Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 4, Episode 13 - The Depth of Beauty - full transcript

Quincy investigates the suicide of a woman who was horribly disfigured after undergoing a face peel that was performed by an incompetent plastic surgeon. He then goes on a crusade to see ...

The worst part was that
horrible hole he left in her.

How could she take the risk?

She didn't know
what it was all about?

You're the doctor. You
took the risk and she lost!

But the courts are
crammed right now

from the basement to
the rooftop with cases.

Cases that involve
real criminals.

Because he's a doctor,
he's not a real criminal?

Are you afraid to take him on?

There isn't a thing
left that we can do,

and Doctor Green,



he can do anything he wants.

You wanted something dramatic

you're going to get
something dramatic.

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Don't, baby, please!
Please, please, please, don't!

Please, don't... Dear
God, Sheila, please...

It's so far down.

But, baby, I don't care.
I mean, you know that.

I love you...

And I love you, too.

You'll be better off without me.

We'll go another doctor. We'll
find someone who can help.



No!

Sheilaaaaaaaa!

Sheila Conners,

white female, Caucasian, age 47.

Both liver and spleen
show extensive lacerations

massive bleeding in abdominal
cavity resulting from the ruptured aorta.

All evidence matches textbook
descriptions of blood pressure

surge at time of impact.

What'd we have, Sam?

The analysis was
absolutely clean.

No drugs except for a
slight trace of alcohol.

There wasn't enough
present to call her intoxicated.

She probably had a
couple of drinks, no more.

Then that's it. Suicide.

Cause of death being the impact.

I still can't help wondering
how she got those scars.

Does it matter anymore?
Here's the death certificate.

All it needs now is your signature
and we can move on to the next one.

They're not haphazard, Sam.

The scars are evenly
patterned and symmetrical.

See here, around the lips,

under the eyes but
not under the eyelids,

across the cheeks
and the forehead.

This was done!

Look at the color of her skin.

If I'm right...

Okay. But the cause of
death was the impact, right?

- Huh?
- The impact...

Yeah... the cause of
the death was the impact.

Then here's the
death certificate. Sign.

Do we have her address?

Yeah, it's on the police report.

I'm going to see her husband.

Why should this
time be any different...

Mr. Conners?

Mr. Conners?

The door was
opened... I knocked...

I didn't hear you.

I'm Doctor Quincy... I'm
with the coroner's office,

I'm sorry about your wife.
I know how you must feel

Yes, I'm sure you do.

What do you want?

I was wondering if you could
tell me how she got those scars.

The word 'scars'
implies ugliness, Doctor.

My wife wasn't scarred.

She was beautiful.

Maybe I should come
back some other time...

That's why she
had the operation.

To be beautiful.

She said she wasn't
beautiful enough.

Then I was right.

A doctor did do it, huh?

Of course a doctor did it...

a very successful doctor.

His office is in Beverly Hills.

Ads in all magazines
and newspapers.

She got it in her head to go

see this guy Green. Emile Green.

I tried to talk her out of it.

God, how I loved that woman.

I needed her.

Is there anything I
can do? Anything at all?

Thank you.

I don't think there's anything
anybody can do now.

Doctor Quincy?

She was wrong.

I'm not better off without her.

- May I help you?
- I hope so.

I'd like to see
Doctor Green, please.

He's very busy, Doctor
Quincy, but I'll see.

You can wait out
here, if you'd like.

Thanks.

- Doctor Quincy?
- Yeah.

Will this take very long?

- I promise to be
as fast as I can.
- This way.

Doctor Green.

- How are you, sir?
- Fine.

- Won't you have a seat.
- Thank you.

What can I do for you, Doctor?

I'd like to talk to you
about Sheila Conners.

Sheila Conners?

Um... that's right.

I did some work on
her. Chemosurgery.

With unfortunate results.

- Tell me, how's she doing?
- She's dead.

Suicide.

I did the autopsy. She
jumped eighteen stories.

That's too bad.

Her husband said
she killed herself

because she couldn't stand
the way she looked anymore.

Now, wait a minute,
Doctor, if you're implying that

No, no, no, I'm not
implying anything!

But you did do a face
peel on her, didn't you?

Of course.

Now with her scarring,

I'm surprised she didn't
die right on your table.

- From phenol poisoning.
- That's absurd.

I took every
precaution necessary.

Did you?

Did you consider the fact
that she was olive-skinned?

Certainly, I did.
And I dismissed it.

You dismissed it?

A scientific fact,
and you dismissed it?

Dark-pigmented skins
tend to scar heavily.

Olive-skinned people
like Sheila Conners

are probably the worst possible
candidates for chemosurgery.

A face peel shouldn't have been
considered, let alone attempted.

Oh, there's all sorts
of theories like that.

That is not a theory,
Doctor Green, that's a fact!

A fact that any
first-year medical student

who is interested in
plastic surgery would know.

Well, what I know is the result
of twelve good years of practice.

And if Sheila Conners had bad
results here, it's no fault of mine.

She never showed up
when she was supposed to,

and as a result, she left
the bandages on far too long.

I certainly can't assume
the responsibility for that.

Well, if you as the doctor

don't assume the responsibility,
who is supposed to?

It was a risk Mrs.
Conners chose to take.

How could she take the risk?

She didn't know
what it was all about?

You're the doctor. You
took the risk and she lost!

You've wasted far too much
of my time as it is, Doctor.

I don't think there's
anything more to be said.

Well, don't kid yourself,

there's a lot more to be
said and I'm going to say it.

I think the Deputy District
Attorney would enjoy hearing it, too.

- How are you?
- Good to see you.

Listen, I want you to
meet Doctor Walt Mitchell.

Nice to meet you. How do you do.

- Why don't we sit down, okay.
- Sure.

When you first
told me about this,

I decided to give Walt a call
and ask him to come over.

This guy is one of the best
plastic surgeons in the country.

Really?

I just got through talking
with one of the worst.

- You mean Green?
- I mean Green.

All right, let's sort
this out straightaway.

He's not a plastic
surgeon at all.

He hasn't even had any
training in plastic surgery.

Wait a minute. I've seen the
ads he runs in the newspapers.

He says he's board-certified
as a plastic surgeon.

Those ads are deceptive
and they shouldn't be allowed.

Oh, he's
board-certified, all right.

But not in plastic
surgery, in gynecology!

Gynecology?

How can he call himself
a plastic surgeon?

You might not know about this,
Quince, a lot of doctors don't.

But according to the state
legislature of California,

anyone who has an M.D.

and one-year's training can call
themselves whatever they like.

I'm not talking about
specialized training either...

a general internship.

I have practiced nothing but
plastic surgery since my residency

if I wanted to put out a shingle
and call myself a neurosurgeon,

it's perfectly legal.

You asked me what
I know about Green.

This is what I know about him,

and a half a dozen
others just like him.

You mean all of these show
the same incompetence?

There's got to be
at least ten cases!

There's fourteen.

Fourteen incidents of
malpractice, incompetence,

battery, neglect. Exactly
like Sheila Conners,

to a greater or lesser degree.

- And he still practices?
- Oh yeah,

and he probably makes about
three hundred grand a year.

And you let this go on?

C'mon Quince,
the law lets it go on.

You've got to change the law.

Now you know I'd like to
help but I don't think I can.

What do you mean
'you don't think you can'?

You heard what Walt said!

Green is the one responsible
for Sheila Conners' death.

Quince, I'm not
arguing with you.

You're right.

But there's nothing I can do.

The District Attorney's office
only handles felony level charges

in a case like this.

Now if you take an
incompetence or malpractice case

and you try to
call it a felony...

Look, maybe I can
explain it like this.

These cases that
Walt's been showing you,

now not one of them is enough to
constitute a criminal case by itself,

but you take them all together

and maybe you can show criminal
intent and reckless disregard.

Maybe. Maybe.

Only if you have enough cases

and if the judge is
in a very good mood.

Now that's it.

And even then, I'm
telling you that the D.A.

is not going to file
on a case like this.

I'll tell you what, you could go
down to the city attorney's office.

He might be able to do something
on a misdemeanor level for battery.

That is terrific.

Sheila Conners is dead.
I think she was murdered

and you're gonna
call it a misdemeanor?

No, no. I'm gonna
call it a suicide.

It doesn't make any difference what
you call it nothing's gonna happen.

He's already been
hauled into court

on a misdemeanor
by the city attorney.

And he was convicted.

- He was?
- Yes!

And the judge fined
him five hundred bucks

and said, 'Don't do it again'.

You mean he's just going
to go on maiming people?

That's exactly what I mean.

He's going to go
on maiming people.

I know I'm falling behind
in my work and I'm sorry.

I just can't concentrate.

Quincy, I don't want you to
worry about your case load now.

They're not very important.

But look, this Green
thing is too serious

and I know what
you're going through.

You're facing that brick
wall that everybody faces.

Well, nobody is doing
anything to stop that butcher.

You shoulda seen those
files that Walt showed me.

I mean... Oh, what's the use.

Quincy, I'm as outraged
about this thing as you are.

But I do accept the fact
that the law is the law.

Bureaucracy is
hard to deal with.

You can't do it alone.

Then the law should be changed

and the bureaucracy
should be held accountable.

Right. But until it is, we
don't have any other choice.

Now listen,

with government,
semantics is a madness.

Now I have the knack.
Will you let me help you?

How?

File a report with the Board
of Medical Quality Assurance.

That's what they're
there for. They'll handle it.

If that man can't be
punished as a criminal,

then let the Board
revoke his license.

I guess you're right.

Of course I'm right.

You're a
zero-seven-one-dash-sixty.

- I am?
- Consumer complaint form.

Robin.

I want you to type up

zero-seven-one-dash-sixty
for Doctor Quincy.

I want you to do it now and I
want you to send it by messenger.

Yes sir.

- Okay?
- Okay.

Now we have got the wheels
of government in motion.

Will you just relax.

You have a little patience. I
guarantee the results. Okay?

- Okay, thank you very much.
- Take it easy.

Robin, will you be sure to give
Doctor Quincy the five new files.

Well, since I solved the problem
for you, what do you have to do?

Just get it done by tonight.

Who mounted this slide?

There's a bubble right in
the middle of this tissue.

I did, Doctor Quincy.

Okay, Mark, take a look at it.

Sam. Robin gave me your message.
What's the matter with Quincy?

Look for yourself.

I'll re-mount them
right away, sir.

And you better do a better job.

It started about two days ago.

First, he was just edgy and then
he started snapping at everyone.

Now no one wants to be
in the same room with him.

- Quincy...
- Yeah, yeah?

- What are you doing here?
- Well, I...

Ahh, somebody's talking,
huh? Well, they're right.

I am grouchy, I am cranky
and I owe it all to you!

- To me?
- Yeah, do it your way

file a report. Well,
I did it your way.

I filed a report. And
what happened?

It's been over a week, we
haven't heard a word from them.

Haven't... haven't heard
a word from whom?

The Quality Board!

You mean that's
what this is all about?

Yeah, that's
what it's all about.

Did you realize you had Sam
and everybody half worried to death.

We thought you were
sick or something.

I can't stop seeing that poor
woman's face. I'll tell you something

I am tired of waiting. I
want to see what's going on.

Quincy, Quincy,
listen for just a minute.

Now I really understand.

You know, if you
had just come to me.

- Again come to you?
- This would have
been taken care of.

I will call personally now and
find out the status of the report.

- Personally?
- Personally.

Now go back to
work. It's all right.

It'll just take a minute.

Squealer!

I did it for your
own good, Quince.

'I did it for your own good...'

You haven't gotten to it!

Listen, you have
to have gotten to it.

Because it contained a
case of gross incompetence.

It is vital that some
action be taken.

This, what?

Asten.

Deputy Medical Examiner.

Los Angeles.

No! I don't want you
to send me forms.

Look, you see, we sent
the form to you eight...

Listen, I want you to
forget the whole thing.

No, it's all right because I'm going
to send someone from my office

over to see you
personally. You deserve it.

No, I'm not angry...
fine... right... yes...

I know you're busy... thank you.

Thanks, thanks.

- You found anything out?
- What?

Uh... no, they're... they're
a little fouled up down there.

- What?
- Well, you see,
you were right.

They haven't even
begun the investigation yet.

Haven't begun? It's
been over eight days!

That's right, it's
been eight days.

You want my
support? You've got it!

You go get them!

-Doctor Asten -What?

Uh... later, Sam...

Doctor Asten's call brought your
report to the attention of my secretary.

She's turned it over to me,

and I've given it priority.

And you're going to take
care of things right away?

Of course.

I'll send a copy of the
report to the attorney general.

We'll begin our
investigation at once.

- That's it?
- Sure.

- It's all taken care of?
- You've got my word.

Well, I guess Doctor
Asten was right, after all.

I thought I was gonna
have to come over here

and yell and scream to get
things done. Thank you very much.

I can't tell you how relieved
I am to know that Green

won't get his hands on
anybody in the meantime.

Well, I'm afraid it doesn't mean
exactly that, Doctor Quincy.

There's no provision that
prevents the man from practicing

while the investigation
is going on.

Well, can't you issue an injunction or a
restraining order or something like that?

I don't have the authority.

Well, how long is the
investigation going to take?

A couple of weeks?

Six months. A year.

- Maybe longer.
- Maybe longer!

Do you know what that
guy is doing out there?

How can you let this go on?

Now just a minute,
Doctor Quincy.

We're here to police
the medical profession

and we police it as best we can.

We're not the villains here.

If we don't move fast
enough to suit you,

I'm sorry.

Just take a look at
our recent record.

I think it looks pretty good.

I'm sure it does. I'm sorry.

I just keep thinking about all the
people who are going to see Green

over the next six months.

I don't have your patience.

Doctor Quincy, when I said go get
them. I didn't expect anything like this!

He did it! Paul did it!

Paul? Paul? Who's
Paul? What Paul?

Paul Perici. He works
for this newspaper.

When I told him what
Green was doing,

he said he would try to get
my ad next to his, and he did it!

'If you had bad results from plastic
surgery, please contact this number,

466-2495,

and please check your
physician's credentials.'

Right, that's terrific.

But why did you use our number?

Why didn't you use the
number on your boat?

- Because I'm here
most of the time!
- Ohh!

If nobody's stopping him
from hurting his patients

I'm going to see to it that
he has no patients to hurt.

I just don't want you
to get in any trouble.

Yeah?

Are you the person who
placed the ad in the paper?

Yes, I am. My first
response to the ad.

I don't want to hear it. It has
nothing to do with this department.

That's personal,
Quincy. That's personal!

Personal!

Can I help you?

I've had a very bad experience
with a Doctor Emile Green

a terrible experience. I'd
like to talk to you about it.

Oh yes, I would like to talk to
you. When could you come in?

No. No, you'll have
to come out here.

Sure. What's your address?

I'll be there in about half
an hour. What's your name?

Larkin. Dorrie Larkin.

Dorrie Larkin.

Dorrie Larkin? The actress?

Yes?

Oh, Miss Larkin? I'm Dr. Quincy.

- Oh, come on in.
- Thank you.

Believe me, Doctor, this is more
attractive than what's beneath it.

I'm sorry. Forgive
me for staring.

Oh, of course, I forgive you.

At least you didn't
pretend not to notice.

To tell you the
truth, I almost did.

Then maybe I don't
forgive you quite so quickly.

Would you care for
some coffee or tea?

No, thank you.

- A very pretty house.
- Thanks.

I see your fans
still write to you.

They write to her.

When did you have that done?

Nine weeks ago yesterday.

And uh, I still can't believe it,
it's just like a terrible nightmare.

I had some friends who
had it done, a face peel.

Of course, theirs
were successful.

It didn't frighten me at all.

Of course, they didn't
have Doctor Green.

Why did you go to him?

He wasn't the first I went
to. I went to three others

and they wouldn't even try it.

He was the fourth.

Do you know why the
others turned you down?

They all said the same
thing. I have the wrong skin.

Darker-skinned people
tend to be keloid formers.

That means they scar more
easily and more severely.

I scarred more easily.

Green should've
turned you down, too.

That's why I'm here,
that's why I ran the ad.

I need people like
you to come forward

so I can get the district attorney to
move on him, and shut him down.

I need as many cases as I
can get to prove criminal intent.

Now wait a minute.

- You said coming forward.
- Yes.

Well, your ad didn't say
anything about coming forward.

- But that's the only way...
- Oh, no! I'm not
going to show my face!

- Then why did you come to me?
- Well, because I
wanted to tell you about it.

Tell you, not...
not... not show you!

I'll... I'll sign anything you
want, too I'll have it notarized

but I'm not going to
make a public appearance.

But you have to appear so they
can tell the full extent of the damage.

They have to see it.

Doctor, for twenty
years I've been an image.

Somewhere in all that film, I've
lost me and became that image.

I loved it.

Because it was
better than the real me.

That's the way I want
people to know me.

That's the way I want
people to remember me.

That's all I have.

Not you, not anyone else is
going to take that away from me.

Lab. Fujiyama here.

Oh, Quince. How'd it go?

Did you get anything we can use?

No, not as much as I had hoped.

Any other responses to the ad?

Yeah. Here it is.

A guy named Walt Mitchell
called. You want his number?

No, I got it. All right,
Sam, thanks very much.

Bye-bye.

Walt, Quincy. What is it?

Something pretty big, I think.

A colleague and I were
talking about your ad.

When he found out it was Green you
were after, he told me about a case he saw.

A case where a woman died.

Well, is there anybody
we can talk to?

Yeah. Her mother.

We've got her coming over to
Baker's office in about an hour.

Okay, I'll meet you there.

Listen, you know
anything about the case?

Yeah.

I know that Green left a two-inch
open wound in the woman's abdomen.

What? All right,
I'll see you later.

Cissy was always a plump girl,

not like those skinny things you
see running around on television.

I guess she saw his name
in the ad he runs in the paper,

- and she went to see him.
- Doctor Green?

Yeah. But he ain't no
doctor. Not that animal.

He did the operation
in his office.

He didn't even take
her to the hospital.

A lipectomy?

Yeah, yeah, that's
what he called it.

He said it wasn't nothing, that
pulling the fat from her stomach

was just a routine operation.

He did it in his office that morning,
and I brought her home that afternoon.

He sent her home the same day?

A person should stay in the
hospital at least four or five days after

an operation like that!

We didn't know.

Cissy trusted him.
He was her doctor.

The worst part was that
horrible hole he left in her.

I swear I could see
right up into her insides.

He left part of
the incision open?

On purpose?

He said it would
let the wound drain.

But all it did was get infected.

We kept calling him to
do something about it,

but he wouldn't
ever return our calls.

The one time that we
did get through to him,

he just said to
pour alcohol on it.

Can you imagine that?

I poured alcohol on my baby...

Four days later, Cissy
died from septicemia.

Mrs. Rand, did you bring this
matter to the attention of an attorney?

Yes, sir, I did.

What'd he say?

Well, he asked me if I could prove
that the doctor never returned our calls.

I couldn't.

And then he asked if

I had any proof that he
said to pour alcohol on her,

and I couldn't do that either.

He said he didn't
think we could win

and that it'd cost
me a lot of money.

Mrs. Rand, did he by any chance suggest
that you go to the District Attorney?

No, sir, he didn't.

He said he'd take
the case if I wanted,

but he was so sure that we'd lose and
that I could lose everything that I had.

I just didn't do
anything more about it.

I didn't know that
I could come here.

Is there anything we can do?

We're certainly going to try.

Thank you very much
for coming to see us.

Yes, thank you very much.

Bye-bye. I'll see you later.

Well?

Well, what?

The lawyer was right.

What do you mean he was right?
Didn't you hear what she said?

Yeah, I heard what she said.

I heard that she can't
prove one of her accusations.

She can prove her
daughter is dead.

- It's really that
simple for you, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.

You have no understanding whatsoever
of my position in a case like this.

Any good defense
attorney worth half a damn

can tear her arguments
apart on a witness stand.

And I'd be out and on the
limb with the tree being cut off

and you'd be walking
out the door, right?

But you've gotta do something!
The guy's a murderer!

I'll get myself blown out
of court, that's what I'll do!

And my boss is going to scream
at me for being stupid enough

to bring it into court
in the first place.

Oh, will you stop worrying
about your job for a change!

- Take a shot at it!
- Aw, c'mon, you know
I want to get the guy!

You wanna get him?

Okay.

Suppose I hand you
one of Green's cases.

One involving a very
prominent personality

who could get millions of letters
sent to every politician in this state,

from the governor on down.

- Would you take a shot then?
- Millions of letters? Are you serious?

I never was more
serious in my life.

Would your boss react
to that kind of pressure?

Sure. I mean,

any public official has to
react to that kind of pressure.

Who you got?

Never mind. Would
you take a shot at it?

- Well...
- Oh, you're gonna
give me 'well'...

Well, I mean, all right!

Maybe we could come up with
assault with a deadly weapon charge.

Never mind the maybe.
Would you take the shot?

Could you really come through?

I promise you... if you need
that kind of pressure, you got it.

Okay, we'll go to court.

Those his lawyers?

Well, they're not his doctors.

- They look kinda expensive.
- They are.

The one in the black
suit is Harry Chase.

Harry Chase.

I've heard of him. He's
got quite a track record!

What's the matter?
You think I'm outclassed?

No, Clarence Darrow.

Will you all please rise.

This is a hearing to investigate
the claim and accusations

made by the district attorney's office
charging Doctor Emile Green, M.D.

of Emile Green's Clinic
of Beauty, Incorporated,

with four counts of mayhem and three
counts of assault with a deadly weapon.

This hearing is now in session. The
Honorable Sheldon Monroe presiding.

Please be seated.

Doctor Stone, you were
the attending physician

when Miss Cissy Rand was
finally admitted to the hospital?

Yes, sir.

Was she admitted by Doctor Green,
who was then her personal physician?

No. She was
admitted by her mother.

Admitted by her mother...

not by her doctor.

Would you describe for
us the events that occurred

immediately after
Cissy's admission?

There isn't that
much to describe.

Cissy was almost
dead when I saw her.

She had an open incision
in her lower abdomen,

which had festered and the infection
had spread throughout her body.

Did it look to you as if any treatment had
been received by Cissy for that infection?

She had not received
any treatment.

We did the best we
could, but two days later

she died of septicemia.

I've been practicing plastic surgery
exclusively for the past eight years.

I'm certified by the
Board of Plastic Surgeons.

To your knowledge, when
performing a lipectomy

the surgical
removal of fat tissue

is it ever advisable to leave
any portion of the incision open?

I wouldn't do it. No, sir.

Why not?

It's idiotic!

Your Honor, I don't find
that a proper response.

Neither do I.

Would you care to rephrase
your answer, Dr. Mitchell?

To leave a wound open like that,

would be like leaving a
gate open for every germ

and bacteria that comes along.

It just doesn't make
good medical sense.

It makes perfect sense.

Miss Rand experienced
a slight bleeding problem,

so I left the incision
open in order to pack it.

The only problem was that she didn't
return to my office when I asked her to.

When was that?

The next day. I asked her to
come in the following morning,

but she never showed up.

Oh, you say that even though
we heard testimony earlier by

Cissy's mother to the contrary?

Yes, sir, I do.

Look, I'm a doctor. I understand
the effect grief has on people.

Then your procedures aren't
unsound or your practices unsafe?

If they were, I wouldn't be in
business as long as I have been.

Poor Cissy got into trouble
because she didn't do what I told her.

I tried,

God how I tried, but I just
couldn't get her to do what I asked.

Did you perform a
lipectomy on Cissy Rand?

Yes, I did.

And did you ever recommend
that alcohol be used?

Look, I'm not a quack.

No matter what
these people here say.

I'd never, never
prescribe such a thing.

I'm here to help, and
that's what I do even though.

He's lying. He
did say to use it.

Look, I'm not a
member of the A.M.A.,

I don't pay their dues, I
don't use their hospitals

unless I absolutely have to
for the welfare of the patient.

Because of that, I can offer exactly
the same service for a far smaller price.

That rocks their boat,
and they don't like it.

And they'll do anything
they can to tear me down.

- We're in trouble.
- What do you mean?

I mean he's killing us.

You see the way the
judge is looking at him.

He thinks Green is
the real Marcus Welby.

Does that conclude all
arguments on the criminal counts?

Yes, your Honor.

I believe we've presented our
arguments clearly, your Honor.

Very well. Do either of you care
to make any motions at this time?

No motions, your Honor.

No, your Honor.

What do you mean 'no',
do something, will ya?

- There's nothing I can do.
- Well, at least try!

Your Honor, may I suggest that
you make a condition of the bail

an order preventing Doctor Green
from practicing until his time of trial?

You may suggest it,
Mr. Baker, but I'll deny it. No.

Don't give up!

- You heard what he said!
- Please! Try it!

Your Honor, may I then
suggest that you set the bail at...

No, Mr. Baker, you may not.

Any motions as to bail may be made
tomorrow, before I make my decision.

Yes, your Honor.

This hearing is in recess until
tomorrow at two o'clock in the afternoon.

I don't believe that guy!

The way he ate up
everything Green's lawyer said.

Well, what did you expect?

Did you think it would be easy
just because my office filed?

Welcome to the
real world, Quincy.

It is very tough to convict a
doctor of anything nowadays.

Now I don't know where those millions
of letters are that you talked about,

but they better
come in pretty soon.

Because, believe
me, we need 'em.

But why me?

You said he hurt a lot of other
people, why don't you go to one of them?

Because none of
them are Dorrie Larkin.

None of them have millions of fans
who would react to this kind of a plea.

The only way I could get
the district attorney to file

was to promise him that those
millions of fans would support him.

Why you told him that I would come
forward! After I told you I wouldn't?

I was sure when you knew what
was at stake you'd agree to help.

Well, you were wrong.

You want a press conference

you want cameras.

What do you want me to do,
display myself like some freak?

Look!

No!

Believe me, I understand why
you want to stay in the shadows,

but withdrawal
doesn't come cheap.

Especially when you know
there are a lot of people out there

you could be helping.

How could he not give
priority to this case?

That means it won't enter the
court for a year. That's crazy!

- It's insane!
- Quince,
will you please keep it cool.

Now the man doesn't
have to talk to us.

He's doing it as a favor to me.

And he certainly does
not have to explain himself.

All right, I'm cool. I'm cool.

Good. Keep it that
way nice and calm.

How many times do I
have to tell you I'm calm!

- Gentlemen.
- Your Honor.

Thank you for seeing
us, Your Honor.

It's a bit unusual but I see no reason
why I can't answer your questions.

Your Honor, why didn't
you issue that order?

Because I was powerless
to do so, Doctor. That's why.

You see, in this country we
presume innocence until guilt is proven.

Therefore, I cannot prevent an
innocent man from earning a living.

Earning a living?

He killed Cissy Rand, he
mutilated Sheila Conners,

you're worried whether
or not he can pay the rent?

That man is a menace!

Those things happened
over a year ago.

If he is found incompetent

and malicious in those
cases, then he was.

That does not mean he is now.

When he goes to trial,
he'll answer for them.

- Yeah, sure, in a year!
- Yes, in a year.

If you feel so strongly
about this man's guilt,

why don't you attack
him where he lives.

Go to the Board of
Medical Quality Assurance

and try to get his
license revoked.

- I've already been there.
- And?

They say it's gonna
take a year too.

Well, then, I'm sorry, gentlemen,
there's nothing more I can do.

So he'll continue to work his brand of
'medicine' on people for another year.

Can't you push the
trial date up a little bit?

At least we'll get him off
the streets a little faster.

Maybe you live in a
cave, Doctor. I don't know.

But the courts are
crammed right now

from the basement to
the rooftop with cases.

Cases that involve
real criminals.

Ohh, because he's a doctor,
he's not a real criminal?

Are you afraid to take him on?

Mr. Baker, after I'm gone,

explain to Doctor Quincy

just what a 'contempt'
sentence might mean.

Are you crazy?

Yeah, I'm crazy.

I'm crazy because I want to
get that monster off the streets.

What, are you
walking out the door?

That's terrific, Quince.

Just like I told you you'd do.

That's great. Everyone walks
and leaves me holding the bag.

You want to know who's crazy?

I'm crazy, that's who!

Because I was crazy enough
to take this lousy case into court

which my boss was
kind enough to inform me.

You want to know something else,

something really crazy.

I believed you.

When you gave me your
word about the public support.

You know, the millions of letters,
you remember anything about that?

Well, I'll tell you something
right now that isn't crazy.

We have had it.

There isn't a thing
left that we can do,

and Doctor Green,

he can do anything he wants.

I never saw anyone
so afraid to die.

- I didn't like it.
- You killed him?

Certainly.

But I called there.

A man went up and looked in
the apartment and he wasn't there.

I was there and the way I
left him, he couldn't walk away.

What's going on?

I don't know.

Where's Daley?

Restricting the
right to free trade?

Mr. Hatton is with the Sacramento
branch of the Federal Trade Commission.

I'm afraid I don't
understand, Mr. Hatton.

It's come to our attention, and to
the attention of those in Washington

that you're responsible for certain
ads currently running in a local paper.

That's right.

Ads that we find
restrictive to certain people's

right to free trade.

I don't believe what I'm hearing. I
didn't mention any names in those ads.

All I did was to tell people to
check their doctors' accreditation.

Is that restrictive
of free trade?

In our opinion, yes.

Green, huh?

Green put you up
to this, didn't he?

Doctor, it doesn't matter
who informed us of the ads,

who lodged the
complaint. What matters is

these ads have been found
to be detrimental to our society.

'Right to free trade.'

What about a person's right
to get quality medical care?

What about that right?

Here's a federal
injunction ordering you

to cease running
anymore ads of this nature.

If I were you, I'd obey it.

- Good day.
- Good day, Mr. Hatton.

I don't know what's
going on anymore.

I can't tell the good guys from
the bad guys without a program.

It's all falling apart.

He kills people,

he maims them and
he mutilates them.

He violates everything
that's decent,

and he can get the federal government
to issue an injunction against me

and nobody can touch him.

Well, it certainly
seems that way.

Listen, Quincy,

for three days you ran the ad.

Maybe in those three days you
prevented another Sheila Conners,

or Cissy Rand.

Yeah.

What about the next three days,

and the next,

and the next, and the next...

Get a spectrograph on these
right away, will you, Mark,

- and make sure
Quincy gets the results.
- Right.

- Sam...
- Huh?

Is he all right?

What can I tell you?

Quincy's not a man
who likes to feel helpless.

Thanks for asking.

The spectrographs you asked for
will be finished in a couple of hours.

Well, when it comes in you
can close the Reynold's case.

I don't think we'll
find any surprises.

I'll get it.

Hello.

- Doctor Quincy?
- Yep.

You wanted something dramatic

you're going to get
something dramatic.

Miss Larkin?

Watch the Eddie
Carlton Show tonight.

-Ten o'clock. Eddie
Carlton? The talk show?

Just watch it.

She's gonna do it, Sam.

I really think
she's going to do it!

Do what?

You'll see tonight.

Dorrie Larkin has always
been one of my favorites.

She's such a nice lady.

I never dreamed that she...

Excuse me, Quincy,
this is an obstacle course

and she is a
waitress, not a Marine.

Give me another drink, will ya.

When is she gonna come on?

Take it easy, Quince.
We're gonna see it.

Can't you get a better
picture than that?

Why don't you go to Harry's Bar.

He's got a big screen,
he sells popcorn.

This is very important!

Are we late?

No, c'mon, I want
you guys to watch.

Welcome to the Road West.

Ladies and gentlemen...

The guy's ready
to announce it...

Get your hands
off... c'mon, c'mon!

- Have I hurt you?
- We're going to
turn a bit more

serious than usual...

I've known Dorrie Larkin

many, many years.

Recently, Dorrie

dropped out of sight.

In a moment, we're
going to find out why.

Can we roll the film please.

Sorry about that.

May I?

They have your picture
up in Virginia City.

Why did you ask me here?

John Malan might
have killed him.

Malan?

How did you happen to make
friends with a man like that?

It was a long time ago.

It was companionship between us.

He's not fit to wipe your shoes.

Don't be too sure.

So just to break up a fight was

that the only reason
you asked me up here?

It was then.

Well, I guess we all remember
those wonderful moments,

and the lady who brought
us all so much enjoyment.

You know, ladies and gentlemen,

here on this show, we don't
usually do much serious stuff.

I mean, I do comedy,
that's my policy.

I don't like to fight crusades
or carry banners on your time.

That's not what we're here for.

But there are times, if you
live in the world community,

if you touch,

if you feel, if you hurt,

when you learn of
injustices that are so great

that you must come forward.
You must take a stand

and I think this
is just that time.

Please give a warm
welcome for my dear friend,

Dorrie Larkin.

Dorrie, I'm so glad to see you
again. How long has it been?

It's been two years, Eddie.

Two years, yeah.

You know, Dorrie,

seeing your film

makes me wish that I
could see some more.

I've made my last film.

Tell us why.

Go ahead, hon.

Take your time.

The most important day of my
life was when I sat in the audience

and viewed my
first starring picture.

For the first time I
felt loved and needed.

I didn't want that
day to ever end.

It lasted for over twenty years.

Then I noticed that

roles that I thought
I should be getting

were going to younger actresses

and finally they came to me
with parts of maiden aunts,

character and all
that sort of thing.

That day finally ended.

I couldn't accept it.

I wanted to stay young.

So I went to a plastic
surgeon, a reputable man.

I asked him for a face peel.

He turned me down.

He said I had the wrong kind
of skin for that kind of operation.

The risk was too great.

Of course, I didn't
want to believe him.

I went to a second
doctor and a third.

They said the same thing.

Then, one day I saw
an ad in the newspaper.

I went to the fourth doctor.

One who either didn't care

or didn't know the risk.

He said yes as long
as I paid in advance.

So he performed the operation
as he performed so many others

and he disfigured
me, as he's disfigured

and even killed so many others.

That man is still practicing
because no one will stop him.

I'm appealing to everyone
who ever loved Dorrie Larkin

please, call, send telegrams

to your officials and
politicians in this state.

I want you to help
to see that this man

never does to anyone
else what he did to me.

Remember his name,

Doctor Emile Green.

Hey, Quincy, get up!

Hey, Quincy!

Hey, Quincy. Hey,
Quincy, get up!

Good morning!

What are you guys, crazy?

It's six o'clock in
the morning here!

Here it's six-thirty. In
Chicago it is eight-thirty,

and in New York nine-thirty!

The phones have been
ringing off the hook!

Telegrams have started coming
in from all over the country.

We've been getting them. The
attorney general has been getting them.

The governor has
been getting them.

You guys kidding? Is
this some kind of a joke?

Hell, no! Everybody's
going crazy!

Four o'clock this morning
my boss calls me and tells me

the governor is
jumping all over him.

Quincy, he made the attorney general
promise to start the investigation today!

And it's not going
to take a year.

The way the heat is on, Green
will be lucky if it takes a month!

Oh, somebody gotta hear this.

- Who?
- A very brave lady.

Dorrie!

- Dorrie!
- Yeah?

Dorrie! You were magnificent!

I understand the phones
are ringing off the hook!

Telegrams are coming in. Even
the governor got into the act.

They're going to
re-evaluate the whole case.

Oh, gosh, I'm glad.

You know, last night
when I left the studio,

I could hardly get to my car.

People were trying to touch me
and they wanted my autograph.

And when I came home the phone
never stopped ringing all night.

Every... every leading
man I've ever worked with,

directors and producers

oh, everybody was telling
me they still loved me.

You're the one that put the
limitation on that love, they didn't.

Thank you for pushing
me to a new day.

Thank you.

Because of you, a lot of people
are going to be saved a lot of pain...

and I know it cost you.