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They're still looking for us.

This is the first place they'd come.

Oh, come on.

It's long forgotten.

Robbie, they don't forget.

Come on, mid-twenties, five foot six.

Good figure.

There are a quarter million dames in this city that fit that description.

Quincy, I'll be charitable and I'll ignore your ill mannered outburst.

Oh, well, I'm terribly sorry about my manners.

I don't like what happened to Robbie Parker.

Don't you care?

She was your patient.

Gentlemen, you're about to enter the fascinating,

sphere of police work, the world of forensic medicine.

You've got a one.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, lady.

You've got a one.

Come on.

Come on, lady.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

There you go.

Come on.

We are here.

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I knew you would come here.

But if I did?

They're still looking for us.

A snail.

Why did you run out of gas?

No, Robbie won't, Rob.

Robbie?

The turtle won. We owe you a drink.

I'd like for you to meet a friend of mine, Janet Martin.

How do you do? Join us?

Oh, thanks. I'd love to, but I can't.

Winston, if you don't win a race with me soon, I'm going to make soup out of you.

I have to be going.

Oh, the night's so young.

I've gotten used to these flight schedules, says Jenny, and I need my sleep.

It was nice to meet you, Dr. Quincy.

Same here. Hey, can I give you a lift anyway?

Well, I appreciate it, but I rented a car. See?

Okay.

So long, honey.

She's really a good kid, isn't she?

Since we've been on the flight together, we've really become good friends.

Quincy, remember me?

Oh, I'm sorry, honey. I was just thinking about Robbie.

Oh.

Something about the way she moves.

Easy, boy.

No, nothing like that. What's the matter with you? I like her.

Not a sound.

Please don't. Please don't.

What are you doing?

You need some other sound, huh?

That's her.

Get off of me! Get off of me!

Get off of me!

What's going to happen?

Myra, is Brooke the football player?

Brooke is going to be all right. Did you see the part that she missed?

No, it was so fast.

She's going to hurt a little bit, son.

Who do you think the referee is warning?

She's going to be all right, son. What's your name?

Brooke.

Myra, Brooke.

Football player.

I thought I recognized you. Did you see who clipped you?

No.

It was moving too fast. I couldn't see it.

Get the stretcher!

Move back to the football field. Someone move back.

The average says there's the body of a woman still inside.

Morning, Prince.

What's the matter?

Winston ran out of the money again last night?

Everybody ran out of the money last night.

Friend of Jenny's. New kid on our flight crew.

We were having a drink just before it happened.

You want me to handle the case?

No, no, I'm all right. I want you to see something, Sam.

Let me make you this.

Hey, ripped up pretty good.

Not a mark or a scratch on her.

Normally when it gets ripped up this badly, whatever's behind it gets torn up too.

That's the way I figured it. Do a blood alcohol on her right away, will you?

Give me the results as soon as you get them.

Okay.

Sam.

Danny, I don't believe that you're here the way you feel about this place.

I hope that isn't a body that...

They've been known to frequent this place.

Well, I said I never step in this place dead or alive.

Come on, before you pass out.

Where's Quincy?

I don't know. Anything I can do?

Yeah, Robbie Parker. Did you guys do the tests on her yet?

Oh, we're doing the blood alcohol now.

You know, if she's over the limit, I could be in a lot of trouble.

Even though she didn't have hardly anything to drink in my position.

There's no problem.

Oh, Sam, you know, this new California inebriation law states that the bar is responsible

for the condition of the customer when they leave the place.

For instance, she could have had drinks someplace else, got loaded,

leave my place last, insurance company can close me down like that.

Yeah.

That's why I kind of wanted Quincy to do the tests.

You know what I mean, Sam?

I'm not sure that I do.

Well, no offense, Sam, but I got a lot at stake and come on, after all,

wouldn't we rather have Quincy do the tests anyway?

All right, I'll tell her.

Dr. Quincy?

Yes, sir.

Paul Barkley. Attorney.

I understand you're handling the Robbie Parker case.

Just who do you represent, Mr. Barkley?

Mark Berkich, the football player.

I understand you were with the deceased last night, and Robbie Parker been drinking?

We have not yet ascertained whether or not she was legally intoxicated.

I see.

And then you do know whether she'd been refused service at Danny's place.

Why should she be refused service? She wasn't drunk.

Then she wasn't refused.

She was served.

Yes, she was served, just like the rest of us.

Doctor, the police crime lab has established that a piece of fabric

jammed in the headlight rim of Miss Parker's car came from Mark Berkich's slacks.

Now, Miss Parker was the renter of the hit-run vehicle.

I'd be very interested in the results of the blood alcohol test.

That drink may have been the most expensive she ever had.

Good day, doctor.

What does that look like to you, Sam?

Silicone.

You ought to consider doing this for a living. You're getting good at it.

It's a pre-shaped implant.

This girl has had extensive reconstructive plastic surgery done on her face.

That's not so unusual.

If she were in a terrible accident or a fire, there's no evidence of that.

Look at the skin, how smooth it is.

Why would a pretty young thing like that have so much work done on her face?

Her family should be able to shed some light on her.

Yeah, if we can find them.

There's a doctor I read about, Redmond in Palm Springs.

He's the only guy around here who does this kind of work. I want to talk to him.

I want you to do a series of skull films on her.

Quincy.

Oh, honey.

I don't know.

You told me when I got to the airport.

I didn't know you'd gotten to know her so well.

Well, I guess I really hadn't.

She'd only been with the company about three weeks, but we really hit it off.

You know how that happens between two people sometimes?

The chemistry was just right.

She seemed to need somebody.

She was...

I don't know.

Vulnerable.

She was reaching out for help.

I'll take you to your car.

I was hoping you'd give us more help than that.

Tell us who she was, where she came from.

The police can't get a lead on her.

I mean, it's like she didn't exist before yesterday.

She never said very much about a family, a friend.

I don't know. It seems to me that she came from the East somewhere.

I don't know.

You know, it's very strange.

She never really said anything about herself at all.

I mean, I never really thought about that before.

That's the same with that Janet Martin, the other girl that came into Danny's for?

Nobody, nowhere, nothing.

What about the company?

I mean, they must have some kind of record of next of kin or family or something.

Her family lives in an empty lot in Weehawken.

The last company she worked for never heard of her.

She didn't get a Social Security number until about three months ago.

I don't understand.

Who does?

Oh, listen, did she talk to you about an accident she was in?

No. Why do you ask that?

She had extensive plastic surgery done the last few months.

You have to buckle up to start this car, don't you?

Yeah, otherwise I'd forget it.

Isn't this the same make and the same model that Robbie was driving last night?

Yeah. Why?

I'll tell you later.

Quince, I got your blood alcohol report.

Be right with you.

Got a seatbelt bruise anywhere.

0.1% alcohol value right on the borderline.

She must have had a drink before she came to Danny's.

Does Monahan have a copy of this?

I couldn't hold it back.

I don't think Danny's in real trouble.

The fact that she was legally intoxicated or not

doesn't have a lot to do with hit and run if she wasn't driving, does it?

I gotta talk to Monahan.

What do you mean, wasn't driving?

I'll explain it to you later. You know where he is?

He's down in Ritzky's lab, working on something.

The guy looked like a floater.

A floater?

The plot thickens.

All right.

Quincey, what are you doing down here?

My job. Where did you find this body?

Loaded in from the marina. Why?

I think we might find seatbelt bruises on him.

Not on him, you won't. Believe me.

Dr. Quincey, if Dr. Ritzky says there are no bruises,

there are no bruises.

What have we got to lose? Let me take a look, will you?

This might be the driver of the car that hit that guy at Danny's.

Since seatbelts leave distinctive marks,

and since Robbie Parker had no such marks on him,

I assume she wasn't doing the driving.

Maybe he was.

Quincey, let's get this thing settled.

It was as of five minutes ago.

All right, just a minute.

Dr. Ritzky, do you mind?

It's okay with me, but you're wasting your time.

Thank you.

Satisfied?

Dr. Quincey, on your way out, would you tell the orderly

to return Mr. Tomasino to his locker?

What is this, a private party?

No, Quincey, it's awake.

Awake?

Yeah, that's why I called you.

They closed me down.

Who closed you down?

This company, based on a new California inebriation law,

pending the investigation of Robbie Parker's death.

By the way, what did you find out?

Well, she was on the borderline of inebriation.

I mean, it could have gone either way.

Borderline? That kid had two drinks all night,

and she was sipping them.

Hey, why don't you go on vacation?

We've been on a vacation, remember?

Why don't you take up a hobby?

Hobby? Yeah.

I ain't got hang gliding or scuba diving.

Yes, sir. The doctor will be with you in a moment.

Won't you have a seat, please?

He's very good, you know.

I beg your pardon?

The doctor.

Oh, yes, he'll do wonders with those.

And this drooping nasolabial fold, you'll see,

he'll just make it disappear.

Right in with one of these little chins.

Oh, yes.

Dr. Quincy?

Yes, sir.

I'm due at the clinic, but I can't give you five minutes.

That's all I'll need. Fine.

Well, Palm Springs is a long way to go for some professional advice, doctor.

What can I do for you?

Well, I'd like to talk to you about a patient,

a young woman, Robbie Parker.

Three months ago, extensive facial reconstruction.

Name sounds familiar.

Well, here, let me see.

I'm afraid you're mistaken, Dr. Quincy.

Robbie Parker is not one of my patients.

Well, maybe she changed her name.

Take a look at that.

Never saw the woman.

Wait a minute. Take a look at the picture, will you?

Now, this has got to be a woman that you operated on,

the kind of work that was done,

why it's the same as if you signed your name to it.

Dr. Quincy, I'll be charitable and I'll ignore your ill mannered outburst.

Oh, well, I'm terribly sorry about my manners.

I don't like what happened to Robbie Parker.

Don't you care? She was your patient.

I told you she wasn't. Now, please, get out of my way.

You're the only man I know who does this particular reconstruction.

And there's another one. Tell me who it is.

Look, there's no psychiatric ward in my hospital.

I'd recommend that you be confined for observation.

And as an alternative, I'll call the police

and ask that you be removed unless you get out of my way.

Right now!

Oh, uh...

Dr. Redman was overcome when I told him that she had died.

Robbie Parker?

You knew her?

Oh, yes. Such a lovely girl.

What a shame.

When was she here?

Well, let's see.

That was when I had my vacation.

About three months ago.

Thank you.

It was crazy now, Doc.

Well, how long is Quincy gonna be in Palm Springs?

I don't know.

He said he'd be back as soon as possible.

If you can prove Robbie had some physical condition,

an allergy, a reaction to alcohol, something in her medical history.

I keep thinking, I think he's getting warm.

Hmm. We're getting nowhere.

Quincy can't find out who she is.

So how does he get medical records?

Anyways, it's a long shot.

Sam, I don't have too many shots.

Don't throw any of them away.

Quincy's sure the key's in her past.

Why was the wipe clean?

If he can find the answer to that,

maybe we'd know why someone would want to kill her.

Which is what he believes happened.

Sure. Quincy can work magic.

You know what he did with that thigh bone?

He built a whole guy from it.

Now, you said that Robbie had extensive surgery,

plastic surgery, right?

So? You got a whole girl to build on.

Hey, I think you got something there.

I do?

Well, get on it as soon as Quincy gets back.

Thanks, Danny. You really came through for us.

I did.

So...

Max, you're making the eyes too round.

Don't use the picture. Use her.

See, they're more exotic.

Max, use her.

All right, Quincy. You're the boss.

I think the jaw line's too strong.

We took out the implant, the chin got a little weaker.

Let's take it back by that much, then.

Yeah.

What a difference.

It's amazing what a little silicone does to someone's physiognomy.

And the nose. You see that?

Remember the pre-shaped implant we took out?

See, it widened it.

It's a little bigger.

See the nose?

Now, I want you to narrow it a couple of millimeters, okay?

All right.

Now, put in some hair.

Quince, take a look at this.

From one black Madonna to another.

Oh, my God.

Quince, what's the matter?

Oh, my...

Do you know her?

Carrie.

You missed?

I missed this group I had all day. Thanks.

Remember her?

Yeah, Carrie Taylor.

That was her name when she was a cocktail waitress at Danny's Bar about a year ago.

You remember we wondered how come she went away so suddenly?

Yeah.

She's come back as Robbie Parker.

Same girl after plastic surgery.

It's too bad. Nice kid. I liked her.

Too bad it's a nice kid who liked her?

What is that? Her reputate?

Quincey, if you show me where it'll help, I'll deliver a 20-minute eulogy.

Wait a minute, Monahan. You're not that cool.

You knew.

Yeah, I found out about a half hour ago.

Huh? From who? Why didn't you tell me?

Well, it's rapid. It's no concern of yours.

But the girl was murdered.

I don't believe this. Where are you?

Quincey, it'll go down in the books as a possible homicide.

Now, we'll investigate further if we get any other leads.

What shut you off?

We'll investigate.

Oh, sure. You go through the motions of investigating.

And what about Danny? He'll be wiped out.

Quincey, I can't do any good for Robbie, but Danny maybe.

I dug up a rap sheet on Tomasino.

Sly type.

Sex offender.

He forces his victims to drive their car to a deserted place and then rapes him.

Now, it's not airtight, but it should get Danny off.

And if Robbie was under duress, then she's not responsible for what happened to Berkich.

I had a wonderful coincidence how you came up with this whole scoop on Tomasino when I wouldn't let go.

Who reached you?

The Tooth Fairy.

Listen, as far as you found out, Robbie only knew two people in this world.

Jenny, who flew into L.A. with her, and that girl Janet Martin, who came down to Danny's.

And you haven't been able to find her?

Did you even try?

I tried. Blonde, mid-twenties, five foot six.

Good figure. There are a quarter million dames in this city that fit that description.

Well, Robbie had a complete identity change.

Even her vocal cords were surgically shortened to alter the pitch of her voice.

Now, that had to be a government agency. They only do big alterations.

And they're also big enough to make you keep your mouth shut.

Quincy, stop guessing him. I'm not Sir Gallahan. I'm just a good cop.

Now, look, I called Sam about a half an hour ago and told him to get that death certificate ready.

Now, you go down there and sign it for your friend Danny.

Thanks a lot, brother.

Do you have Carrie Taylor's death certificate made out?

You're an old ray of sunshine.

You missed eight calls all from the same person.

Who?

She wouldn't leave her name, but don't worry. She calls every five minutes.

Hello. Yeah, this is Dr. Quincy.

I've got to talk to you.

Well, you weren't talking to me. Who's this?

Not on the phone, please.

Who is this?

A friend of a friend. Please, I need your help.

Could you meet me at Chuck's parking lot in the marina?

When?

As soon as possible.

No?

Sexy voice.

Yeah, if you're turned on by terror.

The police want to talk to you.

You didn't tell them?

No.

Robbie trusted you.

When I knew her name was Carrie Taylor, I liked her very much.

She told me all about Danny's. The people there, mostly you.

She loved Danny's.

What did you want to tell me?

The newspaper said that she...

That her death was an accident, but that the coroner's office is still investigating it.

It was an accident, wasn't it?

Hey, take it easy.

I'm so tired of being scared.

Can you tell me what you feel?

I can't.

Look, in one way, half as much of you.

Oh, come on, now. You can't be afraid your whole life.

Yeah, well, that's what Robbie said.

Where are you gonna run? And for how long?

I don't know.

Robbie trusted me, can't you?

I can't get my head together. I'm so scared.

You don't know what that's like when it gets to you inside.

Listen, I'm not Clark. Can't you know?

I mean, if something doesn't scare me at least twice a week,

I can't get out of here.

Well, I feel like my head is full of cotton. Nothing will penetrate.

Hey, look, give me a little time and maybe I'll be able to talk to you.

Yeah, but how can I find you? Where will you be?

I don't know. Someplace safe.

Listen, if you can't get me to the office, I'll be on my boat.

It's down here at Fiji.

Now, I have to tell you something.

Her death was not an accident.

Are you absolutely positive?

Absolutely.

The police have evidence that a known sex offender, a rapist,

had a fight with Robbie when they went through the fence.

His name was Thomas Hino.

I was married to him.

What?

Yeah, he was a lot of things, none of them nice,

but he wasn't a rapist. That's one thing I know for sure.

How can you be that sure?

He was impotent.

I want you all to know that this was a very good month.

For San Fernando Valley.

Hey, wait a minute.

How can you get two glasses? I need another drink.

It's because it's free.

That's right.

We drink.

Quincy.

I don't know how you've proved that the rapist was in the back of a car.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know how you've proved that the rapist was in the back of a car.

I don't care.

All I know is that no more bad jokes about your profession.

Dead drunk all out is out.

I want to talk to him.

I want you all to say hello to Quincy.

Hey.

I want to go hang you, free lawsman.

I'm not here to be a mess.

Hello.

Mr. Tovo, this is John Blake.

Hey, wait a minute.

You were supposed to come here to the party.

Just heard from the police department that the medical examiner

refuses to certify the cause of death.

Bad joke.

The medical examiner is standing right here with a glass of champagne in his hand.

I don't know what he's celebrating.

In the circumstances, until the cause of death has been ascertained,

we cannot continue coverage.

I'm going to have to withdraw your binder, Danny.

Wait.

I just opened the doors.

Well, you'll have to close them again.

Wait.

What are the chances are that if...

you have the death certificate, none.

You've also got a $2 million lawsuit over your head.

And that's making this company very nervous.

I'm fighting for you, Danny, but I've got to tell you,

the board wishes to close this matter.

Do you understand what I'm saying?

I understand. I'll talk to you.

Quincy.

And this mutton had just told me you wouldn't sign the death certificate.

That's what I was trying to tell you, Danny.

Yeah.

I just feel like I got... like I got kicked in the stomach.

Now, we're friends.

I'm not conning myself. We're friends.

Oh, yeah, we're friends.

And don't tell me that you...

Okay, wait a minute. I'm sorry, Quincy.

Forget about the restaurant a minute.

You got to be reasoned, right?

Explain it to me.

I'll try. Remember Carrie Taylor?

Yeah, what has she got to do with this?

Well, the girl that was killed in the car, Robbie Parker.

They're the same person.

Stop it, Quincy.

I mean, Carrie worked for me for three years.

She's family. You tell me I don't recognize her.

She's standing right next to me.

She had extensive facial reconstruction.

Now, trust me, Danny, they're the same girl.

Well, anyway, what's this got to do with us?

There was another girl here that night.

You probably didn't meet her. Janet Martin.

She's in danger.

If I sign Carrie Taylor's death certificate,

I might be signing Janet's, too.

I need some time.

Well, uh, what's time you need?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?

Robbie's Carrie. I got lawyers.

The place is going down, and you...

Well, what can I...

I just don't have the time to give you.

Excuse me, Quincy, I, uh...

I'm gonna finish up with some of my friends.

I find your concern for your friend Danny, Dr. Quincy, very admirable.

I admit that I'm touched,

but I'm not to say that your arguments persuade me in the slightest.

I stake my reputation on the fact that Robbie Parker's drinking

had nothing to do with Birkens' accident.

I wouldn't be surprised if you were right.

Well...

Unfortunately, your reputation is admissible in a court of law,

only insofar as it attests to your qualifications as an expert witness.

Now, if you could swear that the young woman

had not exceeded the legal limit of blood alcohol,

that might be different.

Honestly, Doctor, I'm not interested in any other aspect of the case.

What about right or wrong? A small matter of justice.

Very important concepts, all of them.

But I deal in the law as written.

That's supposed to ensure justice.

But Danny didn't do anything. Why should he be hurt?

Well, why should my client? He's certainly at least as innocent.

You know, Doctor, we don't live in a perfect world.

My job is to make the best I can of its imperfections.

I know a lot of surgeons like you.

Knife-happy.

I've even testified against them.

Before they get blasted, they get very, very rich.

But a lot of their patients suffer or die.

Well, in my profession, the consequences are rarely fatal.

Doctor, you know, you're a very rude man.

But I suspect that you're as dedicated as you are rude.

Now, let me ask you a question.

Suppose it hadn't been Danny's bar.

Suppose it had been, uh, Joe's bar or Fred's bar.

And the body of the victim was brought into your morgue

as a result of an accident caused by too many drinks at Joe's or Fred's.

How would you feel then?

This is a very young law, but it's a good one.

It may need some modification, and it will very likely get it.

But how do you feel about all the accidents that didn't occur?

Because of some frightened bartender or owner

who refused to serve that one drink that could have made the difference.

Hi. I decided to take you up on your invitation to Drawfield.

I'm glad you're here.

I didn't want to see you around or I would have had a bottle of wine open.

I'll make some coffee.

I can be a lot of fun.

Yeah, if you don't die from sheer terror first.

Yeah, I'd be flattered if that was passion instead of panic.

You know, you're really very attractive.

Your hands are cold.

Well, it's cold down here by the water,

but I think both are real romantic.

I'll get you some brandy.

And stop playing the vamp, will you? You're rotten at it.

I'm sorry.

Just tell me what happened to Robbie.

Must I right now?

Yeah, right now.

I just tore the heart out of a dear friend

because I reacted to your panic earlier today.

I don't want to play any more games, lady.

Either tell me what you're afraid of or get out of here.

In a way, I killed Robbie.

Oh.

Well, I knew Robbie.

Carrie before when I was married to Tomasino.

That's how she met all those people. It's my fault.

Well, long past whose fault it is.

And you haven't told me what happened.

Okay.

Tomasino's boss was Mr. Big in the rackets.

Robbie got involved with them.

Sort of, but she knew too much.

So when the big guy was arrested,

the government asked her to be a witness.

She was.

Oh, they told her they'd give her a new face,

a new identity, the whole thing.

He got 20 years.

But the word went out from jail

to make her an object lesson.

You know what happened.

They're still the old you, huh?

Yeah.

I pretended that I didn't know anything,

so they didn't ask me to tell you.

They weren't after me.

But I'm involved again.

The other night at Danny's, I saw this man.

I only know him as Bill.

I'm pretty sure he's the one that killed Robbie.

He saw me.

Well, how can I help you?

If you sign the death certificate that it was an accident,

they'll know I didn't talk.

I'm a medical examiner.

I'm supposed to determine the cause of death.

I don't need you to tell me.

But they don't know that.

Aren't you being naive, Janet?

I'm the only one that can identify this Bill.

You think he's gonna let you live?

Your only hope is to nail him.

Thanks.

That's like telling me that there's no hope at all.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have asked you to lie to hurt Danny.

What for?

Look, I'm getting out of here.

I can only cause you trouble.

Hold it, will ya?

What are you gonna do?

Leave me alone here in the dark. It's very scary.

Here.

We'll be together.

I want to guarantee that this young girl

doesn't wind up the same way that Carrie Taylor did.

I can assure you, doctor,

the Bureau deeply regrets the death of that young woman.

Oh, that's very touchy.

Doesn't help her very much, but can't have everything, can you?

We operate under stringent legal limitations, doctor.

We have guidelines for the treatment of those persons

whose testimony on behalf of the government

may place them in jeopardy.

We can't act as permanent nursemaids, you understand?

Right, Mr. Maxwell.

We certainly agree.

Oh, we sure do agree, don't we?

Oh, boy.

I don't really see that you have any personal stake in this affair.

I mean, we have provided a criminal record

on the man who was in the car with the Parker woman.

That should resolve your friend's liability problem.

Criminal record is a lie.

The man was a criminal.

He's dead.

I mean, the details aren't important.

I grant there's no perfect solution,

but this will avoid embarrassment for everyone.

And what could be more important,

except maybe saving the life of another young girl?

We want to talk to Janet Martin-Thomasino.

Preferably before she's murdered, I hope.

Please, doctor.

We're trying to cooperate and be patient.

Now, that woman may be a material witness in the federal case.

You could be guilty of obstruction.

I hope so. I'm certainly trying.

Ah, that's not what Dr. Quincy means.

It isn't?

Look, I can promise you that we will provide the woman

with the full protection of the law.

I promise you.

We will provide the woman with the full protection of the law.

Isn't that the same speech you made to Carrie Taylor?

Doctor, I do my job.

This is still a government of laws, not men.

If one or another law works a hardship on some individual,

it can always be changed.

You know, you just reminded me of something

I read in college a long time ago.

Anatole France wrote it.

The law and its majestic equality

forbids the rich and the poor,

the mighty and the powerless,

from the rich and the poor,

from the rich and the poor,

from the mighty and the powerless,

from sleeping under bridges,

begging in the streets and stealing bread.

Now, since there's a man still on the loose

trying to kill her,

I'm going to obstruct justice just a little longer

and not tell you where Janet Martin is.

I trust you'll be taking Dr. Quincy

off the Robbie Parker case.

I will? Oh, uh...

Why?

Well, he may cause you and us a great deal of embarrassment.

There's no reason to allow that.

Well, I can think of one.

What?

I happen to be very proud of Dr. Quincy.

That's what?

See you around.

Hello, West Side?

This is Sam Fujiyama, Medical Examiner's Office.

I need some information, please.

Did you have an accident patient

with an admission on Tuesday night

or Wednesday morning showing seatbelt?

Uh, I'm sorry.

Wrong number.

Hello, Lieutenant.

What is that all about?

What? Come on, Chris.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

What?

Come on, cut it out, Sam.

I don't know what you're talking about.

You're playing gumshoe for Quincy.

Would I do that?

Would you do that? You'd try walking on water

if he asked you to.

Sam, Quincy has a bug about this Robbie Parker case

and it's bugging me.

Now, things are happening and I'm the last

to know about it and I'm getting fed up.

Would you try talking to Quincy?

I'd like to try strangling Quincy.

You know the feds that are in on this case?

The pressure from my department, the lawyers are giving me a bad time.

All I'm waiting on is the

Woman's Temperance Union to join the party.

Now, look, tell me what Quincy's doing.

I think he's out somewhere.

I know he's out somewhere.

Where? Doing what? Why? To whom?

I sure like to help you, Lieutenant.

Sam,

you were just on this telephone

talking to the hospital about accident victims.

Now, what does Quincy know?

Hospital.

Oh, yeah, that.

Quincy asked me to make a couple of calls

if I had time.

You know, you're a lousy liar.

I wish there was a law against lying.

Not what's the use.

Quincy, would you come over here, please?

You realize I've been looking all over for you?

Now, listen, Maxwell has been on the phone

and is he something.

He wants that witness.

You know what he said to me?

Tell Quincy that if he remains silent,

I'll lean on him. Now, can you believe that?

Now, Quincy, you've got to realize that I don't have

the right to be a witness.

I'm not a lawyer.

I'm not a lawyer.

I'm not a lawyer.

I'm not a lawyer.

Quincy, you've got to realize that I don't have power

to stop that, that bureaucrat.

Well, to quote that eminent philosopher,

Bertrand Russell, who cares?

Wait a minute.

I'm Thomas Siena.

I'm the guy that stopped you at Danny's parking lot.

And I got a gun.

Now, move over, lady. Do you hear what I said?

Move over. Move over, lady.

Quincy, let's not get carried away, all right?

Move over.

Okay.

I still got the gun on you.

And I'm driving, not you, see?

I pull out of the space.

The lights are breakage.

The car swerves. I hit him. I go on.

The car goes out of control.

And I still got my gun on you?

You have. I couldn't.

It's impossible. Besides, you could have taken

the gun away from me at any point.

Now, I'm Thomas Siena, and I don't have a

seatbelt bruise on my body.

Why? Because I'm sitting in the back

with my gun pointed towards your head

while somebody else, a second man,

is doing the driving.

Yeah, okay. Thanks.

How's it going with you?

I feel I've only got one piece missing.

How about you?

Couple of accident victims at the county general.

Not promising.

And at the Marina Del Rey, that sounds odd.

Home address is Miami.

Paid for the room in advance in cash.

No driver's license on him. No wallet.

What's his name? William Leggatt.

Two Gs. Admitted with multiple injuries

and seatbelt bruises following a crash.

A guy named Bill?

At the Marina with seatbelt bruises?

This could be the missing piece.

What are you going to do?

Well, I'm a doctor. I'm going to give the poor guy a second opinion.

Well, even if he has seatbelt bruises,

they'll have healed enough by now so you can't use the

mis-evidence.

Yeah, but I'm a good doctor. I'll find something.

Still I get. How many Dr. Quincey?

What do you want?

I want a sample of your fingernails.

Make sure there's no infection.

What infection? I was in a car crash.

I know that. Take it easy.

Just hold still. There you go.

What are you going to do with that?

Well, you see, I'm from the coroner's office.

You're a little early. I'm still breathing.

You were driving the car

that went into the water the night that

stewardess was drowned.

My office wants reckless driving. I'm going to push for manslaughter.

I don't even know what you're talking about.

I saw you at Danny's place that night.

So? That doesn't prove anything.

Do you know anything about forensic medicine?

No.

Well, you should learn. It's a fascinating science.

For instance, the night you got into the car with Robby,

you tore her blouse.

We found the scratches on her skin from your fingernails.

Now, fingernails are like fingerprints.

There are no two alike.

And when I put the tissue from her chest

under the electron microscope,

the ridges and valleys that your fingernails left

will be unique.

It'll put you right in that car, Mr. Leggert.

And the seatbelt bruise?

That'll corroborate it.

File this.

Jack, I have got to be on that plane from Miami tonight.

You meet me with a ticket.

Feeling better, Mr. Leggert?

I'd say sneaking down the back staircase

is a pretty clear admission of guilt, wouldn't you?

All right.

I was driving the car,

and the car went into the marina.

All we're talking about is an accident.

You think any jury in the world's gonna buy that?

You entered the car

with the intent to kill,

and the intended victim was subsequently drowned.

Now, that's not reckless driving

or manslaughter.

I'm afraid I was a little hasty before.

Man's right.

It's murder.

Jerry, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Jim.

Thank you, doctor.

You see, cooperation is worthwhile.

Yeah, but see, I'm afraid I wasn't 100% legal.

I don't think I was telling the truth before.

You can identify a knife played under an electron microscope,

but not a fingernail.

You see, they grow, they break off.

As far as I know, maybe Leggert's been biting his fingernail

since the accident.

You can't identify anybody from what...

from what bluff on your part.

Well, I learned it from you.

Nobody gets hurt, and I took my best shot.

Hey, I'm ready to sign that death certificate.

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

Oh, no!

You know, Quincey, when you invited me to the races,

I didn't expect turtles.

Oh, no, it's exciting as the best, isn't it, Quincey?

All right, folks, lighten up.

There's no coach time.

Okay, come on.

Let's go.

What's the matter, Quincey?

Aren't you going to cheer Winston on?

Are you kidding? I didn't bet a dime on him.

He hasn't won a race in six months.

I'm thinking of training him in for a snail.

Quincey,

about the other day,

I'm sorry.

I...man, I saw my whole life

going right down the hill.

Nobody can fault you for that.

He won!

Quincey, Winston won! He won!

And I didn't bet a dime on him, see?

Ah.

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