Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 4, Episode 14 - Walk Softly Through the Night: Part 1 - full transcript

What's the matter with you kids?

You're killing yourselves!

Talk to me! Talk to me!

It's not real. The telephone
rings... There goes your life.

A young man is dead... You can't
tell me you don't need a program.

We can't help people if
they don't seek us out.

We've decided to forget that
the whole thing ever happened.

Including your son's death?

I suppose it was
hard for him to say,

"Hey, daddy, can I borrow
500 bucks to buy dope."

Why? It was a matter of
life and death, wasn't it?



The boy you sold
this to is dead.

As far as I'm concerned,
junkie kids are a dime a dozen.

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Help! Help!

Help!

Marty. Marty!

Where've you been?

Oh, my God!

Ted, talk to me! Talk to me.

Talk to me! Talk to me!

Oh, no!

Oh, my God!



No... No!

Emergency, Myerson speaking.

Call maintenance and get
these sprinklers turned off.

Find out who he is and
mark his paperwork D.O.A.

Good morning.

Hi, Paul, good morning.

How was your weekend?

I lost fifty bucks
playing poker...

Yeah. So, what else is new?

I had a date with
the most beautiful girl

in the world last
night on the boat.

Well, what happened?

She got sea sick, we
never even left the dock.

I figured that
sounds kind of quiet.

This is a police shooting,
huh. Thanks a lot.

It's quite complicated.
I'll be here all day.

For that you can
thank Herr Doctor Astin.

I had you down
for a routine O.D.

See you later.

Hello.

Hello, Doctor, this is Lisa
Veerling. I think we met once.

I'm associate producer
for the Uncle Buddy Show.

Oh, yeah. How are you?

Please hold the
line for Mr. Campbell.

Quincy?

Brock. How're you doing?

Ted is dead.

What?

My son... My son
is dead, Quincy.

He's...

He's dead and he's...

He's down there.

Where you are.

If you're looking for the
shooting victim, I took him inside.

No, Sam. I'm looking for a
youngster, college age. Campbell.

Drugs. He's over here.

I guess you knew him...

Yeah.

Mona... Monahan, now you're...
You're jumping to conclusions.

I... I haven't said a thing about
an inquest yet now, have I?

- Oh good morning,
Doctor Quincy.
- Donna...

Quincy's gonna do it. I told you

that he handles all of
our police shootings.

Monahan's going crazy.

Yes, I no listen,

can I interrupt for
just one minute?

You said the officer took
justifiable action, fine.

But don't ask me for an
opinion until after we, uh...

We do the autopsy.

That's right, yes, yes...

Oh, well. Who needs orders?

Absolutely. Oh, yeah. Right.

Imagination Mister First Mate...

That's the key to success!

Quincy, I hate to interrupt
your favorite television program,

but Monahan is going to
have a change of life over there

if you don't get cracking.

It's Brock Campbell.
He's a friend of mine.

His son was brought in
on a drug related death.

Oh, I'm sorry, it's terrible.

My niece watches, uh, his
show. Isn't he, uh, Uncle Billy?

Uncle Buddy.

Somebody dumped his son
on the lawn at County General.

He's really destroyed. He
wants me to do the autopsy.

Now wait a minute.
You have other priorities.

Besides, you told him we had
rules about personal involvement.

I told him I'd do it.

Well, then, you're
not here to ask

my permission,
you're here to tell me.

Quincy, I cannot call
Monahan back and go through...

I'll call Monahan back.

Thank you.

Multiple ecchymosis on his trunk

and extremities.

On the head.

Slight cyanosis of the nailbeds
of both fingers and toes.

No indication of any
scars or needle tracks

on either arm.

I told you that's up to
the production office.

That's their decision, not mine.

If you want to argue with
somebody, argue with them, okay.

I'll call you right back.

Tommy, it's
okay. It's all right.

- This is Doctor Quincy.
- Hello.

- Thank you for coming.
- Thank you.

It's like trying to get
into the Pentagon.

Worse. Particularly
when he's taping.

Boys, will you give us a break
and hold the work, please?

Come on, you guys,
give him a break.

Give us five minutes so
we can get a rehearsal.

Thank you.

I called his house.

This is the last place
I expected to find him.

Do you want to know
what kind of man he is?

He hasn't told a
single person yet.

Not one member of the crew.

You see, we have to work today
because of an impossible deadline.

And he didn't want to burden
anybody else with his pain.

I don't believe this!
You gotta be kidding!

What idiot okayed those shoes?

The director did.

It's in the script.
It's part of the gag.

Somebody get him
another pair of shoes.

Please, get him
another pair of shoes.

These things against that
green are gonna go mud!

I don't think so.

Let me check it out
and I'll show it to you

on the monitor.
I'll be right back.

Lisa! Lisa, are you
still on this payroll?

Right here, Brock.

Thanks for coming.

I'm so sorry, Brock.

It's not real.

You go to sleep one night...

The telephone rings.
There goes your life.

Is there anything I
can do. Anything?

Yes. One thing.

I know it didn't
happen like they said.

Brock, Ted died
from a lethal seizure.

My guess is that
he took a bad fall

and then he fractured his ribs.

Now the seizure caused a
muscle to constrict with such force

that the rib was driven
backward into his lung.

I knew it wasn't drugs!

I told you the
hospital was wrong.

Mr. Campbell? Take
a look at your monitor.

Excuse me.

Perfect. Just what I
said. It's not blue, it's mud.

Forget it, we'll cut the day.

Lisa, find our guest a
nice comfortable chair.

You haven't heard
it all. There's more.

More?

It's not going to be easy, but
you've got to face it sooner or later.

Ted's death was
related to drugs.

You just said he...

I said he died from a seizure,

but they don't
come from nowhere.

They come when you're
addicted and you suddenly stop

or your source is cut off.

Addicted?

Yes.

We tested his
blood and his liver.

He was taking an awful
lot of methaqualone.

About twenty or
thirty tablets a day.

Ted wasn't even
addicted to soda pop!

What are you trying to tell me?

I'm his father! Don't you
think I would've known?

Sometimes parents don't
see or they don't want to see.

He came home
almost every weekend.

We were close. We had
a beautiful relationship.

You're not gonna ruin that.

Okay, genius, come on. Let's
go! We've got a show to make!

I'm not through yet.

Oh, yes, you are.
Forget I ever called you.

You asked me to do
something this morning

that was personally
very painful.

But I thought I knew
what you were going

through and I
wanted to help you.

I'm here now

because I want to
face this thing with you.

Find some answers to
some of these questions.

I mean, the amount
of methaqualone

your son was
taking was incredible,

literally hundreds and
hundreds and hundreds of pills.

Now, Brock, whether you
believe it or not, it's true.

Now with you or without you,

I'm going to find out
where he got them and why.

I'd like it to be with you.

Okay, come on, let's pick it up

from where I'm milking the cow and
this idiot comes in with his stupid shoes.

He's very busy.

He's got a show to do.

Lisa?

Come in.

Is this Ted Campbell's room?

Not anymore.

I'm Doctor Quincy from
the Coroner's office.

What did he die
from? An overdose?

He died because he was
addicted to methaqualone.

Somebody dumped his body on
the lawn of County General last night.

Was that you?

I was out on a date last night.

With his girlfriend,
as a matter of fact.

Well, it really wasn't a date

because all we did was talk
about Ted and Ted's problems.

You didn't like him, did you?

Suppose you had to look at
this thing for a whole semester.

What I can't understand is this:

with the amount that he took,

how could he go to class? I mean,
how could he walk around campus?

He walked pretty
good most of the time.

His teachers didn't notice?

I couldn't tell you.

Okay.

Where did he keep his stuff?

Uh, he kept his
stuff in the closet.

I put it in that box over there.

There's nothing there. If you
want to look through it, go ahead.

Did he ever reveal
to you his source?

No. Never.

All right, son.

Whether you liked
him or not, he's dead.

At nineteen years of age.

I can't help you, mister.

I'm straight. I don't touch
drugs and I never have.

So to him I was square.
We had nothing in common.

We lived here because we
were assigned to the same room,

but we never really talked.

Now look, he wasn't a bad
guy, and I'm sorry he's dead.

But I don't know where he kept
his drugs and I don't really care.

Does anybody?

What?

Care?

- Marty Herrera?
- Yes.

I'm Doctor Quincy. I'm from the
coroner's office. I'd like to talk to you.

Sure, come on in.

Look, I've only got
a couple of minutes.

I've got to make it over
to the Phi Gamma house.

I wait tables over there.

This won't take long.

Somebody told me you
wanted to be a doctor.

Yeah, if I ever get through.

I guess every doctor felt like
that at one time or another.

Too bad we can't make it easier.

Yeah, well, show me something
easy, I'll show you something dull.

Are you here because
of Ted Campbell?

That's right.

Who sent you? Student Health?

No. A kid upstairs.
Ted's roommate.

Well, uh, forgive my paranoia.

It's just that certain
individuals around here

don't really seem
to dig my scene.

They're afraid you're
minding their business?

I think it's more of a case
they don't want to believe

there's any business
to be minded.

They're afraid of
losing the tuition?

Yeah. Aside from a few
scholarships like my own,

it's strictly cash
on the barrel head.

You mention drugs, you might
as well mention the plague.

I mean they're not
going to admit a student

who takes three aspirin tablets

let alone some kind of dope.

Ted's roommate said
you were trying to help him.

He knocked on the door.

I'll help anybody who
knocks on my door.

Most pre-med's

aren't qualified to do that.

Most pre-med's didn't
grow up in the barrio.

And you're the one that took him

to the hospital
last night, right?

- Who said that?
- Just asking.

Hey, I haven't seen
Ted since last Thursday.

I've been here all weekend
studying for a chemistry exam.

You don't believe me ask
the desk, man, ask the chair.

I don't feel in a
very funny mood.

Neither do I. And
I'm late for my job.

And you're definitely
not the one?

Look, if you don't want to
believe me, what more can I say?

Look,

I haven't seen
Ted in eight years

but I know his father very well.

And I'm not gonna sleep until I
find out why nobody stopped him

from taking over thirty
methaqualone tablets every day.

He wasn't easy
to deal with, man.

Why didn't he go
to Student Health?

Nobody goes to Student Health.

Where did he get all those pills?
Somebody around here pushing?

Who needs a pusher for ludes?

When you can get a legal
prescription with no sweat at all?

He was going to a doctor? Who?

Look, those sorority girls
like to get their soup on time.

I mean, I'm telling
you the truth.

If I keep talking to you, I'm gonna
lose my job. Now do you mind?

Okay.

I want to tell you
something, son.

I'm just starting.

You remember that.

I'm just starting.

My secretary said
you're the physician

who attended the
Campbell youngster?

I'm afraid she didn't get it
quite right, I did the autopsy.

Oh, I see.

Well, I only wish you'd
come to us for help.

When I heard what happened,
I pulled the file and checked.

There was no record at all.

Do you have any special
place he could've gone?

Do you have a drug
program of any kind?

There's no need for it.

A young man is dead. You can't
tell me you don't need a program.

One student out of
almost five thousand?

I hardly think that that's...

Are you trying to say
nobody else around

here uses controlled
substances of any kind?

I'm trying to say,
if you'll let me,

that we don't have enough of a
problem to warrant a special program.

I'm also trying to tell you

that any student who needs help

can get it day or night
at the Health Center.

The Campbell boy didn't come.

I'm sorry for him and
I'm sorry for his parents,

but the failure wasn't ours.

Maybe he couldn't identify
with what you have to offer.

Doctor, I won't even
comment on that.

Oh, I didn't mean to criticize.

I just meant if there
was a peer counseling,

group, kids his own age,
well, he might have gone.

Oh, you've been talking to
Marty Herrera, haven't you?

Yes, I have.

But even if I hadn't, I'd be
asking the same questions.

Because I know students
trust other students

more than they do members
of the administration.

They have tried advocate
programs at different schools

throughout the country,
and they're doing very well.

I don't like advocate programs

and I don't like students
like Marty Herrera

running around pretending they
know more than trained professionals

It's dangerous, and be assured
we're watching him very closely.

Too bad nobody was
watching Ted Campbell.

We can't help people if
they don't seek us out.

Even if they're stumbling around
the campus perpetually high?

That boy was taking over 9,000
milligrams of methaqualone a day.

Over thirty tablets! Not one
teacher noticed it, or identified it.

Maybe there should be a
training program for the faculty.

Thank you very much for
your candid observations,

I'll pass them along
to Dean Haggerty.

I bet you will.

Guard him from all harm

and on that great day of
resurrection and reward,

raise him up with
all your saints,

pardon his sins

and give him eternal
life in your kingdom.

We must cherish the love
that was Ted Campbell

and we must move onward.

And we must give solace
to Ted's father, Brock,

who anguishes.

A man who gave so much
to the children of others,

when now his own
child is taken from him.

Theodore Campbell,

may you have peace.

Amen.

Excuse me.

You're the coroner, right?

I'm Doctor Quincy.

I'm Sandra Kiffin.

Ted and I were gonna be married.

I'm sorry.

Yeah, I'm sorry, too.

Everybody's sorry,
but that is not enough.

You all right?

Are you gonna shine
me on or do you want

to know the truth
about all this?

All right, first you gotta
get somebody arrested.

Right now. Can you do that?

Arrested? Who?

Somebody who wasn't here.

Somebody who didn't even
have the guts to show up.

Who?

That creep Marty Herrera.

He's the reason
that Ted is dead.

But I heard just the opposite.
I heard he tried to help Ted.

Yeah, he helped him along with
his habit, thank you very much.

Helped himself to every
cent he could get his hands on.

All Ted did was
smoke a little grass

before he met that
wetback pusher.

Can you do something?
Have him arrested?

I'm afraid that's a
little out of my field.

May I make a suggestion, though?

You need help.

Don't you put that on me.

I told you the truth
and if you can't hack it,

then that's your problem.
But don't you put that on me!

Come in.

Your friendly caterer. I
brought you some coffee.

Hey, thanks. I can use some.

I've been walking
around here studying,

but my brain went to
sleep two hours ago.

No cream, no sugar.

It's healthier this way.

So, I drink it decaffeinated.

Sit down.

Listen, I missed you
yesterday at Ted's funeral.

Funerals aren't my thing.
I've been to too many.

I met a girl there,
Sandra Kiffin.

You just spoiled my lunch.

Was she really engaged to Ted?

They had an ongoing thing.

When Ted decided
to come off dope,

he tried to drop her
and she didn't like that.

I think her old
man is some kind of

a big wheel in the
dry cleaning business.

So all of a sudden, Doug
Hummel's got the hots for her now.

Ted's roommate?

Yeah, of course, who could blame
him, right? She's a great looking lady.

I gotta tell you she was
stoned out of her mind.

She's a big lude freak.

That's how Ted got started.

He was your typical every day
pot smoker until he met Sandra.

Isn't that funny.

You say she's
responsible for Ted.

And she says you're
responsible for him.

I ruined her party, you know.

Ted wanted to get
straight and I said I'd help.

I'm beginning to think
this coffee isn't free.

Hot Line. Marty, speaking.

Anita! Not again, baby.

How many did you take?

Donde estas? La Casa.

I got an O.D.

There's a phone in
the hall. Will you call

an ambulance to
get there right away?

Sigue hablando,
baby, es importante.

Mom, it wasn't my fault.

Some guy cut in front of me
and jammed on his brakes.

- I couldn't do anything.
- Emergency.

What do you think I've got, man?

Operator, this is a
medical emergency.

I need a paramedic team.

I want you to send them to 4417
Creemore Place, Apartment 226.

Anita!

Anita!

Anita.

This is bad, man.
She's not breathing.

It's shallow, but
she's breathing.

Where the hell is
that ambulance?

Come on, Anita honey, come on.

- She say what she took?
- No. With her,
it could be anything.

She's been into everything.

Come on, baby, come on.

It looks like a
sedative of some kind.

She's way down. I
can barely get a pulse.

What's the closest
emergency room?

I think it's Ridgeway. But I
want her at County General.

That'll take extra time.

Half the emergency
rooms in this town

don't know the first thing
about handling an O.D.

At least at County they've
got some experience.

Hey, she's in here. Come on.

Come on.

What've we got?

Drugs. Probably barbiturates.

Hey, don't waste time, man. He's
a doctor. He's already checked her.

Get an airway in her
and an I.V. of D5W.

Do it in the ambulance.

Where do you want to take her?

County.

I asked the doctor.

- County and fast.
- You got it.

Methaqualone.

If you get there before us,
make sure you tell them that.

All right, get me an
endotracheal tube fast.

Let's get set up for a lavage.
Marty, how many she got in her?

I dunno. When I talked to her,
she didn't know her own name.

All right, let's get a
respirator down here

and get her blood
down to toxicology fast!

She's really down.

Sorry, Doctor, hands off.

If anything goes wrong,
and someone finds

out you're not a
member of the staff here,

the hospital's in
for a big law suit.

Hey!

Hey, little lady?

Come on, wake up, wake up!

Lousy methaqualone.
Oughta be against the law.

She could have 50 or 60 in her.

She probably keeps
that much around.

All other signs
are normal, Doctor.

Ten milligrams of
mephenteramine.

Hey, let's bypass the stimulants.
They're not going to help.

- Just support her.
- Marty's right, Fran.

He's seen a lot more
of these than we have.

She's such a
pretty little thing.

What the hell did
she do this for?

What's anybody do it for?
She's miserable. She can't cope.

Can you?

At least I don't
take this stuff.

What about sleeping
pills? Or diet pills?

Or something to give you a little
zip on these eighteen-hour shifts?

Personally, I jog.

That's right, Peter. I forgot
what a weird guy you are.

Weren't you giving me a
speech last time about how we live

in a culture that's got
pills coming out of its ears?

It wasn't me, man. We're gonna
wait all day for the respirator?

He's probably the only guy I
know who can stand to be uptight

without opening up
some kind of a bottle.

The funny part is
when the prescription

junkie starts criticizing
the street junkie.

That really knocks
me out, you know.

You oughta be up
on a soap box, Marty.

You're really a one-man show.

- Como estas?
- Que paso?

- No sabes?
- No. Que paso?

No hay problema.
Todo va a estar bien.

Voy a verte tan
pronto como salgas.

Pero no me dejes sola.

No me dejes.

Can you spare
another fifteen minutes?

Feel like talking?

Yeah.

Let's go.

That's where I grew up, man.

Your family still there?

My mother lived there until
she died. That was last year.

Actually, it was about
two years ago now.

My father split when
I was in fourth grade.

I've got a couple of
brothers living nearby.

They're married,
raising their families.

We're real tight.

Friends of yours?

Yeah, don't worry, Doc.
You'll be safe, I promise.

Ey, orale, orale.

Ey batos, where are you, man.

How you doing, man?

See, man. Mira! Mira!

How you doing, man?

I don't know. I'm out here.

- Hey, what's wrong
with you, man?
- Hey, come on.

Let's see the
whites of your eyes.

Oh, come on. I'm clean, man.

- Ask them.
- Yeah?

- Yeah? He's clean?
- He's clean.

Ever since that time
he promised you.

Yeah?

- Sure.
- He's clean.

Yeah, but if you
ever need anything,

Rick knows where to get it, huh?

Hey, man, I don't
need no connection.

I've been on permanent natural
eyes since I went to school,

it's called no sleep.

Hey, stay clean.

If we get any
cleaner, we'll squeak.

- I'm listening, man.
- Yeah.

Orale, batos.

How long have you
guys been friends?

All my life, man. Forever.

Can I give you a little advice?

Why not? I've ruined
your whole afternoon.

Be careful.

There are people
at the university

who don't like
what you're doing.

Helen Kirschner?

She'd like to kick
my butt right back

down here where
she thinks I belong.

Don't take her lightly. She
probably has enough clout to do it.

Yeah, you're right,
she probably does,

but I can't let her
stop me, man.

No way.

What was in there?

The kids call them ludes,
or sopers, or parrots.

They think they
stimulate sexual desire.

They're no more effective
than a glass of wine.

They were first
manufactured in India,

where a lot of people
died from overdoses.

Then England, a lot
more deaths occurred.

Here in America, we seem to
be making them by the carload.

It's just one of many sedatives
that are interchangeable.

The generic name, methaqualone.

I, uh,

I found them this
morning, upstairs,

when I was going
through Ted's things.

Quincy, I was so sure...

But listen, you said he
took thirty of these a day?

They build up a tolerance.
The amounts are staggering.

I didn't know.

I swear to you, I didn't know.

But he's been walking around
for months perpetually stoned.

I don't have any
perspective on any of this.

I haven't got a clue
where he got that stuff.

This isn't going to help you.

The name of the
doctor is scratched off.

How could a doctor,

any decent person,

allow that poison into
the hands of children?

It's a crime!

I don't... I don't care if he says he
wasn't sure how they were going to use it.

It's criminal negligence!

I couldn't agree with you more.

Quincy,

I want us to do what you said.

I want us to find
him. I'm serious.

When that man takes his
conscience to bed with him tonight,

I want him to know that he helped
murder a nineteen-year-old boy.

Whoa!

Wait, hey, I put your
stuff together, right?

Right, everything's
gonna be just fine.

Hey, man, ain't none
of you gettin' away

from the Dynamite
Kid, you hear that?

Ain't none of ya'll gonna get
away from the Dynamite Kid.

I just get right back.

Can I help you, gentlemen?

Doctor Quincy. I'm
with the Coroner's Office.

Did you fill this?

I guess that's
my label all right.

Can you tell me the name of the
doctor that wrote that prescription?

Somebody scratched it off.

That's right.

Well, uh...

I don't know, that's uh...
That's privileged information.

The name of a doctor?

We've got all kinds of
regulations about things like that.

What kind of regulations?

Well, the State and Federal...

Who do you think you're
talking to? Little Bo Peep?

Look,

why don't you gentlemen just turn
around and go straight out that door.

Because when we
came straight in that door,

we were almost knocked flat
by a minor who was so stoned

he didn't know what
planet he was on.

Now as soon as I
get to a telephone,

I'm gonna call the
Pharmacy Board.

Why don't you get
smart. Start cooperating.

His name is Colella.

Drive south and
turn right on Kingsley.

I guarantee you won't miss it.

Before we go, I just
want you to know

the boy you sold
this to is dead.

Don't try to lay any
guilt trips on me.

As far as I'm concerned,
junkie kids are a dime a dozen.

You...

Take your hands off him.

Oh, my God,

I don't believe it.

Hey, quiet down. Quiet down!

Hey!

Anything particular, boys?

We want to see the doctor.

You and the rest of the
needy people in the world.

I'm with the Coroner's
Office. This is official business.

That's fine with me.

Just as long as you take your
rightful place at the end of the line.

You gonna stop with the cutes?
Or do I have to call a squad car?

You know what could
happen if you did that?

We'd have ourselves
a full-scale riot.

Doctor Colella.

Take your hands off of me.

Hey, I just don't want
to see you get torn apart.

See what I mean?
They're animals.

He's right. Let's go.

Let's do it legal.
Come on, please.

Get yourselves a lawyer.

Then he can stand in line, too.

Out. Get out!

I mean, what is the use?

I don't even know what, what...

What are we paying taxes for?

When all we get from you
people is a punch of dialog

about how helpless you are.

I didn't say we were helpless.

I said it would be
extremely difficult.

Why? He is openly
breaking the law!

It's like a taco
stand down there!

All those kids waiting to get
served! And he's going to hurt them!

I suppose you'd
sit back and tell us

you can't prosecute a murderer?

When a hundred people saw him
shoot somebody right in broad daylight?

You don't think I'd like to put him
in jail? And throw away the key?

I'd like to prosecute every
one of those quacks downtown,

and nail them to
a row of crosses

on the corner of Fifth and Main.

Then why don't you?
Instead of making excuses?

Because the system is a mess!

It's a muck pond where all the
advantages go to the sharks.

I'll give you an example.

I had three in court
myself. And all three got off

and went right back out there
and started writing prescriptions.

Let me show you something.

You don't think I
know what's going on?

I took this with my own camera.

And tried to enter
it into evidence.

But one of our more
enlightened judges

ruled that it was inadmissible.

Why?

Because most of them don't like

to try doctors on
felony charges.

It makes them uncomfortable.

You see, our society
teaches us that doctors

should be put on
some golden pedestal

and held in high esteem.
No matter what they've done.

Add to that the fact that it's
virtually impossible to get a doctor

to testify against a member
of his own profession and...

Well, you begin to get a small
picture of what it's all about.

I would testify against the man
I saw today in two minutes flat.

Thank you, Doctor.

That's the best news
I've heard in a long time.

But unfortunately,
the defense attorney

would point out that
you are a pathologist.

And you don't know diddly
about prescribing drugs

for the living and the
breathing patients.

That's ridiculous.

Yes, it's ridiculous.

But a jury would believe it.

And his testimony wouldn't have

a dime's worth
of validity in court.

What about the Board of
Medical Quality Assurance?

Now you're talking about the
people that should handle this case.

They could pull somebody's
license in a matter of weeks.

But let's face it,

the Board is comprised mainly of
doctors and other health professionals.

And, when it
comes to disciplining

members of their own profession,

they're a little pathetic.

Take Doctor Colella,
he went before the Board.

And they let him off with
a little slap on the wrists.

And made him promise
not to prescribe drugs

outside the legal
bounds of medicine.

How's that for style?

All right, Jim, let's cut through the
baloney. Can you shut him down?

We're working on it.

How long will it take?

A year, maybe two.

Maybe never.

Yes, Joan?

Yeah, he's here.
Okay, wait, hold on.

It's for you, Doctor
Quincy. You're wanted.

- Yeah.
- Yeah, Monahan here.

Listen, we just picked
up a kid for questioning.

Somebody said that he
dropped a dead body off

on the lawn of the County
General Sunday night.

Who is it?

Well, he's a Mexican
kid. He's name's Hererra.

But he says he won't do any
talking until he speaks to you.

I don't know what's keeping
him. Maybe he hit a lot of traffic.

We were about to send
out a search party for you.

- The girl who
just left here...
- Yeah?

Is she the one that
told you Marty dumped

Ted's body on the hospital lawn,

is that it?

That's it.

When I did the autopsy there was

absolutely nothing
questionable about it.

The boy died as
a result of drugs.

Wait a minute. Did I say that
there was anything questionable?

Then what are you holding
Herrera for? What are the charges?

Well, the Campbell kid
died as a result of drugs.

There's a echo in this
place. Didn't I just say that?

How does that involve Marty?

Look, Quincy, the
woman said she saw

Herrera carry the boy
out of the dormitory

and then drive away in the
general direction of the hospital.

Now I checked.

And there happened to be a
police report on the incident.

So I followed through.

Was she stoned
when she told you that?

Quincy, why are you so hot?

Because she was stoned at
Ted's funeral. I talked to her.

Marty is the enemy. She
hates him with, a passion.

Because he tried
to get Ted off drugs.

She doesn't want him off drugs.

Look, Quincy, I know
less about this than you do.

It wasn't even a homicide.

Now some girl comes
up with some crazy story.

I don't even know her. I don't even
now how she got in the building.

As far as I'm concerned,

you can take Herrera home.
You've got him with my blessings.

Let me tell you something,

if anything else
happens, I'm going

to hold you
personally responsible.

Good to see you, Doc.

I wasn't sure you
were gonna make it.

Is there some place
we can talk alone?

Why? You got something to hide?

What's that supposed to mean?

It means I'm just a
little angry. I thought

I knew where you
were coming from.

So what are you saying to me?

I'm saying you lied to me.

When I first met you, you said
you hadn't seen Ted for three days.

Well, who were you?

Some guy with a badge
who knocks on my door!

What was I supposed to do,

look into your big blue eyes and
know right away you're my friend?

Well, you make a
decision pretty fast, Marty.

Either you trust
me or you don't.

Lieutenant,

is there any way you
could give us a little privacy?

Oh yeah, sure, Quincy.

It's only my office.
Only where I work,

but go ahead make
yourself comfortable.

I only hope you realize what
you're letting yourself in for.

So Ted was alive when
I took him to the hospital.

It wasn't until I got there
and opened the door

that I realized he was dead.

Why'd you leave him on the lawn?

Were you afraid of the
Student Health people?

Dr. Kirschner?

Exactly. That's all she would've
needed to nail me to the wall.

Okay, I understand that.

Now I want you to tell me
everything about Ted that you know,

I mean the whole truth.

All right.

When he came to me he
was popping thirty ludes a day.

He had O.D. written all over
him. He was begging for it.

I told him he needed
help, professional help,

but he wasn't having none of it,

he didn't want any bad
publicity for his father.

That's why he didn't go?

Yeah, no newspapers.

That's not to say
he liked his old man.

Because he didn't,
he hated his guts.

So he wanted you
to take him down?

Yeah.

Only trouble was I could only
get enough for about a week.

I was taking him
down ten percent a day.

That comes to 160 hits
or something, I dunno.

He was trying through,
he was really trying.

When he came
he was doing thirty.

By the time I ran out,
he was down to fifteen.

When was that? The
Thursday before he died?

Yeah, my connection
cut me off cold.

He said I was in for too
much money already.

Doctor Colella?

Yeah. Yeah.

What'd you do?

I told him to sit tight.

I went out and started
beating the bushes.

Saturday night, I connected
in my old neighborhood.

I came back and Ted was gone.

Which, of course, I
should have expected.

I mean, if you're hurting
as bad as he was,

you got to get straightened now.

I looked for him. I looked...

I looked everywhere.

All Saturday night,
Sunday. Nothing.

Sunday night he comes

crawling up to my door
on his hands and knees.

He was half dead
already from withdrawal.

I scooped him up,
got him in the car

and got to the hospital
as fast as I could.

Look, he was good
people. He was a terrific guy.

If you'd have known
him, you'd have liked him.

I know you would have.

I mean, if I could have
done something for him,

if I could have done anything
for him, anything at all.

I would have done it. I never
would have left him there.

I swear. I would have
stayed with him. I swear.

Okay, pull back camera
two and action, Brock.

You don't look like the
scarecrow I saw here yesterday.

Oh, it's me, Tommy.

But I have my coat on

because winter's coming and I'll
be standing out here in the snow.

Hey, you're not the
scarecrow! You're Uncle Buddy!

Mom said you went away.

Oh, please don't
ever leave us again.

I won't, Tommy.

I promise.

Because, we love
you, Uncle Buddy.

Because of
everything you've done.

All right, stop tape.
Let's do it again.

Let's keep it quiet.

Okay, everybody, let's get
the cameras to the first position.

We'll take it from the top.

Hey, look who it
is! It's Uncle Buddy!

What's the matter, Unc?

You need a fix?

Get outta my way!

Clowns go to the
end of the line.

I'm gonna see that
murderer in there!

You better not blow
your cool, Mr. Clown!

Be careful!

You're gonna have a heart
attack right in front of your fans.

Smile, Uncle Buddy,
you're on Candid Camera!

Go back to the circus!

No, wait a minute.

What's the matter with you kids?

You're killing yourselves!
Why don't you wake up?

No, no, wait, wait. Listen,
please. Please, listen.

I have a right to tell you this

because my son died!

He was the only child I had.

And he died from drugs that
murderer sold him in there!

He was nineteen years old!

He never even
had a chance to live

and know what
life was all about!

Please, please, I'm begging you,

don't make the same mistake!

Don't waste your
beautiful young lives!

Go to your parents.

Go to your parents
and let them help you!

Trust them! Make them
understand if they don't understand.

But, don't give your money
to that murderer in there!

He's getting rich over
your blood! Over your pain!

He's siphoning your
misery into his pockets,

and he doesn't even
care if you live or die!

Oh, please, don't go in there.

Oh, please, don't go in there.

Here are some scenes
from the exciting conclusion

of Walk softly Though the Night.

Hey, it's all right.

What about the
gun? The .22 revolver.

I saw Marty hand Ted a bottle of
pills, and Ted gave him some money.

Where did you go
after you walked out

of the writers' meeting
yesterday afternoon?

Look, Quincy, don't
come around here

anymore and play
private eye with me.

I'm sick and tired of it.

There's the pusher,
Marty Herrera!

That's a lie! Damned
it! That's a flat out lie!

To help somebody like Anita I
would have gone to the devil himself.