Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 4, Episode 19 - Promises to Keep - full transcript

I want the anthropologists
to come in, check it out,

see what else we
can discover. Okay?

How about discovering me?

I want more of a commitment.

You mean marriage?

Well don't make such a
face when you say that!

This is a proposal?

What are you going to do now?

I think I'm going to
walk the last mile.

Let's not start something
we're not going to finish, okay?

You're going to make me cry.



Now you can cry.

Gentlemen, you are about to enter the
most fascinating sphere of police work.

The world of forensic medicine.

Well, I can't believe
that we have some time

to sit down and relax.

- It's only 4.30.
- Yup.

And we finished
our workload too.

Even the Brandywine case.

And we sent Monahan

the fragmented bullet
from the sniper case.

Yeah.

May I speak to Lynne
Montgomery, please. Doctor Quincy.

Lynne, is this
going to be all right?

I mean, the neckline
is a little unusual.



Oh, I think it's stunning.

That's the look you
want, Mrs. Thatcher.

Trust me, I've
never let you down.

Lynne, a Doctor Quincy on...

- Quince?
- Mm hm.

Just a moment.
I'll be right back.

You're not gonna
cancel our date again.

No, pessimist.
Just the opposite.

I'm finished. I thought
I'd pick you up early.

Hey, don't you tease
me. It's been a tough day.

I'm not toying.
We're really through.

Why don't you
change at the office.

I'll pick you up
a little after six.

Are you sure this
is Doctor Quincy,

the medical examiner who's
the chronic date stander-upper?

The reformed date stander-upper.

All right. I'll be waiting.

Okay, I'll see ya later.

Uh oh.

Listen, if he doesn't notice
us, maybe he'll pass us right by.

He noticed, he noticed.

- Hi.
- Hi.

Well, my two best men are
having a little coffee break.

Well, that's terrific.
You both deserve it.

Mind if I join
you? I'm just beat.

Do you get the feeling
that we're being handled?

- Greased?
- Yeah, with chicken fat.

Ah come on, you two. You
know I wouldn't come in here

unless I needed
some peace and quiet.

I'm having a terrible time
trying to determine a policy

regarding Glen Frank's cases.

You know I admire
that guy, Frank.

Passing himself off
as a medical examiner

and getting away with it.

Well, he was as competent
as anyone else here,

present company excluded,

and he never finished
his medical training.

You know, this is
good coffee, Quincy.

Well, I had to
bring it from home.

I didn't get it on your budget.

Well, at least that's
all behind us, Sam,

now that Glen Frank
has disappeared.

He's probably posing as
an ambassador or a bishop.

Of course, a fraudulent examiner
leaves us in quite a mess.

We'll have to
re-autopsy all his cases.

All his cases? That'll
take weeks and weeks.

I know. I know. It's
gonna put us so far behind.

What can we do?

All right, I'll get
on it tomorrow.

Tomorrow?

Yeah.

Well, I mean it's nice you're
having a little coffee break.

But since when do we put
in half days around here?

That's a half a day?

Quincy, I mean you could
just work on it for an hour.

I don't see you rushing
into your greens to help us.

I would like to
help you very much.

My wife has had tickets for
this darn musical for two months.

You know what wives are like.

Well, I feel a lot better.

Thanks for the coffee.

He didn't even put
anything in the coffee kitty.

Let's see what we got here.

Mrs. June Delamin,
fifty-five years old,

signed out as
cerebral-vascular accident.

Look at the address.
Holmby Hills.

Must've been a wealthy woman.

Even rich people die, Sam.

Well, let's see if our imposter
knew what he was talking about.

None of this fits, Sam.

I can't detect any
pathology in her brain.

I mean, if Frank was
right, I should be able

to see staining from hemorrhage,
a blood clot, something.

Maybe the micros will show
something that caused her death.

I doubt it.

No, Frank was wrong.

She didn't die from a
cerebral-vascular problem.

We're gonna have to
go into the body cavity.

Okay. Aren't you supposed
to pick up Lynne soon?

Ah, there's plenty of time.

I just want to check the
organs, take some samples.

Be twenty minutes.

I've checked every
organ in detail, Sam.

I don't have a clue
as to how she died.

Here, rush a tox screen
on these samples.

Maybe they'll tell us something.

Okay.

Look at the condition
of her body, the organs.

Does that look like a fifty-five
year old woman to you?

What about the effects
of decomposition?

She died a year ago.

Yeah, but decomposition
wouldn't have any effect

on the sutures on the skull.

Look Sam,

at fifty-five

the sutures would
show some closure.

On her, they're totally open.

Now, I want you to clean up
the skull and the pubic symphesis.

I'll have the
anthropologist come in,

check it out, see what
else we can discover. Okay?

How about discovering me?

Oh boy, oh boy. Huh.

Okay, thanks, Pete.

I'm sorry, honey.

- I forgot about our date.
- Um.

That says a lot
for me, doesn't it?

You find him more fascinating.

No, it was Astin.

He poured the pressure on us.

Quince, is it all right
if I go home now?

Why are you making
it look like I'm the one

who's keeping you here?

Well, aren't you?

Okay, you can go home.

And you do everything I told
you to do first thing in the morning.

Thanks.

- Good night, Lynne.
- Good night, Sam.

I had time to change four times.

Well, I'll tell you, it was
worth it. You look dynamite.

And you look tired.

No, I feel great.

Listen, I'll change

and I'll buy the biggest, thickest,
juiciest steak in town, okay?

Come on.

No way. The chef closes
the kitchen at nine o'clock.

Strong union.

Besides, I make money
on booze, not food.

C'mon, Danny.

You can't put a beautiful girl
like her out on a night like this

without a hot meal.

It's eighty degrees out there.

We're in the worst
heat wave in fifty years.

- How about a cold meal?
- Yeah.

She's a charmer.

Okay. How about two of your
world-famous burgers, okay?

No flattery. That's
not a cold meal.

Two ham sandwiches.

- I'll make 'em myself.
- And two tall
vodkas and tonics.

- Better.
- Greedy, greedy.

- I loused up
another evening, didn't I?
- Mm hm.

Here you are just
dressed to the nines

eating a ham
sandwich at Danny's.

You know why I love ya?

You never seem to mind.

Yeah, I do.

Now.

What do you mean?

How long have we
known each other, Quince?

Been four years.

We get along well, don't we?

Like gangbusters.

I know you like me.

Like you? I'm crazy
about you, baby.

And our relationship
has always been

casual and
comfortable, hasn't it?

That's why it's fantastic, yeah.

I don't want casual and
comfortable anymore.

I want more of a commitment.

You mean marriage?

Well, don't make such a
face when you say that.

This is a proposal?

I suppose it is.

Kinda sudden, isn't it?

Do you have the feeling that
our roles have been reversed?

Excuse me.

- There you are.
- Thanks.

Thank you, Johnny.

Listen, uh,

what triggered this off?

Was it because I
was late tonight?

No, you've been late before.

And I always got a little
annoyed but I don't know,

tonight there was no annoyance.

I got concerned.

I got worried about how you
drive yourself so hard at work

and how you never
take care of yourself.

Then I realized I don't have
any right to be worried about you,

and that made me very sad.

Quince, do you have
any idea what I'm saying?

Yeah.

You're trying to say
that you love me.

That's what I'm saying.

Wow.

- I'm scaring you, aren't I?
- No. No.

It's just that I haven't
allowed myself

to think about marriage
for such a long time.

You know I was married before.

Yes, I know. You told me.

- Her name was Helen.
- Yeah.

You also told me that she died.

I wasn't very kind to her.

She always said that
my real love was my work

and that I didn't need
anybody or anything else.

She might have
been right, honey.

You're turning me
down, aren't you?

It's not that.

I don't want to hurt you
the way I hurt Helen.

I mean, she was a terrific gal.

Vital, attractive,
alive, bright,

great sense of humor.
She was just like you.

There's something
else we had in common.

What?

Our love for you.

Will you take me home?

Yup.

Doctor Quincy?

Yes, dear.

Hold it, Doctor Quincy,

you left a trail.

Thank you.

- Oh, is this your bleach?
- Yeah.

Try mine.

Maybe it'll clean
those things up.

Thanks. How ya been?

Wonderful.

You remember I told
you my girl had a baby?

Yeah.

Six months old now.

Six months already?

Beautiful... just gorgeous.

I'm taking care of him this week

while my daughter and
son-in-law are on a vacation.

- Got a heavy date tonight?
- No.

No heavy date tonight.

I got a lot of reading
to catch up on for work.

- It's a doggone shame.
- What?

When a man like you, a doctor,

should have to be
alone on a Saturday night

when there are so many women
who would give their eye teeth

to be with a reliable man.

Reliable?

Thanks for that, honey.

Well, I gotta go...

I left the kid with my sister
and she's the nervous type.

By now she's
pulled out all her hair.

- Bye.
- Bye, Millie. Have a nice weekend.

Reliable.

Quince? Is that you?

Honey, I'm sorry. I
didn't mean to wake you.

Oh no. It's okay. I
was just dozing off.

Turn on the light, honey.

Hey, what time is it?

Well, it's pretty late.

Why didn't you call me.
I was worried about you.

It was a last minute thing.

Doctor Hodges called me
and wanted to have dinner

and it turned out
to be a long night.

Who's he?

Doctor Lincoln Hodges. He's
the best surgeon in the city.

I've got a surprise for you.

He invited me to
be his associate.

Do you realize what an
opportunity that is to learn?

That sounds nice.

Sounds nice?

You're mad.

Because I was
late. I don't blame ya.

I know it makes
three times this week.

Four times. But who's counting.

Tomorrow night
I'm gonna be on time

and I'm gonna buy you the
biggest, juiciest steak in town.

Terrific.

And I promise you,

the next time I know
I'm gonna be late,

I'll call ya.

Now that would be incredible.

Lynne Montgomery's residence.

- Isn't she home?
- No, this is her service.

When will she be back?

She'll return on Monday.

- Monday?
- Yes, sir.

Would you like to
leave a message?

No, thank you.

You're supposed to be
an anthropological expert.

You've been looking at
the bone for ten minutes.

Can't you tell me anything?

I want to be certain, Quince.

Don't mind him. He's
been like this all day.

I just hope it isn't contagious.

Okay.

Okay, Quince.

Now, the horizontal ridges
on this are very distinct.

You see, the deep, distinct ridges
from the dorsal and ventral demi-faces

show that she was
twenty-five, thirty tops,

and that goes along with the
open cranial sutures you guys found.

No way was this
body fifty-five years old.

I knew it. Didn't I tell ya?

Either the records are
wrong about her age

or we don't have the
right June Delamin.

And whoever she was,

there was nothing wrong
with her brain, I'll tell you that.

Thanks, Judy. I'm sorry
I jumped all over you.

Hey, listen, everybody
has their blue Mondays.

Get ahold of Mrs. Rose
at Parkview Cemetery.

Find out who she sent us.

Better still, get her
down here right away.

What's the hurry?

We have the wrong body,
we don't have a cause of death,

and you ask what's the hurry?

Things are getting
very lax around here.

Now, we're gonna win
the battle of Corregidor,

we gotta move faster!
- Okay.

Honey?

Helen?

Where is she?

Honey, don't tell
me you're not home.

- Helen!
- Welcome home.

How was the
Battle of Corregidor?

We won. The
patient's gonna make it.

Great, but will the
surgeon survive?

Are you kidding? The
adrenaline's still flowing.

I'll be awake for eight days.

Come on, settle down,
settle down. Sit down.

I thought you were crazy when
you disappeared for three days

with your books
before that operation.

Now I'm sure of it.

I did not disappear.

- I went to a health spa.
- What?

I went into training
for the procedure.

I was running and working
out... getting in shape.

I knew it was gonna
be a long operation.

At night I studied
and I read up on it.

I had to be prepared.

She had a giant
adenoma on her liver

and I didn't know whether
it was malignant or not.

And if it was,

I had to know every variation
in the liver blood supply.

It was very important
to the patient.

Quince, I don't understand
a word you just said to me.

But I do know that all that
extra work was not necessary.

Everybody in that hospital
knows you're a good doctor.

I don't want to be a
good doctor, honey.

I want to be a great one.

Another thing, her husband,
besides being a very nice guy,

is one of the most
influential people in town.

Look, I didn't want
anything. I just did it to help.

But he said he was going to
send all of his friends to me.

- Do you know what that means?
- What?

We're on our way. We
can write our own ticket.

Oh, Quince.

You mean after all those years
of living out of cardboard cartons

when you were an
intern and a resident,

we're gonna have
our dreams come true?

That's right.

We're gonna make
up for those times.

No more fake flowers

and no more fake plants.

From now on, everything's
gonna be real. Whatever you want.

You want castles in the
sky, you got castles in the sky.

I don't want castles in the sky.

I want kids.

I want seven kids, Quince.

I want four boys
and three girls.

Let's start right now.

Kids, honey? Let's not
get too carried away, huh.

Who's getting carried away?

Quince, I want
to give you a son.

I want to give you a son who's
gonna grow up to be just like his daddy.

A great physician.

We'll send him
to medical college

and when he graduates,

the two of you can
open up a clinic together,

the 'Quincy Clinic', right?

Just like the Mayo Brothers.

Maybe even a foundation.

Honey, honey, please.

Look, I'm riding high
for the first time in my life.

I'm almost carefree.

Let me enjoy it
for a minute or two.

Quince, you said
you wanted a family.

I do, honey.
Honest, I really do.

But this is not the time.

You said the same
thing two years ago.

I know, but those two
years went by so fast.

There's so much I want to
accomplish, so much I want to do.

Maybe when we're
more financially secure.

When we know where we're going,

what we're doing.
- Quince,
Quince, all right, all right.

If that's what you want, okay.

For now.

That's the practical
girl I married.

I love you.

We got the order for Delamin

and I thought we
sent her, doctor.

But June Delamin
was fifty-five years old.

The body we received
was under thirty.

We don't open the boxes
before we ship them.

That's why I'm here,
Doctor Quincy. To apologize.

Well, Jimmy's not very bright,

but I thought he
could at least read.

You see, June Delamin
had a daughter Sandra.

And she died about
six months after June.

Sandra committed suicide.

Suicide?

Well, that's what it says
on the death certificate.

Anyway, they were both
buried in the same crypt.

Well, Jimmy pulled out the
daughter's casket, Sandra's,

when he should have
taken the mother's, June's.

We have never had a mistake like this
in all our years of serving the community.

Well, we're all
human, Mrs. Rhodes,

as long as we get
the right body this time.

Oh, you certainly will. Now,
they're pulling her casket right now,

so she should be here
early this afternoon.

Thank you for coming in.

Wait till I get my hands
around that boy's neck.

Don't be too hard
on him, Mrs. Rhodes.

Well, that's taken care of.

I think I'll try Lynne again.

- Sam?
- Yeah.

When the body gets here,

I want you to photo
and fingerprint it

just to make sure
it's June Delamin.

Then I want you to
take an X-ray series

and prep her for the autopsy.

We'll do it first
thing in the morning.

Morning? What you gonna do now?

I think I'm gonna
walk the last mile.

Betty, I'm not too sure I'm happy
with the front of this, the closure.

You know, I think
we should re-work it,

re-think the whole
thing through, okay?

Quincy!

Quincy?

What are you doing here?

Well, you didn't
return my phone calls.

Well, I thought it would
be better that way.

Oh really? And you went out of
town and you didn't tell me about it.

Not that I need to explain but
I had to go to San Francisco

on a special benefit show
with some of my designs.

A likely story. Well, forget
all that. Let's get out of here.

And go where?

You'll find out. C'mon.

Quincy, come on. I can't leave.

You know that. I've
too much work to do.

If I can take an afternoon
off from work, so can you.

Go!

There we have two ice cold

beautiful margaritas.

- There we go, honey.
- Bless your heart.

Oh, this is terrific.
What a fabulous Idea.

Mm-mm.

You know, I bet this is
like to be on the Riviera.

Well, it's a little
warmer there,

but it's a lot cozier here.

Quince, let's not
start something

we're not gonna finish, okay?

Okay.

Did you have a
date this weekend?

Yup.

How did it go?

Oh, you don't have to
tell me if you don't want to.

- I don't?
- No.

Good, then I won't.

Yes, you do have to tell me,

if you want to.

- It was disastrous.
- Good.

After the first twenty minutes I
didn't hear a word the man said.

I was so busy
'oh reallying' him.

What's that?

Batting my big blue eyes
and saying 'oh, really?'.

You know, 'Oh, really?'.

I'm too old for that anymore.

You know, I really love you.

I learned a lot about
myself this weekend.

Oh really?

Will you cut it
out? I really did.

- You did?
- Yeah.

Well, don't be so shocked. I'm
not too old to learn, you know.

Quince, I never
even thought that.

Tell me what you learned.

I learned that lonely can
be very lonely without you.

I was thinking about
what you said the other day

about being concerned with me.

Nobody's done that
for such a long time.

It gave me a nice warm feeling.

You're gonna make me cry.

Hey, don't cry yet.

Now you can cry.

I don't believe it.

- Do you mean it?
- Sure, I mean it.

You mean it.

Well, I figured you and I,

we could fly up to
Tahoe next weekend.

You know, make us a family.

Oh, I can't next weekend. I've got
buyers coming in from New York.

What about the next week?

How about this weekend?

This weekend?
Isn't that kinda soon?

Don't ya have to make
preparations, showers, things like that?

No!

Damn it, I'm not gonna give
you a chance to get cold feet.

I hope we have the real
June Delamin this time.

Well, Sam, Glen Frank
may have been a fraud

and we might find some
errors in his other cases,

but he certainly was right about
a cerebral-vascular problem.

She succumbed to a
rupture in the Circle of Willis.

And if he was right
about all the others he did,

we're gonna be wasting a lot of
precious time going over good work.

It's our responsibility to
verify everything he's done.

Doctor Quincy, here
are the toxicology results

you ordered on June Delamin.
Sorry they took so long.

Oh, I'm sorry, Marc.

There was a mix-up. I should
have cancelled the tox screen.

We actually had the
daughter, Sandra Delamin,

who was a suicide.

Well that fits. An overdose of
amobarbital and secobarbital.

No, no, no.

It was pentobarbital and alcohol
they found in her blood that killed her.

I don't know what
was in her blood

but I found high levels of these
drugs in her liver and bladder.

There was pentobarbital
present but not enough to kill her.

What are you talkin' about?

There was enough pentobarbital
in her to kill her three times over.

Well, I didn't have
the blood to test,

but that was removed
when she was embalmed

but that's what I
found in her organs.

Which combination killed her?

Maybe all.

Then why weren't his
drugs in this report?

If the drugs were in the organ
they must have been in the blood.

The blood does flow
through the organs, doesn't it?

Let's see what it says here.

It says she succumbed to an
overdose of pentobarbital and alcohol.

She was found dead at
home by her boyfriend.

- No autopsy was performed?
- No.

They only tested
her blood sample.

Listen, I want you guys to rerun a
tox screen on the liver and bladder.

Also check out the kidneys,
the stomach and the spleen.

I'm gonna ask Monahan
for more details on this case.

Hello, Doctor Quincy here.

I know who it is.

Now, tell me where
you're supposed to be.

Hi, Lynne. What time is it?

About forty minutes after you're
supposed to be here... at Danny's.

If mother has one more
of his vodka and tonics,

she'll be flying
back to Pasadena.

Oh but, honey, wait a minute.
Now that we're getting married,

I thought you'd understand
about these delays.

I do.

But it isn't every day she
gets to meet her son-in-law.

She's very excited.

Well she only lives in
Pasadena. We'll see lots of her.

Give her my love,
will ya? And I love you.

Bye-bye.

I love you too.

I guess.

Right there.

I found it yesterday when
Helen came in for her physical.

There's a definite square shift
of the anterior cerebral artery.

It indicates a large mass

primarily in the parietal area.

Brain tumor?

She's experienced mild
ataxia and weakness.

So we ran an EEG.

It showed slowing.

And the spinal tap was clear.

I suspect myoma.

Quince, before you got here,

I was trying to convince myself

that you already knew about it,

and you must have
recognized the symptoms.

I've been too busy with
myself to notice anything.

I'm ashamed to say I
didn't have the time to notice

that my wife was ill.

Quince, you can't blame
yourself for her illness.

I can blame myself
for not seeing it.

If I had, I might have been
able to arrest its progress.

I could have done something!

You know that's not true.

What are we gonna do, Jim?

We'll have to go
in there, Quince.

Now there's hope
we can get it all.

But, Quincy, if it's malignant

and we can't get it all,

we'll only be buying
her a little more time.

There'll be nothing we can do.

Quincy, I haven't got
enough cases to solve

and you got me scrounging
around in the back room

looking through
files for old ones.

Now look, here. Suicide.

The lady did herself in.

There are some
findings that turned up

when we autopsied the body
that confuses that opinion.

I want you to tell me something
about her background and her death.

All right, all right, Quincy.

Now look, her boyfriend
told us this the night she died.

Okay? They went to a party,

and she got pretty
drunk and ugly,

and they had a fight

about the girls
that he was seein'.

And that was about it.

Oh, no, he said there was
somethin' the matter with her hands.

- Arthritis?
- Yeah, that was it.

You know, her boyfriend said that
her hands were absolutely useless,

that she couldn't even
unbutton her dress.

So he undressed
her and put her to bed.

And then he went
off to see this girl,

and when he got
back she was dead.

He just assumed that she got so
upset that she took an overdose.

I don't buy that story!

Why not? She had a
history of suicide attempts.

Only this time, she succeeded.

There were too many
contradictory findings.

A lot was missed.

You mean things were missed
in the preliminary investigation?

- Yeah.
- Oh, terrific.

Well then you have
to reopen the case.

We can't afford to be accused
of covering past mistakes.

Anybody's.

Chicken.

Well, c'mon.

We got another case to work on.

Oh hey, listen, what's this I hear
about you tying the knot again?

Yeah, get the old wings
clipped together, huh?

You never met his
wife, Helen, did ya?

No, that was way before my time.

What a wonderful woman.

This gal you're seein',
she's got a lot to live up to.

- You never met his wife?
- No.

Oh, what a gal. I'm tellin' ya.

- Hey, we'll be
waitin' for the invite.
- Yeah.

What are you doing here?

Oh, that's right, you work here.

It still hurts, doesn't it?

Yeah. I'll tell you one thing,

I'll never touch another
martini again as long as I live.

Quince, you saw me bald.

Well, maybe I could get a
job as Yul Brynner's stand-in.

The headache will be gone soon.

Yeah, yeah, I know.

Take two aspirins and call
you in the morning, right?

Jim's a good doctor, huh?

Yeah.

I was in the operating
room with him.

He's a fine surgeon.

And the patient...

Will she survive?

Quince?

Oh Quince.

Quince?

Quince?

Yes, Sam, what is it?

I just wanted to let you know

that we began to redo
the second tox analysis

on tissues you took from all
the organs of Sandra Delamin.

Good, Sam.

Pretty soon you'll be able
to run this lab all by yourself.

What are you doing now, Quince?

Sam, how many ways can
drugs be introduced into the body?

Hmm, orally, intramuscularly, and
intravenously are the most common.

And what do you
need for the last two?

A needle and syringe...
they're given by injection.

Right again.

Now, if I wanted to put
pentobarbital into the blood

but not into any of the organs?

An injection right
into the blood stream.

That's right. Now she
was high from drinking.

Just the way she
was after the party.

The combination of
pentobarbital and alcohol

would have killed her
in a matter of seconds.

That would have been
before it had a chance

to be circulated and
absorbed into the tissues.

Hmm.

So there has to
be an injection site.

And that's what I found before.

On a body this decomposed?

Take a look.

I started looking in the areas

where there are the largest
concentration of surface vessels.

When I removed the tissue
from the inner right arm...

See the spot on the cephalic
vein where the needle penetrated?

Yeah, amazing.

But I still don't know
which drugs killed her.

But you know one combination
or the other killed her,

so what's the difference?

What's the difference? Sam,

if I'm right, it's the difference
between murder and suicide.

What do you mean,
what's the difference? Wow.

Oh you really get excited
about this work, don't you?

Yeah, don't you?

Sure I do.

But you were a surgeon before
and that's got to be more exciting.

Why did you switch?

When I found out my
wife was gonna die,

I wanted to spend as much
time with her as I could.

Yeah, a surgeon doesn't
have much free time.

I already had my
certificate in pathology.

So I went to see an old
teacher friend of mine.

Terrific guy... strict,
but very kind and wise,

I mean really wise.

And he said I should
become a medical examiner...

He said I could put my
surgical skills to great use.

I've never regretted
the decision.

Doctor Quincy, I've
got a real problem.

I test the three pieces
of tissue from the liver.

They all showed different
levels of the drugs I found,

and the same trace
amount of pentobarbital.

But in the same organ the
drugs should be evenly distributed.

Right.

Every time we get near an
answer, up pops another question.

Forget what I said about
never regretting my decision.

Quincy, can I see you
alone for a minute, please.

Boy, oh boy.

- You really hurt my feelings.
- Why, what did I do?

Do you know what it's
like to have to overhear

that a member of your own team,

I mean one of your best buddies,

is getting married and
he didn't even tell you.

- Do you know what that's like?
- No...

It's like a stab in the heart.

Quincy, I couldn't believe it.

I wanted to tell ya.
I couldn't find you!

I don't want you to apologize.

I just want to say

congratulations.

I think it's terrific!

Maybe your wife will even
out that temper of yours.

I hope so.

Now listen.

I want you to have
a real honeymoon.

Now you take two or
three days, you hear?

Boy, you can be a real peach
when you wanna be, I'll tell ya.

- Where are you going?
- Lake Tahoe.

Oh, that's terrific!

What a good choice.

My wife and I haven't
been there for years.

Listen, you have
to climb Mt. Rose.

It's beautiful,
it's breathtaking.

Do you climb?

Well, not for many years.

Well, you gotta
take it up again.

Oh Quincy, what a good choice.

Well, don't break any bones.

We need you back
here in prime shape.

We have a lot of work to do.

Thank you.

Terrific.

Welcome to Ensenada.

It's no Everest.

And you're no Hillary either.

Say that again.

Oh, it's so beautiful here.

It's like being on
a Greek Island.

I always wanted to go to Greece.

You did? Why didn't you say so.

We could have gone.

We never had the time.

But I wouldn't have fit in with
those shipping magnates, anyway.

Are you kidding. You'd be
the classiest dame there.

No Hillary, huh?

- Oh.
- Oh, honey.

Oh, it's beautiful.

You all right?

Yes.

I guess it's just because I haven't
had so much exercise in so long.

- You wanna go?
- No.

Let's stay. Okay?

Okay.

Chilly, honey?

Yeah, just a bit.

Maybe we ought to start down.

I just hate to leave.

It's so beautiful up here.

We'll come back.

Yes, we will.

I love you.

Quince?

Hi, honey.

How was the
Battle of Corregidor?

We made it here. We won.

We always have.

Yeah.

Quince?

We won't have to join the
battle anymore, will we?

No.

Hey, do me a favor, will ya?

Anything, honey. Anything.

Would you just be
a tough-as-nails self

just a little while
longer? Okay?

Sure.

You know, I'm a lucky lady.

I have loved you from
the first night I met you

all those years ago.

That's a long time to love.

You're a good man, Quince.

Oh yeah, we had
a lot of good times.

But let me tell you,

if you dare marry again,

and put some other
poor girl through all that,

I swear I'll come
back to haunt you.

I won't, I promise.

I love you, baby.

Oh I love you.

Don't go.

I never gave her anything.

I only took and took and took.

You gave her your love.

Yeah, only when it
was convenient for me.

A piece at a time.

I wouldn't pull myself away
from my work long enough

to be a real husband.

She had to die to
get my attention.

I didn't even give her children.

Something she wanted
more than life itself.

I was afraid it might take away
from my commitment to my medicine.

I denied her her only
chance at immortality.

Her only chance to
prove that she was here.

That she ever existed.

No, Jim, please.

Not yet.

I want to look at her.

I never gave myself enough time

to really just look at her.

Oh Helen.

You know, it's getting late.

Don't you have to pick up Lynne?

Oh yeah, about an hour.

We're not gonna
finish in time. Let's go.

Well, we can finish up here.

We'll give you the reports as soon
as you get back from your honeymoon.

Sam, this may prove that someone
out there has gotten away with murder.

We can't afford to wait
three or four more days.

Where are you going now?

To keep a promise I
never should have broken.

You do what you have to do.
Get Brill and Monahan down here.

I'll be back as fast as I can.

Quince!

You're on time. What happened?

Did the morgue burn down?

C'mon, help me with the bags.

You don't like the way I look?

It's beautiful.

You're beautiful.

Oh.

Why do I get the feeling
that the roof is gonna cave in?

You want to call
it off, don't you?

I don't wanna.

But you're going to.

I have to.

Lynne, I really thought I
could put you before my work.

Because I love
you and I need you.

Do you notice all
the I, I, me, me, I's?

It's I before you every time.

And believe me you'll
grow to hate them.

How can I make you understand?

There's a killer out
there who can kill again.

I have the key to the lock that
will put him away for a long time.

I have to stay and
see this case through.

It's my job.

It's my life.

I was afraid of losing you.

And Helen, that's
not being fair to you.

Helen?

Quince, you called me Helen.

I'm sorry.

She's been with me all week.

I've been remembering
our marriage.

It wouldn't work, Lynne.

Honest, it wouldn't.

Well, you can't
blame a girl for trying.

Even if she does
get the heave-ho.

Oh, you're so honest.

I can never fault
you for that, Quince.

But next time I'm
gonna try lawyers

or Indian chiefs.

Doctors are too damn risky.

I'm sorry.

Aren't they waiting
for you back at the lab?

Yeah.

Hey, Quince, what happened?

We got the call and
rushed right over.

Oh, I am glad you're here today.

Did I just solve a case for you?

- The Delamin case?
- Yeah, the Delamin case.

How do you like that. A case
we solved three years ago

and he's gonna solve it now.

You guys solved nothin'.

Sit down. Let me tell
you what happened.

Sandra Delamin and her
boyfriend went to a party.

She got drunk.

He took her home. On their
way, they had a terrible fight.

Quincy, we know all that.

That's about all you do know.

When they got there, he left.

She got upset. She overdosed
on amobarbital and secobarbital,

the drugs that you
found in her organ.

Now she knew what she
was doing, it was no accident.

She took those drugs all at once
because she wanted to kill herself.

So it was suicide.

Almost.

The boyfriend came back.

She told him about the pills.

She may've even
shown him the bottles.

But instead of
caring and helping,

he sat down and
waited for her to die.

But he got impatient. She
didn't die fast enough for him.

He didn't realize
how long it took

for those capsules to
dissolve in her stomach.

So he got a little anxious.
Figured maybe she was lying, see?

And so he gave her an
injection of pentobarbital

directly into her blood,
like it said in the report.

And the combination
of that and the alcohol

killed her in two seconds.

And the drugs never
got to her organs

because she was already dead.

The blood stopped flowing.

The drugs I found in her
organs never got to her blood.

Wait, wait, wait a
minute. Hold on a minute.

The blood's in her organ.
The organ's in her blood.

Look, would you mind,
explain it so I understand it.

The drugs that she took didn't
have time to get into her system.

They were still in the
capsules in her stomach

when his injection killed her.

Now, wait a minute,
wait a minute.

If the stomach
wasn't functioning,

how did it get in the organs?

Come here.

The stomach is
filled with liquid.

It's like dropping a capsule
into a glass of water.

It will eventually dissolve.

The drugs dissolved in
the liquid in her stomach

and then diffused
into the organs

even after she was buried.

That's why I got different
concentrations in all the organs.

That's right.

Heavy, lighter,
lighter, lighter, lighter.

Look, Quincy, that's great.

But you still can't
rule out suicide.

Yeah, she could have
given herself the shot.

No, she had arthritis, remember?

Crippling arthritis.

That's right. She couldn't
have given herself an injection.

No, it was no suicide.

She died at the
hands of another.

I'll bet it was her boyfriend.

I feel like I just seen
a Charlie Chan movie.

Are you kidding?
He eats this stuff up.

He's the biggest ham.

Yeah.