Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 5, Episode 9 - The Money Plague - full transcript

It's a killer bacteria!

He never even
made it to the ground.

He was the only man to
successfully hijack a plane.

The only man who
hijacked a plane

with a bottle of bacteria
instead of a gun.

You mean to tell me there's
cash floating around this town

that's infected with this stuff?

We have to take a look at every
$20 and $50 bill in this town.

We've got to find the money

or face a full-scale
onslaught of anthrax,

that would make
the Bubonic Plague



look like the outbreak of hives.

We're going to have to seal
off the town with roadblocks.

And how are you gonna explain
that without causing a panic?

We're sitting on a time bomb!

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

- Got everything
you need, Wade?
- Yeah.

Hey, you guys want to
be as careful as you can

taking him down, okay?

When I saw him hangin'
there, I lost 10 years offa my life!

It's incredible!

We've been looking
for him for five years.

He's been here all the time.



And I was jealous of the guy.

I figured with a hundred thou of the
hijack money turning up in Europe,

that he was drinkin'
champagne and laughing at us.

And all the while, he
was stuck up there.

He never even
made it to the ground.

Well, what do we
do with him now?

The same thing we've been
doing for the last five years.

Which is?

Try to find out who
the hell he was.

Yeah.

Well, you can always tell
when it's late Friday afternoon.

All the good little boys are
lined up waiting for Daddy

to give them a long
weekend, right?

All right, Ed, you can
file the x-rays. Goodbye.

Good night, Quince.

And here... here's our report
on the Murphy case. It's closed.

- I'm going to Vegas.
- Vegas.

I'm going fishing.

Oh, can you believe it?

4:00 in the afternoon on
a Friday. No backlog, no...

You're going to jinx us.

You're right. Here
comes the chain boss.

See you guys Monday.

Pretend you don't see him.
Pretend you don't see him.

Quincy?

You don't hear him.
You don't hear him.

You see me and you hear me.

Now I want your
attention. Yes, sir.

Question!

Do either of you remember a man
who called himself R.W. Collins?

Wasn't he the guy opposite
Bette Davis in Dark Victory?

That's very funny, it really is.

Good grief, Sam, I'm serious!

So was I!

I know who he was.

He was the only man to
successfully hijack a plane.

The only man who
hijacked a plane

with a bottle of bacteria
instead of a gun.

That's right. He
had it in a vial.

He shook it and
said it was anthrax.

Nasty stuff. A few ounces of that,
you could wipe out a whole city.

Anyway, he bailed out over a
National Forest in Pine Ridge County.

Now, some of the $500,000
showed up in Europe,

but Collins and his germs
disappeared from the face of the Earth.

That's ancient history.

Not if it's on his
clipboard it isn't.

Where'd they find the body?

How do you know
they found the body?

I'm psychic. Why do
they need us anyway?

Us?

Right, us. They need us because
they still don't know who he really is.

Fascinating, huh?

You leave on the 10:00
a.m. flight tomorrow morning.

Wait a minute. Don't
we have a choice?

Well, sure. There's
a flight at 6:00 a.m.

A whole, beautiful
weekend I had planned.

I'm gonna buy a muzzle
for you for Christmas.

Jinx!

I wouldn't want to be in a
parachute heading into that...

No wonder it took them
five years to find him.

Never mind a skyjacker, you
could lose a skyscraper down there.

- Doctor Quincy?
- Yeah.

Richard Haber, FBI. Special
Agent in charge of this case.

Pleased to meet you.

This is Tom Brady, Sheriff
of Pine Ridge County.

- How do you do?
- Doctor.

Sam Fujiyama, my assistant.

- How do you do?
- Sheriff.

Now if you don't mind, I'd like to
take you directly to the hospital.

We've got a lot of
pressure on this case.

I'll take care of your bags.

We didn't have much
of a chance to be briefed.

What do you have?

Five years ago, a man
calling himself R.W. Collins

hijacked a 707 out
of Washington, D.C.

Now he was waving a
small glass container,

which he said had
anthrax poison in it.

Yeah, I know about that.

Was there any evidence
he was telling the truth?

None.

How did you know
he jumped in this area?

Well, we had Air Defense
Command radar tracking the plane,

you know, cross country.

They picked up the
blip when he jumped,

but they lost him when
he went below the screen.

And that's what brought
me into the picture,

and Pine Ridge
County onto the map.

We had everybody and their
dogs out for three weeks searching,

and what did we
come up with? Nothing.

Well, we had the money
marked, so if he did get away,

it would be a matter of time
before the cash surfaced.

And it did.

We figured about $100,000 a year
has been passed around Europe.

So all we have is a five
year-old bag o'bones,

some remnants of clothing
and a rotten parachute.

And from that you want
us to tell you who he was,

where he came from, and
whether or not he was the hijacker?

A piece of cake.

I don't see why Asten even
bothered to send me along.

What's the matter with
you, Ron? You look terrible.

I don't know. Hit
me all of a sudden.

I've got the chills.
Must be a fever.

My chest is tight. I feel lousy.

I'm going home.

Listen, why don't you see
one of the doctors here.

No, I don't want
to see a doctor.

If you need me, I'll be at home.

Okay. Listen, uh, I
hope you feel better.

Where have you been?
We've been waiting.

Never mind that.
Dr. Quincy, Mr. Fujiyama...

My man, Dwayne Whitlow.

He was the field commander
during the original search.

What did you do, come
by way of the fire road?

I just thought our guests
would like a quick tour

of our thriving
little community.

Don't get uptight, I
mean, it's my neck

if this thing doesn't
go down well.

You're not sheriff
yet by about 15 years.

And 40 pounds.

Nice to meet you, Doc, but we
don't need a medical examiner.

- We know how Collins died.
- Which was?

A tree limb, about so long right
through the middle of his chest.

Where are the remains now?

We've brought them here.
They've turned over the facilities.

You'll do your autopsy
in the operating room.

What kind of
equipment do we have?

We'll fly in
everything you want.

My orders are not to remove
the body from this area.

So, follow me, I'll take you
to your five pounds of bones.

You better not talk like that or I'll
give you five pounds of knuckles.

You did a nice job, Sam.

He's back together again.

But I don't see how
we're going to identify him.

Well, with a wreck of a car,

you'd look for a serial
number on the engine block.

With the remains of a person,
you look for something unique.

No two skeletons are alike.

I just spent three hours
wiring him back together,

but I didn't come
across any serial number.

That's why I get
the heavy money.

Pronounced brow ridge,
enlarged mastoid processes,

along with the pelvic characteristics
indicate that he was a male.

The size of the nasal opening
and width of the cheekbones

compared with the other skull
dimensions point to Caucasian.

Then we estimate his stature.

Okay.

Femur measures 48.4 centimeters.

48.4 centimeters.

Tibia 39.6 centimeters.

39.6.

What do we got?

Let's say 88 centimeters total

and 1.26

plus 67.1

equals 178 or so tall.

Makes him about 5'10".

Estimated weight
about 190 pounds.

What age would you say he was?

Well, the features in the pubic symphysis
corresponds to someone in his mid-thirties.

But you know, there's a
general bowing and softness

- to the long bone formation.
- Mmm-hmm.

It might indicate
childhood rickets.

Quince, look at this wrist, it looks
like it was under a lot of stress.

It's only the right wrist.

Traumatic arthritis.

Probably from firing a heavy hand
weapon over a long period of time.

Compression fractures of the
third and fourth thoracic vertebrae.

This wasn't his
first hard landing.

I'd bet heavily on this man
being an experienced paratrooper.

Make a note of this, Sam.

Right.

Metatarsals of the right foot.

There's calcification
and osteomyelitis.

The medics in Vietnam
saw this all the time.

What's it from?

Stepping on a bamboo spike.

You see, the bones of the foot
show signs of the resulting infection.

Looks like the third metatarsal
was fractured in the injury.

Sam, I want to see a
section of that bone.

See if we can get an analysis of
the material from the dental filling.

The dental filling is
principally zinc oxide.

It's a pretty common
intermediate fill material.

But it's color coded red.

Not many dentists
use color coding,

but it does check with what the
Army was using in Saigon at the time.

Well, the bone section tells
me healing hadn't gone on

for three, maybe four
years at the outside.

If he was in Vietnam, that means
he was injured late in the war

when the troop count was down,

which would make record
checking a lot easier.

Get Haber on the phone and
tell him what we've got, will you.

I think I've got it all.

- Oh, and Sam...
- Yeah?

Tell him he liked
to bite his nails.

He did?

Well, here's the x-rays of
our two leading candidates.

What do you have
here? A TV studio?

It's called a video
superimposition.

It allows us to make
a final determination

based on the precise
topography of the bones.

This one's not even close.

A mouthful of fillings.

Now, this looks good.

A perfect match.

- Which one is that?
- Frederic Gates.

- Have you got a photograph?
- Yeah.

Here, Sam.

Good. Give me
back the skull center.

That's your skull.

That's your skyjacker.

They're one and the same.

It's a good feeling,
isn't it, Sam?

Knowing you finished a job
and did everything you could.

And we have a half a
day of our weekend left.

We could always rent some
poles and get some fishing in.

Oh, I know a great spot
about 10 miles east of here.

Thanks a lot,
Dwayne, but no thanks.

Last time Sam
and I went fishing,

the only thing that was
biting were the mosquitoes

and they were that big.

And you should've seen
the ones that got away.

Well, next time then.

You gotta come back
and see our little town

when everything's
back to normal.

Honest, Sheriff, I
was only doing 35.

Right now, it ain't very funny.

- I'm glad I caught you.
- What's the matter?

Well, we had word late
last night, out of Washington.

Now, there's nothing to
get alarmed about. It's...

It's just that there's a
possibility, a slight possibility...

That the anthrax was for real!

I said it was possible.

That's why I stopped you.

Now, I have to warn
you and your assistant

about revealing any information
that you'd know or suspect

about this case.
That's national security.

You better knock off your
sweep-it-under-the-rug security hogwash,

and let me know
what that teletype said.

This is highly confidential.

You know what you just told me?

That it's possible right
now for somebody to have

in his possession enough
anthrax to wipe out half a city.

Now we've got to do
something about that.

The guy I showed you
last night, Frederic Gates.

Well, you had him
pegged all right.

He was a paratrooper.
He was injured in a jump.

And when he got
out of the hospital,

he transferred
to military police

and he was an
expert at firing a pistol.

And?

And he was assigned, on temporary
duty, to Fort Donahue, Maryland.

Wasn't that one of the places

where they were developing
biological weapons?

That's right.

He was assigned to the
biological research unit,

as part of their security.

Now, because of
the temporary duty,

he didn't show up on any of
the regular military records.

When did he leave the military?

A year before the hijack.

Do you know why?

Because of psychiatric reasons.

We're sitting on
a time bomb here!

Now the last thing we
should do is to panic.

There's been no sign
of anthrax in this area,

certainly in the
last five years.

- What has that got...
- Wait a minute, wait a minute.

I have a theory.

He had an accomplice who knew
what that stuff was and got rid of it.

We find him, we get to
the vial and to the money.

Where's the ranger, the
one who found the body?

Well, he's home, I guess.
Dwayne ran into him.

Said he was sick as a
dog. Flu or something.

Flu? What were the symptoms?

Well, he said he had a
fever, chills and coughing.

We better get to him fast!

You stand by the
hospital in case I need you.

Right.

Anthrax?

If it is, we're sure
not dressed for it.

They're bringing out
the body now, Sam.

We'll have the back room
here sealed off for the autopsy.

Good. Get on the horn to Atlanta
to the Center For Disease Control.

Tell them to send all the
anthrax vaccine they can muster.

And notify Public Health.

Have them alert every
hospital in California and Oregon

to be on the lookout for
rapidly escalating symptoms

that could mean anthrax.

Okay, will do. Anything else?

We're going to need a
bacteriologist, somebody who...

It's been done.

Hold on, Sam.

I talked to my boss. He's
sending the best man in the field.

He should be here
before day's out.

Cancel the bacteriologist.

But get me all the vaccine
and antiseptics you can.

Okay, I'll get on it now.

Thanks, buddy.

Thought you oughta see this.

Sheriff, I want every inch of
this property turned upside-down.

And if you don't find
anything, we oughta look

where Sparks found the skeleton.

I better get started
on the autopsy.

Can you imagine
if we had to work

in one of those
decontamination suits.

Yeah. The double-gloving,
the masks and everything

should give us all the
protection we need.

But one slip of the scalpel,
even a little cut, bad news.

Well, it's hardly a
case of the flu, Sam.

Look at this!

Massive hemorrhaging and
inflammation of the mediastinum.

The swelling is so bad that
the space between his lungs

is twice its normal size.

Look at the size
of the lymph nodes.

Yeah. Fall apart
when you touch them.

Sam, I'm going to need Gram
stains on these smears right away.

Right.

Like little deadly boxcars.

What?

Large, square-ended
rods, Gram-positive.

Chains, no more than
two or three bacilli long.

It's anthrax.

But how could the disease
be this advanced so soon?

Sam, this isn't your every
day, gun variety type anthrax

it's some kind of super-strain.

Why incubation alone
should take a couple of days.

If Sparks picked it up
when he found that skeleton,

do you realize he was dead
in a little less than 48 hours.

Yeah.

Look around where
the body was found.

We found another raccoon.

What do we have now?

Three squirrels, two
raccoons, and a possum.

All within a 50-foot radius.

I think I got
something over here.

This soil looks like it
was turned recently.

Any of your men
digging around here?

Nope.

I want you to take
some samples of this soil

and the soil from over
there for comparison.

Right.

What do you think?

Here.

We'll know more after we've
tested the soil and the animals.

I'll tell you what
it looks like.

It looks like something was
buried there and dug up recently.

And unless I'm dead wrong,
whatever was in that pit,

is heavily contaminated
with anthrax bacilli.

I want you to disinfect
this area thoroughly.

Dr. Quincy...

Doc Milton said to tell
you he's got a patient

he thinks you
should take a look at.

One of the townspeople?

Yeah. Ed Caruthers
owns a shoe store.

- What's the matter with him?
- Doc said you'd know.

He's got him isolated
in a room down the hall.

See you in the lab.

Mr. Caruthers, I'm Dr. Quincy.

What do you need that thing for?

Just a precaution.

You been out to the
Ridge area lately?

No, I don't go hiking
or backpacking.

I get all the exercise I
need just selling shoes.

Have you run into
Ron Sparks lately?

Sure did. Yesterday.

He came in and plunked down $120

for the slickest pair of
cowboy boots I got in the store.

He's been eyeing
'em for some time,

but I never thought he'd actually
come up with that kind of money.

What did you do with the money?

What do you think I did with it?

I deposited it along with
the rest of the day's receipts.

What bank teller did you use?

It was Bob. Bob Atkins.

What's this all about?

Did you touch Mr. Atkins?

Come into any physical
contact with him?

Couldn't if I'd wanted to.

He was working
the walk-up window.

There was half an inch
of glass between us.

Well, you take it
easy, Mr. Caruthers.

We'll do everything we can.

Don't you guys see it?
It has to be the money!

Sparks found all or
some of the hijack bills

and he passed them
along with the anthrax.

Whoa! Wait a minute.

You mean to tell me there's
cash floating around this town

that's infected with this stuff?

That's right, only we don't
know how much was spent.

You said that money was marked?

We recorded every number
and stamped every bill with ink

that's ultra-violet sensitive.

We have to take a look at every
$20 and $50 bill in this town.

Tell the people that counterfeit
money is being passed

and that they should
bring their 20s and 50s

to the bank to be checked.

We're going to have to seal
off the town with roadblocks.

And how are you gonna explain
that without causing a panic?

That's your responsibility.

- Let's go to the bank.
- Yeah.

There it is, double-X.

That's the third bill.

Fortunately, it
never left Atkins' till.

All right, that accounts
for the bills passed here.

With the money we
found in Sparks' wallet,

that gives us the full 500.

Yeah, but we have
to keep looking.

There's $100,000 out there.

Every bill of which
could be lethal!

Quincy, I've had my men
dig up every square foot

of Sparks' property.
The money is not there!

Do you have any idea how
fast an epidemic could spread

if this thing gets
out of the area?

They couldn't produce
vaccine fast enough to fight it!

We've got to find the money
before it gets out of town

or face a full-scale
onslaught of anthrax,

that would make
the Bubonic Plague

look like the outbreak of hives.

But it has always been
50 cents on the dollar.

In case you haven't heard,

the dollar is not
what it used to be.

Forty. Take it or-leave it.

You know, you're not the
only money laundry around.

Are you really dumb enough
to risk using someone else

on this last 100 grand?

45 cents on the dollar.

You know where to reach me
in case you change your mind.

All right! 40 cents
on the dollar.

That's better. Now,
where shall we meet?

Uh, Quincy, listen,
I know you're busy.

How can you tell?

I want you to meet our
bacteriology specialist.

This is Dr. McKay.

Am I glad to meet you!

I feel like a shortstop
who's pressed into pitching.

I'm a medical examiner.

So I've heard.

I'm also told you're doing a
great job of containing this thing.

So far we've been
lucky, that's all.

You need a relief pitcher? I
could help with these inoculations.

Oh, that would be terrific.

We would finish a lot sooner.

Sam!

This is my assistant,
Sam Fujiyama. Dr. McKay.

Would you give him an injection
and then some vaccine, please.

Right away.

- Abby!
- Abby Tinker.

Sorry, ma'am. The town of
Pine Ridge has been quarantined.

But I've got friends
that are expecting me!

Sorry, ma'am.
Public Health orders.

Bad flu bug goin' round.

They don't want it spread
to other communities.

Hey, good buddy. How's it goin'?

Well, we got this
road sealed up tight.

Good.

With any luck at all, we'll be
able to confine it to Pine Ridge.

Oh, boy.

It's a small town, till you
see 'em all at once, huh?

Did Haber fill you in?

Yes, he did.

Where do you do
your research, Doctor?

I'm in private practice now,

but I was with the government's
lab at Fort Donahue.

That's the Army's
facility, isn't it?

Yep. But I'm a civilian.

Isn't that where the
anthrax was developed?

Yes. But all biological
weapons research

was ended four years ago
and everything was destroyed.

You know, I'm not really at liberty
to discuss the work with you, Doctor,

anymore than I've already said.

Oh, come on, Dr. McKay, since
I'm here fighting this disease,

I'd like to know as much
about it as possible.

Well, as far as the
bacteria is concerned,

I can answer questions you want.

Okay. What are we up against?

Unfortunately, a very highly
virulent form of B. anthracis bacillus,

that moves very fast,

you've probably already discovered
the reduced incubation period.

How do you know it's
this particular strain?

I developed it.

You developed it? Why?

That research had no other purpose
than to design an efficient means of death.

It's a killer bacteria!

I like to think of
it as a deterrent.

Need I remind you, Dr. Quincy,
that our country has enemies?

As doctors, our only enemies
are death, pain and disease.

Am I interrupting?

What is it, Sam?

Well, I just got the lab report.

The fragment of glass
and the screw top on the vial

were teeming with
anthrax spores.

So was the whole area.

That light powder on the glass

is apparently what the anthrax
spores were concentrated on.

It was designed to be
dropped over the target

to be carried by the wind.

Sam, the soil sample that we
took from that freshly dug area,

what did you find?

That's where we
got the highest count.

That was ground-zero
around the pit.

And that's why the
disease hasn't shown up.

The vial was probably
just broken by Sparks!

Everybody overlooked it because
they were preoccupied with the skeleton.

And someone was
using that freshly dug hole

as a safety deposit box,
pulling out 100 grand at a time.

I understand that the whole
area has been sterilized.

Well, we went back
and tested the ground.

So far, no sign of the bacteria.

Well, maybe we've
already contained it.

We've hardly
contained it, Doctor.

If the missing money out there is
as potent as the bills we have found,

we can't rule out the
chance of an epidemic

until we can account
for every penny.

You're right. I'll help
in any way I can.

Let me consult with the
medical staff of our procedures

for treatment, just in case.

- Dr. McKay...
- Yes?

There's a bank teller, Mr. Atkins,
he's coming down with it.

I'll keep an eye on him.

- Come on, Sam, let's go.
- Where to, Quince?

Somebody around
here has that money.

And the only one who may know
who it is our friend, the skyjacker.

We're gonna make him
tell us everything he knows.

You know, Sam, there are certain
advantages of working with the FBI.

An hour ago, I asked for a
parachute harness like Gates used.

Here it is.

Just getting a "no" out of
Asten would've taken that long.

That's the truth.

Why do you want me
to put on the harness?

I'll explain it.

Now these are safety covers
they're called capewells.

If you get hung up in a tree,

you can release the
harness from the parachute,

by pulling down this latch and
squeezing the release button.

I'm going to put you up in a
tree, and you try to get out, okay?

- You want me to pull it off?
- Yeah. Go ahead.

Okay.

Well, it's not that easy.

They're made like that.

You wouldn't want them accidentally
pulled off as the chute opens.

What's this got
to do with Gates?

Let me show you his harness.

Look at this, this and that.

One of the capewells
has been removed.

Now do you think someone suffering
excruciating pain of impalement,

not to mention the broken
ribs on the other side

would have had the strength
to do what you just did?

No.

That means somebody
else opened the capewell.

Trying to free him.

Or trying to free something
else, like a money bag.

Now let's face it, Sam,

that money didn't bury
itself then rise from the dead.

Well, the FBI's still convinced
an accomplice was involved.

Whether it was an
accomplice or not,

somebody found him,
relieved him of the money

and has been spending
it 100 grand a year.

Somebody who now knows
how dangerous that money is.

Come in.

Well, it's a bit sad.

We won't be doing
business anymore.

I hope you're not still
miffed about our offer.

40,000 in clean bills

for 100,000 in marked
money, seems more than fair.

That is, if that's really
100,000 you're carrying.

But no matter, my friend.

If my count is short, less than
the 500 you have told us about,

we'll be meeting again under
much less pleasant circumstances.

The limb entered here,

just about where the seventh
rib is, shattering the sixth.

And continuing at an
upward angle of 40 degrees

through the wall
of the rib cage,

breaking out rib eight,
but missing the sternum.

So, it didn't puncture the
heart or break the spinal column.

No. based on this path, it
could have missed every organ.

Depending on the
rate of blood loss,

this man could've lived for hours,
even days, after the accident.

How could we have missed this?

Well, we weren't looking
for the way he died, Sam.

We spent all our time
trying to identify him.

I want a full set of x-rays.

But you've got the
bones right in front of you.

Sam, we've gone over every centimeter
of these bones from the outside.

Now we've got to look
beneath the surface,

if we're going to learn anymore.

Quince...

What we saw on the
surface is what we've got.

What's that?

A piece of one of my clips?

No, it looks like a metal
fragment embedded in the ninth rib.

There it is, Sam. See the slice?

An old battlefield injury?

Well, not old. There's
no sign of healing.

Let's take it out and look.

Sam, this looks like a fragment
of steel from a knife blade.

Quince, take a look at
the sternum, from the side.

There's a slight
scarring on the bone.

Holy mackerel!

It was an upward
thrust right through him!

That fixes the
angle of the knife.

But how could he have survived

a knife thrust directly
through the heart?

He couldn't have.

See, Sam, the limb might
have eventually killed him,

but there's no doubt what did.

You mean, while he
was hanging from a tree?

Sure. Somebody found
Gates, probably still alive.

I mean, why would they
stab him if he was dead?

They pulled the left capewell,
and released the money bag

that was strapped to him.

Quince, are you saying
this man was murdered?

Yes, I am.

And when we find the murderer,

I'm certain we're going to find
something even more dangerous.

Yeah. The money?

The money.

Okay, let's run
through this again.

You say Gates was murdered.

The money taken
off him and buried.

Why bury it?

Well, he didn't want to risk
unloading all the money at once

even in Europe. So he
laundered it, a portion every year.

Sheriff, the search team,

the one that combed
this area five years ago,

what procedure did they follow?

Well, we divided the search
area off into 16 separate sections

and we put a search team
into each and every section.

And we still came
up empty-handed.

Well, did you search the men
when they came off the mountain?

Oh, you better believe it.

Some of them complained that
they were working their tails off

and then getting shaken
down for their trouble.

You still have the map,
the one laid out in grids?

Yeah, yeah. What
do you want with that?

I mean, it didn't do
us any good then,

what good is it
going to do you now?

We didn't know where
he landed then, we do now.

What were you looking here for?

It's 40 miles away
from where he landed!

Completely out of this valley.

How could you be so far off?

The Air Force boys
said his angle of descend

would have brought him
right down in this area.

I mean, he had one heck
of a target to shoot at.

What weather station would they
have used to chart wind conditions?

Their own weather
station, right on base.

It's about 20-odd
miles east of here.

How long would it take you
to check the military records

of every guy on that search?

Give me a reason, and
I'll give you an estimate.

You give me their records
and I'll give you a reason.

Quincy, no one's more anxious
to solve this murder than us

if there was a murder.

But right now, we have a much
more dangerous killer to think about.

But if we get to
Gates' murderer,

I think we'll get to
the infected money,

and maybe we can stop
this thing from spreading

before it leaves Pine Ridge.

Excuse me, sir.

Yeah?

- There's been a message.
- What is it?

There's been another
case of anthrax reported.

Tell them to get whoever
it is to the hospital.

- Well, it's difficult, sir.
- Why?

The man who came down with it is
in San Francisco, 200 miles away.

Without your alert,
the hospital says

it would have missed out on
the anthrax diagnosis altogether.

As it was, it didn't
do him much good.

By the time they figured out
what it was they were dealing with,

he was dead.

Is this where he was staying?

We found the key, and
cordoned off his room.

Has anything been touched?

Just disinfected.

They told us to lay off
everything else until you got here.

I'm assuming you would have
mentioned finding $100,000.

Yeah, I would've mentioned it.

The money may not be around now,

but it definitely
made a stop here.

Lieutenant, were any of
your men eating in this room?

We're not in the habit of
bringing evidence with us

when we're conducting
an investigation.

No offense intended.

What about the money?
Where do you think it went?

I don't know,

but I don't intend to wait for a
thousand lost lives to tell me.

International Airlines flight number
728, service to Paris, France,

now ready for boarding. Gate 51.

A perfect pattern
of tooth marks.

Sam, I need a replica of the
teeth that made these impressions.

I'll see what I can do.

I've check the paper
sample you brought back.

It definitely match the money
wrapper we found in the ranger's house.

Then the guy who died in San
Francisco must have been a middleman.

There's no telling where the
money could have gone from there.

So, where do we go from here?

That's a good
question, isn't it?

Oh, Quincy, you're back. Here.

- What's all that?
- What you asked for.

The military records
of the search party.

- Sam...
- Yeah?

I think I just found out
where we go from here.

I'll see you later.

Hey, did you learn
anymore in Frisco?

Sam's still workin' on it.

Time is running out. I need
some answers, Dwayne.

Oh, wait a minute. I haven't
exactly been in charge

of this investigation.

I know. You were a
paratrooper, weren't you?

- Yeah, yeah.
- Also a glider pilot?

Yeah. Wait a minute.

What are we playing?
What's My Line?

I'm not playing.

Don't you have to know a lot about
meteorology to be a glider pilot?

It helps.

So you know the way the winds play
over the Ridge better than anybody.

Even better than
maybe the Air Force guys

who predicted where
Gates came down.

Now wait a minute, Doctor.
What's going on here?

- What's the story?
- I'll tell you.

Five years ago, you got word
that a parachute was coming down

in the Willow Creek Valley.

And that the jumper had
a potful of money on him.

But he knew that the wind was
raising hell on the Ridge that day

and the chute was going to
be carried a long distance away

from the projected target,

but he never bothered to give
you that piece of information.

So you assigned men
to cover 100 square miles

and he knew all the time the
hijacker was at least 40 miles away

from where you were looking.

Do you believe this guy?

So you sneaked away and went
looking for Gates on your own

and, of course, you
knew where to find him

and he was impaled,
but he wasn't dead.

So you released
one of the capewells,

the money fell to the ground,
and then you murdered him.

You started by being interested
maybe only in the reward,

but when you were there
and you looked at the money,

why settle for
less than the best.

You're crazy.

Now, you haven't
been able to find a thing,

so now you're looking
around for a scapegoat!

Well, it's not going to be me!

Catch. Take a bite.

- What?
- Bite it!

- Hey, I don't have to...
- Go on, Dwayne.

When the teeth
impressions on this apple

match the ones on the
apple I found in San Francisco,

we will have positive evidence.

You see, your bite is as
incriminating as your fingerprints.

Now, why don't you tell
me where the money is.

It will go a lot easier because
they can't also accuse you

of murdering a lot
of innocent people.

Now, I didn't murder anybody.

Now that guy was dying.

And he was dying a
slow and painful death.

Now, all I did was put
him out of his misery.

It would have been
cruel to do nothing.

Where's the money?

He's right.

I set the whole thing
up for the reward.

But then, there
was all that money.

It was my shot! I could
get out of this place.

Dwayne, where is the money?

It's on its way to Paris.

The morning flight,

a guy named Claude Deschamps.

I'll check the airlines.

Ladies and gentlemen,
there will be a slight delay.

We've been asked to
park in the cargo area

while some routine
checks are made.

Come on, fellas, let's get
this poker game started.

I've been waiting to
play since I got home.

That's all he's been
talking about all day.

You know, I don't know how
much I miss you guys until I see you.

That's very good. I
have to write that down.

We'll be ready
with this in a minute.

Yeah, why don't
you go get a drink.

- Yeah.
- Go on. Go ahead.

- Johnny, two drinks, please.
- You got it.

Hey, Danny!

- Quincy...
- What's the matter?

About anthrax, how
dangerous was it?

Well, enough of it
can wipe out a nation.

- What's it used for?
- To wipe out a nation.

And it was on the
hijacker's money?

Yeah.

And you guys touched the money?

Yeah, just a few
bills at the bank.

That means you guys
could be contaminated.

Aw, come on, we
were wearing gloves.

Are you crazy?

Supposing the gloves
had a pinhole in it?

We're ready when you are!