03x17 - Conscience

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[Man Narrating] In New
York City's w*r on crime,

the worst criminal offenders are pursued
by the detectives of the Major Case Squad.

These are their stories.

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.

[Anna] 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 m*rder.

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? [Coughing]

[Coughing Stops]

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.

[Camera Shutters Clicking]

These hands. You see?
They're red and irritated.

I'm gonna need a shot of those.

She had just 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.

[Eames] 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.

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... 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 of her 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.

[Deakins] 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.

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.

I... 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. [Chuckles] I, uh...
I make custom cabinets.

What kind of solvent do you use?

Uh, methyl sulfoxide.

I'll remember that.

[Softly] Otherwise
known as D.M.S.O.

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.

[Goren] 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?

[Sighs] 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 dr*gs that k*lled 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 k*ll 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.

[Goren] 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 k*ll 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.

[Eames] 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.

I... 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 m*rder w*apon.

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.

Here you go. 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.

[Clears Throat]

Let me mark that.

Where was it? Uh, at the end.

[Sighs]

I'll just make copies...

and then we'll need
you to initial them.

[Breathes Deeply]

That's not mine. I think this
is yours. It's, uh, plain water.

Mm.

No, that's hers. I
can tell by the taste.

Herbal, salty, right? Mm.

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, I... 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...
[Exhales Deeply]

And I need to get back to work.

Well, I'm sold. He
tried to k*ll his wife.

But Dr. Ford?

Once a m*rder*r,
always a m*rder*r.

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 k*ll 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 m*rder 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? [Sighs]

It was right past the
stone bridge. Right here.

And he insisted
that you park there?

Yeah. He said he just 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. Mm.

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.

[Huffs] 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.

[Exhales Deeply]

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.

[Sighs]

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 k*lled 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.

[Thunder]

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.

[Thunder Continues]

[Goren]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.

[Eames] She's in pain?
[Nurse] She gets muscle cramps.

She lets 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.

The victim visited the
witness a number of times...

in the week
preceding the m*rder.

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... 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?

[Daris] No.

[Goren] Was it your
doctors? [Daris] 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.

[Goren] 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?

[Daris] 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?

[Daris] 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?

[Daris] 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... [Eames] Take it easy.

Laraine, is there a reason why
Mark would want to hurt you?

[Daris] Yes.

Is it because Mark wanted something
from you... uh, maybe money?

- [Daris] Yes.
- What money?

Come on. She just
had a small savings.

All that was promised to
Gary after she was gone.

Laraine, was there
other money? [Daris] Yes.

Money that no one knew that you had,
money that you had hidden somewhere?

[Daris] Yes.

The reason why you hid it, is that because
you weren't supposed to have it? Yes.

Money you stole? [Daris] Yes.

Wait a minute. Now you're
trying to say that she was a thief...

That I tried to k*ll 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?

[Daris] No.

I read it as a "no."

Uh, you were hiking, you got
thirsty. Do you remember that?

[Daris] Yes.

You took some
digitalis. [Daris] 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.
- [Sighs]

Mr. Carver, please,
just one more question.

Laraine,

this is about something that
happened three weeks ago.

Someone k*lled Dr. Ford
using fentanyl and D. M.S. O.

Is there something
that you can tell us...

that would be
relevant to her m*rder?

[Daris] Yes. That
was a definite "yes."

Is it something
that you heard? No.

- Something that you saw?
- [Daris] Yes.

Is it something that someone
brought into the room?

[Daris] No.

Something they took away?

[Daris] Yes.

Was anything stolen from
this room three weeks ago?

[Nurse] I don't think so. [Eames] Maybe
there's something about it in her chart.

This is supposed
to be finished, right?

[Loudly] 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?

[Nurse] 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? [Daris] Yes.

That's it. It's over.

You don't have to answer
their questions, Laraine.

No. You stay away from her. [Carver]
The detectives will finish their questions.

And once your wife
gives her answer, I will

prosecute Dr. Ford's
k*ller 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.

[Sobs]

And the more you
looked into Laraine's eyes,

the more you saw
that she was still there...

[Crying]

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? [Sobbing]

You're not a monster, are
you? No, I'm not a monster.

Oh, God, no. I'm not.
If you'd only known...

what the last six years
would have been like.

Laraine, I have one
more question for you...

No. No, I...

I took the fentanyl,

and I used it to k*ll 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.

[Eames] 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.

[Howling]