All language subtitles for Quincy, M.E S03E01 (No Deadly Secret)

In my building, there
are no incompetents.

Quincy, we can't find the body.

Tell you, this is important.

What's the difference
whether they misplace or they...

What do you mean,
you can't find the body?

According to the log
book, no body was taken in.

It's not there, in
black and white.

But I kissed him goodbye
at the door this morning.

But he died in
my arms last night.

The Carl Hopwood case,
if it ever existed, is closed.

A good friend of mine was
murdered. His body was stolen.

I would like that to
come out in the open.

Now who's putting the pressure
on you, the government?

Ah, no! No more champagne.

When are we going to eat?

Oh, you don't
want to rush dinner.

At 3:00 in the morning?

Hmm?

I've had four glasses
of champagne.

I'm going to fall asleep.

No, you're not
going to fall asleep.

Besides, the caterers said I need
another eight minutes for the goulash.

Why didn't you have me cook?
You know what a great cook I am.

Yeah, but I wanted
to surprise you.

Surprise me faster, huh?

I've flown from Athens to LA. I
mean, I've lost a day somewhere.

I'm so hungry.

Okay, I'll get you the shrimp.

Al right.

1 go for Snow White,
I end up with Sleepy.

Cheers.

Carl.

Oh, my.

I'm going to get you some blood.

Hey, Doc, you're bringing
in your own material?

I want to post him right away.

Log him in and give
me a hand will you?

Yeah. John Doe?

No, his name is
Carl Philip Hopwood.

Carl with a C?

Carl with a C.

You clean, Tom Tom?

I ain't touched the
stuff in six months, Doc.

You telling me you kicked it?

Well, I ain't exactly
saying I kicked it.

What they pay me around
here, I can't hardly afford it.

Got no wallet, no ID.

I mean, this guy ain't even
got no M&M'S in his pocket.

Careful how you handle
that stuff, will you, Tom Tom?

The police will want
the physical evidence.

He got no shoes, no
socks, no underwear.

Homicide.

I know they kill you
for a pair of shoes.

I didn't think they'd do it
for a pair of undershorts.

How old is the guy?

Carl was 46... Yeah, 46.

Went to his 40th birthday.
I also went to his wedding.

This guy's a friend of yours?

Yeah.

I'm sorry.

I've got to... I've got
to get back to the desk.

Okay.

- Carl Philip Hopwood.
- Age 46 years and 5 months.

White male. Well-developed,
well-nourished.

The body shows severe
bruises of the abdomen.

Examination of the extremities

shows a superficial
laceration of the right wrist

with a small avulsion
of skin and fat

measuring approximately
0.5 centimeters.

Fresh laceration?

Must have got that at the boat.

There are multiple
recent bruises...

and opening the rib cage...

both arms with areas of
hemorrhage beneath the pleura.

The abdominal cavity contains approximately
1200 CCs of liquid and clotted blood.

The organs occupy the normal
relationships to one another.

The heart is of normal
weight, size and configuration.

The valves and coronary arteries are
unremarkable. There is no fibrosis noted.

There are a few
sub-epicardial hemorrhages.

The kidneys, ureters,
bladder are unremarkable.

The small intestine show numerous
hemorrhages within the wall

and the appearance of contusions
with intramural hematomas.

You all done, Doc?

Yeah.

Tom Tom, make sure these
tissue and blood and fluid samples

go down to the lab
before you knock off.

Al right.

What's the cause of death, Doc?

The disease of the 20th
century, human cruelty.

Stomped?

Almost as bad. The beating
caused internal hemorrhaging.

He drowned in his own blood.

Lieutenant Monahan, please.

Oh, well, this is Dr. Quincy
from the Coroner's Office.

Would you leave word that I
have a possible homicide here?

The victim's name is
Carl Philip Hopwood.

Have the Lieutenant
call me when he comes in.

The results of the test should
be in by then. Thank you.

You going back to
the boat now, Doc?

No.

Carl was a musician, you know.

No kidding. Yeah.

Oh, he was an amateur.

He played viola
in a string quartet.

He was a scientist.
He was a fine scientist.

Hey, Doc, you know something?

You're the only guy who bothers to
cover up the bodies after you're through.

Well, you've got to
preserve a little dignity.

Good morning.

What happened with that gorgeous
stewardess of yours last night?

Oh, you're not going
to believe this, Sam.

Cost me $65 for
a catered dinner.

That's without the imported champagne.
I wanted to keep her away from the food.

I mean, she can make
poison out of fresh vegetables.

I was in charge of the food.

She fell asleep before
the shrimp cocktail.

Did you sleep here all night?

Holy mackerel.

Oh, I forgot.

What time is it?

Oh, it's 7:35.

Did the Hopwood results
come in from Toxicology?

Hopwood? Yeah.

Carl Hopwood, a friend of mine.

I think he was beaten up.
Brought his body in this morning.

It's not here.

Are you sure you sent
them up to Toxicology?

Of course I'm
sure I sent them up.

I'll double check with them.

Well, they got to be there.

Doctor, we don't have them.

What do you mean
you don't have them?

The blood samples? No.

The tissue samples? No.

The man's spleen? No.

Not even one lousy slide? No.

Maybe the results were misfiled.

How did you spell
that name again?

Hopwood! How many ways are
there to spell it? H-0-I-wood! Hopwood!

Hopwood.

Yeah.

They weren't brought down.

What do you mean, "They
weren't brought down"?

Listen, isn't it possible
you made a mistake?

Dr. Quincy, I am a scientist.

I am a scientist, too. I make
a thousand mistakes a day.

I can believe that.

Oh, why don't you just
admit it? You plain lost it.

I resent that. You resent?

You want to know
what I feel? Excuse me.

Okay, Sam, we better bring the body
back up, make up some more samples.

Right.

I'm being ridiculous?

I'm being ridiculous?
Some incompetent

downstairs loses tubes,
slides, tissue samples.

Not to mention a human
spleen and I'm being ridiculous!

Just watch your language.

In my building, we
are all professionals.

Quincy... Sam, will
you please cut it out?

Just let's have a little
respect for the staff.

Sam, excuse us, please.

Now, Dr. Quincy,
how dare you assume

that in this department
such materials could be lost?

You know as well as I do, they
have been misnumbered, misfiled.

In my building, there
are no incompetents.

Quincy, we can't find the body.

Tell you, this is important.

What's the difference
whether they misplace or they...

What do you mean,
you can't find the body?

We've looked all through the
building. We can't find the body.

Now, wait... Now wait a minute.

Now, Sam, where
on earth did we put it?

It has to be
misnumbered or misfiled.

I don't think so.

I've had everyone
looking for it.

We've gone through
the whole inventory.

Sam, you don't
mean you lost a body.

You mean, you
can't find it, right?

What's more, we can't find his clothes
or the property bag he should have had.

Well, I don't believe this
morning. What time is it?

No, no, this can't be happening.

I'm going out of my mind,
that's all. I'm just going crazy.

Brought a body in
here this morning.

I performed an
autopsy myself and

suddenly the organs were gone
and his blood samples were gone.

Now you tell me you've lost his clothes,
then you tell me you've lost every...

Oh, Quincy. Oh.

Another sharpshooter
I've got to listen to.

Listen, I got your
message about the death

of Carl Philip
Hopwood or Hopewood?

Hopwood. Do you have the record?

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah. The dispatcher took the
message at 4:00 this morning.

Said you had a
felony murder victim.

Where is he?

What's going on here?

Carl Philip Hopwood.
That's his name, isn't it?

Let me see that.

At least I'm not crazy. It's misspelled,
but there it is, Carl Philip Hopwood.

What's going on here?

Well, let me tell you...

Now, let's keep
this in the family.

Well, make me a Dutch uncle.

Okay, uncle.

It seems we're short a body.

Oh, good grief.

Nothing, Lieutenant. No signs of a
struggle, no signs of discarded clothing.

All the cars in the parking
lot have been identified

and most of the owners
located. No stray cars anywhere.

No witnesses who can
recall hearing anything

that might have
been an altercation.

All right, Brill. Look, send
all the uniformed men back.

And maybe you better
check some of the neighbors

further on down the line.

Yes, sir.

I don't care what he says.

There was a car, the front door
was open and the lights were on.

The car the victim came in?

I guess so. What do
you mean, you guess so?

Well, maybe he came with them
and then he busted loose from them.

Yeah, but you said you looked in
the car and nobody else was in there.

I took a quick look.
You took a quick look?

But if he was beaten so bad up
there, how did he get down here?

I don't know.

You don't know. You don't
know how the car got there,

you don't know this,
you don't know that.

We've combed the
entire area, nothing.

I'm telling you there was
a car, his car, their car.

Wait a minute. Who is they?

They're the guys
who beat him to death.

You mean he died here?

How many times
do I have to tell you?

I put him in the wagon and I drove
him to the Marina Mercy Hospital.

Okay, then someone
must have reported it there.

Maybe one of the attendants.

There was no attendant?

He died in the car. So I pulled
out and drove to the morgue.

Wait a minute. You mean
to tell me nobody saw him?

Hey, wait a minute, Lieutenant.

Somebody did see him. Tom Tom.

Tom Tom logged him in.

Tom Tom? Thomas Thomason.

He's the night
man at the morgue.

He's a little flakey
kid, but he's reliable.

Tom Tom logged him in!

Good morning, everyone!

Wasn't it a lousy night?
I had such dreams.

So did he. Nightmares.

I'll meet you down
at the morgue, okay?

Hi, honey. Listen, I got to meet
the Lieutenant down at the morgue.

Could you have breakfast alone,
then I'll come back for lunch?

Darling, I'm going to be having lunch at
38,000 feet somewhere over the Pacific.

That's right, I
forgot all about...

Then why did you put
on your bathing suit?

To get a little sun.

Oh, I can't. Listen.

It was a nice night,
last night, wasn't it?

Oh, it was terrific.

Did I have a good time?

Are you kidding? All
that laughing and...

Oh, yeah? Yeah.

Then we got to
do it again, right?

Okay. Have a nice trip, okay?

Okay.

Quince.

I'm going to bring you back a
recipe for a terrific Japanese specialty.

In the same bikini.

Nothing. I don't believe it!

You know, that's all
you do. That's all you do,

you say "I don't believe
it. I don't believe it!"

That's not very helpful.

Frankly, I find it
difficult to believe it.

According to the log
book, no body was taken in.

It's not there, in
black and white.

And we have no tape regarding
a post on Carl Hopwood.

Maybe I was talking
into an empty tape deck.

I checked. There was a
full, fresh tape in the deck.

Oh, there's a
full deck all right

and I know who's
not playing with it.

No, no, that's not
very helpful either.

Well, I guess the
next step is up to me.

The next logical thing
to do is to ask Tom Tom.

We've been trying to reach
him, he's got two days off.

He doesn't have a phone. I
mean, not a phone in his name.

It's one of those phones where
you call and leave a message.

Answering service?

No, a friend with a phone.

I don't think Thomason has a phone or
an address. Does he have an apartment?

Well, he sort of lives around.

Oh, one of those?

We'll ask him when
he comes back.

No, we're going
to talk to him now.

We have an address,
we're going to check it out.

We haven't got time...

The man has been murdered.
Doesn't that pique your curiosity?

Listen, there's lots of
murders that pique my curiosity.

Like bodies, suspects and
all kinds of goodies like that.

- Monahan.
- What?

Sam.

I'm not going crazy.

Or am I?

I wonder who their decorator is?

The same guy who
did your headquarters.

Excuse me, would you know
where I could find Tom Tom?

Never tried that.

Communication problem.

Fuzz.

Your disguise doesn't
seem to be working.

Hi.

Well, we got to start somewhere.

You kids know a
fellow named Tom Tom?

I don't know
anybody by that name.

Used to know a kid named
Bongo. That was at Berkeley.

Look, I'm not a cop
and this is not a beef.

Yeah, well, I have to level with you,
he is a cop. But honest, there is no beef.

I'm a doctor and Tom
Tom works for me.

See, I need to get
in touch with him.

Well, why don't you write a
note and put it up on our wall?

Oh, boy.

He'll find it.

Do you have any idea
where he might be?

I don't even know
who he might be.

Or what he might be.

Kids, this is very important.

Look, if Tom Tom shows up,
tell him I was here, will you?

I'll leave him my card right
here in the cereal box. Okay?

Thank you, kids.

Hope they don't eat it.

What now?

We're going to
visit Mrs. Hopwood.

So, I guess you saw
Carl and he told you?

Told me what?

You didn't know?

Carl and I are separated.

No, I didn't know.
When did this happen?

18 months ago.

I know you thought we
were the ideal couple.

I still do.

That's what I once thought.

And believed.

What happened?

Oh, now, let's see. Which
answer do you want?

The one I gave the shrink,

the one I gave the
marriage counselor,

or the one I gave
all my friends?

Okay, the truth.

Truth is I don't know.

Something happened to Carl.

He left the university to
do some research work,

work that he was very
excited about, at first.

And then as he got more
and more involved in it, he...

He became morose, he
started to complain all the time.

About the amount
or the kind? The kind.

What was it?

He said he couldn't
tell me about it.

Did it have anything
to do with the Army?

Oh, no.

No. Carl wanted nothing
more to do with the military.

As a matter of fact, he even
resigned his reserve commission.

You're kidding.

See, I don't
understand it myself.

And then he

started to hate
everything my life stood for.

Well, you know,
I'm an Army brat.

And obviously it led to fights.

Then what?

And then...

Then it finally got so
bad that he moved out.

I'm sorry.

Quince, you can't imagine
the parade of ladies.

Oh, I happened
to see one of them.

One of those intellectual
liberal types, you know.

No bra and a lot of
unsupported opinions to match.

Oh, poor Chris.

You've been hit with
everything but the kitchen sink

since I last saw you.

I don't know, sometimes...

Sometimes I think,
maybe it was my fault.

I do miss him.

Would you tell him that
for me when you see him?

You will be seeing him?

What? Carl.

You will be seeing him.

Oh, sure, sure. I'm going to see
him and I'm going to tell him, too.

I'm going to see you a
lot more often, too, okay?

Sure.

See the tiny crystals? Mmm-hmm.

Okay, now you see...

They're so specific, you don't
even have to do a chemical analysis.

The body forms them around
every single particle of asbestos.

Take another look. Okay.

Like pearls in oysters?

Yeah, if you want to
get unscientific, why not?

Quince.

Excuse me. Look at
the other slide. Okay.

Yeah.

Oh, Quince. Monahan.

I'm over at Tom Tom's.
He finally showed up.

He did! That's terrific!

You won't think so.

Looks like he OD'd on some drug.

He's dead.

He died of what appears
to be cardiac arrhythmia.

He was snorting coke.

Cocaine can cause
a heart attack.

He had no evidence
of a heart problem.

His arteries were clear,
the valve was normal.

There was no scar tissue.

A perfectly healthy, normal
heart for any 26-year-old male.

You know cocaine can
cause a heart attack.

Yes, it can. Especially if it's been
salted with a pinch of potassium cyanide.

Wait a minute, are you saying
the cocaine was contaminated?

He was poisoned. He
was murdered, Lieutenant.

All right, so he was poisoned.

So someone gave
him a hot shot of coke.

Now I got a body, now I got a
murder. Now I can go to work.

What about Hopwood?

Quincy, he has a body.
Therefore he has a murder.

He can go to work. With Carl
Hopwood, we have nothing.

So I don't ever want to hear his name
mentioned around here again, right?

Right.

Well, I can't promise
you guys that.

Now, Quincy, listen...
I'm telling you that I can't.

Quincy.

You worry me.

You're becoming a
bit paranoid. Now...

You're working hard.

You've had a disappointment
with a stewardess.

Listen, life can be fun.

But I suggest that you may
consider some therapy one day, soon.

So...

Yes?

I'm Dr. Quincy. A
friend of Carl Hopwood.

Oh, well, come in, come
in. I was just fixing a cake.

Come in, please. I have
to get this in the oven.

Can I get you a cup of
coffee? No, no, thank you.

Miss...

Ross. Stella.

Did Carl ever mention me?

No, I don't think
so. Quincy, right?

Yeah.

No, I'm sure he didn't.

Well, it's been quite a while.

What kind of a doctor are you?

I'm with the Coroner's Office.

This isn't a
social visit, is it?

I'm afraid not.

Is it Carl? What's happened?

He's dead.

Carl. Oh, no.

I'm sorry.

It can't be.

I warned him.

You warned him?

This morning. Yes.

It was in his horoscope.
He said I was silly.

This morning?

Yes, I begged
him. It said danger.

I told him to stay home today.

You're talking about
yesterday morning?

I mean this morning. Why
would I mean yesterday?

Because he died in
my arms last night.

But I kissed him goodbye
at the door this morning.

Then we can't be talking
about the same person.

Carl, Carl Hopwood.

I gave him breakfast this
morning. Right here at this table.

Bacon, coffee, eggs,
the same as always.

This Carl Hopwood?

My Carl.

What are you trying to pull?

You're part of this crazy
conspiracy, aren't you?

What am I trying to pull?

You come into my house
and tell me Carl is dead.

I'm going to find
out what's going on.

Get out.

Oh, you bet I'll go.

I'm going to go where he
works. This Carl Hopwood.

Get out! Before
I call the police.

You have a Carl
Hopwood working here?

Yeah.

He didn't come to work
this morning, did he?

Oh, sure.

He did?

Yeah, in fact he forgot
his keys this morning.

I had to open
his locker for him.

I'm Dr. Quincy. I'm with
the Coroner's Office.

Can I see him, please?

Hey, Mr. Hopwood.

There's a Dr. Quincy
here to see you.

Right.

Coroner's Office?

It's like getting a
telegram. Bad news.

Yes, Fred.

There's a Dr. Quincy
here to see you.

What can I do for you?

Do I know you?

No, and I don't know
you. What's your name?

Carl Hopwood.

Well, I'd like it to be Cary Grant,
but it's not. It's Carl Hopwood.

Come on, mister.

Look, here's my
driver's license.

This is my plant
ID, you see that?

Oh, you phony. What
are you trying to pull here?

Get your hands off me.

We don't want any
trouble around here.

You haven't heard the
end of this. I'll be back.

We'll be waiting
for you. With a net!

You keep harassing this woman. I hope
you're not taking me on a wild goose chase.

You said you wanted poof
of a conspiracy, didn't you?

That's what I'm going to
give you. Tangible proof.

Yes?

You said you wanted the
police. Lieutenant Monahan.

You don't mind if we
come in for a moment?

Do I have a choice?

What made you think you
were going to get away with it?

Get away with what?

Passing off that phony as
the guy we were talking about.

How do you let this man walk
the streets without a keeper?

Oh, we throw him a piece of raw meat
every once in a while to make him happy.

Well, it must be way
past his feeding time.

Oh, you're both very cute.

Evidently, you don't
realize the trouble you're in.

You're an accomplice
to a cover-up of a murder.

Will you tell me
who's been murdered?

Stop being cute.

Gentlemen, meet your corpse.

You again.

Darling, this is
Lieutenant Monahan.

Lieutenant Monahan,
meet Carl Hopwood.

How do you do?

Lieutenant, there's
a picture on the shelf.

Will you show that fraud
the real Carl Hopwood?

Why do you need
this information?

I can't tell you right now, but it
could be a terrific story for you.

I don't like to tap my
sources when I'm blind.

Trust me, will you, Max? You're a newspaper
man. You can get into places I can't.

Hey, you owe me.

I owe you?

You don't?

All right, give me the details.

He was a friend of mine.
Carl Philip Hopwood.

How do you spell that?

I don't believe this.

How many ways are
there to spell Hopwood?

H-0-I-wood, Hopwood.

Hopwood.

He's a chemist. Lot
of years in the Army.

He was doing some secret
research for Forsythe Laboratories.

About what?

That's what I'd
like you to find out.

Suppose it's
classified information?

If it's classified information, you'll
tell me it's classified information.

I'll call the New York
Times and they'll tell me.

Very funny. I'll call
you if I find anything.

Thank you, Max.

You really lose a body?

You wanted to see me, sir?

There have been complaints
that you're trying to get

classified information to
which you're not entitled.

Oh, I asked a friend
for a small favor.

A small favor?
About Carl Hopwood?

Is that so terrible?

Well, there are
those that think it is.

Who?

Doesn't matter who.

Well, if it doesn't matter,
why don't you tell me?

To tell you the truth, I'm tired of
going around in circles, fighting ghosts.

Well, there are certain matters
that must not be divulged.

What are you talking about?

A good friend of mine was
murdered. His body was stolen.

I would like that to
come out in the open.

Now who's putting the pressure
on you, the government?

No, it's not the government.

Then who?

A lobbyist.

A lobbyist?

With important connections.

Why did he call you?

Somebody called him.

Who?

He didn't tell me. Did you ask?

I don't stick my nose in
where it doesn't belong.

Oh, your nose is in a lot
deeper than you think it is.

They know about Carl Hopwood.
They're trying to keep some secret from us.

There is no secret.

As far as I'm concerned,

Carl Hopwood is a
figment of your imagination.

I'm sick and tired of being treated like
an idiot, like I don't have any rights.

I'm sick and tired
of all this secrecy.

Now, the phone call you received
proves that Carl Hopwood is not a product

of my imagination.

I'm causing some kind of uproar here
that means something to somebody.

What matters here, right
here in my small world,

is that not another penny of this
department's budget will be spent.

Not on a phone call,
not on a paperclip,

not on another ten minutes
of your valuable time.

The Carl Hopwood case,
if it ever existed, is closed.

Now, if that doesn't satisfy you,
though you're one of my top pathologists,

we can close your file as well.

This is my world.
Don't touch it.

Thought you were going home.

Right now, that's
where I'm heading.

What are you going to do?

I'm going to do an
autopsy on Hopwood.

But you don't have a body.

Anybody can do it with
a body. Good night, Sam.

Hopwood.

Age 46, severe
bruises on the abdomen.

Heart, normal
weight, no fibrosis.

Liver, spleen, kidney.

Examination of the extremities

shows a superficial
laceration of the right wrist

with a small avulsion
of skin and fat.

This is a piece of the
man they said didn't exist.

Just a fragment of
skin, but if I'm right...

If I find what I think
I'm going to find.

What are you
looking for, Quince?

You said he was beaten to death.

I said I made a thousand
mistakes a day, didn't I?

Recognize the profile?

A compound of
the fossil fuel field.

A very heavy
concentration of it.

A hydrocarbon cluster absorbed
into the molecules of his fat.

I mean, a lethal
concentration of it.

He wasn't beaten to death, Sam.

He died of a
hydrocarbon poisoning

with bone marrow depression
and hemorrhages on his body,

which made it
look like a beating.

Why, Quince, and where?

That's the question, Sam.

That's the question. I want you
to put this in a very safe place.

This, too, okay?

Right, Quince.

Sam.

Yeah, Quince?

I think I better take these.

Don't you trust me?

Of course I trust you.

Sam, it's just I don't
want to involve you in this

any more than I already have.

The best advice I
could give you is,

just forget you've
ever seen these.

Hello, Doctor.

Well, you guys are here because
I found Carl Philip Hopwood.

Wait a minute.

Max, is this off the record?

I hope it isn't.

You realize the consequences
after what we discussed last night?

Yes, I do.

I always said it. You would've
made a great investigative reporter.

I not only found him, I
found out what killed him.

What?

Hydrocarbon toxicity.

Great! What is it?

It's a hydrocarbon fuel, not
the kind you burn in a car,

and if ingested, which
is most unlikely, it is fatal.

Where's the body?

Again, I don't have a body. I
have a skin and fat sample.

It's small, but it's all I need.

It's small all right.

You have no body and
you got a piece of fat skin.

That's all I need. It
tells the whole story.

How do you know it
belongs to Hopwood?

Because I found it on the deck of my
boat where he pounded with his hands

and he tore his wrist.

Well?

It's hydrocarbon toxicity.

Of course it is.

That's what caused the
death of Carl Philip Hopwood.

Hydrocarbon toxicity.

You want to know
something? I know who did it.

You do, Lieutenant?

I thought everybody knew.

There are Martians with
death ray guns who did it.

Yeah, one of them surrendered
to the Hollenbeck Division.

They got him wrapped up in aluminum foil
down there to keep him fresh. Oh, yeah.

The scientific whizkid.

Hydrocarbon toxicity!

Why don't you take
a look at the sample?

Look at what?

You could have a piece
of pastrami in there,

I wouldn't know the difference.

Where is the body?
The corpus delicti.

Max, you're going
to print this story?

What story do you
want me to print?

The Lieutenant's
story about Martians?

Dr. Astin's story that you
should drop this matter?

Or your story about a body
that nobody's ever seen?

Dr. Astin?

Well, as far as I'm concerned,
this very well could be a Martian.

This chart does not prove the
existence of Carl Philip Hopwood.

Okay.

You guys do what you have
to do, I'll do what I have to do.

I'm going to finish up my
work here for the rest of the day.

Then I'm going to go home. I'm
going to get a good night's sleep

and tomorrow morning, I'm going
back on the Carl Hopwood case.

Good evening, Dr. Quincy.

Oh, you're here.

I had a feeling somebody
was following me.

Oh, really?

Doctor.

Somebody was following me.

I'm glad you were.

I was beginning
to feel paranoid.

Who are you guys?
What do you want?

My name is Hughes. I'm Head of
Security for Forsythe Laboratories.

And this is Mr. Goodman.

Doctor, if you'd please go
below, we'd appreciate it.

Please come down, Dr. Quincy.

Take good care of that, will
you? It's the rest of my dinner.

Please, sit down.

Thank you.

I'm sorry we haven't
really met before.

I get the feeling I'm going
to be sorry we ever met.

I'm Arthur Forsythe.

President and Chairman of the
board of Forsythe Laboratories,

where Carl Hopwood worked.

Which Carl Hopwood
are we talking about, sir?

There was only one.
We both know that.

I want you to believe that I
knew nothing about all this

until a few hours ago.

Whatever Hughes and his team did
to you, it was without my knowledge.

How many times have
I heard that before.

You're absolutely right.
They were working for me.

Whatever they did
is my responsibility.

Whatever? What do
you mean "whatever!"

They didn't do "whatever!"

They stole Carl Hopwood's
body out of the morgue.

They set up some phony
mistress to get me off the trail.

They killed a nice boy, Tom...

Maybe, Doctor...
Doctor, you're wrong.

We didn't murder anybody.
Thomason was paid to alter that log.

That's all we did, sir.

He flashed his money around
so one of his friends gave him a fix

of loaded cocaine so he
could steal the boy's money.

That's how he OD'd.

What about Carl Hopwood?
He was also killed.

A hydrocarbon
poisoning. Oh, yeah.

I know how, what I
don't know is why.

Of course you
don't have to tell me

if I'm going to be the next
body you're disposing of.

Take my word for it. You'd
be much better off not knowing.

You take my word for it. I've
never found that to be the case.

Sit down.

Forsythe Laboratories is
working on the development

of a synthetic fuel

based on a new
hydrocarbon molecular pattern.

It could go a long way toward eliminating
this country's growing dependence

on the rest of the world for
our oil, for our fossil fuels.

Will you take me back
to Carl Hopwood, please?

He was part of the team,
a very important part.

Until he got it into his head that this
new fuel would pollute the atmosphere.

He tried to sabotage
the entire project,

something we'd worked
months, years on.

He was poisoned in
the accident he caused.

Fortunately, no one else was.

We were making arrangements
to get him to a hospital

without breaching security
when he panicked and ran.

Right to you, Doctor.

I would have done
anything to have saved him.

But once he was dead, it was my
responsibility to do everything I could

to keep our research secret.

Now, what do you think would happen if
word got out that Carl Hopwood was killed

by a very sophisticated
hydrocarbon cluster?

A dozen companies and countries

would be alerted to
what we're working on

before we've had a
chance to perfect it.

There's no lack of
research facilities out there.

All we've got is lead time
and precious little of that.

Give it away and
who benefits? They do!

Tell me, Mr. Forsythe,
who are they?

I really want to know.

We're always told to watch out for
them. We're being protected from them.

Maybe, if we were told the facts, we
could decide what is safe and what isn't.

We, the people?

Yes! We, the people.

Protecting the secret of Carl
Hopwood's death is protecting the future,

protecting our
chances for survival.

Now, you think
about that, Doctor.

You have all the facts
surrounding your friend's death

and the experiments
he was working on.

You may be right. Maybe
the people should know.

But you tell them.

There are no clear
scientific truths here.

I wish there were.

I make decisions every day
that keep me awake every night.

Welcome to the club, Doctor.

The ball's in your court now.

Carl Hopwood's body will be made
available to his widow immediately.

So you and his wife
buried Hopwood's body?

Chris took it very hard.

This is quite a story.
And you name names.

You going to print it, Max?

Hold on, Tom Paine.

Give me a minute to digest this.

I can't.

Hey, come on. Loosen up.

I have to have your
answer right away,

before your advertisers
threaten to pull out,

before your legal department
talks to you about libel

and a few offended readers.

Now, could be you're
selling them short.

They may be as interested in
hearing the truth as you are in telling it.

Oh, I certainly hope so.

Hey, this wasn't an easy decision
for me. It's been a sleepless week.

You see, I'm out of my league.

I'm a scientist and as Forsythe said,
"There are no scientific truths here."

All right. I'll read it again
and get back to you later.

No, Max. Not later. Now.

There's only one answer.

There can be no justification
for what Forsythe did,

or allowed to be done.

We have just gone through
a crisis in this country

and we've come out
stronger than ever,

because we have
proven that nobody,

I mean nobody, is above the law.

All right. Go on back to your boat
and wait for tomorrow morning's edition.

You won't be disappointed.

I don't know about
the Pulitzer Prize,

but I guarantee
the Quincy Prize.

What's the Quincy Prize?

Lunch.

On you?

No, on Harry's Hotdogs,
down at the pier.

Very funny.