03x20 - Requiem for the Living

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I've got some
important things to do

with whatever
time is left to me.

No more than 24 hours.

I want you to do an autopsy.

On whom?

On me.

My answer to you right now is,

"No, I'm not gonna
give it to you."

Doctor, you know I have
nothing more to lose.

You and your friend do.

See, I gotta get those guys.

Stay back!

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Would you please
send Mr. DiNardi in?

Doctor. Mr. DiNardi.

Uh, sit down.

Thank you.

Would you... Would
you like some coffee?

No, thank you. Just your
findings, if you don't mind.

Well, they aren't
very favorable.

The air sacs of your lungs,

they're rapidly being
obliterated by scar tissue.

We call it organizing pneumonia.

The other tests confirm it.

Do you know the causes?

No. It could be any
one of a dozen things.

It could even be poison.

What are we gonna do about it?

I've already arranged
for a room at Mount Sinai.

I suggest you go
there right away.

Am I gonna die there, Doctor?

Well, uh...

Thank you very much
for your diagnosis, Doctor.

How much do I owe you?

Oh. We'll bill you later.

My girl handles
that sort of thing.

This should take care of it.

My secretary will
give you a receipt.

As you wish.

I'll send all the reports and
the x-rays to the hospital.

No, don't do that.
Give them to me here.

And cancel the bed.

I... I don't understand.

There are a few important
things I have to do.

With what little
time is left to me,

I don't want to spend
it in a hospital bed.

Mr. DiNardi, there'll
be a steady weakening.

You won't be able
to... How much time

do I have, Doctor?

No more than 24 hours.

Well, as usual, you were right.

That's it. Chronic liver
disease as well as hemolysis.

Do you want to finish off the
report now or wait till Monday?

I don't know, Sam.

On one hand, there's no urgency
and we're late for the poker game.

And on the other?

On the other hand, the
sooner I get to the game,

the more money
I'm going to blow.

I do the report, I cut
down on my losses.

Oh, these agonizing decisions.

Oh, let's finish the
report on Monday.

That's what I figured.

You know something? I
don't feel the least bit guilty.

Got here at 7:00.

It's now after 8:00.
That's 13 hours.

That Astin's getting to be quite
a sl*ve-driver, you know that?

And we fall for
it. We're suckers.

All I've had to eat all day
is a corned beef sandwich.

If you mention it, that
means you feel guilty.

So, let's work till 11:00,
and finish off the report.


feel. Let's go, will you?

Hit it.

Good night, Chuck. Good night.

How are the Lakers
doing? Losing.

I'm gonna play a really tight
game of poker. No cowboy stuff.

I'll believe it when I see it.

Yeah, I get bored if
I'm not in every pot.

Well, you've got a choice.

You either get bored
or you go bankrupt.

I don't know.
Tonight I feel lucky.

I'd like to win some
of Astin's money.

What are we doing here?

Commercial for a battery?

Dr. Quincy?

Come on with me.

Not you. You stay here.

Okay, boss.

You'd like a drink, Doctor?

As a matter of fact, I would.

This okay? Perfect.

Thank you.

My name is DiNardi.

Mmm-hmm.

You recognize me?

Even if I didn't,

there aren't many people who walk
around with a platoon of bodyguards.

I recognize you, too, Doctor.

By reputation.

Some of my best friends
have been sent to you.

Carlo.

When you finish
your drink, Doctor,

I want you to go
back to the lab.

Carlo and I will go with you.

What for?

I want you to do an autopsy.

On whom?

On me.

Mr. DiNardi, I'm
sure you understand.

An autopsy is
performed postmortem.

I mean, you're not dead.

No. But I will be soon.

You forget something, Doc?

Chuck, you won't believe this.

I forgot I had an appointment
with these gentlemen.

Log 'em in, will you.

This is Mr... Gordon.

And Lynch.

That's right.
Mr. Gordon. Mr. Lynch.

Thank you.

Massive fibrosis of the lung.

I'm sorry.

Did Dr. Gold tell you
how it developed?

That's what I
want you to tell me.

In the past day or two,
something got into my system.

I either ate it, drank it,
breathed it, I don't know.

I want you to tell
me which it was.

What it was and
where it happened.

From that I'll be able to
figure out who's responsible.

Who's responsible?

That's right.

Are you saying it was m*rder?

Yes, I am.

How can you be sure?

It could have happened
by accident a dozen ways.

In my business,
there are no accidents.

And if I give you what you want,

and you find out
who is responsible,

you're going to k*ll
them, aren't you?

I'm going to order
them k*lled, yes.

And I'll be an
accessory to m*rder.

Not according to the
law. You'll be acting...

Forget about the
law! The point in fact is

I will be helping you
to k*ll some people!

You'll also be saving lives.

Oh, how's that?

Because, Doctor,
the minute I'm dead,

the people who caused that,

are going to start a bloodbath.

And some of my
friends, my lieutenants,

people who have been loyal
to me, will be slaughtered.

Unless we prevent it.

We?

Now, you're appealing to my
humanitarian instinct, aren't you?

You'd be wise to
look at it that way.

Well, I'm not going
to look at it that way.

My answer to you right now is,

"No, I'm not going
to give it to you."

Doctor, you know I have
nothing more to lose.

You and your friend do.

Four for Danny.

Well, that ruins your straight.

Seven.

Jack and a pair of deuces. Oh!

- Big ace.
- Big ace!

King, possible
straight, fellows.

Possible. Deuces,
what do you do?

All right, I'll bet a dollar.

I'm out.

I raise a dollar for us.

Two to you. I don't
believe you got the straight.

Two to you.

I wonder where our pigeons are.

Sam and Quincy ought to be here
by now. I wonder what's keeping them.

Ah, they're probably on the way.

Well, maybe I should
give them a call.

Yeah, that may
not be a bad idea.

It's probably your fault they're
working late now anyway.

No. Now, that's not true.

Will you finish the hand first?

Oh, all right, I'll call.

Pair of kings.

- What do you got?
- Out.

I've got a pair of sevens.

What do you have?
Uh, two small pair.

Can I phone now?

Go already! Do you believe...

Anybody got a dime?

No, use the house
phone. You could have...

Dee Dee, Danny said
that I could use the phone.

Is that okay?

Sure, any time.

Marked impairment
of respiratory function.

Have you had any
injections this week?

No.

Hold still, please.

Open your mouth, please.

You have a post-nasal drip.

You use a nasal inhaler?

About a month ago. I stopped it.

You think somebody...
A month ago?

You just eliminated
that possibility.

Just let it ring.

Hello? Quincy, good grief.

You should be finished
by now. When are you...

This is Chuck down in the lobby.

Oh, I'm sorry, Chuck. Well,
then Dr. Quincy has left.

- Good. I...
- No,

He's in the lab. Beats me
why he didn't answer the phone.

He hasn't left?
He left for a while.

Then he and Mr. Fujiyama
came back with a couple of guys.

Who? Gordon and Lynch,

They're upstairs. He should
have answered the phone.

Uh, yes, he
certainly should have.

Listen, Chuck. Would
you mind running upstairs,

and remind Dr. Quincy
that he's late for the game?

And, Chuck. Ask him when they
expect to leave and call me back.

I'm at 555-3923.


back to you in a few minutes.

The blood gases, Sam, how long?

Working as fast as I can.

You'd better go even faster
than that, Mr. Fujiyama.

What have you got?

Well, you're moderately hypoxic,

which means you're
going to need oxygen soon.

I want to take
some more x-rays...

Dr. Quincy? Is
everything okay up here?

Dr. Astin called, he's worried
and I must call him right back.

You're not calling anybody.

All right, Carlo. We've
committed ourselves.

Tie him up, put a gag on him.

I'm sure Dr. Quincy has
the right supplies for the job.

Find a small room, lock him up.

If he causes any
trouble whatever, k*ll him.

You wouldn't do that.

Dr. Quincy, I wouldn't
hesitate k*lling this man.

Or Mr. Fujiyama or you.

Now get him out of here
and let's get on with this.

What are you worrying Chuck for?

Yeah, of course
everything is fine.

I told him I'd call you.

Well, there's been
a little complication.

Oh? What complication?

Well, the pyrolysis unit
on the gas chromatograph.

It's fouled up and
so it'll be a while yet.

Well, you better stay and
finish that up, of course.

Wait a minute.
Tomorrow is Saturday.

Nobody has to get up early.

We'll expect you
about 10:00 or 10:30.

What? I'll tell you, I don't
really think so, Dr. Astin.

We won't leave till
then and I'm pretty b*at.

Quincy, come on. We're
talking about a poker game.

I know. I know what
we're talking about it.

All right.

We'll miss the both of
you, but get a good rest.

Thank you.

You handled that
very well, Doctor.

That ought to keep him off
our back for as long as we need.

Or as long as we have.

Two days ago. First, I
thought it was just a cold.

Then it started getting worse.

Then, I went to a doctor.

You should have
taken his advice.

They can make you a lot
more comfortable in a hospital.

Just a bit of trouble breathing.

I don't feel too bad now.

You will in about
an hour. Lie down.

Do I take this off? Yes, please.

Well... Bring it down.

I'll let you set this up.

Here.

This is the first time I ever
had a chest x-ray lying down.

Well, we're even.

It's the first time this
machine had alive patient.

I just slipped
under the wire, huh.

Take a deep breath.

Hold it.

Breathe.

Can I get up now?

You'll be the first person
on this table that ever did.

I want one more.

Boy, I really sympathize with
you, Doctor. You're all torn up.

You're all heart.

You know...

You really are an
accomplice to m*rder.

Only because you're forcing me.

Is that the only reason?
On your right side.

That's the only reason.

I don't think so. I think
you'd do it anyway.

Oh?

Because it's a tough
diagnostic problem

trying to find out what
kind of poison I have.

Where it came
from. It's a challenge.

You're a scientist,
Doctor, a very good one.

You like challenges. You
like digging out the truth

even more than you worry
about the consequences.

I guess that's the way it was with the
scientists who built the atomic b*mb.

Take a deep breath and hold it.

Breathe.

You can get up.

You're an expert
on scientists, huh?

No, I'm just an expert
on people, Doctor.

I size them up pretty well.

That's why I lasted
as long as I did.

First I determine the partial
pressure of the carbon dioxide

and the oxygen in his blood.

And I calculate the
oxygen saturation.

Yeah, but what does
that mean in English?

It'll tell us how fast
Mr. DiNardi is going.

Can't you put a stop to it?

Well, we could slow it
down for a little while.

And then?

We don't have the
equipment for it.

He'd have to go to a hospital.

But you know he won't do it.

How bad will the
last few hours be?

Rough.

You noticed his lips and
the beds of his fingernails?

Yeah. They're
getting a little blue.

Cyanosis. They'll get bluer.

He'll have more and
more trouble breathing

and after a while, he
won't breathe anymore.

I was going to go to college.

Imagine, the only
kid in the block

was going to get an
education out of books.

What kept you from going?

I met a girl whose
father was very influential.

I married into the business.

The American dream,
eh? That's right.

Does your wife know about this?

She d*ed three years ago.

This business you got into,

ever have any regrets?

Well, things being
what they are,

I'm having some right now.

Until today, not too often.

Not too often.

We provide services, Doctor.
No one is forced to buy.

Those that do, pay a fair price.

It's like any other business.

But your services
include gambling

and loan sharking and
prostitution and narcotics.

We stay out of narcotics.

Oh, you're proud of
what you're not into.

Does that mean you're
proud of what you are into?

Oh, I'm not proud.

I'm not ashamed either.

You said you were going
to play poker tonight, Doctor.

A friendly little game.
What's a friendly game?

No check and raise?
You play to win?

Yes. So do we.

Ever go to the races? Yes.

Of course you bet. Yes.

Do you know that 18 cents out of every
dollar you bet goes to the government?

So? You condemn the government?

No. Then don't condemn me.

I'm like the government.

There is one little difference.

What's that?

Everything you do is illegal.

And you do k*ll people.

That is the
bottom line, isn't it?

Let's pick this up later.

Sure.

Did you finish the blood gases?

And a lot more.
P02 is down to 55.

Sputum is completely
negative for bacteria and fungi.

Urine? No heavy metals.

Cytology smears
show no viral bodies.

Serologies are negative.
Preliminary tox studies are clean.

In other words, we've
come up with nothing.

Quince, I don't know
where to go from here.

For starters, why don't
you develop these?

Okay.

Are you going to finish in time?

I don't know.

One of king.

An ace. Ace and a 10.

Ace goes. Yeah.

Um, ace'll better that one.

- Ten folds.
- Bye-bye.

Yeah, I'm out. Wait.

What are you doing? Folding.

I don't believe it!

Ace has packed the bag.

As if we didn't know, right?

What is it with you
guys? Doesn't anyone...

I'll tell you one thing.
Oh, for heaven's sake.

If Quincy were here,

he'd probably stay,
I'd get one quality...

All right, all
right. Fine, fine.

You're playing pretty stupid.

Hey, Astin.

When you play, you set
poker back a hundred years.

Get the ante up.

Well, my mind's not on the game.

It's just wandering.

Yeah, to where,
where does it go?

Quincy. I don't know,
something's wrong.

He's never been too
tired to lose his money.

Well, there's
always a first time.

But, maybe this isn't
it. He set up the game.

I don't know. Maybe
he's home with the flu.

You know, there's an epidemic
going on. Everybody got the...

He didn't mention the flu. He...

Yeah, Sam would be here.

I don't know. I think there's
something strange going on.

I can't put my finger on it.

Maybe he's home asleep by
now. Will you play the game?

One dollar. Are you in?

What do you see, Sam?

There aren't any
new infiltrates.

The old ones are getting
more radio opaque.

You mean, you haven't
found anything yet?

There's only one way,
Sam. We need some tissue.

A lung biopsy? That's it.

Quince, we don't
have the equipment.

We have a spinal
tap needle, a syringe.

That could be awfully dangerous.

He can get a pneumothorax.

What's it gonna do? k*ll me?

Take your biopsy, Doctor.
Only use a local anesthetic.

I don't want to go under.

Do we have any Lidocaine?

I'm sure we do.

I'm at your disposal.

Take two or three minutes for the
Lidocaine to anesthetize the area.

You can get up now.

So we have some time, now, huh?

Is it true, Doctor, that
when a man is dying,

he has a great need to talk?

He wants to justify his life.

No, no, no. I told you before.

I don't have any
regrets. None. No.

Except, of course, what I put
you and Mr. Fujiyama through.

Of course you understand.

No, I don't
understand you at all.

You're a very intelligent man.

You could have
done a lot of good.

Most people in this world
don't do much good at all.

People in your world.

I'm talking about
people in any world.

You deal with the dead, Quincy.

Ideal with the living.

Corrupt ones.

People who have a price.

Everybody's got a price.

Believe it. You've got a price.

Is that right?

It's not money,
I'm sure of that.

Thank you. What is it?

His life.

And the challenge to
find out what's k*lling me.

Even though you know
you're an accomplice to m*rder.

What about you?
Do you have a price?

Yes, Doctor, I have.

Loyalty to my friends.

Lie down on your side,
please. Your left side.

Yeah.

I didn't tell you, Doc.

I have a little daughter.
Nine years old, she's beautiful.

You know what she wants
to be when she grows up?

A doctor.

Now, you're gonna feel a lot of
pressure. Take a deep breath.

Hold it.

Try nickel, will you, Sam?

That's it. With the
carbonyl peak we got

from the infrared
spectrometer confirms it.

No doubt about it,
Sam. It's nickel carbonyl.

Doctor, what is that?

It's an industrial waste.

A bi-product of nickel smelting.

It's colorless, it's
odorless and it's deadly.

You must have inhaled it.

Which means I must
have been indoors.

And alone. They singled you out.

Otherwise, there
would've been an epidemic.

Now, during the
past couple of days,

you must've been alone sometime.

- Yes.
- Where?

A number of places, Doctor.

And you're going
to go to all of them.

Oh, now, look...

Now, obviously I
can't go with you.

But Carlo will go with you.

He knows every place I've been.

I want you to check
out everything.

All the air vents,
the heat ducts...

You know better than I.
Find something, Doctor.

I can't guarantee that.

You'd better.

And if you come
back empty-handed,

and if I have any
reason at all to doubt you,

any reason,

this man dies.

Just he and his
daughter live here?

And a lot of protection.

Protection from what?

He's always afraid somebody's
gonna snatch his kid.

He had the same
problem with his wife.

Guess you have to expect
that in his line of work.

What did his wife die from?

She drank herself to death.

She was a nice lady.

Even though her father was
a don, she just couldn't take it.

What do you say, Mike?

Where's Mr. DiNardi?

He'll be here later.
Say hello to Dr. Quincy.

Mr. DiNardi wants us to take
care of something for him, okay?

Now, this was the
only room he was alone.

Except for the bathroom.

Well, I see at least four
vents. I need a screwdriver.

You got it.

Daddy, I... Oh!

Oh, you must be
Mr. DiNardi's daughter.

Lisa. I heard voices,

and I thought it was my father.

Are you one of his friends?

I know him.

Do you know when
he's coming home?

Soon.

I hope so.

He usually lets me
get a piece of candy.

Go ahead.

I hope he gets home in time

to drive me to
school in the morning.

Sometimes he doesn't.

What's your name?

Quincy.

It's very nice to meet you.

It's my pleasure.

Hey!

Hi, Uncle Carlo.

What are you doing
out of bed, huh?

Can I stay up for a while?

Oh, look at you. You can
hardly keep your eyes open.

But I'm not sleepy.

We got our report cards today.

How'd you do?

All A's.

Ooh!

Oh, that's terrific.

Hey, listen, I'll show this to
your daddy in the morning, okay?

Now, say good night.

Okay. Good night, Mr. Quincy.

Good night, sweetheart.

Oh, boy, you're
getting big and heavy.

Good night. Good
night, sweetheart.

DiNardi said she was beautiful.

He was telling the truth.

He always does.

Does he always
take her to school?

Yeah, when he's home.

He really loves that
kid, you know that.

He tries to behave
like an ordinary citizen.

The car we came in,
is that what he uses?

No, he's got a station
wagon. It's in the garage.

Does he drive the station
wagon any other time?

Look, Doc, I know what
you're getting at. Forget it.

Whenever he's home, he takes her
back and forth to school in that car.

With an escort.

Any other time, I take
him around in a limo

with a car in front
and one in back.

Now, look, there's
nothing wrong with Lisa.

She's a healthy girl. And
nothing's k*lling me, right?

Takes care of that.

Will you be able to
do anything for him?

I don't think so.

What are you doing
with that chair?

Well, I have to get
up to the vent, don't I?

Hey, that's a genuine antique.

Do you wanna give me a boost?

You know how much this man
contributes to medical research,

to telethons, to charity, huh?

What do you doctors do?
Go south with that money?

I think you're all
a bunch of thieves.

I wish I could do
something for you.

How long you've
worked for Quincy?

Four years.

You like him?

Very much.

He's a good guy.

Under different circumstances,

we might even become friends.

Look, Mr. DiNardi,
you shouldn't talk.

Well, there's not much
else I can do, is there?

Careful.

Yes?

Carlo.

We're almost finished
at the house here, Vince.

He's gonna check
out the bathroom now.

Has he found anything yet?

Well, he won't know
until we're back at the lab.

Of course.

All right. Hurry up and finish

and get over to the restaurant.

It's not getting any better.

What are you
trying to help me for?

I might have to k*ll you.

Carlo. Come in, come in.

Mike, set up the
best table in the house

for Mr. Russo and his friend.

We're not hungry. We're
just gonna look around.

Sure, Carlo, sure.

They never stop
talking, these guys.

Well, this is it. This is
where we ate yesterday.

Yeah. With a lot of other diners

and waiters and busboys.

No, whatever it is that's
k*lling him, he didn't get it here.

What, are you crazy?
You think I let him eat here?

Come on.

This is it.

This is his private dining room.

Nobody can reach him here.

See that, Doc?

That's closed-circuit
television.

He can watch everybody
coming in and out of the joint.

That's how he's
been living, huh?

What do you mean?

Scared. Afraid for his first
wife when she was alive.

Now it's his daughter.

Turned his house
into a fortress.

Not much of a life, is it?

Hey, don't knock it.

He's a very important
man. He has to be protected.

You think the President of
United States eats in a cafeteria?

You know, you made your point.

The door's the only
opening in this room.

There are no gas vents.

That fan only
re-circulates the air,

doesn't bring any fresh in, no.

No, the thing that's k*lling
him, didn't get it here either.

That's it?

That's all the examination
there is? Huh? Are you sure?

I'm sure.

You better be.

You don't understand,

I gotta get those guys.

Revenge, it's gotta be mine.

Come back here! Come
on, come back here.

Mr. DiNardi, it's
right down the hall.

I can have the oxygen
here in two minutes.

In two minutes, you'll
be out of this building,

making a phone call.

I promise I won't do either one.

I believe you. But you
gotta stay right here.

It will help you. The
oxygen will keep you alive

for a few more hours. Maybe...

You're gonna stay right here.

That's it. How many more places?

I'll let you know in a minute.

Hello. This is Carlo.
Let me talk to him.

Yes.

Vince.

We just checked the air
conditioner in your office.

You want us to come in?

Yeah.

No.

No, there's... There's
one more place.

Okay, where?

Irene's.

Irene?

Oh, come on, Vince.
You gotta be kidding.

You don't think she had
anything to do with it, do you?

I know, I know, it's...

All right, Vince. I'm
sorry. You're right.

Absolutely right.

Yeah, we'll be in
as soon as we can.

All right.

Right.

We have one more
place to go. Where's that?

DiNardi's girlfriend, Irene.

He was there a
couple of nights ago.

As a matter of
fact, I better call her,

tell her we're on our way up.

I'll only be a minute. Why
don't you wait in the car?

Don't you think I
might run away?

I'd bet your friend's
life you won't.

Not exactly the Waldorf, is it?

DiNardi wanted her to move,

but she's been here a long
time. She's used to the place.

Carlo. Come in.

Irene, this is Dr. Quincy.

How do you do?

Doctor.

Carlo, you said you
were coming here,

but you didn't say what for.

Is it Vince?

He was here the
night before last.

Listen, was he
alone at any time?

Carlo, what are
you talking about?

What are these riddles?

What's happened?

He's been poisoned. He's dying.

He's dying?

You all right?

I'm all right. Yes,
yes, I'm all right.

Carlo, I want to see him.

You can't, Irene. Don't
ask me why. It's a long story.

Please. Just for a little while.

I can't.

How long does he have, Doctor?

Maybe a few hours. Can't tell.

Hours?

Hours.

Oh, it hurts.

I didn't think it would.

We had some good years.

Two wonderful years.

You know what
it was like, Carlo.

Sure, honey.

Vincent DiNardi.

I knew from the
beginning who he was.

What he did.

First I was even
a little scared.

All the talk about
how violent he was.

Never with me.

He was always so gentle.

So considerate.

But I knew this was
going to happen.

You knew he would be k*lled?

Someday by somebody.

He knew it, too.

He knew it was
just a matter of time.

You say he was poisoned?

He inhaled the poison.

Inhaled?

Yes.

Carlo...

You didn't come here
to tell me he was dying.

You came here because you
thought I had something to do with it!

No, I didn't.

That's why you asked
me if he was alone.

Isn't it? Isn't it?

I didn't. Listen.

Vince wants us to check
every place where he's been.

Including this one?

Maybe... Maybe you
stepped out for a minute

to go to a store, somebody
pumped in that stuff.

I didn't step out.

I was with him from
the minute he came

until the minute he
left in the morning.

Look, sweetheart, we
gotta check it out anyway.

Come on, Doc.

I'm sorry. I really am.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have gotten angry.

Well, maybe you had a right.

No, I didn't. I should
have known better.

Poor Vince.

I can't blame him
for suspecting me.

I told you, he doesn't.

He had to suspect everybody.

All the time.

It's the only way he
stayed alive this long.

Come on, guys, ante up, will
you? Let's get the game going.

All right, all right.
I'm following.

Wish Quincy were here.

So do I.

Well, he had to work
on that darn machine,

that gas chromatograph.

The what?

You know, that's funny.

I wonder if he was
trying to signal me.

Give me some kind of a
message and I missed it.

What kind of a signal?

Well, this...

Gas chromatograph?

Monahan, gentlemen, listen.

I'm really worried.

Quincy said he had
to stay in the lab,

because the unit
wasn't working properly.

So, that couldn't happen?

It did happen.

There isn't any gas
chromatograph in the lab.

It was taken out for repairs,

and it won't be
back till Monday.

Hey, the guard at the desk...

Chuck.

Didn't he tell you that
Quincy and Sam left

and then came back with
a couple of other guys?

I didn't recognize their names.

Let's give him a call.

All right.

John, the phone, please.

Here you are, Doctor.

Chuck doesn't answer.

Well, could he be somewhere
else in the building?

He shouldn't be.

Let's go.

That's it.

You found nothing? Nope.

But you've been to
every place I was at.

I mean, you must
have found something.

These are the results.
There's no nickel carbonyl.

Carlo...

Vince, I was with him
all the time. Honest.

I'm no doctor, but I think
he was playing it straight.

Do something for him,
will you? Get him oxygen.

I'll go with him, Vince.

I have a confession
to make to you, Doctor.

I... When I said I
had no regrets, I lied.

My wife,

and this is my little girl's.

Straight A's, hey?

I regret not being around

when she grows up.

Did you see...
Did you see Irene?

Yes.

Is she all right? Yes.

Did you tell her? Mmm-hmm.

How'd... How'd she take it?

She tried to be very brave.

She's a good girl.

I should've... I should've made
an honest woman out of her.

She'll be...
She'll be all right.

You know, the
apartment she lives,

I bought the whole building
for her. It's a new building.

She lives in a new building?

Yeah.



What do you... You were there.

I knew that the
apartment and the decor

didn't go with the nightdress.

Carlo didn't take
me to 421 Frank.

He took me to an old building.

Maybe he was afraid
of what I might find.

Carlo and Irene?

What are you telling me?

What he's trying
to tell you, Vince,

is she set you up and
I knocked you down.

Carlo?

Why are you so surprised?

You did it yourself.

You were marked
dead six months ago.

I tried to stop them as
long as I could, but I...

Who's them?

Pete, Charlie,
Frank, all your boys.

You walk around like Mr. Clean.

No dope, no g*n-running.

You let the Gordon
family run all over us.

You got it here, Vince,
but you lost it here.

The minute I tell Pete and
the boys that you're dead,

they wipe the Gordon
family out, like that.

I like you, Vince.
You know that.

We've been together a long time.

But the business was going
downhill and you did nothing to stop it.

Who is it?

Police.

Dr. Quincy.

May we come in?

Of course.

Now, this is your
proper setting.

Too bad you're gonna
have to give it up.

DiNardi is dead.

And Carlo?

He's dead, too.

But he told all before
DiNardi k*lled him.

Did he tell you
that I loved Vince?

Really loved him.

Do you think I had a choice?

They told me Vince
was a dead man anyway.

Why didn't you warn him?

They were going to take
everything away from me.

I'd been poor for
such a long time.

Not as poor as you are now.

Brill.

It's raining, ma'am. You're
gonna need your coat.

It's on the chair. I was
just leaving anyway.

Carlo wanted to be a
giant, but he came up short.

She didn't want to give up
anything, she ended up with nothing.

DiNardi spent the
last few hours of his life

searching for the truth,
and when he found it,

it made no sense to him at all.

And you think you
were a loser last night?