CSI: NY2004

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
I make a phone call.

Detective Don Flack:
Every time to the same number?

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
Yes. Again, same number every time. I tell them what I need. I don't know how or who does it. A cooler is left for me at the clinic.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
[showing Fuller a picture of Casey Steele] Is this the man that delivers the coolers?

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
I told you, I don't see faces. They're just voices on a phone.

Detective Don Flack:
You must pay them.

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
Cash. In an envelope. Different post office box every time.

Detective Don Flack:
Yeah, okay, so what's going rate for a liver, Dr. Fuller?

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
Depends.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
Depends on whether your patients are desperate or not? The closer they are to death, the more they'll pay. Or is it the more you'll charge?

Dr. Harvey Fuller:
I don't set the price.

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
No, only for yourself, right? So tell me, doctor, how much do you get paid for turning a blind eye to the Hippocratic Oath?

[Fuller turns to look at Flack]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
No, look at me. I said look at me! The liver you transplanted today belonged to a healthy young woman who died to fill your pockets. Her name: Debbie Menzel.

[slapping pictures onto the table]

Dr. Sheldon Hawkes:
And there are dozens more just like her. Their organs are being harvested in motel bathrooms and makeshift operating rooms. Young girls who are butchered and dumped on the side of the road. And you agreed to the oath, doctor, the covenant. "I will keep them from harm and injustice." Do you remember saying those words, huh? You stupid, greedy son of a b*tch.