Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 8, Episode 12 - Guilty Until Proven Innocent - full transcript

Quincy's friend, the estranged son of a mobster, is accused of arson and murder. Can Quincy help save his friend?

We're not talking
about what's legal or fair.

We're talking about
the Federal Grand Jury.

We're not only dealing
with arson, but with murder.

He could be in for some trouble.

I respectfully decline...

Oh, no, you don't.
You've given up that right.

Once you answer one question,
you're compelled to answer all of them.

People have rights, don't they?

About the same they had
during the Spanish Inquisition.

You're the dangerous one. I'm not
going to be party to your Nazi mentality.

Either you cooperate
or you go to jail.



No trial, no appeal? What
kind of system is that?

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Don't know how you can tell
much from a body burned that badly.

Probably can't till we get
him on the autopsy table.

This fire must have
been like an inferno.

- I'm done on
this side, Quince.
- Yeah, Eddie, thanks.

Hey, fella, you
can't go in there.

I own the place! My name is Locke.
I want to see whoever's in charge!

- Ted.
- Quincy! What are
you doing here?

- Is this your warehouse?
- Yes, it's my
refinishing plant.

Oh, my God... Who is that?

I'm hoping you can
tell us, Mr. Locke.



I don't know. It's Saturday
afternoon. No one's here on Saturdays.

Unless...

Oh, my God, could be Marco.

Who's Marco?

Marco Salazano. My shop foreman.

He's been with me for fourteen
years. I brought him with us from Detroit.

Quincy, He was...
He was like family.

I'm sorry.

Damn it, Marco! Why couldn't
you stay home where you belong!

Mr. Locke, Reiblich,
Arson Squad.

- Arson?
- Yes, sir.

Our preliminary investigation shows
some pretty clear-cut evidence of arson.

Of course, we'll do
a lot more checking,

but so far it looks like this
fire was intentionally set.

Who in heaven's
name would do this?

Lots of people.

Pyromaniacs, torches,
professional fire starters...

People with a grudge.

Sometimes even owners of businesses
who want to collect on the insurance.

Son, I know you mean well.

But Mr. Locke is not
only a friend of mine

but he's one of the
finest men in this town.

You better watch where you
throw those kind of charges around.

Stranger things
have happened, sir.

I remind you that
someone died in this fire.

That means we're not only
dealing with arson, but with murder.

And I'm afraid a good
character reference from you

isn't enough to keep Mr. Locke
from being investigated.

Body appears to be male,

no ethnic origin discernible.

Can only estimate height and weight
because of extensive burning of the limbs.

No age estimate is
possible at this time.

The body might
be Marco Salazano.

He was sixty-three,
five feet nine inches tall,

about one hundred and sixty pounds.
I've got dental records here, too, Quince.

Let's take a look
at the trachea...

See if he was alive
when the fire started.

The muscles are cherry red.

He was breathing carbon
monoxide from the fire...

The trachea is still intact.
Sam, cut down the side...

Well, he was alive when
the fire started, that's for sure.

The trachea's badly sooted.

And burned. He must have
breathed super heated air from the fire.

You know, if this
was a case of arson...

It's not unusual for the guy starting
the fire to get caught in his own trap.

I know, Sam.

I just can't imagine anyone
who's worked for Ted Locke

for that many years
trying to burn him out.

You really like
that guy, don't you?

He's one of the finest
men I've ever known.

I met him when we were
both involved setting up

the Boys' Club Summer Camp
Program a few years back.

Ted worked harder than anyone,
raised more money for the project.

Truly selfless.

Well, somebody didn't like him.

Yeah... Maybe we can find
something to help nail the guy.

Whoever he is.

All these skull fractures are
blown outward. Heat fractures.

The skull burst from
the intense heat.

Yeah, doesn't look like any
sign of a depressed fracture.

He was probably
overcome by smoke.

Wait a second.

There was bleeding here.
A subdural hematoma.

So he was hit in the head...

Maybe someone
bashed him before the fire.

Yeah, that's possible, but there's
no way of telling from this brain.

Hi, Quincy, Sam. How's it going?

- We've just gotten started.
- We don't even have
a positive ID yet.

Anything look
fishy at this point?

There's a possibility of a blunt instrument
attack before the fire started. Why?

Well, it seems there's
a rush on this one.

- How come?
- I don't know.

All I know is that it's
suddenly become very

hush-hush, and very big. The
feds are in on this one, Quincy.

Your friend Locke could
be in for some trouble.

The liquid pattern
of the accelerant...

Alligatoring of the
wood, char patterns...

We think it's cut
and dried arson.

There's a clear path that was laid so
the accelerant traveled to the excelsior...

All very cleverly done to
make it look accidental.

Enough for the District Attorney's
office to file for arson and murder?

Absolutely enough to file. I don't
know about having enough to convict.

That's our problem, not yours.

You give me the evidence,
I'll get the conviction.

I'll have that guy behind
bars for the rest of his life.

Benjamin, we'd like the
State to decline prosecution.

Not prosecute?
You can't be serious!

I couldn't be more serious. We want
to make this a federal rap. Mail fraud.

Mail fraud!

Why don't you try to get him for
expired license tags while you're at it?

Listen, with each letter this
guy sent to his insurance agency.

Both before and after the fire.

We're looking at a ten-count rap. He could
rot in Terminal Island for fifty years.

What you're saying is that we're a bunch
of yokels who can't handle the big time.

You feds can do it better.

Cone on, Benjamin, don't
let ego get in the way here.

What it boils down to is that the
arson evidence is strictly circumstantial.

You go to State court and you'll have
to go through a preliminary hearing,

even to see if you get a trial.

And you think the judge will shoot us
out of the water? Not bring it to trial?

I think there's every chance.

At a hearing,

both sides will be up on public display.
Haven't you lost cases that way before?

Cases of criminals
you knew were guilty?

Sure, we all have.

That's the risk of the
preliminary hearing.

And don't you want to get
this guy as bad as we do?

Of course I do.

But what makes you
so sure you can nail him?

One of the most powerful tools available
to protect law and order in this country,

the Federal Grand Jury.

Yeah, come in.

Dr. Quincy...

There's a gentleman out here
from the U.S. Attorney's Office.

- Oh, send him in.
- Please...

Thank you.

Dr. Quincy, I'm
Phillip St. Johns.

Yes, what can I do for you?

It's about the incident at the
Locke Furniture Company.

Oh.

You did the autopsy on the
body that was found there.

I'd like a copy of
your official findings.

Of course.

But what interest does the U.S.
Attorney's office have in the case?

We're going to try for an
indictment for mail fraud.

Mail fraud? How can that be?

We think Ted Locke
committed arson.

And every letter he sends
to his insurance company

regarding the
damages in that fire,

also makes him guilty of using the mails
to defraud. That makes it a federal case.

And I can get a
Grand Jury convened.

All of a sudden everyone's trying
to point a finger at Ted Locke!

Why would he want to
burn down his own business?

Furniture sales
are a lost cause.

He stood to gain a lot
more from the insurance.

Ted Locke would never
stoop to that kind of thing.

Oh, no? What makes you think so?

I've known him for years.

One of the most honest,
forthright, decent men I've met.

- That so?
- Yeah.

- You know him pretty well,
then, do you?
- Yes, I do.

- You ever know his father?
- No, I never met him.

Carlo LoCasale.
The Carlo LoCasale.

He used to head one of the
biggest families on the East Coast,

one of the biggest
traffickers in heroin.

LoCasale? What
are you talking about?

Your good friend, Ted Locke,
patron saint of social service

is actually Tony
LoCasale, favored son

of one of the most influential
families in the country.

A gold-plated card-carrying
member of the Mafia.

- No, you can't be right...
- He's an advance
man for the family.

With the cover of a
respectable businessman,

so the mob can begin a major
infiltration of the West Coast.

Well, let me tell you, Dr. Quincy,
I don't intend to let that happen.

I'm going to stop Tony LoCasale,
and his family, right in their tracks.

I can't understand
why you didn't tell me.

Quincy, it just didn't
seem to be important.

By the time I met you,
I'd lost that identity.

I hope you didn't think it would
make a difference, because it doesn't.

Thank for that, Quince.

- You want to know?
- It's up to you.

My real name is LoCasale.

Anthony Vincent LoCasale.

The third son of Carlo LoCasale.

A man who controlled a big chunk of the
world on the west side of the Hudson River.

Check any book on crime
and you can read all about him.

I already know about Carlo
LoCasale. I've read the books.

Well, his blood
is in these veins.

The blood of a man
who walked on corpses.

But, you see... My
mother's heart is here, too.

And that's the
blessing of my life.

Mama's gift. Hers.

Anyway...

So my father sent me to college
and made me a bookkeeper...

Because what he loved in
my mother, he hated in me.

- Then, you were
never really involved.
- Never.

Just the weak son
of a strong man.

A genetic mistake that
graduated magna cum laude

and got the hell out the
second that old butcher died.

- He was shot in
a shoeshine parlor.
- Yeah.

My son, Tony, was three.

And that was exactly
fourteen years ago.

Hannah and I went to Detroit and we
changed our name from LoCasale to Locke.

Her parents manufactured furniture.
They taught me the business.

And I made it grow
beyond their wildest dreams.

Why did you come out here?

My brothers knew where I was,

and when I became successful, they
wanted to use me to launder money.

Detroit was too close to the Hudson,
so I moved as far away as I could get and

still stand on dry land.

I'm exactly what you see.

A man who adores
his wife and children.

A man who believes in God
and God's Commandments.

But recoils in shame every
time he thinks about his heritage.

Sometimes I wake
up sweating with guilt...

And I don't know why,

because I never did anything
to hurt a single human being.

I live with shame
and I hide my heritage

and now it's all gonna be dragged
out into plain sight like garbage.

Ted, I want you to
know I'm your friend.

Whatever happens, I
want you to remember that...

Thanks, Quince, that
means a lot to me.

What are you two gonna
do... Tell jokes all night?

Frank's here, and dinner's
been ready for half an hour,

and I'm not gonna take the
rap for tough Veal Marsala.

- Let's go.
- Okay.

Anyone for more
chocolate mousse?

- Hannah, one more bite,
I'm gonna explode.
- I think I already have.

Where you going so
quick and so quiet?

I told you I had a date.

Far be it for me to stand in the way.
As long as your homework's done.

It is, Dad. I did
it in study hall.

Then, have a good time.
Say hello to Michelle.

And you, young man.

I happen to know for a fact that you
haven't even started your homework.

It's not my fault somebody
invented long division.

Well, why don't
you just give it a try.

I'll be right up in
case you get stuck.

There's more
coffee in the kitchen.

If you need me, I'll be upstairs
trying to remember basic math.

Thank you, Hannah.

Quincy, just for the record, Frank
knows everything I told you before dinner.

He had to know everything
when he became my attorney.

The question is, where
does it go from here.

St. Johns is gonna dangle your
pedigree right in front of those jurors.

Aren't there limits to how
much of that he can bring in?

We're dealing with a Federal Grand
Jury, Dr. Quincy. It's not a court of law.

What's the difference?
People have rights, don't they?

About the same they had
during the Spanish Inquisition.

That's why I'm advising Ted to take
advantage of the Fifth Amendment.

You never said that... I've
thought it over and I'm saying it now.

If you give St. Johns one inch
of latitude, he'll put you on a spit

and roast you until the jury can smell the
charred flesh of your Sicilian ancestors.

How's it gonna look to Hannah
and the boys if I take the Fifth?

You want to talk
about the stink of guilt?

It stays under your skin
for the rest of your life.

Ted, you cannot worry
about inference now.

We know you're innocent. And
the only way to protect yourself

in this case, is to take
the Fifth Amendment.

No, sorry, Frank.

My father didn't believe
in the system, but I do.

And if I hide in some legal
crack, I'm no better than he was.

You gave your name as
Locke. Theodore Vincent Locke.

- Is that your real name?
- Yes.

I mean, your legal name?

It's the name I've used
for the last fourteen years.

But you were born Anthony
Vincent LoCasale, weren't you?

And your father was Carlo
Vincent LoCasale, wasn't he?

Why don't you ask me my
mother's name? I'm her son, not his.

Mr. LoCasale, if any
questions are gonna be asked,

they're gonna be asked
by us. Do you understand?

This is a Federal Grand Jury. Not the
living room of your mansion in Bel Air.

Now, let's get
back to your father.

Isn't it true that he was
indicted for income tax evasion

and racketeering in
the state of New York?

That was a long time ago...

But he did serve time in
federal prison, didn't he?

- He's dead now.
- What? I didn't hear that.

My father's dead now.

And it seems like a
thousand years ago.

And, so we can set the record
straight and put this thing to rest...

You should know that he hated
me from my cradle to his grave.

A lot of fathers and sons don't
see eye to eye, Mr. LoCasale.

But, you were his
son, weren't you?

The third son of a
Cosa Nostra mobster?

Yes...

What are you doing out here?

I'm not allowed inside.

You're Ted's defense attorney...

Welcome to the Grand
Jury system, Dr. Quincy.

Nobody's allowed in there
except the prosecutor. Nobody.

No lawyer, no
judge, no witnesses...

St. Johns and twenty-three jurors
picked at random from computer lists.

Then, how are you
supposed to help Ted?

When he's in trouble, he just raises
his hand and gets permission to meet me

- in the main conference room.
- Where's that?

Right in there.

The men's restroom?

Doctor, the Grand Jury System
wasn't designed for convenience,

it was designed to indict.
With coldblooded efficiency.

- Aren't you exaggerating,
Frank?
- No.

I'm not denying that the Grand Jury
has the potential to do great good,

but in the wrong hands it
can be like a loaded gun.

There just aren't enough safeguards
against misuse by over-zealous prosecutors.

We don't know about St. Johns,
he could be a reasonable guy

or he could be on a vendetta.

And if he is. If he's
just out to nail Ted...

He's got all the
aces in his hand.

Mr. LoCasale, would you
describe the state of your business?

Your furniture plant
on Seventh Street?

Before the fire or after?

You know what he means.
Answer the question.

Look, business isn't too
good for anybody right now.

People aren't building
houses, not buying

them, and they don't
have need for furniture.

So, the insurance claim you've
filed will come as a welcome relief.

Of course... With a building
that's practically ashes.

I mean, even if
it hadn't burned.

I was getting by, Mr. St. Johns.
And I've got books to prove it.

That's right, I almost forgot you learned
your bookkeeping from Carlo LoCasale.

I learned my
bookkeeping at Dartmouth.

You went to Dartmouth?

Yes, I did. For four years.

Getting back to the point...

You've admitted that business
wasn't as good as it could be?

That's true of almost
anyone these days.

Isn't also true that you recently
moved much of your inventory

to another warehouse?

Well, yes, but...

I had the chance to rent space

at a better facility
at a lower price...

I planned to move everything
there once my present lease ran out.

I know what you're
implying, Mr. St. Johns.

And it's a deliberate
distortion of the truth...

Implication wasn't
my intention here.

I'm saying to this jury

that I believe you burned
your failing business

to collect insurance money and rid yourself
of a lease you didn't need anymore.

I'm also saying
that in the process,

you're responsible for the death
of your employee, Marco Salazano.

I loved that man! Let God be my
witness! He was like a member of my family!

There wasn't enough money in this world
to make me harm one hair on his head!

- Honey? I'm home.
- In here.

It's over! I won! They didn't
indict me! I told the truth...

I answered every question...
And they didn't indict me...

Yes, and I'm grateful.

That's it? What's the matter?

- But, it isn't over yet.
- What do you mean?

Hey, can I tell you what
it's gonna take to fix this?

About fifty dollars
of glass and putty.

I don't think that's worth
ruining my fantastic news.

You know what it means,
Ted. I can see it on your face.

You've got nothing to
substantiate any of that.

Oh! Just Detroit.

- They knew who we
were in Detroit.
- And now they know here.

And it's starting
all over again.

Look...

Grand Juries are closed to the
press and they're closed to the world.

Nobody hears anything except
the people inside that room.

There are leaks and you know it.

Hannah, you can blow
this into anything you want.

But, there's no way
I'm gonna believe

that window was broken for any
other reason than malicious mischief.

What are you doing back so
early? Is everything all right?

Well, I don't know. When
I went to pick Michelle up,

her father practically
threw me off the porch.

He said she was sick and
couldn't go out at night anymore.

Maybe they had a fight.

I'm sure everything'll be okay
when you see her at school tomorrow.

I didn't even know what hit me.

Sweetheart, why don't
you set a place for dinner?

We haven't eaten yet
and it's something you like.

Are you going to tell me
there hasn't been a leak?

Okay.

But I was cleared
today. It's over.

And in a couple of weeks,
nobody'll even remember.

Hello? Yeah, Frank.

He what?

Are you still at your office?

I'll be there in
fifteen minutes.

St. Johns is bringing the
case back to the Grand Jury.

He can't!

Frank says he can.

As many times as he wants.

Isn't there a statute that says you
can't be tried for the same thing twice?

Yeah.

It's in the Constitution.

But, I guess we're not talking
about what's legal or fair.

We're talking about
the Federal Grand Jury.

Ted, will you please stop
and listen to me for a minute.

Frank, I thought I made it clear to
you. I'm not taking the Fifth Amendment.

You're paying me a lot of
money for my advice. So take it.

You get on the stand and
refuse to answer any question.

Listen, St. Johns
on a witch hunt.

He doesn't have any more
on you than he had last week.

Don't give him anything. The Fifth
Amendment is your Constitutional right.

I'm advising you
to use it this time.

Maybe you're right.

Great system we got here. I'm
damned if I do and I'm damned if I don't.

All right. Let's
get it over with.

Mr. LoCasale, it's time we
stopped waltzing around the

issue and got right to the heart
of it. In the last eighteen months,

you filed three separate claims
with your insurance company.

After receiving only partial
reimbursements for the damages you claimed,

you decided to go for the grand
prize and so you torched your building.

Isn't that correct?

Mr. LoCasale, answer
the question, please.

I respectfully decline to
answer the question on the

grounds my testimony
may tend to incriminate me.

Well, now, there's an
interesting turn of events.

You're saying that

answering my questions about the origin
of the fire may be self-incriminating.

Is that what you're saying?

I respectfully decline...

We heard you, Mr. LoCasale.

It seems Mr. LoCasale
has chosen to wrap himself

in the Constitutional protection
of the Fifth Amendment...

A provision that protects the
guilty from incriminating themselves.

It always strikes me
as funny how the crooks

and criminals in our society
always know their rights.

But the rights of
victims... Victims like poor

Marco Salazano.

Who burned to ashes
in the fire LoCasale set...

What of their rights? When
did you decide to set the fire?

I respectfully decline to...

Decline to what? Face the fact
that an innocent human being died

as a sacrifice for
your insurance claim?

After all, what's one
employee, more or less,

when it comes to capital gain?

Marco Salazano was like
a member of my own family!

I knew that man
for fourteen years!

I would've walked through a wall of
fire myself if I could have saved him!

But I was home when it
happened! I was twenty miles away.

I didn't know about it and
there was nothing I could do!

Oh, I see, you were home. I don't suppose
you have any witnesses to verify that?

I respectfully decline
to answer the...

Oh, no, you don't.
You've given up that right.

- Like hell I have.
- The moment you uttered

a word about that fire other than
invoking the Fifth Amendment,

you waived your rights by
responding to this jury's questions.

I want to see my attorney.

I suggest you do.

No, I don't understand.

Now St. Johns is saying I
gave up my constitutional rights...

That I don't have any rights.

- What's going on?
- He's telling you the truth.

Once you say something about a certain
line of questioning other than invoking

legal precedent that you've given
up your Fifth Amendment rights.

You mean just like that they can change
the rules in the middle of the game?

No, he's sticking to the rules. The
law says you can't pick and choose the

questions you want to answer and
the questions you refuse to answer.

Once you answer one question,
you're compelled to answer all of them.

- And if I refuse?
- They can cite
you for contempt.

And they can send you to jail.

For how long?

Up to eighteen months. Or until
you decide to answer the questions.

You mean, I have to go back in
there and answer everything now?

Yeah.

Mr. LoCasale, would you describe your
relationship with your family back East?

Distant.

You're saying you have
no contact with them?

A card at Christmas, a
birthday maybe, that sort of thing.

Other than that, you have no
contact with them, is that true?

Yes.

Are you in the habit of sending expensive
presents to your family in New Jersey?

No.

I already told you, my business
here was going through hard times.

How can I send
expensive presents?

Good question.

Then tell me, last August,
how were you able to deposit

ten thousand dollars in your
sister Rose's bank account?

I have a copy of
the check right here.

That wasn't a
gift. It was a loan.

My sister's boy was in the
hospital and she needed...

So you are in contact with them,
besides exchanging Christmas cards?

That was different,
that was because...

Because exchanging large sums of money
is part of the money laundering process.

The same business you were in in Detroit!
The same business you're in right now!

That's a crock and you know it!

Mr. LoCasale,
does your wife know

the extent of your involvement
with your crime family?

What's any of this
got to do with her?

Maybe we should subpoena her and
find out just how much she does know.

You can't do that!

You'd be surprised at
what we can and can't do.

Why don't we just bring her in and
see if she's as clever as you are...

Now you leave
my wife out of this!

That's not fair!

Not fair...

Not fair is being point
man for a filthy mob

invasion into this city.

Not fair is burning a building,

killing an innocent man,
and getting away with it,

so you and your kind can
continue to terrorize an exploit

the working decent
citizens of this country.

That's what's not
fair, Mr. LoCasale,

and I'm not going to
let you get away with it!

Okay, okay, let's
not all shout at once...

All right.

All right, listen to me, boys,

this family has been through
an awful lot these last few days

and I'm not going to
kid you, it may get worse.

But I want you to
remember one thing,

we're a family,

we're together, we
all have each other

and that's the way
it's going to stay.

And as long as we have each other, we've
got everything in the world that matters.

Right, Jeff?

Yeah, I guess so.

Tony?

Right.

Okay.

Now...

You want to tell me what you were
fighting about at school today, Jeff?

You don't need your
brother's permission...

Daddy, what's a Godfather?

- Tony, come back here!
- Let him go.

- What's goin' on
around here, anyway?
- Ted...

I think it's time we got
things out in the open.

Yeah.

I'll go have a word with Tony.

Tony?

Tony... Tony, I
want to talk to you.

- Leave me alone.
- Please, Tony...

We have to talk about it.

Can we talk?

Apparently not.

Okay, I deserve that.

I guess I haven't exactly
been communicative.

What you've been is a liar.

- Hey, wait a minute...
- You've lied to me
since the day I was born...

My whole life has been a lie!

Tony Locke? My name's
not Tony Locke... It...

It's Anthony LoCasale, Jr.

I'm not even who
I thought I was.

You never even told
me my real name.

We were trying to protect you.

- Protect me from what? Hit men?
- No.

From the kind of thing
that's happening now.

Maybe we were wrong...

But your mother and I have gone through
hell trying to keep you and your brother

insulated from all the ugliness
and pain I went through.

We never wanted you and your brother to
be tainted or infected by my family name.

Couldn't you at
least have told me?

Did I have to find out from people
whispering behind their hands?

Do you know how many times your
mother and I have talked about telling you?

Imagining this moment...
What to say to you.

Wondering how you'd
take it... We kept waiting,

thinking there'd
be a "right time."

But there never
seemed to be one.

I guess if you
wait, there never is.

Then... When this
whole thing broke...

I knew I should level with
you, tell you what was going on.

But I kept thinking it would blow over
and maybe you'd never have to know.

I'm guilty of not talking, Tony.

But what I did,

was done out of love,

I swear.

You don't know
what it's like at school.

My girlfriend won't see me...

The guys won't
talk to me anymore...

How can I go back and face them?

You face them proudly.

You face them knowing
that you and your family

worked together to overcome odds
no family should be forced to endure.

The wolves are at the door,
Tony. But I won't let them get at you,

or Jeff or your mother.

I've protected you all these
years and I'll protect you now.

And I know
exactly how I'll do it.

Confessing? What are you
talking about? Confessing what?

Confessing to whatever
they want me to confess to.

But you didn't do anything.
You're not guilty of anything.

Yes I am, Quince, I'm
guilty of the LoCasale name.

And you want to confirm that
by making a false confession?

Look, I give them what they
want, they'll leave my family alone.

My wife and kids can move
away, change their names again,

start a new life
with a clean slate.

And you think the press will
leave them alone after you confess?

No, Ted, you've got to fight
it all the way. You're innocent.

They can't railroad you...

Our judicial system still maintains
the concept of reasonable doubt.

Not for a LoCasale.

For everyone, Ted, hold
off the confession, please.

I'm going to testify before the Grand
Jury. I'm sure I can show reasonable doubt.

So let me see if I
understand you, Dr. Quincy.

According to your
medical evidence,

there was a sub-dural
hematoma under the skull.

That's correct.

And it's your determination
that it was caused

by a blunt instrument
striking his head.

No. That's not what I said.

That's one possibility.

But it's not actually possible to determine
exactly how the hematoma occurred.

You certainly can't
prove, as you're trying to,

that Marco Salazano
was knocked out.

I think I have established
reasonable doubt about that issue.

Dr. Quincy, apparently
you don't realize

that the concept of reasonable doubt
has no bearing in a Grand Jury hearing.

It is relevant only
in a trial situation.

And besides, Doctor,
you've freely admitted

that you have a long personal
relationship with Mr. LoCasale.

Wait a second, that wouldn't
alter my scientific objectivity.

You served on committees with
LoCasale, you've been to his house,

for dinner innumerable times,
you know his wife, his children...

In short, Doctor, you and
Mr. LoCasale are good friends.

That still wouldn't alter my
scientific conclusions in this case.

But we've already determined
that the science is, at best, inexact.

Have you and LoCasale
ever discussed this case?

Yes.

You did? When was that?

Last night. But
that's only because...

So that's when he got to you?

What are you talking about?

When I see somebody
being railroaded,

I'm not going to just sit there
and let the train run over him.

So you admit that
you and Mr. LoCasale

conspired to fabricate
a story for this jury.

No, I certainly
do not admit that.

But it is true that you and LoCasale
discussed the case last night?

I've already said that.

Would you describe the
circumstances of that discussion?

No, I will not! Not so you can
make it seem conniving and devious.

Doctor, I request that
you answer my question.

What were the circumstances of
your discussion with Tony LoCasale?

You realize that if you refuse to
answer, I can have you cited for contempt.

No, I won't be party
to this kangaroo court.

Doctor, don't push me.

I can have a judge draw
up a contempt citation

and have you put behind bars
until you decide to cooperate.

Contempt?

You want to cite me for
contempt? This entire system

should be held in contempt. This
isn't a courtroom, it's an inquisition.

One more chance, Doctor.

Do you want to cooperate
to do you want to go to jail?

You don't want cooperation,
you want a rubber stamp!

Tell me, Mr. St. Johns,

what's your definition of contempt, St.
Johns? Anyone who stands up to you?

You want to lock us away? Go
ahead, but you're the dangerous one,

you're the evil, because
you wrap yourself in the flag

and kneel in the
blessings of the law

as only you see it.

Well, I'm not going
to be a party to it.

I'm not going to be party
to your Nazi mentality.

- Quincy! Are you okay?
- Quince! How are you?

I guess for an old yardbird
doing hard time, I'm all right.

Look at this, I inherited
Godzilla's tailor.

I knew it was bad when I began
dreaming about the food at Danny's.

- It's that bad?
- Quincy, listen,
we want to get you out.

- How?
- Simple... Sort of.

We talked to Frank
Anawalt and he said if you...

Apologize to St. Johns
and agree to testify fully...

No! Absolutely not! I'd
rather rot in here than...

And rot you will! Quincy, be
sensible... They can keep you in here

for a long, long time.

No trial, no appeal? What
kind of system is that?

The system we have to live
with until somebody changes it.

You want to change it? Then
you've got to get out of here first.

Okay, okay... You're right.

I'll testify, and when I do, I'm going
to take that noose off Ted's neck.

How're you going to do that?

Dr. Asten, I'd like you to make
arrangements to exhume Salazano's body.

The proof we need is there.

But Quince, we've been over
his body with a fine-tooth comb.

Not fine enough, Sam.

I believe Ted. And I believe Marco's
body is screaming from the grave

to testify on his behalf.

Marco Salazano knows what really
happened, and he's going to tell us.

I double-checked. There was no carbon
monoxide in the blood in that hematoma.

So, we were right. He was
hit before the fire started.

Knocked unconscious, then lay
there breathing in CO until it killed him.

I figured as much.

That why you cleaned away
the tissue from the skull?

Well, the one sure thing
we know is that he was hit.

So, I thought we ought
to take a closer look.

All we found was
a slight facture.

Maybe we can get an idea of
what kind of weapon caused it.

There definitely
is something here.

I can feel some tiny indentations.
Get me the microscope light, will you?

Lower...

A little lower...

A little more...

There!

Whatever the weapon
was, it left this ridge and

three small dots.

Doesn't look like any weapon
I've ever seen. Not even any tool.

Maybe it was just a piece of metal
that was lying around the factory.

Or, wait a minute, Sam.
Maybe it didn't hit him.

Maybe it was just the opposite.

It was something that he hit.

Let's get Eddie to take some pictures of
this. Then, you and I are gonna do a little

snooping around Ted's factory.

This is where the arson
investigators said the fire started...

Somebody hit Marco on the
head and knocked him down.

And then took a five-gallon
of inflammable material,

made a trail along here...

Then put the can
on the excelsior,

back to the starting point,

and they lit the fire.

Must have been
almost like an explosion.

But what could Marco
have hit his head on?

That would have caused
that pattern in his skull?

One of those benches?
A tool of some kind?

Sam, our problem is, we've
been thinking like the Arson Squad.

- What do you mean?
- We're using with
the scenario they gave us

of an intentionally set fire.
We've got to reverse our thinking.

See how this kind of evidence
might be possible in an accidental fire.

- A spill or a leak?
- That's right.

A spill or a leak. Okay...

If Marco was carrying the
can of solvent... Like this...

And it was leaking behind him...

Quincy, look at that.

A space heater, it
would have a pilot light.

That might have
ignited the trail of fluid.

So instead of burning
this way away from him,

it burned toward him.

He saw the flames coming at him,
turned in a panic and bumped into...

Look, Sam.

The same pattern.

That's a match,
Quincy, no question.

He crashed into the stairs, it stunned
him or knocked him unconscious.

He fell here and died.

- There's just one problem.
- What?

The solvent can. It was found way
over there halfway across the room.

How'd it get there.

He threw it. Tried to heave it away
from him so it wouldn't go up in his hands.

Quincy, that's a
pretty good toss.

And Arson said there were at least
three gallons of thinner in that can.

He wasn't a young man. I don't
know if he could have thrown it that far.

But he must have! That's the only
way this whole thing makes sense.

Sam, let's go back to the body. It has
told us this much about how he died.

Maybe he can tell us the rest.

Mr. St. Johns... Hold
on... One minute...

We'll make this
short, Mr. St. Johns.

Dr. Quincy has uncovered evidence
we feel should exonerate Ted Locke.

Exonerate him of
what? The arson charge?

The murder of Mr. Salazano?
His connection with the mob?

All of them.

I've found evidence that
would cast doubt on your version

of what happened in that fire.

There you go again trying
to prove reasonable doubt.

This is not germane to
a Grand Jury proceeding.

You're saying the truth is not germane
to the American judicial system?

I thought you understood
the Grand Jury system, Doctor.

Its function isn't trying
guilt or innocence,

but determining whether
there's reason to go to trial.

Do you know what would
happen if we abolished the system?

Nobody wants to abolish
it. Just correct its faults.

Like what?

I'll tell you like what: allow the accused,
because that's what he is, the accused,

should be allowed to have an
attorney present to protect his rights.

He does have rights, doesn't he?

- Of course.
- And have a judge in there...

A referee of sorts who can keep
the Grand Jury an impartial forum...

Where cases can be presented
on merit, no intimidation.

Anything else you'd
like on your wish list?

Yes. The right to a preliminary
hearing for the accused

if he's been indicted
by a Grand Jury.

You want those things,
Mr. Anawalt? Take it to Congress.

And while they debate
it for the next six years,

don't leave your home unarmed because
the streets will be choking in criminals.

Look, let's not talk about
six years, let's talk about now.

Are you going to refuse to
let me introduce my evidence?

I'm not that pig-headed, Doctor.

If the proof is as convincing as you
say, I'll let you present it to the jury.

Well, actually the jury has to
be presented to the evidence.

What are you talking about?

The proof is in Ted
Locke's burned out business.

And you want me to pile them into a
bus and cart them down there, right?

Well, that's the general idea.

The last time you were in court,
Doctor, you called me a Nazi.

I don't mind telling
you, that hurt deeply.

In my heart I believe
I am doing the job

I was appointed to do for
the people of this country

and trying to protect it
does not make me a Nazi.

If you have the proof, the
jury will be allowed to see it.

Ten o'clock tomorrow,
you'll have your bus.

Then, in a blind panic, he turned and
tried to run, and ran right into this beam.

These are pictures of the
imprint in Salazano's skull.

You will see that the
indentations exactly match

the welding patterns
in this I-beam.

No one hit him over the head.

He knocked himself out in
his last hysterical run for safety.

Dr. Quincy...

- He was sixty-four?
- Right.

That's just a year
younger than I am.

Those solvent cans are heavy.

And I find it almost
impossible to believe

that any man could
throw a can that far.

We wondered the same thing.

But Marco Salazano
gave us the answer.

What do you mean? How could he?

That Salazano's right hand
and arm had been engulfed.

The pain, the shock, the fear...

They all triggered an adrenalin flow
that gave him monumental strength.

Now, believe me,

it has been demonstrated scientifically
that he'd have more than enough power

to throw that can
across the room.

Dr. Quincy, this is
all very interesting.

But what you are presenting
is really a hypothesis.

Yes, it is.

But what is irrefutable
is this, given the absolute

identification of the skull imprint
with those welding marks...

That's as positive an
identification as a fingerprint.

So you take this to court,

you know as well as I,
you won't have a prayer.

- Oh...
- Come on, Mom.

There you go.
All right, a toast...

Oh, I got it!

To the look on St. Johns' face.

It was classic! He knew
you had him, Quince.

Anybody ever tell you
you'd make a good lawyer?

No thanks, that's a job I'll
gladly leave to you guys.

We owe you such a debt, Quincy.

Yeah, that's for sure.

And those jurors, too.

They heard the facts. And, despite St.
Johns, they were able to see the truth.

Sort of restores your faith in
the Grand Jury system, doesn't it?

Don't ever get complacent
about that, Doctor.

You spent some time in jail

and Ted missed being
indicted by the skin of his teeth.

The whole system needs to be
reformed and the sooner, the better.

Mom, you know that long story you
told me at the table the other night.

Yes.

There's one part
of it I don't get.

What am I? A godson?

What's so funny?

I guess we just feel like
laughing tonight, son.

It's a lot better
that way, isn't it?

To be able to talk about
it, and laugh about it...

And have everything
out in the open?

I agree.

But I'm wondering how long it'll take
before this whole thing blows over?

Soon, I hope. But
there's no way of knowing.

Sometimes, when people's minds
get poisoned, it takes much too long...

But, as long as well all
keep faith in each other,

- it'll all work out.
- Hear, hear.

I want to thank you.

For what?

Taking over the Locke case.

I'm glad you Feds were the ones
who got embarrassed and not us yokels.

Is that the way you
operate, Benjamin?

One setback and
you're ready to quit?

Why go on with it?
The man's innocent.

Maybe he has changed.

If you believe that, you're
either stupid or naive.

People like him never change.

They're born into corruption and
it stays there until the day they die.

So, you can quit,
and this State can quit,

but, I'm gonna keep after LoCasale until
he ends up in prison where he belongs.

You know, I've never
liked you, St. Johns.

But you've never
really scared me, either.

Until now.

Now, with the power of the
Grand Jury system in your hands

I find you a very dangerous
and frightening man.

I'll let you in on
a little secret.

I don't give a
damn who likes me.

And if you think I'm
dangerous, good. Because I am.

To the jungle full of criminals
out there and to every law officer

who doesn't have
the guts to stop them.

So... You're either
for me or against me.

If you are against me,

you better stay out of my way.