All language subtitles for Quincy, M.E. S02E10 (Unfriendly Radiance)

You okay?

Are you?

Yeah, I don't feel...

His name is Bigelow, accident victim, Otto.

What's so special about it?

His blood breakdown's from outer space.

Was the cocaine he was sniffing?

I can think of a thousand reasons why people lie to you.

You're innocent, you know it and I know it.

Quincy, let's face it, the kid's a loser.

He used to be a loser.

This morning Ray confessed.

Alright, I see a condition I've never seen before in a man alive or dead.

Our friend Bigelow was a walking dead man.

Gentlemen, you are about to enter the fascinating sphere of police work.

The world of forensic medicine.

Here you go honey.

Don't you think a celebration is a bit premature?

Relax, there's nothing to worry about.

He'll be at the airport in an hour.

Well you may have hit him too early with the exposure, Arthur.

Did you see the way he looked when he came in today?

I didn't think he was going to make it to his desk.

He made it.

This way he won't have long after he reaches Mexico.

Hey Don.

Thank you.

Oh these are really beautiful.

Are you sure they're accurate?

You're an engineer, you know they're accurate.

It's the cleanest plutonium reactor they've come up with yet.

Thanks.

You sure there's not going to be any problem with the bank in Mexico City?

Well there's never a problem with the safety deposit box.

Well I'd feel a lot better if I had the money in my pocket right now.

What, you want to carry 20,000 past airport security?

That would be embarrassing for all of us.

Listen, you better be straight, that's all.

I get 10% when the sale is made.

Or else I'll tell you the truth, I'll blow the whistle.

Listen Don, don't worry.

Relax, nothing's going to go wrong.

Everything's in good shape.

With two million bucks on the line, I'm not going to let anything jeopardize this deal.

Have a good trip.

Thanks.

You all right?

Yeah, I'm just tired, that's all.

Well listen, maybe you better not go.

No, no, no, I'm fine.

I'm going.

I mean, I'm going.

Goodbye.

Take care, bye.

He's had it.

He's had it.

Hey, you okay?

Hey, you okay?

Are you?

Yeah, I don't feel good.

Hey look, you want to make some extra money?

What do I got to do, kill somebody?

No, you drive me to the airport, I'll give you this hundred dollars.

You got it.

What's he up to?

I don't know.

But by tomorrow night, it's all going to be on his way back to the mid-east with those plans.

And I'll be two million dollars richer.

No stupid cokehead's going to foul me.

You don't need an airport, man.

You need a hospital.

Yeah, I don't feel good.

Forget the airport.

Make a left here, okay?

Well, I think he just followed up your plan.

Nobody will make it to the airport going in that direction.

And he won't make it there at all.

What about the other guy?

That's his problem.

I'll pick you up here in half an hour.

I'll be right there.

Hey, man, that ain't going to do you any good.

It always has before.

Here, here's... you take this stuff.

No, no, thanks, man. I never use this stuff, really.

Hey, what is that?

It's a gun.

Oh!

Hey, not much of a crop tonight, Danny.

You're exactly right, but red-fit, you know.

That nice guy got you in a restaurant column a couple of days ago.

Oh, yeah, sure.

Fanny's at the marina.

Danny's!

Hey, hey, I got it half right, didn't I?

A graphical error can happen to anybody.

No, no, only to me, Quincy.

Fanny's at the marina.

Oh, Danny, all right. Danny, come here.

Two drinks for the girls over there.

And listen, put it on my tab, okay?

But tell them that I am a reporter and my friend here is a doctor.

Don't forget.

A reporter, doctor?

You write obituaries, he works in the coroner's office.

All I need is a mortician and business will die altogether.

What's the deterioration of the cecum?

What's the cecum?

It's a medical term for guts.

Oh, Doc.

Hey, Doc, you know that brunettes have less pigmentation in their skin

than natural blondes?

What's the net comp?

If I ever find one, I'll let you know if that's right or not.

They're taller, too.

Did you know that? Statistics say that.

Not only that, they're one to three pounds heavier, according to the AMA.

I didn't know you were interested in medicine, sir.

Oh, no, no, I'm a filler freak.

What kind of freak?

A filler freak.

You know those little items they use at the end of an incomplete column?

Yeah.

Yeah, well, you never know that stuff's gonna come in handy.

Danny's with a D.

Hey, Doc, are you here?

Sam.

Sam, may I remind you it's my night off?

I'm sorry, Quince, but I've got a hot one.

His name is Bigelow, accident victim, Otto.

What's so special about it?

Well, his gas chromatograph goes through the ceiling.

Cocaine?

So?

A lot of people are sniffing coke that are driving deadly weapons today.

No, no, this one was a passenger.

But his blood breakdown's from outer space.

Sam, say what you mean, will you?

I don't know what I mean.

Nothing seems to fit.

Quincey, you better have a look at it.

Okay, I'll be right over.

Doc, no more homework here.

Next time you ask if I'm here, cover the phone, will you?

You make one rotten lie, you know that?

Doc, it's essentially ordered grasshoppers.

Take it up with Fanny.

Wait a minute, hey, where you going?

Doc, what am I gonna do with two of them?

Enjoy it, your cup runneth over.

Wait a minute, wait!

Hold that.

Sam, are you sure you didn't make a mistake on this?

Uh-huh, ran it twice just to be sure.

He showed leukopenia, thrombocytopenia, immature erythrocytes.

One day they're gonna have that tongue of yours impounded.

Why don't you just say it, low white cells, platelets down to zilch?

What's left?

Not much.

What was the cause of death?

Would you believe an inch and a half of gas on the forehead?

Of course, Bigelow couldn't clot, right?

The blood did that.

I ordered bowel and marrow sections.

They should be ready.

What have you got, Adam?

This marrow section is weird.

Hey, now that's the way a scientist talks, weird.

That I understand.

Well?

I got him said, weird.

Let me see the bowel section, will you?

Take a look at that, Sam.

Uh, tachial hemorrhage, loss of epithelium.

Again with the big words?

It fits, Quincy.

I bet it fits.

Our friend Bigelow was a walking dead man.

Eddie.

Fill the frame with that gas on his forehead, will you?

You got it, Doc.

Write it up, Sam.

Severe radiation syndrome.

Yeah, he was caught.

Monahan's not gonna like this.

Why not?

He's got the driver booked for possession and felony manslaughter.

Terrific!

You know what you guys just gave me?

Five to ten.

That's years, man.

You talk as if you've already been convicted.

I don't believe it.

I'm going down for this one, and I know it.

Are you guilty?

I'm guilty of not minding my own business.

For a lousy hundred bucks.

I thought I had it all together.

Well, if you're innocent, truth may not help you,

but it can't hurt you.

You say you got into Bigelow's car about 8 o'clock.

Yeah.

Did he say where he had been?

No.

Then what did he complain about?

A stomach ache.

Dizziness. He said he had a hell of a headache.

Look, why don't you go find the car that ran me off the road?

I'm checking it out.

The only thing you're checking out is my record.

And then you came in here to blow me apart.

Was the cocaine he was sniffing his?

No.

It was mine.

You know his taco heads.

Get off my back!

I'm not gonna let you get away with this.

I'm not gonna let you get away with this.

Get off my back!

Now, I said my side

six times if I said it's 60.

And none of you believe me!

I asked you a question.

You want to pour kerosene all over yourself, go ahead.

You want to light the match, be my guest.

Don't blame anybody else for the fire.

Hey.

The coke was his.

But you guys will make sure it's mine, won't you?

The coke was found in your pocket.

The coke was found in your pocket.

I told him I didn't use it,

but he put it in my shirt anyway.

By the time I was gonna give it back to him...

The car was forced off the road.

You believe it?

I might. Sit down.

Close your mouth.

Take a deep breath.

Take another deep breath.

Once more.

Como estas, mi vida?

Where you been?

Alright, lieutenant.

Mr. Sanchez has been waiting.

Yeah, we're all through here.

Are you the public defender?

No, no. I'm Dr. Quincy, coroner's office.

I'm Maria's, suspect's wife.

Doc, you mind if the suspect spends some time with his wife?

Let's do it, doctor.

You had a tough case there, lieutenant.

That boy hasn't been on coke, I can tell by his nasal membranes.

He tested clean, didn't he?

He did.

He's charged with possession, not using.

And a manslaughter charge doesn't require...

I know what a manslaughter charge requires,

but Bigelow would have survived the wreck if he had been in good health.

Quincy, legally it doesn't make any difference if he was on his deathbed.

The accident is what killed him.

We're looking at a lot bigger problem than nailing a pork cutlet.

A lot bigger problem than nailing a poor kid like Sanchez.

A man in Bigelow's condition would have had to have been shot with at least a thousand rounds of radiation.

Don't you know what that means?

That's Hiroshima time! That's your killing at the kid?

Quincy, I may have something for you on that.

There's some of the stuff coming in on Bigelow.

It turns out that he was a technician on that new reactor site.

San Miguel, you didn't tell me about this.

It just came in.

Oh, Bill, I love you. Here, coffee's on me.

Listen, you give me some time and I promise you I'll get you your killer.

But you gotta promise me you'll make him go slow on Sanchez.

Wait a minute. It's not that easy.

Oh, come on. I'm looking at hard evidence.

Look, the coke was found in the kid,

and there wasn't any witnesses to someone forcing him off the road.

Yeah, but you'll do what I know you will.

Quincy, I wouldn't have one regulation problem if it wasn't for you.

That's why I love you.

You're a rock on the outside, a marshmallow on the inside.

He loves me so much.

Why doesn't he buy me a cup of coffee?

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

Now, now, will you please?

Please! Now, will you let me explain?

Now, look, I fully understand your concern,

but I assure each and every one of you,

this facility is as environmentally safe as your local bakery probably was.

All right, all right, all right.

Now, look, I am not out here to prevent you from demonstrating peacefully,

but I do insist that you do not block this driveway to traffic.

This facility must conduct business.

If I have to, I will go out and get an injunction

and remove you from the premises.

Hold it! Hold it!

Hold it!

We'll be back.

That's no bakery truck.

If it's so safe, what's he doing here?

Yeah, yeah, yeah!

You too, already!

What's he doing here?

We want the answers, we want the truth!

I'm Dr. Quincy.

I have an appointment with Mr. Johnson of Public Relations.

Yeah, I'm Johnson.

Listen, couldn't you have driven out here in something a little less garish?

I mean, you could see we have problems.

See, this is the company car.

My car is broken, otherwise I wouldn't.

Wonderful.

All right, look, fellas, will you move them out, please?

HONKING

As you can see, all our employees wear security tags

which limit their movement throughout the facility.

And the decimitors are checked daily against any possible exposure to radiation.

Bigelow's decimitors show no signs of radiation.

Not as much as we lived in the average house in the suburbs.

Now, we work right there at that desk and everything,

everything in this facility is checked and rechecked and put through the computer daily.

And if there were signs of radiation?

I wouldn't be standing here.

It would be shut down.

But everything on Bigelow's autopsy points to severe radiation poisoning.

Now, listen to me, Doctor.

Loose talk like that can cause us a great deal of trouble.

There's not loose talk.

You have good reason to be afraid of the truth.

The truth is, Bigelow's job was simply bare bones paperwork.

He translated data into computer language, that's all.

Never touched a reactor?

Absolutely not.

Now, look, there have been no leakages, no theft of any fissionable material,

absolutely nothing that could substantiate your charges.

We know our business here, Doctor.

Then you knew he was in the cocaine.

Into what?

That's right, into cocaine very heavily, and believe me, I know my business.

Bigelow is not top security personnel.

Alright, admittedly, clearance is not always in foul of...

Please don't double talk me now.

It's too late. A man is dead.

A boy is going to lose ten years of his life if I don't get the truth.

Alright. What was your estimate of his dosage?

Well, of a thousand rads.

A thousand rads?

Yeah.

And did you do a Geiger reading of his clothing and its jewelry?

Yes, we did. We found nothing.

You found nothing?

That's right.

Do you know what that means, Dr. Quincy?

It means that he could not have been exposed at this plant

because our reactor's neutron source and any exposure of a ring, watch, or clothing

would leave it as hot as a two-dollar pistol.

Why do I get the feeling you're cornering me?

Because I am.

Because it means there are only two alternatives.

One, that Bigelow could only have been exposed to a lethal dosage of gamma-ray's cobalt source.

Here it comes. Or what?

I'll tell you what. You're absolutely wrong about Bigelow's condition.

It's all wrong! There's no way you can stop those leaks!

Our kids' lives are...

Hey!

Hey!

Come on, fella. Give us the word.

Tell your friends to get away from the car, please.

How many are dead in there?

None, yes, in the move.

Sure. You just came by so they could charge your battery.

Is that what you're telling me?

No, I'm just checking on some information.

Are you checking it or covering it up?

What do you want me to say?

That when they put out the lights, their employees glow in the dark?

Well, they don't.

And if you believe that, aren't you standing a little too close to the building?

Now, please.

One of the most important elements of O'Connor's investigation is what we call the terminal episode.

Now, those are events that preceded the actual death.

They tell us an awful lot.

You mean you're gonna drill me again, right?

That's right. I'm gonna take it right from the top.

They may be something you forgot, something you didn't think was important.

Now, come on, will you, Ray? You got off work at 7.30.

Dr. Quincy, ever since Ray and I got married, he's been working two shifts.

He gets home at 9 o'clock.

I even set up the alarm for 3 o'clock every morning.

I know, Maria.

If we have to go to Trout, it'll work in his favor.

Come on, Ray.

Okay.

I got off work. I was tired.

I went to the bus stop.

That's when I saw Bigelow's car.

He honked and I went over.

Which direction was he driving?

Out of the parking lot.

Away from the building, I guess.

That's a Dernham Duke?

Yeah.

All right, go ahead.

He stopped. I got in.

And he asked me to drive him to the airport.

Huh? Airport?

Did you see that?

Now, why didn't you tell us about the airport before?

We never got there.

He got sick and that's when he asked me to take him home.

Did he say where he was flying to?

He never mentioned it.

We just drove our Sunset up into the hills.

That's when the car did the number on us.

Dr. Quincy, is there any chance that Ray will not have to go to jail?

Oh, I can't answer that, honey. We're just gonna hang in there.

You sound like my old parole officer.

Well, your past record's not gonna work against you here.

This one goes from scratch, I guarantee it.

Scratch, huh?

Yeah, and Christmas is gonna be in July this year.

You just be there when they read the verdict.

Count on it.

I'll be right back. Dr. Quincy.

He's going to jail.

He's going to jail, isn't he?

Well, I hope not.

But you should have professional advice. You should get a lawyer.

Public defenders, they all talk the same way.

Ray feels that you're on his side.

Believe me, there are a lot of people on his side.

Oh, sure.

He has to beat them off with clubs.

He is innocent until he's proven guilty.

All right, Dr..

You said it.

You said it.

I will try to believe it.

Yes.

I believe you.

I believe you.

Okay, Sam, when did you get from hematology?

I'm not getting anything.

What are you talking about? Nothing?

You want to repeat the count?

I don't believe it.

He certainly wasn't exposed to a neutron source.

The tissues are destroyed, but there's no gamma count.

There's no count, but Bigelow definitely got hit with gamma.

But where?

I mean, where is the source?

I've got to find it.

Yes, you do that if you have a thirst for private practice.

Have you seen this?

Nobody's gone home free of charge.

Oh, boy. You might be self-employed yet.

Sam, Sam.

Whatever test results you have, I want them packaged, sealed,

and on my desk by 4 o'clock.

The NSC is going to drop by and say hello

and pick them up along with the body.

The NSC?

What's the Nuclear Safety Commission got to do with this?

Well, you know, they're funny.

When someone charges their San Miguel installation

as a hazard to the environment,

they feel they want to check it out themselves.

I don't know what they're doing.

They can and have.

They sealed Bigelow's apartment, pulled his personal effects.

By order of who?

By order of Mr. Johnson of San Miguel.

Does that include an airline ticket?

Yeah, to Mexico.

How'd you know that?

That proves that Sanchez was telling the truth.

He said that Bigelow told him to drive him to the airport,

then he changed his mind and told him to drive him home.

Quincy, I want you to step out of this quietly.

Now, you've involved us with a very powerful organization

that's been working on this for a long time.

You've been working on this for a long time.

Now, you've involved us with a very powerful organization.

And the last thing I want is more headlines.

Well, I want one more.

The one that tells me that Sanchez is free.

Sam, the NSC.

Now, Mr. Sullivan, there's no mistake.

The key drawing was deliberately left

out of the package we sent to your office.

You're holding out on me.

I'm sorry, sir, you said it would require time

for your company to evaluate the value of the merchandise.

That's right, wait a minute.

Fine, you take the time, but until payment is made,

you only see the elephant's ears, not his trunk.

24 hours.

24 hours is fine. Looking forward to hearing from you.

They're not trying to back out, are they?

No, no, they're only trying to get their cake and eat it, too.

We'll get the money, don't worry.

I wouldn't if we were already in Rio,

but I don't like this.

Look, I was right when I recruited Bigelow, wasn't I?

You see, I'm right about this.

They're gonna be chasing circles over his death

months after we're gone.

The

The

Dr. Brown?

I know, Dr. Quincy. I was just reading about you in the paper.

Thank you for seeing me so quickly.

Dr. Brown, you'll do it generally in 20 minutes.

I know, I know.

Fascinating case, Doc.

What can I do for it?

Well, this is Donald Bigelow, and he was seen leaving this parking lot last night.

Now, I'm checking to see if he was a patient here or maybe worked for somebody in the building.

Well, you're hunting the source of that radiation, huh?

Yeah.

Forensic pathology must be a fascinating field.

Tell me, what was the dosage?

Over a thousand rads, gamma rays.

Phew.

Well, I've seen accidents where patients got a hundred or two, but a thousand?

That's murder.

That's what we figure.

What I want to know is, could it have happened here?

Oh, no, I'm afraid not.

Excuse me, doctor, you're meeting your...

When we built the building and added the new wing, I specified no gamma sources, no cobalt.

All therapy radiation must be administered in hospital facilities.

You know, when there's no risk of cleaning ladies turning on a cobalt machine, the malpractice

premiums go down considerably.

Yeah, I can understand that.

But the $64,000 question still is, what was Bigelow doing here last night at 8 o'clock?

Eight, huh?

Well, that time all the offices were closed.

But I'll have my girl check it for you.

Thank you.

Could save me a lot of time.

Yeah.

It's going to save you a lot of trouble.

If you're looking for radiation, better carry this to Simmoner in case you run into the same

source that Bigelow did.

Okay, out of the line of fire, everybody.

It's picture time.

Three exposures on this one.

Have your cassettes ready.

Most black folks can't lie to us.

I'mção proud.

I'm Dr. Quincy. I'm in the coroner's office.

Arthur Lance. What can I do for you?

How do you do?

This man's name is Donald Bigelow.

Did you happen to see him around here last night, about 8 o'clock?

Don't believe I can help you.

And my crews cut out at 4.30. Strong union.

So you didn't see this guy, huh?

I try to beat my crews on myself if I can. Right, honey?

Thanks anyway.

Imagine. He came right here.

That's your trouble. You imagine too much.

Just keep your mind on tomorrow night.

You'll be flying to Brazil, and Dr. Quincy will still be chasing shadows.

Hey, hi, Quince. How's this for a day's work, huh?

Well, how'd it go with you?

Oh, zero, Sam. Zero.

Am I kidding? Double zero.

Unless you want to count a souvenir.

Dosimeter?

Yeah.

The only one exposed was that poor guy Sanchez.

Nobody saw Bigelow. There's no gamma source in the entire building.

Not a bloody trace, yet I know it's there somewhere.

Now, what is it, Sam? Am I crazy?

We have both seen the lab evidence. We know the answers.

But there's not a trace. When am I going blind?

You're not blind, Dr. Quincy.

You just don't want to see.

I believed you when you said my husband would get off.

It's all right, child. Maria, go along with me a little longer.

I know I can come up with something.

You gave me a lot of hope with a whole bunch of empty words,

and I believed you.

I believed you because I needed something to grow onto.

Please, please, please.

Come.

I'll get you some water.

There is something to hang on to. There's Ray's innocence.

How do you know that?

How do you know it? Because he told you?

Or because he told me?

And even if he is innocent, how many days does that take

over 20 years sentence?

He's still going to jail?

Maria, I can't believe you're going to run out on her now.

Believe it.

You better believe it, Dr. Quincy.

Things have changed now, you know?

This morning, Ray confessed.

Monahan, what happened with Sanchez?

The kid gave us his full confession.

He's innocent. Why would he do a thing like that?

Don't ask me. Ask his lawyers.

They're the ones that went to the DA.

His lawyers?

What lawyers? The kid couldn't afford an organ grinder.

I know. They were heavyweights.

They got the charge reduced to possession

with involuntary manslaughter.

Holy mackerel.

That's not even plea bargaining.

That kid will do three years, even more,

if he gets in trouble inside.

Look, Quincy, the kid bought it.

There's nothing I can do.

Oh, come on, Monahan.

You know there's more to it than that.

Quincy, let's face it.

The kid's a loser.

He used to be a loser.

He hasn't made a bad move since he got married.

Then why did he let Johnson and the NSC get to him?

I made a deal. That's right.

I made a deal.

You're stupid.

Why? Because I confessed?

Yeah, because you confessed.

That's right. You're innocent.

You know it and I know it.

Have you ever spent time in a slammer

on the flip side of the bars?

So don't tell me I'm stupid.

Three years I could do standing on my head.

Oh, really?

And what is your wife supposed to be doing

while you're standing on your head?

Let's keep my wife out of this.

No, we're not going to.

How much are they paying you?

I never said anything about money.

You don't have to. I know them.

The quicker you're in jail,

the quicker the heat is off them.

How much are Johnson's lawyers off you?

Look, you don't have to...

Oh, please. Now, don't rationalize.

What is the amount?

Fifty big ones.

Fifty big ones.

And they'll take care of Maria.

And when I get out,

they'll have a job waiting for me.

Look, she's pregnant.

She'll do something crazy.

I can't let her do that.

What about her?

Have you discussed it with your wife?

Doc, if she has an abortion,

I'll marry just Dad.

I won't have anything to come out for.

I had to make that deal.

I want that baby.

Oh, Mr. Johnson.

Oh, Dr. Quincy.

Now, listen, I want to talk to you about something.

It's very important.

I'm afraid I don't have any time right now.

Well, you better make time,

unless you want me to park that black wagon

in front of the gate and start making speeches.

Now, accusations require proof, Doc.

Rumors will be enough when I tell them

how your bosses pulled the rug out

from under my investigation.

The heads of this organization

had nothing to do with it.

You mean this charade is your idea?

Now, you listen to me.

This institution is working at two-thirds capacity

because of investigations, endless hearings,

environmental speech-making.

And you have no idea what that incident

you touched off outside cost us.

Well, why don't you add it to the cost

of putting the skids under Ray Sanchez?

We were just simply helping a young man

who needed some legal assistance.

Oh, he isn't that sweet, huh?

Maybe he'd like to do his three years a hard time, too.

I got a better idea.

Why don't you go outside and tell the people

how out of the goodness of your heart

you send your lawyers to help

that poor young man and his wife?

Well, this meeting is over, Doctor.

No, it isn't.

Now, feces and bribery aren't going to fit

well around your neck,

and that's what you're going to be accused of,

unless you call your lawyers

and tell them to withdraw their offer right now.

Quincy.

Darlene called me.

She read this in the paper.

I want you to autograph it.

Give me a bit.

Wait, I'm thirsty.

Glad you she collects these things.

Quincy, I've been looking all over town for you.

Where you been, Quint?

Miss you at Fanny's.

I'm all yours, Cy.

Son of a gun, I'm your best friend,

and you didn't even call me, did you?

Oh, what?

Well, hey, you know I want to get out of two

on a bit, you worries?

You're sitting on a big story.

You didn't even call me.

This is an obit.

The guy died, right?

Oh, sure, it's an obit, but it's more than that.

There's a radiation story here.

You just fill me in.

You know what's going to happen?

I'm going to get a front page.

I'm going to get a feature,

and I'm going to get my byline.

Come on, fill me in.

It's all over, Cy.

The NSC's moved in.

The NSC?

Yeah.

Wait a minute, there's got to be something.

Now, what was the source of the radiation?

Well, if I could tell you that, I could give you a real story.

Gamma rays, right?

Just give me a little space, will you?

I'm only trying to get a story.

Now, look, if it isn't a government installation,

then it has to be therapeutic or industrial,

because those are the only kind they license.

Say that again.

License?

Oh, industrial.

Private companies, they can't have a cold war machine,

can they?

Oh, sure, sure.

They use it to x-ray buildings and things like that,

after earthquake damage, you know, structural pieces.

You pick up information like that.

Quince, I told you.

I read about that stuff.

You're moving again, Cy.

Come on, we got a lot of phone calls to make.

No, no, no, I don't want to lease a machine.

I was wondering if you could tell me

if you know of anybody that might have

hired a man named Bigelow.

That's Donald Bigelow.

Maybe he's a consultant.

Yeah, I know you're the secretary.

OK, thanks anyway.

Sorry to bother you.

OK, no luck.

No.

All right, thank you very much.

Well, that just about lures out the string.

We've checked nearly every licensed machine in California.

Well, it's safer by phone than in person.

Quincey picked up 100 milli Rankins running around

yesterday.

Where'd you learn that?

The dosimeter you gave me.

I ran it through radiology just to check.

They said at least 100 milli Rankins.

I couldn't have.

Well, you got zapped somewhere.

They suggested you wear a lead apron if you keep this up.

I came directly from the Durnham building to the lab.

Wait a minute.

Wait a minute.

Si, I want you to go over the list again.

Local.

Get all the outfits that leased a machine over the past month.

What am I looking for?

A place.

There's a construction operation right next to the Durnham

building.

Try the name Lance.

L-A-N-Z Lance.

You're looking for Monahan.

He's not here.

Where is he?

No, with the DA.

He's up to his hips in alligators.

Oh, I need him.

I need a warrant from him.

Bill, get all the arrest reports on Sanchez.

Oh, plus the confession dictation.

It's my pleasure here.

I'm not overjoyed at seeing you.

You know, whatever fire you built under those San Miguel

people, they're burning my tail.

You know, those wires are standing sideways,

trying to slide out of the steel they made with Sanchez.

That's fine, because I'm going to be able to prove

that Sanchez is innocent.

Well, you better be, because the DA is going to come down

hard after all this flack.

Big deal.

Listen, all I want from you is a search warrant.

Search warrant?

Is that all you want?

Yeah, for the Lance construction site.

They got a cold war machine on the premises.

They ran it from California Neutronix.

Don't you see?

That's the gamma source.

Gamma source?

Terrific.

Look, Bigelow probably got the radiation there.

I bet on it.

Then tell it to the NSC.

I don't have time.

Lance already lied.

He said he never met Bigelow.

I can think of 1,000 reasons why people lie to you.

Hey, you all, a janet.

Bonahan.

Like I said, it's the business of the NSC.

Stay out of it.

Dr. Quincy.

I'm glad that you remembered me.

Something wrong?

Well, couldn't it?

Malcolm, please.

What?

Is Mr. Orrans around?

He's busy with the crew.

Would you get him for me, please?

Could be very important.

It'll take a moment.

I'll be.

Well, Dr. Quincy, Addy said you wanted to see me.

I wanted to talk to you again about Donald Bigelow.

Well, I told you then that I didn't know him.

Yeah.

Did you read in the paper he died from radiation?

I understood it was an automobile accident.

Look, I've been very busy here wrapping up a project.

I'm afraid I haven't had a chance to keep up with the news.

Exactly what is it you want?

Well, we have a witness who saw him in this area

the night he died.

And I was wondering, is it possible he could have gotten

access to that Cobol machine out there?

Of course not.

As you can see, we're fenced in here.

I mean, a man would have to be a fool to play with that baby

anyway, unless, of course, he were

trying to steal the Cobalt.

He was not a fool when it came to radiation.

He knew his stuff.

He worked for the San Miguel installation.

Then I would suggest you look there.

Really, Dr. Quincy, I do have a lot of work to do.

So do I, it seems.

Thank you very much.

You're welcome.

Bye.

I thought you said there was no way

they could trace him back to us.

They can't.

A Geiger counter won't give off a tick in this trick.

Yeah, well, he sure got one from me.

We'll be out of here and gone by four.

Our customer confirmed.

We'll make the exchange at the airport.

Give me a hand with this.

What do you say?

Doesn't look like it'll make much of a dinner for both of us.

I'm going to pull a blood sample and then dissect it.

You think somebody may have murdered

this guppy in cold blood?

The death of this guppy was purely accidental.

Big mouth.

Sam, it's the same pattern.

It's identical.

We did it, I'm telling you.

I thought you were going crazy with that guppy.

Dr. Quincy, I want your attention.

Now, I'm a very fair man.

Therefore, I'm giving you a chance

to try to explain the flak that's coming down

from Monahan's office.

Go ahead.

My pleasure.

Take a look at this.

What do you mean, look at that?

Go ahead.

All right, I see a condition I've never seen before

in a man alive or dead.

They're from Levistis Reticulatus.

You mean that that's a guppy who died of radiation poisoning.

That's a guppy?

Yeah.

Gentlemen, we have enough work here on people.

We don't do fish.

I found this fish the same place that Bigelow spent

his last evening alive.

And with a little help, I could prove that he was murdered.

Look, not Bigelow again.

You don't know what I've been through.

Don't you understand?

This proves radiation poisoning.

Even in Levistis Reticulatus.

So what?

The nuclear changes indicate a tremendous source

of radiation.

Gamma radiation?

If Bigelow was standing between the source and the aquarium,

we'd get the same picture we got on his autopsy

before it was taken away from us.

Right.

I could call Monahan.

I could call the newspapers.

I, uh, well, we'd look pretty good guys, wouldn't we?

Why, yes, we would.

I mean, we would look good.

We could prove it.

Well, with a little T&D.

What's T&D?

Trickery and Deceit.

Oh, no.

Now listen, you have enough clout to get a judge off a dime.

Now we'd like a search warrant worded just like that.

Oh, you must be kidding.

Headlines.

We'd look good.

That's it.

Hmm?

Quincy, if this is wrong, there's

going to be a lot of egg on a lot of people's faces.

It'll be the first time.

Oh, honey, I'm so glad this is almost over.

I told you there was nothing to worry about.

We're on our way.

Arthur.

Oh, Dr. Quincy, I'm sorry.

We're just about to leave.

Oh, let me introduce Lieutenant Monahan.

May we come in, please?

What's this all about?

A little thing called radiation.

Of course, some people would call it murder.

What?

That's right, lady.

Come in here, Lieutenant.

Two of you come along, please.

It was a terrible mistake to let that cold-ball machine

shoot 1,000 rats through the window.

Oh, Arthur, he knows.

Shut up.

She's right, Arthur.

I do know.

Not that it was that tough.

Dying plants, dying fish.

Radiation is a terrible way to go.

That's how Bigelow was going to die if you two hadn't

pushed him off the road.

No, there's no way you can prove that.

Oh, I can prove it all right.

And I can nail your secretary as an accomplice.

Oh, I didn't.

I didn't want him to kill Bigelow.

Just before you say anything, let me explain.

No, Arthur did it, just like he said.

Well, Don was drawing up the plans for the reactor.

What plans?

Where they're in his briefcase.

So that's what was going on.

Bigelow was stealing the plants from Sam Miguel,

and then he was selling them to you.

I'll bet you the handwriting on those plans

matched Don Bigelow's handwriting.

No, no, no, just a minute.

You're not going to see anything.

Now, this isn't legal.

You don't have a warrant.

Oh, it's legal, all right.

We have a warrant, sir.

It says here, search and inspect on suspicion

of animal abuse and commercial property.

Animal abuse, man.

Now, what the hell are you talking about?

Those poor dying fish.

And by the time I book you, it'll be murder one.

How do you know he's my friend?

You made him, didn't you?

Well, let everybody's a tackle head like you.

Hey, who's here?

How are you, little mama?

Listen, I'm very sorry about the way I behave.

Please forgive me.

Don't worry about that.

You just worry about the little baby.

How about you?

Three years stretch, you did it just like that.

Hey, they for me, what are they?

Those are churros.

She made them.

Hi, Ernie.

Hey, Sam, you ever taste one of these?

They're called churros.

You're kidding?

This is Japanese crepe lock.