Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 7, Episode 22 - The Last of Leadbottom - full transcript
I'm back in the Navy.
- One of you is Mrs. MacKenzie?
- I am.
It's going to be
a military secret.
- You've met Mrs. MacKenzie.
- Hello, Doctor.
We believe that when MacKenzie
died, he had classified information.
I'm Mackie's wife!
Something very
strange is going on here.
How do you feel
about being a decoy?
I'm not crazy about it.
- It's an order.
- I'd love it.
Look out!
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the most fascinating
sphere of police work,
the world of forensic medicine.
Run the whole program.
What's the bottom line?
The bottom line is you didn't
deliver the goods we bought from you.
This computer chip is worthless.
The codes on it
are pure gibberish.
You were taken.
But... But that's impossible. I got
the chip from the Admiral's own safe,
Old Leadbottom must be
carrying the real one with him.
It's the only way he could
have pulled that switch.
That not my concern.
My concern is that my government
paid you a half million dollars
for the tactical nuclear
weapon deployment positions
of the Western
European NATO countries.
The chip you sold us is
undecipherable garbage.
I'll make good on it, Klavic,
I always have...
I'll get it for you.
- What's the cutoff?
- Tomorrow.
Tomorrow? We're dedicating
his damned museum tomorrow.
My point exactly, friend.
Your precious Admiral
is getting on an airplane
after the ceremony and delivering
the chip personally in Brussels.
If the chip gets there,
everything we bought
from you so far is worthless.
How am I supposed
to get it tomorrow?
You're an intelligent
man, Commander.
You'll think of something.
Yeah.
I don't see him anywhere.
He did say the
gallery, didn't he?
The invitation says
nine o'clock sharp.
I'm sure he's here somewhere.
Boy, isn't this wonderful.
I still don't know how Quincy
managed to get all of us VIP seats.
It was Admiral
MacKenzie's doing.
Ever since Korea when
Quincy did something for him,
Admiral's kept in contact with him. Even
sends Quincy a card every Veteran's Day.
What did Quincy do for
him to be so indebted?
I'm not really sure.
All I know is that...
Wow!
- Look at you...
- Captain Quincy?
That right, bo'sun.
I stay in the reserves a few more
years, I might even make Commodore.
The dedication is starting. C'mon
I don't want to miss a second of it.
All right, this is terrific!
Hey, what did you do for Admiral MacKenzie
to get us this first class treatment?
Nothing really. We were on
jungle island survival maneuvers.
He had chronic indigestion.
I didn't know
what to do for him.
So I went to the local witch doctor,
I got a concoction, it cured him.
He thinks I'm a miracle worker.
You're kidding? You know I have a
little... What was in the concoction?
I don't know. One of the ingredients
was chopped up boa constrictor.
I think I'll keep
the indigestion.
Watch your stern, Admiral, the
heat's on. We know all about it.
Steady as she goes.
Testing, testing...
Not so loud, would you please?
Ladies and gentlemen, thank
you. Thank you very much.
It's lovely here.
It's a lovely day.
Senator Cragmeyer,
Congressman Hickle,
General Slocum, Admiral Nurtz,
honored and distinguished guests,
ladies and gentlemen.
Oh, and especially Admiral
Burgess S. MacKenzie.
Ladies and gentlemen, today marks a truly
momentous and propitious high water mark,
not only for the United States
Navy and the Sixteenth Naval District,
but for the entire free world.
For it is today that we
dedicate, ladies and gentlemen,
the Burgess S. MacKenzie
Historical Naval Museum.
It is a truly
glorious structure,
built like the man himself.
Solid, noble, brave...
You don't suppose
everyone on the platform
is going to made
a speech, do you?
Will you cut it out?
You are witnessing history,
why don't you sit back and enjoy?
It's hot.
And so my friends,
without any further pomp
and with the deepest
humility and pride,
let us call upon the
"Iron Man" himself,
Rear Admiral "Big
Mac" MacKenzie!
Assisting Admiral MacKenzie in the
dedication of his namesake museum,
the Admiral's youngest
grandchild, Amy MacKenzie.
Here you are, Grandpa...
Should I hold your
cane, Grandpa?
Hey, Mac, say a few words
to the people, would you?
There you go, the microphone.
Here he is, ladies and gentlemen,
Burgess S. "Big Mac" MacKenzie.
- Another long speech?
- No way.
- Admiral MacKenzie's a man
of very few words.
- Hear, hear.
Please, we're doctors.
No breathing.
No pulse. Do CPR.
One-one-thousand,
two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand,
four-one-thousand,
five-one-thousand. One-one-thousand...
Quincy, I wish you'd take my
offer and let me do this autopsy.
- Why don't you consider it?
- No, thank you, Dr. Asten.
I've got everything ready
for you, Quince. Thank you.
I don't know, Sam. This
man led a long, full, active life.
Yet somehow, with all
those years behind him,
his death still seems so tragic.
What is this?
The blood was pumped
out to all the extremities.
There wasn't enough blood left in
the central body for his heart to pump.
Massive peripheral
vasodilatation.
What do you think caused his
blood to pool in his arms and legs?
Well, it could have been
drugs, cardiovascular disease.
This is what it was.
That scar on the right clavicle.
They implanted a pacemaker.
No one ever mentioned that
Admiral MacKenzie had a pacemaker.
And this old scar is
maybe ten years old.
So the excitement of the dedication
was probably too much for him,
when he swung that
heavy champagne bottle,
he exerted himself too much
the pacemaker couldn't make
his heart pump fast enough
to keep up with his body
demand for oxygenated blood.
Yeah, you're probably right.
We've been fooled
before. Let's take a look.
Right.
The pacemaker all
cleaned and tagged.
The leads look okay from the outside, but
I won't know for sure until I test them.
I doubt if it's defective.
We rarely see failure in
this type of pacemaker.
What the... Sam,
tweezers and a petri dish.
What is it?
I don't know.
Was in his stomach.
Must have swallowed
it shortly before he died.
I'm sorry, you
can't go in there.
Dr. Quincy, you're to stop
this autopsy immediately.
Let go of Dr. Asten!
Who do you think you are charging
in here like a bull in rut giving orders?
I told them, Quincy.
Oh, boy is their commanding
officer going to get his ears singed
when I get back upstairs.
Do you know who I am? Do you know I
had VIP seats at the museum dedication?
When I'm through with you,
you'll all be privates again.
I'm sorry. I got a
little carried away.
I'll say you did.
And you happen to be
addressing a Captain, USNR.
I apologize, sir.
But there seems to have
been some kind of foul-up.
Then you can wait for me in
my office and tell me all about it.
The guard outside will
show you to my office.
Quincy, I'm really
sorry for the interruption.
All right. Let's go.
Out, out. Come on.
I'm sorry, I apologize again.
These guys have some chutzpah!
What was all that about?
I don't know, but I'm
sure going to find out.
What about that thing you found?
What thing? I
didn't find anything.
Give me that.
All right, Commander...
- Butler. Gene Butler.
- Sit down.
What did you do with
Asten, put him in the brig?
Uh, no, he was called away.
You were talking foul up?
Yes, well, it was just
one of those things.
All of the confusion surrounding
Admiral MacKenzie's death.
The fall, you know.
No, I don't know.
Dr. Quincy, Admiral MacKenzie
is, was, a great man, a great leader,
a national institution,
a national treasure...
I know. I served
under him in Korea.
Then you'll understand that
since he was still on active duty
at the time of his death,
it is traditional
and appropriate
that his autopsy be
performed at a Navy facility,
by Navy pathologists.
If you recall, that procedure was followed
when President Kennedy was assassinated.
His autopsy was performed
at Bethesda Naval Hospital.
Right.
And in accordance with that,
I've been instructed to transport
Admiral MacKenzie's
remains to the same hospital.
I see.
Now I've already apologized to Dr. Asten
and he's prepared to cooperate fully.
However, he needs my
signature to release the body.
- Right, so if you'll
just sign the release...
- No.
- No?
- Yes, no!
I want to complete
my own autopsy first,
then I'll gladly
release the body.
Would you like a cup of coffee?
No I wouldn't. Captain, he was an
Admiral in the United States Navy.
His body belongs to the Navy.
But his museum where he
died was off the Navy base,
it was on private property,
so his body belongs to the
County. And that, Buster, is me.
Doctor, if I may ask, why
are you being so obstinate?
It's part of my charm.
Just be thankful you
caught me on a good day.
I'll notify Admiral Brudnitz
when I've completed my autopsy.
Good day, Commander.
Doctor, there are going to be some
serious ramifications from this incident.
Very serious ramifications.
Oh, I don't think so. But I'll
tell them to take it easy on you.
Yes?
Are you Dr. Quincy?
Yes, please come in.
- I'm Kirstin MacKenzie.
- How do you do? Sit down.
Thank you.
Kirstin MacKenzie... Oh, you must
be the Admiral's youngest daughter.
How sweet. No, Mackie
didn't have any daughters.
Mackie? Then, uh,
how are you related?
- Related?
- Yeah?
Doctor, really,
I'm Mackie's wife!
Okay.
Computerized missile
guidance systems,
infrared hunter-killer
satellite technology,
hundreds of bits of vital
electronic information to be had
and what do they want?
Video game programs!
We've all got our
problems, Klavic.
Yes, but you more than most.
All I'm asking for
is a little more time.
Unfortunately, that
is in very short supply.
You were going to get the
Admiral's body. What happened?
They've got some stubborn coroner
down there who wouldn't release him.
Do you think he found something?
How am I supposed to know?
It's your business to
know. We pay you to know.
I told you I'd get you
the computer chip.
I just need more time.
You have until midnight.
If some petty bureaucrat like a
coroner is in your way, get rid of him.
Well, no doubt about it, Sam.
Cause of death was circulatory
collapse due to massive vasodilation.
We know the "how," but I'm
still wondering about the "why."
Like why it was so sudden.
Put a rush on the tox and
let's see if we can find out.
I'll get right on it.
I'll take the left, slim.
Quincy?
You wanted to see me?
You bet I do.
- Ever see one of these before?
- Yep.
Is that all you wanted
to see me about?
Doreen, please, what is it?
A computer chip.
The electrodes are bent under,
- but it's definitely
an E-PROM.
- What's that?
E-PROM, Erasable
Programmable Read Only Memory.
Just a continuous memory chip.
You mean it's got
a built-in memory.
Yeah, like an itsy
bitsy tiny brain.
You program computer
information into it
and the information stays
there until you retrieve it.
Can you tell me what
information is in here?
Not offhand.
I mean, once you
put it in the computer.
The electrodes
are pretty bent up.
And if the stored information
has an access code...
Give it a shot, will you?
I'm sure nothing will
give me greater pleasure.
Thank you, I knew you
were going to say that.
You're always dependable,
thank you, Doreen.
Yes, we're all through with it.
But Dr. Asten, I just talked to
Mrs. MacKenzie an hour ago.
You can tell her that...
Okay, I'm on my way
up. I'll tell her again. Bye.
You wanted to see me?
Dr. Quincy, please, come in.
You've met Mrs. MacKenzie.
- Hello, Doctor.
- Mrs. MacKenzie?
Yes. You seem so
surprised somehow.
It's just been a very long day.
Well, why don't
we just sit down.
Dr. Quincy, Mrs. MacKenzie has come
to me with some very distressing news.
I was hoping you can shed
some light on the situation for us.
- If I can.
- I think you can,
Dr. Quincy.
I spoke to the President
earlier this afternoon.
The President? Of
the United States?
The very same.
My husband and he have been
friends and colleagues for many years.
The point is, after expressing
his deepest sympathies,
he told me that the White House
is arranging a State memorial
at Arlington Cemetery.
Being buried in Arlington has always
been one of Burgess' greatest dreams.
And no one is more
deserving than the Admiral.
I quite agree.
Then, if I may ask
you, Dr. Quincy,
why are you refusing to release
Burgess' body to the Navy?
That a very good
question, isn't it, Dr. Quincy?
It is.
And I have a very good answer.
Mrs. MacKenzie, I sincerely
apologize for your distress.
But the officer who came
for your husband's body
didn't have any formal
documentation for it.
Legally, I couldn't
release the Admiral to him.
Who was the officer? I'd like to
report him to Admiral Brudnitz.
The officer was a
Commander Butler.
Good grief.
Dr. Quincy, Commander Butler
has been Burgess' Chief Aide
for the last seven years.
If he forgot the documentation
or was a little upset, I'm
sure you'd understand.
Of course.
Can I now assume the
situation will be rectified?
Absolutely.
We'll take care of it right
now, Mrs. MacKenzie.
Dr. Quincy?
Again, I apologize,
Mrs. MacKenzie.
I'll have the Admiral's
body prepared for transport.
Thank you.
And thank you, Dr. Asten.
An please tell the President we've
made extensive cuts here already...
Thank you.
- Quincy...
- Dr. Asten, something very
strange is going on here.
What's strange is
the President of the
United States intervening
in our department.
I don't know how you
manage to do it, but...
I'm telling you...
Would you listen to me?
Dr. Asten, listen, please...
Are you sure that
was Mrs. MacKenzie?
What do you mean, "Am I sure?"
We both saw her on the
podium at the dedication.
Yeah, but that doesn't
mean she's MacKenzie's wife.
Well, I certainly didn't
ask her for identification.
Well maybe we should.
Not more than an hour ago
another woman was sitting
in my office telling me
she was Mrs. MacKenzie.
What? Who?
I don't know. All I do know is
that one of the two was lying.
And then there's
the computer chip.
The computer chip?
What computer chip?
I hope all of this is
going to come together.
Because you know
what we have here?
First I'm manhandled
in my own department,
then you tell me we've
got too many wives,
and now a computer chip?
Quincy, what else do we have?
- Yes, what is it? Dr. Asten,
there's a Lieutenant Richland
here to see Dr. Quincy.
- Now you have a Naval...
- I don't know who he is...
No, Quincy doesn't want to see
Lieutenant Richland, does he?
- He wants to see you, not me.
- He says it urgent.
Oh, all right, have him come in.
Why don't we have the
whole Navy in? Why don't...
- Dr. Quincy?
- No.
He's Dr. Quincy, I'm
just an eraserhead.
Yes, sir. You are Dr. Quincy,
Captain, USNR?
I'm the only one left.
This is for you, sir.
I don't believe it.
What is it, Quincy?
I'm to report to Admiral
Brudnitz, Sixteenth Naval District,
at fifteen hundred
hours this afternoon.
What do you mean
you're "to report?"
I've just been reactivated.
I'm back in the Navy.
Cheer up, Quince,
it could be worse.
I'm the world oldest
recruit, what could be worse?
We could be at war.
That could be worse,
What am I going to do, Sam?
What if they send
me back to boot camp.
Sloshing through the mire,
calisthenics at dawn,
twenty-mile marches...
You've been complaining that you
haven't been getting enough exercise.
Oh, you're very funny.
Here we go, Quince.
Admiral MacKenzie had a
therapeutic level of Quinidine.
So he was on heart
medication. Sam, that
situation wasn't too
stressful, why did he die?
Sam, do me a favor,
look for stimulants.
Stimulants? Why would a man
in his condition take a stimulant?
Maybe he didn't know
what he was taking.
Would you get right on it?
- Aye, aye, Captain.
- Oh, I needed that right now.
Oh, Dr. Quincy... Mrs. MacKenzie
is upstairs in the waiting room.
- She'd like to see you.
- Thanks, Ed.
I'll be right back. Mrs.
MacKenzie wants to see me.
Which Mrs. MacKenzie?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Dr. Quincy?
One of you is Mrs. MacKenzie?
Yes. I am.
My daughter, Christiana.
Doctor. You are the doctor
who received my father?
Yes. I am.
Excuse me, I'm sorry
if this may seem rude,
but do you have
any identification?
Yes, of course.
- Is there something wrong?
- Uh, no, no. Just procedure.
It does say Marie MacKenzie
and it is your picture,
but, to be honest with you,
I'm still not sure you
are the Admiral's wife.
I understand your
confusion, Doctor.
Please don't apologize.
Do you mind if I sit down?
Oh, no, please do. I'm sorry.
I have just traveled
six thousand miles
and this is what was waiting
for me at the end of my journey,
I so much wanted to see
Mac alive. One more time.
Perhaps this is my
punishment for our sin.
Mother, please. It
wasn't your sin. It was his!
I'm afraid I'm still confused.
Father sent for
her three days ago.
It was the first time she had heard
from him in nearly twenty five years.
She... She thought he
was dead all this time
and, well, she was
living with another man.
And this is not a sin.
Mac sent me this
letter and money
for an airplane ticket.
He wanted me to share the honor
of the dedication of his building.
But, my plane was held up
by a typhoon in the Philippines.
And when I finally arrived...
They told me he was here.
That he was dead.
Doctor, could you tell
me, did he die peacefully?
Yes. He did.
He died almost
instantaneously without pain.
Mrs. MacKenzie, do you mind
if I keep this letter a little while.
Of course.
Thank you. Where can
I reach you to return it?
She's staying with me.
I've been living here
for several years.
I'll give you my address.
Doctor, is it possible for me
to have one last look at Mac?
It's been so long,
so many years.
I'm afraid they're
preparing to send his body...
Yes, of course, Mrs. MacKenzie.
I'll arrange it right now.
Thank you, Doctor,
and God bless you.
Thank you, Doctor.
How does it look,
Doreen? Get something?
Yeah, but it about as
useful as chicken lips.
- What do you mean?
- Take a look.
"Welcome! You gotta have
heart. Please enter access code."
What does it mean?
Beats the beans out of me.
All I know is that we can't suck
out the information on the chip
without the right access code,
I tried the most obvious.
"Miles and miles
and miles of heart."
See? It bounces up
the same response.
So what the right access code?
Who do I look like?
Mr. Wizard? It could be anything.
A series of numbers, a name, a
date, Mahatma Gandhi's phone number,
the Gettysburg
Address, anything.
What are you getting up for?
Looks like you got your
work cut out for you.
Are you serious?
Come on, Doreen...
That's why you get the
big bucks around here.
- Hello, this is...
- Hi there,
Mackie and I aren't in right now,
but if you'd like to leave a message,
just wait for the cute little
beep and we'll return your call
just as soon as we can.
This is Dr. Quincy at
the Coroner's Office.
I'd like Kirstin MacKenzie to
call me as soon as possible.
I have to see your
marriage license.
I've got to go change
and report for duty.
♪ You've gotta have heart, miles
and miles and miles of heart... ♪
Dr. Quincy, I
want to talk to you.
Make an appointment,
I'm in a hurry.
On the other hand, I may be
able to squeeze you in now.
Thank you.
Please, step into my office.
I'm sorry about that, but we
don't have time for games.
I'm with the Office
of Naval Intelligence.
I know you've been
reactivated, Captain,
so what I'm going to tell
you is top secret, understood?
My lips are sealed.
For several years, the has had very strong
reason to believe that Burgess MacKenzie
has been passing secret
information to the other side.
That impossible. I don't believe
that. Not Admiral MacKenzie!
Bigger fish have been
hooked before, Captain.
All the other side has to do is
sniff out a weakness in a man,
uncover a vulnerability,
detect some frailty,
and they've got
him snared, like that!
Admiral MacKenzie didn't
have a weakness like that!
Try women.
All right, one lousy weakness,
but I still don't believe it.
Listen, I can't get into the
nuts and bolts of this with you,
but we believe that
when MacKenzie died,
he had classified information
either in his clothing or on his person
that he was planning to pass on.
I wouldn't know.
Doctor, Captain, my life
is on the line with this one.
I really shouldn't
be telling you this,
but right now I've
got nothing to lose
and you're expendable.
I'm "expendable"?
Captain, I'm a double agent.
The other side thinks
I'm working for them.
All I can tell you is the information
MacKenzie was carrying was planted.
It was false.
- Understand?
- No, but don't let
that stop you.
When you examined
the Admiral's body,
did you find anything
that looked like a
little electronic gizmo?
- Let me ask you
a question, Commander.
- Shoot.
If Admiral MacKenzie was
passing on secrets, which I doubt,
what do they need you for?
Why not just let him pass
on the false information?
We do.
And my job is to
supply corroboration.
That way, they believe the
information MacKenzie gives them.
They get it from
both of us. You see?
Clear as a bell.
But you still didn't
answer my question.
Did you find it?
No. But I'll keep my eyes open.
Driver!
Captain, don't be a hero.
Don't get involved in
something way over your head.
I told you much more
than I should have,
so remember, you're expendable.
Yo!
Captain Quincy
reporting as ordered.
Ah, yes, yes, Quincy.
Come in, come in
Captain. Welcome aboard.
- Thank you, sir.
- Bull.
- Excuse me?
- Bull.
Wild Bill "Bull" Brudnitz.
That's what I answer to.
- Bull.
- Yeah.
You're probably wondering
what you're doing here.
- It did cross my mind.
- Hmm.
Well, Captain, let me spell it
out straight from the shoulder,
we've got ourselves
a little problem
with Admiral MacKenzie.
He wasn't supposed to die yet.
You knew he was going to die?
Hell, sailor, we all die.
You should know that
better than anyone.
Here you go, Lester.
- Admiral Brudnitz...
- Bull.
Bull, I have a very strong
suspicion that Admiral MacKenzie
did not die of natural causes.
I think he was murdered.
Murdered? How?
I was standing right there
next to him when he collapsed.
I'm not sure how, and I
haven't the vaguest idea why,
but I'm sure going to find out.
Good.
That's precisely why you're
back in uniform, Captain.
Because whatever you
know, whatever you find,
is going to be
a military secret.
Even murder?
With all due respect
sir, I may be reactivated,
but I can resign my
commission in five minutes.
All right, Doctor,
you show me yours
and I'll show you mine.
After you, Admiral.
Hardball, huh?
Okay, here's the
long and short of it,
the Office of Naval
Intelligence believes
there is a very serious security
leak in MacKenzie's office.
Very, very sensitive material has
been showing up in Kremlinville
and it all points to
MacKenzie going over.
- Bull.
- Yeah?
No, not you, Bull.
No, I mean, you don't
believe that, do you?
Hell, no!
Quincy! Oh, come here.
Let me tell you a little story.
During the war,
Big Mac's ship went
down in Leyte Gulf and
he was stranded on a
little island for five years.
One of them little
isolated islands.
When he came back, the man
was a little... Eccentric, maybe.
I mean, he collected more
wives than an Arabian sheik,
but what the hell,
nobody's perfect.
But turning coat and
passing secrets to
the Russkies? Never.
But now that he's dead,
there's no way to prove it.
Maybe there is.
When I autopsied
Admiral MacKenzie,
I found a tiny computer
chip in his stomach.
A computer chip?
Yes sir, an E-PROM
a programmable chip.
A chip you can
program information into.
I think Admiral
MacKenzie was somehow
threatened or compromised
at the dedication
and rather than give up
the chip, he swallowed it.
And I also think that's
why he was killed.
So the old sea dog
went down with the chip.
Who knows you found the chip?
My boss, my assistant
and a lab technician.
Can they be trusted?
With my life.
All right, what are we gonna do?
If there is a security
leak in MacKenzie's office
this is just what we
need to smoke 'em out.
How do you feel
about being a decoy?
I'm not crazy about it.
- It's an order.
- I'd love it.
Listen, I want you to
bring me the chip tonight.
We'll meet someplace safe,
someplace very isolated.
I'll set it all up and
let you know where.
And Captain Quincy...
Thank you.
I want you to know,
you are doing a greater
service to your country
than you realize.
Bull.
You were right. He has the chip.
You know what to do.
Consider it done, Admiral.
I'm on my way.
Wow! You new in town sailor?
Holy cow! Barricade the
women and children, the fleet's in.
My invitation to the costume
party must've got lost in the mail.
- Give me break,
will you fellas?
- What's with the disguise?
I just got reactivated
in the Navy.
You? In our Navy?
Yeah, in our Navy!
Ever since Admiral
MacKenzie died, you'd be
surprised at the things
that are happening.
How about a Navy
grog, on the house?
How about a Navy
punch, on the house?
Quincy, what's this all about?
- Wife trouble.
- Quincy, you're not even
married, remember?
Not my wife, Admiral
MacKenzie's wives.
Wives? Like in more than one?
There were three
at the last count.
Two I know are lying.
Like Kirstin MacKenzie,
she's young enough to be his
granddaughter! Then Marie and Dorothy.
Marie's his real wife?
- No, Marie's the Polynesian.
- Who's Dorothy?
The one up on the podium.
I think she's the real
wife. But this Christiana...
Wait a minute, you said he had
three wives. Who's Christiana?
- His daughter.
- With Kirstin, the Polynesian?
No, she's the centerfold,
Marie's the Polynesian.
Christiana is
Dorothy's daughter?
How many times
do I have to tell you?
Dorothy was up on the
podium, she is Marie's daughter.
Dr. Quincy, you have a
telephone call. It's Admiral Brudnitz.
Don't tell me, Admiral
Brudnitz is another wife.
You know the new Navy.
Yes, Admiral?
Yeah, I know where it is.
That's kind of isolated
at night, isn't it?
Ten o'clock tonight.
Yeah, okay, I'll bring it.
No, I'm going back
to the Coroner's office.
There's still some test
results I need to check.
Steady as she
goes to you too, sir.
Beg your pardon?
Oh.
Steady as she
goes to you too, Bull.
Quincy,
I've got to talk to you
about Mrs. MacKenzie.
Which Mrs. MacKenzie?
Dorothy MacKenzie.
I did some checking
on her in Washington
and guess what?
What do you mean "guess
what"? Am I a mind reader?
They were never married.
What?
They were never married.
Admiral MacKenzie and Dorothy...
They were living together for thirty
years and they were never married?
Shh. It's just a rumor.
Gossip, that's all,
but I called a
friend in Arlington
and they were making the arrangements
for MacKenzie's burial at Arlington,
and they can't find a record
of his marriage to Dorothy.
How about that?
What do you think?
I think there are going to be a lot of
surprised people when they read the will.
That's what I think.
I don't believe it.
- You know about
the Admiral, too?
- What?
Nothing, Sam, what is it?
I checked for volatiles in the head
gas from the Admiral's blood sample.
I injected it in the
gas chromatograph.
Look at this.
You were right, Quince.
Amyl nitrate.
A powerful cardiac drug.
He must have inhaled a
massive dose of the amyl nitrate,
all of his arteries dilated and his
heart had no way of supplying the blood
because the pacemaker
couldn't increase the heart rate.
But no one saw him
take the amyl nitrate.
No, everyone saw him take
it, they just didn't realize it.
What do you mean?
What the usual way to
administer amyl nitrate?
It usually comes in
a little glass ampoule.
You hold the ampoule
under a person's nose,
break the glass and
they inhale the gas.
And that's exactly what Admiral
MacKenzie did with the champagne bottle.
He broke the bottle and
inhaled the amyl nitrate
that must have
been injected into it.
- So he was murdered.
- Oh, yeah.
But who injected
it in the bottle?
I'm not sure yet, but I
have a strong hunch.
Sam, I want you to get out
of here. Leave. Right now.
- What?
- I don't have time to explain.
Just go. Where's Doreen?
She must be a
camel or something.
She hasn't left her computer
terminal in ten hours.
Who else besides the four of us
know about the computer chip?
- No one, I guess.
- Good. Keep it that way.
Listen, I'm going
to take the chip.
If I don't show up
tomorrow morning,
tell Monahan, "Bull Brudnitz."
Bull Brudnitz?
Now go home, right
now. And stay there.
"Bull Brudnitz."
Dr. Quincy, wait a second.
Whew, almost missed you.
Say, I didn't know
you were in the Navy.
The world is full of surprises.
Just imagine my
surprise finding you here.
Well, I just got your
message on my little machine.
Had to hunt all over
for my marriage license.
I'll bet you did.
Doctor, I have the strangest
feeling that you don't trust me.
You have a remarkable
eye for the obvious.
Rats! I can't seem
to find it in here.
I must have left it in the car.
Call me when you find it.
Look out!
You all right?
I think so.
On your feet. Let's go.
I... I think I twisted my ankle.
You better go without me.
This is not going to look very good
on your service record, Commander.
I'll worry about it. Get in.
You too, toots.
All right. You okay?
I guess.
I notice you changed offices.
Yeah.
I warned you, Captain, don't get
involved in something over your head.
You didn't take my advice.
I'll take your advice.
This is my stop coming up.
Let her go, Butler. She
doesn't know a thing.
Good. Let's try
to keep it that way.
Very rude. You didn't
introduce us to your chauffeur.
I don't think you
want to meet him.
Could he stop at the nearest gas
station? I really need a ladies' room.
Shut up.
Why don't you let her go?
You don't understand,
I'm the one with the gun.
I'm the one with the chip.
And I'm the one who
has to go to the bathroom.
Open up. We're back.
Look who's here.
Hello again, Doctor.
All right, Captain,
give me man the chip.
After you let the girl go.
- Kill them.
- Easy!
Don't be so rash.
Let's check this out.
Take care of them.
All right. Move it.
How's your ankle?
I think it'll be okay.
When did you join them?
I didn't join them.
They joined me.
All right, that's far enough.
Turn around, Doctor, and put
your hands behind your back.
You too.
Listen, honey, I don't
know what's going on here,
but just between us girls, I
really need a ladies' room.
I mean, now.
Stay put.
When you see me come out of the bathroom,
get flat on the floor, understand?
Flat on the floor?
Just do as I say.
I'm with the CIA.
Okay, you can go over here.
I can understand you, Butler,
greed is easy to understand.
But why her? What's her angle?
You mean Christiana? The
Admiral's darling daughter?
That should be easy enough
for even you to understand.
I don't get it.
Yeah, well, my
motivation may be money,
but hers is hate, and
that's a hell of a lot stronger.
Old Leadbottom makes a quick stop
in the Pacific twenty-five years ago
and leaves his Polynesian
princess a little bit pregnant.
Christiana is born and the old man
doesn't even acknowledge her existence.
When did you start
working against us?
About seven years ago, when
I became the Admiral's aide.
And got access to all
this lucrative information.
Whose idea was it to kill him?
For a man who about to
end up on his own table,
you ask an awful
lot of questions.
Why don't you indulge me?
Why don't you ask my
wife when she gets back?
You and Christiana are married?
Yeah, seems like the
natural progression of things,
don't you think? A
Mom and Pop operation?
What's taking them
so long in there?
Chris?
Chris?
Now!
Everybody freeze.
This is the Bull speaking.
Take 'em to the brig.
Him too.
The girl's in the bathroom,
I tied her with my
belt and I want it back.
Good work, sailor.
There just may be a bonus in
your pay envelope next month.
Thank you, but I'd just
as soon have a discharge.
- And thank you.
- No, thank you.
- You hooked a big one for us.
- Klavic?
He just a conduit. It
was Butler we were after.
Just couldn't pin him down.
I'll get the chip out
of the computer.
Tell me...
Did you really
marry the Admiral?
Did I marry him?
Yes. Was it legal? No.
It was in Las Vegas. The
Chapel of the Lucky Dice.
My assignment was to get
close to him and protect him.
And when he died,
to get close to you.
So if you weren't married
to Admiral MacKenzie,
and Dorothy and the Admiral
were never legally married,
then Marie MacKenzie
is really the Admiral's wife.
And that's why
Christiana killed him.
Now it all makes sense.
- Why?
- Why?
Butler must have just found
out about their non-marriage.
He told Christiana, who
figured that if the Admiral died,
his entire estate would go
to her mother. Not Dorothy.
So she wrote to her mother on
MacKenzie's stationery to come over.
But how did she kill him?
I was right there on
the podium with him.
Amyl nitrate injected
into the champagne bottle.
Obviously Butler also told her
about the Admiral's heart condition.
Pretty clever.
- Bull.
- Yeah?
What are you going
to do with that chip?
I'm going to get it to our
NATO buddies in Brussels,
Butler never knew it, but
MacKenzie was working for us.
The CIA?
You got that right, sailor.
Quincy, are you all right?
I've had better days.
Our own SWAT team
and I'm the last to know.
Sorry.
Slipped my mind.
Terrific. He could
have been killed.
Occupational hazard.
Okay, so everybody's fine.
Quincy, what happened?
It a long story, Lieutenant.
What it all comes down to is that
Admiral MacKenzie was murdered.
Murdered? By who?
You've known it for
years, Lieutenant.
The Butlers did it.
- One of you is Mrs. MacKenzie?
- I am.
It's going to be
a military secret.
- You've met Mrs. MacKenzie.
- Hello, Doctor.
We believe that when MacKenzie
died, he had classified information.
I'm Mackie's wife!
Something very
strange is going on here.
How do you feel
about being a decoy?
I'm not crazy about it.
- It's an order.
- I'd love it.
Look out!
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the most fascinating
sphere of police work,
the world of forensic medicine.
Run the whole program.
What's the bottom line?
The bottom line is you didn't
deliver the goods we bought from you.
This computer chip is worthless.
The codes on it
are pure gibberish.
You were taken.
But... But that's impossible. I got
the chip from the Admiral's own safe,
Old Leadbottom must be
carrying the real one with him.
It's the only way he could
have pulled that switch.
That not my concern.
My concern is that my government
paid you a half million dollars
for the tactical nuclear
weapon deployment positions
of the Western
European NATO countries.
The chip you sold us is
undecipherable garbage.
I'll make good on it, Klavic,
I always have...
I'll get it for you.
- What's the cutoff?
- Tomorrow.
Tomorrow? We're dedicating
his damned museum tomorrow.
My point exactly, friend.
Your precious Admiral
is getting on an airplane
after the ceremony and delivering
the chip personally in Brussels.
If the chip gets there,
everything we bought
from you so far is worthless.
How am I supposed
to get it tomorrow?
You're an intelligent
man, Commander.
You'll think of something.
Yeah.
I don't see him anywhere.
He did say the
gallery, didn't he?
The invitation says
nine o'clock sharp.
I'm sure he's here somewhere.
Boy, isn't this wonderful.
I still don't know how Quincy
managed to get all of us VIP seats.
It was Admiral
MacKenzie's doing.
Ever since Korea when
Quincy did something for him,
Admiral's kept in contact with him. Even
sends Quincy a card every Veteran's Day.
What did Quincy do for
him to be so indebted?
I'm not really sure.
All I know is that...
Wow!
- Look at you...
- Captain Quincy?
That right, bo'sun.
I stay in the reserves a few more
years, I might even make Commodore.
The dedication is starting. C'mon
I don't want to miss a second of it.
All right, this is terrific!
Hey, what did you do for Admiral MacKenzie
to get us this first class treatment?
Nothing really. We were on
jungle island survival maneuvers.
He had chronic indigestion.
I didn't know
what to do for him.
So I went to the local witch doctor,
I got a concoction, it cured him.
He thinks I'm a miracle worker.
You're kidding? You know I have a
little... What was in the concoction?
I don't know. One of the ingredients
was chopped up boa constrictor.
I think I'll keep
the indigestion.
Watch your stern, Admiral, the
heat's on. We know all about it.
Steady as she goes.
Testing, testing...
Not so loud, would you please?
Ladies and gentlemen, thank
you. Thank you very much.
It's lovely here.
It's a lovely day.
Senator Cragmeyer,
Congressman Hickle,
General Slocum, Admiral Nurtz,
honored and distinguished guests,
ladies and gentlemen.
Oh, and especially Admiral
Burgess S. MacKenzie.
Ladies and gentlemen, today marks a truly
momentous and propitious high water mark,
not only for the United States
Navy and the Sixteenth Naval District,
but for the entire free world.
For it is today that we
dedicate, ladies and gentlemen,
the Burgess S. MacKenzie
Historical Naval Museum.
It is a truly
glorious structure,
built like the man himself.
Solid, noble, brave...
You don't suppose
everyone on the platform
is going to made
a speech, do you?
Will you cut it out?
You are witnessing history,
why don't you sit back and enjoy?
It's hot.
And so my friends,
without any further pomp
and with the deepest
humility and pride,
let us call upon the
"Iron Man" himself,
Rear Admiral "Big
Mac" MacKenzie!
Assisting Admiral MacKenzie in the
dedication of his namesake museum,
the Admiral's youngest
grandchild, Amy MacKenzie.
Here you are, Grandpa...
Should I hold your
cane, Grandpa?
Hey, Mac, say a few words
to the people, would you?
There you go, the microphone.
Here he is, ladies and gentlemen,
Burgess S. "Big Mac" MacKenzie.
- Another long speech?
- No way.
- Admiral MacKenzie's a man
of very few words.
- Hear, hear.
Please, we're doctors.
No breathing.
No pulse. Do CPR.
One-one-thousand,
two-one-thousand, three-one-thousand,
four-one-thousand,
five-one-thousand. One-one-thousand...
Quincy, I wish you'd take my
offer and let me do this autopsy.
- Why don't you consider it?
- No, thank you, Dr. Asten.
I've got everything ready
for you, Quince. Thank you.
I don't know, Sam. This
man led a long, full, active life.
Yet somehow, with all
those years behind him,
his death still seems so tragic.
What is this?
The blood was pumped
out to all the extremities.
There wasn't enough blood left in
the central body for his heart to pump.
Massive peripheral
vasodilatation.
What do you think caused his
blood to pool in his arms and legs?
Well, it could have been
drugs, cardiovascular disease.
This is what it was.
That scar on the right clavicle.
They implanted a pacemaker.
No one ever mentioned that
Admiral MacKenzie had a pacemaker.
And this old scar is
maybe ten years old.
So the excitement of the dedication
was probably too much for him,
when he swung that
heavy champagne bottle,
he exerted himself too much
the pacemaker couldn't make
his heart pump fast enough
to keep up with his body
demand for oxygenated blood.
Yeah, you're probably right.
We've been fooled
before. Let's take a look.
Right.
The pacemaker all
cleaned and tagged.
The leads look okay from the outside, but
I won't know for sure until I test them.
I doubt if it's defective.
We rarely see failure in
this type of pacemaker.
What the... Sam,
tweezers and a petri dish.
What is it?
I don't know.
Was in his stomach.
Must have swallowed
it shortly before he died.
I'm sorry, you
can't go in there.
Dr. Quincy, you're to stop
this autopsy immediately.
Let go of Dr. Asten!
Who do you think you are charging
in here like a bull in rut giving orders?
I told them, Quincy.
Oh, boy is their commanding
officer going to get his ears singed
when I get back upstairs.
Do you know who I am? Do you know I
had VIP seats at the museum dedication?
When I'm through with you,
you'll all be privates again.
I'm sorry. I got a
little carried away.
I'll say you did.
And you happen to be
addressing a Captain, USNR.
I apologize, sir.
But there seems to have
been some kind of foul-up.
Then you can wait for me in
my office and tell me all about it.
The guard outside will
show you to my office.
Quincy, I'm really
sorry for the interruption.
All right. Let's go.
Out, out. Come on.
I'm sorry, I apologize again.
These guys have some chutzpah!
What was all that about?
I don't know, but I'm
sure going to find out.
What about that thing you found?
What thing? I
didn't find anything.
Give me that.
All right, Commander...
- Butler. Gene Butler.
- Sit down.
What did you do with
Asten, put him in the brig?
Uh, no, he was called away.
You were talking foul up?
Yes, well, it was just
one of those things.
All of the confusion surrounding
Admiral MacKenzie's death.
The fall, you know.
No, I don't know.
Dr. Quincy, Admiral MacKenzie
is, was, a great man, a great leader,
a national institution,
a national treasure...
I know. I served
under him in Korea.
Then you'll understand that
since he was still on active duty
at the time of his death,
it is traditional
and appropriate
that his autopsy be
performed at a Navy facility,
by Navy pathologists.
If you recall, that procedure was followed
when President Kennedy was assassinated.
His autopsy was performed
at Bethesda Naval Hospital.
Right.
And in accordance with that,
I've been instructed to transport
Admiral MacKenzie's
remains to the same hospital.
I see.
Now I've already apologized to Dr. Asten
and he's prepared to cooperate fully.
However, he needs my
signature to release the body.
- Right, so if you'll
just sign the release...
- No.
- No?
- Yes, no!
I want to complete
my own autopsy first,
then I'll gladly
release the body.
Would you like a cup of coffee?
No I wouldn't. Captain, he was an
Admiral in the United States Navy.
His body belongs to the Navy.
But his museum where he
died was off the Navy base,
it was on private property,
so his body belongs to the
County. And that, Buster, is me.
Doctor, if I may ask, why
are you being so obstinate?
It's part of my charm.
Just be thankful you
caught me on a good day.
I'll notify Admiral Brudnitz
when I've completed my autopsy.
Good day, Commander.
Doctor, there are going to be some
serious ramifications from this incident.
Very serious ramifications.
Oh, I don't think so. But I'll
tell them to take it easy on you.
Yes?
Are you Dr. Quincy?
Yes, please come in.
- I'm Kirstin MacKenzie.
- How do you do? Sit down.
Thank you.
Kirstin MacKenzie... Oh, you must
be the Admiral's youngest daughter.
How sweet. No, Mackie
didn't have any daughters.
Mackie? Then, uh,
how are you related?
- Related?
- Yeah?
Doctor, really,
I'm Mackie's wife!
Okay.
Computerized missile
guidance systems,
infrared hunter-killer
satellite technology,
hundreds of bits of vital
electronic information to be had
and what do they want?
Video game programs!
We've all got our
problems, Klavic.
Yes, but you more than most.
All I'm asking for
is a little more time.
Unfortunately, that
is in very short supply.
You were going to get the
Admiral's body. What happened?
They've got some stubborn coroner
down there who wouldn't release him.
Do you think he found something?
How am I supposed to know?
It's your business to
know. We pay you to know.
I told you I'd get you
the computer chip.
I just need more time.
You have until midnight.
If some petty bureaucrat like a
coroner is in your way, get rid of him.
Well, no doubt about it, Sam.
Cause of death was circulatory
collapse due to massive vasodilation.
We know the "how," but I'm
still wondering about the "why."
Like why it was so sudden.
Put a rush on the tox and
let's see if we can find out.
I'll get right on it.
I'll take the left, slim.
Quincy?
You wanted to see me?
You bet I do.
- Ever see one of these before?
- Yep.
Is that all you wanted
to see me about?
Doreen, please, what is it?
A computer chip.
The electrodes are bent under,
- but it's definitely
an E-PROM.
- What's that?
E-PROM, Erasable
Programmable Read Only Memory.
Just a continuous memory chip.
You mean it's got
a built-in memory.
Yeah, like an itsy
bitsy tiny brain.
You program computer
information into it
and the information stays
there until you retrieve it.
Can you tell me what
information is in here?
Not offhand.
I mean, once you
put it in the computer.
The electrodes
are pretty bent up.
And if the stored information
has an access code...
Give it a shot, will you?
I'm sure nothing will
give me greater pleasure.
Thank you, I knew you
were going to say that.
You're always dependable,
thank you, Doreen.
Yes, we're all through with it.
But Dr. Asten, I just talked to
Mrs. MacKenzie an hour ago.
You can tell her that...
Okay, I'm on my way
up. I'll tell her again. Bye.
You wanted to see me?
Dr. Quincy, please, come in.
You've met Mrs. MacKenzie.
- Hello, Doctor.
- Mrs. MacKenzie?
Yes. You seem so
surprised somehow.
It's just been a very long day.
Well, why don't
we just sit down.
Dr. Quincy, Mrs. MacKenzie has come
to me with some very distressing news.
I was hoping you can shed
some light on the situation for us.
- If I can.
- I think you can,
Dr. Quincy.
I spoke to the President
earlier this afternoon.
The President? Of
the United States?
The very same.
My husband and he have been
friends and colleagues for many years.
The point is, after expressing
his deepest sympathies,
he told me that the White House
is arranging a State memorial
at Arlington Cemetery.
Being buried in Arlington has always
been one of Burgess' greatest dreams.
And no one is more
deserving than the Admiral.
I quite agree.
Then, if I may ask
you, Dr. Quincy,
why are you refusing to release
Burgess' body to the Navy?
That a very good
question, isn't it, Dr. Quincy?
It is.
And I have a very good answer.
Mrs. MacKenzie, I sincerely
apologize for your distress.
But the officer who came
for your husband's body
didn't have any formal
documentation for it.
Legally, I couldn't
release the Admiral to him.
Who was the officer? I'd like to
report him to Admiral Brudnitz.
The officer was a
Commander Butler.
Good grief.
Dr. Quincy, Commander Butler
has been Burgess' Chief Aide
for the last seven years.
If he forgot the documentation
or was a little upset, I'm
sure you'd understand.
Of course.
Can I now assume the
situation will be rectified?
Absolutely.
We'll take care of it right
now, Mrs. MacKenzie.
Dr. Quincy?
Again, I apologize,
Mrs. MacKenzie.
I'll have the Admiral's
body prepared for transport.
Thank you.
And thank you, Dr. Asten.
An please tell the President we've
made extensive cuts here already...
Thank you.
- Quincy...
- Dr. Asten, something very
strange is going on here.
What's strange is
the President of the
United States intervening
in our department.
I don't know how you
manage to do it, but...
I'm telling you...
Would you listen to me?
Dr. Asten, listen, please...
Are you sure that
was Mrs. MacKenzie?
What do you mean, "Am I sure?"
We both saw her on the
podium at the dedication.
Yeah, but that doesn't
mean she's MacKenzie's wife.
Well, I certainly didn't
ask her for identification.
Well maybe we should.
Not more than an hour ago
another woman was sitting
in my office telling me
she was Mrs. MacKenzie.
What? Who?
I don't know. All I do know is
that one of the two was lying.
And then there's
the computer chip.
The computer chip?
What computer chip?
I hope all of this is
going to come together.
Because you know
what we have here?
First I'm manhandled
in my own department,
then you tell me we've
got too many wives,
and now a computer chip?
Quincy, what else do we have?
- Yes, what is it? Dr. Asten,
there's a Lieutenant Richland
here to see Dr. Quincy.
- Now you have a Naval...
- I don't know who he is...
No, Quincy doesn't want to see
Lieutenant Richland, does he?
- He wants to see you, not me.
- He says it urgent.
Oh, all right, have him come in.
Why don't we have the
whole Navy in? Why don't...
- Dr. Quincy?
- No.
He's Dr. Quincy, I'm
just an eraserhead.
Yes, sir. You are Dr. Quincy,
Captain, USNR?
I'm the only one left.
This is for you, sir.
I don't believe it.
What is it, Quincy?
I'm to report to Admiral
Brudnitz, Sixteenth Naval District,
at fifteen hundred
hours this afternoon.
What do you mean
you're "to report?"
I've just been reactivated.
I'm back in the Navy.
Cheer up, Quince,
it could be worse.
I'm the world oldest
recruit, what could be worse?
We could be at war.
That could be worse,
What am I going to do, Sam?
What if they send
me back to boot camp.
Sloshing through the mire,
calisthenics at dawn,
twenty-mile marches...
You've been complaining that you
haven't been getting enough exercise.
Oh, you're very funny.
Here we go, Quince.
Admiral MacKenzie had a
therapeutic level of Quinidine.
So he was on heart
medication. Sam, that
situation wasn't too
stressful, why did he die?
Sam, do me a favor,
look for stimulants.
Stimulants? Why would a man
in his condition take a stimulant?
Maybe he didn't know
what he was taking.
Would you get right on it?
- Aye, aye, Captain.
- Oh, I needed that right now.
Oh, Dr. Quincy... Mrs. MacKenzie
is upstairs in the waiting room.
- She'd like to see you.
- Thanks, Ed.
I'll be right back. Mrs.
MacKenzie wants to see me.
Which Mrs. MacKenzie?
Your guess is as good as mine.
Dr. Quincy?
One of you is Mrs. MacKenzie?
Yes. I am.
My daughter, Christiana.
Doctor. You are the doctor
who received my father?
Yes. I am.
Excuse me, I'm sorry
if this may seem rude,
but do you have
any identification?
Yes, of course.
- Is there something wrong?
- Uh, no, no. Just procedure.
It does say Marie MacKenzie
and it is your picture,
but, to be honest with you,
I'm still not sure you
are the Admiral's wife.
I understand your
confusion, Doctor.
Please don't apologize.
Do you mind if I sit down?
Oh, no, please do. I'm sorry.
I have just traveled
six thousand miles
and this is what was waiting
for me at the end of my journey,
I so much wanted to see
Mac alive. One more time.
Perhaps this is my
punishment for our sin.
Mother, please. It
wasn't your sin. It was his!
I'm afraid I'm still confused.
Father sent for
her three days ago.
It was the first time she had heard
from him in nearly twenty five years.
She... She thought he
was dead all this time
and, well, she was
living with another man.
And this is not a sin.
Mac sent me this
letter and money
for an airplane ticket.
He wanted me to share the honor
of the dedication of his building.
But, my plane was held up
by a typhoon in the Philippines.
And when I finally arrived...
They told me he was here.
That he was dead.
Doctor, could you tell
me, did he die peacefully?
Yes. He did.
He died almost
instantaneously without pain.
Mrs. MacKenzie, do you mind
if I keep this letter a little while.
Of course.
Thank you. Where can
I reach you to return it?
She's staying with me.
I've been living here
for several years.
I'll give you my address.
Doctor, is it possible for me
to have one last look at Mac?
It's been so long,
so many years.
I'm afraid they're
preparing to send his body...
Yes, of course, Mrs. MacKenzie.
I'll arrange it right now.
Thank you, Doctor,
and God bless you.
Thank you, Doctor.
How does it look,
Doreen? Get something?
Yeah, but it about as
useful as chicken lips.
- What do you mean?
- Take a look.
"Welcome! You gotta have
heart. Please enter access code."
What does it mean?
Beats the beans out of me.
All I know is that we can't suck
out the information on the chip
without the right access code,
I tried the most obvious.
"Miles and miles
and miles of heart."
See? It bounces up
the same response.
So what the right access code?
Who do I look like?
Mr. Wizard? It could be anything.
A series of numbers, a name, a
date, Mahatma Gandhi's phone number,
the Gettysburg
Address, anything.
What are you getting up for?
Looks like you got your
work cut out for you.
Are you serious?
Come on, Doreen...
That's why you get the
big bucks around here.
- Hello, this is...
- Hi there,
Mackie and I aren't in right now,
but if you'd like to leave a message,
just wait for the cute little
beep and we'll return your call
just as soon as we can.
This is Dr. Quincy at
the Coroner's Office.
I'd like Kirstin MacKenzie to
call me as soon as possible.
I have to see your
marriage license.
I've got to go change
and report for duty.
♪ You've gotta have heart, miles
and miles and miles of heart... ♪
Dr. Quincy, I
want to talk to you.
Make an appointment,
I'm in a hurry.
On the other hand, I may be
able to squeeze you in now.
Thank you.
Please, step into my office.
I'm sorry about that, but we
don't have time for games.
I'm with the Office
of Naval Intelligence.
I know you've been
reactivated, Captain,
so what I'm going to tell
you is top secret, understood?
My lips are sealed.
For several years, the has had very strong
reason to believe that Burgess MacKenzie
has been passing secret
information to the other side.
That impossible. I don't believe
that. Not Admiral MacKenzie!
Bigger fish have been
hooked before, Captain.
All the other side has to do is
sniff out a weakness in a man,
uncover a vulnerability,
detect some frailty,
and they've got
him snared, like that!
Admiral MacKenzie didn't
have a weakness like that!
Try women.
All right, one lousy weakness,
but I still don't believe it.
Listen, I can't get into the
nuts and bolts of this with you,
but we believe that
when MacKenzie died,
he had classified information
either in his clothing or on his person
that he was planning to pass on.
I wouldn't know.
Doctor, Captain, my life
is on the line with this one.
I really shouldn't
be telling you this,
but right now I've
got nothing to lose
and you're expendable.
I'm "expendable"?
Captain, I'm a double agent.
The other side thinks
I'm working for them.
All I can tell you is the information
MacKenzie was carrying was planted.
It was false.
- Understand?
- No, but don't let
that stop you.
When you examined
the Admiral's body,
did you find anything
that looked like a
little electronic gizmo?
- Let me ask you
a question, Commander.
- Shoot.
If Admiral MacKenzie was
passing on secrets, which I doubt,
what do they need you for?
Why not just let him pass
on the false information?
We do.
And my job is to
supply corroboration.
That way, they believe the
information MacKenzie gives them.
They get it from
both of us. You see?
Clear as a bell.
But you still didn't
answer my question.
Did you find it?
No. But I'll keep my eyes open.
Driver!
Captain, don't be a hero.
Don't get involved in
something way over your head.
I told you much more
than I should have,
so remember, you're expendable.
Yo!
Captain Quincy
reporting as ordered.
Ah, yes, yes, Quincy.
Come in, come in
Captain. Welcome aboard.
- Thank you, sir.
- Bull.
- Excuse me?
- Bull.
Wild Bill "Bull" Brudnitz.
That's what I answer to.
- Bull.
- Yeah.
You're probably wondering
what you're doing here.
- It did cross my mind.
- Hmm.
Well, Captain, let me spell it
out straight from the shoulder,
we've got ourselves
a little problem
with Admiral MacKenzie.
He wasn't supposed to die yet.
You knew he was going to die?
Hell, sailor, we all die.
You should know that
better than anyone.
Here you go, Lester.
- Admiral Brudnitz...
- Bull.
Bull, I have a very strong
suspicion that Admiral MacKenzie
did not die of natural causes.
I think he was murdered.
Murdered? How?
I was standing right there
next to him when he collapsed.
I'm not sure how, and I
haven't the vaguest idea why,
but I'm sure going to find out.
Good.
That's precisely why you're
back in uniform, Captain.
Because whatever you
know, whatever you find,
is going to be
a military secret.
Even murder?
With all due respect
sir, I may be reactivated,
but I can resign my
commission in five minutes.
All right, Doctor,
you show me yours
and I'll show you mine.
After you, Admiral.
Hardball, huh?
Okay, here's the
long and short of it,
the Office of Naval
Intelligence believes
there is a very serious security
leak in MacKenzie's office.
Very, very sensitive material has
been showing up in Kremlinville
and it all points to
MacKenzie going over.
- Bull.
- Yeah?
No, not you, Bull.
No, I mean, you don't
believe that, do you?
Hell, no!
Quincy! Oh, come here.
Let me tell you a little story.
During the war,
Big Mac's ship went
down in Leyte Gulf and
he was stranded on a
little island for five years.
One of them little
isolated islands.
When he came back, the man
was a little... Eccentric, maybe.
I mean, he collected more
wives than an Arabian sheik,
but what the hell,
nobody's perfect.
But turning coat and
passing secrets to
the Russkies? Never.
But now that he's dead,
there's no way to prove it.
Maybe there is.
When I autopsied
Admiral MacKenzie,
I found a tiny computer
chip in his stomach.
A computer chip?
Yes sir, an E-PROM
a programmable chip.
A chip you can
program information into.
I think Admiral
MacKenzie was somehow
threatened or compromised
at the dedication
and rather than give up
the chip, he swallowed it.
And I also think that's
why he was killed.
So the old sea dog
went down with the chip.
Who knows you found the chip?
My boss, my assistant
and a lab technician.
Can they be trusted?
With my life.
All right, what are we gonna do?
If there is a security
leak in MacKenzie's office
this is just what we
need to smoke 'em out.
How do you feel
about being a decoy?
I'm not crazy about it.
- It's an order.
- I'd love it.
Listen, I want you to
bring me the chip tonight.
We'll meet someplace safe,
someplace very isolated.
I'll set it all up and
let you know where.
And Captain Quincy...
Thank you.
I want you to know,
you are doing a greater
service to your country
than you realize.
Bull.
You were right. He has the chip.
You know what to do.
Consider it done, Admiral.
I'm on my way.
Wow! You new in town sailor?
Holy cow! Barricade the
women and children, the fleet's in.
My invitation to the costume
party must've got lost in the mail.
- Give me break,
will you fellas?
- What's with the disguise?
I just got reactivated
in the Navy.
You? In our Navy?
Yeah, in our Navy!
Ever since Admiral
MacKenzie died, you'd be
surprised at the things
that are happening.
How about a Navy
grog, on the house?
How about a Navy
punch, on the house?
Quincy, what's this all about?
- Wife trouble.
- Quincy, you're not even
married, remember?
Not my wife, Admiral
MacKenzie's wives.
Wives? Like in more than one?
There were three
at the last count.
Two I know are lying.
Like Kirstin MacKenzie,
she's young enough to be his
granddaughter! Then Marie and Dorothy.
Marie's his real wife?
- No, Marie's the Polynesian.
- Who's Dorothy?
The one up on the podium.
I think she's the real
wife. But this Christiana...
Wait a minute, you said he had
three wives. Who's Christiana?
- His daughter.
- With Kirstin, the Polynesian?
No, she's the centerfold,
Marie's the Polynesian.
Christiana is
Dorothy's daughter?
How many times
do I have to tell you?
Dorothy was up on the
podium, she is Marie's daughter.
Dr. Quincy, you have a
telephone call. It's Admiral Brudnitz.
Don't tell me, Admiral
Brudnitz is another wife.
You know the new Navy.
Yes, Admiral?
Yeah, I know where it is.
That's kind of isolated
at night, isn't it?
Ten o'clock tonight.
Yeah, okay, I'll bring it.
No, I'm going back
to the Coroner's office.
There's still some test
results I need to check.
Steady as she
goes to you too, sir.
Beg your pardon?
Oh.
Steady as she
goes to you too, Bull.
Quincy,
I've got to talk to you
about Mrs. MacKenzie.
Which Mrs. MacKenzie?
Dorothy MacKenzie.
I did some checking
on her in Washington
and guess what?
What do you mean "guess
what"? Am I a mind reader?
They were never married.
What?
They were never married.
Admiral MacKenzie and Dorothy...
They were living together for thirty
years and they were never married?
Shh. It's just a rumor.
Gossip, that's all,
but I called a
friend in Arlington
and they were making the arrangements
for MacKenzie's burial at Arlington,
and they can't find a record
of his marriage to Dorothy.
How about that?
What do you think?
I think there are going to be a lot of
surprised people when they read the will.
That's what I think.
I don't believe it.
- You know about
the Admiral, too?
- What?
Nothing, Sam, what is it?
I checked for volatiles in the head
gas from the Admiral's blood sample.
I injected it in the
gas chromatograph.
Look at this.
You were right, Quince.
Amyl nitrate.
A powerful cardiac drug.
He must have inhaled a
massive dose of the amyl nitrate,
all of his arteries dilated and his
heart had no way of supplying the blood
because the pacemaker
couldn't increase the heart rate.
But no one saw him
take the amyl nitrate.
No, everyone saw him take
it, they just didn't realize it.
What do you mean?
What the usual way to
administer amyl nitrate?
It usually comes in
a little glass ampoule.
You hold the ampoule
under a person's nose,
break the glass and
they inhale the gas.
And that's exactly what Admiral
MacKenzie did with the champagne bottle.
He broke the bottle and
inhaled the amyl nitrate
that must have
been injected into it.
- So he was murdered.
- Oh, yeah.
But who injected
it in the bottle?
I'm not sure yet, but I
have a strong hunch.
Sam, I want you to get out
of here. Leave. Right now.
- What?
- I don't have time to explain.
Just go. Where's Doreen?
She must be a
camel or something.
She hasn't left her computer
terminal in ten hours.
Who else besides the four of us
know about the computer chip?
- No one, I guess.
- Good. Keep it that way.
Listen, I'm going
to take the chip.
If I don't show up
tomorrow morning,
tell Monahan, "Bull Brudnitz."
Bull Brudnitz?
Now go home, right
now. And stay there.
"Bull Brudnitz."
Dr. Quincy, wait a second.
Whew, almost missed you.
Say, I didn't know
you were in the Navy.
The world is full of surprises.
Just imagine my
surprise finding you here.
Well, I just got your
message on my little machine.
Had to hunt all over
for my marriage license.
I'll bet you did.
Doctor, I have the strangest
feeling that you don't trust me.
You have a remarkable
eye for the obvious.
Rats! I can't seem
to find it in here.
I must have left it in the car.
Call me when you find it.
Look out!
You all right?
I think so.
On your feet. Let's go.
I... I think I twisted my ankle.
You better go without me.
This is not going to look very good
on your service record, Commander.
I'll worry about it. Get in.
You too, toots.
All right. You okay?
I guess.
I notice you changed offices.
Yeah.
I warned you, Captain, don't get
involved in something over your head.
You didn't take my advice.
I'll take your advice.
This is my stop coming up.
Let her go, Butler. She
doesn't know a thing.
Good. Let's try
to keep it that way.
Very rude. You didn't
introduce us to your chauffeur.
I don't think you
want to meet him.
Could he stop at the nearest gas
station? I really need a ladies' room.
Shut up.
Why don't you let her go?
You don't understand,
I'm the one with the gun.
I'm the one with the chip.
And I'm the one who
has to go to the bathroom.
Open up. We're back.
Look who's here.
Hello again, Doctor.
All right, Captain,
give me man the chip.
After you let the girl go.
- Kill them.
- Easy!
Don't be so rash.
Let's check this out.
Take care of them.
All right. Move it.
How's your ankle?
I think it'll be okay.
When did you join them?
I didn't join them.
They joined me.
All right, that's far enough.
Turn around, Doctor, and put
your hands behind your back.
You too.
Listen, honey, I don't
know what's going on here,
but just between us girls, I
really need a ladies' room.
I mean, now.
Stay put.
When you see me come out of the bathroom,
get flat on the floor, understand?
Flat on the floor?
Just do as I say.
I'm with the CIA.
Okay, you can go over here.
I can understand you, Butler,
greed is easy to understand.
But why her? What's her angle?
You mean Christiana? The
Admiral's darling daughter?
That should be easy enough
for even you to understand.
I don't get it.
Yeah, well, my
motivation may be money,
but hers is hate, and
that's a hell of a lot stronger.
Old Leadbottom makes a quick stop
in the Pacific twenty-five years ago
and leaves his Polynesian
princess a little bit pregnant.
Christiana is born and the old man
doesn't even acknowledge her existence.
When did you start
working against us?
About seven years ago, when
I became the Admiral's aide.
And got access to all
this lucrative information.
Whose idea was it to kill him?
For a man who about to
end up on his own table,
you ask an awful
lot of questions.
Why don't you indulge me?
Why don't you ask my
wife when she gets back?
You and Christiana are married?
Yeah, seems like the
natural progression of things,
don't you think? A
Mom and Pop operation?
What's taking them
so long in there?
Chris?
Chris?
Now!
Everybody freeze.
This is the Bull speaking.
Take 'em to the brig.
Him too.
The girl's in the bathroom,
I tied her with my
belt and I want it back.
Good work, sailor.
There just may be a bonus in
your pay envelope next month.
Thank you, but I'd just
as soon have a discharge.
- And thank you.
- No, thank you.
- You hooked a big one for us.
- Klavic?
He just a conduit. It
was Butler we were after.
Just couldn't pin him down.
I'll get the chip out
of the computer.
Tell me...
Did you really
marry the Admiral?
Did I marry him?
Yes. Was it legal? No.
It was in Las Vegas. The
Chapel of the Lucky Dice.
My assignment was to get
close to him and protect him.
And when he died,
to get close to you.
So if you weren't married
to Admiral MacKenzie,
and Dorothy and the Admiral
were never legally married,
then Marie MacKenzie
is really the Admiral's wife.
And that's why
Christiana killed him.
Now it all makes sense.
- Why?
- Why?
Butler must have just found
out about their non-marriage.
He told Christiana, who
figured that if the Admiral died,
his entire estate would go
to her mother. Not Dorothy.
So she wrote to her mother on
MacKenzie's stationery to come over.
But how did she kill him?
I was right there on
the podium with him.
Amyl nitrate injected
into the champagne bottle.
Obviously Butler also told her
about the Admiral's heart condition.
Pretty clever.
- Bull.
- Yeah?
What are you going
to do with that chip?
I'm going to get it to our
NATO buddies in Brussels,
Butler never knew it, but
MacKenzie was working for us.
The CIA?
You got that right, sailor.
Quincy, are you all right?
I've had better days.
Our own SWAT team
and I'm the last to know.
Sorry.
Slipped my mind.
Terrific. He could
have been killed.
Occupational hazard.
Okay, so everybody's fine.
Quincy, what happened?
It a long story, Lieutenant.
What it all comes down to is that
Admiral MacKenzie was murdered.
Murdered? By who?
You've known it for
years, Lieutenant.
The Butlers did it.