Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 2, Episode 11 - Sullied Be Thy Name - full transcript
A hooker tells authorities that a priest with a high profile anti-pornography campaign had paid for her services, had a heart attack and died with her.
Priests have coronaries
just like anybody else.
Not in bed with
hookers, they don't.
Lieutenant, you have been
violating my client's rights.
He was a very attractive
man. I told him so.
And he was equally
honest with you?
Well, maybe he
fell and hit his head.
On a mattress?
I want them to tell you
that Father Terrell's body
was planted with that girl.
You think Father Terrell died in
this office and I moved the body
to that girl's apartment
to discredit him.
(Quincy) Where
did it all happen?
Nobody can tell me but you.
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the fascinating
sphere of police work:
the world of forensic medicine.
[telephone ringing]
(Quincy) Yeah? Who?
Monahan?
Monahan, you
know what time it is?
Uh, what's the address?
Hang on a minute.
I need a pencil.
Now give it to
me slow, will you?
My eyes aren't focused yet,
Okay, I'll be there
as soon as I can.
But do you mind
if! Get dressed first?
[cars honking]
[police siren wailing]
[woman chattering
on police radio]
(Monahan) And then?
He got here about
5:30 this afternoon.
No,
it was before that.
Maybe 5:15.
How'd he pick you?
Oh, he's been here
many, many times.
Okay, he got here
about 5:15. Go on.
Well, we...
After that?
We both fell asleep.
I got up about an hour ago and
I couldn't wake him up.
He, uh,
he was a very sweet man.
You're a lovely lady.
[knocking on door]
(Monahan) Oh, in the bedroom.
Hello. Hi, Doc.
Bedroom? Yeah.
(Quincy) Good night, Ed.
(photographer) Hi, Quince.
He's all yours.
(Quincy) Thanks.
We might need a formal
statement. I'll let you know.
I'm... I'm sorry it
happened, Lieutenant.
Uh, it's just one of
those things, right?
Looks like a coronary.
Pretty routine.
(Monahan) Routine?
I appreciate you asking for
me, but I'm on the day shift.
Now I look forward
to sleeping at night.
It's 12:45 am.
There are a lot of people
you can call at this hour.
There's Cuccinello,
there's Blake...
It's not routine, Quincy.
You didn't recognize him?
He does look kind
of familiar. Who is he?
Maybe you saw him on
television and in the newspaper.
He was a priest.
(Monahan) Father Martin Terrell.
(Sam) I checked out the tablet.
It's nitro all right.
(Quincy) Yeah?
So I guess it's
all cut-and-dried.
What do you think, Sam?
Lividity or a bruise?
Settling of blood or hemorrhage?
Mmm, it's hard to say.
Well, if it was easy, I wouldn't
need another opinion, would I?
Well, maybe he
fell and hit his head.
On a mattress?
Come on, will you?
You read my preliminary.
He was found face up.
The lividity pattern
indicates something else.
Now what's it tell you, Sam?
That he was on his
side, fetal position,
for quite a while after he died.
Five, maybe six hours.
It takes that long
for blood to settle.
The girl, maybe
when she was trying...
(Quincy) Turned him over?
No. Nothing like
that, I don't believe.
Still a coronary? Yeah.
These things don't
change much after the fact.
It doesn't wash.
It just doesn't wash!
Lieutenant, priests have
coronaries just like anybody else.
Not in bed with
hookers, they don't.
That's the first thing.
I want you to prove
that he didn't. He...
I can't prove that with a man.
How about the girl?
It's too late. I'm
sure she's clean.
She won't submit
to an examination,
and you couldn't get the
legal authority to force her.
Look, I knew... I
knew Father Terrell.
He was... he was a
friend, a good friend.
He was framed.
All right, he died
of a coronary.
The body, the lab,
they told you that much.
I'll buy that.
But I want them
to tell you more.
I want them to tell you
that Father Terrell's body
was planted with that girl.
Oh, Lieutenant,
as you have often pointed out,
it's my job only to
find the cause of death.
It's your job to see
that an innocent man
isn't smeared in the
mud after his death.
All right, maybe it's not
your job, it's your nature.
I asked for you, Quincy.
Not Cuccinello, not any of the
other men on the night shift, but you,
because you make waves.
Most of the time you
drive me up the wall.
(Monahan) But,
Quincy, I need you.
I don't know where to start.
There's not a damn thing
I can put my hands
on... Knock it off.
There is something
that you can do.
Sam and I were talking about
it when you came in. Yeah.
There's a possibility...
Now don't jump up and down
because it's one chance in five
but there is a possibility
that the body was moved.
You mean, with what
you found out so far?
Yeah.
It has to do with lividity.
Oh, let's not bore him
with the details now.
Sam and I'll follow through
with this until we're stopped,
which could happen any minute!
The time of death was 5:00 in
the afternoon, give or take an hour.
Which means wherever he died, it
happened between 4:00 and 6:00.
Now you have to find out where.
You're a pretty bright man
for a detective. It's up to you.
I'll find out, Quincy.
Thanks. Sam.
I've never seen him so hot.
He's hot because he's got
a cause, just like the priest.
Let's get started
on the microsection.
[typewriter clicking]
Thus, even in the
manner of his death,
or more accurately,
the place of his death,
Father Terrell remained
a controversial figure,
He first made news
when, eight years ago,
he led a successful rent
strike right here in the city.
Following that, he established
a halfway house
for «ex-convicts,
this in an upper-middle-class
neighborhood.
The neighbors protested,
sometimes violently,
Father Terrell didn't soothe any
ruffled feathers, when he remarked,
and I quote:
”I feel a lot safer with
my ex-cons than I do
with some of the lunatics
living around here, ”
After that, he founded an
orphanage and a home for the aged.
People thought that the
firebrand priest had mellowed,
but six months ago, he launched
his crusade against pornography,
most of his wrath directed
against certain magazines,
one of them locally published,
that he considered obscene.
He was largely
responsible for legislation,
which is now pending
in Sacramento,
that, if passed, would
drastically tighten obscenity laws,
but the outspoken priest was
unable to see his final battle through,
Father Martin Terrell,
activist, rebel, dead
at the age of 41.
In Washington, the
House Foreign Affairs...
Frank, would you
come in for a minute?
(Frank) Right.
(Desskasa) Frank, The article
we were planning for next month,
about the sex cult up in
the hills, how is it coming?
Glenn is finishing the
rewrite this morning.
And the art is terrific.
It's going to be a real winner.
Good. We'll get it all set up
because we're going
to jam it in this month.
Kill the piece
on Father Terrell.
Good.
Seems to me I suggested that.
After what's happened
to the good padre,
I wouldn't want to be
accused of bad taste.
That makes two of us.
I certainly will
sleep better tonight.
Good boy.
(Banion) And we
decided it was time for
our annual paint
job, Lieutenant.
You know, we've had 200
people come through here,
give or take a few,
since he started the place.
You know how many
of them are back in jail?
(Monahan) 25. That's right.
He told me that a
couple of weeks ago.
25.
There isn't a halfway house
with a better record than that.
It was all Father Terrell's
work, I can tell you that.
We met about five years ago.
I was working this division.
I was a sergeant
then... Monsignor? Why?
Tell me, why was it him?
Oh, Charlie, I don't know.
I wish I had an answer for you.
[kids chattering]
[bell tolling]
Charlie's been here
for three months.
Armed robbery, assault,
two and a half years in prison,
what we euphemistically
call a "correctional institution"
and Father Terrell
turned him right around.
I've never seen
anything like it.
He starts on Monday as
a carpenter's apprentice.
He got him the job?
Sure. He got 'em
all jobs eventually.
I've seen him on the
phone for hours at a time,
arguing and pleading
and yelling with
businessmen, labor leaders,
anybody who could help his
people with a job or with money.
He had a silver
tongue, Lieutenant.
For a priest, he was
a remarkable con man.
You're telling me. You know,
when he first started this place,
a lot of people around
here were concerned
that they'd be in the
middle of a crime wave.
I remember that.
Well, I was a little
worried myself,
so I came over here to,
uh, read him the rules.
I was going to be real stern.
By the time I left here, he
hit me up for a $100 donation.
That was Father Terrell.
There's the young
lady I want you to talk to.
Thanks, Julie. Thanks very much.
You want me to wait?
I have about an hour.
I may be with the
Monsignor longer than that.
Probably have a
lot to talk about.
Sure. Are you sure
he will drive you back?
See you later.
Father.
I was just out at
the beach house
getting together
some of his papers.
I know how you feel.
We'll go inside and talk.
First, I want you to meet
Lieutenant Monahan.
This is Beverly Conrad.
Miss Conrad.
Father Terrell talked about
you, Lieutenant, very warmly.
Thank you.
The Lieutenant needs
some information.
I told him you'd be
the best one qualified
to help him, if you don't mind.
Of course.
You worked closely
with Father Terrell?
Very closely.
I was his legal consultant
on his pornography campaign,
and I also helped out here.
Uh, when did you see him last?
Yesterday, at about 1:00.
We had lunch together.
Do you have any idea what his
schedule was for the afternoon?
Yes, I know it exactly.
At 2:00 he was supposed to
meet with a couple of assemblymen.
After that, there was
some church business.
And at 5:00 he was
to see Carlo Desskasa.
You stopped working.
It's because I
started thinking, Sam.
We took a nitroglycerin
tablet from his mouth, right?
(Sam) Mmm-hmm. Half dissolved.
Where did he get it?
I'm sure he had a prescription.
No, no, Sam,
where'd he get it from?
He got it from his pocket,
got it from a drawer?
Could be either one.
No. You don't carry
one tablet in your pocket.
You don't stick it in a drawer.
You use a container.
The police, they didn't find a
container in the girl's apartment.
Or in Father Terrell's
pocket, either.
You know, the odds are beginning
to swing in Monahan's favor.
There are now two
chances out of five
that that body was moved.
I still wouldn't run
to the $10 window.
Why not?
Look,
even if we proved that he
didn't die in the apartment,
there'd still be a thousand
unanswered questions.
We're just assuming
that he was moved.
Have you forgotten your basics?
First you doubt,
then you question,
then you assume
and then you prove.
Prove what? There
hasn't been a major crime.
The man died of natural causes.
There's not enough to get a search
warrant to look for the container.
We wouldn't know
where to look, anyway,
and we'd probably
never find it if we did.
Sam, don't rain on
my parade, will you?
If there's any chance, any
chance, that Father Terrell's body
was moved and we can clear him,
we're gonna work
under that assumption.
Where are we
gonna get the proof?
From him.
Father Terrell is going to tell
us whether or not he was moved.
And if he was moved,
he's going to
tell us who did it.
(Monahan) What
time would you say...
Excuse me.
Just the signature?
That's all.
Oh, and, uh, those two
girls are still out there waiting.
(Desskasa) Tell
them I won't be long.
No more interruptions,
no more telephone calls.
Excuse me, Lieutenant.
What time did Father
Terrell get here?
Mmm, 5:00 on the button.
And left?
(Desskasa) 20 or
30 minutes later.
Under his own power?
[chuckling]
I would say he was
propelled by rage.
You may have heard that the Father
and I weren't the greatest of fans.
Yeah, I understand he tried
to put you out of business.
(Desskasa) And he might
well have succeeded.
As a matter of fact, he
may still posthumously,
although now with
his image tarnished...
Then you'd say that he left
here at 5:20, perhaps 5:30?
Within that area.
Were there any
witnesses to verify that?
Lieutenant, uh,
correct me if I'm wrong,
but Father Terrell died of
natural causes, didn't he?
An autopsy hasn't
been completed yet.
But it was a coronary.
So what are you asking
me these questions for?
Unless you're trying
to tell me that you think
he died in this office
and that I... I had his body
moved to that girl's apartment,
in order to discredit a
noble man of the cloth.
I haven't made any
accusations, Mr. Desskasa.
No, no, no, I'm
jumping to conclusions,
but, after all, it's a conclusion
any bright 10-year-old would reach.
I asked you a
question a moment ago.
Of course, you don't
have to answer it.
[sighing] My
employees quit at 5:00.
Your secretary?
Angela.
She will verify.
No.
I remember, I
dismissed her at 5:10
because I didn't
need her anymore.
Then there are no witnesses?
I'm afraid not.
Lieutenant,
I've known a number
of saints in my day
and every one of them had feet
of clay, including Father Terrell.
Now I'm quite sure he
died where he was found.
[typewriter clicking]
Then you have nothing to
worry about, Mr. Desskasa.
I think we did it, Quince.
Got Father Terrell off the hook.
What did you find?
The lividity pattern.
Uh, it's not enough.
What are you talking about?
It proves that the body
was on a hard surface,
and, like you say, a
mattress doesn't qualify.
Hey, you want to take a look?
No, I trust you. Later. Later.
Man, I thought you'd
be jumping up and down!
I would be if it was enough
to clear Father Terrell,
but it isn't. Not yet.
You make out a final report.
Cause of death:
coronary thrombosis.
(Sam) Place of death: unknown.
And you think that'll
clear him? Read this.
That's a fairly
respectable newspaper.
What do you think the
scandal sheets are gonna do?
The report would
clear up any doubt.
Would it, Sam?
The place of death
would still be unknown.
Some people would
believe the body was moved,
but all the people
who read these papers,
they'll believe that the Father
died where he was found.
No, no, I am not
gonna write a final report
until I can give Monahan
a specific place of death!
Now I'm gonna
clear Father Terrell,
and I'm gonna
clear him absolutely.
Now he's raining on my parade.
Bev, how are you holding up?
Better. Much better.
Particularly since I
talked with the police.
Oh!
Uh, two glasses of
white wine, please.
You talked to the police?
No, no, he was at
the halfway house.
A Lieutenant Monahan.
He knew Marty.
He's sure the whole
thing was a setup.
That he didn't die
in that apartment?
And when I told him about
the appointment with Desskasa,
his face just lit up.
Julie, it had to be Desskasa.
Yes, but it would be
hard to prove, though.
He's pretty foxy.
They'll prove it.
Even if they do, he'll
get off very lightly.
After all, it wasn't a homicide.
Martin Terrell's
name will be cleared.
That's the important thing.
You know, I just can't thank you
enough for everything you've done.
For holding your
hand last night?
For all the kindness you've
shown in the last few months.
To both of us.
Well, I was deeply
fond of Father Terrell
and I'm more than
half in love with you.
So what else could I do?
He had the motive, the
opportunity. The timing fits perfectly
and he had no alibi.
And you can't touch him, huh?
I can't touch him,
not yet, but I will.
So help me, before
the day's out, I will.
Through the lady of the evening?
That little liar.
I called her before but
there was no answer.
I had a bunch of
people looking for her
right after I left Desskasa's.
She's in town, Quincy.
She's been seen.
I'll bet we'll have her
in my office in an hour.
You're not filing any charges?
No, no. Nothing will stick now.
But I'll nail her to the wall
if she doesn't tell the truth.
You know what I'm
gonna do, Quincy?
First, I'm going to
tell her all we've got.
There isn't much. All we have are
some clues that might not pan out.
I'll tell her we've got more
and scare the hell out of her.
I'll get the whole vice squad
to park on her door step.
She'll be out of
business in a month.
I'm going to get her to
blow this thing wide open!
About 5:15, like
I told you before.
Is that right?
We happen to know someone
that was with Father Terrell
at 5:20, maybe longer.
He could have been wrong
about the time, or maybe I was.
Miss Rowan, all we've got on you
is turning in a phony police
report the first time around.
Maybe a $500 fine.
I'll see what I can do.
There's even a chance
they may waive the fine,
if you level with us.
(Monahan) What do you say?
Come on, don't
give us any garbage.
Give us the facts.
There are two things that
point to the body being moved.
A partially dissolved
nitroglycerin tablet
was found in Father
Terrell's mouth,
but the police couldn't
find the container.
Not on his person
or in your apartment.
Now when somebody has a
heart condition, and he had,
they don't carry pills around
one at a time to gather lint.
Go on, Doctor.
The second point is technical,
but believe me,
it's very conclusive.
It's what we call post-mortem
settling of the blood. Lividity.
That proves that after Father
Terrell had his heart attack,
he was lying on a very
hard surface on his side.
And your bed is soft,
and you're not very strong,
so if he had
fallen on the floor,
you wouldn't have been
able to lift him up in bed,
and there was no
reason for you to try.
That shows he
died someplace else
and was planted
in your apartment.
What do you say,
Miss Rowan... Michelle.
Lieutenant, I believe you've
been violating my client's rights.
He represents you?
You sure know who to call
when you're in trouble, don't you?
Now you, uh, haven't
said anything yet?
I mean, anything of consequence?
No, no, no, they were
just talking to me, mostly.
I'm Jules Draper.
Dr. Quincy, Coroner's Office.
I thought you looked familiar.
Have we met?
Only in the morning newspapers.
We just spelled out a few
facts to your client, Draper.
You're both lucky.
I think she's starting
to see the light.
I thought you didn't say
anything of any consequence.
Only that I may have
been a little off on the time.
Other than that, I will stick
to everything else I told you.
(Sam) They couldn't arrest her?
(Quincy) For what?
Being a naughty girl?
For conspiracy,
something like that.
With who? They can't
even get Desskasa.
How are they gonna nail her
for playing footsie with him?
Any two-bit lawyer would get her out
before she got to the booking sergeant.
And believe me,
he's no two-bit lawyer.
Yeah, I heard about
Draper. Pretty hot stuff, huh?
If I ever get caught
embezzling from petty cash,
I want him to represent me.
I'll wind up owning City Hall.
Quince.
(Quincy) Mmm.
Take another look, Sam.
(Sam) Where did it come from?
Upper respiratory tracheal.
Must have inhaled
that with a lot of smog.
What do you think?
Well,
some kind of synthetic fiber.
We'll run through the usual
and see what we come up with.
[telephone ringing]
Fujiyama.
Uh, yes, sir, I'll tell him.
Your master's voice.
Astin?
Mmm-hmm. He wants to see you.
(Sam) Like, right now.
I'm going. I'm going.
Oh, Quincy!
Oh, come in, sit down.
(Astin) I sent
for you, didn't I?
Yes, you did.
Quincy I don't, uh,
often confide in you.
You know I work here,
yet every once in a while I allow
myself the luxury of daydreaming.
We all do that.
Uh-huh.
In my dreams, I
sometimes imagine that
my department is
much larger than it is.
That I have dozens...
[telephone ringing]
Yes? Tell Jerry I'll speak to
him at the budget meeting.
Even hundreds of
medical examiners.
That I can give them all the time in
the world to do their jobs perfectly.
Well, that's certainly a
worthwhile dream, sir.
Well, let's get to the point.
This autopsy on Father
Terrell seems to be
taking a lot of
your valuable time.
It's going a lot
slower than I'd hoped.
We know the cause of
death. That's not an issue.
But we don't know where he died.
That's for the police department
and we have a good one.
Yeah, but they're stuck.
The only information
we're gonna get,
we're gonna get from the body.
How much longer will it take?
[intercom buzzing]
Sylvia, no more calls.
Let's look at it this way.
People do have
a right to burial.
Father Terrell has a right
to have his name cleared.
I know.
Quincy, uh, time is
the department's money
and Jerry is, uh...
I'll give you till
tomorrow noon.
Now I wish I could give
you more time, I really do,
but that's it.
I appreciate it. It's
better than nothing.
Can I borrow your comb, sir?
Uh, my comb? Please, yes.
Please.
Thank you. You're welcome.
Quincy? How long
till your next vacation?
About four months.
That long?
(Sam) What did he want?
Scientist at work.
(Quincy) Sam.
You've got something?
Be my guest.
Now, on the right side is the stuff
I took from Father Terrell's throat.
On the left side, fibers
from Astin's carpet.
(Sam) He aspirated
fibers from the carpet?
That's right.
He had an attack, he
fell to the floor face down.
He gasped for breath
and he vacuumed it up.
Lieutenant Monahan, please.
I'm telling you,
it's a sure thing.
Hello? Monahan? Quincy.
One question.
You've been in
Desskasa's office, right?
What color is his carpet?
What?
(Quincy) His carpet,
What color is it?
Why?
Because it just may save
Father Terrell's name, that's all.
Now tell me, was it
blue, green? What was it?
I don't remember.
Could you go over
there right away?
And if it's a rust color,
try to figure out a way
to get a sample of it.
Just a few fibers is all I need.
I won't be able to. I've got a
meeting with the Commander.
Uh, it's about time I met
Desskasa myself anyway.
All right. I'll do it. Bye-bye.
I want you to watch the store.
You're going in your greenies?
Oh, excuse me, this way.
For what? For the photo studio.
Aren't you from the agency?
No, I'm Dr. Quincy. I'm
with the Coroner's Office.
Oh, I thought you
were one of the models.
Well, thank you, I'm flattered.
You wouldn't if you
knew what you had to do.
What? An ad for pantyhose.
Pantyhose?
To tell you the truth,
I'm still flattered.
You're cute.
Where's Mr. Desskasa?
He's in the middle
of a photo session.
He'd want to see me.
Hmm.
Well, I'll ask.
Okay.
Ashes on the rug. It's
really not good for it.
You're, uh, Dr. Quincy,
I am Carlos Desskasa.
Nice to meet you.
You're an ally of
Lieutenant Monahan?
You might say so.
Sit down.
Thank you very much.
Over there.
Over there?
Yeah.
Lieutenant Monahan and I
are looking for the same things.
Uh-huh!
To restore the good name of
Father Terrell and to destroy mine.
No...
No offense, Mr. Desskasa,
but I never heard your name
mentioned with quite the same respect.
Respect, Doctor, is
a very transitory thing.
You're the one
performing the autopsy?
That's right.
Why aren't you in your
laboratory? What brings you here?
Since we're being blunt,
I'm here for two reasons.
I wanted to meet you.
I wanted to find some evidence.
You've succeeded on both counts.
You have some evidence for me?
I have
a confession.
What?
Not of guilt.
You see, I... I didn't tell
Lieutenant Monahan the entire story.
Is that right?
No, I didn't tell him
precisely what it was that
Father Terrell and I
discussed here the other day.
It was that.
(Desskasa) Uh,
you can look at it now
or take it home and
read it at your leisure.
What's in here?
Galley proofs, photographs.
You see, we were doing
a story on Father Terrell.
It would have been on
the stands Saturday, but
of course, I yanked it as
soon as I heard that he died.
You showed this to him?
Hmm. He was quite upset,
and with good reason.
You see, it was all about a
wild affair he'd been having.
I never knew Father Terrell,
but, believe it or
not, since his death
I've gotten to
know him very well.
I don't believe a word
that's printed here.
Some of our readers
wouldn't either, but most would.
You see, it's well documented.
Photos, tapes.
Would you like a drink?
No, thanks. My taste
buds have gone sour.
(Desskasa) Listen.
You and Lieutenant Monahan
think that Father
Terrell died in this office,
and that I moved the body to that
girl's apartment to discredit him,
but the story would
have done that,
without the least
bit of risk to me.
So even if the good
Father had died here,
why would I take the
chance of moving him, huh?
What reason could I have?
You said it yourself.
Most people won't believe
the garbage that you print,
but you figured if a
priest is actually found
in the bed of a
girl's apartment,
they might accept
it, and you're right.
They might until it was
proven to be a frame.
Oh, well, I'm afraid I can't
help you to prove that.
Maybe you have
already, Mr. Desskasa.
Maybe you have.
Let me speak to
Mr. Draper, please.
Yes, dear. Mmm-hmm.
Of course. Hey, that's terrific.
Sam, this is important.
I can't talk now.
You know I do.
[continues chattering]
Okay. Bye-bye.
Please stop.
You got the stuff?
I'm the best
carpet thief in town.
Looks like the right color, too.
Oh, Monahan's in your office.
I explained to him
what it's all about.
Okay. Get on it
right away, will you?
[sighing]
Any luck?
Maybe the big casino.
What? Relax. We've got
a couple of minutes yet.
"Hospital Practice: What
to do during pregnancy."
Here's something
more exciting to read.
What Desskasa and Father
Terrell were talking about.
Beverly Conrad?
Yeah, who is she?
Lawyer, she worked
with Father Terrell.
Photos, innuendoes,
accusations...
Take it easy, that's
the way they work it.
When does this come out?
It's not going
to. They killed it.
Out of respect for the dead.
Believe me...
Quincy, it's all set.
You sure those are the fibers?
Yeah.
Not even close.
Even I can see that.
Puts us back to square one.
(Danny) You didn't park that
hearse outside again, did you?
Am I gonna get that beer today?
Hey, you look like
death warmed over.
(Danny) This is a place with
a happy image, you know.
What did you do, lose a battle?
Today I'm afraid I lost the war.
Did I ever tell you about
my friend Markowitz?
[telephone ringing]
Do you have to?
The accident was the best
thing that happened to him.
He had a wife. Oh,
forget about her.
His partner for 22
years. Anyway...
Every morning he
would get up... Who?
Markowitz.
The phone is ringing.
Yeah, Danny's.
Oh, he's here, yeah,
filling the place with joy.
Hold on, Sam.
(Danny) Psst.
It's Sam.
Sam, what dead horse
are we beating now?
That tissue section you
wanted on the ecchymotic area...
The one I thought was a bruise?
It is, no question about it.
It's loaded with white cells and
erythrocytes all through the tissue.
(Sam) For a bruise
that size to form I'd say,
he had to be alive, oh, at
least an hour after the trauma.
(Sam) Probably
after the coronary.
Sam, do you know
what that means?
He might have lived if they
had taken him to a doctor
instead of a hooker.
Couldn't that make it negligent
homicide or manslaughter, maybe?
We've got all types of crimes,
but we got no one to
pin them on, that's all.
Why don't you go home early
and get yourself some rest?
(Quincy) Get a fresh
start in the morning.
Okay. Bye-bye.
Anyway, this Markowitz never
does what he threatens to...
Again with Markowitz?
One time he... Wait a minute.
If he was alive an hour
after the heart attack...
Markowitz?
How come the
tablet didn't dissolve?
Call Sam for me, will
you? He's at the lab.
Tell him to wait for me.
I'll be right there!
You know Markowitz, don't you?
(Sam) Two heart attacks?
It had to be, Sam.
If he had one and lived
an hour, even two minutes,
the nitro would have dissolved.
So he had the first
coronary, passed out...
Regained consciousness
someplace else
and then had another attack.
Died immediately.
No, he died almost immediately.
He lived long enough
to take that tablet.
Collected some rug fibers,
but from whose rug?
That's the question.
(Quincy) Oh, Father, Father.
Where did it all happen?
Nobody can tell me but you.
(Quincy Sam? )
What do you make of this?
I would say it was chafing.
His clerical collar.
No, that's too high, see?
(Quincy) See how uneven?
It's almost scalloped.
Like the edge of a tire.
That's it, Sam.
The neck was
pressed against a tire.
That's what kept the blood from
settling evenly, gave it that pattern.
Why would his neck be
pressed against a tire?
A spare tire.
You lost me.
Suppose he was
in the trunk of a car
being moved from
one place to another.
A lot of automobile
trunks are carpeted.
I'll bet you Desskasa's is.
Nothing second-class
about that man.
Lieutenant Monahan,
please. This is Dr. Quincy.
He's where?
In court!
It's no good.
We've no probable
cause to get a warrant,
so anything I find,
they'll throw out of court.
We can't do a thing?
Not on that. Not for now.
What are we to do? Sit on
our butts till something breaks?
I've got to turn in my
report by noon tomorrow.
Oh, you're pretty calm
for the guy who got me
all steamed up about this case.
Just turn in your
autopsy report, huh?
Place of death: unknown.
There's nothing more you can do.
I'll stick to the case
for as long as it takes.
Where are you gonna start?
I've got something that doesn't
make much sense now, but it will.
For openers, Jules Draper,
he's Desskasa's attorney.
Not officially, but
actually. I checked.
What about that Beverly Conrad
woman? Where does she fit in?
The one supposed to have
had an affair with the Father.
(Monahan) She was working
with Terrell against Desskasa.
She's the one that told me the priest
had an appointment with Desskasa.
Now, I met Beverly
Conrad at the halfway house.
She was dropped off
there, by guess who?
By Jules Draper.
Wow!
You're gonna wait around until it makes
sense to you and then make your move?
Right.
Not me, I'm gonna
move right now!
I can't say it's
all lies, Doctor.
A lot of it is true.
Father Terrell and I
were together a great deal.
We were never lovers.
Please.
Here are some of the pictures
they were gonna use in the article.
Not exactly damning, are they?
No.
Having dinner
together in a restaurant.
By the way, originally there
were two more people in this shot.
Sitting on the sun
deck at Julie's house.
You know, this must have been
taken with a telescopic lens...
Julie is Jules Draper?
Yeah, that's right.
He's a friend of mine.
He let us use his
house out at the beach.
That's where we worked.
Is there a tape recorder there?
There's all sorts of
dictating equipment.
Father Terrell
always worked with it.
That's why Julie
offered us his house.
The stuff in the article that
was going to be in the magazine,
did you and Father Terrell
ever have discussions like that?
Absolutely. He was
a very attractive man.
I told him so.
And he was equally
honest with you?
In his way, yeah.
Yes, he talked
about his feelings.
We talked about everything.
Is it possible those
discussions were recorded
without you knowing about it?
Who in the world would
want to do a thing like that?
By Desskasa? Yes.
I told you those conversations
happened out at Julie's house.
Where's Mr. Draper now?
He's in San Francisco on a case.
He'll be back later
on this afternoon.
I suppose his
car's at the airport.
No, as a matter
of fact, I have it.
Mine's in the shop,
so he let me use his.
Look, Doctor, I
don't understand.
As far as Julie's... Please.
I'm sure you don't know,
but Jules Draper is
Desskasa's attorney.
I'm sorry.
I'm terribly sorry.
He left Desskasa's about
5:30 under his own power,
but a little agitated.
He went straight
to an attorney. You.
Come now, Lieutenant.
He knew you as a top attorney.
A gracious host, a friend.
He didn't know you
represented the man
who was trying to destroy him.
You do represent
Desskasa, Mr. Draper.
Anyway, in your office
he had his first attack.
His first?
Yes, he was still alive. Quincy.
No, let him know!
He might have
been brought around.
If you had called for help,
he might be alive today.
But, no. You were
worried about yourself.
Saving a couple of
bucks. You planted him...
Quincy, please!
(Draper) So far, it's
all speculation, Doctor.
Lieutenant, all of it.
He came to in the
trunk of your car.
Now we don't know how
long he remained alive,
but that's where he
had his fatal attack.
In my car?
Yes, in the trunk.
I'm sure you believe every word
of this, Lieutenant, but it isn't true.
And of course it follows you'll
never be able to prove a word of it.
I think we have already.
We've gone through
the trunk of your car.
That is quite illegal!
Miss Conrad gave us permission.
You let her use it, which
made her your agent,
and any evidence uncovered
is admissible in court.
(Monahan) You should know that.
We also found
some other evidence.
Took some rug fibers from the
carpet in the trunk of your car.
They match with what we
found in Father Terrell's throat.
We also found the container
for his nitroglycerin tablets.
It's still circumstantial.
On the strength of all that, we had
another talk with Michelle Rowan.
(Monahan) I can't say
much for her character,
but she's not exactly stupid.
The City Attorney's preparing
indictments, Mr. Draper.
Negligent homicide
and a few other charges.
I'm sure they'll be
presented soon.
Three fours.
Three fours?
It's not your turn.
Four fives.
Three fours. Six fours.
Six fours? Shh.
And you can't touch Desskasa.
There's no evidence that
he knew anything about it,
but the bad publicity is
going to hurt his magazine.
Six fours I said. You got six...
I think they'll convict Draper.
Father Terrell's body
showed us the way.
He was a wonderful
man. Good friend.
I'm gonna miss him.
Did you park that meat
wagon outside again?
I told you, don't call
it the meat wagon.
(Quincy) No, I didn't.
Good.
We used the
Lieutenant's police car.
Oh, terrific.
That's why business is so good.
They probably think
this joint is being raided.
And it is!
Lieutenant, we've got a
leaper on suicide bridge.
(Monahan) You get his name?
Markowitz.
just like anybody else.
Not in bed with
hookers, they don't.
Lieutenant, you have been
violating my client's rights.
He was a very attractive
man. I told him so.
And he was equally
honest with you?
Well, maybe he
fell and hit his head.
On a mattress?
I want them to tell you
that Father Terrell's body
was planted with that girl.
You think Father Terrell died in
this office and I moved the body
to that girl's apartment
to discredit him.
(Quincy) Where
did it all happen?
Nobody can tell me but you.
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the fascinating
sphere of police work:
the world of forensic medicine.
[telephone ringing]
(Quincy) Yeah? Who?
Monahan?
Monahan, you
know what time it is?
Uh, what's the address?
Hang on a minute.
I need a pencil.
Now give it to
me slow, will you?
My eyes aren't focused yet,
Okay, I'll be there
as soon as I can.
But do you mind
if! Get dressed first?
[cars honking]
[police siren wailing]
[woman chattering
on police radio]
(Monahan) And then?
He got here about
5:30 this afternoon.
No,
it was before that.
Maybe 5:15.
How'd he pick you?
Oh, he's been here
many, many times.
Okay, he got here
about 5:15. Go on.
Well, we...
After that?
We both fell asleep.
I got up about an hour ago and
I couldn't wake him up.
He, uh,
he was a very sweet man.
You're a lovely lady.
[knocking on door]
(Monahan) Oh, in the bedroom.
Hello. Hi, Doc.
Bedroom? Yeah.
(Quincy) Good night, Ed.
(photographer) Hi, Quince.
He's all yours.
(Quincy) Thanks.
We might need a formal
statement. I'll let you know.
I'm... I'm sorry it
happened, Lieutenant.
Uh, it's just one of
those things, right?
Looks like a coronary.
Pretty routine.
(Monahan) Routine?
I appreciate you asking for
me, but I'm on the day shift.
Now I look forward
to sleeping at night.
It's 12:45 am.
There are a lot of people
you can call at this hour.
There's Cuccinello,
there's Blake...
It's not routine, Quincy.
You didn't recognize him?
He does look kind
of familiar. Who is he?
Maybe you saw him on
television and in the newspaper.
He was a priest.
(Monahan) Father Martin Terrell.
(Sam) I checked out the tablet.
It's nitro all right.
(Quincy) Yeah?
So I guess it's
all cut-and-dried.
What do you think, Sam?
Lividity or a bruise?
Settling of blood or hemorrhage?
Mmm, it's hard to say.
Well, if it was easy, I wouldn't
need another opinion, would I?
Well, maybe he
fell and hit his head.
On a mattress?
Come on, will you?
You read my preliminary.
He was found face up.
The lividity pattern
indicates something else.
Now what's it tell you, Sam?
That he was on his
side, fetal position,
for quite a while after he died.
Five, maybe six hours.
It takes that long
for blood to settle.
The girl, maybe
when she was trying...
(Quincy) Turned him over?
No. Nothing like
that, I don't believe.
Still a coronary? Yeah.
These things don't
change much after the fact.
It doesn't wash.
It just doesn't wash!
Lieutenant, priests have
coronaries just like anybody else.
Not in bed with
hookers, they don't.
That's the first thing.
I want you to prove
that he didn't. He...
I can't prove that with a man.
How about the girl?
It's too late. I'm
sure she's clean.
She won't submit
to an examination,
and you couldn't get the
legal authority to force her.
Look, I knew... I
knew Father Terrell.
He was... he was a
friend, a good friend.
He was framed.
All right, he died
of a coronary.
The body, the lab,
they told you that much.
I'll buy that.
But I want them
to tell you more.
I want them to tell you
that Father Terrell's body
was planted with that girl.
Oh, Lieutenant,
as you have often pointed out,
it's my job only to
find the cause of death.
It's your job to see
that an innocent man
isn't smeared in the
mud after his death.
All right, maybe it's not
your job, it's your nature.
I asked for you, Quincy.
Not Cuccinello, not any of the
other men on the night shift, but you,
because you make waves.
Most of the time you
drive me up the wall.
(Monahan) But,
Quincy, I need you.
I don't know where to start.
There's not a damn thing
I can put my hands
on... Knock it off.
There is something
that you can do.
Sam and I were talking about
it when you came in. Yeah.
There's a possibility...
Now don't jump up and down
because it's one chance in five
but there is a possibility
that the body was moved.
You mean, with what
you found out so far?
Yeah.
It has to do with lividity.
Oh, let's not bore him
with the details now.
Sam and I'll follow through
with this until we're stopped,
which could happen any minute!
The time of death was 5:00 in
the afternoon, give or take an hour.
Which means wherever he died, it
happened between 4:00 and 6:00.
Now you have to find out where.
You're a pretty bright man
for a detective. It's up to you.
I'll find out, Quincy.
Thanks. Sam.
I've never seen him so hot.
He's hot because he's got
a cause, just like the priest.
Let's get started
on the microsection.
[typewriter clicking]
Thus, even in the
manner of his death,
or more accurately,
the place of his death,
Father Terrell remained
a controversial figure,
He first made news
when, eight years ago,
he led a successful rent
strike right here in the city.
Following that, he established
a halfway house
for «ex-convicts,
this in an upper-middle-class
neighborhood.
The neighbors protested,
sometimes violently,
Father Terrell didn't soothe any
ruffled feathers, when he remarked,
and I quote:
”I feel a lot safer with
my ex-cons than I do
with some of the lunatics
living around here, ”
After that, he founded an
orphanage and a home for the aged.
People thought that the
firebrand priest had mellowed,
but six months ago, he launched
his crusade against pornography,
most of his wrath directed
against certain magazines,
one of them locally published,
that he considered obscene.
He was largely
responsible for legislation,
which is now pending
in Sacramento,
that, if passed, would
drastically tighten obscenity laws,
but the outspoken priest was
unable to see his final battle through,
Father Martin Terrell,
activist, rebel, dead
at the age of 41.
In Washington, the
House Foreign Affairs...
Frank, would you
come in for a minute?
(Frank) Right.
(Desskasa) Frank, The article
we were planning for next month,
about the sex cult up in
the hills, how is it coming?
Glenn is finishing the
rewrite this morning.
And the art is terrific.
It's going to be a real winner.
Good. We'll get it all set up
because we're going
to jam it in this month.
Kill the piece
on Father Terrell.
Good.
Seems to me I suggested that.
After what's happened
to the good padre,
I wouldn't want to be
accused of bad taste.
That makes two of us.
I certainly will
sleep better tonight.
Good boy.
(Banion) And we
decided it was time for
our annual paint
job, Lieutenant.
You know, we've had 200
people come through here,
give or take a few,
since he started the place.
You know how many
of them are back in jail?
(Monahan) 25. That's right.
He told me that a
couple of weeks ago.
25.
There isn't a halfway house
with a better record than that.
It was all Father Terrell's
work, I can tell you that.
We met about five years ago.
I was working this division.
I was a sergeant
then... Monsignor? Why?
Tell me, why was it him?
Oh, Charlie, I don't know.
I wish I had an answer for you.
[kids chattering]
[bell tolling]
Charlie's been here
for three months.
Armed robbery, assault,
two and a half years in prison,
what we euphemistically
call a "correctional institution"
and Father Terrell
turned him right around.
I've never seen
anything like it.
He starts on Monday as
a carpenter's apprentice.
He got him the job?
Sure. He got 'em
all jobs eventually.
I've seen him on the
phone for hours at a time,
arguing and pleading
and yelling with
businessmen, labor leaders,
anybody who could help his
people with a job or with money.
He had a silver
tongue, Lieutenant.
For a priest, he was
a remarkable con man.
You're telling me. You know,
when he first started this place,
a lot of people around
here were concerned
that they'd be in the
middle of a crime wave.
I remember that.
Well, I was a little
worried myself,
so I came over here to,
uh, read him the rules.
I was going to be real stern.
By the time I left here, he
hit me up for a $100 donation.
That was Father Terrell.
There's the young
lady I want you to talk to.
Thanks, Julie. Thanks very much.
You want me to wait?
I have about an hour.
I may be with the
Monsignor longer than that.
Probably have a
lot to talk about.
Sure. Are you sure
he will drive you back?
See you later.
Father.
I was just out at
the beach house
getting together
some of his papers.
I know how you feel.
We'll go inside and talk.
First, I want you to meet
Lieutenant Monahan.
This is Beverly Conrad.
Miss Conrad.
Father Terrell talked about
you, Lieutenant, very warmly.
Thank you.
The Lieutenant needs
some information.
I told him you'd be
the best one qualified
to help him, if you don't mind.
Of course.
You worked closely
with Father Terrell?
Very closely.
I was his legal consultant
on his pornography campaign,
and I also helped out here.
Uh, when did you see him last?
Yesterday, at about 1:00.
We had lunch together.
Do you have any idea what his
schedule was for the afternoon?
Yes, I know it exactly.
At 2:00 he was supposed to
meet with a couple of assemblymen.
After that, there was
some church business.
And at 5:00 he was
to see Carlo Desskasa.
You stopped working.
It's because I
started thinking, Sam.
We took a nitroglycerin
tablet from his mouth, right?
(Sam) Mmm-hmm. Half dissolved.
Where did he get it?
I'm sure he had a prescription.
No, no, Sam,
where'd he get it from?
He got it from his pocket,
got it from a drawer?
Could be either one.
No. You don't carry
one tablet in your pocket.
You don't stick it in a drawer.
You use a container.
The police, they didn't find a
container in the girl's apartment.
Or in Father Terrell's
pocket, either.
You know, the odds are beginning
to swing in Monahan's favor.
There are now two
chances out of five
that that body was moved.
I still wouldn't run
to the $10 window.
Why not?
Look,
even if we proved that he
didn't die in the apartment,
there'd still be a thousand
unanswered questions.
We're just assuming
that he was moved.
Have you forgotten your basics?
First you doubt,
then you question,
then you assume
and then you prove.
Prove what? There
hasn't been a major crime.
The man died of natural causes.
There's not enough to get a search
warrant to look for the container.
We wouldn't know
where to look, anyway,
and we'd probably
never find it if we did.
Sam, don't rain on
my parade, will you?
If there's any chance, any
chance, that Father Terrell's body
was moved and we can clear him,
we're gonna work
under that assumption.
Where are we
gonna get the proof?
From him.
Father Terrell is going to tell
us whether or not he was moved.
And if he was moved,
he's going to
tell us who did it.
(Monahan) What
time would you say...
Excuse me.
Just the signature?
That's all.
Oh, and, uh, those two
girls are still out there waiting.
(Desskasa) Tell
them I won't be long.
No more interruptions,
no more telephone calls.
Excuse me, Lieutenant.
What time did Father
Terrell get here?
Mmm, 5:00 on the button.
And left?
(Desskasa) 20 or
30 minutes later.
Under his own power?
[chuckling]
I would say he was
propelled by rage.
You may have heard that the Father
and I weren't the greatest of fans.
Yeah, I understand he tried
to put you out of business.
(Desskasa) And he might
well have succeeded.
As a matter of fact, he
may still posthumously,
although now with
his image tarnished...
Then you'd say that he left
here at 5:20, perhaps 5:30?
Within that area.
Were there any
witnesses to verify that?
Lieutenant, uh,
correct me if I'm wrong,
but Father Terrell died of
natural causes, didn't he?
An autopsy hasn't
been completed yet.
But it was a coronary.
So what are you asking
me these questions for?
Unless you're trying
to tell me that you think
he died in this office
and that I... I had his body
moved to that girl's apartment,
in order to discredit a
noble man of the cloth.
I haven't made any
accusations, Mr. Desskasa.
No, no, no, I'm
jumping to conclusions,
but, after all, it's a conclusion
any bright 10-year-old would reach.
I asked you a
question a moment ago.
Of course, you don't
have to answer it.
[sighing] My
employees quit at 5:00.
Your secretary?
Angela.
She will verify.
No.
I remember, I
dismissed her at 5:10
because I didn't
need her anymore.
Then there are no witnesses?
I'm afraid not.
Lieutenant,
I've known a number
of saints in my day
and every one of them had feet
of clay, including Father Terrell.
Now I'm quite sure he
died where he was found.
[typewriter clicking]
Then you have nothing to
worry about, Mr. Desskasa.
I think we did it, Quince.
Got Father Terrell off the hook.
What did you find?
The lividity pattern.
Uh, it's not enough.
What are you talking about?
It proves that the body
was on a hard surface,
and, like you say, a
mattress doesn't qualify.
Hey, you want to take a look?
No, I trust you. Later. Later.
Man, I thought you'd
be jumping up and down!
I would be if it was enough
to clear Father Terrell,
but it isn't. Not yet.
You make out a final report.
Cause of death:
coronary thrombosis.
(Sam) Place of death: unknown.
And you think that'll
clear him? Read this.
That's a fairly
respectable newspaper.
What do you think the
scandal sheets are gonna do?
The report would
clear up any doubt.
Would it, Sam?
The place of death
would still be unknown.
Some people would
believe the body was moved,
but all the people
who read these papers,
they'll believe that the Father
died where he was found.
No, no, I am not
gonna write a final report
until I can give Monahan
a specific place of death!
Now I'm gonna
clear Father Terrell,
and I'm gonna
clear him absolutely.
Now he's raining on my parade.
Bev, how are you holding up?
Better. Much better.
Particularly since I
talked with the police.
Oh!
Uh, two glasses of
white wine, please.
You talked to the police?
No, no, he was at
the halfway house.
A Lieutenant Monahan.
He knew Marty.
He's sure the whole
thing was a setup.
That he didn't die
in that apartment?
And when I told him about
the appointment with Desskasa,
his face just lit up.
Julie, it had to be Desskasa.
Yes, but it would be
hard to prove, though.
He's pretty foxy.
They'll prove it.
Even if they do, he'll
get off very lightly.
After all, it wasn't a homicide.
Martin Terrell's
name will be cleared.
That's the important thing.
You know, I just can't thank you
enough for everything you've done.
For holding your
hand last night?
For all the kindness you've
shown in the last few months.
To both of us.
Well, I was deeply
fond of Father Terrell
and I'm more than
half in love with you.
So what else could I do?
He had the motive, the
opportunity. The timing fits perfectly
and he had no alibi.
And you can't touch him, huh?
I can't touch him,
not yet, but I will.
So help me, before
the day's out, I will.
Through the lady of the evening?
That little liar.
I called her before but
there was no answer.
I had a bunch of
people looking for her
right after I left Desskasa's.
She's in town, Quincy.
She's been seen.
I'll bet we'll have her
in my office in an hour.
You're not filing any charges?
No, no. Nothing will stick now.
But I'll nail her to the wall
if she doesn't tell the truth.
You know what I'm
gonna do, Quincy?
First, I'm going to
tell her all we've got.
There isn't much. All we have are
some clues that might not pan out.
I'll tell her we've got more
and scare the hell out of her.
I'll get the whole vice squad
to park on her door step.
She'll be out of
business in a month.
I'm going to get her to
blow this thing wide open!
About 5:15, like
I told you before.
Is that right?
We happen to know someone
that was with Father Terrell
at 5:20, maybe longer.
He could have been wrong
about the time, or maybe I was.
Miss Rowan, all we've got on you
is turning in a phony police
report the first time around.
Maybe a $500 fine.
I'll see what I can do.
There's even a chance
they may waive the fine,
if you level with us.
(Monahan) What do you say?
Come on, don't
give us any garbage.
Give us the facts.
There are two things that
point to the body being moved.
A partially dissolved
nitroglycerin tablet
was found in Father
Terrell's mouth,
but the police couldn't
find the container.
Not on his person
or in your apartment.
Now when somebody has a
heart condition, and he had,
they don't carry pills around
one at a time to gather lint.
Go on, Doctor.
The second point is technical,
but believe me,
it's very conclusive.
It's what we call post-mortem
settling of the blood. Lividity.
That proves that after Father
Terrell had his heart attack,
he was lying on a very
hard surface on his side.
And your bed is soft,
and you're not very strong,
so if he had
fallen on the floor,
you wouldn't have been
able to lift him up in bed,
and there was no
reason for you to try.
That shows he
died someplace else
and was planted
in your apartment.
What do you say,
Miss Rowan... Michelle.
Lieutenant, I believe you've
been violating my client's rights.
He represents you?
You sure know who to call
when you're in trouble, don't you?
Now you, uh, haven't
said anything yet?
I mean, anything of consequence?
No, no, no, they were
just talking to me, mostly.
I'm Jules Draper.
Dr. Quincy, Coroner's Office.
I thought you looked familiar.
Have we met?
Only in the morning newspapers.
We just spelled out a few
facts to your client, Draper.
You're both lucky.
I think she's starting
to see the light.
I thought you didn't say
anything of any consequence.
Only that I may have
been a little off on the time.
Other than that, I will stick
to everything else I told you.
(Sam) They couldn't arrest her?
(Quincy) For what?
Being a naughty girl?
For conspiracy,
something like that.
With who? They can't
even get Desskasa.
How are they gonna nail her
for playing footsie with him?
Any two-bit lawyer would get her out
before she got to the booking sergeant.
And believe me,
he's no two-bit lawyer.
Yeah, I heard about
Draper. Pretty hot stuff, huh?
If I ever get caught
embezzling from petty cash,
I want him to represent me.
I'll wind up owning City Hall.
Quince.
(Quincy) Mmm.
Take another look, Sam.
(Sam) Where did it come from?
Upper respiratory tracheal.
Must have inhaled
that with a lot of smog.
What do you think?
Well,
some kind of synthetic fiber.
We'll run through the usual
and see what we come up with.
[telephone ringing]
Fujiyama.
Uh, yes, sir, I'll tell him.
Your master's voice.
Astin?
Mmm-hmm. He wants to see you.
(Sam) Like, right now.
I'm going. I'm going.
Oh, Quincy!
Oh, come in, sit down.
(Astin) I sent
for you, didn't I?
Yes, you did.
Quincy I don't, uh,
often confide in you.
You know I work here,
yet every once in a while I allow
myself the luxury of daydreaming.
We all do that.
Uh-huh.
In my dreams, I
sometimes imagine that
my department is
much larger than it is.
That I have dozens...
[telephone ringing]
Yes? Tell Jerry I'll speak to
him at the budget meeting.
Even hundreds of
medical examiners.
That I can give them all the time in
the world to do their jobs perfectly.
Well, that's certainly a
worthwhile dream, sir.
Well, let's get to the point.
This autopsy on Father
Terrell seems to be
taking a lot of
your valuable time.
It's going a lot
slower than I'd hoped.
We know the cause of
death. That's not an issue.
But we don't know where he died.
That's for the police department
and we have a good one.
Yeah, but they're stuck.
The only information
we're gonna get,
we're gonna get from the body.
How much longer will it take?
[intercom buzzing]
Sylvia, no more calls.
Let's look at it this way.
People do have
a right to burial.
Father Terrell has a right
to have his name cleared.
I know.
Quincy, uh, time is
the department's money
and Jerry is, uh...
I'll give you till
tomorrow noon.
Now I wish I could give
you more time, I really do,
but that's it.
I appreciate it. It's
better than nothing.
Can I borrow your comb, sir?
Uh, my comb? Please, yes.
Please.
Thank you. You're welcome.
Quincy? How long
till your next vacation?
About four months.
That long?
(Sam) What did he want?
Scientist at work.
(Quincy) Sam.
You've got something?
Be my guest.
Now, on the right side is the stuff
I took from Father Terrell's throat.
On the left side, fibers
from Astin's carpet.
(Sam) He aspirated
fibers from the carpet?
That's right.
He had an attack, he
fell to the floor face down.
He gasped for breath
and he vacuumed it up.
Lieutenant Monahan, please.
I'm telling you,
it's a sure thing.
Hello? Monahan? Quincy.
One question.
You've been in
Desskasa's office, right?
What color is his carpet?
What?
(Quincy) His carpet,
What color is it?
Why?
Because it just may save
Father Terrell's name, that's all.
Now tell me, was it
blue, green? What was it?
I don't remember.
Could you go over
there right away?
And if it's a rust color,
try to figure out a way
to get a sample of it.
Just a few fibers is all I need.
I won't be able to. I've got a
meeting with the Commander.
Uh, it's about time I met
Desskasa myself anyway.
All right. I'll do it. Bye-bye.
I want you to watch the store.
You're going in your greenies?
Oh, excuse me, this way.
For what? For the photo studio.
Aren't you from the agency?
No, I'm Dr. Quincy. I'm
with the Coroner's Office.
Oh, I thought you
were one of the models.
Well, thank you, I'm flattered.
You wouldn't if you
knew what you had to do.
What? An ad for pantyhose.
Pantyhose?
To tell you the truth,
I'm still flattered.
You're cute.
Where's Mr. Desskasa?
He's in the middle
of a photo session.
He'd want to see me.
Hmm.
Well, I'll ask.
Okay.
Ashes on the rug. It's
really not good for it.
You're, uh, Dr. Quincy,
I am Carlos Desskasa.
Nice to meet you.
You're an ally of
Lieutenant Monahan?
You might say so.
Sit down.
Thank you very much.
Over there.
Over there?
Yeah.
Lieutenant Monahan and I
are looking for the same things.
Uh-huh!
To restore the good name of
Father Terrell and to destroy mine.
No...
No offense, Mr. Desskasa,
but I never heard your name
mentioned with quite the same respect.
Respect, Doctor, is
a very transitory thing.
You're the one
performing the autopsy?
That's right.
Why aren't you in your
laboratory? What brings you here?
Since we're being blunt,
I'm here for two reasons.
I wanted to meet you.
I wanted to find some evidence.
You've succeeded on both counts.
You have some evidence for me?
I have
a confession.
What?
Not of guilt.
You see, I... I didn't tell
Lieutenant Monahan the entire story.
Is that right?
No, I didn't tell him
precisely what it was that
Father Terrell and I
discussed here the other day.
It was that.
(Desskasa) Uh,
you can look at it now
or take it home and
read it at your leisure.
What's in here?
Galley proofs, photographs.
You see, we were doing
a story on Father Terrell.
It would have been on
the stands Saturday, but
of course, I yanked it as
soon as I heard that he died.
You showed this to him?
Hmm. He was quite upset,
and with good reason.
You see, it was all about a
wild affair he'd been having.
I never knew Father Terrell,
but, believe it or
not, since his death
I've gotten to
know him very well.
I don't believe a word
that's printed here.
Some of our readers
wouldn't either, but most would.
You see, it's well documented.
Photos, tapes.
Would you like a drink?
No, thanks. My taste
buds have gone sour.
(Desskasa) Listen.
You and Lieutenant Monahan
think that Father
Terrell died in this office,
and that I moved the body to that
girl's apartment to discredit him,
but the story would
have done that,
without the least
bit of risk to me.
So even if the good
Father had died here,
why would I take the
chance of moving him, huh?
What reason could I have?
You said it yourself.
Most people won't believe
the garbage that you print,
but you figured if a
priest is actually found
in the bed of a
girl's apartment,
they might accept
it, and you're right.
They might until it was
proven to be a frame.
Oh, well, I'm afraid I can't
help you to prove that.
Maybe you have
already, Mr. Desskasa.
Maybe you have.
Let me speak to
Mr. Draper, please.
Yes, dear. Mmm-hmm.
Of course. Hey, that's terrific.
Sam, this is important.
I can't talk now.
You know I do.
[continues chattering]
Okay. Bye-bye.
Please stop.
You got the stuff?
I'm the best
carpet thief in town.
Looks like the right color, too.
Oh, Monahan's in your office.
I explained to him
what it's all about.
Okay. Get on it
right away, will you?
[sighing]
Any luck?
Maybe the big casino.
What? Relax. We've got
a couple of minutes yet.
"Hospital Practice: What
to do during pregnancy."
Here's something
more exciting to read.
What Desskasa and Father
Terrell were talking about.
Beverly Conrad?
Yeah, who is she?
Lawyer, she worked
with Father Terrell.
Photos, innuendoes,
accusations...
Take it easy, that's
the way they work it.
When does this come out?
It's not going
to. They killed it.
Out of respect for the dead.
Believe me...
Quincy, it's all set.
You sure those are the fibers?
Yeah.
Not even close.
Even I can see that.
Puts us back to square one.
(Danny) You didn't park that
hearse outside again, did you?
Am I gonna get that beer today?
Hey, you look like
death warmed over.
(Danny) This is a place with
a happy image, you know.
What did you do, lose a battle?
Today I'm afraid I lost the war.
Did I ever tell you about
my friend Markowitz?
[telephone ringing]
Do you have to?
The accident was the best
thing that happened to him.
He had a wife. Oh,
forget about her.
His partner for 22
years. Anyway...
Every morning he
would get up... Who?
Markowitz.
The phone is ringing.
Yeah, Danny's.
Oh, he's here, yeah,
filling the place with joy.
Hold on, Sam.
(Danny) Psst.
It's Sam.
Sam, what dead horse
are we beating now?
That tissue section you
wanted on the ecchymotic area...
The one I thought was a bruise?
It is, no question about it.
It's loaded with white cells and
erythrocytes all through the tissue.
(Sam) For a bruise
that size to form I'd say,
he had to be alive, oh, at
least an hour after the trauma.
(Sam) Probably
after the coronary.
Sam, do you know
what that means?
He might have lived if they
had taken him to a doctor
instead of a hooker.
Couldn't that make it negligent
homicide or manslaughter, maybe?
We've got all types of crimes,
but we got no one to
pin them on, that's all.
Why don't you go home early
and get yourself some rest?
(Quincy) Get a fresh
start in the morning.
Okay. Bye-bye.
Anyway, this Markowitz never
does what he threatens to...
Again with Markowitz?
One time he... Wait a minute.
If he was alive an hour
after the heart attack...
Markowitz?
How come the
tablet didn't dissolve?
Call Sam for me, will
you? He's at the lab.
Tell him to wait for me.
I'll be right there!
You know Markowitz, don't you?
(Sam) Two heart attacks?
It had to be, Sam.
If he had one and lived
an hour, even two minutes,
the nitro would have dissolved.
So he had the first
coronary, passed out...
Regained consciousness
someplace else
and then had another attack.
Died immediately.
No, he died almost immediately.
He lived long enough
to take that tablet.
Collected some rug fibers,
but from whose rug?
That's the question.
(Quincy) Oh, Father, Father.
Where did it all happen?
Nobody can tell me but you.
(Quincy Sam? )
What do you make of this?
I would say it was chafing.
His clerical collar.
No, that's too high, see?
(Quincy) See how uneven?
It's almost scalloped.
Like the edge of a tire.
That's it, Sam.
The neck was
pressed against a tire.
That's what kept the blood from
settling evenly, gave it that pattern.
Why would his neck be
pressed against a tire?
A spare tire.
You lost me.
Suppose he was
in the trunk of a car
being moved from
one place to another.
A lot of automobile
trunks are carpeted.
I'll bet you Desskasa's is.
Nothing second-class
about that man.
Lieutenant Monahan,
please. This is Dr. Quincy.
He's where?
In court!
It's no good.
We've no probable
cause to get a warrant,
so anything I find,
they'll throw out of court.
We can't do a thing?
Not on that. Not for now.
What are we to do? Sit on
our butts till something breaks?
I've got to turn in my
report by noon tomorrow.
Oh, you're pretty calm
for the guy who got me
all steamed up about this case.
Just turn in your
autopsy report, huh?
Place of death: unknown.
There's nothing more you can do.
I'll stick to the case
for as long as it takes.
Where are you gonna start?
I've got something that doesn't
make much sense now, but it will.
For openers, Jules Draper,
he's Desskasa's attorney.
Not officially, but
actually. I checked.
What about that Beverly Conrad
woman? Where does she fit in?
The one supposed to have
had an affair with the Father.
(Monahan) She was working
with Terrell against Desskasa.
She's the one that told me the priest
had an appointment with Desskasa.
Now, I met Beverly
Conrad at the halfway house.
She was dropped off
there, by guess who?
By Jules Draper.
Wow!
You're gonna wait around until it makes
sense to you and then make your move?
Right.
Not me, I'm gonna
move right now!
I can't say it's
all lies, Doctor.
A lot of it is true.
Father Terrell and I
were together a great deal.
We were never lovers.
Please.
Here are some of the pictures
they were gonna use in the article.
Not exactly damning, are they?
No.
Having dinner
together in a restaurant.
By the way, originally there
were two more people in this shot.
Sitting on the sun
deck at Julie's house.
You know, this must have been
taken with a telescopic lens...
Julie is Jules Draper?
Yeah, that's right.
He's a friend of mine.
He let us use his
house out at the beach.
That's where we worked.
Is there a tape recorder there?
There's all sorts of
dictating equipment.
Father Terrell
always worked with it.
That's why Julie
offered us his house.
The stuff in the article that
was going to be in the magazine,
did you and Father Terrell
ever have discussions like that?
Absolutely. He was
a very attractive man.
I told him so.
And he was equally
honest with you?
In his way, yeah.
Yes, he talked
about his feelings.
We talked about everything.
Is it possible those
discussions were recorded
without you knowing about it?
Who in the world would
want to do a thing like that?
By Desskasa? Yes.
I told you those conversations
happened out at Julie's house.
Where's Mr. Draper now?
He's in San Francisco on a case.
He'll be back later
on this afternoon.
I suppose his
car's at the airport.
No, as a matter
of fact, I have it.
Mine's in the shop,
so he let me use his.
Look, Doctor, I
don't understand.
As far as Julie's... Please.
I'm sure you don't know,
but Jules Draper is
Desskasa's attorney.
I'm sorry.
I'm terribly sorry.
He left Desskasa's about
5:30 under his own power,
but a little agitated.
He went straight
to an attorney. You.
Come now, Lieutenant.
He knew you as a top attorney.
A gracious host, a friend.
He didn't know you
represented the man
who was trying to destroy him.
You do represent
Desskasa, Mr. Draper.
Anyway, in your office
he had his first attack.
His first?
Yes, he was still alive. Quincy.
No, let him know!
He might have
been brought around.
If you had called for help,
he might be alive today.
But, no. You were
worried about yourself.
Saving a couple of
bucks. You planted him...
Quincy, please!
(Draper) So far, it's
all speculation, Doctor.
Lieutenant, all of it.
He came to in the
trunk of your car.
Now we don't know how
long he remained alive,
but that's where he
had his fatal attack.
In my car?
Yes, in the trunk.
I'm sure you believe every word
of this, Lieutenant, but it isn't true.
And of course it follows you'll
never be able to prove a word of it.
I think we have already.
We've gone through
the trunk of your car.
That is quite illegal!
Miss Conrad gave us permission.
You let her use it, which
made her your agent,
and any evidence uncovered
is admissible in court.
(Monahan) You should know that.
We also found
some other evidence.
Took some rug fibers from the
carpet in the trunk of your car.
They match with what we
found in Father Terrell's throat.
We also found the container
for his nitroglycerin tablets.
It's still circumstantial.
On the strength of all that, we had
another talk with Michelle Rowan.
(Monahan) I can't say
much for her character,
but she's not exactly stupid.
The City Attorney's preparing
indictments, Mr. Draper.
Negligent homicide
and a few other charges.
I'm sure they'll be
presented soon.
Three fours.
Three fours?
It's not your turn.
Four fives.
Three fours. Six fours.
Six fours? Shh.
And you can't touch Desskasa.
There's no evidence that
he knew anything about it,
but the bad publicity is
going to hurt his magazine.
Six fours I said. You got six...
I think they'll convict Draper.
Father Terrell's body
showed us the way.
He was a wonderful
man. Good friend.
I'm gonna miss him.
Did you park that meat
wagon outside again?
I told you, don't call
it the meat wagon.
(Quincy) No, I didn't.
Good.
We used the
Lieutenant's police car.
Oh, terrific.
That's why business is so good.
They probably think
this joint is being raided.
And it is!
Lieutenant, we've got a
leaper on suicide bridge.
(Monahan) You get his name?
Markowitz.