I love this country.
I love the big houses, with there big front yards.
Grass, so green and flat and perfect like a tabletop.
And the pursuit of happiness--
it is yours as a right.
That's why I wanted to bring my family here.
(doorbell rings)
(sighs) finally.
(scraping)
Something's blocking your seepage pit.
I can maybe...
get it from here.
(woman) What the hell is that?
I wanted my family to understand the american dream
the same way I had,
but every dream has a dark side.
(gasps)
♫ The Forgotten 1x11 ♫ Patient John Original Air Date on January 12, 2010
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(panting)
When you told me to meet you on a run,
I thought you meant the park.
If you box, you gotta get a physical every year.
It's part of the rules.
All about the rules, huh?
(chuckles)
Seepage pit? It's just as bad as it sounds.
The pit was under 2 feet of dirt and a brand-new lawn.
We can pretty much date when it was put there.
The contractors dug it out one day and backfilled the next,
So the body must've gone in there sometime that night.
Could he have fallen in?
Not without lifting a concrete lid and pulling it back over.
"pulmonary hemorrhage."
That's when your lungs fill up and you drown in your own blood.
I rescued this case from Detective Keller.
It's been buried on his desk for three months. (equipment beeping)
The body had some needle marks.
Knowing Jim Keller, he wrote the guy off as a junkie. And did nothing.
But the Doe had a wedding ring
and someone stitched up the holes in his socks--
Maybe his wife.
I don't know about you,
but to me, everything about him says regular working guy.
What do you think? (sighs)
Sorry I'm late. How was the physical? Any brain damage?
No more than usual.
Uh, we got a latino male around 30 years old,
clean-cut, good overall nutrition and health,
No birthmarks or tattoos. He died of internal bleeding.
Someone put him in a hole in the ground.
He has needle marks in his arm.
But no street drugs in his body. Just a trace of warfarin.
Rat poison?
Yeah. Some dealers mix rat poison with cocaine.
Put that together with the needle marks,
It's an easy answer for a lazy cop.
(Lindsey) Well, it's a shame it didn't keep the rats away
from those fingertips.
Aw, rats in a seepage pit-- now all we need is Stephen King.
What's a seepage pit?
It's where the clean water drains from
when the bugs have eaten all the poop.
Never mind.
There were no fingerprints or birthmarks,
but he did have a corrective operation to fix a clubfoot.
It was turned at the ankle. He got it fixed at birth.
Does that help us? Isn't that rare?
It's not so rare. One in a thousand babies--I checked.
Hey, he's got my boots.
Maybe he was a sexy phone repairman
who played by his own rules. Maybe.
(chuckles) My point is, you can't just get 'em at any shoe store.
Steel toe, slip-resistant sole, steel shank for added support.
(thud) (whispers) sorry.
(Walter, normal voice) I'll, uh, look into the footwear. Great. Candace?
I can pull together a list of the jobs
that bring a person into contact with warfarin.
Maybe an exterminator?
Top of my list
And I'll check out the crime scene.
(birds chirping)
We finished remodeling, and now we're just waiting for
the cops to say we can fix up the yard.
Andy... (snaps fingers) come here.
The seepage pit is under that tarp.
(children shouting indistinctly in distance)
(tarp scrapes)
(lid scrapes)
How they got him past the house without making the dog bark,
I'll never know.
Must be upsetting for you to think about.
For me and Bill, yeah.
But the kids just keep bringing their friends around
to take a look at the hole.
(sighs) You didn't hear or see anything? (sirens wailing)
What? (sirens grow louder, horns honking)
(louder) You didn't hear or see-- wait.
We back onto the parking lot at Muirfield General. (sirens stop wailing)
You guys asked me to check, and I checked.
Nobody walked out on their treatment that night.
What about before their treatment?
Anyone leave without seeing a doctor?
We'd still have their triage form,
unless they didn't present themselves to the staff.
Why don't you talk to Jamie? He misses nothing.
That kid in the green shirt? Is he a doctor?
He's a frequent flyer--
What we call a patient who keeps coming back.
If they say they're sick, we can't turn them away.
His girlfriend was killed last year.
A car hit her bicycle.
He brought her in, but we just uldn't save her.
Now Jamie drifts in here three or four times a week.
(grunts) will you take it somewhere else?! Hey!
I don't like being poked. I totally get it, big guy.
Listen, why don't you have a seat?
Uh, I think they're just about to call your name.
Come with me. I-I think I know what his pain is.
He's obviously not pregnant,
So he's probably got a kidney stone.
You're here a lot, right?
Yeah, I see a lot of symptoms,
so I try to help the doctors out.
Maybe you can help me.
Think back about three months ago.
there was a latino guy here who would've been coughing up blood.
Do you remember seeing anyone like that?
Not in here.
(sighs) okay. Thanks. It was a long shot, anyway. (pats arm)
He was in the parking lot.
Get a load of this shot. What do you think? Uh-huh.... Ohh. (inhales sharply)
Ho-ho-ho. (laughs) ohh.
(typing on keyboard) (computer chimes)
(chimes)
Candace.
Hey... Monica.
Congratulations on the promotion.
Sorry you missed the cake-- red velvet.
It's not actual velvet. You can eat it.
So, heads up, there's been a memo.
They're gonna crack down on all personal calls
and stuff on office time. Why are you telling me?
Because I wrote it.
They were right there...
or... somewhere close.
"they"? Uh, there was a second guy?
The latino guy was lying on the ground,
and the other guy was leaning over him.
Where were you?
Walking through... from the bus.
I offered to help, but he said
his friend had been drinking and he'd be fine.
So this, uh, second guy--
do you think you'd recognize him?
Maybe. It was dark.
He kept turning his face while he was talking.
The other guy wasn't fine, though.
I went in to get help,
and one of the security guards came out,
but when he got here, they were both gone.
'course, nobody believed me.
The bus stop is there.
The emergency entrance is there.
I've got a dying guy I don't want anybody to see,
so I'm gonna do everything I can
to keep him out of the light.
Hang back here.
The fence has been broken.
(grunts)
(phone rings)
Detective Russell.
I know why the dog didn't bark.
They didn't go through the front of the house to get to the yard.
Uh, alex?
I need you to send a tech team out here
to verify a blood stain.
Where are you?
I'm in the parking lot of the hospital
near your crime scene.
I'm looking through a hole in the fence.
John Doe was here, and he was alive.
(man) I was so close to achieving my dream.
Now maybe no one will ever know
how close I really was.
I came to this country
to make a difference for my family,
But now I wonder,
will all of these people make a difference for me?
I worked from the morgue photograph.
Wish I had something on the second guy.
(Alex) Oh, that's great.
So someone stuffed him in that hole alive?
That's a horrible way to die.
Can't argue with you there, Walter.
You think your frequent-flier boy may be lying?
One golden rule in any murder investigation--
look very closely at anyone who leads you towards evidence.
I got something out of the boots.
A dozen wholesalers handle 'em,
and they all move about 10,000 pairs a yea
well, that's no good.
Yeah, but I stopped a couple suppliers
on my way home anyway, and there was this one guy--
Real old guy, looked like he'd been selling shoes
since shoes were invented--
Takes one look at the photo and says,
"you do realize those boots are two different sizes?"
Yeah, look at 'em. Says that can happen with clubfoot--
even if, uh, treatment's successful, one foot stays
slightly smaller than the other.
So our John Doe had two different-sized feet?
What do you do? Buy two pairs?
or trade with someone who has the same problem.
Right. You're a 7 and a 10-- you go online,
And you look for someone who's a 10 and a 7.
Assuming someone's out there.
Well, it's a big country. They're out there. (typing on keyboard)
They're called swap rings. Oh, that sounds dirty.
That's how I completed my set of "Star Wars" milk caps...
Many years ago. (types)
Looks like there's more than one swap ring
for odd shoes. I'll start with the biggest.
I can enter John Doe's two sizes,
and it'll search for a match.
All right. Well, see what comes up in the Chicago area.
Walter, you can stop at the shoe stores
and start looking into the shoe buddies.
(whirring)
Eric Boden?
Hey, you dropped something. (laughs)
Walter Bailey, the Forgotten Network.
You use an online exchange called shoe partners?
Hey, hey! Keep it down.
Malpodiostrophy's nothing to be embarrassed about.
Oh, really? (whirring stops)
Well, then you try growing up with it.
You know, when I was in grade school,
the kids used to call me "sparkle butt."
um, I-I think that's something else.
Uh, your profile gave me your shoe sizes.
Your wife told me where to find you.
She said you traded sizes on a pair of boots like these.
(normal voice) yeah, yeah, never again.
Yeah, not with that guy.
I laid out $300 for 2 pair of boots, and he pays me back
15 bucks a week. I-I mean, nice enough guy,
But nobody said anything about the installment plan.
What? He didn't have a job?
Well, yeah, 'course he had a job.
That's what he needed the boots for.
I even took 'em down to the place where he worked.
Well, a name and that address would be really helpful.
Yeah, he called himself Andy.
Uh, he was mexican, latino, something.
Place on 18th street...
marble stairs... about all I remember.
Uh, that's--that's great. Thanks.
(hydraulics whir)
So it seems there's more to warfarin than just rat poison.
It's also a pesticide and a heart medicine.
Prevents the blood from clotting. Mm. Wikipedia?
Horsemama. Equally reliable.
Mm. Well, I don't care how strange she is.
She knows her stuff. After she gave me the info,
I sent a query about warfarin-related cases
to our medical claims division.
You used the company? Awesome.
I had them pull together
a list of cases where warfarin was featured
and wrote them down by occupation and area.
I would've e-mailed them straight to Lindsey,
But... (sighs) they're clamping down.
Who is?
The man-- Monica.
Okay, now I'm even more confused.
They're clamping down on everybody.
I mean, I think it's everybody.
It's so ridiculous.
I mean, I don't spend all of my time
tweaking and facebook-ing like Veronica and kleenex man.
It's tweeting.
And who's kleenex man?
Clarence, the I.T. guy-- he's always rubbing his nose
with a kleenex and then puts it in his wrist
like my grandmother. It's gross. Whatever.
I'm not gonna do anything stupid. I need this job.
Network doesn't pay my rent.
(beeping) ooh, I gotta go.
All right. See you at Lindsey's tonight?
Uh, yeah, I guess.
You think?
Well, it's on the right street,
and, uh, it's got marble steps.
Excuse me.
This is probably a stupid question,
but, uh, where are we?
This is the Chicago Association of Mechanical Engineers.
You're in the headquarters of a professional society.
A secret society?
Apparently not.
We date back 150 years.
Are you interested in the architecture?
I could give you a fact sheet.
Actually, we were, um, wondering
if this man worked here. We think his name is Andy.
Andy Santiago-- such a sweetheart.
He's one of our maintenance people...
or he used to be. Is something wrong?
Andy Santiago worked on my crew,
but I haven't seen him
since he stopped showing up for work three months ago.
Why'd he do that?
Well, I couldn't advance him the $1,000 that he asked me for.
He seemed to need it in a hell of a hurry.
I-I just didn't have the authority.
Do you have any idea what he needed the money for?
Something to do with his wife, his kids...
they were back in Venezuela.
I mean, I'm just guessing,
but that's where all of his money went.
We'll need to contact them.
Oh, no.
He's dead? Uh, we have a body,
but we need to confirm the identity.
Boss, I'm gonna take ten.
Poor guy.
And a helluva worker.
I could use a few more like him.
Was he here illegally?
Oh, no, not at all. No, Andy was smart. Educated.
As soon as he got naturalized,
he put in a petition to bring his wife and children over.
(Andy) So much paperwork,
but I didn't care.
They'd be here soon,
and then we could have the life together
I'd always wanted.
There was some kind of a-a situation.
He couldn't wait to get 'em out.
Trust me, if I had the $1,000,
I would've lent it to him myself...
And probably got it back, $10 a week.
I don't know where he went, but, I mean, after six weeks,
I had no choice. I had to take him off the payroll
and clear out his locker.
Uh, I'd love to take a look at his things.
Sure, I-I'll have Sharon take you down.
Thank you.
(sighs) His name was Andres, by the way,
but he liked it when we called him andy.
(Sharon) He kept all his personal papers
in his locker. He said it wasn't safe where he lived.
(sniffles)
Sharon? (keys jangling)
How well did you know him?
Oh, don't get the wrong idea. There wasn't anything going on.
I just-- u had a soft spot for him?
Yeah.
He was devoted to his wife.
I saw pictures of his children.
Did you know he was a qualified engineer?
No.
Yeah. Well, not here--at home.
Here his qualifications didn't count for anything,
but he gave up everything to get a better life for them.
(Andy) Sharon was my friend.
She helped me find my way around
and asked for nothing in return.
You okay?
Mm.
(Alex) you, uh, said that the place he was living in
was dangerous. What'd you mean?
I meant for storing things.
He lived in those cheap hostels
where working guys live when they're on the road,
but everything important he kept here.
When Brian took him off the payroll, though,
they just put all the stuff in a bag. Hey! Hey!
(grunts) (clattering)
Whoa!
"Robert Chung." (groans)
You were going through Andy Santiago's things. Why?
I lent him my monkey wrench.
No, you overheard us talking about him, and you wanted
to get to his stuff before we did. Why?
Hey, he dropped this after he took it from Andy's bag.
(laughs) "Jose go home"?
What'd you have against Andy Santiago?
I didn't know the guy.
It's not like he ate down here with the rest of us.
He had to eat in the library upstairs,
like some fancy-pants college professor.
We're not done talking. Sure we are.
Candace, a person named horse mother
Sent you a message. It's horsemama.
Yes. "I have important information
about the product."
Yeah, I have no idea what that means.
Are you conducting some sort of drug operation
out of our offices?
What? No. I'm only--
what-- what is he doing here?
47% of these web sites are not related
to insurance or insurance-related entities.
Kleenex man. Candace, this is your final warning.
You need to rearrange your priorities,
or this cubicle will be your grave... professionally.
Better make the most of it, guys,
'cause if Russell confirms
that Andy Santiago is our John Doe,
All this stuff is gonna get locked into evidence.
I hope she takes a closer look at Robert Chung. I mean,
What was his problem?
This stuff makes me sick-- one long rant
about being "natural born" and not naturalized.
I know this guy. We all know this guy.
He's my grandfather, Mickey Donovan.
He's Walter's great-grandfather. Cecil.
Somewhere up the line in each of our families,
He's there-- the first american,
The guy who came over here and started with nothing
and worked his entire life to build something for his kids
and the future generations he'd never know.
Andres had a plan-- citizenship, career, family.
Everything was going along fine until three months ago,
when he needed that $1,000. We need to know why.
Is that a VISA? I mean the credit card,
not the passport thing-y. Yep. It's never been used.
(Candace) Can I see that?
Well, I can run this by one of the tech guys at work.
Maybe you can use it to somehow pull his credit report?
I mean, there'd be a ton of information about Andy on that.
I'm not sure they're really loving you
over there right now. Yeah, you're probably right.
I will see what I can do on my own time.
That woman, Sharon Gorski, from the association building--
Uh, she said that Andy lived in some kind of hostel.
Walter, maybe you could go check that out. Yes, sir.
What about these letters from home?
I can have someone in the spanish department
translate them for us.
(Alex) Well, it's the weekend.
I'd rather not wait for a school day.
All right. All yours.
Well, I'm assuming that they're letters from his family.
I don't think so. No?
These look like kidnap threats.
"págenos o encontraremos y matarlos."
"pay us in full or we will find them and kill them."
The demand is for 5,000 US dollars.
Someone must have found out there was money comjng in.
Is there anything we can do for the family?
I spoke to the state department an hour ago.
Our embassy in Caracas tried to contact the wife.
The Venezuelan authorities are giving us
their full cooperation.
I take it they didn't find them.
She and the two children fled the apartment
around the time Andy died. Fled?
I'll talk to a friend of mine in the state department.
There may be a case here for humanitarian parole.
It's a special power for letting in aliens without visas,
but it's only for urgent cases.
Urgent cases? A threat to kidnap your family--
It doesn't get any more urgent than that.
It's not an arrest, just questioning.
Hey.
Found something.
So Andy hadn't set up his online access
for that credit card, so I set it up for him.
Candace, that could be considered federal wire fraud.
(sarcastically) Really?
All right. What'd you find?
The card's a prepay. He wasn't using it to spend.
He was loading money onto it.
There's $4,000 on here already.
Well, he needed $5,000. He was $1,000 short.
His, uh, his family had been threatened.
Okay. Well, we know his wages were being sent home,
and he was living off of his overtime,
so how did he manage to save anything at all?
He must have had an outside income somewhere.
You're right. 2 payments a week--that's $250 a month.
From a place called
North Michigan Biological, Incorporated.
Good work. Let's go.
(siren wails in distance)
(woman speaking indistinctly over P.A.)
(lowers voice) North Michigan Biological--
It sounded so much fancier.
Donating plasma? You need to fill out this form.
So what, he was, uh, selling his blood?
Mm, actually, he was donating plasma.
My ex-boyfriend did it
to get his electric guitar out of layaway. Mm.
Plasma you can donate up to two times a week,
35 bucks a pop.
What's the difference between plasma and blood?
Plasma's just the fluid. There's no blood cells in it,
so you replace it faster. (scoffs)
Oh.
That explains Andy's needle tracks.
(woman) Dr. Blair. Dr. Blair. (camera shutter clicks)
(woman) 41.
This place never bothered me. Needles never bothered me.
Just a little sting,
and then I was one step closer to the people I loved.
(shutter clicks) Greg has something.
(clears throat) So that girl said that we should talk.
There's a low-risk diet study, starts in Evanston on Tuesday.
It's 8 days, $500.
50 bucks gets you the recruiter's number.
Do you recognize this guy in this picture? Nope.
What was that about?
Looks like some of these people
are selling more than just their plasma.
See those ads on the board?
Volunteers for paid trials--
Everything from drugs to diet shakes.
What if Andy Santiago wasn't poisoned?
What if he was so desperate to save his family
that he signed up for one of these...
And something went wrong.
All right, we know Andy Santiago needed a quick $1,000.
Maybe he signed on to one of these patient trials,
and that's what got him killed.
What about Robert Chung?
If there's any information to be gotten from him,
Russell's gotta be the one to get it.
I took pictures of all the ads on the bulletin board
at the plasma place. Why don't we find out
what medical trials were taking place in the Chicago area
around the time that Andy Santiago died?
I mean, some people actually make a living
as paid medical volunteers.
Professional guinea pigs? Eh, sounds dangerous and stupid.
Well, I looked it up. They're for real.
I mean, they got web sites and everything.
They share information on where the trials are,
who pays the best, what trials are risky
and which ones are worth the risk,
but it's hard to get them to talk.
I signed up for a trial in med school.
What? You signed up for a trial?
I can't believe you needed the money.
Hey, it was free soda.
Oh, God.
They put some new kind of sweetener in it,
and they wanted to see the effect it had
on the digestive tract. And?
Adverse. Very, very adverse.
Mm-hmm. They paid us in gift vouchers.
But I do remember this one guy that showed up.
And as soon as he found out it wasn't paying cash,
he walked away.
Mm. I wouldn't even wait that long.
Candace is right. For these guys, it's a living.
It can brisky, but for a certain kind of person,
it's also the least demanding job on the planet.
Till it all goes horribly wrong. What are you doing over there?
Some research of my own. Medical thrillers?
Written by doctors who know a thing or two
about worst-case scenarios... and cloning...
and playing God Always with the playing God.
All right, let's start looking in to these tests.
(typing on keyboard)
(indistinct conversations)
Do you have any smoked almonds?
Horsemama!
(lowers voice) You can't be here.
I saw a couple of studies when I was in radiology.
If it's medical, it has to be approved by an I.R.B.--
Institutional Review Board.
And if something goes wrong, they have to be told.
What perfume is that?
Is it Drakkar Noir?
No. What is this?
There's a doctor named Max Rayburn.
He's a top hematics guy.
You say your John Doe had a hemorrhage.
You should go to Dr. Rayburn first.
He has to approve every trial.
Hi.
This nice young woman has been helping me.
I need to have my-- my parking validated.
This is a lottery ticket.
Oh. Did I win?
(sighs) I've warned you about this, candace.
You seem to place more value on your little hobby
than you do on your career in this company.
You're right.
Excuse me?
My "little hobby" puts something good into the world.
Hey, my "little hobby" does more in one day to help people
than this entire building does in a year.
You're making a huge mistake.
Really? Tell that to Tracy Benedict or Tom Bryant
or Andy Santiago.
Who are they?
Peopte who matter.
I quit.
(card clatters)
I have to go, too.
A person doesn't just volunteer
and walk on to one of these patient trials.
What paper did you say you're from?
"The Seattle Bugle."
It's an alternative weekly.
There's a screening process with a physical exam.
And a series of tests,
a lot of very detailed questions.
I don't think your Andy Santiago would have gotten very far.
Why do you say that?
Well, if he's international, then foreign travel
within the last 24 months would have disqualified him.
And, uh, what's your role in all this, Dr. Rayburn?
I review all hematology trials.
If I'm not happy with how it's set up,
the trial doesn't go ahead.
The data would be worthless anyway.
What about when a trial gets underway--
If there's a problem, or something doesn't go to plan,
Do you get tknow about it?
Absolutely. And? What did they find?
Uh, blood in his lungs
And, uh, warfarin in his system.
I've seen no unresolved problems of the kind you describe.
"no unresolved problems."
Is it just me, or is that a strange choice of words?
(Dr. Rayburn) Taxi!
(door closes, tires screech)
(Tyler) What do you think?
I think our questions hit too close to home.
(door opens)
(door closes)
(lowers voice) sign in for what?
I was trained as an engineer in my home country.
As a scientist, you learn about the importance of proof--
Hard evidence, because the eye--it can lie.
Shh.
(indistinct speaking in distance)
And people can lie, too.
Hey! I hope you guys aren't planning on shredding those.
Who are you?
I know who he is.
I'm calling the police.
Why are you questioning me?
They're the ones who entered a private facility.
We're dealing with them, but I'm talking to you.
What's your stake in this private facility, Dr. Rayburn?
None.
It's a rented space for legitimate patient trials,
some of which I'm responsible for approving.
Is it legitimate for a regulator to have a financial interest
in a trial he's regulating?
I'm sure he's feeding you to the wolves right now.
Probably got some hotshot white shoe downtown lawyer
on his way here as we speak. Yeah.
I probably should have slept with him when I had the chance.
I'm Alex Donovan.
I'm not a cop. I'm more of a victim's rights guy.
(Candace) Hey.
(Candace) Who's alex talking to?
Dr. Pretty lady.
She ran a trial that Andy might have been a part of.
Shouldn't you be at work?
Yes, if I still had a job.
I quit.
No. What happened?
Horsemama showed up, uh, Monica flipped out,
and then I said some inspirational
but career-killing things, and I left.
You have to go back. What?
I'm serious. Apologize, like, tomorrow.
You need that job.
Mm-hmm. Says the guy who doesn't seem to actually have a job.
I have so many friends who are looking right now--
like, for months. They think it's gonna be easy,
but it's not. You think you're unhappy now?
I hated that job, Tyler. It paid your rent.
Go back.
I'm just a Phd chasing tenure.
Who am I supposed to call, the hall monitor?
Why was he in such a hurry to look at your work?
I had one volunteer break safety protocol
and walk out of my trial, but he's fine.
I've spoken to him three times.
Was his name Andres Santiago?
No. That name does sound familiar, though.
This guy?
I'd have to check.
(chair thumps) Can I actually go?
They haven't arrested us yet.
So what were you guys testing here?
A derivative of coagulation factor concentrates.
Of course.
A new drug that helps thin blood to clot.
We gave each subject a dose of warfarin first
to thin the blood, and then we measured how long it took
for the new drug to bring the levels back to normal.
So the guy who walked off the test-- He had the warfarin,
but he didn't wait for the reversing agent.
Could the warfarin have killed him?
The dose was well within safe limits.
I could prove to you that no one got hurt, Mr. Donovan.
We're not mad scientists here.
This was one very safe trial.
I found him. I knew I hear his name-- Andres Santiago.
He applied, and I rejected him.
I never saw a person get so upset,
Like I had crushed his dream or something.
But rules are rules.
Why didn't you recognize his picture?
Once I'd done the screening,
I had research nurses deal with the volunteers.
(sighs) Well, how come you turned him down
for the trial-- foreign travel? The thumb prick test.
Santiago fell into that 1/3 of the population
with the gene for warfarin sensitivity.
It's just a genetic diffence,
but it would have increased his risk in the trial.
A normal dose of warfarin could have led to fatal bleeding.
Well, tell me about the other guy--
the guy Max Rayburn was panicking over.
Patient number 12. There were no problems with his screening.
A perfect subject, very low-risk.
Did patient number 12 have a name?
Greg Beaudette.
Wait. Did you say Greg?
(Tyler) Greg Beaudette.
Greg was the name of the guy that I spoke to
at the plasma center.
You should go back there tomorrow morning.
Maybe somebody can confirm if it's the same guy.
He might have sold Andy a contact for another study.
Why did Greg Beaudette walk off the trial?
He didn't say anything to the research nurse,
but when I got him on his cell, he said, "sorry,
but the surf was calling."
(tyler) In illinois?
I think Greg was a drug test cowboy, you know?
One of those, um, professional guinea pigs
funding his lifestyle.
Well, at least we learned something here.
We know that Andy Santiago was trying to sign on
to a patient trial. Maybe there was some other...
(cell phone ring) excuse me.
(ring)
Okay, Grace, I can explain.
Don't bother. We've got some new evidence.
Really? Really.
I'm arresting Robert Chung
for the murder of Andres Santiago.
So how do you explain it, Mr. Chung?
I did not poison him.
But you hated him.
In principle, yeah, but it was nothing personal.
We searched your client's garage.
We found a thousand of these pamphlets
and 2 cases of warfarin-based rat poison.
And 200 lightbulbs and 500 toilet rolls.
I stole it all from the stores at work.
How do I convince you? Please, I'm not a killer. I'm a thief!
So the trial involved warfarin.
Yeah. Andy Santiago had warfarin sensitivity.
He couldn't pass the screening.
So what, we all think it's just a coincidence
that he went on to die with warfarin in his system?
I don't see what else could have happened.
(lowers voice) He's here.
Something happened on that trial,
and I bet you he knows what it is.
Greg registered for the trial,
but all the evence points to Andy being the one
who showed up and who walked off on the day.
After getting the warfarin?
Aren't there guys who make money
sitting exams for other people? You know, uh, ringers.
A screening is just another kind of exam.
So let's ask him.
Like he's just gonna come out and tell us? (grunts)
Stay out of sight.
Idea.
Yeah, Alex,
I'm with Tyler at the plasma center.
Well, things aren't so good here.
I don't think Chung did this.
Well, Tyler's gone out to talk to that Greg guy.
What if there was some kind of deal to get Andy on the trial
under Greg Beaudette's name?
(woman) Dr. Davis, telephone, please.
Dr. Davis, telephone, please.
I joined a diet study on Monday in Bridgeview.
You're not gonna find it on there.
It's 5 days, 80 bucks a day plus all your meals.
50 bucks gets you the recruiter's number.
Don't need it.
Suit yourself.
I got one gig lined up-- sleep deprivation study.
It's gonna pay me enough
to take the rest of the year off and surf. (typing on keyboard)
Stop surfin' the web, start surfin' the waves.
You surf?
Greg Beaudette.
You a regular? Haven't seen you around here before.
I changed my day.
Mm. Let me get you a coffee.
The answer's still gonna be no.
No to what? I haven't asked you anything.
You know the score, Greg.
There's a limited number of places on that study,
and one of 'em's gonna be mine
and you know as well as I do
Caffeine screws up the physical.
They do decaf here.
Come on, Grace.
He's just some guy stealing office supplies on the job.
A guy with a reason to dislike Andy Santiago.
What if this Greg Beaudette got Andy Santiago
onto the drug trial by standing in for him at the physical?
If Andy walked off the trial and started to suffer,
that gives Beaudette motive to stop him getting to treatment.
(beep) Is that Tyler?
(presses key)
Three weeks from now, that's where I'm headed.
Three weeks on sleep deprivation?
It's gonna be brutal man.
Could be worth it though.
That place is three blocks from here.
Chicago area?
(chuckles)
(cell phone rings)
(ring)
Yeah? Okay, dude, good job gaining his confidence.
Now here's an idea for you.
What does that mean?
Is this a joke? Let me talk to your boss.
I didn't get in.
I didn't pass the physical, and now I'm down 10,000 bucks.
Can you believe that? (exhales deeply)
They found some-- some stuff in my blood from the last trial.
I trained for this, dude! 10,000?
Look, man, if you can't do it,
why don't you cut a break to a pal?
We ain't pals, all right? That's my 10 grand.
What if I told you I could still get you a piece of the money
and get you in? Yeah? How?
There's ways and means, man. But there's risks as well.
I'm listening.
I pass the physical. You do the trial.
We split the cash. They know my name.
We use mine. But after what happened the last time,
I'd only do this with another pro.
What happened last time?
This guy needed a quick $1,000.
He tried to get in on a trial. They turned him down.
So I told him I could get him in. Same deal--
I pass the physical. He does the trial.
The next thing I know, I'm getting a call asking
If I'm okay 'cause I walked off the study.
What happened to him?
Nothing. Who knows? Move on.
You don't really care?
He could have been sick or died, even.
You can tell me. I told you, I need to know these things.
I'm a pro, too. Remember?
(grunts)
Ohh. Aah.
(siren wailing in distance)
That was for Andy.
(siren wailing grows louder) your ride's here.
Come on.
(Andy) I was a proud, new american,
and I wanted to bring my family
into the american dream.
Greg Beaudette told me he would use his "influence"
to get me on the trial.
But he lied.
It was his name on the forms, not my own.
I had to walk away.
I could not risk my petition by becoming a criminal.
But it was too late. (coughing)
And then the man who could have saved my life
Chose his own instead.
You can go with the officer. He'll take your statement.
Okay.
So what's the word on Andy's family?
We're getting them out.
It wasn't for nothing.
I lost my life that night,
but my dream lives on,
for my wife and for my children.
My name is Andres Santiago.
(indistinct conversations)
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