by two separate yet equally important groups:
The police, who investigate crime
and the district attorneys who prosecute the offenders.
These are their stories.
Okay, pal, let's go.
Rise and shine.
Coffee at the mission.
Let's go. Let's go.
Come on. Up we go.
( horse neighing )
Look at this.
Oh, geez.
What is this?
Shoe shine out call?
They look like my shoes.
Terrific. Sure, sure.
Just drop them, drop them, drop them.
Take off.
( scoffs ) What do we got here?
Oh.
Oh, you okay, buddy? Huh?
( groaning ) I must have got mugged.
Good morning, New York.
Mounted Post One.
Request immediate EMS.
On a bench off 86th.
Cut about eight inches, centimeters--
whichever's smaller-- right about here.
But he's all sewn up
and the doc says real nice work.
So he had an operation. So what?
What's the beef?
Well, he says his name is Drew MacDaniel.
Swears he's never been under the knife,
never even been in a hospital,
but the doctor says
he has massive internal bleeding.
They did an ultrasound or something
before they took him into surgery.
And?
And somebody cut out his kidney.
Talk about getting your pocket picked, huh?
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A fresh incision, an I.V. mark,
and blood tests indicate benzodiazepines--
Hey, I'm no genius, but to me, that spells operation.
If it weren't for the tie on the renal vein,
I'd say he did a pretty good job.
Renal vein?
Yeah, the renal artery was tied up like a pro,
but the vein must have popped
ten minutes after they closed him up.
Rookie mistake.
Half hour later, he was swimming in his own blood.
Listen, a guy just doesn't forget he had major surgery.
All I'm saying is that within 24 hours
someone did a chop-chop and took out a kidney.
Well, he could have skipped out of post-op
before Accounting got to him.
Covering up.
You ever been a patient?
It's easier to bust out of Attica
than to leave a hospital without paying.
So you're saying some Dr. Frankenstein
is out there selling body parts?
Hey, is it possible?
I saw Sweeney Todd three times, why not?
If you were going to steal a kidney...
Whoa, whoa, whoa.
I'm a resident looking at Park Avenue dermatology.
You want to talk kidneys?
Martha Kershan, 14th floor-- resident maven.
Reality? Kidney brokers are pure fiction.
There is no such animal as a black market for kidneys.
So even if I wanted to, I couldn't buy a kidney?
It's against the law.
So is jaywalking.
More to the point, it's not necessary.
We can keep kidney patients alive on dialysis
until a kidney becomes available.
Available, how?
Through O.T.N.--
The Organ Transplant Network.
They monitor all available organs nationwide.
So I want to give up my kidney--
I go to O.T.N...
Not exactly.
Hopefully, you'd be recently deceased,
since it's also illegal to sell a kidney.
Hospital notifies O.T.N. they've got a donor.
How long does it take
to get one?
Long, sometimes never.
What's the problem-- getting them to match?
No, rejection hasn't been
a major concern for ten years; drugs combat it.
For the most part everything is interchangeable.
So there's no reason for this to have happened.
Unless the recipient
was highly cytotoxic.
( chuckles ) English please, Doc.
If you're cytotoxic,
you reject tissue unlike your own.
The drugs don't work.
You'd need a virtually perfect match.
Drew MacDaniel.
You don't look like family.
Under the skin, we're all brothers, Miss Johnson.
212. Good luck.
He's just up from recovery.
Double dose of every painkiller we got.
High as a kite.
No, Detective, I never had an operation.
And you were born with two kidneys, right?
Drafted in '68.
Healthy enough for a tour in 'Nam.
You always walk through the park at night, Mr. MacDaniel?
Tuesdays.
I take my six-year-old to the playground
off 76th and Fifth.
Lives with her mother.
Divorced?
Separated.
I live on Columbus.
I walk home through the park.
Did you get a look at these... muggers?
Muggers?
I don't remember anything.
Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a minute.
Are you telling me MacDaniel was not a random victim?
All right, we've got a specialist who says,
the only way this thing makes sense,
is if the recipient had a condition
that required a match.
And MacDaniel's kidney fits the bill?
Well, he'd have to be tested to make sure,
but the problem is, MacDaniel swears
from now till Sunday, that he's never been tested.
Grand theft kidney. Terrific.
What about you? You got any theories?
Devil worship? Alien beings?
( sighs ) A cult wouldn't stitch the guy back up.
And I imagine there would be other organs
of more interest than a kidney.
Had to be for a transplant.
Had to happen sooner or later.
What did?
Well, you don't think with these medical miracles,
they don't set up a whole new set of problems?
Oh, what are we going to do? Bury our heads in the sand?
I'm just saying we come in with all our own parts,
maybe we should go out the same way.
( scoffs ) Come on, give me a break, Max.
You know how many lives have been saved
because of organ donations?
I don't see you standing in line giving anything away.
I got the sticker on my license.
Personally, I think it should be automatic.
Otherwise, they'd just give you a sticker
that says you can't use your organs.
My old man wouldn't be alive today
if he didn't have a new ticker.
Okay, enough with the Philosophy 101.
Now, let's say the motive is transplant.
I got a $64 question.
Who did it get transplanted into?
Bull's-eye.
I just need to know if any kidney transplants
took place at your hospital in the last 72 hours.
Whoa, whoa, I have been waiting, all right?
No, no, hold on, don't go, don't go.
Well, okay. Yeah. Who does your scheduling?
No! O.R. scheduling, okay?
No. Yes, ma'am.
That's right, that's right, I'm a detective.
That's quite all right. No, this is not a crank call, okay?
Well, could you just maybe find it for me, huh?
Could ya?
Okay, fine. Thank you.
You know, what is with people these days?
We got five, at least. We got four.
The one at Saint John's took place at 3:30.
MacDaniel wasn't even in the park at that time.
He hadn't been to see his daughter, either.
Four.
And you can track where every kidney came from?
Sure, and where it goes.
For example, this morning in Miami,
a 14-year-old boy died in a diving accident,
and tomorrow,
a 63-year-old potato farmer in Boise
will get his kidney.
( chuckles ) Unbelievable.
Not really, it gets packed in ice.
Federal Express does the rest.
So, our four...
Let's see.
The transplant at Manhattan Memorial
came from Saint Jude's in Boston.
The one in Newark came from Concord, New Hampshire.
And the one at Gramercy came from...
Are you sure you got this right?
Why?
There's no record
of a kidney to Gramercy in the last three days.
Thank you very much.
Yeah, blood, kidneys, corneas, it all comes through here.
You were on Tuesday night?
Till 10:00.
You got a record of a kidney coming in?
Kidney, kidney, don't leave home without it.
Tuesday...
Yep, there it is.
Kidney came in at 9:32 p.m.
From where?
What, am I supposed to ask it where it's from?
Delivery guy drops off a cooler.
Document says it's a kidney.
I mark down the time, and I send it upstairs.
To whom?
Patient: Merritt, Mary.
Doctor: Reberty, James.
You don't mind if I tape this?
I find it avoids misunderstandings.
Well, we certainly wouldn't want any of those.
To get back to your question.
As long as the blood and tissue samples
are compatible with my patient,
it doesn't much concern me where the kidney comes from.
So you have no idea who the donor was?
The paperwork
that accompanies the organ, uh, only has the donor's vitals.
If you need more, I guess you got to talk to O.T.N.
Yeah, well, O.T.N. has no record of ever delivering a kidney
to Gramercy Hospital, so...
When were you alerted
that a kidney had become available?
I was dining at Windows.
That was 9:30.
My beeper went off.
I notified my team, and I notified the patient.
Nothing unusual?
Like a thousand times before.
The operation was a success.
We're monitoring her responses.
You know, my guess is that
some clerk got caught napping down at O.T.N.
To err is human.
WOMAN: Mary Merritt.
LOGAN: She looks awful.
Is she going to make it?
She was lucky.
I'd say she got that kidney in just about the nick of time.
Do you think you can get us an address,
names of relatives, friends?
Nope.
Actually, Mary Merritt's not her real name.
It's a code we give to the big shots
when they come in for a detox or a tuck.
Or a transplant?
What are you going to do?
Celebs like their privacy.
Once one of the New Kids came in, tonsils or something
This whole place turned into a zoo.
So who do we have here?
NURSE: You got me.
I've never seen her before.
But she must be big.
Usually, the charts have their real I.D.s.
This time,nada.
How about insurance?
The whole thing was paid up front.
A private suite.
Hmm.
Mind if we take a look?
I shouldn't.
Aw, come on.
Just want to see
how the idle rich recuperate.
( chuckles )
What did you get?
Her lipstick.
( laughing )
CRAGEN: It's robbery, Mike.
You don't take other people's property,
even if you do have a badge.
Hey, she's in I.C.U.-- I don't think
she's going to need her lipstick for a while.
Look, you got the prints, just put it back, okay?
Yeah.
You're not going to believe this.
Our Ms. Merritt had a drug possession charge
three years ago.
You get a name?
Joanna Woodleigh,
only daughter of Phillip Woodleigh.
The Woodleigh Building?
The Woodleigh Library,
the Woodleigh Foundation, the Woodleigh Trust.
Phillip Woodleigh gives away more money in one year,
than the three of us will earn in a lifetime.
Which means his daughter can afford some new lipstick.
Which means she can afford a new kidney.
( chuckling ): Mary Merritt.
She said she didn't need that kind of privacy.
She also hated having her picture in the Post
after her last operation.
You mean she's had other transplant attempts?
Two failed, last time she almost died
during treatment for the rejection.
That must be difficult.
I'm sorry.
You know, unfortunately, your daughter's kidney
can't be accounted for.
And this incident in the park seems to...
Gentlemen, gentlemen, believe me, I feel for the man,
but what do you want me to do?
I don't know who he is
or what bearing this has on my daughter.
The kidney came through the system,
which I thank God for.
A mugging for a human organ?
GREEVEY: When was the last time
Drew MacDaniel had a blood test, Doctor?
I did one about four months ago.
What for?
Mr. MacDaniel was the object of a paternity suit.
I drew blood for the court-ordered test.
Fatherhood. That's a big help.
No, no.
It's the same test: H.L.A.
Same as the one to test kidney tissue?
Yes.
This is from the kidney that showed up at Gramercy Hospital.
It's the same blood type as MacDaniel.
Same as millions of others, too.
Whether the tissue matches, I couldn't tell you
without comparing the H.L.A. results.
Who did the lab work?
Lindquist Labs,
2nd Avenue, across from University Hospital.
They have an excellent reputation.
We're impressed in advance.
No one knows client results.
The data's identified by order number only.
You've got to match patient
with test result at some point!
Only in Billing. ( chuckles )
The account's accessed once when the order comes in,
once when the result goes out-- twice.
And how many times was the MacDaniel's file accessed?
Not more than twice, I'm sure.
( typing )
( computer beeps )
What's that?
That's a third time.
And the other accounts?
( computer beeping )
They've all been accessed three times.
By who?
One of my clerks.
A woman named Rosaria Mendez.
But she's gone home.
To an address you'll be happy to access.
I even go back to it four times
to make sure everything is right.
Why, because you make so many mistakes?
I'm a good worker.
I don't know nothing about people getting hurt.
I'm sure you're a worker, Rosaria,
but you might have helped some people
to hurt an innocent man.
Entra para dentro. Entra para dentro.
This nurse came from the hospital.
She asked for printouts of test data.
What hospital?
Who's the nurse?
Gramercy Hospital.
Her name is Elaine Hale.
They're doing this big research project
on kidney transplants.
I thought I was doing good.
You never wondered why she came to you
instead of the head of the lab?
They were in a hurry.
And your heart was so pure, you never took money.
GREEVEY: You work for Dr. Reberty, don't you?
Everybody here works for him.
He's chief of transplant surgery.
Does everyone go around town
bribing clerks for confidential medical data?
That sounds like an accusation.
It is. It's a crock.
LOGAN: Not according to Rosaria Mendez.
That's just circumventing the bureaucracy.
Oh, really? And why would you do that?
To save time.
Everybody does it.
They do?
Why all the interest in Drew MacDaniel?
Who?
He's a guy... with a missing kidney.
A guy whose blood-test results you had.
I got 4,000 sets of results.
If his name is on it, it sounds like coincidence.
Sorry, guys.
( chuckles )
Look, in ten years, we havenevermade a mistake.
I assure you, no legitimate kidney
was delivered to Gramercy in the last week.
Legitimate?
I'm not going to lie to you.
In India, you can get a kidney for $20,000.
I mean, if one were desperate enough,
I suppose one could go overseas.
Or cross town.
How desperate was Joanna Woodleigh?
Oh, let's see.
Hmm. On a scale of one to ten, I'd give her an 11.
Because of the two failed transplants?
Very good, Detective.
You see, with each rejection, the body becomes more cytotoxic.
I mean, this girl would need almost need a perfect match.
Would Mr. MacDaniel's kidney do the trick?
Four-point match.
That's as good as it gets.
Well, do you have any evidence tying this doctor
to the attack on the man in the park?
Not directly.
Joanna Woodleigh is so hard to match
she's been on a waiting list for three years.
You believe there were two compatible kidneys
floating around Manhattan on the same night?
Now, we know this kidney
didn't come from the Organ Network,
and I doubt he's going to get it
from the meat section at Dagastinos.
So, we're assuming that the transplant surgeon
at a major hospital,
went out and bushwhacked this guy himself?
Couldn't have been an amateur-- there's too much to cut.
Well, where the hell did he do this, right there in the bushes?
All we know is that he did it.
Proving he did it-- that's a long shot.
Two competent people could remove a kidney.
What about equipment?
To do it right, a complete operating theater.
How about just to get it done?
It's the carpenter, not his tools.
Minimum: scalpel, sutures, anesthesia machine.
Are anesthesia machines portable?
For Schwartzenegger.
It's about 500 pounds.
You don't just tiptoe out of a hospital
with one late at night.
Are they expensive?
Expensive enough.
We lease ours.
Suppose I wanted to lease one?
Talk to my secretary,
she'll give you our supplier.
Two months ago, a guy comes in-- ratty hair, beard, the works.
Says he wants a defibrillator.
I figure, this guy's no M.D.
Turns out, he's some hotshot lecturer over at downstate.
To think my nephew Petey ended up in Guadalajara.
Here you go-- one anesthesia machine.
Rented to who? Reberty, James.
Yeah, I remember.
Some woman called and charged it to his Am-Ex.
Was her name Elaine Hale?
488 West 94, Apartment One.
We deliver it, 50 bucks extra, pickup another 50.
Did she return it?
Picked it up the next day, hardly used.
You didn't think it was strange
that Miss Hale had an anesthesia machine
delivered to her apartment?
Guy comes in last week, wants 100 bedpans.
Jell-O molds.
( chuckles ) What do I know?
GREEVEY: Tell me about Elaine Hale.
WOMAN: Oh. She's the good one.
Never a sound, rent on time.
Invites me to holiday dinner.
( laughs ) They should all be so sweet.
What did she do anyway?
Well, what makes you think she did anything?
Oh, cops, warrant--
you don't need to be a Kreskin.
Anything strange about the last couple of days?
Oh, you want strange?
Those bums in 2E.
Purple hair, gold earring.
Nothing.
What did you expect?
She keeps the place as clean as an operating room.
She's a nurse, you know.
The bums upstairs,
they don't even tie their trash,
but Elaine double-bags hers.
Cats, they should all die.
GREEVEY: A lot of garbage for one day, huh?
Ha, that's been there since Monday.
They pay these guys more than teachers,
and they come around, what, twice a week?
Thank you, Mrs. Birnbaum.
No, you're kidding, right?
I just dry-cleaned this suit.
( laughing )
Blood type's a perfect match.
We got six more just like it
and enough cotton to make a ball game.
Where did you find it?
Garbage.
What difference does it make?
We had a warrant.
A warrant for her apartment.
Her garbage has constitutional rights?
It's out in the street, it's either the city's or hers.
It's called curtilage.
It might be protected.
I'm not saying it's inadmissible,
but there's always a chance.
God bless America.
It's enough for me.
Both of them?
MAN: When Phillip Woodleigh found out
I was on the board of the Organ Transplant Network,
he came to my office
and promised to make significant contributions to O.T.N.,
if I would prioritize his daughter's case.
And you said?
In 1990,
there were over 100,000 patients on dialysis.
Only 8,800 received kidneys.
Money does not always buy happiness, Mr. Stone.
Some people might disagree.
It certainly shouldn't buy life.
It is imperative
that these people be punished.
Reberty and Hale are being charged.
I don't think you quite understand, Mr. Stone.
We'd like you to set your sights
higher up the food chain.
Woodleigh?
The public must understand that the Organ Transplant Network
is the one true democracy,
one of the few instances where money doesn't talk... at all.
I understand.
Defendants are charged with attempt to commit murder
in the second degree,
assault in the first degree,
conspiracy in the first degree,
and grand larceny.
How do you plead?
Not guilty, Your Honor.
Not guilty.
JUDGE: Applications, Mr. Robinette?
The People are outraged
at the violent nature of the crimes charged, Your Honor,
and feel that heinous behavior of such magnitude
in and of itself demands bail of $750,000.
PATTON: May I remind Mr. Robinette
that it's not the D.A.'S province
to determine punishment prior to trial.
It would strain all credibility
to imagine a man of Dr. Reberty's stature...
Yes, Mr. Patton, I'm sure we would all prefer
to keep our strain to a minimum.
What do you want?
R.O.R., Your Honor.
Defendants are charged
with violent felonies.
Accused, Mr. Robinette.
May I, Your Honor?
It's your right.
I'm sure
that we all have our jobs to do, Your Honor,
but there is a 62-year-old grandmother of six
lying in Gramercy Hospital, who full well expects
to undergo critical renal surgery this afternoon.
And?
And the prosecution's unconscionable demands
would cause her grievous if not irreparable damage.
We're impressed with your love of life, Doctor.
Bail is set at $150,000 each.
The top nurse in the city earns 43,500 a year.
Dr. Reberty could earn that in a week.
Motive is not part of the prima facie case for assault.
The credit card receipts...
Do not establish a material fact.
That's circumstantial evidence where I come from, Mr. Stone.
They'll get me to a jury, and then I'll take my chances.
REBERTY: This is absurd.
Miss Hale is my assistant.
She has access to my cards and authority to use them.
The entire transaction took place over the phone.
Without my client's knowledge.
Are you suggesting
that Miss Hale performed the surgery herself?
Any second-year resident can remove a kidney, Mr. Stone.
The talent lies with those that can put one in.
Miss Hale is a competent nurse.
We've been together for years.
I had intended to let the credit card business go...
but if it's a help to your case, I'll testify against her.
What's it going to take to make you happy, Stone?
The Mets in the Series, peace on Earth,
and Dr. Reberty in Danamorra.
Let's go, James.
MAN: Attempted murder is absurd.
Whoever did this stitched MacDaniels up.
It looks to me like they wanted him to live.
Now, where's the intent?
Correct me if I'm wrong, Miss Hale,
but any first-year surgical resident knows
if you don't tie the renal vein, the patient dies,
so whoever operated on MacDaniel
either didn't know what he was doing or wanted him to die.
I saw him tie... Elaine!
30 more minutes longer on that bench, we'd be discussing
a murder charge, not attempt. ROBINETTE: You should also know
he's offered to testify against you.
Assault one, minimum.
She serves two.
Love isn't blind, it's stupid.
To think I actually believed in him.
Reberty?
What about Woodleigh?
I had no contact with him.
James swore he would keep MacDaniel alive.
He said he could close while I packed the kidney in ice.
We rolled him into the park in a wheelchair.
I saw the bleeding.
He said it was just oozing.
He wanted him to die all along, no loose ends.
I said I wouldn't help unless he kept him alive.
And we would have lived happily ever after.
She's an accomplice, Ben.
Even with her testimony, we need corroboration.
We have the credit receipts.
Unsigned.
She confessed, she cut a deal.
She obviously needed the money more than Reberty.
That's a lot of baggage,
especially when he walks into court
with his awards and testimonials under his arms.
You believe him?
I'm not the jury.
Who do you think is more credible?
Why, him, but that's why we have to discredit him.
Run down his seven deadly sins.
And start with credit reports.
Question the family, the friends, wives.
Ex-wives are always good.
What's the difference between a doctor and God,
Mr. Robinette?
God doesn't think he's a doctor.
Is that why you left him?
I was lonely, not stupid.
Greenwich, Connecticut is easy to get used to.
But you learn to live without.
He left you?
Thanks.
Anyway, it was all for the best.
I hear he sold the place in Greenwich for a song.
What the hell does a rich doctor from Connecticut
know about Arizona anyway?
Arizona?
He put three million into a string of private hospitals.
And he's losing his money?
That, or a kidney doesn't go as far as it used to.
Alimony payments dried up six months ago.
He'd have put his money in S and Ls, had he thought of it.
He's being dunned by every bank from Queens to Albuquerque.
D and B, T.R.W.
He hasn't paid his phone bill
in three months.
Title report on his real property will be in next week,
but it's moot.
Bank already told me
about the foreclose on his East Hampton house.
Reberty had a problem.
Woodleigh had the solution.
And vice versa.
Motive bolsters the circumstantial evidence.
Physical evidence would go a long way.
Call Greevey.
Waste of time.
The owner says they clean everything on the way in
and on the way out.
I read about this guy
who went into a hospital with a broken leg--
came out with meningitis.
You gotta stop reading the obits, Max.
You guys must live exemplary lives.
Seek and ye shall find.
The good doctor
left the proverbial sponge in the patient.
The wheelchair they used to transport the vic--
covered with prints.
Macdaniel, Hale and...
Reberty?
Bingo.
Excellent. Thanks, Max.
Sure.
RES IPSA LOQUITUR: The thing speaks for itself.
He's a doctor.
His prints are probably on a thousand wheelchairs.
Along with MacDaniels' and Hale's?
I doubt it.
You still need
a temporal connection.
For 350 an hour, you can do better than that, Mr. Patton.
All right, I want a deal.
A deal requires mutual consideration, doctor.
You've got nothing that interests me.
Sure, I have.
I've got Woodleigh.
Over and over and over, the same material.
I'm telling you my friend, it's a flyer.
Woodleigh gave Reberty a million dollars
and told him to do
"whatever it takes."
Doesn't mean
that he had the intent to commit assault.
A border cop stops a car
and finds a hundred pounds of marijuana in the trunk.
At trial, the driver testifies that the owner of the car
gave him $100 to drive cross the border,
but warned him not to look inside that trunk.
Guilty or not?
He had no actual knowledge what was in the...
He would have
had he asked the questions.
Willful blindness never cut it in New York.
So we make new law.
So we get dismissed.
Am I missing something here?
Woodleigh instigated a vicious attack.
Phillip Woodleigh happens to be a major political cash cow
in this city.
Good God, Adam.
You're not going to let that affect your judgment are you?
If I thought you had a chance in hell of winning,
I'd hold a press conference right now.
But you can't rewrite the law.
Maybe not, but a personal agenda should not stop me from trying.
My agenda has nothing to do with it.
12 times this year alone,
judges have refused to instruct juries on willful blindness.
13th time could be different.
Yeah. We win at trial, lose on appeal.
Maybe, maybe not.
"The law should be stable but should never stand still."
It's nice you can still quote Holmes.
What does Reberty want?
Drop the murder charge, and he pleads to assault one.
You call Cragen.
I'll call Woodleigh's attorney, Dan Rubell.
He was my editor on the Law Review.
There goes my reunion.
Hey, you know, it's not every day
we get to bust someone on Park and 68th Street.
We're not busting him.
He's surrendering.
Mr. Woodleigh.
I hope this won't take long.
JUDGE: The charges are attempted murder,
assault in the first degree,
conspiracy in the first degree
and grand larceny.
How does the defendant plead?
Not guilty on all charges, Your Honor.
You have a bail recommendation?
350,000, Judge.
So ordered.
Judge, I'd like to request that Mr. Woodleigh
be allowed to remain in the courtroom
while I arrange a transfer money from his bank.
For the record, Your Honor,
The People take exception
to any preferential treatment shown Mr. Woodleigh.
Do The People believe Mr. Woodleigh is a flight risk?
It's almost 4:30. By the time
you're back here,
the defendant will have missed
the prisoners bus for Rikers Island.
Rikers?
Request denied.
It's not like you, Dan, to take personal offense.
We're all lawyers here.
I'm glad you didn't say friends.
Even acquaintances would have had some sort of... dialogue
about something like this.
You make it sound like Phillip got the rubber hose treatment.
What's your problem?
My problem is, I'll have to drive
up to Rikers during rush hour,
and the damn FDR is still under construction.
And then I had to go through security
and those bastards, they love to bust your chops.
The better your suit, the worse you're treated.
You know that, Adam.
This is supposed to be a dialogue.
It sounds more like a diatribe.
The man's a distinguished lecturer at Columbia.
He's endowed scholarships
at three different universities in the city.
He single-handedly created the burn wing at city hospital.
And he's able to leap tall buildings
in a single bound, so what?
Mr. Robinett merely made an observation
as an officer of the court.
The judge concurred, so let's move on, all right?
The idea that Phillip Woodleigh knew anything about an attack
on an innocent victim is ludicrous in the extreme.
What he says he knew and what his actual knowledge was
is something for the court to decide.
You're serious.
You know him, Adam.
The man's 73, for God's sake.
He's taking hydromorphone for his heart.
One of his kidneys is half on the fritz,
and you're threatening to send him to prison?
It's monstrous.
We'll see he gets a cell adjoining Dr. Reberty's.
You'd sure as hell better be right about this.
Mr. Macdaniel, would you describe for the court
how you felt when you regained consciousness
that morning in Central Park.
How I felt?
I felt lousy.
Were you in pain?
They ripped off one of my kidneys.
And when you first learned that's what had happened,
how did you feel?
People talk about feeling violated
when some punk breaks into their apartment
and steals their TV set.
I felt raped.
Would you mind taking off your shirt, Mr. MacDaniel?
Objection, Your Honor.
I feel the jury should be able to see why he felt violated.
Overruled.
Mr. MacDaniel.
One more question.
What do you think would be a satisfactory conclusion
to this case?
Getting my kidney back.
No further questions.
And did you, in exchange
for sentencing down on a lesser charge
agree to testify against Mr. Woodleigh, Doctor?
Yes, I did.
And did you do so without coercion
and with the full intent of telling the truth?
That is correct. Very well.
Now, when you informed Mr. Woodleigh
that the odds of his obtaining
a perfectly matched kidney for his daughter
were extremely long,
what did he say?
He said that he didn't care.
He wanted a kidney whatever the cost.
Whatever the cost.
Yet Dr. Backus just testified
that he informed the Woodleigh family
of the impossibility of buying a kidney.
Legally, that is.
Do you think Mr. Woodleigh fully understood
what he was asking you to do for him?
Objection, Your Honor. Speculation.
Sustained.
Did Mr. Woodleigh ever ask you
what the potential problems might be?
No, he didn't.
His only words were "whatever the cost."
And how much did the kidney cost Mr. Woodleigh?
A little over a million.
STONE: No further questions.
Dr. Reberty, did Mr. Woodleigh ever ask you to go out
and cut open an innocent man?
If you would answer yes or no, please,
Well... no.
Did you ever tell him
you planned to cut open an innocent man?
As I just stated, he told me to do whatever was...
Did you ever tell him, Doctor? Yes or no, please.
No.
Excuse me, Mr. Stone.
I'm Joanna Woodleigh.
Come in, Miss Woodleigh.
Are you aware that my father has established a trust fund
for Mr. MacDaniel and his children?
No.
I didn't think so.
That's the way he works-- quietly,
unselfishly.
If you prosecute him, he'll die.
I know he will.
And for what?
Mr. MacDaniel is going to be a wealthy man.
With only one kidney.
Just like I have, Mr. Stone.
The hope is, we'll both live long and happy lives.
Please believe me, I'm glad you're healthy again.
I know how close to death you were.
But, Miss Woodleigh,
do you really think your father would have acted any differently
if you had needed a heart instead of a kidney?
Whatever part I may have played--
unwittingly played-- in Mr. MacDaniel's pain
will haunt me for the rest of my life.
Unwittingly.
Where did you think the organ
your daughter so desperately needed
came from, Mr. Woodleigh?
I had no idea.
I assumed it was an innocent transaction.
But frankly, given the urgency of the situation,
I really didn't ask.
I mean Gramercy is one of the most reputable hospitals
in the world, so why would I?
No further questions, Your Honor.
You're a businessman, Mr. Woodleigh.
A highly successful businessman.
Well, I've been fortunate, yes.
And, uh, you probably make it your business
to ask pertinent questions before you enter a deal.
Is that true?
Objection, Your Honor.
Mr. Woodleigh's business transactions
are not on trial here.
This goes to intent, Your Honor.
Overruled.
Why didn't you inquire into a transaction
that was costing you a million dollars, Mr. Woodleigh?
Because my daughter's life was at stake.
But still, a million dollars...
Does that really jibe with your characterization
of this deal as an innocent transaction?
Well, I, uh... I don't want to sound immodest,
but there's a term my accountant uses,
it's called "creeping decimalism."
He means by that that once you start adding on zeros,
the sum starts to become unreal.
In other words, you would do anything for your daughter.
Absolutely.
Even something illegal?
Wouldn't any father?
Wouldn't you, Mr. Stone?
I'm not on trial, sir, and I ask the questions here.
Does that "anything" include murder, sir?
No, sir.
Woodleigh knew, Adam.
I know he knew exactly what Reberty was up to,
and I can't move him an inch.
If you do, the jury will feel sorry for him.
Remember his words: Any father would have done the same thing.
If he had a million bucks.
Two million.
What?
Title report
to Dr. Reberty's beach house,
the one First Federal was about to foreclose on.
He managed to sell it for twice the fair market value--
one million bucks.
I thought we were in a recession. Who bought it?
Montauk Investments Limited--
one of Woodleigh's shell corporations.
When?
Papers were filed right after we arrested Reberty.
I'll be damned.
There's only one reason why he paid him another million.
To buy his silence.
But he testified.
He testified, but did he fully testify?
Kind of a stretch, Ben.
I didn't call you in to watch you tap dance.
Dr. Reberty and I need time to go over it.
Consider this an official notification, Doctor:
Our deal is off.
We intend to charge you with attempted murder.
And any leniency you may have hoped for is out the window.
That was very cute--
"A little over a million."
A million over a million, sir.
What did Woodleigh actually say to you
to abide the sins of omission on the stand?
May I say something?
I'd like to propose a new deal.
Oh, really?
You need requisite culpable intent on Woodleigh.
Now you've got it.
REBERTY ( on tape ): We've found the perfect match.
Woodleigh: And?
REBERTY: Well, he's a healthy guy.
I don't think he's going to want to give up one of his kidneys
without a struggle.
WOODLEIGH: You do whatever it takes.
Now, that's what you're getting paid for.
REBERTY: I don't think that you understand, Phillip.
This isn't a question of going up...
WOODLEIGH: No, I understand perfectly well.
Now you kill the son of a bitch if you have to.
Just do it.
( tape recorder clicks )
Dr. Reberty, did you record what the court just heard?
REBERTY: Yes, I did.
Is this the cassette you used?
Yes, it is.
Woodleigh's already filed his notice of appeal.
Thought you'd be interested to know.
We made our point.
Which was?
Money can't buy everything.
Keeps a lot of lawyers busy.
Two million dollars for a kidney...
The last I heard, the whole human body in raw material
isn't worth more than 98 cents.
Good night, gentlemen.
Good night. You never answered Woodleigh's question,
the one we had stricken.
You mean would I have done what Woodleigh did
if it were my daughter? God, I hope not.