Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 8, Episode 22 - An Act of Violence - full transcript
Looks like a basic crib job.
Crib job?
That's short for taking
candy from a baby.
I'm covered with trace evidence.
I want to get it all.
I'm sorry, Quince.
Don't you ever do
that to me again.
You've got to talk to somebody.
I want you to hear
this, Emily. I am okay!
Do you want to kill him?
Yes.
You say one word
and you're dog meat.
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the most fascinating
sphere of police work,
the world of forensic medicine.
- Ed?
- Yeah, Quince?
Make sure you get pictures
of all the bloodstains, Eddie.
Okay.
We're ready to
transport, Doctor.
Okay. Take her downtown and log her in.
I'll finish the paperwork in the morning.
All right, folks, it's all over,
go on back to your homes...
Go ahead, it's all over here.
Come on.
There you go. Thank you.
Oh, man.
How long was she dead, Quincy?
Oh, about two days.
No wonder.
Nice way to spend a
Sunday afternoon, huh?
The wolves have been out all day.
But they save the worst for last...
A poor old arthritic woman
murdered in her own home.
You get anything? Not much.
It looks like a basic crib job.
Crib job?
Yeah. That's what
the punks call it,
it's short for taking
candy from a baby.
Quincy, I get hundreds of
these the first of part of the month
when Social Security
checks come out.
Two, three punks follow
an elderly person home,
push their way in and mug them.
That's the way it is.
This wasn't just a
mugging. It was murder.
I hope you nail them and
I hope you nail them fast.
What can I say, Quince?
We're up to four murders a day in this
city and I can't crack every one of them.
Maybe I'll come up
with something as post.
Listen, you give me
something to go on,
anything, and I'll nail
the creeps who did this.
If I don't it won't be
because I didn't try.
I got a changing with Emily.
She's waiting for me at Danny's.
Yeah, see you later.
Get me a glass of white
wine, would you, honey?
Hi, honey.
Sorry I'm late, honey,
it was a last minute call.
Oh. What was it?
An elderly woman was mugged
and killed in her own apartment.
- Oh, Quince, that's terrible.
- Yeah.
- Do they have any
idea who the killer is?
- No.
And the odds are
against us finding out.
Do you know that we record over twelve
hundred homicides a year in this city?
Monahan's unit is swamped,
so they concentrate on cases
where at least they have a
chance of getting a conviction.
It's a sad fact
a murder like
this is low priority.
That's disgraceful.
That's the way it goes.
- Some morning.
- You're telling me.
What are you doing here?
Oh... This week
hasn't even begun
and I feel like I'm already a
day behind. Look at this mess.
Yeah, I see. What happened?
We hit the jackpot this weekend.
Twenty-seven homicides
within seventy-two hours.
Can you believe it?
Here, Quincy, I'm
sorry to do this to you.
Six autopsies? Who
can do six in one day?
You can.
Dr. Rasmussen called in sick
and we've got this mess in
addition to our regular caseload.
Plus, the DA's been
screaming for Friday's work,
the spec machine is
down and the plumbing is...
Alright, alright.
We'll get them done.
Alright, I knew I
could count on you.
And as soon as I can, I'll
come down and give you a hand.
You promise?
I guess since you were there you know
most of the details in the police report.
Yeah.
Victim is Vivian Chalmers,
age seventy-two...
Seventy-two?
I thought she was a lot younger.
That's what it says here.
She lived alone in the same apartment
since her husband died in 1977.
Three children, five grandchildren
and two great-grandchildren...
Seventy-two years old.
Probably never hurt a soul in her
entire life and this is how she's repaid.
It really looks like she
took quite a beating.
Yeah...
Bruises, contusions, abrasions around
the left side of her face and neck...
Feels like her jaw
is broken here...
Defensive bruises
along her left arm.
Sam, what does
it look like to you?
Multiple trauma?
The skin's disrupted in several places
around her pelvis and upper thigh.
Hand me the manifying
glass, would you?
What are they?
I'm not sure.
The skin's so discolored from
the decomposition, I can't tell.
The tissue's been traumatized
six... Seven times
on this side...
Looks like she was struck repeatedly
with a weapon of some kind...
Something with a raised
area that broke the skin.
Whatever it was,
there isn't enough left
to get an impression.
What do you think it was?
I don't know. A stick...
A hammer of some kind.
You think she was
bludgeoned to death?
Sure looks like it.
Hand me the scalpel, would you?
I don't think the lab results will tell
us anymore than we already know,
but see if they can squeeze in
another rush for us, okay, Sam.
Will do.
But you are listing the cause of
death as hypovolemic shock, right?
Oh, absolutely... Due to
multiple blunt force trauma.
Listen...
She had so much internal
hemorrhaging from the beating she took,
her heart just didn't have
enough blood left to pump.
Her old body never had a chance.
Not very much for
L.A.'s finest to go on.
Afraid not. Want
a cup of coffee?
No thanks.
Cut the next case. We've
got a long day ahead of us.
Alright.
Sam, as they say in
show biz, that's a wrap.
Sam, you can have
the rest of the night off.
Thanks, Quince.
But I'd better cassette
these tissues before I go.
Okay.
I thought I'd find the two
of you here plugging away.
An honest day for a honest dollar,
that's our motto here in the trenches.
- You finish all of them?
- Yeah.
And with no help
from you, I may add.
- Me?
- Yes, you.
You told me this morning you'd
come down and give us a hand.
Very, very funny.
Oh, Quincy, seriously... It's been a
horrendous day for me too, you know?
And I thought that if I
found you both here,
I'd take you both out to
dinner. What do you say?
Are you going to
pick up the tab?
Of course I'm going
to pick up the tab.
Wow. The wonders never cease.
Well, actually, the county's
going to pick up the tab.
What do you say, Sam?
Thanks anyhow, Dr. Asten,
but I'm too tired to eat.
- Quincy?
- No,
I want to stop at the Chalmers'
apartment on my way home.
We found some
fibers in her hand.
They may belong to her, they
may belong to her assailant.
- I want to check it out.
- Now, Quincy, listen.
I don't want you to go there
and get all involved and be late.
You know, I'm concerned
about you. You look all tired
- and I want you
to get some rest.
- Thank you, I will.
Because I need
you tomorrow, early.
I need you fresh as a daisy.
You're all heart, you know that?
You too, Sam.
Hey, what are we stoppin' for?
I thought we were gonna get
some food, man, I'm starved.
With what, bone-brain?
You got any money?
What do you think?
Yeah, sure.
Your money, man.
Where's your money?
I said where's your money?
Top pocket.
Sixteen bucks?
Where's the rest?
That's all I have.
Don't jive me, sucker!
Now you're making me very mad.
You've been giving
me a hard time, man.
Where's the rest of the money?
Huh? Huh?
I knew he was holding out, man.
Oh!
You've been holding out on us!
Hey! Cut it out!
I'm calling the cops.
This guy is a cop!
The ambulance will
be here any minute, sir.
Come here. Hey!
Wouldn't do that if I were you.
You might have fractured some ribs.
I know.
I'm a doctor.
Easy.
I want you to get
me to the morgue.
What?
I'm with the Coroner's office...
Get me to the morgue.
And get your
dispatcher to call...
Sam Fujiyama.
I'll give you the
number on the way.
Okay, you're the doctor.
- Where is he?
- He's in there.
Oh, my God!
You'd think they'd tell me.
Quincy, what happened?
I got mugged.
Oh, no...
Quince, we've got to
get you to a hospital.
Not yet.
That's why I called you.
Get the evidence kit.
But, Quince...
Don't argue with me.
Please, Sam, do as I ask.
Get the camera and
fingerprint laser...
I... I'm covered with
trace evidence...
I want to get it all...
Every single piece.
Okay... Okay...
Lie still...
Don't move
It'll only take a
second, Quince.
You said they
grabbed your left arm.
Yeah.
He grabbed my wrist and hand.
He grabbed me hard, you should
be able to lift his fingerprints.
Okay...
Turn your head away.
Yeah, we got 'em, Quince.
Good.
We've got photos
of the fingerprints.
I want you to take some
fingernail scrapings.
I know I scratched him.
We have strands of
hair caught in your ring.
Definitely not your color.
Good work.
See if you can get
an isoenzyme type
and a blood type
on the follicles.
Okay, Quince...
Now, can I have
them take you in?
Almost,
Sam, my ribs... Pictures...
They're cracked, Quince.
You know if it's a displaced fracture,
one of the ribs might puncture your lung.
I know...
He kicked me.
Felt like a mule...
Sam...
I want to get pictures of
the pattern of the contusion.
He had a design
on the tip of his boot.
I can't move you for that.
It's just too dangerous.
Please, Sam, don't argue...
Take the pictures.
Okay.
What the hell did
you resist him for?
Rule number one, you
never resist a mugger...
You give them what they want.
Lieutenant, please,
lower your voice.
Sorry.
How many times do I have to tell
you, I never had a chance to resist.
Where's Emily?
- On her way.
- By herself?
This time of night?
Relax, will you, Quincy?
I sent a unit for her,
she'll be here any minute.
You sure you don't
want me to call Asten?
What for?
He can't do anything,
why disturb his sleep?
I'll have Emily come in
first thing in the morning.
The call buzzer is clipped
to your pillow, Doctor.
If you need anything,
just press the button.
- Thanks.
- I'll be back
in a few minutes.
Okay.
Quince! Oh, Quince! Oh!
Oh, I'm sorry, does it hurt?
Because of the head injury they
couldn't give me any painkillers.
Oh, Quince! That
bad, you feel that bad?
I feel like I shared
an intimate moment
with a moving train.
What did the doctor say?
Hesaid I wouldn't be
able to jog for a little while.
- But you never jog.
- See?
He was right.
What did the doctors say?
He said...
I've got a slight concussion,
three cracked ribs,
a lot of bruises and
a world class shiner.
Any internal damage?
Possibly. But it doesn't look
too serious. I'm not passing blood.
That is not conclusive
evidence, Doctor.
I know that very well, Doctor.
Quincy, I've got to get moving so can
you remember anything else about them?
Height, weight, what they
were wearing? Anything?
I told you. It happened
so fast and it was so dark...
Well they're both white,
late teens to early twenties.
The guy in front of you
was about 5'9 ", 5'10".
You have no idea how
tall the other slime was?
No.
Some description, huh?
And you're lucky he's a
trained observer, Lieutenant.
Yeah. With all the details he supplied,
I should have them booked in an hour.
What was that?
Honey,
relax... It's only the nurse.
She dropped something.
Tell her to be more
careful, would you?
I'm sorry about that!
Doctor, I have to
draw some blood.
If you'll excuse us
for just a minute.
Sure... sure...
Honey, I'll be right back.
He took quite a going over.
Did you see his face
when the nurse came in?
Yeah. I thought he was
going to jump out of his skin.
Maybe the beating he
received wasn't just physical.
Maybe he took a
psychological beating as well.
What are you talking about?
A fear reaction.
Oh, no, no... Not Quincy.
The guy deals with
violence every day.
Lieutenant, he knows how to
deal with it when it's the other guy.
This time Quincy's
"The other guy".
And that kind of emotional trauma
doesn't heal as easily as skin and bones.
He's resting now.
I turned off the light and he
shouldn't be disturbed for a while.
Thank you. I'll be very quiet.
Tell Quince I'll stop
back in the morning.
- Thank you. Bye.
- Goodnight.
Em?
Is that you?
Yes, honey...
It's me...
Everything's okay.
Just relax.
Nothing? These are
the most current books.
If they're not in here, I got
a million more downtown.
I didn't say they weren't in
here, they may be, for all I know.
I just don't recognize
any of them, that's all.
Well don't get down on yourself.
Very few people can make an
ID from a mug shot. Now come on.
Look, I'll tell you what. Why
don't I send a police artist...
Lieutenant.
Honey...
The only way I would
recognize those two mutants,
if if you marched them in here and
stood them up at the end of the bed.
Quince, he's only doing his job.
Listen, I didn't get
a good look, okay?
I'm sorry.
Good morning, Quincy.
How's the prize
patient doing today?
Fine. Just fine.
After a couple of days in bed, he's
getting back to his usual, cheerful self.
- That's good, that's good.
- Says who?
He can't ID the creeps and we're no closer
now than we were when he got mugged.
Not true, Lieutenant.
All that trace evidence you
made me collect that night...
I think it paid off.
That's terrific.
You fellas plan to share this information
or do I have to play twenty questions?
- Did you get fingerprints?
- Only fragments, Lieutenant.
Not enough to make
a perfect match.
- Oh, that's great.
- Now,
just hold on, Lieutenant.
First. The photos we took of
the area where you were kicked...
Well we got a clear pattern of
the design on the tip of the boots.
Second, the hair that
was caught in your ring,
we were able to get a blood
type and isoenzyme type.
But more than that, I found a Monilia
infection around the hair follicles.
And remember what
you told Sam that night...
About the fruity smell you
detected around the mugger?
Like he was in ketosis.
Would you tell me what the
three of you are talking about?
What does all this
gibberish mean?
It means, it's possible that one of the
guys who mugged me was a diabetic
who wasn't taking care
of his sickness very well.
Well that certainly
narrows it down, doesn't it?
Oh, it sure does.
Hey, this guy probably has
a record as a youth offender.
The computer should
be able to give me
a list of any youth offenders
who have diabetes.
You know, if that's true,
I'll nail these guys...
Look... Will you excuse
me? I have work to do.
You guys sure have been burning
the midnight oil. I want to thank you.
Oh, don't you worry
about it, Quincy, uh...
- How are you feeling?
- A little better,
a little better.
Well... If it's any consolation, you
know, the worst is behind you now.
Yeah.
Where's your money?
- Quince?
- Yeah?
Honey...
What's the matter? You
couldn't sleep again?
No. Go back to bed. No
sense both of us being up.
- Did you have
another nightmare?
- No, honey.
Go back to bed, please.
Let me get you some hot milk.
No, I really don't
want anything.
Quince, you've been
home for a week now
and I'll bet you haven't slept
more than two hours a night.
Quince, you need your sleep.
When you're at work during
the day I catch a lot of naps.
That's why I can't sleep
at night. I'm all slept out.
- No more nightmares?
- No, no.
Quince, it's nothing
to be ashamed of.
I know that. I would
tell you if I had them.
Darling...
Maybe you're just a little anxious
about getting back to work tomorrow?
Yeah, that's it, like a
racehorse at the starting gate.
You know, maybe getting back to
work is the best medicine for you now.
Yeah.
- Are you sure I
can't get you something?
- No, honey.
Go to bed. I'll
be in in a minute.
Alright, honey.
- I'm out.
- Me too.
Quincy?
Quince, are you in or out?
I call.
Well, that's it.
Read 'em and weep, three ladies.
Okay, you guys are on
your own now, I'm going.
- Good night.
- Wait a second,
where're you going?
Home. Where else would I be
going at 2:00 in the morning?
You can't go out in that
parking lot alone at night.
Send somebody
with her, would you?
Quincy, relax, take it easy.
What do you mean,
"Take it easy."?
People do get mugged
out there, you know?
Quincy, her boyfriend is out
there every night waiting for her.
Right, Diane? Yes he is.
But thanks for your
concern, Dr. Quincy.
- Good night, everybody.
- Good night.
Goodnight!
Look out, Quincy. You're beginning
to see muggers behind every bush.
I think Quincy has lost confidence
in the police department's ability
to protect its citizens.
- Monahan?
- Is that so?
Well you haven't found the guys
who mugged Quincy, have you?
Sam, we have an assault in
the city every twenty minutes...
That's over twenty-six
thousand a year.
The plain truth is, we make
arrests in less than half those cases
and less than a quarter of those
cases see any jail time at all.
I bet a quarter.
So what you're saying is that
every night we
turn over the streets
to the hoodlums and muggers
and give them free reign.
The criminals are free,
but the law abiding
citizens have to be prisoners
in their own homes if
they want to stay alive.
Asten, if you got some kind of miraculous
solution in your pocket, let's have it.
We've got a city of close to
five million people out there
and less than six hundred cops
on the street at any one time.
Those aren't terrific
odds, are they?
No. We do the best we can
with the limited resources
you people allow us.
What do you mean "allow" you?
Just what I said.
We ask for more money for more
manpower and we're always turned down.
Quincy,
we're trying, believe me.
So, give us the benefit
of the doubt, will you?
I'm going to go wash up.
Sam and I gave you that
evidence practically two weeks ago!
We gave you everything, practically,
but the guy's name and shirt size.
And we've been checking
them all out. It takes time.
From the information
you gave us,
we pulled a list of twenty
guys out of the computer.
We've picked up
and questioned most of them
and they all had
iron-clad alibis.
We still have a few names to
go. Don't worry, we'll get 'em.
And maybe it's even
better if we don't.
- What do you mean by that?
- Even if we find the guys,
by the time they finish plea bargaining
and the court slaps them on the wrist,
they're out in ninety days.
- And they keep on mugging,
again? Oh, boy.
- Yeah.
Sometimes they even
go back after the people
who fingered them
in the first place and...
Quincy, I didn't
mean it like that.
It's okay, Brill.
Cash me out, would you? And
Danny, I'll pick you up tomorrow.
Quincy. The night's young
and I'm winning for a change.
Stay for another few hands.
Come on, you haven't
lost all your money yet?
No, I'll lose it next week.
I'm kind of tired. First day
back at work, remember?
You're right. Get some sleep.
I'll see you bright and early.
Do you want me to walk
out with you, Quince?
No, no, no, Sam. Stay put.
Try to win back your money.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Use the side door! French lock!
See you in the
morning, goodnight.
Goodnight, Quince.
I'm sorry, Quince, you
left your keys on the table.
Don't you ever do
that to me again.
Never!
- Good morning, honey.
- Oh, good morning.
- Sleep well?
- Like a log.
- Really?
- Yeah.
The minute my head hit the
pillow, I was out like a light.
Yeah?
Mmm-hmm.
You mean you found him?
That's right, Quincy,
about an hour ago.
I thought you would.
- Yeah.
- Now, we need your positive
ID. Okay?
Sure.
See you later this morning.
Okay, bye.
Who was that, honey?
Oh, it was Sam. Kids
were working on the...
Do you have time
for some breakfast?
No I don't, honey.
I've really got to go.
Bye-bye.
Looks like the first
bullet passed right
through him with little
damage to the brain.
So it was the second
one that killed him.
Yeah. We still have to get that slug
over to police ballistics right away.
Right.
Yeah?
Hi, Lieutenant.
No, no... I didn't forget. I got
swamped the minute I walked in here...
Honestly, Lieutenant, I'll stop in
the minute I can spring myself loose.
Okay, Quincy. I'll
expect you this afternoon.
Oh, and don't forget, Quincy,
I've got a lot of circumstantial
evidence on these creeps,
but I need your positive
ID to make it stick.
And I can only hold them
for another thirty-six hours.
I know the law, Lieutenant.
Now I'll be there as soon as
I can. Don't press me, okay?
If I didn't know better,
I'd say we have another
reluctant witness on our hands.
Yes,
uh-huh,
I will.
And thank you very
much for calling.
Goodbye.
You're home early today, honey.
Mmm-hmm.
And how was your day?
Real busy. I'm glad to be
home. Who was on the phone?
Lieutenant Monahan.
Oh, no, I got so busy today,
I forgot to call him back.
You forgot?
I didn't have a moment to myself. I'll
take care of it first thing in the morning.
Oh, Quincy, for Pete's sake, please
credit me for having more brains than that!
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about your natural reluctance
to face the source of your fear...
Your attackers.
- Are you going to
play shrink with me?
- No.
I'm going to play wife with you!
Quincy, honey, I love you. I'm
concerned and worried about you.
I'm okay. I'm just a
little tired, that's all.
I'm talking about
your mental health.
Please.
Honey, please, let me
call Dr. Schoenbeck for you.
No.
I don't need him.
I'm handling it.
No you're not!
I'm telling you, Quince,
you're not handling it.
You've got to talk
to somebody...
You can't talk to me,
I'm too close to you.
But you've got to talk to somebody who's
a specialist in victims of violent crimes.
There are well documented
behavior patterns and reactions
and you're going through
every single one of them.
I'm okay,
I want you to hear
this, Emily. I am okay!
Alright.
I just want you to realize that
unless you identify those
monsters and put them away,
they are going to be back on the
street in about twenty-four hours
beating, and maybe even
killing innocent people.
Honey, I don't want you to live
with that on your conscience.
Dr. Schoenbeck, I have spent
the greater part of my adult life
dealing with victims
of violent crimes.
Victims of shootings,
stabbings, rape...
Assault, murder,
and I've had to comfort their families and
sometimes lie and say they didn't suffer.
But until I was
attacked and beaten,
I never fully realized the meaning
of the words "Fear" and "Terror".
We pay lip service to
someone else's suffering, but,
we never know how truly
terrifying it is until it happens to us.
And it's that fear, this...
Overwhelming fear that I
just can't seem to shake.
It seems perfectly
understandable, to me, Doctor.
It doesn't seem like
an unhealthy response.
You mean what I'm going
through is normal and healthy?
Under the circumstances,
yes. If you weren't afraid
then I think we'd really have
something to worry about.
But our current problem...
We have to find a way to help
you to deal with this fear sufficiently.
We allow you to go to the police
station and identify your assailants, yes?
That's right. I was hoping
you could help me with that.
Yeah, I think I can.
Dr. Quincy,
have you any idea what
you're really afraid of?
Nothing. Everything.
It's crazy, I don't know.
This is crisis intervention... Let
me try to save you a little time here.
Dr. Quincy...
When you were beaten
into submission,
with you lying on
the floor, helpless...
Did you feel your your dignity,
your masculinity, was
called into question?
That you should have fought
back valiantly and prevailed?
Are you asking if I feel I'm a
coward for not fighting back?
You tell me.
- Well, you know...
- Dr. Quincy,
I know you would be much
more comfortable moving on
but it is avoiding the work.
We have so much to do,
we have so little time, so
can you see if you can sit?
Sure.
Isn't the feeling of cowardice
justified in this case?
Didn't you tell me yourself
that there wasn't any time?
You never had the time
to decide to be a coward.
Dr. Quincy, now,
while you're
thinking about this,
how do you feel about it?
- Mad.
- And then?
Who are you mad at?
Are you mad at yourself?
- No, mad at those
two degenerates who...
- You're mad at them?
- How mad are you at them?
- Like I want to...
What?
Kill them?
Yes.
Dr. Quincy can we safely say
that one of the things you're afraid of
is your own anger
Dr. Quincy...
Do you see yourself
as a violent person?
No, I've never thought
of myself as one, no.
- No history of
violent behavior?
- No.
Then what makes you think
you're suddenly going to change
a lifetime of
non-violent behavior
and act out a violent fantasy?
You're saying this is a fantasy?
And a very normal one.
The aggressor is all out of proportion,
scale of violence is out of proportion,
what you fear as a reaction from
yourself is all out of proportion,
and your imagination.
Dr. Schoenbeck,
I have to identify
them very soon.
I mean, they're going to be out
on the streets in a matter of hours.
I don't know what to do.
I can't seem to shake this fear.
Are you willing for
them to go free?
I don't want them to.
Then I cannot tell you
what to do, Dr. Quincy.
But I can tell you that if you
cannot confront your fantasy,
if you cannot reassert
your own reality,
you're going to be
carrying the burden
of the fear
and the rage and the
guilt and the depression
for a long, long time.
And it will not get any better.
So it boils down to
what I'm more afraid of
them or my own violence.
Or both.
Can you bear to find out?
May I use your phone?
Lieutenant
Monahan... Dr. Quincy.
I'm coming in to identify him.
But it's got to be done my way.
You know, the older I
get, the less I understand.
Would you please tell me what Quincy thinks
he's going to prove with this scheme?
It's no scheme, Lieutenant,
and he's not out to prove anything except
there's nothing to fear in a fantasy.
Well, well, well. What
do we have here?
You're that potato head
screwball thinks I
messed up, right?
What's the matter, sucker,
cat got your tongue?
So
What's the game, man, huh?
The cops didn't bring me down here
just so you can look at my pretty face...
Oh, yeah, yeah,
it's all coming back.
You've got the badge...
You're a cop, right?
Now I got it, sucker.
They dragged me down here
for you to identify me, right?
Well you think
you got hurt before,
that was just ring
around the rosy
next to what I'll do to you
if you say something dumb,
you got me, sucker?
You say one word...
And you're dog meat!
- I've got to get in there!
- Oh, no, no, Lieutenant!
Lieutenant, please! He'll
stop himself. I know he will.
- Just let him work
this thing through.
- I can't do that.
You...
Lieutenant, look!
No...
I'm not going to come
down to your level.
You intimidated me like
you did so many others.
I was going to let you get
away with your violence.
I was going to close my
eyes. Anything not to face you!
But no more!
There's no reason to be
intimidated by you. You're nothing!
Without your friend you're
nothing. He gave you the edge.
Dr. Schoenbeck was right.
My fear of you was pure fantasy.
Oh, you're a real danger
to my physical being,
but not to my real being.
That's what I just found out.
You chose to live your
life through violence.
I have a choice, too.
I choose civility.
And in the long run
I'm going to win.
- Get out! Get him out of here!
- Hold it!
And you can forget
about the assault rap.
If I'm right, you're going
down for murder one.
I can't believe what I did.
I've never been so
scared in all my life.
Scared of him?
Scared of him,
scared of myself.
Scared of what I'm capable of.
I wanted to kill him.
I'm no better than he is.
That's where you're
wrong, Quincy.
You stopped yourself.
He would never
have stopped himself.
But what makes you think
the guys who beat you up
had anything to do with
Vivian Chalmers' death?
The torn skin on my
side where they kicked me
looked like these ribs we
found on Vivian Chalmers
and it was the
same neighborhood.
But we couldn't see a
pattern in the contusions
because the body
was too decomposed.
We'll see if we can do
something about that. All set Sam?
Yeah, I think so. Cameras,
lights, infrared filter
and I loaded fresh
infrared film in the camera.
You really think this'll work?
It looked good on paper.
Just keep your
fingers crossed, Sam.
Alright, hit the lights.
Okay.
First we have to remove the
decomposed skin from the wounds carefully.
Turn on the monitor...
Focus on this rip right
here, will you, Sam?
Okay... Drop in
the infrared filter.
Alright, there it is.
Sam, hold it... Focus.
Quince, you were right!
The infrared light goes right
through the skin discoloration...
It makes it disappear.
And the only thing that's
left is the bruise pattern.
The same design
as the tip of his boot.
It's a perfect match. The star,
the filigree... It's all in this bruise.
Hector Wayne kicked
Vivian Chalmers to death.
We're looking at
murder in the first degree.
How's it going?
Just the man I was looking for.
Sam, take some
stills of every bruise.
We're going into court
with everything we can.
- Fine.
- I can give you conclusive,
scientific evidence
that Hector Wayne viciously
murdered Vivian Chalmers.
Terrific.
And now his pal is singing
like a singed canary.
- So the DA's
going for murder one?
- If nothing else.
Well...
Maybe we can prevent someone else from
becoming a victim like Vivian Chalmers.
Or Dr. Quincy.
Crib job?
That's short for taking
candy from a baby.
I'm covered with trace evidence.
I want to get it all.
I'm sorry, Quince.
Don't you ever do
that to me again.
You've got to talk to somebody.
I want you to hear
this, Emily. I am okay!
Do you want to kill him?
Yes.
You say one word
and you're dog meat.
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the most fascinating
sphere of police work,
the world of forensic medicine.
- Ed?
- Yeah, Quince?
Make sure you get pictures
of all the bloodstains, Eddie.
Okay.
We're ready to
transport, Doctor.
Okay. Take her downtown and log her in.
I'll finish the paperwork in the morning.
All right, folks, it's all over,
go on back to your homes...
Go ahead, it's all over here.
Come on.
There you go. Thank you.
Oh, man.
How long was she dead, Quincy?
Oh, about two days.
No wonder.
Nice way to spend a
Sunday afternoon, huh?
The wolves have been out all day.
But they save the worst for last...
A poor old arthritic woman
murdered in her own home.
You get anything? Not much.
It looks like a basic crib job.
Crib job?
Yeah. That's what
the punks call it,
it's short for taking
candy from a baby.
Quincy, I get hundreds of
these the first of part of the month
when Social Security
checks come out.
Two, three punks follow
an elderly person home,
push their way in and mug them.
That's the way it is.
This wasn't just a
mugging. It was murder.
I hope you nail them and
I hope you nail them fast.
What can I say, Quince?
We're up to four murders a day in this
city and I can't crack every one of them.
Maybe I'll come up
with something as post.
Listen, you give me
something to go on,
anything, and I'll nail
the creeps who did this.
If I don't it won't be
because I didn't try.
I got a changing with Emily.
She's waiting for me at Danny's.
Yeah, see you later.
Get me a glass of white
wine, would you, honey?
Hi, honey.
Sorry I'm late, honey,
it was a last minute call.
Oh. What was it?
An elderly woman was mugged
and killed in her own apartment.
- Oh, Quince, that's terrible.
- Yeah.
- Do they have any
idea who the killer is?
- No.
And the odds are
against us finding out.
Do you know that we record over twelve
hundred homicides a year in this city?
Monahan's unit is swamped,
so they concentrate on cases
where at least they have a
chance of getting a conviction.
It's a sad fact
a murder like
this is low priority.
That's disgraceful.
That's the way it goes.
- Some morning.
- You're telling me.
What are you doing here?
Oh... This week
hasn't even begun
and I feel like I'm already a
day behind. Look at this mess.
Yeah, I see. What happened?
We hit the jackpot this weekend.
Twenty-seven homicides
within seventy-two hours.
Can you believe it?
Here, Quincy, I'm
sorry to do this to you.
Six autopsies? Who
can do six in one day?
You can.
Dr. Rasmussen called in sick
and we've got this mess in
addition to our regular caseload.
Plus, the DA's been
screaming for Friday's work,
the spec machine is
down and the plumbing is...
Alright, alright.
We'll get them done.
Alright, I knew I
could count on you.
And as soon as I can, I'll
come down and give you a hand.
You promise?
I guess since you were there you know
most of the details in the police report.
Yeah.
Victim is Vivian Chalmers,
age seventy-two...
Seventy-two?
I thought she was a lot younger.
That's what it says here.
She lived alone in the same apartment
since her husband died in 1977.
Three children, five grandchildren
and two great-grandchildren...
Seventy-two years old.
Probably never hurt a soul in her
entire life and this is how she's repaid.
It really looks like she
took quite a beating.
Yeah...
Bruises, contusions, abrasions around
the left side of her face and neck...
Feels like her jaw
is broken here...
Defensive bruises
along her left arm.
Sam, what does
it look like to you?
Multiple trauma?
The skin's disrupted in several places
around her pelvis and upper thigh.
Hand me the manifying
glass, would you?
What are they?
I'm not sure.
The skin's so discolored from
the decomposition, I can't tell.
The tissue's been traumatized
six... Seven times
on this side...
Looks like she was struck repeatedly
with a weapon of some kind...
Something with a raised
area that broke the skin.
Whatever it was,
there isn't enough left
to get an impression.
What do you think it was?
I don't know. A stick...
A hammer of some kind.
You think she was
bludgeoned to death?
Sure looks like it.
Hand me the scalpel, would you?
I don't think the lab results will tell
us anymore than we already know,
but see if they can squeeze in
another rush for us, okay, Sam.
Will do.
But you are listing the cause of
death as hypovolemic shock, right?
Oh, absolutely... Due to
multiple blunt force trauma.
Listen...
She had so much internal
hemorrhaging from the beating she took,
her heart just didn't have
enough blood left to pump.
Her old body never had a chance.
Not very much for
L.A.'s finest to go on.
Afraid not. Want
a cup of coffee?
No thanks.
Cut the next case. We've
got a long day ahead of us.
Alright.
Sam, as they say in
show biz, that's a wrap.
Sam, you can have
the rest of the night off.
Thanks, Quince.
But I'd better cassette
these tissues before I go.
Okay.
I thought I'd find the two
of you here plugging away.
An honest day for a honest dollar,
that's our motto here in the trenches.
- You finish all of them?
- Yeah.
And with no help
from you, I may add.
- Me?
- Yes, you.
You told me this morning you'd
come down and give us a hand.
Very, very funny.
Oh, Quincy, seriously... It's been a
horrendous day for me too, you know?
And I thought that if I
found you both here,
I'd take you both out to
dinner. What do you say?
Are you going to
pick up the tab?
Of course I'm going
to pick up the tab.
Wow. The wonders never cease.
Well, actually, the county's
going to pick up the tab.
What do you say, Sam?
Thanks anyhow, Dr. Asten,
but I'm too tired to eat.
- Quincy?
- No,
I want to stop at the Chalmers'
apartment on my way home.
We found some
fibers in her hand.
They may belong to her, they
may belong to her assailant.
- I want to check it out.
- Now, Quincy, listen.
I don't want you to go there
and get all involved and be late.
You know, I'm concerned
about you. You look all tired
- and I want you
to get some rest.
- Thank you, I will.
Because I need
you tomorrow, early.
I need you fresh as a daisy.
You're all heart, you know that?
You too, Sam.
Hey, what are we stoppin' for?
I thought we were gonna get
some food, man, I'm starved.
With what, bone-brain?
You got any money?
What do you think?
Yeah, sure.
Your money, man.
Where's your money?
I said where's your money?
Top pocket.
Sixteen bucks?
Where's the rest?
That's all I have.
Don't jive me, sucker!
Now you're making me very mad.
You've been giving
me a hard time, man.
Where's the rest of the money?
Huh? Huh?
I knew he was holding out, man.
Oh!
You've been holding out on us!
Hey! Cut it out!
I'm calling the cops.
This guy is a cop!
The ambulance will
be here any minute, sir.
Come here. Hey!
Wouldn't do that if I were you.
You might have fractured some ribs.
I know.
I'm a doctor.
Easy.
I want you to get
me to the morgue.
What?
I'm with the Coroner's office...
Get me to the morgue.
And get your
dispatcher to call...
Sam Fujiyama.
I'll give you the
number on the way.
Okay, you're the doctor.
- Where is he?
- He's in there.
Oh, my God!
You'd think they'd tell me.
Quincy, what happened?
I got mugged.
Oh, no...
Quince, we've got to
get you to a hospital.
Not yet.
That's why I called you.
Get the evidence kit.
But, Quince...
Don't argue with me.
Please, Sam, do as I ask.
Get the camera and
fingerprint laser...
I... I'm covered with
trace evidence...
I want to get it all...
Every single piece.
Okay... Okay...
Lie still...
Don't move
It'll only take a
second, Quince.
You said they
grabbed your left arm.
Yeah.
He grabbed my wrist and hand.
He grabbed me hard, you should
be able to lift his fingerprints.
Okay...
Turn your head away.
Yeah, we got 'em, Quince.
Good.
We've got photos
of the fingerprints.
I want you to take some
fingernail scrapings.
I know I scratched him.
We have strands of
hair caught in your ring.
Definitely not your color.
Good work.
See if you can get
an isoenzyme type
and a blood type
on the follicles.
Okay, Quince...
Now, can I have
them take you in?
Almost,
Sam, my ribs... Pictures...
They're cracked, Quince.
You know if it's a displaced fracture,
one of the ribs might puncture your lung.
I know...
He kicked me.
Felt like a mule...
Sam...
I want to get pictures of
the pattern of the contusion.
He had a design
on the tip of his boot.
I can't move you for that.
It's just too dangerous.
Please, Sam, don't argue...
Take the pictures.
Okay.
What the hell did
you resist him for?
Rule number one, you
never resist a mugger...
You give them what they want.
Lieutenant, please,
lower your voice.
Sorry.
How many times do I have to tell
you, I never had a chance to resist.
Where's Emily?
- On her way.
- By herself?
This time of night?
Relax, will you, Quincy?
I sent a unit for her,
she'll be here any minute.
You sure you don't
want me to call Asten?
What for?
He can't do anything,
why disturb his sleep?
I'll have Emily come in
first thing in the morning.
The call buzzer is clipped
to your pillow, Doctor.
If you need anything,
just press the button.
- Thanks.
- I'll be back
in a few minutes.
Okay.
Quince! Oh, Quince! Oh!
Oh, I'm sorry, does it hurt?
Because of the head injury they
couldn't give me any painkillers.
Oh, Quince! That
bad, you feel that bad?
I feel like I shared
an intimate moment
with a moving train.
What did the doctor say?
Hesaid I wouldn't be
able to jog for a little while.
- But you never jog.
- See?
He was right.
What did the doctors say?
He said...
I've got a slight concussion,
three cracked ribs,
a lot of bruises and
a world class shiner.
Any internal damage?
Possibly. But it doesn't look
too serious. I'm not passing blood.
That is not conclusive
evidence, Doctor.
I know that very well, Doctor.
Quincy, I've got to get moving so can
you remember anything else about them?
Height, weight, what they
were wearing? Anything?
I told you. It happened
so fast and it was so dark...
Well they're both white,
late teens to early twenties.
The guy in front of you
was about 5'9 ", 5'10".
You have no idea how
tall the other slime was?
No.
Some description, huh?
And you're lucky he's a
trained observer, Lieutenant.
Yeah. With all the details he supplied,
I should have them booked in an hour.
What was that?
Honey,
relax... It's only the nurse.
She dropped something.
Tell her to be more
careful, would you?
I'm sorry about that!
Doctor, I have to
draw some blood.
If you'll excuse us
for just a minute.
Sure... sure...
Honey, I'll be right back.
He took quite a going over.
Did you see his face
when the nurse came in?
Yeah. I thought he was
going to jump out of his skin.
Maybe the beating he
received wasn't just physical.
Maybe he took a
psychological beating as well.
What are you talking about?
A fear reaction.
Oh, no, no... Not Quincy.
The guy deals with
violence every day.
Lieutenant, he knows how to
deal with it when it's the other guy.
This time Quincy's
"The other guy".
And that kind of emotional trauma
doesn't heal as easily as skin and bones.
He's resting now.
I turned off the light and he
shouldn't be disturbed for a while.
Thank you. I'll be very quiet.
Tell Quince I'll stop
back in the morning.
- Thank you. Bye.
- Goodnight.
Em?
Is that you?
Yes, honey...
It's me...
Everything's okay.
Just relax.
Nothing? These are
the most current books.
If they're not in here, I got
a million more downtown.
I didn't say they weren't in
here, they may be, for all I know.
I just don't recognize
any of them, that's all.
Well don't get down on yourself.
Very few people can make an
ID from a mug shot. Now come on.
Look, I'll tell you what. Why
don't I send a police artist...
Lieutenant.
Honey...
The only way I would
recognize those two mutants,
if if you marched them in here and
stood them up at the end of the bed.
Quince, he's only doing his job.
Listen, I didn't get
a good look, okay?
I'm sorry.
Good morning, Quincy.
How's the prize
patient doing today?
Fine. Just fine.
After a couple of days in bed, he's
getting back to his usual, cheerful self.
- That's good, that's good.
- Says who?
He can't ID the creeps and we're no closer
now than we were when he got mugged.
Not true, Lieutenant.
All that trace evidence you
made me collect that night...
I think it paid off.
That's terrific.
You fellas plan to share this information
or do I have to play twenty questions?
- Did you get fingerprints?
- Only fragments, Lieutenant.
Not enough to make
a perfect match.
- Oh, that's great.
- Now,
just hold on, Lieutenant.
First. The photos we took of
the area where you were kicked...
Well we got a clear pattern of
the design on the tip of the boots.
Second, the hair that
was caught in your ring,
we were able to get a blood
type and isoenzyme type.
But more than that, I found a Monilia
infection around the hair follicles.
And remember what
you told Sam that night...
About the fruity smell you
detected around the mugger?
Like he was in ketosis.
Would you tell me what the
three of you are talking about?
What does all this
gibberish mean?
It means, it's possible that one of the
guys who mugged me was a diabetic
who wasn't taking care
of his sickness very well.
Well that certainly
narrows it down, doesn't it?
Oh, it sure does.
Hey, this guy probably has
a record as a youth offender.
The computer should
be able to give me
a list of any youth offenders
who have diabetes.
You know, if that's true,
I'll nail these guys...
Look... Will you excuse
me? I have work to do.
You guys sure have been burning
the midnight oil. I want to thank you.
Oh, don't you worry
about it, Quincy, uh...
- How are you feeling?
- A little better,
a little better.
Well... If it's any consolation, you
know, the worst is behind you now.
Yeah.
Where's your money?
- Quince?
- Yeah?
Honey...
What's the matter? You
couldn't sleep again?
No. Go back to bed. No
sense both of us being up.
- Did you have
another nightmare?
- No, honey.
Go back to bed, please.
Let me get you some hot milk.
No, I really don't
want anything.
Quince, you've been
home for a week now
and I'll bet you haven't slept
more than two hours a night.
Quince, you need your sleep.
When you're at work during
the day I catch a lot of naps.
That's why I can't sleep
at night. I'm all slept out.
- No more nightmares?
- No, no.
Quince, it's nothing
to be ashamed of.
I know that. I would
tell you if I had them.
Darling...
Maybe you're just a little anxious
about getting back to work tomorrow?
Yeah, that's it, like a
racehorse at the starting gate.
You know, maybe getting back to
work is the best medicine for you now.
Yeah.
- Are you sure I
can't get you something?
- No, honey.
Go to bed. I'll
be in in a minute.
Alright, honey.
- I'm out.
- Me too.
Quincy?
Quince, are you in or out?
I call.
Well, that's it.
Read 'em and weep, three ladies.
Okay, you guys are on
your own now, I'm going.
- Good night.
- Wait a second,
where're you going?
Home. Where else would I be
going at 2:00 in the morning?
You can't go out in that
parking lot alone at night.
Send somebody
with her, would you?
Quincy, relax, take it easy.
What do you mean,
"Take it easy."?
People do get mugged
out there, you know?
Quincy, her boyfriend is out
there every night waiting for her.
Right, Diane? Yes he is.
But thanks for your
concern, Dr. Quincy.
- Good night, everybody.
- Good night.
Goodnight!
Look out, Quincy. You're beginning
to see muggers behind every bush.
I think Quincy has lost confidence
in the police department's ability
to protect its citizens.
- Monahan?
- Is that so?
Well you haven't found the guys
who mugged Quincy, have you?
Sam, we have an assault in
the city every twenty minutes...
That's over twenty-six
thousand a year.
The plain truth is, we make
arrests in less than half those cases
and less than a quarter of those
cases see any jail time at all.
I bet a quarter.
So what you're saying is that
every night we
turn over the streets
to the hoodlums and muggers
and give them free reign.
The criminals are free,
but the law abiding
citizens have to be prisoners
in their own homes if
they want to stay alive.
Asten, if you got some kind of miraculous
solution in your pocket, let's have it.
We've got a city of close to
five million people out there
and less than six hundred cops
on the street at any one time.
Those aren't terrific
odds, are they?
No. We do the best we can
with the limited resources
you people allow us.
What do you mean "allow" you?
Just what I said.
We ask for more money for more
manpower and we're always turned down.
Quincy,
we're trying, believe me.
So, give us the benefit
of the doubt, will you?
I'm going to go wash up.
Sam and I gave you that
evidence practically two weeks ago!
We gave you everything, practically,
but the guy's name and shirt size.
And we've been checking
them all out. It takes time.
From the information
you gave us,
we pulled a list of twenty
guys out of the computer.
We've picked up
and questioned most of them
and they all had
iron-clad alibis.
We still have a few names to
go. Don't worry, we'll get 'em.
And maybe it's even
better if we don't.
- What do you mean by that?
- Even if we find the guys,
by the time they finish plea bargaining
and the court slaps them on the wrist,
they're out in ninety days.
- And they keep on mugging,
again? Oh, boy.
- Yeah.
Sometimes they even
go back after the people
who fingered them
in the first place and...
Quincy, I didn't
mean it like that.
It's okay, Brill.
Cash me out, would you? And
Danny, I'll pick you up tomorrow.
Quincy. The night's young
and I'm winning for a change.
Stay for another few hands.
Come on, you haven't
lost all your money yet?
No, I'll lose it next week.
I'm kind of tired. First day
back at work, remember?
You're right. Get some sleep.
I'll see you bright and early.
Do you want me to walk
out with you, Quince?
No, no, no, Sam. Stay put.
Try to win back your money.
- I'll see you tomorrow.
- Use the side door! French lock!
See you in the
morning, goodnight.
Goodnight, Quince.
I'm sorry, Quince, you
left your keys on the table.
Don't you ever do
that to me again.
Never!
- Good morning, honey.
- Oh, good morning.
- Sleep well?
- Like a log.
- Really?
- Yeah.
The minute my head hit the
pillow, I was out like a light.
Yeah?
Mmm-hmm.
You mean you found him?
That's right, Quincy,
about an hour ago.
I thought you would.
- Yeah.
- Now, we need your positive
ID. Okay?
Sure.
See you later this morning.
Okay, bye.
Who was that, honey?
Oh, it was Sam. Kids
were working on the...
Do you have time
for some breakfast?
No I don't, honey.
I've really got to go.
Bye-bye.
Looks like the first
bullet passed right
through him with little
damage to the brain.
So it was the second
one that killed him.
Yeah. We still have to get that slug
over to police ballistics right away.
Right.
Yeah?
Hi, Lieutenant.
No, no... I didn't forget. I got
swamped the minute I walked in here...
Honestly, Lieutenant, I'll stop in
the minute I can spring myself loose.
Okay, Quincy. I'll
expect you this afternoon.
Oh, and don't forget, Quincy,
I've got a lot of circumstantial
evidence on these creeps,
but I need your positive
ID to make it stick.
And I can only hold them
for another thirty-six hours.
I know the law, Lieutenant.
Now I'll be there as soon as
I can. Don't press me, okay?
If I didn't know better,
I'd say we have another
reluctant witness on our hands.
Yes,
uh-huh,
I will.
And thank you very
much for calling.
Goodbye.
You're home early today, honey.
Mmm-hmm.
And how was your day?
Real busy. I'm glad to be
home. Who was on the phone?
Lieutenant Monahan.
Oh, no, I got so busy today,
I forgot to call him back.
You forgot?
I didn't have a moment to myself. I'll
take care of it first thing in the morning.
Oh, Quincy, for Pete's sake, please
credit me for having more brains than that!
What are you talking about?
I'm talking about your natural reluctance
to face the source of your fear...
Your attackers.
- Are you going to
play shrink with me?
- No.
I'm going to play wife with you!
Quincy, honey, I love you. I'm
concerned and worried about you.
I'm okay. I'm just a
little tired, that's all.
I'm talking about
your mental health.
Please.
Honey, please, let me
call Dr. Schoenbeck for you.
No.
I don't need him.
I'm handling it.
No you're not!
I'm telling you, Quince,
you're not handling it.
You've got to talk
to somebody...
You can't talk to me,
I'm too close to you.
But you've got to talk to somebody who's
a specialist in victims of violent crimes.
There are well documented
behavior patterns and reactions
and you're going through
every single one of them.
I'm okay,
I want you to hear
this, Emily. I am okay!
Alright.
I just want you to realize that
unless you identify those
monsters and put them away,
they are going to be back on the
street in about twenty-four hours
beating, and maybe even
killing innocent people.
Honey, I don't want you to live
with that on your conscience.
Dr. Schoenbeck, I have spent
the greater part of my adult life
dealing with victims
of violent crimes.
Victims of shootings,
stabbings, rape...
Assault, murder,
and I've had to comfort their families and
sometimes lie and say they didn't suffer.
But until I was
attacked and beaten,
I never fully realized the meaning
of the words "Fear" and "Terror".
We pay lip service to
someone else's suffering, but,
we never know how truly
terrifying it is until it happens to us.
And it's that fear, this...
Overwhelming fear that I
just can't seem to shake.
It seems perfectly
understandable, to me, Doctor.
It doesn't seem like
an unhealthy response.
You mean what I'm going
through is normal and healthy?
Under the circumstances,
yes. If you weren't afraid
then I think we'd really have
something to worry about.
But our current problem...
We have to find a way to help
you to deal with this fear sufficiently.
We allow you to go to the police
station and identify your assailants, yes?
That's right. I was hoping
you could help me with that.
Yeah, I think I can.
Dr. Quincy,
have you any idea what
you're really afraid of?
Nothing. Everything.
It's crazy, I don't know.
This is crisis intervention... Let
me try to save you a little time here.
Dr. Quincy...
When you were beaten
into submission,
with you lying on
the floor, helpless...
Did you feel your your dignity,
your masculinity, was
called into question?
That you should have fought
back valiantly and prevailed?
Are you asking if I feel I'm a
coward for not fighting back?
You tell me.
- Well, you know...
- Dr. Quincy,
I know you would be much
more comfortable moving on
but it is avoiding the work.
We have so much to do,
we have so little time, so
can you see if you can sit?
Sure.
Isn't the feeling of cowardice
justified in this case?
Didn't you tell me yourself
that there wasn't any time?
You never had the time
to decide to be a coward.
Dr. Quincy, now,
while you're
thinking about this,
how do you feel about it?
- Mad.
- And then?
Who are you mad at?
Are you mad at yourself?
- No, mad at those
two degenerates who...
- You're mad at them?
- How mad are you at them?
- Like I want to...
What?
Kill them?
Yes.
Dr. Quincy can we safely say
that one of the things you're afraid of
is your own anger
Dr. Quincy...
Do you see yourself
as a violent person?
No, I've never thought
of myself as one, no.
- No history of
violent behavior?
- No.
Then what makes you think
you're suddenly going to change
a lifetime of
non-violent behavior
and act out a violent fantasy?
You're saying this is a fantasy?
And a very normal one.
The aggressor is all out of proportion,
scale of violence is out of proportion,
what you fear as a reaction from
yourself is all out of proportion,
and your imagination.
Dr. Schoenbeck,
I have to identify
them very soon.
I mean, they're going to be out
on the streets in a matter of hours.
I don't know what to do.
I can't seem to shake this fear.
Are you willing for
them to go free?
I don't want them to.
Then I cannot tell you
what to do, Dr. Quincy.
But I can tell you that if you
cannot confront your fantasy,
if you cannot reassert
your own reality,
you're going to be
carrying the burden
of the fear
and the rage and the
guilt and the depression
for a long, long time.
And it will not get any better.
So it boils down to
what I'm more afraid of
them or my own violence.
Or both.
Can you bear to find out?
May I use your phone?
Lieutenant
Monahan... Dr. Quincy.
I'm coming in to identify him.
But it's got to be done my way.
You know, the older I
get, the less I understand.
Would you please tell me what Quincy thinks
he's going to prove with this scheme?
It's no scheme, Lieutenant,
and he's not out to prove anything except
there's nothing to fear in a fantasy.
Well, well, well. What
do we have here?
You're that potato head
screwball thinks I
messed up, right?
What's the matter, sucker,
cat got your tongue?
So
What's the game, man, huh?
The cops didn't bring me down here
just so you can look at my pretty face...
Oh, yeah, yeah,
it's all coming back.
You've got the badge...
You're a cop, right?
Now I got it, sucker.
They dragged me down here
for you to identify me, right?
Well you think
you got hurt before,
that was just ring
around the rosy
next to what I'll do to you
if you say something dumb,
you got me, sucker?
You say one word...
And you're dog meat!
- I've got to get in there!
- Oh, no, no, Lieutenant!
Lieutenant, please! He'll
stop himself. I know he will.
- Just let him work
this thing through.
- I can't do that.
You...
Lieutenant, look!
No...
I'm not going to come
down to your level.
You intimidated me like
you did so many others.
I was going to let you get
away with your violence.
I was going to close my
eyes. Anything not to face you!
But no more!
There's no reason to be
intimidated by you. You're nothing!
Without your friend you're
nothing. He gave you the edge.
Dr. Schoenbeck was right.
My fear of you was pure fantasy.
Oh, you're a real danger
to my physical being,
but not to my real being.
That's what I just found out.
You chose to live your
life through violence.
I have a choice, too.
I choose civility.
And in the long run
I'm going to win.
- Get out! Get him out of here!
- Hold it!
And you can forget
about the assault rap.
If I'm right, you're going
down for murder one.
I can't believe what I did.
I've never been so
scared in all my life.
Scared of him?
Scared of him,
scared of myself.
Scared of what I'm capable of.
I wanted to kill him.
I'm no better than he is.
That's where you're
wrong, Quincy.
You stopped yourself.
He would never
have stopped himself.
But what makes you think
the guys who beat you up
had anything to do with
Vivian Chalmers' death?
The torn skin on my
side where they kicked me
looked like these ribs we
found on Vivian Chalmers
and it was the
same neighborhood.
But we couldn't see a
pattern in the contusions
because the body
was too decomposed.
We'll see if we can do
something about that. All set Sam?
Yeah, I think so. Cameras,
lights, infrared filter
and I loaded fresh
infrared film in the camera.
You really think this'll work?
It looked good on paper.
Just keep your
fingers crossed, Sam.
Alright, hit the lights.
Okay.
First we have to remove the
decomposed skin from the wounds carefully.
Turn on the monitor...
Focus on this rip right
here, will you, Sam?
Okay... Drop in
the infrared filter.
Alright, there it is.
Sam, hold it... Focus.
Quince, you were right!
The infrared light goes right
through the skin discoloration...
It makes it disappear.
And the only thing that's
left is the bruise pattern.
The same design
as the tip of his boot.
It's a perfect match. The star,
the filigree... It's all in this bruise.
Hector Wayne kicked
Vivian Chalmers to death.
We're looking at
murder in the first degree.
How's it going?
Just the man I was looking for.
Sam, take some
stills of every bruise.
We're going into court
with everything we can.
- Fine.
- I can give you conclusive,
scientific evidence
that Hector Wayne viciously
murdered Vivian Chalmers.
Terrific.
And now his pal is singing
like a singed canary.
- So the DA's
going for murder one?
- If nothing else.
Well...
Maybe we can prevent someone else from
becoming a victim like Vivian Chalmers.
Or Dr. Quincy.