Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 5, Episode 4 - Never a Child - full transcript

People do not jump
off buildings, backwards.

She'd just seen Uncle
Harry pick up another little girl.

There are children out there, literally
thousands of them being destroyed.

They simply do not qualify.

Why would anybody be using
testosterone on a topical preparation?

I have to know who
you sold this cream to.

He's a movie producer.

I gotta stop him before
he does any more damage.

Kiddie porn is worth
real bucks over there now.

I'll even throw in the kid.

There's a little kid out
there, that's in a lot of danger.



I want you to find her for me.

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Coming in to Hollywood.

Hollywood Depot.

East bound, number 1400 now
boarding for Flagstaff, Arizona

and all points in between.

East bound, number 1400 now
boarding for Flagstaff, Arizona

and all points in between.

Hey, how you doing, little lady?

Listen, you must he pretty
hungry. I make a dynamite lasagna.

You need a place to stay?

No, it's okay. I've got a place.



There you are, my dear.

We were beginning to worry.

Last call for North
bound, number 507,

leaving for Oxnard, Santa
Barbara, San Luis Obispo,

Salina, San Jose
and San Francisco.

Last call for North
bound, number 507...

I think you've got me
mixed up with someone else.

Oh, no. Don't worry.

I just wanted to scare off that character.
This part of town is crawling with 'em.

By the way, do you
have a place to stay?

No.

I had a child who was
hurt by one of those people.

It would make me
feel a lot better to know

that your first night
in LA was a safe one.

I don't know.

Trust me.

Okay? Come on.

I'll take this.

There we go, there we go, right.

Final call for East
bound bus, number 6701.

Leaving for El Paso,
Texas and point...

Open Shelter.

Carol. It's me, Sophie.
I saw him again.

He's got a kid.
We've gotta stop him.

Okay, try to be
calm. You saw who?

Harry. Uncle Harry.

He just picked up a little girl
about 12, right here at the bus depot.

Sophie, is she still with him?

Yes! He left the depot with her.

Oh, God, Carol, call
someone, please.

Sophie! Sophie!

Sophie!

I knew it was you.

You've been following
me, haven't you, Sophie?

No. It's not like that.

Don't lie to me. You've
been following me.

Next, you'll be telling.

Or maybe you've already told.

No, never. I'd...

Get away from me.
Don't. Don't touch me.

Hi.

I'm glad you kept the door locked.
It's a dangerous neighborhood.

Make a note, Sam.

This hair from the right temporal
region has some substance on it.

We better analyze it.

Also the stuff I took
from under her fingernails.

Do you think the minor bruises
on her cheek will show something?

Well, they're isolated from
the primary area of trauma.

Sure fits nice.

Squeezed between the
thumb and the fingers.

Yeah, skin is dry. Should
be ideal to lift a print.

The laser's all set up.

- Hit the lights, Sam.
- Right.

Look at that baby glow.

I told Asten all this science
fiction stuff would pay off.

Without the filter.

With the filter.

Perfect set of fingerprints.

Fractured clavicle, bilateral
anterior rib fractures,

massive trauma to the skull with basal egg
shell fractures extending to the vertex.

Any tox results yet?

I gave Mark the blood
samples. He's running them now.

Do you think the fingerprint
on face means anything?

Well, I sure hope so.

Sam, how old do
you think this girl was?

I'd say about nineteen.

You should take a look
at the wall of the uterus.

So many false penetrations.

A botched abortion, all right.

Maybe more than one.

The scar tissue's at
least five years old.

Pregnant and under
the knife of some butcher

at thirteen, maybe
fourteen years old.

How many times
have we seen that?

There's something strange, Sam.

Hmm?

These scrapes.

Symmetrical abrasions
on both calves.

Couldn't have been
sustained on impact.

Not the way the body hit.

Doctor Quincy.

There's a woman in the viewing
room ready to identify the Jane Doe.

Thanks, Pete.

Have Ed set up the
body for viewing, will you?

Right.

I'm Doctor Quincy.

Carol Trager. Can
we get this over with?

Yeah, go ahead, Ed.

It's Sophie.

Just the way you
turn off a TV set.

I know this is a bad time,

but I'd like to ask you
some questions about her.

Why wasn't anyone asking the
questions about her yesterday,

or last week, or last year when
it could've done some good?

Why did she have to die before
anyone noticed she was ever alive?

I'm sorry.

Save your obligatory
condolences, Doctor Quincy.

If you want to do something for her,
then find the bloodsucker that killed her!

Why do you think
she was murdered?

I don't think, I know.

I run a shelter in
Hollywood for runaways.

Sophie's been working there as a
volunteer for the past several months,

and she's been
helping me out a lot.

Well, the police think she
might have been a prostitute.

Once a hooker, always a hooker,
as far as "The Man" is concerned.

Actually, she hasn't been on
the streets for several months now.

The problem started a long
time before that, Doctor Quincy.

She came here at the age of sixteen, ran
away, had dreams of becoming an actress.

A man by the name of Uncle Harry
picked her right up in the bus station

and put her in
pornographic films.

She hadn't seen Uncle Harry
for five years until last night.

What makes you think
she saw him last night?

She called me.

It was late, about
after midnight.

She said she'd just
seen Uncle Harry again.

Watched him pick up another little girl,
about twelve, in the very same bus depot.

She was really shaken.

She never finished
the conversation.

Miss Trager.

I know you're not gonna
believe me, but I agree with you.

If this Uncle Harry
did it, we'll get him.

And we'll get him before he
hurts that little girl, I promise you.

Quincy, are you aiming for homicide
on this Sophie Thomas case?

I have to. It's kind
of open and shut.

See, she struggled
with somebody.

We found human hair and
human skin under her nails.

Secondly, we found slight bruises
on her cheeks which revealed

clearly defined fingerprints.

We sent the photos of the prints on to
Washington for possible identification.

Then I sent Sam over
to check out the building.

The side she went over
had a sixteen-inch parapet.

The abrasions on the backs of
her legs matched that height exactly.

So?

Don't you see?

She must have hacked up and
scraped her legs on the retaining wall

an instant before she
went over the edge.

But she could have made contact
with the building on the way down.

It's not possible.

Sam said the roof had
a substantial overhang.

There was nothing
to hit but the ground.

And people do not jump
off buildings backwards.

You're right, they
don't. Okay, go with it.

- Oh, Doctor Asten.
- Uh-oh.

Looks like Grand
Central Station.

Hey, Quincy. That hooker last
night, which way does the wind blow?

Toward murder.

Oh. Anything me and
the boys can work with?

Well, I lifted some fingerprints
off her neck, sent it to the FBI.

FBI.

You know, you make
me feel unneeded.

Well, don't.

I'm gonna lean on you
more than I ever have.

There's a little kid out
there that's in a lot of danger.

I want you to find her for me.

Oh, I've never seen
anything so beautiful.

Not in my whole life!

We'll take the dress as well.

Your niece is a very lucky girl.

Bus number 618, arriving from
Bakersfield at gate seven-A.

My men just talked
to the two ticket guys.

Nobody remembers
the pick-up or the hooker.

You'd have to shoot a cannon
off in here to be remembered.

I just wanted to see for myself.

See what?

If I've been wearing
blinkers. And I have.

How many times have I
looked at this and never seen it?

How many runaways a year
are in this country, a million?

And more and more come
in to Los Angeles every year.

Fifteen to fifty thousand,
depending on who you talk to.

You know what burns me up?
A guy gets off a bus, he's lost.

There's a Travelers Aid to
tell him how to get to Pasadena.

A little girl gets off the
bus. She's lost, really lost!

There's nobody to help her.

The only ones who treat them as
though they're not invisible are the pimps

and the exploiters and
the porno film merchants.

No wonder the kids
gravitate towards them!

Quincy, just don't blame it on the
cops. We got an impossible situation here.

You know, about six months
ago I picked up a little girl here.

Reminded me of my granddaughter.
She was only about twelve years old.

I got her some decent food, brought
her in on a six-o-one, runaway.

So anyway, I called her parents
to tell them I had their little one.

You know what they told me?

They said, "Keep her, we
don't want her," and hung up.

But if she was underage, they
had to take her back, by law!

Quincy, what good would that do?
Send her back where she wasn't wanted,

where all the trouble started.

You want to come with me?

- Where?
- The Open Shelter
that Carol runs.

Maybe she's got some answers.

Why not.

I want to see you at the same
time next week, all right, Lyla?

Wow, did you see the
way she looked at me?

Girls are a little short
on trust, aren't they?

Well, I'm a little surprised
to see you myself.

Oh, this is Lieutenant Monahan.

- We've met.
- We have?

A while back, officially.

Oh, well, see, I
brought him along.

I figured we'd both see
how the operation works.

Okay, you want to come this
way and I'll show you inside.

Doctor Quincy, I'm sorry I
jumped on you the other day.

I just feel responsible
for Sophie's death.

Well, you shouldn't. And I certainly
can't blame you for being mad.

- You had a right to
raise a lot of hell.
- Hmm.

Doctor Quincy, Lieutenant Monahan,
I want you to meet Father Hamilton.

How do you do, Father?

- Call me Tony.
- Okay.

Tony.

Tony helps us out
during the days.

Without his help, this place
would literally fall apart.

I try to keep the
ceiling off the floor.

Carol deserves all the
credit for her Open Shelter.

You know, Quincy tells me you've
got the only no-questions-asked shelter

for the young runaways in town.

The only one in
the whole county.

There are a few beds in Hermosa
Beach and Santa Monica, but...

And six in Pasadena.

But we're the only facility
where it's really needed most,

right here in the
heart of Hollywood.

That's all there is? How
many kids do you turn away?

We never turn them away. We talk
to them and feed them when we can.

If you could see the
desperation on their faces...

Well, is there any way
to expand this place?

This place is holding on by
the skin of its teeth, as it is.

What do you mean?

The owner wants to sell.

We have something like two weeks

to get up a down payment
or we lose it altogether.

He's been very nice. He's
offered us first dibs, but...

Well, how do you support it now?

Private donations, mainly,

and Tony nicks from the
collection plate on Sundays.

We don't receive a
dime of public money.

What about Social Services?

Aren't they supposed to
subsidize community care facilities?

Doctor Quincy, we have
an open door policy here.

We're here to help kids even if
it's before they get into trouble.

They way the system is set up,

it discriminates against kids who
have not come up against the law.

That's terrific!

We're telling the kids, we can't help
you unless you go out and commit a crime!

But if we just housed
kids who had been

busted and then referred
to us by the courts,

then we'd be eligible
for public money, maybe.

Don't look at me. I don't
like it anymore than you do.

Well, it is ridiculous!

Suppose the medical profession
had never heard of prevention!

Carol, how much money you
need to keep this place going?

Only twenty thousand dollars.

And you can't raise it?

We can't even raise
twenty thousand bottle caps.

Sam, these samples of the
roofing material you picked up

match what we found
on back of the girl's legs.

There's no doubt about it now.

Well, that means she had to
have fallen backwards off that roof.

And most likely
she got some help.

Any word from Washington
on those fingerprints?

Not yet, Quince. I'll
check again this afternoon.

- Keep pushing, will you, Sam?
- Right.

If Sophie was right, that man's
about to destroy another child.

What about that substance
we found under her fingernails?

I'll take some more tests.

Why, can't find anything?

No, I'm finding everything.

Here, take a look at
this chromatograph.

Wow! It looks like a
chemical bouillabaisse!

How long would it take
you to identify each fraction?

Well, I'm halfway there.

I'd like to check some of
those on the mass spectrometer

and check it
against the library.

We'll divide the
unknown fractions.

Right.

For the little girl's sake, I
hope it points to his identity.

- So there's our
bouillabaisse recipe, huh?
- Mmm-hmm.

Except for that last fraction, which we
haven't identified yet, that's all of it.

In addition to the chemicals,

we've come up with some interesting
compounds, haven't we, Sam?

Eucalyptus oil, apricot oil,
spearmint oil, sesame oil.

- Could be an edible.
- I don't think so.

Whoever grabbed Sophie's hair,

I think, was wearing some
kind of an ointment, a cosmetic.

Okay. I'll see if I can run down

any commercial preparations
with those ingredients.

And try to identify
that last fraction.

Oh, will do. Where
are you off to?

Could be a brick wall.
It's called Social Services.

I'm sure you'll appreciate how
limited my time is, Doctor Quincy.

I squeezed you in as a special
favor for my good friend, Doctor Asten.

- How about some coffee?
- Oh, thanks. Yeah.

Well, I'll be as brief as possible,
Mr. Girard. There's only two questions.

First, maybe you can tell me

why there are virtually no facilities
for runaway children in Hollywood,

and secondly, why this
department isn't supporting

the one shelter that does exist?

Oh, not so fast, Doctor Quincy.

- Cream and sugar?
- No, thank you.

One thing at a time.

I'm afraid I think you're a
little out of your element.

Asten tells me you're a
first-rate medical examiner,

but you don't know the first thing
about the operation of this department.

I'm sure willing to learn, sir.

Well, in order for us to provide
subsidies for so-called shelters,

our mandate stipulates that
we meet certain requirements.

- Like what?
- Oh, regulations.

For instance, each child
must be examined by a doctor,

there must be a licensed
social worker on hand,

and each facility must
be economically viable.

Economically viable? If
they're economically viable,

why would they
need your support?

Well, we're not interested in
funding any fly-by-night crash pads.

Is that all?

Not quite.

Each shelter must be
licensed by the state.

Now, you'll have to ask
them on their requirements.

Mr. Girard, I don't if
you realize it or not,

but there are children out
there, literally thousands of them,

that are slipping through the cracks of
your impenetrable, complicated maze,

and as a result are
being destroyed!

They simply do not qualify.

So they're not your concern.

No, they're not.

Okay, okay, let's
cut through the bull.

Open Shelter needs twenty grand
to stay in the building they're in.

You gonna give it to them?

I'm afraid not.

Doctor Quincy, you may not be aware of
it, the woman who operates Open Shelter

and her renegade priest are
not what everyone considers

a good influence
on young children.

Oh.

So, there's snobbery and
prejudice involved in this, huh?

Let me tell you something,
Mr. Girard. You couldn't kiss their toes!

You sit behind that desk, fine-tuning
your mumbo-jumbo regulations,

while they're out doing what this
top-heavy bureaucracy should be doing.

You dare to bad mouth them?

I can see that we're at
impossible odds on this.

But we don't have to be.
Give them the twenty grand!

My hands are tied.

I'd say that your best chance
is a special appropriation.

You might try the City Council.

They just broke precedent and voted
funds for a shelter for battered women.

Oh, I'll bet when they did
that, it cost you a week's sleep.

It's not like we started
doing business yesterday.

Your business has
gone sour, Simpy.

You keep bringing us the
same dames over and over.

That's all gonna be different.
I... I just need a small advance.

A few grand.

I ain't got money to throw away.

Rudy, listen to me.

We been friends
a long time, right?

I'm in some trouble.

I might have to get out
of the country, and fast.

If you can help me out, we
can start this film tomorrow.

This kid I got
is real beautiful.

Listen, this movie will be worth its
weight in gold when I get to Europe.

- She's willing to do it?
- Yeah.

Willing to go for rough stuff?

All you want.

The real thing, nothing faked.

Listen, I just need this
kid for this one picture.

I don't care what
happens after that.

What's in it for me?

You give me my advance, right? The
equipment, the use of the apartment.

You keep a print.

Sell it, I don't care what
you do with it over here.

The only thing I'm interested
in is the European market.

Kiddie porno's worth
real bucks over there now.

What do you say, Rudy?

I'll even throw in the kid.

You got a deal.

Our new friend, Amanda,
is looking a little hesitant.

I hate to think of her leaving
so soon after her arrival.

I wish she would leave.

Shut up, Terry. Don't
you start in again.

I need your help.
I'm in kind of a bind.

Well, we've all
got our problems.

You looking to add to yours?

What do you want?

I want you to be
big sister to Amanda.

I want you to win
her confidence.

She's a new runaway, she needs somebody
to hang on to, someone she can trust.

Let her go.

I can't.

I'm in trouble.

Big trouble.

But she's my ticket out of it.

Well, I don't want to
have anything to do with it.

You what?

Look, who do you
think you're talking to?

You owe me, remember.

I never heard you complain about the
steaks and the wine and the nice clothes.

I met you, you were a two-bit
hooker working lice ridden motels.

I made you respectable,
I gave you all this.

Now I'm calling back the favor.

I'm broke.

The rent on this place
alone is killing me.

I'm not letting you
off the hook, baby.

No way.

Hi, there.

Hi, Terry.

Mind if I sit down?

You seem a little down.

I guess a little bit.

You must have had a pretty
good reason to run away.

Well, whatever it is, you
sure came to the right place.

Uncle Harry's a real nice guy.

There's nothing he
wouldn't do for you.

I know he's nice, and all.

Nobody's ever bought
me clothes like that.

They're yours to keep, too.
You should see my closet.

Are you married to him?

Well, no.

Engaged?

Yeah.

You're not scared, are you?

A little bit.

Of Uncle Harry?

No, I just don't know
what I'm gonna do.

It's my first time away from home,
except for field trips and things.

Well, think of this
as a field trip of sorts.

Maybe I should call home
and let my mom know I'm okay.

Is that all that's
bothering you?

I tell you what,
I'll call your mom,

and I'll say that I'm your friend, and I'll
let her know that you're in tip-top shape

and that she shouldn't worry.

And that way, you won't
get yelled at or anything,

and your mom will
know everything's cool.

Would you do that for me?

Sure.

You'll be like my little sister.

Gotta take care of family.

Thanks.

Zap. You wanna race? Four
laps. Loser's gotta make lunch.

- Okay, but you gotta
give me a heads start.
- Sure.

Okay. On your mark, get set, go!

Well, I wish I could
help you some more,

but I put the word out on the street about
Uncle Harry, and nothing's come back.

I keep thinking
about that little girl

Sophie saw being
picked up at the bus depot.

She could be any one of
these and we'd never know it.

Oh, that's unlikely.

That guy is not gonna
let her out of his sight,

at least for the first
seventy-two hours,

because that's more
or less the critical period.

What about if we
get to her before that?

Then maybe we have a
chance to turn her around.

Boy, I wish someone had
gotten to me that quickly.

But I can't complain.

I found a shelter in New
York with a real nice guy,

and I tell you, if it wasn't for
him, I never would have made it.

What about the twenty grand...

Were you able to raise it?

Nineteen thousand,
five hundred more to go.

Hey, Mister, can you
spare some change?

Don't your folks give you any?

Are you kidding?

Where do you live?

What's it to you?

I mean, do you have a
family? Do you live at home?

My friends are my family. Hey,
look, do I get the bread or not?

When's the last time
you had a decent meal?

What is he, a religious fanatic?

No, just nosey.

Here's twenty.

Thanks.

I've heard of soft touches,
but that's ridiculous.

Please, let's forget it.

I've got an appointment
with Councilman Becker.

You know, this is his district.

He's Chairman of the
Appropriations Board.

I've been trying to get to him for months!
Do suppose Tony and I could go with you?

- Be my guests.
- Great!

- Hey, Mister...
- Here's five,
save the routine.

What do you got there?

Uncle Harry bought me
another new dress. It's beautiful!

Oh, let me see!

Hmm. Yeah!

Hey, Terry, did you call my mom?

Yes, I did.

I called her this morning.

Well, what'd she say?

Well, she says that she's
glad that you're okay,

but that it isn't a very good
time to come home now,

because your father
is still mad at you.

You never did tell
me why you ran away.

It's my dad.

I hate him.

He always treats me like a baby,
and he never lets me have any fun.

I can't stand it.

He drinks a lot.
Mom does, too, now.

I had to do just about
everything for my little brother.

I had to feed him
and get him dressed.

And if I said anything,
my father hit me.

Did he make a pass at you?

A pass?

Yeah, you know, a play.

Amanda, did he ever try
to take advantage of you?

I don't think so.

But I just couldn't take it
anymore. I had to get away!

I understand, kid.

Amanda, why don't you
try on your new dress?

All right. Oh, are you still
going to take me to the movies?

Well, I sure am.

I'm sure I don't
have to remind you

that the City long ago turned over its
social service functions to the County.

The County is so bogged
down with regulations,

it's like trying to get
a dinosaur to roll over.

Well, what do you want me to do?

For openers, we have a landlord
breathing down our necks, ready to sell

our place out from under us unless we
come up with twenty thousand dollars.

Eighteen thousand, seven
hundred and twenty dollars.

We have been getting
some private help.

Well, it's still a lot of money.

The property tax initiative has left
us with very little discretionary funding.

When's the last time you took a
stroll down Hollywood Boulevard?

I mean, have you taken a
good look at those kids lately?

I am very aware of the problem.

If you're aware of the problem, why
haven't you done something about it?

For six months I've been
trying to get into this office.

Never once has my phone call been returned,
and I'd like to know why, Mr. Becker.

Miss Trager,

if I personally responded to every cry
for help that came through this office,

then I'm afraid other
matters, important matters,

would come to a grinding halt.

Councilman Becker,

a short while ago an eleven-year-old
girl came in to our shelter,

and she had been badly beaten because
she refused to pose for some photographs.

Now, we took her in, we counseled
her, and in this particular case,

reunified her with her parents.

Now, I'm just curious what matters you
would consider more important than that.

None, Father. None.

We have a meeting of the
Council in about an hour,

and I will put the question of emergency
funding for your shelter on the agenda.

- Thank you very much.
- Thank you.

Now, that doesn't mean there'll
be any money forthcoming,

but I'll do what I can.

Oh, you have any daughters, sir?

Yes, two.

- How old are they?
- Seven and ten.

Okay.

Testosterone?

Our last fraction.
And not just a trace.

That ointment was heavily
laced with male hormone.

Why would anyone be using
testosterone in a topical preparation?

I don't know. Maybe some
kind of rejuvenation cream.

- Rejuvenation?
- Yeah.

Listen, I want
you to check it out.

Find out which hospitals are
making testosterone available,

for research or whatever.

- Will do.
- And Sam,

time is our enemy.

We gotta stop him before
he does any more damage.

Right.

How are you coming along?

I'm almost done.
But why am I leaving?

Because you don't belong
here. I do, but you don't.

I don't understand.

And I hope you never do.

You know that phone
call I made to your mother?

- Yeah.
- Well, I never made it.

Things are gonna be lot better at home now.
A lot better than they are here, anyway.

And you gotta give
'em one more chance!

Now, I'm going to take you to the
bus station and you are going home!

And don't be so quick
to run away next time.

There is nothing
out there but trouble.

And I don't know what any of
us expect when we run away,

but it sure isn't what we find.

And all you have to do is
walk down to that boulevard

just to realize how
wrong we were.

- Here, take this.
- I don't need it.

Take it.

I wish you were my sister.

Amanda, didn't Terry
tell you the house rules?

I got kind of homesick.

Well, this is your home now.

At least for a couple of days.

Well, I tried to
get her to stay.

I told her how mad you'd
be if she didn't listen.

I know you put
her up to it, Terry.

If this is the way I get paid
for my gifts and kindnesses,

maybe I shouldn't
bother being so kind.

But that wouldn't
be Uncle Harry.

I'm gonna give you
another chance, Amanda.

We're gonna make a movie.

I don't know anything
about making movies.

That's what
makes it so exciting.

Doctor Quincy,

there's some people
here to see you.

Thanks, Pete. That's okay.

- How'd it go at
the City Council?
- They never brought it up.

- What do you mean?
- It was never even
put on the agenda.

It's par for this course.

- How about your landlord?
- Oh, he kept his word.

The deadline went by at noon.

He sold the place to a man who couldn't
wait to give the world another parking lot.

We have thirty days to vacate.

Well, we'll see about that.

Oh, thanks a lot!

An hour after your
Council meeting adjourned,

the building that houses
Open Shelter was sold!

I'm sorry to hear that.

Look, I polled every Council
member before the session,

and there was no way that you
were gonna get any of the money,

- so I never presented it.
- But you promised!

I know, but to have kept my promise
and to have failed wouldn't have served

either one of us
very well, would it?

Now, let me make you a
promise I think I can keep.

It'll also get me off the
hook on something else.

Mr. Becker, to
tell you the truth,

I'm not interested in
getting you off the hook.

- I wanna help those kids!
- I know that! I know that, Quincy.

Now, will you please sit
down and hear me out?

Please? Thank you.

Now, some years ago there
was an old house that was

presented to the City as a gift.

We'd planned to tear it down.

But a big brouhaha developed about it
being a historical landmark, or something.

D.W. Griffith or somebody
blew his nose in it once.

Now, what if the City turned this old
house over to the Open Shelter, huh?

Providing it's all spruced
up and maintained properly.

- You mean, give it to them?
- Yeah.

- With no strings?
- With no strings.

I think that's terrific!

Good!

- Thank you!
- Good.

Oh, listen, well, there is the
matter of the insurance money.

What insurance?

Well, to qualify for County money,
you gotta have liability insurance.

Yeah? How much?

Oh, Carol said about
three grand, that's all.

Three grand, three grand.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.

All right, I think I can
push that amount through.

- Oh, thank you, thank you.
- Okay...

Oh, of course, there is the
matter of front money, see.

- Front money?
- Well,
they're moving into new digs.

What with painting and
curtains and shades...

All right, all right! Just
a minute now, Quincy.

You know, I've already gotten
into trouble with you once

by promising more than
I could deliver, but, uh...

- But, you see...
- All right, all right! Please,

I'll try.

Thank you.

I really will try this time.

Hey, I believe you!

Lab. Fujiyama.

What do ya got for me, Sam?

I wish I had better
news, Quince.

Why, what's the matter?

The FBI couldn't
identify those prints.

They checked it out
against their alias file

with the name "Uncle
Harry", but nothing showed.

I can't believe that
murderer has a clean record.

But when we do find him, those
prints are gonna nail him to the wall!

Every lead I checked out on
testosterone use has dead-ended.

Nobody, so far, is
mixing it with these herbs.

Sam, I think you
just hit on something.

I did?

Yeah, herbs. A few
months ago, in the paper,

this strong man, the
Public Health Department

went after him because he was
monkeying around with hormones.

He was selling an
ointment, remember?

Hey, Quince? Quince?

I never know when
the conversation's over.

The nice, pink
grapefruit, and some...

Yeah, I like those carrots.
They were nice and sweet.

A couple pounds more
of those Indian filberts...

Pardon me, sir. Pardon me.

Excuse me, I've
got a customer here.

Now, what can I do for you?

- You the strong guy?
- Uh, yeah.

How do you do?
You're the strong guy.

Yeah. I don't think I've
seen you in here before.

As a matter of fact, it's
the first time I've been here.

- Well, don't worry. It's not too late.
- Too late for what?

I call it my organic overhaul. I love
a good challenge early in the day.

I don't want to be overhauled.

Oh. Well, then, how
about a tune-up?

- On my car?
- It'll do wonders for you.

Restore that vitality you
thought was lost forever, huh?

Bring back some of that
tone to that flabby frame.

Take it easy, will you?

We'll start you on lecithin

and some Pro-powder and some
Mega-vitas with a little bee pollen.

- What's the bee pollen for?
- Crow's feet.

Crow's feet. Thanks. Look, I just
want to ask you a couple of questions.

Oh, look, if I gave away all that
wisdom I've accumulated over the years,

and told you how to look
and feel twenty years younger,

hey, I'd be out of business.

At least try the bee pollen.

Maybe you can help me.

Do you have something
that will take the lines away,

make me feel stronger,
more powerful?

Something with
testosterone in it?

Er...

Look, that's for my private
customers. What do you really want?

I'm from the County. I have to
know who you sold this cream to.

Listen, Mister, I don't have to take
this harassment. That cream works.

Look at me! Do I look
like a grandfather?

I can run circles around
most men half my age!

Beside, this has been through the
court. The formula's not dangerous!

No, but one of
your customers is.

Now, I have to know approximately
how many people you sold it to!

Not many. Like I said, it's for my
private customers. It's kind of expensive.

Give me a number. Two thousand,
four thousand, six... how many?

Two hundred and fifty.

It shouldn't be too
hard to remember.

A guy, with young girls, kids.

They called him Uncle Harry.

Oh, yeah. I know
him. Harry Simkins.

Yeah, he's a movie producer. Always
said he was gonna put me in a movie.

He always came in here with
a different girl. What about him?

I need his address.

I made a delivery once.

Yeah, here it is.
722, Malaga Drive.

- Thank you, Willy.
- Er...

That'll be a hundred bucks.

To tell you the truth, you
made me feel so good,

I don't need any of
this stuff anymore.

On the house.

You need it for the crow's feet.

Thanks a lot.

Police Officer, Ma'am. We'd
like to talk to Harry Simkins.

Oh, he's not here.

Well, it's important
that we find him.

Do you have any
idea where he is?

No, I don't.

Could we come in?

- I'm sorry, but...
- Ma'am,

we have a search warrant.

- Come on in.
- Thanks.

Look, honey, your
boyfriend, or whatever he is,

he's in a lot of trouble,

and it seems I'm looking at a
girl smart enough to know that.

I also think you
know where he is.

There's nothing to be
afraid of, believe me.

Could you two gentlemen give us a
couple of minutes alone together, please?

All right.

I was fifteen when I
first got off the bus here.

How old were you?

Look, if anything happens to Harry,
I'll have to go back out on the streets.

I only know how to do one thing.

Now, how do you know that?

Have you ever
tried anything else?

No.

But everybody always
told me that I couldn't.

Well, of course.

That's because the guys you were
with wanted to make you dependant

so they could use you.

Uncle Harry has her
with him, doesn't he?

Mmm.

Where are they?

How old is she,
twelve, thirteen?

You know how he could hurt her.

How many times did
he hurt you like that?

Right now, you're the
only friend she's got.

The only one that can help her.

Please, tell me where they are.

They're making a film.

I told him. I said,
"Don't do a kiddie porn,"

but he said that he
needed the money.

Where are they making it?

I know that they're at the
Grass Wood Apartments.

But I don't know which one.

When are we gonna start filming?
You've blown the circuit three times.

We start when the lights are right.
So we can get the best possible color.

Here they come.

Holy mackerel! Carol, did
she tell you which apartment?

- No.
- What do we do?

Well, we go door to door.

Door to door?

You kidding? Go door to door where they
could finish shooting Gone With The Wind

before we found them.

We're gonna make
a fortune with her.

Yeah, if you
ever get it on film.

Excuse me, is there
a Harry Simkins here?

Beat it, will you lady?
My wife's at home! Go!

Excuse me, do you know
a Harry Simkins, please?

What are you, a census
taker or some kind of nut?

Get out of here, I'm
watching The Gong Show!

Look, it's very important...

There goes the lights again.
Somebody keeps breaking that circuit.

Just when the girl was about
to play xylophone with her toes!

Where is your circuit breaker?

Around to the left,
downstairs on the first floor.

Oh, I owe you a
flashlight. Let's go!

What apartment
broke the circuit?

Which one do you
think? Three-seven-one.

He does it all the time with
these home-made movies.

This belongs to two-seventy.

Almost ready.

Kill it, Tarzan. Enough of the
push-ups. He's not the star here, she is.

Open the door, it's the police!

What'll we do?

We open the door.

- No!
- Get off me.

But they'll get me.

That's your problem.

Come in, come in!

Look, you're all just a little bit too
early for the 8:00 show, you know?

Maybe you want to come back
for the 12:00. I'm sorry about that.

I'll bet you are. Who are you?

- I'm an actor.
- Out.

- Hey, I am an actor...
- Out, Barrymore, out! Get 'em outta here.

- Okay, let's go, folks. You too, let's go.
- Out!

Are you okay?

Come on!

You guys do have a
search warrant, right?

You Harry Simkins?

- Me? No way.
- Where is he?

That search warrant
is for all the rooms.

Well, he's in there.

Hey, what're you
doing? Please don't!

What're you,
crazy? Hey, stop it!

Yeah, come on, get out!

You got nothing on me. You can't
prove I had anything to do with that movie.

That's the least of your problems.
When these, match these,

you're gonna be up for murder.

Remember this?

Great, isn't it?
What do you think?

- This is it?
- Yeah.

This what Becker gave us? This
is what you were excited about?

Yeah. It's got
a lotta potential.

Yeah, it's got potential
to be an empty house!

I don't believe this! Do you know
what a gardener costs today?

Oh, no! What do you mean,
gardener? We can do it ourselves.

- We got, we can do all...
- Look at the windows!

There's no windows,
and the door!

Now, what does it
take to do a window?

No, no, no! The
windows are fine.

You take the boards off, and
the windows aren't broken!

Come in here and
look at the living room.

Ohhh! Now, this is more like it!

A-ha! See, what'd I tell you?

Hey, you would have
fooled everybody.

Only the best.

How did the reunion with
Amanda and her parents go?

It was a little awkward at first,
but after Carol gave a lecture

they promised they're
really gonna try to make it.

Oh, and I have
something for you.

Ohhh... What is it?

It's Amanda's telephone number and
address. She wants you to come visit her.

Ohhh! Oh, God.

Say, you really can
rehabilitate people!

That's the first time
I've seen her smile.

Get to work.