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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.