A year before Sirhat was arrested, the filmmaker Zebaria Newman climbed out of his car in the parking garage of Serhat's clinic.
This was as close as Zeb and his camera were allowed to come to the building itself.
In the dim light, he spotted his friend Jeffrey drew waiting for him.
Jeffrey was about to undergo yet another blood draw at Sarhat's clinic.
It had been almost two years since Jeffrey started his HIV trial.
He'd been getting his blood drawn regularly, and each time he was told that his HIV levels were undetectable.
The experimental treatment seemed to be working, but Jeffrey was starting to get impatient.
He wanted to know if Serhat's donor cell injections had retrained his immune system to fight the virus.
As Zeb turned on his camera that morning in the parking garage, Jeffrey was having trouble summoning his usual charisma.
He's, you know, he's annoyed.
He's lacking patience.
He even says that morning on film, like, I'm feeling bratty.
I don't want to be here, do this anymore.
Eventually, Jeffrey got up and trudged inside alone.
When he came back out, his mood wasn't any better.
The two men sat in Jeffrey's car talking.
Jeffrey doesn't cry.
He's not a very emotional person, but he was very emotional.
And he got angry, you know, and he felt a little used and abused.
If it was a cure, then Sarehat stood to make a lot of money.