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You've been among the dead too long, Quincy.

Get out among the living.

Every day that she carries, every hour gives it a better chance!

Of killing the mother.

When did the accident happen?

The blood test showed drunk. You got no case, Doc.

Are you saying I was negligent?

No. I'm saying the report is incomplete.

Dr. Quincy, I resent this.

And I resent sloppy medical procedure!

I'm not gonna let go.

Oh, what are you going to do?

I'm going to perform an autopsy, the proper way!

Well, I'm calling the police!

Gentlemen, you are about to enter

the most fascinating sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

Come on, Sam. Can't you do anything right anymore?

Sorry, Quince.

You call this pastrami, Danny?

Even a cow would disown it!

You don't like it? Don't eat it!

Nah, nah, the way I see it...

You see it?

You see it? Monahan, you couldn't see an elephant in your toilet!

I’m sorry to have to say this to you, Quincy, but you've become impossible.

Bad tempered and ill mannered and overbearing.

There's a general practitioner, a friend of mine up north,

I want you to take over his practice for a month, He needs a vacation.

You've been with the dead too long.

It's time you dealt with the living.

Well, driving up there really cleared my head.

You were right, Astin. I was living at the edge of my nerves.

You know, now that I know, I don't think I could ever lose my temper again.

Well, I want to call this venture off and come home.

Now, that I'm in control of my emotions.

Yeah, yeah. I had to make a collect call, I didn't have the right amount of change.

Well, how could that hurt your budget?

Talking about the... You're always talking about budget and money.

I'm talking about a man controlling his emotions!

I'll see you in a month.

Be with you in a minute.

No hurry, no hurry.

Bud Cowley here, easin' down the road,

looking to give away 50 bucks.

Now remember, spot this little old go-cart of mine,

blink me the signal, and when I stop,

you give me the right answer to today's question.

You'll be $50 richer! That's 50 big ones.

Now, come on all you foxes, try and find me!

Look! There he is! That's him!

Hey! Hey, wow!

Hey, hurry up. Come on.

Come on. Hurry up.

All right, I'm coming, I'm coming.

He went down the road.

Hey, watch it!

What's with these kids today, huh?

That Pied Piper isn't helping any.

Fill it up? Yeah, please.

It's all right. I'll do it myself. It's okay.

Thanks very much.

I'm a doctor.

I'm a doctor.

When did the accident happen?

About 10 minutes ago.

How long has he been comatose?

Since I've been here.

There's an ambulance on the way.

It's too late.

Thanks anyway, Doc.

You've been among the dead too long, Quincy.

Get out among the living.

- Say, ahh! - Ahh!

Ahh! Ahh!

Ahh! Ahh!

Huh. It's pharyngitis.

Phary... What?

It's all right. Just a big city word for ordinary sore throat.

Just keep gargling, Mr. Shore.

There.

Ma'am, you've got to go on...

No. Never mind.

Mrs. Klein, you're doing fine. You've lost a whole pound this past month.

There's, uh,

one I want you to keep a special eye on, Mrs. Hammond, Myra Hammond.

She's beginning her third trimester, twins.

She's had four previous miscarriages?

Yeah. Rh problems. I've been sweating her through it.

It's 50-50 that she'll carry to term.

She's starting her seventh month.

She gets by the next four weeks, it's all downhill.

More?

Doctor, Trish Granby is waiting.

Oh, fine. Thank you, thank you. Come along.

Uh, what happened to Vincent? Wasn't he due in today?

He didn't keep the appointment.

It's not like him.

Tell me, Doctor, is this one of your regular routine days?

It's a little on the light side, really.

Well, hello, Trish. Hi.

How's my very favorite cheerleader?

Okay, I guess.

Meet Dr. Quincy.

How do you do? Hi.

He'll be giving you your allergy boosters

while I'm away. All right.

Did you get the $50, Trish?

Hmm?

I saw you at the gas station last night.

Oh. Oh, you did.

Yeah, you and your boyfriend belted out of there after the disc jockey.

Yeah, but we didn't get it, we missed it.

So we went on home.

Here, you might as well start now.

See if you're any better than I am.

Everything all right, Trish?

Yeah, super.

How is Denny? Or is it a new fellow this week?

Oh, he's okay. Good.

Well, you didn't go through the ceiling.

Not that bad, was it?

No. It was fine. Thank you, Doctor.

Doctor? Yes.

I just spoke with Vincent Maggiore's wife. He was killed last night.

What!

An automobile accident on the highway.

Oh, no.

Excuse me.

Have a good trip, Dr. Gilliam. Thank you.

Yeah, yeah. Thanks, Trish.

Vincent and his wife were my

first patients when I first came out here.

Maggiore?

I was there last night.

There was an accident on the road. I stopped to help.

He was killed instantly.

Small comfort, huh?

Well, do we have anyone else?

No.

Come on.

There you got it.

You've had your first day as a GP.

How do you like it?

I going to go out and buy some track shoes.

Give me another day, I'll get the hang of it.

Another day? No way.

When I found out you were coming,

I went ahead and made reservations.

My wife and I are leaving first thing in the morning.

Yes.

Oh, just a minute.

It's for you.

Hello? No, no, this is Dr. Quincy.

Well, you were talking to... Dr. Gilliam!

What?

Your baby is vomiting?

All over your grandmother?

Well, could I have your address, please.

You've got a middle ear infection and you've let it go too long.

I want you to take the antibiotics I gave you.

Mrs. Johnson is ready, Doctor.

None of my patients ever did that before.

Doctor, Mr. Ryan's been waiting almost a half-hour.

Is it here?

Well, it's not appendicitis.

Mrs. Hammond is ready.

Hmm.

Very good. Really, very good.

Well, after four miscarriages,

I'm really being an outstanding patient, Doctor.

Well, it shows.

Strong. Very strong.

Oh, by the way...

Did Nurse Lowry tell you I was going to need you at the hospital for a few minutes?

No. Why? What's wrong?

Oh, nothing serious. Just a routine test.

But they have the facilities there.

Do you have the time right now?

Well, yes, I have the time.

Jim, my husband, is in New York.

I was just going to go home and have dinner and watch television but...

Well, you still can do that. It'll only take a few minutes.

I'm only doing this because Dr. Gilliam made

me promise to keep a special eye on you.

You're one of his favorite patients. You can get dressed now.

Miss Lowry, call the hospital.

Tell them I'm coming right over to do an amniocentesis, will you?

Why?

Couldn't find a second fetal heart tone.

Dr. Quincy, Mrs. Maggiore is here. She's awfully upset.

I let her wait in your office.

Mrs. Maggiore, I'm Dr. Quincy.

Where is the doctor?

He went on vacation this morning. Can I help you?

He wasn't drunk! Vincenzo. He was not drinking.

I know! The doctor know!

Vincenzo don't drink like that!

I'm sorry, I don't know what you're trying to say.

It's lie, it's lie. What is in here, it's lie!

Coroner's report?

And now the insurance, they won't pay.

Not even to bury Vincenzo.

And I don't have any money.

.26 blood alcohol.

This means your husband was driving illegally. I'm afraid he was drunk.

No.

Vincenzo never drink that way!

Maybe sometime.

One glass of beer with his friends after work, but then he comes straight home.

These tests are usually pretty accurate.

Oh, if the doctor was here, he would go to the police,

he would go to the insurance company! He would!

Mrs. Maggiore, I promise. I'll do everything I can.

Yeah. Sure, sure. Where is the doctor?

I don't know...

Doctor.

Did you call the hospital?

It's all set up.

Louise told me about Mrs. Maggiore.

I thought you might be interested in looking at her husband's chart.

What for?

Well, he was in last month and he had cystitis.

Yesterday was just a follow-up visit.

Yeah.

And Dr. Gilliam prescribed metronidazole.

Wait a minute, metronidazole?

Heavy drinking with that would make you as sick as a dog.

Too sick to drive, wouldn't you say?

I thought you'd be interested.

Thank you.

Thank you very much.

If you need me, I'll be at the hospital.

Sorry, the work-up isn't finished yet.

I've scheduled my patient first thing in the morning.

But you only admitted her late this afternoon, Doctor.

Well, I can't hang around here. Send it to my club.

Your club?

Oh, I'm Dr. Quincy. I need a work-up on these amniotic fluid samples.

Quincy? Yes, sir.

George Bristol, your next door neighbor. Oh!

Listen, we'll have lunch next week, I'll give you a call.

Maybe work in a round of golf. Okay.

Why not?

Miller, don't send that work-up too late.

I've got four procedures in the morning.

Four surgical procedures?

Yes. Dr. Bristol believes that if he can't cut it, you don't have it.

Your nurse told me to expect you.

I've marked them. Now, I want you to pay special attention

to the optical density on A, the LIS ratio on B.

Right.

I know you're very busy but I would like to get them back as quickly as possible.

Tomorrow afternoon?

Oh, that's terrific.

Is this the only lab in town?

Why do you think we're so busy?

Then, you must do the autopsies, too?

The lab work.

Well, there was an auto accident a couple of days ago, Maggiore.

You remember anything about that?

Maggiore? Maggiore, yeah.

Sounds familiar.

Ah, Vincent?

Yeah.

Right, I did the blood work myself.

Mmm-hmm.

.26 alcohol. Drunk.

With the medication he was taking, that's highly unlikely.

What do the tissue samples show?

Oh, we didn't get them. What?

Well, the autopsy was done somewhere else. Probably, the local mortuary.

I don't get it.

You're out in the boonies, Doctor.

The towns handle this their own way.

But there must've been a coroner.

Uh-huh.

Chief of Police Hartman. Chief of police...

Is he a doctor, too?

No, he's not a doctor. He's the Chief of Police.

And the Coroner.

That's a talented man.

Chief Hartman in yet?

Yeah, up to my elbows.

I'm Dr. Quincy, I'm replacing Dr. Gilliam.

Oh, yeah. Doc Gilliam was telling me you'd be coming around.

Excuse me. Oh, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Nothing wrong already, I hope?

No, I'm a little confused.

I understand you're the Coroner, too.

Oh, well that's just a title.

I mean, this town ain't that big, you know?

I do the paperwork, that's about it.

Who performs the autopsies?

Excuse me. Doc Bristol.

He gets a regular fee from the county for each one, you know.

Where does he perform them?

Clausen's mortuary.

Automobile accidents, that sort of thing.

Of course, the real big ones, I send over to the County Coroner's office.

There's something special on your mind, Doc?

No, no. That man who died, Maggiore... The auto accident.

Oh, yeah. Excuse me.

Yeah. Drunk driving, I remember.

Well, his wife said he didn't drink.

Maybe had a beer with the fellows, that's about it.

Oh, he had a beer with the fellows, all right.

That wouldn't have accounted for all the alcohol in his blood.

Well, maybe he had another one with the boys.

Maybe more.

Or maybe his buddies are just covering up for him.

And you're satisfied with the report?

Well, Doc Bristol signed it. That's good enough for me.

Okay, thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Sorry. It's all right.

Enjoy your stay, Doc.

It's a new way of treating hypertension.

But you don't suffer from hypertension.

Are you sure? Yes, I am.

I never feel very good.

I read this in the last Modern Living magazine.

So I thought that perhaps

you'd prescribe it for me, Doctor.

Quincy.

Oh, yes.

Well, you see, I haven't caught up to that magazine yet.

So my medical information isn't really up-to-date.

Oh!

But I could suggest that you cut down on those parties.

Well... Excuse me.

Dr. Quincy.

Oh, yes, Miss Miller. Hang on for a minute, will you?

I'll see you next month, Mrs. Foster.

He don't even give a darn.

Yeah. What did you find out?

That's on B. Good. A?

What was the exact OD reading?

Well, then there's no doubt.

Thank you very much, Miss Miller. Bye.

The amniocentesis report on Mrs. Hammond.

One of the babies is dead.

Erythroblastosis.

The other one?

Oh, very good, very strong.

Well, when shall I schedule it?

Schedule what?

The cesarean section. The hospital will want to know.

Oh, no. Wait a minute.

I'm not sure I really want to do that.

But the danger...

I know that the dead body could serve as a medium for blood poisoning.

But it is so important to her.

They're barely seven months of age.

I mean, even a single premature has a 50-50 chance at that age.

Let alone a twin, that small?

But it would be a lie.

But how?

Underdeveloped, maybe with deformities.

Every day that she carries, every hour gives it a better chance!

Of killing the mother.

I'm sure if Dr. Gilliam were here, he certainly...

Well, he isn't here, Miss Lowry. I am!

Mr. Carmichael is waiting.

Doctor, you do believe in being honest with your patients, don't you?

I was in the neighborhood.

I had to see that kid down the road.

I didn't want him getting out of bed with that fever.

Oh, I'm so anxious.

We're really closing the gap now.

I don't know how much Dr. Gilliam told you about me.

Well, he was very thorough.

I know you haven't had an easy time, Myra.

So many disappointments. And we want a family so badly.

You know, I come from a very large family.

You're still a young woman.

If something did happen, you could have babies again.

No, I'm going to have these babies.

But in cases like yours, there's always a risk, you know.

Doctor, I've passed the crisis.

I know, but there's always a danger...

I've never carried so long before.

I know that.

Doctor...

My babies are all right, aren't they?

Oh, yes, of course, they are.

We're going to see that everything works out perfectly.

Hey, now, ain't that a mellow number? Yes, sir, I love it.

And that's number 18 on the charts.

And this is your old road runner, Bud Cowley.

Just trying to give away 50 bucks. Yeah, I'm crazy.

Where are you? Come on, find me.

Oh, Mr. Clausen.

Yes.

I'm Dr. Quincy. I'd like to talk to you. I need some help.

Oh! Of course.

It's difficult to make decisions at this tragic time.

Oh, no, no. Nothing like that. I need some information.

Oh, well in that case, do you mind if I go on?

The lying-in is tonight and I really have a lot to do.

Yeah, go ahead.

This is our most expensive model and I want it just right.

Now, what can I do for you?

A patient of mine was brought in here a couple of days ago.

Vincent Maggiore. An auto accident.

Yes, I remember.

How does that look to you?

Oh, it's lovely.

I mean, very appropriate.

The man has a rather large head.

A wider pillow, I think.

I understand, the autopsy was performed here.

Autopsy?

Vincent Maggiore, remember?

Oh, yes. Yes, indeed. By Dr. Bristol.

And he sent the usual blood sample to the Community Hospital

to be analyzed, right?

Well...

To be exact...

Oh, I want you to be exact.

Dr. Bristol had a dinner engagement, the night they brought the body in.

He phoned and he asked me to do the procedure.

You? Yes.

I've done it many times for him.

And the autopsy?

Well, of course not.

Dr. Bristol came in the next morning.

He took tissue samples? Naturally.

Why weren't they sent to the lab?

Dr. Bristol's decision. They're here, quite safe.

Well, I would like to see them.

Mr. Clausen.

Sorry, just reminding myself.

This is very delicate ivory satin.

I wouldn't want the shirt and tie to clash.

Mr. Clausen, I would like to see the tissue samples.

You! That's against the rules.

I'm Maggiore's physician.

Yeah, but Dr. Bristol is the physician of record in this matter.

You'll have to ask him. Look, I just want to take a look...

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

The other pillow looks better.

Good evening, Doctor. Still at it, I see.

Well, we really put in the hours, don't we?

Well, as a matter of fact, I came to see you.

May I talk to you for a couple of minutes?

Gee, how about tomorrow?

Listen, I don't want to be late for dinner. We're expecting guests.

It's kind of pressing. Only a couple of minutes, please.

Well, all right.

Thank you.

Well, now, got a problem, Doctor?

Yeah, sort of.

Max Gilliam and I always talk things over.

Helped each other out a lot.

Now, you've performed an autopsy on Vincent Maggiore.

Who?

Maggiore. A car accident a couple of days ago.

I suppose so. There are so many of them.

Yeah, well you signed the report. Drunk driving.

Come on, now, I know I didn't say that.

Well, .26 blood alcohol. That's the same thing.

But much more official.

Anyway, it was the lab's report.

I understand you didn't do a tissue analysis.

What for? The blood alcohol was enough.

No, it's not.

I don't know whether you know this or not, Doctor. But...

I'm with the Coroner's office in Los Angeles.

When we do autopsies, we cover everything,

down to the toenails. It's part of the law.

I know I've complied with all the legal requirements.

No, taking the tissues samples is part of...

Now, wait a minute, Dr. Quincy.

I don't know quite what this is all about.

But, frankly, I'm getting a little disturbed by your implications.

Oh, I'm not implying anything.

I'm just looking for some information.

Well, it's all in the autopsy report.

It's not enough, Doctor.

Are you saying I was negligent?

No, I'm saying the report is incomplete.

Howard Clausen has done this for me a hundred times

and there's never been any question.

I trust him completely.

Dr. Quincy, I resent this.

And I resent sloppy medical procedure!

I don't think you and I have anything more to discuss. Good night.

I want that tissue sample.

You what?

I want to examine them myself.

You have the nerve to interfere

with another doctor's professional judgment?

Do I get them or not? No.

The law will have something to say about that.

So will an examining board of the County Medical Association.

I'm bringing you up on charges!

If you like.

Good morning, Doc.

You stay up late or do you get up early?

It all depends on how much trouble I got.

Since you're here, I guess the trouble concerns me, huh?

Well, I didn't want to wait inside.

It might upset some of your patients.

Well, you're not exactly making me comfortable here.

That's nothing to what you're doing to Doc Bristol.

Oh!

It's because I asked for the tissue samples, huh?

Hmm.

He was on my back about it last night and again this morning.

Going to help me get them or not?

No, it's his fish pond.

Yeah, but you're the Coroner.

Well, I'm glad you thought of that.

And while you're at it, would you please tell me

what exactly is wrong with that autopsy report?

Without a tissue analysis, you can't prove drunk driving.

At least, not beyond a reasonable doubt.

I'm satisfied.

I'm not. Neither is his poor widow with the three kids.

You know the insurance company is not going to pay off because of that report.

She can't even bury her husband.

I'm not gonna let go.

And while you're sitting so fat and happy on that car, on this throne,

just remember this, the buck stops right there!

Good morning. Good morning, Louise.

Good morning, Doctor.

Good morning, Miss Lowry.

Mrs. Maggiore is waiting in the office.

Thank you. Oh, Miss Lowry, I saw Mrs. Hammond.

I didn't tell her. I decided against that.

Is it your decision to make?

Good morning, Mrs. Maggiore. Please sit down.

You have something to tell me?

Well, no, not yet.

You went to the insurance? You talked to the police?

Well, see, it's too early to go to the insurance company

and Chief Hartman is still going by the report.

Then there's nothing left?

Well, of course there is.

It's just going to take a little more time, that's all.

Vincenzo will be buried tomorrow. I have managed.

Please, won't you let me help you?

Thank you, but I have good neighbors, good friends.

Mrs. Maggiore.

Dr. Gilliam was treating your husband.

He had prescribed some medicine.

Metronidazole. Do you know if he was taking it?

Yes.

No, I mean regularly. Faithfully?

Vincenzo always do what the doctor say.

Thank you.

I'll be talking to you, soon.

Yes.

Dr. Quincy.

I just thought you might be interested.

That tissue stuff you were talking about. It was sent to the lab.

My, you're a fast worker.

Or did Dr. Bristol have an attack of conscience?

Whatever. You satisfied now?

I didn't think you cared?

Well, it's just that if I'm gonna be stuck with a buck,

I want it to be a good one.

Talk to you later.

When you finish the tissue analysis,

will you let me have a copy of the report?

Well, I'm not supposed to do that,

but Maggiore was Dr. Gilliam's patient,

and since you've taken over... Oh, thanks.

When you look at the liver under the electron microscope...

Electron?

You don't have one?

Oh, Doctor. People donate money to hospitals for rooms,

but nobody can see their names on this equipment.

Oh, but I need to know

what the electron microscope is going to tell me.

Miss Miller, am I ashamed of myself? You've been so kind.

You really have. You've done so many favors for me.

I would like to reciprocate

and after all we all know what kind of a workload you have.

Why don't I take some of it off of your shoulders?

Fujiyama here. Quincy! Hey, it's good to hear you.

How are you doing? Don't ask.

Listen, I need a favor, Sam. A big one!

If I can. You're the only one who can.

I want a complete analysis on some tissue samples I'm sending you.

See, they don't have an electron microscope here.

They'll be on the bus that arrives at the Downtown Terminal at 6:40.

Pick them up from the driver.

I've got a date tonight.

Good for you, Sam. Now rush it through and call me, will you?

I'll wait in my office.

Quincy...

And Sam, pay special attention

to the liver sample, electron microscopy.

Wait a minute!

I can't, Sam.

You got to get down there, the bus arrives at 6:40.

Now, don't let me down. It's very important!

Oh! Okay.

And Sam, how are things? You miss me?

Frankly, no.

Ah! That's what I figured. I love you, too.

I'll talk to you later. Bye-bye.

I'd hate to be waiting for you if I was drowning.

Look, Doc, I know you think I sit around the porch all day snoozing,

but believe me, I got work to do.

Now why did you want to meet me way out here?

I had a hunch I'd find something and I did.

All right, what?

Did you ever come out here and check out the scene of the accident?

No, this is out of my jurisdiction.

I got a report from the highway patrol.

Oh, really? Did they happen to mention skid marks?

Uh-huh! How did you know there'd be skid marks?

I thought I remembered them from the other night.

He put on the brakes so hard,

he must've taken 20 miles off the tires.

All right. Then he went off the road, right here, out of control.

But why did he brake so hard?

Well, I don't know. Drunk!

Maybe, but why didn't somebody see him? Maybe a passing car.

Maybe it was quiet, like it is right now. No traffic.

No, there was somebody here and around that time, too.

All right, who?

Who's that crazy disc jockey,

he rides up and down. If you catch him, he gives you money?

What's his name? Uh...

Bud Cowley? Cowley, that's the guy. He was here.

Why don't we talk to him? Maybe he'll tell us something.

We? Yeah.

When did we become partners?

Oh, well, that's just a figure of speech.

Number ten. That's a lucky number. Monahan had that number.

And he went up to become really a big lieutenant.

And just a little reminder, gang,

I'm going to be out there later

cruising around with the question of the day.

Yes, sir, it's an easy one.

No tough like yesterday. Is Porky Pig a mouse or a cat?

That one stumped everybody.

Yeah, I was on that stretch of road, all right. Didn't see any accident.

But this kid caught up to me.

We did the number and I handed over the 50 bucks.

How come you remember so good?

Oh, these days when I get stopped,

I mean, you'd think I was giving away the plague or something.

Nobody listens to the radio anymore.

You tape everybody you talk to?

Oh, sure. Then I cut the good stuff together into audition records.

Send it out to the big stations. I mean, you never know.

They could sign me right up.

It could pay off.

Well, that's what I keep telling myself.

Now, right about here.

, , this little old go-cart of mine, blink me the signal

and when I stop, give me the right answer to today's question.

Pretty good, huh?

You'll be $50 richer,

So, come on all you little foxes.

Oh, I played a record right here. I always cut that part out.

Yep, somebody's tacked on all right and there's the signal!

Okay, let's see if I can give away 50 big bucks!

I pulled over and he came in right behind me.

He came running up. Him and a girl.

Well, congratulations there, pal, You nailed me good.

Say, what's your handle, partner?

Denny, Denny Bleyer.

This is my girlfriend, Trish.

Trish Granby.

We didn't see anything. Honest.

No accident, nothing. I'm telling you.

We're only asking, Denny.

You were on the road the same time as that accident, about 6:30.

It's a long road, mister.

You were near enough. We heard how you won $50.

That's right, Trish.

Why did you lie? Why did you say you didn't go after Cowley?

I was scared.

Of what?

My parents.

Well, she was scared for me.

You see, I was grounded and I wasn't supposed to take the car that night.

Trish...

Yes, that's why I lied, because of what Denny said.

I don't believe you. You had to have seen that accident.

You can't prove that. Why don't you just leave her alone?

Can we go now, sir?

Yeah, you can go.

Trish...

Don't forget to come in next week for your shot.

Yes, sir.

They're lying.

Yeah, but like the kid said, you can't prove anything.

No witnesses.

The only fact you've got is that the blood test showed drunk.

You got no case, Doc. It's airtight.

Well, Sam's tissue analysis report is going to put a pin in that.

I hope.

Working pretty late, aren't you?

Just some insurance forms and bills.

Patients are just the tip of the iceberg, Doctor.

You're the power behind the throne, aren't you?

Well... Listen...

I know you disapprove of what I'm doing

with Mrs. Hammond and you're probably right,

and I know that Dr. Gilliam would handle it all differently.

But I do have to do what I think is right.

Of course you do, and I'm sorry I was rude.

You weren't rude.

It is what medicine's all about, isn't it?

Taking care of the total patient.

Weighing the problems against his fears and his needs.

I've never heard it better said.

It's probably for me.

Dr. Quincy.

Yes, Mrs. Hammond.

When?

Why don't you get right over to the hospital. I'll meet you there.

Okay, bye-bye.

Mrs. Hammond, she's spotting. Call the hospital.

Claim me for another amniocentesis, will you?

And see if you can locate her husband.

I suppose I should've told you before.

Oh, I tried that morning, you know, but you wanted the baby so badly.

Well, I still want this one.

It's doing very well.

You see, every day you hold it, gives it a better chance,

helps it to develop, but there are no guarantees.

Jim called.

He wants to call in another doctor.

A specialist.

Well, I can understand that.

But he might try and take the baby.

Well, he knows there's a risk.

But it's still my decision.

Will you back me up?

All the way.

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- Hello? - Quince,

Oh, hi, Sam. Just a minute. Excuse me. Yeah.

I'm sorry to disturb you, Quince,

but your nurse told me where to reach you and you said this is important.

Yeah, did you finish? Just now.

We checked all the tissue samples you sent and we found...

What do you mean, "We"?

Oh, Dr. Astin helped me.

Oh, boy!

All right, right now just tell me about the liver, how'd it look?

Clean.

How clean? What amount of fat?

Not a trace. This guy must've been a teetotaler.

Oh, Sam, I owe you. You'll never know how much.

I'll remember that.

Bye-bye.

Listen, I'll come back and see you later, okay?

And thanks for the use of the phone.

Yes?

Where's Maggiore's body?

In the back...

Miss Lowry.

Wait a minute, you can't go back there.

Yesterday, you and I talked about an autopsy.

Well, yes.

Now we're going to talk about it a little more today.

At this hour? Where did you get the blood sample from?

Doctor, we're closed!

You said it was venous blood. Which vein?

I mean, this is no time to... Was it this arm?

Or was it this arm, or was it the legs?

Doctor, I don't remember.

The truth is you didn't get it out of any vein,

you couldn't have, not with those kinds of wounds!

Well, I tried.

But where'd you get it from?

Well, there wasn't enough in the extremities.

Where'd you get it?

The chest cavity.

The chest cavity...

Well, it's the only place there was enough.

But that blood is contaminated!

Well, that couldn't have mattered.

That couldn't have...

You can't go back there!

Oh, what are you going to do?

I'm going to perform an autopsy, the proper way!

Well, I'm calling the police!

Not even a Y-shaped incision.

Let me have the scissors. I have to reopen him.

Hey, hey, hey. Wait, Doc. Wait!

I can hear you. Take it easy.

I'll pick you up and we'll get right over there. All right?

Right.

A force that crushed these ribs.

It ripped the intercostal muscles,

caved in the whole front of his chest.

Each broken rib acted like a knife,

cutting right through the lungs.

Massive hemorrhage.

Hey, you all right?

I'm sorry. It's been a long time since nursing school.

You're doing beautifully. One minute more.

The marines have landed.

Oh, so glad you've come.

Yeah, he's still here, isn't he?

And his nurse, in the back.

Evening, gentlemen.

Dr. Quincy, this is inexcusable!

I'm going to bring charges.

Haul you up before the County Board!

And I'm sure I can find grounds for criminal action.

Oh, I'm sure you can, too. There is a lot of criminal action around here.

Broken regulations, incompetence, gross negligence.

What are you talking about?

An incomplete autopsy.

Botched and mishandled.

Don't try to bluff your way out of this!

Bodies don't bluff. They tell it the way it is.

Maggiore wasn't drunk.

The blood alcohol proved...

The liver tissue was clean!

You do remember about the liver, don't you, Doctor?

It collects fat. Especially from large amounts of alcohol.

Maggiore's didn't show a trace.

Well, that alcohol came from somewhere.

Well, if you wouldn't take the time to examine the tissues,

why would you bother to look in the stomach?

I did. It was a complete autopsy!

Well, you didn't go far enough.

The back wall of the stomach and diaphragm had a tear in it.

The beer he had, drained into the chest cavity and mixed with the blood.

It's just a matter of opinion. One doctor's against another.

I'm gonna go along with that.

We'll settle our differences at an inquest.

What about that, Coroner?

Makes a lot of sense.

Now, wait a minute.

Doctor, signing your name to that autopsy report

was the same as signing mine, and I don't like to be wrong.

Well, I could've made a mistake, I suppose.

You have a chance to correct it.

Dr. Quincy is a reputable pathologist. I'm willing to take his word.

I'll make out a new report.

On my desk, first thing in the morning, okay, Doc?

Yes, of course.

Thank you.

Good night. Good night.

Doctor, maybe you ought to practice cutting instead of putting.

Oh, Mr. Clausen, you know, this has caused Mrs. Maggiore a lot of grief.

A lot of suffering. I'm sorry.

Yeah. Well, you know how attorneys like grief and suffering.

If you could do something to make her feel better...

Did you know, the funeral, she had to borrow money?

Well, I'd be happy to give her a discount!

Oh, a discount. Well, I don't think her attorneys would buy that.

Half. Half?

Now that is very, very nice... But you know what lawyers are,

they don't like their clients to spend a dime.

I'd be pleased if she would accept my services as a gift.

Oh, now that is really very, very nice of you!

This casket, huh? And all these flowers free. Wow.

That's very, very generous.

Oh, you were cruel, Doctor. You were absolutely brutal.

Think I should've given him an anesthetic?

Chief!

Oh, Lowry, would you mind taking the car back to the office, please?

Oh, sure.

And this?

What you need is a porter, not a nurse.

We have some unfinished business to take care of.

You still say you didn't see anything?

The judge is going to be very hard put to believe that.

First, you lied about not catching up to Mr. Cowley.

Secondly, I can place you at the scene of the accident, at the right time.

Well, I mean, what does that prove?

You placed me there, too, and I didn't see anything either.

It proves you're lying, too.

What? Oh, they caught you, all right.

But you didn't have the interview there.

What are you talking about?

..this little old go-cart of mine. Blink me the...

Hear the background noises? The traffic, planes, cars, right?

Well, congratulations there, pal...

What do you hear now?

Say, what's your handle? Nothing.

That's right, nothing. Silence.

Because this wasn't recorded out on the road.

This was recorded in a studio later, wasn't it?

Trish, you're lying. I can't help you, unless you tell me the truth.

It was recorded in a studio later, wasn't it?

All right, so we did it the next day.

What's the difference? It was Mr. Maggiore's fault.

He was drunk.

Who told you he was drunk?

Mr. Cowley.

And for the last few days, everyone else in town.

Now...

We all thought he was drunk. Dr. Quincy here, proved otherwise.

Mr. Maggiore was sober.

He was? Yes, he was.

Mr. Cowley, you lied to us!

And you made us lie, too. Why?

Why don't you tell them what really happened?

You forced Maggiore off the road. You panicked.

You told the kids he was drunk, they should keep their mouths shut.

The next day you realized you needed an alibi for that time.

You told the kids to come in, you recorded that $50 bit.

Now you listen, and you listen carefully.

I'm not gonna let those kids take the rap for you.

So, you better tell us what happened!

It, uh...

It all happened so fast. I...

I saw you guys behind me and I thought I'd have a little fun.

So I stepped on the gas pedal,

and I turned back to see where you were.

And when I turned around...

I was in his lane.

He tried to avoid me.

Why didn't you stay there, try to help the guy?

'Cause I knew he was dead.

Look, my going to jail

wouldn't have helped anybody. Nobody at all.

Listen, listen, I...

My agent is waiting to hear, right now on a couple of offers, for the big time.

I am talking about Chicago and LA.

You got to understand that, uh...

I mean, for the first time in my life,

I've really got a shot at this thing.

But, you see, when opportunity knocks,

you got to be there.

Don't you understand? I mean, timing...

Timing is the whole thing.

I know.

Timing is the whole thing.

Bon appétit, gentlemen. And enjoy Quincy's "Welcome home" dinner.

We're glad to have you back, Quince.

Oh, it's good to be back.

I tell you, when I think of all the medical facts that I remembered again,

and all the new ones that I learned, like...

Don't use too much salt...

You're a doctor. You should know better with your blood pressure.

It's not the salt, it's you.

That's it, light up, light up, there.

Like it's a chimney. Look at this.

You know what that's going to do to your larynx?

I had a patient like that once.

Come on, will you?

All right, fellas, I'm gonna tell you.

I've been thinking a lot about you,

'cause you are my friends, and listen up.

This is really important. Ed, you got to go on a diet.

Thanks a lot, Quince.

Brill, you've got to stop lying about your

age and stop doing all that heavy exercise.

I'm 40. I admit it.

That's exactly what I mean. Stop lying about your age.

And you, start lying about your age and start doing some exercise.

I jog all the way to the bank. That's enough for me.

Sam and I are the only ones doing things right.

Dr. Quincy. Yeah.

Telephone.

And we said we were happy to have him back.

At least, he is not losing his temper.

Well, he's making me lose mine.

I know a GP in Alaska.

Give me that roll.

It's a Dr. Gilliam.

Oh! Thanks.

Hello, Doctor, how's it feel to be back in the harness?

Very comfortable, Doctor.

Sorry about tracking you down like this,

but I thought you'd like to know,

Mrs. Hammond delivered this evening.

A boy.

Oh!

That's terrific.

How are mother and son doing?

Just fine, fine. Doctor, I want you to be very proud of yourself.

Because all the time that you gave them made all the difference.

Now, I don't know what your religious beliefs are, but when I saw that baby,

alive and well and

normal, I just kneeled down and prayed.

Thank you.

Thank you. Thanks for calling.