Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 5, Episode 13 - Diplomatic Immunity - full transcript

Only the strong survive.

- What happened?
- Another heart attack.

Someone wanted very much

for it to look like he
died from a heart attack.

Since when is homicide
a Federal crime?

When it involves
a foreign dignitary.

A masterful
politician, my husband.

I fear for his life. And mine.

Everything will be alright.

We're getting bleeding.

Doesn't seem to want to quit.
The bleeding's getting worse!



- What have you got?
- The blood sample
from the attendant

showed a lethal dose
of an anti-coagulant.

Somebody could
be using it to kill.

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

This is everything you'll need.

This morning, President
Armando Sarejo

of the Latin American Republic
of San Luis arrived in Los Angeles

for special treatment
of a liver disorder

at the Brentwood Medical Center.

Sarejo had been
advised to make the trip

because of the facilities and
procedures available here.

He's brought with him a small
entourage, including his wife,



his Vice President, Marcos,

his personal
physician, Dr. Allermo,

General Bettraga,
head of the Army

and Allejandro Fernandez,
head of the Secret Police.

The visitors were greeted

by representatives of
the State Department,

who hope that the
remainder of his stay

will be a reasonably
uneventful one.

The cause for their
concern was evidenced

by crowds of angry
demonstrators at the hospital

protesting Sarejo's regime.

Many of them are
refugees from San Luis...

You know, our
department's been jumpin'

ever since this
guy arrived in town.

They pulled every
available cop off the street

to help protect him.

Well, I'm not surprised.

I understand there
are a lot of people

who'd just as soon not
see him come home.

No, I think the people there
are a lot more interested

in their politics than we are.

Well, they're a
passionate people.

They're impatient.

These people probably
have good cause to hate him.

Yeah, but we have to
remember that he's a sick man

and he's only here for medical
treatment, nothing more.

Yeah, Quince is right.

Hey, you guys gonna
talk politics all night

or are we gonna play cards?

Play cards.

President Sarejo will start
undergoing various tests tomorrow

to determine exactly
what medical procedure

will be used to
correct his liver ailment.

It appears the demonstrators
will continue the vigil

throughout the day.

Security will remain tight
during President Sarejo's...

Enough! Turn it off.

Armando, don't get upset.

It's not good for you.

You should be resting
for your tests tomorrow.

Your wife is quite right.

I don't know why they
allow this propaganda

to be shown on television.

We cannot control
what they do here.

Don't trouble yourself.

We'll only be here a short time.

It is the greatest mistake
this country makes.

They confuse
anarchy with freedom.

It weakens them from within.

But what is worse?

Angry words or a
revolutionary's bomb?

Perhaps if we allowed our
people to speak out more,

maybe then there
would be less violence.

Our country is not the
United States, Marcos.

You cannot compare our problems.

This is no time to
speak of reform.

On the contrary.

People are like children.

They need a firm
parent to guide them.

And when they grow up,

they will still be children.

General Bettraga.

I just spoke with your
brother-in-law in the capitol.

There are new uprisings,

but fortunately the
army is keeping order.

We expected them to take
advantage of your absence.

Fernandez, I'm not concerned
with the troublemakers back home.

Lopez is less patient than I.

He will deal with
them until I return.

Please.

You must rest.

Yes, of course. Gentlemen,
you will excuse me.

Shall we?

Our Vice President still thinks
we can suppress the rebels

by appeasing them.

I don't think he's quite
ready to be president just yet.

But the question
is who is ready?

Darling, try not to let
the situation disturb you.

I'm not at all
disturbed, Isabella.

Your brother will handle
affairs at home for me,

and all of my other enemies

are safely here with me.

Enemies? I don't understand.

The rebels are no concern to me.

They merely serve to keep
the army from getting bored.

But those who are around me,

close to the source of power,

they can smell it, taste it.

Temptation is very great.

But as long as they are
where I can see them,

then all is well.

Don't worry, darling.

- It'll cost ya three dollars.
- Oh, ho ho ho...

Three dollars...

- I fold.
- Me, too.

If you ain't got
it, you ain't got it.

C'mon, give me a break.

I finally get a hand,
everybody goes out.

I'm not going out.

I think you're all
talk. I'm going to

call and raise you three.

No, no, two.

I see you two. I
raise you three.

Three?

All right.

Straight. Ace high.

Five spades.

You can't have five spades. I
counted them. They're all out.

I've seen your receipts,
Quincy. You can't add.

Oh, don't gloat. It's not
good manners to gloat.

Who's gloating? Come
on, it's only money.

Look who's talkin'.
"It's only money."

Listen, we'd better
not play too late.

You have to be
in court tomorrow.

Oh, the Moran case?

They're finally bringing
that gangster to trial.

And Quince has got enough
evidence to nail him but good.

Maybe.

What do you mean "maybe"?

You're goin' up against the
biggest lawyer in the country,

Sy Barrett.

- You ain't got a chance.
- I'm not scared of him.

Better be scared of
that Judge, if you ask me.

Yeah. The Judge isn't exactly
one of Quince's biggest fans.

With the evidence I have, I
don't need her to be a fan.

Will you deal, please?

Hey, you can't raid this game.

Those two guys are cops.

Oh, the Federal Government is
not interested in petty gambling.

Mr. Alan Stuart, this is
Dr. Quincy, State Department.

Hi. What did I do? Let
my passport expire?

What's going on, gentlemen?

You are aware of the visit

of President Sarejo
of San Luis, correct?

You'd have to be
in hibernation not to.

Don't tell us he's dead.

Oh, no, no. Not him.

But one of his party is.

He died in the hospital tonight.

What was the cause of death?

A heart attack, apparently.

What do you mean, "apparently"?

Well, we don't know
the cause of death.

That's why we need
an autopsy right away.

Oh, no, not me. I'm off duty.

No, we need you. We
can't afford a mistake.

My boss is right here. Tell
them I'm off duty, will ya?

Quincy, you know we always
cooperate with the State Department.

Doctor, time is
very important to us.

The body's on the way now.

But the kind of job he's
talking about takes a long time.

Well, it's only midnight.

Have you forgotten
about the Moran case

first thing in the
morning early?

Quincy, you'll be in
court in the morning

after you do the
initial autopsy.

Now, Sam and I will finish
any tests that are necessary.

Now, come on, you'll wrap
it up in a couple of hours.

Four aces.

No abrasions, contusions,
or external markings

to indicate the use
of force or violence...

There's slight cyanosis
of the nail beds,

indicating oxygen deficiency...

I started the extraction of
the blood sample, Quince.

Give me the tox as
soon as we're done here.

Hmm.

He looks like he was
in pretty good health,

not overweight,

good muscle tone,

and he was only thirty-eight.

Yeah. Not exactly a prime
candidate for a heart attack.

Well, let's see
what he can tell us.

No, no, no.

Does this kind of thing
usually take this long?

Well, Dr. Quincy spends
as much time as he needs

to do a complete
and thorough job.

We don't spare
time or expense here.

Gentlemen.

Well, Doctor, did you
confirm the cause of death?

Yeah, the hospital
staff was right.

He died from
cardio-pulmonary failure.

Then it was natural causes.

That should take some heat off.

Hold it fellas, just
hold it, will ya?

I didn't finish.

There was no blockage or
spasm of the coronary arteries.

No constricted blood vessels,

the heart was not enlarged,

and there were
none of the enzymes

usually associated with
heart muscle damage.

What are you saying?

Sam is starting the tox now.

What I'm saying is
someone wanted very much

for it to look as though
he died of a heart attack.

Sam, did you find anything
in the blood or the urine?

Afraid not.

Except for traces of a sedative
in the blood, they're a total blank.

Same here. I can't find
anything in the tissues either.

He didn't have enough of
a sedative in him to kill him.

He probably just took
some to help him sleep.

Sam, we don't have the answer.

If we only knew what we
were looking for, or where.

We better have Mark
do a complete tox

on the stomach contents.

Maybe they'll tell us something.

Yeah, and if it doesn't?

Then we start
eliminating possibilities.

I've got a half dozen tests I
want to start as soon as possible.

Anything else you got to do

to humiliate the department?

What's the matter with you?

Well, it's not enough
that this two-bit VIP

takes over the whole department

for his own security force,

we've gotta take the rap

for his VIP getting
murdered under our noses.

Hey, I didn't ask
for this headache.

It was dumped on me. I've got
enough to do with the Moran trial.

The trial. Holy mackerel.

When are you
supposed to be there?

In forty-five minutes.

Calm down. Now
where're you rushing to?

The Moran trial.
Remember you've been

hounding me about it for weeks?

Quincy, you haven't
finished the autopsy.

There's the follow-up tests...

You've only told us how
he didn't die, not how he did.

Oh, come on, you
know Judge Packer.

- So?
- So if I'm not in
court right away,

she's gonna give it to me.

Quincy, I wouldn't let
anybody give it to you.

Now, I'm sending
Mr. Stuart down with you

to see Judge Packer and explain
the gravity of the situation here.

She'll grant him an
immediate continuance.

Then you'll come
right back and finish up.

Wanna bet?

Excuse me. Why is this
judge so mad at you?

A couple of years ago she
was on an insurance case,

it was winding down,

she was gonna go on
one of those six-week tours.

Evidently she had been
planning it for years.

Well, I came up with some new
evidence and the case went on

and she missed the trip
and she never forgave me.

Don't get me wrong.
She's a crackerjack judge.

- That's the whole thing?
- Yeah.

Dr. Quincy, do
me a favor, will ya?

Let me handle her.

Be my guest.

So really,

all you're asking

is for a few days

to borrow Dr. Quincy while
you tidy up your business.

Absolutely. That's all.

Just a couple of
days, Your Honor.

Just two or three days,

while twelve jurors
remain sequestered,

while twenty other witnesses

make new plans to
accommodate you,

while the defense
and prosecution

are badgered by the press

into making statements
that could cause a mistrial...

Not to mention while I

wait around for the
slippery Dr. Quincy

to grace us with his presence.

Slippery? Hey, wait
a minute. Now, I...

Doctor,

allow me, please.

Judge Packer, I can
personally assure you

that the United
States Government

would not be
making this request,

if it were not a matter
of extreme urgency.

Spare me the explanations,
Mr. Stuart. I'm not interested.

Surely some other
doctors of equal capability

must be available to
the Federal Government.

It won't do you any good
to pull out the big guns...

I don't care if the President
himself wants you...

Court convenes in ten minutes.

Judge Packer, there are
overriding considerations here...

Indeed there are, Mr. Stuart.

My overriding concern is
that a long overdue justice

be served in this case.

I am not going to see
a motion for dismissal

based on unreasonable
delay wipe out all our efforts.

You have not heard
the end of this, Judge.

You are not dealing
with some local...

I am dealing with the
laws of this state which say

when you are served
with a subpoena,

you will appear in court.

Dr. Quincy,

if you are not in that
courtroom when we convene,

you will be held in contempt,

and I will throw
the book at you.

That's all.

- But listen, I want...
- That's all!

You had to be slippery with her?

- Eddie.
- Lieutenant.

Lieutenant, what
are you doin' here?

Well, I'm on the case.

And since when is
homicide a Federal crime?

When it involves
a foreign dignitary.

That's right, but
this is my case.

Now that comes from the Captain.

All right, all right.
It's your case.

What have you got?

Oh, a few things on the QT.

Listen, I understand the victim

was next to succeed Sarejo...

Sarejo, the President.

Yes, his name was Marcos.
He was the Vice President.

Look, let me
check it out with ya.

What I've got is Marcos
came to the door, opened it up,

steps out here into the hall

and then he drops dead of an
apparent heart attack, is that it?

Yeah, that's what
it sounds like,

but Quincy said it wasn't.

If Quincy said it
wasn't, it wasn't.

- Excuse me, Lieutenant.
- Yeah, sure, Ed.

Did you get any fingerprints?

Yeah, I got a lot
of fingerprints.

We didn't find
anybody unauthorized.

You got any idea how
somebody could've gotten to him?

No, I don't.

It's just apparent that Sarejo

does not exactly have
a fan club down there.

We have plenty of exiles that
would rather that he was dead.

And we are checking all
our files of known activists,

we're getting pictures of all
the demonstrators down here,

checking those
against our files.

You know what could've happened?

- What?
- They were after Sarejo,

but he made a mistake.

Well, that's a possibility.

Maybe the next thing
we ought to find out is

who had access to this place...

But I hope nobody expects
us to solve this overnight.

Oh, no, just your boss, my boss,

and the entire United
States Government.

What's goin' on in there?

You know I can't discuss
the trial with you, Quince.

All I want to know is when
are they gonna get to me.

Your guess is as good as mine.

The Judge and both attorneys
have been in conference

in chambers for the last hour.

Now, she just sent me out here

to see if you were still here.

I can assure you, gentlemen,

we've done everything we can

to establish adequate
security for President Sarejo

and his party during
their stay here.

Of course, we've had famous
and influential people here before

so we're well equipped
to handle the situation.

Have you had any
previous security problems?

No, nothing serious.

Not even when we had a
rock star here for minor surgery.

Of course, there were
thousands of fans outside

but not one of them
got through to him.

Of course, I managed
to get his autograph

for my niece Clara.

There was no other
access to the seventh floor

except this elevator?

No, none.

With all due respect,
what about your staff?

You know this is a big place.

You employ a lot of people.

How can you be sure
that they're all reliable?

Well, everyone with any access
or contact has been cleared

for security purposes.

They've all worked for the
hospital for at least three years,

and they've been
reviewed and recommended

by their superiors as
being dedicated employees.

On top of that, we ran

a standard background
check on each of them.

Are there any
anti-Sarejo sympathizers?

- Any members of
radical groups?
- Oh, no.

We made sure that no
one from Sarejo's country

was allowed to get clearance.

Why even if you got
past the guard downstairs,

you need an identity
badge to get past this point.

Listen, how about food?

They don't eat the same as
the rest of the hospital, do they?

Ah well, no. They're
paying for special privileges,

so they get them.

However, all the food
that is prepared on this floor

is prepared together and
then served at random,

so it's impossible to know
which dish is going to which room.

It's the same system they
use at presidential banquets.

Here you can see for yourself,

we try to make our patients
as comfortable as possible.

Now, most of them have relatives

or friends that want to stay,

so we've arranged
all of these rooms

in suites on the VIP floor.

VIP floor?

It looks more like an
excellent hotel than a hospital.

And then, finally,
President Sarejo has

his own personal bodyguard
and his security arrangements.

All right. Look, I'd like
to question all the staff

that was working this
floor at the time of death.

Now, is it possible
to get a list?

I've already asked the
floor nurse to prepare one.

And the physician
in charge of the case?

Well, he's brought his
own personal physician,

but the doctor who's going
to be performing the operation

is our chief of
surgery, Dr. Gordon.

Shall we see Dr. Gordon
later? See Sarejo now?

Good idea.

Thank you.

He loved his country so much.

He was strong.

A bit too idealistic, yes,

but he would have learned. He
would have been a fine leader.

Excuse me.

Marcos was like a brother to me.

You have the sympathy

of the entire United
States Government

and the investigation
is already under way.

Do you have any idea who
could have been responsible?

You have only to
look down there.

One of those cowards killed him.

Well, why would they
want Marcos dead?

They would do anything
to destroy my government.

You see, Marcos would
have provided a continuity

if anything were to go wrong
here and I were not to survive.

We have also
learned that the rebels

were planning an
assassination plot,

although we do
not know the details.

Well, if that's true,

then someone had to
have gotten through security.

I can assure you that
we are making every effort

to keep these people out.

You can't keep them out.

They're like vermin and you
should treat them as such.

In my country, we would have
lined them up against the wall...

Oh, yeah? Well, we don't
do that in this country.

That is exactly why you have

the kind of problems
you have in this country.

We don't call it a problem.

We call it "democracy."

Thank you very
much, Mr. President.

If there are any further
developments, we'll let you know.

Mr. Monahan, let's go.

Gentlemen,

I appreciate your
efforts very much.

You know, tact is
a wonderful thing.

You nearly severed diplomatic
relations for us in there.

- Was I that bad?
- You sure were.

Excuse me.

- Hmm, yes?
- May I speak with you, please?

Well, certainly.

In private.

Oh, sure.

As you can see,
my husband is set

in his opinion
about the radicals.

But they may not be the
only ones plotting against him.

What do you mean?

Gentlemen,

you must understand how
things are done in our country.

Only the strong survive.

That is how my husband
originally came into power.

Now, I'm afraid that someone
high in the government

may feel that his time has come.

Well, do you have any idea who?

Nothing specific.

But I do believe that's
why Marcos died.

Did your husband ever
give you any feelings

that he was
suspicious of anyone?

He is not a fool, gentlemen.

He suspects everyone.

That is why they
are all here with us.

He trusts no one

but my brother Lopez

to run the government
in his absence.

He is very much aware
of all their ambitions.

So far he has been able to
play one off against the other.

A masterful
politician, my husband.

Until now.

Gentlemen, I fear for his life.

And mine.

Any luck with the tests, Sam?

No. There just doesn't
seem to be anything to find.

Well, maybe this'll
tell us something.

Forensic laboratories...

Oh, Dr. Quincy, Hi...

Oh, yeah, hold on a second.

Quincy? How's it goin'?

It isn't.

I'm still waiting to testify. I don't
know what's going on in there,

but I'm getting ready to...

Now, listen, you take it easy.

You'll earn more trouble with
that Judge than you already have.

I know. Listen, I
just called to find out

how you're coming along
on that diplomatic case.

Not too well.

We can't seem to
get a handle on it.

Well, has the analysis on the
stomach contents come in yet?

I'll put Sam on.
He's handling that.

Quincy wants to know
about the stomach analysis.

- Yeah, Quince.
- Sam, any pill residue?

No, there wasn't anything in it

except the partially
digested food from his dinner.

But the degree of
digestion indicated

that he died within a
couple of hours after eating.

If he had taken a
sedative after dinner,

there should have been
some pill residue left.

Right. The only way
there wouldn't be

is if he took something
to sleep before he ate.

And why would he do that?

Sam,

concentrate on that
sedative. I think that's the clue.

Right.

Talk to you later.

What's going on?

What happens?

Another heart attack. It
was too late to save him.

Well, who was it?

Fernandez.

I think we should
all leave at once.

We are nothing but
sitting ducks here.

Please, General, keep your head.

That's exactly
what I'm trying to do.

There's nothing to worry about.

We've doubled our securities to
make sure that nothing else happens.

Exactly how good are your
assurances, Lieutenant?

Dr. Allermo,

What if I were to leave now

without the operation?

I don't want to lie
to you, my friend.

Your condition is serious.

More than serious.

It may become inoperable.

Every day now counts.

I have asked my own physician.

Dr. Allermo?

I am afraid you will not survive

without the operation.

Then we shall stay.

We'll operate tomorrow.

I'll make the arrangements.

This is not wise.

I'm leaving immediately
for San Luis.

No! You will not leave.

You will stay here and then
we will all go home together.

I don't believe it. Two
deaths, almost identical,

and we don't know
what caused them.

Well, the only thing
we've got to work on

is the same mild
trace of a sedative.

That has to be important.

It didn't help us the last time.

Yeah.

I sure wish Quincy was here.

No offense, Doctor.

Sam, I wish Quincy
were here too.

Well, absence does
make the heart grow fonder.

It's nice to be
appreciated for a change.

What a terrible
thing to say to me.

As if I didn't
appreciate your work.

What are you doing here?
How is the trial going?

They don't hold night
court on felony cases.

Night court? It's that late?

Well, how's the trial going?

Are you kidding? I'm spending
more time waiting to testify

than Moran is gonna
spend after they convict him.

I heard about your
second casualty.

Yeah, we're really
stumped, Quince.

All we've got is the same
symptoms as before.

Quincy, I don't
want you to object,

but we're just going
to have to send

a report to the
government, inconclusive.

I guess so.

Unless you want to take a
look, as long as you're here.

You want me to work all night?

I didn't say work all night.
I said just take a look.

Yeah, but if I take a look,
that means I'm gonna be here.

Now, you're putting
words in my mouth.

It's only gonna take a second.

I mean, an experience
eye like yours,

your instincts
that are so superb.

But I'm tired.

You know, I've recommended you
for a raise since that long weekend.

Okay, okay. I'll do it.

He thinks he conned me. I
was going to do it, anyway.

I'll get in my greens.

Right.

What are you doing, Quince?

Well, there's nothing wrong with
the heart or the lungs themselves.

Maybe we're looking
in the wrong place.

I wanna take a look at the
nerves of the spinal cord.

After all, they signal
the lungs to work.

Yeah, that's the only body
fluid we haven't examined yet.

The cerebrospinal fluid.

- Sam...
- Hmm.

Sam, are my eyes going bloodshot

or is that fluid tinged?

It sure is tinged.

Only thing that
could do that is blood.

But how? There would have
to be a wound somewhere.

Let's take a closer look.

There.

There it is, Sam.

A tiny cisturnal puncture
at the base of the brain.

Someone must have
given him an injection there

and nicked a tiny vein

that bled into the
cerebrospinal fluid.

I'd better run a tox
on the fluid right away.

Maybe we can find out
what he was injected with.

All right.

Meanwhile, I'm gonna
check out the first body,

see if I can find
a similar wound.

Monahan, good news.

We found out what killed them.

It was a shot of lidocaine

given between the base of
the skull and the first vertebra.

You mean that's what
did it. An injection?

That's right, and it
wasn't easy to find.

See, lidocaine kills
almost instantly,

so there's no trace
of it in the blood

because it doesn't
have time to circulate.

Well, I don't understand.
Why didn't Quincy find this?

Well, it was done
with a very fine point,

and the injection site was
in a hair follicle in the scalp.

If we hadn't known
what we were looking for,

we never would have found it

and we wouldn't have
found the second sight,

if there hadn't been some
bleeding in the cerebrospinal fluid,

Hmm, that sounds
pretty sophisticated.

Whoever did this must have
had some kind of medical training.

It isn't easy to hit
a mark like that.

Okay, Asten, thanks a
lot. We'll get right on it.

Right.

Did you hear that?

Somebody with medical expertise.

Mmm-hmm.

In a hospital that
could be a lot of people.

That orderly that just
got in the elevator,

you better check on him.

Yeah, this is security,
seventh floor...

It's comin' right down.

Hold it. Let me see your badge.

Hold it! Stop or I'll shoot.

And there it is, here.

The police spotted
it and called it in.

He said the license
plates match the one

that left the
hospital last night.

Did you get it traced?

Yeah, a woman called in,

said she reported it stolen

from a supermarket
five days ago.

- Did you find anything?
- Not much.

Some cigarette
butts in the ashtray,

some Kleenex under
the seats, a quarter,

probably there from the owner.

You get any prints?

Wiped clean.

A little bit of blood
here on the seat.

I guess the security
guard hit him after all.

Make sure that blood sample goes
to the Medical Examiner's office.

Right.

You know what's strange?

The blood's still wet
like the guy just left.

The engine's cold.

Hey, look at this.

Something on the brake pedal.

We better take this in.

Well, there's not enough of that
red material to work with here.

You mean you
can't tell what it is?

It's too thin a layer
on the brake pedal.

Well, wait a minute.

Do you remember the
duck hunter shooting?

No, I don't.

When Quince barely had a
grain of gunpowder to work with?

You mean the university's
reactor, neutron activation analysis.

- Right.
- Well, that's my next step.

Oh, what's that?

It's a way of determining
elemental make up

of the most minute particle.

They've identified the elements
down to a millionth of a percent

in a sample no bigger
than a dot over an "i."

Can you get it?

Oh, we'll get it. Don't worry.

I wonder what
it'll cost this year?

Yes, we have some leads from
the car, but we're still waiting.

Yes, we'll keep you Informed.
Thank you very much.

Who was that?

Stuart. He thinks
everything will go faster

because the State
Department's involved.

- Excuse me.
- Yeah.

Dr. Asten sent this over.

It's the report
from the university.

Oh, thanks, Brill.

There was paint on
the pedal. Red paint.

That's a big help.

Let me see.

Yes.

That's a match for the paint

that the city uses to paint
their no parking zones.

And that's unique.

- What?
- Yeah.

If that's true...

Listen, it's a long shot,

if we could find out where
the city painted those curbs...

Let's hope they
weren't too busy.

Okay, now, the circle
with the "X" indicates

where the curb was painted red

within the right time period.

And we can consider ourselves
fortunate there are not more of them.

Even so, we're gonna have
to have a lot of manpower

to cover this area fast.

How's he doing?

Not good.

The wound's small, but
the bleeding won't stop.

There must be
something in there.

- All right, freeze!
- Hold it!

You move, you're dead.

All right, now...

One at a time. Towards the door.

It's alright. Go on.

All right lady, let's go.

They got enough weapons
here to start their own country.

This guy's not doing well.

Get us an ambulance, will ya?

Well, what have we got here?

What?

Syringes.

That's how he did it.

It's gotta be.

Do you know him?

Is this your boyfriend?

Do you speak English?

Niven, it's gotta be.

Hold it.

That's how he got
past the security guards.

Forgery.

Dr. Allermo?

Ah, yes, nurse?

I was wondering why you
were here so early and all.

President Sarejo is my patient.

I'm checking on the equipment.

His life may depend on it.

Isabella...

Everything will be all right.

I'm sure it will.

You have the best doctors
in the world with you.

Pray for me.

Every minute.

I will see you...

Soon.

Still twistin' in the wind, huh?

That judge, she's doing
it to me on purpose.

Come on now, Quincy.

Sit down, relax. You
got the case wrapped up.

It was solved just like that?

- What happened?
- Here, here.

Look, I got a
sandwich for both of us.

Now, eat and I'll fill you in.

I'm not hungry. What happened?

Okay, we got lucky.

We located that phony
orderly and his gang

but, to put the lid on it,
he was a medical student

and they're in jail, all
except the orderly, that is.

He got away?

No.

Dead on arrival at the hospital.

Dead on arrival?

How'd he die?

Gunshot wound.

You know, Quincy? I've
been a cop a long time.

I've seen a lot.

But it's the first
time I've ever seen

a guy bleed to death

from a gunshot wound to the arm.

What's the matter?

- Where you going?
- Gonna call Sam.

Lab, Fujiyama.

- Hi, Sam.
- Hi, Quince. You through yet?

No. Listen, that phony orderly,
the one who was shot in the arm.

You do an autopsy on him yet?

Yeah, we just finished.

Find anything strange?

Quince, I don't know how
you do it, but we sure did.

Like what?

Well, he had a really
superficial gunshot wound

but toxicology showed the
guy was loaded with heparin.

He bled to death before
anyone could stop it.

Thank you, Sam.

Okay, Monahan, lunch is over.

- Yeah? Where're we going?
- Tell you on the way.

Dr. Quincy? They're
ready for you now.

Good. We're doing fine.

Sponge.

That's not enough. Give
him a little suction here.

Vital signs are fine.

Blood pressure 137 over 85.

Pulse 76.

The rhythm looks good.

Fine.

Sponge.

Is he in surgery already?

For the last half
hour. What've you got?

Well, the blood sample
from the attendant

showed a lethal dose
of an anti-coagulant.

Somebody could
be using it to kill.

Sponge.

Three hemostats.

Pull up on the retractor
a little bit more, Frank.

Sponge.

What's his pressure?

136 over 86,

vital signs are
stable, no arrhythmia.

Well?

So far so good.

A little bit more...

Good, that gives me a
little bit better exposure.

I've got a couple of
small bleeders here.

Sponge.

Give me a mosquito clamp.

Hold that.

A mosquito.

We're getting a lot of oozing.

Suction.

Get a tie around this clamp.

We're getting bleeding.

Increase the coag level.

It doesn't seem to want to quit.

What's going on?

What's his pressure?

117 over 61.

Get a blood sample to the lab.

We have to know what's
interfering with coagulation.

Pulse is going up.

Sponge.

- Yes.
- This is Dr. Quincy.

I'm with the Medical
Examiners Office.

Now, I don't have proof,

but I have reason to believe
the cause of the hemorrhage

in your patient is heparin.

I think it's being
introduced by the IV system.

I'll tell Dr. Gordon
immediately.

Pressure is 100 over 60.

He's probably volume depleted.

Give him some more whole blood.

There's a doctor upstairs who
says there's heparin in the IV bag.

Get me a fresh IV bag and
get it right away, nurse, please.

This is the new IV system
Dr. Gordon requested.

Prolomine sulfate, Doctor.
100 milligrams, please.

We're getting coagulation.

What's his pressure?

Pressure 122 over 66.

Vital signs stable, Dr. Gordon.

Condition stabilized.

All right, I'll
need two staples.

Scissors.

Kelley...

How the hell did an
anti-coagulant get into an IV bag?

Somebody probably injected it
through the port before surgery.

Who would have had access?

Nobody on my staff.

Dr. Allermo was here.

I saw you in there
before surgery.

What are you talking about?

As a matter of fact,
I saw you at IV bags.

I was protecting the
safety of my patient.

I was just examining
your surgical setups.

He threw something
into the hamper.

- In here?
- Yes.

And what does that prove?

If I find your
fingerprints on this

and heparin in this syringe,
you're in a lot of trouble.

You forget that I'm protected
by diplomatic immunity.

And how about our
country, Dr. Allermo?

How would you escape
punishment there?

Why, Allermo?

How could you kill
Marcos and Fernandez?

How could you
hope to take power?

It wasn't power I wanted.

Lopez promised me fortunes.

It was Lopez who wanted to rule.

Well, Sarejo's all patched
up and gone home.

With no political upheavals.

Well, I think we all
did a perfectly fine job.

Well, here's to the only
one's who are not here,

Quincy and Monahan.

Hear, hear.

There he is.

Give me a drink.
I wanna join them.

Quincy, what
happened at the trial?

Oh, the trial. Well, it's over.

Mmm, that looks good.
Can I have a little piece?

Well, did they find
Moran innocent or guilty?

Guilty. Guilty they found him.

So why is he so unhappy?

Because they sentenced him too.

They gave Moran eight years,

gave Quincy three
days for contempt.

- Oh.
- Boy,
she really gave it to him.

You mean you're gonna
miss three work days?

No.

I'm gonna have to serve
'em on consecutive Sundays.