In the staff lounge, Paula shifted uncomfortably while Scotty shook his head.

"We got a bit of a problem, Paula." He said. "Now you made Dr. Madsen out to be this great guy, but now we're hearing that he might have had a few people pissed off at him. That's why he moved down here to begin with. We're also hearing he might've been up to something illegal to try and keep the clinic from going under."

Paula shook his head. "I don't know what you're talking about."

"We talked to his wife." Kat said. "We know he prescribed that drug that caused those birth defects. Plus we know he was doing something to get more money for the clinic, something he felt like he shouldn't be doing."

"Thalidomide wasn't illegal. People didn't know what it did back then."

"Well I'm sure that's real comforting to the parents of those babies." Scotty said. "One aof them might've even worked up the nerve to follow him down here and get a little payback."

"Is that what you think happened?" Paula asked nervously.

"We don't know." Kat said. "We can't be sure of anything until we know what he was into. Now I know you don't want to speak ill of the dead, but if you want to help us find out who killed him, we need to know if there's anything else you left out. "

Paula lowered her head. "Dr. Madsen was a good man... but he wasn't a perfect man. Neither of them were . . . "

("A Hazy Shade of Winter" - Simon & Garfunkel)

Germantown was a middle-class neighborhood, so cars like the red corvette that just pulled up weren't a common sight. Paula was even more surprised when she saw Dr. Matthew Swain step out, a grin on his face as he looked over the car.

As Matthew sauntered in, Jim stepped out of his office, eyeing the car with surprise. "When did you get that?" He asked.

Matthew chuckled. "You like it? I passed by the dealership yesterday. I saw her in a showroom window and it was love at first sight."

Jim took him by the arm and led him toward his office. "No, I mean how the hell can you afford something like that?"

Matthew leaned in closer. "All right, I guess he wanted to tell you about it eventually. A few weeks back, I met a man named Roger Dillon. He works for Marshall-Weller."

"The pharmaceutical company?"

"They're offering a sizeable reward to doctors who help them out with something."

Jim's eyes narrowed. "Help them out how?"

"Why don't I set up a meeting with you and Mr. Dillon? He can explain it to you in person."

"No, no. Whatever you're doing, I don't want any part of it."

"Hey, look, this is perfectly safe. We're helping a lot of people. And besides which, what they're offering is nothing to sneeze at. We're talking a few thousand a week here. That's more than enough to save the clinic." Matthew put a hand on Jim's arm. "Enough to help your family. Jim, I know you've been having a rough time lately. This could go a long way towards helping things."

Jim shifted uncomfortably.

"Think about your daughter, Jim." Matthew continued. "You have a chance here to make sure she's taken care of."

Jim looked down at the smiling face of his daughter in a picture, then up at Matthew.

From the doorway where she'd been listening, Paula lowered her head and sighed. However, she did so a bit louder than she meant and both men turned to look at her. Jim saw her disapproving stare and a look of shame suddenly passed over his face while Matthew simply glared at her and walked towards the door.

"It's not polite to eavesdrop." Matthew growled to her as he closed the door.

"So Dr. Swain was involved with something illegal for that pharmaceutical company?" Scotty asked.

"And he was trying to get Dr. Madsen on board too?" Kat added.

Paula nodded. "Dr. Swain's first concern was always Dr. Swain. Him doing something like that didn't surprise me, but Dr. Madsen knew better. I expected more from him. I could see it was bothering him, though." She continued. "I only hope he came to his senses."

"Marshall-Weller went bankrupt in the eighties." Jeffries said as he and Scotty followed Stillman through the lobby. "That means no records and I doubt if anyone from the company's gonna be in a hurry to go into detail on what they were up to back then."

"Especially if Jim backed out of the deal and someone from the company decided to take him out to make sure he kept quiet." Scotty added.

Stillman nodded. "In that case, we'd better talk to the only other person in the room. Get Dr. Swain in here."

Matthew looked up at Lilly and Scotty as they circled around him in the interview room.

"Does the name Roger Dillon ring a bell?" Lilly asked. She saw the answer in his eyes but continued anyway. "Remember him? The guy from Marshall-Weller you were doing business with? The one you set Jim up with?"

Matthew swallowed. "Look, I'm not proud of the kind of doctor I was back then, or the kind of man I was."

"Look, doc, we're not lookin' to get you in trouble for being in a drug company's pocket forty years ago." Scotty said. "But we need to know what you got Jim into."

Matthew sighed. "The day before I left for New York, Jim found about what I was doing, and I convinced him to meet Dillon later that night. I told him it was to save the clinic and provide for his family. He had doubts but I pushed him forward..."

("Paint It Black" - The Rolling Stones)

The clinic was dark and empty, with Jim's office being the only room lit.

Roger Dillon, a well-dressed, thin, balding man in his early forties, took another puff from his cigarette as he handed Jim another report.

"As you can see from these results, the preliminary test results have been very encouraging and, in many cases, have even exceeded expectation, that's partly why we're so eager to bring them before the FDA."

Jim didn't smile. "And just how many preliminary tests have you run?"

Matthew quickly stepped in, giving Jim a hard look before turning to Dillon. "I uhhhh... I think what Jim's asking is what exactly will you be expecting of him for this to work."

Dillon nodded. "Yes, anyway, as I mentioned earlier these drugs are intended to supplement and, in some cases, replace existing ones on the market. Now we're trying to bring this before the FDA but their current standards for testing is ridiculously excessive and means these drugs won't be made available to the public for months, perhaps a year or longer. We're trying to give them a decent measure of test results so they can approve the drugs. That's where doctors like the two of you come in."

Matthew smiled, having heard this before, while Dillon continued. "It's very simple, and very safe. No one's asking you to give medication to people who don't need it. You'll simply prescribe or administer the new drugs in place of equivalent ones on the market. You'll record patients responses to the drugs in detail and submit them to us. In exchange, you'll receive a compensation of three thousand dollars weekly."

Jim suddenly looked very lost and tired. "Right."

Matthew put a reassuring hand on Jim's shoulder. "That's money that can take care of your little girl. Remember that."

Jim glanced impatiently at Matthew before turning back to Dillon. "Listen, I'm gonna need some time to think about this. Can I get back to you with my answer?"

"Of course." Dillon said, smiling as he brought the cigarette back up to his mouth. The man's efforts to be polite and friendly only seemed to put Jim less at ease. "You have my number on the card. Once you have a decision, give me a call."

Dillon shook both their hands and walked out. While Matthew was smiling broadly, Jim was looking at the hand that had shook Dillon's, as if it was dirty with something he couldn't quite see.

Matthew gave Jim a pat on the arm. "Cheer up, Jim. You just saved the clinic and secured your little girl's future."

Jim looked back at Matthew, a weary look on his face, and said nothing.

"So Dillon had the two of you giving untested medication to patients without them knowing about it." Lilly said.

Matthew nodded solemnly. "Like I said, I'm not proud of a lot of the things I did back then."

"You still in touch with him?" Scotty asked.

Matthew shook his head. "He died nine years ago. Two packs a day for forty years, I'm surprised he lived that long."

"But at some point Jim decided he couldn't go through with it." Lilly said. "Do you think Dillon might not have taken no for an answer?"

"I don't know." Matthew said, looking troubled. "The man was corrupt, but he never struck me as dangerous. If he was, I suppose I'm lucky something didn't happen to me as well."

The two detectives looked at the older man. "Why is that?" asked Scotty.

"When I got back from New York and found out what happened, I felt ashamed. Jim was murdered while I was sleeping comfortably in a hotel bedroom. It took Jim's death, but I finally decided to be the kind of doctor I should've been. I broke off my arrangement with Marshall-Weller, I stopped putting money before my patients, and I spent the rest of my career trying to atone for my mistakes; to be the kind of doctor Jim was."

Before either detective could say another word, there was a knock at the door, and Kat popped her head in.

"Vera found something." She said quietly. "You guys are gonna want to see this."

"What's up?" Scotty asked as he, Lilly and Kat approached Vera's desk, Stillman and Jeffries already there.

Vera nodded. "I was looking through these old patient records, starting to wonder if it was waste of time since this Marshall-Weller deal turned up, when I noticed a name I've heard before." Vera handed one of the records to Stillman.

"Miles Chapman." Stillman read.

"The guy who runs the AA meetings where Sylvia Madsen goes?" Jeffries asked.

"He and his wife were patients of Jim's up in Toronto in the late fifties, early sixties. And that's not all. The Chapmans had a baby born in January of '61, born with severe birth defects. Only lived a few months."

"Because Jim prescribed thalidomide." Kat said, shaking her head.

"The Chapmans move down here to Philly three years later." Vera continued. "At some point Miles' drinking gets to be a problem, so he starts going to AA meetings."

"The same meetings Sylvia starts going to later." Scotty continued.

"So Jim went to see his wife at the same meeting where Miles was going, and hours later, Jim was dead." Stillman said.

"Hell of a coincidence." Vera said.

"It's more than that." Lilly concluded. "It's motive and opportunity."