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My mother was murdered,

and they arrested my father but he didn't do it.

Jessie.

I'm sorry, I... I was looking for someone.

You won't find what you're looking for in here.

I'm just a little concerned about your safety.

Welcome to Paradise.

Somebody in this room killed Laura Devlin.

There are other people who know about it.

Otherwise, the conspiracy to try to stop me

from investigating wouldn't have happened.

I won't be able to protect you if you keep this up.

That's John Cassey, pull over.

Sheriff Connolly, please help me.

He's getting away.

Wait a minute. What are you doing out here, Cassey,

running around like this?

Laura.

Someone's killed her.

I was chasing after them when I found...

I don't see anybody.

All I see is you got a lot of blood all over the front of your shirt.

I had a nose bleed.

A nose bleed?

Spread your feet.

He's getting away.

I told you there is nobody out there.

Why don't you just tell us about Laura, huh?

Here we are now. Paradise.

Terrific.

Look at this. Look at that lake.

This is it. Isn't it a beauty?

I don't think I can move.

Well, not bad.

What are you waiting for?

Bring in the gear, will you?

I gotta do everything?

This is supposed to be a vacation.

Mr. Raymond, you have a telephone call.

Please report to the front desk.

Welcome to Paradise.

I've been looking forward to it a long time.

Dr. Quincy,

I'm Howard Garfield, the Manager.

Nice to meet you, sir.

Coroner's Office.

Does that mean you handle dead bodies?

Well, usually they are dead.

But once in a while, we let a live one go through.

You do?

Yeah, but we usually realize it in time though.

Dr. Quincy, I certainly hope you enjoy your stay

here at the hotel.

I'm sure I will.

It's so beautiful, here on the lake.

Hey, watch it.

I'm sorry.

You didn't have to bring 'em all in at one time.

I knew one thing as a waiter. Save the legs.

Set your bags down.

Jerry will have someone take them up to your room.

I hear Jerry Munroe is the best fisherman on the lake.

You hear right.

Where can I find him?

At the end of the pier. You can't miss his shack.

Good. Okay, let's go.

Where?

I want to get down to our boat as fast as possible.

We just got here and we're late already?

Mr. Shannon?

Oh, uh, yeah.

I believe that'll cover it.

Thank you, sir.

Come stay with us again, Mr. Shannon.

Jessie? Yes.

It's Jack Shannon.

I want you to meet me

at the Valley Hotel Library Bar right away.

But you told me you couldn't help me.

No.

I don't think you'll be sorry.

Hang on, Danny.

I've got him. Catch him when he comes up.

There we go, baby. There we go.

Come here.

Come here.

How about that?

This is terrific. Slimy.

How come you catch everything in sight?

I don't get nothing. These fish, I hate 'em.

Catching fish is not what's important.

Then why are we here?

For the fishing, the atmosphere.

Look at this day. It's beautiful.

Oh, boy.

Take a deep breath of that clean mountain air.

Get rid of the monoxide in your lungs.

I like monoxide, monoxide likes me.

I'm used to getting behind the exhaust system.

Need some energy.

You're really missing the whole point.

We're both overworked, right?

We have to relax, we have to unwind.

Up here, you don't have to serve anybody,

I don't have to worry that Astin will call.

We have three days of unstructured time.

Think of that.

I'm thinking of it. This is driving me crazy.

Dr. Quincy?

Yeah.

I'm Jessica Cassey.

How do you do?

It was smart of you to meet me out here on the water.

It was?

There are a lot of nosy people in town.

I think you've mistaken me for somebody else.

You're not a medical examiner?

Well, as a matter of fact I am,

from Los Angeles. I'm here on vacation.

I don't understand.

I thought you agreed to help me for $300.

Me help you?

What's the matter?

I just gave Shannon all the money

I had left in the world.

He promised me that you'd help me.

You're my last chance.

Who's Shannon?

He's a private detective.

Wait a minute. Let me get this straight.

A private detective told you

that he'd hired me on your behalf?

Yeah.

Where is this guy now?

He's probably as far from Paradise

as you can get in half an hour.

Okay. If you had hired me,

what would I be investigating?

Quincy?

Shush, will you?

My mother was murdered on August 7.

They arrested my father because he was drunk

and I guess he'd threatened her,

but he didn't do it.

I mean, my father is a very gentle man, Dr. Quincy.

He'd never destroy the thing that he loved

the most in the whole world.

There must've been some evidence against him.

It was all circumstantial.

It seems like we've heard that too...

Want to cut it out?

Look into it for me, Doctor, please?

I can get some more money together.

I can sell my boat.

I can get some money from...

It's not a question of money.

I don't think I can do it, even if I wanted to.

I think I'm out of my jurisdiction.

I have a right to bring in an independent pathologist

to examine the evidence, don't I?

Well, technically, yes.

Would you please ask a few questions for me?

I mean, if I could just prove one little mistake,

just a little one,

I could maybe get another trial.

Your father's already been tried?

And convicted.

There's no one else that I can turn to.

Not in this town.

May I remind you how long you've been waiting

to get these hours away from that icebox you work in?

I mean, you know...

How long is it going to take?

Okay, I'll ask a few questions for you.

But, if the evidence points to your father...

I just have to know.

I lost two members of my family in the same night.

And I can't bring my mother back.

But I can do something for my father

with your help.

Thank you.

This is, uh, where I work, you can reach me there.

You all right?

Yeah, I think so.

This is how we spend nice few hours

enjoying our recreation?

What was I supposed to do?

I feel kind of responsible.

That guy took her for $300.

It's me you're talking to.

I know what you're like.

You drive by a cemetery and your hands begin to itch.

They dump a murder mystery in your lap

and you've got to pick it up, huh?

You got a big mouth, you know that?

It's true.

Listen, I'm going to go ashore.

If you want to eat tonight, you better catch something.

I'm going to catch a...

Welcome to Paradise.

Hi, can I help you?

I'd like to see the editor.

I'm the editor, George Crawford.

Dr. Quincy.

What can I do for you?

I'd like to use your morgue

to see some back copies of the paper.

Sure, this way.

How far back do you want to go?

Well, August, I think it is.

I want to read everything

you have on the Cassey murder.

What did you say your name was?

Dr. Quincy, of Los Angeles.

The Cassey murder. You do remember it?

Everyone remembers it.

Let's see, August, here we are.

There's the copy that carried the story.

You must get a lot of murders in this town.

Why do you say that?

Didn't even make the headlines.

It's on Page Seven.

Page Seven.

Felony manslaughter?

Dr. Quincy?

That's right.

I'm Sheriff Connolly.

I understand you have some interest

in the Laura Devlin case.

Wow!

News certainly travels fast in this town.

Well, it's a small community,

the people here like to observe their visitors,

and react if they take more than a casual interest

in a local affair.

What interest? All I did was ask to see

an old newspaper report about what was described

to me as a murder.

Here's what I got.

A half a column on Page Seven about a felony manslaughter.

That's all there was.

You, uh, heading somewhere?

Nowhere in particular.

Tell me something.

Why would the Los Angeles Coroner's Office

take an interest in a two-month-old

manslaughter case in another town?

Oh, believe me, it's personal, not official.

You're not a friend of the family.

You know that for a fact?

Oh, yeah.

I knew Laura Devlin quite a few years.

We came to Paradise at the same time.

Together?

No.

She a kind of woman you got to know well

over a long period of time.

She was admired and loved by a lot of people here.

You get my drift?

I think so.

Listen. Here it says Laura Devlin, how come?

Well, she divorced Cassey

a couple of years ago and remarried.

It's an open-and-shut case, Doc, believe me.

I would like to. Come on, tell me about it.

Well, we, uh...

We caught him running away from the house.

He was very upset, almost incoherent.

What about the murder weapon?

Had his fingerprints all over it.

Wait a minute.

Let me see if I can understand this.

A man is belligerent, he goes to see his ex-wife,

his fingerprints are on the murder weapon,

and you let him get away with felony manslaughter?

Cassey was drunk. It was not premeditated.

You get a lot of routine deaths

in the big city, we get our share here, too.

Look, Doc, like I said, open shut.

If it's that open-and-shut,

nobody will mind my examining the evidence.

You'd be wasting your time.

Yeah?

Then how come you got down here so fast?

I was in that newspaper office about 10 minutes.

I don't want a lot of painful memories

stirred up again in this town

when the case is closed.

Let's see, I had that file.

I was looking at it only this morning.

Please report to radiology,

Dr. Robinson, Radiology, please.

Laura Devlin. Temporal bone crushed,

meningeal artery severed,

tentorium lacerated.

With one blow?

Could have been two.

Doesn't that take the edge off felony manslaughter?

Doctor, I don't prosecute cases,

I just provide medical evidence.

Sit down. Thank you.

It's all right here.

Iran the basic series of tests,

blood type, liver temp, blood alcohol.

Did you run an aqueous humor electrolytes test?

Sure did. Helped me establish

the time of death somewhere between 8:00 and 9:00.

Uh-huh.

What about contusions?

Did Laura Devlin try to fight off her attacker?

Yes, she did.

Was this consistent with Cassey's appearance?

Could you prove he was in a struggle?

He was a mess when they found him.

That's really not what I asked you, Doctor.

Was there evidences of a struggle

that would've matched the marks on the deceased?

Did you check that out?

No, didn't think it was necessary.

You didn't think it was necessary?

But you know it's necessary to perform every test possible

to determine the cause of death.

Look, uh, Cassey had blood all over his shirt,

and it was his wife's blood.

What did Cassey say?

He said he had a nose bleed.

What type of blood did he have?

I don't know what type of blood he had.

What difference does it make?

If he has the same type as his ex-wife,

he might have been telling the truth.

Look, he had blood all over the front of his shirt

and he said he had a nose bleed.

Would you believe something like that?

I would have checked it out.

What about a scanning electron microscopy of the wound edge,

did you perform that?

An electron microscope.

What does that cost?

About $100,000?

You wanna lend us yours sometime?

We don't have that kind of equipment here.

I am lucky if I get a new scalpel.

I'm sorry, I... I lost my head.

Look, um...

Laura Devlin died because of

the crushing blow to the skull.

Now I did an autopsy limited to the head.

If you'd like me to check Cassey's blood type,

I'll be glad to.

I don't think you will find anything,

but I'll be glad to do it.

I'd appreciate it.

I'm staying at the Valley Hotel, you can reach me there.

Fine.

You have all the questions answered that you'd like?

Yes, I have.

He's a medical examiner from Los Angeles

and he's not going to quit.

Connolly talked to him and he went

straight from there to see Taggart.

I'll call Devlin.

All right.

Peter Devlin.

Peter, this is Bob Haviland.

Quincy's just been to the hospital

to see Dr. Taggart.

Wants him to run some sort of blood test on Cassey.

What does he think that will prove?

I don't know. He was talking about

some tests that weren't done on Laura.

No, but, I'm... I'm sure he's not talking about

exhuming her body for them.

He has no authority for that.

Matter of fact, he's got no jurisdiction here at all.

That doesn't seem to be stopping him.

Sheriff Connolly warned him to stay out of it

before he went to see Taggart at the hospital.

Don't worry about it.

What is he gonna find out?

Exactly what everyone else found out.

Cassey killed her.

Look, Peter, I'm just worried that...

I'll take care of it. Goodbye.

Could you tell me where Miss Cassey is?

She's right back there.

Thank you.

I'm sorry, I... I was looking for someone.

You won't find what you're looking for in here.

I'm sorry.

Dr. Quincy.

I thought you were in there.

What've you found?

That you didn't level with me.

What are you talking about?

You didn't say your father was convicted

of felony manslaughter and murder.

Felony manslaughter means 10 to 15 years in jail.

My father's health isn't good.

I mean, sentencing him to manslaughter

is as good as sentencing him to death.

He can't last that long in prison.

Besides, he's innocent.

Jessie, I have to tell you,

the proof against him is overwhelming.

He was drunk, like you said.

He was seen running away from the house.

His fingerprints were on the ashtray

that killed your mother.

There were a couple of peripheral tests

that were not done,

but overall, I can't see any real negligence.

You didn't tell me that when they found him,

his shirt was covered with blood.

He had a nose bleed.

Kind of confusing, isn't it, a nose bleed?

Do you really believe that?

Yes, I do.

He always gets them, all the time.

There must be something else you can do, please.

I can't change the facts, Jessie.

Now, I'm surprised at the attitude

of some of the townspeople about this case,

but that doesn't point to his guilt or innocence.

They have suppressed and twisted the evidence.

They know that he's innocent.

Who are they?

All of them.

Thank you for trying, Dr. Quincy.

I'm sorry I wasted your time.

You ought to be locked up.

Oh!

Listen, my bags aren't in my room.

You gave me the wrong room number.

Your bags are outside in your jeep, Doctor.

What?

We've made a grave mistake.

The hotel is completely overbooked.

I'm afraid we can't accommodate you

or your friend this weekend.

But I gave you a deposit.

Returned in full, sir.

I do apologize on behalf of the hotel,

but these things happen.

I'm sure you understand.

Of course.

And where do you recommend I stay?

It's that season of the year.

I don't think you'll find any place to stay.

Oh, I'll find some place to stay, Mr. Garfield.

You can count on it.

You see, I promised myself that when I found Paradise,

I'd stay as long as I could.

By the way, where can I find Peter Devlin?

His home is on the hill,

but he's probably at the drilling site.

Drilling site? Yes.

This is going to be a big oil town, Doctor.

Could be the biggest in the state.

Folks here are going to get rich.

It's the greatest thing ever to happen to Paradise.

Sure.

Mr. Raymond, you have a telephone call

at the front desk.

Mr. Raymond, please report to the front desk.

Let me, uh, let me help you out of here, mister.

I didn't see you coming down that road.

You gotta be very careful the way you drive around here

because you do want to be alive in Paradise.

I'll remember that.

The first thing we want to do here

is get you out of this ditch.

Right, Stone, you want to give us a hand here?

Hey!

Oh, now, Stone, that was a very clumsy thing to do.

You just broke this man's window.

How... how is he supposed to drive the truck

with the wind blowing in the back there, huh?

Come on, get around this side. Go on.

You try to tell them what you want

and they don't listen.

You know what I mean?

Stone, you've got to learn to be a little more careful.

You just broke another window.

You're not safe to have around.

I apologize, I really do. Forgive me.

Don't forget this one.

I will tell you something, once he gets started,

you just can't make him quit.

I am glad we were of some help.

Mr. Stone.

Oh, uh, what happened here, Doctor?

I want to report a hit-and-run.

Very interesting, that's the second one

I've had in the last hour.

The boys from the Devlin Construction Company

said that a jeep-wagon almost forced them off the road.

They said you were going around 80 mph

coming around that corner.

They may press charges against you.

They aren't going to press charges against me.

They forced me off the road.

They deliberately broke my window.

You don't see the pickup in the ditch, do you?

Now why would a couple of riggers

force you off the road?

I don't know.

I have known those oil boys a pretty long time.

How long have I known you?

A day.

You've caused more trouble in that one day

than they ever have.

Want me to give you a lift?

I'll feel safer in the tow truck.

Mr. Devlin.

Come on in, Quincy.

I am acquiring quite a reputation.

You know well

sometimes that happens when you probe into

matters that really don't concern you.

The truth always concerns me.

The death of my wife?

That also concerned me, Dr. Quincy.

We'd only been married for three months.

And what gives you the right to dredge up

memories that are painful to other people,

and which will serve no purpose whatsoever?

Your stepdaughter...

My stepdaughter, she's a highly strung,

paranoid young woman who idolizes her father.

He's a man who has never been worth

a damn to anybody in his entire life.

You'd best forgive a note of bitterness in my voice.

He did kill my wife.

Jessica doesn't believe it.

I don't care what Jessica believes.

That was proven in a court of law

and that is the end of it.

Then why was I forced off the road?

Who would do a thing like that?

Oh, a couple of boys who work for you.

You know some good old boys are on an oil-rig.

They probably thought they were doing the right thing.

Mr. Devlin, intimidation, violence and threats

are never the right things.

Let's talk about a murder case

that got half a column in the newspapers.

Now, no case is that open-and-shut.

You're awfully anxious

to get your name in headlines, aren't you, Doc?

Look, Mr. Devlin,

there's something going on in this town.

I don't like the smell of it.

People are running around scared.

Now what are they scared of?

The truth? What are you scared of?

You better drop it, Quincy.

You have no authority here.

That's where you are wrong.

When Jessica brought me in as an independent pathologist,

she gave me the authority.

I'll see you around.

Dr. Quincy?

Look, do-does it have to be spelled out for you,

what happened around here?

John Cassey's lived in this town for almost 30 years.

Everybody liked him.

They didn't respect him, they did like him.

Finally, the man lost his wife,

his job, his family.

Then, in a drunken rage,

he killed the one person

that ever meant anything to him.

Sure, it should have been called murder,

but it was pronounced felony manslaughter.

They let him off the hook.

I wonder if he appreciates all you have done for him.

I got a big mouth.

If I want to eat, catch fish.

Bite the lure, you stupid.

Hey, come on, get that... get that thing...

What are you trying to do, scare the fish away?

Get this thing out of here.

Oh, sorry about that. We, uh, got a little close.

We were looking for Dr. Quincy.

He's ashore somewhere.

Oh, where?

He didn't leave me a copy of his itinerary.

You're a friend of his, is that right?

Right. What is this, 20 questions?

If I get all the answers right,

do I win a cigar?

No, I'm just a little concerned about your safety.

Yeah, this, uh, this lake can be very dangerous.

Yeah, you are absolutely right.

Right I'm right, sure.

This boat that old man Munroe lets you take out?

It's a disgrace.

Full of holes.

I don't see any holes.

See them now?

Tell Dr. Quincy we'll be in touch.

I never received that report on Cassey's blood type.

Yes, I believe my secretary called you over at your hotel.

Never mind, what was it?

It was the same.

The same as his wife?

Thank you very much.

Key to my room, please.

You haven't got a room.

I don't need no jokes, the key.

You checked out.

I did?

I checked out of a room

that I haven't even been in yet?

That's right.

Thank you.

We've got to do something about him.

He's like a bulldog.

And he's not going to quit

until he's got this town boiling.

Look, Devlin, I am going to be audited in three weeks.

I got to put that money back in the bank.

You'll have it.

Now stop worrying about the money.

As a matter of fact,

I closed another sale this afternoon,

out on the far side of the lake.

We've got them lined up, fellas.

All we've got to do is take their money.

Yeah. Until Quincy starts to dig deeper.

You men have more at stake at this than I.

But Quincy wants to know why we swept

this murder under the rug.

Now my hotel is not going to...

Now wait a minute.

We're all in this together, gentlemen,

as deep as it may go.

We've got the lid on and we're keeping it on

until every parcel of land is sold.

No one panics,

nothing is gonna happen to change that.

Quincy happened.

Yeah, but there's a lot of animosity building up

over his questions.

And no one knows

what's liable to happen in a small town

when people get mad.

Isn't that right, Mr. Cullis?

Sure, I can get the equipment together.

They going to let you do the tests?

Are you kiddin', I am a celebrity up here.

Everywhere I go, people know who I am.

The whole town seems to be interested in my work.

How long will it take you to get here?

Two hours hard driving.

But I got to tell you, Quince, I don't know whether I can...

Sam, Is that Quincy?

Dr. Quincy, this is Dr. Astin.

Oh, good, I want to talk to you.

You know, when I send you on a vacation,

I expect you to fish, to hike in the mountains,

to do whatever it is you do to relax.

I don't expect you to alienate

the Coroner's Office, the Sheriff's Department,

and the entire judicial system of the town

in which you happen to find yourself,

Now Sheriff Connolly has been on the phone to me...

Astin, will you listen to me?

Dr. Quincy... All I am asking you to do...

Dr. Quincy, I know what you are asking me to do.

You're asking me to interfere

in somebody else's jurisdiction.

No, no, I am not asking you to interfere.

I want to look into a case that has

not been brought to a satisfactory conclusion,

and I can prove that Cassey is not guilty.

On what are you basing that supposition?

Because I was told that you have no reports

and no real evidence.

I will tell you what I do have.

The fact that I ask a couple of questions,

I'm pushed off the road, my windows are broken.

Are you serious?

Would I kid about things like that?

Quincy, now, look, look.

You're probably overreacting to some minor displeasure

at your butting in on everyone else's business.

I am telling you they forced me off the road.

Now, what are you gonna do, support me or leave me stranded?

Don't tempt me, listen.

What is you want from me, I mean, from our department?

There's a test I want Sam to help me with.

It could make the difference

between reopening the case or not.

See when they found Cassey, his shirt was full of blood.

He said it was a nose bleed.

They claim it's the victim's.

If I can prove the blood is his...

I don't think the officials are going

to accept that as evidence unless...

A new hearing was convened.

Right.

You feel that strongly about this?

Yes, I do.

Quincy, were you really

nearly run off the road?

Yes.

For Heaven's sake, why don't you do something?

Whatever you think is necessary,

I will back you all the way.

Astin?

But, so help me, Quince... Listen, I...

I... I will talk to you later, I got to go. Bye. Bye-bye.

Where have you been?

I'm getting pneumonia looking all over for you.

What happened to you?

A couple of amateurs

greeted me in the lake with a shotgun.

Blast that canoe from right under me.

Was one a sweet talker, the other guy like Godzilla?

You know them?

I know 'em.

Did you tell the Sheriff?

It's hard for me to go running to him.

I know.

Corner the queen, corner the coroner.

Who customized your car?

Well, it was the same guys a little before you got

your boat ventilated.

I see.

I don't like fish anyway.

Let's get in that car, drive to the mountains.

You love hunting anything.

I want to talk to the Sheriff first.

What for?

If they have a body that turns up,

he will let you know?

Right now, I am interested in the living.

Here, this is Jessica Cassey's number.

I want you to call her and tell her I'm gonna have

the case reopened.

I'll see you later.

Where am I going to change?

Use the phone booth.

Does he think I'm Superman?

You got the clothes!

The two riggers that I forced off the road,

they put a couple of shotgun blasts

in a boat this afternoon.

Friend of mine happened to be in it.

Any witnesses?

No, there were no witnesses.

You're on dangerous ground, Doctor.

I won't be able to protect you if you keep this up.

Tell me something, whose side are you on?

I try to be on the right side.

You prove it.

Give me the bloody shirt that Cassey was wearing

the night Laura was killed.

I want to do some tests on it.

I will be using the lab at the hospital.

Dr. Taggart said it was okay.

All right, I will get it over to you.

Thank you.

Are you all right?

Call an ambulance, will you?

Quincy.

Sam.

How long you been here?

About a half-hour.

Got everything set up? Yeah.

Dr. Robinson, go to radiology,

What happened to you?

I had trouble with the jeep.

You had more trouble with the jeep?

Don't ask. How's Astin?

I would say blood pressure 190 over 130,

and apprehension level rising.

That means he's living. Let's go.

Listen, fellows, thanks for the ride,

you made great time.

Report to the nurses station, Dr. Benson,

Quincy, do you really think this is going to work?

We are gonna try it.

I have the quinacrine chloride.

How's it coming?

Here's the slide, Quince.

A hundred cells, that's it.

Laura Devlin's blood is clean.

You checked the samples

for the X chromosome Barr bodies.

Yeah, they are negative.

That kind of senses it, doesn't it?

So, uh, what do you got?

Maybe a second chance for John Cassey

if you'll help us.

Okay, let's go.

Where are they?

In the private game room.

Come on. Let him be proud of himself.

This time, gents, I am going to get you.

Oh, come on.

You set up the machines.

Are they going to let us do this?

You bet they are.

Judge Walker, gentlemen,

this is Dr. Quincy.

How do you do?

Put it on the table.

Connolly, this is a private game.

I didn't come to play, Mr. Devlin.

Dr. Quincy, I have heard about you.

What do you want here?

A few minutes of your time, Your Honor.

You will be interested in what I have to say.

Six, four, trey.

Five.

Call.

Let's go. I don't know.

Come on, please!

Now, I believe I can introduce some evidence

that would have a profound effect on this case.

We are playing cards, Quincy.

I'm sorry.

I know this game is very important,

but a man's life is at stake here.

As I said, Your Honor, we have come up

with some very important evidence.

This is hardly official.

What do you expect to accomplish here?

A great deal.

See, when I came to this town a stranger,

I didn't know anything at all about this case.

Now I have looked at the evidence.

I can see that Laura Devlin

was struck on the head with an ashtray,

the temporal artery severed,

and it resulted in her death.

Oh, come on, Doc, you got to be so graphic?

Yeah.

When you describe a murder,

yes, you have to be so graphic.

We are talking about a felony manslaughter.

No, we are not.

Because if Cassey did it, we are talking about murder.

Now, there were no eyewitnesses.

The evidence that convicted him

was purely circumstantial,

so, gentlemen, what we are dealing with

is a matter of truth.

Was the man telling the truth or not?

His fingerprints were all over that ashtray, no one else's.

It would have been very easy for the murderer

to wipe off the finger prints.

Besides, Cassey admitted he picked up the ashtray.

And you found him on the road, right outside the house.

Running.

After somebody.

That's what he said.

Neither of those incidents

are by themselves damning, Dr. Quincy.

When Cassey was picked up, his shirt was covered in blood.

From what I understand, not being a medical man,

because of the nature of the wound,

the killer would have been covered in blood.

You're absolutely right, Your Honor.

When an artery is severed,

the blood gushes forth like an oil well.

Please, excuse the analogy.

It would have been impossible

for the murderer not to be drenched in her blood.

But Cassey was drenched in her blood.

Aren't you hanging the person you are trying to save?

Maybe,

but suppose I could prove it wasn't her blood.

Don't start that nose bleed story on us again.

Come on, let's play cards.

Come on, deal will you?

It is kind of a kooky explanation, isn't it?

I don't blame you, Doctor.

But suppose I could prove it was a man's blood, his.

You can't, it's impossible.

But suppose I could prove it?

Would you reopen the case, Your Honor?

I would have serious doubts about his guilt.

Would you reopen the case?

Don't press me, Sheriff.

Laura and Cassey's blood type was exactly the same.

There is no way you can prove

whose blood it was on that shirt.

Until recently, you couldn't.

Tests separating male from female blood began in 1968

in medical centers in the Karolinska Institute.

The tests then were used only to identify simple genes.

It was then introduced into forensic science

by Dr. Ishizu and Dr. Noguchi of Los Angeles.

It was introduced in California,

it has been accepted in testimony

in New York and five other states.

Judge, please,

let me show it to you, it will only take a moment.

Sam. Connolly?

Now this a sample of the blood on the shirt

John Cassey was wearing that night.

We extracted it with acidic acid,

hemolyzing the red blood cells.

We stained it with quinacrine hydrochloride

to make the cells fluoresce.

The female has two "X" chromosomes,

the male an "X" and a "Y."

There you can see the "Y" male chromosome.

See that bright spot there like a beacon?

Laura Cassey's blood, now.

You can see no trace of a "Y" chromosome there,

female blood.

Cassey's blood with the "Y" chromosome.

Laura's blood without it.

Sam.

Connolly.

There was not one drop of Laura's blood

on the shirt that Cassey was wearing.

Now, if he killed her, that could not possibly be.

It was his blood.

Now, as crazy as it sounds,

he had a nose bleed

while running after the person who had killed his ex-wife.

Well, Judge?

Strong evidence

if it's accurate.

I'm afraid I'll have to have it checked out

by other experts,

and I'll give you my decision as soon as I can.

Of course, you check it out.

But I am gonna tell you, I am gonna tell all of you,

I am not going to let go.

Somebody in this room killed Laura Devlin.

There are other people who know about it.

Otherwise, the conspiracy to try to stop me

from investigating wouldn't have happened.

Now, I am gonna go as high as I have to.

Even to my friend, your senator.

Well, gentlemen,

I think that finishes the game for the night.

I want to see you and the District Attorney

in my chambers tomorrow morning at 9:00.

Sheriff, we... we've got to talk to you.

Yes, gentlemen, come in.

Well, what do you want to say?

Well, you see, Sheriff, we, uh...

Dr. Quincy,

you were right, there has been

a conspiracy of silence in this town.

We all knew what really happened,

but we couldn't say anything.

It was Devlin that killed his wife.

We were all in the other room.

Garfield, Haviland, myself,

that man, Cullis, who works for Devlin.

Laura and Devlin were having a violent argument,

they were shouting.

She had found out about the swindle.

Swindle?

Devlin had started some slant oil drilling.

It looked like a gusher.

The town smelled money, a bonanza.

I put my hotel on the line.

We all overstepped ourselves.

Well, the oil went dry. We were facing ruin.

He came up with the idea to sell

some lots to the rest of the town,

make them believe the oil was flowing.

Just until we could cover our investments.

And Laura Devlin was gonna to blow the whistle on you?

Well, Devlin didn't mean to kill her,

it was an accident.

Besides, we didn't want him to go to trial.

He was the only one who could bail us out.

You see, Laura was already dead,

we would've been wiped out.

Sheriff, we were guilty of fraud,

not murder.

And Cassey was already on his way to see Laura.

She called him.

Devlin told us to leave, say nothing.

We did exactly what he told us do.

30 years of work.

I'd never done a dishonest thing in my life.

Surely you see the position we were in?

Of course.

And you were going to get out of it

by selling worthless title deeds to a town

full of friends, people you'd known for 30 years.

You stood by and let an innocent man

be convicted of a crime you knew he didn't commit.

Oh, Cassey was a drunk, he wasn't worth anything.

And you are, huh?

We made the charge felony manslaughter.

I'm sure he appreciates it.

I want Peter Devlin picked up.

If he's not at home, put out an APB on him.

And send a stenographer in here right away.

You know who tried to kill Quincy tonight?

I'm sure it was Cullis.

They're all yours.

I have to tell a young lady some good news she needs to hear.

Paradise's finest.

Tinker to Evers to Chance.

Tinkers, Evers... What about the jeep?

Oh, the guy at the service station said

we can pick it up in a week.

Well, Doctor, before you leave,

I thought you might like to say goodbye to, uh...

Oh, yeah. Danny?

Hi, I wanna thank you gentlemen

for the use of the pool.

Yeah, and for the new ventilating system.

We are so glad we were able to repay your hospitality.

Did you get Devlin, too?

I will, as soon as I get him back here.

He left the hotel and caught a plane to San Francisco

connected with a flight to Chicago.

I've got a little reception committee

waiting for him at O'Hare Airport.

Listen, um,

I once said that I thought you caused

more trouble in one day

than anybody I ever knew.

But I wanna thank you for it.

Adiés.

Hey, can I thank you now?

Yeah, I think now is a good time to thank me.

It's good now?

Yes, it is.

Thank you.

We better take this.

Yeah, do we have a choice?

Where am I gonna sit?

In the back, if you get cold

you could use one of the sheets.

No.