All language subtitles for Law and order S20E08 - Doped

In the criminal justice system

the people are represented
by two separate
yet equally important groups,

the police
who investigate crime

and the district attorneys
who prosecute the offenders.

These are their stories.

Punch Buggy red.
No punch back.

Mom?

You can't play that,
Auntie Brenda.

Why? 'Cause I'm a
big, bad grown-up?

Yes.
Yes.

I invented the
Punch Buggy game.

You did not.

Ask Auntie Sandy.

She used to bring
a pillow in the car
to put between us,

so I couldn't hit her.

Mom, watch where
you're going, okay?

Oh, I'm just
having a little fun,
Nicky, geez.

Get me my spray
out of my purse,
will you, honey?

So, where'd you take her?

Apple picking.

Ho-ho! Risky first date.

No, it was
all good, bro.

And we got some
great Macowans.

Macouns.

Minivan entered
the highway at 14th Street,
going the wrong way.

Witnesses say it
was going 60, minimum.

Hit this poor guy
head on.

All three in the car
were DOA.

Two in the minivan,
little kids.

What
about the driver
of the minivan?

They rushed her
and two other kids
to St. Agnes'.

She went almost 20 blocks
on the wrong side.
Unbelievable.

Hey, I think
I found the culprit.

Grain alcohol, 151 proof.

No taste,
packs a wallop.

Yeah, there's still
a few drops
in the bottle.

This is why
I take the subway.

My wife was taking the kids
to our place upstate
for the weekend.

She had our
nieces with her.

Oh, God.

Oh, what am I gonna
tell Sandy and Bob?

We're very sorry,
Mr. Sawyer.

Where was she
coming from?

She was coming from work,
from Woodmoor Pharma.

Brenda's a sales manager.

She wasn't even
supposed to have
the kids with her.

I was supposed
to pick them up
from her sister's place,

but last minute,
I had to stay
late at the bank.

So, you called
your wife?

Yeah, around
quarter to five.

I told her she'd have
to pick the kids up,
and I'd come up later.

How'd she sound?

She sounded okay,
you know,
she was still at work.

We have
to ask you this,
Mr. Sawyer.

Did your wife drink?

No. Maybe, champagne
on special occasions,
but that's it. Why?

There was a bottle
of grain alcohol
in the van.

Maybe it
belonged to you?

No. We're not drinkers.

What are you implying?
That my wife was drunk?

Just routine questions,
Mr. Sawyer.

My wife was not drunk.
No damn way.

I have to go
check on my son.

She has severe head trauma,
massive internal injuries.

It's not hopeful.

What did
the tox screen say?

Blood alcohol was.09.

Any chance we'll be able
to talk to the surviving
kids any time soon?

Oh, God.

Surviving kid.

The boy, Nicky Sawyer,
is being prepped for surgery.

The little girl,
Sara Renquist,
died 10 minutes ago.

I just told her parents.

Thanks.

What do you think?

We go talk to them?

Well, they can
always say "no."

Excuse me.

Hello. I'm Detective Lupo.
This is Detective Bernard.

We're very sorry
for your loss.

We'd like to ask you
a few questions,
if that's okay.

Okay.

We understand
Brenda Sawyer picked
her kids up from your home?

Yes, our kids too.

They were spending
the weekend at Brenda
and Matt's place.

You both saw
Ms. Sawyer?

Just me. She came by
just before 5:00.

- How did she seem?
- Fine.

She said she was
going to stop and
get the kids ice cream.

Tell them
about the call.

Allie's my older one,
I gave her my cell phone

so she could keep
in contact with us
over the weekend and...

She called a half hour
after they left,

and she said that
there was something
wrong with my sister,

that she wasn't
making any sense,

and she was driving
all over the road.

I told Allie to tell Brenda
to pull over and then...

And then I heard
Allie scream and...

She was drunk,
wasn't she?

Bob, Sandy,
I just heard about Sara...

Your drunk wife
killed our babies!

No!
She killed them.

No.
Mr. Renquist.

No. She wasn't drunk.
Bob, I swear.

Bob!

This is her turning
onto the West Side
Highway at 14th Street.

But, instead of going
in the northbound lanes,

she turns north
into the southbound lanes.

But traffic was light.
She accelerated.

One caller to 911

has her going through
the intersection at
22nd Street at about 55.

Did she make any attempt
to pull over?

A.I.U. Says not
according to the witnesses,
or the 911 calls.

The lady was smashed.

That's a lot
of bad driving
for a.09 blood alcohol.

But I've seen
people with.06
who couldn't stand up.

Okay, the husband swears
his wife didn't drink.

Yeah,
not that he's ready
to admit, anyway.

You two done?

Miss Sawyer's blood alcohol
has already been
leaked to the media.

With six fatalities,
including three dead kids,

this lady ever makes it
out of the hospital,

people are gonna
want to string her up.

We're gonna nail this down,
so there can be no doubt.

Find out what she drank,
where she drank it,
and who saw her do it.

We're still in
total shock over this.

Brenda was a strong
member of my sales team.

She had a beautiful family.

How was she when
she left on Friday?

She was good.
Happy to go home.

- What time was that?
- Maybe 4:15, 4:30.

You ever see her
have a drink at lunch,
or after hours?

Maybe a glass of punch
at a Christmas party.

She ever
talk about drinking,
or being hung over?

No. Well, uh...

What is it,
Mr. Marshall?

Well, when she
left on Friday,

she said she was gonna be
cooped up with four
kids all weekend.

She laughed and said
she was gonna need
a stiff drink,

but I thought
she was kidding.

How'd she
get in that car
stone cold drunk?

And now, her husband's saying
she didn't touch the stuff?

Well, you know
what that's about.

Are you
planning to take legal
action against Matt Sawyer?

You're damn right I am.

I lost my wife,

my daughter,
her fiancé...

Leslie, would you
please turn that off?

... but somebody's got
to answer for this.

Sorry, Mr. Marshall.

Okay, everybody,
back to work, please.

No secret stash,
no breath mints.

You know, she told
her sister she was
gonna to take the kids

to get ice cream
before hitting the road.

Right. So, maybe some
place between her sister's
and the highway.

I remember her,
two vanillas with jimmies,

a strawberry,
and a pistachio.

That paper cup
she's sipping from
could be a juice,

or a soda she
bought for a mixer.

Did she seem
intoxicated to you?

She was in a good mood.
She put 5 bucks
in the tip jar.

That's the lady that
killed all those people?

Damn.

She tossed her drink.
You still have
that garbage?

I put it out for
sanitation that night.

Thanks.

Between leaving work
and getting the kids,

she bought a bottle
of booze and a mixer.

Maybe now we can
get the straight story
from the husband.

I am telling you
for the last time,

my wife is
not a drinker.

We have the bottle
of grain alcohol
from the car.

We have her on video
sipping from a drink cup
15 minutes before the crash.

I don't care what it says.
Brenda would never do that.

Never.

We know it's hard
to admit, Mr. Sawyer.

But, you could help
a lot of people.

They need to hear the truth
so they can move on.

You don't think
I want to move on?

I've got in-laws
that hate my guts.

I can't leave the apartment
because the papers have
turned me into a pariah.

My daughter is dead.

My wife and son...

And I've got
a mother in there
who's dying of cancer.

I've known Brenda
since high school.

We don't keep secrets
from each other.

Something is off
here, all right?

My daughter-in-law
is a terrific mother.

She would never
put my grandchildren
in danger.

It's all right, Ma.

I'm begging you guys,
find out what happened.

Please.

We could show him
pictures of his wife

taking swigs
of grain alcohol,

and he still
wouldn't believe it.

When you know somebody,
you know somebody.

Hello?

Yeah, this is him.

What?

Oh, God. Oh, God. Oh, God.

It's his wife,
she didn't make it.

One more look, okay?

Her cell phone records
confirm the call
from her husband at 4:45.

The one where
he tells her
to get the kids.

Yeah. Then she got a call
10 minutes before the crash

from a cell phone
registered to her company.

The call lasted
less than a minute.

She was probably
too wasted by then
to talk to anybody.

Nasal spray,
for her allergies.

You see alcohol
in the ingredients?

No. But some of these
allergy medications
make you drowsy.

I'm sending it
to the lab.

Contents of her GI tract
corroborate the hospital
tox screen.

Grain alcohol mixed
with orange juice,
banana and coconut.

High-octane smoothie
she drank on an
empty stomach.

Could something
she took for allergies
have interacted with that?

Like what,
an antihistamine?

There was an
over-the-counter
nasal spray in her car.

The mass spectrometer
didn't detect anything

besides alcohol
that would account
for her behavior.

There's no big
mystery here, fellas.

This lady
was hammered
on jungle juice.

Thanks.

We've tried it
every other way.

It all comes back
to her being drunk.

I'd feel a lot better
if we could find the store
that sold her the booze.

Hey, sorry
to crash the party.

After you told me
about her allergies,

I took another look
at her nasal mucosa.

There was chronic
inflammation.

So, I checked
with the tox lab
about the nasal spray.

Propofol?
An anesthetic, right?

Yeah, a powerful one.
Also known as
"Milk of Amnesia."

It's been in the news.

It would cause
immediate disorientation,

and lack of control
if she sprayed it
in her nose.

And all the tox screens
of Brenda Sawyer missed it?

It dissipates in minutes.
It wouldn't be detected.

So somebody spiked
her nasal spray
with this stuff?

Without a doubt.

When you're right,
you're right.

The lot number
on the nasal spray

traces to a pharmacy
on 23rd Street.

Alert the
Health Department.

They'll need to pull all
the sprays from that store
and have them tested.

Another Tylenol scare.
Great.

Just covering the bases.

How about this base?

Guess who's one
of four companies
that makes Propofol?

Woodmoor Pharma.

The company
Brenda Sawyer
worked for.

Well, that opens up
a whole new world
of suspects.

Maybe someone there
had a beef with Miss Sawyer.
Talk to her husband.

So, it wasn't her fault?

Let's take one
thing at a time.

But, you have to
let people know
it wasn't Brenda's fault.

First we find
the person who tampered
with her nasal spray, okay?

Was she having
problems at her work?

She was busy lately,
a lot of stress.

With anything
or anyone in particular?

I'm not sure.
She was staying
late at work.

I've been preoccupied
with my mom and her cancer.

So, Brenda and I,
we hadn't had
a lot of time to talk.

Excuse me. They just
brought my son
down from ICU.

He's been asking
about his mom.

Yeah, go ahead,
Mr. Sawyer.

Staying late
at work, huh?

- I want to be helpful.
- You're doing okay.

Yeah, let's start
with some easy questions.

Okay.

Brenda, she had
allergies, right?

Yes. She was always
spritzing stuff
up her nose.

Where did she keep
her nasal spray?

In her purse.

And her purse,
where did she keep that?

On her desk,
or next to it.

Is this helping?
Big time.

Okay, touchier subject now.

How did she get along
with the people here?

Oh, everyone thought
the world of her.

We heard she'd
been staying late
the last few weeks.

What was that about?
She and Zach,

that's Mr. Marshall,
the head of the
sales department,

they had this
big project together.

"Project," that
sounds interesting.

Oh, for sure.
The night before
the accident,

they were in his office,
in this big hush-hush,

and they stopped
when they saw me.

And how about the day
of the accident,
were they getting along?

Zach called in
after he left
looking for her,

and I said that
she went to
pick up her kids.

He didn't seem
too happy.

Did he call
from a cell phone?

You know the number?

This isn't his
personal phone,

it's the one
the company gave him.

Thanks. You've
been very helpful.

Really?
Yeah.

I'm glad.

A big hush-hush.

It's either personal,
professional or...
Mineral.

Yeah, well, his number
matches the number

that called Brenda
in the minivan.

Maybe her son
overheard
the conversation.

Her son who just
got out of the ICU?

You IA guys are cold.

I can really keep it?

It's yours.

Especially since
you're gonna help us

with some of our
detective work.

Okay.

Now, we know
some of this stuff
may be hard to talk about.

So, you just let us know,
and we can talk about it
some other time.

I don't care.

Okay.

Now, when you
were in the car,
before the accident,

do you remember
your mom getting
a phone call?

Yes, from her boss.

She couldn't hear him,
so she hung up.

She was acting weird.

We understand, Nicky.
We know it wasn't
your mother's fault.

Did she say anything
about her boss?

She said he was nice.

And he bought her
a JamJuice smoothie.

The smoothie
she was drinking

when you guys stopped
to buy ice cream?

A JamJuice franchise three
blocks from Woodmoor Pharma

made a delivery
late Friday afternoon.

Eight smoothies, enough
for the whole sales staff,

charged to Zach Marshall's
corporate card.

He spiked her smoothie
and her nasal spray?

She parked
in the company garage.

He could've planted
that liquor bottle
in her minivan too.

He wanted us to think
she crashed her car
because she was drunk,

not because she was
knocked out on Propofol.

Crazy scheme.

Well, you're
gonna love this. Here.

The 911 calls
about the minivan,

they were all made
between 5:24 and 5:25.

All except one,
made at 5:16 from
a payphone in Tuckahoe.

Ten miles from
the West Side Highway.

Someone must have
a big crystal ball.

Zach Marshall's phone
call to Brenda Sawyer,
two minutes earlier,

hit off a cell phone
tower in Tuckahoe.

I treat my team
to smoothies every Friday,
kind of a "attaboy" motivator.

And you didn't notice Brenda
pouring a little extra kick
into her cup, did you?

She knew
I didn't tolerate
that kind of behavior.

After you both
left the office,
you called her?

No.

This is the list of all
the calls you made.

See that one
right there?

You didn't tell us
you called her.

I didn't know.
I was driving with
my phone in my pocket,

and I had Brenda
on speed dial, I must
have hit it by mistake.

Why did you have her
on speed dial?

Well, I have
all my team
on speed dial.

Could we see your phone?

Well, I don't know,
I deleted Brenda's entry,

I think I deleted some
others, moving them around,
I'm not good at these gadgets.

Anyway, it's not
important, is it?

Oh, it is.
You see, you and Brenda

have been staying late
together these last
couple of weeks.

People saw you, Zach.

What were you working on?

I can't say.

It's confidential information.
It belongs to the company.

You sure
you were working?

What else would it be?

You tell us.

Oh, no.

No way.
I'm married.

She was married,
she had kids,
for God's sake.

Her kids and her nieces.

This is what
they looked like
before the accident.

You want to see
the after pictures?

No. I don't
need to see that.

Yeah. We know,
had this been
in your power,

you would have
done everything
to stop it from happening.

Of course.
It was terrible.

But, you did try,
didn't you?
You called 911.

No. I didn't.
Yes, you did.

From a pay phone
in Tuckahoe.

She's in a
dark blue minivan
with New York plates.

She's got kids with her.
Send somebody
right away, please.

What location, sir?

You see, you tried
to get the police
to pull her over

before she got on the highway,
before she was knocked out

by the Propofol
you put in her nasal spray.

I didn't mean...
I didn't mean...

You didn't mean what?

You didn't mean
what, Zach? Huh?

You didn't mean to get
these kids killed,

is that what you mean?

You didn't know
they were going to
be in the minivan,

is that right?

Look at the pictures, Zach.
I can't.

You didn't mean to kill
these kids, did you?

I gotta go
to the bathroom.

Please, I gotta go.
Please...

Hey, we'll hang
on to your jacket.
Give it to me.

You okay in there?

Get a paramedic.
Get a paramedic, damn it.

Oh, God.

Let me go.
Let me die.

No. I'm not going
to let you go
that easy, my friend.

Lupes!

He stuck a
ballpoint pen
in his neck.

Pressure. More pressure.
Grab his hands.

Don't think that
didn't cross my mind.

Should I stand over there?

You're fine
where you are,
Mr. Cooper.

"People v. Zachary Marshall.
Murder in the Second Degree,
seven counts."

How does
Mr. Marshall plead?

Not guilty
on all charges.

People request remand.

I wanna see my wife.

I'm working on that.

Your Honor,
my client's obviously

under a doctor's care,
and not a flight risk.

He's under a doctor's care
due to a suicide attempt,

which evinces
consciousness
of his guilt.

It wasn't guilt.
He was upset
by the allegations.

He was upset
because he killed
more people

on a New York roadway
than anyone in history.

Your Honor,
even the police
claim that my client

tried to avert
this tragedy.

Sounds like Mr. Cooper
is admitting
intentional murder

and asserting renunciation.

No, not necessarily.

I suggest you
figure it out,
Mr. Cooper.

Your client's remanded.

His lawyer practically
stumbled into a confession.

Well, we could
use a confession.

A suicide attempt
and a smoothie
won't convict Mr. Marshall.

The police found the foil
wrapper to a nasal spray
in Marshall's house,

same brand as the one
in Brenda's car.

Better. Not as good
as evidence of an affair

or putting the Propofol
in his hands.

His company stores it
in a warehouse
in White Plains.

Well, have a nice drive.

Zach Marshall,
he's been out here
in the past month.

Been out here
a few times,
by the looks of it.

Would he have access
to any products here,
maybe samples?

Salespeople are
issued samples, sure.

How about Propofol?

We don't give out
samples of Propofol.

How would Mr. Marshall
get access to it?

He wouldn't.
We have security measures.

We got a dozen
government agencies
breathing down our necks.

Is it normal
for a sales manager

to visit the warehouse
so often?

If he has an issue
with distribution.

Did he?

Not that I recall.

I see a couple times
where Brenda Sawyer
signed in with him.

Did they always
come together?

Couple of times
she came by herself.

Do you remember what for?

She was looking
at sales data
for one of our drugs,

Lextenda.

Brenda Sawyer
didn't rep Lextenda.

She say why
she was interested?

She said there was
a distribution issue

with the cancer clinic one
of her relatives was using.

Losing Brenda was
a horrible loss for Matt.

And Nicky,
growing up without a mother.

It's nice that they
have you here with them.

For as long as I last.

Oh, I'm a realist, dear.

People my age don't
beat colon cancer.

Now, what can
I do for you?

I need to know,
did Brenda ever
talk to you

about a drug
called Lextenda?

Yes. My clinic
had me on it.

But, Brenda made me
stop taking it.

Even though her company
made the drug?
Did she say why?

She didn't think
it was right for me.

It was after she spoke
with Albert's son.

Albert was at the clinic,
he had colon cancer.
Mmm-hmm.

He was taking Lextenda.

When Albert's son
found out that Brenda
worked for Woodmoor,

he got very
upset with her.

Because of Lextenda?

I'm not sure.

She spent a lot of time
talking to him.

My father made
peace with dying.

He even signed
his own DNR.

The clinic then put him
on the new medicine

they said would
extend his life
for months, even years.

And that medicine
was Lextenda?

Right. 1,000 bucks a day.

The cancer had
already maxed out
my pop's insurance,

so we had to pay for it
out of our own pocket.

What happened?
Pops kept getting worse.

That Lextenda didn't
do anything for him.

I wanted to take him off it,
but the clinic talked my mom
into keeping him on it.

And she used up
all her savings
to pay for that drug,

and for what?

My pop spent
the last five weeks
of his life in agony.

And now my mom can't afford
to be in the house

that she's been in
for 40 years?

I'm so sorry.

I was told that you
got very upset
with Brenda Sawyer

when you found out
she worked for the company
that made Lextenda.

Yeah, I kind
of lost it there.

Brenda was a real angel.
She listened to me.

She didn't know
about Lextenda.

She said she'd
look into it.

What did she find out?

I'm not sure.

I lost touch with her
after my pops died.

I know she got
into this big thing
with Dr. Price,

the head of the clinic.

People
with loved ones
who are terminally ill

want miracles.

When they don't get them,
they get angry.

They blame the doctor.
They blame the drugs.

What specifically
did Brenda Sawyer
discuss with you?

She didn't want
her mother-in-law
on Lextenda.

Why?

She wanted to show me
some data on her laptop,

but she was a salesperson,
she had no medical training.

Did she question why you
were keeping Mr. Quintana

on Lextenda, even though
he was getting no
medical benefit from it?

It was really
none of her business.
Or yours, for that matter.

What percentage of your
terminally ill cancer
patients are on Lextenda?

I don't see
how that's relevant.

I'll decide
what's relevant.

Or, if you'd rather,
I could come back
with a subpoena

for all of your records.

Why don't you do that,
Ms. Rubirosa?

You get your subpoena.

In the meantime,
I'll talk to my lawyer.

You're a golfer.

Some of my friends
would disagree
with that statement.

Woodmoor Invitational,
Hawaii. Dominican Republic,

Honduras, wow, you get around.

You and your
little golf balls.

Well, I got a hold
of Dr. Price's data,

through the state's
morbidity studies.

He's prescribed Lextenda
to all his patients

at the end-stage
of their disease.

Their bodies
were shutting down,
in a process called wasting.

Did Lextenda help them?

Compared to similar patients
who weren't taking Lextenda,

Price's patients
lived an average
of 36 days longer.

That's on the low end
of Woodmoor's
marketing materials.

It's 36 days they wouldn't
have had otherwise.

A couple of them
lived for a few months,

and one for almost a year,

but the vast majority
only lived a week or two.

Still.

It's living, but barely.

At $1,000 a day.

Drug company perks
are nothing new.

Well, this
is for a drug that has
no palliative value.

It's what the
medical community
calls a "rescue drug."

It extends life
by a matter of days,
but, at an exorbitant cost.

Not to mention
it targets
a very vulnerable

and desperate
group of patients.

Still, unless
the company's paying
the prescribing Doctors

to misrepresent
the drug's effectiveness...

Maybe Brenda Sawyer
found out that they are.

She was in the warehouse,
digging through Lextenda's
sales data,

along with Zach Marshall.

Maybe she confided in him.

She probably
thought she could trust him.

He went back
afterwards by himself.

And what if he didn't
share Brenda's outrage
at what she found out?

He's a sales manager.

Brenda blows the whistle
and Lextenda's sales tank,

then so might his career,
and his company.

So he silenced Brenda?

He might be a company man,
but loyalty goes only so far.

Do you have any idea
how much Woodmoor
grosses annually on Lextenda?

Hmm.

That would buy
a lot of loyalty.

What happened
to Mr. Cooper?

Trade him in for someone
who knows where to stand?

Courtesy of Woodmoor Pharma,
we presume.

Not your concern.

What brings you to
scenic Riker's Island?

Your client's facing seven
life sentences, Mr. Hoyt.

I'm new here,
but your case feels
very circumstantial to me.

Foil packaging?

Juries tend to
lower the bar quite a bit

when dead children
are involved.

And now
we know why he did it.

Oh, it wasn't
a lover's spat?
Please. Share.

Brenda Sawyer
was about to blow
the whistle on Lextenda.

Lextenda?

You remember,
Mr. Marshall,

the cancer drug
Brenda was asking about

when she was with you
at Woodmoor's
distribution facility?

Your client can
fill you in
on the specifics.

Other words,
you can't put
either the alcohol

or the Propofol
in his hands, can you?

I'll contact you
when I get up
to speed. Or not.

Come on, Mr. Marshall.

First thing we're gonna do
is make a bail application

and get you home
to your family.

It sounds like Woodmoor
is trying to do
damage control.

If they can force us
to cut Marshall
a quick deal,

maybe they can keep
Lextenda out of it.

Or maybe Marshall cut
his own deal with them.

He'll keep his mouth
shut about Lextenda,

in return for
some high-priced
legal representation.

And where are we
with Lextenda?

Anything beyond
speculation and
educated guesswork?

Brenda's research was
on her company laptop.

Her assistant told me
Woodmoor security
removed it from her office

the weekend after
she was killed.

That laptop
holds our motive.

I'm sure if you
ask Woodmoor nicely,
they'll hand it right over.

Woodmoor is moving
to quash the D.A.'s
subpoena for this laptop.

There's nothing
on the computer,

which relates
to this tragic
drunk driving case.

Well, they can't seriously
expect us to take
their word for it.

Is Mr. Cutter
admitting that this
is a fishing expedition?

No, we're looking
for documents,

which relate
to the motive
for seven murders.

What documents
are those, Mr. Cutter?

Anything concerning
a medicine called Lextenda.

Lextenda is a closely
held patent, Judge.

Any information
on a Woodmoor computer,

about Woodmoor products,
is proprietary.

The People aren't interested
in stealing trade secrets.

I'll give the Court
my personal guarantee

that anything unrelated
to Lextenda sales,

marketing or distribution

will remain confidential
and secure.

He's still fishing,
Your Honor.

I agree. Mr. Cutter,
your subpoena is quashed.

Well, asking nicely
didn't work.
What's plan B?

I'll ask.

I haven't seen you
since you came knocking
with your hand out, Jack.

Belated congratulations.

Thanks again
for the campaign
contribution, Austin.

Don't thank me.
Thank my Board
of Directors.

I assume this
isn't a social call.

I heard my guys
beat up your guys today.

Zach Marshall and Brenda
Sawyer were your employees.

A terrible tragedy.

And terrible for Woodmoor.

It's not the kind
of publicity
we aspire to.

Especially if it got out
those seven deaths
were really about Lextenda.

Excuse me?

Brenda Sawyer
was gathering data
about your miracle drug,

until she was killed
by a rogue employee.

But, why am I telling you
something you already know?

I don't know what
Marshall did or didn't do,

but I do know Lextenda
is an effective product.

Brenda Sawyer
thought otherwise.

That you were
selling false hope

to desperate people
at 1,000 bucks a day.

Doing it by co-opting
doctors with timeshares,

and tropical vacations,
that it's a rigged game.

Don't get self-righteous
on me, Jack.

If corporations
didn't make profits,

where would politicians
like you be?

You're right,
and it stinks.

There are too many
office-holders

in the health
industry's pockets.

It's one of the reasons
we can't pass

a decent health-care
bill in this country.

And oh, by the way...

It's a certified check,
reimbursing your
campaign contribution.

What do you want me to do?

Grow a conscience.

Unless you want to be
personally named
as an accomplice, Austin,

you can order your guys
to hand over that computer.

All the files
have been deleted.
And I mean, all of them.

We expected that.

All I could recover
were some basic applications

built into
the operating system,
clock, address book, calendar.

Can I take a look?

Yeah.
Thanks.

The police went back
through Marshall's
home and computer,

nothing on Lextenda.

Brenda's computer
was wiped clean.

Everything's gone
except her address book
and calendar.

Look at this.
Her appointments
the week after she died.

This one here.

J. Wigand.
Tuesday, 10:00 a.m.

And there is no J. Wigand
in her address book.

I don't remember
seeing that name
in her phone records.

Jeffrey Wigand, the king
of the whistle-blowers.

He blew the whistle
on Big Tobacco.

It's hard to believe
she'd be meeting with him.

Exactly. So maybe
this was her inside joke.

A code name for a meeting
with a regulatory agency.

An agency that could do
something about Lextenda.

The FDA.

She said she worked
for Woodmoor, but she
wouldn't tell me her name.

We set up
the Tuesday meeting,
she never showed.

She say why
she insisted
on anonymity?

Most people who contact us
don't give us
their name at first.

They don't want
to risk their jobs

if we're not
going to act on
their information.

This lady wouldn't
even tell me what drug
she was calling about.

She didn't
mention Lextenda?

Is that what it was?

I got a call about Lextenda
later that week
from a doctor.

He was very eager
to move forward.

I even sent him
an informational packet.

You sent it to him?
This doctor left you his name?

Yeah, he did.

But, under
the whistle-blower
protection laws,

I can't divulge
his identity
without a court order.

Well, we'll
take care of that.

Any other inquiries
about Lextenda?

Not that I'm aware of.

But, I wouldn't be
surprised to see
an up-tick in complaints

on these end-term
cancer meds.

Why, because
they're not effective?

No, big money at stake,
not just for corporations,
but for whistle-blowers.

They get a piece
of any penalty
imposed on the company.

Ever since
a whistle-blower
got 50 million

on that Pfizer settlement,
drug company employees

have been coming
out of the woodwork.

The $2 billion penalty
against Pfizer

was for illegal marketing,
which is exactly

what Brenda
suspected Woodmoor
of doing with Lextenda.

Zach Marshall saved
his company a tidy sum.

They should be
very proud of him.

And, they're doing
everything they can
to show their appreciation.

The erased computer files,
his bail money,

the fancy lawyer.

The FDA just turned over
the name and address

of the doctor who
called them about Lextenda.

It's a Dr. Sherin,
up in Dobbs Ferry.

Well, if he
gives us information

about Woodmoor's
illegal marketing,

then maybe you can use it
to convince your friends

at Woodmoor
to cut Marshall loose.

My friends. Ha!

Dr. Sherin rents
a box here, box 819.

But he hasn't
come in for a while.

Do you have
a home address on him?

All I know is
he's from Florida.

He's only been
in here twice, including
when he rented the box.

You mind if we
have a look?

I'm not supposed
to do that.

I mean, if it
was terrorism, maybe.

Do you remember all those kids
that died in that crash
on the West Side Highway?

This is that.

Oh.

When did
Dr. Sherin rent the box?

Six weeks ago.

He said he'd be
coming through here
every few weeks

to see a patient.

Here you go.

Return address says
it's from the FDA.

The last time
he came in,
what was it for?

He had a package,
sent by registered mail.

I had to get his
DEA number before
I could release the package.

His DEA number?
Was it medication?

I think so.
Let me check.

Here it is.
It was from
Woodmoor Pharma.

Is this Dr. Sherin?

That's right.
I thought you said
you didn't know him.

We tracked the package
back to Woodmoor.

One vial of Propofol,

sent to Dr. Sherin,
i.e. You, Mr. Marshall.

And we're ready
for trial, Mr. Hoyt.

Another piece of
circumstantial evidence.
Not the end of the world.

Are you kidding me?

I didn't mean for any
of this to happen.
I swear, I tried to stop it.

What did you
mean to happen?

Zach, I'm advising
you to shut up.

No. I don't want
your advice anymore.

I just wanted her
to get pulled over.

The police would
think she was drunk,
she'd get a DWI,

she'd get fired
and lose her credibility
with the FDA.

Her credibility
as a whistle-blower?

Yes.

She was going to give
all the reward money away.

I couldn't let that happen.

You didn't do this
to save your company
or your job, did you?

- Zach...
- Shut up.

I didn't care
about Woodmoor.

Not after Brenda showed me
what they were doing
with Lextenda.

She had a list of all
the doctors in the country
who were prescribing it,

all the kickbacks
they were getting
from the company.

She even found
an internal cost analysis

of how much money
Woodmoor could make

off of every terminal cancer
patient before they died.

She came to you why?
She was looking for help?

No, I found out
what she was doing,

and I wanted us to go
to the FDA together.

But then she wanted
to give all the money away

to Hudson University for
Pediatric Cancer Research.

All the money.
Tens of millions
of dollars.

I mean, she
didn't need it.

Her husband
makes a good living.

But, me, my wife
doesn't work, I have kids,

I don't have a house
in the country,
I don't have savings.

So you decided
to drug her with Propofol,

so that she'd get
in a fatal accident?

No. I told you.

I thought she was gonna get
in a little fender bender
in the city.

When I called in,

her assistant
told me that she
had the kids with her.

I tried to stop Brenda.

I called her.
I told her to come back
to the office, to pull over.

But, she couldn't hear me.
And I called 911,
I tried to tell them.

Oh, God, what did I do?

What did I do?

If I'm not mistaken,
my client has a viable
renunciation defense.

Now, you are kidding.

I'll take his plea
to seven counts

of depraved
indifference murder.

Twenty-years-to-life,
subject to approval
by the victims' families.

Okay.

Okay.

I think we're done here.

Not quite.

The evidence you were
turning over to the FDA,
where is it?

You don't need that.
It's immaterial.

He gives it to us
or there's no deal.

It's on a flash drive,
in a knapsack
in my son's closet.

I'll call Lupo and Bernard.

Twenty years.

It's your
call, Mr. Sawyer.

What about
Brenda's sister,
and her husband,

and the people in
the other car, their family,
what did they say?

We came to you first.

My mother died last week.

We're very sorry.

It was her time.

My son's doing well.

It's been hard,
but, we just go on.

Brenda was never
a mean-minded person.

I guess 20 years is fair.

All right.

And the reward money,
when it comes,

I want some to go
to Brenda's sister,
and the other family.

But the rest of it,
I don't want it.

It should go
where Brenda wanted.

Cancer research.

Yes.

I guess that's it, then.

Thank you.

Twenty years it is.