04x15 - Walk Softly Through the Night: Part 2

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Here are some scenes from part
one of Walk Softly Through the Night.

No, no

Talk to me! Talk to me!

Talk to me!

My son... My son
is dead, Quincy.

What?

Addicted?

Yes. We tested his
blood and his liver.

He was taking an awful lot of
methaqualone. About 20 or 30 tablets a day.

Ted wasn't even
addicted to soda pop!

What are you trying to tell me? I'm his
father, don't you think I would have known?

Ted's roommate said that
you were trying to help him.

He knocked on the door. I help
anybody that knocks on my door.

Most pre-meds aren't
qualified to do that.

Most pre-meds didn't
grow up in Navarijo.

Did you have any special
place he could have gone?

Do you have a drug
program of any kind?

There's no need fori t.

A young man is dead. You can't
tell me you don't need a program!

The boy you sold
this to is dead.

As far as I'm concerned
junkie kids are a dime a dozen.

You rotten...

Oh, my God!

Dr. Colella!

Keep your hand off of me.

Hey, I just don't want
to see you get torn apart.

So, Ted was alive when
I took him to the hospital.

It wasn't until I got there and opened
the door that I realized he was dead.

Why'd you leave him all alone?

Were you afraid of the Student
Health people, Dr. Kirschner?

Exactly. That's all she would have
needed me to nail me to the wall.

I have a right to tell you this

because my own son died.

It was the only child I had!

And he died from dr*gs that
m*rder*r sold him in there!

Please don't go in there!

Please, don't go there!

And now, the conclusion of
Walk Softly Through the Night.

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Welcome to the psycho ward...

Darling!

You alright?

They didn't hurt you, did they?

I hurt myself.

I always do...

I always will...

I called Sol Rosen.

He's on his way.

He said he'll have you out
of here as soon as he can.

Maybe I belong here.

Don't talk like that.

Quincy?

Why didn't Ted come to me?

And ask me for help?

I don't know, Brock.

I thought he knew.

I thought

we were buddies...

Close.

I thought he respected me.

You again.

Yeah, and I'm not
getting in that line, either.

Dr. Colella, I'm Dr. Quincy.

I'm from the Coroner's
office. I have to talk to you.

I told him to get to
the end of the line.

It's all right, Cliff.
It's perfectly fine.

Come on in.

Sit down. Make
yourself comfortable.

Okay.

As you can see, we're not
too fancy in this part of town.

Uh, listen... Before
you start talking,

Doctor, I have a pretty good
idea why you came here.

You see, I had a long phone
conversation with a Lieutenant Monahan

down at police headquarters
today, and he mentioned your name.

You're talking about
Brock Campbell?

Yes... I had no idea
that his son died.

The way he came here,
dressed the way he was,

and att*cked my assistant

Well, frankly, I thought
he was deranged.

But now that we know,
we've decided to forget

that the whole
thing ever happened.

Including his son's death?

I don't quite follow you.

His son died because
of methaqualone.

Here is where he
got the prescriptions

that allowed him to keep
up a habit of thirty pills a day.

Look, Dr. Quincy,

the only reason I
allowed you in here

is because it's been
brought to my attention

that you were going
to cause me trouble.

Oh, that's putting it mildly.

Alright, alright.

You see, I thought that
perhaps if I would talk to you,

maybe I could convince
you that if you succeed,

you'll only prevent me from helping the
unfortunate people in this neighborhood.

You see, when I was a
medical student, I used to drive

through this section of
this city on my way to school

and every day I'd see
the poverty and the filth

and the human degradation.

So, instead of becoming
a Beverly Hills gouger

with secretaries and
accountants and pretty nurses

I decided to devote
my life to these people,

helping the poor and the needy.

The outcasts of our
materialistic society,

dying and suffering because
nobody knows they're there.

Or even care.

Do you really
believe that garbage?

I saw your patients.

College kids, junkies, welfare
cheaters. All looking for an easy fix.

Why don't you save your breath?

Because all you're doing is
making me sick to my stomach.

Alright, look.

Everyone who comes in
here is a legitimate patient,

with a legitimate
physical ailment.

I take their total
medical history.

I give them a complete physical
examination from head to toe.

And if medication is prescribed,

it's because I have a
totally legitimate reason...

You know that's not true.

You wouldn't be able to examine
one-fourth of the people I saw out there.

No, you give them a prescription

and then you make
up a case history to fit it.

Alright... It's all right down
here in black and white.

For your protection.

In case your records
get subpoenaed!

So you can go into
court and lie to a juror

who doesn't know the difference
between a bloody nose and a band-aid!

I hope you realize you're making
some very serious charges.

Oh, you bet I do!

And I haven't even started yet!

It's all right, Cliff.

Dr. Quincy and I have been having a
pleasant chat about professional ethics.

It's all over now.

I think he'd like to
be shown to the door.

You make me ashamed to be
in the same profession with you.

And one way or another, I'm gonna
stop you from k*lling anybody else!

Believe me.

Who is it?

It's me, Marty.

I, uh, I can't talk to you now.

Open the door, baby.

Don't make me knock it down.

Marty.

Marty,

you should've called.

I have company.

- Get out... Get out of here!
- Peace, brother. I'm just leaving...

- Get out of here!
- What are you doing, Marty?

What are you...

Don't come back here!

You pig!

You pig!

I oughtta call the police!

What is this? Who is that guy?

- He's a friend of mine.
- He's a bum.

- I like him.
- You like him? Does he like you?

- At least he came
to visit me, alright!
- He came to visit you?

He came here for a couple
of ludes and a can of beer.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, Marty.

I don't know what I'm doing.

I don't know what
I'm doing anymore!

I can't even help myself. I
don't know what I'm doing!

You've got to help
yourself, Anita.

You've got to go to a
hospital and dry out.

I'm not going to
no hospital, man.

Listen to me, baby, I
don't think you understand.

Listen to me! You're
blowing it, baby.

You're gonna pass out some night

and you're not gonna
wake up in the morning.

You've got to go
to the hospital.

I'll die first.

I'll die first.

Yeah... Yeah, fine.

Wait a minute!
Where are you going?

Marty? Don't...
Don't... Don't leave me.

Please, help me, Marty!

Help me! God, please, help me!

Help me!

You're the only one
who has a chance.

Hey!

Do you have any pills?

I dunno...

- I don't have any pills!
- Hey! Heyl Hey!

I don't have any money,
I don't have anything...

Come here.

Help me, Marty.

I've got to get some pills.

Anita.

Listen to me.
Anita, listen to me.

If I take you down it's because you
promise me that you're going to quit.

- That will be it.
- I'll quit.

If you ever feel like taking
some again, you call me first.

I don't care where I am,
when it is... You call me.

I'll call you...
I will call you.

Alright.

You're going to bring me down?

Yeah, I'll bring
you down, baby...

In ten days, you're gonna
be a whole new person.

A whole new person.

You want the
blanket, baby? Yeah.

Marty,

No more hospitals. I don't
want to go back to the hospital.

No, you don't have
to go to the hospital.

I only want Marty...

It's alright.

It's alright, baby.

Hanna.

Well, look who's back.

Yeah, I gotta see the doctor.

If you wait right there, you'll be
first in line for tomorrow morning.

That's alright, man.

I don't think you understand.

I got some money for him.

What does that mean to me?

I like you, Hanna.

You're a straight-ahead guy.
You're so easy to understand.

Yeah.

Hm.

Hi.

I need some ludes. A friend
of mine is in pretty bad shape.

I'll give you anything you want.

Well, she's doing about
twenty a day so I need, uh,

well I need enough
to take her down.

Well, as soon as
you pay up your bill.

Uh...

I'll get that money to you by the
end of the month... That's a promise.

You know, I've only given
credit to two people. Ever.

You and Ted Campbell.

And I must say, it's been
a learning experience.

Both of you turned
out to to be deadbeats.

Take a look at my watch. It's
worth over a hundred bucks.

I've already got the
pink slip to your car.

I suppose it's about as
worthless as that watch.

I mean, why don't you
use your imagination?

My other patients don't seem to
have much trouble getting money.

Sure,

they mug old people in the park!

I took this off one
of your regulars.

I'll tell you what.

You put that on the desk
and I'll write you twenty ludes.

I'll tell you what, I'll keep it,
and you'll write me two hundred.

On ten separate pieces of paper.

Marty, you are such a fool.

Why do you think that
they stand out there

all day just for the chance
to get a handful of pills?

Because they need crutches
to get themselves through life.

Which I supply at a
fair and reasonable fee.

And you know what you're doing
with all your saintly enthusiasm?

You're yanking the
crutches away from them

so that they crawl right back
into the slime of their existence,

always tortured, always miserable,
always wishing they were dead.

Cut the lectures, man. I
don't want to hear about it.

Just write me... Write
me the prescriptions.

It's alright, Cliff, uh...

Marty was just showing me a trophy
that he took away from one of our patients.

I'll tell you what, why don't you
make sure that the front door is locked

and just toddle on home.

You really want me to leave?

Alright, Marty,
I'll tell you what.

Put the g*n on the desk

and then I'll finish
writing these.

You see, Cliff, sometimes
he's over-conscientious

You're really sure?

Go home. Have a
TV dinner and enjoy.

You know, Marty,

I still think you're one of the
biggest fools I've ever met.

- Yeah?
- Yeah, Quincy...

You better drag your bones out of
bed and get over here right away.

What's the matter?

Dr. Colella's pill
palace. He's dead.

What happened?

Somebody shot him once in
the neck, and once in the chest.

- Fellas.
- Quincy.

Where's the body?

Follow the bouncing ball.

You find the w*apon yet?

Yeah, we got lucky for a change.

We found it out
back in a trash can.

- Hi, Ed.
- Morning, Quince.

- Who found the body?
- Janitor.

Came in to clean
up around 10:00.

Did you know I was
here earlier today?

As a matter of fact, yeah.

Who told you? Laughing Boy?

Yeah, Laughing Boy.

Only don't worry about it, Doc. I already
told them he was alive when you left.

Thank you.

Get him outta here, will you.

Hey, don't you want
to hear who did it?

Look, I'll take care
of that, Mr. Hanna.

Why don't you go out and
read your girlie magazines, huh?

You really got
somebody for this?

Yeah.

I'm afraid I have.

I don't care if Hanna did
pick Marty out of a line-up.

The guy's rotten
to his shoestrings.

Look, he saw Herrera go
into Dr. Colella's office, okay?

He heard a noise and
he went in to investigate.

When he opened the door, he saw Herrera
standing there pointing the g*n we found.

Did he see the actual m*rder?

No, because the
doctor sent him home.

He sent home his muscle boy?
While Marty was pointing a g*n?

He must've been scared stiff.

Quincy, you're tired. Why don't
you go home and get some rest.

As soon as you show
me a signed confession.

We're working on it.

How about a motive?

You working on that, too?

No, as a matter of
fact, we don't have to.

- Sit down.
- That's alright.

Gray's Anatomy. Cramming?

More like wasting my time.

I just read the same paragraph
twenty times. I have no idea what it said.

I'm here as your friend,
Marty. Only as your friend.

I can see that.

I'm not accusing
you of anything.

I want a logical explanation.

Why don't you ask the
lieutenant. He's got it all figured out.

He's got some evidence
against you, you know.

Circumstantial evidence.

That's why I'm here.

He thinks you were
pushing for Colella.

Do you?

He thinks you had a fight with him over
the money, and you ended up k*lling him.

I can't believe it.

I mean, he's a
bigger fool than I am.

I make a great pusher, right?

Only trouble is I got
no time to sell my dr*gs

because I'm too busy trying to
get people to stop taking them.

What about the g*n?
The .22 revolver?

I didn't sh**t him.

I used it to get a
prescription for Anita Ramirez.

She was desperate,

and he wasn't about to
give me any more credit.

You did it for Anita?

I'm such a fool.

You see, that's what I do.

They won't go to the hospital,
they won't go to Student Health,

I get what they need
and I take them down.

You're a regular Santa Claus.

You give it away?

Hundreds and hundreds and
hundreds of pills. You give them away?

I didn't say I
gave it away, man.

Sometimes they paid me back.
Most of the time they paid me back.

Sometimes I ended
up covering it myself

and sometimes I
ended up owing Colella.

We had a lot in common him and
me. See, because he was crazy, too.

He was an absolute lunatic.

Why did you keep
going back to him?

To help somebody like Anita I
would have gone to the devil himself.

That's your problem, Marty.

I'm afraid you did.

Brock.

Quincy? How're you doing?

Hey, you wanna take a swim? I got
a lot of extra suits. Lisa's fixing lunch.

No, thanks.

I'd like to ask you a couple
of questions if I could.

Well then.

Oh, forget it,

I'm tired of this lousy script.

They're supposed to be
a lot of laughs for children.

It reads more like the
last act of Macbeth.

Is that why you walked out of the
writers' meeting yesterday afternoon?

Somebody's got
a lot of little spies.

Lisa was worried about you
so she called me last night.

Well, uh, fortunately

I've returned to the
fold so all is forgiven.

You sure you don't
want to take a swim?

You're starting to get a
little gray around the edges.

No, Brock.

You know anything about that?

Well, I read the article,
if that's what you mean.

They picked up a young fellow
and charged him with m*rder.

A very talented young fella
who wants to be a doctor.

I don't think he did it.

That's a...

That's not what
this article implies.

They're wrong.

Well...

Oh!

You're casting
about for suspects.

This young kid
I'm talking about...

he tried to get Ted to break
his methaqualone habit.

In fact, he's the only one I
know who tried to help him.

Ah!

Uh...

One more question
before I go, Mr. Campbell,

You've been very
kind, sir, but, uh,

where were you the
night Dr. Colella was shot?

It's not a very funny subject.

You know something...
Neither is this visit.

Where did you go after you walked out of
the writers' meeting yesterday afternoon?

I drove up to Santa Barbara.

I walked on the beach for a couple
of hours, then I came right back here.

What time was that?

Around, what, 11:00, I suppose.

When Lisa called it
was already after 1:00.

Look, Quincy, don't come around here
anymore and play private eye with me.

I'm sick and tired of it.

Lisa!

How long does it take
to make a little lunch?

Do the people wish to
make an opening statement?

Uh, Your Honor.

Ladies and
gentlemen of the jury,

as you know, the defendant
is charged with m*rder

in the first degree.

We will produce evidence and witnesses who
will establish that he had both the motive

and the means to commit the
crime of which he stands accused.

We will show that he and
his victim, Dr. Mason Colella,

were engaged in the selling of
large quantities of barbituates

and amphetamines.

That he and the doctor
often argued over money.

And that, on the
night of the crime,

the defendant went
to the doctor's office

and shot him to death
with a .22 calibre p*stol.

When we're finished...

when the facts have
all been fitted together

as the pieces of
a jigsaw puzzle...

I am certain you will

render a verdict of guilty

as charged.

How long did you know your
former roommate, Ted Campbell?

Almost one full semester.

Did you ever see him buy any
methaqualone from the defendant?

From Marty? Yeah.

Just once. They
thought I was asleep.

I saw Marty hand Ted a bottle of
pills, and Ted gave him some money.

Well, the doctor had
what you might call

a liberal attitude about writing
prescriptions for uppers and downers.

And...

I always suspected that a lot of his
patients came there just to get pills.

So I called them the regulars.

So, you'd seen the
defendant many times before?

Oh yeah, yeah. He
was one of the regulars.

Please tell us what
happened after you let him in.

Well, I heard this big
argument going on so, uh...

I opened up the office door

and there was Marty standing
there holding a g*n on the doctor.

This p*stol?

Yeah, that's the one.

Sandra, could you please
tell us the nature of your

relationship with Ted Campbell?

We were engaged.

Were you aware
that he took pills?

Yes, I was...

Methaqualone?

I guess that's
what you call them.

Were you also
aware of his source?

You mean, who was pushing him?

Sure, I can tell you that.
He's sitting right over there.

There's the pusher,
Marty Herrera!

- That's a lie! Damn it, that's a
flat out lie! That's enough! Order!

You're the one who
started him on ludes!

By the time I got to him,
he was doing thirty a day!

That's enough! Sit
downl Order in this court!

Get your hands off me, man.

Listen... Listen to
me! This is ridiculous!

Sit down or I will
find you in contempt...

And she started him on ludes
and when he wanted to stop...

She kept giving it to him and
that's the reason he's dead.

How are you feeling?

You should know. You were there.

Justice triumphs! One more
Mexican pusher bites the dust!

You want to hear
something funny?

It's almost...

I mean, like, I... Like I don't
mind that they think I k*lled Colella.

What gets to me...

What makes my skin crawls is that they
think I'm some scum who pushes dope.

That's the testimony
of one sick girl...

And they're buying it.

I'm telling you, for five years,

I've turned myself inside
out to help people kick.

It's important for me
that you believe that.

I do believe it.

Do me a favor, will you?

- Take this home with you.
- What is it?

It's kind of like proof of
what I've been telling you.

- I don't need it.
- I know, I know.

Just take it with
you and read it.

Ted wrote it on his last day.

He asked me to
give it to his father.

Why didn't you?

I thought it might destroy him.

Marty, things have
got to get better.

Yeah.

Anita, you look a little pale.
Are you feeling all right?

I guess so.

I admire your courage for coming here
and admitting that you're a user of dr*gs.

It must've been quite
an ordeal for you to face.

I'm trying to quit.

Then you do still
take pills, I take it?

- Sometimes.
- Methaqualone?

Sometimes.

Like earlier today?
Before you came here?

To help you get
through your ordeal?

I didn't hear what
you said, Anita.

They were just... They were
just a few that I had left over.

- Who sold them to you?
- Nobody.

Who gave them to you?

Please answer the question.

Was it or was it not

Marty Herrera?

Just say yes or no.

Yes.

The truth is, he was
supporting your habit, wasn't he?

He only got them because
he was trying to help me.

He was trying to take me down.

How could he afford to do that?

Most of the time
I paid him back.

But you just testified earlier
that he never sold you any.

That wasn't selling.

He just got them for me and
then I would pay him back.

- How much per pill?
- What?

How much did you pay him
for each pill he gave you?

Fifty cost around $50.

A dollar a pill!

When the going price at any
reputable pharmacy is only 30 cents?

He had to pay for
the prescription.

How do you know he wasn't
taking a kick-back from Dr. Colella?

Because I trust him...

Your faithful pusher,
tried and true.

That's what he was,
wasn't he, Anita?

No.

The police found forty-seven
empty bottles in his room.

According to what
you just told us,

that's a street price
of well over $2,000!

And if that's not
pushing, Anita,

I am the Wizard of Oz!

Dr. Kirschner, as Director of
Student Health at the University,

did you ever have occasion
to speak with the defendant?

Oh, yes... Many times.

He wanted a drug
program. And I was against it.

So we had some pretty
unpleasant discussions.

Why would you
oppose a drug program?

Because sometimes
it has a reverse effect.

It actually makes
people curious enough

to flirt with what they're
being warned against.

The type of program the
defendant was hassling you for?

He wanted it to be taught
by students. Namely, himself.

So,

in your opinion,

if he got his way, drug usage
could actually increase on campus.

That's correct, and that's
why I wouldn't allow it.

What's your opinion about that?

Opposition to a
campus drug problem?

People like Dr. Kirschner
would like to believe

that everything has
improved since the '60s.

Well, it hasn't.

The tragic fact is,

it's more complex and
more difficult to deal with now.

From birth, children are told by

newspapers, by radio,
television commercials

that they needn't put up with
one moment of mental anguish,

that relief is just a short reach
away to the nearest bottle of pills.

It's become a form of escape
and a form of recreation.

Doctor, we've heard the word "pusher"
used several times during this trial.

Now would you say that most
students resort to pushers for their dr*gs?

Why risk going to a pusher

when all you have to
do is buy a prescription

from a licensed
physician like Dr. Colella?

I'm ashamed to say

that some members of my
profession are getting rich

by selling pill prescriptions to any
kid who has the money to pay for it.

Making fortunes
from children's misery.

Thank you, Doctor.

No more questions.

Cross examine.

Dr. Quincy,

I let you ramble on like that
because I must admit I was fascinated

by your enthusiasm and the
earthy quality of your rhetoric.

You make a very fine speech.

But what I'm wondering is

are you really qualified to expound upon
a subject completely beyond your field?

You are, I believe,
a pathologist.

Yes.

And if you had to examine as
many young dead bodies as I do,

you might consider
yourself qualified.

That's the effect, Doctor.

But you've sat here and made
sweeping statements about the cause.

Can you substantiate those?

I don't know what you
mean by substantiate?

Well, for instance,

have you ever practiced in a
hospital that rehabilitated addicts?

No.

Have you done research at any
of the high schools or colleges

- that you've talked about?
- Not extensively.

How long have you've
known the defendant?

- Several weeks...
- And during
those several weeks,

how much time, actual time,
have you spent with him?

Well, it's hard to say. Since he's
been in jail, every chance I can get.

Hourly visits in jail?

As long as they'll allow me.

Then how can you

unequivocally tell us
after only a few hourly visits

that he never pushed
dr*gs for Mason Colella,

one of the notorious scrip
doctors you so eloquently damned?

If you want facts...
I'll give you facts!

I was with him when
he broke down the door

and saved the life of a young girl
who was addicted to methaqualone!

Maybe if that girl had died

there would have
been an investigation.

And the police would have
found out where she got her dr*gs.

Maybe that's why Marty Herrera
was so anxious to keep her alive!

That's all, Your Honor.

You look like you could
use a drink. C'mon in.

You were brilliant
at the trial today.

I said to myself,

there's a man who
ought to be in politics.

That is, until the
prosecutor got a hold of you.

- What's your pleasure?
- Nothing, thank you.

I will have another, thank you.

I'm beginning to see
the value of dr*gs.

How do you think
the trial is going?

It's going the right way.

They've got the right person.

Why do you think he
bought all those pills?

It doesn't take a great
deal of imagination, does it?

He bought them for kids like your son
who were addicted and came to him for help.

He knew if they quit cold
turkey, they would die.

So he got them some pills,
he took them down slowly

by decreasing their
dosage ten percent a day.

That's the procedure that
would be used in a hospital.

The simple fact is,

Ted died.

Because he ran away.

The one thing Marty
begged him not to do!

Quincy, all you're saying is,

your friend kept
him from a doctor.

Ted refused!

He wouldn't see a doctor. He
wouldn't even go to Student Health.

Marty risked his entire future
to help him. Because he cared.

He cared more about
Ted than you did!

It's not my fault.

It's not my fault he
made himself a stranger.

He wouldn't even
come here to his home.

How many times
did you go to him?

How m any times did you get in the car
and make that short drive to the dorm?

Just to say hello. Just to
show him that you cared?

You know what your
problem is, Quincy?

You got yourself emotionally
involved with a drug pusher.

You're a naive man, Quincy,

you've got yourself snowed!

This is something I
hoped you'd never see.

Oh, come on, Quincy.

Some more of your
private-eye routines?

This is a letter Ted wrote
to you the day he died.

He asked Marty to deliver it. But
Marty didn't want to add to your pain.

I don't believe that.

I don't believe you,
do you understand?

As far as I'm concerned,

you can take that thing and
stuff it in the nearest trash can!

No, Brock, it's not
going to work this time.

You're not going to bully
your way into not listening

because you're
going to hear this.

"Dear Dad,

"I'm sitting here alone
in my room at school.

"I'm waiting for a friend of mine
to come back with some pills.

"His name is Marty Herrera.

"You've never met him

"and you've never seen this room

"because that would have required a
small sacrifice of your precious time."

You want to finish
this or shall I?

"The problem is,

"I think I'm dying.

"Uncle Buddy... Your
little boy is hooked.

"With Marty's help I've been trying
to straighten myself out and quit.

"But you need
pills even to do that.

"He probably won't be able
to find any. So maybe I'll die.

"I tried for your love, Dad,
but it wasn't ever there.

"I would've settled for crumbs.

"But there weren't
even any of those.

"Was I that much
of a disappointment?

"Was I really that bad?

"Anyway, I feel a little too shaky
to continue. So, I'll say good-bye.

"When you read this

"I hope I'll be with Mom."

He didn't sign.

That's the most inhuman
thing you'll ever do...

No,

what's happening to that
boy in the courtroom...

That's inhuman.

Marty Herrera,
it's Ted's legacy.

Somebody who helps some
lost kids, just like himself.

If you put him away,

you'll be burying
your son's legacy.

Who was that?

Hold me.

Hold me.

Hold me.

Mr. Campbell, I know
this will be painful to you.

And for that, I must apologize.

But I must ask you
to speak of your son,

to remember him the way he was,

for the sake of justice.

I... I understand.

Ted Campbell, your son...

How would you describe your
relationship that you and he had

prior to his leaving for school?

We were...

Friends.

We were close,

Ted...

Tried very hard to please me.

He was a good son.

Ted was what, eighteen,
nineteen, when he left for school?

Nineteen.

And in all of those
nineteen years,

did he ever get
into any trouble?

Did he ever take pills, or
even smoke marijuana?

No. Nothing.

There was no trouble at all...

Until this.

You and he were close.

And you were in his confidence.

Do you recall either in his
writing, or in his speaking to you,

his ever mentioning the
name of Marty Herrera

as someone who's helping him or
someone that he was depending on?

No...

Would it be safe to say,
that if we put Marty Herrera,

- this Messiah, away...
- Objection.

We would be saving other
children from his harmful influence?

Objection!

Your Honor, I object!

We would be saving other young
men like your son from ending up dead?

No! No! No!

My son and I were not friends!

We were not close!

He wanted to be
and I wouldn't allow it!

I didn't know how much I loved
him until after he was gone.

Until I realized how
completely I failed him.

You see,

I've been lying to myself
for years just like I lied to you.

Marty Herrera

didn't destroy my son.

I did.

I lost his love.

And I lost his respect.

And I allowed that alright...

Because I was too busy
entertaining other people's children

to give him the love and the
attention that he deserved.

My son

became addicted to dr*gs.

You've heard people say that

my son bought pills
from the defendant.

That's not true.

The pills that
supplied my son's habit

came directly from Dr. Colella.

When I found that out,

I couldn't live with the fact
that he should go unpunished.

On the night of his death,

I went to his office.

There was a g*n on his desk.

I picked it up and
shot him two times.

I'd like to say just
one more thing.

It just has to be said.

I...

To me,

the terrible
tragedy of this trial

was that none of us
wanted to hear the truth.

We start hearing and listening
to a bunch of distortions

and we were willing
to believe them.

The worst distortion

was the portrait that was
drawn of Marty Herrera.

The portrait that was
sketched line by line

to make him look like a
m*rder*r and a drug pusher.

Even I

was willing to accept that...

When the simple fact is

he was the only one

that saw the problem

and dared to take whatever risks
were necessary to do something about it.

He was the only one who cared.

Marty,

I...

I can't think

of anything to say to you...

Except,

I'm ashamed.

You're too good for us all...

It's open.

Holy mackerel!
Change your clothes.

- What?
- And get into
something decent.

- Dean Haggerty's on
his way over here.
- What are you talking about?

Try to read my lips...
He's coming over.

He wants to talk to you
in your own environment.

He's bringing
Dr. Kirschner with him.

Oh, that's great! I appreciate
all the advance warning.

Just get dressed.
I've got him all primed.

He wants to listen to your
ideas about a new program.

I don't know if I should
kiss you or k*ll you...

And when you talk to him, promise him
you won't make anymore trouble, okay?

What trouble did I ever cause?

What trouble?

It's open.

- Whoa I Just a few
more moments, okay?
- Oh, I'm sorry...

Be right with
you... Thank you...

Don't you ever clean this place?
It's like a pig sty... Get dressed.

Hey, look. You
think it's bad now,

you should see it
when it's visiting hours...

No more visiting hours,
you couldn't afford it.

Why don't we just
stop by a little later?

No, no! Listen, we're ready.

Come on, will you?

Coming, sir, coming! Come on!

Just one bachelor helping another
bachelor straighten up, that's all...

Dean Haggerty...

Dr. Kirschner...

Dr. Quincy seems to feel you have some
very solid ideas about a drug program.

Because of all that's
happened around here lately,

I'd be more than
happy to hear you out.

However, I must
say right up front

I cannot sanction any more
personal involvement by students

unless they're approved and
supervised by the University.

Oh, I'm sure that Marty
understands that. Don't you, Marty?

Yeah, sure.

As long as we have a good,
strong advocate program,

that's... That's cool by me.

Don't you think you
should answer that?

- What?
- The telephone.

Oh, yeah,

it's ringing, isn't it...

Marty...

How many have
you got in you, man?

Okay, what's your address?

Okay, look, stay on your
feet. That's the important thing,

just stay on your feet.
Helps on the way... Alright.

Got an overdose of
barbituates. Here's the address.

Thanks a lot.

Operator, this is a
medical emergency.

I need a Fire Department
ambulance right away.

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