Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 2, Episode 9 - The Hot Dog Murder - full transcript
A medical student asks Quincy to look into the cause of death of a body that was donated to his university. After discovering that the deceased was a key witness in the trial of a corrupt businessman, Quincy believes it's a case of murder.
A hot dog?
With a hot dog?
Murder, Lieutenant.
First degree,
premeditated homicide.
Do whatever you think best.
Yes. Yes, it's appreciated.
I'm taking them back home.
He's dead. Just leave him alone.
Don't you want justice for what
happened to your husband?
You want to explain
that a dental student
has the audacity to supersede
their doctor's findings?
The evidence is there.
According to this,
he was a convict
they moved to maximum security
for his own protection.
All it took was a hose, a
hot dog, and five minutes.
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the fascinating
sphere of police work:
the world of forensic medicine.
(Quincy) Perhaps the most
important thing to remember
from what we've discussed here,
is that the cadaver is
still a human organism.
And if treated with
reverence and care,
it can tell you many things.
But you must
listen with your eyes
and your sense of touch.
Dissection is a tool
like histology,
microbiology, pathology,
all tools by which we can listen
to what the body
is trying to tell us.
The important
thing is that we listen
and we hear it correctly.
Lastly, even more important,
is that you have the courage
to act on what
they reveal to you.
Thank you. Dr. Sharp.
[all applauding]
Thanks for coming
to the seminar.
I know how busy you are.
Oh, it's my pleasure.
Dr. Quincy?
George, I explained.
Doctor's busy.
I have to get
back to the office.
Then you don't
believe what you said?
What's that?
That we should believe
what we see and act on it.
Talbot, Dr. Quincy's our guest.
What is it, son?
Well, I'd like you to look
at some findings I've made
and see if you agree
with my answers.
Mr. Talbot is one of
our brightest students
but he's also one of
the most imaginative.
Some of my best cases have come
as a result of my
imagination. Lead on.
I have to grab some
lunch, I ought to get going.
Thank you for
everything, I appreciate it.
From the looks of
this, you don't need
any advice from
me on dissection.
You ought to consider surgery.
I intend to. But right now
I'm concerned with pathology.
Uh, well, what do you think?
About what?
The... The posterior
of the pharynx.
The internal contusions
run all the way to the glottis.
It is very difficult to read
contusions in a photograph.
The slide sections show
broken blood vessels,
crushed cellular structure.
Slides?
Uh, you can see where
I took the sections.
What is the bottom line here?
Cause of death: asphyxiation.
So?
Well, the death certificate from
the State Prison
Facility at Delamo
listed the cause of death
as terminal emphysema.
Well, it matches.
Oh, it did. Until I found this.
A hot dog?
I found the frankfurter
wedged in the throat.
Who was this guy?
Uh, Kendall, uh, John Kendall.
Kendall, Kendall,
that sounds familiar.
According to this,
he was a convict
they moved to maximum security
for his own protection.
(Quincy) The Brandeis case, huh?
He's a high-class chiseler.
He runs a conglomerate.
He collapsed one
of his companies,
an insurance company.
Suddenly, thousands
of people, mostly old,
were without medical coverage.
He's not a nice guy.
I want to see the body.
Sorry, sir. The family
withdrew the waiver
and reclaimed
the body for burial.
I want a copy of the waiver
and the death certificate,
the hot dog, everything
you've got, including your slides.
And if we find we
have something,
we are going to show It.
Monahan some home movies.
Now go.
Mrs. Kendall?
Yeah.
Oh, may I help you?
Look, if you're the guy
from the welfare office,
uh, I've changed my mind.
We're leaving at
the end of the week.
No, my name's Quincy.
I'm with the Coroner's Office.
Oh, I wanted to talk to you.
When I heard you claimed
your husband's body,
I had to ask you some questions.
Look, I had the right to see
that John had a decent burial.
It was all perfectly
legal, all paid for.
It took our last cent.
But I really couldn't
leave John like that.
You see, our faith
doesn't allow it.
That's one thing I
can't understand.
Do you know why your husband
donated his body
to the university?
Oh, he wasn't quite himself.
He was terrified the moment
you people locked him up.
He did not belong in there.
Well, he was convicted
of embezzlement.
If he had taken the money,
we would've had
something to defend him with.
Look, he was given
seven years, Mr. Quincy.
He was a very sick man.
And he knew he could not
survive it with those animals.
Is that why he was going
to go to the grand jury?
Look, I heard about that
after he told me from
the papers. I didn't...
It was too late then.
But he was out to get
Brandeis, wasn't he?
Nobody is ever going
to get Arthur Brandeis.
Well, maybe we can.
If you'll petition the
governor for an inquiry
into your husband's death.
Petition?
Yes. Mrs. Kendall?
I believe your
husband was murdered.
You see, that's not
possible. See, I...
[sniffling]
There's just no
end to it, is there?
Well, maybe there is.
'Cause we have evidence now.
Come on. His
lawyer had evidence.
There's something you
don't understand, Mr. Quincy.
The poor people are not equal.
I mean, not in a
court, not outside,
and certainly not in prison.
Now I think I know
why your husband
donated his body
to the university.
If something happened to him,
he wanted to make sure
that somebody can prove it.
And we can, with
your help. No. I mean it.
Look, I have two kids to raise
and I'm taking them back home.
He's dead. Just leave him alone.
Don't you want justice for what
happened to your husband?
Justice?
You go and speak
to the Brandeises
of the world about justice.
I can't afford the price.
[doorbell ringing]
Hello. I'm Dr. Quincy.
Hello. My name is Delores.
I'm a little confused.
I thought I had a business
appointment with Mr. Brandeis.
No problem, Doctor. I'm
Mr. Brandeis' secretary.
Please come in.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, that feels good.
Mr. Brandeis, Dr. Quincy.
Dr. Quincy, how
nice of you to drop in.
For-Forgive my wet hand.
Quite all right.
I'm afraid I'm a little bit
pressed for time. But...
I can make it another
time at your office.
No, no, no. You don't
understand. This is my office.
[laughing]
Delores, why don't
you get Dr. Quincy
one of those specials of mine.
Oh, no, it's a
little early for me.
Oh, no, you'll love these.
They're very smooth.
Besides, you realize,
of course, don't you...
Thank you, sweetheart.
That it is sundown in Rangoon.
[chuckling]
Come on. Step over here.
Excuse me, girls.
Well, I understand
from, uh, Delores
that you are connected with
some sort of coronary research.
No, no, no, no, no. I'm
with the Coroner's Office.
[both laughing]
Oh, well, the laugh's on her.
I mean, that is a
little premature.
I-I'm as sound as a dollar.
Well, I just paid
Sara Kendall a visit.
Oh, yes. Mrs. Kendall.
I'm afraid where I'm concerned,
she's probably a little bitter.
Can you blame her, sir?
I certainly can. Her
husband stole from me.
Well, the newspapers
gave a different point of view.
Surely you don't
believe everything
you read in the newspapers?
Only the obituaries.
You know what they
have the nerve to say?
They said that the
day Kendall died
was the luckiest day of my life.
Wasn't it?
He dirtied my name. If
we'd gone to the grand jury,
he would've been exposed
as the liar and
embezzler he was,
and my name would
have been cleared.
Thanks, sweetheart.
Cheers.
Thompson on line three.
Oh, yes. Thank you. Excuse me.
Yes, Thompson. What is it?
No, no, no, no, no. I want
that closed by Tuesday.
Look, I've got them in a bind.
Now I want you to
put on some pressure.
If you can't do it, I'll
get somebody who can.
Look, just do it, will you?
You look surprised, Doctor.
I'm impressed.
[chuckling]
I hope you are not
one of those people
who think that because
someone is religious,
they can't afford to enjoy
the fruits of their labor.
No. I was just
thinking about Kendall.
His enjoyments were cut off.
Oh.
He was murdered.
Can you... Can you prove that?
Not yet. But with a little help.
Well, you're welcome to anything
we have to offer here.
Uh, Delores, would you see that
Dr. Quincy has full
access to any of our files,
anything he needs at all.
There are a few
questions I'd like to ask...
I'm afraid I don't
have that much time.
But Doctor, please, come
back anytime. You're welcome.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
He means it, you know.
What?
We're very informal here.
Do come back anytime. Enjoy.
You can count on it.
This is fatal pneumonia.
With emphysema, no air spaces.
Show me Kendall's
slide, will you, Sam?
Lung shows signs of emphysema,
but a long way from terminal.
Well, it's a lot better
than, "John Kendall, 38,
"male Caucasian, choked to death
while trying to swallow
a hot dog whole."
You don't get contusions
trying to swallow voluntarily.
He's right. Show us the hot dog.
There, do you see it?
See what?
Sam.
Sorry, boss, I never
spent much time in delis.
The skin is not
separated from the wiener.
Turn it off.
Whenever you boil a frankfurter,
the water gets under the skin.
So?
My guess is, it was
frozen. Or... or partially so.
Whenever you want a
part-time job, you got it.
He can have mine
if you'll explain what
you're getting at.
Murder, Lieutenant. First
degree, premeditated homicide.
With a hot dog?
And I think we can
nail Brandeis with it.
Come on, Quincy.
Now, you take it easy.
You're dealing with a big man.
Yeah, a big man with an alibi.
Kendall was his bookkeeper.
If he could've gotten
to the grand jury,
opened up about that swindle,
Brandeis would be
doing 20 years right now.
All right, you've got a motive.
And maybe, just maybe,
you've got a method.
Maybe?
All it took was a hose, a
hot dog, and five minutes.
And opportunity. You're
forgetting that Brandeis
was released before
Kendall's death.
He's already out in the street.
Oh, come on, Monahan.
Everybody knows Brandeis
wouldn't do this himself.
He could spit in Delamo
and get a hit man.
Quincy, Kendall
was in a solitary cell,
maximum security.
Now you bust that and I
move. But not until. Get it?
[sighing]
He didn't sound
very encouraging.
Oh, don't worry, we'll beat
this thing one way or another.
That means all night
on reports, right?
Well, it's only one night, Sam.
The quicker we get
this on Astin's desk,
the quicker the
wheels start going.
I'll help. This is a
lot more interesting
than the anatomy of a bicuspid.
You got it. Get a typewriter.
The innocence of youth.
What is it, old man? What
are you grumbling about?
Nothing. I was just
trying to remember
an old fashioned eight-hour day.
[exclaiming]
Quincy, really, sometimes
I just don't believe you.
That makes us even.
What do you think?
I think you have a sufficient
workload in the department
without delving into
every cadaver tank
in the area, looking
for more problems.
All I'm asking for is permission
to go up to Delamo Prison.
I want to explain to the
warden what we've stumbled on.
Then the authorities
can take over.
You want to explain
that a dental student
has the audacity to supersede
their doctor's findings?
The evidence is there.
Along with a lot of guesswork.
Sam, don't just stand
there. You are allowed to talk.
What do you think?
Oh, well, uh, I had trouble
buying it in the beginning, sir.
But the tissue examination
is strong, circumstantially.
You see, Sam, you
don't realize. That's it.
On circumstance, we could
wind up alienating the prison board
not to mention the
legislative committee.
What have they
got to do with this?
Hey, even the newspapers know
Brandeis raped
his policyholders.
Thousands of poor people
have had their premiums wind up
in his phony Swiss accounts.
Nobody's even
laid a glove on him.
Wait a minute. He was convicted.
Oh, let's not talk about
the six months he got.
We got a chance to
put him away for murder.
Sure, on what
this report alleges?
It's thin, circumstantial,
Quincy. Thin. Thin.
Wait. Does this mean you're not
even going to
send this report in?
I didn't. Did I say that?
I'm gonna forward
this to the prison board.
But I have to go
through channels.
I have responsibilities
to this department.
That's all I'm asking for.
So, I want you
to keep out of it.
And we accept their
decision, however it goes.
Agreed.
You got it. When will we hear?
Hmm?
When will we hear?
Well, they meet again
in August, their agenda...
Sure, by then it
will be old business.
They'll show some
papers and it'll be forgotten.
Don't you understand we got
a great shot to nail Brandeis.
You don't get shots
like this very often.
Quincy, you agreed, remember?
You shook my hand, Quincy.
We agreed to let
them order an inquiry.
Another nice day shot.
He'll get right into
it. I know it. I know it.
Sam, I know that.
What did he say?
(Sam) Monahan said
he can't touch the case
until there's a clearance
from the prison board,
What about a direct appeal
to the board chairman?
Cashman's the new boy in town.
Just appointed by the governor.
He doesn't want to make waves
without the board behind him.
Boy! That means we're looking
at six months of paperwork,
and then maybe
nothing. I got to go to jail.
What? Something wrong?
No, no, no. Nothing like
that. I want to look around.
Want to find out how
they got to Kendall
in maximum security.
(Quincy) I want you to
cover for me with Astin.
Quince, you got to stop
asking me to tell lies.
It's against my principles.
Sam, it's only
a little white lie.
Besides, cross your
fingers when you say it.
I couldn't help overhear that.
What, are you spying now?
It comes with the territory.
Quincy, do you really
want to get in jail?
Most people I know
want to get out.
You want to get in. Which one?
Delamo. And I got
to do it by tomorrow.
What's the problem?
It isn't like getting
in the White House.
Just knock off a bank.
Don't you have some
glasses to wash?
Relax. I visit there
every now and then.
I know the brass,
the whole operation.
How does it help me?
Dr. Carmichael, you know him?
The radiologist?
Yes. he goes there
three, four times a month.
Donates his services.
You think I can do that?
[chuckling] Dr. Carmichael
would love to get you.
Danny, you're a genius.
A pain in the neck,
but you're a genius.
Next time make an appointment
if you want a consultation.
Hello, I'm Dr. Quincy.
How are you feeling?
Listen, uh, where's the staff?
You're looking at it.
Well, isn't there a nurse?
Are you kidding me? This
is the state penitentiary,
not Cedars of Lebanon.
This is it, huh?
We're not first on
the state's priority list.
Good thing you filled
in for Dr. Carmichael.
Dr. Horms took off
last night for Vegas.
Vegas? That's where you
and I should be, Vegas.
I heard that.
Right on. Right on.
Uh, just a tip before
you start sick call.
Most of the cons in here
have read the medical manual.
If there's a symptom,
they know it.
Got you.
Oh, and don't
forget to make notes.
If you give an
enema around here,
you have to fill out
a form in triplicate.
Is it that bad?
I'll, uh, ask you after
you've seen sick call.
What's your specialty?
Pathology.
Hmm. Are you good?
I'll ask you after
we've seen sick call.
Ah! Williams,
what's your problem?
[coughing]
Sounds like a nasty cough.
Come on. We'll check it out.
Turn your head when you
cough, please, Williams.
Gee!
Quincy, about this report
on the Marston autopsy,
I can't make heads or tails
of this, uh, one notation.
Where's... It says, "A skosh."
Oh, it says a... a skosh. What?
Skosh?
A tiny portion, a wee
bit, you know, a skosh.
It's one of Quincy's
favorite expressions
since I made him an
honorary Japanese.
What's the matter with him?
He can't put Japanese
in an autopsy report.
All right, then insert
"infinitesimal
indications of purpura."
Sam. Sam, would you mind?
[phone ringing]
Sam, this is Quincy's report?
Yes.
Where is Quincy, Sam?
Oh, he's in a hospital.
In the hospital? What's
the matter with him?
Well, nothing serious.
He's just confined.
Confined?
Well, he felt that he needed
a complete examination.
Checkup time, you know.
No wonder it's so peaceful.
He was certainly in
the pink yesterday.
Well, as they say, "Here
today, gone tomorrow."
Oh, is that what they say?
Which hospital is he in, Sam?
He didn't say.
Oh, he didn't say?
He told me to tell
you not to worry.
He'll turn up here in a few days
one way or the other.
Sam.
I have to go.
Sam, would you mind?
It's an emergency.
Sam. Sam.
I think I'm, uh, losing control.
It's a nasty cut.
Had to put five
stitches on it. Did it hurt?
You don't know hurt, mister.
Is this going to
go on my record?
Well, I have a form
I have to fill out.
Whoa! Whoa! So
impetuous. Take it easy.
Never saw you before in my life.
Okay, you can take the
bandage off tomorrow.
What's this?
Ethyl and orange.
You deserve it.
What for?
For a good day's work.
I'll drink to that.
Kody's doing 117
years of bad time.
You're the first person
to treat him like a
human around here.
Well, lot of rough
things going down here.
Well, like you see, uh,
not all goes on record.
I want to ask you something.
About a man named John Kendall,
Three months ago
he died of emphysema.
You remember him? Hmm-mmm.
How come there
was no post mortem?
No reason. Maximum
security. No cellmate.
Kendall was tabbed
for the university.
Do you know what a
post would've done?
Well, it would've
answered a lot of questions.
You said it.
May I borrow your keys?
I don't want to know
anything about it.
Brandeis. Brandeis.
"Cellmate: Sam Hutchenson."
Hey, what are you,
the Board of Health?
No. Just hungry.
Well, then take a number,
say, like, five of them,
and get in line. This
is the con's food.
The executive dining
room is that way.
I tried it. This is
better. What is it?
So you like that? Oh, yeah.
This is Chicken Levine.
There's a special
sauce in the curry.
La vine?
No. Levine.
A90462, David.
Quincy.
How are you? You're the new doc?
They say you're pretty good.
You ought to open
up a restaurant.
I already had one.
I forgot to pay the
IRS a couple of bucks.
See, I play the ponies and...
[both laughing]
If I got a yen for a hot dog,
where would I go around here?
Hot dog. What are
you talking about?
This ain't no ballpark.
Well, you do carry
them, don't you?
Yeah, I carry 'em.
But I don't serve 'em on
a cold bun with mustard.
I sauté 'em.
Maybe use 'em for
a paté, little garlic,
peppers, lemon juice...
Where will I get one?
You got to go through me.
You're the only one
who has the key, huh?
Me and the dietician.
Start passing these around,
the walls will be
bare in two days.
You know what I mean?
It's cold in here.
The prisoners in
maximum security,
they don't eat in
the dining room.
Who gives the food to them?
That would be Claude
Whitley and Hutchenson.
Here they are.
Gold Dust twins.
You see, they hustle
for the country club set.
When you got the money,
there are certain advantages.
You know what I mean?
What about Brandeis?
Brandeis?
He gave Hutchenson and
Whitley his color TV before he left.
What did I get? A lousy fin.
Thank you.
Hey, Doc, uh, since
you had your hot dog,
while you're here, I've
got this burning sensation,
maybe you can check it out.
Yeah, lay off the garlic,
the lemon and the pepper.
Oh, come on, Doc.
Stop by later. I'll give
you something for it.
Well, your eyesight's good.
Your hearing, remarkable.
[chuckling]
I could've told you that, Doc.
What am I doing in here anyway?
Preventive medicine.
It's a new program.
All the prisoners are doing it.
Can you lie back, please?
Hey! Hey, Doc, what is that?
Nothing. Just a
little short. That's all.
You sure you know what
you're doing with this thing?
What is it anyhow?
Just a machine to
check your heart.
Will you relax, please?
Now, we'll talk for a while.
It takes a minute
or two to warm up.
[screaming]
Hey, can I get
electrocuted from that thing?
Well, it's possible.
But it hasn't happened
in such a long time.
That's why you have to
relax and don't move, all right?
We'll just talk.
Tell me about Hutchenson.
Hutchenson, yeah. Him and
me. We're in the same cell.
Let's talk about how you
and Hutchenson killed Kendall.
Kendall?
Hey, nobody ever
said Kendall got killed.
I figured it happened
just before lock up.
About suppertime.
Hey, what're you talking?
I'm getting out of here.
[shuddering]
Now, you see that? You
mustn't move like that.
You'll pull out one
of the electrodes.
I can't be responsible.
I figure that Kendall was too
heavy for you to handle alone
so Hutchenson helped you.
You took the hose. You
attached it to the faucet.
Forced water down his throat.
You had to open him
up. But without any noise.
Hey, Doc. I don't think
I'm feeling too good.
Who took the hot
dog out of the freezer?
Hey, Doc, I... I swear to
you on my mother's grave,
I never killed Kendall.
I might believe you.
If you tell me who
did the heavy work.
I can't tell you that.
He'd kill me, too.
You already answered that.
Now, you can forget
about Hutchenson.
Whitley, I want bigger
fish than the two of you.
Now who put out the hit?
I don't know, Doc.
Doc, I swear, I don't know.
You're lying.
You and Hutchenson always
did favors for the big-money men.
Now you tell me the truth or
I'm going to blow you apart.
Doc, put that down. Please.
Please put it down, Doc.
I'll tell you anything
you want to know.
You're getting crazy.
Okay.
Kendall. See, he
couldn't do the time.
With the wife and the
kids on the outside.
He was going to go
back to the grand jury.
I swear, Doc. I swear
on my mother's grave.
That's all I know.
One more question.
Brandeis. What does
that name mean to you?
You don't have to
answer that question.
How's it going?
Okay.
Quince, here's that
slide you wanted.
Thanks.
[sighing]
(Sam) I hope this
is urgent, Quince.
You know it takes me a
whole hour to drive down here.
Sam, I need your opinion.
If these slides match,
we've got something to go on.
Now, remember, this is
the kid's hot dog, okay?
Take a good look at it.
That's my hot dog.
What do you think?
Right now, I'd settle
for a salami sandwich.
They're exact. Or close, anyway.
Of course they're the same.
Well, that's important.
And Whitley, he's an inmate.
He told me the whole story.
He and another con, Hutchenson,
they put the hit on
Kendall for Brandeis.
He told you that?
He's not going to
admit it under oath,
but, yes, he told me that.
Holy mackerel,
I got a 7:30 sick call in
the morning. I got to go.
What, you brought
me down here for this?
Man, this could've
waited till morning.
And what about the report?
Well, Bill's working on that.
Besides, you better
get some sleep.
You look tired...
Brandeis must've
cost the state a fortune.
There's everything here
but open-heart surgery.
Primary complaint was angina.
It wasn't fake. He was scared.
I'm sure he was.
Horms diagnosed
him as a coronary.
Sure, he was scared.
You misplaced these, okay?
Horms found out,
he'd have my hide.
Brandeis gives him
seats for the Rams game.
Paid his past
two bills in Vegas.
He's using one now.
If he finds out, I'll
be in trouble, Doc.
I promise you, I'll return them.
There won't be any trouble.
Okay.
Yes. Huh?
[sighing]
Yes, I'm here. I'm here.
Look, under the circumstances,
I'm going to have to rely
on your considerable
capabilities.
Yes, whatever you
deem advisable.
Yes, of course it's appreciated.
Sorry, girls. I've got to go.
[panting]
[inhaling]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
(man) There's been an accident,
Someone's been
hurt in the storeroom,
And he's on the
floor, bleeding bad,
We need a doctor, quick.
I'll be right there.
Get back in there,
Mr. Hot Dog Man.
I heard there was
an accident here.
There's gonna be.
We're gonna hang some meat.
Quite cold in there. I
got a sinus condition.
This will cure it.
Get in there.
[grunting]
Listen, Doc...
You didn't even work up a sweat.
But you've got
to be very careful.
You could've opened
up those stitches.
You're a fine doc, but
you're gonna be a dead one,
if you don't go home.
Yeah, I was just gonna
give that some thought.
Ain't nothing goes down in
here Kody don't know about.
Whitley's good for a
week, maybe a month.
Whatever looks good
after what he told you.
But, Doc, you ain't
good for the afternoon.
Yeah. Especially
when Levine sees
what we did to his kitchen.
I'll tell him I done it.
Yeah, I can see
why that would work.
Thanks, Kody.
Paul, you're the best
polygraph man in the business.
You can't look
at this and tell me
Whitley wasn't
telling the truth.
But this is an EKG,
not a polygraph, Quincy.
This is better than a lie
detector and you know it.
Okay, so Whitley probably
was telling the truth.
And he works for you.
See Brandeis put out
a contract on Kendall.
Hutchenson and
Whitley killed him.
Well, that's terrific.
That's just great.
You hand me hen
scratches on a piece of paper
and you expect me to bust a guy
who can buy lawyers by
the battalion? Come on.
Quincy, the DA will laugh
us right out of the office.
Okay. Sam, show us the
graph you made on Brandeis.
This is a breakdown of
Brandeis' medical record.
Right here is where
he reported to the clinic
with severe chest pains.
Now, here's a few days
before Kendall died.
Look at those blood
pressures, will you, Paul?
130, 150, going right up.
Why were these taken daily?
Horms, the prison doctor,
he diagnosed him as coronary.
Brandeis got worried,
he checked in every day.
Well, what do you think?
A building anxiety
pattern, no question.
And here was payday.
Could the killers break
into the maximum security?
Oh, come on, Quincy.
No, he's right about one thing.
This sure isn't
the typical pattern
of a man about to be
released from prison.
A little anxiety, yes, but
this should be more stable.
All right, Quincy.
Supposing you are right.
Let's assume all these
brilliant deductions
are absolutely correct.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to get on his case.
I want you to stay with him.
Don't you understand?
Brandeis will crack.
He's an anxiety freak.
You can read it right there.
What am I reading this for?
You know what I see in this?
You're proposing
police harassment.
Based on illegally
obtained medical reports.
Maybe even extortion of
evidence in Whitley's case.
Whitley was my
patient, remember?
Besides, it's all
state property.
So will you be if the DA
tries to take this to court.
You know what you
need? Is a smoking gun.
This is just smoke. Blue smoke.
The man's got you, Quince.
Really an ingenious try,
but I think Brandeis
is off the hook.
Thanks, anyway, Paul.
I really appreciate it.
Sure thing.
You ready to go to work?
We got two autos, an OD,
and an apparent suicide.
Now, why didn't I
think of that, Sam?
What? Suicide?
The hook. Maybe they
can't get him, but we can.
I've just got to set
the hook myself.
You cover for me.
What? Lie again?
I know.
[people chattering]
N'[music playing]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Dr. Quincy.
How nice to see you.
Nice to see you.
Well, looks like I picked
the wrong night again.
Not at all. I said
anytime, didn't I?
Yes, you did.
What can I get you to drink?
Why don't we make
it simple this time?
Just Scotch and water.
Scotch and water.
Now then, Doctor, what
else is your pleasure?
Oh, that'll be fine. Thank you.
Come on, Quincy. It's
the policy of the house.
Mr. Brandeis wants
everyone to enjoy.
Just like that?
All you do is pretend
it's Christmas night
and make a wish.
Well, it wouldn't be
difficult to make a choice.
Then make it.
First, I need to
see Mr. Brandeis.
Oh!
He doesn't require that
you ask his permission.
Well, this might.
Are you inhibited?
No, I'm just practical.
Where is he?
Come on.
Good shot.
Good shot.
Dr. Quincy.
Can I speak to you
alone for a moment?
Well, of course.
Delores, will you
make my excuses.
Please.
[murmuring]
I like these parties,
you understand?
But, uh, well, sometimes,
the crush gets a little bit
claustrophobic, if
that's the word I want.
Delamo must've been a
terrible experience for you.
And how was it
for you, Dr. Quincy?
Just about what I expected.
You have a lot of friends there.
Mmm-hmm. You'd
do well to remember
that I have friends all over.
Oh, I remember that.
That's one of the
reasons I'm here.
Listen, I don't need
a truck to hit me,
so I'll cause you no
more trouble, okay?
Good, I'm glad
you've seen the light.
As far as I'm concerned,
Kendall is a dead issue.
Now, you mention Kendall,
but I... I was thinking
more of your, uh...
Well, your "inconvenience."
I think you get the
full implications of that.
Yes, I do. Believe me, I do.
Come and sit down, Doctor.
Be comfortable, please.
It isn't that I have to ask
for favors, you understand.
When my people
see a threat to me,
their natural inclination
is to remove it,
with or without my approval.
I can understand that.
And the question is, Doctor,
whether you choose
to be a friend of mine.
But I must say, with all this,
I can think of a
lot worse things.
So can I.
I think that our relationship
could be very profitable
and pleasant. For both of us.
Hello.
I understand. Right away.
And to top it all off,
I think you could be a
valuable friend to me.
Well, whatever I
can do, just ask.
Good. I do like your attitude.
Mr. Brandeis.
Oh, yes, that
belongs to Dr. Quincy.
I hope it is sufficient.
Sufficient? This is
terrific. What's it for?
Oh, let's just call it an
honorarium, shall we?
I'm sure you'll put it where
it will do the most good.
Well, I really
have to run along.
Dolores here will take
care of your needs.
I would like to see you
tomorrow if possible.
I mean, away from
all this confusion.
Let's say 9:00, 9:30?
I'll be there.
Good.
The glass is empty, Doctor.
I think we need a refill.
Good morning.
What's good about it?
Can I be of assistance?
Why're you shouting,
Sam? Where's the aspirin?
Looking for
aspirin, can't find it.
Wherever I look,
I can't find it.
You might try these.
What, you hiding them?
Give me the Brandeis
chart and x-ray, will you?
I was just about to
send it back to Delamo.
Not yet. No.
OK, Sam, what do you see?
(Sam) What is
this, a Gestalt test?
(Quincy) Don't be cute. See?
No enlargement of the heart,
no aortic thickening, right?
Check.
Let me show you something else.
Okay, look at that.
Transient high B.P.s during
times of hyper-anxiety, huh?
Nothing but depressed T
wave on the EKGs, right?
Why do I get the feeling
you're trying to get me to say
that Brandeis
isn't a heart case?
You're a smart boy, Sam.
Brandeis plays it cool,
but he's not cool, he's hot.
I'm gonna burn him
up with his own heat.
You wouldn't want
to try to explain that?
No. Hang on to this in
case something goes wrong.
What is it?
Your honorarium for
confirming my diagnosis.
My what?
You're shouting again,
Sam. Don't shout.
Hurts the head. You
wouldn't believe it.
What do you say?
What do you want me to say?
Exactly.
We'll discuss it further.
Quincy, you showed
good sense last night.
I like a man who learns quickly.
Oh, with you, it's
very profitable.
But this is the last
thing I thought you
would want me for, a
physical examination.
Come on, I'll buy you a drink.
Provided I make it.
It's a drink I picked
up in Mexico.
You're gonna love it.
What is it? The
help's night out?
No. Delores is around somewhere.
But there is a time for privacy.
I'll come right to the point.
You know I am
expanding my holdings.
Now that calls for
capital. Insured capital.
You can qualify me for
that insurance, Doctor.
Yeah, but insurance companies
usually appoint their
own examining physicians.
Please, I can take care of that.
But when there's $20
million in loans outstanding,
I can't afford to have
a coronary history
in my medical report, huh?
[sighing]
That's why I haven't even
been able to see a doctor
since I left Delamo.
Well, you got it.
I'll take care of it.
Oh, there's one other
thing. Maybe you can, uh,
get my other medical records
out of Delamo for me, hmm?
Consider it done.
Thank you.
Oh, well, let's see
how you did here.
Not bad. Tastes good.
Oh, listen, if you
really want to enjoy it,
you got to chugalug.
It really is a cool
drink. Go on try it.
Oh, come on, I haven't
done that since high school.
You serious? All right.
Here goes.
[grunting]
Listen, can I get into really
bad trouble doing this?
Well, in any successful
financial venture
there's bound to be a
certain amount of risk.
Yeah, but, see, if my name
is on the insurance policy,
I want to make... [grunting]
What's the matter?
I think I, uh...
I think I'd like a chance
to talk about this to my...
[grunting]
I'd better be alone for a while.
I don't think that's a very
good idea, you look terrible.
[groaning]
Okay. Okay. Try and
take deep breaths.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
Okay. Is this how
you felt in the hospital
when you went to see
Dr. Horms? Yes, it is. It is.
Breathe.
Delores!
Breathe. Breathe with
me. Breathe with me.
What is it?
Get an ambulance, quick.
Breathe with me.
[groaning]
[siren wailing]
[mumbling]
I am going to make it. I...
Fight it. You've got to.
On the insurance,
you've got to cover for
the heart on the records.
It's the least of your problems.
Here, hang on to these.
What?
Oh, no.
Will you stop worrying. It
only makes the pain worse.
[groaning]
Hurry up, will you? I got
a guy dying back here.
Am I?
Can't lie to you, Mr. Brandeis.
You're in bad shape.
I mean, bad shape.
[groaning]
The pain, the pressure.
It's unbelievable.
I know. I know.
Get him into intensive
care right away.
What did you want
me for, Quincy?
What're you...
What're you up to?
What're you trying to do?
I'm glad you're here.
Now listen, don't talk.
Just listen, or this
thing could fall apart.
What're you trying to pull?
A swindler's swindle.
[beeping]
[grunting]
What does it say?
Well, to tell you the truth...
Uh, nurse, would you get me
five CC's of diazepam,
please? Thank you.
All right, Quincy,
what does it say?
Well, with a reading like this,
there isn't much I can do.
We'd better get a priest.
No!
Quincy, you've got to help me.
No! Please. No! Help me.
I'm sorry, Mr. Brandeis.
I can't help you.
It's out of my hands.
It's the same situation
you had with Kendall.
[grunting]
I didn't want to do that.
Didn't want to do what?
Kendall.
He wouldn't listen.
Money. Nothing.
And I had to have him taken out.
So you hired Hutchenson
and Whitley to kill him, huh?
Yeah. It doesn't
make any difference.
All right, you heard that.
John Kendall, he had him killed.
I got it.
Have Bill transcribe this.
You're something else.
What about that priest
you were calling for?
Oh, you don't need
a priest, Mr. Brandeis.
Because you're not going to die.
Your heart is as strong as mine.
What?
You'll live a long, long time.
In jail.
You know, Quince,
you took a real chance.
If Brandeis had
a heart condition,
you'd be on the hook
now, instead of him.
Well, you saw the
x-rays, the EKGs.
He had a classic hiatal hernia.
A little tension,
a little acidity.
He had to feel the earth
was sitting on his chest.
I still don't know
how you did it.
My special sangria cooler.
A lot of vitamin C.
Ascorbic acid? You loaded
him up with ascorbic acid?
No wonder he blew up.
I'm going to give you
the mark of a squealer.
Come on, let's go.
Where are we going?
I want to introduce you
to this very nice lady,
Mrs. Kendall. She
owes you a lot.
Quince, what about
the honorarium?
Oh!
Brandeis told me
to put it to good use.
You present it to the lady.
Now about forensic pathology...
With a hot dog?
Murder, Lieutenant.
First degree,
premeditated homicide.
Do whatever you think best.
Yes. Yes, it's appreciated.
I'm taking them back home.
He's dead. Just leave him alone.
Don't you want justice for what
happened to your husband?
You want to explain
that a dental student
has the audacity to supersede
their doctor's findings?
The evidence is there.
According to this,
he was a convict
they moved to maximum security
for his own protection.
All it took was a hose, a
hot dog, and five minutes.
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the fascinating
sphere of police work:
the world of forensic medicine.
(Quincy) Perhaps the most
important thing to remember
from what we've discussed here,
is that the cadaver is
still a human organism.
And if treated with
reverence and care,
it can tell you many things.
But you must
listen with your eyes
and your sense of touch.
Dissection is a tool
like histology,
microbiology, pathology,
all tools by which we can listen
to what the body
is trying to tell us.
The important
thing is that we listen
and we hear it correctly.
Lastly, even more important,
is that you have the courage
to act on what
they reveal to you.
Thank you. Dr. Sharp.
[all applauding]
Thanks for coming
to the seminar.
I know how busy you are.
Oh, it's my pleasure.
Dr. Quincy?
George, I explained.
Doctor's busy.
I have to get
back to the office.
Then you don't
believe what you said?
What's that?
That we should believe
what we see and act on it.
Talbot, Dr. Quincy's our guest.
What is it, son?
Well, I'd like you to look
at some findings I've made
and see if you agree
with my answers.
Mr. Talbot is one of
our brightest students
but he's also one of
the most imaginative.
Some of my best cases have come
as a result of my
imagination. Lead on.
I have to grab some
lunch, I ought to get going.
Thank you for
everything, I appreciate it.
From the looks of
this, you don't need
any advice from
me on dissection.
You ought to consider surgery.
I intend to. But right now
I'm concerned with pathology.
Uh, well, what do you think?
About what?
The... The posterior
of the pharynx.
The internal contusions
run all the way to the glottis.
It is very difficult to read
contusions in a photograph.
The slide sections show
broken blood vessels,
crushed cellular structure.
Slides?
Uh, you can see where
I took the sections.
What is the bottom line here?
Cause of death: asphyxiation.
So?
Well, the death certificate from
the State Prison
Facility at Delamo
listed the cause of death
as terminal emphysema.
Well, it matches.
Oh, it did. Until I found this.
A hot dog?
I found the frankfurter
wedged in the throat.
Who was this guy?
Uh, Kendall, uh, John Kendall.
Kendall, Kendall,
that sounds familiar.
According to this,
he was a convict
they moved to maximum security
for his own protection.
(Quincy) The Brandeis case, huh?
He's a high-class chiseler.
He runs a conglomerate.
He collapsed one
of his companies,
an insurance company.
Suddenly, thousands
of people, mostly old,
were without medical coverage.
He's not a nice guy.
I want to see the body.
Sorry, sir. The family
withdrew the waiver
and reclaimed
the body for burial.
I want a copy of the waiver
and the death certificate,
the hot dog, everything
you've got, including your slides.
And if we find we
have something,
we are going to show It.
Monahan some home movies.
Now go.
Mrs. Kendall?
Yeah.
Oh, may I help you?
Look, if you're the guy
from the welfare office,
uh, I've changed my mind.
We're leaving at
the end of the week.
No, my name's Quincy.
I'm with the Coroner's Office.
Oh, I wanted to talk to you.
When I heard you claimed
your husband's body,
I had to ask you some questions.
Look, I had the right to see
that John had a decent burial.
It was all perfectly
legal, all paid for.
It took our last cent.
But I really couldn't
leave John like that.
You see, our faith
doesn't allow it.
That's one thing I
can't understand.
Do you know why your husband
donated his body
to the university?
Oh, he wasn't quite himself.
He was terrified the moment
you people locked him up.
He did not belong in there.
Well, he was convicted
of embezzlement.
If he had taken the money,
we would've had
something to defend him with.
Look, he was given
seven years, Mr. Quincy.
He was a very sick man.
And he knew he could not
survive it with those animals.
Is that why he was going
to go to the grand jury?
Look, I heard about that
after he told me from
the papers. I didn't...
It was too late then.
But he was out to get
Brandeis, wasn't he?
Nobody is ever going
to get Arthur Brandeis.
Well, maybe we can.
If you'll petition the
governor for an inquiry
into your husband's death.
Petition?
Yes. Mrs. Kendall?
I believe your
husband was murdered.
You see, that's not
possible. See, I...
[sniffling]
There's just no
end to it, is there?
Well, maybe there is.
'Cause we have evidence now.
Come on. His
lawyer had evidence.
There's something you
don't understand, Mr. Quincy.
The poor people are not equal.
I mean, not in a
court, not outside,
and certainly not in prison.
Now I think I know
why your husband
donated his body
to the university.
If something happened to him,
he wanted to make sure
that somebody can prove it.
And we can, with
your help. No. I mean it.
Look, I have two kids to raise
and I'm taking them back home.
He's dead. Just leave him alone.
Don't you want justice for what
happened to your husband?
Justice?
You go and speak
to the Brandeises
of the world about justice.
I can't afford the price.
[doorbell ringing]
Hello. I'm Dr. Quincy.
Hello. My name is Delores.
I'm a little confused.
I thought I had a business
appointment with Mr. Brandeis.
No problem, Doctor. I'm
Mr. Brandeis' secretary.
Please come in.
Oh, yeah.
Oh, that feels good.
Mr. Brandeis, Dr. Quincy.
Dr. Quincy, how
nice of you to drop in.
For-Forgive my wet hand.
Quite all right.
I'm afraid I'm a little bit
pressed for time. But...
I can make it another
time at your office.
No, no, no. You don't
understand. This is my office.
[laughing]
Delores, why don't
you get Dr. Quincy
one of those specials of mine.
Oh, no, it's a
little early for me.
Oh, no, you'll love these.
They're very smooth.
Besides, you realize,
of course, don't you...
Thank you, sweetheart.
That it is sundown in Rangoon.
[chuckling]
Come on. Step over here.
Excuse me, girls.
Well, I understand
from, uh, Delores
that you are connected with
some sort of coronary research.
No, no, no, no, no. I'm
with the Coroner's Office.
[both laughing]
Oh, well, the laugh's on her.
I mean, that is a
little premature.
I-I'm as sound as a dollar.
Well, I just paid
Sara Kendall a visit.
Oh, yes. Mrs. Kendall.
I'm afraid where I'm concerned,
she's probably a little bitter.
Can you blame her, sir?
I certainly can. Her
husband stole from me.
Well, the newspapers
gave a different point of view.
Surely you don't
believe everything
you read in the newspapers?
Only the obituaries.
You know what they
have the nerve to say?
They said that the
day Kendall died
was the luckiest day of my life.
Wasn't it?
He dirtied my name. If
we'd gone to the grand jury,
he would've been exposed
as the liar and
embezzler he was,
and my name would
have been cleared.
Thanks, sweetheart.
Cheers.
Thompson on line three.
Oh, yes. Thank you. Excuse me.
Yes, Thompson. What is it?
No, no, no, no, no. I want
that closed by Tuesday.
Look, I've got them in a bind.
Now I want you to
put on some pressure.
If you can't do it, I'll
get somebody who can.
Look, just do it, will you?
You look surprised, Doctor.
I'm impressed.
[chuckling]
I hope you are not
one of those people
who think that because
someone is religious,
they can't afford to enjoy
the fruits of their labor.
No. I was just
thinking about Kendall.
His enjoyments were cut off.
Oh.
He was murdered.
Can you... Can you prove that?
Not yet. But with a little help.
Well, you're welcome to anything
we have to offer here.
Uh, Delores, would you see that
Dr. Quincy has full
access to any of our files,
anything he needs at all.
There are a few
questions I'd like to ask...
I'm afraid I don't
have that much time.
But Doctor, please, come
back anytime. You're welcome.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
He means it, you know.
What?
We're very informal here.
Do come back anytime. Enjoy.
You can count on it.
This is fatal pneumonia.
With emphysema, no air spaces.
Show me Kendall's
slide, will you, Sam?
Lung shows signs of emphysema,
but a long way from terminal.
Well, it's a lot better
than, "John Kendall, 38,
"male Caucasian, choked to death
while trying to swallow
a hot dog whole."
You don't get contusions
trying to swallow voluntarily.
He's right. Show us the hot dog.
There, do you see it?
See what?
Sam.
Sorry, boss, I never
spent much time in delis.
The skin is not
separated from the wiener.
Turn it off.
Whenever you boil a frankfurter,
the water gets under the skin.
So?
My guess is, it was
frozen. Or... or partially so.
Whenever you want a
part-time job, you got it.
He can have mine
if you'll explain what
you're getting at.
Murder, Lieutenant. First
degree, premeditated homicide.
With a hot dog?
And I think we can
nail Brandeis with it.
Come on, Quincy.
Now, you take it easy.
You're dealing with a big man.
Yeah, a big man with an alibi.
Kendall was his bookkeeper.
If he could've gotten
to the grand jury,
opened up about that swindle,
Brandeis would be
doing 20 years right now.
All right, you've got a motive.
And maybe, just maybe,
you've got a method.
Maybe?
All it took was a hose, a
hot dog, and five minutes.
And opportunity. You're
forgetting that Brandeis
was released before
Kendall's death.
He's already out in the street.
Oh, come on, Monahan.
Everybody knows Brandeis
wouldn't do this himself.
He could spit in Delamo
and get a hit man.
Quincy, Kendall
was in a solitary cell,
maximum security.
Now you bust that and I
move. But not until. Get it?
[sighing]
He didn't sound
very encouraging.
Oh, don't worry, we'll beat
this thing one way or another.
That means all night
on reports, right?
Well, it's only one night, Sam.
The quicker we get
this on Astin's desk,
the quicker the
wheels start going.
I'll help. This is a
lot more interesting
than the anatomy of a bicuspid.
You got it. Get a typewriter.
The innocence of youth.
What is it, old man? What
are you grumbling about?
Nothing. I was just
trying to remember
an old fashioned eight-hour day.
[exclaiming]
Quincy, really, sometimes
I just don't believe you.
That makes us even.
What do you think?
I think you have a sufficient
workload in the department
without delving into
every cadaver tank
in the area, looking
for more problems.
All I'm asking for is permission
to go up to Delamo Prison.
I want to explain to the
warden what we've stumbled on.
Then the authorities
can take over.
You want to explain
that a dental student
has the audacity to supersede
their doctor's findings?
The evidence is there.
Along with a lot of guesswork.
Sam, don't just stand
there. You are allowed to talk.
What do you think?
Oh, well, uh, I had trouble
buying it in the beginning, sir.
But the tissue examination
is strong, circumstantially.
You see, Sam, you
don't realize. That's it.
On circumstance, we could
wind up alienating the prison board
not to mention the
legislative committee.
What have they
got to do with this?
Hey, even the newspapers know
Brandeis raped
his policyholders.
Thousands of poor people
have had their premiums wind up
in his phony Swiss accounts.
Nobody's even
laid a glove on him.
Wait a minute. He was convicted.
Oh, let's not talk about
the six months he got.
We got a chance to
put him away for murder.
Sure, on what
this report alleges?
It's thin, circumstantial,
Quincy. Thin. Thin.
Wait. Does this mean you're not
even going to
send this report in?
I didn't. Did I say that?
I'm gonna forward
this to the prison board.
But I have to go
through channels.
I have responsibilities
to this department.
That's all I'm asking for.
So, I want you
to keep out of it.
And we accept their
decision, however it goes.
Agreed.
You got it. When will we hear?
Hmm?
When will we hear?
Well, they meet again
in August, their agenda...
Sure, by then it
will be old business.
They'll show some
papers and it'll be forgotten.
Don't you understand we got
a great shot to nail Brandeis.
You don't get shots
like this very often.
Quincy, you agreed, remember?
You shook my hand, Quincy.
We agreed to let
them order an inquiry.
Another nice day shot.
He'll get right into
it. I know it. I know it.
Sam, I know that.
What did he say?
(Sam) Monahan said
he can't touch the case
until there's a clearance
from the prison board,
What about a direct appeal
to the board chairman?
Cashman's the new boy in town.
Just appointed by the governor.
He doesn't want to make waves
without the board behind him.
Boy! That means we're looking
at six months of paperwork,
and then maybe
nothing. I got to go to jail.
What? Something wrong?
No, no, no. Nothing like
that. I want to look around.
Want to find out how
they got to Kendall
in maximum security.
(Quincy) I want you to
cover for me with Astin.
Quince, you got to stop
asking me to tell lies.
It's against my principles.
Sam, it's only
a little white lie.
Besides, cross your
fingers when you say it.
I couldn't help overhear that.
What, are you spying now?
It comes with the territory.
Quincy, do you really
want to get in jail?
Most people I know
want to get out.
You want to get in. Which one?
Delamo. And I got
to do it by tomorrow.
What's the problem?
It isn't like getting
in the White House.
Just knock off a bank.
Don't you have some
glasses to wash?
Relax. I visit there
every now and then.
I know the brass,
the whole operation.
How does it help me?
Dr. Carmichael, you know him?
The radiologist?
Yes. he goes there
three, four times a month.
Donates his services.
You think I can do that?
[chuckling] Dr. Carmichael
would love to get you.
Danny, you're a genius.
A pain in the neck,
but you're a genius.
Next time make an appointment
if you want a consultation.
Hello, I'm Dr. Quincy.
How are you feeling?
Listen, uh, where's the staff?
You're looking at it.
Well, isn't there a nurse?
Are you kidding me? This
is the state penitentiary,
not Cedars of Lebanon.
This is it, huh?
We're not first on
the state's priority list.
Good thing you filled
in for Dr. Carmichael.
Dr. Horms took off
last night for Vegas.
Vegas? That's where you
and I should be, Vegas.
I heard that.
Right on. Right on.
Uh, just a tip before
you start sick call.
Most of the cons in here
have read the medical manual.
If there's a symptom,
they know it.
Got you.
Oh, and don't
forget to make notes.
If you give an
enema around here,
you have to fill out
a form in triplicate.
Is it that bad?
I'll, uh, ask you after
you've seen sick call.
What's your specialty?
Pathology.
Hmm. Are you good?
I'll ask you after
we've seen sick call.
Ah! Williams,
what's your problem?
[coughing]
Sounds like a nasty cough.
Come on. We'll check it out.
Turn your head when you
cough, please, Williams.
Gee!
Quincy, about this report
on the Marston autopsy,
I can't make heads or tails
of this, uh, one notation.
Where's... It says, "A skosh."
Oh, it says a... a skosh. What?
Skosh?
A tiny portion, a wee
bit, you know, a skosh.
It's one of Quincy's
favorite expressions
since I made him an
honorary Japanese.
What's the matter with him?
He can't put Japanese
in an autopsy report.
All right, then insert
"infinitesimal
indications of purpura."
Sam. Sam, would you mind?
[phone ringing]
Sam, this is Quincy's report?
Yes.
Where is Quincy, Sam?
Oh, he's in a hospital.
In the hospital? What's
the matter with him?
Well, nothing serious.
He's just confined.
Confined?
Well, he felt that he needed
a complete examination.
Checkup time, you know.
No wonder it's so peaceful.
He was certainly in
the pink yesterday.
Well, as they say, "Here
today, gone tomorrow."
Oh, is that what they say?
Which hospital is he in, Sam?
He didn't say.
Oh, he didn't say?
He told me to tell
you not to worry.
He'll turn up here in a few days
one way or the other.
Sam.
I have to go.
Sam, would you mind?
It's an emergency.
Sam. Sam.
I think I'm, uh, losing control.
It's a nasty cut.
Had to put five
stitches on it. Did it hurt?
You don't know hurt, mister.
Is this going to
go on my record?
Well, I have a form
I have to fill out.
Whoa! Whoa! So
impetuous. Take it easy.
Never saw you before in my life.
Okay, you can take the
bandage off tomorrow.
What's this?
Ethyl and orange.
You deserve it.
What for?
For a good day's work.
I'll drink to that.
Kody's doing 117
years of bad time.
You're the first person
to treat him like a
human around here.
Well, lot of rough
things going down here.
Well, like you see, uh,
not all goes on record.
I want to ask you something.
About a man named John Kendall,
Three months ago
he died of emphysema.
You remember him? Hmm-mmm.
How come there
was no post mortem?
No reason. Maximum
security. No cellmate.
Kendall was tabbed
for the university.
Do you know what a
post would've done?
Well, it would've
answered a lot of questions.
You said it.
May I borrow your keys?
I don't want to know
anything about it.
Brandeis. Brandeis.
"Cellmate: Sam Hutchenson."
Hey, what are you,
the Board of Health?
No. Just hungry.
Well, then take a number,
say, like, five of them,
and get in line. This
is the con's food.
The executive dining
room is that way.
I tried it. This is
better. What is it?
So you like that? Oh, yeah.
This is Chicken Levine.
There's a special
sauce in the curry.
La vine?
No. Levine.
A90462, David.
Quincy.
How are you? You're the new doc?
They say you're pretty good.
You ought to open
up a restaurant.
I already had one.
I forgot to pay the
IRS a couple of bucks.
See, I play the ponies and...
[both laughing]
If I got a yen for a hot dog,
where would I go around here?
Hot dog. What are
you talking about?
This ain't no ballpark.
Well, you do carry
them, don't you?
Yeah, I carry 'em.
But I don't serve 'em on
a cold bun with mustard.
I sauté 'em.
Maybe use 'em for
a paté, little garlic,
peppers, lemon juice...
Where will I get one?
You got to go through me.
You're the only one
who has the key, huh?
Me and the dietician.
Start passing these around,
the walls will be
bare in two days.
You know what I mean?
It's cold in here.
The prisoners in
maximum security,
they don't eat in
the dining room.
Who gives the food to them?
That would be Claude
Whitley and Hutchenson.
Here they are.
Gold Dust twins.
You see, they hustle
for the country club set.
When you got the money,
there are certain advantages.
You know what I mean?
What about Brandeis?
Brandeis?
He gave Hutchenson and
Whitley his color TV before he left.
What did I get? A lousy fin.
Thank you.
Hey, Doc, uh, since
you had your hot dog,
while you're here, I've
got this burning sensation,
maybe you can check it out.
Yeah, lay off the garlic,
the lemon and the pepper.
Oh, come on, Doc.
Stop by later. I'll give
you something for it.
Well, your eyesight's good.
Your hearing, remarkable.
[chuckling]
I could've told you that, Doc.
What am I doing in here anyway?
Preventive medicine.
It's a new program.
All the prisoners are doing it.
Can you lie back, please?
Hey! Hey, Doc, what is that?
Nothing. Just a
little short. That's all.
You sure you know what
you're doing with this thing?
What is it anyhow?
Just a machine to
check your heart.
Will you relax, please?
Now, we'll talk for a while.
It takes a minute
or two to warm up.
[screaming]
Hey, can I get
electrocuted from that thing?
Well, it's possible.
But it hasn't happened
in such a long time.
That's why you have to
relax and don't move, all right?
We'll just talk.
Tell me about Hutchenson.
Hutchenson, yeah. Him and
me. We're in the same cell.
Let's talk about how you
and Hutchenson killed Kendall.
Kendall?
Hey, nobody ever
said Kendall got killed.
I figured it happened
just before lock up.
About suppertime.
Hey, what're you talking?
I'm getting out of here.
[shuddering]
Now, you see that? You
mustn't move like that.
You'll pull out one
of the electrodes.
I can't be responsible.
I figure that Kendall was too
heavy for you to handle alone
so Hutchenson helped you.
You took the hose. You
attached it to the faucet.
Forced water down his throat.
You had to open him
up. But without any noise.
Hey, Doc. I don't think
I'm feeling too good.
Who took the hot
dog out of the freezer?
Hey, Doc, I... I swear to
you on my mother's grave,
I never killed Kendall.
I might believe you.
If you tell me who
did the heavy work.
I can't tell you that.
He'd kill me, too.
You already answered that.
Now, you can forget
about Hutchenson.
Whitley, I want bigger
fish than the two of you.
Now who put out the hit?
I don't know, Doc.
Doc, I swear, I don't know.
You're lying.
You and Hutchenson always
did favors for the big-money men.
Now you tell me the truth or
I'm going to blow you apart.
Doc, put that down. Please.
Please put it down, Doc.
I'll tell you anything
you want to know.
You're getting crazy.
Okay.
Kendall. See, he
couldn't do the time.
With the wife and the
kids on the outside.
He was going to go
back to the grand jury.
I swear, Doc. I swear
on my mother's grave.
That's all I know.
One more question.
Brandeis. What does
that name mean to you?
You don't have to
answer that question.
How's it going?
Okay.
Quince, here's that
slide you wanted.
Thanks.
[sighing]
(Sam) I hope this
is urgent, Quince.
You know it takes me a
whole hour to drive down here.
Sam, I need your opinion.
If these slides match,
we've got something to go on.
Now, remember, this is
the kid's hot dog, okay?
Take a good look at it.
That's my hot dog.
What do you think?
Right now, I'd settle
for a salami sandwich.
They're exact. Or close, anyway.
Of course they're the same.
Well, that's important.
And Whitley, he's an inmate.
He told me the whole story.
He and another con, Hutchenson,
they put the hit on
Kendall for Brandeis.
He told you that?
He's not going to
admit it under oath,
but, yes, he told me that.
Holy mackerel,
I got a 7:30 sick call in
the morning. I got to go.
What, you brought
me down here for this?
Man, this could've
waited till morning.
And what about the report?
Well, Bill's working on that.
Besides, you better
get some sleep.
You look tired...
Brandeis must've
cost the state a fortune.
There's everything here
but open-heart surgery.
Primary complaint was angina.
It wasn't fake. He was scared.
I'm sure he was.
Horms diagnosed
him as a coronary.
Sure, he was scared.
You misplaced these, okay?
Horms found out,
he'd have my hide.
Brandeis gives him
seats for the Rams game.
Paid his past
two bills in Vegas.
He's using one now.
If he finds out, I'll
be in trouble, Doc.
I promise you, I'll return them.
There won't be any trouble.
Okay.
Yes. Huh?
[sighing]
Yes, I'm here. I'm here.
Look, under the circumstances,
I'm going to have to rely
on your considerable
capabilities.
Yes, whatever you
deem advisable.
Yes, of course it's appreciated.
Sorry, girls. I've got to go.
[panting]
[inhaling]
[phone ringing]
Hello?
(man) There's been an accident,
Someone's been
hurt in the storeroom,
And he's on the
floor, bleeding bad,
We need a doctor, quick.
I'll be right there.
Get back in there,
Mr. Hot Dog Man.
I heard there was
an accident here.
There's gonna be.
We're gonna hang some meat.
Quite cold in there. I
got a sinus condition.
This will cure it.
Get in there.
[grunting]
Listen, Doc...
You didn't even work up a sweat.
But you've got
to be very careful.
You could've opened
up those stitches.
You're a fine doc, but
you're gonna be a dead one,
if you don't go home.
Yeah, I was just gonna
give that some thought.
Ain't nothing goes down in
here Kody don't know about.
Whitley's good for a
week, maybe a month.
Whatever looks good
after what he told you.
But, Doc, you ain't
good for the afternoon.
Yeah. Especially
when Levine sees
what we did to his kitchen.
I'll tell him I done it.
Yeah, I can see
why that would work.
Thanks, Kody.
Paul, you're the best
polygraph man in the business.
You can't look
at this and tell me
Whitley wasn't
telling the truth.
But this is an EKG,
not a polygraph, Quincy.
This is better than a lie
detector and you know it.
Okay, so Whitley probably
was telling the truth.
And he works for you.
See Brandeis put out
a contract on Kendall.
Hutchenson and
Whitley killed him.
Well, that's terrific.
That's just great.
You hand me hen
scratches on a piece of paper
and you expect me to bust a guy
who can buy lawyers by
the battalion? Come on.
Quincy, the DA will laugh
us right out of the office.
Okay. Sam, show us the
graph you made on Brandeis.
This is a breakdown of
Brandeis' medical record.
Right here is where
he reported to the clinic
with severe chest pains.
Now, here's a few days
before Kendall died.
Look at those blood
pressures, will you, Paul?
130, 150, going right up.
Why were these taken daily?
Horms, the prison doctor,
he diagnosed him as coronary.
Brandeis got worried,
he checked in every day.
Well, what do you think?
A building anxiety
pattern, no question.
And here was payday.
Could the killers break
into the maximum security?
Oh, come on, Quincy.
No, he's right about one thing.
This sure isn't
the typical pattern
of a man about to be
released from prison.
A little anxiety, yes, but
this should be more stable.
All right, Quincy.
Supposing you are right.
Let's assume all these
brilliant deductions
are absolutely correct.
What do you want me to do?
I want you to get on his case.
I want you to stay with him.
Don't you understand?
Brandeis will crack.
He's an anxiety freak.
You can read it right there.
What am I reading this for?
You know what I see in this?
You're proposing
police harassment.
Based on illegally
obtained medical reports.
Maybe even extortion of
evidence in Whitley's case.
Whitley was my
patient, remember?
Besides, it's all
state property.
So will you be if the DA
tries to take this to court.
You know what you
need? Is a smoking gun.
This is just smoke. Blue smoke.
The man's got you, Quince.
Really an ingenious try,
but I think Brandeis
is off the hook.
Thanks, anyway, Paul.
I really appreciate it.
Sure thing.
You ready to go to work?
We got two autos, an OD,
and an apparent suicide.
Now, why didn't I
think of that, Sam?
What? Suicide?
The hook. Maybe they
can't get him, but we can.
I've just got to set
the hook myself.
You cover for me.
What? Lie again?
I know.
[people chattering]
N'[music playing]
I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
Dr. Quincy.
How nice to see you.
Nice to see you.
Well, looks like I picked
the wrong night again.
Not at all. I said
anytime, didn't I?
Yes, you did.
What can I get you to drink?
Why don't we make
it simple this time?
Just Scotch and water.
Scotch and water.
Now then, Doctor, what
else is your pleasure?
Oh, that'll be fine. Thank you.
Come on, Quincy. It's
the policy of the house.
Mr. Brandeis wants
everyone to enjoy.
Just like that?
All you do is pretend
it's Christmas night
and make a wish.
Well, it wouldn't be
difficult to make a choice.
Then make it.
First, I need to
see Mr. Brandeis.
Oh!
He doesn't require that
you ask his permission.
Well, this might.
Are you inhibited?
No, I'm just practical.
Where is he?
Come on.
Good shot.
Good shot.
Dr. Quincy.
Can I speak to you
alone for a moment?
Well, of course.
Delores, will you
make my excuses.
Please.
[murmuring]
I like these parties,
you understand?
But, uh, well, sometimes,
the crush gets a little bit
claustrophobic, if
that's the word I want.
Delamo must've been a
terrible experience for you.
And how was it
for you, Dr. Quincy?
Just about what I expected.
You have a lot of friends there.
Mmm-hmm. You'd
do well to remember
that I have friends all over.
Oh, I remember that.
That's one of the
reasons I'm here.
Listen, I don't need
a truck to hit me,
so I'll cause you no
more trouble, okay?
Good, I'm glad
you've seen the light.
As far as I'm concerned,
Kendall is a dead issue.
Now, you mention Kendall,
but I... I was thinking
more of your, uh...
Well, your "inconvenience."
I think you get the
full implications of that.
Yes, I do. Believe me, I do.
Come and sit down, Doctor.
Be comfortable, please.
It isn't that I have to ask
for favors, you understand.
When my people
see a threat to me,
their natural inclination
is to remove it,
with or without my approval.
I can understand that.
And the question is, Doctor,
whether you choose
to be a friend of mine.
But I must say, with all this,
I can think of a
lot worse things.
So can I.
I think that our relationship
could be very profitable
and pleasant. For both of us.
Hello.
I understand. Right away.
And to top it all off,
I think you could be a
valuable friend to me.
Well, whatever I
can do, just ask.
Good. I do like your attitude.
Mr. Brandeis.
Oh, yes, that
belongs to Dr. Quincy.
I hope it is sufficient.
Sufficient? This is
terrific. What's it for?
Oh, let's just call it an
honorarium, shall we?
I'm sure you'll put it where
it will do the most good.
Well, I really
have to run along.
Dolores here will take
care of your needs.
I would like to see you
tomorrow if possible.
I mean, away from
all this confusion.
Let's say 9:00, 9:30?
I'll be there.
Good.
The glass is empty, Doctor.
I think we need a refill.
Good morning.
What's good about it?
Can I be of assistance?
Why're you shouting,
Sam? Where's the aspirin?
Looking for
aspirin, can't find it.
Wherever I look,
I can't find it.
You might try these.
What, you hiding them?
Give me the Brandeis
chart and x-ray, will you?
I was just about to
send it back to Delamo.
Not yet. No.
OK, Sam, what do you see?
(Sam) What is
this, a Gestalt test?
(Quincy) Don't be cute. See?
No enlargement of the heart,
no aortic thickening, right?
Check.
Let me show you something else.
Okay, look at that.
Transient high B.P.s during
times of hyper-anxiety, huh?
Nothing but depressed T
wave on the EKGs, right?
Why do I get the feeling
you're trying to get me to say
that Brandeis
isn't a heart case?
You're a smart boy, Sam.
Brandeis plays it cool,
but he's not cool, he's hot.
I'm gonna burn him
up with his own heat.
You wouldn't want
to try to explain that?
No. Hang on to this in
case something goes wrong.
What is it?
Your honorarium for
confirming my diagnosis.
My what?
You're shouting again,
Sam. Don't shout.
Hurts the head. You
wouldn't believe it.
What do you say?
What do you want me to say?
Exactly.
We'll discuss it further.
Quincy, you showed
good sense last night.
I like a man who learns quickly.
Oh, with you, it's
very profitable.
But this is the last
thing I thought you
would want me for, a
physical examination.
Come on, I'll buy you a drink.
Provided I make it.
It's a drink I picked
up in Mexico.
You're gonna love it.
What is it? The
help's night out?
No. Delores is around somewhere.
But there is a time for privacy.
I'll come right to the point.
You know I am
expanding my holdings.
Now that calls for
capital. Insured capital.
You can qualify me for
that insurance, Doctor.
Yeah, but insurance companies
usually appoint their
own examining physicians.
Please, I can take care of that.
But when there's $20
million in loans outstanding,
I can't afford to have
a coronary history
in my medical report, huh?
[sighing]
That's why I haven't even
been able to see a doctor
since I left Delamo.
Well, you got it.
I'll take care of it.
Oh, there's one other
thing. Maybe you can, uh,
get my other medical records
out of Delamo for me, hmm?
Consider it done.
Thank you.
Oh, well, let's see
how you did here.
Not bad. Tastes good.
Oh, listen, if you
really want to enjoy it,
you got to chugalug.
It really is a cool
drink. Go on try it.
Oh, come on, I haven't
done that since high school.
You serious? All right.
Here goes.
[grunting]
Listen, can I get into really
bad trouble doing this?
Well, in any successful
financial venture
there's bound to be a
certain amount of risk.
Yeah, but, see, if my name
is on the insurance policy,
I want to make... [grunting]
What's the matter?
I think I, uh...
I think I'd like a chance
to talk about this to my...
[grunting]
I'd better be alone for a while.
I don't think that's a very
good idea, you look terrible.
[groaning]
Okay. Okay. Try and
take deep breaths.
Deep breaths. Deep breaths.
Okay. Is this how
you felt in the hospital
when you went to see
Dr. Horms? Yes, it is. It is.
Breathe.
Delores!
Breathe. Breathe with
me. Breathe with me.
What is it?
Get an ambulance, quick.
Breathe with me.
[groaning]
[siren wailing]
[mumbling]
I am going to make it. I...
Fight it. You've got to.
On the insurance,
you've got to cover for
the heart on the records.
It's the least of your problems.
Here, hang on to these.
What?
Oh, no.
Will you stop worrying. It
only makes the pain worse.
[groaning]
Hurry up, will you? I got
a guy dying back here.
Am I?
Can't lie to you, Mr. Brandeis.
You're in bad shape.
I mean, bad shape.
[groaning]
The pain, the pressure.
It's unbelievable.
I know. I know.
Get him into intensive
care right away.
What did you want
me for, Quincy?
What're you...
What're you up to?
What're you trying to do?
I'm glad you're here.
Now listen, don't talk.
Just listen, or this
thing could fall apart.
What're you trying to pull?
A swindler's swindle.
[beeping]
[grunting]
What does it say?
Well, to tell you the truth...
Uh, nurse, would you get me
five CC's of diazepam,
please? Thank you.
All right, Quincy,
what does it say?
Well, with a reading like this,
there isn't much I can do.
We'd better get a priest.
No!
Quincy, you've got to help me.
No! Please. No! Help me.
I'm sorry, Mr. Brandeis.
I can't help you.
It's out of my hands.
It's the same situation
you had with Kendall.
[grunting]
I didn't want to do that.
Didn't want to do what?
Kendall.
He wouldn't listen.
Money. Nothing.
And I had to have him taken out.
So you hired Hutchenson
and Whitley to kill him, huh?
Yeah. It doesn't
make any difference.
All right, you heard that.
John Kendall, he had him killed.
I got it.
Have Bill transcribe this.
You're something else.
What about that priest
you were calling for?
Oh, you don't need
a priest, Mr. Brandeis.
Because you're not going to die.
Your heart is as strong as mine.
What?
You'll live a long, long time.
In jail.
You know, Quince,
you took a real chance.
If Brandeis had
a heart condition,
you'd be on the hook
now, instead of him.
Well, you saw the
x-rays, the EKGs.
He had a classic hiatal hernia.
A little tension,
a little acidity.
He had to feel the earth
was sitting on his chest.
I still don't know
how you did it.
My special sangria cooler.
A lot of vitamin C.
Ascorbic acid? You loaded
him up with ascorbic acid?
No wonder he blew up.
I'm going to give you
the mark of a squealer.
Come on, let's go.
Where are we going?
I want to introduce you
to this very nice lady,
Mrs. Kendall. She
owes you a lot.
Quince, what about
the honorarium?
Oh!
Brandeis told me
to put it to good use.
You present it to the lady.
Now about forensic pathology...