04x01 - The Last Six Hours

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She was in perfect health
except for one thing, she's dead.

Don't you realize what it is?

He picked up whatever those two
d*ed of. I don't have any time to lose.

I don't care about
your evidence.

I'm talking about Sam's life.

Have the doctor
watch for a nosebleed.

He's already had a nosebleed.

Do you mind telling
me what we're doing?

We're goin' on a safari. We're gonna
name that poison and save Sam's life.

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Are you sure this old car
of yours is going to make it?

Barbara, how many
times do I have to tell you

that an old car is
not old, it's a classic.

Besides, it's been in the
garage for nine months,

so it should be
running like... Mmm.

Oh, gosh, this is heaven. How
much further to the county line?

Three more miles. Why?

There's nothing wrong with
transporting women over twenty-one

for immoral purposes, is there?

No, but once you cross that
line you don't have any authority

as a medical examiner anymore,

and that's when I know
you're officially on vacation.

She's in a bigger
hurry than you are.

Hey, what are you, crazy?

Did you get a look
at her, Barbara?

Yes. She's a lousy driver.

No, I mean did you see
anything unusual about her?

No. I mean, I was
busy panicking.

Where are you going?

I gotta find out. I think there's something
wrong with her. I think she's sick.

No. She's either drunk
or on dr*gs. You can't

tell with kids in
expensive sports cars.

Quincy, please
stay away from her.

This is no road to
be driving drunk on.

- Quincy.
- She's losing control.

Quince! What are you
doing back so soon?

We missed you, Doctor.

For a half a day?

- Short vacation, Doctor.
- I think you're right.

What happened?

Traffic accident. They're
logging her in now.

- Oh, ah, hello.
- Hi.

We don't have enough work? You
have to bring in accident victims?

Oh, it wasn't just
a traffic accident.

This girl was in trouble
long before she lost

control of her car. I
was there. I saw it.

Has anyone notified
the next-of-kin?

Monahan's gonna do it as
soon as they bring in her car.

Well, ah, since you found
her, you do the autopsy.

I fully intend to.

And when you're finished, ah,
there's a su1c1de that came in.

Now, whoa, whoa, whoa,
I'm on vacation, remember?

Listen, is it my fault that
we're all jammed up here?

Look I hate to mention it, but you, ah,
you know we're a little, ah, short-handed.

Because it's my vacation and after I do
the autopsy on the girl, watch my touch.

Look, I'll tell ya, I'll be fair with you.
Now you give me another six months

and I'll give you
an extra four days.

But Barbara can't
get her vacation then.

She happens to be fashion editor for one
of the biggest magazines in the country.

- Well, does she?
- Yeah, she is.

Well, I guess that's more important
than traits like dedication and loyalty

to a department that the
entire country depending on.

Oh, don't lay it on.

Look, you deserve your vacation, Quincy.
I've got the entire staff working Sundays.

I'm gonna do my office work
at night. You have a good time.

Oh, don't worry about
us. It's all right. It's all right.

Boy, oh, boy. He's not
gonna make me feel guilty.

sl*very was supposed to have
been abolished over 100 years ago.

Didn't he ever hear of the
emancipation proclamation?

If it didn't have anything to do with
his budget, he'd never heard about it.

Quince?

Oh, Sam, did the blood samples show any
signs of alcohol or dr*gs in her system?

Negative. Nothing.
She was clean.

I'm goin' bananas, Sam. The girl
doesn't have a needle mark on her.

Not a pill in her stomach.
No organic problems.

She was in perfect health
except for one thing, she's dead.

You didn't find anything?

Found multiple hemorrhages
in the brain, but no reason for it.

No evidence of a tumor, seizure
disorders, no demyelinating disease...

Obvious bruising from the
accident but nothing serious.

There was excessive bleeding in
the abdominal and uterine cavities.

I mean, excessive bleeding.

But internal bleeding isn't anything
unusual in an accident like this.

Sam, I was there. The impact wasn't
great enough to cause that kind of damage.

Anything else?

She had an abortion recently.

What about D.I.C. syndrome? Couldn't
that account for the hemorrhaging?

Sure, if the abortion showed
any signs of an infection.

But it was a clean, normal curettage.
Wait till I try to explain that to Monahan.

Cu... curettage?

Curettage. It's a
French word. It means...

I know what it means. It's just that
I don't know how to pronounce it.

Anyway, according to
the Highway Patrol reports

and that statement
by your lady friend,

it's all pointing toward
the traffic accident.

There was no traffic accident.

There was something wrong with the
girl that made her lose control of the car.

Quincy, when are you gonna ever accept
a simple, obvious explanation for a death?

I will when there is a
simple obvious explanation.

Yeah, but we gotta try to have
more to go on than your hunches.

What did you find out?

Well, we traced the car, oh, and
guess whose name it was registered to?

Is it bigger than a
breadbox? Come on, will ya.

Hold onto your
smock. Justin DeWilde.

He's kinda of old for her isn't he? I
mean, what was she doin' with him?

Quincy?

Waited all this time, huh?

Uh-huh.

Can we please go now, Quincy?

Well, ah, just let me do a
few more things, that's all.

All right, that's it.

This is my first vacation in
six years and I'm spending it

eye-witnessing your accidents and
sitting for hours in your dreary morgue.

I'll go by myself.

Oh, I want to make it up to ya,
honey, soon as I wrap up things here.

Oh, I give up. Do you
know what time it is?

Yes, it's time for ya to go
back to the boat and relax.

Oh, no.

Honey, I'm gonna finish here.
We'll be off before you know it.

- Quincy, you're such...
- Oh, you're so gorgeous,

you're so beautiful,
so witty, so bright.

And such a push-over.

No. No. You're the most understanding
woman I've known in my life.

Oh.

You're right. I'm understanding.

Yeah.

Maybe I'll get myself k*lled. Then
you'll pay some attention to me.

You rat.

Don't do that, honey. Tell
the driver to drive carefully.

Quincy, you know, you're crazy. I don't
know why these women put up with you.

I'm irresistible?

Yes.

I'm Doctor Quincy. I'm with
the medical examiner's office.

I have an appointment
with Mr. DeWilde.

Yes, Doctor Quincy. Follow the
road to the compound at the far end.

Mr. DeWilde will meet
you at the laboratory.

All right.

Yeah. He's gonna be fine.

Ah, take that dart
out in a few minutes.

Ah, you're working, so.

Oh, no, he's out.

Doctor Quincy?

I'm Justin DeWilde.

How do you do?

I hope the operation
was a success.

Well, what happens if the
patient wakes up in the middle?

You run like hell, and then and then
you sh**t another tranquilizer into him.

Listen, ah, I'm sorry that
I, I'm intruding so early.

It's all right, Doctor.

I haven't slept.

Well, these animals
are quite a responsibility.

I've heard about your domain. It's
even more incredible than I realized.

I suppose it is.

This is, ah, more than a whim though,
Doctor Quincy, or a rich man hobby.

They're very important to me.

Would you, ah, walk up to the
house with me while we talk?

Well, I certainly wouldn't
walk up there alone.

We can learn a lot from
them. Behaviors, relationships.

My studies are
devoted mostly to the

study of scent in
the animal world.

It's much larger than ours.

Yes, I know.

We do research in our laboratories,
sometimes name our perfume after them.

I think a lady friend of mine uses
one of your perfumes very persuasive.

We have to talk
about Julie, don't we?

Yes, we do. I'm sorry,

I want to know more about the
circumstances that caused her death.

Do you know if there was anything
physically or mentally wrong with her that

would have caused her
to lose control of the car?

No. No. She was
such a vitally alive,

youthful young creature.

She gave me back feelings
I thought I'd lost forever.

And in return I tried to give her
everything she could possibly want.

The car was one of those things.

Did you know that
she had an abortion?

Yes, I knew.

Was It your child?

No, it was George
Dicenzio's, her ex-boyfriend.

That didn't matter to me, though, Doctor.
I tried to talk her out of the abortion.

Why?

Well, you see,

I hadn't had a lot of luck in
my first few marriages, and

I wanted the child.

But she had the
abortion anyway, huh?

Yes. Dicenzio kept
pestering, didn't let her alone.

Hot tempered,

uncontrollable temper.

He was beneath her,

and Julie decided that she wanted to
make a clean break with the past, you know.

Do you know the last
time they saw each other?

Yes. The day before yesterday.
She dropped the car off at the garage.

Garage?

Yes, he was a mechanic.

Are you tellin' me that her
ex-boyfriend had access to the car?

That's right. As a matter of
fact, the car was there overnight.

Now, Quincy, just the
guy I wanted to see.

I wanna see you, too. I
got something to tell ya.

But first I want to find
somethin' to eat. I'm starved.

Oh, yeah. Well, I've got somethin'
to tell you and I was here first.

Looks like I owe you an apology.

What?

You know, you were right about
that accident. There was more to it.

A routine check of the girl's car showed
that the brakes had been tampered with

to make them fail. Then we found a
repair bill dated the day before yesterday.

Ah, we traced it to a
jealous ex-boyfriend.

I was gonna tell you.

I'm way ahead of ya, pal.

We already booked him
on suspicion of m*rder.

Well, isn't that
kinda premature?

No, not really. We got the
details from the guys at the garage.

It seems that Dicenzio was the last
one to leave that night the car was there.

The following day, the girl picks up the
car and two hours later the brakes fail.

I've still got that nagging
doubt twisting inside me.

Quincy, I got an idea. Why don't you
take somethin' for that stomach of yours,

look up that young lady
that you know, and blow town.

You know, you're
workin' too hard.

You know somethin', you should
write for Dear Abby because you're right.

I'm bustin' out of here.
Why should I eat this junk?

Quince, we need you.
Another body just came in.

A police officer who d*ed at
home of unexplained causes.

Sam, I'm on vacation,
remember? I'm gettin' out of here.

Quince, we really are in a jam.

Oh, boy, did ya ever have the
feeling that you wanted to stay,

still have the feeling that you
wanted to go? Give me that sandwich.

His records indicate
a history of an ulcer.

Well, that's not unusual for an
officer, especially one his age,

but there's more
to it than that, Sam.

He not only had abdominal
hemorrhaging into the stomach,

he also bled into the
thoracic cavity. I'm tellin' ya,

he hemorrhaged
just like that girl.

Maybe it's a manifestation
of a perforated ulcer.

Sam, a perforated ulcer is
found in the digestive tract,

not in the brain, not in the
lungs, not all over the body.

I'm tellin' ya, Sam, whatever
k*lled the girl k*lled him.

But how? What possible link
could there be between them?

It says here that he worked
in the automotive pound.

He was on duty when
the wreck was towed in.

I don't know, Quince. Maybe
you really do need that vacation.

I mean, how could a car
cause this kind of a hemorrhage?

I don't know, Sam.
But I'm telling you,

I think we've found
the m*rder w*apon.

Hot off the press.

I got the microscopic pictures.

I want to see those.
Look at this, Sam.

The blood separations both showed the
same extensive breakdown of red cells.

Oh, there's only half the
normal amount of cells.

Some powerful,
destructive foreign substance

att*cked the blood
and the vessels.

Slides'll show us more.
Set it up, will ya Sam?

Ready when you are, Mr. DeMille.

We'll start with the lungs. His
on the left, hers on the right.

Look at that.

They both show the same things.

Both of them lost their
blood clotting factors.

And these lesions,
lesions, lesions,

lesions, lesions.

This sack should be
full of air, it's full of blood.

Okay, Sam, let's
see another one.

Capillary veins.

They're conclusive, huh?

Capillary walls are broken
down. Blood is run into the tissue.

What foreign
substance caused that?

That's the big question, Sam.

There are over 5,000 chemical bases
for poison, over 250,000 combinations.

If we don't get lucky and
narrow it down, we're in trouble,

because there aren't enough tissues in
both those bodies to test for everything.

Where do you
suppose it came from?

That's it, Sam. That's the car.
Here's a copy of the inspection report.

Officer Purdy went over the
car and filed this report, right?

It was the last one
he checked over.

You know, he was
due to retire next month,

the same week as his son's
graduation from high school.

Sam, why don't you check inside?

I want to take a look at those
brakes that supposedly failed.

Show me where the
brake damage is, will ya?

Right here.

What about the brake fluids?

Almost empty and the
damage looks deliberate.

- Thank you.
- Yes, sir.

- Sam.
- Yeah.

Try the brakes, will ya?

It's almost to the
floor, but not quite.

Does that mean
there's some left?

Yeah. They're good
for a few more miles.

Try the emergency brake.

It seems fine. Maybe
she just panicked.

How about the
steering wheel? Try It.

It's perfectly normal. It hasn't
collapsed at all from any impact.

That's what I've
been saying all along.

Whoever k*lled Julie
poisoned her somehow.

Then he fixed the brakes to
make it look like an accident.

The officer picked it up
when he went over the car.

But how would a poison
get into their systems?

There weren't any puncture
marks on the bodies.

Suppose it was airborne?

The air-conditioning was on.

If the officer started the car, he
would have inhaled the same thing.

Right.

Tell me, is it
standard procedure

to turn on the ignition
when they examine the car

the way Joe Furdy did?

Sure, assuming
the engine starts.

We've got to check out the
power brakes, the steering.

That's it, Sam, it all fits.

It must have been an airborne
poison that they inhaled.

- May we use your phone?
- Sure.

Here ya go, buddy.

Who am I calling?

Oh. That special unit with
the Department of Health.

Tell 'em to check out
the tailpipe, the muffler,

the air conditioning,
the ventilating system,

anyplace an airborne
poison could come from.

And Sam, I want
you to stay by that car.

Don't let anybody get
near it until they get here.

Call me at Astin's office as
soon as they finish the tests.

Right.

Is Doctor Astin in?

Yes, he is.

But the door out
there is locked.

Oh. Well, this one isn't.

Yeah. Well, I always
use it... who are you?

Ah, I'm Robin Woolen, Doctor
Astin's new secretary and you are...?

Doctor Quincy. Do you have
the key to the door out there?

I've been waiting for you. I
have the key, the only key.

What's goin' on here?

Number one, because
of a mandatory clause

in the original lease
contract for this building,

my office is to be renovated
once every three years.

Now in plain English, that means it
was arranged and paid for years ago.

Number two, this is my
new Grade A secretary.

My former secretary found it
difficult to deal with our clients,

if you know what I mean.

Number three, you
are no longer to barge

into my office as if it
were the men's room.

From now on, when
you want to see me,

you'll go through my
secretary, like a gentleman.

May I see Doctor Astin?

Well, of course. He's
been waiting for you.

Thank you.

Yes, can I help you?

What, are you in on this too?

I just want to tell ya that I think the
car caused that officer to hemorrhage

and Sam is running
some tests right now.

What tests? Joe Purdy had an
ulcer big enough to k*ll a horse.

He also had the same symptoms as the girl
had. Blood, tissue samples, all identical.

What are you gonna do tell
me that he had an abortion, too?

Now that makes just about as
much sense as anything else.

Yeah, you're always
being sarcastic.

Monahan, please, if we don't humor
him, we'll never get to the bottom of this.

Now, what is this "missing link"
they supposedly had in common?

The car. Don't you understand?

The car is the m*rder
w*apon that k*lled both of them.

- The car.
- Yeah. Why can't you see that?

Uh-huh. And what did
that do, smother them?

No, but you're close.

There must have been an
airborne poison in the car.

They both inhaled it
and it caused the deaths.

Sam is checking on the
exhaust and the ventilating

systems now with a special team.

Now, they're gonna come up with
somethin'. Let me tell any second now,

that phone is gonna ring and are you
guys gonna be surprised with what ya hear.

It isn't ringing.

That it?

No, wait a minute, it's coming.

That's it.

That's the answer?

Conclusive.

Then I better make
the phone call.

Yes.

Doctor Astin, there's a call on 12
for Doctor Quincy from Sam Fujiyama.

Yeah, Sam?

Ah, nothing, Quincy.

Except for a slightly higher
level of emissions than standards,

the tests were all negative.

Sam, that's impossible. I don't understand
it. There had to be poison in the car.

Okay. Thanks, Sam, anyway.

Well? What did he say?

Guess what? Dicenzio just admitted
rigging the brakes in the girl's car.

Oh.

I wonder if I remembered
to pack my Bermuda shorts.

Do not use that door.

The car's the m*rder*r.

Quincy, I heard you were
supposed to be away on a vacation.

I was, and I am. Barbara's
gonna pick me up here.

Give me a drink,
will ya? Hi, fellas.

Hi, Quince.

Hey, John, you should have
seen the Edsel we arrested today.

What?

Yeah, this car got away
with a lot of muggings.

It robbed about 18 people.

Oh, yeah?

That right. How about the
Studebaker we arrested for arson.

Ah, how many of those
drinks have you guys had, huh?

No, that's not it, John. You have no
idea how much crime has gone up.

Even cars are doing it today.

Is that a fact?

Oh, yeah. Isn't right Quince?

Cars are even murderers.
Didn't you say that?

All right, fellas, knock it off. So I
made a mistake. Nobody's perfect.

I remember a certain photographer
who took thirty pictures of a mob slaying,

and then realized he forgot
to put film in the camera.

Oh, that's funny to you. I also
remember a certain detective

who drove into a parked garbage
truck while he was chasing a suspect.

Quincy, what's this I hear?

My trusted employee tells me
there's a little argumentation in the air?

No argumentation. We're
just reminiscing like old friends

that seem to have
lost their memories.

Oh, memory, oh, Barbara called.

What did she want?

Oh, she asked if
you could pick her up.

When did she call?

When did she call?

Good question. What am
I, your answering service?

Well, ya could have
taken a message.

Well, it wasn't exactly
an emergency call.

For you, maybe not. But for me I
been keeping her waiting too long.

Thanks a lot.

That's my man.

No more phones, no more headaches,
no more Astin, no more Monahan.

Ah, well, I'm not gonna feel
safe till we cross that county line.

You have no faith, you know that?
I'm tellin' ya nothing can stop us now.

It could be a wrong number.

We don't have to answer it.
Let it ring. What are you doing?

Oh, Quincy, if
we don't answer it,

you'll wonder about it the whole
trip. Doctor Quincy's office, hello...

Yes, one moment,
I'll see if he's in.

- Who is it?
- Astin.

What's the matter now?
I'm on vacation, remember?

I'll be right back.

What is it?

It's Sam. He's very sick.

Sam?

I never should have
let him get near that car.

Park the car, will ya?

How is he?

He's going down fast. I've
never seen anything like it.

They're running his tests now.

- What happened?
- I don't know.

About an hour after he came
back from the police garage,

he said he was feeling dizzy. I had
him lie down, but he just got worse,

so I brought him right here.

Don't you realize what it is?

He picked up whatever those two
d*ed of. From the car, like I told ya.

Look, Quincy, if you really
want to help Sam now,

why don't you wait till they
finish checkin' him out, huh?

Because there's a biological
clock ticking away inside him.

I don't have any time to lose.

May I?

Not too long, Doctor.

Sam.

Sam.

Hi, Quincy.

I'm sorry I spoiled
your vacation plans.

Ah, you're just jealous.
You didn't want me to go.

Just between us,

what are you thinking?

Well, you know me. I have to check out a
couple a things before I can answer that.

But in the meantime, they're gonna take
some precautionary measures, just in case.

Okay, Quincy.

Hey, now don't you worry.

I'll have you back in the
lab before you know it,

you'll be right
under Astin's thumb.

How's his condition?

Not good.

His blood pressure is
dropping, his pulse is weakening,

aside from the obvious symptoms
we don't know what's wrong.

We've been administering antibiotics
in case there's a bacterial infection.

Now look, don't get insulted, Doctor,
but antibiotics aren't gonna help him.

He doesn't have a
bacterial infection.

Then what is it?

I don't know yet, but two other
people have wound up on my table

within the last 24 hours
with the same symptoms.

They had both d*ed from
severe internal hemorrhaging

caused by some poison
in the bloodstream.

But you can't identify it?

No, but I'm gonna give
it the best sh*t I can.

In the meantime, there are a couple
of things we can do to help Sam.

Start giving him fresh
blood, infuse it with fibrinogen,

and avoid moving him
around as much as possible.

We don't want to circulate that
poison any faster than necessary.

All right. We'll do our best.

Thank you, Doctor.

Color guard ready, aim, fire.

Ready, aim, fire.

Ready, aim, fire.

Mrs. Purdy?

Who are you?

I'm Doctor Quincy. I'm with
the medical examiner's office.

Yeah, but your job is over.

Leave my mother alone.

Please. My friend is dying from
the same thing that took your father.

I have to talk to you.

Go ahead, Paulie.

Jeff, I'll talk to him.

I hate to bother you at a
time like this, believe me.

I do.

Thank you.

My assistant and I went over the
last car that your husband examined,

and now he's come down
with some kind of poisoning.

I think it's linked to
your husband's death,

but see I need to
know more specifics.

How can I help?

When your husband came
home from work that night,

what did he say
was bothering him?

Well, he complained about
feeling nauseous and dizzy.

We thought it was just
another ulcer att*ck.

Do you remember
anything else specifically?

He said it tasted like
he had eaten oysters.

Oh, and he had a nosebleed.

A nosebleed?

I didn't think It was
anything unusual.

Joe banged his head when
he was dizzy on the stairs,

and a short while later
his nose started to bleed.

Did it bleed heavily?

Yes, for about fifteen minutes.

We couldn't stop it until we used an ice
pack, and then it just slowed to a trickle.

This is gonna be very difficult.

Please, can you tell me what
happened right to the end?

Well, ah, he became
weaker and weaker,

and then he turned very pale.

Finally, I was so frightened
I had to call an ambulance

but it was too late.

What time was that?

It must have been around 7:30.

But the accident report said
the car was logged in at 2:00 p.m.

That's a total of five and
a half hours. Thank you.

- Have I helped?
- Yes, you have. Thank you.

Doctor Astin, how is he?

He's holding, Quincy. The transfusions
may be doing him some good.

Well, did Sam say anything
about tasting oysters?

How did you know that?

Well listen, we're not
out of the woods yet.

Tell them to keep flushing his system.
We may only have three hours left.

Have the doctor watch for a nosebleed
or any other sign of external hemorrhaging.

He's already had a nosebleed.

Oh, no.

What?

Purdy had a nosebleed
just before he d*ed.

Where are you going now?

Back to the car pound.
I gotta find that poison.

Hey, Brill, what're
you doing here?

Oh, hi, Quince. Figure
I could help out a little.

You know, I was in this department for
thirteen years before I joined Monahan.

Didn't wanna get your
hands dirty anymore?

- Yeah.
- What d'ya find out, anything?

Well, it wasn't airborne,
it's a contact poison.

- Contact poison?
- You pick it up by touch.

That's why there were no
puncture marks on the bodies.

There's this chemical
called Dimethyl Sulfoxide.

It penetrates the skin, makes it
act like a blotter soaking up ink.

But if you mix anything with this Dimethyl
Sulfoxide, put a drop of it on your skin,

it is absorbed and
circulated through the

blood stream just as
if you had an injection.

I didn't know that was possible.

Yeah. Scientists have
been experimenting

with them as a possible
alternative to injections.

The Dimethyl has a very
interesting side effect.

It gives the sensation
of tasting oysters.

Both Officer Purdy and
Sam complained of that.

Only this time, somebody
isn't administering medicine.

Is that what these
guys are lookin' for?

Well, whatever k*lled the girl

and the policeman, and is
k*lling Sam, is still in the car.

I'm gonna tear it apart.
Inch by inch if I have to,

put it under a microscope.

Whatever you guys are lookin'
for, you better find it soon.

We're running out of time.

That's about it, Doctor Quincy.

- Find anything?
- No, not yet.

Hey, come over here.
Take a look at this.

Excuse me.

You're the thing that can give me the
answer and help Sam. Now what is it?

Doctor Quincy. Can you come over here for
a minute? I think we've found something.

It's the steering wheel.

When you see under
the ultraviolet light,

it looks like some kind of foreign
substance has been painted on it.

Let me have that glove, will ya?

Yeah.

- Don't look like much.
- Turn it over.

If this is what I think it is,

you guys better
burn your gloves.

Give us the answer
just one time.

It gave us the DMS.
I know the carrier...

What is the toxic agent that's
mixed with it that's k*lling Sam?

Maybe we should
try a new approach.

- Like what?
- Well.

Wait a sec. Look,
Dr. Quincy. Take a look at this.

The material shows an ultraviolet
absorption peak at 280 nanometers.

Could it possibly
be proteinaceous?

Of course. Protein, like venom.

Set up the
electrophoresis, will ya?

- Venom?
- Why not?

Let's separate this mess,
put a name to that poison.

Dr. Quincy, we've got it!

Here. L-Amino Acid Oxidase.

That's definitive. It's a concentrated
fraction of some type of snake venom.

Snake venom? Quincy, how could snake
venom get on the steering wheel of a car?

I don't know, but I'm sure
gonna find out. Come on.

Quincy, you can't talk to
him till he sees his lawyer.

I haven't that kinda time.

You have your right to counsel?

I don't need him. I've
already confessed.

- Then you waive
your right to counsel?
- Yeah, yeah.

- Okay. He's all yours.
- What do you want?

A friend of mine is dying from the
same poison that k*lled Julie Spellman.

I've got to know what it is.

Poison? What are you, nuts?

I fixed the brakes
and that's all.

The brakes didn't
k*ll her. I did the

autopsy on her. I know
it was something else.

And I'm telling you
I don't know what in

the hell you're talkin'
about. I k*lled her.

I mean, man, she k*lled my baby.

Look, either you poisoned her or someone
else k*lled her. Now which is the truth?

The whole thing
was a terrible mistake.

I always thought we were
gonna get married someday.

Then she met DeWilde
and I was like nobody to her.

When I found out
that she was pregnant,

I was hoping we'd get
back together, you know?

Then she told me what she did.

I mean, man, that
was my baby too.

I just couldn't do
nothin' about it.

So I really tied one on
me. I got really drunk.

I went back to the shop

and I remember I fixed
the brakes on her car

and the next morning I
realized what happened,

and I went back
there to fix the car.

But Julie had already picked
up the car and left early.

Is it possible somebody
got into the garage

that night and fooled
around with the car?

- No, no.
- Why not?

No way. I was the last one to leave
and Ralph was in the yard all night

until the guys opened up
in the morning and Ralph...

Who's Ralph?

He's a guard dog. A
big German shepherd.

I mean, he would have torn anybody's
arm off who tried to break in there.

Hey,

you know something funny,

when the guys opened up the
next morning, the dog was asleep,

and they said he was
acting kind of a sluggish.

Like he'd been doped,
maybe tranquilized?

Yeah, possible.

Monahan, get me Doctor Astin.

Believe me, you
didn't k*ll that girl.

Doctor Astin, I want you
to call the best herpetologist

and the best venomologist in
town. Have them meet you at the lab.

Monahan's gonna send a police
car over to escort them. Thank you.

Do you mind telling
me what we're doing?

We're goin' on a safari. We're gonna
name that poison and save Sam's life.

Doctor Quincy and this
is Lieutenant Monahan.

Thank you for coming, gentlemen.

This is Mr. Kitei and his
assistant, Ron Sanderson.

- I'm Dr. De Groot.
- Very nice to meet ya.

Now, this is Doctor Quincy.
Open up those gates.

I'm sorry, Doctor, you
don't have an appointment,

and Mr. DeWilde
isn't expecting you.

I've the lieutenant of police with
me. If you don't open those gates,

you'll have fifty cops here
with warrants in two minutes.

This is the culprit
we're looking for.

L-Amlno Acid Oxidase.
It's definitely snake venom.

Traces of Phospholipase
A enzyme and an

extraordinary
concentration of this peptide.

Then your protein is the k*ller.
Has the venom been fractionated?

Yes, that's only one part
of the poison concentrated.

That's why Sam and the others
didn't show characteristic symptoms.

But I figure with this analysis
and all these specimens,

we should be able to come up
with the poison that's responsible.

Doctor Quincy, almost all snake venoms
have some effect on blood coagulation.

But there are only a
few that produce the

internal bleeding that
you're speaking about.

This may be the
answer right here.

Ronnie, give me a hand.

Fer-de-Lance.

Well, there's also
Echis carinatus here.

Well, what about the Boomslang?

Which one do you think it is?

Well, Doctor Quincy, there
are so many specimens here,

it could be any one of
the four we just mentioned,

or even a combination of them. All
of their bites cause internal bleeding.

The only way to make
an accurate determination

would be to sensitize sheeps'
blood to the suspect venom,

and then we make passive hemagglutination
to determine the poison you found.

Well, how long will it take?

Doctor De Groot can start sensitizing
the sheep's blood immediately,

but to complete the tests,
will take at least three days.

Three days. I'm talking
about minutes. We've

narrowed it down
to four possibilities.

Couldn't we give Sam
one antidote for all of them?

Because each of the venoms
has a specific antivenin,

one won't work
against the others.

By the time you combined
them in a single serum,

the dosage of the one you
needed would be so diluted

it couldn't help your
friend at this stage.

In fact, there is no known antidote for
the Thelotornis kirtlandii venom at all.

If that is what is involved
here, I'm afraid it's hopeless.

There's got to be a way.

Dr. Quincy. What are you doing?

These are valuable
specimens, and they're very rare.

Isn't it very dangerous to have
venomous snakes around like that?

No, not if they're
in trained hands, no.

Even when the trained hands
want to m*rder somebody?

Doctor, this is unthinkable.

Julie was k*lled

in an automobile accident.

No, she wasn't. Those
brakes didn't give way.

This is outrageous.

You thr*aten your
way onto my land,

you endanger precious animals and now
you're making bizarre, cruel accusations.

My friend Is gonna die if you don't
tell me which poison it is that did it.

Roger. Jim.

Quincy. What are you doing?

Getting an eye for an eye.

Stop it. You can't do that.

Whoever k*lled Julie Spellman
knew an awful lot about snakes,

someone who had
access to their venoms

and a laboratory where
they could be concentrated

and mixed with
Dimethyl Sulfoxide.

Even put the mixture in the car.

But that was after he
sh*t a tranquilizer dart

into the guard dog
of Dicenzio's garage.

You're trying to force me to say
something that can't be used as evidence.

Don't you understand? I
don't care about your evidence.

I'm talking about Sam's life.

Now, I swear if you don't
tell me which poison it is,

you'll never live to see
the inside of a courtroom.

Come on.

It was the Boomslang
Dispholidus typus.

The Los Angeles Zoo has
a few of the Boomslang.

They must have a supply of
antivenin on hand in case of accident.

Thank you.

Mr. DeWilde... Step back,
boys. Turn around please.

Think we're in time?

Barely, if the antivenin can reverse
the hemorrhaging quickly enough.

He never would have survived
without those transfusions, though.

We'll know in a few hours.

Astin. Come here. Look it.

It's better. Yeah.

No, no, don't get your hopes up
now. This is, this is not conclusive.

- This is, this is not...
- Well?

He's out of danger. He should be
up and around in a couple of days.

Oh, thank God. Oh thank God.

It's gonna be a nice
day for a change.

- What'll we do?
- I don't know. What'll we do?

I know, let's go to work.

You're kidding?

No. Sam'll be in bed for a
while. We've lost a lot of time.

Come on, Quince.

I don't believe you.

- Oh, hi, honey.
- Hi, Quincy.

What are you doing here?

Oh, I just came to
say good-bye to Sam.

Good-bye?

Uh-huh. My vacation days are
dwindling down to a precious few.

I'm sorry I can't
wait for you, Quincy.

Oh, but, honey, Sam isn't a hundred
percent yet. He's still convalescing.

- Really?
- Yeah.

That's why I'm doing his
work for him, covering for him.

But Astin says he's gonna
be okay in a couple of days.

How can anybody
so smart be so dumb?

What?

Boy, what you're gonna miss.

Do you want some
more iced tea, Sammy?

Yes, would you please, Ann.

How does that feel, Sammy?

Oh, that feels fine Ruth, oh.

Um. Not too hard, Ruth.

You phony, you fraud.
I've gotten my days

and I'm coverin' for you, and
you're livin' like a maharishi.

Here, Sam, have some iced tea.

I'll k*ll him. And you...