03x10 - Touch of Death

[bunniefuu]

Hey, Tad! Look at this
guy. What's the matter?

Hey, Monahan, what are you
doing here? This isn't a police matter.

It became a police matter

when they found a bag of
cocaine in Kamura's trailer.

What do you think
is the cause of death?

You're somehow related to that
movie actor Tad Kamura, aren't you?

What is it, Quince? He's dead.

I can't let Tad's body
be autopsied, Quince.

Why not?

You will not touch
my son, Doctor.

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

And cut! Print it.

You looked great.

Everything all
right for you, Tad?

Yeah, fine.

Tad's spinning rear kick was a
little sloppy but I think it'll be okay.

That's gratitude from the
man I put in show business.

Don't forget, Danny.

I'm the sensei.
You are the student.

Okay?

Whatever you say, boss.

Uh, Ron, we'll do a
pickup on the action.

Got to do our coverage.

Once again!

All right, quiet please! Quiet!

Roll please!

Scene 59, Baker, take one!

Speed.

And action!

Cut! And print it!

Tad, that was terrific! Looked like
you two guys were k*lling each other.

Isn't that what the
audience wants, sweetheart?

Hey, Tad! Look at this
guy. What's the matter?

Tad! What happened? Tad!

He just keeled over!

Hey, somebody get a
doc over here! Hurry!

Back from lunch so soon, Sam?

I worked through lunch
so I can leave an hour early.

Heavy date, huh?

Yeah. With my family.

Well, that can be kinda heavy.

It's a kind of a big reunion
for a visiting fireman.

Quincy.

Yeah. Where?

Yeah, I'll be right there.

Sam. Yeah?

You're somehow related to that
movie actor Tad Kamura, aren't you?

Somehow is right. He's my
cousin on my mother's side.

As a matter of fact,

since he's the only
movie star in the family,

tonight's shindig
is in his honor.

Well, I just got
a call about him.

What is it, Quince?

He's dead.

Dead? I'm sorry.

How did it happen?

They say it was a heart att*ck.

I don't believe it.

I don't believe it! Not Tad.
He's young. Just turned 26!

As fit as anyone, anywhere.
How could he have a heart att*ck?

They didn't say. Why
don't we go and find out?

You want me to go with you?

Only if you want to. Now,
I'll understand if you don't.

Let's go.

Hey, Monahan, what are you
doing here? This isn't a police matter.

It became a police matter

when they found a bag of
cocaine in Kamura's trailer.

That's impossible, Lieutenant.

Tad Kamura was a
fanatic about his health.

You've been reading too
many fan magazines, Sam.

Sam is related to Kamura.

I'm sorry, Sam. I didn't know.

Dr. Edwards, this is Dr. Quincy
from the Coroner's office.

Oh, yeah. How are you?

Pretty good, Doctor.

Anybody see what happened?

Yes. I'm Jim Rudolf,
the director of this picture.

Just tell me what happened?

We had just
finished this sh*t...

Another take actually. A
very carefully staged fight.

Did he get hit? Not once.

These people are
expert at what they do.

Really remarkable control.

I don't see any bruises.

Neither did I, sir.
I'm the studio doctor.

I examined him and he
hadn't been dead ten minutes.

Course, when I knew that
they'd been staging fights,

I looked for bruises and
broken bones right away.

There are none.

What do you think
is the cause of death?

Heart att*ck.

How could you be so sure?
Was he a patient of yours?

No.

But I examined him for the studio for
an insurance policy about six months ago.

He had a very
slight heart murmur.

And for his age,
in his condition,

statistically, that
means a heart att*ck.

I'll be here if you need me.

Thanks for your
help anyway, Doctor.

It's all right. Here.

What do you think
did it, Quince?

Well, his eyes tell me that he hasn't
used any dope in the past couple of hours,

but if he had the
cocaine... He wasn't a user!

Well, we won't know anything
until we get him downtown, Sam.

While you're
taking care of that,

Monahan and I are gonna go out

and see what kind of moves
they made during that staged fight.

I'm sorry, Sam.

Thanks.

Quince, you plan
to do an autopsy?

You know a better way of
finding out what k*lled him, Sam?

Come on, Monahan.

Sam. Sam, under
the circumstances,

you shouldn't be
back in here today.

I'm just waiting for Quincy
to get back. Then I'll leave.

And take tomorrow off too,
Sam, now do you hear me?

Your family must need you. I'm
sure they're very upset by this tragedy.

Yes, they are. We all are.

Sam, what are
you still doing here?

Just what I was asking him.

Were you able to
find anything else?

Not a thing.

Everybody who saw
the so-called fight

says your cousin
wasn't hurt once.

Then it was a heart att*ck?

Maybe.

Or maybe it was dr*gs,
or a combination of both.

I just don't know.

You don't know?
That's just terrific.

Now, what do I tell the media?

Why do you have
to tell them anything?

Because Tad Kamura was a
superstar in Oriental martial arts films.

I think every reporter and gossip
columnist in town are calling me

every 10 minutes trying
to find out how he d*ed.

Tell them I won't
know until I finish the

autopsy, which I'm
going to start right now.

I'll be waiting in the office.

Hey, why aren't
you in your greens?

Why isn't the body prepared?

It isn't here, Quince.

What do you mean, it
isn't here? What's going on?

When we left the studios, I
had to take it to my uncle's.

Your uncle's? Sam,
you can't do that.

I can't let Tad's body
be autopsied, Quince.

Why not?

Tad's father is a Buddhist
priest from the old country.

He still lives in that world,

that culture which believes

that the body should not
be desecrated after death.

I'm afraid my uncle would take
his own life if that happened.

Not here, Sam,
not in this century.

These traditions go
back many centuries.

I have to respect them.

But I have to find
out what k*lled him.

Well, that studio doctor said it was
a heart att*ck. Can't we accept that?

Come on, Sam. You
know better than that.

Besides, I don't think
it was a heart att*ck.

Well, you could be wrong.

We could autopsy Tad's body,

a procedure which could very
well drive my uncle to su1c1de,

and still find out it was
a heart att*ck after all.

Sam,

you've worked with me long enough
to know that I don't wanna hurt anybody.

Especially you.

I think I'm doing
the right thing.

Would it be all right if
I went along with you?

Are you kidding?

I wouldn't make a move on
this case without my partner.

Let me go change.

We can't disturb my uncle.

He is praying for Tad's
spiritual well-being.

This is my aunt. Tad's mother.

How do you do?

May we speak with
your husband, please?

It's very important.
I only want to help.

This is Dr. Quincy, Uncle.

He wants to know
why Tad is dead.

Uncle, you don't understand.

Dr. Quincy is making
great concessions

by coming here to examine Tad.

Just externally. I will
not violate the body.

Uncle, Dr. Quincy is authorized to
take the body without your permission.

Without anyone's permission.

He could have the police
come here and just take it away.

I don't want to do that.

And the examination will
be as gentle as possible.

You can depend on it, sir.

You will not touch
my son, Doctor.

He is dead.

The cause is unimportant.

Yes!

Yes, it is important. Please.

I say it is not such a
violation to learn the truth.

What are you saying?

I'm sorry. But we're in America.

These are their customs.

We have to accept their customs.

If they were in our country,
they would accept ours.

The doctor has promised
not to disturb Tad's body.

Maybe he will assure us that it
wasn't dr*gs that k*lled our son.

And what will that accomplish?

I have lost my only son.

I do not want to lose
my husband, too.

Thank you, Mrs. Kamura.

I leave my beloved son's
body in your hands, Doctor.

Thanks, Quince.

Hey, don't thank me yet.
We're not out of the woods.

We'll do a... We'll
do a tax screen.

I mean, that won't
be a violation, will it?

I'll get the syringe ready.

Gentlemen, gentlemen. You
just don't understand my problems.

You really, really don't.

Now, there must be
something you can tell me.

I can't hold the
press off much longer.

You won't have to.

We're almost finished.
This is our last tox screen.

What've you found so far?

Nothing. Not a single
trace of dr*gs anywhere.

Ah-ha! Just as Sam predicted.

Wait a minute, fellas.
Let's wait till the votes are in

from the outlying districts.

They're in now.

This is the last one.

You can tell by his
face it's negative.

And we're supposed
to be inscrutable.

Well, at least I can tell
the press what it isn't.

And I can phone and tell my
folks. Wait a minute, will you?

Now, let's not raise
any false hopes here.

What do you mean?
We didn't find any dr*gs.

I know it wasn't the
dr*gs that k*lled him.

But I know it wasn't
a heart att*ck either.

His white corpuscle count
is all wrong. Take a look.

Even a common cold can
change the white corpuscle count.

Not that much, Sam.

Now, I'm telling you, it wasn't
a heart att*ck that k*lled him

and I have to find
out what it was.

You're not going to autopsy.

I have to.

There's only one way.
You know it as well as I do.

I know that you promised
me that you wouldn't go in.

I didn't promise. I was
hoping I wouldn't have to go in.

Oh, no. There were
no ifs, ands or buts.

You gave me your word. I gave Tad's
parents my word. That's important to me.

Determining what k*lled their
son is what's important, Sam.

I may go in there, find he had
something that'll save somebody's life!

I can't live with that
on my conscience.

Sam, I don't believe it!

You're suddenly like a stranger!

You want to abandon all the
scientific principles by which you and I

have tried to operate
in this lab. And for what?

Ancient custom you
don't even believe in.

I can barely speak
their language.

But whether I agree with their
customs or not, I've got to respect them.

There are customs in our work
too. They've got to be respected.

Not by me.

I wash my hands of it, and you.

You're not quitting?

Are you gonna autopsy?

I have to.

I've already disgraced
myself in the eyes of my family.

Staying here with you would
disgrace me in my own eyes.

Hi there.

Hello. You must be Dr. Quincy.

That's right. Who are you? Lily.

Lily? Lily, your
new lab assistant.

Sam's replacement.

Yeah, well, I
forgot all about that.

You're a lot prettier than Sam.

But I ought to warn you, he's
a pretty tough act to follow.

Oh.

And I ought to warn you,

you're undermining my
self-confidence already.

Well, I'm sorry,

but I spent a lot of
time working with Sam.

It's going to be very difficult
to get used to somebody else.

Well, that's fair enough.

So, how do I start making
myself indispensable?

Well, you can start by
making a pot of coffee.

What?

Coffee. Don't you drink coffee?

All the time. Well,
why the face, then?

I'm a lab technician.

So?

Well, haven't you
heard of woman's lib?

I'm a medical examiner. You
ought to see my needle point.

I'm making the coffee.

I'm making the coffee.

All right, Quincy. I just want you to
know they've stopped phoning me.

Now they're here! Who?

A Mr. Otashi
Hiyedo is in my office.

He's the producer of
all of Tad Kamura's films.

He doesn't want me
to do the autopsy, right?

Right, so come on!

Yes, sir!

He has a hearing problem.

Quincy! I'm coming.
I'm coming. I'm coming.

He's also a very nervous man.

Not to tell you, Dr. Quincy,

to insist that you
do not autopsy!

On what grounds do
you insist, Mr. Hiyedo?

Tad Kamura was a great movie star,
the logical successor to Bruce Lee.

Well, we all know that, sir.

Next Monday I am opening
the last picture he completed,

in general release, in 200
theaters across the country.

Listen. Open it in 2,000
theaters if you want to.

The autopsy won't
interfere with that.

What if you discover something
else caused Kamura's death?

A scandal right now could
ruin the picture's chances.

Yeah, well, I can't do
anything about that, now, can I?

I'm talking about
millions of dollars, Doctor.

And I'm talking about
the loss of a man's life, sir.

I feel as bad about
Kamura's death as anybody.

Really? I didn't see you
at the studio yesterday, sir.

Weren't you producing
the picture he was sh**ting?

No. His contract with me
ran out last September.

But what has that got to do
with what we're talking about?

Oh, maybe nothing,
maybe everything.

The man dies, you have his last
completed film ready for general release.

Suddenly his name and picture
appear on all the front pages

on all the TV news programs.

People who never heard of Kamura

are certainly hearing
about him now, aren't they?

What are you getting at?

Oh, nothing.

Just that the timing of his
death was perfect and profitable

for the producer of
his last completed film.

I advise you to stop
him before it's too late.

Well, I have to advise you that if
Dr. Quincy thinks Tad Kamura's death

warrants further investigation,

well, you know, it's
his legal right, you see.

In fact, it's his responsibility
to go ahead with it.

Then I must warn you, gentlemen.

If this picture loses money
because of a fruitless autopsy,

I will bring a damage suit
against you for every penny

less than the average ten million
dollar gross of a Tad Kamura picture.

Ten million dollars? We're
in the wrong business.

I wanna thank you for
backing me up, though.

You don't have anybody else.

We better stick together or
we won't have a department.

Now, listen. You're sure that
autopsy is absolutely necessary?

Well, I won't
know until I do it.

Hey, you getting
cold feet? No, no, no.

It's just that he represents
a great many people and...

Besides, he's angry.

That answers my question.
Your feet are getting chilly.

No, no. I'm angry too.
I've made a decision.

If you think the autopsy is
necessary, then you get on with it.

Thank you. I'll take
care of Mr. Showbiz.

Listen, Quincy, now listen.

That funeral has to go ahead
as scheduled on Saturday.

Can you believe it? It's
been busy for over an hour.

I have to go over and see her.

I thought you were in such
a hurry to do the autopsy.

I am. But I want to
talk to Mrs. Kamura.

Maybe she knows
something about Tad's health.

Tell me where to look.

Besides, I'd like to
get her permission to

do the autopsy even
though I don't need it.

Help get Astin off the hook.

Mmm-hmm. One for the road?

Yes. That's terrific.

The road is right.
It tastes just like tar.

That bad, huh?

That bad. Wow.

I can't win.

I'm Dr. Quincy. I'm
with the Coroner's office.

I'd like to see Mrs.
Kamura, please. Thank you.

Dr. Quincy.

Sorry to bother you
at a time like this.

But I was trying to call you
on the phone but it was busy.

With condolence calls. My
husband had many admirers.

Oh, won't you sit
down? Oh, thank you.

You are not totally
unexpected, Dr. Quincy.

Sam said you would
probably want to see me.

Well, I don't know what Sam
told you but I'm not a policeman

and I'm not a meddler.

I simply dig out medical evidence
and hope it'll lead me to the truth.

Precisely what
Sam said about you.

Mommy.

Oh, excuse me.

Not now, darling.
Mommy has a guest.

Now, Dr. Quincy.

Well, frankly, the evidence
I have uncovered so far

indicates that your husband
didn't die from a heart att*ck.

Sam said you
would say that, too.

Did he complain
of not feeling well?

Headaches? Chest
pains? Anything like that?

No, he was never
sick a day in his life.

Was there any change from his normal
behavior in the past couple of weeks?

I don't know.

I haven't seen
him too often lately.

May I ask why?

Oh, I know how painful this must
be for you, but it's very important.

Please.

He worked very hard.

Especially on this
film he was making.

He would come home
very late every night.

And sometimes,

not at all.

But always exhausted,

irritable,

isolated.

In other words,

I was a widow
even before he d*ed.

Is there anything else you
wish to ask me, Dr. Quincy?

No, no, no, no.

I'm positive now that the
answers to my questions

will only come after I
perform an autopsy.

Dr. Quincy, this is my
uncle, Mr. Yamaguchi.

How do you do?

What did he say?

If I had wanted you to
know what I was saying,

I would have said it in English.

It is better that he
knows how we feel.

He said he is
against an autopsy.

And as Tad Kamura's widow,

I am too.

I'm afraid I can perform the
autopsy without your permission.

I'm sorry.

Goodbye, Dr. Quincy.

Hey, go on home.

Go home.

Stop right there, Doc.

You're not taking him anywhere.

Who are you?

His best friend. Danny Shigeta.

We're all his friends.

That's why we're not going to
let you take him and cut him up.

Well, if you're all
such good friends,

shouldn't you want to
know what k*lled him?

Or are you afraid to find out?

Why should we be afraid?

You tell me.

We promised Tad's family we'd stand guard
over his body until the funeral tomorrow.

And I promise you I'll have
Tad's body back by tonight.

No good.

Look, I'll call the police. In
five minutes they'll be here.

There'll be all
kinds of trouble.

I'm sure you don't
want that. I know I don't.

But that's the
way it's gonna be.

'Cause I'm not leaving
here without that body.

Okay.

You can take him.
On one condition.

What's that?

I'm going with you.

Chuck, this is as far as
he goes. You wait here.

How long is this
all going to take?

There's no way of telling.
I'll work as fast as I can.

Lily, drop whatever
you're doing.

We've got the go-ahead
on the Kamura autopsy.

Make-up.

Get into your greens.

But it's six o'clock.

Holy mackerel!

Means we got to work
faster than I thought.

We've only got tonight to find
the answer. So stand by, will you?

But I've got a date tonight.

I know. Sam never had dates.

You know something? Until
today I was crazy about Sam.

I'll get into my greens.

Quincy, I heard that you're
gonna autopsy after all.

Now, look, I'd like to help out. Maybe
we could speed things up, all right?

As a matter of fact, Lily
does have an important date.

Lily has a date? You're kidding!

Why would I kid
about a thing like that?

Sam didn't have dates.

Yes he did. He just never let them
interfere with his work, that's all.

All right, all right.
You're the boss here.

The Assistant Deputy
Coroner will suit up.

And I hope your
assistant has a nice time.

How'd I get in the middle here?

Ready.

All right. Take off your greens.

Will you make up your mind?

I did make up my mind.
Go on your date, will you?

Oh, I could kiss you for that.

Thanks.

You're not like Sam.

Well, it wasn't a heart att*ck.

The capsule of
the liver disrupted.

There was a delayed rupture of sub-capsular
hematoma when the liver was lacerated.

He bled to death internally
over a period of time.

Then he had to be in a large
degree of pain. Now, did you inquire...

He must have had
a high pain threshold.

He was young. He
had striking muscle tone.

Well, we know the only
way the liver can be ruptured

is by a hard outside injury.

Which would have resulted in
the intraperitoneal hemorrhage.

The liver literally
exploded into his abdomen.

That's why the doctor
thought it was a heart att*ck.

Yeah. Same symptoms.

Massive vascular collapse.

Well, you see...

But where's the external bruise?

Well, it's right...

Quincy!

Hi, Sam.

Can I come in?

Sure. Come on in.

First time I've ever
been to your apartment.

Don't you do enough
of that at the lab?

I was working on a few
experiments on my own time.

It's a nice set-up.

Thanks.

That's why you're
one of the best, Sam.

You always want to be better.

I have to talk to you.

We have nothing left to
talk about. We've said it all.

Well, not quite. Look, I know you're
mad at me, and I don't blame you.

That looks like a very
interesting experiment.

Thank you.

Sam, I...

I need your help.

I'm working for Dr. O'Neill now.

I know all about that pirate.

We'll talk about
him some other time.

Right now I'm only
interested in Tad Kamura.

I finished the autopsy
less than an hour ago.

Sam, he didn't die
of a heart att*ck.

Well, then you were right again.

Infallible as ever!

Will you listen to me?

I found a traumatic
hematoma of the liver.

That means he was k*lled
by a blow of some kind.

You're not gonna
hear me, are you?

Sam, there may be a m*rder here.

Will you leave me alone, please?

No, Sam, I am not
going to leave you alone.

Now you have to choose
between ancient tradition

and what you've
devoted your life to.

Why?

Why? Because
you're either a scientist

or you're gonna duck every
hot issue that comes along.

I doubt that I'd be in this
particular dilemma too often.

So if it isn't this dilemma,
it'll be another one like it.

Maybe worse.

Sam, you can't
keep running away.

You've got to tackle everything that
comes along or get out of the business.

Oh, Sam.

You and I, and everybody we know
that works as medical examiners,

have an obligation
to find the truth.

That is our oath of office.

To see that murderers,
whether it be a man with a Kn*fe,

or a flea carrying a
disease, be stopped.

That's why we got
into the business.

That why we became scientists.

To get at the truth.

Only...

In this case, I can't
seem to get at the truth.

I have no answers.
Only questions.

Such as?

Such as...

Is it possible that Kamura
was k*lled by a blow

during the filming
of one of the fights?

I doubt it.

Tad's stunt men were
all experienced karatekas.

They can control their punches.

Okay. Then that brings
me to question 7,002.

If Kamura was k*lled by
a blow someplace else,

why weren't there any bruises?

If you don't know,
I certainly wouldn't.

Okay.

Okay.

Then that does it.

That's it. I give up.

Which should make
you very happy.

You always said that one day
I'd find a case that would stop me.

And I'd have to stop
fighting lost causes.

This is it.

I once heard of a kind of
secret blow that people die from

days or weeks later.

What are you talking about?

I didn't think it was anything
more than an ancient legend.

Wait a minute.

Are you saying
that it's possible

somebody could
give a planned blow,

from which a person could
die a week or ten days later?

That's right. Well, tell
me more about that.

I don't know anything else.

Doesn't really help
me, Sam, but thanks.

And what I said over there,

please think about it.

Sam.

You are going to have to
make a choice, you know?

Sooner or later.

Quince.

I know someone who might.

Sensei

May I introduce
Dr. Quincy? Master Tobi.

How do you do, sir?

Sensei

May I ask a very
important favor of you?

Would you be kind enough to demonstrate
the power of the vibrating palm?

Bring four bricks.

What a trick.

It's no trick.

It's merely a question
of having the power

to set up a vibration which
penetrates through the outer brick

to break the others.

Very impressive! Can
you do this with a person?

Yes.

The technique is
known as dim mak,

the delayed death
touch. There are...

Delayed death?

Those who have
mastered the dim mak

have been able to time
the deaths of their victims.

Wait a minute.

Are you saying
what Sam said, that...

You could touch someone,

and from that touch
they could die tomorrow,

or the next day,
or the day after?

There have been men

who have dedicated their
life study to the art of dim mak.

How does it work?

Dim mak affects a vital
area, such as an organ.

The organ then degenerates
over a period of time.

What about the external
tissue? The skin? Will it bruise?

Not necessarily.

Who would know about dim mak?

I doubt if there are
many people today.

The method was originally
developed by a Kung Fu Master.

According to the
Japanese folklore,

the method was passed
on to a clan of ninjas.

Ninjas?

Legendary assassins
of Japan's feudal era,

who were masters of disguise.

Are there any
ninjas around today?

Only in movies
and books of fiction.

Oh, there are a few people who have
researched and attempted to revive the art,

but not for assassination.

One last question.

In your opinion, is it possible

for a master of
karate, like yourself,

to administer the
vibrating palm,

k*ll a person and
not leave a bruise?

Yes, I would say it is possible.

To actually time the
death is the true art.

Thank you very, very much, sir.

Thank you, sensei.

No identifying features?
Nothing to go on?

Nothing, except I'll
bet he's limping today.

I gave him a good sh*t in the
Achilles tendon with a bottle of wine.

Was the wine
bottle full or empty?

Oh, that's very funny.

Look, I know this sounds like the
Creature from the Black Lagoon,

but I'm not dreaming it
up. I do have this, don't I?

All right.

But who would have a
motive for wanting you dead?

First, you got to find out
who wanted Kamura dead.

You ought to check on Hiyedo.

Kamura jumped him to
go to another producer,

Hiyedo is not the kind of
guy that takes that lightly.

Then there's Danny Shigeta.

He had a lot to gain
from Kamura's death.

And he had a lot of
opportunities to hit him.

Then when I went
to see Mrs. Kamura,

she hinted that Kamura
fooled around quite a bit.

Also, she was doing some
kind of fancy karate exercises.

Why don't you check her
out, see who his enemies were.

And lastly, go see
that karate expert,

the one-man wrecking crew.

Well?

Look, Quincy, I've gone along
with your hunches before...

All right.

You've been right more often than
you've been wrong. I'll check it out.

But I think you're going
out on a limb too far.

Now, you have no real evidence
that Kamura was m*rder*d.

And you've stirred up enough
trouble in the Japanese community

without my aggravating
it even more,

by sending my men down
there and asking questions.

Oh, and may I remind you?

Tad's body is to be picked
up here within the hour.

That gives me just enough time.

Time for what?

To get a description of his
m*rder*r from Kamura's body.

Hi there.

Hi there! Do you
know what time it is?



That's right. You're late.

Uh-huh. What does
that mean? Uh-huh?

Here, let me make that for you.

I'm not late. I really
shouldn't be here at all.

Remember that heavy date
you let me keep last night?

Yeah...

Well, he asked me to marry him.

And you accepted?

Just like that.

So you see, I'm not late.

I shouldn't be here at all. I just
came by to say goodbye and...

Thank you.

Oh, what happened to your arm?

Somebody tried to break
my neck and they missed.

Oh!

Sorry.

That's too bad.

How are you going to do your
kind of work with one hand?

I guess I'm going
to find out, aren't I?

Well, I'd stay around
and help, Doc,

but I can't keep
the groom waiting.

Because it might give him time
to change his mind, you know?

Have a good life, Lily.

You didn't make the coffee.

Thank God.

Dissection of the right anterior
chest wall muscle and soft tissue

over the costochondral junction

shows a small three-centimeter rust-colored
area of fibrous tissue reaction

between the eighth
and ninth ribs.

That's the point of impact.

Thanks. Any time.

Mr. Tobi, would you stand there,
right in front of the bag, please?

Now would you show me,
with your knowledge of dim mak,

how you would deliver a blow
to the circled area, please?

When the taller man
strikes the shorter one,

they do this fashion.

Uh-huh.

And the shorter
one may do like that.

Okay. Now, you and I
are about the same size.

How would you deliver the blow?

That's the exact
angle the k*ller used.

I'm gonna need
your measurements.

Your height, your chest, the
circumference of your palm, your weight.

The reason I need
these measurements,

Tad's liver showed
that the focus of trauma

was delivered by a blow
coming from a direct line.

Somebody just about your height.

Or my height. I mean I was...

Or my size. I mean, I wasn't
talking literally, you understand...

Did you see where I put
my shoe, sir? Excuse me.

How did you hurt
your arm, Doctor?

You wouldn't believe
me if I told you.

I might.

All right. Some
strange-looking creature in black

att*cked me on
the deck of my boat.

I believe that.

Oh, do you?

Would you also believe that
your husband was m*rder*d?

m*rder*d?

That's right.

You believe that? I know it.

You sound so sure.

I'd stake my life on it.

I'm probably doing just that.

The police... They
know who k*lled him?

Yes, they do. And I
think you know too.

But I wasn't even there
on the set when he d*ed.

But you do know about
dim mak, don't you?

When I came here before, you were
doing some exercises behind that screen.

Would you show them to me again?

I was doing Tai Chi exercises
to rid myself of tension.

My husband had just d*ed.

Not d*ed. He was m*rder*d by
somebody who knew the same moves!

Are you accusing me...

Well, you did want
him dead, didn't you?

I was his wife!

But not his only woman.

I'm sorry.

But that happens to
be common knowledge.

Common enough maybe to drive
you to do something drastic, like m*rder.

That's what I'm
gonna tell the police!

Wait!

I thought you'd never
come out of hiding.

I put an end to it, Doctor.

You were right about dim mak.

The secret was passed down
to me many years ago in Japan.

When did you k*ll Kamura?

Tad arranged a role
for me as an extra

in his movie ten days ago.

I delivered the blow.

Why? Why did you do it?

I could no longer stand by and
watch him disgrace a pure woman.

You fool.

You interfering,
blind, murdering fool.

Takayo, as a Japanese
woman, there are traditions.

I am not in Japan.

I am not in the 12th century.

You have not preserved my honor,

you have destroyed my life.

Then I am the one
who is disgraced.

Forgive me.

Lieutenant Monahan, please.

No!

Lieutenant, you better get over at Mrs.
Kamura's with an ambulance right away.

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

You know, Quincy,
I'm really touched.

This is the first bridal
shower I ever had in my place.

Your joint’s gonna lose
its reputation as a dive.

Yeah.

Compliments of Danny's.

Yeah, first time.

You know what? I
should have a fireplace.

Then we could throw the
glasses against the wall.

We could throw them
against the mirror.

Yeah. Then I can
put 'em on your check.

All right, come
on. A toast. A toast.

Yes, a toast! Here we go.

To the second best
lab assistant I ever had.

I'll drink to that.

Oh, you'd drink to a
shoe store opening.

Speech. Speech. Speech. Speech.

Oh, I think I'm going to cry.

I'm not even getting an Oscar.

I want you to know I'm going to
miss working with you all very much.

And especially Dr. Quincy.

The kindest, most considerate, sweetest
sl*ve-driver a girl could ever hope for.

And now, I am going to cry.

No tears. Listen.

Now, Lily, because we
love you, we all chipped in,

and we bought you
this wonderful present.

We hope you like it.

Let me get it for you.

Here we go. Oh!

Okay. Got it.

Oh, it's beautiful.

What is it?

It's an espresso coffee maker.

Yeah, if you don't want
to make coffee with it

you can take this off, you
make a Bunsen burner out of it.

Or you can play Sherlock
Holmes with the magnifying glass.

And here you can barbecue
a steak or something.

But how do I make coffee?

I'm afraid for that you're
gonna have to ask Sam.