"Deputy Chief Brenda johnson." "Where is that?" "What?" "Oh, no." "My ringer wasn't on." "Damn it." "I have a land line, you know." "All right, sergeant Gabriel." "Speak up, please, i can't hear you." "And start with directions." "Thank you." "Where's that?" "Ok." "How do you get there?" "No, no comment." "Excuse me." "Excuse me." "It's Dr. Alan Rainey, director of the research center for the university's neuropsychiatric institute." "Thank you." "He's a real big-time brain." "Now, we got no signs of a break-in, there's no theft." "See, he's still got his wallet on him there." "He's got all sorts of awards, probably headed for a picture in the encyclopedia before 8:00 this morning." "And as far as we can tell... everyone loved the guy." "Well, not everyone." "Why is his mouth lodged open like that?" "Doesn't seem to be any blockage." "Here's what hung him up." "I'm guessing the blood work's gonna match." "I don't think that's what killed him, though." "I have a strong feeling Dr. Rainey spent his last few seconds gasping for air." "Yeah." "Red dots on the eyes." "Petechial hemorrhaging." "He suffocated." "Wife's outside in the hallway demanding to see the body." "Could you, uh, calm her down, please, and find someplace that we can talk?" "Detective Sanchez, put those files back where they belong." "Lieutenant Provenza, can you please explain to me how you happen to be looking through a psychiatrist's appointment book?" "The wind blew it off the desk and momentarily exposed its pages to my photographic memory." "All communications between a psychiatrist and his patient carry the same level of confidentiality as attorney/client privilege." "Now, let's leave the files and the appointment book where it belongs, please, and let's concentrate on what can be removed." "Such as?" "The cushions from the couch." "Have S.I.D. pack them up and take them to Forensics, please." "Thank you." "Yes, madam." "Sergeant Gabriel." "Um, i was just wondering, is there, uh, a reward for reporting a murder?" "Yes." "Thank you so much for serving your community." "I warned him." "But he wanted to do the study." "What study?" "It's a clinical trial for a new antidepressant designed..." "Excuse me." "designed to treat drug addiction in teenagers." "Alan took it up i think in part because i work with these children." "In what capacity?" "I'm a psychiatrist also, working with juvenile offenders." "Kids do crystal or X for a few days, they have a psychotic break and do something violent like this." "I told him to be careful, but he wanted to try to save these children." "I felt selfish interfering." "But i was right." "The university had started up a clinical trial paid for by Curson pharmaceutical." "Enrolled over 2000 addicted teens." "So we have a few suspects." "This new antidepressant's supposed to keep kids from using drugs and relieve their anxiety." "Well, it doesn't seem to be working." "Maybe because only half the kids got the medication." "The rest, a control group, were on placebo." "And we can't go through the doctor's files, chief?" "No." "Not an option." "Well, cause if you ask me, i say the doer's in those records." "I mean, how are we supposed to narrow down the field if..." "Excuse me, lieutenant Flynn." "How's the clinical trial going?" "No news from the drug company." "But we found a civil suit brought against Curson and Dr. Rainey by a Mr. and Mrs. Hammond." "It says their son Cody, 16, died from side effects related to the medication." "But the case was thrown out of court." "Well, that's something." "Look, i know you think this patient/doctor thing is some kind of sacred cow, but it's a crime scene, and i know a judge who understands these things." "He can appoint a special master to look through Rainey's files." "Thanks for your advice, lieutenant Flynn." "What about campus security?" "Did Dr. Rainey file any complaints with them lately?" "He helped evaluate these kids, maybe he had a confrontation with one of them." "Lieutenant Provenza, could you look into that, please?" "And detective Sanchez, will you follow up on their list of no-admits?" "Detective Daniels, i want to know everything i can about the Hammonds and their son." "Lieutenant Flynn, phone dump." "Find out who's been calling him." "Sergeant Gabriel, get to know our widow." "Lieutenant Tao, i want to meet with Dr. Rainey's colleagues on this clinical trial and as soon as possible, please." "Thank you." "If we move today, we can get the special master process rolling." "Look, chief, i'm just trying to avoid creating more tension in the squad than there is already, you know?" "Yeah." "Huh huh." "Look, here's the problem you're dealing with." "Brenda went through an ethics inquiry when she was with the Atlanta P.D." "It's made her a little extra careful about these things, which is not always bad." "Ethics inquiry, huh?" "That doesn't seem right." "She loves the rules." "Well, you know how unfair all that can be." "But, once bitten..." "She didn't respond to your suggestion at all?" "No." "Well, i found out a long time ago, a lot of this can just be in how Deputy Chief Johnson is approached." "Get the special master paperwork started." "I'll talk to her." "And, uh, the business about the ethics inquiry, i'd appreciate it if that stays just between us." "You got it, chief." "Sure." "Thanks." "Uh, normally, when you test a drug like this, you do it in different stages, but, in developing medication for adolescents, which is my specialty, why Dr. Rainey included me in his study," "you conduct all 3 phases at once." "Because the kids are still growing, their bodies change a lot during the course of the trial." "At least, that's the scientific reason." "And how is the study going?" "Well, Alan, uh, Dr. Rainey, and i were disappointed." "For every kid who showed some benefit from the medication, there were reports of sleeplessness or aggression." "And we discovered that if you abruptly withdrew the drug... it caused health risks." "Such as convulsions, coma, and death." "You mean the Cody Hammond lawsuit, right." "That was awful." "After he died, i told Alan we should approach Curson about shutting down the trial, which he did." "They wouldn't even discuss it." "Oh, i'm sorry." "One of the great things about specializing in adolescents is answering text messages all day." "Can i still..." "Oh, yeah, yeah." "Sure." "Fine." "Would it cost a lot of money to shut the study down?" "Uh, well, there'd be a big delay in the approval process." "They'd have to start another trial." "So, yeah, i mean, it could end up costing Curson maybe $100 million." "Sorry." "So what happens to the study now?" "Not sure." "I suggested that it at least be put on hold, but Curson refused." "Do you have any idea who would have done this to Dr. Rainey?" "It seems too over the top, doesn't it, i mean, for it to have been someone from the drug company?" "Doesn't it?" "I don't know." "Oh." "Are we early?" "Listen, i'll be with you guys in a minute." "Sorry, it's my group therapy session." "Oh." "It's part of the study." "Right." "Seeing them together generates a lot of fast data." "You know, my storage system leaves a little something to be desired." "Oh, it looks like mine." "I just moved here and i've got all these boxes and i can't seem to get them unpacked." "Well, sometimes when we make big life changes, we're not ready to make them real." "For whatever reason." "Sorry." "My group showed up and i just slipped into shrink mode." "I bring that out in people." "Um, so, who would i talk to at the drug company to get the ball rolling here?" "I am the co-founder and director of research for Curson." "There is no going over my head!" "There's always your board of directors, Dr. Dawson." "I'd appreciate it if you could lower your voice just a little bit." "Listen, lady, you want to get your name in the papers, great." "Go catch criminals, but leave my company alone." "Got some breaking news." "I think we may have found the chink in our chief's armor-plated wonder bra." " What?" "It's just an expression." " Meaning?" "Meaning that our little miss do-it-by-the-book here came to our department after a major ethics inquiry in Atlanta." "How about that?" "Tao, i'm going to need your help with this." "How?" "While my competitors are busy growing hair and sending blood to your crotch, i have been working to save humanity." "Humanity!" "Look, all i'm asking for you to do is release the names of the young people who.." "Look, i am not going to confuse you with a lot of technical terms like double-blind and objective abstracts." "all you need to know is that giving you these names destroys my study, and then it's going to be another 4 to 5 years before i can bring that medication to market." "Couldn't Dr. Rainey have caused the same delay by publishing the negative results of his research?" "What are you implying?" "I don't want to confuse you with technical terms like suspect and motives." "I'm just going to explain that i'm looking for a bad guy who killed someone, and i'm beginning to think that you'll do." "All right." "Now you listen to me, you little bitch." "If the L.A.P.D. does anything to threaten the viability of these clinical trials, i will see to it personally that you are destroyed." "Is that what you did to Dr. Rainey?" "Here we go." "Atlanta Sun news," ""Captain Brenda Leigh Johnson, currently on leave pending investigation."" "Look at that." "Look at that." ""Alleged sexual misconduct."" "Let me see." ""Matter referred to internal affairs." "Johnson not available for comment."" "Well, it doesn't say what she did." "Oh, come on." "You're not defending her." "What, admit it, guys." "Hasn't she dropped just a couple of notches in your estimation?" "Nah." "She's gone up a couple of notches in my imagination." "So what are we doing?" "The phone dump from Rainey's office showed" "Cody Hammond's parents logged an average of 5 calls a day up until a week ago." "It's got to be about what happened to their son." "Ok." "You set up there?" "Yeah, but i had to make it sound like Cody and Dr. Rainey's deaths were linked somehow." "They're home this afternoon." "Ok." "One thing kind of interesting." "Rainey's last call before he died, to the police for, like, 5 seconds, but the log shows very few calls from the kids." "There were some, though?" "Yeah." "Small list." "Good luck with it." "Campus police gave us the name of a boy Dr. Rainey kicked out of the study." "He was put on the no admit list, but he showed up on the security camera the day of the murder." "Eric Placton." "All right." "Let's get him in here." "See what he has to say." "Sergeant Gabriel, would you come with me, please?" " Brenda." " Yes." "Need a minute." "Gabriel, why don't you go?" "Away." "Curson pharmaceuticals' legal team is coming after us, and i think it's time to get creative." "Lieutenant Flynn reminded me about the possibility of going through Dr. Rainey's files via the special master process." "He's done all the paper work, and i'd like you, at your convenience, to listen to his idea about how this might work." "Well, there's no time like the present." "Lieutenant Flynn, let's talk it through." "There you go." "The approach." "Have a seat." "I should like to state as emphatically as i can how unhappy i am that you went over my head." "This idea of yours is a no-go, because i don't like waiting around for 2 months while a judge determines exactly what a special master can do in this case and then maybe lose the hearing." "However, if we find ourselves reduced to pursuing alternatives of a dubious legal nature or should the sun explode, i promise to reconsider your suggestion." "Meanwhile, i expect you to get the kids from the phone dump into this office for interviews." "Thank you." "Whatever you say, madam." "Sergeant Gabriel." "Yes." "So, uh... can we talk about something here for a second?" "What?" "Uh, well, it's got to do with..." "Ethics and i was just wondering if there was any..." "I know what you're going to say, sergeant Gabriel." "You do?" "Yes, and let's just discuss it and get it out of the way." "Well, i mean, maybe it's none of my business.." "Oh, of course, it's your business." "We work together." "True, but only if you feel like talking about it." "Here's the truth." "In reality, nothing would please me more than to go into Dr. Rainey's office and examine his files, get the names of the teenagers in that study or find proof that Dr. Dawson and his drug company were trying to" "manipulate the data to gain approval for his new medication, but, and here's the problem, and it's not just an issue of ethics." "It's an issue of logic." "If Dr. Rainey's files are so important, that.. what?" "Now then, you're talking about the case?" "What did you think i was talking about?" "Uh, that's it." "I'm following you, if the files are so important, then why are they still in the victim's office?" "I'm sorry." "What are you..." "If Dr. Rainey's files could tell us who murdered him, then why didn't the killer take them?" "That's a very interesting question." "And one we don't have the answer to." "So while lieutenant Flynn gets all bent out of shape with me, i want to find out who's all bent out of shape with Dr. Rainey." "For example... the parents of Cody Hammond." "Right." "They called it complications." "I called it murder." "And i even said it in court." "The judge said i was out of order." "That bastard Rainey turned him into a guinea pig and then let him die." "And did the medication help at all?" "At first we saw some good changes." "We were happy he wasn't on the placebo." "He stopped disappearing on weekends." "It was like we were a family again." "You said Dr. Rainey let him die?" "The medication started to make him sick, and the doctors just took him off the pills." "12 hours later..." "He said he was tired and he said he was dizzy." "Then he started shaking, couldn't stop." "I called an ambulance and while we were waiting for it to get here," "Cody had a seizure." "When the paramedics arrived, my son was lying dead by the dining room table." "But none of that matters, cause you didn't come here to investigate what happened to Cody anyway." "Did you?" "We signed the agreement to give Cody the medication." "We were desperate that he get well." "And we let Dr. Rainey and the drug company kill him." "And they get away with it and just go on with the rest of their lives." "Not Dr. Rainey." "And not Cody." "Lieutenant, what's all this?" "Oh, uh..." "Didn't you hear?" "It's bring a juvenile offender to work day." "Oh, and i left my kids at home." "Miss atlan..." "I mean, Deputy Chief Johnson, decided that before we delve into this whole special master business, she wanted us to interview as many kids from the drug trial as we could put names to." "So instead of going through the victims' files..." "Yeah, we're filling up the joint with teenage junkies." "Well, i'll have another talk with Deputy Chief Johnson." "Uh, no, no." "Thank you, sir." "I'm pursuing a different angle with her, and i'd like the opportunity to give that a shot." "All right." " Let me know if you need me." " Thank you." " Sergeant." " Chief." "She's bringing in Dr. Jerome to observe, so you're almost ready, sir?" "Sir, huh?" "What, you want to borrow money?" "Yeah, look, i brought in all the names from the phone dump, like she asked." "Plus some high school junior Dr. Rainey put on the university no-admit list for dealing pot, Eric Placton." "Mr. Placton was a little more reluctant to stop by." "Put Sanchez through hell." "So..." "You're welcome." "Hey, lieutenant." "It's what she wanted, not me." "Yeah?" "Well, you keep telling yourself that, Gabriel, and maybe it'll begin to sound believable." "Schiller family, please follow me." "Have a seat." "Make yourself comfortable." "Chief called, said we should start the interviews right away." "What happened to you?" "We had a runner." "And i don't run." "It was hard getting her out of the study." "The doctors had to slowly lower her dosage until they felt safe letting her go." "Why'd you drop out?" "Mother wanted me in rehab." "I tested positive for pot!" "So Dr. Rainey kicked you out of the study." "It's a program for drug-abusing kids." "I didn't care." "I was getting the placebo anyway." "You didn't care?" "He had to call security to get you to leave." "He yelled at me, i yelled back." "But you were calling Dr. Rainey almost every day for a while." "Were you mad at him?" "No." "I just wanted back in the drug trial." "So why did you keep coming back on campus?" "Why did you keep calling him?" "Dude, i was selling, ok?" "Rainey put me on a no-admit list." "I wanted off." "I'm a dealer." "He made it hard for me to do business." "Oh, so you had a problem with him?" "I never had a problem with the medicine." "No side effects." "It completely changed my life." "She's stayed drug-free." "We don't see the depression anymore." "She's even started dating again." "I'm not ready to talk about that yet, mother." "You knifed another boy." "I got pissed off at this kid." "I was high." "Somebody must've pulled some strings for this boy, because we weed out kids like him." "I mean, he should never have been in the study at all." "The day Rainey died, campus security caught you on tape." "I sneak in every day." "I go where my customers are." "Dr. Rainey didn't want me to see my boyfriend anymore, either." "What did Dr. Rainey have against your boyfriend?" "When you're that old, you forget, i think, what it's like to be in love." "And the wonderful thing is, if he hadn't put me in the study, i wouldn't even have known how to care about someone else." "This medication changed my life." "So are you going to hold me?" "How's this going to go?" "You never read me my rights." "You don't got crap on drug charges." "Ok." "We'll be back in a minute." "Why don't you just sit here and wait, you little freak." "Dr. Rainey's wife warned her husband about kids like Eric." "Well, Leah Rainey works with juvenile offenders." "I mean, she sees the worst kids in the city." "Lord have mercy." "Dr. Jerome, could you please wait outside for me in the hallway?" "Thank you so much." "There oughta be a law." "You all look like a bunch of dentists in a strip club." "Out!" "Out!" "And if you can't book our little drug dealer on possession, get him out of here." "She's 16 years old!" "Ok, ok." "I'm so ashamed." "Any updates on our ethics inquiry?" "Three georgia newspapers, big fat headlines," ""Sexual misconduct" in bold print, but no specifics." "That sucks." "Here." "I'm gonna shoot this to a buddy of mine at the metro section." "You're e-mailing a reporter?" "Hey, you wanna dig through the dirt, get yourself a worm." "Have a seat." "Fritz!" "Here you go." "It's lovely." "It's a little house-warming present." "Ah, well, see, now i'm embarrassed." "It doesn't go with your boxes." "You forgot, didn't you?" "What?" "We're going to the movies tonight." "Right." "Oh, no." "I, uh, i remembered that." "I just.." "forgot to call and cancel." "You must have a case the F.B.I. can't help you with, huh?" "Oh, you sound mad." "I'm mad a little." "Oh, look, you know..." "This has nothing to do with the fact i just gave you a beautiful, rare, expensive plant, and you forgot i was coming." "You make it sound so awful." "I just like you, Brenda, but i don't want to force things." "I don't want to pressure you." "You know, like.." "i mean, do you ever even go to the movies?" "I don't know." "How long ago was "Fried Green Tomatoes"?" "You see, that's what i mean." "I don't want to put you through something you don't want to do, like dating, so, look, if this is gonna be it, then that's.. that's fine." "It'll be this." "We'll agree to be friends." "Ok?" "Friends." "Ok." "Friends." "This is good." "Excuse me just one minute." "Oh, sergeant Gabriel." "Really?" "When?" "Are you sure that it was Dr. Jerome's office and not Dr. Rainey's?" "Which files did he say were stolen?" "How far away are you?" "Sergeant Gabriel, this is special agent Fritz Howard, F.B.I." "Dave Gabriel." "So, um..." "Sorry, we'll just pick up in a few days, and, um..." "I'll call you." "Ok." "Oh." "Right." "So we're all going now?" "Yes, we're all going." "Well, thank you, chief." "Thank you." "Nice to meet you, sergeant." "Special agent Howard." "Chief." "If i didn't have so much child support to pay, they could screw this overtime bullshit." "I'm not kidding." "The door's clean and the windows haven't been touched." "There's no forcible entry." "The chief wants a complete S.I.D. work-up anyway." "They didn't just make off with the records for the clinical trials." "They also took my book proposal, my laptop..." "Don't touch anything." "Please, doctor." "What happens to the study now?" "Well, Curson has copies of all our work, and now they have real exclusivity on the data." "I mean, unless i could get permission to take Alan's files, they'll just get someone else to write the abstract and make their antidepressant sound like the second coming or something." "Tell me, Miss Johnson, why would one of the kids do this to me?" "I don't know." "I don't..." "I don't know." "Excuse me." "Can i help you, madam?" "Yes." "Has anyone come this way tonight?" "No, madam, not a soul." "Did you do your homework on Dr. Rainey's wife?" "Yes, madam." "We need to talk to her again first thing in the morning." "Hi, Dr. Rainey." "Thank you for seeing me." "I'll try to make this as painless as possible." "I appreciate that." "Thank you." "I just have a couple questions." "Are you familiar with the name Cody Hammond?" "Ordinarily i wouldn't be." "Alan never violated a patient's confidentiality, but there was a lawsuit, so, yes." "And your husband never called the Hammonds when their son died?" "He wanted to." "He was counseled against it by the insurance company." "Malpractice issues." "Nowadays just saying you're sorry for someone's loss can be construed as an admission of guilt." "Right." "I see." "How you holding up?" "You ok?" "Yes." "Thanks for asking." "You mentioned confidentiality and how your husband would never break it, but can you think of any reason he might have?" "A legal reason?" "To the authorities?" "Easily, yes." "For example, working with teenagers, i frequently uncover cases involving sex with a minor or child molestation." "I'm required to report those." "But there are other exceptions, too." "Such as?" "If a patient admits that they are planning to commit a serious felony like murder, privilege goes away." "You call the police." "So say one of the teenagers in the study opened up to your husband about a crime." "How could i access that file?" "Privilege belongs to the patient or in this case, their legal guardians." "Do you even know who these kids are?" "Only a few." "And then there's Curson." "They could help, but they won't." "It's really all a... mess, isn't it?" "Do you mind?" "Are we done?" "This is.. it's been very hard, and, um... i have no one to cover for me here today, so..." "I think we have enough." "Thank you." "Thank you." "Could they have put sexual misconduct in any bigger type?" "The writer says his source is a high-ranking officer close to the chief's office." "Well, you know it wasn't me, because i know the whole thing was bogus." "Ah!" "And who is this weird-looking woman in the photo?" "It's me, Will." "It's me." "Thanks." "Well, it's just a terrible picture." "Look, a lot of people could've leaked that story." "Didn't you tell me that jerk from Curson was threatening you?" "Well, you're questioning their ethics." "Maybe they're returning the favor." "Reporters disguise their sources all the time." "This wouldn't be the first time someone we're investigating fought back by trying to hurt one of our detectives." "Do i look hurt to you, Will?" "No." "If i'm not mistaken, that's your angry face." "Look, the internal affairs investigation of your conduct in Atlanta happened." "It's a fact of life." "And regardless of how wrong the details in this story are, whoever leaked it, sex was at the center of it, as it is with most things." "Sorry to interrupt, but that good-looking girl we had here yesterday," " Gretchen Schiller." " Yes." "She was just rushed to the hospital with convulsions." "Where's sergeant Gabriel?" "As you know, we have an understanding, which is pretty much in your agreement." "Excuse me, Dr. Dawson." "Mr. and Mrs. Schiller, Brenda Leigh Johnson, L.A.P.D." "Can i talk to you for a moment over here, please?" "What the hell are you doing here?" "Priority homicide." "Checking on the health of an important witness in the murder investigation of Dr. Rainey, and if you interfere, i'll take you outside and arrest your ass." "How's that for what we're doing here?" "They... they say her brain isn't working, that she may be in a coma for..." "They said no cortical function." "That's what the doctor said." "Like..." "like she could be brain dead." "And she took her medicine last night." "I saw her." "Right." "But the doctor said they can't find any in her blood work." "Does that make any sense to you?" "It's beginning to, yes." "Mrs. Johnson?" "Yes." "Doctor." "You were right." "The lab missed your compound the first time around because she was taking an inactive form of the antidepressant." "Inactive?" "She was getting the placebo." "No, she wasn't." "No, she was taking the medication, and Dr. Jerome told us that we had to be careful." "We made damn sure she took her medicine because of what happened to that boy." "Tell him." "Tell him we were helping our daughter." "Please." "What happened to Gretchen is not your fault." "Excuse me." "I'll be in touch." "Pardon me." "I never had a problem with the medicine." "No side effects." "It completely changed my life." "She stayed drug-free." "We don't see the depression anymore." "She's even started dating again." "Stop, please." "I'm not ready to talk about..." "Gretchen's mother was right." "She was taking the medication." "Play our little drug dealer's tape, please." "So Dr. Rainey kicked you out of the study." "It's a program for drug-abusing kids." "I didn't care." "I was getting the placebo anyway." "You didn't care?" "Freeze it." "I was concentrating on the wrong person." "Fast forward Gretchen, please." "Stop!" "Play." "Dr. Rainey didn't want me to see my boyfriend anymore, either." "And what did Dr. Rainey have against your boyfriend?" "Stop." "Um, sergeant Gabriel," "I'm going to need Gretchen Schiller's cell phone, please, and i want to see your notes from your interview with Dr. Rainey's wife." "Yes, madam." "Oh, damn it, damn it, damn it, damn it." "So now you think the files are necessary?" "Yes, absolutely." "How long do we need to keep Dr. Rainey's office a crime scene?" "Because it's costing us a fortune." "You can release it now." "Take the uniform off the clock." "But, Brenda, when i do that, we lose the files." "Right." "So you're taking them?" "That would be nuts, Will." "All right, wait." "Do you want to read the files yourself?" "No." "No one can read the files." "So you think those files, which are currently being protected by a police officer, are the key to Dr. Rainey's murder." "So you want the police officer removed so that we will lose control over the files and you will then use the files to make your case?" "Yes, exactly." "And i need an ok from the chief to wear a wire." "Why?" "Because i can't authorize it myself." "You've got one kid in the ground already, another badly hurting." " What about the kids i've helped?" " When are you gonna get it?" " Look, my medication is gonna save lives." " Oh, right, that's..." "Would you doctors just settle down, please?" "The hospital now thinks Gretchen's going to make a full recovery." "She's not talking yet, but eventually we'll find out what happened with her medication, but i am still interested in Dr. Rainey's files." "They're protected." "I know." "Confidentiality, but i can get permission from the patients." "You don't know who they are." "I'm not telling and Jerome here can't." "But he can tell me the names of the parents, and in this case, the patients are minors." "You do that, and i will destroy you at the university, and i am dead serious." "Uh-huh." "Well, i guess it's a good thing i already have tenure then." "Isn't it?" "Look, if these parents find out what happened to Gretchen and Cody," "They're going to pull their kids from the study, and i'm going to have to start all over again." "The study needs to end." "I will sue to keep these files confidential." "If you think what happened in Atlanta got ugly, wait." "Are you sure of my giving you the names of the parents will get you access to Alan's files?" "It's got to, because we're releasing Dr. Rainey's office as a crime scene." "As of tonight, Dr. Rainey's files will be free of police protection." "Dr. Dawson knows that." "Lieutenant Flynn," "Deputy Chief Johnson's authorization for a wire." "And i want it run through the van and our electronics room here." "Yes, sir." "So you'll have to split up the squad." "But you've gotten pretty good at that, haven't you?" "You leak to the press again, i'll have your stripes." "Got it?" "Give her the authorization." "Take the night off." "Let the people here do their job." "We're right outside if you need us." "Your voice is a little loud." "Could you turn it down, please?" "Do you copy that?" "Do you copy that?" "Every fascinating word." "Someone's coming." "Would that happen to be Gretchen Schiller's file, doctor?" "You scared the living daylights out of me." "Uh, yes, yes, it's Gretchen's file." "I thought, when you told me that Dawson could end up with this stuff, i, uh... well, i got worried, now that i don't have any records of my own." "How was your office broken into, doctor, with the policeman down the hall?" "And why would the drug company steal your files, if they're so important and yet kill Dr. Rainey and leave his files untouched?" "Uh, look, look, i think you're getting off on the wrong track here." "Really?" "May i be honest with you?" "Of course." "I think you killed Dr. Rainey yourself." "Because i took this file?" "And because of what's in it." "Because it contains evidence that your friend was about to break doctor/patient privilege as he was legally required to do and report you to the police." "Report me?" "I'm sorry." "I'm not following your train of thought." "My guess is that Dr. Rainey gave you a chance to turn yourself in, and you paid him back by smashing him in the head with a phone and smothering him to death with a cushion from his sofa." "Ok, now you're just sounding hysterical." "Let's look at this logically and calmly, all right?" "If i killed Alan for this file, why wouldn't i have taken it at the time?" "Because you didn't know you needed it." "You didn't know how Dr. Rainey found out you were sexually abusing a minor until you were standing next to me listening to Gretchen Schiller's interview." "Ok, now you're stepping over a big, big line." "I was not having sex with Gretchen Schiller, and she never said that." "You're right." "She didn't." "All she said was that she had a boyfriend Dr. Rainey wouldn't approve of." "But you've got her file right there." "Why don't you open it yourself?" "Read your friend's notes." "I can't do that." "Even to prove my innocence." "It's privileged." "Actually, it's not." "Now that you broke into the office and stole it, that file is evidence in a criminal offense." "I can't open it myself, but a judge can." "Look, even if she did say something like that, she's a delusional girl, a drug addict on serious medication." "This thing is so amazing." "Your entire relationship with Gretchen Schiller memorialized in text messages." "All right." "Um, listen." "What you're reading on that phone, i only responded to her like that because i was deeply, deeply worried about what she might do if i rejected her." "The patients develop crushes on their therapists all the time." "It's called transference." "In this case, it's called murder." "How is it murder?" "You said Gretchen was getting better." "I lied." "She's still in a coma." "And the person with whom you've been exchanging text messages all day, explaining why you accidentally switched out" "Gretchen's medication with a placebo is a 45-year-old chinese-american detective in my office." "So i'll ask you again." "Do you want to read the files out loud?" "When i find someone who's sexually abusing a minor, i usually find it's part of a pattern." "You did say you specialized in adolescents, didn't you, doctor?" "How closely do you study them?" "Do you think if i go looking, i'll find other teenage girls with transference issues?" "That's the psychological term." "In law enforcement, we call it statutory rape!" "All right, all right, i have never raped anyone." "Maybe you prefer to think of it as molesting." "Is that what gets you off, doctor?" "How many little girls are we talking about?" "You know, child molesters..." "It's not molesting!" "They come to me." "That's it." "Let's do it." "I am telling you the complete truth." "And they're not little girls, ok?" "Biologically, they're young women." "And they ask me." "I have never seduced a single one of them!" "They asked me!" "You know, i think we just had a breakthrough." "Unfortunately, that's all the time we have for today." "We'll pick up here again in our next session together." "Ok?" "Get him out of here." "Let's go." "So why don't you just ask me about it?" "I know what you're thinking." "Ok, i did read the article about your ethics investigation." "and you were wondering what all the hoopla was about?" "Well, it's none of my business, really, but, yeah." "Ok." "Here we go." "Spill your guts." "It was my crazy ex-husband..." "Lieutenant, this is making me really uncomfortable." "Buzz, don't make me pull out my gun." "Things were not going well with us and... he thought it couldn't possibly be just him." "I mean, it had to be another guy, so he decided that i was having an affair with a younger officer in my precinct and he reported me to my superiors and, um... it went to internal affairs and i was investigated for sexual misconduct." "Sir, really, this has got to be against the rules." "But it's not against the law." "We've got a permit for this wire." "And?" "Come on." "It was all a big fat lie and the charges were dropped." "That must've been hard." "Yeah, it was hard." "It was hard, yeah, especially since there was a little truth in it, you know, cause i did find him attractive." "See?" "See?" "When will you ever learn to trust me?" "This is about to get really good." "You know, in a kind of animal kind of way." "Why don't we just change the subject?" "Just for a second." "Hello." "Who is this guy?" "Why don't we have pictures?" "Oh, god!" "Oh, god." "Oh, god, oh, god, oh, god." "We're already up to "oh, god"?" "Oh, god, oh, god." "Sorry." "Sorry." "Damn."