03x15 - Passing

[bunniefuu]

I call 'em as I see
'em, when I see 'em.

This union still has some
powerful friends in this city.

But if I can make positive
identification, prove he was m*rder*d...

I don't want to rake
up that whole mess.

You mean you have opened
up this case in our county

at our department's
time and expense?

Now, she could
take a skull like this

and build the face of the
person whose skull it really is.

I want to find the
widest part of the mouth.

You're not gonna k*ll her?

When she finishes that
face, we're all finished.

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Pass me the ketchup,
will you, Sam?

What, some more?

What, are you counting?

Terrible thing about those
coroners' conventions, the food.

Why do they always have cold
chicken a la king on cold toast?

I was afraid to eat it.

I was afraid I'd end up as
one of the coroner's exhibits.

Aside from the
food, or the lack of it,

what did you think
of the convention?

Oh, that's terrific!

The new electrophoretic equipment
they've come up with, that's sensational.

Do you realize that before long,

we're gonna be able to identify a
criminal by a single drop of blood,

just as easily as you
do with a fingerprint?

What I liked was the new methods
of determining life signs when...

Hey, let's have some
beers over here, huh?

Why don't we hit the road, hmm?

I haven't finished
my hamburger yet.

Okay, I'll pay the
tab. It's my lunch.

If I knew that, I wouldn't
have eaten like a bird.

You know, your ulcers...

You know, that potato
was fried in old fat.

Think of the cholesterol.
Come on. Let's go.

Thanks a lot. Oh,
look at this, would you?

I got ketchup on my jacket.

What are you in
such a hurry for?

I'll drive. Where are the keys?

Sam? Hmm?

You see what I see?

Where?

On the motorcycle here.

Oh, that skull? What about it?

What about it?

What do you mean,
"What about it"?

It's a human skull.

You've seen human skulls before.

Not as a decoration
on a motorcycle.

See this? Teeth are missing.

You know what that can mean?

Look, let's not start
anything we can't finish.

That could mean

that somebody didn't
want this skull identified.

Cheekbone is wired.

This defect.

It's as old as the skull.

Probably the cause of death.

Quince, we got company.

Oh, hi. I'm Dr. Quincy,

Deputy Medical Examiner
for Los Angeles County.

So? So...

What's with the w*r
dance formation here?

Maybe we don't like people
nosing around in our private property.

Oh, I'm not nosing around.
I'm interested in this skull.

Where did you find it?

The desert.

The desert is a
pretty big place.

Can't you be more specific?

Uh-uh.

Okay. How long have you had it?

I don't remember.
Now give it here.

No, I can't do that.
It's a human skull.

I'm taking possession of
this for the State of California.

Man, you must want it awful bad.

I do. It's part of my job.

I study human remains
hoping to get some identification.

Wowee, now ain't that something.

Hey, Doc, you must make a
lot of bread doing this, huh?

Okay, how much
do you want for it?

It's not how much
I want, Doc. Hey!

It's how much you got.

Fifty-two bucks.

Sold to the skull doctor.

Nice doing business with you.

Oh, you got some ketchup there.

Only, don't hassle
us again, Doc,

'cause the next skull you'd
find might be your own.

Why didn't you chip in?

I paid lunch.

You can't go anywhere.

I send you to a simple
coroner's convention,

and you bring me back
an unidentified skull.

I found it purely
by accident, honest.

Why didn't you report
it where you found it?

We don't need to
import more work.

This is a human
skull, not a bookend.

Somebody went to a lot of
trouble to try to hide its identity.

What was I supposed
to do, leave it there?

Quincy, I understand that finding
a human bone is like a call to arms.

It makes you mad and it's
fascinating at the same time.

Right? You bet.

But we have over 7,000
autopsies a year here.

We don't have
time for more work.

Now, I'll just pack it off.

I'm afraid it's
too late for that.

Lynn Peters is gonna be here in
less than a couple of hours, and so...

As a matter of
fact, I should get

right down to the
airport and meet her.

Wait a minute!

Who is Lynn Peters?

Oh, she's a face-finder.

A what?

Actually, she's a sculptress.

Now, she could
take a skull like this

and build the face of the
person whose skull it really is.

I mean, it will help
us identify him.

You mean you have opened
up this case in our county

at our department's time and
expense by inviting her here.

It was more of a plea than
an invitation. She's very busy.

Why don't you go
through channels?

Sometimes it's better
to go over channels,

like Eisenhower did when
he invaded Normandy.

You get things done that way.

Hello, Astin. Quincy,
I'm sorry I'm late,

but it takes a while to
type up such a long list.

List? What list?

It's just a few names I
asked him to jot down.

You didn't have to
type it out. Well...

You mean, he's already wasting
your department's time, too?

Well, I'm getting used to it.

Wait a minute.

I can't believe this
many middle-aged men

disappeared between
here and Palm Springs.

That's just the past two
years, like you specified.

Who are they?

Well, deadbeats. Unhappy husbands
going through male menopause.

Criminals. Bail
jumpers. Parole jumpers.

Disappointed
lovers. Oh, say, listen.

There's one name on
there you might recognize.

Lockwood. David Lockwood.

- The Labor leader?
- Yeah.

Has it been two years
since he disappeared?

Two years, three
months and five days.

I know because the
file's still open on him,

but you didn't find Lockwood.

How do you know that?

Don't you recall, when
Lockwood disappeared,

two-and-a-half million bucks of the
union treasury disappeared with him?

My guess is he's
down in South America

on some beach sunning himself

with this year's
Miss Rio de Janeiro.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. I think
I'm getting a headache.

Maybe he never got
that far, Lieutenant.

But we'll find out,
gentlemen. We'll find out.

You remember Quincy's ulcer?

Yeah.

I know it's medically impossible,
but I think I'm catching it.

That's the skull of a male, about


Mmm-hmm.

That really doesn't tell
us very much, does it?

Well, it's only the
beginning, Lynn.

Whoever he was, he lived
violently and he d*ed violently.

Broken cheekbone.
That's an old injury.

Mmm-hmm. He
had that a long time.

Even after he d*ed,
v*olence didn't leave him.

Somebody knocked
every tooth out of his mouth.

Just to make
identification harder.

I guess so. How much
time do you need?

Uh... Three days, four days.

Astin will never
sit still for that.

Who's Astin? He's
our fearless leader.

He won't sit still two minutes
for a three-minute egg.

Okay. Let's get this
show on the road.

Listen. I want to go
down to Lockwood's union,

see if I can get some
information on him, okay?

Now, if Astin wants
me, you tell him that...

Tell him... Oh, you
know what to tell him.

I don't know what to tell him.

Sure you do.

Hey, Quince...

Uh, Sam.

Donut.

Now we put him on there.

Oh.

Tools.

Clay, erasers.

Erasers? See, I cut
these into various sizes

to represent the different
skin thicknesses on the face.

I've already precut
a set of these...

How do you determine the
thicknesses of the facial tissues?

I just use average skin depths.

Oh, I see.

Now, for example.

The first one is


Skin that thin must be from
somewhere around the forehead area.

Right.

Right at the very peak of
the forehead, comme ca.

The bridge of the nose is even
thinner. That's 2 millimeters.

So...

Glue.

Mmm-hmm.

The upper lip?

The upper lip is really
heavier, of course.

That's 11.5.

So...

Hmm.

What about the cheek?

The cheek's got to be
much heavier. That's 17.5.

Now that the tissue depths are
completed, I put it on the armature,

tighten, and continue
the rest of the work in clay.

What can I tell you
about David Lockwood?

I don't know. Two
years ago, last April,

he just disappeared
into thin air.

Did you know him?

Oh, I'd make a lousy head
of public relations of this union

if I didn't know its president.

Did he have any enemies?

Naturally.

Why naturally?

Well, you know, if you're
king of the mountain,

there's always somebody else
that wants to be king of the mountain.

Is that the way Sal Jarrett
felt about David Lockwood?

You know, these walls have ears.

You're talking about the
present president of this union.

Who had the most to gain
from Lockwood's disappearance.

Are you suggesting
that Sal Jarrett

had something to do with David
Lockwood's disappearance?

Come on, will you? I'm
not the first to suggest it.

I won't be the last.

It's common knowledge
that your Mr. Jarrett

was working hand
in glove with the mob

long before he
took over this union.

You keep talking like that and you are
going to end up like David Lockwood.

Missing. Why?
I'm no thr*at to him.

Yes, you are.

Because there are members
of this union right now

that are challenging
Sal Jarrett.

And, second of all, Sal Jarrett
is up for re-election in one week.

And third of all, if there is
the slightest hint of a scandal,

I mean, the slightest hint of a
scandal about David Lockwood,

it might cause Sal
Jarrett to lose this election.

The boys wouldn't
like that, would they?

Oh, you, sir, said that, not me.

Now, listen, Meg.
Excuse me, will you?

Sure.

This photograph of me stinks.

Makes me look like I eat
little children for breakfast.

Sorry to barge in like this,
but I have a decision to make

and my decision is the
press don't get that photo.

Dr. Quincy of the coroner's
office. This is Sal Jarrett.

How do you do?
Tell me something.

Would you vote for a
man with a mug like that?

Depends on what
he's running for.

Wait a minute.

Did she say you've come
from the coroner's office?

That's right.

I'm looking for some information
about David Lockwood.

Oh? Why?

We found a skull in the
desert yesterday. Could be him.

You're kidding.

I never kid about people
who have been m*rder*d.

Are you sure? That
it's Lockwood? No.

That whoever it was, was
m*rder*d? Oh, yeah, I'm sure.

Boy, you sure picked one hell
of a time to dig him up, mister.

If it is him.

Why, you and he were
very close, weren't you?

Yeah, close enough to
hate each other's guts. Why?

You could help me identify him.

Sure. But some other day, here.
I'm up to my elbows in this election.

Well, it's just one thing.

Do you know if his
jaw was ever broken?

Listen, I'll talk to you, Quincy. I'll
talk to you after the election, huh?

Do you know if his
jaw was ever broken?

I just work here and I
want to keep it that way.

Thank you.

When Jarrett and his g*ng
took over the union, I got out.

Couldn't stand the stink. I've
been in retirement ever since.

But you did know David
Lockwood, didn't you?

I more than just knew him.

Dave and I were like brothers.

We built that union
from the ground up.

And it was some union
when we were still running it.

What's this got to do with
the county coroner's office?

I'm not sure, but we may
have found his remains.

Really? Where? In the desert.

I knew Dave Lockwood
wouldn't run off with union funds.

We worked too hard
organizing it, building it,

fighting for every
extra fringe benefit.

Hey, have you told his
wife, Lorraine, about this yet?

Oh, no, no, no. I
don't want to upset her

unless I'm sure
about the identity.

Unless I know I've
got something definite.

Uh, you've got something
definite, mister. I'm sure.

Tell me, did you know if he ever
suffered any serious facial injuries?

Yeah. One bad one, I remember.

I was with him when it happened.

On a picket line, when he was
first starting to organize the union.

It was that far back.

He was beaten up?

Yeah. The company we were
striking hired a goon squad.

They gave Dave
a real working over.

Broke his jaw so bad they
had to wire it back into place.

But he won recognition.

You know something?

I think he just won
recognition all over again.

First, let me thank you for
coming over so promptly, Doctor.

I wasn't going to bother
you at all, Mrs. Lockwood.

Not until I was sure that it was
your husband we had found.

How did you know I
was working on the case?

Ross Bricker phoned and told
me that you'd been to see him.

Ross and I still
keep in close touch.

He thinks your
husband was m*rder*d.

He always did.

Don't you?

Whatever happened,
David's gone out of my life.

I want to leave it that way.

But if I can make positive
identification, prove he was m*rder*d...

What will that accomplish?

It'll go along way
toward proving

he didn't run off with
$2.5 million in union funds.

And what if it turns out that it
isn't David whom you found?

People will be more
convinced than ever

that he skipped with that money.

Doctor, my daughter is
being married next month.

I don't want to rake up
that whole mess again.

Do you believe he's dead?

Yes.

But not necessarily
that you found him.

If David were alive, he'd
have let me know, somehow.

We loved each other very dearly.

Those were the last
words he ever said to me.

He was calling me from
Kennedy Airport in New York

to say that he was

getting on a plane
to come back here.

I really hate these reminiscences.
They serve no purpose.

Maybe they do.

Well, anyway, David warned that
we might be in for some rough times,

that he'd discovered
something terribly disturbing

going on inside the union.

But that no matter
what happened,

I was to remember that
he loved me very dearly.

Doctor, I know
it's early in the day,

but would you care to
have a drink with me?

No, thanks. But
go ahead, please.

No. No drink for me, either.

Well, when the plane he was booked
on arrived back here in Los Angeles,

David wasn't on it.

I never saw him or
heard his voice again.

Does anyone know if he
took any plane that day?

Oh, somebody knows.

Whoever it is, isn't saying.

When he didn't arrive as scheduled,
we checked the airline, of course,

and we found that

David had canceled his New
York to LA ticket at the last minute.

He seemed to
evaporate into thin air.

Until, a few days later,

the airlines came up with a
passenger named Donald Landers.

He'd bought a ticket on
a plane out of New York

the same day that David
had canceled his flight.

Who is Donald Landers?

Nobody knew.

Nobody could trace
him once he'd landed.

So, they thought that maybe

David had made up a
fictitious name for himself

using the same initials.

Where did this Donald
Landers fly from New York to?

To Palm Springs.

It was between here
and Palm Springs

that we found the skull.

Mom! What's the coroner's wagon

doing in our driveway?
Jody, this is Dr. Quincy.

I'm with the coroner's office.

This is my daughter
Jody, Doctor.

How do you do?

Is anything wrong?

Dr. Quincy thinks he may have
located your father's remains.

Daddy? Where?

In the desert. Oh, my...

Now, we're not
sure it's your father.

Can you find out? We're trying.

There are all sorts of
scientific identification methods,

then with the information we get from
family and friends and things like that.

I guess you have to do
what you have to do, Doctor.

But I hope it turns out
to be somebody else.

Why?

Because not knowing
for sure means

that maybe, just
maybe, he's still alive.

You can appreciate Jody's
feeling that way, Doctor.

Wanting her father to be alive?
Of course I can understand.

Then, please,

I want you to drop this
investigation right here.

Mrs. Lockwood, if
it is your husband,

there's a m*rder*r out there
free to commit m*rder again.

I want to try to stop him.

This case is
becoming a nightmare.

I'm ordering you to ship out
this so-called Lockwood case.

Who got to you?
What do you mean?

That's what I mean. Who got
to you? Was it Jarrett? Who?

All right, Sal
Jarrett called me.

Well, I could handle that.

Want the whole truth?

Sure I want the whole truth.

I'm getting all kinds of
pressure from people

who are against this
useless investigation.

Oh, useless. That's terrific.

Our elected officials
have called me.

I surmise they are very
concerned with Labor's vote.

Even Lockwood's
wife is against it.

Oh, now it's coming out,
huh? She called, too? Sure.

The budget director
is also against it

when he got the bill for
Lynn Peters' plane fare.

She flew economy.
Did you tell him that?

I'm against it.
Why? Tell me why.

Because this case is
clearly not in our jurisdiction.

Why should this
department take all this heat,

when, most likely, it isn't even
Lockwood in the first place?

I'm telling you, it is
Lockwood, I'm sure of it.

His zygomatic bone is wired.

The contour of his head...

Do you know how many men have
suffered broken jaws in their lives?

Thousands upon thousands.

Yeah, but thousands upon
thousands with wired jaws

are not found in the desert...

All right, that's enough.

I am not going to have
our department turned into

a forensic garbage pickup truck
for every unsolved crime in the state.

Now, you tell Lynn Peters to
pack up her clay and go home.

If she makes the 4:30,

the budget director
would be very happy

that he doesn't have to
pay another night's motel bill.

If it's a question of money,
I'll pay the hotel bill, okay?

If you don't tell her, I will.

Oh, boy! Thanks a lot. That's a
great alternative. Really, I mean it.

Quincy, for once in your
life, will you please face it?

I am not giving
you any alternative.

How do you know how
wide to make the nose?

Uh, 25.

Uh, generally,
this nasal aperture

is three-fifths the width of
the fleshy part of the nose.

So, 25. You do your arithmetic.

Am I not keeping
you from your work?

No, no. I just can't tear
myself away from this.

How about the
projection of the nose?

Well, usually... You see
that little nasal spine?

Well, the projection is
three times the length of that.

So...

Dr. Quincy, take a look at how
this is beginning to shape up.

Yeah. My best audience.

I'm afraid the show is over.

Huh? Now, those sound
like Dr. Astin's orders.

They are.

I'm sorry, Lynn. I brought you
all the way out here for nothing.

Oh, well. As you guys
say, "That's show business."

It seems we're the
only ones in the world

who want to find out who he is.

I found out who he isn't.
He isn't David Lockwood.

How do you know that?

I ran a series of
electrophoretic tests

on blood residue
from the bone marrow.

Here's what he
was suffering from.

Sickle cell anemia?

An acute case.

I guess I'll just pack up my tools
and catch the 4:30 back to Oklahoma.

Wait a minute! No,
no. No, no. Lynn.

Don't pack anything. Now,
hold the... Sickle cell anemia?

I thought black people had
a monopoly on that disease.

They usually do. That's why I'm
pretty sure, it is not David Lockwood.

Unless... I know this
is going to sound goofy.

Unless David
Lockwood was passing.

All it proves is that you found
a black man in the desert.

Why won't you accept that David
Lockwood might have been black?

Quincy, what if I were
to come to you and say

that John L. Lewis or Walter
Reuther had sickle cell anemia?

What would you say?

I would say, "Wow! Really?"

Think of the possibilities.

Suppose they were
blackmailing him

because he was trying to pass.

They bleed him for $2.5 million.

He refuses to pay,
then what? They k*ll him.

If that were true, it means
it's definitely a police matter.

But, listen, it's good work.

You see, you don't need
Lynn Peters or anybody.

She is catching the 4:30?

Well, as a matter of fact,
she is still working on the head.

Quincy, I said no alternative.

I assumed when we found out there's
a possibility that he might be black,

that you would change your mind.

Why would that change
my mind about Lynn Peters?

Well, after all the time
and all the money you spent

trying to identify him when we
thought he was white, I mean,

sending for Lynn Peters from
Oklahoma and all that stuff.

If you were suddenly to stop now
that we found out he was black,

it could look like
discrimination, couldn't it?

I've never been accused
of discrimination, never.

You wouldn't want to
start now, would you?

Of course not. Thank you.

I'll use the stairs.

Dr. Quincy.

Forgive me for barging in, but I
knew you wouldn't see me otherwise.

That's true.

I have a couple of
questions to ask you.

Concerning my husband
again? Not only your husband.

This time it concerns
your daughter, too.

Jody? How?

Is it possible, Mrs. Lockwood, that your
husband suffered from sickle cell anemia?

What? No, of course
it isn't possible.

He could have been
a carrier, couldn't he?

As a doctor, how can you
ask such a foolish question?

Black people suffer
from sickle cell anemia.

That's right.

Ninety percent of the people who
suffer from sickle cell anemia are black.

And my husband was a white man.

Are you sure of that?

Doctor, we were
married for 22 years.

That doesn't prove anything.

It proves that whoever
you dug up in the desert

was a black man,
and not my husband.

Maybe your husband didn't
want you to know the truth.

You didn't know David, or
you wouldn't talk like that.

He was the most honest, decent,

most ingenuous man I ever knew.

Those qualities certainly wouldn't prevent
him from being a black man, would they?

Of course not.

Have you ever met any of
his relatives? His parents?

No. Why not?

Because he was
orphaned as an infant.

Then he could have been
black and never told you.

Look, your daughter
is getting married.

I think she should be
tested for sickle cell traits.

I want you to leave my house.

Leaving this house
won't change the fact

that if she's the daughter of
the man I found in the desert,

there is at least a 50% chance

that she'll pass those traits on
to any children she might have.

She has two complete physical checkups
every year. Wouldn't it have shown up?

No, not the disease. There was
no reason for anybody to look.

If she is carrying a single gene,
it could pass on and on and...

Don't you understand? You
can k*ll your grandchildren.

But none of this applies, since
my husband was not a black man.

Good day, Doctor.

For your sake, I
hope you're right.

You're the one who
has to live with it.

Monahan just brought
over a picture of Lockwood.

The one that was distributed
when he was reported missing.

Oh, wait. Don't show it to me,

because I don't want to
be influenced in any way.

Oh, hey, can I
take a look? Sure.

Listen, I think the county got
its money's worth for today.

Why don't we knock off?

Ah, it's still early.

Only for kibitzers.

Just let me position
this other eyeball.

This I want to see.

Is that hard to do?

Critical.

Oh, well, Lynn told me.

You see, eyes are very
characteristic of a person.

So, yeah, they have to
be positioned just right.

Now, you go deep
enough into the socket

so that the outer
point of the cornea

touches an imaginary
straight line from the

superior to the inferior
margins of the orbit.

That's terrific.

Now, I want to find the widest
part of the mouth, where it ends.

So, I go from the
center of the socket there

to the widest part of the chin.

Could you determine the
width of the mouth tomorrow?

I forgot to tell
you... Yes, I can.

Sam thinks this is a sweatshop.

Well, what do you think of it?

Do you see the resemblance?

Sure do.

There's more coming.

Hey, hey! Hi, Quincy.

Don't try the corned beef hash.

Quincy, what a
pleasant surprise.

I haven't seen you in so long,
I thought you ran away again.

Danny. What can I do for you?

Don't serve me the
corned beef hash.

Scotch and water,
hold the water.

Scotch and water...
Hold the water?

One of those days?

One of those weeks, but
things are looking better.

What, are you working on
another one of those tough cases?

I don't know if
it's a case, even.

Come on, talk to Danny.
I love to hear about this.

I'd rather not. I
come here to forget.

You can understand
that, can't you, Danny?

Sure, club owners,
we understand.

Haven't you ever
seen Casablanca?

I mean, selling booze
is just a sideline.

In the news again tonight.

Some new light was shed on
that case today by Jeff Sellers.

He's a young laboratory
assistant from the coroner's office.

He opens his mouth,
I'm going to fire him.

He was interviewed by
roving reporter Jim Winters.

Why this new interest in the
David Lockwood disappearance?

Well, Dr. Quincy of our office
found a skull in the desert.

You're fired,
kid. Jeff, get off.

Kid, I don't care about
your civil service! Get off!

Did you hear what he said?

Her name is Lynn Peters. Oh, no.

And she's a
genius, I'll tell you.

I really don't know if we should
be talking about this on television.

Tell him, honey. Tell
that big mouth, tell him.

I mean, everybody in the world
would like to know the real story,

Give Lynn a skull and
she can take some clay

and sculpt the face
that once belonged to it.

That's amazing.

Yes, it is.

And you think you can produce a
recognizable face when you're finished?

I think so, I hope so.

If not, my trip here from
Oklahoma was not necessary,

Well, welcome to
sunny California, anyway.

Oh, boy, Astin's
going to love that.

That's my boss. Always
worried about the budget.

And I'm telling you, you don't
even know what I'm talking about.

I'm going bananas.

Can you give us any idea now

of who you think that
unidentified skull may belong to?

Don't tell him. Lynn, please
don't tell him. Please, please.

We think that it might
be David Lockwood,

She told him. Didn't
I tell her not to tell?

You heard me tell
her don't tell anyone.

Why'd you tell him?
I told you, Lynn.

Thank you. Thank you.

Miss Lynn Peters,
ladies and gentlemen.

I'm Jim Winters reporting
from downtown Los Angeles.

Oh, turn it off.

Quincy, if that's the case
you're trying to forget, forget it.

I'm gonna need
some help to do that.

Another one. On the
rocks this time, only...

I know, hold the rocks.
John, another one.

Right.

Is he here? In the back.

Took long enough to get here.

I don't think I
should even be here.

Suppose somebody sees me?

We figure you should
be brought up to date

on everything that's happening.

Like we always do
about union business.

I mean, you don't want
any surprises, right?

Sit down.

Did you see that broad who's
working for the coroner on TV?

No, I didn't see her.
But I heard about it.

Well, you're gonna
hear a lot more about her.

What do you mean?

I mean, she finishes that
face, we're all finished.

Look, there's a chance that the skull
she's working on is not Lockwood's.

Wanna bet? Augie.

Hmm? Oh, sorry, boss.

This broad is the only one left
in the world who can expose us.

So Augie's gonna
have to stop her.

How?

The same way we
stopped Lockwood.

You're not gonna k*ll her?
Now, wait a minute, fellas.

We got an election coming
up in a couple of days.

We can't afford
that kind of publicity.

We can't afford Lockwood
to be identified, either.

Besides, who said
anything about k*lling?

I mean, all we're going to do is stop
this broad from finishing Lockwood's puss

before the membership
goes to the polls. No big deal.

We'll just see that she gets laid up
in the hospital for a couple of days,

you know, with a busted arm.

Even Michelangelo himself couldn't
make a statue if his arm was busted, right?

See what I mean?

Yeah, I see.

Success, Sam. I scoured
the city and I found it.

A wig, just like the
one in the picture.

Looks good.

Where's Lynn?

Oh, someone from
the motel called her.

Said she got a telegram.
So she went to pick it up.

Any calls for me? All day.

Yeah? From Astin.

Astin? No Shirley? No
Melanie? No Yetta? No.

Quincy, I've been calling you
all day and you weren't here.

Yeah, Sam was just
telling me about that.

Where were you?

I don't want to tell you,
'cause you'll only get mad, see?

I'm mad now.

Okay, I was out buying a wig.

A wig? Yeah. For that skull.

$149.60?

That's real hair.

You're right. I'm
madder than ever.

That's why I didn't
want to tell you, see?

Dr. Quincy, a Mrs.
Lockwood to see you.

- She's in your office.
- Thanks, John.

Mrs. Lockwood?

Surprised?

Kind of.

I'm not here because of
you. Or myself. Or even David.

I'm here because of my daughter.

I understand.

Do you?

Doctor, what you
found in the desert,

if it did belong to a black man,

would that prove that it
was definitely my husband?

No, it wouldn't.

It would just strengthen my
belief that I was on the right road.

Then all the talk of sickle
cell anemia and black children

could be a false alarm?

Could be.

Thank you, Doctor.
That's all I needed to know.

It could also be very dangerous.
Are you willing to risk it?

Yes, I am. Because I tried.

I tried no less than five times
to breach the subject to Jody.

What stopped you?

I stopped myself.

She's an intelligent young
woman. She'd like to know the truth.

The truth now
wouldn't bother her.

It's the 22 years
of living a lie.

I'm afraid she'd never
forgive me for waiting so long.

What I don't understand
is, why did you wait at all?

You've forgotten, Doctor.
Times have changed.

Not too many years ago,

a young black man didn't have a
chance, no matter how bright he was.

Unless he happened to be
light enough to pass as white.

Is that what David Lockwood did?

Yes, that's what he did.

And once David made
that terrible decision,

his success was assured.

We moved here, he was
accepted immediately.

He moved up quickly.

Too quickly for him ever to go
back, admit that he'd been lying.

Couldn't have been easy.

Two days after Jody was born, there
were headlines of a lynching in the paper.

Angry as that made David,
it was too late to go back.

So he dedicated his life to doing
nothing but good for his people.

For all people.

Don't you think his
daughter should know that?

I don't know. I just know
that I lost my husband.

I can't take a chance
on losing Jody.

Oh, no! No!

A little more forward,
Sam. Come on.

That's it.

Sam,

she is really
terrific, that Lynn.

Hmm.

It's the spitting
image of him, look.

Proving that there's
a 90% chance

that David Lockwood was a
black man who was m*rder*d.

Yeah.

Hello? Oh, Monahan, just
the person I wanted to talk to.

You know how you said it wasn't
David Lockwood that we found?

What?

When?

What hospital?

Yeah. Okay.

What is it, Quince?

They just hurt Lynn. Come on.

Hi. Hi.

Hi. How you feeling?

I'm all right.

Oh, I'm sorry I
got you into this.

I got myself into this,
speaking with my big mouth.

What do you mean?

What I said on television, I
never should have talked about it.

How did it happen?

Well, I got into the elevator with
this very charming gentleman,

and he smiled at me
and he broke my arm.

That's not going to happen
again, I guarantee you that.

I'm gonna call off the
whole investigation.

No! Yes, I am.

Why? Because of this?

Yeah, because of that.

Nobody cares who David Lockwood
is. We're the only ones who care.

Everybody doesn't want to
know. Or do anything not to know.

Yeah, so why should we
continue? Because of an ego trip?

The trip is beginning
to cost too much.

All I want for us now is
a little peace and quiet.

If you wanted peace and quiet,
you should have been a GP.

Look, ever since I got
here, even before I got here,

you were telling me you believe
that there's an unsolved m*rder.

Then I came here. I came
here to help you to solve it.

Now, there is still a
m*rder*r out there.

I know because I got this
b*ating from somebody out there.

So, if you give up now,

that means that you threw in the
towel and I got this b*ating for nothing.

And believe me,

that's a worse price to pay than for any
trip, ego or otherwise that you've taken.

Now I know why they call it
the "great state of Oklahoma."

Better put this back on.

It looks that terrible?

No, it just makes it better.

You called a press
conference here, in an hour?

Yeah, and I can't come to
your office and explain why.

I want the world to see what Lynn did.
Let them judge if it's Lockwood or not.

If you're wrong, I'm
the one who pays.

You know what they say.
"Uneasy lies the crown."

- Look, Astin...
- Hello, Dr. Quincy,

Who is this?

This is Meg Malloy. Could
you get over here right away?

No, I can't. I'm having a
press conference here at noon.

I know.

Aren't you coming over for it?

Maybe you'll find out
nobody has to be there for it.

Uh-huh. I'll be right over.

Sam, I think the waves
are about to break.

Where are you going?

Swimming.

Swimming?

Come on in, close the door.

This is Thomas Brown,
my attorney. Dr. Quincy.

How do you do?

Since you're having
a press conference,

I figured you'd finished
your investigation.

That's right.

Could you give us a kind of a
preview by telling us what you found?

I found David Lockwood.

Positively?

Very little doubt about it.

And that's the announcement
you're going to make, right?

That, and the fact
that he was m*rder*d.

You know, this union's
national elections

are taking place
the end of this week.

Mr. Jarrett and I were talking
about it last time I was here.

You come out with a statement
that Lockwood was m*rder*d,

and I could lose this election.

Why? Did you m*rder him?

Don't get smart with
me. No, I didn't k*ll him.

Sal.

But most of the membership of
this union is going to think that I did.

Even though you're innocent?

That's right.

Because I had the most to
gain by Lockwood's death.

If he'd lived, he would've been
re-elected president of this union

till the cows come home,
that's how popular he was.

And you're not.

Let's just say that some of the
people supporting him are not.

If you're talking about mob support,
maybe he's not fit to hold office.

You are an outsider and
that is none of your business.

You invited me here, remember?

I don't know why exactly.

To suggest that you hold off
announcing Lockwood's m*rder.

Just like that?

Just like that.

No way.

Just a couple of days!

What do you think I am?

Union politics don't determine
when I announce my findings.

I call 'em as I see
'em, when I see 'em.

Let the chips fall
where they may, right?

Chips, union presidents,
whomever and whatever.

That includes medical examiners
from the coroner's office?

What are you going to do, Jarrett?
Break my arm, like you did Lynn Peters'?

No, but I'll try to
twist it a little bit,

but only because
you're forcing me to.

You said you were almost
positive, now that's all I need.

If you make a
premature announcement

and it has an adverse
effect on this union's election,

you better be damn sure that you can
prove it was David Lockwood you found

and that David
Lockwood was m*rder*d.

Otherwise?

This union still has some
powerful friends in this city,

capable of making sure that
Dr. Astin is relieved of his post.

Astin? What's he
got to do with this?

He never should have
allowed you to get this far.

He didn't want me
to. I talked him into it.

Ah.

You couldn't get me off
the case by hurting Lynn,

so you try a new
tack, you go after Astin.

We'll see to it that he never
practices in this state again.

How can you do that?
He's a good, decent man.

Whatever happens to that good,
decent man is not up to us anymore.

It's up to you.

You know, you're
half an hour late.

I had some thinking
to do, I took a walk.

Terrific. Now listen, after seeing
Lynn's work again, I think you're right.

So, tell all, I don't even
mind the money you spent.

Listen, I don't think we can
make a positive identification.

Now, wait a minute.
Where are you coming from?

Are you covering for someone?

Of course not.

Then you tell about your work.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I owe you an apology.

Not because I'm late,
that's bad enough, though,

but because I
brought you here at all.

You have to believe me,
it was an honest mistake.

I thought we had found the
remains of David Lockwood.

I was wrong.

It was Lockwood. It
was Lockwood you found.

I have the proof that David
Lockwood went to Palm Springs.

I can even prove
he was m*rder*d.

Yeah, I loved the union.

But I guess I liked
to gamble even more.

Before I knew it, I'd
stolen all that money

from the union pension fund.

Two and a half million? On what?

Horses, cards, women,
real estate, the market.

Jumping frog
contests, you name it.

You'd be surprised how easy
it is to get rid of all that money.

You finish your story and then
me and the Internal Revenue

wanna know the
name of your bookie.

Well, Dave Lockwood was in
New York on union business.

Jarrett knew all along
that I had taken the money,

he was just waiting
for the right moment.

He said he'd blow the whistle if I
didn't help him become union president.

It was either that, or I'd spend
the rest of my rotten life in some jail.

How did Jarrett say
you could help him?

All I had to do was
call Dave in New York.

Tell him that money was missing,

and that there were rumors
that Dave had stolen it.

And that he'd better take a
flight incognito to Palm Springs

and meet me there
to discuss strategy.

In other words, you
were the finger man.

I was the only one he'd trust.

Did you go to Palm Springs?

No.

Sal said my part in it was
finished after the phone call.

They'd take care of
everything after that.

Like murdering Lockwood.

I didn't think they'd
do that, I swear.

What do you expect
from Jarrett and his g*ons?

They're K*llers. You know that.

Yeah, I guess I did. I
just didn't want to face it.

I was hoping I
could make a deal.

They'd make a deal with
Dave and I'd stay out of jail.

And once they k*lled him, wasn't
any use of my saying anything.

Why are you saying it now?

You can hate yourself
for just so long.

If you're looking for absolution,
you're in the wrong pew.

All I'm looking for is to keep
Sal Jarrett from getting re-elected.

If he gets in again, he and his
mob will break that union for good.

Look, helping form that union is the only
worthwhile thing I ever did in my life.

Come on, Lieutenant.
Let's get out of here

before I start feeling
sorry for myself.

Keep up the good work, Doc.

Yeah, thanks.

Well, we certainly
settled that case.

"We"?

Dr. Quincy.

Jody! What are you doing
here? It's all right, John.

I came to ask you a question.

Ask anything you want.

Where does a girl go to get
tested for sickle cell anemia?

Come in here. I'm gonna
get you the best there is.

What made your
mother change her mind?

Conscience. Fear. Mother
love. Social consciousness.

Your arguments. Pick one.

What's the difference? As long as it
gets done. How do you feel about it?

Haven't you heard?
Black is beautiful.