Fame and fortune definitely
go along with driving.
Evidently so does
danger, on and off the track.
At 140 miles an hour,
hypoglycemia plus amphetamines,
believe me, equals death.
How can anybody knock
him off in the middle of a race?
Well, 15 million people saw
it on television, including me.
You have the most
to gain by his death.
I didn't k*ll anybody.
Hellman was dead on arrival.
There goes our case.
Gentlemen, you
are about to enter
the most fascinating
sphere of police work,
the world of forensic medicine.
It's been a hot day
here at the raceway.
The temperature's
hanging in the high nineties.
It wasn't so long ago in
the grand old days of racing
when heat like this would
play havoc on the cars' tires,
but I'll tell ya, with all the new
fibers and plastics nowadays,
this ain't nothing
but cool weather.
Too bad the same thing
doesn't apply to the engines.
With Lambretti running hot,
that makes seven cars today
having trouble with overheating.
It looks like Carroll's
making a move on
the outside stretch
coming in to turn 11.
The new engine everyone
was so... Hey, he made it...
Did you hear what that guy said?
There's no way Bannon can lose.
He could get out of his car
and push it to the finish line.
Don't be so cocky.
The race isn't over yet.
What about that guy
you're betting on, Lambretti?
You gonna tell me
he's throwing the race?
You saw it, he overheated.
He's still in there!
One guy that cannot say "die".
Pardon the expression.
You can't stand to lose a bet.
Quince, shouldn't
we be getting back?
I mean, we still haven't
finished the Jeffries case,
and Astin's probably reported
us as missing persons by now.
What does he want? We're
working on a Sunday, aren't we?
He's just trying to
catch up after you took
that four-day weekend
on Catalina Island.
My boat broke down...
Whose side are you on anyway?
Just a little while
longer, okay, Sam?
Kevin's wife is Sherry Reddon,
whose late father Andrew was one
of the grand old
men of auto racing.
Well, it looks like Kevin Bannon
is coming in for his last pit stop now
and look at the way that
Reddon Motors pit crew moves.
Is there any wonder why they're
called the best in the business?
There's a close
sh*t of Kevin now.
With the lead he's got, he could
take a nap or stop for a beer.
This last year has been
awfully tough for Reddon Motors,
but it looks like things
are on the upswing...
One thing, can't
understand, Quincy.
They don't get out of the
race car during the whole race.
What are they gonna do
if they gotta, you know...
You know what they say. "Winning
isn't everything. It's the only thing."
I think he might be
talking over a little
last minute strategy
with his pit boss, Chick Thomas.
Sherry's watching her
husband on his way to victory
and I bet she's one happy lady.
There he goes!
This has been a
terrific afternoon
for Kevin Bannon
and his Red Phantom.
Kevin's resuming his lead and
there's not one car on the track
that even is in the
position to challenge him.
Smooth sailing from here on.
It's only a race for second with
Lambretti punching it out against Carroll.
They finally get... Oh, wait a
minute, Bannon's in trouble!
He's losing control,
going into a spin!
End over end, the car's
breaking apart! Oh, no!
A fire!
I don't believe it.
What happened?
It isn't exactly the world's
safest sport, Quince.
The ground crew's on its
way. Those boys move fast.
Let's hope they can
move fast enough.
The yellow flag is out now, slowing
down the cars because of the hazard
as the fire crew seems to be
bringing everything under control.
They sure got to him fast,
and they're putting the fire out.
I hope he's not hurt.
I hope so too, but I
wouldn't count on it.
Quincy, we've really
got to get going.
Hey, Quince,
don't forget the
bet I lost, you know.
There it is, Sam.
Cardiac myosarcoma.
Cancer of the heart? Yep.
I've heard of it, but I've
never seen a case before.
It's a pretty rare disease.
If I had to guess it,
I would never have
said that, I tell ya.
Now, don't tell me. That's
Dr. Fujiyama and that's Dr. Quincy.
I almost forgot,
it's been so long.
We just ducked over to
Danny's for a bite of lunch.
Two hours and 35 minutes.
Was it that long?
Sam, I told you my watch was
broken. What's the matter with you?
Oh, first, it was your
yacht, now it's your watch.
Gee, another mechanical failure.
Well, I guess maybe
I lost track of time,
what, with it being
Sunday and everything.
Oh, it's Sunday...
For normal people,
it's a day of rest.
I don't think all of America...
I mean, I know that
this is not Catalina.
You know, it's Sunday
for all of us, Quincy,
and while you're spending
three hours for lunch,
I've been fielding phone calls
from Mrs. Jeffries and her
attorneys, and the mortuary.
All they want to know
is when we'll be finished.
Well, you can tell them the
examination has been completed.
The cause of death
was cardiac myosarcoma.
Are you certain?
See for yourself.
Hey, that's good work.
I'll call the mortuary and
have them release the body.
Okay, we can wrap up,
Sam. We finally can go home.
Now, wait a minute!
Wait a minute!
A responsible M.E. doesn't, you
know, come in late and leave early.
There's another
arrival, a race car driver.
Kevin Bannon? That's right.
The hospital called
and said he d*ed
without regaining consciousness.
Are you the guy that's
gonna look at Kevin?
Yeah.
You were his chief
mechanic, weren't you?
Yeah. Listen,
look close, Doctor.
Because somebody did
something to Kevin. I'm sure of it.
He was drivin' good, really
good. Just like he used to!
He wouldn't have crashed!
Sometimes it just happens.
Not this time! He was too good!
I'm tellin' ya, somebody did
something to him! I know it!
Come on, Chick, let's
let the man do his job.
It's okay, it's okay.
Now, you'll find something.
Doc. I know you will.
You've got to! You've got to!
What do you think, Quince?
Let's go find out.
This is the body of a well-developed,
well-nourished Caucasian male,
Discoloration under the left eye
and abrasions of the
knuckles of both hands.
They pre-dated
the accident, Sam.
Yeah, he must have
been in some fight.
You have the x-rays?
Yeah, they're right here.
The hospital sent them over.
Fractured right femur,
fractures of the radius and ulna.
Shattered clavicle...
Neck is dislocated between the
axis and third cervical vertebra.
There it is.
Left fractured humerus.
Looks like every bone
in his body was broken.
Unfortunately,
this won't take long.
So he had enough
internal injuries
to k*ll him several times over.
Keep reading. You haven't
gotten to the good part yet.
Wait till you see
the tox screens.
.03 milligram percent
amphetamines.
He had enough uppers in him
to keep him flying for two days.
He was high, yes,
but not an overdose.
You're not saying it
was enough to k*ll him?
No, no, no. But
why would a driver
of Bannon's ability
have to take pills?
Oh, come on, Quincy.
They don't put sports
heroes on pedestals any more.
Some athletes in every field today
think they need dr*gs to stay alert
to keep one step
ahead of the competition.
But whatever happened to the
Joe DiMaggios and the Lou Gehrigs
who didn't have to
take stuff like that?
Or the Dizzy Deans
and Dolph Camillis...
I didn't know you
knew about those guys.
Yeah, I know. You never
think I had a childhood...
Well, it's just that
sometimes you surprise me.
Dr. Quincy, you
always surprise me.
Let's go home.
Yeah, I have to get my
bottom scraped today.
Aw, Quincy...
Not me, the boat.
I gotta get the barnacles
scraped off the hull.
Oh. You really worried
me there for a moment.
What was it, Doc?
What happened to him.
Sorry. I don't have
anything to tell you.
He d*ed of injuries
sustained in the crash.
There must have been
something to make him lose control.
I don't know what. There was
nothing wrong with him organically.
The only foreign
substance in his body
was a large dose
of amphetamines,
which couldn't have k*lled him.
Amphetamines? dr*gs? Oh, no, no.
Kevin have never
taken any dr*gs,
especially before a race. Never!
Mr. Thomas... Mr. Thomas,
I'm sorry. Blood tests don't lie.
Doc, Kevin was like a son to me.
I've sat in hospitals when
he was in cr*ck-ups before,
and I wished him
right back to life
when everybody gave up on him.
I knew him better
than anybody else.
I would have known
if he was taking pills.
I'm sorry.
Chick, it's over, let's go.
I would have
known. I would have.
Poor guy. He's really upset.
I'm beginning to wonder
about the amphetamines.
Oh, now, wait a minute.
Are you saying you're not
certain of the cause of death?
No. He said that
Bannon never used them.
He seem to know him pretty well.
Evidently not well enough.
Anyway, you admitted yourself
the dosage wasn't enough to k*ll him.
Besides, if he
didn't take the pills,
who else could have slipped them
to him in the middle of the race?
Yeah. I guess you're right.
Then you really feel
this case is closed?
I sure do. See ya
tomorrow morning.
Mr. Thomas? Yeah.
I'm sorry I called you
so late or so early.
Oh, that's okay. I've
been here anyway.
I've been going
over the car to see
if maybe there's
something we overlooked.
Find anything? No.
Of course, you can't
tell in this condition
but I know it was running fine.
What about the amphetamines?
You still feel the same
way you did before?
Listen, Doc. I can't prove it,
but I know that Kevin never
would have taken any speed.
He was a nut about his health.
He never smoked,
he hardly ever drank
and before a race,
he'd live like a monk.
He ate right, he slept right, he
never even looked at a woman.
And even Sherry Reddon?
His wife? Especially her.
Nobody could come
between her and her dad.
She was always holding up
her dad for Kevin to admire
and he was getting
pretty sick of it.
Even after Reddon
d*ed last year,
it got worse instead of better.
So as far as you know, he
never took any amphetamines?
That's right. You want
coffee? Yeah, please.
You know, a lot of drivers
do take them to get sharp.
Maybe he took
them, just this once.
He didn't need it.
Kevin was the best.
Not anymore.
Maybe he was tired of
not being number one.
Maybe he figured a little boost
would help him to get up there.
Or maybe he was
getting too old for racing,
and he didn't like the idea of these
younger drivers passing him by.
Doctor Quincy, I can't believe
that Kevin ever took any uppers.
If you're so sure that he did,
what are you doing here
at 3:00 in the morning?
I don't know. I couldn't sleep.
I kept getting these
anxiety att*cks.
You mind if I have some
of these to help my anxiety?
Sure, go ahead.
That's one habit Kevin
did have. Not pills.
What did he eat?
This stuff? Yeah.
All this stuff, the nuts and
cheese, and peanut butter crackers,
beef jerky, hard-boiled eggs.
Protein tablets? Oh, yeah.
He started those a
few months ago too.
Did he have hypoglycemia?
Well, I don't know. I'm not exactly
sure I know what that means.
It's an abnormally low
level of sugar in the blood
that has to be stabilized by a constant
intake of protein like this and this.
Oh! But even if Kevin
had this hypoglycemia,
what's that got to do with
amphetamines, or the accident?
At 140 miles an hour,
hypoglycemia plus amphetamines,
believe me, equals death.
Okay, Bill, run the film.
The amphetamines in his system
would make him hyper metabolic.
What?
It would stimulate his heart
and his breathing rates.
Oh.
See, with hypoglycemia
his blood would already
have trouble maintaining
an adequate level
of sugar in his blood.
The amphetamines would
cause an increase juices of sugar,
dropping the level of sugar in
the blood to the danger point.
He might have become
disoriented and maybe passed out.
There's Kevin coming in
now for the last pit stop.
He must've picked up the
amphetamines during that stop.
We didn't find any pill
residue in his stomach,
only some of the snack foods
and a mixture of fruit juices.
So the amphetamines
must've been in liquid form.
Did Bannon drink
anything during that stop?
Oh yeah. He had a
pitcher full of juice.
Every time he came in,
we'd hand him a glassful.
There, you see, he's
drinking some of it now.
Who prepared it?
Oh, Kevin did that himself.
He had his own special
concoction of guavas and mangoes,
and he insisted that
everything be fresh.
Could anybody from the pit crew
get to that juice
and maybe spike it?
Well, I don't know.
The pit is like organized
chaos when a driver comes in.
Could anybody on that crew
have anything against Bannon?
I don't think so.
No. Most of them have
known him for years.
They were as loyal as brothers.
Of course, there
was Mark Hellman...
Who?
See the second guy on the
left, looking at the engine?
Yeah.
He was a young
hotshot driver himself
before he got flagged
down for a heart condition.
Hellman was one of the
best motor man around.
Well, he and Kevin
were big buddies,
they even roomed together
when they were on the road.
But they developed this grudge.
What kind of a grudge?
Well, Hellman started
fooling around with Sherry.
Kevin wasn't getting
along too well with her
but he didn't like it anyway.
So they had a fight
about it a few days ago.
That would account for the
bruises we found on his body.
Why did Bannon keep Hellman
around if he didn't like him?
Racing came first with Kevin.
He'd have the devil in his
corner if it would help him win.
This time somebody helped
him make sure that he would lose.
Okay, Bill, thanks a lot.
What happened to the
juice pitcher after the race?
I guess it's still there in the
refrigerator back at the track.
May I borrow it?
I'd like to run some tests
on it for amphetamines.
Yeah, yeah, sure. Let's go.
Hey, Doc, there's a lady
in here looking for you.
She said she's from
an insurance company
and wants to see you
about the accident.
An insurance company!
That's great, that's all I need.
They swoop down
on you like vultures.
Doctor Quincy.
I'll see you at the track, Doc.
Okay.
Hi. I'm Judy Fellner, I represent
Sterling Casualty and Life.
You do? Yeah.
I'm sorry, I didn't want
to disturb you in there
so I just stayed in
the projection booth.
My company issued the insurance
coverage on Kevin Bannon,
and I couldn't help overhearing
that there might
be some question
about the cause of his
death involving dr*gs.
Well, I don't have
all the facts yet.
And I don't want to discuss
it until I know more about it.
Doctor Quincy, please wait!
Look, just between you and I,
I don't know what
I'm going to do.
You see, I wrote this policy.
I thought it was a
real coup at the time.
And now my job is
gonna be on the line
unless I can find
a way off the hook.
How much is the policy for?
A million dollars.
Yeah.
That's quite a policy.
Who's the beneficiary?
Reddon Motors.
I'd be so grateful if you
could tell me anything
that would help me.
You know, I'm a
real admirer of yours.
I read in the papers every
time you have an important case.
I know you're the most
outstanding forensic pathologist
in the whole country.
Oh, come on.
Please...
If anybody can help me, you can.
What can I do?
Look!
There are several clauses
in Mr. Bannon's policy
that would render
it null and void.
For instance, if he had some
hazardous medical condition
that he concealed,
or if he took dr*gs that might
have contributed to his death.
Didn't you mention something
about amphetamines?
Yes. We did find
amphetamines in his bloodstream.
Well, that will be enough then.
Whoa. Wait a minute
now. Cool down, lady.
There's a possibility the
dr*gs were given to him
without his knowledge.
Chick Thomas, his mechanic,
said that he never used speed.
Doctor Quincy, I hate
to make insinuations.
Mr. Thomas is a really nice man
but he might have a vested
interest in maintaining that.
What do you mean?
Well, there was a
separate rider on his policy
that would provide
$50,000 for him.
Mr. Bannon wanted to make
sure that he was taken care of.
I'll do whatever I can for you.
Thanks.
Hi, Sam. Hi, Quince.
Where have you been all day?
What are you doing?
Taking lessons from Astin?
You're beginning
to sound like him.
Well, he's been looking for
you, and he's on the warpath.
Yeah? Thanks for the tip.
I've got to make another stop,
so I'll use the service elevator.
In the meantime, I want you to
do a tox screen on this pitcher.
Okay. What are we looking for?
I don't want to make
it easy for you, Sam.
Come on, Quince, I do
have other things to do.
Okay. We're looking
for amphetamines,
enough to give
an elephant a kick.
Okay. I'll get on it.
I'll see you in a few
hours, okay? All right.
Quincy! Where have
you been all day?
There's an echo in this place.
I want to see you in
my office, right away!
I just want you to tell
me something, Quincy,
just, just tell me one thing.
Were you in your right mind when
you said to an
insurance investigator
that Kevin Bannon's death
may have been related to dr*gs?
Oh, her? Well, I was only
telling that to the poor girl,
she was so scared she
was gonna lose her job.
You didn't know that
she's "Loophole Fellner",
one of the sharpest insurance
investigators in this business.
Oh, come on, that
sweet little thing?
She was almost in tears.
She's a professional
bounty hunter.
Oh, no, no.
She tracks down
questionable claims.
No, no, no.
She gets a percentage of whatever
amount she saves the company.
Quincy, you fell for her line.
"Gee, Doctor Quincy,
"I'm so scared.
"I wrote the policy for this man
"and I'm afraid I
might get fired."
That little weasel!
You're not laughing now
and you won't be
laughing when I go to court,
because Reddon Motors sues us
because you said something
that may be prejudicial
to The settlement
of their claim.
Now the reason
why I'm not worried
is because we settled
this case yesterday.
We agreed to that, didn't we?
Yes, we did.
That was before I found out that
Bannon might have
had hypoglycemia.
Now if he had that, he wouldn't
be using speed, would he?
That would be like
committing su1c1de.
Hypoglycemia? Yeah
Then his death may
have been related to dr*gs.
Quincy, you're terrific.
I'm going to get that...
You are a pro.
How did you find that out?
Well, Chick Thomas told me
that he started snacking
constantly a few months ago.
Everything he ate
was high protein,
crackers, cheese, peanut butter,
everything that a
doctor would recommend
if he knew you had hypoglycemia.
Now that certainly would
explain the accident, wouldn't it?
The amphetamines would
cause him to black out
shortly after they
hit his system.
You're concluding that
he had hypoglycemia
because he ate
peanut butter crackers?
Aw, come on.
I eat peanut butter crackers.
I keep them as a snack,
I have hypoglycemia.
Yes, but you're not
a race car driver.
You're not a health nut.
He even took high protein
tablets with him on the road.
Like millions of other
people who use them
and try and lose weight.
What you're saying
is impossible to prove.
Because the only way
to confirm hypoglycemia
is to perform a glucose
tolerance test on a live patient
with a functioning digestive
system. True or false?
True, but I'm trying...
Don't but me!
Now you can't do
that with Bannon now,
so how are you
going to build a case
on hunches and
peanut butter crackers?
I'm not. I'm going to build
it on finding somebody else
who knew about his condition
because at least one other person did.
The one who k*lled
him! Somebody else.
That's right. Now look, I
have backed you before
when I thought you were
right, and it wasn't easy.
But I am not going to put
this department into a corner
for... for something that
is impossible to prove
and not for peanut
butter crackers!
I'm not asking for
a lot, just two days.
I'll tell you what I'll do.
You give me 48 hours and
I'll work weekends for a month.
Well I know you're
a reasonable man,
that's why I made a proposition.
Thank you very much.
I gave him a standard physical.
But you know as well as I do
that hypoglycemia's
very difficult to detect
without doing a
glucose tolerance test.
Why do you think he
never mentioned it to you?
These drivers are a
pretty rough breed.
They are always trying to
cover up things all the time
so they can race.
Last weekend, I had a
guy with a broken arm
that I didn't even know about.
He wound up steering with
one hand most of the time.
Yeah, but hypoglycemia is
not a rare or serious disease.
I don't understand why he would
keep it such a dark, deep secret.
I mean even from Chick Thomas.
It wouldn't
jeopardize his career.
Wouldn't it?
Kevin Bannon had a contract
endorsing Sugar Wheels.
They even named a cereal
with that tie-in in mind.
Now if it became known
that he had hypoglycemia,
the company would have
dropped that contract overnight.
And that contract was
worth $150,000 a year.
I guess auto racing
isn't just a little sport
we watch on TV over
the weekend, huh?
Oh, no.
Quincy, it's the third largest
spectator sport in the country today.
With more paid
admissions every year
than football and
baseball combined.
Fame and fortune definitely
go along with driving.
Evidently so does
danger, on and off the track.
Mrs. Bannon? I'm Doctor Quincy.
The medical examiner's office.
Oh yes, Doctor. Please come in.
I'm sorry to bother
you at a time like this...
It's all right.
Doctor Quincy, this
is Mark Hellman.
How do you do. Hello, Doctor.
Won't you come in. Thank you.
Please sit down. No, thank you.
What was it you wanted
to see me about, Doctor?
I wanted to talk to you about
your husband's medical condition.
Specifically, his hypoglycemia.
Hypoglycemia? Oh,
you must be wrong.
Kevin was always
in the best of health.
Well, if my hunch is right,
he found out about his
condition a few months ago.
Did you notice any
change in his eating habits?
Well, my husband and I haven't
lived together for some time.
We had an arrangement for
business purposes, that's all.
Bannon was dragging the company
down with him, Doctor Quincy.
He was over the hill and
he just wouldn't admit it.
He was winning yesterday.
The checkered flag didn't
fall on that finish, did it?
I don't think that
was his fault.
Yeah well, I do.
You should've seen him
when he made the last pit stop.
He looked like he
was a 180 years old.
He just couldn't cut it.
You two had a
personal disagreement.
Yeah. He treated Sherry
badly, and I didn't like it.
What does hypoglycemia
have to do with Kevin's accident?
A great deal.
That's why I'm looking for somebody
who knew about his condition.
Why don't you ask Doctor
Finley at the speedway?
I was just with him. He
didn't know anything about it.
Well, maybe you're wrong
about Kevin and his hypoglycemia.
I doubt it.
He didn't mention it?
I was so sure he
would have told you.
I told you, Doctor, my
husband and I were not close.
But you were still his
wife. You were still married.
Is there anything else,
Doctor? I'm a busy woman.
No. Thank you for seeing me.
Doctor Quincy. Have you found
anything conclusive yet? Anything?
You ought to be
ashamed of yourself.
And you can drop the Shirley
Temple act. "Loophole Fellner".
Okay. I'm sorry I conned you.
But don't let your wounded
vanity get in the way.
You don't really believe that
it was an accident, do you?
Now why should I tell you that?
You're only looking for
an angle. You don't care.
You want your company to get out
from under, so you
can get a big reward.
So, our motives are different but we're
still after the same thing, the truth.
So, why can't we work
together? Together?
And what would your
contribution be? Leeching?
I'll give you a copy of the official
report as soon as it's ready. Okay?
Sam, do you have the
tox results on that pitcher?
Yeah, it's right here. But I don't
think you're going to like them.
They were negative?
Do you remember
that old W.C. Fields line,
"Who put orange juice
in my orange juice?"
That's all there was
in the pitcher, juice.
It can't be. Are you sure?
Positive. I checked
them over twice.
An interesting concoction of
juices but zero amphetamines.
Sam, how did the dr*gs
get into his system?
We must be
overlooking something.
He had to have picked
up the amphetamines
during his last pit stop.
It beats me, Doc.
What are they giving him there?
A little bag of stuff.
What kind of stuff?
Fruit, little pieces of oranges.
Every time he came in for a pit
stop, I would hand him a bagful.
Why didn't you
tell me that before?
Well, I thought you said the
amphetamines had to be in liquid form.
They did.
That's why we found orange pulp
in his stomach and
no dr*gs in the pitcher.
But I saw Kevin peel the oranges
and put the pieces in the bag
himself just before the race.
But earlier than that. Who had
access to them earlier than that?
Well, I don't know,
anyone who could
get into the training
room I guess.
But the fruit was in the
refrigerator the night before.
I'll bet that's when
the m*rder*r did it.
Sam, he got the amphetamines
when he ate the orange.
Yeah, could be.
But how do you get
pills inside of an orange?
Not pills. Liquid, remember?
Now what happened to the
orange peels after the race?
I guess they take it away
in the trash at the track.
When do they pick
up the garbage?
Today. Just about now.
Well, let's go. Maybe
we're not too late.
Now this is the
locker room, right here.
Are you sure this is the one they
threw the locker room garbage into?
Yeah. Where would the
trash from here be taken?
Where it would be impossible
to find, the track dump.
Along with the garbage from the
fifty thousand people at the race.
Fifty thousand! You're right,
that would be impossible!
Hey, maybe he just picked it up.
Maybe he didn't have time
to take it to the dump yet.
Come on! We can catch him.
Hey! Are you guys
crazy or something?
Hold it, Jackie...
Jackie, wait a minute.
Did you just unload that trash
can over at the locker room?
It's very important!
Yeah, sure. Maybe
five or six bagfuls.
Which ones are they?
Are you kidding!
Take 'em all back
to the lab. Come on.
Oh, good grief.
Quincy. Wake up, wake up!
Quincy! What are you
doing sleeping in here?
Quincy? Are you
responsible for all this?
Sam! Sam, what's
going on in here?
What's happening? Will
somebody speak to me?
What is this mess out here? Is
this a laboratory or is this a pigsty?
Quincy, wake up!
What is all this garbage?
Why are you hollering? It's not
garbage, it's valuable evidence.
This garbage is evidence?
You're hollering again.
We couldn't find any trace of
amphetamines in that pitcher
because we were looking
in the wrong container.
What do you mean?
Nature's perfect package.
Nobody would ever think of looking
inside an orange for a m*rder w*apon.
The amphetamines were not
dissolved in the juice pitcher,
they were injected into this
before Bannon peeled it and ate it.
Sam, Chick Thomas and I were
up all night searching for this.
Look for yourself. Amphetamines.
Enough to cause a
point-0-three milligrams
percent dose in
Bannon's bloodstream.
Here, look at this.
See this thin line through the
middle of the cross section?
It's a needle track in the skin.
We found it painting the
orange skin with blue food dye.
Here's where it seeped through.
Quincy, that's terrific.
Oh, look, no cry to victory.
We know how, we
have to find out who.
It's a marvelous achievement.
You two have all the fun.
Look, it's a feat.
What is?
How'd you get in here?
How do you think?
Chuck?
Well, he's a man, isn't he?
So, what'd you find?
Well, as a matter of fact...
In fact, we didn't
find anything.
I lost something. my keys in
the trash, so I was looking for it.
Look, Doctor Quincy, I don't
care how you feel about me.
I just wanted you to know
that my company is ready
to throw all its resources
behind your investigation.
Now, is there anything
we can do to help?
Well, as a matter
of fact, there is.
You mind holding
that right there,
please and do
a little K.P. duty.
Is he always like
that? Running off?
Sorry, Quince, it's
a wild goose chase.
If his apartment was clean,
do you really expect to
find something down here?
We can try, can't we?
Here it is.
Oh, what have we got here.
Well, well.
If those are amphetamines,
all we have to do is match
the concentration in this bottle
to the residue in
the orange peels.
You know, I think you
got it pegged right after all.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
What's the matter?
I said you were right.
Can't you take a compliment?
Well, it was kind
of easy, wasn't it?
You know, I don't believe you.
You complain even
when you're right.
If Hellman k*lled Bannon,
he'd have to be
some kind of fool
to leave stuff like that
hanging around, wouldn't he?
Maybe he hasn't had a
chance to get rid of it yet.
Besides, Quincy, he didn't
know he was under suspicion.
Everyone isn't a
criminal genius, you know.
Most murderers
slip up somewhere.
The guy who k*lled
Bannon is smarter than that.
Let's go talk to Hellman.
Hey, Doc. You found
out anything more?
Plenty. Where's Mark Hellman?
He's over there
in the yellow car.
He's getting ready to qualify
for the race this weekend.
He's driving for Reddon now.
I thought he had a heart
condition that made him ineligible.
Well, he said it
was the kind of thing
that would heal up
in time. I guess it has.
Sherry needed a new driver,
Mark had the inside track,
so Doctor Finley examined him
and gave him a clean bill of health.
How convenient. Sure is.
Isn't that lucky.
All of a sudden everything's
going his way, huh?
You wait here.
Hellman.
Hellman! What?
I gotta talk to you, now.
What are you crazy? You
think I'm getting a tan here?
I'm getting ready
for qualifying.
You can qualify as
much as you want.
There's an awful big chance
you'll never race again.
Now!
Alright, come over here.
What the hell you mean
by that? Why won't I race?
Because of an accident that
wasn't an accident but m*rder.
Bannon's? That's right.
I don't know
anything about that.
If you don't, somebody's setting
you up to be a perfect fall guy.
Why are you wasting my time for?
I don't know what the
hell you're talking about.
Let me spell it out for you.
You have the most
to gain by his death.
You wind up with his wife,
she inherits a million dollars
from the insurance company,
you drop into his driving spot.
You know what I'm
talking about now?
Look, it's a dog-eat-dog
business, mister.
I've worked a long time
and trained very hard
to get myself back
in shape for this.
What happened to Bannon
has nothing to do with it.
Who's going to believe that,
especially when the lieutenant
shows them the syringe and the bottle
they took from your locker.
Syringe? I don't know anything
about any syringe and bottle.
What are you talking about?
The police think you do.
I was with the lieutenant when
he found them in your locker.
My locker?
He thinks he's got
enough to put you away.
Hey look, I didn't do
anything. I didn't k*ll anybody.
Now, I don't know
nothing about this.
Don't you understand what's
happening? Somebody's setting you up.
You're going to end
up taking the rap.
All right, okay.
Just let me make
this qualifying run
and when I get back I'll
straighten it all out for you, all right?
I'll give you the k*ller
on a silver platter.
Somebody who knew about
his hypoglycemia, okay?
Okay.
What'd he have to say?
He'll give us the answers
when he gets back.
- What happened?
- It's a double blowout!
Mark! Come on!
Is he alive... huh?
Just barely. I've got
to get him out of here.
I'm going with him.
Just when he was
about to tell us everything.
Yeah, quite a convenient
accident, isn't it?
The left front and rear blew.
Pretty unusual, isn't it?
Well, it does happens sometimes.
Yeah?
Yeah, okay, I'll tell him.
Doc. That was the hospital.
I'm sorry, Hellman
was dead on arrival.
There goes our case.
Yes, I'd like the medical
file on Kevin Bannon.
Yes, B-a-n-n-o-n.
Oh, you don't. All right,
thank you very much.
Sam, what's going on here? These
phones have been tied up for hours.
Who are you calling? What
are these phone books here?
Well...
These area codes
are all over the country.
Do you realize what kind of a
phone bill you're running up?
Quincy wanted me
to... Where's Quincy?
Doctor Astin. Quincy,
what's going on?
What are these tires doing here?
You know, first this place
looks like a garbage dump
and now it looks like a garage.
Well, look, I noticed something
strange about the tires
after Hellman's accident
so I had them brought in.
Look at the rubber
around the edges.
The consistency is very mushy.
Go ahead, touch it, touch it.
I asked Chick Thomas if
this could have happened
as a result of the
heat and the fire.
He said he didn't think so.
Hmm.
What have you got on your hands?
Nitric acid stains.
Somebody injected
it into the tires
to cause the rubber to get weak
so it would give way under
the pressure of heat and driver.
Aha, see...
Ahhh!
Now look, the acid residue
isn't strong enough to burn.
All you'll get is some
discoloration for a couple of weeks.
Oh terrific.
Do you realize, I have
a formal white-tie dinner
at the mayor's mansion tonight?
How do I shake hands with these?
I should have known better.
I shouldn't come in here
without a decontamination suit.
What are you going to
do with those telephones?
I'm looking for a track
doctor around the country
that might have diagnosed
Bannon's hypoglycemia condition.
He must have gone to somebody.
If I can find out
somebody else who knows,
I might be able to
track down the k*ller.
You realize what kind
of a job that will be?
No, it's not that bad.
Chick Thomas gave me a
scheduled calendar of all the races
they entered in the
past three months.
We're already
halfway through the list.
Quince, I think we've
got something on him.
Doctor Hilton Weiss
in Pennsylvania.
Pennsylvania? Doctor Weiss.
Not too long.
Sorry, Doctor Weiss...
Doctor Quincy, I heard
about Kevin Bannon.
Be a terrible loss to racing,
we all thought it was
a tragic accident here.
I don't think it was
an accident, Doctor.
That's what I'm
trying to find out.
Can you tell me anything
about a hypoglycemia condition
Bannon might have had?
Yes. Certainly. I examined Mr.
I examined Mr. Bannon
on August 15th.
He was suffering from
fatigue and exhaustion,
and hadn't been able
to complete a race here.
He thought it was
due mainly to heat.
I ran a five-hour glucose
tolerance test and a C.B.C.
The C.B.C. was fine but his
blood sugar dropped to 55.
The results indicated
hypoglycemia,
so I prescribed
a diet to control it.
Doctor, can you tell me if anybody
else knew about the condition?
Yes, his friend who brought
him in when he collapsed.
Who was that?
Hellman. Mark Hellman.
I remember because he called
me again just the other day.
What for?
Well, he wanted to check to see
if a copy of Mr. Bannon's
medical records
had been forwarded to
his personal physician
as Mr. Bannon had requested.
Did you forward the information?
Certainly. I'll send you a copy.
I really don't understand
why you took the time
to get in touch with me
when you could have called him.
Who?
Thank you, Doctor.
Thank you very, very much.
Well, what did he say?
Everything I wanted to know.
All right, Sam, we've
performed an autopsy on the car,
let's perform one on the driver.
What do you expect to find?
The same thing the
m*rder*r found and ignored.
A great deal of
internal hemorrhaging,
a ruptured spleen.
Let me have the board, Sam.
Look at the size
of his heart. Mmm.
Look at the valves, the
thickening of the walls.
Yeah, it's extremely
enlarged. Cardiomyopathy.
There's no doubt about it.
A first year medical student
would have spotted it.
But I don't understand it.
How could he race
with a condition like that?
He'd be subject to dizziness
or blacking out under stress.
The doctor who
gave Mark the okay
didn't expect him
to drive very far.
Take the tissue
samples, will you, Sam.
Look, this is not my rule.
This is the county organization.
These rules come down
from up above and...
What's going on
here? What is this?
Doctor Astin is
trying to have me
forcibly removed
from this building.
No unauthorized personnel
are allowed in the medical lab.
Now, you can't just snoop
around here indefinitely.
Wait a minute.
Let's not be rude.
In fact, Miss Fellner is exactly
the person I want to see.
I am? Yeah.
You said we should make a
deal, we should work together.
I think you're right. Uh...
Look, I've got everything I need
except one missing
piece of a puzzle.
A motive for the m*rder.
How good are you at
obtaining information?
What kind of information?
Oh, personal matters, business
dealings, private correspondence,
you know, the sneaky stuff.
Just try me.
Come on.
Why did you let her in here?
Don't you have any willpower?
This is an outrage.
What do you mean by
barging in here and accusing me
like some common criminal?
Oh, not common.
You're very special.
There's no m*rder*r as
deadly as a doctor, is there?
I don't know what
you're talking about.
You k*lled Mark Hellman
because he blackmailed
you into letting him drive again.
What do you mean,
"blackmailed" me?
I gave him a thorough
physical examination
and I found him fit to race.
He suffered from
severe cardiomyopathy!
And you gave him the okay to
drive again with that condition?
I didn't have the luxury of
opening him up like you did.
Now I might have made
an error in my diagnosis,
but that is not a crime.
But m*rder is.
You knew he had
two things against him.
If his heart didn't give
out, the tires would.
How do you explain this,
Doctor? Nitric acid stains.
That's what was used to
sabotage Hellman's car.
I dropped some in the lab. No.
You injected it into his tires.
Then you planted the
evidence in his locker,
hoping we would find
it and drop the case.
This is insane.
Now what would I
have to gain by this?
Plenty. A $180,000 borrowed from
Unity Savings
against your house,
another 440,000 against
your boat from another bank.
$60,000 drawn against
your pension plan.
Every penny of it
loaned to Reddon Motors.
And you were three or four
months behind in your payments.
Another two months, the
banks would have foreclosed.
Bannon's insurance money
was going to make you the winner.
But you were going after the
big prize in the crackerjack box.
Weren't you? Sherry Reddon.
I don't know what
you're talking about.
I figured that when
I found the person
who knew about his
hypoglycemia condition,
I'd have my hands
on the m*rder*r.
I already told you.
I didn't know about his
hypoglycemia condition!
Not according to Doctor
Weiss from Pennsylvania.
He sent you a copy of
Bannon's medical records.
Now I don't believe
you were in this alone.
I think his wife knew
about his condition.
I think you planned
m*rder, together.
No, no, Quincy, please.
Please, Sherry had nothing
to do with this, believe me.
I, uh, I loved her.
I wouldn't put her in
that kind of jeopardy.
Bannon was nothing.
He didn't love her.
He didn't deserve her.
I... didn't want her
to lose everything.
I didn't... I didn't want
to lose everything.
Come on, Doctor.
I'll drop you off.
What are you looking at?
Something very sacred.
Here's to the conclusion
of another case.
I'll drink to that.
You know, I gotta admit.
That was a pretty fair piece
of detective work, Quincy.
Any time you decide to give up
on the forensic medicine
business, you can come work for me.
Yeah, right.
Yeah, work for you.
That would be the day.
Well, I sure am glad it
turned out good for you guys
because my company is
taking a bath for that policy
and I lost my percentage.
Oh, I'm sorry. I
feel responsible.
Why don't you let me take you to
a good restaurant for dinner, huh?
What? What restaurant?
What is this? A garage?
Oh, don't be so
sensitive, will ya?
Then we'll go for a little cruise
in my boat. What do you say?
About his boat. He's a great
sailor. Bring your life jacket.
What do you say? Okay, okay.
Good. Okay,
fellas, see you later.
So long, Quince. Bye-bye.
Says she had no idea
how the jewels were stolen...
No, wait a minute,
wait a minute.
And the police have no clues.
One of the stones is the
famous Pizzon diamond.
The missing gems were valued
at well over two million dollars...
I've got to get out of here.
Wait a minute. What about
the dinner and the cruise?
I'm sorry but
business is business.
Besides, you're the
reason I'm broke.
I've got to go make some bucks.
Good restaurant!
Serves you right.
I just got dumped
by a bounty hunter.
04x02 - Speed Trap
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Series follows Dr. Quincy, a resolute, excitable, ethical and highly proficient Medical Examiner (forensic pathologist) for the Los Angeles County Coroner's Office, working to ascertain facts about and reasons for possible suspicious deaths.
Series follows Dr. Quincy, a resolute, excitable, ethical and highly proficient Medical Examiner (forensic pathologist) for the Los Angeles County Coroner's Office, working to ascertain facts about and reasons for possible suspicious deaths.