08x08 - Fear & Loathing in Palm Beach
Posted: 10/08/23 06:22
Man: So I said to them
seriously, I said, "I think the only thing
"that's going to save your marriage
is if you get separate refrigerators."
Honey, are you okay?
Oh, uh, fine.
Just a little headache.
Excuse me, I'll be right back.
Hey, did I tell you about the couple
who tried to make love while wind-surfing?
Aw, you don't want to know.
So that, that patio furniture is brand new.
When I saw it, I had to get it.
I mean, it just makes
the patio, don't you think?
What are you doing there?
Oh!
Oh!
Allison?
Oh, my god!
Sterling.
Evening.
Think we can guess the
cause of death of this one.
Yup.
Must have been a hell of a fall.
Cassy: Do we have an I.D.?
Allison bloom, former resident.
Any witnesses?
Yeah, in the penthouse.
Apparently she took a dive
in the middle of her own dinner party.
I saw the whole thing.
I mean, we all did.
I don't understand why she would do this.
Mr. Bloom, did you and your wife
argue this evening?
No. No, we had a very good marriage.
She act strange tonight?
You notice anything unusual?
She wasn't feeling well
but she said it was just a headache.
Did she have anything to drink?
Bloom: No, absolutely not.
She was on medication.
Uh...
Allison was being treated by
a psychiatrist for depression.
What was she taking?
The prescription bottle
is in the master bathroom
in the medicine cabinet.
Okay.
I'll get the pills.
I'll just check everything
with the other witnesses
and then we're out of here.
Wish they were all this easy.
I think that's all we need.
Thank you.
It was Allison's.
I'm sergeant St. John.
I understand that you saw
Mrs. Bloom jump off the terrace.
She ran toward the edge.
Dove right over.
Poor Dr. Bloom.
Bloom is a doctor?
He's a psychologist.
A couples' therapist.
He's very prominent.
Well, I think that's all I need.
I have your information.
I need anything further,
we'll get in touch. Thank you.
I'd hate to be in his shoes today.
I'd hate to be in hers.
Great. Yeah. Yup.
Yeah, I'll see you.
I miss you, too.
What?
So, what's her name?
Do I have to give you
every detail of my love life?
Yeah.
Her name is Jennifer Louise coglin.
She's years old.
She's beautiful.
She has raven hair
brown eyes.
Very athletic body.
How long have you been seeing her?
About a week.
Ha.
Details, please.
Well, she's smart.
I mean, this girl's mensa smart.
And funny.
She's funny.
She's got a great sense of humor.
I said raven-haired, right?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, that's dark hair.
Beautiful eyes.
She's gorgeous.
Do I sense a "but" coming?
Not a "but", an "and."
And?
She wants us to go to counseling.
To cut off any potential
problems that we might have
in the relationship.
What relationship?
You've only been going out for a week.
Too soon?
So.
The bloom family is
trying to plan a funeral.
What is the story here?
Short story.
su1c1de.
We're just waiting
for the toxicology scan from Morton.
Good, then don't let me interrupt.
Harry.
Somebody asked me a
question that I, I'd like to ask you.
Who?
A friend.
Close friend?
Stop asking me questions
so I can ask one.
Why so hostile?
That's a question.
Was it a question
or more like an observation?
Have you and frannie
ever been to a therapist?
Why do you ask?
Stop asking me...
Please.
If frannie asked you, would you go?
Did frannie say something to you?
About what?
Did she?
No, she didn't.
It's the dream, isn't it?
What dream?
It was an innocent thing.
All I said was I dreamt I was a woman.
This doesn't mean a thing.
Next time frannie calls, you tell her that.
You dreamt you were a woman.
You mean to sit there and tell me
you never dreamt you were a woman?
Something like that I'd remember.
You, you haven't?
Ever?
No.
It was a... short dream.
Physically, Mrs. Bloom
was a very healthy woman.
No sign of terminal disease
or any chronic health problems at all.
What about the tox scan?
Anything unusual?
Oh, yeah, doxepin.
Oh.
It's a tricyclic antidepressant.
The therapeutic level in the blood
was significantly lower than expected
given the dosage she was prescribed.
What does that mean?
Maybe she stopped taking them.
There's a date here... count the capsules
see if she kept to the prescription dosage.
Dr. Malcolm Finch.
Anything else?
Nothing much.
Just some acetaminophen
taken shortly before death.
So she takes a couple of these pain K*llers
and jumps off a ledge?
She must have had a hell of a headache.
Hey, cass, come over here.
You got to see this.
No.
Not a chance. Thank you.
I didn't know you were
afraid of heights.
It's more like terrified.
Oh, come on.
Come up here.
You've got to lean right against the glass.
Come on.
I'll protect you.
Very nice.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
This way, please.
I take it you're here about
Allison bloom's su1c1de?
Tragic.
And I thought, uh, preventable.
Did she show any signs
of wanting to k*ll herself?
No. And if she had
as her psychiatrist
I would have been obligated
to have her hospitalized.
Oh, Allison did suffer from depression
but by every indication,
we had that under control.
With doxepin?
Yes.
The autopsy found
a lower than expected level in her blood.
Really? Well, sometimes patients
when their medication
has its desired effect
they think they don't need it anymore
so they stop taking it.
Unfortunately, sudden withdrawal
from tricyclic antidepressants
can produce severe side effects.
Like?
Unless you're weaned
off of it very slowly
it can bring on psychotic
depression, hallucination
rampant paranoia and such.
Did you have a clinical
analysis of her depression?
Well, no secret there.
Uh, marital difficulties.
Well, bloom stated that
they had a great marriage.
He did?
This is bloom's book.
Allison gave this to me, asked
me to read chapter seven.
I found it very insightful
as to the root of her
marriage difficulties.
You want to share?
Well, that would only be
professional speculation.
No, I think it better that you,
you draw your own conclusions.
What do you think of Dr. Finch?
Thinking of making an appointment?
Well, if Jennifer likes
him, he might be okay.
Don't tell me you're seriously considering
baring your soul to a total stranger?
Therapists should be
total strangers, cassy.
No, no, I'm not talking about Dr. Finch.
I'm talking about Jennifer.
You hardly know her.
There is no "i" in the word couple.
Ha!
Where did you hear that?
Jennifer said that.
I'm not % sure what it means.
So let me translate.
It means, run away.
What is in that book?
Well, Dr. Bloom claims
that his early childhood years
were an avalanche of authority figures.
Social workers, foster care, parents
a lot of discipline and control.
Another unhappy childhood success story.
Well, he says that his wife
is viewed as an authority figure
and for years she bore the brunt
of his resentment, his mistrust, his anger
until, finally, and I, I
quote from the book
"work and love
helped us over this
hurdle to our happiness."
Huh. I wonder just how
angry he got with her?
What, you think he missed a hurdle?
Well, I think Allison's sister, Helen
might be able tell us
how well he ran the race.
Woman: Okay.
Yeah, light's good.
Hold it, don't move a muscle.
Got it. Okay, show me
something else, cutie.
Got it, okay.
Now, turn to me, hans.
Hans, over here.
Yoo-hoo.
Use the pillars... give me a
little Samson and Delilah thing.
Boy, I hate my job.
All right, the arms on the pillars
and flex for me, sweetie.
All right, and...
Gotcha!
I need you to turn profile for me.
And sideways.
There you go.
All right, now, show
me just a little cheek.
Tom: Cassy?
Huh?
Hey.
What?
Close your mouth.
Okay, hans, let's take a little break.
Well, for a guy who
wrote the book on marriage
he wasn't exactly the poster boy.
What do you mean?
I have never seen anyone so selfish.
I mean, this is a grown man
who literally would throw a temper tantrum
if he didn't get his own way.
She almost left him once.
When was this?
About six months ago.
Well, why did she go back?
Because Gavin showed up and begged her
to give him another chance.
Did Allison ever talk
about committing su1c1de?
No.
But I have to admit
I wasn't surprised when she did.
What surprised me was how she did it.
I mean, Allison never
went out on that terrace.
I mean, she always avoided
open, exposed areas like that.
Then why live in a penthouse?
Because it was Gavin's little trophy.
Prominent psychologist
turned author makes good.
Good for him, maybe.
Not for her.
Bloom said he had a good marriage.
Why did he lie?
Maybe to him it was good.
The guy was raised in foster homes.
% of jumpers are men.
So here's a woman
who's afraid of open spaces
and she decides to jump
instead of o.D. Quietly at home
from dr*gs from her medicine cabinet.
It depends on how far
gone she was at the time.
Oh, stop it.
What?
You do it all the time.
I don't ogle.
Oh, yeah, you do.
You're the king of ogle.
I want to talk to bloom one more time.
Cassy: That's fine.
Cassy.
Yeah?
Men don't like women who are obvious.
Oh, are you the expert?
No, please.
Allow me.
Okay.
Do you come here often?
Yes, sergeant.
Certainly, sergeant.
: will be fine.
I'll see you then.
Bye.
Why don't we sit here?
So, we're planning the funeral for Friday.
I assume that'll give you enough time.
Yes, hopefully.
We understand that you
and your wife had marital difficulties.
She left you for a brief period.
Oh... you've been talking to Helen, I see.
Uh, it's true, we had our problems.
That's what inspired me
to write this particular book.
So your problems were ongoing?
They were
but after Allison left
and went to Helen's, I realized
that I was the one who had to change.
It resolved our problems once and for all.
Why the depression? Why su1c1de?
Everybody brings their own
baggage to a relationship.
The anger was mine
Allison had her own problems.
Don't take my word for it.
Talk to Allison's therapist.
I'm sure he'll verify
that our relationship was solid.
Well, we spoke to Finch.
He sees it differently.
I, I, I, don't understand
what's going on here.
I mean... my wife took her own life.
Why are you asking me all these questions?
I worked hard to make
my relationship, my marriage better.
It is not the reason that
Allison committed su1c1de.
I don't know why her psychiatrist
would say otherwise.
How well do you know Dr. Finch?
I've never met the man.
By reputation only.
Is that all?
For now.
Thank you.
We'll see our way out.
Why do suppose bloom was so certain
that Allison's psychiatrist
would back him up?
Well, maybe she was delaying
until this book thing was over
and increase her settlement in the divorce.
But she doesn't strike
me as a gold digger type.
Morton, Morton, you
got to get some sun, man
you're starting to look
like your customers.
You shouldn't make fun
unless you know how glad you are to see me.
How glad are we?
I just checked out
Allison bloom's prescription.
From the date on the bottle
and the recommended dosage
all the capsules are accounted for.
Ah, there goes that theory.
Hmm, not quite.
Same size capsules, but
inside half of these contain
only one-quarter the
normal level of powder.
Somebody tampered with those?
That would be my guess.
Allison thought that she
was taking her proper dosage
but really wasn't.
Morton: And that would account
for the blood levels that I have.
I'm not ready to sign
off on this as a su1c1de.
Accidental death at best, but...
Tom and cassy: m*rder.
If someone purposely
tampered with her medication.
You got it.
Thanks.
Lipschitz: So what are we looking at here?
It could have been a simple
mistake at the pharmacy.
Allison's sister had a
slightly different take on it.
Yeah, well, women
share differently than men.
Well, you'd know.
It was a dream, Ryan, just a dream.
It's all I'm saying, Harry.
Helen said Allison was acting
strangely for several months.
But, see, during that time
she would have gone through
several prescriptions, right?
And the odds of them all
being incorrect; It's astronomical.
Bloom was a psychologist.
He was familiar with antidepressants.
Kind of a roundabout way to k*ll somebody.
Yeah, it worked, didn't it?
Before you start throwing handcuffs
on husbands
you got to get some actual evidence.
Go ahead, interview the psychiatrist again.
Okay.
What?
Did you change your aftershave?
What? Oh, that.
It's the silliest thing:
I thought I was putting on my Cologne
but by mistake, it was
actually frannie's perfume.
Oh.
You're wearing women's perfume.
It was a mistake.
Yeah.
I'm sure it was, Harold.
Mmm.
What the hell did you tell those people?
What people?
You know damn well "what people."
Nothing they wouldn't have
discovered on their own.
If I had lied it would
have given them reason
to be suspicious.
They are suspicious.
Of me.
Look, you told me that
Allison would behave irrationally
and that I could have her committed.
You didn't say that she would k*ll herself.
I never wanted her to die.
Really, Gavin.
You're the one who sent
her out on the terrace.
I just wanted to...
I didn't think...
No, Gavin, clearly you didn't.
The police know.
They suspect, if that.
As long as they can't link us together
they'll have nothing.
You know, I wish you would tell me
when the story changes
so I don't look like such a fool.
If anything goes wrong I
am not going down alone.
Are you threatening me, Gavin?
No.
Are you still taking your medication?
I'm taking my medication.
The pain isn't going away.
You're a clinical psychologist, Gavin.
You should know never
to make pain your enemy.
Make it your ally.
It will help you to think more clearly.
Allison.
Help me.
Allison.
Hurry.
Please.
Allison.
Missed the view.
Not you?
Hmm, no, I prefer solid earth
beneath my feet.
Oh, acrophobia?
Uh, no, no, it's more like vertigo.
Well, how can I help you?
We believe that Allison's medication
was tampered with.
Really?
Almost half the capsules in the bottle
didn't contain the proper dosage.
Well, I've used that pharmacy for years.
I can't believe
that they could make a mistake like that.
Well, neither could the pharmacist.
He hasn't sold doxepin
in ten-milligram capsules
for several months.
Did Allison
ever express any fears
that her husband might want to k*ll her?
Well, you know I can't discuss that
but the times I saw them together
she didn't seem afraid.
Have you met Dr. Bloom?
Oh, yes.
He stopped by occasionally
to pick Allison up.
I think one time her car was
in for repair...
You talk to him? Of course.
He was very concerned about Allison.
In fact, we talked about
his joining our sessions.
Well, then, he was
familiar with her medication?
Well, actually, he was the one
who suggested we try doxepin
when the other
medications weren't effective.
Thank you, you've been very helpful.
Bloom says he's never met Finch
Finch says that they've
talked several times.
He remembers every
detail of their conversation.
The more we talk to these guys
the more contradictions we encounter.
Well, all the pieces
fit, at least the big ones.
We just don't have any physical evidence
to tie bloom to the crime.
Hmm, my intuition is telling me
that somebody's lying.
Yeah, mine, too. Ryan?
Far be it from me to
discount a woman's intuition.
So what about the ten-milligram capsules?
Somebody had to write the prescription.
Bloom is a psychologist.
They can't write prescriptions.
Cassy: Dr. Finch can.
All psychiatrists
have to be m.D.S first.
He m*rder*d his own patient?
Wouldn't be the first time.
Allison bloom was a deeply unhappy woman.
Anybody got a background on Finch?
Yeah... um... graduated from Annapolis
went to John Hopkins medical school
did his residency at Bethesda
served in the Navy
and then later worked
in the U.S. public health service.
Got a flawless record with
the state medical board...
But there was a lawsuit
filed against him in ' .
For what?
r*pe.
Cassy: The reason we're here
is we're investigating a case
involving Dr. Malcolm Finch.
We understand that you
filed a lawsuit against him.
What happened?
I was suffering from agoraphobia.
Dr. Finch had helped
a lot of people like me
through hypnosis.
And did it work?
Well, it did for him.
While she was under, he r*ped her
right there in his office.
And he had the audacity
to charge us for it.
He tried to convince me
I was just reliving a repressed memory.
But a woman knows
when she's been with a man.
But we've moved on.
Why'd you settle out of court?
Man: We didn't have any choice.
It came down to his word against hers.
Besides, Finch threatened to use the things
he and Mary talked about
in their sessions at the trial.
Including Dr. Malcolm Finch.
Thank you, you've been very helpful.
I hope you guys nail him
for whatever he's done.
If anyone deserves it, it's Finch.
You read this book?
Mary: Are you kidding?
It's practically our Bible.
Dr. Bloom saved our marriage.
His book helped you with your problem?
Not just his book; We were his patients.
We were on shaky ground before the incident
and it only made things worse.
I convinced Russ that we needed therapy.
I was reluctant at first
after what happened to Mary, but...
I have to hand it to Dr. Bloom.
He knows what he's talking about.
Did you discuss the r*pe with Dr. Bloom?
Mary: Of course.
He told us since we were patients
we weren't violating the gag order.
Thanks, again.
So, whom shall I make it out to?
Enid and George.
Enid and George.
Your book helped us so much, Dr. Bloom.
Oh, I am so happy for you, enid.
Thank you for coming.
Thank you.
What?
We need to ask you a few more questions.
Not now.
It'll just take a minute.
Um, I'm going to take a short break here.
We spoke to the berengers.
Should I know them?
They were patients of yours.
Mrs. Berenger was r*ped
by her psychiatrist, Dr. Malcolm Finch.
Oh, I, I, I didn't know.
Well, the berengers say you did.
About the r*pe, yes, but not who did it.
Oh, my god.
If Finch r*ped Allison
that would explain the nightmares.
Oh, I should have seen it.
Nightmares?
Yeah, she would awaken
several times a night, but...
She never talked about it.
Tom: Your wife's prescriptions...
Some of the capsules were tampered with.
How?
That's what we'd like to know.
Wait, wait a minute.
Allison carried her pills around with her.
It could have been anybody who knew her.
It could have been Finch, for god's sakes.
Look, is there anything else?
I mean, are we done?
Thank you, that's it.
Thanks for your cooperation.
No, Jennifer, I think you're
taking this the wrong way.
You see, I don't think we
need to go to counseling
until we have something to counsel about.
No, I am not in denial.
I have nothing to be in denial about.
I...
Look, could you hang on a second, please?
What?
Bloom tried to commit su1c1de.
Let's go.
Um... I'm kind of in the
middle of something.
What?
Uh, Jennifer.
Oh, do you want to break up with her?
I do, I do, but I just...
I want... I want to let her down gently...
Jennifer, hi.
Tom's not really going
for this therapy thing.
Is that a huge issue with you?
It is.
Okay, well, he sure
would like to remain friends
so you should call him sometime.
Bye.
There you go.
That worked.
A little cold.
Oh, look at it this way...
It'll give her something
to talk about in therapy.
Hey.
Hey.
So how is he?
Stable, emergency doctor
said he was hallucinating.
Said he overdosed on
the same antidepressant
that Allison was taking.
How did he get her pills?
He had his own prescription.
Was he trying to k*ll himself?
Was it grief, loneliness?
Horsefeathers.
He did it because we're closing in on him.
Horsefeathers?
It's an expression of my mother's.
Tom: Horsefeathers?
Bloom made half a million last year
from book sales and personal appearances.
So?
So, maybe Allison finally decided
that she wanted a divorce.
A messy, public divorce.
There goes the best seller down the tubes.
Yeah, not to mention his career.
There's one more thing.
I don't know if this is a cop's hunch
or a woman's intuition
but, Harry, I think you ought
to take a look at this thing.
Why are you asking me?
You had to tell her, didn't you?
No, hey, that, that's a phrase.
It's like, like horsefeathers.
She's got a million of them.
Horsefeathers.
So then you didn't...
Oh, Harry, I wouldn't.
Tell me what?
Nothing.
Nothing.
It's nothing.
If it's nothing, drop
it and leave it alone.
Okay? What do you got?
I've got bloom's bank records.
And there's no record
of any payment to Dr. Finch.
Maybe she paid cash.
$ an hour?
Maybe she didn't pay at all.
Yeah, well why would
Finch treat her for free?
Listen, this guy Finch
it says here he finished
his Navy service in
and then he didn't start his stint
at the public health
service hospital until .
Are there three years in
your life you can't account for?
The public health facility
that Finch worked at in Kentucky
is also a research
center funded by the c.I.A.
It was probably research.
No, the c.I.A. Was in
all kinds of experimental stuff
in the ' s.
What if the nightmares were hallucinations?
First Allison, now bloom?
Well, maybe they're tied together.
You find out a person's deepest fear
and then you exploit it with dr*gs.
Yeah.
Hey, Harry, that's a good idea.
You know, sometimes a
person's deepest fears are...
And desires...
Are hidden beneath the surface.
Cassy, go reinterview Allison's sister.
And you...
Go ahead... go surf the net.
There are dozens of
sites dealing with the c.I.A.
Find out if any one of them
has any connection with the research
Finch was doing.
Go ahead.
Allison's nightmares.
You said that she had one
the night she spent with you.
Did she tell you what it was about?
It was the same one she always had
ever since we were kids.
When Allison was six years old
she had this little kitten.
And she carried that kitten
with her wherever she went.
Well, one day, she was
alone with it in the yard
and I was watching from the house.
She was playing with the cat
and it got away from her.
Out of nowhere
this hawk came down and grabbed the kitten
and carried it off
right in front of her eyes.
That's terrible.
Well, you can see why
she doesn't like to be outside.
Her psychiatrist
was supposed to help her with that.
Yeah, big help.
I saw her new kitten on the
terrace the night she died.
Now, it's possible that if Allison
went outside to rescue it...
What kitten?
The little orange one?
Allison didn't own a cat.
Bloom said it was hers.
Well, that's ridiculous.
Ever since the hawk...
She refused to own so much as a goldfish.
A kitten?
That's insane.
Tom: So get this, the stuff that
that c.I.A. Was working on
back in Finch's dark period
was called "fear manipulation."
The psychiatrist would
uncover a person's fear
and then, using various
radical doses of dr*gs
they'd bring on hallucination.
The hawk.
Allison was hallucinating.
But the kitten, that was real enough.
Must have been bloom's contribution.
Well, that was the trigger, I think.
It was the side effect of the dr*gs
that made the nightmare seem real.
Bloom sets the trap, Finch's
dr*gs put her over the edge...
What do you think made
them turn on each other?
Bloom knew about the r*pe.
So he blackmailed Finch
into helping him k*ll Allison.
Finch doesn't want to get caught.
So he makes bloom look guilty as hell.
Tampers with his
prescription, brings on a su1c1de.
These people call themselves doctors.
I think we'd better bring in
Dr. Finch for questioning.
All right, see you.
Yeah.
Are you all right?
No!
Oh...
Oh...
Little girl: Mommy!
No, no.
Mommy!
Woman: Cassandra, open your eyes!
Mommy?
Open your eyes!
Open your eyes, open your eyes...
Mommy!
Eyes open, eyes open.
You made it.
Good luck.
Don't look down.
Mommy!
Eyes open.
Open your eyes.
Don't move!
You shouldn't do that.
You'll lose your grip, and you'll fall.
You know that, don't you?
Try me.
Don't look down.
Next one might hit you.
No nightmares?
Not a one.
Excellent.
Thanks.
Actually, I slept great.
Yeah, like a dog at noon on a hot day.
It's a phrase.
I know.
Hmm...
You sleep well?
No, I did not, thank you.
Jennifer?
Yes.
We spent the night
talking into the wee hours.
Most of which was spent explaining you.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, you're not.
You're right, I'm not.
Dr. Bloom is fully recovered
and he's singing like a bird.
Good work.
Thanks, Harry.
You okay?
Yeah, just a bad night.
Nightmares?
You told her about the dream, didn't you?
I knew you would.
I didn't say a thing.
I'll have you know that last night
I dreamt I was a man again.
No more dreaming about being a woman.
It's over.
You get it?
Wait, wait, wait.
You dreamt that you were a woman?
And if I did?
That is so kinky.
Oh, now we have a whole new level
to share on.
If my love life ever goes
completely in the bucket
I know I've always got you.
No, walk away, both of you.
Get working.
Ooh!
Stop!
I am so glad I didn't tell
them about the dress.
seriously, I said, "I think the only thing
"that's going to save your marriage
is if you get separate refrigerators."
Honey, are you okay?
Oh, uh, fine.
Just a little headache.
Excuse me, I'll be right back.
Hey, did I tell you about the couple
who tried to make love while wind-surfing?
Aw, you don't want to know.
So that, that patio furniture is brand new.
When I saw it, I had to get it.
I mean, it just makes
the patio, don't you think?
What are you doing there?
Oh!
Oh!
Allison?
Oh, my god!
Sterling.
Evening.
Think we can guess the
cause of death of this one.
Yup.
Must have been a hell of a fall.
Cassy: Do we have an I.D.?
Allison bloom, former resident.
Any witnesses?
Yeah, in the penthouse.
Apparently she took a dive
in the middle of her own dinner party.
I saw the whole thing.
I mean, we all did.
I don't understand why she would do this.
Mr. Bloom, did you and your wife
argue this evening?
No. No, we had a very good marriage.
She act strange tonight?
You notice anything unusual?
She wasn't feeling well
but she said it was just a headache.
Did she have anything to drink?
Bloom: No, absolutely not.
She was on medication.
Uh...
Allison was being treated by
a psychiatrist for depression.
What was she taking?
The prescription bottle
is in the master bathroom
in the medicine cabinet.
Okay.
I'll get the pills.
I'll just check everything
with the other witnesses
and then we're out of here.
Wish they were all this easy.
I think that's all we need.
Thank you.
It was Allison's.
I'm sergeant St. John.
I understand that you saw
Mrs. Bloom jump off the terrace.
She ran toward the edge.
Dove right over.
Poor Dr. Bloom.
Bloom is a doctor?
He's a psychologist.
A couples' therapist.
He's very prominent.
Well, I think that's all I need.
I have your information.
I need anything further,
we'll get in touch. Thank you.
I'd hate to be in his shoes today.
I'd hate to be in hers.
Great. Yeah. Yup.
Yeah, I'll see you.
I miss you, too.
What?
So, what's her name?
Do I have to give you
every detail of my love life?
Yeah.
Her name is Jennifer Louise coglin.
She's years old.
She's beautiful.
She has raven hair
brown eyes.
Very athletic body.
How long have you been seeing her?
About a week.
Ha.
Details, please.
Well, she's smart.
I mean, this girl's mensa smart.
And funny.
She's funny.
She's got a great sense of humor.
I said raven-haired, right?
Oh, yeah.
Yeah, that's dark hair.
Beautiful eyes.
She's gorgeous.
Do I sense a "but" coming?
Not a "but", an "and."
And?
She wants us to go to counseling.
To cut off any potential
problems that we might have
in the relationship.
What relationship?
You've only been going out for a week.
Too soon?
So.
The bloom family is
trying to plan a funeral.
What is the story here?
Short story.
su1c1de.
We're just waiting
for the toxicology scan from Morton.
Good, then don't let me interrupt.
Harry.
Somebody asked me a
question that I, I'd like to ask you.
Who?
A friend.
Close friend?
Stop asking me questions
so I can ask one.
Why so hostile?
That's a question.
Was it a question
or more like an observation?
Have you and frannie
ever been to a therapist?
Why do you ask?
Stop asking me...
Please.
If frannie asked you, would you go?
Did frannie say something to you?
About what?
Did she?
No, she didn't.
It's the dream, isn't it?
What dream?
It was an innocent thing.
All I said was I dreamt I was a woman.
This doesn't mean a thing.
Next time frannie calls, you tell her that.
You dreamt you were a woman.
You mean to sit there and tell me
you never dreamt you were a woman?
Something like that I'd remember.
You, you haven't?
Ever?
No.
It was a... short dream.
Physically, Mrs. Bloom
was a very healthy woman.
No sign of terminal disease
or any chronic health problems at all.
What about the tox scan?
Anything unusual?
Oh, yeah, doxepin.
Oh.
It's a tricyclic antidepressant.
The therapeutic level in the blood
was significantly lower than expected
given the dosage she was prescribed.
What does that mean?
Maybe she stopped taking them.
There's a date here... count the capsules
see if she kept to the prescription dosage.
Dr. Malcolm Finch.
Anything else?
Nothing much.
Just some acetaminophen
taken shortly before death.
So she takes a couple of these pain K*llers
and jumps off a ledge?
She must have had a hell of a headache.
Hey, cass, come over here.
You got to see this.
No.
Not a chance. Thank you.
I didn't know you were
afraid of heights.
It's more like terrified.
Oh, come on.
Come up here.
You've got to lean right against the glass.
Come on.
I'll protect you.
Very nice.
Sorry to keep you waiting.
This way, please.
I take it you're here about
Allison bloom's su1c1de?
Tragic.
And I thought, uh, preventable.
Did she show any signs
of wanting to k*ll herself?
No. And if she had
as her psychiatrist
I would have been obligated
to have her hospitalized.
Oh, Allison did suffer from depression
but by every indication,
we had that under control.
With doxepin?
Yes.
The autopsy found
a lower than expected level in her blood.
Really? Well, sometimes patients
when their medication
has its desired effect
they think they don't need it anymore
so they stop taking it.
Unfortunately, sudden withdrawal
from tricyclic antidepressants
can produce severe side effects.
Like?
Unless you're weaned
off of it very slowly
it can bring on psychotic
depression, hallucination
rampant paranoia and such.
Did you have a clinical
analysis of her depression?
Well, no secret there.
Uh, marital difficulties.
Well, bloom stated that
they had a great marriage.
He did?
This is bloom's book.
Allison gave this to me, asked
me to read chapter seven.
I found it very insightful
as to the root of her
marriage difficulties.
You want to share?
Well, that would only be
professional speculation.
No, I think it better that you,
you draw your own conclusions.
What do you think of Dr. Finch?
Thinking of making an appointment?
Well, if Jennifer likes
him, he might be okay.
Don't tell me you're seriously considering
baring your soul to a total stranger?
Therapists should be
total strangers, cassy.
No, no, I'm not talking about Dr. Finch.
I'm talking about Jennifer.
You hardly know her.
There is no "i" in the word couple.
Ha!
Where did you hear that?
Jennifer said that.
I'm not % sure what it means.
So let me translate.
It means, run away.
What is in that book?
Well, Dr. Bloom claims
that his early childhood years
were an avalanche of authority figures.
Social workers, foster care, parents
a lot of discipline and control.
Another unhappy childhood success story.
Well, he says that his wife
is viewed as an authority figure
and for years she bore the brunt
of his resentment, his mistrust, his anger
until, finally, and I, I
quote from the book
"work and love
helped us over this
hurdle to our happiness."
Huh. I wonder just how
angry he got with her?
What, you think he missed a hurdle?
Well, I think Allison's sister, Helen
might be able tell us
how well he ran the race.
Woman: Okay.
Yeah, light's good.
Hold it, don't move a muscle.
Got it. Okay, show me
something else, cutie.
Got it, okay.
Now, turn to me, hans.
Hans, over here.
Yoo-hoo.
Use the pillars... give me a
little Samson and Delilah thing.
Boy, I hate my job.
All right, the arms on the pillars
and flex for me, sweetie.
All right, and...
Gotcha!
I need you to turn profile for me.
And sideways.
There you go.
All right, now, show
me just a little cheek.
Tom: Cassy?
Huh?
Hey.
What?
Close your mouth.
Okay, hans, let's take a little break.
Well, for a guy who
wrote the book on marriage
he wasn't exactly the poster boy.
What do you mean?
I have never seen anyone so selfish.
I mean, this is a grown man
who literally would throw a temper tantrum
if he didn't get his own way.
She almost left him once.
When was this?
About six months ago.
Well, why did she go back?
Because Gavin showed up and begged her
to give him another chance.
Did Allison ever talk
about committing su1c1de?
No.
But I have to admit
I wasn't surprised when she did.
What surprised me was how she did it.
I mean, Allison never
went out on that terrace.
I mean, she always avoided
open, exposed areas like that.
Then why live in a penthouse?
Because it was Gavin's little trophy.
Prominent psychologist
turned author makes good.
Good for him, maybe.
Not for her.
Bloom said he had a good marriage.
Why did he lie?
Maybe to him it was good.
The guy was raised in foster homes.
% of jumpers are men.
So here's a woman
who's afraid of open spaces
and she decides to jump
instead of o.D. Quietly at home
from dr*gs from her medicine cabinet.
It depends on how far
gone she was at the time.
Oh, stop it.
What?
You do it all the time.
I don't ogle.
Oh, yeah, you do.
You're the king of ogle.
I want to talk to bloom one more time.
Cassy: That's fine.
Cassy.
Yeah?
Men don't like women who are obvious.
Oh, are you the expert?
No, please.
Allow me.
Okay.
Do you come here often?
Yes, sergeant.
Certainly, sergeant.
: will be fine.
I'll see you then.
Bye.
Why don't we sit here?
So, we're planning the funeral for Friday.
I assume that'll give you enough time.
Yes, hopefully.
We understand that you
and your wife had marital difficulties.
She left you for a brief period.
Oh... you've been talking to Helen, I see.
Uh, it's true, we had our problems.
That's what inspired me
to write this particular book.
So your problems were ongoing?
They were
but after Allison left
and went to Helen's, I realized
that I was the one who had to change.
It resolved our problems once and for all.
Why the depression? Why su1c1de?
Everybody brings their own
baggage to a relationship.
The anger was mine
Allison had her own problems.
Don't take my word for it.
Talk to Allison's therapist.
I'm sure he'll verify
that our relationship was solid.
Well, we spoke to Finch.
He sees it differently.
I, I, I, don't understand
what's going on here.
I mean... my wife took her own life.
Why are you asking me all these questions?
I worked hard to make
my relationship, my marriage better.
It is not the reason that
Allison committed su1c1de.
I don't know why her psychiatrist
would say otherwise.
How well do you know Dr. Finch?
I've never met the man.
By reputation only.
Is that all?
For now.
Thank you.
We'll see our way out.
Why do suppose bloom was so certain
that Allison's psychiatrist
would back him up?
Well, maybe she was delaying
until this book thing was over
and increase her settlement in the divorce.
But she doesn't strike
me as a gold digger type.
Morton, Morton, you
got to get some sun, man
you're starting to look
like your customers.
You shouldn't make fun
unless you know how glad you are to see me.
How glad are we?
I just checked out
Allison bloom's prescription.
From the date on the bottle
and the recommended dosage
all the capsules are accounted for.
Ah, there goes that theory.
Hmm, not quite.
Same size capsules, but
inside half of these contain
only one-quarter the
normal level of powder.
Somebody tampered with those?
That would be my guess.
Allison thought that she
was taking her proper dosage
but really wasn't.
Morton: And that would account
for the blood levels that I have.
I'm not ready to sign
off on this as a su1c1de.
Accidental death at best, but...
Tom and cassy: m*rder.
If someone purposely
tampered with her medication.
You got it.
Thanks.
Lipschitz: So what are we looking at here?
It could have been a simple
mistake at the pharmacy.
Allison's sister had a
slightly different take on it.
Yeah, well, women
share differently than men.
Well, you'd know.
It was a dream, Ryan, just a dream.
It's all I'm saying, Harry.
Helen said Allison was acting
strangely for several months.
But, see, during that time
she would have gone through
several prescriptions, right?
And the odds of them all
being incorrect; It's astronomical.
Bloom was a psychologist.
He was familiar with antidepressants.
Kind of a roundabout way to k*ll somebody.
Yeah, it worked, didn't it?
Before you start throwing handcuffs
on husbands
you got to get some actual evidence.
Go ahead, interview the psychiatrist again.
Okay.
What?
Did you change your aftershave?
What? Oh, that.
It's the silliest thing:
I thought I was putting on my Cologne
but by mistake, it was
actually frannie's perfume.
Oh.
You're wearing women's perfume.
It was a mistake.
Yeah.
I'm sure it was, Harold.
Mmm.
What the hell did you tell those people?
What people?
You know damn well "what people."
Nothing they wouldn't have
discovered on their own.
If I had lied it would
have given them reason
to be suspicious.
They are suspicious.
Of me.
Look, you told me that
Allison would behave irrationally
and that I could have her committed.
You didn't say that she would k*ll herself.
I never wanted her to die.
Really, Gavin.
You're the one who sent
her out on the terrace.
I just wanted to...
I didn't think...
No, Gavin, clearly you didn't.
The police know.
They suspect, if that.
As long as they can't link us together
they'll have nothing.
You know, I wish you would tell me
when the story changes
so I don't look like such a fool.
If anything goes wrong I
am not going down alone.
Are you threatening me, Gavin?
No.
Are you still taking your medication?
I'm taking my medication.
The pain isn't going away.
You're a clinical psychologist, Gavin.
You should know never
to make pain your enemy.
Make it your ally.
It will help you to think more clearly.
Allison.
Help me.
Allison.
Hurry.
Please.
Allison.
Missed the view.
Not you?
Hmm, no, I prefer solid earth
beneath my feet.
Oh, acrophobia?
Uh, no, no, it's more like vertigo.
Well, how can I help you?
We believe that Allison's medication
was tampered with.
Really?
Almost half the capsules in the bottle
didn't contain the proper dosage.
Well, I've used that pharmacy for years.
I can't believe
that they could make a mistake like that.
Well, neither could the pharmacist.
He hasn't sold doxepin
in ten-milligram capsules
for several months.
Did Allison
ever express any fears
that her husband might want to k*ll her?
Well, you know I can't discuss that
but the times I saw them together
she didn't seem afraid.
Have you met Dr. Bloom?
Oh, yes.
He stopped by occasionally
to pick Allison up.
I think one time her car was
in for repair...
You talk to him? Of course.
He was very concerned about Allison.
In fact, we talked about
his joining our sessions.
Well, then, he was
familiar with her medication?
Well, actually, he was the one
who suggested we try doxepin
when the other
medications weren't effective.
Thank you, you've been very helpful.
Bloom says he's never met Finch
Finch says that they've
talked several times.
He remembers every
detail of their conversation.
The more we talk to these guys
the more contradictions we encounter.
Well, all the pieces
fit, at least the big ones.
We just don't have any physical evidence
to tie bloom to the crime.
Hmm, my intuition is telling me
that somebody's lying.
Yeah, mine, too. Ryan?
Far be it from me to
discount a woman's intuition.
So what about the ten-milligram capsules?
Somebody had to write the prescription.
Bloom is a psychologist.
They can't write prescriptions.
Cassy: Dr. Finch can.
All psychiatrists
have to be m.D.S first.
He m*rder*d his own patient?
Wouldn't be the first time.
Allison bloom was a deeply unhappy woman.
Anybody got a background on Finch?
Yeah... um... graduated from Annapolis
went to John Hopkins medical school
did his residency at Bethesda
served in the Navy
and then later worked
in the U.S. public health service.
Got a flawless record with
the state medical board...
But there was a lawsuit
filed against him in ' .
For what?
r*pe.
Cassy: The reason we're here
is we're investigating a case
involving Dr. Malcolm Finch.
We understand that you
filed a lawsuit against him.
What happened?
I was suffering from agoraphobia.
Dr. Finch had helped
a lot of people like me
through hypnosis.
And did it work?
Well, it did for him.
While she was under, he r*ped her
right there in his office.
And he had the audacity
to charge us for it.
He tried to convince me
I was just reliving a repressed memory.
But a woman knows
when she's been with a man.
But we've moved on.
Why'd you settle out of court?
Man: We didn't have any choice.
It came down to his word against hers.
Besides, Finch threatened to use the things
he and Mary talked about
in their sessions at the trial.
Including Dr. Malcolm Finch.
Thank you, you've been very helpful.
I hope you guys nail him
for whatever he's done.
If anyone deserves it, it's Finch.
You read this book?
Mary: Are you kidding?
It's practically our Bible.
Dr. Bloom saved our marriage.
His book helped you with your problem?
Not just his book; We were his patients.
We were on shaky ground before the incident
and it only made things worse.
I convinced Russ that we needed therapy.
I was reluctant at first
after what happened to Mary, but...
I have to hand it to Dr. Bloom.
He knows what he's talking about.
Did you discuss the r*pe with Dr. Bloom?
Mary: Of course.
He told us since we were patients
we weren't violating the gag order.
Thanks, again.
So, whom shall I make it out to?
Enid and George.
Enid and George.
Your book helped us so much, Dr. Bloom.
Oh, I am so happy for you, enid.
Thank you for coming.
Thank you.
What?
We need to ask you a few more questions.
Not now.
It'll just take a minute.
Um, I'm going to take a short break here.
We spoke to the berengers.
Should I know them?
They were patients of yours.
Mrs. Berenger was r*ped
by her psychiatrist, Dr. Malcolm Finch.
Oh, I, I, I didn't know.
Well, the berengers say you did.
About the r*pe, yes, but not who did it.
Oh, my god.
If Finch r*ped Allison
that would explain the nightmares.
Oh, I should have seen it.
Nightmares?
Yeah, she would awaken
several times a night, but...
She never talked about it.
Tom: Your wife's prescriptions...
Some of the capsules were tampered with.
How?
That's what we'd like to know.
Wait, wait a minute.
Allison carried her pills around with her.
It could have been anybody who knew her.
It could have been Finch, for god's sakes.
Look, is there anything else?
I mean, are we done?
Thank you, that's it.
Thanks for your cooperation.
No, Jennifer, I think you're
taking this the wrong way.
You see, I don't think we
need to go to counseling
until we have something to counsel about.
No, I am not in denial.
I have nothing to be in denial about.
I...
Look, could you hang on a second, please?
What?
Bloom tried to commit su1c1de.
Let's go.
Um... I'm kind of in the
middle of something.
What?
Uh, Jennifer.
Oh, do you want to break up with her?
I do, I do, but I just...
I want... I want to let her down gently...
Jennifer, hi.
Tom's not really going
for this therapy thing.
Is that a huge issue with you?
It is.
Okay, well, he sure
would like to remain friends
so you should call him sometime.
Bye.
There you go.
That worked.
A little cold.
Oh, look at it this way...
It'll give her something
to talk about in therapy.
Hey.
Hey.
So how is he?
Stable, emergency doctor
said he was hallucinating.
Said he overdosed on
the same antidepressant
that Allison was taking.
How did he get her pills?
He had his own prescription.
Was he trying to k*ll himself?
Was it grief, loneliness?
Horsefeathers.
He did it because we're closing in on him.
Horsefeathers?
It's an expression of my mother's.
Tom: Horsefeathers?
Bloom made half a million last year
from book sales and personal appearances.
So?
So, maybe Allison finally decided
that she wanted a divorce.
A messy, public divorce.
There goes the best seller down the tubes.
Yeah, not to mention his career.
There's one more thing.
I don't know if this is a cop's hunch
or a woman's intuition
but, Harry, I think you ought
to take a look at this thing.
Why are you asking me?
You had to tell her, didn't you?
No, hey, that, that's a phrase.
It's like, like horsefeathers.
She's got a million of them.
Horsefeathers.
So then you didn't...
Oh, Harry, I wouldn't.
Tell me what?
Nothing.
Nothing.
It's nothing.
If it's nothing, drop
it and leave it alone.
Okay? What do you got?
I've got bloom's bank records.
And there's no record
of any payment to Dr. Finch.
Maybe she paid cash.
$ an hour?
Maybe she didn't pay at all.
Yeah, well why would
Finch treat her for free?
Listen, this guy Finch
it says here he finished
his Navy service in
and then he didn't start his stint
at the public health
service hospital until .
Are there three years in
your life you can't account for?
The public health facility
that Finch worked at in Kentucky
is also a research
center funded by the c.I.A.
It was probably research.
No, the c.I.A. Was in
all kinds of experimental stuff
in the ' s.
What if the nightmares were hallucinations?
First Allison, now bloom?
Well, maybe they're tied together.
You find out a person's deepest fear
and then you exploit it with dr*gs.
Yeah.
Hey, Harry, that's a good idea.
You know, sometimes a
person's deepest fears are...
And desires...
Are hidden beneath the surface.
Cassy, go reinterview Allison's sister.
And you...
Go ahead... go surf the net.
There are dozens of
sites dealing with the c.I.A.
Find out if any one of them
has any connection with the research
Finch was doing.
Go ahead.
Allison's nightmares.
You said that she had one
the night she spent with you.
Did she tell you what it was about?
It was the same one she always had
ever since we were kids.
When Allison was six years old
she had this little kitten.
And she carried that kitten
with her wherever she went.
Well, one day, she was
alone with it in the yard
and I was watching from the house.
She was playing with the cat
and it got away from her.
Out of nowhere
this hawk came down and grabbed the kitten
and carried it off
right in front of her eyes.
That's terrible.
Well, you can see why
she doesn't like to be outside.
Her psychiatrist
was supposed to help her with that.
Yeah, big help.
I saw her new kitten on the
terrace the night she died.
Now, it's possible that if Allison
went outside to rescue it...
What kitten?
The little orange one?
Allison didn't own a cat.
Bloom said it was hers.
Well, that's ridiculous.
Ever since the hawk...
She refused to own so much as a goldfish.
A kitten?
That's insane.
Tom: So get this, the stuff that
that c.I.A. Was working on
back in Finch's dark period
was called "fear manipulation."
The psychiatrist would
uncover a person's fear
and then, using various
radical doses of dr*gs
they'd bring on hallucination.
The hawk.
Allison was hallucinating.
But the kitten, that was real enough.
Must have been bloom's contribution.
Well, that was the trigger, I think.
It was the side effect of the dr*gs
that made the nightmare seem real.
Bloom sets the trap, Finch's
dr*gs put her over the edge...
What do you think made
them turn on each other?
Bloom knew about the r*pe.
So he blackmailed Finch
into helping him k*ll Allison.
Finch doesn't want to get caught.
So he makes bloom look guilty as hell.
Tampers with his
prescription, brings on a su1c1de.
These people call themselves doctors.
I think we'd better bring in
Dr. Finch for questioning.
All right, see you.
Yeah.
Are you all right?
No!
Oh...
Oh...
Little girl: Mommy!
No, no.
Mommy!
Woman: Cassandra, open your eyes!
Mommy?
Open your eyes!
Open your eyes, open your eyes...
Mommy!
Eyes open, eyes open.
You made it.
Good luck.
Don't look down.
Mommy!
Eyes open.
Open your eyes.
Don't move!
You shouldn't do that.
You'll lose your grip, and you'll fall.
You know that, don't you?
Try me.
Don't look down.
Next one might hit you.
No nightmares?
Not a one.
Excellent.
Thanks.
Actually, I slept great.
Yeah, like a dog at noon on a hot day.
It's a phrase.
I know.
Hmm...
You sleep well?
No, I did not, thank you.
Jennifer?
Yes.
We spent the night
talking into the wee hours.
Most of which was spent explaining you.
Oh, I'm sorry.
No, you're not.
You're right, I'm not.
Dr. Bloom is fully recovered
and he's singing like a bird.
Good work.
Thanks, Harry.
You okay?
Yeah, just a bad night.
Nightmares?
You told her about the dream, didn't you?
I knew you would.
I didn't say a thing.
I'll have you know that last night
I dreamt I was a man again.
No more dreaming about being a woman.
It's over.
You get it?
Wait, wait, wait.
You dreamt that you were a woman?
And if I did?
That is so kinky.
Oh, now we have a whole new level
to share on.
If my love life ever goes
completely in the bucket
I know I've always got you.
No, walk away, both of you.
Get working.
Ooh!
Stop!
I am so glad I didn't tell
them about the dress.