It's okay.
Come here. It's okay.
The hospital has already begun
the paperwork for settling your case.
With the money, I'll be able to get
much better care for Vanessa.
And there's some new research on the effects
of music therapy for stroke survivors.
Under a neurologist's supervision
and with proper rehab,
Vanessa could show signs of improvement.
Thank you.
LIZZIE: Of course.
You two closed that case quickly.
Good work.
I'm turning my case folder over
to the attorney general.
Crosstown Hospital's being investigated.
Can I ask who gave you the proof
about Vanessa's misdiagnosis and Becca's fiancé?
Yes, you can ask.
Mmm.
Too bad Becca made all the wrong choices.
You feel bad for her.
I do.
JASMINE: Oh, Detective, you did forget
to put one thing in the report.
I did? I don't think so.
Yeah, you forgot to report your overtime.
According to hospital records,
you signed in around midnight,
I assume to get to one of the compromised machines?
Right.
Give me back my dupe shield now.
I really need a badge.
- You can get a badge. - I can?
- Yeah. - When?
Right after you graduate from the police academy.
MAN: You're a public servant,
so we don't want to drag you to court.
So my client is willing to settle this case
right here today for, say, a hundred thousand.
A hundred thousand dollars?
For bruising your ego?
I don't have a hundred thousand dollars.
Here's what I'm gonna do.
I'm gonna set you up on a nice payment plan.
(SIGHS)
Forgive my tardiness, gentlemen, Ms. Needham.
I'm coming from a board meeting downtown.
- That's your firm? - Uh-huh.
Voted one of the Top Ten
Most Prestigious Law Firms in America.
- Yeah, I read about that. - Okay, look.
Uh, I have to be at an event in 30 minutes,
so I'm gonna need to keep this brief.
Your client, Jeff Johnson, has obscenely
exaggerated his injuries.
And, Mr. Traub, your naked grab
for excessive monetary damages
has so upset my client and personal friend
that I have decided to countersue
on Ms. Needham's behalf.
- They dropped the lawsuit. - Yay!
Turns out Jeff has done this a dozen times before.
It's a scam he's got down cold.
Also happens to be Traub's brother-in-law.
Oh, so they're keeping it in the family.
Well, well done.
Also, you look mighty fine in that suit, sir.
Ugh, forgot how much I hate putting these on.
I was lucky to have you, Andy.
If you hadn't been there, Traub would've buried me.
Thank you.
Just glad my law degree came in handy for someone.
Vanessa and Derek had no one to stand up for them.
- Neither did Becca. - No.
Fighting a losing battle against a Goliath
just pushed her over the edge.
Those Goliaths can be vicious.
They certainly can.
You just gotta find a bigger Goliath.
Is this what you guys talk about when you're
alone together all day... Goliaths?
'Cause I've had my moments of being jealous
in the past, but not so much anymore.
I told you, police work is boring.
Oh, yeah, especially since I've been working with Dylan.
(LAUGHTER)
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