Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 4, Episode 11 - House of No Return - full transcript

That place belongs to the Devil,

and nobody's doin'
nothin' about it.

Be right back.

Maxie, stop!

What do you expect
to find out there?

I don't expect to find anything.

I'm going with an open mind.

So, then there's no truth in what Joe
Barwell's mother told Doctor Quincy?

- What's that?
- They hold human
cockfights here.

There are ten rolls of film
missing from the last order.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would ya?



No.

They have gotten
away with murder before,

but they're not gonna
get away with it again.

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

All right.

Get down. Come on, get him.

Come on, man. You
got him! You got him!

Get him, get him down.

Don't let him push you around.

Fight back.

Leave him alone.

You know the rules.



He stays in here until
he can't get up again.

Get up. Get up!

Yeah, get up. Get up, Barwell.

Hit him...

It's all over, it's all over.

The winner and new champ of B1.

Well, done.

Sorry, fellas. You
can't always win.

You...

Let's go.

All right, the show's
over, come on, let's go.

Enjoy it. Enjoy it.

Thank you very much.

- Thanks.
- Nice to meet you.

Yes?

I'm here to see my
son, Joe Barwell.

You have authorization and ID?

- I most certainly do.
- May I see it?

All right, go have
a seat over there.

Listen, did you know
Barwell's mother was coming?

Well, she's here.

No, I can't stall
her, she's legit.

- What's up?
- Barwell's mother is here.

Do you want to
tell her he's sick?

Uh-uh. She's a suspicious one.

She's always writing
letters and asking questions

and she'll cause trouble if
she doesn't get to see him.

Joe's not gonna look too good.

So what? Inmates are always
getting into fights around here,

especially her son.

She ought to be
used to it by now.

Okay.

Hey, Joe?

I got a surprise for you.

Your mother's here.

Now we got to get
you ready to see her.

You don't want to see
her like this, do you?

Joe?

Joe, come on, get up.

This is the body of a
well-developed black male,

thirty-four years old,
six feet two inches tall,

approximately 190
pounds in weight.

Sam, I don't think I've
ever seen such extensive

scarring on any one body before.

There's not a part of his body isn't
covered with a bruise or something.

Well, he certainly didn't
get them in Sunday School.

The report from Willowdale says
he was always getting into fights.

Let's take a look at his x-rays.

There's a calcium
deposit on his left femur.

Hmm, must have fractured this
leg at least three times in this area.

Ah, complete fracture
of the left clavicle.

Huh, It's never healed.

Here are a couple of
recent cranial fractures.

Sam, this kind of damage
isn't done by fists alone.

They must be using all kinds
of weapons on each other.

Yeah. You think that last
fight was one too many?

Hmm. We'll find out.

- Well, it's been bleeding.
- That's what killed him.

Acute hypovolemic shock, he
lost so much blood in the abdomen,

there wasn't enough to keep
the rest of his body going.

Well, there's the
source of the problem.

Ruptured liver.

Hmm. Look at the
difference in clotting, Sam.

Firm in the liver but
jelly like in the abdomen.

That shows that the liver didn't
rupture at the time of the injury

but sometime afterwards.

You mean, he sustained
a subcapsular hematoma?

Right. The liver was
damaged in the fight.

Afterwards, the blood kept
leaking from it until the pressure

caused the sack
surrounding it to burst.

That's it.

Okay, I'll run some sections so
we can tell when death occurred.

- There's something else, Sam.
- Uh-huh.

There's a pattern contusion,
back of his right hand.

It looks like it might be a
boot print or a heavy shoe.

Take a picture. It
might tell us something.

All right.

It's hard to believe
the physical damage

one man can inflict on another.

You'd think the attendants
would keep patients from

murdering one another.

Quincy, there's someone
waiting for you out here.

- What does she want?
- I don't know.

She sure looks worried.

I'll see you later, Sam.

No, don't get up, don't get up.

- Can I help you?
- I'm Emily Barwell,
Joe's mother.

I'm very sorry about your son.

The other man, Doctor
Asten said you examined Joe.

I performed the autopsy.

They killed him, didn't they?

I know they killed him.

No, everything I found confirmed
the report from the hospital.

Evidently, your son
was involved in a fight.

No.

They knew Joe was tough.

So, they'd make him fight.

Then they take bets on him.

And they wouldn't stop.

Until one of them couldn't move.

Are you saying they did
this on a regular basis?

- That's right.
- Why didn't you report it?

Oh, I told Joe. I
wanted him to report it

but he said that the
fights were nothing

compared to what
they'd do to him

if they found out
he'd complained.

He told me about a man that
they caught usin' the phone.

They broke his hand so
that he could never call again.

That place belongs to the Devil,

and nobody's doin'
nothin' about it.

I promise you I'll
look into it, okay?

- May I see him?
- You sure you want to?

Doctor, he's my baby.

I'll take you over
to the viewing room.

I'll make all the arrangements.

But your own autopsy report
confirmed the hospital version

of what happened.

Don't you believe what
you put in your own report?

Yes I do. But after what
Mrs. Barwell told me,

I question the motive.

Look, I won't be able to sleep
if I don't check out her story.

What do you expect
to find out there?

I don't expect to find anything.

I'm going with an open mind.

If you don't believe
it, come along with me,

see what there is to see.

Sure. Listen, I don't have time
to go gallivanting all over the...

You know, it might
be more efficient

because if we don't find
any violations out there,

then you will put the report
through and that's the end of it.

- Right?
- Right.

Unfortunately, severe fights
aren't an uncommon occurrence

when you're dealing with MDOs.

What are MDOs, Doctor Morris?

Mentally disordered offenders.

Every man on the ward
has committed crimes

and been found
mentally incompetent.

Some are more
dangerous than others.

Eh, Joe Barwell, for example.

He was always fighting.

Well, aren't the guards
supposed to break up

the fights between patients?

Of course, and they
do whenever they can.

But Barwell had gotten into
another patient's room after lights out.

There's not much
patrolling after then.

It had been going
on for quite a while

before they even
found out about It.

They had to call in
help just to break it up.

Well, what did the doctor
say after he examined Barwell?

Oh, he wasn't even called in.

- Why not?
- Well, it was after hours.

Our doctor had gone home.

Don't you have a
doctor on call full time?

Is that the normal procedure?
What goes on here?

That's our procedure. Our doctor
is here every day from nine to six.

When your patients
are not very predictable,

doctors don't even like the idea

of working out here.

So, then there's no truth

in what Joe Barwell's
mother told Doctor Quincy?

- What's that?
- They hold human
cockfights here.

Human cockfights?

I've never even heard
that expression before.

No, it's impossible.

I'd know if something
like that was going on.

Then you think she
made the whole thing up?

I don't know. Maybe she
was just repeating something

that her son told
her. She was upset,

and I don't have to tell you that
patients in a mental institution

are not the most
reliable sources.

Couldn't the attendants keep
complaints from getting out?

- How?
- Fear.

Fear of punishment.
Fear of reprisals.

Well, I can understand
someone from the outside

imagining that,
but that sort of thing

just doesn't exist anymore.

Well, no matter what the
patient's mental condition,

we listen to his complaint.

But what if a patient doesn't
complain? Like Joe Barwell?

Well, maybe he didn't because
there's just nothing to complain about.

Now, look, we give
them every opportunity.

The most common
complaint is about the food.

But whenever there's
a valid complaint,

a state Investigator comes in.

Well, when was the last time
an Investigator was out here?

Oh, about eight months ago.

Eight months
without a complaint?

Eight months without
a valid complaint.

But, of course, there
are periodic investigations

in all areas of patient care

but we passed
with flying colors.

These are their living quarters.

The recreation
room is right up here.

You can see they
keep it nice and clean.

Ah, Doctor Morris.

Would you have
them open the window?

I want to show 'em
I can walk on air.

Oh, not now, Rocco. Why
don't you go sit and relax?

I can do it, on water, too.

- Sure you can, Rocco.
- You bet your life I can.

I've tried to do
all those things.

You can do great things with
a little positive reinforcement.

Dr. Morris, ah,
how does the patient

finally get released
from Willowdale?

Well, it depends
on their condition.

Some patients are
here to determine

their competency to stand trial.

Others have been found
insane at the time of their trial.

Those are the ones
who stay forever.

No, Doctor Quincy. The
latest innovation in the law

is a determinate
sentence for everyone.

Each patient when he comes here

is given a definite term

and a re-evaluation
every 90 days.

The courts make a final
decision on the release.

So a patient can't be put
into a hospital and forgotten.

No. No, no, we've, ah,

we've learned from our mistakes.

Hey, Fergie.

Rawlings. Come over here.

- Yes, Doctor Morris?
- Has Doctor Mark seen this?

Well, I don't think so. It must
have just happened today.

He's been so busy,
he hasn't had a chance

to come and check the wards.

Well, Fergie, you go
down to Doctor Mark

and get him to put
something on that.

- Let's go, Fergie.
- No.

Rawlings, this is, ah, Doctor
Quincy and Doctor Asten

from the Medical
Examiner's Office.

They're here about
Joe Barwell's death.

Oh, yeah, that was bound
to happen sooner or later.

Barwell was really incorrigible.

Doctor Quincy says that Joe's
mother was very concerned

about a human
cockfight among patients.

What? Human cockfights?

Oh, no way. Not here.

Look our job is to maintain
discipline and order.

We found a heel mark
on Joe's right hand.

Have any idea how it got there?

Ah, yeah, sure.

When we were
breaking up the fight,

Joe reached out for a
knife, and I had to stop him.

We use as little force
as we can get away with.

Look cross-eyed at
any one of those patients

and they run off and
make a complaint.

Thank you, Rawlings.

- Very nice to have met you.
- Nice to meet ya.

- Bye-bye.
- Well, I guess that's it.

Well, I want to thank
you for your concern.

Now, I'm sure that
there's no problem,

but I'm going to talk with
some of the attendants

and the patients try
to look into it anyway.

Well, Doctor Morris, this has
been very, very interesting.

I wanna thank you very much

and let's have lunch some time.

Oh, that would be very nice.

Listen, if you need
more medical help,

I'd like to come down
here once in a while.

You have enough work
back at the lab, Dr. Quincy.

I'm talking about the weekends.

I could give the doctor a
hand, ease his work load.

At least temporarily.

That's very kind of you.

I just hope it won't end up with
them asking too much of you.

- I think I can handle it.
- All right.

Just call whenever
you get a chance.

Quincy, how come
you never volunteer

to work on Saturday for me?

I don't wanna spoil ya.

There's a patient here
who's been waiting to see you.

He doesn't have an appointment,

but he says it's very urgent.

- Who is it?
- Hal Benson.

- Send him in.
- Okay.

Um, can this be
private, Doctor Morris?

It's personal.

I'll be all right. You can go.

Well, what is it?
What's so personal?

Ah, listen, Rawlings lied to you

and those other men
that were here today.

There are fights,
huh, bad fights.

And, ah, the attendants,

they bet on 'em.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah.

Well, how many times
have you seen this?

Oh, this is the first time.
I've only been here a month.

Why didn't you mention
this to your psychologist?

Because, ah, he
thinks I'm crazy.

I came straight to you.

All right. Now listen to me,

since you don't know
your way around here,

I don't want you to mention this

to anyone until I get the
state investigators here.

Do you understand that?

- Yeah.
- Good. Now,

go back down to dinner,

like you never came to see me,

and I'll take care of it.

I wouldn't want you
to have any trouble.

Thanks, Doctor Morris.

You ready for your
medication, Benson?

What're you giving
it to me again for?

Look, the doc said
to give it to you.

You want your
stomach to hurt again?

Can't it wait till after dinner?

We're not your
nursemaid, you know.

You take it when we have
the time to give it to you.

All right. I hate this stuff.

Get away. Get away. Get away.

You have somebody
else from Willowdale, huh?

That's right and his
name was Hal Benson.

He get in a fight, too?

No. According to the
report, it was a heart attack.

Okay.

Well, they were wrong, Sam. A
classic case of a cafe coronary.

It looked like a heart
attack, but it wasn't.

He choked to death on his food.

There's a big piece
stuck in his windpipe.

Also, his tongue was lacerated.

Must've bitten it
while he was choking.

You know, 99% of
the cases like this

are found in people who are
overweight or had a few drinks,

or ate too fast, or
took too large bites,

or had false teeth.

Well, he certainly
wasn't overweight.

His dentition was perfect.

You didn't find any
alcohol in his blood stream

and the food in his stomach
and pharynx was well chewed,

indicating that he
wasn't in a hurry.

No pseudo bulbar palsy of the
brainstem that could have caused a seizure.

No. Did you find any
neuroleptic drugs in his system?

No. Just some antacid in
his stomach for gastritis.

Why?

Well, certain tranquilizers can
interfere with the coordination

of the involuntary
muscles used in swallowing.

But if you didn't find
any drugs in him...

Sam, there was no reason for it.

There were no signs
around his mouth or neck

that he had been force fed.

Well, maybe he swallowed
the wrong way. I've done it.

Anyone can do it.
It's not so unusual.

Yeah, but getting two bodies
from the same place in two days is.

And I don't buy Rawlings' explanation
about that heel mark we found.

He said Barwell was
going for a knife, didn't he?

That's just it. After that
beating Barwell took,

he would barely be conscious.

He couldn't make
any sudden moves.

And we've found a hematoma
in the left frontal parietal region,

right in the area that
controls the motor activity

in the right hand and arm.

No, he would have at least
been weakened like a stroke.

I'm tellin' ya, it's too
pat. It's just too pat.

You know, I can't
figure you out, Quince.

Now when... When
things don't go together,

you question them.

But when things do go together

you still question
them. Now, why is that?

I'm ornery, Sam. I'm ornery.

Well, that time of
the month again.

Social Security and Welfare checks
came in today and here's the take.

Well, well, that
looks pretty good.

Now what's the total so far?

About 2,300.

Well, that's better
than last month.

How do the figures break down?

A little over 1,200 from pills
and food, 450 from the pictures

and about 600 in checks,

money from their families,

and petty cash
for extra privileges.

Ah, looks like we'll have
to declare a dividend.

I see Anderson finally decided
to sign over his Social Security.

Yeah, he must've
had a change of heart.

Well, did you get that bank
authorization note, too?

Yeah. With this we can cash
his checks just like the others.

I don't see anything
from Mulford here.

That guy gets three checks
from the government every month.

We pay taxes, and that bum
collects more for free than we make.

He just don't wanna cooperate.

Well, maybe if he misses
a couple of meals in a row,

he'll catch on.

Right.

Listen, get Gilroy in here.

Have him take this to the
bank as soon as he can.

We don't wanna miss
out on any interest, do we?

Listen, as long as you're here,

I wish you'd keep your
eyes and ears open.

You see, Hal Benson
came to see me.

He told me about the fight,
but the attendants and patients,

I talked to denied it. I,
ah, looked at his record

but he was a pathological liar,

who pleaded insanity
in a murder case.

I just want to make sure that
these reports are groundless.

So do I.

Doctor Maxwell,
this is Doctor Quincy.

I told you he volunteered
to give you a hand.

- How do ya do?
- Ah, good to see ya.

You're kinda like the U.S. Cav.

When someone donates their time,

they don't usually
show up quite so early.

This is Bill Carruthers. One
of our more helpful patients.

How do ya do? Now, gentlemen,

if you'll excuse me, I
have to get back to work.

Doctor Quincy,
thanks for coming.

My pleasure.

Let me get you
somethin' to wear.

Okay.

Listen, you were investigating
Joe Barwell's death, weren't ya?

Yeah. That musta been
a terrible fight he was in.

Listen, how come he wasn't
given emergency surgery?

Well, the attendants said
he seemed okay after the fight

and that's why they
say they never called me.

Yeah, but they're not doctors.

I mean, this is a
hospital, isn't it?

Oh, it's called a hospital
but it's more like a prison.

Now don't forget, most of these
people aren't here voluntarily.

I know, but they're still
entitled to medical treatment

especially in emergency cases,

like last night and the night before
with Barwell and then Benson.

Hey, look, don't blame me.

When I first got here, I
was as concerned as you.

I'd come down here
at 3:00 in the mornin'

because someone
said that he was dyin'

only to find out that
he had some headache.

These guys aren't
always rational.

They scream and
they holler like children.

I guess I don't know
enough about it yet.

I'm sorry.

Well, I feel as badly
about it as you do.

I mean, I'm only one
person here alone and I can't

cover everything by myself.

Why, ah, sometimes, I
feel like I belong in here,

but as a patient.

You ready, Bill?

Yeah.

Now Doctor Quincy,
you work up there.

Okay.

Come on, let's go,
Maxie, come on.

- Get up here.
- Ah, let me go.

Hey! Sit down.

Maxie's shy. Don't
like strangers.

We're not gonna
hurt ya. Left forearm.

Let me see it. Come on.

Bill, where do you keep the
A&D Ointment for this burn?

On the first shelf back there.

Be right back.

Maxie, Maxie, stop!

Now you keep away from him.

Put it down, Maxie. Put it here.

Put it here.

Put it down.

That's all right.

- You all right? Okay.
- Yeah.

- Right?
- Yeah.

- Okay,
what happened to your arm?
- I don't know, a burn.

- Hey, look what I got.
- Oh, Bill.

Thanks for helpin'.

Please.

Please.

All right, you can
button up for now.

George, well, that's
it for today I think.

I know what ya mean. Talk
about a rough day, wow.

- Hey, you're pretty good.
- So are you.

Look, I gotta run off to see
Dr. Morris and loads of paper work.

- Again, thank you very much.
- I had fun.

Good.

Bill, thank you for
helping me out with Maxie.

Forget it.

You really know
what you're doin.

- How long you been here?
- Almost 19 years.

Nineteen years. What did you do?

I had an argument with
my boss after he fired me.

I got so mad, I hit him
with a paperweight.

His secretary called the police.

Later, they brought
me here for observation.

Ah, I didn't handle that too well
and they declared me incompetent.

But I understand they can't
keep you here indefinitely.

Oh, I was let out 18 months
ago, I couldn't cope on the outside.

Too many changes and,
ah, all the years in here

did something to me.

Anyways, I got In trouble again

and they brought me back
here for more treatment.

I always get nervous
at my review sessions,

but, ah, I think I got
that problem licked.

I could be out of
here in six months.

You think you could
handle the outside now?

I think so, yeah.

Since you've been here so long,

I bet you know everything
that goes on here.

Hear no evil. See no evil.

I don't look for trouble
and knock on wood,

so far it hasn't found me.

Well, if your hearing or
your sight ever come back,

why don't ya give me a call?

- Thanks.
- Thank you.

Come.

- How long ya gonna be in here?
- I'm just finishing up.

I got the new batch
of pictures you wanted.

Oh.

Good, the old ones
are gettin' pretty beat up.

Look at that.

Boy, those girls are
gettin' better and better.

Maybe we oughta rent
'em out for a higher price,

cause of the inflation, huh.

You know, you do good work.

It's not hard.

Anyone who can use a camera and a darkroom
can make copies of magazine pictures.

Yeah, well that's
why we let you do it

and pay you.

Well, you're smarter than
the rest of these birds in here.

You're not half as crazy.
Been around a long time.

You get along, you
don't cause trouble,

and that's why we trust
ya to do things for us,

- give you extra privileges.
- Thanks...

But it wouldn't do
for you to cross us

or we'd have to come
down on you very, very hard.

Why would I do that?

You tell me. We were
checkin' the supplies before.

There are ten rolls of film
missing from the last order.

You wouldn't know anything
about that, would ya?

No.

No?

Neither did the attendants,
and they're the only other ones

who have keys to this place.

Now if someone was taking
unauthorized pictures around here,

I wouldn't like it. I
wouldn't like it at all.

Now, you have one hour to
find that missing film, or else.

That's one hour,
Carruthers, one hour.

Where ya goin', Bill?

I'm taking the
garbage for a walk.

Where does it
look like I'm going?

Rawlings told me to take
out the trash, like I always do.

All right. Go ahead.

Well, well, well, looks like
you got garbage detail again.

Yeah, some guys
just got all the luck.

Doctor Quincy.

- Bill,
what are you doing here?
- I've been waiting for you.

- You escaped?
- You could get in
a lot of trouble.

If I go back, I'll get
in a lot of trouble.

You're the only one
I can trust with this.

Well, why, what is
it? Sit down, sit down.

It's proof of all the rackets
and abuses that go on there.

Betting on fights between
patients, selling booze

and drugs, stealing their money.

Is this the cockfight
with Joe Barwell?

Yeah.

You see Rawlings there
stepping on his hand.

He said Joe was
reaching for a knife.

They cover up very well.

How did you get these pictures?

The, ah, attendants
let me use a camera

and darkroom to make
copies of pornographic pictures

so that they could rent
them to the patients.

I hid the camera in a cigar box
and carried it around all the time

so that they could
get used to it.

Lots of guys there
have odd habits.

Where do the patients get the
money to buy these kinds of things?

Um... From their families,

from Social Security, welfare
checks. It doesn't much matter.

Most of it winds up in
the attendants' pockets.

What happened to this
complaint system I heard about?

Aren't you guys supposed
to pick up the phone

and call somebody or write
and report these things?

There are a lots of things
that are supposed to be.

If everything was the
way it is supposed to be,

I wouldn't need to be here.

A couple of guys mailed complaints
and they never got an answer

except from the attendants.

The only way they
could have known

was by censoring the mail.

Um, it's not only them either.

Half the patients don't
want to give up on booze,

and drugs, or other
things they can buy.

And the rest are more frightened
of the reprisals than of anything else

that goes on in here.

What about Doctor Morris?

Can't you talk to
him confidentially?

How? You have to go through
the attendants, and they'd find out.

Look what happened
to Hal Benson.

You think the attendants
are responsible for that?

They didn't help much while
he was choking to death.

So you were doing okay up there.

Why did you take the chance
to gather this evidence?

I don't know. I, uh...

I just couldn't
stand to see them

getting away with
all that brutality.

You know, they can say and do

anything they want
and get away with it

because we're
supposed to be crazy.

We belong there.

If you belong there, so
do I. You hungry, Bill?

Well, let's get a
good night's sleep.

And the first thing
in the morning

I'm gonna put your
evidence to work.

If you ever have to
go back to Willowdale,

I guarantee you, those guards
won't be there to greet you.

Benson was right. I
should have listened to him.

I can't believe it. Well,
there it is in black and white.

Now we can do
something about it.

I can't believe all this was
going on right under my nose.

Here are the negatives.
Any expert can verify them.

Why didn't Carruthers come to
see me about this in the first place?

He was afraid the attendants
would find out about it.

Just like they did with Benson.

Well, this is all the proof
we need to take action.

Where do we go from here?

Well, it's too big for
me to take care of.

If it was just a few attendants
in violation, I could handle it.

But we'll have to turn this
over to the investigation unit

of the State Department
of Mental Health.

- They'll look into it.
- How long will it take?

Well, I'll call them right away.

They'll probably send
over an investigator today.

Then Carruthers can come
back without fear of retaliation.

I'll see to it personally.

- Where is he now?
- On my boat.

Good, keep him there.

That's the safest place for him

until I can get all
this in the works.

Thank you very
much for your help, sir.

It's my job, Doctor Quincy.

Well, I'll call you if I
hear any further word...

Okay.

Come in here.

Carruthers?

Get to Quincy's
boat before he does.

Carruthers is there.

Get him back here.

Doctor Morris didn't
know anything about it.

What?

He said you must have
fallen for some crazy story

Carruthers told you,
you helped him escape,

and then offered to hide him.

Crazy story? But Mr. Saunders,
I showed him the pic...

He's been in on
this all the time.

In on what?

Those things I told you
were going on at Willowdale.

The terrible things
you are talking about

happened in our institutions
up until two years ago.

Willowdale seemed like a
pretty self-contained place to me.

What does that mean?

If a dictatorship can
control and silence a country,

what makes ya think things
like this couldn't happen

at Willowdale or
any other institution?

Because I'm telling you
we've got safeguards,

too many of them, against that.

But your safeguards
only depend on whether

or not the people
who run the hospitals

comply with them.

Prisons have rules
and regulations

and safeguards, but there're always
riots against violations, aren't there?

All right, Doctor Quincy,
now you've made some

pretty serious
charges here today.

Do you have evidence
to back them up?

I did, until I gave
Morris the pictures.

Mr. Saunders, why
would I make this up?

Why would I lie?

Hank Morris stood in that
exact spot two hours ago

and said the same thing
to me, "Why would I lie?"

Because he's part of it.

One thing is sure.
One of you is lying,

but I won't know which one
until we conduct an investigation.

Now I'll tell you what I'll do.
I'll put your charges through

- as a formal complaint...
- Formal complaint?

We'll put an investigator
on it to check 'em all out.

Don't you understand, we
don't have that kinda time.

Carruthers' life is in danger
every minute he's in that place.

What're you talking about?
Even if you're telling the truth,

they wouldn't dare do
anything to him now,

not with all this
attention focused on them

and an investigation
hanging over their heads.

Listen, animals like Rawlings
and Morris, they depend on our

civility, our naivete. They're
best weapon is our belief

that we're dealing with
people who think as we do.

But whether you buy it or not, they
have gotten away with murder before,

but they're not gonna
get away with it again.

I'm Doctor Quincy. I
want to see Bill Carruthers,

to give him a physical exam.

Dr. Quincy, Dr. Quincy.

I don't see your name here.

Have you got a pass?

You let me in or I'll be
back with a federal marshal

and a search warrant so
fast it'll make your head spin.

Let him in.

We've got nothing to hide here.

That's right, you don't.

It's all out in the
open now, isn't it?

- Bill.
- What are you doing here?

I'm gonna examine you.

- What for?
- To protect you.

It's a little late, isn't it?

You don't think I
turned ya in, do you?

How did they find out
I was on your boat?

I trusted Dr. Morris. I
gave him the pictures.

He's part of the whole thing.

Then I'm a dead man.

I mean, if we don't
have any proof...

All they have to
do is bide their time,

till they can arrange something.

Not if I can prove
that Hal Benson

didn't choke to
death accidentally.

Come on, sit down, let
me examine you, please.

Roll up your sleeve.

You said that the attendant
gave him the medicine

- in the middle of his meal?
- Yeah.

How soon after he took the
medicine did he start choking?

Maybe a minute.

Hmm. Anything else you remember?

Yeah, ah, before he was choking,

he started to wipe his
mouth with a napkin and

I think I saw some blood on it.

Wait a minute. Before he
started choking, he was bleeding?

Yeah, I think so.

Does that help
you, Doctor Quincy?

Well, I'm sure gonna find out.

I just examined Bill
Carruthers. His heart is sound

and his blood
pressure is normal.

I'm gonna do a complete
tox screen on his blood.

Now, if anything
changes for any reason

I'm gonna hold
you two responsible.

I swear, I'll see
that you're put away

for the rest of your lives.

Do you think we'll find
anything in Benson's body

that we didn't before?

Well, we have to, Sam.
There had to be something

that made him choke to death.

But how? We've already
done every standard test,

and came up with nothing.

Carruthers said Benson
had blood on his napkin

- after he wiped his mouth.
- So? We know that he

bit his tongue.

I'm talkin' about before
he started choking,

not afterwards.

But what difference
does it make whether

he did it before or after?

Biting his tongue couldn't
have made him choke.

No, but he said
Benson wasn't aware

that he was bleeding.

- What do you think that means?
- I got a hunch.

We got something,
Quincy. Lidocaine.

Lidocaine. Now we're
getting somewhere.

That's a powerful
topical anesthetic.

No wonder Benson
choked to death.

The anesthetic numbed
his throat so much,

it suppressed the gag reflex.

His body didn't know whether
he was breathing or swallowing,

so the food got
stuck in his trachea.

Ordinarily, the reflex
would have dislodged it.

This way he was helpless.

But why didn't
we find it before?

Because the anesthetic only
affected the surface tissues.

It never entered
his bloodstream.

Our normal tox screen wouldn't
show it in the stomach contents.

If we weren't
looking specifically,

we would never find it.

You get a hold of Monahan.

Tell him to meet
me at Willowdale.

- I'm gonna pick up Saunders.
- Right.

Hey man, watch it.
You stepped on my foot.

I didn't come anywhere near you.

Are you callin' me a liar?

I'm not calling you anything.

What's going on here?

Well, this dude here, he was just
walkin' by and stepped on my foot.

And he's been callin'
me all kinda names too.

Oh, did he? Well, he's
a real troublemaker.

Yeah.

I want to fight him.

You hear that? Alcott's
challenging you to a fight.

I'm not gonna fight with him.

All right. Have it your way.

You can stay here and
let him beat you to a pulp

if that's what you want.

All right, clear
out. Give 'em room.

Go ahead. Break his head open.

Give it to him. Go on.

Give it to him.

Go on.

Don't mess up
Bill. He's my friend.

Don't mess him.

Who do you think you are, huh?

Get him out of here.

Hey, what's the matter
with you morons?

Do you wanna watch?

Just sit down
and listen, shut up.

Well, let's get
them out of here.

Come on, get out.
Get away from me.

Come on, sit down, sit down.

- Where you goin'?
- To see Bill Carruthers.

Where are the keys?

Visiting hours are over.

Herb Saunders,
Department of Mental Health.

Now open that door.

And these are two police officers.
Now, where's Bill Carruthers?

It's the recreational period.
They must be in the rec room.

There's a Doctor
Maxwell in the clinic.

Tell him we're going
to the rec room.

- Right.
- Let me have the keys, please.

Give me the keys.

Come on boys, come
on, get out a here.

Back off here. Go on, get
back. George, move out of here.

Wilson, get these guys
back to their rooms.

- Right.
- Get rid of them.

Rawlings, Rawlings,
what's goin' on here?

Well, we tried to break up
a little disturbance between

two of the patients,
and the rest of them

got a little out of hand.

That's not true.

You were tryin' to
get Alcott to kill me,

just like you did
Benson and Barwell.

You can't prove
that. If he can't, I can.

Somebody saw to it that Benson
was given a liquid anesthetic

that made him choke to death.

Which I gave to you
because of an injury

you said one of the
patients gave you.

Oh, wait a minute.
I'm not gonna take

all the blame for this.

Oh, don't worry. You're
gonna have a lot of company.

- Lieutenant.
- Let's go.

I'll get a substitute staff
moved in immediately.

We'll get this place cleaned
up and we'll keep it that way.

How are you feelin'?

All right. A little
bit of a sore lip.

It's nothing compared to
the pleasure I'm feeling now.

You're gonna be okay.

And I don't think you're
gonna be here much longer.

Ah, we sure beat
them, didn't we, buddy?

We sure did, Maxie.

My cookie! Oh!

Ah, does this mean I won't
have an assistant this weekend?