Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 6, Episode 3 - Last Day, First Day - full transcript
A lawyer, who also was a small time coke dealer, is murdered by a group of crooks who inject him with a lethal dose of cocaine. The killers then try to make it look like an accident by putting him in his car and having it drive off the road and explode. However, the plan goes awry when the victim is thrown from the car before it explodes. The killers then blackmail the son of one of Quincy's colleagues to try to get him to get his father to fix the autopsy so that there is no trace of cocaine in his system. When Quincy finds out what happens he tries not only to save his friend's reputation, but possibly his life.
I want you to rig an autopsy.
I tried. He doesn't understand.
Whomever you drew this blood
sample from is loaded with cocaine.
Well, we got proof
that you switched
his blood sample
with the Simonson's.
I saw them open up
the body in there...
In the cold room?
Sam is accusing me of taking the
blood sample from the wrong body.
Well, you promised that
it wouldn't happen again.
I promised you I
would never get caught.
Did you get Rubio's body back?
He was cremated in
less than an hour ago.
Gentlemen, you're about to enter
the most fascinating
sphere of police work,
the world of forensic medicine.
Set!
Damn! What now?
(HONKING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING CONTINUED)
Hello.
Good evening, sir.
We're home free.
He burned with the car?
Not exactly, sir. Uh...
He came out when the car hit.
The seatbelt must've broke.
That's too bad. But you did
go down and check him out?
We started to,
sir, but we had to
rabbit outta there.
A car was coming.
Then what's this home
free jazz? Tell me that.
For all you know,
he's still alive!
Oh, don't worry, sir. When
we OD'd him, we did it up right.
He's got about three
times as much coke as...
Do you realize what you've done?
Well, sir, we thought...
DON: Shut up. Let me think...
There is no way
he could have held
the wheel with that
much stuff in him.
What we're lookin'
at here is a loose end
that might blow up in our face.
There's a kid you gotta find
for me... before the autopsy.
Ooh. I'm sorry.
I got 'em. I got 'em.
Thanks, Gil... my back.
Hey, you're in bad shape. Maybe
you shouldn't have come in today.
Oh, and spoil everybody's fun?
And I deserve
what I'm gonna get.
I really loused things
up Saturday, didn't I?
Oh, don't con me. We've known
each other too long for that.
I really made a
spectacle of myself
at that baseball game, didn't I?
Well... now that you mention it.
You could kid me a little bit.
(LAUGHING)
Good morning, Quince. Dr. Moore.
Good morning. Good morning.
See you, Quince. Okay, Gil.
All right. (CLEARS THROAT)
What are you
waiting for? I'm ready.
For what?
You mean, you're
not gonna needle me?
Hey, are you talking
about the softball game?
You know what I'm talkin' about!
Us? Would we do that?
Come on, Quince. Come on!
Are you gonna tell me you're not
gonna blame me
for losin' that game?
Look, it was for charity!
We were having fun.
Who cares about the score.
Well, evidently you did,
the way you hollered at me,
threw your hat on the
ground and everything.
Hey, that's just
part of the game.
That's part of... oh...
Hey, here they are!
I was looking all over
the lab for you gentlemen.
I want you to meet
Dr. Harriett Bowlin.
Dr. Quincy, Sam
Fujiyama, Eddie Rogers.
Hey... all right!
Dr. Bowlin is starting her
pathology rotation with us today.
Oh, welcome aboard. Nice
to have a pretty girl around.
Thanks.
Quincy, I want you to
take her under your wing.
Show her the lab, get
her started and so forth.
Okay.
Dr. Bowlin, if you need anything
don't hesitate to
call me. Thank you.
Huh!
This is the first call
room. Excuse us!
Sure!
This is the schedule.
Every doctor gets one, but they
post them all over the building anyway.
Let's see what I've got. A
scuba death, an auto accident...
Gunshot, possible suicide...
A stabbing homicide.
Four altogether.
How about a cup
of coffee? Oh, great!
I'll give you a nickel
tour on the way. Okay.
So long, Quince.
So long, Quince.
This is our lab.
Say hello to Mark Taylor. Hi.
Good to meet you. Dr. Bowlin...
How do you like your coffee?
Black.
I hope I can give
it to you any way.
This is always broken.
It never works properly.
How'd you do in chemistry?
A minus.
Minus? That's unforgivable!
Well, I fell in love
the last semester.
Oh. That explains it.
(CHUCKLING)
Oh, this is a marvelous lab!
There's so much equipment!
Yeah, it can do anything
but make a cup of coffee.
(BUBBLING)
What'd you do?
That's terrific!
How'd you do that?
I don't know. I...
Oh, do-do-do-do!
Don't monkey around with
success. You're wonderful.
May I call you Harriet? Sure.
Look at that. Tell me
again what you did.
I just... (SQUEALING) No,
I said tell me, don't touch it.
(LAUGHING)
Isn't that great?
That's him. Let's go.
Hey, what's goin' on?
Not much, sport.
Except we gotta get your
daddy to do us a little favor.
(SCOFFS) You gotta be kidding.
I look to you like I'm kidding?
Hey, now wait a minute.
My old man, he's as
straight as they come. I can't.
You're a bright boy.
You'll find a way.
Why should I?
Well, let's say we
have a couple of items
on file that may put a
crimp to your lifestyle.
Like these.
What do ya want, Hickey?
Peace of mind.
Well, what got you interested
in forensic medicine?
Do you remember the Miller case?
Oh, yeah... a guy
murdered four women.
And they were able to identify
and put him away by his teeth marks.
I thought that
was so incredible.
This is our cold room. We
keep the temperature at 30...
40 degrees.
Good morning.
What are you doing here, sir?
It's all right, I
have permission.
You do?
Let, let me explain. I'm
the Rabbi Hyan Lochman.
How do you do? I'm
Dr. Quincy, this is Dr. Bolin.
How do you do? Hi.
Uh... uh... uh... a member
of my congregation,
a fine man died unexpectedly
and the authorities insisted
that his body had
to be brought here.
Now, according to our law,
a law which only a few of
us Orthodox Jews observe,
someone has to remain
with the deceased constantly
until interment has taken place.
So, as a result...
Here am I also.
Well, uh, couldn't you sit
outside? It's a lot warmer.
No, no, the... The law is
quite specific on that point.
When did you get here?
Around 10:30 last night.
ANNOUNCER: Phone
for you, Dr. Quincy.
Oh, my God... Excuse me.
I'm perfectly comfortable.
Dr. Quincy.
Okay, tell her I'll be right up.
Harriet, around the
comer's a photo room.
Tell Eddie Garrett to get 1883
ready for identification, will ya'?
You bet.
Rabbi Lochman, have
you had anything to eat?
No.
Are you allowed?
Oh, yes.
Okay.
Oh, Pete. Yes, sir.
There's a guy in the cold room.
Go buy him some
breakfast, will ya? Sure.
Cold Room?
It's my husband.
(SOBBING) I'm
positive that it's Jack.
We have a lounge if
you'd like to lie down.
I can't. There's
too much to do...
Where's my mommy?
She'll be back in just a sec.
And I have to get out to the
airport. His... his family's coming in.
And all the arrangements and...
Oh, good Lord, where do I start?
I don't know what ya have to do.
So out of the blue.
I mean, we had
lunch just yesterday.
I can recommend a minister.
I guarantee, he won't preach,
he'll be very supportive.
But he knows exactly what to do.
I'll have him get
in touch with you.
Thank you, Doctor.
Come on, sweetheart.
Bye bye, Joey.
Thank you!
Give me my Daddy...
Let go of my Daddy...
give him to me.
Oh easy, easy, Joey...
(SOBBING) Joey,
please, come on, stop.
You didn't you tell him?
I tried. He doesn't understand.
Joey, please hear me. I
haven't got time for this.
Please, Mrs. Rainier... may I?
Joey, you're kinda mixed up
about what's goin' on, aren't you?
Well, why don't we see
if we can figure it out?
You see, your father's
not here, Joey. Not really.
Mom said he was.
She said he was dead?
Mmm-mmm.
Well, that means
his body is here.
But the part that made him alive,
that made him a human being,
the part that made
him your father...
That's gone.
It's like a house that's
been through a terrible storm,
and the people in it can't live there
anymore, and they have to move out.
That's kinda what happened to
your father. Not exactly, but sort of.
Where'd he go?
We believe he's with God.
And if he is, he's safe
and he's comfortable
and we don't have
to worry about him.
But it means you
won't see him again.
Not ever?
Not ever.
(SOBBING)
It's all right, you can
cry. You can cry, honey.
But you know, all the things
that you remember about him
the good times and the laughs,
you can keep that part of him.
Cause they'll never leave
you, those memories.
Okay? Okay.
You go along with your mommy.
You've been very kind.
(SOBBING)
That was lovely.
We try.
I don't think I could ever
deal with anything like that.
Oh, sure you could. When the
time comes, you'll be wonderful.
Oh, Gil. Say hello
to Dr. Harriet Bowlin.
Yeah.
This is Dr. Gil Moore.
How are you, Doctor?
She's on a two-month
rotation with us.
Hey, may she assist
you later today?
Sure. Delighted. Great.
As soon as I get back.
See you in a few minutes.
Come on.
Hi.
Hey! Come on, don't
look so surprised.
I mean, I've been promising
you a visit, haven't I?
No, it's just that... Well,
I wasn't expecting you.
So... this is it, huh?
This is where you
spend all those hours.
No. I'm usually
downstairs or... in the lab.
That's the real heart
and soul of this place.
But I guess you're not here
for the tour, are you, son?
I guess... you're
in trouble again.
(SCOFFS)
You know, you always were
able to read me like an open book.
Weren't you, Dad?
Is it narcotics?
What can I say, I'm sorry?
Except... I really am.
Uh, Tony, I have talked
to probation officers,
I've talked to judges,
I've talked to...
They're just not going
to listen anymore.
It's not the cops.
A guy came to me
with a tape recording.
Tape?
A deal I made.
They got it on tape.
And, uh... They have these.
These are prescriptions from
my pad, but this isn't my writing.
I forged them, Dad.
To buy pills to sell
to little children?
To destroy yourself, destroy me?
Listen... if you
help me with this,
I promise... I'm
through with it.
Forever. Ah!
I've heard that before.
Dad... we are not talking
about prison anymore.
These people kill.
They make threats,
and they do it.
How much do you need?
It's not money.
They want you to rig an autopsy.
They want what?
A man named John Rubio.
They want you to make
it look like he died in
a car accident and
not from cocaine.
That's impossible.
No, Dad, not for
you... you're the best!
No! That's impossible!
You don't understand.
I'm not even scheduled.
There's tests, there's
other people involved.
Well, you gotta find a way!
Otherwise, they're
gonna splatter my brains...
All over some deserted
stretch of pavement.
(SOBBING)
Son, you are asking
for 30 years of my life.
And if this doesn't
make you stop,
there... there won't
be anything left...
I promise you, Dad.
I promise with all my heart!
Now, you see where
I'm pointing the scalpel?
Mmm-hmm.
Look closely. Notice
the separation?
The pressurized gas did that.
Dissected along the
sheath of the blood vessel.
Lemme have a petri
dish, will you? Mmm-hmm!
This man was diving
deeper than the report says.
Maybe a 100 feet
or more. Thank you.
Okay, I have a question.
Obviously, the cause of
death is gas embolism,
but you're still
taking all these tests.
Is that standard procedure?
Well, I'd like to
get the full picture.
For instance, was he under the
influence of drugs or medication?
Was there a disease we
didn't know anything about?
You know what you ought to do?
You ought to follow one
case all the way through.
Take your own set of specimens,
follow them through all the lab
tests and see how it comes together.
That'd be great!
It'd be like getting my feet wet
before I have to sink or swim.
Yeah! Oh, look at the time.
We better finish up here.
I don't want to miss
the weekly staff meeting.
Will I have time for a
duplicate set of specimens?
Urn, not on this case.
Next autopsy, okay?
Okay.
Give me another specimen jar.
Mmm-hmm!
Do you always have enough
time for a thorough autopsy?
Yeah, I'd say we do.
Asten puts it this way,
"Take all the time you
need, but not a second more."
(LAUGHING)
Hey, Gil, where are you goin'?
The meetings started.
Well, I... I thought I'd skip it.
Oh, no, no you don't. I hear they're
gonna put something special on.
I thought you
might be presenting.
I'm not. I've got a lot of work.
It'll keep, it'll
keep... Come on.
DOCTOR: And of course, powder
residues are immediately apparent,
and we can also
see the characteristic
heat reaction of
tissues near the site.
Very typical of close-range
gunshot wounds.
Any questions?
Sam, you're next, aren't you?
Yes. Thank you, Doctor.
Sam's my favorite. He's
always terrific, always interesting.
Worth listening to, huh?
Thank you.
Uh, this case came to my attention
within the last couple of days.
But it's so unusual
and important
I wanted to put it on
as quickly as possible.
And I'll ask you
to bear with me for
any roughness in
the presentation.
Ed, are you ready?
Yeah, Sam. Okay.
The subject is a
destructive organism
of extraordinary
vigor and malignancy.
(ALL LAUGHING)
SAM: I mean our own Dr. Quincy
attempting to play first base.
(LAUGHING CONTINUED)
We got it all, Quince.
The whole disgraceful episode.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oh, you can't go now, Gil.
I got a lot of work, Quince.
Hey, fella, I see you've got Quincy
down for four autopsies in a row.
That's cruel and
unusual punishment.
No more than usual.
Have you seen him?
His back's gone out.
Why don't I do the next one?
Take some of the pressure off, eh?
Well, it's all right with me.
Let's see, that
would be, uh... the...
Auto accident. Number 1886.
1886.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oh, no.
Dr. Moore.
Oh, Pete. I thought
you were upstairs.
Is there anything
I can do for you?
Uh... 1886. Rubio.
Okay.
You've come for Mr. Solomon?
Uh, no.
Uh, what are you...
I'm Rabbi Lochman.
It's all right, Dr. Moore.
He's keeping a vigil.
Oh. Would you please bring
the body into my room, Pete?
Sure. Sure, Doctor.
Uh, sorry to disturb you, Rabbi.
Phew... Not at all, Dr. Moore.
Look, I won't need you, Pete. Why
don't you run on up to the meeting?
They've got pictures of
Quincy at the game Saturday.
Pictures of Quincy at the game?
Yeah, it's quite a roast.
You don't mind, do ya'?
Nah. Go on, before it's over.
Oh, thank you.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Eh, you're a good sport. It's
good to have a sense of humor.
And let's be fair.
Let's not overlook our
own Doctor "Slugger" Asten.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Well, look at the time. Well,
fun's fun, but we have things to do.
Where's your sense of humor?
Now, we owe the
taxpayer a full day's work.
We're a county facility, so, uh,
let's go back to
our departments.
(ALL GROANING)
Listen, why don't you find
Dr. Moore, give him a hand?
Oh, sure.
Ed. Yeah, Quince.
Those prints were terrific.
Can you get me a set?
Sure, I'll get right on it.
Listen, blow up the
ones with Asten, will ya'?
(LAUGHING) Okay.
(KNOCKING AT THE DOOR)
Come in.
Hi, Dr. Moore.
Hello, Harriet.
Is there anything I
can help you with?
Got it about wrapped.
Pretty routine, this one.
You didn't miss much.
Can I assist you
on the next case?
Of course. Thanks.
I got a bruise here, right
here. A big one like that.
I got it when I
went over the fence.
I landed on a skateboard
some idiot had left there.
MONAHAN: Quincy? Sam, Eddie.
Hi, Lieutenant. What're
you guys doin' here?
John Rubio. Does
that ring a bell?
The big-time lawyer?
Big-time lawyer,
small-time pusher.
What is he, dead? You
don't read the papers?
Not this morning.
He went over a cliff in his car.
Now, who's handling
it? Well, let's see.
Well, Rubio. I was supposed
to handle it. Gil Moore's got him.
Good. Thanks a
lot. See you guys.
You know, it's a lucky thing,
when you went over that fence
you didn't fall on
somebody and hurt them.
I did hurt somebody.
Me! Don't you listen?
Lemme tell you somethin',
I couldn't get outta...
I'd like to listen,
but I got to...
He's got to...
Wait a minute, let me tell you
what had happened, will you?
What is it, too much to ask for
a little sympathy
from teammates?
The syringes are in here, and,
uh... Petri dishes down here.
Okay.
Dr. Moore? Yeah?
Lieutenant Monahan
and Sergeant Brill
would like to see
you. They're in the lab.
Thanks.
Okay.
Uh, when Marc gets here
will you see that he gets those
Rubio specimens
over to toxicology?
Oh, sure. Thanks.
You wanted to see
me, Lieutenant?
Oh, yeah, Gil. You
through with the Rubio post?
I just finished. And?
Death was a result of
the accident. No surprises.
Harriet, hello.
Hi, Marc.
Oh, the Rubio specimens
are right over there.
Sure.
I'm just taking a separate set of
tissues because Dr. Quincy said
it would be good for
me to get a, a feel for it.
Well, you want me to
come back for those?
No, that's all right. I'll take it
up to Sam when I'm finished.
Sure thing.
Thank you.
Gil, Quincy has
told me a 100 times.
You can't be sure without a tox.
So, stay on top of it, will
you, Doc? It's a high priority.
Well, I'll be in court
for the rest of the day,
but I'll tell Sam
that it's a rush.
Good. I appreciate that.
You know, it's, it's
just darned suspicious.
It just doesn't smell right.
Just 'cause a guy like Rubio is stupid
enough to step on the mob's toes,
doesn't mean he's stupid enough
to drive over the
edge of a cliff.
Yeah, not without help. Right.
Well, of course, we'll wait for
the tests, but I'll tell you right now,
I've done a thousand like this.
Killed in a car accident,
driving under the influence.
Ah, take my word
for it, Lieutenant.
This is one that you can forget.
How'd I do?
Are you sure you drew this
blood sample from Rubio?
Hmm? 1886?
Yes. I'm sure.
Uh... can't be.
Uh... what do ya
mean, it can't be?
I... I know which case I
took my sample from...
Well... come here.
This is from the
sample that you drew.
See? Mmm-hmm!
There's enough cocaine
in there to, uh, kill a rhino.
Mmm-hmm!
Now... this is the result
of Dr. Moore's sample.
Not a trace of cocaine.
No. Hi, kids.
Hi, Quince. Hi.
No, no, no... This is from
the Rubio body. I'm sure of it.
Ask Marc. He came in
the room. He saw me.
I don't know. It's impossible.
It's not impossible!
I know where I took my sample!
What's goin' on?
Sam's accusing me of taking the
blood sample from a wrong body.
Hey, Harriet, I'm not
accusing you of anything.
Quince, look... this
is what Harriet drew.
And she insists it
came from Rubio.
Well, whoever you drew this blood
sample from, it's loaded with cocaine.
Wow, there's enough
there to kill him. Yeah.
Now, this is Dr. Moore's
sample from Rubio.
No, that's impossible.
There's not a trace of
cocaine in Rubio here.
Maybe you confused the
two cases. It's your first day.
It could've
happened, couldn't it?
No... I'm positive.
I did it by the book. Harriet...
Dr. Moore practically
wrote the book.
But okay... there is a
simple way to settle this.
Marc, do me a favor.
Take Dr. Bolin down
to the cold room,
draw another blood
sample from Rubio.
Now, that ought to
be enough to verify
whether yours is correct or his.
Okay. All right.
Doctor Bowlin.
That's a stubborn lady.
Now, come on, Sam, let's
use the right word, insecure.
Just as you and I
were on our first day.
Yeah.
Now, let's get cracking
with the Tealy autopsy.
We're running
behind time. Right.
Tony, are you home?
Tony?
Well? Did you?
Yes, it is. It's all done.
(SIGHS) Oh-oh...
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)
Well... What can I
say, Dad? Thanks.
No! Don't thank me
for what I've done.
It was an immoral
and unspeakable thing,
and it's the last
time that I'm gonna
pull your neck out of the noose!
Yeah, well don't worry, Dad.
Cause it won't happen again.
Yeah?
I see you found the stuff, huh?
Yes, I found it.
Hey, wait a second! Where do
ya think you're goin' with that?
I'm getting rid of
it. Getting rid of it?
You know what
that stuff is worth?
I know what this is worth!
It cost me every ounce of
honesty and integrity that I had.
Just give me the box! No!
You promised that it
wouldn't happen again!
No!
I promised you I would
never get caught again!
You don't have any idea
what I've done for you, do you?
I am an accessory to murder.
30 years in the department,
30 unblemished years
and I laid it all on
the line for you today.
And you take what I've done
and you spit it back in my face.
Oh, please. Don't get
carried away with this, huh?
How could it be
that you are my son?
Na... How is it possible that...
That you are flesh of my flesh?
Where are your
morals? Where are your...
Scruples? Your,
your, your humanity?
In here, Dad.
They're all right in here.
Well, a through-and-through
gunshot wound to the roof of the mouth.
It did him right here
through the scalp.
Mmm... Pits with the
smudging on the hand.
Looks like powder residue to me.
Lemme have the scalpel, will ya?
Right.
I'll take some
skin from the area.
We'll have it scanned on the
E.M. to confirm gunshot residue.
Sure looks like suicide to me.
Oh, did you get that blood
sample taken care of?
No, we couldn't. The body was
already taken to the mortuary.
Urn, that was fast.
No big deal. Which one was it?
Murphy Brothers picked him up.
Okay. Listen, Marc, we need to
get an answer on this right away.
Take a look at it
for gunshot residue
on the electron
microscope, will you?
All right.
Harriet, you do me a favor.
Mmm-mmm.
Call the Murphy
Brothers, they're very nice.
They're very cooperative, tell
them to send the body back briefly.
We need one more specimen. Okay.
It could have been an accident
while he was cleaning the gun.
But, you read about
such things all the time.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me, uh...
I'm trying to find Dr. Asten.
In a minute, Rabbi. Oh.
(SOBBING)
Mom, come on, now.
This doesn't help any.
QUINCY: I'm sorry. These
things are always a shock.
It's more than that...
It means my father
can't be buried in
consecrated ground.
QUINCY: I see.
SON: They have plots, side
by side, at St. Mary's. But now...
You don't know.
There's no way you could know.
How can you stand
there and tell me suicide?
Mrs. Tealy, there's no
doubt about it. I wish...
Explain it to me.
Explain to me...
How you know that
a man that you never
met killed himself.
Well, your husband
was right-handed,
and we found powder
residue on his right hand.
We also found powder residue and
other things in his
mouth which confirms it.
(SOBBING) Oh... Mom, he's right.
(SOBBING)
Pardon me, but perhaps
I could offer a suggestion.
Excuse me.
Distressing situation.
It's generally held that a
man who commits suicide
can be buried in holy ground
if he was insane at the time.
Uh, I have this from my
friend, Father Gregory.
We have frequent discussions.
Certainly you could make
this little change in your report.
I'd love to, but
there's no basis for it.
Just one moment
of irrationality.
That's all that's required.
Yeah, but I can't make it up.
I have to have evidence.
Reason with me for a moment.
We... we will take the premise,
a rational man
always acts in his own
best interest, or
that of someone else.
Sure.
Did his family benefit
from his death?
Uh, financially, perhaps? No.
No... On the contrary,
they were grieving.
He knew they would. Uh,
was he, uh... terminally ill?
In pain?
No, just depressed.
As a devout man, he
would have believed that
he was putting his
eternal soul in jeopardy.
Hardly in his best interest.
Therefore... nobody benefited.
So, by logic...
The suicide is
an irrational act.
Have you any counter arguments?
No. Urn?
But if I had, I
wouldn't give it to you,
because you could
argue circles around me.
Me? I'm a pussycat.
But, uh, Father
Gregory, the Jesuit...
Thank you, Rabbi.
Dr. Asten's office is right out of
the elevator. Right in front of you.
Mmm. I... I... I want to
thank him for all his courtesy.
I see. Rabbi, I'm sorry
about any ordeals.
Hmm... All part of
my rabbinical duties.
I promise you, never
again ham and eggs.
Please, I don't think I
could eat anyway, after I...
I saw them open
up the body in there.
In the cold room? Uh.
It, uh... it was that
distinguished gentleman, uh...
I met him earlier.
Dr. Moore, it was.
He... he was working on
the body, taking out parts.
Would you do me one more favor?
After you've seen Dr. Asten,
would you go down to the cold room?
I want to send
my assistant there.
Show him which body
was being worked on.
And thank you again for the
Tealy family. They'll be very happy.
HARRIET: Dr. Quincy?
Do you get Rubio's body back?
No, and we never will.
Why not?
He was cremated
less than an hour ago.
There it is, Quince.
The electrophoresis on the second
blood sample is a perfect match.
There's no doubt about it.
The blood we
tested from Simonson
in the cold room is
exactly the same as the...
As the blood sample Gil gave
us, only he said it was Rubio's.
Both samples had to
come from the same body.
They did. They both
came from Simonson.
I don't understand
what was in Gil's head.
The duty doctor told
me he specifically
asked for Rubio
to lighten my load.
So then, the sample that I
took was from Rubio's body.
QUINCY: That's right.
I thought I was losing my mind.
This means Rubio was murdered.
Yeah.
MONAHAN: Quincy, you took
the words right out of my mouth.
What're you,
psychic or just lonely?
We just found out five seconds
ago that he was murdered.
Well, you know the
police department
just doesn't sit
around on their laurels.
What do ya got?
A couple of hours ago we
picked up this flunky coke dealer
who was tryin' to buy
his way outta the rap
with some pretty
hot information.
He said someone offered
him a bundle to waste Rubio.
So, you got the guy who did it?
No, this guy was too strung
out to even get his pants on.
Yeah. Now, listen,
what killed him, huh?
Here, take a look.
A heavy injection
of very pure cocaine.
Wow.
Listen, Quincy...
Could Rubio have driven his
car with this much coke in him?
Are you crazy? A third of that
quantity would've knocked him out.
If he injected himself
with that much cocaine,
he'd a passed out with
the needle still in his arm.
You know, Quincy, those
young people that found his car.
They said that they
saw three men driving off.
It's all starting
to piece together.
Did they get the license?
Huh? No... Oh, partial.
I'm gonna have to
talk to them again.
Say, uh, is Gil still here?
No. I'm gonna have
to talk to him too.
Why? There's no
need to talk to him.
Look, Quincy, I want
to tell you somethin'.
Moore looked me right square in
the eye, and he swore up and down
that it was an accidental death.
Well, for my money,
it's a little too convenient.
What're you suggesting?
You know damn well
what I'm suggesting.
Why? What motive
would he have for lying?
I don't know, but you can bet your
bottom dollar I'm gonna find out.
Now, do you have
Moore's address?
Look, Monahan, give me a
break, will you? Lemme talk to him.
Lemme bring him down here, find
out what this is all about. Please.
Okay, okay. But I
wanna be present.
Okay!
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
QUINCY: Gil, I know it's late and I
hate to disturb you, but it's important.
Can you come down
to the lab right now?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
I... I'll come right
away, Quince.
You said something had come
up? One of my cases? Which one?
John Rubio.
Huh. Well, what's the problem?
There were some irregularities.
I was hoping you
could straighten that out.
Anything I can do.
The man was
actually murdered, Gil.
Murdered? Yeah.
That's why you're here, huh?
That's right.
Well, I didn't find anything
inconsistent with death from injuries
sustained in the car crash.
The third and fourth cervical
vertebrae were dislocated.
Why don't we start at the top?
You weren't assigned the Rubio
case. You put yourself down for it.
Yeah.
That's hardly an irregularity. I'm
surprised you even brought it up.
Gil, if I don't ask these
questions, somebody will.
What evidence do
you have for murder?
The toxicology on the blood
and liver shows that he died from
a massive overdose of cocaine.
Oh.
Sam.
You ran these, Sam?
Yes, I did, Doctor.
Well, I obviously made a
mistake in the cause of death.
QUINCY: Those are not the
specimens you sent up, Gil.
The ones you sent up
showed no traces of cocaine.
You went back into my case?
I'm sorry.
Why? We tried
to get hold of you.
No, no. Before
we go any further,
I think you owe me
an apology, Quincy.
Come on, now. Please, don't
make this any tougher than it is.
I know you must have had
good reasons for doing...
Reasons? What do ya
mean, reasons? Reasons?
It's just a simple
specimen mistake...
Dr. Moore. Gil, listen...
You specifically
requested the Rubio case.
I've already told you,
I... Will you cut it out!
Listen, we got
you dead to rights.
Now, you're lying
through your teeth. Now...
You swore that Rubio's
death was an accident.
Well, we got proof
that you switched
his blood sample
with this Simonson.
Now, I don't know the reason,
but I want some straight answers.
Or so help me...
Easy, Monahan, we're dealin'
with a man's career here.
Listen, I've been tryin' to nail
these coke honchos
for a long time,
and friend or no friend,
you're not gonna blow it for me.
Now, you're gonna
give me answers here,
or you'll give me the
answers downtown.
Now, look, obviously there been
some mistake. And I'm... I'm...
I'm a little fuzzy
tonight, so, uh...
Let me get my autopsy notes.
Quincy, he's lyin'.
Uh, I wonder what good
his notes are gonna do him?
No.
I'm sorry, Quince.
It's gonna be all right, Gil.
No, it won't.
I've lost it all.
I've lost it all.
Dr. Moore probably won't
even have to go to trial, right?
Quincy, it looks that way. He's
cooperating fully with the D.A.
We got his kid in
protective custody.
I think if we put a little
more pressure on the kid,
why, he'll come
through with the evidence
we need to nail
everybody involved.
But Dr. Moore will lose his job.
Yeah, and he's such a
nice guy. A brilliant career.
I feel like this whole
thing is my fault.
Now, don't do that to yourself.
All this happened
before you ever met him.
But I don't understand Rubio.
Wasn't he a successful attorney?
A successful attorney,
but a lousy dope dealer.
You see, it doesn't
pay to set up shop on
the same side of
the street as the mob.
Holy cow! Listen, I gotta go.
I gotta get up in a few hours.
Quincy... oh, we'll be looking
forward to seeing you in the lab.
Brill... What's the matter?
I don't mind all this excitement
in my life, but in my work...
Oh, you'll grow to love it.
I want to see you in the lab
bright and early in the morning.
Excuse me, it is
early in the morning.
What's that supposed to mean?
Why don't you follow the
cop home for protection?
Oh, I didn't realize
it was so late. Late?
It's not late, it's only
the shank of the evening.
Listen, you know that
A-minus you got in chemistry?
There was no reason for that, I
mean, you're such a bright girl.
Well, I have these books
down at the boat. Really?
Yeah. You'd do that for me?
Of course.
Even with your bad back?
What's that got to... Oh, my
back's gettin' better all the time.
Oh, well then you wouldn't mind
lugging them down
to the lab for me.
I'll get the sergeant to
drive me home. Good night.
Hey, Diane, you
interested in chemistry?
No, biology. Good night, Danny.
Good night. Good night.
You know, Quincy... You're a
real smooth talker. You know that?
I tried. He doesn't understand.
Whomever you drew this blood
sample from is loaded with cocaine.
Well, we got proof
that you switched
his blood sample
with the Simonson's.
I saw them open up
the body in there...
In the cold room?
Sam is accusing me of taking the
blood sample from the wrong body.
Well, you promised that
it wouldn't happen again.
I promised you I
would never get caught.
Did you get Rubio's body back?
He was cremated in
less than an hour ago.
Gentlemen, you're about to enter
the most fascinating
sphere of police work,
the world of forensic medicine.
Set!
Damn! What now?
(HONKING)
(PHONE RINGING)
(RINGING CONTINUED)
Hello.
Good evening, sir.
We're home free.
He burned with the car?
Not exactly, sir. Uh...
He came out when the car hit.
The seatbelt must've broke.
That's too bad. But you did
go down and check him out?
We started to,
sir, but we had to
rabbit outta there.
A car was coming.
Then what's this home
free jazz? Tell me that.
For all you know,
he's still alive!
Oh, don't worry, sir. When
we OD'd him, we did it up right.
He's got about three
times as much coke as...
Do you realize what you've done?
Well, sir, we thought...
DON: Shut up. Let me think...
There is no way
he could have held
the wheel with that
much stuff in him.
What we're lookin'
at here is a loose end
that might blow up in our face.
There's a kid you gotta find
for me... before the autopsy.
Ooh. I'm sorry.
I got 'em. I got 'em.
Thanks, Gil... my back.
Hey, you're in bad shape. Maybe
you shouldn't have come in today.
Oh, and spoil everybody's fun?
And I deserve
what I'm gonna get.
I really loused things
up Saturday, didn't I?
Oh, don't con me. We've known
each other too long for that.
I really made a
spectacle of myself
at that baseball game, didn't I?
Well... now that you mention it.
You could kid me a little bit.
(LAUGHING)
Good morning, Quince. Dr. Moore.
Good morning. Good morning.
See you, Quince. Okay, Gil.
All right. (CLEARS THROAT)
What are you
waiting for? I'm ready.
For what?
You mean, you're
not gonna needle me?
Hey, are you talking
about the softball game?
You know what I'm talkin' about!
Us? Would we do that?
Come on, Quince. Come on!
Are you gonna tell me you're not
gonna blame me
for losin' that game?
Look, it was for charity!
We were having fun.
Who cares about the score.
Well, evidently you did,
the way you hollered at me,
threw your hat on the
ground and everything.
Hey, that's just
part of the game.
That's part of... oh...
Hey, here they are!
I was looking all over
the lab for you gentlemen.
I want you to meet
Dr. Harriett Bowlin.
Dr. Quincy, Sam
Fujiyama, Eddie Rogers.
Hey... all right!
Dr. Bowlin is starting her
pathology rotation with us today.
Oh, welcome aboard. Nice
to have a pretty girl around.
Thanks.
Quincy, I want you to
take her under your wing.
Show her the lab, get
her started and so forth.
Okay.
Dr. Bowlin, if you need anything
don't hesitate to
call me. Thank you.
Huh!
This is the first call
room. Excuse us!
Sure!
This is the schedule.
Every doctor gets one, but they
post them all over the building anyway.
Let's see what I've got. A
scuba death, an auto accident...
Gunshot, possible suicide...
A stabbing homicide.
Four altogether.
How about a cup
of coffee? Oh, great!
I'll give you a nickel
tour on the way. Okay.
So long, Quince.
So long, Quince.
This is our lab.
Say hello to Mark Taylor. Hi.
Good to meet you. Dr. Bowlin...
How do you like your coffee?
Black.
I hope I can give
it to you any way.
This is always broken.
It never works properly.
How'd you do in chemistry?
A minus.
Minus? That's unforgivable!
Well, I fell in love
the last semester.
Oh. That explains it.
(CHUCKLING)
Oh, this is a marvelous lab!
There's so much equipment!
Yeah, it can do anything
but make a cup of coffee.
(BUBBLING)
What'd you do?
That's terrific!
How'd you do that?
I don't know. I...
Oh, do-do-do-do!
Don't monkey around with
success. You're wonderful.
May I call you Harriet? Sure.
Look at that. Tell me
again what you did.
I just... (SQUEALING) No,
I said tell me, don't touch it.
(LAUGHING)
Isn't that great?
That's him. Let's go.
Hey, what's goin' on?
Not much, sport.
Except we gotta get your
daddy to do us a little favor.
(SCOFFS) You gotta be kidding.
I look to you like I'm kidding?
Hey, now wait a minute.
My old man, he's as
straight as they come. I can't.
You're a bright boy.
You'll find a way.
Why should I?
Well, let's say we
have a couple of items
on file that may put a
crimp to your lifestyle.
Like these.
What do ya want, Hickey?
Peace of mind.
Well, what got you interested
in forensic medicine?
Do you remember the Miller case?
Oh, yeah... a guy
murdered four women.
And they were able to identify
and put him away by his teeth marks.
I thought that
was so incredible.
This is our cold room. We
keep the temperature at 30...
40 degrees.
Good morning.
What are you doing here, sir?
It's all right, I
have permission.
You do?
Let, let me explain. I'm
the Rabbi Hyan Lochman.
How do you do? I'm
Dr. Quincy, this is Dr. Bolin.
How do you do? Hi.
Uh... uh... uh... a member
of my congregation,
a fine man died unexpectedly
and the authorities insisted
that his body had
to be brought here.
Now, according to our law,
a law which only a few of
us Orthodox Jews observe,
someone has to remain
with the deceased constantly
until interment has taken place.
So, as a result...
Here am I also.
Well, uh, couldn't you sit
outside? It's a lot warmer.
No, no, the... The law is
quite specific on that point.
When did you get here?
Around 10:30 last night.
ANNOUNCER: Phone
for you, Dr. Quincy.
Oh, my God... Excuse me.
I'm perfectly comfortable.
Dr. Quincy.
Okay, tell her I'll be right up.
Harriet, around the
comer's a photo room.
Tell Eddie Garrett to get 1883
ready for identification, will ya'?
You bet.
Rabbi Lochman, have
you had anything to eat?
No.
Are you allowed?
Oh, yes.
Okay.
Oh, Pete. Yes, sir.
There's a guy in the cold room.
Go buy him some
breakfast, will ya? Sure.
Cold Room?
It's my husband.
(SOBBING) I'm
positive that it's Jack.
We have a lounge if
you'd like to lie down.
I can't. There's
too much to do...
Where's my mommy?
She'll be back in just a sec.
And I have to get out to the
airport. His... his family's coming in.
And all the arrangements and...
Oh, good Lord, where do I start?
I don't know what ya have to do.
So out of the blue.
I mean, we had
lunch just yesterday.
I can recommend a minister.
I guarantee, he won't preach,
he'll be very supportive.
But he knows exactly what to do.
I'll have him get
in touch with you.
Thank you, Doctor.
Come on, sweetheart.
Bye bye, Joey.
Thank you!
Give me my Daddy...
Let go of my Daddy...
give him to me.
Oh easy, easy, Joey...
(SOBBING) Joey,
please, come on, stop.
You didn't you tell him?
I tried. He doesn't understand.
Joey, please hear me. I
haven't got time for this.
Please, Mrs. Rainier... may I?
Joey, you're kinda mixed up
about what's goin' on, aren't you?
Well, why don't we see
if we can figure it out?
You see, your father's
not here, Joey. Not really.
Mom said he was.
She said he was dead?
Mmm-mmm.
Well, that means
his body is here.
But the part that made him alive,
that made him a human being,
the part that made
him your father...
That's gone.
It's like a house that's
been through a terrible storm,
and the people in it can't live there
anymore, and they have to move out.
That's kinda what happened to
your father. Not exactly, but sort of.
Where'd he go?
We believe he's with God.
And if he is, he's safe
and he's comfortable
and we don't have
to worry about him.
But it means you
won't see him again.
Not ever?
Not ever.
(SOBBING)
It's all right, you can
cry. You can cry, honey.
But you know, all the things
that you remember about him
the good times and the laughs,
you can keep that part of him.
Cause they'll never leave
you, those memories.
Okay? Okay.
You go along with your mommy.
You've been very kind.
(SOBBING)
That was lovely.
We try.
I don't think I could ever
deal with anything like that.
Oh, sure you could. When the
time comes, you'll be wonderful.
Oh, Gil. Say hello
to Dr. Harriet Bowlin.
Yeah.
This is Dr. Gil Moore.
How are you, Doctor?
She's on a two-month
rotation with us.
Hey, may she assist
you later today?
Sure. Delighted. Great.
As soon as I get back.
See you in a few minutes.
Come on.
Hi.
Hey! Come on, don't
look so surprised.
I mean, I've been promising
you a visit, haven't I?
No, it's just that... Well,
I wasn't expecting you.
So... this is it, huh?
This is where you
spend all those hours.
No. I'm usually
downstairs or... in the lab.
That's the real heart
and soul of this place.
But I guess you're not here
for the tour, are you, son?
I guess... you're
in trouble again.
(SCOFFS)
You know, you always were
able to read me like an open book.
Weren't you, Dad?
Is it narcotics?
What can I say, I'm sorry?
Except... I really am.
Uh, Tony, I have talked
to probation officers,
I've talked to judges,
I've talked to...
They're just not going
to listen anymore.
It's not the cops.
A guy came to me
with a tape recording.
Tape?
A deal I made.
They got it on tape.
And, uh... They have these.
These are prescriptions from
my pad, but this isn't my writing.
I forged them, Dad.
To buy pills to sell
to little children?
To destroy yourself, destroy me?
Listen... if you
help me with this,
I promise... I'm
through with it.
Forever. Ah!
I've heard that before.
Dad... we are not talking
about prison anymore.
These people kill.
They make threats,
and they do it.
How much do you need?
It's not money.
They want you to rig an autopsy.
They want what?
A man named John Rubio.
They want you to make
it look like he died in
a car accident and
not from cocaine.
That's impossible.
No, Dad, not for
you... you're the best!
No! That's impossible!
You don't understand.
I'm not even scheduled.
There's tests, there's
other people involved.
Well, you gotta find a way!
Otherwise, they're
gonna splatter my brains...
All over some deserted
stretch of pavement.
(SOBBING)
Son, you are asking
for 30 years of my life.
And if this doesn't
make you stop,
there... there won't
be anything left...
I promise you, Dad.
I promise with all my heart!
Now, you see where
I'm pointing the scalpel?
Mmm-hmm.
Look closely. Notice
the separation?
The pressurized gas did that.
Dissected along the
sheath of the blood vessel.
Lemme have a petri
dish, will you? Mmm-hmm!
This man was diving
deeper than the report says.
Maybe a 100 feet
or more. Thank you.
Okay, I have a question.
Obviously, the cause of
death is gas embolism,
but you're still
taking all these tests.
Is that standard procedure?
Well, I'd like to
get the full picture.
For instance, was he under the
influence of drugs or medication?
Was there a disease we
didn't know anything about?
You know what you ought to do?
You ought to follow one
case all the way through.
Take your own set of specimens,
follow them through all the lab
tests and see how it comes together.
That'd be great!
It'd be like getting my feet wet
before I have to sink or swim.
Yeah! Oh, look at the time.
We better finish up here.
I don't want to miss
the weekly staff meeting.
Will I have time for a
duplicate set of specimens?
Urn, not on this case.
Next autopsy, okay?
Okay.
Give me another specimen jar.
Mmm-hmm!
Do you always have enough
time for a thorough autopsy?
Yeah, I'd say we do.
Asten puts it this way,
"Take all the time you
need, but not a second more."
(LAUGHING)
Hey, Gil, where are you goin'?
The meetings started.
Well, I... I thought I'd skip it.
Oh, no, no you don't. I hear they're
gonna put something special on.
I thought you
might be presenting.
I'm not. I've got a lot of work.
It'll keep, it'll
keep... Come on.
DOCTOR: And of course, powder
residues are immediately apparent,
and we can also
see the characteristic
heat reaction of
tissues near the site.
Very typical of close-range
gunshot wounds.
Any questions?
Sam, you're next, aren't you?
Yes. Thank you, Doctor.
Sam's my favorite. He's
always terrific, always interesting.
Worth listening to, huh?
Thank you.
Uh, this case came to my attention
within the last couple of days.
But it's so unusual
and important
I wanted to put it on
as quickly as possible.
And I'll ask you
to bear with me for
any roughness in
the presentation.
Ed, are you ready?
Yeah, Sam. Okay.
The subject is a
destructive organism
of extraordinary
vigor and malignancy.
(ALL LAUGHING)
SAM: I mean our own Dr. Quincy
attempting to play first base.
(LAUGHING CONTINUED)
We got it all, Quince.
The whole disgraceful episode.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oh, you can't go now, Gil.
I got a lot of work, Quince.
Hey, fella, I see you've got Quincy
down for four autopsies in a row.
That's cruel and
unusual punishment.
No more than usual.
Have you seen him?
His back's gone out.
Why don't I do the next one?
Take some of the pressure off, eh?
Well, it's all right with me.
Let's see, that
would be, uh... the...
Auto accident. Number 1886.
1886.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Oh, no.
Dr. Moore.
Oh, Pete. I thought
you were upstairs.
Is there anything
I can do for you?
Uh... 1886. Rubio.
Okay.
You've come for Mr. Solomon?
Uh, no.
Uh, what are you...
I'm Rabbi Lochman.
It's all right, Dr. Moore.
He's keeping a vigil.
Oh. Would you please bring
the body into my room, Pete?
Sure. Sure, Doctor.
Uh, sorry to disturb you, Rabbi.
Phew... Not at all, Dr. Moore.
Look, I won't need you, Pete. Why
don't you run on up to the meeting?
They've got pictures of
Quincy at the game Saturday.
Pictures of Quincy at the game?
Yeah, it's quite a roast.
You don't mind, do ya'?
Nah. Go on, before it's over.
Oh, thank you.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Eh, you're a good sport. It's
good to have a sense of humor.
And let's be fair.
Let's not overlook our
own Doctor "Slugger" Asten.
(ALL LAUGHING)
Well, look at the time. Well,
fun's fun, but we have things to do.
Where's your sense of humor?
Now, we owe the
taxpayer a full day's work.
We're a county facility, so, uh,
let's go back to
our departments.
(ALL GROANING)
Listen, why don't you find
Dr. Moore, give him a hand?
Oh, sure.
Ed. Yeah, Quince.
Those prints were terrific.
Can you get me a set?
Sure, I'll get right on it.
Listen, blow up the
ones with Asten, will ya'?
(LAUGHING) Okay.
(KNOCKING AT THE DOOR)
Come in.
Hi, Dr. Moore.
Hello, Harriet.
Is there anything I
can help you with?
Got it about wrapped.
Pretty routine, this one.
You didn't miss much.
Can I assist you
on the next case?
Of course. Thanks.
I got a bruise here, right
here. A big one like that.
I got it when I
went over the fence.
I landed on a skateboard
some idiot had left there.
MONAHAN: Quincy? Sam, Eddie.
Hi, Lieutenant. What're
you guys doin' here?
John Rubio. Does
that ring a bell?
The big-time lawyer?
Big-time lawyer,
small-time pusher.
What is he, dead? You
don't read the papers?
Not this morning.
He went over a cliff in his car.
Now, who's handling
it? Well, let's see.
Well, Rubio. I was supposed
to handle it. Gil Moore's got him.
Good. Thanks a
lot. See you guys.
You know, it's a lucky thing,
when you went over that fence
you didn't fall on
somebody and hurt them.
I did hurt somebody.
Me! Don't you listen?
Lemme tell you somethin',
I couldn't get outta...
I'd like to listen,
but I got to...
He's got to...
Wait a minute, let me tell you
what had happened, will you?
What is it, too much to ask for
a little sympathy
from teammates?
The syringes are in here, and,
uh... Petri dishes down here.
Okay.
Dr. Moore? Yeah?
Lieutenant Monahan
and Sergeant Brill
would like to see
you. They're in the lab.
Thanks.
Okay.
Uh, when Marc gets here
will you see that he gets those
Rubio specimens
over to toxicology?
Oh, sure. Thanks.
You wanted to see
me, Lieutenant?
Oh, yeah, Gil. You
through with the Rubio post?
I just finished. And?
Death was a result of
the accident. No surprises.
Harriet, hello.
Hi, Marc.
Oh, the Rubio specimens
are right over there.
Sure.
I'm just taking a separate set of
tissues because Dr. Quincy said
it would be good for
me to get a, a feel for it.
Well, you want me to
come back for those?
No, that's all right. I'll take it
up to Sam when I'm finished.
Sure thing.
Thank you.
Gil, Quincy has
told me a 100 times.
You can't be sure without a tox.
So, stay on top of it, will
you, Doc? It's a high priority.
Well, I'll be in court
for the rest of the day,
but I'll tell Sam
that it's a rush.
Good. I appreciate that.
You know, it's, it's
just darned suspicious.
It just doesn't smell right.
Just 'cause a guy like Rubio is stupid
enough to step on the mob's toes,
doesn't mean he's stupid enough
to drive over the
edge of a cliff.
Yeah, not without help. Right.
Well, of course, we'll wait for
the tests, but I'll tell you right now,
I've done a thousand like this.
Killed in a car accident,
driving under the influence.
Ah, take my word
for it, Lieutenant.
This is one that you can forget.
How'd I do?
Are you sure you drew this
blood sample from Rubio?
Hmm? 1886?
Yes. I'm sure.
Uh... can't be.
Uh... what do ya
mean, it can't be?
I... I know which case I
took my sample from...
Well... come here.
This is from the
sample that you drew.
See? Mmm-hmm!
There's enough cocaine
in there to, uh, kill a rhino.
Mmm-hmm!
Now... this is the result
of Dr. Moore's sample.
Not a trace of cocaine.
No. Hi, kids.
Hi, Quince. Hi.
No, no, no... This is from
the Rubio body. I'm sure of it.
Ask Marc. He came in
the room. He saw me.
I don't know. It's impossible.
It's not impossible!
I know where I took my sample!
What's goin' on?
Sam's accusing me of taking the
blood sample from a wrong body.
Hey, Harriet, I'm not
accusing you of anything.
Quince, look... this
is what Harriet drew.
And she insists it
came from Rubio.
Well, whoever you drew this blood
sample from, it's loaded with cocaine.
Wow, there's enough
there to kill him. Yeah.
Now, this is Dr. Moore's
sample from Rubio.
No, that's impossible.
There's not a trace of
cocaine in Rubio here.
Maybe you confused the
two cases. It's your first day.
It could've
happened, couldn't it?
No... I'm positive.
I did it by the book. Harriet...
Dr. Moore practically
wrote the book.
But okay... there is a
simple way to settle this.
Marc, do me a favor.
Take Dr. Bolin down
to the cold room,
draw another blood
sample from Rubio.
Now, that ought to
be enough to verify
whether yours is correct or his.
Okay. All right.
Doctor Bowlin.
That's a stubborn lady.
Now, come on, Sam, let's
use the right word, insecure.
Just as you and I
were on our first day.
Yeah.
Now, let's get cracking
with the Tealy autopsy.
We're running
behind time. Right.
Tony, are you home?
Tony?
Well? Did you?
Yes, it is. It's all done.
(SIGHS) Oh-oh...
(LAUGHING NERVOUSLY)
Well... What can I
say, Dad? Thanks.
No! Don't thank me
for what I've done.
It was an immoral
and unspeakable thing,
and it's the last
time that I'm gonna
pull your neck out of the noose!
Yeah, well don't worry, Dad.
Cause it won't happen again.
Yeah?
I see you found the stuff, huh?
Yes, I found it.
Hey, wait a second! Where do
ya think you're goin' with that?
I'm getting rid of
it. Getting rid of it?
You know what
that stuff is worth?
I know what this is worth!
It cost me every ounce of
honesty and integrity that I had.
Just give me the box! No!
You promised that it
wouldn't happen again!
No!
I promised you I would
never get caught again!
You don't have any idea
what I've done for you, do you?
I am an accessory to murder.
30 years in the department,
30 unblemished years
and I laid it all on
the line for you today.
And you take what I've done
and you spit it back in my face.
Oh, please. Don't get
carried away with this, huh?
How could it be
that you are my son?
Na... How is it possible that...
That you are flesh of my flesh?
Where are your
morals? Where are your...
Scruples? Your,
your, your humanity?
In here, Dad.
They're all right in here.
Well, a through-and-through
gunshot wound to the roof of the mouth.
It did him right here
through the scalp.
Mmm... Pits with the
smudging on the hand.
Looks like powder residue to me.
Lemme have the scalpel, will ya?
Right.
I'll take some
skin from the area.
We'll have it scanned on the
E.M. to confirm gunshot residue.
Sure looks like suicide to me.
Oh, did you get that blood
sample taken care of?
No, we couldn't. The body was
already taken to the mortuary.
Urn, that was fast.
No big deal. Which one was it?
Murphy Brothers picked him up.
Okay. Listen, Marc, we need to
get an answer on this right away.
Take a look at it
for gunshot residue
on the electron
microscope, will you?
All right.
Harriet, you do me a favor.
Mmm-mmm.
Call the Murphy
Brothers, they're very nice.
They're very cooperative, tell
them to send the body back briefly.
We need one more specimen. Okay.
It could have been an accident
while he was cleaning the gun.
But, you read about
such things all the time.
I'm sorry.
Excuse me, uh...
I'm trying to find Dr. Asten.
In a minute, Rabbi. Oh.
(SOBBING)
Mom, come on, now.
This doesn't help any.
QUINCY: I'm sorry. These
things are always a shock.
It's more than that...
It means my father
can't be buried in
consecrated ground.
QUINCY: I see.
SON: They have plots, side
by side, at St. Mary's. But now...
You don't know.
There's no way you could know.
How can you stand
there and tell me suicide?
Mrs. Tealy, there's no
doubt about it. I wish...
Explain it to me.
Explain to me...
How you know that
a man that you never
met killed himself.
Well, your husband
was right-handed,
and we found powder
residue on his right hand.
We also found powder residue and
other things in his
mouth which confirms it.
(SOBBING) Oh... Mom, he's right.
(SOBBING)
Pardon me, but perhaps
I could offer a suggestion.
Excuse me.
Distressing situation.
It's generally held that a
man who commits suicide
can be buried in holy ground
if he was insane at the time.
Uh, I have this from my
friend, Father Gregory.
We have frequent discussions.
Certainly you could make
this little change in your report.
I'd love to, but
there's no basis for it.
Just one moment
of irrationality.
That's all that's required.
Yeah, but I can't make it up.
I have to have evidence.
Reason with me for a moment.
We... we will take the premise,
a rational man
always acts in his own
best interest, or
that of someone else.
Sure.
Did his family benefit
from his death?
Uh, financially, perhaps? No.
No... On the contrary,
they were grieving.
He knew they would. Uh,
was he, uh... terminally ill?
In pain?
No, just depressed.
As a devout man, he
would have believed that
he was putting his
eternal soul in jeopardy.
Hardly in his best interest.
Therefore... nobody benefited.
So, by logic...
The suicide is
an irrational act.
Have you any counter arguments?
No. Urn?
But if I had, I
wouldn't give it to you,
because you could
argue circles around me.
Me? I'm a pussycat.
But, uh, Father
Gregory, the Jesuit...
Thank you, Rabbi.
Dr. Asten's office is right out of
the elevator. Right in front of you.
Mmm. I... I... I want to
thank him for all his courtesy.
I see. Rabbi, I'm sorry
about any ordeals.
Hmm... All part of
my rabbinical duties.
I promise you, never
again ham and eggs.
Please, I don't think I
could eat anyway, after I...
I saw them open
up the body in there.
In the cold room? Uh.
It, uh... it was that
distinguished gentleman, uh...
I met him earlier.
Dr. Moore, it was.
He... he was working on
the body, taking out parts.
Would you do me one more favor?
After you've seen Dr. Asten,
would you go down to the cold room?
I want to send
my assistant there.
Show him which body
was being worked on.
And thank you again for the
Tealy family. They'll be very happy.
HARRIET: Dr. Quincy?
Do you get Rubio's body back?
No, and we never will.
Why not?
He was cremated
less than an hour ago.
There it is, Quince.
The electrophoresis on the second
blood sample is a perfect match.
There's no doubt about it.
The blood we
tested from Simonson
in the cold room is
exactly the same as the...
As the blood sample Gil gave
us, only he said it was Rubio's.
Both samples had to
come from the same body.
They did. They both
came from Simonson.
I don't understand
what was in Gil's head.
The duty doctor told
me he specifically
asked for Rubio
to lighten my load.
So then, the sample that I
took was from Rubio's body.
QUINCY: That's right.
I thought I was losing my mind.
This means Rubio was murdered.
Yeah.
MONAHAN: Quincy, you took
the words right out of my mouth.
What're you,
psychic or just lonely?
We just found out five seconds
ago that he was murdered.
Well, you know the
police department
just doesn't sit
around on their laurels.
What do ya got?
A couple of hours ago we
picked up this flunky coke dealer
who was tryin' to buy
his way outta the rap
with some pretty
hot information.
He said someone offered
him a bundle to waste Rubio.
So, you got the guy who did it?
No, this guy was too strung
out to even get his pants on.
Yeah. Now, listen,
what killed him, huh?
Here, take a look.
A heavy injection
of very pure cocaine.
Wow.
Listen, Quincy...
Could Rubio have driven his
car with this much coke in him?
Are you crazy? A third of that
quantity would've knocked him out.
If he injected himself
with that much cocaine,
he'd a passed out with
the needle still in his arm.
You know, Quincy, those
young people that found his car.
They said that they
saw three men driving off.
It's all starting
to piece together.
Did they get the license?
Huh? No... Oh, partial.
I'm gonna have to
talk to them again.
Say, uh, is Gil still here?
No. I'm gonna have
to talk to him too.
Why? There's no
need to talk to him.
Look, Quincy, I want
to tell you somethin'.
Moore looked me right square in
the eye, and he swore up and down
that it was an accidental death.
Well, for my money,
it's a little too convenient.
What're you suggesting?
You know damn well
what I'm suggesting.
Why? What motive
would he have for lying?
I don't know, but you can bet your
bottom dollar I'm gonna find out.
Now, do you have
Moore's address?
Look, Monahan, give me a
break, will you? Lemme talk to him.
Lemme bring him down here, find
out what this is all about. Please.
Okay, okay. But I
wanna be present.
Okay!
(PHONE RINGING)
Hello.
QUINCY: Gil, I know it's late and I
hate to disturb you, but it's important.
Can you come down
to the lab right now?
Yeah. Yeah, of course.
I... I'll come right
away, Quince.
You said something had come
up? One of my cases? Which one?
John Rubio.
Huh. Well, what's the problem?
There were some irregularities.
I was hoping you
could straighten that out.
Anything I can do.
The man was
actually murdered, Gil.
Murdered? Yeah.
That's why you're here, huh?
That's right.
Well, I didn't find anything
inconsistent with death from injuries
sustained in the car crash.
The third and fourth cervical
vertebrae were dislocated.
Why don't we start at the top?
You weren't assigned the Rubio
case. You put yourself down for it.
Yeah.
That's hardly an irregularity. I'm
surprised you even brought it up.
Gil, if I don't ask these
questions, somebody will.
What evidence do
you have for murder?
The toxicology on the blood
and liver shows that he died from
a massive overdose of cocaine.
Oh.
Sam.
You ran these, Sam?
Yes, I did, Doctor.
Well, I obviously made a
mistake in the cause of death.
QUINCY: Those are not the
specimens you sent up, Gil.
The ones you sent up
showed no traces of cocaine.
You went back into my case?
I'm sorry.
Why? We tried
to get hold of you.
No, no. Before
we go any further,
I think you owe me
an apology, Quincy.
Come on, now. Please, don't
make this any tougher than it is.
I know you must have had
good reasons for doing...
Reasons? What do ya
mean, reasons? Reasons?
It's just a simple
specimen mistake...
Dr. Moore. Gil, listen...
You specifically
requested the Rubio case.
I've already told you,
I... Will you cut it out!
Listen, we got
you dead to rights.
Now, you're lying
through your teeth. Now...
You swore that Rubio's
death was an accident.
Well, we got proof
that you switched
his blood sample
with this Simonson.
Now, I don't know the reason,
but I want some straight answers.
Or so help me...
Easy, Monahan, we're dealin'
with a man's career here.
Listen, I've been tryin' to nail
these coke honchos
for a long time,
and friend or no friend,
you're not gonna blow it for me.
Now, you're gonna
give me answers here,
or you'll give me the
answers downtown.
Now, look, obviously there been
some mistake. And I'm... I'm...
I'm a little fuzzy
tonight, so, uh...
Let me get my autopsy notes.
Quincy, he's lyin'.
Uh, I wonder what good
his notes are gonna do him?
No.
I'm sorry, Quince.
It's gonna be all right, Gil.
No, it won't.
I've lost it all.
I've lost it all.
Dr. Moore probably won't
even have to go to trial, right?
Quincy, it looks that way. He's
cooperating fully with the D.A.
We got his kid in
protective custody.
I think if we put a little
more pressure on the kid,
why, he'll come
through with the evidence
we need to nail
everybody involved.
But Dr. Moore will lose his job.
Yeah, and he's such a
nice guy. A brilliant career.
I feel like this whole
thing is my fault.
Now, don't do that to yourself.
All this happened
before you ever met him.
But I don't understand Rubio.
Wasn't he a successful attorney?
A successful attorney,
but a lousy dope dealer.
You see, it doesn't
pay to set up shop on
the same side of
the street as the mob.
Holy cow! Listen, I gotta go.
I gotta get up in a few hours.
Quincy... oh, we'll be looking
forward to seeing you in the lab.
Brill... What's the matter?
I don't mind all this excitement
in my life, but in my work...
Oh, you'll grow to love it.
I want to see you in the lab
bright and early in the morning.
Excuse me, it is
early in the morning.
What's that supposed to mean?
Why don't you follow the
cop home for protection?
Oh, I didn't realize
it was so late. Late?
It's not late, it's only
the shank of the evening.
Listen, you know that
A-minus you got in chemistry?
There was no reason for that, I
mean, you're such a bright girl.
Well, I have these books
down at the boat. Really?
Yeah. You'd do that for me?
Of course.
Even with your bad back?
What's that got to... Oh, my
back's gettin' better all the time.
Oh, well then you wouldn't mind
lugging them down
to the lab for me.
I'll get the sergeant to
drive me home. Good night.
Hey, Diane, you
interested in chemistry?
No, biology. Good night, Danny.
Good night. Good night.
You know, Quincy... You're a
real smooth talker. You know that?