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You can't treat me this way.
I have done everything you've asked.
I told you things I shouldn't have.
I trusted you, Daris.
Anna, please.
Hey, Doc,
everything okay?
It is now.
Going up 15 d.B.'s.
That got his attention.
Thank you, Mr. Ribisi.
You did very well.
They won't stop until they get what they want.
I've scheduled another round of tests for Friday.
Friday?
I'll have to let you know.
Doctor, I can't tell you how much I appreciate your help.
Thanks.
Oh, my God.
Doctor?
Doctor, what is it?
I am not sure I could live with myself.
No matter what, Gary, it's murder.
You call it what you want.
I'm not backing down.
Water's freezing.
That's the way I like it.
The sauna was so what I needed.
I'll be home in a little bit.
Oh, did Cindy talk to you about Steve?
What'd she say?
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Law & Order CI 3x17 Conscience
ORIGINAL AIR DATE ON NBC: 2004/03/28
Dr. Ford was a neurologist. She helped a lot of injured cops.
- We consider her a friend. - Then she's a friend of ours.
You don't think the drowning was accidental?
The regulars say she was a strong swimmer.
Maybe a heart attack?
Not likely.
Not with blood in her sputum.
Was she swimming alone?
As far as anyone can tell.
Excuse me.
These hands. You see?
They're red and irritated.
I'm gonna need a shot of those.
She hadjust come out of the pool and a guy grabbed her arm.
Officer Purcell knew Dr. Ford.
She helped my partner when he was in rehab for a head wound.
This guy hassling her, you ever seen him here before?
No.
She swam the same time every night.
Anyone wanted to find her, it wasn't hard.
Okay. Thanks. If you can stick around, we need a description.
It's like she just went to sleep.
Come on.
And drowned.
Have the lab take a look at these.
Office Of Daris Maclevoy York Hospital Friday, February 27
We were behind in our research, she wanted me to work weekends.
Uh, I wouldn't call it an argument.
The officer who saw it did.
And he's seen plenty.
You're her research associate, right?
That's what it says here...
in your interim report we got from your grant supervisor.
See? Your name's right under Dr. Ford's.
"Coma care outcome analysis."
What is that?
Uh, we were evaluating if coma patients do better in a hospital...
or in a long-term care facility.
Research can't pay very much, can it?
Now, is that why you moonlight at the lab?
I guess the sacrifice is worth it, though... getting your name on a major research paper.
Yes, especially alongside Dr. Ford.
Except we found another report.
This one dated last week.
And your name's been moved to the second page.
What did you do to deserve that?
Nothing. It's a typo.
And what's this? A spelling lesson?
I didn't write that.
"Voodoo doctor." Maybe somebody had a problem with her research.
Did you have a problem with her research there, Daris?
No. No, I just did what Dr. Ford told me.
Uh, it was the hours. That was the only problem, you know?
Well, if you'll excuse me, I, um... I have a job interview.
Cause of death is drowning following loss of consciousness...
from an overdose of the painkiller fentanyl...
100 times more potent than morphine according to the M.E.
The inside ofher swimming gloves had been coated with fentanyl...
dissolved in a gel of dimethyl sulfoxide...
D.M.S. O...
to help the fentanyl get absorbed through the skin faster.
I remember something about D.M.S.O.
In Dr. Ford's files.
So somebody stuffed this gunk into her gloves. She starts swimming.
Twenty minutes later, she passes out.
Where'd she keep her gloves when she wasn't using them?
In her gym bag, in her office or her car.
Places this kid Daris had access to?
Here we go.
A purchase order for D.M.S.O.
Signed by Dr. Ford and dated a month ago.
I don't remember seeing D.M.S.O.
In her research papers or her grant application.
Can you google the medical applications for D.M.S.O.?
"D.M.S. O: A commercial solvent derived from wood."
It's only been approved by the F.D.A. To treat interstitial cystitis.
Bladder infections.
Not exactly Dr. Ford's specialty.
Unless she was using it for unapproved purposes.
Get a search warrant.
See what they were really up to.
Before you walked in, we found brain scans in your files...
dated last month.
The notes say a 46-year-old male, E.V.S.
Now, your grant supervisor told us that stands for "Extreme Vegetative State."
See? There's a "before" scan, and there's an "after" scan.
Before and after what?
A dose of D.M.S.O.?
What'd you do to these people?
It was Anna's pet project.
She believed that a vegetative state was just another form of consciousness.
She wanted to prove these patients were capable of complex brain activities,
even interaction with their environments.
They were given D.M.S. O...
and then they were monitored while they listened to music.
Uh, and the result was?
Subject to interpretation.
Is that why you were demoted...
because of your lack of conviction?
No. I messed up.
There's a right-to-die lawsuit...
the parents of a woman in a permanent vegetative state.
They wanted to take her off life support.
Her husband doesn't.
Anna was going to be an expert witness on his behalf.
Then the parents' lawyers deposed me.
Because they wanted the dirt on Dr. Ford?
Did you tell them about the research with D.M.S.O.?
It slipped out.
They got me all flustered.
Oh, I can't imagine how.
You sure you won't come?
I'm sure.
We might not have a lot of time left to spend with her.
The lawyer said with what happened to that doctor,
things might go faster now.
I guess everything happens for a reason.
No, they don't. We just say that to make ourselves feel better.
Law Offices Of Charles Ergen 533 Fifth Avenue Monday, March 1
Laraine Farrell's been in a vegetative state for six years.
The only reason the husband's opposing us is for sentimental reasons.
He can't let go even though it's the right thing to do.
That's, uh, Daris Macelvoy's deposition; that's Dr. Ford's.
Dr. Ford is a neurologist with a good reputation.
Her testimony would have weight.
You weren't worried.
Mm. For about 30 seconds.
Then Mr. Macelvoy opened his mouth about the unauthorized research.
He said you got him all flustered.
I'm a lawyer. That's what I'm paid to do.
The question to Dr. Ford about her experiments with D.M.S.O.,
she answers, "Neural-stimulation therapy is a legitimate field of research.
Don't call it voodoo medicine.
We're not turning people into zombies."
But I can't see...
where you, uh, called it "voodoo medicine."
- That's because I didn't. - This is edited, right?
Redacted, but everything Dr. Ford and I said is in there.
So someone else was in the room,
someone who called it "voodoo medicine."
And her a "voodoo doctor."
Okay. You don't have subpoenas.
These are private records.
Nice meeting you, Detectives.
My bet? His clients decided to exercise Dr. Ford's right to die.
We only met Dr. Ford a couple of times.
Uh, Mark... that's our, uh... our son-in-law...
he tried to get her to talk us out of the lawsuit.
She told you about her experiments with people in a coma like your daughter?
Uh, no. My daughter is not in a coma.
She's in a permanent vegetative state.
People in a coma, their eyes are closed,
the power's off.
Laraine, the power's on, all the lights are burned out.
People always get it confused.
It must be so exhausting, all the work you do for your daughter...
I mean, right down to the I.V. Needle...
the way it's... it's taped to the arm...
so that the tube doesn't brush against the skin.
Mark did that.
He took a nursing course so that he could be more involved in her care.
Who's this?
That's Gary, our grandson...
Laraine's son by her first marriage.
That picture must be eight years old.
Birthday cake...
says it's his 10th birthday.
That would make him 18 now.
Mm. As of a couple of months ago.
He was with his mother when her heart failed.
The lawsuit...
it was his idea, isn't it?
Uh, look, my wife has to give Laraine her bath now.
L... I'm gonna have to ask you both to leave.
Oh. Sure.
Uh, thank you for letting us, um, talk to you.
By the way, uh, I was noticing the stains on your boots.
That's lacquer, hmm?
Oh, yes. I, uh... I make custom cabinets.
What kind of solvent do you use?
Uh, methyl sulfoxide.
I'll remember that.
Otherwise known as D.M.S.O.
FARRELL IMPORTS WINE WAREHOUSE BROOKLYN, NEW YORK TUESDAY, MARCH 3
Of course I was at Dr. Ford's deposition.
- She was my expert. - Was your stepson there?
Gary? Yes. Why?
We need to verify something he said.
He called Dr. Ford a "voodoo doctor"?
Yeah. He lost his cool.
He's 18 years old. He's an angry kid.
Well, I guess he would be...
having witnessed his mother's heart failure...
feeling helpless.
We were hiking upstate.
I tried to help.
I was a medical corpsman in the Guard.
She had a preexisting heart condition.
She got dehydrated, which caused her heart failure.
Um, I didn't know the area.
I got lost.
Tried my best. I couldn't get her to the hospital in time.
Sounds like Gary should be angry at you.
Oh, he's had his share of that.
Well, your wife's nurses said that he hasn't visited his mother since last summer.
- Did something happen? - He's been studying to be a paramedic.
Maybe he just had too much of the hospital.
And doctors.
Wait a minute.
What do you mean by that?
His anger... maybe he decided to focus it on Dr. Ford.
No, that's... that's not Gary.
He is not a violent kid.
One last thing.
You had an appointment with Dr. Ford last Monday.
Yeah. / It was the last appointment of the night.
Her assistant saw you walk into the garage with her.
You were probably with her when she found her car like this.
What's the first thought that came to your mind when you saw that?
It's my wife's kid, for God's sake.
My grandfather said you might try to talk to me.
On the off chance that you might explain your behavior...
like calling Dr. Ford names.
I don't have to explain myself, okay?
Well, that's not gonna look good on our report.
- I don't care how it looks. - Well, you should.
It looks like you had access to the drugs that killed her.
D.M.S.O. from your grandfather's shop...
and fentanyl from one of your paramedic buddies.
And it looks like you had access to her car
where she kept her swimming gloves.
That's nuts. I didn't kill her.
Well, it's not all that bad, Gary.
The fact that you're here...
learning how to help people, to save them.
On the other hand, he is trying to pull the plug on his own mother.
Well, I'm sure that he has an explanation for that.
Something to do with your stint in the E.R. last summer?
Your first whiff of death... is that what did it?
What'd you learn, Gary... that death is peaceful?
That it's a release?
It's a good alternative to...
six years of suffering and nothingness.
Why not?
I mean, Mom deserves better than lying in a bed,
wearing a diaper and staring at the ceiling.
Yeah, finally...
you could do something for her.
And you weren't about to let that quack doctor stop you.
I didn't kill her.
You failed your mom six years ago.
I didn't fail her. I tried to help her.
I wanted to give her my water when she got thirsty,
but Mark wouldn't let me.
He didn't want two dehydrated people on his hands.
That's what we're talking about, Gary. You were in the way.
No. I even brought her water from a creek,
but Mark said it was polluted.
L... I wanted to help her.
- I tried. - Hold on.
How did your stepdad know that the creek was polluted?
He just said it was.
I was a kid. I believed him.
Your mother didn't have anything to drink?
She finished her sports drink, and then Mark gave her his,
but no matter how much she drank, it wasn't enough.
Gary, I think we're done here.
Thanks.
How did the stepfather know the creek was polluted if he didn't know the area?
He said he didn't know it.
Either he's a psychic for Greenpeace or he's a liar.
Farrell and his family were hiking in Hudson Highlands State Park
when Laraine had her heart failure.
When he was in the National Guard, Farrell was stationed at Fort Hollings,
right next door.
His platoon hiked up in that park every day.
He wouldn't have gotten lost.
Unless he had something else on his mind,
like a wife with heart failure.
A heart failure that he probably caused.
His wife Laraine, she was taking digitalis for a heart arrhythmia.
Uh, dehydration drops the body's potassium level.
According to this, that causes heart palpitations.
To control them,
Laraine would have taken more digitalis.
But dehydration makes the digitalis more toxic,
which led to the heart failure.
So to get the ball rolling, he'd have to make sure his wife got dehydrated.
When he was in the Guard,
he got a commendation for saving two soldiers...
who got dehydrated during a march.
They'd taken a diuretic to lose weight,
an herbal tea called "Cat's Whiskers."
It has a distinctive taste,
that's why he used a sports drink to mask it,
but it has the advantage of being hard to detect in an autopsy.
Well, you've sold me it could've happened...
not that it did.
Well, maybe if we prove he's familiar with the murder weapon.
This seems to be the way I remember the deposition going along.
Except for where Gary called Dr. Ford a voodoo doctor.
We need you to pinpoint where he said that.
Sorry again about the heat. Engineer's been out every day.
He just can't get it right.
Here you go. That's, uh, plain water, straight up.
I got myself some vitamin C and zinc.
I'm, um, fighting a cold.
Oh, it's okay. I'll stick with what I've got.
Diuretics.
I had a baby three months ago. I'm still a little bloated.
I told you to stay away from that stuff.
Ask him.
Your commendation when you were in the Guard...
you saved those guys.
They were drinking diuretics.
Yes, they were.
See? Stick to exercise.
I'm sure it's safe.
Right? You've tried diuretics.
No. No, I haven't.
This is it. This is where...
where Gary had his blowup.
Let me mark that.
Where was it?
Uh, at the end.
I'll just make copies...
and then we'll need you to initial them.
That's not mine. I think this is yours.
It's, uh, plain water.
No, that's hers. I can tell by the taste.
Herbal, salty, right? It's got a funny name. Uh...
- Cat's Whiskers. - Cat's Whiskers.
Okay. Just initial each one next to the notation.
I thought you said you never tried diuretics...
yet you recognized the taste.
No, actually, l... I think I did. The specific taste of Cat's Whiskers.
I tried... I tasted it while I was in the Guard.
I'm... I'm finished...
And I need to get back to work.
Well, I'm sold.
He tried to kill his wife.
But Dr. Ford?
Once a murderer, always a murderer.
At the time of her heart failure, Laraine had a hundred grand in assets.
According to her will,
all of it would have gone to her son, Gary, if she died.
Same with her life insurance.
If her husband had no financial motive to kill her,
did he suddenly take an intense dislike to her?
It's hard to believe,
seeing he's nursed her for the past six years,
and he's fighting to keep her alive.
Why would he murder a doctor he hired to help keep his wife alive?
Dr. Ford performed tests on Laraine Farrell.
Maybe she found trace evidence of what Mark did to her.
If she found it, so can the M.E.
Dr. Ford tested Laraine Farrell's response to sounds, pictures, smells...
but other than a few spikes on a brain scan during a sound test,
there was nothing unusual.
You know, with all due respect to the forest that died for this,
Laraine's medical files are a whole lot of nothing,
forensically speaking.
There's no evidence of foul play, no trace of a diuretic.
All right. Mark Farrell...
told the hospital that Laraine started having convulsions at 5:22 p.m.
What kind of man looks at his watch when his wife's having heart failure?
I mean, one minute, plus or minus...
it's crucial when the heart fails.
Five minutes either way is the difference between life and death.
He was timing himself.
We'd been hiking maybe half an hour...
when Mom started having palpitations.
She took one of her heart pills.
How much later did you turn back? You remember the place on the map?
Right here is the creek I told you about. That's when we turned back.
Your mom was pretty sick by then.
Yes. She was delirious, saying crazy things to Mark.
What was she saying?
"You can't touch it. It's changed."
Stuff like that.
And then?
Uh, you got lost?
We must've wandered around for about...
40 minutes.
Then Mom collapsed.
You must've ended up pretty close to the car.
Do you remember where you parked?
Was it at the head of the trail or at the other end?
Neither.
On the way up,
Mark overshot the exit to the parking lot,
so we just parked by this rest area.
Uh, can you show us on the map?
It was right past the stone bridge. Right here.
And he insisted that you park there?
Yeah. He said hejust wanted to get out and start hiking.
The main parking lot is 10 minutes from the hospital.
The parking lot at the other end of the trail is 30 minutes.
He parks here. He gets to the hospital in time.
Laraine is saved. No brain damage.
He parks here, he gets there too late. She dies.
If he drove around in circles, his kid would notice.
He'd wanna look like he was pedal-to-the-metal the whole way.
He timed it to get to the hospital... in time to save her life,
but not in time to prevent brain damage.
He, for some reason, wanted her to be helpless.
I don't even wanna think what he gets outta that.
Her will says that her assets go to her son.
But as long as she's alive, Mark stays in control of those assets.
A hundred grand... Hardly seems worth the trouble.
Before she met Mark, she was a widow with a small child.
The will is registered in St. Charles Parish in Louisiana.
She was living in New Orleans.
Maybe living well.
What was she doing?
Uh, her social security records say she was making four grand a month...
working for a company called Pontchartrain Industries.
And even those people were stiffing her.
They never paid their share of her payroll tax.
Company probably went out of business.
Oh, not just out of business.
It, uh, imploded.
They swindled their investors, plundered their employee pension fund.
This all happened nine years ago.
Mm. When Laraine was working for them.
Talk to the lawyer who drew up the will.
I'll put in for travel vouchers.
What are you reading to her?
The Little Prince.
She used to read it to her son.
Laraine's parents may be right.
It may be time to let her go.
We'll support whatever you decide.
LAW OFFICE OF BURTON FOCHE NEW ORLEANS, LOUISIANA THURSDAY, MARCH 11
You have to understand Miss Laraine was a single woman.
Just about all the money she had in the world was tied up in Pontchartrain's pension plan.
And this is the pension plan that she found out had been gutted by her boss?
Yes, sir.
She was frightened.
She had her son to care about.
Before the ship went down, she dipped into the company coffers.
What'd she do with the money?
It's in a trust in a private bank.
The bank wires Miss Laraine a preset monthly stipend.
If she dies, the trust goes to her son?
Yes, sir. / And if she's incapable of making any decisions?
Oh, there's no provision for this.
Uh, as long as she's alive, the trust will continue to send the stipend to her...
or to her legal guardian...
$10 million over 15 years.
- Sir? - Excuse me a second.
Mark found out he was married to an embezzler.
He wanted the money for himself.
Yeah, so he put her on ice.
His very own frozen asset.
The trust limits how much money can be withdrawn every year.
Um, which means that Mark has to keep Laraine alive...
until the trust fund pays out the last dime...
six years from now.
He's gotten $5 million so far.
- What's he done with it? - We can't trace it.
There's a record here Laraine changed the password on her trust account a week
before her heart failure.
Sounds like she knew Mark found her account.
Well, on the... on the hiking trip,
Laraine told Mark,
"You can't touch it. It's changed."
She knew what she was doing. She was...
She was telling him that if he killed her,
he couldn't get ahold of the money.
Whatever she knew, it doesn't matter.
It's locked up in her head.
Well, the M.E. Found spikes on a brain scan
that Dr. Ford took of Laraine during a sound test.
Dr. Ford believes that people in Laraine's state...
are capable of interacting with their environment.
Now, maybe Dr. Ford found a way of communicating with Laraine.
She got these results playing Ms. Farrell a tape of her son singing in a school recital.
Laraine recognized his voice.
Anna thought so.
Anna would ask Ms. Farrell if the voice belonged to her son...
and Ms. Farrell would answer by looking at one of these two cards.
Six out of 10 times,
she looked at the "Yes"card.
To me, that's not conclusive.
But to Dr. Ford?
She thought it was promising.
Anna wanted to show the results to Ms. Farrell's parents.
But she didn't. The husband objected.
Yes. He wanted to be sure.
He gave permission for more tests, but only if they were done in his presence.
How did those tests go?
The first session, the results were the same...
inconclusive.
The second session?
There never was a second session.
Mr. Farrell kept canceling it.
Maybe he didn't think the results were all that inconclusive.
It is really coming down.
It's gonna be a wet one tomorrow.
What is he doing here?
Now, Mark has something to tell you.
Gary, I'm not fighting the lawsuit anymore.
I've already told my lawyer.
Some people leave their vegetative state, don't they?
It happens, but the odds are overwhelmingly against it.
Excuse me.
It is like she's watching us.
If Mark convinced himself that Dr. Ford was getting through,
Laraine started telling her what she knew...
He'd pull the plug on the doctor.
Um, excuse me. What is that?
It's an analgesic patch.
It releases the painkiller through the skin over a period of 48 hours.
- She's in pain? - She gets muscle cramps.
She let's us know. She starts groaning. That's when we use the patch.
Excuse me.
That painkiller fentanyl?
Yes.
Can I see that?
If someone got the full dose within a half hour, what would happen?
They'd lose consciousness.
Could you check Laraine's chart,
see if she was wearing a patch three weeks ago?
Yes, she was.
In fact, we had to use a second patch. She wasn't responding to the first.
Okay, Laraine.
We need to talk to Carver.
CHAMBERS OF JUDGE GILCREST TUESDAY, MARCH 16
The victim visited the witness a number of times... in the week preceding the murder.
Whatever communication transpired might be material to the case.
Communication? His so-called witness is in a permanent vegetative state.
I have to say, Mr. Carver, it sounds farfetched.
Your Honor,
the court has accepted testimony from minor children,
the mentally handicapped...
people who at one time were deemed incapable of offering reliable testimony.
Your Honor,
last time we spoke to Mr. Ergen...
he was representing Ms. Farrell's parents.
He was trying to terminate her life.
I still represent her parents and her husband.
They now agree terminating her life with dignity is what she would have wanted.
Maybe.
But not before she has her say.
Your Honor, at least let us make the attempt to interview her.
The court can always rule on admissibility later.
I look forward to it, Mr. Carver.
Motion granted.
This is like the exercises you did with Dr. Ford.
These people are gonna ask you questions.
You just answer them by looking at the cards.
Good morning, Laraine. I'm Detective Eames, and this is Detective Goren.
For the record, we have to tell you this is for an investigation into the death of Dr. Ford.
Do... Do you, um...
Do you understand that, Laraine?
I don't know what she's saying. Yes or no?
- Couldn't tell. - Oh. I'm sorry.
Nothing registered here.
This is a lot of bull. My mother doesn't need this.
That got a spike.
What?
She responded to your voice.
It's the same response that Dr. Ford got...
when she played your mother a tape of you singing as a kid.
Now, Dr. Ford said that even pets can recognize voices,
and that it doesn't mean anything.
So why are you lowering your voice now?
Are you afraid that she's gonna hear you, that she might be hurt by you?
Detective, let's get on with it.
Uh, Laraine, when Dr. Ford asked you questions, did you answer her?
Yes. That was a 'yes."
I don't know how you can tell.
Her eyes are roaming all over the place.
Laraine, we noticed that Dr. Ford stopped the tests.
Uh, did she tell you why?
Yes. / Was it because she wanted them to stop?
- No. - Was it your doctors?
- No. - Was it your husband?
Uh, I'm not sure.
Well, it looked like a "yes" to me.
Uh, did you stop the tests?
No. No, I just told Dr. Ford that I wanted to be there when she did them.
I was very busy though.
Laraine, is... is that true? Was Mark too busy?
She looked left.
That was a "no."
Is there another reason why Mark wouldn't want the tests to continue?
Yes.
Is it because there was something that he didn't want you to tell Dr. Ford?
Yes. / Oh, come on. She's looking at both cards.
Mark, be quiet.
Is it because Mark did something to you to hurt you?
Yes.
Was it your heart failure?
Was Mark the cause of it?
Yes.
Of course she'd say that.
I was the one that organized the hike.
Laraine, is that what you mean?
No.
Did he give you something to drink or to eat to poison you?
She moved her eyes. What'd she say?
I'm not sure. It was ambiguous.
It was ambiguous. It's all meaningless.
Mark, if you don't shut up...
Take it easy.
Laraine, is there a reason why Mark would want to hurt you?
Yes. / Is it because Mark wanted something from you...
uh, maybe money?
- Yes. - What money?
Come on. Shejust had a small savings.
All that was promised to Gary after she was gone.
- Laraine, was there other money? - Yes.
Money that no one knew that you had, money that you had hidden somewhere?
Yes. / The reason why you hid it, is that because you weren't supposed to have it?
- Yes. - Money you stole?
Yes. / Wait a minute. Now you're trying to say that she was a thief...
that I tried to kill her and that she's a thief.
I want this crap stopped now!
They have a judge's order.
I wanna talk to you about the day that your heart failed.
You were hiking.
Do you remember that?
No.
I read it as a "no."
Uh, you were hiking, you got thirsty.
Do you remember that?
- Yes. - You took some digitalis.
No.
What? / He's right. She looked at the "no" card.
She took digitalis. It's a fact.
Now, what did I say? This is all nonsense.
Mr. Carver. / Detectives, I don't see any point in continuing.
Well, her heart failure may have affected her memory of that day.
Then anything she had to say about it is suspect.
We're done, Detective.
It's all over.
Mr. Carver, please, just one more question.
Laraine,
this is about something that happened three weeks ago.
Someone killed Dr. Ford using fentanyl and D.M.S.O.
Is there something that you can tell us...
that would be relevant to her murder?
Yes. That was a definite 'yes."
- Is it something that you heard? - No.
Something that you saw?
Yes.
Is it something that someone brought into the room?
- No. - Something they took away?
Yes.
Was anything stolen from this room three weeks ago?
I don't think so. Maybe there's something about it in her chart.
This is supposed to be finished, right?
You said that we were done.
Apparently I was wrong.
The only problem that I see is with the medication.
She wasn't getting enough.
That got a big spike.
What kind of painkillers were you giving her?
Fentanyl in dermal patches.
Someone steal one of your fentanyl patches, Laraine?
Yes. / Someone squeeze the fentanyl from the patch?
Yes.
Did you see who did this?
Yes.
That's it. It's over.
You don't have to answer their questions, Laraine.
No. You stay away from her.
The detectives will finish their questions.
And once your wife gives her answer, I will prosecute Dr. Ford's killer to the full extent.
There will be no plea bargains. Do you understand?
I will give you this one chance to tell the truth...
or we'll get it from your wife.
What do you think she's gonna do, Mark?
What do you think she's been waiting to do for six years?
See, you never thought she would have the chance.
Then Dr. Ford showed you her response to her son's voice.
And the more you looked into Laraine's eyes,
the more you saw that she was still there...
Waiting to tell the story of what you did to her,
waiting for Dr. Ford to find the right questions.
I'd think you'd wanna come clean, Mark.
Most criminals, yeah, they get away with what they do.
You know, they leave town,
they bury the body.
But not you. You've been tethered to Laraine for six years.
You've been going through the motions of taking care of her.
Only a monster could do that and sleep at night.
You a monster?
You're not a monster, are you?
No, I'm not a monster.
Oh, God, no.
- If you'd only known... - I'm not.
what the last six years would have been like.
Laraine, I have one more question for you...
No. No, l...
I took the fentanyl,
and I used it to kill Dr. Ford.
I was so afraid that you were gonna tell her everything.
Please, Laraine.
Please, forgive me.
Forgive me for what I did to you.
Oh, God. Please, Laraine!
Just look at the cards and just say you'll forgive me!
I need to know you forgave me.
You're under arrest, Mr. Farrell.
Just look at the cards.
I need you to forgive me, Laraine.
I need you to forgive me, Laraine!
Please forgive me, Laraine!
Good job. Thanks.
My mother wasn't really answering the questions, was she?
No, not our questions.
I'm sorry.
No, no. We understand.
Uh, thank you.
It's remarkable. Farrell convinced himself his wife could actually incriminate him.
Well, never underestimate the power of a guilty conscience.
Everything okay?
I wonder. I really wonder.
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