02x15 - John Doe

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02x15 - John Doe

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I'm telling you,
I don't belong here.

Bug, I say this from a place of love.

Stop whining.

I'm just not suited to field duty.

Well, come on,
everybody does a tour.

You're a Medical Examiner.
Death is your life.

My place is in the morgue.

You know, the bodies come in
in an orderly fashion.

They're like puzzles, complex equations
for me to figure out.

Out here, they're more like...

People?

Exactly.

Well, I hate to geld your groove,
but that's exactly what they are.

Oh, excuse me.

Uh, what have we got?

Dead vagrant.

Gee, you don't mince words, do you?

What else are you gonna call him?

Looks to be homeless, no ID.

Body was found by
kids ditching school.

b*at to death by the looks of it.

Well, not here, he wasn't.

Uh, no signs of a struggle,
and I see drag marks.

That ought to bust things wide open.

Detective Rohrbach, is it?

You bring this gung ho attitude
to every case?

Look at what we're dealing with.

Guy was half dead from the booze.

His skin didn't go all yellow
like that from a suntan.

Anything else about
his skin color bother you?

That's not what this is about.

No?
If he were some Irish Catholic kid,

you think we'd be standing here
having this conversation?

I gotta take this.

You do that.

I bet it's something pressing.

God, that guy is a jerk.

Uh, he is who he is.
Save your breath.

That's what I do.

Liver temp puts time of death
around midnight, give or take.

How do you think
he got these scratches?

It's hard to say.

He's got something in his hand.

A photograph.

East Boston Park

Garret Macy, M.E.'s office.

No one else is here yet?

You look a little queasy.
Is this your first homicide?

Oh, man.

Yeah.

Gets easier.
It's just part of the job.

Body in the car?

This is tough stuff.

I won't think less of you
if you need to toss your cookies.

No. No, I'm better now.
I'm fine.

Did you know this guy,
Kevin Strahan?

I don't think so.
Why?

He's a cop.
Bug.

Uh, sorry.

I was just w...
wo... wondering

if I should expect
his next of kin or...

No. No, not for now.
He's a John Doe.

Everything okay, Bug?

You... you seem
a little quiet lately or...

No, I'm fine.

Who's she?

She's John Doe's wife,
old girlfriend, maybe.

How do you know?

He was holding her picture
when he d*ed,

and the smudges on it
are from his lips.

Well, I...
I hope you find out who he is.

I intend to.

Sorry I'm late.

I got pulled into backing up Macy
on that cop sh**ting.

Oh, of course.
It's a priority case.

I don't play favorites, Bug.

You know that.

So what's the latest on John Doe?

Well, prior to being dumped
in the vacant lot,

his body was transported in a boot.

Whose boot,
the Jolly Green Giant's?

Boot as in trunk of a car.

And a brief trip
judging from the lividity pattern.

I recovered some fibers from his hair that
matched fiber from trunk lining material.

And there's more.

That's already a lot, Bug.

We may be able to narrow down
the make of the car.

I identified the dye in the fiber
as TM-six-three-nine,

Crimson Red,
found only in one of these.

Chrysler Fifth Avenue,
'eighty-five to 'eighty-seven.

Wow, I should show up late
more often.

As you can see,
he took a severe b*ating.

But he didn't want to die.

He fought back.

But his attacker was big and strong.

And without mercy.

This looks like
it was made by a shoe.

Specifically, Everwear Five-eighty
steel-toed work boots.

Size thirteen.

Bug, you're on fire.

Is there something behind this
that I should know about?

Just back in my element, that's all.

A thin, blade-like object
hit him here,

hard enough to score the bone.

What's this?

This black stuff on his feet?

Kids and cops,
two cases I hate to see.

Nothing much to report thus far.

Um, he was looking dead ahead
at the moment of impact.

Never saw it coming.

Based on the powder burns,
he was sh*t at close range...

with this b*llet.

Where'd you get that?

Body bag.
Must have come out during transport.

Run it, see what you come with.

Consider it done.

Oh, there's also this,

which may explain why
Officer Strahan didn't see the sh**t.

I could smell liquor on him,
but blood alcohol of point three-one?

Right, so the body must not
have had time to metabolize it,

which means he was drinking right
up to the point he d*ed.

It's weird.

How so?

There was no bottle in the car.

Doctor Macy,

you have a visitor
in the conference room.

Mrs. Strahan.

I'm Garret Macy.

Thanks for seeing me.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

We work closely with police officers here,
and any time something like this hap...

How did my husband die?

Nobody will give me
a straight answer.

He was sh*t.

m*rder*d.

It looks that way.

Mrs. Strahan, I have someone here
who you can talk to.

It's funny. When the phone
rang this morning, I...

I couldn't pick it up.
I just... let it ring, and...

in my heart, I knew.

He was a good man,
was a good cop.

That's probably
why they k*lled him.

I'm sorry, who's they?

Probably could have been
any number of people.

My husband was
a witness for the D.A.

in a police corruption investigation.

Didn't make him very popular.

What do you got for us, Nige?

Mmm, I'll have you know,
I put aside a b*llet analysis for Doctor Macy

in order to study
your unidentified dark substance.

Well, perhaps we should kneel down
and kiss your bottom.

You are a dour,
ungrateful little man.

Guys, guys, can we just focus here?

I know I can.

Now, analysis of the viscosity
and composition shows it

to be none other than liquid asphalt,

used by city crews
as a road paving primer.

Then John Doe must have trod on it.

That is the classic method for
getting things on one's feet, yeah.

Is there any way to find out
where paving's being done in the city?

Ask and you shall receive.

According to Boston Public Works,

these are all the active roadwork sites
where the primer's being used.

We sure have plenty to choose from.

Well, not necessarily.

The samples we got from John Doe were
largely free of contamination, right?

Meaning he stepped in the stuff
right before he d*ed.

Okay, the body was discovered in an alley
on the thirteen hundred block of Palmer Street.

Here.

In any case,

these are the nearest sites.

But Palmer's a one way street.

Whoever dumped his body must have
come from this direction.

That's where
we should start looking.

I'd say it's time we give
Detective Rohrbach a call.

Do you mind if I do the honors?

Big news on the b*llet
that k*lled Officer Strahan.

One of the b*ll*ts.
I just found a second one.

It's a three eighty-five
from a Beretta.

How is that big news?

When I ran the b*llet through
the CoBis database,

I got a match.

I'd really like
if you got to the point.

Um, the Beretta in question was
confiscated eight months ago...

by the Boston Police.

Detective Rohrbach,

finally mustering up
a little interest?

I'm not in the mood, okay?

Why not?
We damn near solved the case for you.

What are you talking about?

John Doe, the homeless guy
on Palmer Street.

We lost one of
our own this morning, lady.

That's why I'm here.

Bug, my colleague,
didn't he call you?

No.

Chrysler: Fifth Avenue

Buck's Tavern.

How about that?

Someone must have opened
a "New Deli" around here.

New Delhi.

Hey, I get it.

That... that's a scream.

I'm pretty sure you're lost, friend.

You're in the wrong place.

No.

I'm definitely in the right place.

Maybe you're not catching my drift.

Is this how it happened?

He came in here into your bar and
you took offense to the color of his skin?

You threw him out,
but you didn't stop there, did you?

Who was he?

Who... was who?

The man you kicked to death
with those size thirteen boots.

Okay, Mister...

mmm, Mister Vijay-a-rag-haven-satya...
Boston PD: Interrogation Room

Vijayaraghavensatyanaryanamurthy.

Anyway, how about
you explain yourself.

I was following leads.

On John Doe?

That's not your job, it's mine.

Well, I was inspired by
your enthusiasm.

Watch your mouth.

Only reason you're not in lock-up
is professional courtesy.

Yeah, I can feel the love.

You think this is a joke?

You cracked open the head of one...

Wayne Bifford.

You put him in the hospital.

He has a fractured skull.

I thought I hit him
harder than that.

I'm gonna give you some advice.

Stop talkin'
and hire a lawyer.

I don't need a lawyer.

Yeah, you do.

Bifford's gonna file charges.
He says you att*cked him.

Not true.
I was defending myself.

And not to mention the fact
that he k*lled John Doe.

He says he doesn't know
anything about it.

What do you expect him to say?

How is what you say
carry any more weight?

You don't have any hard evidence
Bifford k*lled anyone.

No, he doesn't.

But I do.

Lab results showing that

blood found on the rear bumper of
Bifford's Chrysler is a match to John Doe.

So, can he go now?

For now.

That doesn't mean this is over.

I'm seeing a whole new
side of you, Bug.

I gotta tell you, I'm not liking it.

Listen, I appreciate all the trouble
you went through with the car and the...

Trouble that started when
you b*at up a guy in a bar fight.

What is this?
What were you thinking?

I don't know.

Well, that should tell you
something right there.

You should have called me.

I did call you.

In the...
I mean, before.

Before you went to the bar.

You know how many hoops
I had to jump through

to keep Macy
from hearing about this?

Look, I didn't mean for it
to happen, okay?

Well, you led me to believe
you were calling Rohrbach.

You lied to my face.

Tell me why you did it.

You need to step back,
just take a few days off.

You don't have the authority
to tell me to take time off.

- I'm a...
- Of course I don't.

I'm telling you this as a friend,
as someone who's been where you are.

Just walk away, Bug.

Can't do it.

Why not?
You solved John Doe's case.

- You got the guy...
- Nothing's solved,

not as long as we're still
calling him John Doe.

- Nigel.
- Hey.

Uh, Jordan just called.

Sounds like they're arresting a guy
for John Doe's m*rder.

Oh, due in no small part to my efforts,
thank you very much.

Uh, she thinks Bug's gotten
a little obsessed with the case.

Really?
What makes her think that?

She didn't really say.

But... but I've noticed he hasn't
been himself, haven't you?

Not really, no.

I mean, our little Bugster's morose
and brooding by nature.

Jordan thinks you and I should
try talking to him, separately.

And tell him what?

Well, you're his friend.

Just, you know, make yourself
available to him.

Alright, s... so be supportive,
compassionate, that sort of thing.

Right.

You think he'll buy that
coming from me?

Do you have a moment,
Doctor Macy?

Ms. Walcott, you're late.

I didn't know
we had an appointment.

Whenever we get a cop k*lling,
two kinds of people always come by.

Other cops and A.D.A.'s.

I haven't seen a soul
from your office until just now.

Why is that?

Well, the truth is, we don't view it
as a straight cop k*lling.

Am I missing something?

Strahan was a cop
and he was k*lled.

It's our position it was su1c1de.

su1c1de?

I pulled two b*ll*ts
out of the man's head.

We've all seen it before.

su1c1de victim survives the initial sh*t
then fires a second one.

Sure, but a victim who sh**t himself twice
dies and then gets rid of the g*n,

that's a real first.

Someone may have taken it
from the scene.

Like who? Yeah, the g*n didn't
belong to Strahan.

It was a seized w*apon that should
have been in police custody.

That, if anything,
points to an inside job.

Strahan probably took it
from lock-up to use as a throwdown.

This man was a witness, your witness,
in a police corruption case.

His body says
homicide all the way.

Why you pushing the least likely
scenario here?

We see it as a su1c1de.

It'd be good if you got
on board with that.

Autopsy: John Doe

Hey.

Hey.

Just thought I'd pop in.

You know, it seems that
we've been so busy uh, lately,

you and I, that we rarely spend time
together as mates anymore.

Does that ever strike you?

No.

So, checking
the stomach contents, hey?

- What do you want?
- Nothing.

Alright,

I suppose I just wanted to let you
know that um, my door is open.

Your door?

Well, I mean, what I really mean
to say is that...

if you ever just feel like...

talking,

I'm there for you.

Why are you talking like this?
What's wrong with you?

Nothing's wrong with me.

"I'm there for you?"

Yeah.

I mean, what Englishman in the history
of the world has ever said those words?

Jordan sent you, didn't she?

No.

Oh, you are so transparent.

I mean, is there anyone less qualified
to carry off this charade?

Look, if you want to be there for me,
just make it from further away, okay?

What can I get you?

How about some information?

I asked around about Strahan.

Mostly, I hear he was true blue.

Mostly?

Well, there was some talk that the reason
he was a witness was to cut a deal.

Meaning he was corrupt.

It's rumor. I don't put stock in it.
Neither should you.

Two sh*ts, a g*n from police lock-up
and a dirty cop.

Well...

possibly dirty cop.

You tell me, how does Walcott
add all that up and get su1c1de?

g*n powder residue on his hands?

Car's an enclosed space.
There was residue everywhere.

Was Strahan boozed up?

Come on, Max.
What do you know about this?

Look, I may be retired,
but I'm still a cop.

Look, I'm the one trying to keep
Strahan's case from gettin' buried,

but I'm in the dark here.
You have to help me out.

A cop gets k*lled,

his family gets a death benefit.

He offs himself,

they get nothing.

Let's just leave it at that.

Bug,

you're leaving kind of early.

Yeah.

Uh, you must be stoked.

Jordan says you figured out
who k*lled John Doe.

Yeah, what else did Jordan say?

Uh, that's pretty much it.

If there's more to the story,
I'd love to hear it.

Another time, maybe.

Bug, I see how much
this case matters to you.

What is it about this John Doe?

I think I just relate to him. I...

Well, you don't even know
who he is.

Maybe that's the reason.

Bug, where are you going?

You're a true friend, Lily.

That's always meant a lot to me.

Doctor Macy.

You think you're
special Officer Fisher?

Sir?

I leave word for Chief Costigan,
he calls me back.

I leave you five messages
and my phone doesn't ring.

- Why is that?
- I just finished my shift.

I was about to get back to you,
but I got to...

I saved you the trouble.

After you.

Let's talk about Kevin Strahan.

How did you find his body?

Sir, with all due respect,
I don't see why we...

Just answer the question.

Uh... I was doing a patrol pass
through the park,

pulled up next to the car
and there he was.

And how long was it from when
you radioed in to me showing up?

Uh, it must have been...
uh, ha... half hour, maybe.

Actually, it was forty-eight minutes.

What did you do during that time?

Secured the scene
and waited for you.

In securing the scene,
you kept people away from the car.

Wasn't too hard, sir.
There was no one around.

No one at all?

That's right.

Was there a liquor bottle
in the car?

No, I didn't... I didn't see one.

What about a g*n?

A g*n?
No.

Did you take the g*n from that car?

Is that why you had
such a case of nerves?

Man, what...
what are you talkin' about?

Another officer take the g*n?

Look, I'm telling you,
there was no g*n.

You know, I...
I don't have to listen to this.

I don't give a damn who you are.

Bug?

Are you here?

Okay, I am officially freaking out.

Lily?

[font color=CCFF ]I DON'T BELONG.

Oh God.

Where is he?

Is somebody in there?

Alright.

As most of you know, Bug hasn't been
seen or heard from since yesterday.

And normally, this wouldn't be
a cause for concern,

but it comes on the heels of behavior that
calls into question his state of mind.

There are no signs of foul play,

but there are no signs of
where Bug might be, either.

I've notified missing persons, but
we can't wait for them to get up to speed.

Lily, I want you to contact
friends and family.

See if anyone's heard from Bug.

Of course.

- Nigel.
- Yeah.

Check any and all computers
Bug used.

Look for web pages or e-mails,
anything that might give us a clue.

The rest of you coordinate with Emmy.

I want to know everything
Bug did this past week...

every phone call he made, every case
that passed through his hands.

Garret, what about me?

You're gonna reexamine John Doe's body,
see if he can tell us anything.

For some reason,
Bug was focused on this case.

If we ID John Doe,
maybe we find Bug.

Any news?

Oh, just that I'm an idiot.

I called Bug's mom.
I managed to make her hysterical.

Well, there's no good way to say
"Your son's missing."

Well, I made it worse by asking
how to reach his friends.

She doesn't live around here.
She doesn't know his life.

Meanwhile, I'm nowhere.

The software deleted
Bug's web history.

All I can do is go through
recently modified files.

Do you know any of his friends
or how to get a hold of them?

Does he even have
any friends besides us?

Well, he must, don't you think?

Well, he's never
mentioned them to me.

Bug's gonna be okay, right?

Yeah.
Yeah, of course he is.

Hello.
What's this?

So, yesterday
at three thirty-eight p.m.,

Bug called the main line to
the Department of Food and Agriculture.

Does that mean anything to you?

Jordan?

I should have come to you, Garret.

I knew Bug was in trouble.
I just didn't know how bad.

Well, I was up to my eyeballs
in the Strahan case.

I wouldn't have seen it, either.

I don't know that.
Neither do you.

Garret, I told him to walk away.

He didn't do this
because anyone told him to.

It's no one's fault.

Now, what have you got on Doe?

Well, nothing,
that's what's so frustrating.

Define nothing.

Well, every time I have an answer,
another question pops up.

Well, like this.

See the rounded profile, the zygomatics, the shovel-shaped incisors?

Native American characteristics.


Right, except none of
the reservations Emmy called

have anyone missing
matching John Doe's description.

He's not even in
the nation MP database.

Well, let's check the clinics.

Maybe's he's been
treated for alcoholism.

He's jaundiced.

Turns out it's not from drinking.

His liver damage is
from a bacterial infection.

Leptospirosis, to be exact.

You don't usually see that
outside the tropics.

Leptospirosis is tropical,
which got me thinking that

John Doe is
a native of Central America.

Hmm.

Yeah, but I can't figure out
how that connects...

with this.

Methylpyrrolidone.

An industrial solvent.

It popped when Bug ran his blood.

Based on the levels, John Doe
was exposed within the last week.

Well, maybe he ingested it.

What did the stomach contents show?

Not a whole lot,
since I can't even find 'em.

Doctor Macy,
Nigel needs to see you.

Say hello to
John Doe's girlfriend.

Bug scanned her photo
and saved it to disk.

What's her name?

I don't know yet.

Where was the picture taken?

I'm still working on that.

Then why am I here?

You might not know this about me, but
I'm quite the expert in weaving and textiles.

You don't say.

Yeah, and we are most fortunate
that I have the skills I do,

because of this right here.

Weaving patterns and styles
are distinct the world over,

each with their own specific
regional characteristics.

Nigel.

Sorry, sorry.

This scarf was hand-woven
in the mountains of Solola, Guatemala.

We were figuring John Doe
was from Central America.

Maybe this is
his sweetheart back home.

I don't think so.

Why?

Well, this code
on the back of the paper

indicates it was manufactured
in the U.S.

Your photo paper in Guatemala would
have come from plants in South America.

Mm-hm.

Whoever she is,

she's here in the States.

I'll call INS.

[font color=BFEFFF] Macy.

I'm at Bug's place.

He... he bought hiking boots
yesterday, Garret.

And I... I think he must be
wearing them, because...

they're not here.

[font color=BFEFFF] I just thought
that could be important.

It might be.

Thanks, Lily.
Call me if you find anything else.

Any word from INS?

Nothing so far
on John Doe or the woman.

They may be illegal.

But Bug just got hiking boots,

so wherever he went, he must have
expected to do some walking.

Finally, something
that makes sense.

Tell me how.

I think Bug is trying to
retrace John Doe's steps.

Even if he is, we don't know
which way those steps went.

Well, I'm close to figuring it out.

Uh, the stomach contents
finally turned up.

Where?

In the fridge,
right next to Bug's lunch.

There's lots of stuff in here.

Apples, berries, even tree bark.

Tree bark?

Yeah, and I don't think John Doe
was eating it to stay regular.

This man had been in the wild
for quite a few days.

Whoa, what is this doin' in here?

Is that a bug?

I'm telling you,
it's a ladybug.

It can't be.
Ladybugs aren't black.

It's some kind of beetle, though.

Which puts it in
the Coleoptera order.

Trouble is,

Bug doesn't seem to have
his collection arranged by order.

That's making the bold leap
he has it arranged at all.

Aha!
It's a pseudoscymnus tsugae.

Absolutely no doubt about it.

Told you it was a ladybug.

You...
Oh, not exactly.

No, this is
a Japanese ladybird beetle.

Found only in Japan.

Police! Hands in the air!

Thank you.

What'd the medic say?

That I may have a headache
for a while.

Sure you're not hungry?

Special ops guys got
protein bars in the van.

No.

So, who's he?

Player in an alien
smuggling operation.

They took illegals,
mostly from Central America,

more or less
turned 'em into slaves.

Farms like this, sweatshops.

Feds say it's just
the tip of the iceberg.

Looks like the whole thing's
busted wide open,

thanks to you.

What'll happen to those guys?

Uh, they'll be sent back
where they came from.

Bug!

Bug!

I'm alright.

- Ooh.
- Yeah, I'm fine.

It's great to see you, mate.

- Come here.
- Yeah.

Ah, yeah, now...

- Sorry.
- Ooh.

Hey, I bet right now you're asking
yourself how we found you, right?

Well, I can see you'll be
disappointed if I said no.

The Japanese ladybug.

Yeah, we learned it was introduced
into this township and no other,

to combat an aphid infestation.

Turns out methylpyrrolidone is
a pesticide ingredient.

Which, coupled with the abundance of
apples that John Doe had eaten,

led us to guess that he worked
near an apple orchard.

We found you the same way
you found him.

What's so funny?

I mean, all this and we still
don't know who the guy is, do we?

We will, Bug.

Yeah.

Does uh, does anyone
know this man?

Do... do any of you
know his name?

Please, do you know this man?

Do you know his name?

Yes. I know him.

His name is Juan Nogales.

Juan Nogales?

Yes.

We all came from Guatemala to work.

But Juan came for love.
His girlfriend was here.
He wanted to be with her.

He says they all came from Guatemala
for work, except for Juan.

He came for love.

His girlfriend was here.

He wanted to be with her.

Is this her?

Who is she?

Rosa.

Did Juan say where Rosa lived?

Did he say where Rosa lived?

No.

All I know is that
the night Juan escaped

he planned to meet with Rosa
at a bar.

All he knows is that
the night that Juan escaped,

he was planning to
meet Rosa in a bar.

Does that make any sense to you?

Garret.

I had some business
to take care of here.

Thanks for meeting me.

Well, you weren't willing to
take no for an answer.

Let's talk in here.

What's goin' on?

I'm sure by now you can see

how and why a su1c1de can be
made to look like m*rder.

Yeah, I've done a little homework.

I know you have.

But in case you're on the fence,

you should know there's a bigger
issue here than Kevin Strahan.

A bigger issue?

And what would that be?

My office relies on the cooperation
and testimony of witnesses.

You can imagine how his death
being ruled a homicide

could have a chilling effect
on our witnesses now and in the future.

Dozens of cases could be impacted.

Well, a witness blowing his brains out
has kind of a chilling effect, too, doesn't it?

All we're asking is that
you call this what it is...

a drunk, depressed officer
who took his own life.

Let me tell you something.

One of my people just put himself
at harm's way to ID a John Doe.

Now, what he did was reckless,

but it was also heroic, and it drives home
a point that's easy to lose sight of,

especially in a case like this.

Our first obligation is to the victim.

What are you saying, exactly?

Strahan was sh*t twice.

There was no g*n, no note.

If I don't call that death
at the hands of another,

I'm not doing my job.

You are about to
make a major mistake.

The mistake would be thinking
there's a bigger issue than Kevin Strahan.

BUCK's Tavern

Rosa.

My name's Bug.

Do you speak English?

No.
I don't speak English.

Please tell her I'm very sorry,

but I'm afraid
I have some bad news.

I'm sorry, Rosa,
but we have bad news.

No.

You did the right thing.

You're not objective.

- And you are?
- I'm supposed to be.

Strahan was a cop.

That's who you're with
shoulder to shoulder every day.

Yeah, and I let it
cloud my judgment.

Was he a hero or was he dirty?
I still don't know.

His family deserved the benefit
of the doubt and you gave it to him.

It's like baseball.
Tie goes to the runner.

Baseball.

Hey, Dad,

- Garret.
- Jordan, what can I get you?

Whatever goes down easy
and packs a wallop.

You and Bug make the notification?

All Juan Nogales wanted was
to be with Rosa.

He went through hell,

made it all the way to the bar
where she worked.

But she was off that night,

and he winds up gettin' k*lled
by some redneck.

Mmm.

How's Bug doin'?

Better.
I tell you, Garret.

Gives me a brand new perspective on
what I put you through.

Does that mean next time
you'll think twice?

Oh, really, now.
What are the chances?

Hi, Bug.

I'm so glad that you're okay.

I... I realize that
this is kind of surprise.

What are you doing here, Lily?

I want to talk about
why you did this.

It's late, Lily.

I've had a long day.

No, Bug.
This is important.

Why John Doe?

Why now?

Because nobody else cared.

No.

Bug, th... that's not it.

You... you said you related to him.

What did you mean by that?

Nothing, it was just
something to say.

Bug, uh...

uh, I... I wasn't trying to snoop around,
but I... I found this.

How does it feel to
finally be a citizen?

You know, I...
I came here to study.

I had no intention of staying.

I had a fellowship at
Children's Hospital.

I wanted to be a pediatrician
until I realized kids hated me.

So much for plans, huh?

Yeah, I liked America.

I didn't quite fit in England, and...

I didn't want to carry a green card
all my life, so I...

started the process.

Years ago, already.

You know, I thought that by now
I'd be married,

instead of living in
this same apartment.

It's like I've been waiting,...

waiting for that letter
to come and change my life.

And, you know,
now it's here, it...

I'm not an Indian kid
from Liverpool anymore, but...

no letter can just...
turn me into an American.

I don't...
I don't know where I fit.

I don't know
how to find my place.

Bug,

you are exactly where you belong.
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