DR. MOSS: What are you doing?
DR. LOZA: The patient was vomiting when she got to the ER
and Dr. Katz diagnosed probable gastroenteritis
(pager beeping) but I noticed in her file
she'd been having headaches for three weeks
And upon exam I found a subtle visual field deficit.
So you ordered an MRI and found the brain mass.
At what point did you decide it was smart
to transfer her to another hospital?
NYPH has the best neurosurgery department
in the city. (pager beeping)
We are perfectly capable of performing this surgery here.
All due respect,
the mass is impinging on this lady's brain stem
and our best neurosurgeon's up in the Catskills.
This transfer is the best chance she's got.
She's hypertensive and her pulse is falling.
If something happens to her enroute
we're going to be liable!
Don't ever do this again.
(pager beeping)
For the last few hours she's been getting
progressively more hypertensive and brachychardic.
We have to control her intracranial pressure.
And 100 of mannitol and give her 250 dexamethasone.
NURSE: Who'll be receiving the patient?
A doctor Nathan Friedman, it's all in the order.
(helicopter whirring)
(pager beeping)
(whirring)
There was a code blue at Dr. Loza's ward around 11:30 P.M.
She was paged repeatedly but didn't show up,
so, the staff got concerned.
When was the last time anybody saw her?
She was up on the roof
for a transport around, uh, 10:00 P.M.
Now, did anything out of the ordinary
happen during her shift?
Define out of the ordinary.
Dr. Loza handles up to 30 patients at a time.
With any number of illnesses.
Sounds like she's under a lot of pressure.
Any chance she just up and quit?
If she was an intern I'd say, "Sure."
But as a third-year resident she's seen it all by now.
This one is hers.
Mr. Cooper, what's the number you use to page doctors here?
555-0100.
Okay, thanks.
I'll leave you to it, then.
All right, thank you.
(phone dialing)
Hey, Viv, it's Martin.
Listen, um, our missing person received ten pages
from a nonhospital number about an hour before she disappeared.
Yeah, would you run it for me?
Yeah, it's, uh, 718-555-0132.
Okay, thanks.
She received ten pages
from that number last night.
Sorry.
What about this card? Anybody send her flowers?
Not that I know of.
How about her boyfriend?
Well, maybe.
Are there any, uh, nurses or residents
that may have a problem with Dr. Loza?
Erica's the resident everybody loves to hate.
She's got great instinct, she's quick on her feet,
unlike some slackers
she'll go above and beyond for her patients.
I understand that the two of you had an altercation last night.
Erica authorized a patient's transfer without my consent.
Is that something she's done before?
No, but yesterday wasn't her finest day.
And why is that?
One of her patients suffered
massive internal bleeding.
Why did Mr. Lewis crash?
He developed a hemothorax post-op.
Well, how the hell did that happen?
I'm not sure yet.
He was fine when I did my rounds. Is that her?!
Is that the bitch that put my dad into a coma?!
Mr. Lewis, I'm Dr. Loza.
What did you do to him?!
Your father is in our I.C.U. He is stable and on pressors.
He could die at any moment.
I understand you're upset but--
I don't want some beaner M.D.
from San Juan treating my dad!
What did you say to me?
Security!
Nobody talks to me like that!
I swear to God,
if something happens to him...
I will bury you!
You hear me?!
We're used to grieving families
but Mr. Lewis was out of control.
What happened to Mr. Lewis' father?
He, uh, passed away in our I.C.U.
Dr. Loza responsible for that?
I'm not at liberty to say.
Can we dispense with the protocol, please?
You'll need a subpoena. It's hospital policy.
I'll get a subpoena but if Dr. Loza dies
while we're waiting for it, what are you going to do?
Lay it off on the hospital policy?
I'm sorry.
I can't help you.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
He's the son of one of Erica's patients.
He threatened her at the hospital last night.
I've never seen him before.
Okay, what about this card? Does it mean anything to you?
No, I'm sorry.
And how long have you two been together?
On and off for five years since she was in med school.
Can't be easy dating somebody
so committed to their work.
I guess I just got used to it.
Do you mind giving us a writing sample?
ELENA: Please?
You guys think I did something to her?
I'm in love with Erica, why would I hurt her?
You tell us.
Look, so, maybe things haven't been perfect between us lately.
What happened, did you have a fight?
This isn't about me.
Then what is it about?
I think she's been hiding something.
Erica...
Hey! Oh, what are you doing here?
Dr. Moss said I could find you down here.
What's wrong?
I just spoke to our travel agent.
She said you cancelled our trip to St. Lucia.
Um... What the hell's going on, babe?
They, uh, they rescheduled the boards prep for that week.
No, are you serious?
We've been planning on this thing for months.
I know, I don't know what to tell you.
I have to take that course.
And so you just cancelled the trip without even talking to me?
I'm sorry, but I've been making choices by myself
since I was six years old.
Oh, now you're going to throw
growing up in foster care
in my face?
You know what my career means to me.
Yeah, I do.
Seth, come back. Stop!
I called the hospital last week to get her
alternate vacation dates.
But they told me there were
no prep courses scheduled for that week.
So, she's not only hiding something from you,
she lied to you.
I guess so.
She make a habit of that?
No, I mean, I didn't think so.
I would've called her out on it but...
she never came home.
(elevator dings)
DANNY: Hey...
The same day Loza's travel agent
refunded her credit card for that vacation,
she took out a $5,000 cash advance.
Oh, well, maybe that five grand's connected
to that threatening note.
M-Maybe.
Well, how are you doing on the foster care?
Well, Loza went into the system when she was six.
She got bounced from home to home till she was 12
and was ultimately placed with, uh, a Camilla Russo.
Any chance this Russo lives in Long Island City?
Red Hook. Why?
Okay, check this out.
Because look here.
We tracked the pages that Loza got
to a payphone at the corner of 23rd and Queens Plaza.
All right, I'm going to put an agent on the phone
and get NYPD to canvass the area.
Okay. (phone ringing)
Johnson.
Yeah.
Well, haul him in.
Thanks.
New York State Police
just picked up Peter Lewis on a DUI.
I shouldn't have been driving; I know that.
Take your aspirin.
Well, my old man passed away.
Just take your aspirin.
This isn't about your DUI.
We're looking for Dr. Erica Loza.
Apparently you said some pretty harsh things to her last night.
Yeah, damn right I did.
My dad checks into the hospital to get a pacemaker.
Next thing I know, he's dead.
Well, that would give you plenty of motive
to do something to her, wouldn't you say?
Except I-- I didn't do anything to her.
According to our records, um,
you were escorted from the hospital at, uh, 8:50 P.M.
Your bartender says you didn't get to the bar till 1:00 A.M.
You called McGills? You bet we did.
We're also checking every camera within a block of that hospital.
And if we find something that shows you did something to her,
No, I didn't, I didn't do anything, okay?
I wasn't, I wasn't waiting for her.
I was, I was calling people about my dad.
I was on the phone to my sister when the doctor came out.
Wait, I'll call you right back.
There are at least six vials of morphine
and a jar of hydrocodone missing.
And what do you want from me, Ana? I want you to find out
which one of your interns is stealing drugs
and deal with them. Excuse me?
I know my nurses, all right?
They're not stupid enough to steal drugs.
They've got kids and mortgages. They need their jobs.
And residents don't? No, they don't!
They just pass through here
and do whatever the hell they need to do to get licensed.
Look, I'm giving you a day to handle this
or I'm going to report it, and then it won't just be
your intern's ass on the line, you understand?
It kind of explained some things.
How do you mean?
Doctors on drugs making mistakes,
and patients like my dad paying the price.
And what happened to Dr. Loza after that?
I don't know, she took off.
You don't happen to know the name
of the nurse, do you?
Yeah, yeah, I checked. Her name is, uh, Ana Griggs.
Yeah, I figured I needed to know that for my lawsuit.
Look, uh, can I go now?
No. Not until I verify your story.
In the meantime, sober up.
The nurses do inventory every 12 hours.
Ana Griggs did the last one at 9:30 P.M. last night.
Hmm, ladies first. Thank you.
Hey, Lucy, where are we on the footage?
I've looked through the first seven hours.
Thirteen entries into that supply closet
and so far it's all pharm techs and nurses.
The scanned ID comes up here and I'm matching it to the footage.
Okay, how many are left? Six more.
Next one is George Young, a pharmacy tech.
Wait a minute.
Is that Erica?
Well, it's definitely not George Young.
(computer whirring)
Where were you last night?
At home.
You never left?
What's this about?
This is about you stealing drugs from the hospital
with Dr. Erica Loza and selling them on the street.
What? Erica?
You've got to be kidding me.
Yesterday afternoon she stole six vials of morphine
and a 200 count container of hydrocodone tablets
using your key pass.
I lost my key pass yesterday.
Why didn't you tell anybody about it?
Because I found it a little later.
Come on, quit lying to us, George.
I'm not lying!
You know, maybe you thought she was going to turn on you
so you killed her.
No! Look, we're not dope dealers.
Erica and I are just friends from church.
Wait a minute!
I had lunch with her
yesterday, a-and I swear about an hour later
is when I noticed my key pass was gone.
Okay, so, what? You're saying she stole it?
I know, it's weird.
But lately, I think Erica's been going through some things.
Hey, you okay?
Oh, hi.
A tough day in there, huh?
No, no. Nothing like that.
You want to talk about it?
No, thanks. It's not important.
You ever feel like a hypocrite?
Every time I tell my son to study.
You don't know what it took to get where I am.
Well, actually, I do.
It's pretty impressive.
That's not what I meant.
There are things I've done...
people I've hurt to get what I wanted.
We all got regret.
When I was little, I got sick a lot.
I remember going to the free clinic to see the doctor.
I was always amazed by how important he was
to so many people.
I needed to matter so badly.
I decided right then that's what I wanted to do.
And I did what I had to do to get what I wanted.
But now...
all I can see is how cruel and selfish I've become.
You're not cruel and selfish.
Yes, I am.
And the worst thing is, I don't know if I can change.
Did she tell you what she felt so guilty about?
No.
But do you think it might be connected
to her stealing drugs?
I don't know, man.
But if Erica did do that,
there's got to be something else going on.
DR. MOSS: Erica is not a drug user.
Then why was she stealing drugs from the hospital?
I don't know. This is the first I've heard about it.
What exactly put Mr. Lewis in a coma?
He has nothing to do with this.
Dr. Loza steals drugs from the hospital
on the same day a patient that she is attending dies.
And you expect me to believe that this is a coincidence?
What do you want from me?
The truth.
Was Loza high when she was attending Mr. Lewis post-op
which resulted in his death?
What are you covering up?
I'm not covering up anything.
Then tell me what I need to know.
Okay, if you don't tell me what I need to know,
I'm going to tip off the DOH
that you have doctors who are using drugs
under your supervision.
Look...
Mr. Lewis' hemothorax wasn't Erica's fault.
Then whose fault was it?
An intern by the name of Ian Geddes.
MARTIN: Mr. Geddes?
Special Agent Fitzgerald, Agent Taylor.
What am I doing here? I'm missing work.
We're looking for Dr. Erica Loza.
I don't know where she is.
Why don't you take a seat?
So, we hear you killed one of her patients yesterday.
I'm not at liberty to talk about this.
We also hear your career might be over.
There's a hospital inquiry going on right now
and it's going to show--
--That you punctured his subclavian vein
while inserting an IV and you killed him.
That's not the whole story.
Why were you working on Dr. Loza's patient, anyway?
Look, I don't even know.
She asked me to cover for her
but when I couldn't insert Mr. Lewis' line...
I got frustrated.
So I went looking for her.
Hey...
Erica!
Ian, what the hell are you doing here?
Mr. Lewis needs a new line.
ERICA: Just go back upstairs!
MAN: Hurry up, let's go!
What's this?
I told you no witnesses.
He's just an intern.
But now he's seen us!
Where are you taking this patient?
You shouldn't have came down here.
You're right.
Stop it! Get off him!
Please, just get him out of here.
You keep your mouth shut.
(patient groaning)
Listen to me. You never saw anything, understand?
Just get back upstairs. Now!
So who was this patient?
I don't know.
I didn't see him on our floor.
MARTIN: Why the hell didn't you
report this in the first place?
I was waiting to confront Erica
but when she got back, Mr. Lewis was already crashing.
I figured I already had enough to deal with.
Viv, I got some info on the patient
that Erica smuggled to this guy.
He's an 18 year old male
who was brought into the ER three days ago
with a broken nose, broken ribs, and internal bleeding.
The patient have a name?
No, unfortunately, whoever brought him in
gave all fake information.
Erica removing a patient from the hospital is a big risk.
I mean, she could lose her medical license.
Yeah, you know, I'll bet you that gunman threatened her.
Which could mean that he had to get rid of her
in order to cover his tracks.
We got a hit off the prints from that ER admit form.
A ten point match.
Thank you, Roger.
Let me see this.
Okay...
Jeff Ellis, minor charges.
Possession, petty larceny, uh...
Viv, take a look at this.
This is interesting.
Not only did he check the patient in,
but two days later he smuggled him out.
I don't know where Jeff is at.
Mm-hmm.
But he lives here, right?
But I don't keep tabs on him.
You seen this girl?
No. (clears throat)
What happened to your eye?
It's none of your business.
You want me to match
the other one?
What, you trying to tell me you patched that up yourself?
If I find out Dr. Loza's been here and you're lying to me,
I'm gonna arrest you right now.
No. Look...
All right.
She fixed my cut, but that's all that happened.
We were supposed to meet here tomorrow morning,
but Jeff kept paging me about an hour ago,
and I couldn't get back to him.
What do you want me to do? Jeff's not here.
I have to find him.
I'm a doctor, and his friend Dom is in bad shape.
Yeah, well, Jeff said he'd be fine, so...
No.
Something must have gone wrong.
Dom's got three broken ribs and internal bleeding.
He needs to be on morphine and antibiotics.
Maybe you give me the stuff, I'll make sure he gets it.
Do you know how to dilute morphine with saline
and administer the exact dosage?
Uh, no.
But maybe you could show me.
Look, Pam...
I get that Jeff's your boyfriend,
and you're trying to protect him and Dom from Yuri,
but I owe these guys.
I owe them my life.
What happened to your eye?
Nothing.
It's fine.
I have a suture kit in my bag.
I can fix that cut in ten minutes, if you let me in.
Please.
I'm not the cops.
I'm just trying to help.
All right.
Come in.
Jeff called an hour later.
He said he needed her help.
So Erica talked to him and then she split.
And where'd she go?
I don't know.
And I didn't ask.
That way if Yuri comes back, I can't tell him anything,
no matter what he does.
Yuri do that to your eye?
What'd your boyfriend do to piss him off?
Yuri hijacks trucks in New Jersey.
Jeff did a job for him, but it must have gone bad,
'cause Yuri went after Dominic, gave him a beat down,
then he came after me.
Dom, Dominic...? Dominic Mancuso?
Yeah, he's an old buddy of Jeff's.
Okay.
So, listen, the call from Jeff to Pam's apartment
came from another pay phone in Long Island City,
less than a mile from the one that paged Erica
right before she went missing.
We should re-canvass between them with Jeff and Dom's pictures.
Start with motels and SROs
since Dom's not mobile.
Okay, do we know anything more about him?
Well, he doesn't have a record,
it turns out he lived in the same foster home
with Erica from '94 to '97.
When she lived with Camilla Russo?
Yep, and Jeff Ellis was there, too.
So when was the last time you saw Jeff or Dominic?
Little Dom-- I haven't seen him since he was a kid,
but I did run into Jeff, though,
a few months, uh, back.
It was at the Fulton Street soup kitchen.
So... what's he done?
He found Erica,
and it looks like he convinced her
to sneak Dominic out of the hospital.
(sighs)
That day at the soup kitchen,
I told Jeff about Erica's residency at St. Agatha's.
Ooh, he was mad, he was mad.
He just stormed off.
Really? Why would he be upset about that?
When Erica was in eighth grade,
I had to have an emergency hysterectomy.
I had no health insurance.
Within the year, I was practically bankrupt.
Oh, hustle!
Hey, Jeff, give him a break.
The ball is bigger than he is.
(laughs)
Camilla?
Oh, hey, pussycat.
Come, sit, watch.
The boys are playing.
A man from the bank just called.
He said you left your coat there today.
Well, that's very nice of him.
Is this about those bills I saw on your desk?
They all say "final notice."
Hey, hey,
not past that hydrant.
(whistling): Come on back.
That's it.
We'll talk about it at dinner, okay?
About what?
It's complicated.
You're going to send us back, aren't you?
Look, Erica.
I'm up to my eyeballs in medical bills, you know?
The state aid isn't enough.
The, the bank is threatening to take the house, the car.
We're all going to wind up on the street.
But where are we supposed to go?
Who's going to take us? Erica,
it'll be okay.
I promise.
I've lived in eight homes before this.
At every one of them,
I got beat up just for getting good grades.
I want to keep you... but I can't.
I can't keep you all.
I'll, I'll get a job after school.
I can work weekends.
Oh, baby girl,
I wish, I wish that would be enough, but it won't be.
Please, Camilla?
There you go.
Then keep me.
Just me.
I need to stay here.
I won't make it otherwise.
Please.
Shh... be okay.
I knew that Erica had a, had a chance
at making something out of her life,
you know, but, uh, Dom and Jeff--
they needed more than, than I could give.
It was the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
And were you able to find them a place to live?
There were no takers for two boys with discipline problems.
A group home, huh?
Yep, you got it.
I tried to visit.
Jeff would just curse me out, and Dom...
Yeah, and were they aware of Erica's decision?
I took responsibility for that,
but Jeff could never forgive either one of us.
Never.
Jeff called Pam from the pay phone down the street.
The manager confirms that they checked in yesterday.
What room?
Number nine.
Jeff Ellis, FBI, open up!
You ready?
FBI!
Get down!
Don't move!
Hey. Get off me!
DANNY: I got a gun on you.
Get on the floor. On the floor!
Where's Erica Loza?
Where is she?
I haven't seen Erica since I was, like, 11 years old.
We have a witness
who saw you and Erica break Dominic
out of the hospital yesterday,
so I'm going to ask you one more time:
where the hell is she?
I don't know.
DANNY: Did you kill her?
I didn't touch her.
I didn't ask you if you touched her.
I asked you if you killed her.
Did you kill her?
No.
Look, she's-- she went out, all right?
She went to go buy bus tickets.
She's supposed to be helping Dom and I get out of town.
Tickets to where?
I don't kn-- she said Ohio, okay?
She should be back by now.
See, here's the thing that I don't understand.
Why would Erica go out of her way...
to help you?
She owed us.
Simple as that.
If we don't get him out of here now,
Yuri will find us and he will take Dom out.
Patients don't get murdered in hospitals.
You don't know these guys, Erica.
They think I stole from them.
Did you?
No.
I didn't, I swear.
I'll make sure security keeps an eye
on the room. No,
that's not good enough.
They'll just follow us when he gets released
or when he gets sent to County.
Then, if you're this worried,
we should call the police.
Man, are you slow?
That ain't going to do anything.
We have to get him out of here now.
I'm not going to let him leave before he's ready.
So it's still the same with you, huh?
Just do what you got to do, and screw the rest of us.
I don't know why I thought
you would have changed.
Excuse me, nurse.
I'm looking for
a Dominic Mancuso.
Can you spell the name?
Begins with M.
I'm sorry, sir.
There's nobody here with that name.
You sure?
He's about five-ten, dark hair.
He came in really torn up.
He's not on the intake log.
Maybe I'll take a look around myself.
See if I can find him.
I can't let you do that.
You know, patient privacy rights and all that.
Right.
Well, if he does turn up,
tell him I'm thinking of him.
I'll see what I can do,
but like I said, there's no one by that name.
(over P.A.): Dr. Forrest, dial 118 please.
Dr. Forrest,
please dial 1-1-8.
When she saw him, she knew what I meant.
So, we got Dom out of there
and she's been taking care of him all night.
All right, what's Yuri's last name?
(sighs)
Ovsenko.
All right, thanks a lot.
Well, if she bought tickets, she didn't use her credit card.
Look, she went to go buy tickets.
If she didn't show up there,
then I don't know what happened to her.
All right, here's what we're gonna do.
We're gonna to talk to Dominic.
And if I find out you've been lying to us,
well, uh...
we're not going to be as nice as we've been so far, okay?
Let's go.
Come on.
(sighs)
Where'd the doc go?
I need something for the pain.
He'll be back in a minute.
He just went to see if he could find a priest.
I'm supposed to ask you
if there any immediate family members or friends
that you would like to see before...
...before you go.
Go where?
Unfortunately, um... you have a pulmonary embolism,
and with the other injuries that you sustained,
they can't give you any blood thinner.
So it's just a question of time now.
To hell with this, man.
I told Jeff he should have never hooked up with Yuri.
And now you're the one who's paying the ultimate price.
Listen, Dom...
since you're in this position...
is there anything that you want to...
get off your chest,
that you want to talk about before you go?
Like what?
Dom, listen to me.
If the cops find Erica dead, they're gonna pin it on Jeff.
The jury's going to believe that.
And unfortunately...
you're not going to be around to contradict that.
So if you're trying to protect him,
it-it's just not going to work.
If you find her body, it ain't 'cause he killed her.
Then who did?
It wasn't supposed to be like this.
She promised she'd help us start fresh.
But first we had to deal with Yuri.
I need to know what really happened, right now.
What really happened is that crap-for-brains
over here decided
to put his paws in my business.
Now here we are.
All right, tell her the truth.
Tell her why I did it.
Jeff?
I was jacking trucks for this guy named Yuri.
I had to unload a pallet of iPods to a hookup
in Queens and take the money back to him. You told me
you didn't steal from him.
I didn't. Your patient over here did.
And he thought it was a great idea
to hide it from me, to make a point.
Dom, these guys nearly killed you.
Tell him where the money is.
No, you don't get it, do you?
It doesn't matter.
If I bring back the money right now,
I'm still as good as dead.
Then I'll give it to him.
You?
He wants his money back, right?
I'll say I took it from you.
Dom...
tell me where it is.
No. Jeff's got to promise.
All right, I promise, okay?
I'm done.
I'm done with Yuri, I'm done with all of it.
It's in a duffle bag in a storage locker
at the Castle Hill Y.
The key's in my jacket.
I'm going to give him his money back.
And then you're going to leave town.
I have money to set you up.
Do we have a deal?
Sure.
Give me the key.
Then you guys showed up before we heard back from her.
Where was she taking the money?
Yuri's got an empty building
up in the Bronx.
Behind his wheel and tire on East 167th and Third Avenue.
You'll be happy to know your blood work checks out great
and you should be out of here in no time.
What about me dying?
Wow.
Wow, it's a miracle.
It's all there.
Now you made me lose count.
I have to start all over again.
Or you can tell me
where Jeff and Dom are.
And then, I'll give you the money.
I don't know where they are.
(chuckles)
Like you didn't know where they were at the hospital?
(clicks tongue)
MAN (over radio): Blue team in position.
Hold until we get a visual on the suspect.
All right, exits covered.
MAN #2 (over radio): Red team holding at back entrance.
Sierra One has a green light.
You protected your friends.
I like that.
Maybe you can be my friend, too, hmm?
I'm leaving.
I don't think so.
The debt's not paid.
(inaudible)
You got your money!
You have your money!
But the delay was costly.
So now,
either you or your friends
are going to pay me back!
He's got a gun! Take him down.
(gunshot, glass shatters)
(body thuds)
FBI!
It's okay. Come on.
Erica?
Come here. It's okay. Come on, go.
(garbled radio transmission)
Hey, Erica.
I'm Martin Fitzgerald. I'm with the FBI.
Hi. How are you doing?
You okay?
I'm fine.
There are two guys at the Queensboro Motel in LIC,
one of them is injured. We know.
We know. Dominic's back at the hospital.
Is he okay?
Yeah, he, he's going to be fine.
How did you find them?
Looking for you.
I didn't know what to do.
I owed them.
I think you paid your debt.
Can you give me a ride to the hospital?
Yeah, I'd be glad to, but, uh...
I think you might want to ask him.