- [last lines]
- Jack McCoy: What can I say? Nobody's made of steel. Not even someone with a 160 IQ.
- Serena Southerlyn: Turns out neither are you.
- Jack McCoy: What?
- Serena Southerlyn: It's called compassion, Jack.
- Arthur Branch: Don't make it a habit, my friend. Sometimes the good you do doesn't do you any good.
- Jack McCoy: Four minutes.
- Swift: Always have to play the tough guy, don't you?
- Jack McCoy: Tough has nothing to do with this.
- Swift: You feel for the woman, Jack. It doesn't make you weak.
- Jack McCoy: Three minutes.
- Swift: I could win this case, you know.
- Jack McCoy: Not when the judge instructs the jury on the definition of legal insanity.
- Swift: Ten years is a long time.
- Jack McCoy: She killed a man.
- Swift: A scoundrel. Ten years, or... until a panel of three medical professionals certify she's not a threat to herself or others.
- Jack McCoy: Doctors to be chosen by my office.
- Swift: But in the private psychiatric facility of her choice.
- Jack McCoy: To be approved of by me and located within my jurisdiction. One minute.
- Swift: Done.
- Jack McCoy: I tell the judge.
- Swift: It's not a bad thing, Jack.
- Jack McCoy: What?
- Swift: Having a heart.
- Ed Green: We're really here to talk to Dr. Allison.
- Dr. Matthew Allison: And you got what you came for.
- Ed Green: Uh, Dr. Bethany Allison.
- Dr. Matthew Allison: My wife. We're a two doctor household. It's not that unusual.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: When will your wife be home?
- Dr. Matthew Allison: She won't. Not soon. We're separated.
- Ed Green: Oh. So which one of the two of you invested in the Arizona shopping center that went sour?
- Dr. Matthew Allison: That would be both of us. One thing they don't teach you in medical school is what to do with the money you make.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: What about losing it? Say, half a million dollars worth.
- Dr. Matthew Allison: That, they covered. Lots of Xanax.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: She took the cyanide from the lab, spiked Blake's hot sauce, then dumped it into her garden to protect her fig tree from squirrels.
- Anita Van Buren: And she knew he was gonna use the hot sauce for lunch?
- Ed Green: Her LUDs show that on the day of the murder, she called Gideon's cell phone, and then she called the restaurant to make a reservation.
- Anita Van Buren: Well, if it was all about the money, why did she wait a year to kill him?
- Ed Green: Revenge is a meal best served cold?
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Yeah, especially if you got the hot sauce to cover up the stink.
- Anita Van Buren: Pick her up.
- Dr. Beth Allison: I've got my rounds to do, so this really needs to be quick.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Okay.
- Ed Green: [handcuffing her] Bethany Rose Allison, you're under arrest for the murder of Gideon Blake.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Is that quick enough for you, doc?
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: [looking at a hospital sign that says "Pediatric Oncology"] *There's* two words that should never go together.
- Dr. Emil Skoda: What can I tell you? She's one of the smartest people I've ever examined. Warm, compassionate.
- Serena Southerlyn: [teasing him] You are still married, aren't you, Emil?
- Jack McCoy: As long as you can say she was legally sane, I don't care how warm she is.
- Dr. Emil Skoda: Well, she was sane at the time of the murder.
- Jack McCoy: But?
- Dr. Emil Skoda: She pisses me off. Any rational doctor with her specialty knows the emotional toll it can have. They take measures to protect themselves.
- Serena Southerlyn: You mean like therapy?
- Dr. Emil Skoda: Medical counseling, religious counseling. And not some John Edwards/Dionne Warwick hocus pocus. And then to actually use that as an excuse to commit murder, it's unconscionable.
- Jack McCoy: So you're saying this is an act?
- Dr. Emil Skoda: Yeah. Unfortunately, this woman is smart enough and sympathetic enough to just maybe get away with it.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Welcome to the case of the killer shellfish.
- Assistant M.E. Cantor: One oyster. Dropped like that.
- Ed Green: Since when did we become the food police?
- Assistant M.E. Cantor: Take a smell.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: We know what oysters smell like, Cantor.
- Assistant M.E. Cantor: I mean of him.
- Ed Green: [smelling the body] It's like bitter almonds.
- Assistant M.E. Cantor: Which aren't on the menu.
- Ed Green: That's cyanide, right? This dude's been poisoned?
- Assistant M.E. Cantor: We'll get these to forensics, but the smell test tells me they're clean.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: So he picked a winner on the first try?
- Ed Green: [picking up a bottle of hot sauce] Either that or the poison's in here.
- Uniform Officer Brady: Sorry, detective, but that dining companion you was asking about? She's here. She says she's a doctor.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Tell her she's too late.
- Ed Green: Forensics says the hot sauce had the cyanide, so we contacted the manufacturer in Red River, Louisiana, asked them to recall the batch.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Yeah, all twelve bottles.
- Ed Green: This Dr. Allison says that she's seen him use the bottle a lot in the past, so whoever spiked it did so recently.
- Anita Van Buren: And knew Mr. Blake's eating habits pretty well.
- Ed Green: Blake rips off widows by claiming to contact their dead husbands. He's a con man. Con men piss people off.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: And pissed-off people like to get even.
- Anita Van Buren: Your man still a ghost?
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: If he was still alive, I'd hire him to talk to himself.
- Jason Markus: Oh, yeah, Mapes. Real estate fraud with a capital "F".
- Ed Green: What'd he do?
- Jason Markus: You seen that play "The Producers"?
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Not on what the city pays us.
- Jason Markus: Anyway, it's about these guys that sell 1,000% of a Broadway show. They make a killing unless the play is a hit, in which case they've got to pay back their investors with money they don't have.
- Ed Green: That's what Mapes did with the buildings?
- Jason Markus: Buildings, shopping centers, hotels. All around the country. Always targeting doctors.
- Ed Green: Go where the money is.
- Jason Markus: Well, they got it, but don't understand what to do with it. The only difference between Mapes and the Broadway guys is that his castle crumbled when the real estate market fell.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: And boy did it fall.
- Jason Markus: Like a latka, but Mapes was gone with the wind.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Well, the good news is we found him. The bad news is he's dead.
- Jason Markus: Hey, it's all good news for me. I get to close the book on him.
- Ed Green: We're thinking that one of his unhappy investors put him out of his misery.
- Jason Markus: Sure. I'll get you the files.
- Ed Green: It looks like half the AMA invested. You'd think a brain surgeon would know better.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: I'll see your brain surgeon and raise you two allergists and a pediatrician.
- Ed Green: I got to admit, Mapes must have been good. There's some heavy hitters in here. An oncologist.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: I got a couple of those.
- Ed Green: You got one named Allison?
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: As in Dr. Allison who missed her lunch date with Gideon Blake?
- Ed Green: She invested in a shopping center in Flagstaff, Arizona. Lost half a million dollars.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Now, that could make somebody mad enough to kill.
- Dr. Beth Allison: Does it really take a platoon to search my small apartment?
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Well, it won't take long.
- Dr. Beth Allison: I'm telling you, you're wasting your time.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Oh, I've made a career out of that.
- Ed Green: [searching Dr. Allison's trash] Go on, just dump it.
- Uniform Officer #2: You know, if I called this in on a citizen, it'd be a hundred dollar fine.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Yeah, but then you'd have to go to court, waste the whole day.
- Ed Green: Damn, even her garbage is organized.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: [picking up a trash bag with a dead squirrel inside] Yeah. Unless you're a rodent.
- Ed Green: That's nasty.
- [Lennie moves to tag him with the baggie]
- Ed Green: Stop!
- Dr. Elizabeth Rodgers: Well, from comparative blood tests, chemoanalysis of muscle tissue, and urinalysis, both victims died from the same cause.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Which was?
- Dr. Elizabeth Rodgers: Cyanide poisoning. Potassium cyanide, to be precise.
- Ed Green: I didn't know there were different flavors.
- Dr. Elizabeth Rodgers: Oh, sure. There's hydrogen cyanide, sodium cyanide, potassium cyanide.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: Yeah, we get the picture.
- Dr. Elizabeth Rodgers: The good news is the end came quickly for both Blake and Rocky the squirrel.
- Ed Green: How can you tell?
- Dr. Elizabeth Rodgers: The large blood concentration would cause immediate loss of consciousness, followed quickly by death. If you got to go, it's not a bad way.
- Uniform Officer Brady: His name was Gideon Blake. Business card puts his office out in Brooklyn.
- Ed Green: So, what, did he have a heart attack?
- Uniform Officer Brady: I haven't talked to the M.E. All I know is he had a reservation for two at one o'clock.
- Ed Green: So where's the companion?
- Uniform Officer Brady: A no-show.
- Ed Green: [on the phone at his desk] I'm just trying to find out who paid the real estate taxes. 'Cause I'm a cop, that's why.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: [on his own phone] Just checking? Uh-huh. And you didn't need a Social Security number for that? Yeah, but you didn't check it out? Let me have it. Thank you, too.
- [he hangs up]
- Ed Green: Three years? You're kidding. All right, forget it.
- [he hangs up, too]
- Ed Green: This guy bought this place three years ago, ain't paid a nickel in real estate tax since.
- Det. Lennie Briscoe: One bank account, checking only. And get this: they never even checked to see if his Social Security number was valid.
- Serena Southerlyn: On my last birthday, I got three gift certificates for three different psychic networks.
- Jack McCoy: That doesn't say much for your taste in friends.