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[ Crying ]

Yes.

[ Machine whirring ]

Cancer.

Let me help you.

Let me save this child.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Thank you, doctor.

Thank you.

Hand -- right.

That's a boy.

Now...

Steve!

Sis.

Oh! Oh, I'm so glad to see you!

Steve...

Steve, my baby's going to live.

Tell her the truth, and tell her now.

Our baby's going to die.

I can't do that, Steve.

I look into her face and I...Can't.

I just can't.

I want her stopped.

I want her equipment seized, and I want her in jail.

Mr. Mcgarrett, according to the latest survey

by our department in D.C.,

there are 3,000 to 5,000 practitioners

who are now treating their patients

with bogus electronic equipment.

The problem is that we --

the problem is,

this one is treating my sister's baby.

Before you officially serve that,

and before you seize the machines

and close up the joint,

there's something that you ought to consider,

you know?

Look --

tell it to the judge.

Look, Steve, I don't believe you,

and I'll never believe you.

Well, the court will.

The court?

I'm a cop, remember, sis?

[ Applause ]

Order! Order in this court!

Bailiff, you will maintain order.

[ Applause fades ]

Never in my 30 years on the bench

have I seen such a disorderly, outrageous outburst.

Very well.

Court stands adjourned until 10:00 tomorrow morning.

[ "Hawaii five-o" theme plays ]

You know what frosts me, what really frosts me?

If we nail the good doctor --

if we nail her, what's the rap, huh?

One count -- one lousy count of interstate sale

of mislabeled, misrepresented merchandise.

$1,000 fine or one year in jail or both.

I still say with this one it ought to be murder --

first degree murder.

Not without fremont's name

affixed to a death certificate,

and she wasn't even on the case at the time of death.

Look, what if her --

what if her signature was on the death certificate?

Steve, it wasn't on the death certificate.

She's treated thousands of people in this area.

There must be some cases

where her name appeared on the death certificate.

-No doubt there are. -Well?

If it were that easy, do you think we'd allow

a monster like Dr. Fremont to practice here in Los Angeles?

No, of course not.

Thank you very much.

Have you ever done it?

Ever nailed a medical quack on a murder charge?

No. You see, murder is a state charge, not federal.

Okay, has the d.A. Ever done it?

-Once, to my knowledge. -How?

The perfect case. Airtight and foolproof.

Give.

There's a hash house right around the corner.

They serve the best apple pie in Los Angeles.

No time. Give.

Well, my car is right over there.

Studies in futility

are best conducted sitting down, hmm?

Shall we?

Yeah.

Okay, professor, from the top.

Well, the bureau of records is right over there.

Yeah?

They've got these hard, wooden institutional chairs.

Now you put your bottom on one of those chairs

and you start digging back through the records,

and sooner or later you're going to come up with

a death certificate over fremont's signature.

It will state in black and white

that the patient died of a severe case

of fallen arches or some such nonsense.

Okay, now, eager-beaver quick, you go back into

the medical history of the patient,

and in you find in the records

of a reputable, competent m.D.

That the patient, in fact, had coronary heart disease

and most probably died of a coronary seizure

or old-fashioned heart failure.

-Are you with me? -Sure, sure. Go.

Well, all that digging, all that information --

it's worthless.

That figures.

Now, before we can even go to court on a murder charge,

we must establish common scheme and design.

Modus operandi must prove criminal intent.

With fremont, that should be easy.

No, I said proof.

Proof.

Not hearsay evidence, but direct testimony in court.

I was there, I saw, I heard --

that kind of direct testimony.

Then you know what we've got?

Goose egg?

Well, now give that man a cigar.

No, no, not yet.

Not yet.

Suppose that I could produce physical evidence --

proof to back up those findings, huh?

Mr. Mcgarrett, you're due back in court

at 10:00 in the morning.

Well, that gives me almost, uh...

24 big fat hours.

You dig aggravation, go ahead, be my guest.

The bureau of records is right over there.

Okay, one more question.

Ask away. At these prices, go ahead, shamus. What?

Look, suppose that I just turn up that perfect case.

Well, then you've got to get permission

to exhume the body.

All right, suppose we exhume the body,

and the autopsy provides us with incontestable evidence

that the patient died of heart disease

while fremont was,

with full knowledge of the patient's condition,

treating for, what, fallen arches?

That's criminal intent.

That's one hell of a string of suppositions.

Yeah, granted.

Well?

Oh, mcgarrett, mcgarrett, mcgarrett.

We'd stand a good chance of a murder conviction,

wouldn't we?

Admit it, zipser.

I admit it. So what?

So why don't you grab a cab back to the office?

I need some wheels.

Grazie.

I think I'll go for a walk.

Tom, why don't you come in the house,

and I'll fix you something to eat?

I'm not hungry.

Please, Tom,

I want you to come in the house and eat something.

I don't want to eat.

I don't want to talk.

Please, Tom.

All right.

All right.

You want to have a big heart-to-heart talk?

Fine. We're overdue. Long overdue.

I sent for Steve.

I pleaded with him to come, to help.

After I told him about your...Miracle doctor,

Steve told me what needed to be done,

but I didn't have the courage.

So he did it for me.

Did you hear what I said?

I sent for him.

I know, Tom.

I've known all along.

Well, then why in heaven's name did you let --

Anyway, you can stop hating your brother now.

It was my decision.

I don't hate Steve.

You could have fooled me.

For the first time in my life,

I'm fighting him.

He's trying to crucify a Saint.

A Saint?

Mary Ann, that woman is a quack, a bloodsucker --

I don't believe that, and I never will.

Yes, you will.

When Steve finishes with her in court, you will.

Oh, no. He's trying to crucify a Saint.

Investigator?

How can you tell?

I've worked in records three years.

When a man goes at it like you have

for the last hour and a half --

uh-huh?

What are you looking for?

Maybe I can help.

Unh-unh.

Shame.

Thank you.

Not to make a bad pun,

but we don't get many live ones in here.

No.

A bunch of prune-faced old geezers

with hair growing out of their ears.

Hello, chickie-baby.

Hello, Murphy.

Told you.

Offer to help still stands.

For free.

County pays me.

Okay.

Any certificates signed by a c.L. Fremont,

doctor of naturopathy.

Go. Anything.

Got one.

Good. Good.

[ Sighs ] That does it.

Everything for the last six months.

Thank you, chickie-baby.

[ Telephone rings ]

Zipser here.

I found four certificates,

all signed by fremont.

All died in the last six months.

Hmm.

Four, all in the last six months, huh?

Well, now, that took you about 4 1/2 hours, mcgarrett.

Nice going.

Look, zipser, if I hit,

can you clear the red tape so I can exhume without delay?

Can do.

And can you contact the county coroner?

I want him standing by on a 24-hour basis for an autopsy.

Will do.

Now, that gives you exactly 18 hours, mcgarrett.

I know how many hours I've got, zipser.

[ Click ]

Uh, bye-bye.

You know something?

If I ever get to blue Hawaii,

I promise you I won't even go through a stop sign.

That's one cop I don't want ever coming after me.

What are the odds?

Well, a couple of minutes ago,

I would have said a million to one.

Eh!

Still a million to one.

Hey, mister!

You coming to see us?

Hi, tiger. Is your mother at home?

I'll go get her.

Mama!

Mommy, a man wants to see you.

What do you want here, Mr. Mcgarrett?

Mrs. Kinney?

You have no right to bother me.

I'm going to call Dr. Fremont.

I thought the name was familiar.

One of the faithful testifying for the defense, huh?

Hallelujah.

I'm going to call Dr. Fremont.

You do that, Mrs. Kinney.

In memory of your dear dead husband, do that.

I want her to know I was here.

Yes?

My name is mcgarrett.

I'm with the state police of Hawaii.

I've never been to Hawaii.

This is the home of Walter e. Grant, isn't it?

Well, he's dead.

Yes, I know.

Your brother?

Yes.

For the record, Mr. Grant,

this call is not professional, it's personal.

I'm looking for help.

I'd like to talk to you about your brother.

I don't have to?

No, sir. You don't have to.

Come in. My name's Chester Grant.

Steve mcgarrett.

Mama, this is Mr. Mcgarrett.

He's a policeman from Hawaii.

How do you do, Mrs. Grant?

Mama, he wants to talk to me about Walter.

Sit down, Mr. Mcgarrett.

I think you'll find this chair quite comfortable.

If I sit in anything that comfortable,

I'll never get up.

Suit yourself.

Now, again for the record,

I think Dr. C.L. Fremont is a quack --

a menace to the people of this community.

I'm out to build a case against her.

If I can, I'm going to bring her to court

on a murder charge.

Understood?

Yes.

And I need your help.

Why did your brother go to Dr. Fremont?

Well, now, Mr. Mcgarrett,

my brother's gone.

It's not going to do any good

to go into that again.

I don't have time to waste, Mr. Grant.

I need direct answers to direct questions.

I need the truth.

Ha ha ha.

Chester wouldn't know the truth

if it sat next to him in church on Sunday morning.

That's not very nice, mama.

The man said he wanted the truth.

Mrs. Grant...

Why did he go to Dr. Fremont?

Because he hated living with diabetes.

Diabetes?

He hated the Insulin shots,

the strict diets.

He hated the whole regime.

Most of all, he hated not being able to take a drink.

Ha ha ha.

You oughtn't talk about Walter like that.

You know something?

It feels good to talk about him.

To remember.

It hurts a little, but it feels good.

Like your heart's been asleep.

You feel the pins and needles coming alive again.

Just for spite,

every once in a while

Walter would go out --

every Saturday night he would.

Would go out and drink as much beer as he could hold.

This old house would shake

with his laughing and clowning.

Sure.

And as a result, he was always sick,

always in pain.

And Dr. Fremont?

I said she was a quack.

Right from the start I said she was a quack.

Yes. Yes, you did.

That is true.

And I suppose she offered her wonder cure

with her wonder machines, and Walter bought it.

No.

I bought it.

I took him to her, Mr. Mcgarrett.

Mama...it's done.

It's done.

Mrs. Grant, I'm sorry to press you,

but time -- I just don't have it.

Do you understand?

Now this is critical.

Are there medical records that document the fact

that Walter was a diabetic?

Dr. Rudner --

been our family doctor for 20 years.

He took care of Walter. He got the records.

Rudner -- r-u-d-n-e-r?

The death certificate signed by Dr. Fremont

states that Walter died of vitamin deficiency

and malnutrition caused by alcoholism.

No.

The sugar built up until Walter went into convulsions.

He died in a coma, just like Dr. Rudner said he would.

Mrs. Grant, this is important. Vital, in fact. Two things.

Did fremont diagnose Walter as a diabetic,

and did fremont treat Walter for diabetes?

No.

On both counts?

On both counts.

Walter told me.

No good. Hearsay evidence. Not admissible.

Mister, I was there.

Walter was so sick he could hardly walk.

His feet and legs so swollen, he couldn't even wear shoes.

I had to help him into the room.

I heard,

and I saw.

Good. Good. Facts now.

Facts you can swear to in court. Go.

Fremont took one drop of his blood

and put it into that machine.

Then she told us that Walter was suffering

from some kind of vitamin deficiency,

that it was common,

that he could throw away his needles.

You heard her say he could throw away his needles?

Throw away his needles, the Insulin, his diets --

that she would cure him, make him well with her machines.

Oh, god, help me.

I believed.

I believed.

Mrs. Grant, I need your permission

to exhume the body.

What do you want to do that for?

We must do an autopsy

in order to prove cause of death.

No.

Mrs. Grant, it's absolutely imperative.

No.

Don't look at me.

Mrs. Grant, there's a --

no.

Please listen to me. Listen to me.

We have to establish cause of death.

Fremont said that Walter died of vitamin deficiency.

Your doctor said that he died

of lack of Insulin, convulsions, diabetes.

We have to prove cause of death, or we have no case.

I won't let you dig my boy up and cut into him.

I won't do that.

It's the only way, unfortunately.

It's so easy for you.

It's so easy for cops.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's easy for cops.

The last patient that Dr. Fremont lost

was a 6-month-old baby.

That baby was my sister's only child.

Steve, this is Dr. Jerome pastor.

He's the chief coroner of Los Angeles county.

This is Steve mcgarrett, Hawaii five-o.

Doctor, thank you for coming.

Diabetic?

Yes.

Embalmed in the past year?

Last six months.

There's a good chance to confirm the disease.

If you do it, doc -- foolproof, airtight --

we've got her. Murder one.

Doctor?

You want to sign in triplicate, please?

To establish cause of death in a criminal matter, huh?

Take it away, boys.

We'll have him back for you first thing in the morning.

Take your time, doctor.

Who's driving?

He's got my wheels, doc.

Let's go.

[ Sighs ]

It's been almost two hours.

12:30.

Relax. We're not due in court for eight or nine hours yet.

The man said it wouldn't take long.

That's what the man said.

Mcgarrett, how many autopsies you been on?

A hundred, a thousand. Who knows?

Well, Steve, have you ever had an easy one?

No. No.

Relax.

Doc's the best. He'll nail fremont, so --

[ footsteps ]

Coffins are supposed to be watertight, airtight.

Sorry, gentlemen. I cannot confirm the cause of death.

No way.

Thanks, doc.

That means we got to find another way.

A little more to your right,

and hold it right there.

Thank you very much.

Now, ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

we've come to the moment of truth.

You have seen this diagnostic device before.

Marked exhibit "b," it was entered into evidence

by the prosecution.

But I have brought it back into this courtroom at the request --

no, at the demand -- of my client.

However,

before proceeding with a demonstration --

now, you have identified yourself

to this court as c.L. Fremont,

a doctor of naturology. Is that correct?

Yes.

Dr. Fremont,

in simple basic terms, what is a naturologist?

Actually, it is simple and basic

and quite impossible to complicate.

A naturologist is one who heals by helping nature.

One who heals by helping nature.

Beautiful, isn't it?

With my bare hands, I could --

let's take a specific case.

We are concerned in this proceeding

with the terrible disease of cancer.

Now, let us suppose --

suppose that I come to you with a tumor of the chest,

malignant.

How would you cure me?

I would not cure you.

I cannot cure anyone.

But I could... And I would help you

to cure yourself.

How?

By accelerating and directing the god-given strength

and healing powers that he put into all of us.

God-given strength and healing power.

Oh, but I can hear the scoffers.

I can hear them say,

"noble words, doctor, but how do you do it?

How does it actually work?"

The most effective way I have of answering that

would be to actually demonstrate.

Do you mean to say that you have no fear

of demonstrating your healing machines in this courtroom?

I do not.

Amazing, considering that throughout

the four days of this trial,

the prosecution has assaulted our ears

with waves of testimony from so-called expert witnesses.

Objection, your honor.

The prosecution has not presented any so-called experts.

On the contrary, they have all been men preeminent

in their respective fields.

Sustained.

Forgive me.

Waves of testimony from expert witnesses,

a large percentage of whom could not identify

and accurately define the word "naturologist."

It's a difficulty they share with one Mr. Webster.

Your honor.

Strike that remark.

Mr. Zipser, you know better.

I want no more of it.

Thank you, your honor.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes.

You have heard a physicist, an electronics expert,

a radio engineer all, without exception,

claim that this diagnostic device

and this treatment machine --

so deviously purchased by that man

from the state police of Hawaii --

you have heard them claim, and I quote,

"worthless. A meaningless pile of junk. A fraud."

And yet not one -- not one of these experts

had ever spoken to the defendant,

had ever been told the theory and the technique of a healer

that many claim to be a modern-day pasteur,

a woman whose healing powers are legendary.

Objection, your honor.

The counsel for the defense is not cross-examining,

he is summing up,

and, your honor, is quite out of order.

Mr. Zipser, I shall decide who is and who is not

in order in this court.

And I presume you are coming to some point

with all this verbiage?

Oh, I am indeed, your honor.

Before I can allow my client

to actually demonstrate in this courtroom,

I want to make absolutely certain that the jury

understands the basic law --

both of you gentlemen seem intent on taking over my job.

Mr. Zipser is deciding what is and what is not in order,

and you are now undertaking to make points of law to the jury.

With all apologies.

Defense counsel has no desire to usurp

the prerogatives of the bench.

However, most respectfully, I ask permission

to make a single differentiation

between medical concept and legal concept for the jury.

An understanding of this is absolutely essential

to my client's case.

Very well.

Proceed. Please...be brief.

Thank you, your honor.

Now, ladies and gentlemen of the jury...

You have heard these expert medical witnesses claim

that in their opinion, Dr. Fremont's treatment

and diagnostic devices were worthless,

that they knew of no evidence

that these devices would cure cancer,

and that in their opinion, the devices would not.

Well, I say to you, under the law,

that testimony is meaningless -- zero.

And this brings us

to the basic point of difference.

You see, in medicine,

a claim is presumed to be false

until it's been established as true

by reliable pharmacological and clinical experts.

But in the law and in this courtroom,

a claim is presumed to be true

until there's a preponderance of facts

beyond reasonable doubt that proves the claim is false.

And in any case, the question is not

whether Dr. Fremont's devices ever fail.

Even the most orthodox medical treatments fail

from time to time.

If they did not, no doctor would ever lose a patient.

No, ladies and gentlemen,

the question we face here

is whether Dr. Fremont's devices ever work...

And that we will prove.

Dr. Fremont.

I always tell my patients that a single pinprick

is the only pain that they will ever experience

in the course of examination and treatment in my clinic.

And it is true, because a single drop of blood

gives the whole life picture of the microcosm.

A single drop of blood gives a complete diagnosis,

a diagnosis in depth and cure for any individual.

Now...

Do I have a volunteer?

Right here, doctor.

It's out of the question.

Why? She asked for a volunteer.

I should think that would be apparent, Mr. Mcgarrett.

Dr. Fremont is certainly not going to allow a hostile --

Mr. Herbert.

I think that the suggestion is an excellent one.

But, Dr. Fremont --

and I welcome the challenge.

But as your counselor --

Mr. Herbert, I insist.

Very well.

Either hand.

I prefer to do it myself.

As you wish. Open this end.

You must sterilize the area first.

There you are. Fine.

There you are. Fine.

Blot it with this, please.

Fine.

Now will you show it to the jury?

Uh...

There it is.

Mr. Mcgarrett, if you would note on a piece of paper

the key facts of your medical history --

anything special, hidden.

Any major illnesses or surgery,

or any complaints or symptoms you may have at present.

Medicine...

As is practiced today,

will be, in the immediately foreseeable future,

as outmoded as the leeches of the 19th century.

Every human being has his own unique emanations,

a wavelength as unique and as special

as his fingerprints.

Likewise, with every organ of the human body --

the heart, liver, lungs, brain.

Every organ has its own unique cycle.

Now by arming this diagnostic instrument

with a drop of the patient's blood,

we will have revealed

a complete up-to-the-minute health chart of that individual.

Have you finished with your record, Mr. Mcgarrett?

Thank you very much.

Now, your honor, so that there will be no confusion

and no question afterward,

will you take Mr. Mcgarrett's statement now?

-Very well. -Thank you.

Proceed, please.

A chart.

You have a very interesting

medical history, Mr. Mcgarrett.

I see unmistakable symptoms of a mild poliomyelitis.

Yes.

You had polio at an early age, approximately 10.

Fortunately, made a complete recovery.

Definite indications of a leg fracture --

left leg --

and scar tissue...

On the lower abdomen.

An appendectomy.

[ People mumbling ]

Now...

We will examine the present and the future.

Here, I doubt if you --

if your written statement will contain any

of the observations that I have recorded here.

Your present state of health is good...

Quite excellent.

Somewhat hypertensive.

A number of sub-clinical indications,

a number of nutritional deficiencies

that you suffer, along with millions of other

American adults who eat processed foods

and foods treated with damaging sprays

and grown in depleted soil.

Your health outlook is excellent...

Except for an inherited predisposition toward tumor.

I've sworn to tell truth, the whole truth, and...

Chances are you will die of cancer before the age of 50...

[ People mumbling ]

Unless you are constantly on guard

and receive proper enlightened treatment.

That concludes my diagnosis of this case.

Your honor.

Very well.

According to this note,

the piece of paper that was placed in that machine

contained a smear of vegetable dye.

[ Spectators murmuring ]

[ Indistinct shouting ]

We'll have order in this room!

May it please the court?

There will be quiet in this courtroom! Quiet!

May it please the court?

Mr. Zipser.

Your honor, this is the paper with the blood sample on it.

You all saw me pick up the dropped paper.

At that time, I substituted an identical square of paper

confiscated at time of seizure.

At a food and drug lab,

in the presence of a dozen witnesses,

we prepared the paper from which Dr. Fremont

just made that fantastic medical diagnosis and history.

The fact of the matter is that neither she

nor her wonder machine

can even tell the difference between human blood

and vegetable dye -- plain water and coloring.

[ Indistinct shouting ]

It will be quiet in this courtroom!

Steve!

[ "Hawaii five-o" theme plays ]