Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 6, Episode 12 - Jury Duty - full transcript
While serving on a jury Quincy finds flaws in the prosecution's case.
We're gonna settle
this now. Ahhh!
Did you shoot
Shirley Ann Larrabee?
I loved her.
You mean, I'm on the jury now?
You are on the jury.
There's a jinx around
that court room.
I may move to excuse Quincy.
I'd like to know how
much time allowed before
the specimens reach the lab?
Objection.
I'm admonishing you, Dr. Quincy.
No more questions!
If this is about the
trial you're on Quince,
you can get into
a lot of trouble.
I'd like to be
excused from the jury.
That would cause a mistrial.
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the most fascinating
sphere of police work,
the world of forensic medicine.
Damn it, Shirl,
would you stop it?
I can't drive with
you yelling in my ear!
You're the one who's yelling!
You're the one who started it!
You want somebody to blame,
why don't you blame your father?
Oh, sure, it's his fault!
Just because he thinks I'm
too young to get married?
Too young that's
a lotta bull, Shirl.
You won't even let
me go near your father.
You know, I'm
beginning to wonder
which one of you I'm
not good enough for!
The Reverend or the
Reverend's precious little daughter.
I'm not gonna sit here and
listen to anymore of this!
The hell you're not! We're
gonna settle this now!
Ow!
Shirl, would you come back here?
No! Leave me alone!
I'm gonna see
what you really are.
I never wanna see
you again! Never!
Good morning, Doctor Quincy.
Morning, Mark.
Eddie wanted me to
tell you he'll be through
photographing the Morales
case in about fifteen minutes.
That phone company!
Charging me for an
overseas call I never made!
Do you wanna do Morales first,
or do you wanna do this John Doe?
It's a drowning.
Nigeria there it is.
Now, why would I call Nigeria?
Who do I know in Nigeria, Mark?
Beats me. I'm gonna
set up the Morales case.
Yeah. Go ahead do it. Do it.
Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!
Good morning, Quince. Hi, Sam.
Uh, we got the silver stain
on the Jurgenson case.
Oh, by the way, you were
right about the calcification
on that ectopic pregnancy.
$48. What?
$48! The library charged
me $48 for an over-due book!
When was it due?
A year ago, June. I know
I returned it. I know it!
This book?
You borrowed it, too?
Hey, Sam! Yeah?
They accepted me on jury duty!
Jury duty?
Yeah!
ASTEN: Oh, no, no, no, no!
Well, I never thought they'd
accept me. Look at that!
Quincy, that couldn't
come at a worse time.
I mean, we're up to
our gills here, in work.
Joe Hibbs and Ben
are out with the flu.
If you get stuck
in a long trial, I...
Listen, one call, you know,
and I could postpone...
Oh, you know how
I feel about that.
Right. It's our
civic responsibility.
I mean, no one
should take for granted
the privilege of
serving on a jury.
That's right. And
I respect that.
What do ya mean, right?
Do you realize the hardship
that we'll be under here?
Now, you could do jury
duty some other time.
Naw, I wouldn't
feel right about it.
All right. I guess you won't
be working on this case.
A tanker coming into
San Pedro tomorrow.
One of the sailors died in
his sleep, an Indonesian.
Absolutely no symptoms.
Eh, maybe it was a heart attack.
No, no!
Apparently, somebody
put a curse on him.
What are you laughing
at? Do you think I would lie
about something
like that, to keep...
Yes I do! You'd
do anything to get...
You think I would lie? Yes I do!
A curse! That's exactly what the
radiogram said. No
symptoms, you see that?
Holy mackerel!
No, no, I can't.
- A curse?
- A curse.
Ah!
(GRUNTING)
And that was the last anyone
saw of Shirley Ann Larrabee alive.
Except the man who murdered her.
Now, I know some
of you must be saying,
that was an awfully
foolish thing for her to do.
A pretty, young
girl, walking alone,
in the middle of the night
along a deserted road.
But you must remember something,
this was Santa Isabel, a peaceful
little community in the foothills,
where everyone
felt safe all the time.
But on this particular night,
Shirley Ann was not safe.
Frank Munson was stalking her.
Stalking her like a wild animal.
He attacked.
She tried to defend herself,
but what chance did she have?
He easily overpowered
her and then,
he viciously raped her,
shot her in cold blood,
and left her crumpled body
lying on the ground to rot.
Stop that! That's a lie! My
son wouldn't do a thing like that!
Order! Order! We will
have order in my court!
Now, if there is one
more display like this,
I will instruct the bailiff to clear the
entire gallery. Is that understood?
Mister Hillyard,
you may proceed.
Frank Munson was...
Mister what's the matter?
What's going on?
It's my father! It's his
heart! Stay here, Frank!
JUDGE: Let's clear the jury.
We'll take a thirty minute recess.
Ned, please call an ambulance.
Your honor may I
go to him, please?
Yes. And could you
have someone call
the fire department,
the paramedics?
Ned, would you
take care of that?
Everyone, please,
clear the courtroom.
Excuse me give me some
air, please. Thank you.
I gotta go to him lemme go!
Hold on, Frank. Take it easy.
Your honor, can my
client remain here?
It's his father.
Yes. Of course.
Ten-four we're ready to
transport. ETA, seven minutes.
Squad One-oh-eight, clear.
I know I don't have
to tell you fellas
to keep your eyes
on the drip rate.
With three IV's in him, we
don't wanna overload his heart.
I'll be monitoring.
Bailiff, would you remove the
defendant from the courtroom please?
Yes, Your Honor.
Your Honor, please
Can I go with my father?
I'm terribly sorry, but
that's out of the question.
We'll keep you informed, Frank.
Come on, Frank.
Okay, let's lift him.
Doctor Quincy.
I'll be right with
you, Your Honor.
Gentlemen, I think that
perhaps we had better discuss
what problems this
might make for us.
Well, I don't see
any problems for me.
I may move to excuse Quincy.
Then I'd have to oppose that.
What if down the line somewhere
we run short of jurors and
are forced into a mistrial?
Starting all over again would
be very unfair to my client.
His resources are very low.
On the other hand, Quincy
has had personal contact
with your man
outside the proceeding.
I wouldn't call that personal.
He just reacted
like any other doctor
would, under the circumstances.
I'm not gonna have
some guy on the jury...
Gentlemen why don't we wait
until Doctor Quincy is finished,
and then we'll decide.
I guess that does it.
Gentlemen, Doctor Quincy, first
let me say how much we
appreciate what you did just now.
I'm glad I was able to help.
Now do you feel that
what just happened
has increased your
sympathy for the defendant?
Of course.
But purely in a
professional way.
Just like any of
you with a client.
You're sympathetic, but you
wouldn't let it affect your judgment.
Do you feel that
you could render
an objective
verdict in this case?
This had nothing
to do with the case.
All right. Thank
you, Doctor Quincy.
Do you mind waiting in
the jury room, please?
Well, gentlemen, I'm satisfied.
It still bothers me.
I know Doctor Quincy, and I know
that he's honest and
that he's objective.
So, let me suggest
that we keep him on,
but we all agree that he will
be the last alternate called.
Fine with me.
I guess I can live with that.
Good. Let's get on with it.
How's Quincy's jury duty coming?
Oh, thirty-six hours
and still holding.
Ah, I guess I'm out two bucks. I
didn't think he could sit still that long.
Two bucks?
Yeah. Didn't you hear? Eddie's
got a time pool goin' on when
that lady judge will
give Quincy the boot.
Hey, I gotta get in on that.
You know, I'm less worried
about Quincy coming through this
than I am about the
judicial system surviving.
Huh! Maybe we oughta get a
brand new pool goin' on that.
Right.
Pass these back, please. Sir.
Yeah.
Sorry I'm late. It was
crowded, Your Honor.
(MAN LAUGHING)
Hey, what happened to
Mrs. What's-her-name?
Timothy? Yeah.
Bailiff says she's got the flu.
Oh.
You made it, huh?
In the interest of time, Your
Honor, I'd like to continue.
Proceed, please.
Thank you.
Lieutenant Davis,
what did you do next?
Having tentatively identified
the victim, I proceeded directly
to Reverend Larrabee's
home, to notify the family.
I arrived there at
approximately ten-twenty-seven.
Excuse me?
JUDGE: What is it, Doctor?
May I have a
magnifying glass, please?
A what? A magnifying glass.
What for?
Well, the Lieutenant yesterday
testified about the bullet wound,
but I can't make it out
clearly in this picture because
of the print pattern
on her blouse.
Now that you mention
it, I couldn't either.
Did you notice...
MAN: Same here!
(GAVEL POUNDING)
I have no objection.
Do we have a magnifying glass?
Yes, Your Honor.
I promise you that the jury will
have sufficient time
to review the evidence.
Now you may proceed.
Who was at the Larrabee home?
Reverend Larrabee and his wife.
They were quite
upset, of course.
After approximately ten minutes,
the defendant, Frank Munson,
drove up and said he
wanted to see Shirley Ann.
Did you know anything
unusual about him?
Yes. He was in a
state of great agitation.
Objection. Conclusion
on the part of the witness.
JUDGE: Sustained.
Anything specifically unusual?
Yes, Sir, he had two fresh,
large scratches on his left cheek.
He stated Shirley
Ann had scratched him.
Did you read him his
constitutional rights?
I did.
Did the defendant
waive those rights?
After I told him Shirley
Ann had been murdered,
he wouldn't say anything at all.
I took him into custody at
approximately eleven-fifteen.
Did you search for
a murder weapon?
I did. But we
haven't found it yet.
Did you have any
reason to believe
that Frank Munson
might own a firearm?
Yes, I did.
As a result of
your official duties?
Yes, Sir. I had
observed Frank Munson
with a thirty-eight
caliber revolver.
(ALL CHATTERING)
Now, in that time, how many
homicides have you investigated?
Well, the department's
investigating...
No, no I mean, you personally.
Three.
Including this one?
That's correct.
So, that in your entire
fourteen year career,
you investigated a grand
total of three homicides.
Yes, Sir.
Lieutenant, in
your earlier official
contacts with the defendant,
uh, did you develop any,
uh, any feelings about him?
HILLYARD: Objection. No
groundwork has no bearing at all.
Your Honor, I intend to
introduce witness that will testify...
You'll have to wait,
Mister Temple. Sustained.
In this case, Lieutenant,
how many potential
suspects did you investigate?
None, Sir.
So, that you nailed Frank Munson
one hour after you learned
of the crime and that was that.
Well, no not exactly.
Not exactly?
Thank you.
Redirect?
Yes, please.
Lieutenant, after you
arrested Frank Munson,
how many people did you
interview before you satisfied yourself
that he was, in fact,
the only suspect?
Thirty-four.
Thirty-four.
Did you develop any
information implicating
anybody except Frank Munson?
No, Sir. Thank you.
Nothing further.
You may step down.
I have a question, Your Honor.
What sort of question?
Well, I'd like to ask the
Lieutenant how many people visited
the crime scene before
the body was removed.
I don't see the relevance.
Well, in some of the
photos I see cigarette butts.
I counted six,
and one cigar butt.
But some of the other
photos don't show anything.
Well, I'll take a
look at the pictures.
Oh, you'll need this.
Yes, that's all
right, Doctor Quincy.
The clerk will pick
it up. Thank you.
Compare picture one to five.
(ALL DISCUSSING)
QUINCY: You can't see it
without the magnifying glass.
(JURY CONINUES DISCUSSING)
(GAVEL POUNDING)
You have a relevant point.
You may answer the question.
It varied. There's a beer bar up
the road about a mile and a half
and people came down to look.
Approximately eighteen
to twenty, at most.
Thank you.
(JURY STARTS DISCUSSING)
(GAVEL POUNDING)
Good night,
gentlemen. Good night.
Doctor Quincy. Yes?
I didn't know we
could ask questions.
Oh, sure. Anything
that's not clear.
Any information that
you want, just ask.
Anything at all?
Of course.
Subject to all the rules
and the Judge's discretion.
Well, that makes it
quite exciting, I must say.
Thank you. Good
evening, gentlemen.
BOTH: Good night.
See ya tomorrow.
Yeah, okay, Doc.
Uh, how about another
sandwich? You've only had two.
What're you doin',
counting? Yeah.
Savin' room for dessert.
That's how you watch
your weight, huh?
You eat and then you watch it.
I've been sitting on a jury all
morning. That makes ya hungry.
Now, what have ya got?
Italian cheese cake. Very light.
No, I can't. I gotta
get back to court.
Well, why did you come all the
way down here in the first place?
Because there's a jinx
around that courtroom.
Yesterday, I had lunch
with the other two alternates
a car backed up and hit 'em. Not
bad, but they had to be excused.
I'm the only alternate left.
Hey, Quincy, where you goin'?
I gotta get back to court.
Oh, we forgot,
Mister Jurisprudence.
Well, I guess the wheels of
justice stop rolling for no man.
Well, if they did,
you'd be out of a job.
Hey, John, how about
a couple of sandwiches?
You got 'em. Someday
pay for 'em, huh?
Oh, very funny.
JUDGE: So accepted.
People's exhibit number thirteen.
Mister Hillyard?
Did you determine the
exact cause of death?
Yes. The bullet pierced the
upper segment of the aortic arch.
Death was almost instantaneous.
At this time, did
you remove material
from under the
victim's fingernails?
I did.
Did you also take
the specimens from
the body that Lieutenant
Davis requested?
Yes, along with the regular
tissue samples I take at an autopsy.
What did you do with them?
I gave them to
Lieutenant Davis to
deliver to the Sierra
West Laboratories.
He said it would be faster.
Thank you, Doctor.
Mister Temple?
No questions.
JUDGE: Doctor Quincy.
Well, I'd like to
know how much time
elapsed before the
specimens reached the lab?
Objection. That question
falls within the area
of special knowledge
and expertise.
Hmm. Well it is marginal,
but I'm going to allow it.
You may answer the question.
Well, I don't know for sure.
You see, I left the
funeral home around
ten and took the
stuff to my office.
Uh, Lieutenant Davis
picked it up around noon.
I assume he took it
directly to the laboratory.
Thank you.
I have a question, Your Honor.
Yes? I, uh... Yes,
Mrs. Hatfield?
Well, I'd like to ask,
uh, Doctor Morrissey
if he's married.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Now, Your Honor, I protest.
Now, this is becoming ridiculous!
I agree, I agree! That question
is completely out of order!
Now, I will not allow that
kind of frivolity in this court.
You may step down.
This is a scanning
electron micrograph
of material lifted from
the defendant's right hand.
It's enlarged five
thousand times.
Did you analyze this material
to determine exactly what it is?
I did. By what technique?
I used energy dispersive
X-ray auto-metal analysis.
And what did you find?
Uh, the significant
information is
that these particles
gave us a spectra like this.
Uh, they are particles of lead.
Such particles are characteristically
deposited on the skin
a split second after
firing a handgun.
In your expert opinion,
had the defendant, Frank Munson,
recently fired a handgun?
There was no doubt in my mind.
Thank you.
I would like to enter these prints
as People's Exhibit Eighteen.
So admitted.
May we see the elemental
spectra of the particles involved?
Objection.
Sustained.
That request clearly
comes from special
knowledge, and
I will not allow it.
May I approach the bench?
Please. Mr. Temple.
Your Honor, please
don't leave it at that.
I don't know what
this guy's up to, but...
Now, have you seen any
evidence of bias or prejudgment?
No.
I think he's just show-boating.
In that case, he could be all
over you when it's your turn.
The point is, merely
asking certain questions
can raise doubts in the minds
of some of the other jurors.
All right, I'll take care of it.
While I want the
jury to be satisfied
that they understand
the evidence,
counsel must be
allowed to control
the orderly presentation
of their cases.
Now, specifically, I'm
admonishing you, Doctor Quincy,
no more questions based
on your special knowledge!
And you know where
the line is as well as I do!
Now, I don't want to have to
take further steps in this matter.
Is that clear?
Yes, it is.
You performed certain
tests on this specimen.
I did.
Would you describe them please?
Well, first I performed an
anti-human semen serum test.
The result was positive, indicating
the specimen was human semen.
And next?
I typed it to determine
the blood type of the donor.
Would you explain
that to the jury please?
In most people, saliva and semen
can be typed exactly like blood
and all three will be the same
type from the same donor.
What was the type in this case?
Type B.
Now, you have
already testified that the
defendant, Frank
Munson, has Type B blood.
Yes.
What percentage of the
population has Type B blood?
It's relatively rare.
Ten to fifteen percent.
Did you also analyze a
sample of tissue identified to you
as being taken from under
the victim's fingernails?
I did.
Did you similarly examine a
sample of the defendant's skin?
I did.
In your expert opinion,
had the tissue which
was taken from under
the victim's fingernails
come from the defendant?
Yes, that is correct.
Suggesting that the victim had
struggled with the defendant?
Objection.
Calls for conclusion on
the part of the witness.
Sustained.
No further questions.
Recess until one-thirty.
And I must caution the
witness not to discuss the case.
(PHONE RINGING)
Lab, Fujiyama.
Sam, I've got a
question for you.
Quince where are you?
Criminal Courts Building.
I just wanted to double
check something.
The anti-human semen serum
test under any circumstances
would you use that on a sample
taken from the vaginal tract?
No way. It reacts with the
normal vaginal secretion,
and it indicates that semen
is present, even if it isn't.
You remember the Dolmen case.
I sure do.
You know, if this is
about the trial you're on,
Quince, you can
get in a lotta trouble.
Sam, even an ordinary
citizen has to touch every base.
Talk to you later.
Then you tell me what the hell I'm
paying you ten percent commission for?
The book is out there
drying up on the shelves,
and all I'm getting from
you is feeble excuses.
George, will you
relax? I'm on top of it.
Do not worry.
On top of it?
Two talk shows, one personal
appearance In three weeks,
and you're on top of it? I
tell you, I need exposure.
And I've got it for you.
St. Louis, Chicago, and the Hellinger
Today Show in San Francisco.
Now, he tapes Thursday
and I told him you'd he there.
Now, don't worry.
Thanks. Let's go, Len.
Judge came down
on you pretty good.
I deserved it. Hey, uh...
.You got more
questions, don't ya?
We're not supposed
to talk about the case.
I know.
You know, our jobs are
the same in some ways.
How so?
Well, if you have a
client and he has some
money, you have
to know the source,
so you know how
to declare it, right?
It can help a lot, tax wise.
The same in pathology.
Once you know where
the specimen comes from,
you know what
kind of tests to run.
You don't always know?
Well, not if somebody carries
it in and hands it to you.
- Like in this case.
- Ah.
Now you're being specific again.
In other words,
tests of this sort
are not done very
often in your laboratory?
That's not the bulk
of our business.
No further questions.
Any redirect?
No, Your Honor.
Yes?
I'd like to ask Doctor Feld
if he knew exactly where
the specimens came
from when he ran the tests.
Your Honor.
I'll handle it.
Is that your own question?
It is, Your Honor.
Have you discussed this case
with Doctor Quincy by any chance?
We've scrupulously
steered clear of the subject.
From now on, any questions
from the jury will be submitted
to me in writing beforehand,
including this one.
And then I will decide
whether to ask them.
You mind if I take another
peek at the exhibits here?
I'm afraid not.
Well, the lab report then, okay?
Quincy what are you up to now?
I wish I knew, Flo.
This is not unlike the
Fremont case, huh?
Except in that circumstance,
you were an expert,
and now you're
just a little alternate.
Yeah.
You mean, with
all those questions,
you don't have some
startling revelation for me?
Something that you feel
that I really should know?
- No, only questions, Flo.
- Like what?
Like what sort of expert testimony
is the defense gonna put on?
(LAUGHS) None of your business.
- Well, you're no help.
- Well, neither are you.
I guess we're just gonna have
to wait and see how it turns out.
You know, I almost kicked
you out of here today.
Oh, come on, Flo!
And then we would
have had a mistrial,
because I just dismissed
juror eight for hardship.
You mean, I'm on the jury now?
You are on the jury.
Now, try to be a good little
juror and stay very healthy,
because this trial
is very expensive.
We're not even half
way through it yet.
So, no monkey business.
Because if I have to kick you out,
I'm gonna drop the roof on you.
Oh, and one other thing.
What?
Don't call me Flo.
Do you swear the testimony
that you are about to give
in the matter
before this court is
the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?
I do.
Please be seated.
What was your relationship
with Shirley Ann Larrabee?
We were going to be married.
She was your fiancee?
Yes, Sir, Uh, but we
couldn't tell anybody about it.
See, her father, the reverend,
he didn't want any part of me.
About a year ago he
threw me off his property.
Why was that?
He said I wasn't suitable.
I had a previous record of
some petty stuff when I was a kid.
And how did you
support yourself?
Well, I worked at the
Shamrock Garage.
The night that Shirley
Ann was murdered,
you said that you met
her about nine o'clock?
Yes, Sir. At the coffee shop.
Well, we didn't
meet there exactly.
You see, I came in, and
then after a few minutes,
she'd get up and go
out and get in my car.
And then after another
few minutes, I'd go out.
That's how we did it so
nobody would know about us.
Go on.
Well, so anyway,
I got in the car
and we drove around some.
Well, we had a fight.
I mean, a fight,
a really big one.
See, I wanted to
go home with her.
Have it out with her
father, set a date,
get the whole thing
out in the open.
Everything.
But she wouldn't
have any part of it.
And when I started
driving there anyhow,
she started pulling at me
and made me stop the car.
Well, that when
she scratched me.
She got out, uh, I guess
I was pretty sore, too.
Well, I drove around awhile.
I went to her house.
See, I thought we
could talk about it.
Well, that's when
they told me that, uh,
that somebody had shot
her and they arrested me.
Did, uh, did you and Shirley Ann
have intimate physical
relations that night?
No. No, Sir, we never
did. We were gonna wait.
Tell me, when was the last
time you shot any kind of a gun?
Uh, eight months ago.
I use to have an old
thirty-eight revolver
that I used for target practice.
Do you still have it?
No, I sold it to a trucker.
And you haven't
fired any gun since?
I haven't even touched one.
Did you shoot
Shirley Ann Larrabee?
No, Sir.
I would've never have
laid a hand on her.
Why not, Frank?
I loved her.
She was everything to me.
Uh, last call, everybody. Now,
we have Tuesday, Wednesday
and Friday open.
(ALL ARGUING)
Pardon me. May I break this
up? What are we doing out here?
Do you realize the work we have to
do? Eddie, just a minute. Come on!
We're missing people,
and you're standing out here.
What are you doing, Eddie?
We're getting a pool together. You
know, we're making a small wager.
I know what a pool
is, Eddie. What's it for?
Well, some of us are
making small wagers
on whether Quincy
will finish or not.
Well, that's just ridiculous.
Especially during business hours.
You mean Fridays at
four and five are open?
Yes, Sir.
I'll take both those hours.
Quincy will wait till that
long, don't you think?
Put me down, quick.
How much is that?
$4.
Well, I'll pay you
later. All right?
Okay.
Now, remind me.
Mister Kaynor you're a
resident of Santa Isabel.
Are you acquainted with the
defendant, Frank Munson?
Yes, Sir.
How well do you know him?
Uh, well, like I see him
every once in a while.
Pass the time of
day, that sort of thing.
Umm-hmm. That's all.
Were you acquainted
with Shirley Ann Larrabee?
Yes, I was.
- How well did you know her?
- Real well.
I was engaged to her until she
took up with Frank and broke it off.
Are you telling us
that Frank Munson
replaced you in the affections
of Shirley Ann Larrabee?
Well, I suppose. Yes, Sir.
Did it make you jealous?
Oh, no. No, you see, by
then, I had a pretty good idea
what it was with her.
Tell us about it.
Okay. It bothered
me the first time,
but then I kinda caught on.
Excuse me uh, what
first time do you mean?
The first time we got engaged.
You were engaged
to Shirley Ann twice?
Yes, Sir. Uh, the first time
she dropped me for Lew Pfeiffer.
And that was a
couple of years ago.
What it was, she had this thing.
She'd say, "Let's get married,"
and then, "We can't
tell my folks just yet,"
and, of course, you'd say,
"Okay, okay. Anything you say."
She was pretty and all, but, I
mean, she could be a load and a half.
I, uh, I don't quite understand.
She'd start gettin'
you to do things.
Do things. What sort of things?
Anything.
Anything you didn't wanna do.
She she'd keep at
it, cryin' and wheedlin'
get crazier and
crazier until you did it.
I mean, this one time, she
tried to get me to steal a car.
I mean, for a joy ride.
Were you in love with her?
Not the second time, no.
Then why did you
agree to marry her?
Well, it wasn't
for real. I mean,
she was a minister's
daughter and all,
but well, you know.
Did you have intimate relations
with Shirley Ann Larrabee?
Yes, Sir.
You shut up, damn you!
Order! Mister Munson, order!
More than once?
Yes, Sir.
He's lying! That creep
is lying through his teeth!
Settle down, settle down!
Mister Munson, control yourself!
Now, if you can't control yourself,
I'm going to have you taken
out of this courtroom.
You can't let him say
those things! They're lies!
- Shirley Ann wasn't like that!
- Mister Munson!
You are not helping your
case with these outbursts.
Your Honor, may I have
a word with my client?
Yes.
What are you trying to do to me?
What are you trying to do to
me? I told you I didn't want any
testimony like
that from that guy.
Your Honor, may I
approach the bench, please?
Yes. Mister Hillyard.
What is it that you're saying?
I'm saying that I
can't control him.
Mister Munson, would
you approach the bench?
Now, weren't you told that
there would be testimony
unfavorable to the victim?
He never said anything
about stuff like that, no.
I told him I would be as
rough as I could on the girl,
and he agreed.
I don't care what I agreed.
I want to get a
different attorney.
I don't want him
representing me anymore.
Your Honor, at this point,
that would delay us for months.
I know.
I feel that you've been
competently represented,
and I don't see any grounds to
allow that in the middle of a trial.
Then I'll represent myself.
I have that right, don't I?
Mister Munson, you have been
charged with capital offenses.
I don't see any way in the
world that I can grant that.
Then somebody
tell me what I can do,
because I don't wanna hear
any more of this garbage.
Let me think about it.
And we'll all meet
in my chambers
tomorrow morning
at nine o'clock.
And then we'll discuss it.
Court is adjourned
until ten o'clock.
If he wants to plead
guilty, I can't stop him.
Well, you can
talk to him tonight.
You know, right now
he's very emotional.
Well, you'll have to do it. I'm due
in San Francisco at eight o'clock.
I'm taping a show
up there. A quick trip.
Excuse me.
Plugging the book, huh?
Certainly more
important than your client.
And certainly none of your
business, Doctor Quincy.
I'd like to speak to the
Judge, please. Just a moment.
Doctor Quincy.
Yeah, I know.
Doctor Quincy here
to see you, Your Honor.
Go right in.
May I see you for a moment?
Could I stop you?
What is it, Quincy?
I'd like to be
excused from the jury.
I just told you that that
would cause a mistrial!
It's gonna be a mistrial anyway.
Why? Because I can't stand that
circus out there.
Quincy, you promised me!
I tried, Flo, I tried
as hard as I could,
but there's a boy on
trial for his life out there!
I went to bat with
Hillyard twice for you!
You don't understand. There's so much
confusion and incompetence out there!
I don't believe that
I could stand by
and not use the special
knowledge I have.
This case is not
what it appears to be!
I know it! I feel it with
every professional instinct,
that it's taken me
twenty-five years to develop.
There is forensic evidence out
there that's being accepted at
face value that
has so many holes
in it that it looks
like Swiss cheese!
I'm not gonna stand
by and let Temple get
away with it without
challenging him!
Quincy I will not
declare a mistrial.
But I can't be impartial.
There are questions
that have to be answered!
You're not listening to me.
Now, you do what you have to
do, and I'll do what I have to do,
and we'll let the chips
fall where they may.
Okay.
And, Quincy they're going
to be very heavy chips.
And if they fall, they're
gonna fall on your head.
- Hey, Quince.
- Hello, old buddy.
What're you doing here? I
thought you were on duty.
Never mind. Where are you going?
I'm going home. No,
no, I need your help.
But I got a date, Quince.
This is very important.
Don't worry, it won't take
very long. Listen to me.
Now, these are
electron micrographs.
Hmm.
Magnification one thousand
to ten thousand. Okay?
Right.
Now, these here, what
do they look like to you?
Well, they look like
gunshot residue.
Yeah? Think you
could identify it?
Well maybe I got something
here to compare it with.
Okay. Oh, Eddie. Just
the man I'm lookin' for.
Have I got a project
for you. Come on.
That's what I was afraid of.
Can you blow this up? Just
these areas there to eight by tens?
Just the hands?
Yeah, just the hands.
It'll take a while. That's
okay. I don't need 'em until
before eight o'clock
tomorrow morning.
Oh, terrific! I hope it won't
delay things if I call Sharon and
tell her I won't be
home for dinner.
Oh, you're a real pal!
And give Sharon my love.
I don't think I better
mention it, Quince.
Hey, Quince, can I
ask you a question?
What? This...
This isn't evidence
from the trial, is it?
What are you, Philo Vance?
As far as you're concerned,
I just came over to say hello.
I mean, you know
how serious it can
be taking something
out of a courtroom.
This is important. Now,
what have you got?
If he wants to change his
plea, let him do it here and now.
He's had months
to consult with his
attorneys and settle on
a strategy for his defense.
To ask for further delay at this
point is absolutely ridiculous.
(PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me.
Send him in.
Well, gentlemen, the whole
discussion may be academic,
because that's Doctor
Quincy on his way in here.
Okay what's it all about?
I think Munson is innocent and
you should declare a mistrial.
Well, thank you
Doctor, but I think
I'd still prefer to make
my own decisions.
I'm going to introduce a
motion to excuse this juror.
Is there anything that you'd
like to say, Mister Temple?
Oh, include me
out. He's on our side.
Would you like to explain?
Well, there are a lot of things
about this trial that hug me.
Like the police letting between
eighteen and twenty people from
a bar mill around
the crime scene.
That must have been
like a Chinese fire drill.
What evidence they
destroyed, we'll never know.
As for your scientific evidence,
it didn't fit with what my
experience had taught me.
So, I took this lab report
home and I studied it.
Many, many points didn't match.
Let me see that, please.
You took this report
home with you last night?
Yes, I did. I took it to the lab
and I checked
everything out thoroughly.
That report is the basis
of Doctor Feld's testimony.
Well, Quincy, you're
right about one thing,
now we have a mistrial.
Congratulations, Doctor.
Months of work, thousands
and thousands of tax
payer's dollars, and now we
have to start all over again.
Gimme a couple of minutes,
could save the state a lot of money
and you a lot of time.
I hope I can convince
you, Mister Hillyard,
not to retry Frank Munson, because
you don't have much of a case.
Bad enough, the people
milling around the crime scene.
When I heard about the way
the evidence was handled,
the test's that were run, I
became very suspicious.
Take the anti-human
semen serum test.
That's useful if you want to identify
stains on clothing or on furniture,
things like that.
But under these circumstances,
it doesn't prove anything.
You wanna prove sexual contact,
you have to have
evidence of sperm,
of seminal acid phosphatase.
Wait a minute.
They got a B blood type
from the vaginal specimen,
but she had Type 0 blood.
Yeah, but the report says there
was heavy bacterial contamination
in the specimen,
and certain bacteria
can produce a
false B blood type.
But you don't know
that's the case.
No, but that eliminates your that
Frank Munson raped the victim
because there is no
other evidence of rape.
But that still doesn't change
the fact that they found gunshot
residue on his hands.
All right, let's talk about
the gun-shot residue.
The particles that
were taken from
the back of Frank Munson's hand
were lead but they
were not gunshot residue.
That peak there
this peak is bromine.
It shows up in all the spectra.
It identifies the
particles as exhaust,
coming from an engine
that burned leaded gasoline.
We know that Frank worked in a
garage and came in contact with exhaust.
If I understand you
correctly, Doctor.
There is nothing that disproves
that Frank Munson
fired that gun.
He admitted he was with her.
He admitted that they argued.
And nobody except
him had a motive.
It's very strange.
There is a piece of
evidence, that nobody
even bothered to ever
bring into testimony.
A smudge pattern
on the victims hand.
I had the hands and the
"at scene" photo blown up.
Nothing stops you,
does it, Doctor?
Not when I'm
looking for the truth.
It was a contact gunshot wound.
Notice the smudge on the
little finger on the left hand.
And the right palm.
Powder pattern from
the cyclinder of the gun.
I have seen this
pattern many times.
Are you saying that Shirley
and Larrabee committed suicide?
That's what I'm saying.
And if you
reinvestigate this case,
that's exactly what
you are going to find out.
Quincy, Quincy
what are you doing?
Trying to finish
the Doheny report,
if everybody will
leave me alone.
Listen, do you realize you're late
for your own press conference?
There's a room full of reporters
and TV cameras waiting upstairs.
I didn't set it up, you did!
You did such a great job on the
Munson case, I
want you to publicize
Well, come on, up and
at 'em up and at 'em.
Doctor Quincy,
you have a visitor.
Doctor Asten, George Temple.
How do you do? How do you do?
Quincy, we're late.
I'll be right with you.
Excuse me.
Well, Doctor, you
probably know by
now that I'm no
model of humility.
So an admission of guilt
on my part is quite a task.
You're timing is perfect. I'm holding
a press conference about the trial.
Well, I hope you won't
be too damaging or unkind.
I'll admit that your anger
for me was totally justified.
I guess I should have
spent more time on the case.
But there's a reason why
my book is so important to me.
You see, it's not just a
story of my accomplishments,
it also happens to be
a teaching document
which can help
thousands of young people
who have chosen the
law as a profession.
So, when you're talking to
those reporters, keep that in mind.
Keep that in mind.
I have no quarrel
with your book.
I'm only gonna tell them
the truth about the trial.
The truth is mentioned
in your book, isn't it?
As a matter of fact, it's
Maybe that's the way
you started Mr. Temple.
But you have turned
out to be the kinda lawyer
who is more interested
in the sale of his book.
Then the life of his client.
And by the way,
no one is born
without arrogance.
They cultivate it along the way.
Pete, the gentleman is leaving.
Aah! I see you made
yourself right at home.
Your secretary made me a
drink. Here, let me have those.
Yeah, take the ones
on the bottom, thank you.
I cannot believe this
case I'm working on.
There's this man you got that
who shoots his wife
because she you got that...
she is six months
behind in her alimony.
What d'ya want
me to do with these?
Stack 'em.
Yeah, that sounds
like a fascinating
case. I wish I was on the jury.
Please spare me. Once
in a lifetime is enough.
Oh, did you hear that they
reopened the case in Santa Isabel?
Yeah, Lieutenant Davis
called me this morning.
Said it was
definitely a suicide.
Shirley Ann
Larrabee shot herself
with a gun she
kept in her purse.
She carried a gun?
Well, they found
she was unstable.
In fact, the more they
dug, the more they found.
I don't see why it took them so
long to find the murder weapon.
Are you kiddin'? A
gang from the bar,
trampling over the
crime scene. Remember?
One of them picked up the gun as a
souvenir. Bartender squealed on them.
I don't think I have ever seen
a case more sloppily presented.
That's because everybody
approached it with a closed mind.
They said it was murder, and
that's what they set to prove.
Enough. Enough what?
Enough, enough, enough... What?
- Are you taking me to dinner?
- Yeah.
Where are you
taking me to dinner?
Well, I thought I'd
take you to Danny's.
- Danny's?
- Yeah.
What's the matter with Dany's?
I slave eight hours a day in
the courtroom and you are
gonna take me to Danny's?
Oh, come on, Flo I figured
by the time I got you home
and you changed, it'd be
too late even to go to Danny's.
- Changed?
- Yeah.
What do you call that?
Changed.
Your Honor, I must say,
you look tres chic tonight.
Tres extraordinaire.
Merci.
Is Quincy taking
you to an opera?
Well, actually, I kind
of threw him a curve.
You see, I dressed to the nines,
and so he's over there making
a dinner reservation at some
fancy restaurant,
like La Scoffier.
He's what?
Will you tell the maitre'd
that it's Doctor Quincy?
Yeah, I'll hang on.
What's the matter, the food isn't
good enough for you anymore?
Oh, it's not the food.
Well, what is it,
the atmosphere?
No, it's not the atmosphere.
The problem is that she
got dressed, Her Honor.
What am I gonna do?
A brand new dress.
Well, what do I look like
I'm wearing, a jump suit?
Give me a break? I gave
her a bad time at the trial.
I'm trying to make up for it.
Just what I need,
fair-weather friends.
You think I'm running
a spaghetti factory?
You know, I never
thought I'd see
the day when Quincy believed
the end justified the means.
What is that supposed to mean?
Well, I'm surprised that he
broke the law during that trial.
Now, wait a minute you're
underestimating Quincy's expertise.
He didn't break any law.
He took evidence out of
Judge Conoyer's courtroom,
didn't he Your Honor?
Well in a manner of speaking.
In a manner of speaking?
What is this, a conspiracy?
In the first place, the lab
report that Quincy borrowed
was never entered into evidence.
What about the photographs?
Mister Hillyard, the prosecutor,
entered the enlargements,
not the actual photos.
Oh, now wait a minute,
that's a technicality.
Your Honor...
Come on, Lieutenant,
don't tell me you
never use a technicality
when you break down a
door or you search a car,
or you have somebody
in for questioning?
Well maybe once or twice.
And in your own mind,
you used that technicality
to serve justice,
'cause you certainly didn't think
you were doing something illegal.
Oh, him, illegal?
How can you look into
those baby blue eyes
and ask such a foolish
question as that?
Huh? I suppose
you'll be leaving now?
Well, as a matter of
fact, with Flo's permission,
we'd like to stay here and
have dinner with our friends.
I was a little
insensitive and I'm sorry.
Okay.
Well, in that case
I will, uh, cook you the
creme de la creme cuisine.
Quincy, thanks for
getting us out of that.
That was as much
my fault as it was yours.
It was very, very sweet.
What sweet? La Scoffier
had a three hour wait.
Cheers.
this now. Ahhh!
Did you shoot
Shirley Ann Larrabee?
I loved her.
You mean, I'm on the jury now?
You are on the jury.
There's a jinx around
that court room.
I may move to excuse Quincy.
I'd like to know how
much time allowed before
the specimens reach the lab?
Objection.
I'm admonishing you, Dr. Quincy.
No more questions!
If this is about the
trial you're on Quince,
you can get into
a lot of trouble.
I'd like to be
excused from the jury.
That would cause a mistrial.
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the most fascinating
sphere of police work,
the world of forensic medicine.
Damn it, Shirl,
would you stop it?
I can't drive with
you yelling in my ear!
You're the one who's yelling!
You're the one who started it!
You want somebody to blame,
why don't you blame your father?
Oh, sure, it's his fault!
Just because he thinks I'm
too young to get married?
Too young that's
a lotta bull, Shirl.
You won't even let
me go near your father.
You know, I'm
beginning to wonder
which one of you I'm
not good enough for!
The Reverend or the
Reverend's precious little daughter.
I'm not gonna sit here and
listen to anymore of this!
The hell you're not! We're
gonna settle this now!
Ow!
Shirl, would you come back here?
No! Leave me alone!
I'm gonna see
what you really are.
I never wanna see
you again! Never!
Good morning, Doctor Quincy.
Morning, Mark.
Eddie wanted me to
tell you he'll be through
photographing the Morales
case in about fifteen minutes.
That phone company!
Charging me for an
overseas call I never made!
Do you wanna do Morales first,
or do you wanna do this John Doe?
It's a drowning.
Nigeria there it is.
Now, why would I call Nigeria?
Who do I know in Nigeria, Mark?
Beats me. I'm gonna
set up the Morales case.
Yeah. Go ahead do it. Do it.
Boy, oh, boy, oh, boy!
Good morning, Quince. Hi, Sam.
Uh, we got the silver stain
on the Jurgenson case.
Oh, by the way, you were
right about the calcification
on that ectopic pregnancy.
$48. What?
$48! The library charged
me $48 for an over-due book!
When was it due?
A year ago, June. I know
I returned it. I know it!
This book?
You borrowed it, too?
Hey, Sam! Yeah?
They accepted me on jury duty!
Jury duty?
Yeah!
ASTEN: Oh, no, no, no, no!
Well, I never thought they'd
accept me. Look at that!
Quincy, that couldn't
come at a worse time.
I mean, we're up to
our gills here, in work.
Joe Hibbs and Ben
are out with the flu.
If you get stuck
in a long trial, I...
Listen, one call, you know,
and I could postpone...
Oh, you know how
I feel about that.
Right. It's our
civic responsibility.
I mean, no one
should take for granted
the privilege of
serving on a jury.
That's right. And
I respect that.
What do ya mean, right?
Do you realize the hardship
that we'll be under here?
Now, you could do jury
duty some other time.
Naw, I wouldn't
feel right about it.
All right. I guess you won't
be working on this case.
A tanker coming into
San Pedro tomorrow.
One of the sailors died in
his sleep, an Indonesian.
Absolutely no symptoms.
Eh, maybe it was a heart attack.
No, no!
Apparently, somebody
put a curse on him.
What are you laughing
at? Do you think I would lie
about something
like that, to keep...
Yes I do! You'd
do anything to get...
You think I would lie? Yes I do!
A curse! That's exactly what the
radiogram said. No
symptoms, you see that?
Holy mackerel!
No, no, I can't.
- A curse?
- A curse.
Ah!
(GRUNTING)
And that was the last anyone
saw of Shirley Ann Larrabee alive.
Except the man who murdered her.
Now, I know some
of you must be saying,
that was an awfully
foolish thing for her to do.
A pretty, young
girl, walking alone,
in the middle of the night
along a deserted road.
But you must remember something,
this was Santa Isabel, a peaceful
little community in the foothills,
where everyone
felt safe all the time.
But on this particular night,
Shirley Ann was not safe.
Frank Munson was stalking her.
Stalking her like a wild animal.
He attacked.
She tried to defend herself,
but what chance did she have?
He easily overpowered
her and then,
he viciously raped her,
shot her in cold blood,
and left her crumpled body
lying on the ground to rot.
Stop that! That's a lie! My
son wouldn't do a thing like that!
Order! Order! We will
have order in my court!
Now, if there is one
more display like this,
I will instruct the bailiff to clear the
entire gallery. Is that understood?
Mister Hillyard,
you may proceed.
Frank Munson was...
Mister what's the matter?
What's going on?
It's my father! It's his
heart! Stay here, Frank!
JUDGE: Let's clear the jury.
We'll take a thirty minute recess.
Ned, please call an ambulance.
Your honor may I
go to him, please?
Yes. And could you
have someone call
the fire department,
the paramedics?
Ned, would you
take care of that?
Everyone, please,
clear the courtroom.
Excuse me give me some
air, please. Thank you.
I gotta go to him lemme go!
Hold on, Frank. Take it easy.
Your honor, can my
client remain here?
It's his father.
Yes. Of course.
Ten-four we're ready to
transport. ETA, seven minutes.
Squad One-oh-eight, clear.
I know I don't have
to tell you fellas
to keep your eyes
on the drip rate.
With three IV's in him, we
don't wanna overload his heart.
I'll be monitoring.
Bailiff, would you remove the
defendant from the courtroom please?
Yes, Your Honor.
Your Honor, please
Can I go with my father?
I'm terribly sorry, but
that's out of the question.
We'll keep you informed, Frank.
Come on, Frank.
Okay, let's lift him.
Doctor Quincy.
I'll be right with
you, Your Honor.
Gentlemen, I think that
perhaps we had better discuss
what problems this
might make for us.
Well, I don't see
any problems for me.
I may move to excuse Quincy.
Then I'd have to oppose that.
What if down the line somewhere
we run short of jurors and
are forced into a mistrial?
Starting all over again would
be very unfair to my client.
His resources are very low.
On the other hand, Quincy
has had personal contact
with your man
outside the proceeding.
I wouldn't call that personal.
He just reacted
like any other doctor
would, under the circumstances.
I'm not gonna have
some guy on the jury...
Gentlemen why don't we wait
until Doctor Quincy is finished,
and then we'll decide.
I guess that does it.
Gentlemen, Doctor Quincy, first
let me say how much we
appreciate what you did just now.
I'm glad I was able to help.
Now do you feel that
what just happened
has increased your
sympathy for the defendant?
Of course.
But purely in a
professional way.
Just like any of
you with a client.
You're sympathetic, but you
wouldn't let it affect your judgment.
Do you feel that
you could render
an objective
verdict in this case?
This had nothing
to do with the case.
All right. Thank
you, Doctor Quincy.
Do you mind waiting in
the jury room, please?
Well, gentlemen, I'm satisfied.
It still bothers me.
I know Doctor Quincy, and I know
that he's honest and
that he's objective.
So, let me suggest
that we keep him on,
but we all agree that he will
be the last alternate called.
Fine with me.
I guess I can live with that.
Good. Let's get on with it.
How's Quincy's jury duty coming?
Oh, thirty-six hours
and still holding.
Ah, I guess I'm out two bucks. I
didn't think he could sit still that long.
Two bucks?
Yeah. Didn't you hear? Eddie's
got a time pool goin' on when
that lady judge will
give Quincy the boot.
Hey, I gotta get in on that.
You know, I'm less worried
about Quincy coming through this
than I am about the
judicial system surviving.
Huh! Maybe we oughta get a
brand new pool goin' on that.
Right.
Pass these back, please. Sir.
Yeah.
Sorry I'm late. It was
crowded, Your Honor.
(MAN LAUGHING)
Hey, what happened to
Mrs. What's-her-name?
Timothy? Yeah.
Bailiff says she's got the flu.
Oh.
You made it, huh?
In the interest of time, Your
Honor, I'd like to continue.
Proceed, please.
Thank you.
Lieutenant Davis,
what did you do next?
Having tentatively identified
the victim, I proceeded directly
to Reverend Larrabee's
home, to notify the family.
I arrived there at
approximately ten-twenty-seven.
Excuse me?
JUDGE: What is it, Doctor?
May I have a
magnifying glass, please?
A what? A magnifying glass.
What for?
Well, the Lieutenant yesterday
testified about the bullet wound,
but I can't make it out
clearly in this picture because
of the print pattern
on her blouse.
Now that you mention
it, I couldn't either.
Did you notice...
MAN: Same here!
(GAVEL POUNDING)
I have no objection.
Do we have a magnifying glass?
Yes, Your Honor.
I promise you that the jury will
have sufficient time
to review the evidence.
Now you may proceed.
Who was at the Larrabee home?
Reverend Larrabee and his wife.
They were quite
upset, of course.
After approximately ten minutes,
the defendant, Frank Munson,
drove up and said he
wanted to see Shirley Ann.
Did you know anything
unusual about him?
Yes. He was in a
state of great agitation.
Objection. Conclusion
on the part of the witness.
JUDGE: Sustained.
Anything specifically unusual?
Yes, Sir, he had two fresh,
large scratches on his left cheek.
He stated Shirley
Ann had scratched him.
Did you read him his
constitutional rights?
I did.
Did the defendant
waive those rights?
After I told him Shirley
Ann had been murdered,
he wouldn't say anything at all.
I took him into custody at
approximately eleven-fifteen.
Did you search for
a murder weapon?
I did. But we
haven't found it yet.
Did you have any
reason to believe
that Frank Munson
might own a firearm?
Yes, I did.
As a result of
your official duties?
Yes, Sir. I had
observed Frank Munson
with a thirty-eight
caliber revolver.
(ALL CHATTERING)
Now, in that time, how many
homicides have you investigated?
Well, the department's
investigating...
No, no I mean, you personally.
Three.
Including this one?
That's correct.
So, that in your entire
fourteen year career,
you investigated a grand
total of three homicides.
Yes, Sir.
Lieutenant, in
your earlier official
contacts with the defendant,
uh, did you develop any,
uh, any feelings about him?
HILLYARD: Objection. No
groundwork has no bearing at all.
Your Honor, I intend to
introduce witness that will testify...
You'll have to wait,
Mister Temple. Sustained.
In this case, Lieutenant,
how many potential
suspects did you investigate?
None, Sir.
So, that you nailed Frank Munson
one hour after you learned
of the crime and that was that.
Well, no not exactly.
Not exactly?
Thank you.
Redirect?
Yes, please.
Lieutenant, after you
arrested Frank Munson,
how many people did you
interview before you satisfied yourself
that he was, in fact,
the only suspect?
Thirty-four.
Thirty-four.
Did you develop any
information implicating
anybody except Frank Munson?
No, Sir. Thank you.
Nothing further.
You may step down.
I have a question, Your Honor.
What sort of question?
Well, I'd like to ask the
Lieutenant how many people visited
the crime scene before
the body was removed.
I don't see the relevance.
Well, in some of the
photos I see cigarette butts.
I counted six,
and one cigar butt.
But some of the other
photos don't show anything.
Well, I'll take a
look at the pictures.
Oh, you'll need this.
Yes, that's all
right, Doctor Quincy.
The clerk will pick
it up. Thank you.
Compare picture one to five.
(ALL DISCUSSING)
QUINCY: You can't see it
without the magnifying glass.
(JURY CONINUES DISCUSSING)
(GAVEL POUNDING)
You have a relevant point.
You may answer the question.
It varied. There's a beer bar up
the road about a mile and a half
and people came down to look.
Approximately eighteen
to twenty, at most.
Thank you.
(JURY STARTS DISCUSSING)
(GAVEL POUNDING)
Good night,
gentlemen. Good night.
Doctor Quincy. Yes?
I didn't know we
could ask questions.
Oh, sure. Anything
that's not clear.
Any information that
you want, just ask.
Anything at all?
Of course.
Subject to all the rules
and the Judge's discretion.
Well, that makes it
quite exciting, I must say.
Thank you. Good
evening, gentlemen.
BOTH: Good night.
See ya tomorrow.
Yeah, okay, Doc.
Uh, how about another
sandwich? You've only had two.
What're you doin',
counting? Yeah.
Savin' room for dessert.
That's how you watch
your weight, huh?
You eat and then you watch it.
I've been sitting on a jury all
morning. That makes ya hungry.
Now, what have ya got?
Italian cheese cake. Very light.
No, I can't. I gotta
get back to court.
Well, why did you come all the
way down here in the first place?
Because there's a jinx
around that courtroom.
Yesterday, I had lunch
with the other two alternates
a car backed up and hit 'em. Not
bad, but they had to be excused.
I'm the only alternate left.
Hey, Quincy, where you goin'?
I gotta get back to court.
Oh, we forgot,
Mister Jurisprudence.
Well, I guess the wheels of
justice stop rolling for no man.
Well, if they did,
you'd be out of a job.
Hey, John, how about
a couple of sandwiches?
You got 'em. Someday
pay for 'em, huh?
Oh, very funny.
JUDGE: So accepted.
People's exhibit number thirteen.
Mister Hillyard?
Did you determine the
exact cause of death?
Yes. The bullet pierced the
upper segment of the aortic arch.
Death was almost instantaneous.
At this time, did
you remove material
from under the
victim's fingernails?
I did.
Did you also take
the specimens from
the body that Lieutenant
Davis requested?
Yes, along with the regular
tissue samples I take at an autopsy.
What did you do with them?
I gave them to
Lieutenant Davis to
deliver to the Sierra
West Laboratories.
He said it would be faster.
Thank you, Doctor.
Mister Temple?
No questions.
JUDGE: Doctor Quincy.
Well, I'd like to
know how much time
elapsed before the
specimens reached the lab?
Objection. That question
falls within the area
of special knowledge
and expertise.
Hmm. Well it is marginal,
but I'm going to allow it.
You may answer the question.
Well, I don't know for sure.
You see, I left the
funeral home around
ten and took the
stuff to my office.
Uh, Lieutenant Davis
picked it up around noon.
I assume he took it
directly to the laboratory.
Thank you.
I have a question, Your Honor.
Yes? I, uh... Yes,
Mrs. Hatfield?
Well, I'd like to ask,
uh, Doctor Morrissey
if he's married.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Now, Your Honor, I protest.
Now, this is becoming ridiculous!
I agree, I agree! That question
is completely out of order!
Now, I will not allow that
kind of frivolity in this court.
You may step down.
This is a scanning
electron micrograph
of material lifted from
the defendant's right hand.
It's enlarged five
thousand times.
Did you analyze this material
to determine exactly what it is?
I did. By what technique?
I used energy dispersive
X-ray auto-metal analysis.
And what did you find?
Uh, the significant
information is
that these particles
gave us a spectra like this.
Uh, they are particles of lead.
Such particles are characteristically
deposited on the skin
a split second after
firing a handgun.
In your expert opinion,
had the defendant, Frank Munson,
recently fired a handgun?
There was no doubt in my mind.
Thank you.
I would like to enter these prints
as People's Exhibit Eighteen.
So admitted.
May we see the elemental
spectra of the particles involved?
Objection.
Sustained.
That request clearly
comes from special
knowledge, and
I will not allow it.
May I approach the bench?
Please. Mr. Temple.
Your Honor, please
don't leave it at that.
I don't know what
this guy's up to, but...
Now, have you seen any
evidence of bias or prejudgment?
No.
I think he's just show-boating.
In that case, he could be all
over you when it's your turn.
The point is, merely
asking certain questions
can raise doubts in the minds
of some of the other jurors.
All right, I'll take care of it.
While I want the
jury to be satisfied
that they understand
the evidence,
counsel must be
allowed to control
the orderly presentation
of their cases.
Now, specifically, I'm
admonishing you, Doctor Quincy,
no more questions based
on your special knowledge!
And you know where
the line is as well as I do!
Now, I don't want to have to
take further steps in this matter.
Is that clear?
Yes, it is.
You performed certain
tests on this specimen.
I did.
Would you describe them please?
Well, first I performed an
anti-human semen serum test.
The result was positive, indicating
the specimen was human semen.
And next?
I typed it to determine
the blood type of the donor.
Would you explain
that to the jury please?
In most people, saliva and semen
can be typed exactly like blood
and all three will be the same
type from the same donor.
What was the type in this case?
Type B.
Now, you have
already testified that the
defendant, Frank
Munson, has Type B blood.
Yes.
What percentage of the
population has Type B blood?
It's relatively rare.
Ten to fifteen percent.
Did you also analyze a
sample of tissue identified to you
as being taken from under
the victim's fingernails?
I did.
Did you similarly examine a
sample of the defendant's skin?
I did.
In your expert opinion,
had the tissue which
was taken from under
the victim's fingernails
come from the defendant?
Yes, that is correct.
Suggesting that the victim had
struggled with the defendant?
Objection.
Calls for conclusion on
the part of the witness.
Sustained.
No further questions.
Recess until one-thirty.
And I must caution the
witness not to discuss the case.
(PHONE RINGING)
Lab, Fujiyama.
Sam, I've got a
question for you.
Quince where are you?
Criminal Courts Building.
I just wanted to double
check something.
The anti-human semen serum
test under any circumstances
would you use that on a sample
taken from the vaginal tract?
No way. It reacts with the
normal vaginal secretion,
and it indicates that semen
is present, even if it isn't.
You remember the Dolmen case.
I sure do.
You know, if this is
about the trial you're on,
Quince, you can
get in a lotta trouble.
Sam, even an ordinary
citizen has to touch every base.
Talk to you later.
Then you tell me what the hell I'm
paying you ten percent commission for?
The book is out there
drying up on the shelves,
and all I'm getting from
you is feeble excuses.
George, will you
relax? I'm on top of it.
Do not worry.
On top of it?
Two talk shows, one personal
appearance In three weeks,
and you're on top of it? I
tell you, I need exposure.
And I've got it for you.
St. Louis, Chicago, and the Hellinger
Today Show in San Francisco.
Now, he tapes Thursday
and I told him you'd he there.
Now, don't worry.
Thanks. Let's go, Len.
Judge came down
on you pretty good.
I deserved it. Hey, uh...
.You got more
questions, don't ya?
We're not supposed
to talk about the case.
I know.
You know, our jobs are
the same in some ways.
How so?
Well, if you have a
client and he has some
money, you have
to know the source,
so you know how
to declare it, right?
It can help a lot, tax wise.
The same in pathology.
Once you know where
the specimen comes from,
you know what
kind of tests to run.
You don't always know?
Well, not if somebody carries
it in and hands it to you.
- Like in this case.
- Ah.
Now you're being specific again.
In other words,
tests of this sort
are not done very
often in your laboratory?
That's not the bulk
of our business.
No further questions.
Any redirect?
No, Your Honor.
Yes?
I'd like to ask Doctor Feld
if he knew exactly where
the specimens came
from when he ran the tests.
Your Honor.
I'll handle it.
Is that your own question?
It is, Your Honor.
Have you discussed this case
with Doctor Quincy by any chance?
We've scrupulously
steered clear of the subject.
From now on, any questions
from the jury will be submitted
to me in writing beforehand,
including this one.
And then I will decide
whether to ask them.
You mind if I take another
peek at the exhibits here?
I'm afraid not.
Well, the lab report then, okay?
Quincy what are you up to now?
I wish I knew, Flo.
This is not unlike the
Fremont case, huh?
Except in that circumstance,
you were an expert,
and now you're
just a little alternate.
Yeah.
You mean, with
all those questions,
you don't have some
startling revelation for me?
Something that you feel
that I really should know?
- No, only questions, Flo.
- Like what?
Like what sort of expert testimony
is the defense gonna put on?
(LAUGHS) None of your business.
- Well, you're no help.
- Well, neither are you.
I guess we're just gonna have
to wait and see how it turns out.
You know, I almost kicked
you out of here today.
Oh, come on, Flo!
And then we would
have had a mistrial,
because I just dismissed
juror eight for hardship.
You mean, I'm on the jury now?
You are on the jury.
Now, try to be a good little
juror and stay very healthy,
because this trial
is very expensive.
We're not even half
way through it yet.
So, no monkey business.
Because if I have to kick you out,
I'm gonna drop the roof on you.
Oh, and one other thing.
What?
Don't call me Flo.
Do you swear the testimony
that you are about to give
in the matter
before this court is
the truth, the whole truth,
and nothing but the truth?
I do.
Please be seated.
What was your relationship
with Shirley Ann Larrabee?
We were going to be married.
She was your fiancee?
Yes, Sir, Uh, but we
couldn't tell anybody about it.
See, her father, the reverend,
he didn't want any part of me.
About a year ago he
threw me off his property.
Why was that?
He said I wasn't suitable.
I had a previous record of
some petty stuff when I was a kid.
And how did you
support yourself?
Well, I worked at the
Shamrock Garage.
The night that Shirley
Ann was murdered,
you said that you met
her about nine o'clock?
Yes, Sir. At the coffee shop.
Well, we didn't
meet there exactly.
You see, I came in, and
then after a few minutes,
she'd get up and go
out and get in my car.
And then after another
few minutes, I'd go out.
That's how we did it so
nobody would know about us.
Go on.
Well, so anyway,
I got in the car
and we drove around some.
Well, we had a fight.
I mean, a fight,
a really big one.
See, I wanted to
go home with her.
Have it out with her
father, set a date,
get the whole thing
out in the open.
Everything.
But she wouldn't
have any part of it.
And when I started
driving there anyhow,
she started pulling at me
and made me stop the car.
Well, that when
she scratched me.
She got out, uh, I guess
I was pretty sore, too.
Well, I drove around awhile.
I went to her house.
See, I thought we
could talk about it.
Well, that's when
they told me that, uh,
that somebody had shot
her and they arrested me.
Did, uh, did you and Shirley Ann
have intimate physical
relations that night?
No. No, Sir, we never
did. We were gonna wait.
Tell me, when was the last
time you shot any kind of a gun?
Uh, eight months ago.
I use to have an old
thirty-eight revolver
that I used for target practice.
Do you still have it?
No, I sold it to a trucker.
And you haven't
fired any gun since?
I haven't even touched one.
Did you shoot
Shirley Ann Larrabee?
No, Sir.
I would've never have
laid a hand on her.
Why not, Frank?
I loved her.
She was everything to me.
Uh, last call, everybody. Now,
we have Tuesday, Wednesday
and Friday open.
(ALL ARGUING)
Pardon me. May I break this
up? What are we doing out here?
Do you realize the work we have to
do? Eddie, just a minute. Come on!
We're missing people,
and you're standing out here.
What are you doing, Eddie?
We're getting a pool together. You
know, we're making a small wager.
I know what a pool
is, Eddie. What's it for?
Well, some of us are
making small wagers
on whether Quincy
will finish or not.
Well, that's just ridiculous.
Especially during business hours.
You mean Fridays at
four and five are open?
Yes, Sir.
I'll take both those hours.
Quincy will wait till that
long, don't you think?
Put me down, quick.
How much is that?
$4.
Well, I'll pay you
later. All right?
Okay.
Now, remind me.
Mister Kaynor you're a
resident of Santa Isabel.
Are you acquainted with the
defendant, Frank Munson?
Yes, Sir.
How well do you know him?
Uh, well, like I see him
every once in a while.
Pass the time of
day, that sort of thing.
Umm-hmm. That's all.
Were you acquainted
with Shirley Ann Larrabee?
Yes, I was.
- How well did you know her?
- Real well.
I was engaged to her until she
took up with Frank and broke it off.
Are you telling us
that Frank Munson
replaced you in the affections
of Shirley Ann Larrabee?
Well, I suppose. Yes, Sir.
Did it make you jealous?
Oh, no. No, you see, by
then, I had a pretty good idea
what it was with her.
Tell us about it.
Okay. It bothered
me the first time,
but then I kinda caught on.
Excuse me uh, what
first time do you mean?
The first time we got engaged.
You were engaged
to Shirley Ann twice?
Yes, Sir. Uh, the first time
she dropped me for Lew Pfeiffer.
And that was a
couple of years ago.
What it was, she had this thing.
She'd say, "Let's get married,"
and then, "We can't
tell my folks just yet,"
and, of course, you'd say,
"Okay, okay. Anything you say."
She was pretty and all, but, I
mean, she could be a load and a half.
I, uh, I don't quite understand.
She'd start gettin'
you to do things.
Do things. What sort of things?
Anything.
Anything you didn't wanna do.
She she'd keep at
it, cryin' and wheedlin'
get crazier and
crazier until you did it.
I mean, this one time, she
tried to get me to steal a car.
I mean, for a joy ride.
Were you in love with her?
Not the second time, no.
Then why did you
agree to marry her?
Well, it wasn't
for real. I mean,
she was a minister's
daughter and all,
but well, you know.
Did you have intimate relations
with Shirley Ann Larrabee?
Yes, Sir.
You shut up, damn you!
Order! Mister Munson, order!
More than once?
Yes, Sir.
He's lying! That creep
is lying through his teeth!
Settle down, settle down!
Mister Munson, control yourself!
Now, if you can't control yourself,
I'm going to have you taken
out of this courtroom.
You can't let him say
those things! They're lies!
- Shirley Ann wasn't like that!
- Mister Munson!
You are not helping your
case with these outbursts.
Your Honor, may I have
a word with my client?
Yes.
What are you trying to do to me?
What are you trying to do to
me? I told you I didn't want any
testimony like
that from that guy.
Your Honor, may I
approach the bench, please?
Yes. Mister Hillyard.
What is it that you're saying?
I'm saying that I
can't control him.
Mister Munson, would
you approach the bench?
Now, weren't you told that
there would be testimony
unfavorable to the victim?
He never said anything
about stuff like that, no.
I told him I would be as
rough as I could on the girl,
and he agreed.
I don't care what I agreed.
I want to get a
different attorney.
I don't want him
representing me anymore.
Your Honor, at this point,
that would delay us for months.
I know.
I feel that you've been
competently represented,
and I don't see any grounds to
allow that in the middle of a trial.
Then I'll represent myself.
I have that right, don't I?
Mister Munson, you have been
charged with capital offenses.
I don't see any way in the
world that I can grant that.
Then somebody
tell me what I can do,
because I don't wanna hear
any more of this garbage.
Let me think about it.
And we'll all meet
in my chambers
tomorrow morning
at nine o'clock.
And then we'll discuss it.
Court is adjourned
until ten o'clock.
If he wants to plead
guilty, I can't stop him.
Well, you can
talk to him tonight.
You know, right now
he's very emotional.
Well, you'll have to do it. I'm due
in San Francisco at eight o'clock.
I'm taping a show
up there. A quick trip.
Excuse me.
Plugging the book, huh?
Certainly more
important than your client.
And certainly none of your
business, Doctor Quincy.
I'd like to speak to the
Judge, please. Just a moment.
Doctor Quincy.
Yeah, I know.
Doctor Quincy here
to see you, Your Honor.
Go right in.
May I see you for a moment?
Could I stop you?
What is it, Quincy?
I'd like to be
excused from the jury.
I just told you that that
would cause a mistrial!
It's gonna be a mistrial anyway.
Why? Because I can't stand that
circus out there.
Quincy, you promised me!
I tried, Flo, I tried
as hard as I could,
but there's a boy on
trial for his life out there!
I went to bat with
Hillyard twice for you!
You don't understand. There's so much
confusion and incompetence out there!
I don't believe that
I could stand by
and not use the special
knowledge I have.
This case is not
what it appears to be!
I know it! I feel it with
every professional instinct,
that it's taken me
twenty-five years to develop.
There is forensic evidence out
there that's being accepted at
face value that
has so many holes
in it that it looks
like Swiss cheese!
I'm not gonna stand
by and let Temple get
away with it without
challenging him!
Quincy I will not
declare a mistrial.
But I can't be impartial.
There are questions
that have to be answered!
You're not listening to me.
Now, you do what you have to
do, and I'll do what I have to do,
and we'll let the chips
fall where they may.
Okay.
And, Quincy they're going
to be very heavy chips.
And if they fall, they're
gonna fall on your head.
- Hey, Quince.
- Hello, old buddy.
What're you doing here? I
thought you were on duty.
Never mind. Where are you going?
I'm going home. No,
no, I need your help.
But I got a date, Quince.
This is very important.
Don't worry, it won't take
very long. Listen to me.
Now, these are
electron micrographs.
Hmm.
Magnification one thousand
to ten thousand. Okay?
Right.
Now, these here, what
do they look like to you?
Well, they look like
gunshot residue.
Yeah? Think you
could identify it?
Well maybe I got something
here to compare it with.
Okay. Oh, Eddie. Just
the man I'm lookin' for.
Have I got a project
for you. Come on.
That's what I was afraid of.
Can you blow this up? Just
these areas there to eight by tens?
Just the hands?
Yeah, just the hands.
It'll take a while. That's
okay. I don't need 'em until
before eight o'clock
tomorrow morning.
Oh, terrific! I hope it won't
delay things if I call Sharon and
tell her I won't be
home for dinner.
Oh, you're a real pal!
And give Sharon my love.
I don't think I better
mention it, Quince.
Hey, Quince, can I
ask you a question?
What? This...
This isn't evidence
from the trial, is it?
What are you, Philo Vance?
As far as you're concerned,
I just came over to say hello.
I mean, you know
how serious it can
be taking something
out of a courtroom.
This is important. Now,
what have you got?
If he wants to change his
plea, let him do it here and now.
He's had months
to consult with his
attorneys and settle on
a strategy for his defense.
To ask for further delay at this
point is absolutely ridiculous.
(PHONE RINGING)
Excuse me.
Send him in.
Well, gentlemen, the whole
discussion may be academic,
because that's Doctor
Quincy on his way in here.
Okay what's it all about?
I think Munson is innocent and
you should declare a mistrial.
Well, thank you
Doctor, but I think
I'd still prefer to make
my own decisions.
I'm going to introduce a
motion to excuse this juror.
Is there anything that you'd
like to say, Mister Temple?
Oh, include me
out. He's on our side.
Would you like to explain?
Well, there are a lot of things
about this trial that hug me.
Like the police letting between
eighteen and twenty people from
a bar mill around
the crime scene.
That must have been
like a Chinese fire drill.
What evidence they
destroyed, we'll never know.
As for your scientific evidence,
it didn't fit with what my
experience had taught me.
So, I took this lab report
home and I studied it.
Many, many points didn't match.
Let me see that, please.
You took this report
home with you last night?
Yes, I did. I took it to the lab
and I checked
everything out thoroughly.
That report is the basis
of Doctor Feld's testimony.
Well, Quincy, you're
right about one thing,
now we have a mistrial.
Congratulations, Doctor.
Months of work, thousands
and thousands of tax
payer's dollars, and now we
have to start all over again.
Gimme a couple of minutes,
could save the state a lot of money
and you a lot of time.
I hope I can convince
you, Mister Hillyard,
not to retry Frank Munson, because
you don't have much of a case.
Bad enough, the people
milling around the crime scene.
When I heard about the way
the evidence was handled,
the test's that were run, I
became very suspicious.
Take the anti-human
semen serum test.
That's useful if you want to identify
stains on clothing or on furniture,
things like that.
But under these circumstances,
it doesn't prove anything.
You wanna prove sexual contact,
you have to have
evidence of sperm,
of seminal acid phosphatase.
Wait a minute.
They got a B blood type
from the vaginal specimen,
but she had Type 0 blood.
Yeah, but the report says there
was heavy bacterial contamination
in the specimen,
and certain bacteria
can produce a
false B blood type.
But you don't know
that's the case.
No, but that eliminates your that
Frank Munson raped the victim
because there is no
other evidence of rape.
But that still doesn't change
the fact that they found gunshot
residue on his hands.
All right, let's talk about
the gun-shot residue.
The particles that
were taken from
the back of Frank Munson's hand
were lead but they
were not gunshot residue.
That peak there
this peak is bromine.
It shows up in all the spectra.
It identifies the
particles as exhaust,
coming from an engine
that burned leaded gasoline.
We know that Frank worked in a
garage and came in contact with exhaust.
If I understand you
correctly, Doctor.
There is nothing that disproves
that Frank Munson
fired that gun.
He admitted he was with her.
He admitted that they argued.
And nobody except
him had a motive.
It's very strange.
There is a piece of
evidence, that nobody
even bothered to ever
bring into testimony.
A smudge pattern
on the victims hand.
I had the hands and the
"at scene" photo blown up.
Nothing stops you,
does it, Doctor?
Not when I'm
looking for the truth.
It was a contact gunshot wound.
Notice the smudge on the
little finger on the left hand.
And the right palm.
Powder pattern from
the cyclinder of the gun.
I have seen this
pattern many times.
Are you saying that Shirley
and Larrabee committed suicide?
That's what I'm saying.
And if you
reinvestigate this case,
that's exactly what
you are going to find out.
Quincy, Quincy
what are you doing?
Trying to finish
the Doheny report,
if everybody will
leave me alone.
Listen, do you realize you're late
for your own press conference?
There's a room full of reporters
and TV cameras waiting upstairs.
I didn't set it up, you did!
You did such a great job on the
Munson case, I
want you to publicize
Well, come on, up and
at 'em up and at 'em.
Doctor Quincy,
you have a visitor.
Doctor Asten, George Temple.
How do you do? How do you do?
Quincy, we're late.
I'll be right with you.
Excuse me.
Well, Doctor, you
probably know by
now that I'm no
model of humility.
So an admission of guilt
on my part is quite a task.
You're timing is perfect. I'm holding
a press conference about the trial.
Well, I hope you won't
be too damaging or unkind.
I'll admit that your anger
for me was totally justified.
I guess I should have
spent more time on the case.
But there's a reason why
my book is so important to me.
You see, it's not just a
story of my accomplishments,
it also happens to be
a teaching document
which can help
thousands of young people
who have chosen the
law as a profession.
So, when you're talking to
those reporters, keep that in mind.
Keep that in mind.
I have no quarrel
with your book.
I'm only gonna tell them
the truth about the trial.
The truth is mentioned
in your book, isn't it?
As a matter of fact, it's
Maybe that's the way
you started Mr. Temple.
But you have turned
out to be the kinda lawyer
who is more interested
in the sale of his book.
Then the life of his client.
And by the way,
no one is born
without arrogance.
They cultivate it along the way.
Pete, the gentleman is leaving.
Aah! I see you made
yourself right at home.
Your secretary made me a
drink. Here, let me have those.
Yeah, take the ones
on the bottom, thank you.
I cannot believe this
case I'm working on.
There's this man you got that
who shoots his wife
because she you got that...
she is six months
behind in her alimony.
What d'ya want
me to do with these?
Stack 'em.
Yeah, that sounds
like a fascinating
case. I wish I was on the jury.
Please spare me. Once
in a lifetime is enough.
Oh, did you hear that they
reopened the case in Santa Isabel?
Yeah, Lieutenant Davis
called me this morning.
Said it was
definitely a suicide.
Shirley Ann
Larrabee shot herself
with a gun she
kept in her purse.
She carried a gun?
Well, they found
she was unstable.
In fact, the more they
dug, the more they found.
I don't see why it took them so
long to find the murder weapon.
Are you kiddin'? A
gang from the bar,
trampling over the
crime scene. Remember?
One of them picked up the gun as a
souvenir. Bartender squealed on them.
I don't think I have ever seen
a case more sloppily presented.
That's because everybody
approached it with a closed mind.
They said it was murder, and
that's what they set to prove.
Enough. Enough what?
Enough, enough, enough... What?
- Are you taking me to dinner?
- Yeah.
Where are you
taking me to dinner?
Well, I thought I'd
take you to Danny's.
- Danny's?
- Yeah.
What's the matter with Dany's?
I slave eight hours a day in
the courtroom and you are
gonna take me to Danny's?
Oh, come on, Flo I figured
by the time I got you home
and you changed, it'd be
too late even to go to Danny's.
- Changed?
- Yeah.
What do you call that?
Changed.
Your Honor, I must say,
you look tres chic tonight.
Tres extraordinaire.
Merci.
Is Quincy taking
you to an opera?
Well, actually, I kind
of threw him a curve.
You see, I dressed to the nines,
and so he's over there making
a dinner reservation at some
fancy restaurant,
like La Scoffier.
He's what?
Will you tell the maitre'd
that it's Doctor Quincy?
Yeah, I'll hang on.
What's the matter, the food isn't
good enough for you anymore?
Oh, it's not the food.
Well, what is it,
the atmosphere?
No, it's not the atmosphere.
The problem is that she
got dressed, Her Honor.
What am I gonna do?
A brand new dress.
Well, what do I look like
I'm wearing, a jump suit?
Give me a break? I gave
her a bad time at the trial.
I'm trying to make up for it.
Just what I need,
fair-weather friends.
You think I'm running
a spaghetti factory?
You know, I never
thought I'd see
the day when Quincy believed
the end justified the means.
What is that supposed to mean?
Well, I'm surprised that he
broke the law during that trial.
Now, wait a minute you're
underestimating Quincy's expertise.
He didn't break any law.
He took evidence out of
Judge Conoyer's courtroom,
didn't he Your Honor?
Well in a manner of speaking.
In a manner of speaking?
What is this, a conspiracy?
In the first place, the lab
report that Quincy borrowed
was never entered into evidence.
What about the photographs?
Mister Hillyard, the prosecutor,
entered the enlargements,
not the actual photos.
Oh, now wait a minute,
that's a technicality.
Your Honor...
Come on, Lieutenant,
don't tell me you
never use a technicality
when you break down a
door or you search a car,
or you have somebody
in for questioning?
Well maybe once or twice.
And in your own mind,
you used that technicality
to serve justice,
'cause you certainly didn't think
you were doing something illegal.
Oh, him, illegal?
How can you look into
those baby blue eyes
and ask such a foolish
question as that?
Huh? I suppose
you'll be leaving now?
Well, as a matter of
fact, with Flo's permission,
we'd like to stay here and
have dinner with our friends.
I was a little
insensitive and I'm sorry.
Okay.
Well, in that case
I will, uh, cook you the
creme de la creme cuisine.
Quincy, thanks for
getting us out of that.
That was as much
my fault as it was yours.
It was very, very sweet.
What sweet? La Scoffier
had a three hour wait.
Cheers.