03x14 - Matters of Life and Death

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You've been among the
dead too long, Quincy.

Get out among the living.

Every day that she carries,
every hour gives it a better chance!

Of k*lling the mother.

When did the accident happen?

The blood test showed
drunk. You got no case, Doc.

Are you saying I was negligent?

No. I'm saying the
report is incomplete.

Dr. Quincy, I resent this.

And I resent sloppy
medical procedure!

I'm not gonna let go.

Oh, what are you going to do?

I'm going to perform an
autopsy, the proper way!

Well, I'm calling the police!

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Come on, Sam. Can't you
do anything right anymore?

Sorry, Quince.

You call this pastrami, Danny?

Even a cow would disown it!

You don't like it? Don't eat it!

Nah, nah, the way I see it...

You see it?

You see it? Monahan, you couldn't
see an elephant in your toilet!

I’m sorry to have to say this to you,
Quincy, but you've become impossible.

Bad tempered and ill
mannered and overbearing.

There's a general practitioner,
a friend of mine up north,

I want you to take over his practice
for a month, He needs a vacation.

You've been with
the dead too long.

It's time you dealt
with the living.

Well, driving up there
really cleared my head.

You were right, Astin. I was
living at the edge of my nerves.

You know, now that I know, I don't
think I could ever lose my temper again.

Well, I want to call this
venture off and come home.

Now, that I'm in
control of my emotions.

Yeah, yeah. I had to make a collect call,
I didn't have the right amount of change.

Well, how could
that hurt your budget?

Talking about the... You're always
talking about budget and money.

I'm talking about a man
controlling his emotions!

I'll see you in a month.

Be with you in a minute.

No hurry, no hurry.

Bud Cowley here,
easin' down the road,

looking to give away 50 bucks.

Now remember, spot this
little old go-cart of mine,

blink me the signal,
and when I stop,

you give me the right
answer to today's question.

You'll be $50 richer!
That's 50 big ones.

Now, come on all you
foxes, try and find me!

Look! There he is! That's him!

Hey! Hey, wow!

Hey, hurry up. Come on.

Come on. Hurry up.

All right, I'm
coming, I'm coming.

He went down the road.

Hey, watch it!

What's with these
kids today, huh?

That Pied Piper
isn't helping any.

Fill it up? Yeah, please.

It's all right. I'll do
it myself. It's okay.

Thanks very much.

I'm a doctor.

I'm a doctor.

When did the accident happen?

About 10 minutes ago.

How long has he been comatose?

Since I've been here.

There's an ambulance on the way.

It's too late.

Thanks anyway, Doc.

You've been among the
dead too long, Quincy.

Get out among the living.

- Say, ahh!
- Ahh!

Ahh! Ahh!

Ahh! Ahh!

Huh. It's pharyngitis.

Phary... What?

It's all right. Just a big city
word for ordinary sore throat.

Just keep gargling, Mr. Shore.

There.

Ma'am, you've got to go on...

No. Never mind.

Mrs. Klein, you're doing fine. You've
lost a whole pound this past month.

There's, uh,

one I want you to keep a special eye
on, Mrs. Hammond, Myra Hammond.

She's beginning her
third trimester, twins.

She's had four
previous miscarriages?

Yeah. Rh problems. I've
been sweating her through it.

It's 50-50 that
she'll carry to term.

She's starting her
seventh month.

She gets by the next
four weeks, it's all downhill.

More?

Doctor, Trish Granby is waiting.

Oh, fine. Thank you,
thank you. Come along.

Uh, what happened to
Vincent? Wasn't he due in today?

He didn't keep the appointment.

It's not like him.

Tell me, Doctor, is this one
of your regular routine days?

It's a little on the
light side, really.

Well, hello, Trish. Hi.

How's my very
favorite cheerleader?

Okay, I guess.

Meet Dr. Quincy.

How do you do? Hi.

He'll be giving you
your allergy boosters

while I'm away. All right.

Did you get the $50, Trish?

Hmm?

I saw you at the
gas station last night.

Oh. Oh, you did.

Yeah, you and your boyfriend
belted out of there after the disc jockey.

Yeah, but we didn't
get it, we missed it.

So we went on home.

Here, you might
as well start now.

See if you're any
better than I am.

Everything all right, Trish?

Yeah, super.

How is Denny? Or is it
a new fellow this week?

Oh, he's okay. Good.

Well, you didn't go
through the ceiling.

Not that bad, was it?

No. It was fine.
Thank you, Doctor.

Doctor? Yes.

I just spoke with Vincent Maggiore's
wife. He was k*lled last night.

What!

An automobile
accident on the highway.

Oh, no.

Excuse me.

Have a good trip,
Dr. Gilliam. Thank you.

Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Trish.

Vincent and his wife were my

first patients when I
first came out here.

Maggiore?

I was there last night.

There was an accident on
the road. I stopped to help.

He was k*lled instantly.

Small comfort, huh?

Well, do we have anyone else?

No.

Come on.

There you got it.

You've had your
first day as a GP.

How do you like it?

I going to go out and
buy some track shoes.

Give me another day,
I'll get the hang of it.

Another day? No way.

When I found out
you were coming,

I went ahead and
made reservations.

My wife and I are leaving
first thing in the morning.

Yes.

Oh, just a minute.

It's for you.

Hello? No, no,
this is Dr. Quincy.

Well, you were
talking to... Dr. Gilliam!

What?

Your baby is vomiting?

All over your grandmother?

Well, could I have
your address, please.

You've got a middle ear infection
and you've let it go too long.

I want you to take the
antibiotics I gave you.

Mrs. Johnson is ready, Doctor.

None of my patients
ever did that before.

Doctor, Mr. Ryan's been
waiting almost a half-hour.

Is it here?

Well, it's not appendicitis.

Mrs. Hammond is ready.

Hmm.

Very good. Really, very good.

Well, after four miscarriages,

I'm really being an
outstanding patient, Doctor.

Well, it shows.

Strong. Very strong.

Oh, by the way...

Did Nurse Lowry tell you I was going to
need you at the hospital for a few minutes?

No. Why? What's wrong?

Oh, nothing serious.
Just a routine test.

But they have
the facilities there.

Do you have the time right now?

Well, yes, I have the time.

Jim, my husband, is in New York.

I was just going to go home and
have dinner and watch television but...

Well, you still can do that.
It'll only take a few minutes.

I'm only doing this
because Dr. Gilliam made

me promise to keep
a special eye on you.

You're one of his favorite
patients. You can get dressed now.

Miss Lowry, call the hospital.

Tell them I'm coming right over
to do an amniocentesis, will you?

Why?

Couldn't find a
second fetal heart tone.

Dr. Quincy, Mrs. Maggiore
is here. She's awfully upset.

I let her wait in your office.

Mrs. Maggiore, I'm Dr. Quincy.

Where is the doctor?

He went on vacation this
morning. Can I help you?

He wasn't drunk! Vincenzo.
He was not drinking.

I know! The doctor know!

Vincenzo don't drink like that!

I'm sorry, I don't know
what you're trying to say.

It's lie, it's lie. What
is in here, it's lie!

Coroner's report?

And now the insurance,
they won't pay.

Not even to bury Vincenzo.

And I don't have any money.

.26 blood alcohol.

This means your husband was
driving illegally. I'm afraid he was drunk.

No.

Vincenzo never drink that way!

Maybe sometime.

One glass of beer with his friends after
work, but then he comes straight home.

These tests are
usually pretty accurate.

Oh, if the doctor was here,
he would go to the police,

he would go to the
insurance company! He would!

Mrs. Maggiore, I promise.
I'll do everything I can.

Yeah. Sure, sure.
Where is the doctor?

I don't know...

Doctor.

Did you call the hospital?

It's all set up.

Louise told me
about Mrs. Maggiore.

I thought you might be interested
in looking at her husband's chart.

What for?

Well, he was in last
month and he had cystitis.

Yesterday was
just a follow-up visit.

Yeah.

And Dr. Gilliam
prescribed metronidazole.

Wait a minute, metronidazole?

Heavy drinking with that would
make you as sick as a dog.

Too sick to drive,
wouldn't you say?

I thought you'd be interested.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

If you need me, I'll
be at the hospital.

Sorry, the work-up
isn't finished yet.

I've scheduled my patient
first thing in the morning.

But you only admitted her
late this afternoon, Doctor.

Well, I can't hang around
here. Send it to my club.

Your club?

Oh, I'm Dr. Quincy. I need a work-up
on these amniotic fluid samples.

Quincy? Yes, sir.

George Bristol, your
next door neighbor. Oh!

Listen, we'll have lunch
next week, I'll give you a call.

Maybe work in a
round of golf. Okay.

Why not?

Miller, don't send
that work-up too late.

I've got four procedures
in the morning.

Four surgical procedures?

Yes. Dr. Bristol believes that if
he can't cut it, you don't have it.

Your nurse told
me to expect you.

I've marked them. Now, I
want you to pay special attention

to the optical density
on A, the LIS ratio on B.

Right.

I know you're very busy but I would like
to get them back as quickly as possible.

Tomorrow afternoon?

Oh, that's terrific.

Is this the only lab in town?

Why do you think we're so busy?

Then, you must do
the autopsies, too?

The lab work.

Well, there was an auto accident
a couple of days ago, Maggiore.

You remember
anything about that?

Maggiore? Maggiore, yeah.

Sounds familiar.

Ah, Vincent?

Yeah.

Right, I did the
blood work myself.

Mmm-hmm.

.26 alcohol. Drunk.

With the medication he was
taking, that's highly unlikely.

What do the tissue samples show?

Oh, we didn't get them. What?

Well, the autopsy was done somewhere
else. Probably, the local mortuary.

I don't get it.

You're out in the
boonies, Doctor.

The towns handle
this their own way.

But there must've
been a coroner.

Uh-huh.

Chief of Police
Hartman. Chief of police...

Is he a doctor, too?

No, he's not a doctor.
He's the Chief of Police.

And the Coroner.

That's a talented man.

Chief Hartman in yet?

Yeah, up to my elbows.

I'm Dr. Quincy, I'm
replacing Dr. Gilliam.

Oh, yeah. Doc Gilliam was
telling me you'd be coming around.

Excuse me. Oh,
I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Nothing wrong already, I hope?

No, I'm a little confused.

I understand you're
the Coroner, too.

Oh, well that's just a title.

I mean, this town ain't
that big, you know?

I do the paperwork,
that's about it.

Who performs the autopsies?

Excuse me. Doc Bristol.

He gets a regular fee from the
county for each one, you know.

Where does he perform them?

Clausen's mortuary.

Automobile accidents,
that sort of thing.

Of course, the real big ones, I send
over to the County Coroner's office.

There's something
special on your mind, Doc?

No, no. That man who d*ed,
Maggiore... The auto accident.

Oh, yeah. Excuse me.

Yeah. Drunk driving, I remember.

Well, his wife
said he didn't drink.

Maybe had a beer with
the fellows, that's about it.

Oh, he had a beer
with the fellows, all right.

That wouldn't have accounted
for all the alcohol in his blood.

Well, maybe he had
another one with the boys.

Maybe more.

Or maybe his buddies
are just covering up for him.

And you're satisfied
with the report?

Well, Doc Bristol signed it.
That's good enough for me.

Okay, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Sorry. It's all right.

Enjoy your stay, Doc.

It's a new way of
treating hypertension.

But you don't suffer
from hypertension.

Are you sure? Yes, I am.

I never feel very good.

I read this in the last
Modern Living magazine.

So I thought that perhaps

you'd prescribe
it for me, Doctor.

Quincy.

Oh, yes.

Well, you see, I haven't
caught up to that magazine yet.

So my medical information
isn't really up-to-date.

Oh!

But I could suggest that you
cut down on those parties.

Well... Excuse me.

Dr. Quincy.

Oh, yes, Miss Miller. Hang
on for a minute, will you?

I'll see you next
month, Mrs. Foster.

He don't even give a darn.

Yeah. What did you find out?

That's on B. Good. A?

What was the exact OD reading?

Well, then there's no doubt.

Thank you very
much, Miss Miller. Bye.

The amniocentesis
report on Mrs. Hammond.

One of the babies is dead.

Erythroblastosis.

The other one?

Oh, very good, very strong.

Well, when shall I schedule it?

Schedule what?

The cesarean section. The
hospital will want to know.

Oh, no. Wait a minute.

I'm not sure I really
want to do that.

But the danger...

I know that the dead body could
serve as a medium for blood poisoning.

But it is so important to her.

They're barely
seven months of age.

I mean, even a single premature
has a 50-50 chance at that age.

Let alone a twin, that small?

But it would be a lie.

But how?

Underdeveloped,
maybe with deformities.

Every day that she carries,
every hour gives it a better chance!

Of k*lling the mother.

I'm sure if Dr. Gilliam
were here, he certainly...

Well, he isn't here,
Miss Lowry. I am!

Mr. Carmichael is waiting.

Doctor, you do believe in being
honest with your patients, don't you?

I was in the neighborhood.

I had to see that
kid down the road.

I didn't want him getting
out of bed with that fever.

Oh, I'm so anxious.

We're really
closing the gap now.

I don't know how much
Dr. Gilliam told you about me.

Well, he was very thorough.

I know you haven't
had an easy time, Myra.

So many disappointments.
And we want a family so badly.

You know, I come
from a very large family.

You're still a young woman.

If something did happen,
you could have babies again.

No, I'm going to
have these babies.

But in cases like yours,
there's always a risk, you know.

Doctor, I've passed the crisis.

I know, but there's
always a danger...

I've never carried
so long before.

I know that.

Doctor...

My babies are all
right, aren't they?

Oh, yes, of course, they are.

We're going to see that
everything works out perfectly.

Hey, now, ain't that a mellow
number? Yes, sir, I love it.

And that's number


And this is your old
road runner, Bud Cowley.

Just trying to give away


Where are you? Come on, find me.

Oh, Mr. Clausen.

Yes.

I'm Dr. Quincy. I'd like to
talk to you. I need some help.

Oh! Of course.

It's difficult to make
decisions at this tragic time.

Oh, no, no. Nothing like
that. I need some information.

Oh, well in that case,
do you mind if I go on?

The lying-in is tonight
and I really have a lot to do.

Yeah, go ahead.

This is our most expensive
model and I want it just right.

Now, what can I do for you?

A patient of mine was brought
in here a couple of days ago.

Vincent Maggiore.
An auto accident.

Yes, I remember.

How does that look to you?

Oh, it's lovely.

I mean, very appropriate.

The man has a rather large head.

A wider pillow, I think.

I understand, the autopsy
was performed here.

Autopsy?

Vincent Maggiore, remember?

Oh, yes. Yes,
indeed. By Dr. Bristol.

And he sent the usual blood
sample to the Community Hospital

to be analyzed, right?

Well...

To be exact...

Oh, I want you to be exact.

Dr. Bristol had a dinner engagement,
the night they brought the body in.

He phoned and he asked
me to do the procedure.

You? Yes.

I've done it many times for him.

And the autopsy?

Well, of course not.

Dr. Bristol came
in the next morning.

He took tissue
samples? Naturally.

Why weren't they
sent to the lab?

Dr. Bristol's decision.
They're here, quite safe.

Well, I would like to see them.

Mr. Clausen.

Sorry, just reminding myself.

This is very
delicate ivory satin.

I wouldn't want the
shirt and tie to clash.

Mr. Clausen, I would like
to see the tissue samples.

You! That's against the rules.

I'm Maggiore's physician.

Yeah, but Dr. Bristol is the
physician of record in this matter.

You'll have to ask him. Look,
I just want to take a look...

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

The other pillow looks better.

Good evening,
Doctor. Still at it, I see.

Well, we really put
in the hours, don't we?

Well, as a matter of
fact, I came to see you.

May I talk to you for
a couple of minutes?

Gee, how about tomorrow?

Listen, I don't want to be late for
dinner. We're expecting guests.

It's kind of pressing. Only
a couple of minutes, please.

Well, all right.

Thank you.

Well, now, got a
problem, Doctor?

Yeah, sort of.

Max Gilliam and I
always talk things over.

Helped each other out a lot.

Now, you've performed an
autopsy on Vincent Maggiore.

Who?

Maggiore. A car accident
a couple of days ago.

I suppose so. There
are so many of them.

Yeah, well you signed
the report. Drunk driving.

Come on, now, I
know I didn't say that.

Well, .26 blood alcohol.
That's the same thing.

But much more official.

Anyway, it was the lab's report.

I understand you didn't
do a tissue analysis.

What for? The blood
alcohol was enough.

No, it's not.

I don't know whether you
know this or not, Doctor. But...

I'm with the Coroner's
office in Los Angeles.

When we do autopsies,
we cover everything,

down to the toenails.
It's part of the law.

I know I've complied with
all the legal requirements.

No, taking the tissues
samples is part of...

Now, wait a minute, Dr. Quincy.

I don't know quite
what this is all about.

But, frankly, I'm getting a little
disturbed by your implications.

Oh, I'm not implying anything.

I'm just looking for
some information.

Well, it's all in
the autopsy report.

It's not enough, Doctor.

Are you saying I was negligent?

No, I'm saying the
report is incomplete.

Howard Clausen has done
this for me a hundred times

and there's never
been any question.

I trust him completely.

Dr. Quincy, I resent this.

And I resent sloppy
medical procedure!

I don't think you and I have
anything more to discuss. Good night.

I want that tissue sample.

You what?

I want to examine them myself.

You have the nerve to interfere

with another doctor's
professional judgment?

Do I get them or not? No.

The law will have
something to say about that.

So will an examining board of
the County Medical Association.

I'm bringing you up on charges!

If you like.

Good morning, Doc.

You stay up late or
do you get up early?

It all depends on how
much trouble I got.

Since you're here, I guess
the trouble concerns me, huh?

Well, I didn't
want to wait inside.

It might upset some
of your patients.

Well, you're not exactly
making me comfortable here.

That's nothing to what
you're doing to Doc Bristol.

Oh!

It's because I asked for
the tissue samples, huh?

Hmm.

He was on my back about it
last night and again this morning.

Going to help me
get them or not?

No, it's his fish pond.

Yeah, but you're the Coroner.

Well, I'm glad
you thought of that.

And while you're at it,
would you please tell me

what exactly is wrong
with that autopsy report?

Without a tissue analysis,
you can't prove drunk driving.

At least, not beyond
a reasonable doubt.

I'm satisfied.

I'm not. Neither is his poor
widow with the three kids.

You know the insurance company is not
going to pay off because of that report.

She can't even bury her husband.

I'm not gonna let go.

And while you're sitting so fat and
happy on that car, on this throne,

just remember this, the
buck stops right there!

Good morning.
Good morning, Louise.

Good morning, Doctor.

Good morning, Miss Lowry.

Mrs. Maggiore is
waiting in the office.

Thank you. Oh, Miss
Lowry, I saw Mrs. Hammond.

I didn't tell her. I
decided against that.

Is it your decision to make?

Good morning, Mrs.
Maggiore. Please sit down.

You have something to tell me?

Well, no, not yet.

You went to the insurance?
You talked to the police?

Well, see, it's too early to
go to the insurance company

and Chief Hartman is
still going by the report.

Then there's nothing left?

Well, of course there is.

It's just going to take a
little more time, that's all.

Vincenzo will be buried
tomorrow. I have managed.

Please, won't you
let me help you?

Thank you, but I have
good neighbors, good friends.

Mrs. Maggiore.

Dr. Gilliam was
treating your husband.

He had prescribed some medicine.

Metronidazole. Do you
know if he was taking it?

Yes.

No, I mean
regularly. Faithfully?

Vincenzo always do
what the doctor say.

Thank you.

I'll be talking to you, soon.

Yes.

Dr. Quincy.

I just thought you
might be interested.

That tissue stuff you were
talking about. It was sent to the lab.

My, you're a fast worker.

Or did Dr. Bristol have
an att*ck of conscience?

Whatever. You satisfied now?

I didn't think you cared?

Well, it's just that if I'm
gonna be stuck with a buck,

I want it to be a good one.

Talk to you later.

When you finish
the tissue analysis,

will you let me have
a copy of the report?

Well, I'm not
supposed to do that,

but Maggiore was
Dr. Gilliam's patient,

and since you've
taken over... Oh, thanks.

When you look at the liver
under the electron microscope...

Electron?

You don't have one?

Oh, Doctor. People donate
money to hospitals for rooms,

but nobody can see their
names on this equipment.

Oh, but I need to know

what the electron
microscope is going to tell me.

Miss Miller, am I ashamed of
myself? You've been so kind.

You really have. You've
done so many favors for me.

I would like to reciprocate

and after all we all know what
kind of a workload you have.

Why don't I take some
of it off of your shoulders?

Fujiyama here. Quincy!
Hey, it's good to hear you.

How are you doing? Don't ask.

Listen, I need a
favor, Sam. A big one!

If I can. You're the
only one who can.

I want a complete analysis on
some tissue samples I'm sending you.

See, they don't have an
electron microscope here.

They'll be on the bus that arrives
at the Downtown Terminal at 6:40.

Pick them up from the driver.

I've got a date tonight.

Good for you, Sam. Now rush
it through and call me, will you?

I'll wait in my office.

Quincy...

And Sam, pay special attention

to the liver sample,
electron microscopy.

Wait a minute!

I can't, Sam.

You got to get down there,
the bus arrives at 6:40.

Now, don't let me
down. It's very important!

Oh! Okay.

And Sam, how are
things? You miss me?

Frankly, no.

Ah! That's what I
figured. I love you, too.

I'll talk to you later. Bye-bye.

I'd hate to be waiting
for you if I was drowning.

Look, Doc, I know you think I sit
around the porch all day snoozing,

but believe me,
I got work to do.

Now why did you want
to meet me way out here?

I had a hunch I'd find
something and I did.

All right, what?

Did you ever come out here and
check out the scene of the accident?

No, this is out
of my jurisdiction.

I got a report from
the highway patrol.

Oh, really? Did they happen
to mention skid marks?

Uh-huh! How did you
know there'd be skid marks?

I thought I remembered
them from the other night.

He put on the brakes so hard,

he must've taken


All right. Then he went off the
road, right here, out of control.

But why did he brake so hard?

Well, I don't know. Drunk!

Maybe, but why didn't somebody
see him? Maybe a passing car.

Maybe it was quiet, like
it is right now. No traffic.

No, there was somebody
here and around that time, too.

All right, who?

Who's that crazy disc jockey,

he rides up and down. If you
catch him, he gives you money?

What's his name? Uh...

Bud Cowley? Cowley,
that's the guy. He was here.

Why don't we talk to him?
Maybe he'll tell us something.

We? Yeah.

When did we become partners?

Oh, well, that's just
a figure of speech.

Number ten. That's a lucky
number. Monahan had that number.

And he went up to become
really a big lieutenant.

And just a little
reminder, g*ng,

I'm going to be out there later

cruising around with
the question of the day.

Yes, sir, it's an easy one.

No tough like yesterday. Is
Porky Pig a mouse or a cat?

That one stumped everybody.

Yeah, I was on that stretch of
road, all right. Didn't see any accident.

But this kid caught up to me.

We did the number and I
handed over the 50 bucks.

How come you remember so good?

Oh, these days
when I get stopped,

I mean, you'd think I was giving
away the plague or something.

Nobody listens to
the radio anymore.

You tape everybody you talk to?

Oh, sure. Then I cut the good
stuff together into audition records.

Send it out to the big stations.
I mean, you never know.

They could sign me right up.

It could pay off.

Well, that's what I
keep telling myself.

Now, right about here.

, , this little old go-cart of
mine, blink me the signal

and when I stop, give me the
right answer to today's question.

Pretty good, huh?

You'll be $50 richer,

So, come on all
you little foxes.

Oh, I played a record right
here. I always cut that part out.

Yep, somebody's tacked on
all right and there's the signal!

Okay, let's see if I can
give away 50 big bucks!

I pulled over and he
came in right behind me.

He came running
up. Him and a girl.

Well, congratulations there,
pal, You nailed me good.

Say, what's your
handle, partner?

Denny, Denny Bleyer.

This is my girlfriend, Trish.

Trish Granby.

We didn't see anything. Honest.

No accident,
nothing. I'm telling you.

We're only asking, Denny.

You were on the road the same
time as that accident, about 6:30.

It's a long road, mister.

You were near enough.
We heard how you won $50.

That's right, Trish.

Why did you lie? Why did you
say you didn't go after Cowley?

I was scared.

Of what?

My parents.

Well, she was scared for me.

You see, I was grounded and I wasn't
supposed to take the car that night.

Trish...

Yes, that's why I lied,
because of what Denny said.

I don't believe you. You had
to have seen that accident.

You can't prove that. Why
don't you just leave her alone?

Can we go now, sir?

Yeah, you can go.

Trish...

Don't forget to come in
next week for your sh*t.

Yes, sir.

They're lying.

Yeah, but like the kid said,
you can't prove anything.

No witnesses.

The only fact you've got is
that the blood test showed drunk.

You got no case,
Doc. It's airtight.

Well, Sam's tissue analysis
report is going to put a pin in that.

I hope.

Working pretty late, aren't you?

Just some insurance
forms and bills.

Patients are just the
tip of the iceberg, Doctor.

You're the power behind
the throne, aren't you?

Well... Listen...

I know you disapprove
of what I'm doing

with Mrs. Hammond
and you're probably right,

and I know that Dr. Gilliam
would handle it all differently.

But I do have to do
what I think is right.

Of course you do, and
I'm sorry I was rude.

You weren't rude.

It is what medicine's
all about, isn't it?

Taking care of
the total patient.

Weighing the problems
against his fears and his needs.

I've never heard it better said.

It's probably for me.

Dr. Quincy.

Yes, Mrs. Hammond.

When?

Why don't you get right over to
the hospital. I'll meet you there.

Okay, bye-bye.

Mrs. Hammond, she's
spotting. Call the hospital.

Claim me for another
amniocentesis, will you?

And see if you can
locate her husband.

I suppose I should've
told you before.

Oh, I tried that morning, you know,
but you wanted the baby so badly.

Well, I still want this one.

It's doing very well.

You see, every day you
hold it, gives it a better chance,

helps it to develop, but
there are no guarantees.

Jim called.

He wants to call
in another doctor.

A specialist.

Well, I can understand that.

But he might try
and take the baby.

Well, he knows there's a risk.

But it's still my decision.

Will you back me up?

All the way.



- Hello?
- Quince,

Oh, hi, Sam. Just a
minute. Excuse me. Yeah.

I'm sorry to disturb
you, Quince,

but your nurse told me where to
reach you and you said this is important.

Yeah, did you finish? Just now.

We checked all the tissue
samples you sent and we found...

What do you mean, "We"?

Oh, Dr. Astin helped me.

Oh, boy!

All right, right now just tell me
about the liver, how'd it look?

Clean.

How clean? What amount of fat?

Not a trace. This guy
must've been a teetotaler.

Oh, Sam, I owe you. You'll
never know how much.

I'll remember that.

Bye-bye.

Listen, I'll come back
and see you later, okay?

And thanks for the
use of the phone.

Yes?

Where's Maggiore's body?

In the back...

Miss Lowry.

Wait a minute, you
can't go back there.

Yesterday, you and I
talked about an autopsy.

Well, yes.

Now we're going to talk
about it a little more today.

At this hour? Where did you
get the blood sample from?

Doctor, we're closed!

You said it was venous
blood. Which vein?

I mean, this is no time
to... Was it this arm?

Or was it this arm,
or was it the legs?

Doctor, I don't remember.

The truth is you didn't
get it out of any vein,

you couldn't have, not
with those kinds of wounds!

Well, I tried.

But where'd you get it from?

Well, there wasn't
enough in the extremities.

Where'd you get it?

The chest cavity.

The chest cavity...

Well, it's the only
place there was enough.

But that blood is contaminated!

Well, that couldn't
have mattered.

That couldn't have...

You can't go back there!

Oh, what are you going to do?

I'm going to perform an
autopsy, the proper way!

Well, I'm calling the police!

Not even a Y-shaped incision.

Let me have the scissors.
I have to reopen him.

Hey, hey, hey. Wait, Doc. Wait!

I can hear you. Take it easy.

I'll pick you up and we'll
get right over there. All right?

Right.

A force that crushed these ribs.

It ripped the
intercostal muscles,

caved in the whole
front of his chest.

Each broken rib
acted like a Kn*fe,

cutting right through the lungs.

Massive hemorrhage.

Hey, you all right?

I'm sorry. It's been a long
time since nursing school.

You're doing beautifully.
One minute more.

The marines have landed.

Oh, so glad you've come.

Yeah, he's still here, isn't he?

And his nurse, in the back.

Evening, gentlemen.

Dr. Quincy, this is inexcusable!

I'm going to bring charges.

Haul you up before
the County Board!

And I'm sure I can find
grounds for criminal action.

Oh, I'm sure you can, too. There is
a lot of criminal action around here.

Broken regulations,
incompetence, gross negligence.

What are you talking about?

An incomplete autopsy.

Botched and mishandled.

Don't try to bluff
your way out of this!

Bodies don't bluff.
They tell it the way it is.

Maggiore wasn't drunk.

The blood alcohol proved...

The liver tissue was clean!

You do remember about
the liver, don't you, Doctor?

It collects fat. Especially
from large amounts of alcohol.

Maggiore's didn't show a trace.

Well, that alcohol
came from somewhere.

Well, if you wouldn't take the
time to examine the tissues,

why would you bother
to look in the stomach?

I did. It was a
complete autopsy!

Well, you didn't go far enough.

The back wall of the stomach
and diaphragm had a tear in it.

The beer he had, drained into the
chest cavity and mixed with the blood.

It's just a matter of opinion.
One doctor's against another.

I'm gonna go along with that.

We'll settle our
differences at an inquest.

What about that, Coroner?

Makes a lot of sense.

Now, wait a minute.

Doctor, signing your
name to that autopsy report

was the same as signing
mine, and I don't like to be wrong.

Well, I could've made
a mistake, I suppose.

You have a chance to correct it.

Dr. Quincy is a reputable
pathologist. I'm willing to take his word.

I'll make out a new report.

On my desk, first thing in
the morning, okay, Doc?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Good night. Good night.

Doctor, maybe you ought to
practice cutting instead of putting.

Oh, Mr. Clausen, you know, this
has caused Mrs. Maggiore a lot of grief.

A lot of suffering. I'm sorry.

Yeah. Well, you know how
attorneys like grief and suffering.

If you could do something
to make her feel better...

Did you know, the funeral,
she had to borrow money?

Well, I'd be happy
to give her a discount!

Oh, a discount. Well, I don't
think her attorneys would buy that.

Half. Half?

Now that is very, very nice...
But you know what lawyers are,

they don't like their
clients to spend a dime.

I'd be pleased if she would
accept my services as a gift.

Oh, now that is really
very, very nice of you!

This casket, huh? And
all these flowers free. Wow.

That's very, very generous.

Oh, you were cruel, Doctor.
You were absolutely brutal.

Think I should've
given him an anesthetic?

Chief!

Oh, Lowry, would you mind taking
the car back to the office, please?

Oh, sure.

And this?

What you need is a
porter, not a nurse.

We have some unfinished
business to take care of.

You still say you
didn't see anything?

The judge is going to be
very hard put to believe that.

First, you lied about not
catching up to Mr. Cowley.

Secondly, I can place you at the
scene of the accident, at the right time.

Well, I mean, what
does that prove?

You placed me there, too,
and I didn't see anything either.

It proves you're lying, too.

What? Oh, they
caught you, all right.

But you didn't have
the interview there.

What are you talking about?

..this little old go-cart
of mine. Blink me the...

Hear the background noises?
The traffic, planes, cars, right?

Well, congratulations
there, pal...

What do you hear now?

Say, what's your
handle? Nothing.

That's right, nothing. Silence.

Because this wasn't
recorded out on the road.

This was recorded in
a studio later, wasn't it?

Trish, you're lying. I can't help
you, unless you tell me the truth.

It was recorded in a
studio later, wasn't it?

All right, so we
did it the next day.

What's the difference? It
was Mr. Maggiore's fault.

He was drunk.

Who told you he was drunk?

Mr. Cowley.

And for the last few days,
everyone else in town.

Now...

We all thought he was drunk.
Dr. Quincy here, proved otherwise.

Mr. Maggiore was sober.

He was? Yes, he was.

Mr. Cowley, you lied to us!

And you made us lie, too. Why?

Why don't you tell them
what really happened?

You forced Maggiore off
the road. You panicked.

You told the kids he was drunk,
they should keep their mouths shut.

The next day you realized
you needed an alibi for that time.

You told the kids to come
in, you recorded that $50 bit.

Now you listen, and
you listen carefully.

I'm not gonna let those
kids take the rap for you.

So, you better tell
us what happened!

It, uh...

It all happened so fast. I...

I saw you guys behind me
and I thought I'd have a little fun.

So I stepped on the gas pedal,

and I turned back to
see where you were.

And when I turned around...

I was in his lane.

He tried to avoid me.

Why didn't you stay
there, try to help the guy?

'Cause I knew he was dead.

Look, my going to jail

wouldn't have helped
anybody. Nobody at all.

Listen, listen, I...

My agent is waiting to hear, right now
on a couple of offers, for the big time.

I am talking about
Chicago and LA.

You got to
understand that, uh...

I mean, for the
first time in my life,

I've really got a
sh*t at this thing.

But, you see, when
opportunity knocks,

you got to be there.

Don't you understand?
I mean, timing...

Timing is the whole thing.

I know.

Timing is the whole thing.

Bon appétit, gentlemen. And enjoy
Quincy's "Welcome home" dinner.

We're glad to have
you back, Quince.

Oh, it's good to be back.

I tell you, when I think of all the
medical facts that I remembered again,

and all the new ones
that I learned, like...

Don't use too much salt...

You're a doctor. You should know
better with your blood pressure.

It's not the salt, it's you.

That's it, light
up, light up, there.

Like it's a chimney.
Look at this.

You know what that's
going to do to your larynx?

I had a patient like that once.

Come on, will you?

All right, fellas,
I'm gonna tell you.

I've been thinking
a lot about you,

'cause you are my
friends, and listen up.

This is really important.
Ed, you got to go on a diet.

Thanks a lot, Quince.

Brill, you've got to
stop lying about your

age and stop doing
all that heavy exercise.

I'm 40. I admit it.

That's exactly what I mean.
Stop lying about your age.

And you, start lying about your
age and start doing some exercise.

I jog all the way to the
bank. That's enough for me.

Sam and I are the only
ones doing things right.

Dr. Quincy. Yeah.

Telephone.

And we said we were
happy to have him back.

At least, he is not
losing his temper.

Well, he's making me lose mine.

I know a GP in Alaska.

Give me that roll.

It's a Dr. Gilliam.

Oh! Thanks.

Hello, Doctor, how's it feel
to be back in the harness?

Very comfortable, Doctor.

Sorry about tracking
you down like this,

but I thought
you'd like to know,

Mrs. Hammond
delivered this evening.

A boy.

Oh!

That's terrific.

How are mother and son doing?

Just fine, fine. Doctor, I want
you to be very proud of yourself.

Because all the time that you
gave them made all the difference.

Now, I don't know what your religious
beliefs are, but when I saw that baby,

alive and well and

normal, I just kneeled
down and prayed.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thanks for calling.