All language subtitles for Quincy, M.E. S02e04 (Visitors in Paradies)

My mother was murdered and they arrested my father but he didn't do it.

Yes, I'm sorry I was looking for someone.

You won't find who you're looking for in here, mister.

Just a little concerned about your safety.

Welcome to paradise.

Somebody in this room killed Laura Devlin and there are other people who know about it.

Otherwise the conspiracy to try to stop me from investigating wouldn't have happened.

I'm not going to be able to protect you if you keep this up.

Isn't that John Casey? Pull over.

Sheriff Connolly, please help me. He's getting away.

Wait a minute, boy. What are you doing on here, Casey? Running around like this.

Laura, someone's killed her. I was chasing after them when I found them.

I don't see anybody. All I see, buddy, you got a lot of blood all over the front of your shirt.

I had a nosebleed.

Nosebleed? Spread your feet.

He's getting away.

I told you there's nobody out there. Why don't you just tell us about Laura, huh?

Here we are. Paradise.

Terrific.

Look at that lake. This is it.

Isn't that beautiful?

I don't think I can move.

Well, not bad. What are you waiting for? Bring in the gear, will you?

I got to do everything? This is supposed to be a vacation.

Mr. Raymond, you have a telephone call. Please report to the front desk.

Welcome to Paradise. I've been looking forward to it a long time.

Dr. Quincy, I'm Howard Garfield, the manager.

Nice to meet you, sir.

Caller in his office. Does that mean you handle dead bodies?

Well, usually they're dead. But once in a while we let a live one go through.

You do? Yeah, but I don't know.

Dr. Quincy, I certainly hope you enjoy your stay here at the hotel.

I'm sure I will. So beautiful here on the lake.

Hey, watch it.

Sorry. He didn't have to bring them all in at one time.

One thing is a way to save a life.

Just set your bag down there, gentlemen. Have someone take him up to your room.

I hear Jerry Monroe is the best fisherman on the lake.

You hear right. Where can I find him?

At the end of the pier. You can't miss his shack.

Good. Okay, let's go.

Where? I want to get down to our boat as fast as possible.

We just got here and we're late already?

Mr. Shannon? Oh, I... Yeah.

I can't believe that'll cover it. Thank you, sir.

Come stay with us again, Mr. Shannon.

Jesse? Yes?

Jack Shannon. I want you to meet me at the Valley Hotel in the library bar right away.

But you told me you couldn't have it.

No. I don't think you'll be sorry.

I got him, Danny. I got him. Now catch him when he comes up.

There he comes, baby. There he comes.

Get him, get him.

Come here. Come here.

I got him. I got him.

How about that?

How about that?

How about that?

Everything. This is terrific.

What's it called?

Slimy. How come you catch everything in sight?

I don't get nothing. These fish, no, I hate them.

Catching fish is not what's important.

Why are we here?

For the fishing, the atmosphere. Look at this day. It's beautiful.

Oh, boy. Take a deep breath of that clean mountain air.

Give me another monoxide in your lungs.

I like monoxide. Monoxide likes me.

I'm used to getting behind the exhaust system.

That's some energy.

You know, you're missing the whole point.

We're both overworked, right?

We have to relax. We have to unwind.

Up here, you don't have to serve anybody.

I don't have to worry that Aston's gonna call me on the telephone.

We have three days of unstructured time. Think of that.

I'm thinking of it.

It's driving me crazy.

Dr. Quincy?

Yeah?

I'm Jessica Casey.

How you doing?

You're smart of you to meet me out here on the water.

Why?

There are a lot of nosy people in town.

I think you've mistaken me for somebody else.

You're not a medical examiner?

Well, as a matter of fact, I am from Los Angeles,

but I'm here on vacation.

I don't understand.

I thought you agreed to help me for $300.

Me help you?

Oh, no.

What's the matter?

I just gave Shannon all the money I have left in the world.

You promised me that you'd help me.

You were my last chance.

Who's Shannon?

It's a private detective.

Wait a minute. Let me get this straight.

A private detective told you that he hired me on your behalf?

Yeah.

Where's this guy now?

He's probably as far from paradise as you can get in half an hour.

Okay. If he had hired me, what would I be investigating?

Quincy.

My mother was murdered on August 7th,

and they arrested my father because he was drunk,

and I guess he threatened her, but he didn't do it.

I mean, my father is a very gentle man, Dr. Quincy.

He can never destroy the thing that he loved the most in the whole world.

Come on. There must have been some evidence against him.

It was all circumstantial.

Well, it seems like we've heard that too.

Oh, it could have.

Look into it for me, doctor, please.

I can get some more money together. I can sell my boat.

I can get some money from...

It's not a question of money.

I don't think I can do it, even if I wanted to.

I think I'm out of my jurisdiction.

But I have a right to bring in an independent pathologist

to examine the evidence, don't I?

Well, technically, yes.

Would you please ask a few questions for me?

I mean, if I could just present you with a few questions,

I mean, if I could just prove one little mistake,

just a little one, I could maybe get another trial.

Your father's already been tried.

And convicted.

There's no one else that I can turn to, not in this town.

May I remind you how long you've been waiting

to get these hours away from that icebox you work in?

I mean, you know you're...

All hours are on the tape.

I'll ask a few questions for you.

But if the evidence points toward your father...

I just have to know.

I lost two members of my family on the same night.

And I can't bring my mother back,

but I can do something for my father.

With your help.

Thank you.

This is where I work. You can reach me there.

You all right? Yeah.

So this is how we spend a nice few hours

enjoying our recreation.

What was I supposed to do? I feel kind of responsible.

The guy took over 300 hours.

With me you're talking to, Quincy, I know what you like.

You drive by a cemetery and your hands begin to itch.

Now they dump a murder mystery in your lap

and you gotta pick it up, huh?

You gotta bring mouth, you know that?

It's true.

Listen, I'm gonna go ashore.

If you want to eat tonight, you better fish and catch something.

I'm gonna catch the fish.

Welcome to paradise.

Hey, can I help you?

Yeah, I'd like to see the editor, please.

I'm the editor, George Crawford.

Dr. Quincy.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to use your morgue, see some back copies of the paper.

Yeah, sure. This way.

How far back do you want to go?

Well, August, I think it is.

I want to read all you have on the case, America.

What's your name, Oz? Dr. Quincy.

What's that you name was? Dr. Quincy of Los Angeles.

The Casey murder. You do remember it.

Everyone remembers it.

That's the August. There you are.

There's the copy that's carrying the story.

You know, there's got a lot of murders in this town.

Why do you say that?

Didn't even make the headlines.

It's on page seven.

Page seven.

Halliday manslaughter.

Dr. Quincy?

What's wrong?

I'm Sheriff Connolly.

I understand you have some interest in the Laura Devlin case.

Wow. You certainly travel fast in this town.

Well, it's a small community.

The people here like to observe their visitors and react if they take more than casual interest in a local affair.

What interest?

All I did was ask to see an old newspaper report about what was described to me as a murder.

Here's what I got.

I have a column on page seven about a felony manslaughter.

That's all it was.

You heading somewhere?

No, nowhere in particular.

Tell me something.

Why would the Los Angeles coroner's office take an interest in a two month old manslaughter case in another town?

Oh, believe me, it's personal, not official.

Well, you're not a friend of the family.

You know that for a fact.

Oh, yeah.

I knew Laura Devlin quite a few years.

We came to Paradise at the same time.

Together?

No.

She was the kind of woman you got to know well over a long period of time.

She was admired and loved by a lot of people here.

Get my drift?

I think so.

Listen, here it says Laura Devlin.

I'll come.

Well, she divorced Casey a couple of years ago and remarried.

It's an open and shut case, Doc.

Believe me.

I would like to.

Come on, tell me about it.

Well, we caught him running away from the house.

He was very upset.

He was almost incoherent.

What about the murder weapon?

Had his fingerprints all over it?

Wait a minute.

Let me see if I can understand this.

A man is belligerent.

He goes to see his ex-wife.

His fingerprints are all over the murder weapon and you let him get away with felony manslaughter?

Well, Casey was drunk.

He was in the big city.

Why don't we get our share here, too?

Doc, like I said, open and shut.

Well, if it's that open and shut, nobody will mind my examining the evidence.

You'll be wasting your time.

Yeah.

And how come you get down here so fast?

I was in that newspaper office about ten minutes.

I don't want a lot of painful memories stirred up again in this town.

Now, the case is closed.

Let's see.

I had that file looking at it this morning.

Dr. Robinson, please report to radiology.

Dr. Robinson, radiology, please.

Here we go.

Laura Devlin.

Temporal bone crushed, menageal arteries severed,

tentorium lacerated.

With one blow?

Could have been two.

Well, doesn't that take the edge of felony manslaughter?

Doctor, I don't prosecute cases.

I just provide medical evidence.

Now, it's all right here.

I ran a basic series of tests.

Blood type,

liver tint, blood alcohol.

Did you run an aqueous humor electrolytes test?

Sure did.

It helped me establish the time of death at somewhere between

eight and nine o'clock.

What about contusions?

Did Laura Devlin try to fight off her attacker?

Yes, she did.

Now, was this consistent with Casey's appearance?

Could you prove that he was in a struggle?

Well, he was certainly a mess when they found him.

Really, not what I asked you, doctor.

Was there evidences of a struggle that would have matched the marks on the deceased?

Did you check that out?

No, didn't think it was necessary.

You didn't think it was necessary?

But you know it's necessary to perform every test possible

to determine the cause of death.

Look, Casey had blood all over his shirt and it was his wife's blood.

Well, what did Casey say?

He said he had a nosebleed.

What type of blood did he have?

I don't know what type of blood he had.

What difference does it make?

Well, if he has the same type as his ex-wife,

he might have been telling the truth.

Look, he had blood all over the front of his shirt

and he said he had a nosebleed.

Now, would you believe something like that?

I would have checked it out.

What about a scanning electron microscopy of the wound edge?

Did you perform that?

An electron microscope.

What does that cost? About $100,000?

You want to lend us yours sometime?

We don't really have that kind of equipment up here.

I'm lucky if I get a new scalpel.

I'm sorry, Doc. I lost my head.

Look, um, Laura Devlin died because of a crushing blow to the skull.

Now, I did an autopsy limited to the head.

If you'd like me to check Casey's blood type, I'll be glad to.

I don't think you'll find anything, but I'll be glad to do it.

I'd appreciate it.

I'm staying at the Valley Hotel. You can reach me there with a report.

Fine. You, uh, have all the questions answered that you like?

Yes, I have.

He's a medical examiner from Los Angeles, and he's not going to quit.

Can't we talk to him? He wants to wait in there to see Taggart.

Call Devlin. Right.

Peter Devlin? Peter, this is Bob Hadler.

Quincy just been to the hospital to see Dr. Taggart.

Wants him to run some sort of blood test on Casey.

Well, what does he think that'll prove?

I don't know. He's talking about some tests that weren't done on Laura.

Yeah, but I'm sure he's not talking about exhuming her body for it.

I mean, he has no authority for that.

He's just saying that she's a little bit of a

You know, that doesn't seem to be stopping him.

Sheriff Connelly warned him to stay out of it before he went to see Taggart at the hospital.

Look, don't worry about it.

What is he going to find out?

Exactly what everybody else found out. Casey killed her.

Look, Peter, I'm just worried that...

I'll take care of it. Goodbye.

Did you tell me where I could find Miss Casey, please?

She's right back there. Thank you.

Just... I'm sorry. I was looking for someone.

You won't find who you're looking for in here, mister.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Quincy. I thought you weren't there.

What have you found? That you didn't level with me.

What are you talking about?

You didn't tell me that your father was convicted of felony manslaughter and not murder.

Felony manslaughter means 10 to 15 years of murder.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I mean, it's not a felony manslaughter and not murder.

Felony manslaughter means 10 to 15 years in jail.

My father's health isn't good.

I mean, sentencing him to manslaughter is as good as sentencing him to death.

He'll never last that long in prison.

Besides, he's innocent.

Jessie, I have to tell you, the proof against him is overwhelming.

Oh, I love the song.

Well, he was drunk, like you said.

He was a prostrate that killed your mother.

There were a couple of peripheral tests that were not done,

but overall I can't see any real negligence.

And you didn't tell me that when they found your father, his shirt was covered with blood.

He had a nosebleed.

That is kind of convenient, isn't it, a nosebleed.

I mean, do you really believe that?

Yes, I do. He always gets them all the time.

There must be something else you can do, please.

I can't change the facts, Jessie.

Now, I am surprised at the attitude of some of the townspeople about this case,

but that does not point to the guilt or innocence of your father.

They have suppressed and twisted the evidence.

They know that he's innocent.

Who are they?

All of them.

Thank you for trying, Dr. Quincy.

I'm sorry I wasted your time.

You ought to be locked up.

Stop it.

Listen, my bags are in my room. You must have given me the wrong room number.

Your bags are outside on your Jeep, doctor.

What?

We have made a great mistake. The hotel is completely overbooked.

I'm afraid we cannot accommodate you or your friend as we can.

I gave you a deposit.

Returned in full, sir.

I do apologize on behalf of the hotel, but these things happen.

Mr. Kimball, I'm sure you understand.

Of course.

And where do you recommend I stay?

It's that season of the year. I don't think you'll find any place to stay.

Oh, I'll find some place to stay, Mr. Garfield. You can count on it.

You see, I promised myself that when I found Paradise, I'd stay as long as I could.

By the way, where can I find Peter Devlin?

His home is on the hill, but he's probably at the drilling site.

Drilling site?

Yes. This is going to be a big oil town, doctor.

It could be the biggest in the state.

Folks here are going to get worried about the situation.

Folks here are going to get rich.

The greatest thing that ever happened, Paradise.

Mr. Raymond, you have a telephone call. Please report to the front desk.

Mr. Raymond, please report to the front desk.

Oh, here, let me help you out of here, mister.

You know, I didn't even see you coming down that road there.

You got to be very careful the way you drive around here,

because you could, if you want to be alive in Paradise.

I'll remember that.

Yeah. Well, the first thing we want to do here is just get you out of this ditch.

We'll be alright.

Oh, good.

You know, I'm not going to do that.

I'm going to go back down and see if the road is okay.

I'm not going to do that.

Yeah, well, the first thing we want to do here is just get you out of this ditch, right?

Stone, you want to give us a hand here?

Harry!

Oh, now, Stone, that was a very clumsy thing to do.

You just broke this man's window.

How's he supposed to drive the truck with all the wind blowing in the back there, huh?

Come on, get around the side. Go on. Come on.

You know, I tell you, try to tell them what you want, and they don't listen.

You know what I mean? You know...

Stone, you have got to learn to be a little more careful.

Now, you just broke another window.

I don't know, you're not safe to have around. You're really not. I apologize. I really do. Forgive me.

Don't forget this one.

You know, I'll tell you something. Once he gets started, you just can't make him quit.

Well, I'm glad we were of some help.

Mr. Stone?

Hello, uh, what happened here, Ducker?

I want to report a hidden run.

That's very interesting. It's the second one I've had in the last hour.

Some boys from the Devlin Construction Company said that the Jeep wagon almost forced them off the road.

They said you were doing over 80 miles an hour coming around that corner there.

They may press charges against you.

They're going to press charges against me? They forced me off the road. They deliberately broke my windows. You don't see the pickup in the ditch, do you?

Now, why would a couple of riggers force you off the road?

I don't know.

You know, I've known them old boys a pretty long time. Now, how long have I known you?

A day.

And you've caused more trouble in that one day than they ever have.

Let me give you a lift. I'll feel safer in the tow truck.

Mr. Devlin?

Come on in, Quincy.

I'm acquiring quite a reputation.

Yeah, well, sometimes that happens when you probe into matters that really don't concern you.

The truth always concerns me.

Death of my wife.

That also concerned me, Dr. Quincy. We'd only been married for three months.

And just what in the hell gives you the right to dredge up memories that are painful to other people?

And which will serve no purpose whatsoever.

Your stepdaughter...

My stepdaughter? She's a highly strong, paranoid young woman who idolizes her father.

He's a man who's never been worth a damn to anybody in his entire life.

And you'd best forgive a note of bitterness in my voice. He did kill my wife.

Jessica doesn't believe you.

I don't care what Jessica believes. That was proven in a court of law, and that is the end of it.

Then why was I forced off the road?

Who'd do a thing like that?

Oh, a couple of boys who work for you.

You know, some good old boys are on an oil rig.

They probably thought they were doing the right thing.

Mr. Devlin, intimidation, violence, and threats are never the right things.

But let's talk about a murder case that got a half a column in the newspapers.

Now, no case is that open or shut.

You're awfully anxious to get your name in headlines, aren't you, Doc?

Look, Mr. Devlin, there's something going on in this town. I don't like the smell of it.

People are running around scared. Now, what are they scared of? The truth? What are you scared of?

You'd better drop it, Quincy. You have no authority here.

That's where you're wrong.

When Jessica brought me in as an independent pathologist, she gave me the authority.

I'll see you around.

Dr. Quincy, does it have to be spelled out for you what happened around here?

John Casey's lived in this town for almost 30 years.

Everybody liked him. They didn't respect him. They did like him.

And finally, the man lost his wife, his job, his family.

And in a drunken rage, he killed the one person that ever meant anything to him.

It should have been called murder, but it was pronounced felony manslaughter.

They let him off the hook.

I wonder if he appreciates all you've done for him.

I got a big mouth. You want to eat, catch fish.

Bite the worm, stupid.

Hey, come on. Get that thing away. What are you trying to do? Scared these fish away?

Get this thing out of here.

Sorry about that. We got a little close.

Looking for Dr. Quincy?

He's ashore somewhere.

Where?

He didn't leave me a copy of his itinerary.

You're a friend of his, right?

Right. What is this, 20 questions?

If I get all the answers right, do I win a cigar?

No, I'm just a little concerned about your safety.

Yeah, this lake can be very dangerous.

Yeah, you're absolutely right.

Right, I'm right, sure.

Those boats old man Monroe let you take out? It's a disgrace. Full of holes.

I don't see the coach.

I see him now.

Tell Dr. Quincy we'll be in time.

Good boy.

Dr. Tiger, I never received a report on Casey's blood type.

Yes, I believe my secretary called you over at your hotel.

Well, never mind, what was it?

It was the same.

The same as his wife? Thank you very much.

Key to my room, please?

You haven't got a room.

No, no, no, no jokes, the key.

You checked out.

I did.

I checked out of a room that I haven't even been in yet.

That's right.

Thank you.

Oh, we've got to do something about him.

He's like a bulldog and he's not going to quit until he's got this town boiling.

Look, Devlin, I'm going to be audited in three weeks.

I got to put that money back in the bank.

You'll have it.

Stop worrying about the money.

As a matter of fact, I closed another sale this afternoon out on the far side of the lake.

Well, we got them lined up, fellas.

All we've got to do is take their money.

Yeah, until Quincy starts to dig deeper.

Look, you men have more at stake in this than I.

But Quincy wants to know why we swept this murder under the rug.

Now, my hotel is not going to hold.

Oh, wait a minute.

We're all in this together, gentlemen, as deep as it may go.

We've got the lid on.

We're going to keep it on until every parcel of land is sold.

No one panics.

Nothing's going to happen to change that.

Quincy happened.

Ah, but there's a lot of animosity building up over his questions.

And no one knows what's liable to happen in a small town when people get mad.

Isn't that right, Mr. Cullis?

Sure, I can get the equipment together.

Are they going to let you do the tests?

Are you kidding?

I'm a celebrity up here.

Everywhere I go, people know who I am.

The whole town seems to be interested in my work.

How long will it take you to drive up here?

Two hours hard driving.

But I got to tell you, Quince, I don't know whether I can get...

Sam.

Is that Quincy?

Yes, it's me.

Dr. Quincy, this is Dr. Aston.

Oh, good. I want to talk to you.

You know, when I send you on a vacation, I expect you to fish,

to hike in the mountains, to do whatever it is you do to relax.

I don't expect you to alienate the coroner's office, the sheriff's department,

and the entire judicial system of the town in which you happen to find yourself.

Now, Sheriff Connolly has been on the phone to me.

Aston, will you listen to me?

Dr. Quincy.

All I'm asking you to do...

I know what you're asking me to do.

You're asking me to interfere in somebody else's jurisdiction.

No, no. I am not asking you to interfere.

I want to look into a murder case that has not been brought to a satisfactory conclusion.

If I can prove that Casey is not guilty...

On what are you basing that supposition?

Because I was told that you have no reports and no real evidence.

I'll tell you what I do have.

The fact that I ask a couple of questions and I'm pushed off the road, my windows are broken.

Are you serious?

What I care about things like that?

Quincy, look, look.

You're probably overreacting to some minor displeasure at your butting in on everybody else's business.

I'm telling you, they forced me off the road.

Now, what are you going to do? You're going to support me or leave me stranded?

Don't tempt me.

Listen, what is it you want from me? I mean, from our department?

There's a test I want Sam to help me with.

It could make the difference between reopening the case or not.

See, when they found Casey, his shirt was full of blood.

He said it was a nosebleed. They claim it's the victims.

If I could prove the blood is his.

I don't think the Paradise officials are going to accept that as evidence unless...

A new hearing was convened.

Right.

You feel that strongly about this?

Yes, I do.

Quincy, were you really nearly run off the road?

Yes.

Well, for heaven's sakes, why don't you do something?

Whatever you think is necessary. I'll back you all the way.

Ask to?

But, so help me, Quincy.

Listen, I'll talk to you later. I gotta go now. Bye-bye.

Look at where you've been. I'm getting among and looking all over for you.

What happened to you?

A couple of amateurs greeted me on the lake with a shotgun.

Blasted that canoe right from under me.

Was one a sweet talker and the other guy looked like Godzilla?

You know them?

I know them. Did you tell the sheriff about it?

Oh, Quincy, it's hard for me to go running to the sheriff's.

I know, Coda the Coon.

Well, now who customized your car?

Well, it was the same guys a little before you got your boat ventilated.

Quincy, I don't like fish anyway.

Let's get in that car, drive to the mountains.

You can go hunting anything.

Well, I want to talk to the sheriff first.

What for?

You're afraid if a body turns up, he'll let you know?

Well, right now I'm interested in the living. Here.

This is Jessica Casey's number.

I want you to call her and tell her I'm going to have her father's case reopened.

I'll see you later.

What am I going to change?

Use the phone, Goat.

Superman.

You got the clothes!

The two riggers that I forced off the road,

they put a couple of shotgun blasts on the bottom of a boat this afternoon.

A friend of mine happened to be in it.

Any witnesses?

No, there were no witnesses.

You're on dangerous ground, Doctor.

I'm not going to be able to protect you if you keep this up.

Tell me something, whose side are you on?

I'm trying to be on the right side.

Then prove it.

Give me the bloody shirt that Casey was wearing the night Laura Devlin was killed.

I want to do some tests on it.

I'll be using the lab facilities at the hospital.

Dr. Taggart said it was okay.

All right, I'll get it over to you.

Thank you.

Are you all right?

Call an ambulance, please.

Quincy.

Sir.

What are you busy with?

I'm just trying to get a little help.

I'm trying to get a little help.

I'm trying to get a little help.

Quincy.

Sir, what are you busy with?

About a half hour.

Got everything set up?

Yeah.

Dr. Robinson, go to radiology.

What happened to you?

Dr. Robinson.

I had trouble with that Jeep.

You had more trouble with the Jeep?

Don't ask.

How's Aston?

I'd say blood pressure 190 over 130 and apprehension level rising.

That means he's normal.

Dr. Benson, please report to the nurse's station.

Listen, fellas, thanks for the ride.

You made great time.

Please report to the nurse's station.

Dr. Benson.

Quincy, you really think this is gonna work?

We're gonna try it.

I have the quid aquine fluoride.

How's it coming?

Here's a slide, Quincy.

A hundred cells.

That's it.

Laura Devlin's blood is clean.

Now, you checked those samples for the ex chromosome bar bodies?

Yeah, they're negative.

Well, Sam, that kind of cinches it, doesn't it?

So, what do you got?

Well, maybe a second chance for John Casey, if you'll help us.

Okay, let's go.

Where are they?

In the private game room.

Come on, gotta be problems.

This time, gents.

I'm gonna get you.

Oh, come on.

You set up the machines.

Are they gonna let us go through with this?

You bet they are.

Judge Walker.

Gentlemen, this is Dr. Quincy.

How do you do?

Put it on the table.

Connelly, this is a private game.

I didn't come to play, Mr. Devlin.

Dr. Quincy, I've heard about you.

What do you want here?

A few minutes of your time, Your Honor.

Maybe you'll be interested in what I have to say.

Six or three.

Six or three.

Five.

Oh, oh.

Let's go.

Come on, please.

Now, I believe I can introduce some evidence

that would have a profound effect upon this case.

We're playing cards, Quincy.

I'm sorry.

I know this game is very important, but a man's life is at stake here.

As I said, Your Honor, we've come up with some very important evidence.

This is hardly official.

What have you accomplished here?

A great deal.

See, Your Honor, I came to this town as a stranger.

I didn't know anything at all about this case.

Now, I have looked at the medical evidence.

I can see that Laura Devlin was struck in the head with an ashtray,

the temporal artery severed, and it resulted in her death.

Oh, come on, Doc. You've got to be so graphic.

Yeah.

When you describe a murder, yes, you have to be so graphic.

We're talking about a felony manslaughter.

No, we're not.

When we did it, we're talking about murder.

Now, there were no eyewitnesses.

The evidence that convicted him was purely circumstantial.

So, gentlemen, what I think we're dealing with here is a matter of truth.

Was the man telling the truth or not?

His fingerprints were all over that ashtray. No one else's.

It would have been very easy for the murderer to have wiped off the fingerprints.

Besides, Casey admitted he picked up the ashtray.

And you found him on the road, right outside the house.

Running. After somebody.

That's what he said.

All those incidents are by themselves damning, Dr. Quincy.

When Casey was picked up, his shirt was covered in blood.

From what I understand, not being a medical man,

because of the nature of the wound, the killer would have been covered in blood.

You're absolutely right, Your Honor.

When an artery is severed, the blood gushes forth like an oil well.

Please excuse the analogy.

It would have been impossible for the murderer not to have been drenched with her blood.

But Casey was drenched in her blood.

Now, aren't you hanging the very person you're trying to save?

Maybe. But suppose I could prove it wasn't her blood.

Don't start that nosebleed story on us again. Come on, let's play cards.

Come on. Come over to the ID, will you?

It is kind of a kooky explanation, isn't it? I don't blame you, Doctor.

But suppose I could prove it was a man's blood, his?

You can't. It's impossible.

But suppose I could prove it.

Would you reopen the case, Your Honor?

I'd have serious doubts about his guilt.

Would you reopen the case?

Don't press me, Sheriff.

Laura and Casey's blood type was exactly the same.

There's no way you can prove whose blood it was on that shirt.

Until recently, you couldn't.

Tests separating male from female blood began in 1968...

in medical centers in the Kolorinsky Institute.

The tests then were used only to identify simple genes.

It was then introduced into forensic science...

by Dr. Ishizu and Dr. Noguchi of Los Angeles.

It was introduced in California.

It has been accepted in testimony in New York and five other states.

Judge, please, let me show it to you. It'll only take a moment.

Sam? Connelly?

Now, this is a sample of the blood taken from the shirt...

John Casey was wearing that night.

We extracted it with acetic acid, hemolysing the red blood cells.

We stained it with quinacrine hydrochloride to make the cells fluoresce.

The female has two X chromosomes, the male an X and a Y.

There you can see the white male chromosome.

See that bright spot there like a beacon?

Laura Casey's blood now.

You can see no trace of a white chromosome there.

Female blood.

Casey's blood with a white chromosome.

Laura's blood without it.

Sam? Connelly?

There was not one drop of Laura's blood on the shirt that Casey was wearing.

Now, if he killed her, that could not possibly be.

It was his blood.

Now, as crazy as it sounds, he had a nosebleed...

while running after the person who had killed his ex-wife.

No, Judge?

Strong evidence, if it's accurate.

I'm afraid I'll have to have it checked out by other experts...

and I'll give you my decision as soon as I can.

Of course. You check it out.

But I'm going to tell you, I'm going to tell all of you, I'm not going to let go.

Somebody in this room killed Laura Devlin.

And there are other people who know about it.

Otherwise, the conspiracy to try to stop me from investigating wouldn't have happened.

Now, I'm going to go as high as I have to.

Even to my friend, your senator.

Well, gentlemen, I think that finishes the game for the night.

I want to see you and the district attorney in my chambers tomorrow morning at 9 o'clock.

Sheriff, wait, wait. I've got to talk to you.

Yes, gentlemen, come in.

Well, what do you want to say?

Well, you see, Sheriff, we...

Dr. Quincy, you are right.

There has been a conspiracy of silence in this town.

We all knew what had really happened, but we couldn't say anything.

It was Devlin that killed his wife.

We were all in the other room.

Garfield, Havilland, myself.

That man, Cullis, who works for Devlin.

Laura and Devlin were having a violent argument. They started shouting.

She had found out about the swindle.

Swindle?

Devlin had started some slant oil drilling. It looked like a gusher.

Can't smell money. A bonanza.

I put my hotel on the line.

We all overstepped ourselves.

Well, the oil went dry. We were facing ruin.

Devlin came up with this idea to sell off some of the other lots of the rest of the town.

I can believe the oil was still flowing.

Just until we could cover our investments.

And Laura Devlin was going to blow the whistle on you, huh?

Well, Devlin didn't mean to kill her. It was an accident.

Besides, we didn't want him to go to trial.

He was the only one who could bail us out. You see, Laura was already dead.

We would have been wiped out.

Sheriff, we were guilty of fraud, not murder.

In case he was already on his way to see Laura, she called him.

Devlin told us to leave, say nothing.

We did exactly what he told us to do.

Thirty years of work.

I had never done a dishonest thing in all my life.

Surely you could see the position we were in.

Of course.

And you were going to get out of it by selling worthless title deeds to a town full of friends.

People you have known for thirty years.

And you stood by and let an innocent man be convicted of a crime you knew he didn't commit.

In case he was a drunk, he wasn't worth anything.

And you are, huh?

He made the charge, felony manslaughter.

I'm sure he appreciates it.

I want Peter Devlin picked up.

If he's not at home, put out an APB on him.

And send a stenographer in here right away.

You haven't know who tried to kill Quincy tonight.

I'm sure it was Cults.

They're all yours.

I have to tell a young lady some good news she needs to hear.

Paradise is finest.

Tinker's to Everest.

Chance.

Tinker's to Everest.

Where about the jeep?

The guy at the service station said we could pick it up in a week.

Chance.

Well, doctor, before you leave, I thought you might like to say goodbye to...

Oh, yeah. Danny?

Hi. I want to thank you, gentlemen, for the use of the pool.

Yeah, and for the new ventilating system.

We're so glad we were able to repay your hospitality.

Did you get Devlin, too?

Well, I will as soon as I get him back here.

When he left the hotel, he caught a plane to San Francisco...

connected up with a flight to Chicago.

I got a little reception committee waiting for him at O'Hare Airport.

Listen, I once said that I thought you caused more trouble in one day...

than anybody ever knew.

But I want to thank you for it. Adios.

Hey, can I thank you now?

Yeah, I think now is a good time to thank you.

It's good now?

Yes, it is.

Thank you.

We've got to take this.

Yeah, do we have a choice?

Where am I going to sit?

In the back. If you get cold, you could use one of the sheets.

Oh, no, no, no.

Thank you.