All language subtitles for Quincy, M.E. S01e03 (A Star Is Dead).autogenerated

calories.

was murdered. Roberta Rhodes. The movie star? Six months ago she insured her life with us

for one million dollars. I say murder, she gets two million dollars. I say suicide, she

gets nothing. I couldn't kill Bobby, I loved her. Now this case is just too big for us

to be sitting around on our evidence. Our evidence? Did you pop that in front of this

place again? Did she take her own life? We have two eye witnesses to murder!

Is this the way you like it honey? Oh yeah, perfect, you learn fast. That's cause I have

a great teacher. Now there's one small thing though. What's that? Your chipper is scraping

my ribs. Holy mack, I forgot I still had it in my pocket. You're a good sport, you know

that honey? Here it is almost midnight. Well you promised me a weekend of exercise, fresh

air and togetherness and that's what I'm getting. You said we have to scrape the entire aft

deck before you varnish it tomorrow. So? So, you do it alone, it'll take all night. I've

got better things planned for you. Quincy. Oh no. I'm not here. You heard me say absolutely

under no circumstances, right? I did unplug the telephone, didn't I? Okay, I'll get rid

of him. First law of the sea. I could shoot you for boarding without permission. I'm sorry

Quincy but they want you on it right now. Why are you whispering? Roberta Rhodes. The

movie star? Yeah. Oh my god. There he is. Hey, Quincy. Doc, can we have a statement?

I'm not going to do anything. Hey, I'm not going to do anything. Quincy, hey. As soon

as I know anything you'll know. Lighten up, all right? Lighten up. Get a man a chest to

do his job. Oh, Quincy, Sam, she's in her bedroom. What time is it? It's 12.41. I want temperatures,

I want the room diagram. Who's the photographer? Me Quincy. All right, let's start shooting.

Let's go to Mrs. Spangler. Who else we got? Freddie Box. Get him in here. Right here,

Dr. Quincy. Oh god. All right, all right. I know it's tough. Don't think about who she

is, just do your job. Sam, when you and Freddie start bagging and labeling the glass, I want

a clear diagram of where every sliver of glass was found, okay? Watch with your step, Ed.

Okay, all right.

All right.

Where have you been? In the living room, checking out the mother. And? She's too loaded to make

much sense. Well, she reported it, didn't she? Yeah. Well, if she's sober enough to

dial a telephone, she's sober enough to talk. Give me two minutes.

I'd like to make it simple for you, Monahan, and say suicide, but there are too many problems.

Contusion of the corner of her eye with atypia swelling. There's a crash mirror here. I don't

know. Could be suicide, could be homicide, could be accidental. Oh, that nerves the down

real nice. Well, you're going to have an autopsy report in a couple of hours? These are what?

The cigar band collection?

The pills to cure migraines, pills to ease muscle spasms, and pills to unclog nasal passages.

And there was an empty scotch bottle found in the bathroom. Now, all that booze and all

these pills, add them all up, Quincy. What do you got? You still got nothing, Monahan,

that would kill her.

Mrs. Rhodes, Lieutenant Monahan, this is Dr. Quincy, our medical examiner. My condolences,

Mrs. Rhodes. Are you all right? Yes. Tell me what happened. Well, it has the appearance

of acute barbiturate intoxication. Suicide? I can't say yet. There is a strong possibility.

I think of all we went through to put you up there. What a waste. Well, if you're through,

get out. Come on. I'm Dr. Quincy. I'm the presiding medical officer. The victim has

been positively identified as Roberta Rhodes, actress. She died within an hour or two of

midnight. Now, that's all I have to say now. Thank you. Dr. Quincy, any truth to the rumor

that the body of Mrs. Rhodes was found completely naked? Oh, come on, Clarence. That tactic

is wearing pretty thin, isn't it? Why don't you talk to one of the younger fellows? They

might help you update your act.

Doctor, given the hour and the extreme amount of time you spent inside, you must have some

opinion.

Oh, I have an opinion. I think we've lost a very nice lady. Now, excuse me, please.

Cute. Come on, Dr. Foley, but just give us a story.

Unassistably quick. Is it a sex case? Dr. Quincy, how did it feel to perform an autopsy

on one of the most beautiful women in the world? Don't you ever say anything like that

to me again. Do you understand that? Ever.

Pathetic. Have any lockdown sets? They got the drone squad sealing off the lab. You let

that stop you?

I think I found a very good possibility. A young kid in investigator training. If he's

handled right, he can keep us very well informed. That'll help. I've never seen such tight security.

Do you think that they connected Mr. Wonderful to that bedroom last night? No, if they knew,

they'd interrogate him. Right now, he's carrying on his business as usual. So let's print

it anyway. And get what? Another denial? No, I want his name on police reports, on Karn's

reports. Then I'll print it. What did you scratch up about this Quincy? Well, he stepped

out of a very lucrative private practice to do this. Makes about a tenth of what he could.

Man of character. Refreshing.

Quincy, I just want you to know that you have my full support in the preparation of your

evidence. I mean, I really, really appreciate the pressures on you. Well, we get used to

those things, don't we? And given time, we put all the pieces together. I guess I'm just

not making myself clear. We don't have any time, Quincy. I mean, I just spoke to Deputy

Mayor Lefebvre about the inquest. What inquest? We don't have a case. What are you talking

about? Let's not get upset. Now, this case is just too big for us to be sitting around

on our evidence. Our evidence? What evidence? We have a smashed mirror with no apparent

cause, an unexplained contusion, a fresh copy of the Alcride with a picture of Roberta Rhodes

on the front page, and this. That's an empty evidence bag. That's right. An empty

bag which should contain an empty barbiturate bottle, but a dozen because there was none

at the scene. And so, for my next step, I'm going to go home and go to sleep because I

can't even think straight anymore.

Quincy. Good idea. You just get some rest. I just wanted to mention that Deputy Mayor

Lefebvre is already requesting a jury. Why don't you tell the Deputy Mayor that turned

blue, doesn't he? There isn't even a case that he wants to...

No, it's exhaustion, Sam. Well, once you get a couple hours shut eye, you'll feel better.

Not me, Quincy. Oh, good, good.

Dr. Quincy, Paul Riordan, about crime. No comment.

Well, I'm not trying to pester you when to comment, Doctor. I was hoping you'd be receptive

to one of mine. Well, I'm sorry to disappoint you.

Doctor, I have highly confidential information concerning this Rhodes' death. Someone was

with her last night when she died. A lover.

Who? Oh, well, not so fast, Doctor. This information

is worth an exclusive. An exclusive for the Alcride. Isn't that the paper that reports

love affairs between movie stars who never even met one another?

You know, Doctor, our newspaper has the largest circulation of any newspaper in the United

States. Now, I know that's hard to believe, but we are very important to people because

we publish what other newspapers are afraid to print.

Or too honest to print. Now, aren't you prejudging what I'm about

to say? For instance, what would the public think when they learn that Miss Rhodes was

with Congressman Charles Sinclair when she died?

Raiden, you better get out of here before I lose my temper.

Now, we have reason to believe that he's implicated in a lot more than suicide.

Then why don't you go to the police? I dare you.

Well, we're a weekly, Doctor. Now, if I went to the police, it would be in every headline

before I could publish it. And you think I want to sit on this news?

Well, yes, because you don't believe me. So you'll check it out.

You really are very sure of yourself, aren't you?

No, I'm sure of you. I happen to know that you know the Congressman personally.

You better get out of here, Raiden. Now. Now, it's not going to look good, Doctor, when

the public knows that you deliberately covered up information.

And I'm telling you, Charles Sinclair was with Roberta Rhodes in her bedroom last night.

But, Charlie, drop spot number six. Nobody wants to hear about it.

Number six. Wait a minute. That's the offshore oil spot. That's vital here, Pat. They just

had a big spill in Oxnard last week. Research says it's a negative. Everybody's

more concerned about gasoline shortages. Pat, we have to talk about this.

Use it at the colleges if you want to. But we're not going to buy air time to promote

a negative issue. Hey, Congressman.

Quincey. What the heck are you doing here? Don't you need votes?

Sure, but you wouldn't vote for me. Your doctors are all rich and conservative. I'm a flaming

liberal, haven't you heard? Well, I'm not exactly a medical mogul, you

know. I did give up my practice. You gave up medicine?

No, I didn't give up medicine. I joined the coroner's office. I'm a medical examiner.

You're kidding. I don't care about a thing like that. Listen,

I've been hearing what you've been saying about the offshore oil safeguards. I agree

with you. I live at the beach. You know, you couldn't be more right. Keep saying it and

don't listen to your friends. Oh, we'll stay on it. Maybe not with the

paid spots, but I'm going to get that legislation up when I'm elected.

Anybody can. Hey, can I buy you some coffee?

Sure, Cap. Good to see you.

Listen, I'm sorry to hear about you and Charlotte, the separation.

Well, you knew that there were some problems between us, you know, and each one of different

things. You know, I don't begrudge her wanting to spend

her money skiing, but I'm a professional meddler. If I can't be busy changing the world for

the better, I'm not happy. Listen to me. You're campaigning. I'm always making sense, which

makes my reason for being here more absurd. But I got to do it, Charles. I got to ask

you something. It's my job. Your job? What does the coroner's office

have to do with me? Roberta Rhodes.

Okay, cameras in position one. Stand by to roll.

I see. Charles, we're just about ready to roll tape.

Yeah, I'll be with you in a minute. Quince, I know Roberta. I knew her.

We were even seeing each other for a while. Is that what you wanted to ask me about?

No. And did you see her last night? Oh, then heavens no. I haven't seen her for

weeks. We broke it off when I announced my candidacy.

Then you can't account for last night? Absolutely. I was at campaign headquarters all

evening with a couple dozen people. Hey, Charles, do you have any idea how much

this studio costs an hour? Go to work. Go to work. Will you, Congressman?

God, it's good to see you. Nice to see you.

Why don't you stick around for a minute? No, I can't. I got to get back to work. But

lunch sometime we'll have a talk. I'm gonna count on it.

All right. You gonna vote for me?

You do the right things, I will. Okay.

Thirty seconds to tape. My daughter was murdered by Congressman

Charles Sinclair. I don't understand something, Mrs. Rhodes.

Why now? Why didn't you tell us this last night?

I was afraid. I can't tell you how afraid I was.

Oh, it's no secret. He and Roberta were having an affair and is worried his political backers

and they insisted that it end. You see, she wasn't good enough. She wasn't

clean enough for their paragon of human virtue. Well, early last evening, Roberta went to

his apartment and, I don't know, something must have happened because he followed her

back here around ten o'clock. I saw him arrive in that Jaguar he drives.

It's a mean sounding car. I never mistake that sound.

They haven't let up for weeks and they're not going to.

Roberta, you're being silly and hysterical. I'm not. Newspaper has made me look like

a prostitute. You could stop them, Charles. I know you could.

Look at me. Roberta, look at me. I'm running for the United States Senate.

I could very well lose and we can't afford to be seen together, not while this candle

sheet's on us and not until Charlotte and I are divorced.

It wouldn't matter if you loved me. Stop being infantile. My backers have read

me the riot act. I've got to clean up my life.

Clean up your life? Am I the dirt in your life? Is that what that means?

Exactly. I clean it up when they're finished with me.

Stop that. Leave her alone. No, no, no.

No, no, Charlie, please. Stop it. Stop it. Charlie, no, no.

And when I came to, he was standing over her and she was dead.

What did you do? I pretended I was still unconscious until

after he'd gone. Mrs. Rhodes, would you show us where the congressman

gets you? Yes, certainly.

That's a bad bruise, Quincy. I'm sorry. And then later on, after he'd gone, I telephoned

the police. And between then and the time that you arrived,

one of Charles' henchmen phoned me and threatened my life if I were to tell you what I'm telling

you now. You have no idea who threatened you?

No, no, except that he said he worked for Charles. He had a very deep voice and his

language was obscene. All right, Mrs. Rhodes, we'll give you round

o'clock protection. Oh, thank you, Lieutenant.

What's with you, Quincy? You're sick. I don't believe her.

I knew Charles Sinclair in the days when he was a public defender.

Which explains your objectivity. Listen, now, I know you gotta speak to the

congressman, but will you be soft? For once in your life, will you be discreet?

I appreciate it, Quincy. I'm always soliciting good advice on how to do my job.

Will you listen to me? There are newspapers in this town that are laying for him.

If they even get a hint that he was involved with Roberta Rhodes on the night of her death,

they'll crucify him. This is hard evidence, Quincy. Concrete, stand

up and court testimony. Oh, you know why she wanted me here?

I say murder, she gets two million dollars. I say suicide, she gets nothing.

She made a formal statement in writing. I don't care if it's written in blood.

I spoke to Charles Sinclair this morning and he told me he hasn't seen him for weeks

and I believe him. You spoke to Charles Sinclair this morning?

Well, he's an old pal. You knew about him and Roberta Rhodes?

Well, really, you know, the aqua he tipped me in her.

Quincy, you hear me and hear me good. The next time you get tipped, no matter how

or who, I want that information on my desk immediately and not two hours later.

And if it happens again, I'm citing you on suppression of evidence.

Are you trying to tell me that you've been here? Oh, honey, look at all this scraping

you did all by yourself. I told you not to do that.

Well, I don't mind. Besides, I got some sleep.

Yeah, I'll bet you did. Wow. Look at this. You did the work of four sailors.

Look at those calluses. And look what's rolling in.

Where? Up there, clouds.

They're beautiful. Might even be the kinds that have the silver lining.

When you cut it up, you know what happens if rain hits the bare wood?

They're going to swell. They're going to warp. Get to look like roof shingles.

You mean we did all this work just to ruin your ship?

Oh, no, honey. I didn't mean anything like that. We'll beat it.

I just got to get some varnish down before the trouble comes in.

But I can't. Something's wrong?

Oh, Quincy, go do it. You're no good to me the way you are.

I'll varnish. Oh, sure. I'm going to let you varnish.

That you did all the scraping all by yourself.

Quincy, go. I am going to go.

But you're going to promise me that you're going to sit right here and do nothing but sunbathe.

You understand? I want you to relax and sunbathe.

Here, read the magazine. Not that one.

The Handyman.

Quincy. Charlie.

Well, in the world, I don't see you for three years and you turn up twice in one day.

I have to talk to you, Charlie. Sure, come on in.

Can I get you a beer or something?

Right now, the only thing I have a taste for is the truth.

You happen to have any of that on hand?

Roberta. Yep, Roberta.

Quincy, I told you. I haven't seen her.

Charlie, the police are on their way here. Now, they have a sworn statement that you killed her.

Killed her? That's right.

Quincy. Who would say such a thing?

Her mother. Funny.

You take people for granted and then you turn around and they've got your life in their hands.

Remember that old adage, be nice to people on the way up because they can kill you on the way down?

You know, I always just dismissed her as a harmless, irrelevant drunk.

Well, a drunk she may be, but her testimony is far from irrelevant.

It's not true, Quincy. Look, I don't know why she lied, but you've got to believe me.

I couldn't kill Bobby. I loved her.

You loved her?

Yes, I did.

But you did stop seeing her.

Quincy, there are some things that are very hard to explain.

Charlie, Lieutenant Monahan will be here any minute.

Now, Mama's not having any trouble. She has an explanation for everything.

Well, look, I don't understand her statement. Why?

Look, I know she didn't approve of many men in Bobby's life, but to accuse me of murder is crazy.

Well, I think I can fill in the why, but I want you to understand the position you're putting

yourself in if any of your story is untrue.

Now, that's Lieutenant Monahan. Are we ready for him?

Okay.

Quincy.

What?

I did lie.

What?

Not about killing her. That's... But I saw her.

When?

Last night.

Oh, Charlie.

Quincy, I'm sorry. Look, it just seems so innocent. I thought...

No, it... It was too much of a nightmare to repeat.

People just wouldn't understand.

Well, you're gonna have to give him a chance.

Oh, if you'll excuse my rudeness, gentlemen. I, uh... I tried your front door, but it doesn't seem to work.

And your driver, I believe, he was kind enough to let us come up the back way. I hope you don't mind.

No, it's quite all right. I was engrossed in conversation with my old friend. I'm Charles Sinclair.

Oh, yes, surely. Lieutenant Monahan.

Uh, this is Sergeant Burrell. Charles Sinclair.

And this is Miss Polk. Would you sit down, would you?

You don't mind, Congressman? Sit down, Miss Polk. Miss Polk's my stenographer.

Well, now, I trust you two gentlemen have come up with, uh, something quotable?

Oh, look there, Monahan. I resent that. There's been no commotion here.

Never mind what you resent. I resent private investigating on public time.

Now, I think it only fair to inform you, Congressman, that you've been formally accused of murdering Roberta Rhodes by her mother.

And, uh, oh, Miss Polk here, she has a, uh, type copy of her testimony, which you can either accept or deny.

I suggest you read it.

That won't be necessary. Quincy's already filled me in.

Oh, he has, has he? Well, then, that should make it a lot easier for you.

What have you to say to the allegation? It's a blatant lie.

All right. Now, if it wouldn't inconvenience our city medical examiner, the police department would like hearing your story firsthand.

And Miss Polk here, she'll take it down for public record. Public record?

Come on, Monahan, you can't...

Naturally, Congressman, I'll keep all the facts as confidential as I can, providing it all seems to work out.

Well, we appreciate that. And so will Chief Thomas. The mayor and the governor, they're enthusiastic supporters of Chuck's.

Quincy? Lieutenant?

Pat Doyle, my campaign manager.

How do you do?

Pretend like I'm not even here. You go right ahead with your statement and, uh, let the record show it's completely voluntary.

We're all very anxious for this matter to be completely put to rest, you understand?

Do you were about to say something, Charlie?

Tell us about last night.

Well, uh, she was demanding more of me. She wanted more of some sort of commitment.

She came here to the apartment last night. She was depressed and angry.

Bobby, you know you're not to come here. There could be reporters following you.

What do you expect? It was a dear John phone call. You don't even have the decency to tell me to my face?

For once. Well, you faced the realities. I'm running for the Senate. That's what you're doing.

What about my life? What about my career? I can't even get a decent picture anymore, Charlie.

What's happened to us? We love each other.

The campaign happened.

I went for a swim this morning, and do you know if there were reporters in the trees?

We can stop them. All we have to do is tell them the truth.

That we love each other. I'm being threatened with the loss of my major supporters. That means I could lose it all.

And I've worked hard for it. What about what I've worked hard for? Huh?

Everything that I've worked for is right down the drain now.

I could get it back, though. All I have to do is have a talk with Reardon about us.

What is that?

You wouldn't do that. Why not?

They're only after me because of you.

And you're just like all the rest of them. My mother, the studio, all of them.

The takers, every single one of them. Well, I'm sick and tired of giving.

If you walk out on me, Charlie, I'll give that outcry everything it wants.

That's absurd. Now just stop it!

I'm sorry. I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

You don't love me anymore.

It's over, isn't it? You don't even have the guts to say it.

It's all right. It doesn't matter.

It doesn't matter. Nothing matters.

Bobby.

Why, Charlie? Why?

Please, please.

For a while she couldn't control her crying.

Then she seemed to calm down and she went into the bathroom to fix herself up.

And she fixed herself up and then drove home?

Yes. Later that night, about 12.30, when I was driving home from a campaign meeting,

I heard the news of her death over the car radio. I immediately drove up to Benedict Canyon.

I saw what was going on. I heard all sorts of rumors. Murder, suicide, drug overdose, attempted rape works.

And then I drove home. I'll never forget that drive home.

Charlie, why didn't you come forward with this last night?

The congressman's actions were perfectly understandable, Doctor.

I mean, he was just trying to avoid unnecessary involvement in a death that he had nothing to do with.

Well, why don't you let him speak for himself?

He's right, Quincy. I was afraid.

That bruise under her eye, she didn't have that when she was with you last night?

No.

No.

Oh, you were there too, Mr. Doyle.

She didn't have it, Quincy.

Well, I think that'll be enough for now. I'm leaving, Doctor. Or are you a house guest?

No, I'm leaving.

Congressman, Mr. Doyle, I'll keep in touch.

So, this is the lab report on the Rhodes telephone.

There were little slivers of glass embedded in the phone case, and there were no fingerprints.

Clearly it was the phone that broke the mirror. That means that Mrs. Rhodes was telling the truth.

It means that it's homicide clear and simple, and I am telling Lefebvre that we are ready to go.

Wait a minute, will you?

Maybe Roberta Rhodes threw the telephone at the mirror in a fit of temper.

Against whom, our mother?

Why not?

Why not?

Maybe she was angry at the person at the other end of the phone.

That's a lot better explanation for throwing a princess telephone in self-defense.

Quincy, what's it going to take?

I can't hold Lefebvre off any longer, and when he hears about Mrs. Rhodes' stay time...

The time. That's all I'm asking for. It's a little time.

Don't pick up the phone and say we're ready when we're not.

I mean, if he forces the issue, I'll understand. I promise you that.

No heel dragging.

No heel dragging.

You're getting in line.

Getting in line.

Take your licks.

Take my licks.

And the rest of the team.

Yes, just give me a little time. That's all.

Let me in here. I'm gonna bust some hips.

All right, I don't call the deputy mayor. But if he calls me, I'm not giving him any more excuses.

No, okay.

Quincy, we've got a problem on the second floor.

A guy trying to get in to see Roberta Rhodes says he's her husband.

Oh, no.

Do you have any say here?

Yes, I do, Mr. Tucker. Okay, I recognize him. Come on.

I guess they're not football fans.

See, the press has been using any boost they can to get in there and take pictures.

Look, all I want to do is see Bobby.

Okay. I'll make the arrangements.

Her mother's gonna want a circus. Roberta wouldn't want that.

But I guess it'll be what she gets.

Well, it's really up to what you and Mrs. Rhodes decide.

Ex-husbands don't count for much, Doc.

But if there's anything that needs to be done, any expenses, anything, I'll be there.

I'll always be there, honey.

When did you find out about it?

Yesterday.

Oh, do I have an alibi? I was in Europe.

Oh, I didn't mean anything like that, honest.

She loved violets.

We're gonna have to see that she gets fresh violets every day.

Maybe you could see that Mrs. Rhodes gets this.

It was one of Roberta's favorites.

I think she might want a place where people could see it.

We are most of us very lonely in this world.

Those of you who have loved ones, cling to them and thank God.

Did she take her own life?

We don't know yet.

I'll be around.

I don't get it. What does it mean?

It means my job. If anyone finds out I showed you this, it doesn't hit the street for two days.

Well, it's not right. Quincey's a good guy. He's not involved in any conspiracy.

You don't have to tell me about Quincey. From what I hear, he is the best.

But my boss is out to bring down Congressman Sinclair, and he doesn't care if he crushes Quincey along the way.

Well, who the hell is your boss that gives the right to print that kind of thing?

Mr. Reardon, my boss, has almost got the proof we need that Sinclair murdered Roberta Rhodes.

Oh, come on. Quincey's not even sure it's a murder.

Mr. Reardon has got a tape that would change your mind.

It would change Quincey's mind too, but he doesn't trust him. He thinks he's part of the cover-up.

Now, I personally do not believe that.

I think that I can get Mr. Reardon to kill this story, forget about Quincey, and go after Sinclair with both barrels, if you will just give us a little help.

Wait a minute. I just saw his office door open. He's free. Now, are you with me or not?

What is it?

This is Freddy Voss. He works for Dr. Quincey down at the coroner's office.

I have nothing further to say to Dr. Quincey or to any of his subordinates.

He wants to help us.

Look, I gave Quincey a chance. I told him what was going on. He chose to ignore me, or he was ordered to.

Mr. Reardon, I've done some checking, and I am convinced that Dr. Quincey would welcome someone blowing the lid off the Sinclair case.

Right now, his hands are tied. He'd lose his job if he revealed his findings.

And he sent this man to leak the truth to us?

Oh, no, no, no, no. He can't know anything about this arrangement. It would put him in a terrible spot.

Freddy here would have to do that on his own.

What? You mean me leak official records?

Yeah, well, I don't know that I'm interested. I'm not sure I want to let Quincey keep his job.

Mr. Reardon, I'm trying to tell you, Dr. Quincey is caught in a vice.

And unless we let Freddy here leak us the reports, as they become available to us...

No, no, no, I don't know if I can do that, Floyd.

He doesn't know. You offer him a deal, and he reneges before I even accept it.

Now, will you just get out of here, Floyd? This headline runs, and we go after Quincey.

Now, wait a second. Maybe I'd be willing to help, sir, if I could only hear the tape.

You told him about the tape?

Uh, Mr. Reardon, I'm sorry. You see, I thought that...

Floyd, please, leave us. I want to talk to Mr. Voss alone.

I'm sorry, Mr. Reardon. I just wanted to keep a nice guy from getting hurt.

Mr. Reardon, he was only trying to help. I promise I won't tell anyone.

Yes, well, the damage is done.

Looks like I'm forced to trust you.

What was the date?

The 19th.

The night Roberta died.

Yes?

Hello, Miss Rhodes. Paul Reardon. How are you?

How am I? I'm exhausted.

Exhausted? Whatever from?

You've ruined everything.

Oh, Miss Rhodes, I don't think that's quite fair.

Wouldn't it be more accurate to say that Mr. Charles Sinclair...

Mr. Reardon, I'm scared. Scared for my life.

Is that why you don't want to talk? Because Mr. Sinclair threatened your life?

Please.

Well, has he or hasn't he? Has Mr. Sinclair threatened your life?

Yes.

Oh, you poor thing. I can understand your terror. It's hard to believe.

A man who wants to become a senator so much, he doesn't care whether people like you, people who care about him, wind up by the wayside.

Now, if I may make a suggestion or two, in your own interest, of course, and I...

Miss Rhodes? Are you still there, Miss Rhodes?

Any questions?

What do you want from me?

I'll keep Quincy from getting caught in a squeeze.

If you get me everything that comes out of the coroner's office that they turn up with during their investigation.

All right.

Okay. I just hope I've done the right thing, protecting Quincy.

You have.

Floyd, I want you in my office right now.

Now, you did very nicely, Floyd. You have a real flair. I think you're gonna do very well on this paper.

Dr. Gressy, I'd like you to meet Roy Keefer, ball group, CB, life and casualty.

How are you, Doc? We're the carriers for Roberta Rhodes.

You're a fast-moving outfit.

What can I do for you?

You know, six months ago, she, uh, insured her life with us for one million dollars.

Now, I'm sure I look pretty foolish filing law to men of your profession, but a suicide would terminate our obligation to pay the death benefit.

And murder would mean a two million dollar double indemnity.

If indeed it is a murder. But according to Dr. Aston's description, the barbituric poisoning...

That would, uh, make that seem most unlikely, wouldn't you say?

Unlikely, yes. Impossible, no.

Excuse me a minute, sir.

Sure.

What's going on here?

That insurance brokerage is a private carrier. Has no right to anything until it's announced.

Really, doctor? I've known Roy Keefer for 20 years. He's a reputable broker and a darn nice guy.

Now, what's the harm?

The harm is his private business has no right inside these gates.

Doctor, your nerves are showing. I would remember that we are all on the same side.

Then he'll understand why he's out.

Mr. Keefer.

Doctor.

The slide you're looking at, that was taken from the contusion at the corner of Miss Rose's eye.

Now, Sam and I guessed jeweler's alloy last night.

And Sam's powwow with the metal arrow just confirms it.

All right, now, what I see here is that she was struck by a piece of jewelry, no doubt connected to some human appendage.

And not too long before she died.

Otherwise, the swelling on her eye would have been more than incipient.

Put the photo enlargement on the screen. I want him to see the impact, Pater.

All right.

It looks as if someone's ring caught her just beside the super-orbital ridge.

But then we could have murder.

We could have, we could have. Right now, all we have is that someone struck her.

Well, right, but one thing certainly suggests the other.

Well, don't you? Maybe, maybe not.

Now, wait a minute. What kind of an answer is that? The evidence is clear.

Quincy, why are you hedging?

The contusion under her eye. It's more than two hours old.

She had it when she was with Charles Sinclair. He lied. All right?

We were very good friends, the three of us. He, his wonderful wife Charlotte, myself.

I remember the day she gave him her ring. He loved it. He still wears it.

It's gold and it's platinum. The same alloy that struck Miss Rhodes.

Certainly, Dr. Astin, I'll be happy to cooperate.

You sink in deeper with every lie.

Take off the ring and give it to me.

Why?

Because I have busted my butt giving you four months of the best political management money can buy.

Because of me, you can win, Charlie boy.

Now, put yourself together. Look, she's dead.

There's nothing we can do now to change it.

You're all muscle and bone, aren't you, Doyle? You don't understand a thing.

I understand it, Charlie. Now, you understand me.

There's no time and no money for losers. If you want that Senate seat, you do exactly as I say.

Look, stop thinking like a loser, Charlie. Give me the ring.

What do you think you're doing?

What does it look like I'm doing? I'm varnishing.

I know how to walk on a varnish boat. You told me you were going to sunbathe, that you were going to relax. You weren't going to do anything.

No, that's what you told me I was going to do. But this is what I'm doing.

Give me the brush.

No, no. Get your own brush. Come on. Varnishing's what we decided to do in the first place, so let's do it.

Can't talk you out of it?

No.

You know something? You're a very beautiful girl, but you're very stubborn, too.

Oh. Yeah?

Quincy, this is Sam. You'd better come right away. It's very important.

What do you got, Sam?

It's a match on the congressman's ring, Quincy.

The ridges on the design face fit the shape of the contusion perfectly. The congressman had to be the one to hit her.

Any epidermal tracings?

Nothing. No skin oils, no residues. It's got to be the cleanest ring in North America.

Sure. He cleaned it before he gave it to you.

Quincy, you're going to tell Lieutenant Monahan, aren't you? The ring, Quincy, it's handmade. The only one like it in the world. It's kind of evidence. Cops love.

Damn, and all he proves he bopped her doesn't prove he killed her, doesn't even place him at the scene. Look, I know he lied to us, but I just can't believe he killed Roberta Rhodes, that's all.

Quincy?

I'll tell them, Sam. I will tell them. First thing in the morning.

Good morning.

Oh, no, wait a minute. Where'd you park that hearse?

How many times I have to tell you it's not a hearse?

Did you park that in front of this place again?

Don't ask. It's only weird down here. Here, the keys park it wherever you want.

Tell the place I tend to buy washed dishes.

Hey, Doc, remember me?

Oh, you're a hard man to forget. Kiefer and you're an insurer.

I'm flattered. I'm flattered. How are you, Doctor?

This is Daniel DeSoto, Dr. Quincy.

How do you do?

It's a pleasure, Doc. Why don't you join us?

No, whenever I duck it here for a drink, I never talk business.

It'll just take a second. It's kind of important. You know, I've been doing some research on you.

On me?

You know something? You are almost broke.

Always.

What else did you find out about me?

Well, you're a contradiction. One minute you're banging on the gates of hell, the next you're bucking for sainthood.

You know what they say about Variety?

Yes, sir. It's a great aphrodisiac.

You know something else I found out about you, too?

You're very active in trying to keep alive a camp for 280 kids up in Monterey.

Here's your drink, Scotch and water.

Wow. You really are thorough, aren't you?

But the camp is going to go under. It won't last out the summer.

I was talking with one of my vice presidents. The guy is crazy about kids, absolutely crazy about kids.

He said he'd like to contribute about $250,000. Keep that camp going for a lot of years.

In exchange for?

The truth. A suicide verdict in the Roberta Rhodes death.

You're trying to bribe me.

That's right. But if you tell anybody, I'll deny it.

Yeah, but I got a witness.

Well, what do you say?

Absolutely no.

Absolutely.

You know, you are a child. You're a six-year-old kid who lives in a never-never land.

Don't you ever look out to one of those covers and see what's happening in the real world?

Man, I'm talking about $2 million. $2 million!

Do you know that I could have somebody killed for $2,000?

I could have a contract out on somebody for $2,000 and have a hundred guys standing in line waiting to take the job.

Mr. Keefer, that doesn't make you right in me room.

Right a room? Do you think Riordan was interested in what's right or wrong?

Do you think Roberta Rhodes' mother is interested in what's right or wrong?

No, she would lie, steal, cheat, suppress any evidence she can to get her hands on that money.

But she's predictable. We can handle her.

But you, you idealists, you're gonna bankrupt us.

Why don't you try taking for a change? Maybe you'll like it.

Mr. Keefer?

Didn't he forget something?

No.

I'm afraid he did. I'm afraid.

Are you sure?

Yes, I am sure. Excuse me.

Very nice meeting you. Really, what? Oh, hi, Lee. Lee, I like your meet. I'm sorry, what's your name again?

Danielle.

Oh, DeSoto. Yes, like the card we remember. Very nice meeting you. This is Li... You're not gonna believe this.

An insurance guy comes and...

There are no strings on either of us, Quince. Your life is your own.

Only please, not while I'm varnishing your lousy boat.

Listen, I hate to interrupt your true love, Bresbrook. I want you to listen to this.

Honey, I'm explaining to the lady that...

Now, what is this dramatic breakthrough?

We have incontrovertible evidence that Roberta Rhodes was savagely beaten moments before her death.

Microscopic analysis of a ring belonging to a major political figure was performed by the city coroner.

This analysis proves that it was this political figure wearing this ring who mercilessly beat and subsequently murdered Roberta Rhodes by forced barbiturate poison.

To whom did this ring belong?

Congressman Charles Sinclair.

What's this all about?

Quincey!

Adam, Sam, I want everybody in here. Every doctor, every janitor, every secretary, every technician. I don't want them here on the double!

Bad news travels faster than I do.

How could you do it, Quincey? A piece of evidence like that ring, how could you hold that back from me?

Look, I only got the report two hours ago. You were home then, not at the station. Besides, I knew there was an explanation for this. I thought I might find out what it was.

By morning, no doubt.

You are not a district attorney. You are not a detective. You are a scientist. Your job is to interpret evidence, not conceal it.

But Charlie Sinclair is a friend of mine!

Look, your friend lied to you on two separate occasions. What makes you think he's not going to try for three?

He may have changed, but he's not a murderer.

Clara Rhodes saw him hit Roberta Rhodes and forced barbiturates down her throat, and I believe her.

And I don't.

Fellas, you'll both have your day in court. The inquest goes tomorrow morning.

What?

What do you think I could hold Lefebvre off after this bombshell?

But I need more time!

Oh, really? A few hours ago, you seemed to think you could handle everything before morning.

Well, that's what you have. Until tomorrow morning.

There are some of you here whose face and name I don't know. I'm going to have to do something about that.

Because we're a family.

Now, nobody's going to ever accuse you of being overpaid.

We all know there's a lot more money to be made on the outside.

Any of you want a piece of that action? Nobody can fault you for going after it.

But if you choose to stay here, then you must not, you cannot, violate the code of confidentiality that exists in this office.

It's just too darned important!

A leak from this office can let a murderer go free to murder again.

A man is going to have to face a coroner's inquest and probably be indicted for murder.

I happen to think he's innocent. But I needed more time to prove it.

One of you took that time away from me and him.

One of you disgraced this office. And whoever you are, you better get out of here.

And you better get out of here now.

Go back to work.

I am Robert J. Aston, A-S-T-I-N, MD Administrative Deputy Coroner for the City of Los Angeles.

The purpose of any inquest is to bring to light pertinent information surrounding a death.

Now with us at the Mayor's request is a standing jury who will hear, examine the evidence,

and recommend to the District Attorney whether or not he should proceed upon an investigation of murder.

Now this is not a court of law, but it is a legal court of inquiry.

Dr. Quincy is the presiding medical examiner, Lieutenant Monahan, the police homicide liaison.

And let the record show that one of the subpoenaed witnesses, Charles Sinclair, is not in attendance.

The bailiff will make every attempt to please find out why and notify the appropriate marshals.

Dr. Quincy, would you state for this body the official cause of death?

The Scrooge's death was caused by an overdose of barbiturates.

I believe they were self-administered and with forethought. Our intent? Suicide.

Order. Order.

Lieutenant Monahan, is the police department in agreement with this finding?

No, we are not. While an overdose of barbiturates is what killed Miss Rhodes,

there is circumstantial evidence and conflicting testimony which makes it impossible for my office to dismiss the feasibility of murder.

Order.

Then it is the immediate task of this body to examine that evidence and testimony.

No empty barbiturate container was found anywhere about the bedroom or the premises.

Now there was a dressing room mirror that was shattered, we believe, by a thrown telephone.

And the telephone in question was wiped clean of fingerprints by a party or parties unknown.

There was a fresh bruise at the corner of Miss Rhodes' eye.

In studying the bruise, Dr. Quincy and I discovered platinum gold tracings.

This, with a pattern of the contusion, suggested that she'd been hit by a piece of jewelry. Probably a ring.

Then you compared the contusion with a ring worn by Congressman Charles Sinclair and discovered what?

It was a perfect match.

Mrs. Rhodes, in your statement you alleged that Charles Sinclair was beating your daughter when you entered.

You attempted saving her and you yourself were beaten unconscious.

Yes. He struck me with his fist.

Right.

And you were the one who was beaten unconscious.

You were beaten unconscious. Yes. He struck me with his fist.

Right there.

If there are no further questions, Lieutenant.

I have none. And you, Dr. Quincy.

Oh yes, yes.

Yes. Mrs. Rhodes, I understand that your daughter's life was recently insured for a million dollars.

Yes. Roberta knew that if anything happened to her that I'd be left with nothing. It was at her urging, actually.

The policy is what, about six months old?

So the decision this panel makes is rather important to you, isn't it?

Suicide releases the insurance company from paying the death benefit and murder means double indemnity.

That's a two million dollar double indemnity.

Yes, that's all the more reason why Roberta would never take her own life.

She loved me.

Why should she take out such a policy if she were the kind of girl who was going to kill herself?

Leave me all alone with nothing.

We had a reporter watching her house day and night.

He saw Sinclair arrive and go inside.

Was this alleged reporter on the property?

No, he was outside the fence on public property.

However, Mrs. Rhodes' bedroom opens into a corridor which can be observed through glass doors.

He used a telephoto lens.

Do you have the pictures?

Unfortunately, no. Well, he's new. He used the raw exposure.

Let the record show that our lab technicians were unable to see Mrs. Rhodes' bedroom from outside the fence.

Even while using a telephoto lens.

Order, order.

Let the record also show that this is hearsay.

For all we know, complete fabrication.

If there really is a reporter who saw the murder, why isn't he here now?

He is.

I was there.

I saw Congressman Sinclair go into the house.

I only saw half the room, but it was the busy half.

I have never been so frightened in my entire life.

I heard screaming and crying, and then it was quiet.

It was a long time before the congressman left.

Dr. Aston?

Hello.

Why didn't you take this information to the police?

I was afraid.

Oh, afraid. For your life. Come on now.

I didn't mean I was afraid of losing my life. I was afraid of losing my job.

You see, I wasn't standing on the street, as I told Mr. Reardon.

When I saw the congressman arrive and I heard the screaming,

I moved in closer, right onto private property.

That's when I saw the congressman standing over Miss Rhodes' body.

She was not moving.

I knew I could be fired if I told anyone exactly what I saw.

Mr. Reardon has very strict rules.

Do you know what the penalty is for perjury?

Dr. Aston, I must protest.

Dr. Aston, the outcry has stolen confidential documents from the coroner's office,

and now I believe they have resorted to perjury.

Doctor, may I speak?

Now I haven't finished yet!

Quincy, Quincy.

You may speak, Mr. Reardon, if it's pertinent.

It is very pertinent.

Now, this personal cohort of Charles Sinclair is confusing issues

in an attempt to delay these proceedings.

We have two eyewitnesses to murder right here in this room.

Clara Rhodes and Floyd Baker.

Now, with the lethal ring already in evidence,

what more does the district attorney need to initiate a warrant for murder?

Order, order, order!

Mr. Reardon, your observation is notwithstanding,

this inquiry will determine what the district attorney needs.

Dr. Quincy, do you have any further questions?

No, sir.

Lieutenant Monahan, do you have any further questions?

None.

Well, it's already two and a half minutes past noon.

I suggest that we adjourn until two o'clock,

at which time I will ask the jury to consider their findings.

How's it going?

Rup.

Sinclair never showed.

You did the best you could, Quincy.

Well, if you ask me, Charlie Sinclair let you down.

Gotta admit, an innocent man doesn't run.

Do you know anybody who goes voluntarily to their own lynching?

Mary Quincy, I've got an all points out for him as of now.

He's a fugitive.

Quincy, I gotta talk to you.

No, no, buddy.

Quincy, I gotta.

It was me. I thought I was helping you.

What do you mean helping? What are you talking about?

They conned me, Quincy.

Up in Reardon's office, they had a tape.

What tape? Who?

A tape of a phone conversation between Roberta Rhodes

and the outcry the night that she died.

Wait a minute.

Are you telling me there's a telephone conversation

between Roberta Rhodes and Reardon, and they've got it on tape?

Yeah, yeah. He tapes all his calls. He's got a wall full of them.

Sam, get the bail if I want a court order.

Well, that's not gonna do any good, you see,

because the tape's got Roberta Rhodes threatening

to have Reardon killed by Sinclair.

Quince, you need a tape like that, like a hole in the head.

Sam, if that tape says what Buddy thinks it says,

do you think Reardon would miss the opportunity

to play it here for this audience?

You think the tape was doctored?

I'll bet Sinclair's life and my career on it.

Move it, Sam. You wait here, honey.

Come on.

Quincy, Quincy. I'm sorry.

Let's try to make up for it. Come on.

Where are they going in such a hurry?

Men's room.

Hey, what is this? You better hold it right there, buster.

It's not Nazi Germany.

That's right. It's California, and this is a California court order

for evidence suppressed from a murder investigation. Read it.

This is the one.

Date of night before last.

I want the phone call they edited to make that one.

As you know, Mr. Reed,

the job of the medical examiner's office

is to examine all physical evidence involved in the loss of life.

But there is another part to our job,

which maybe even you don't know too much about.

It's called a psychiatric autopsy.

Now, in apparent suicides,

it's more important than physical evidence.

You see, I've been looking for that missing link

in the chain of events that finally drove Miss Rhodes over the edge

and made her kill herself.

Doctor, your biggest missing link is Congressman Charles Sinclair.

I apologize for interrupting your testimony.

Thanks.

I'm afraid I owe more than an apology to this court.

Thank you, Congressman Sinclair.

There are more than apologies to be considered here.

Some very serious charges have been made against you.

I understand that.

And I assume full responsibility for Roberta Rhodes' death.

All right, calm down. Just calm down.

Now, Congressman, if you wish to make a statement for the record,

the police department is represented by Lieutenant Monahan.

Yes, I would.

Quincy, I'm sorry. I lied to you.

I, uh, I hit Roberta.

Give me five minutes.

I know everything. I found some new evidence.

Please, Charlie, give me five minutes.

Dr. Astin, before you let the congressman testify,

I was about to introduce some new evidence

which I believe will have a strong bearing on the outcome of this hearing.

Quincy, it certainly can't be more important.

Everybody in this room will be enlightened, including the congressman,

by a tape we just obtained from Mr. Reardon's office

of a phone conversation he had with Ms. Rhodes on the night she died.

The night she died?

Doctor, that tape was illegally obtained

and is not admissible evidence in a court of law.

This is not a court of law, Mr. Reardon.

This is a coroner's inquest.

Would you like us to assume that you object to the jury

hearing that conversation with Ms. Rhodes?

Well, someone could misunderstand.

I have nothing to hide.

I'm a reporter in search of the truth.

Thank you. Sam.

Is it possible, Mr. Reardon,

that you were the last person to be with Ms. Rhodes on the night she died

and not Congressman Sinclair?

Don't be ridiculous, Quincy.

Oh, I don't mean in person,

but maybe you spoke to her on the telephone.

This is going to cost you a fortune in litigation.

Ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

listen carefully and please note the mention of the hour.

Hello.

Hello, Ms. Rhodes. Paul Reardon.

How are you?

Exhausted.

Really? So early?

It's not quite 11.30.

Have we been overdoing it tonight, Ms. Rhodes?

Well, listen, you can go to sleep in five minutes

and with a clear conscience.

All you have to do is corroborate what we already know,

that you and Charles Sinclair were having a love affair.

Leave me alone.

No, no, no, no. We don't hang up, Ms. Rhodes.

Not unless we want outcry going nudie.

We wouldn't want to be a centerfold now, would we, Ms. Rhodes?

Go ahead. I don't care.

Ah, you're depressed.

I'm sorry.

But please, don't make us print those skin shots.

I mean, we can make them look like you were entertaining the Los Angeles Rams.

Oh.

You are so filthy.

What do you want from me, huh?

You know very well what we want.

Why don't you tell him and get it over with?

Go to bed, Mother.

Stupid girl, he doesn't love you.

Go to bed.

Go to bed, Mother.

I always were a stupid girl.

If it wasn't for me, you'd be fat and pregnant with that garage mechanic.

Or still married to that football bum.

Hello, Ms. Rhodes. Hello.

Are you still there, Ms. Rhodes?

Yes. I'm still here.

Well, that's fortunate. For a moment I thought I'd been cut off.

You have been cut off.

You're not getting anything from me.

Oh, well, now that's unwise. Terribly unwise.

Mr. Reardon, please, you've done just about everything that you can do to me.

You made me look like a prostitute.

Please, stop it.

I can't hear you, Ms. Rhodes. Would you repeat that for me?

Why do you hate him? What did he ever do to you?

Oh, well, I tell you, I hate bleeding hearts with sloppy morals.

Would you just stop the calls? Please, just stop the calls.

No, Ms. Rhodes. The outcry never stops until it gets its man. Now you know that.

Now make it easy on yourself.

Tell us about the congressman.

Get it off your lovely chest and let us serve it up to the people.

You're sick.

A ten-minute exclusive gets you off the hook, I swear.

We don't want you. In fact, we rather like you.

The person we want is that smiling Ivy Leaguer who wants to sweet talk this country down the toilet.

Now what do you say, Ms. Rhodes? An exclusive or do we escalate?

No! And you know what you can do with your filthy newspaper?

Well, now, I'm disappointed in you, Ms. Rhodes. Let me tell you how disappointed.

From here on in, there's going to be ten reporters following you day and night.

You won't be able to talk to your gardener without it becoming an orgy.

You won't leave your house alone. You won't take a walk alone.

We'll plaster the front page with pictures, naked pictures.

Stop it!

It was you! You! It was you!

And all the time I thought it was him, it was you!

You were my only friend! It was you! It was you!

Please, Rhodes. Take the stand, please.

Oh, does it matter anymore?

It doesn't matter. Your daughter didn't intend for her lover to be accused of her murder.

Roberta had so many people taking from her.

I was one of them, I guess.

But we were afraid that the outcry would ruin her career and she'd lose everything.

I would lose everything.

She'd spoken to me about her anguish over this situation.

And I was no comfort to her.

Oh, Dr. Quincy, this is very difficult for me.

I understand.

Later that night, I just settled down to have a drink and I heard the mirror shatter.

And when I got up to go in, my foot caught in the hem of my dress and I fell.

I fell against the piano and I hit my head.

That's how I got this.

And I was knocked out.

And then when I came to, I went in and it was too late.

It was way too late.

And then I saw the pill bottle on the nightstand.

I was absolutely in shock.

I took the pill bottle.

And the telephone?

Yes, I wiped that off.

I didn't want to be a poor old woman living in a boarding house somewhere alone.

I didn't want to be poor.

Lieutenant, in the light of the change in Mrs. Rhodes' testimony,

does the police department wish to withdraw its objection to Dr. Quincy's verdict of suicide?

The police department will support that verdict.

The coroner's office won't.

What?

I don't believe that a declaration of suicide answers away the behavior that I saw and heard of today.

Now, I heard of abuses today so cold, so vicious, so unrelenting,

that they drove a woman away from that most precious of all possessions, her life.

Now, there is no word that explains that measure of anguish that drove her to her death.

Ladies and gentlemen, let us take a moment and do an accounting of abuses.

Let us do an accounting of 23 scathing articles by Mr. Paul Reardon of the Outcry.

23 weeks of unrelenting abuse punctuated only by heaven knows how many threatening phone calls.

23 weeks of reporters violating her life and her privacy.

And why? Why?

Because she refused to betray the man she loved.

She endured it for him because she loved him.

She endured it for him after he had turned his back on her to pursue his own ambitions.

He was a weak man.

But you, oh, you, Mr. Reardon, you're the one.

You're that special breed of leech that latches on to the gentle souls, the vulnerable, the defenseless.

You chipped away and chipped away at a fellow human being that had never done one iota of harm to you.

You maligned and denigrated and maddened a woman who could turn to no one for help.

And why? To damage a man you had never even met.

You're a sick man, Mr. Reardon, and evil.

You drove her to her death just as sure as if you had plunged a knife into her heart.

And it was premeditated.

23 weeks of premeditated murder.

And if there is a God in his heaven, he certainly knows what you have done.

And his justice is a lot better than ours.

Dr. Quincy, I will turn the results of this hearing over to the district attorney for possible charges of perjury.

And let the record show that Roberta Rhodes died of barbiturate poisoning. Self-induced.

Congressman Sinclair. Congressman.

What happens now? Are you going to withdraw?

I've already done that.

Well, what about the tape? Would you have pulled out if you'd known about that?

I withdrew because of myself. That has nothing to do with the tape.

Congressman, just one question.

Please.

Oh, Quincy.

Nobody could be more ashamed of me than I am.

Does that mean you're going to quit?

My head is in 17 different places. I've got to find out who I am. Where I'm going.

Well, I hope you make it. You know that, Charlie?

Thank you.

Mr. Reardon, what is your response to the charge that the tape was doctored?

I support it wholeheartedly.

You admit that the tape was doctored?

Of course, after it was illegally taken from the offices of Outcry by co-conspirators of Congressman Sinclair.

But you'll be able to read...

Oh, my God!

© BF-WATCH TV 2021