Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 2, Episode 4 - Visitors in Paradise - full transcript

My mother was murdered,

and they arrested my
father but he didn't do it.

Jessie.

I'm sorry, I... I was
looking for someone.

You won't find what
you're looking for in here.

I'm just a little concerned
about your safety.

Welcome to Paradise.

Somebody in this
room killed Laura Devlin.

There are other people
who know about it.

Otherwise, the
conspiracy to try to stop me

from investigating
wouldn't have happened.



I won't be able to protect
you if you keep this up.

[tires screeching]

That's John Cassey, pull over.

Sheriff Connolly,
please help me.

He's getting away.

Wait a minute. What are
you doing out here, Cassey,

running around like this?

Laura.

Someone's killed her.

I was chasing after
them when I found...

I don't see anybody.

All I see is you got a lot of blood
all over the front of your shirt.

I had a nose bleed.

A nose bleed?



Spread your feet.

He's getting away.

I told you there is
nobody out there.

Why don't you just tell
us about Laura, huh?

(Quincy) Here we
are now. Paradise.

(Danny) Terrific.

Look at this. Look at that lake.

(Danny) This is
it. Isn't it a beauty?

I don't think I can move.

Well, not bad.

What are you waiting for?

Bring in the gear, will you?

I gotta do everything?

This is supposed
to be a vacation.

(announcer) Mr. Raymond,
you have a telephone call.

Please report to the front desk.

Welcome to Paradise.

I've been looking
forward to it a long time.

Dr. Quincy,

I'm Howard Garfield,
the Manager.

Nice to meet you, sir.

Coroner's Office.

Does that mean you
handle dead bodies?

Well, usually they are dead.

But once in a while, we
let a live one go through.

You do?

Yeah, but we usually
realize it in time though.

[laughing]

Dr. Quincy, I certainly
hope you enjoy your stay

here at the hotel.

I'm sure I will.

It's so beautiful,
here on the lake.

(woman) Hey, watch it.

I'm sorry.

You didn't have to bring
'em all in at one time.

I knew one thing as a
waiter. Save the legs.

Set your bags down.

Jerry will have someone
take them up to your room.

I hear Jerry Munroe is the
best fisherman on the lake.

You hear right.

Where can I find him?

At the end of the pier.
You can't miss his shack.

Good. Okay, let's go.

Where?

I want to get down to our
boat as fast as possible.

We just got here and
we're late already?

Mr. Shannon?

Oh, uh, yeah.

I believe that'll cover it.

Thank you, sir.

Come stay with us
again, Mr. Shannon.

[coin rattling]

Jessie? Yes.

It's Jack Shannon.

I want you to meet me

at the Valley Hotel
Library Bar right away.

(Jessie) But you told
me you couldn't help me.

No.

I don't think you'll be sorry.

(Quincy) Hang on, Danny.

I've got him. Catch
him when he comes up.

There we go, baby. There we go.

Come here.

Come here.

How about that?

This is terrific. Slimy.

How come you catch
everything in sight?

I don't get nothing.
These fish, I hate 'em.

Catching fish is
not what's important.

Then why are we here?

For the fishing, the atmosphere.

Look at this
day. It's beautiful.

Oh, boy.

Take a deep breath of
that clean mountain air.

Get rid of the
monoxide in your lungs.

I like monoxide,
monoxide likes me.

I'm used to getting
behind the exhaust system.

[ducks quacking]

Need some energy.

You're really missing
the whole point.

We're both overworked, right?

We have to relax,
we have to unwind.

Up here, you don't
have to serve anybody,

I don't have to worry
that Astin will call.

We have three days
of unstructured time.

Think of that.

I'm thinking of it. This
is driving me crazy.

Dr. Quincy?

Yeah.

I'm Jessica Cassey.

How do you do?

It was smart of you to meet
me out here on the water.

It was?

There are a lot of
nosy people in town.

I think you've mistaken
me for somebody else.

You're not a medical examiner?

Well, as a matter of fact I am,

from Los Angeles.
I'm here on vacation.

I don't understand.

I thought you agreed
to help me for $300.

Me help you?

What's the matter?

I just gave Shannon
all the money

I had left in the world.

He promised me
that you'd help me.

You're my last chance.

Who's Shannon?

He's a private detective.

Wait a minute. Let
me get this straight.

A private detective told you

that he'd hired
me on your behalf?

Yeah.

Where is this guy now?

He's probably as
far from Paradise

as you can get in half an hour.

Okay. If you had hired me,

what would I be investigating?

Quincy?

Shush, will you?

My mother was
murdered on August 7.

They arrested my father
because he was drunk

and I guess he'd threatened her,

but he didn't do it.

I mean, my father is a
very gentle man, Dr. Quincy.

He'd never destroy
the thing that he loved

the most in the whole world.

There must've been
some evidence against him.

It was all circumstantial.

It seems like we've
heard that too...

Want to cut it out?

Look into it for
me, Doctor, please?

I can get some
more money together.

I can sell my boat.

I can get some money from...

It's not a question of money.

I don't think I can do
it, even if I wanted to.

I think I'm out of
my jurisdiction.

I have a right to bring in
an independent pathologist

to examine the
evidence, don't I?

Well, technically, yes.

Would you please ask
a few questions for me?

I mean, if I could just
prove one little mistake,

just a little one,

I could maybe get another trial.

Your father's
already been tried?

And convicted.

There's no one else
that I can turn to.

Not in this town.

May I remind you how
long you've been waiting

to get these hours away
from that icebox you work in?

I mean, you know...

How long is it going to take?

Okay, I'll ask a few
questions for you.

But, if the evidence
points to your father...

I just have to know.

I lost two members of my
family in the same night.

And I can't bring
my mother back.

But I can do
something for my father

with your help.

Thank you.

[dog barking]

This is, uh, where I work,
you can reach me there.

You all right?

Yeah, I think so.

This is how we
spend nice few hours

enjoying our recreation?

What was I supposed to do?

I feel kind of responsible.

That guy took her for $300.

It's me you're talking to.

I know what you're like.

You drive by a cemetery
and your hands begin to itch.

They dump a murder
mystery in your lap

and you've got
to pick it up, huh?

You got a big mouth,
you know that?

It's true.

Listen, I'm going to go ashore.

If you want to eat tonight,
you better catch something.

I'm going to catch a...

Welcome to Paradise.

Hi, can I help you?

I'd like to see the editor.

I'm the editor, George Crawford.

Dr. Quincy.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to use your morgue

to see some back
copies of the paper.

Sure, this way.

How far back do you want to go?

[telephone ringing]

Well, August, I think it is.

I want to read everything

you have on the Cassey murder.

What did you say your name was?

Dr. Quincy, of Los Angeles.

The Cassey murder.
You do remember it?

Everyone remembers it.

Let's see, August, here we are.

There's the copy
that carried the story.

You must get a lot of
murders in this town.

Why do you say that?

Didn't even make the headlines.

It's on Page Seven.

Page Seven.

Felony manslaughter?

Dr. Quincy?

That's right.

I'm Sheriff Connolly.

I understand you
have some interest

in the Laura Devlin case.

Wow!

News certainly
travels fast in this town.

Well, it's a small community,

the people here like
to observe their visitors,

and react if they take
more than a casual interest

in a local affair.

What interest? All
I did was ask to see

an old newspaper report
about what was described

to me as a murder.

Here's what I got.

A half a column on Page Seven
about a felony manslaughter.

That's all there was.

You, uh, heading somewhere?

Nowhere in particular.

Tell me something.

Why would the Los
Angeles Coroner's Office

take an interest
in a two-month-old

manslaughter case
in another town?

Oh, believe me, it's
personal, not official.

You're not a
friend of the family.

You know that for a fact?

Oh, yeah.

I knew Laura Devlin
quite a few years.

We came to Paradise
at the same time.

Together?

No.

She a kind of woman
you got to know well

over a long period of time.

She was admired and
loved by a lot of people here.

You get my drift?

I think so.

Listen. Here it says
Laura Devlin, how come?

Well, she divorced Cassey

a couple of years
ago and remarried.

It's an open-and-shut
case, Doc, believe me.

I would like to. Come
on, tell me about it.

Well, we, uh...

We caught him running
away from the house.

He was very upset,
almost incoherent.

What about the murder weapon?

Had his fingerprints
all over it.

Wait a minute.

Let me see if I can
understand this.

A man is belligerent, he
goes to see his ex-wife,

his fingerprints are
on the murder weapon,

and you let him get away
with felony manslaughter?

Cassey was drunk. It
was not premeditated.

You get a lot of routine deaths

in the big city, we get
our share here, too.

Look, Doc, like I
said, open shut.

If it's that open-and-shut,

nobody will mind my
examining the evidence.

You'd be wasting your time.

Yeah?

Then how come you
got down here so fast?

I was in that newspaper
office about 10 minutes.

I don't want a lot
of painful memories

stirred up again in this town

when the case is closed.

Let's see, I had that file.

I was looking at it
only this morning.

(announcer) Please
report to radiology,

Dr. Robinson, Radiology, please.

Laura Devlin.
Temporal bone crushed,

meningeal artery severed,

tentorium lacerated.

With one blow?

Could have been two.

Doesn't that take the edge
off felony manslaughter?

Doctor, I don't prosecute cases,

I just provide medical evidence.

Sit down. Thank you.

It's all right here.

Iran the basic series of tests,

blood type, liver
temp, blood alcohol.

Did you run an aqueous
humor electrolytes test?

Sure did. Helped me establish

the time of death somewhere
between 8:00 and 9:00.

Uh-huh.

What about contusions?

Did Laura Devlin try
to fight off her attacker?

Yes, she did.

Was this consistent with
Cassey's appearance?

Could you prove
he was in a struggle?

He was a mess
when they found him.

That's really not what
I asked you, Doctor.

Was there evidences
of a struggle

that would've matched
the marks on the deceased?

Did you check that out?

No, didn't think
it was necessary.

You didn't think
it was necessary?

But you know it's necessary
to perform every test possible

to determine the cause of death.

Look, uh, Cassey had
blood all over his shirt,

and it was his wife's blood.

What did Cassey say?

He said he had a nose bleed.

What type of blood did he have?

I don't know what
type of blood he had.

What difference does it make?

If he has the same
type as his ex-wife,

he might have
been telling the truth.

Look, he had blood all
over the front of his shirt

and he said he had a nose bleed.

Would you believe
something like that?

I would have checked it out.

What about a scanning electron
microscopy of the wound edge,

did you perform that?

An electron microscope.

What does that cost?

About $100,000?

You wanna lend
us yours sometime?

We don't have that
kind of equipment here.

I am lucky if I
get a new scalpel.

I'm sorry, I... I lost my head.

Look, um...

Laura Devlin died because of

the crushing blow to the skull.

Now I did an autopsy
limited to the head.

If you'd like me to check
Cassey's blood type,

I'll be glad to.

I don't think you
will find anything,

but I'll be glad to do it.

I'd appreciate it.

I'm staying at the Valley
Hotel, you can reach me there.

Fine.

You have all the questions
answered that you'd like?

Yes, I have.

He's a medical examiner
from Los Angeles

and he's not going to quit.

Connolly talked
to him and he went

straight from there
to see Taggart.

I'll call Devlin.

All right.

[machinery humming]

[telephone ringing]

Peter Devlin.

Peter, this is Bob Haviland.

Quincy's just
been to the hospital

to see Dr. Taggart.

Wants him to run some
sort of blood test on Cassey.

What does he
think that will prove?

I don't know. He
was talking about

some tests that
weren't done on Laura.

No, but, I'm... I'm sure
he's not talking about

exhuming her body for them.

He has no authority for that.

Matter of fact, he's got
no jurisdiction here at all.

That doesn't seem
to be stopping him.

Sheriff Connolly warned
him to stay out of it

before he went to see
Taggart at the hospital.

Don't worry about it.

What is he gonna find out?

Exactly what everyone
else found out.

Cassey killed her.

Look, Peter, I'm
just worried that...

I'll take care of it. Goodbye.

Could you tell me
where Miss Cassey is?

She's right back there.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, I... I was
looking for someone.

You won't find what
you're looking for in here.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Quincy.

I thought you were in there.

What've you found?

That you didn't level with me.

What are you talking about?

You didn't say your
father was convicted

of felony manslaughter
and murder.

Felony manslaughter
means 10 to 15 years in jail.

My father's health isn't good.

I mean, sentencing
him to manslaughter

is as good as
sentencing him to death.

He can't last that
long in prison.

Besides, he's innocent.

Jessie, I have to tell you,

the proof against
him is overwhelming.

He was drunk, like you said.

He was seen running
away from the house.

His fingerprints
were on the ashtray

that killed your mother.

There were a couple
of peripheral tests

that were not done,

but overall, I can't see
any real negligence.

You didn't tell me that
when they found him,

his shirt was
covered with blood.

He had a nose bleed.

Kind of confusing,
isn't it, a nose bleed?

Do you really believe that?

Yes, I do.

He always gets
them, all the time.

There must be something
else you can do, please.

I can't change
the facts, Jessie.

Now, I'm surprised
at the attitude

of some of the
townspeople about this case,

but that doesn't point
to his guilt or innocence.

They have suppressed
and twisted the evidence.

They know that he's innocent.

Who are they?

All of them.

Thank you for
trying, Dr. Quincy.

I'm sorry I wasted your time.

You ought to be locked up.

[birds chirping]

Oh!

Listen, my bags
aren't in my room.

You gave me the
wrong room number.

Your bags are outside
in your jeep, Doctor.

What?

We've made a grave mistake.

The hotel is
completely overbooked.

I'm afraid we can't
accommodate you

or your friend this weekend.

But I gave you a deposit.

Returned in full, sir.

I do apologize on
behalf of the hotel,

but these things happen.

I'm sure you understand.

Of course.

And where do you
recommend I stay?

It's that season of the year.

I don't think you'll
find any place to stay.

Oh, I'll find some place
to stay, Mr. Garfield.

You can count on it.

You see, I promised myself
that when I found Paradise,

I'd stay as long as I could.

By the way, where
can I find Peter Devlin?

His home is on the hill,

but he's probably
at the drilling site.

Drilling site? Yes.

This is going to be a
big oil town, Doctor.

Could be the
biggest in the state.

Folks here are
going to get rich.

It's the greatest thing
ever to happen to Paradise.

Sure.

(announcer) Mr. Raymond,
you have a telephone call

at the front desk.

Mr. Raymond, please
report to the front desk.

[dialing telephone]

[honking]

[brakes screeching]

Let me, uh, let me help
you out of here, mister.

I didn't see you
coming down that road.

You gotta be very careful
the way you drive around here

because you do want
to be alive in Paradise.

I'll remember that.

The first thing we
want to do here

is get you out of this ditch.

Right, Stone, you want
to give us a hand here?

Hey!

Oh, now, Stone, that was
a very clumsy thing to do.

You just broke
this man's window.

How... how is he
supposed to drive the truck

with the wind blowing
in the back there, huh?

Come on, get around
this side. Go on.

You try to tell
them what you want

and they don't listen.

You know what I mean?

[glass shattering]

Stone, you've got to learn
to be a little more careful.

You just broke another window.

You're not safe to have around.

I apologize, I really
do. Forgive me.

Don't forget this one.

[glass shattering]

I will tell you something,
once he gets started,

you just can't make him quit.

I am glad we were of some help.

Mr. Stone.

[engine revving]

[tires screeching]

Oh, uh, what
happened here, Doctor?

I want to report a hit-and-run.

Very interesting,
that's the second one

I've had in the last hour.

The boys from the Devlin
Construction Company

said that a jeep-wagon
almost forced them off the road.

They said you were
going around 80 mph

coming around that corner.

They may press
charges against you.

They aren't going to
press charges against me.

They forced me off the road.

They deliberately
broke my window.

You don't see the pickup
in the ditch, do you?

Now why would
a couple of riggers

force you off the road?

I don't know.

I have known those oil
boys a pretty long time.

How long have I known you?

A day.

You've caused more
trouble in that one day

than they ever have.

Want me to give you a lift?

I'll feel safer
in the tow truck.

[machinery humming]

Mr. Devlin.

Come on in, Quincy.

I am acquiring
quite a reputation.

You know well

sometimes that happens
when you probe into

matters that really
don't concern you.

The truth always concerns me.

The death of my wife?

That also concerned
me, Dr. Quincy.

We'd only been
married for three months.

And what gives you
the right to dredge up

memories that are
painful to other people,

and which will serve
no purpose whatsoever?

Your stepdaughter...

My stepdaughter,
she's a highly strung,

paranoid young woman
who idolizes her father.

He's a man who
has never been worth

a damn to anybody
in his entire life.

You'd best forgive a note
of bitterness in my voice.

He did kill my wife.

Jessica doesn't believe it.

I don't care what
Jessica believes.

That was proven
in a court of law

and that is the end of it.

Then why was I
forced off the road?

Who would do a thing like that?

Oh, a couple of boys
who work for you.

You know some good
old boys are on an oil-rig.

[laughs]

They probably thought they
were doing the right thing.

Mr. Devlin, intimidation,
violence and threats

are never the right things.

Let's talk about a murder case

that got half a column
in the newspapers.

Now, no case is
that open-and-shut.

You're awfully anxious

to get your name in
headlines, aren't you, Doc?

Look, Mr. Devlin,

there's something
going on in this town.

I don't like the smell of it.

People are running
around scared.

Now what are they scared of?

The truth? What
are you scared of?

You better drop it, Quincy.

You have no authority here.

That's where you are wrong.

When Jessica brought me in
as an independent pathologist,

she gave me the authority.

I'll see you around.

Dr. Quincy?

Look, do-does it have
to be spelled out for you,

what happened around here?

John Cassey's lived in this
town for almost 30 years.

Everybody liked him.

They didn't respect
him, they did like him.

Finally, the man lost his wife,

his job, his family.

Then, in a drunken rage,

he killed the one person

that ever meant anything to him.

Sure, it should have
been called murder,

but it was pronounced
felony manslaughter.

They let him off the hook.

I wonder if he appreciates
all you have done for him.

I got a big mouth.

If I want to eat, catch fish.

Bite the lure, you stupid.

Hey, come on, get
that... get that thing...

What are you trying to
do, scare the fish away?

Get this thing out of here.

Oh, sorry about that.
We, uh, got a little close.

We were looking for Dr. Quincy.

He's ashore somewhere.

Oh, where?

He didn't leave me a
copy of his itinerary.

You're a friend of
his, is that right?

Right. What is
this, 20 questions?

[laughs]

If I get all the answers right,

do I win a cigar?

No, I'm just a little
concerned about your safety.

Yeah, this, uh, this lake
can be very dangerous.

Yeah, you are absolutely right.

Right I'm right, sure.

This boat that old man
Munroe lets you take out?

It's a disgrace.

Full of holes.

I don't see any holes.

[gun firing]

See them now?

Tell Dr. Quincy
we'll be in touch.

I never received that report
on Cassey's blood type.

Yes, I believe my secretary
called you over at your hotel.

Never mind, what was it?

It was the same.

The same as his wife?

Thank you very much.

Key to my room, please.

You haven't got a room.

I don't need no jokes, the key.

You checked out.

I did?

I checked out of a room

that I haven't even been in yet?

That's right.

Thank you.

(Bob) We've got to do
something about him.

He's like a bulldog.

And he's not going to quit

until he's got
this town boiling.

Look, Devlin, I am going to
be audited in three weeks.

I got to put that money
back in the bank.

You'll have it.

Now stop worrying
about the money.

As a matter of fact,

I closed another
sale this afternoon,

out on the far side of the lake.

We've got them lined up, fellas.

All we've got to do
is take their money.

Yeah. Until Quincy
starts to dig deeper.

You men have more
at stake at this than I.

But Quincy wants to
know why we swept

this murder under the rug.

Now my hotel is not going to...

Now wait a minute.

We're all in this
together, gentlemen,

as deep as it may go.

We've got the lid on
and we're keeping it on

until every parcel
of land is sold.

No one panics,

nothing is gonna
happen to change that.

Quincy happened.

Yeah, but there's a lot
of animosity building up

over his questions.

And no one knows

what's liable to
happen in a small town

when people get mad.

Isn't that right, Mr. Cullis?

Sure, I can get the
equipment together.

They going to let
you do the tests?

Are you kiddin', I am
a celebrity up here.

Everywhere I go,
people know who I am.

The whole town seems
to be interested in my work.

How long will it
take you to get here?

Two hours hard driving.

But I got to tell you, Quince,
I don't know whether I can...

Sam, Is that Quincy?

Dr. Quincy, this is Dr. Astin.

Oh, good, I want to talk to you.

You know, when I
send you on a vacation,

I expect you to fish, to
hike in the mountains,

to do whatever it
is you do to relax.

I don't expect you to alienate

the Coroner's Office,
the Sheriff's Department,

and the entire judicial
system of the town

in which you happen
to find yourself,

Now Sheriff Connolly has
been on the phone to me...

Astin, will you listen to me?

Dr. Quincy... All I
am asking you to do...

Dr. Quincy, I know what
you are asking me to do.

You're asking me to interfere

in somebody else's jurisdiction.

No, no, I am not
asking you to interfere.

I want to look into
a case that has

not been brought to a
satisfactory conclusion,

and I can prove that
Cassey is not guilty.

On what are you
basing that supposition?

Because I was told
that you have no reports

and no real evidence.

I will tell you what I do have.

The fact that I ask a
couple of questions,

I'm pushed off the road,
my windows are broken.

Are you serious?

Would I kid about
things like that?

Quincy, now, look, look.

You're probably overreacting
to some minor displeasure

at your butting in on
everyone else's business.

I am telling you they
forced me off the road.

Now, what are you gonna do,
support me or leave me stranded?

Don't tempt me, listen.

What is you want from me, I
mean, from our department?

There's a test I want
Sam to help me with.

It could make the difference

between reopening
the case or not.

See when they found Cassey,
his shirt was full of blood.

He said it was a nose bleed.

They claim it's the victim's.

If I can prove
the blood is his...

I don't think the
officials are going

to accept that as
evidence unless...

A new hearing was convened.

Right.

You feel that
strongly about this?

Yes, I do.

Quincy, were you really

nearly run off the road?

Yes.

For Heaven's sake, why
don't you do something?

Whatever you think is necessary,

I will back you all the way.

Astin?

But, so help me,
Quince... Listen, I...

I... I will talk to you later,
I got to go. Bye. Bye-bye.

Where have you been?

I'm getting pneumonia
looking all over for you.

What happened to you?

A couple of amateurs

greeted me in the
lake with a shotgun.

Blast that canoe
from right under me.

Was one a sweet talker,
the other guy like Godzilla?

You know them?

I know 'em.

Did you tell the Sheriff?

It's hard for me to
go running to him.

I know.

Corner the queen,
corner the coroner.

Who customized your car?

Well, it was the same
guys a little before you got

your boat ventilated.

I see.

I don't like fish anyway.

Let's get in that car,
drive to the mountains.

You love hunting anything.

I want to talk to
the Sheriff first.

What for?

If they have a
body that turns up,

he will let you know?

Right now, I am
interested in the living.

Here, this is Jessica
Cassey's number.

I want you to call her
and tell her I'm gonna have

the case reopened.

I'll see you later.

Where am I going to change?

Use the phone booth.

Does he think I'm Superman?

You got the clothes!

The two riggers that
I forced off the road,

they put a couple
of shotgun blasts

in a boat this afternoon.

Friend of mine
happened to be in it.

Any witnesses?

No, there were no witnesses.

You're on dangerous
ground, Doctor.

I won't be able to protect
you if you keep this up.

Tell me something,
whose side are you on?

I try to be on the right side.

You prove it.

Give me the bloody shirt
that Cassey was wearing

the night Laura was killed.

I want to do some tests on it.

I will be using the
lab at the hospital.

Dr. Taggart said it was okay.

All right, I will
get it over to you.

Thank you.

[brakes screeching]

Are you all right?

Call an ambulance, will you?

[siren wailing]

Quincy.

Sam.

How long you been here?

About a half-hour.

Got everything set up? Yeah.

(announcer) Dr. Robinson,
go to radiology,

What happened to you?

I had trouble with the jeep.

You had more
trouble with the jeep?

Don't ask. How's Astin?

I would say blood
pressure 190 over 130,

and apprehension level rising.

That means he's
living. Let's go.

Listen, fellows,
thanks for the ride,

you made great time.

(announcer) Report to the
nurses station, Dr. Benson,

(Sam) Quincy, do you really
think this is going to work?

We are gonna try it.

I have the quinacrine chloride.

How's it coming?

Here's the slide, Quince.

A hundred cells, that's it.

Laura Devlin's blood is clean.

You checked the samples

for the X chromosome
Barr bodies.

Yeah, they are negative.

That kind of
senses it, doesn't it?

So, uh, what do you got?

Maybe a second
chance for John Cassey

if you'll help us.

Okay, let's go.

Where are they?

In the private game room.

Come on. Let him
be proud of himself.

[all laughing]

This time, gents, I
am going to get you.

Oh, come on.

You set up the machines.

Are they going
to let us do this?

You bet they are.

Judge Walker, gentlemen,

this is Dr. Quincy.

How do you do?

Put it on the table.

Connolly, this is
a private game.

(Connolly) I didn't
come to play, Mr. Devlin.

Dr. Quincy, I have
heard about you.

What do you want here?

A few minutes of
your time, Your Honor.

You will be interested
in what I have to say.

Six, four, trey.

Five.

Call.

Let's go. I don't know.

Come on, please!

Now, I believe I can
introduce some evidence

that would have a
profound effect on this case.

We are playing cards, Quincy.

I'm sorry.

I know this game
is very important,

but a man's life
is at stake here.

As I said, Your Honor,
we have come up

with some very
important evidence.

This is hardly official.

What do you expect
to accomplish here?

A great deal.

See, when I came to
this town a stranger,

I didn't know anything
at all about this case.

Now I have looked
at the evidence.

I can see that Laura Devlin

was struck on the
head with an ashtray,

the temporal artery severed,

and it resulted in her death.

Oh, come on, Doc, you
got to be so graphic?

Yeah.

When you describe a murder,

yes, you have to be so graphic.

We are talking about
a felony manslaughter.

No, we are not.

Because if Cassey did it,
we are talking about murder.

Now, there were no eyewitnesses.

The evidence that convicted him

was purely circumstantial,

so, gentlemen, what
we are dealing with

is a matter of truth.

Was the man telling
the truth or not?

His fingerprints were all over
that ashtray, no one else's.

It would have been very
easy for the murderer

to wipe off the finger prints.

Besides, Cassey admitted
he picked up the ashtray.

And you found him on the
road, right outside the house.

Running.

After somebody.

That's what he said.

Neither of those incidents

are by themselves
damning, Dr. Quincy.

When Cassey was picked up,
his shirt was covered in blood.

From what I understand,
not being a medical man,

because of the
nature of the wound,

the killer would have
been covered in blood.

You're absolutely
right, Your Honor.

When an artery is severed,

the blood gushes
forth like an oil well.

Please, excuse the analogy.

It would have been impossible

for the murderer not to
be drenched in her blood.

But Cassey was
drenched in her blood.

Aren't you hanging the
person you are trying to save?

Maybe,

but suppose I could
prove it wasn't her blood.

Don't start that nose
bleed story on us again.

Come on, let's play cards.

Come on, deal will you?

It is kind of a kooky
explanation, isn't it?

I don't blame you, Doctor.

But suppose I could prove
it was a man's blood, his.

You can't, it's impossible.

But suppose I could prove it?

Would you reopen
the case, Your Honor?

I would have serious
doubts about his guilt.

Would you reopen the case?

Don't press me, Sheriff.

Laura and Cassey's blood
type was exactly the same.

There is no way you can prove

whose blood it
was on that shirt.

Until recently, you couldn't.

Tests separating male from
female blood began in 1968

in medical centers in
the Karolinska Institute.

The tests then were used
only to identify simple genes.

It was then introduced
into forensic science

by Dr. Ishizu and
Dr. Noguchi of Los Angeles.

It was introduced in California,

it has been
accepted in testimony

in New York and
five other states.

Judge, please,

let me show it to you, it
will only take a moment.

Sam. Connolly?

(Quincy) Now this a sample
of the blood on the shirt

John Cassey was
wearing that night.

We extracted it
with acidic acid,

hemolyzing the red blood cells.

We stained it with
quinacrine hydrochloride

to make the cells fluoresce.

The female has two
"X" chromosomes,

the male an "X" and a "Y."

There you can see the
"Y" male chromosome.

See that bright spot
there like a beacon?

Laura Cassey's blood, now.

You can see no trace of
a "Y" chromosome there,

female blood.

Cassey's blood with
the "Y" chromosome.

Laura's blood without it.

Sam.

(Quincy) Connolly.

There was not one
drop of Laura's blood

on the shirt that
Cassey was wearing.

Now, if he killed her,
that could not possibly be.

It was his blood.

Now, as crazy as it sounds,

he had a nose bleed

while running after the person
who had killed his ex-wife.

Well, Judge?

Strong evidence

if it's accurate.

I'm afraid I'll have to
have it checked out

by other experts,

and I'll give you my
decision as soon as I can.

Of course, you check it out.

But I am gonna tell you,
I am gonna tell all of you,

I am not going to let go.

Somebody in this
room killed Laura Devlin.

There are other people
who know about it.

Otherwise, the
conspiracy to try to stop me

from investigating
wouldn't have happened.

Now, I am gonna go
as high as I have to.

Even to my friend, your senator.

Well, gentlemen,

I think that finishes
the game for the night.

I want to see you and
the District Attorney

in my chambers
tomorrow morning at 9:00.

Sheriff, we... we've
got to talk to you.

Yes, gentlemen, come in.

[telephone ringing]

Well, what do you want to say?

Well, you see,
Sheriff, we, uh...

Dr. Quincy,

you were right, there has been

a conspiracy of
silence in this town.

We all knew what
really happened,

but we couldn't say anything.

It was Devlin
that killed his wife.

We were all in the other room.

Garfield, Haviland, myself,

that man, Cullis,
who works for Devlin.

Laura and Devlin were
having a violent argument,

they were shouting.

She had found out
about the swindle.

Swindle?

Devlin had started
some slant oil drilling.

It looked like a gusher.

The town smelled
money, a bonanza.

I put my hotel on the line.

We all overstepped ourselves.

Well, the oil went dry.
We were facing ruin.

He came up with the idea to sell

some lots to the
rest of the town,

make them believe
the oil was flowing.

Just until we could
cover our investments.

And Laura Devlin was gonna
to blow the whistle on you?

Well, Devlin didn't
mean to kill her,

it was an accident.

Besides, we didn't
want him to go to trial.

He was the only one
who could bail us out.

You see, Laura was already dead,

we would've been wiped out.

Sheriff, we were
guilty of fraud,

not murder.

And Cassey was already
on his way to see Laura.

She called him.

Devlin told us to
leave, say nothing.

We did exactly
what he told us do.

[sighs]

30 years of work.

I'd never done a
dishonest thing in my life.

Surely you see the
position we were in?

Of course.

And you were
going to get out of it

by selling worthless
title deeds to a town

full of friends, people
you'd known for 30 years.

You stood by and
let an innocent man

be convicted of a crime
you knew he didn't commit.

Oh, Cassey was a drunk,
he wasn't worth anything.

And you are, huh?

We made the charge
felony manslaughter.

I'm sure he appreciates it.

I want Peter Devlin picked up.

If he's not at home,
put out an APB on him.

And send a stenographer
in here right away.

You know who tried
to kill Quincy tonight?

I'm sure it was Cullis.

They're all yours.

I have to tell a young lady some
good news she needs to hear.

Paradise's finest.

Tinker to Evers to Chance.

Tinkers, Evers...
What about the jeep?

Oh, the guy at the
service station said

we can pick it up in a week.

[tires screeching]

Well, Doctor, before you leave,

I thought you might like
to say goodbye to, uh...

Oh, yeah. Danny?

[dog barking]

Hi, I wanna thank you gentlemen

for the use of the pool.

Yeah, and for the
new ventilating system.

We are so glad we were
able to repay your hospitality.

Did you get Devlin, too?

I will, as soon as I
get him back here.

He left the hotel and caught
a plane to San Francisco

connected with a
flight to Chicago.

I've got a little
reception committee

waiting for him
at O'Hare Airport.

Listen, um,

I once said that I
thought you caused

more trouble in one day

than anybody I ever knew.

But I wanna thank you for it.

Adiés.

[engine starting]

Hey, can I thank you now?

Yeah, I think now is a
good time to thank me.

It's good now?

Yes, it is.

Thank you.

We better take this.

Yeah, do we have a choice?

Where am I gonna sit?

In the back, if you get cold

you could use one of the sheets.

No.