Homicide: Life on the Street, Season 6

Dr. Turner:
What would you charge me with, if you could?

Pembleton:
How about playing God?

Dr. Turner:
God doesn't make house calls; you and I do.

Pembleton:
I don't play God.

Dr. Turner:
Well, that's what you do everyday. You decide who's innocent and who's guilty. You say - you - I'm gonna get you. But you - I'm gonna let you go.

Pembleton:
I avenge the dead.

Dr. Turner:
Is that why I'm here? Because you think you need to speak for my patients?

Pembleton:
Somebody's got to.

Dr. Turner:
Who the hell are you? You didn't hold their hands when they were screaming and hollering all night long. You didn't mop up any mucus or their diarrhea or their vomit. You didn't clean the pus out of anybody's sores, or throw your body across theirs to keep them in the bed when they were thrashing around in their death throes, with bile and blood gushing from every orifice. You didn't comfort their families who will never ever get over their loss. Detective, how dare you presume to speak for my patients?! They didn't need you then, and they sure as hell don't need you now.