Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 7, Episode 21 - The Unquiet Grave - full transcript

I know you feel for me
as much as I feel for you.

You stay away from your
old lover, you understand?

- What does all this mean?
- Murder.

There's a lot of people out
there, want you out of the way.

I'm gonna need your
friendship now more than ever.

Bomb. I've got it rigged
to his car right now.

You think I'm crazy. I'm going
to prove to all of you that I'm not.

Quincy don't you leave me.
Don't you dare walk out on me!

She's psychotic but she's brilliant.
Most diabolical mind I've ever known.

Hello, Quincy.

Gentlemen, you're about to enter



the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

All right, I know I promised not to
go big on the gambling anymore.

But what I need right now is
not another one of your lectures.

What I need is money.

I've done you a
disservice, Bradley.

When your mother died I
was so protective of you.

I indulged you in everything
and I created a monster.

You can't help
lecturing, can you?

Don't you understand
that I've heard all this before

and it's probably all very true.

And I'm sorry I'm not
the son of your dreams.

The point is, if I don't come
up with $50,000 right now,

I'm gonna have my knees broken.



Maybe a small price if
it teaches you a lesson.

How can you say that?
$50,000 is nothing to you.

But you'd keep it from
me and see me get hurt.

Brad, I admit it's
a harsh lesson.

But I think it's time you faced
the consequences of your actions.

I keep bailing you out,
you'll always need bailing out.

I want you to grow up. Accept
your responsibilities. Be a man.

Be a man? Just like you, the
great Powell Dixon, the kingmaker.

You can't stand it that I'm
not carved in your image.

Excuse me, Bradley, my
guests will be arriving soon.

I have an important call
to make to Washington.

Carlotta, put those in the
center of the buffet table.

- They're very spring like.
- Yes, ma'am.

He didn't give
it to you, did he?

No. But I'll bet
he'd give it to you.

When I married your father,

he made it clear that I'd get his
money when he was dead not before.

Wake up. He'll never be a father to you
anymore than he was a husband to me.

But I worked demolition in
the Army! It'll point right to me!

No, he's made so many political
enemies that it will look like terrorists.

I just don't think I can do
it. I can't... he's my father.

Fine.

Okay. You come up with $50,000.

This place is like a palace.

Well, Powell Dixon isn't
your ordinary person.

How did we get invited to
this affair in the first place?

The rumor is that he plans to
push Gordon Patterson for President.

This party is to woo backers.

- Us? Backers? Okay, I'll give ten bucks.
- Five.

- Champagne?
- Oh, yeah.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

- Cheers.
- To us.

Do you know anybody here?

This is the creme de la creme
of politics and high society.

Not the crowd we
usually associate with.

Wait a minute. 12 'o clock.
Isn't that Senator Patterson?

Oh, Janina.

- Uh-oh!
- What is it?

Someone I used to know.
And don't want to see again.

Who?

Her name is Janina
Brand. Dark haired lady.

This is very mysterious, Quincy.

Come on, tell us about
your dark secret past.

It's not so dark
not even secret.

I met her when she was
going to medical school.

Well, that's a good reason to
turn your back and hide from her.

Still carrying some
of the old flame, huh?

I don't know. Tell you the
truth I did fall for her pretty hard.

I don't know anyone who
hasn't fallen in love with her.

- Then what was the problem?
- She's psychotic.

I know that sounds harsh,
but there's no other word for it.

Well, that must've
been tough on you too.

Disturbed as she was, it was still
very difficult to break it off with her.

Maybe I should slip
out. I can catch a cab.

Oh, Quincy, come on,
isn't that a little extreme?

He's right. Why give up a party
that we've all looked forward to

just so you can run and hide?

There's a hundred people
here. She'll never see you.

Look at the dining
room. It looks marvelous.

Come on, Quincy.
You're not leaving now.

- Look at the size of
that lobster, will ya.
- Oh, it's beautiful.

Here you go. Are
those Escargots?

Oh, you're not
going to eat those.

Are you kidding? That's
the food of the Gods.

Hello, Quincy.

Janina, what a surprise.

I'll bet it is. You
should see your face.

Quincy, I'd give anything to have
had a picture of you when you saw me!

Well, I never expected...
What are you doing here?

- You don't know?
- Know what?

Well, I'm your hostess.

I'm married to Powell.
I'm Mrs. Powell Dixon.

- No, I didn't know. Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Janina you had me
invited here tonight.

- Yes.
- Why?

Because I wanted
you to be happy for me.

'Cause when we broke
up, it was just awful.

There was so much
pain and anger.

I didn't want you to remember
me that way, because I've changed.

I'm really different. I've been through
therapy and I've sorted my life out.

And I wanted you to see that.

- What about your practice?
- I gave that up.

That was a lot of the problem.
Pressures of medical school,

becoming a doctor because that's
all my father ever expected of me.

Afraid to fail because I needed
his approval so desperately.

I was a pretty messed up person.

But that was a long time
ago and it's all different now.

And knowing you has
helped me turn my life around.

You made a big
impact on me, Quincy.

And I'm very
grateful. Truly I am.

Certainly seem like a different
person. A happy person.

Oh, I am. Powell is
just, he's wonderful.

I never believed I could
deserve love like that.

That a magnificent man
like Powell could love me.

But I know better now. Things
are just beautiful, Quince.

- You'd like him if
you got to know him.
- I'm sure I would.

You've come a long way, Janina.

Couldn't have been easy for you.

No, it wasn't. But now
you can be happy for me.

I am.

- You look wonderful.
- And so do you.

- I'll see you in a little bit.
- Okay.

- We we're worried about you.
- We saw
the dragon lady get you.

Well, believe it or not, the dragon
lady has turned into a butterfly.

A butterfly? Tell
us what happened.

After I've had my Escargots.

A butterfly?

May borrow the
hostess for a moment?

Well of course.
Great party, Powell.

- Thank you.
- Excuse me.

Just a word of warning, Janina.

Don't cause me any
embarrassment tonight.

- Powell, please.
- Listen to me!

I intend to make Gordon
Patterson President.

From this moment on
everything we do will be

under scrutiny from
the public and the press.

I expect you to behave with the
decorum and dignity befitting my wife!

Powell, you're
hurting my arm, let go!

Till the election is over, stay away
from your old lover. You understand?

After that you can do what
you want. I'm filing for divorce.

Sam, I've never seen
so much mink in my life.

It really was a top-drawer
crowd in there last night.

I bet the collected
wealth of all those people

could've paid off
the national debt.

I guess that kind of money can
put someone in the White House.

I don't know, but Powell Dixon
really is a persuasive man.

With him as kingmaker,
Patterson has a good shot at it.

I guess millionaires are
used to getting their way.

I think that's how they
get to be millionaires.

Hello, Dr. Quincy.

Oh, Janina, we were
just talking about...

Yeah, the party, of
course, I had a great time.

Lunch? Oh, to tell you the
truth I've got so much to do.

No, I'm not hemming and hawing.

You caught me a
little off guard, is all.

Okay sure. I'll meet
you at 12.30. Where?

I remember the place. Okay.

What's the matter?

Janina Dixon
wants to have lunch.

You look unhappy about it.

I guess nervous
is a better word.

To the time you stayed up with
me two nights in a row to help me

cram for the boards.

You passed with flying
colors. I was so proud of you.

And we celebrated by taking the
ferry to Catalina for the weekend.

We spent the whole
time sleeping in the sun.

- Yeah.
- Yeah.

And then the ferry broke
down on the way home.

It took 'em six hours
to finally tow us in.

I didn't mind that. We cuddled
all the way to keep warm.

- Quincy we had
such good times.
- And some bad ones.

- I don't think about those.
- I do. They're hard to forget.

Confounded jealousy.
The lying. Violent temper.

You almost ruined my book
the night we decided to end it.

You decided to end it.

I'm sorry, I was
pretty crazy then.

But don't worry. I only
asked you to lunch because,

well, I need your friendship
and I know I have no right to ask.

What is it?

What happened?

It's Powell.

He's never been truly abusive,
I'm not worried about that.

But he does frighten
me sometimes.

There's always this
undercurrent of rage inside him.

Oh, Quincy, I'm trying so hard
to be a good wife, but it isn't easy.

Powell is so strong,
so determined.

And his son, Brad,
hates him and resents me,

and I see us all drawing further
and further from each other.

All I want is love and be loved.

I've had so much pain,
I can't stand anymore.

And I don't have
anybody I can talk to.

So, I just need your friendship.

Will you be there for me?

I will, Janina. I promise.

Thank you, Carlotta. You can
take Mr. Dixon's tray up, now.

- He has to be leaving soon.
- Yes, ma'am.

You haven't touched
your breakfast.

I've got it all set up.

What are you talking about?

The bomb. It's rigged
to his car right now.

Brad you didn't tell me
you were going to do that!

That's what you want, isn't it?

But you said you couldn't do it!

Well, I can. I've gotta
have that money.

Good morning, Mr. Dixon.
It's a beautiful day out.

Mr. Dixon?

Mr. Dixon?

All right, settle down.
Tell me how it works.

It's behind the dashboard. I've
got it connected to a remote control.

He gets in the car, drives away
from the house and I set it off.

Then it's almost all over.

- Oh, God. I hope
this is the right thing.
- Don't lose heart now!

What's the matter, Carlotta?

It's Mr. Dixon.

He's dead.

What?

It's hard to believe I
saw him a few days ago.

He was so dynamic,
to go so suddenly.

It happens, Quince.

Somebody will get a clean
bill of health from the doctor

and drop dead the next day.

He was packing around a little
too much weight, that's for sure.

Everything I see here
is what you'd expect.

The lungs show some diffuse emphysema of
a moderate degree consistent with his age.

A few adhesions
in the pleural cavity.

Nothing unusual
for a man his age.

Doesn't look like there are
any surprises here, Sam.

The heart looks
slightly enlarged.

You're right, Sam, it
weighed 485 grams.

There's moderate sclerosis of
all branches of the coronary tree.

But nothing acute, and a
healed infarct in the septum.

- And the valves?
- They're intact.

Except for a mild
arteriosclerosis.

Everything I see falls
within normal limits, Sam.

Looks to me like
coronary insufficiency.

Not enough oxygen to the heart.

He was 63, still a
young man that' too bad.

A little less food and
fewer cigarettes and

he might have lived
10 or 15 years longer.

- Finish up will you, Sam.
- Right.

The toxicology showed a
barbiturate in the bloodstream.

Was he in the habit
of taking sleeping pills?

He had a prescription, sometimes
it was the only way he could sleep.

There was no evidence of a
massive heart attack or stroke.

But his heart showed the signs of wear and
tear you might expect for a man his age.

And with the degree of
coronary arteriosclerosis,

I'm afraid it just gave out.

Janina, I'm so sorry. After
all you've been through.

Oh, Quincy.

I'm going to need your
friendship more than ever now.

Quincy, could you review the
slides on the Petrocelli case for me?

- I'm afraid I'm late.
- Oh, I hadn't
realized how late it is.

You heading home?

Not exactly. I'm taking
an old friend out to dinner.

- Anybody I know?
- Janina Dixon.

You mean the woman
you've been trying to avoid?

Come on, she's
having a rough time of it.

Quincy, is there more to
this than meets the eye?

No way. I'm just holding
out a helping hand.

I'm taking her to Danny's
giving her a chance to talk.

Mrs. Dixon will be down in a
minute, could you wait in here?

- Thank you.
- May I have someone
bring you a drink?

No, thank you.

I'm still growing them, Quincy.

Janina, you look gorgeous.

Thank you. You always
did make me feel good.

You remember how hard I worked
trying to raise Tacca chantrieri?

- I finally got the hang of it.
- Yes, you did.

Janina, you look beautiful,

but the place I had in mind, well,
you'd be a little over dressed for it.

Oh, Quincy I thought we'd
stay here. Do you mind?

I still don't feel quite like
going out, being in crowds.

Of course. But I didn't want
you to have to go to any bother.

I need diversion at this point.

I wracked my brain to
remember all your favorite foods.

Like clams on the half-shell,

baked chicken
breasts and most of all,

the driest champagne
I could find.

- You did remember.
- Oh, yes.

I love champagne. I
could drink it every night.

It's long way from my
days as a struggling intern.

I remember my big night out
was a hamburger and a beer.

Here's to us. And
a wonderful future.

You've come a long way, Janina.

I'm so sorry you have
more tragedy to cope with.

Things have a way of working
out for the best. Don't they?

I'm not sure I know
what you mean.

Here we are together again,
after all we've been through.

Quincy, when we're this close,

can you honestly say
you don't feel anything?

Janina, don't do this, please.

You're being evasive again.
Just like at lunch that day.

You didn't say, but I know you
feel for me as much as I feel for you.

Janina, I was
offering my friendship.

Nothing beyond that.

Because you're a
decent moral man.

And I was a married woman then.

No.

'Cause that's the way I want it.

- There's someone else,
isn't there?
- No, Janina, there isn't.

You're lying. She's
very young, isn't she?

Some cute little thing in your
office? Who is she, Quincy?

You're distraught. After you get over
the shock I'm sure you'll feel differently.

Don't patronize me! I'm
not distraught! I love you!

- Excuse me. Dinner is served.
- Thank you.

I don't think I'll stay.

Don't you dare do this to
me, Quincy. Don't you dare!

Not after the sacrifices I made for
us. Just so we could be together!

What are you talking about?

Powell's gone now. There's
no one to come between us.

It can be the way
it was meant to be!

Quincy, don't you leave me!
Don't you dare walk out on me!

I'll never forgive you
this time. Damn you!

It was like a nightmare. I
can't believe it happened.

Maybe she was just emotionally distraught.
After all, her husband has just died.

I'd believe that if I
hadn't known her before.

But it was like a time warp,
being thrown back into the past.

The unpredictability,
the hysteria, the fantasy.

You just don't see her
anymore. Leave her alone.

- But I'm worried
about one thing.
- What's that?

She said she'd made sacrifices.

She mentioned her
husband's name.

You don't think she killed him?

- I'm not sure what to believe.
- Oh, come on, Quincy.

Now you're the one
that's overwrought.

You performed the autopsy yourself.
There was no evidence of foul play.

But I wasn't looking for any. I
think I should take another look.

You mean a court
order, exhuming the body

you'd be stirring up
a huge wasp's nest.

Are you sure you're
not overreacting?

- Yes. I'm sure.
- Why don't you sleep on it?

I won't be able to until I can see that
body and find out what really happened,

I don't think I'll
ever sleep again.

Sam, we didn't examine
the brain at all last time.

There's no evidence
of cranial trauma.

The brain is extremely well
preserved because of the embalming.

Do you see any evidence
of swelling on this brain?

No, none at all.

And yet see this?

Herniation of the cerebellar
tonsils, down into the spinal column.

Yeah, see these grooves?

It looks like the brain was practically
sucked down into the spinal column.

Could be subdural
hematoma. Or a tumor.

Let's cut in and find out.

I sure don't see anything and yet
there must have been a sudden drop

in intracranial pressure in order
for the brain to drop down like that.

Should we take a look
at the spinal column?

You bet.

Help me turn him over.

Sam, give me the shaver.

Look there between the first
and second cervical vertebrae.

A little hemorrhage.
Could it be a needle mark?

I don't know. Let's section it.

See if it's real blood cells
or just post-mortem staining.

- Right.
- Sam,

if this is what I think it is,
it's absolutely ingenious.

What are you finding, Sam?

No question about it, it's a needle track
and it went all the way to the spinal cord.

- That ties it up.
- What does all this mean?

It means murder.

She bought him the sleeping pills as
usual. That's what knocked him out.

It's a diabolical plan. The
cleverest I've ever seen.

What'd she do?

While her husband was sleeping,

I mean, sleeping deeply because
of the Phenobarbital she'd given him.

She punctured the spinal
column with a hypodermic,

right into the cistern
at the base of the skull,

and into a hair follicle where the needle
mark would be almost undetectable.

Then she withdrew the
cerebrospinal fluid rapidly.

The brain literally collapsed
down onto the spinal cord,

compressing the
respiratory center.

Breathing stopped, the
heart quit beating and he died.

Then she reinjected the fluid so we
wouldn't notice the collapse of the brain.

And there's no way you
would see that in the autopsy?

Not unless you
were looking for it.

Which we weren't
the first time around.

Given his age and the
condition of his heart,

it looked like a straight-forward
death of natural causes.

This sounds so complicated.

I mean, not everybody would know how
to withdraw fluid from the spinal column.

That's right. It would take a doctor
to be certain about the technique.

- That's right.
- And Janina is an MD.

Janina, wait! We've
got to talk about this!

I don't see any reason to
talk, Brad. I'm in a hurry.

But my money. You promised
you'd give it to me after he was dead.

You had nothing to do with his
death. You haven't earned anything.

Please, they'll hurt
me if I don't pay them.

I can't help that.

But you know what, Brad, you're
next in line for the inheritance.

So why don't you just kill me?

Damn you, Janina!
You'll be sorry!

You get a good earful, Carlotta?

I'm sorry, sir, I don't
know what you mean.

You know everything
that happens in this house!

- Little more
information for your lady?
- Sir, I...

The impact of the explosion
must have been incredible.

There's been complete
pulverization of every bone in the body.

That's consistent
with a C-4 charge.

C-4that's an explosive
used by the military, isn't it?

Right. Unfortunately,
some of it falls into

the hands of others,
mostly through theft.

The head and shoulders
are completely blown away.

Umm-hmm.

The bomb was placed
just behind the dashboard,

triggerred by a remote
detonation device.

It was a directional charge,

aimed so that the victim
took the full force of the

explosion in the
head and upper body.

We retrieved skull
and arm fragments

from a hundred-foot radius
around the explosion site.

And it looks like most of the
fragments were found in this area

that's consistent with a
directional high-impact explosion.

What isn't
consistent is the fire,

which you ordinarily wouldn't
expect with a C-4 bomb.

It explodes so quickly that there
usually isn't time enough to ignite a fire.

The car must have
been rigged to burn.

And burn badly. The
body is severely charred.

Whoever did this to her
sure wanted her dead.

All right, Joe, thank
you very much.

Sam, let's start with
Specimen E at 134 degrees.

We know when your mother-in-law

got out that day you
asked her for money.

And you can see why you're
our number one suspect.

The servants have told us you
and Mrs. Dixon fought all the time.

You were furious
when your father's will

left everything but
a small trust to her.

You were threatening
her the day she died.

You happened to be a demolition
expert when you served in the Army.

And we found the makings
of a bomb in your room.

Okay. I made it. But I didn't rig
it to kill Janina, I swear I didn't.

You just made
it for the fun of it?

No.

Janina and I, we talked and
only talked about killing my father.

Oh, yeah, yeah.

But it was only talk.

You know, sometimes you get
desperate, you say things you don't mean.

- And nothing ever came of it.
- Umm-hmm.

The death of your stepmother
has made it very convenient for you

to receive the bulk of your
father's estate in an inheritance.

You're in trouble, son.
You better call your lawyer.

Hello? Mark.

Grady file? Yeah, I
got it here somewhere.

Yeah, I'll bring it
up to you. Okay.

Quincy, animal regulations has that
snake. They confirmed it was a coral snake.

Wow, that's one of the most
deadly of all poison snakes.

Well, but they said that
it was hard for it to kill

because the fangs are so short.

You know, Quincy, it was probably
someone just trying to scare you.

They succeeded.

That plant, it's a very unusual
variety. Janina grew them.

What's that supposed to mean?

Who else would put that plant
on my desk? It was a calling card.

Quincy, she's dead.

Pete, who delivered that plant?

A guy in uniform. He
said he was from a florist.

- Did you get a receipt?
- No, I asked him
but there wasn't one.

I felt it was kind of funny. I
looked around and he was gone.

Okay, Pete. Thanks.

In college she wrote
papers on herpetology.

And I knew that she had
two exotic snakes for pets.

Quincy, for heaven sakes,
what are you trying to say?

I'm saying there were
two things in that office

that were like signatures
of Janina Dixon.

Look, Quincy, somebody wants
you out of the way, I don't deny that.

But first I want to check
out that Lenny Wexler.

Remember the guy you
nailed a few weeks ago in court.

He said that you were going to be
dead before he started serving time.

And then I read about
this Tony Becker?

He's on parole. There's no
love lost between the two of you.

Quincy there's a lot of people out
there that want you out of the way.

So there's no need in
robbing graves to find them.

Hello?

Hello! Who is it?

- Quincy. Quincy.
- Yeah, who's this?

Quincy.

Who is this?

- Quincy.
- Who...

Listen, why don't
you do me a favor?

Pick up your marbles and
go home. The game is over.

- Hello!
- Hi, Quince.

- Hi, Sam.
- Just wanted to know
how you're feeling.

- I'm fine. I'm just fine.
- Is lunch on for tomorrow?

Oh, yeah, yeah. Sure,
it's on. See you tomorrow.

Boy when you take a guy out to lunch
you sure know how to do things upright.

I'm going to take
you out to lunch later.

Hank is having one of his
yearly going out of business sales.

It's where I got my tuxedo. I
got that great jacket, you love it.

- The sports one
with the tweed.
- Oh, yeah.

Oh, you're kidding. Two for $90?

Don't look at that. Look at
the suit. You like it or not?

Quince!

- Quince, what is it?
- Janina was
standing right here.

There she is.

Janina!

Janina! Janina!

Janina!

Janina!

Janina, what kinda
game are you...

I'm terribly sorry. I mistook
you for someone else.

- I'm terribly sorry.
- Quince, what's the matter?

I was so sure it was her.

Looked just like
her in the window.

He says that only Janina would send him
the plant and put the snake in his drawer.

She's dead. Even with a good
messenger service it's hard to do.

He knows that but he's
obsessed with the idea.

Maybe that wasn't so funny.

Tried to avoid the
subject entirely.

It's even affecting his work. I
had to send him home early today.

Sam, I'm really worried
about him. Really on the edge.

Good morning.

- Am I interrupting something?
- No, no, not at all.

Well, don't let me stop you. You were
going at it pretty good till I walked in.

Well, listen, I got a ton of
work to do. See you guys.

Yeah, me too.
I better get to it.

What's going on here? Am I
Typhoid Mary or something?

To tell you the truth,
Quincy, we were

talking about you.
We're a little concerned.

- About Janina?
- Yeah.

Suppose I were to tell you that
she was on my boat last night.

Standing over me with a knife.

- Well,
why didn't he use it then?
- I don't know.

Quince, to be honest I
don't believe she was there.

It doesn't make any sense.

I think that you're overworked
and you need a vacation.

You think I'm crazy. I'm
gonna prove to you that I'm not.

- Hi, Mel. How you doin'?
- Not bad. It's a slow process, Quincy.

Especially with as much
fragmentation as we have here.

There are only bits and
pieces of the teeth left.

- Would it help to
make a cast of the jaw?
- No, I don't think so.

I've located enough that I think
we can compare the dental records.

- Are these the charts?
- Yeah. Let's have a look.

The most obvious portion of
tooth is a lower left bicuspid.

It has a filling put
in back in 1978.

The bicuspid from the
victim has never been filled.

- Are you sure?
- Take a look.

These records also show a
crown on the left front incisor.

And neither of these have
any indication of a crown here.

- You know what you're saying?
- I'll keep checking, Quincy.

But already I think I could
say with some confidence

that these are not the
teeth of Janina Dixon.

Oh, thank you, Mel.
Thank you very much.

Hey, Quince, what's up?

Doctor Shiner was
able to piece together

enough of the jaw and the teeth
fragments to compare dental records.

- The body in that
blast wasn't Janina Dixon.
- You're kidding.

So now, I'm trying to
figure out who this is.

Janina planned the
whole thing, I know it.

She's psychotic,
but she's brilliant.

How do you begin to track
down the identity of that body?

There's almost
nothing left to identify.

The hands were badly burned.

The fingers are so charred
that I can't get a fingerprint.

- I might be able to
get one from underneath.
- Underneath?

Yeah. The friction ridges
that make up a fingerprint

have a component
on the reverse side.

I can peel back the skin, take
the print from the back side.

Sounds good. Anything I can do?

Give me an inking
plate will you?

I'm going to try to get
this right index finger.

If I can, I might be able to get a match
through the Department of Motor Vehicles.

And start finding out
what's going on here.

Now give me a
fingerprint, come on.

There it is.

Well, here it is, Quincy.

Since the print you
gave me came from the

underside of the skin,
it was a mirror image.

So I took the picture and then
reversed the negative. There's the result.

- Looks pretty clear to me.
- We should have
a print they can trace.

I'll get these over to the
police crime lab right away.

- Let's hope they can
get a match for us.
- Right.

Quincy, I just heard that the body in
that explosion wasn't Janina Dixon.

I'm sorry for being so skeptical, for
thinking you were imagining things.

I can hardly blame you.

Two people saw her get in that car
and it exploded almost immediately.

Naturally everybody
thought she was dead.

- But she didn't.
- No, she's still alive,
I'm sure of that.

But how she arranged all this,
where she is now, and why she did it?

I don't have the answers
to those questions.

But I'm sure going
to try to find them.

Quincy, did you get a match
on that fingerprint I sent?

You did? Why didn't you call me?

A missing person report
that figures. What's the name?

Fredericka Barnes, ll528 Culvane
Street, number 205, North Hollywood.

Thank you very much.

Anybody home?

- Yeah?
- I'm looking for
Fredericka Barnes.

She doesn't live there
anymore. Just her pa.

Will he be back later?

Nope. He's down
at County General.

Had a heart attack
about two weeks ago.

Why you wanna know?
Who are you, anyway.

I'm with the County
Coroner's Office.

You're with the County?

Can you tell me why my disability
check was so late this month?

That's really not my department.

That's the problem none of
you people talk to each other!

Mr. Barnes?
Mr. Barnes. Mr. Barnes!

I'm Dr. Quincy. Can I
speak to you for a minute?

Sure.

I went to your apartment, a
neighbor told me you were here.

Yeah, guess I'm gonna be here
a while, too, from the looks of it.

I'm trying to find your
daughter, Fredericka.

Freddie? You seen her?

No, I thought maybe you could tell me
something about her. Where she lives?

I tell you, I'm
worried about her.

When I had my attack, she brought me
here and she came every day to see me.

She's about all I
got left in this world.

I don't know why
she stopped coming.

If you tell me where she lives,
I could check it out for you.

On Spring Street.
I think it's 832.

You get in through an
alley, down some stairs.

I been worried sick about
her. But she's got no phone.

I called the police but nobody
here seems to think it's important.

But if she's hurt, I don't know if
she could take care of herself.

She's no youngster, you know.

I'll check it out
and let you know.

In the meantime, you just
rest and get your strength back.

Anybody home?

Janina! I know you're in there.

Don't come any closer, Quincy.

Cobra. It's a lot deadlier than
that snake you put in my desk.

I underestimated you,
Quincy. How did you find me?

You take a lot more care of your
teeth than Frederica Barnes did.

Now you answer one for me.
How did you rig that explosion?

I didn't. Brad did.

At least, he showed me how,
when he planned to kill Powell.

When I left the house that day, I
already had Fredericka's body in the car.

As soon as I was out of sight of the
house, I put her body in the driver's seat,

and I took off in a car I
had waiting there for me

and exploded the
bomb by remote control.

Why did you do it?

I needed a new identity
to get out of the country.

And to get to Powell's accounts in
Switzerland. I know all the numbers.

And why did you kill Powell?

He was going to divorce me. And I
had signed a pre-nuptial agreement.

The silly bore was going
to leave me without a cent.

Janina, how can you talk
so casually about murder?

I knew there were lots of
problems but how could you kill?

You'd be surprised how easy it is to
kill somebody you don't care about.

And how difficult it is to kill
somebody you care very much about.

After you rejected me again, all I
wanted to do was get back at you.

To hurt you like you hurt me.

And that night on the
boat when I saw you,

all I could think of was
us on the ferry to Catalina.

Laughing, fun,

your warmth, Quincy.

And all I wanted was to hold
you and to have you hold me.

It can ever be that
way again, can it?

Quincy, there's so much
waiting for us out there.

I could be so happy with you.

As who? Fredericka Barnes the bag
woman? Or Janina Dixon the murderess?

You hate me don't you?

No.

I only hate what you've done.

Well, it can't be
undone now, can it?

And I will not go to jail
for the rest of my life.

- I'd rather die.
- No!

- Quincy...
- I'm gonna immobilize the arm.

You don't have to do this.
Nobody knows you're here.

You can just walk out the door.

Come back in an
hour and I'll be dead.

That way you'd be free
forever. Isn't that what you want?

Quincy?

You do care.

- Don't you?
- Calling the hospital.

Quincy are you sure
you wanna eat here?

Oh, yeah. This was
our favorite restaurant.

I brought her here
on our first date.

Oh.

Listen, would you
mind talking about this?

I was not clear about what happened
in the end, why she died so suddenly.

After the snake bit her I immobilized
her arm and rushed her to the hospital.

I was afraid it might
have hit a vein.

By the time I reached
the car I saw the first sign.

Her eyelids began drooping.

When we reached the emergency room
she had no control over her facial muscles.

Breathing was
difficult. It was too late.

The poison had spread
throughout her system.

What a waste. Such a beautiful
woman. Such a bright woman.

Like a brilliant
diamond with a tiny flaw.

Tiny flaw? Tiny flaw!

Quincy she killed two
people. It was premeditated.

She was a sick lady.
That's not a tiny flaw.

You know, I think you're trying to
take responsibility for her actions.

Are you falling in the trap of
romanticizing this whole situation?

Listen, I can't eat here.

I'm going to Danny's
and I hope you'll join me.