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Cancer.

Let me help you.

Let me save this child.

Oh, yes.

Yes.

Thank you, doctor.

Thank you.

Right. That's a boy.

Now...

Steve!

Sis. Oh!

Oh! Oh, I'm so glad to see you.

Mwah.

Steve.

Steve, my baby is going to live.

Tell her the truth and tell her now.

Our baby's going to die. I can't do that, Steve. I...

I look into her face and I can't.

I just can't.

I want her stopped.

I want her equipment seized and I want her in jail.

Mr. McGarrett, according to the latest survey

by our department in D.C.,

there are three to 5,000 practitioners

who are now treating their patients

with bogus electronic equipment.

The problem is that we...

The problem is this one is treating my sister's baby.

Before you officially serve that,

and before you seize the machines

and close up the joint,

there's something that you ought to consider, you know.

Look.

Tell it to the judge.

Lookit, Steve, I don't believe you

and I'll never believe you.

Well, the court will.

The court?

I'm a cop remember, sis?

Order!

Order in this court!

Bailiff, you will maintain order!

Never in my 30 years on the bench

have I seen such a disorderly, outrageous outburst.

Very well.

Court stands adjourned

until 10:00 tomorrow morning.

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You know what frosts me, what really frosts me?

If we nail the good doctor, if we nail her,

what's the rap, huh?

One count, one lousy count

of interstate sale of mislabeled,

misrepresented merchandise.

One thousand dollar fine, or one year in jail or both.

I still stay, with this one it ought to be murder.

First-degree murder.

No, not without Fremont's name

affixed to the death certificate,

and she wasn't even on the case at the time of death.

Look, what if her...?

What if her signature was on the death certificate?

Steve, it wasn't on the death certificate.

She's treated thousands of people in this area.

You told me that yourself. There must be some cases

where her name appeared on the death certificate.

No doubt there are. Well?

Look, uh, Steve, if it were that easy

do you think we'd allow a monster like Dr. Fremont

to practice here in Los Angeles?

Of course, not. Thank you very much.

Have you ever done it?

Ever nailed a medical quack on a murder charge?

Have I ever done it? No.

You see, uh, murder is a state charge...

Yeah, yeah, I know... Okay, has the DA ever done it?

Well, once to my knowledge.

How? Oh, the perfect case.

Airtight and foolproof.

Give. Look, uh, McGarrett,

there's a little hash house right around the corner.

They serve the best apple pie in Los Angeles.

No time, no time. Give.

Well, my car is right over there.

Studies in futility are best conducted sitting down, hm?

Shall we? Yeah.

Okay, professor. From the top.

Well, the Bureau of Records is right over there.

Yeah, yeah.

They've got these hard, wooden,

institutional chairs.

Now, you put your bottom on those chairs

and start digging back through the records.

Sooner or later, you're gonna come up

with a death certificate over Fremont's signature.

Now, it will state in black and white

that the patient died of a severe case

of fallen arches or some such nonsense.

Okay, then, now, eager-beaver quick

you go back into the medical history of the patient

and you find in the records of a reputable, competent MD

that the patient, in fact, had coronary heart disease

and most probably died of a coronary seizure

or old-fashioned heart failure.

Now, are you with me so far? Sure, sure, sure. Go.

Now, with all that digging, all that information,

it's worthless.

That figures.

Now, before we can even go to court on a murder charge,

we must establish common scheme and design.

Modus operandi must prove criminal intent.

Well, with Fremont, that should be easy.

Mm, no, I said proof.

Proof, not, uh, hearsay evidence,

but direct testimony in court.

"I was there, I saw, I heard," that kind of direct testimony.

Then, you know what we've got?

Goose egg?

Well, now, give that man a cigar.

No, no, no. Not yet.

Not yet.

Suppose that I could produce physical evidence,

proof to back up those findings, huh?

Well, Mr. McGarrett, you're due back in court

at 10 in the morning.

Well, that gives me almost, uh, 24 big fat hours.

Well, you dig aggravation, go ahead, be my guest.

The Bureau of Records is right over there.

Okay, one more question.

Ask away. At these prices, go ahead, shamus. What?

Look, suppose that I just turn up that perfect case?

Mm-hm, well, then you've got to get permission

to exhume the body.

All right, suppose we exhumed the body

and the autopsy provides us with incontestable evidence

that the patient died of heart disease

while Fremont was with full knowledge

of the patient's condition treating for, uh, what,

fallen arches?

That's criminal intent.

Oh, that's one hell of a string of suppositions.

Yeah, granted. Well?

Oh, McGarrett, McGarrett, McGarrett.

We'd stand a good chance of a murder conviction, wouldn't we?

Admit it, Zipser.

I admit it. So what?

So why don't you, uh, grab a cab back to the office.

I need some wheels.

Grazie.

I think I'll go for a walk.

Oh, Tom, why don't you come in the house

and I'll fix you something to eat?

I'm not hungry.

Please, Tom.

I want you to come in the house and eat something.

I don't want to eat.

I don't want to talk.

Please, Tom.

All right.

All right, you want to have a big heart-to-heart talk?

Fine. We're overdue. Long overdue.

I sent for Steve.

I pleaded with him to come, to help.

After I told him about your miracle doctor,

Steve told me what needed to be done.

But I didn't have the courage. So he did it for me.

Did you hear what I said?

I sent for him.

I know, Tom.

I've known all along.

Well, then, why in heaven's name did you let...?

Anyway, you can stop hating your brother now.

It was my decision.

I don't hate Steve.

Could have fooled me.

For the first time in my life, I'm fighting him, you know?

He's trying to crucify a saint.

A saint?

Mary Ann, that woman is a quack, a bloodsucker...

I don't believe that. And I never will.

Yes, you will.

When Steve finishes with her in court, you will.

Oh, no, he's trying to crucify a saint.

Investigator?

How can you tell?

I've worked in records three years.

When a man goes at it like you have

for the last hour and a half... Uh-huh.

What are you looking for?

Maybe I can help?

Uh-uh.

Shame.

Thank you.

Not to make a bad pun

but we don't get many live ones in here.

Tough.

A bunch of prune-faced old geezers

with hair growing out of their ears.

Hello, chickie-baby.

Hello, Murphy.

Told you.

Offer to help still stands.

For free.

County pays me.

Okay.

Any certificates signed by a C.L. Fremont,

Doctor of Naturopathy.

Go. Anything.

Got one.

Good, good.

That does it.

Everything for the last six months.

Mwah.

Thank you, chickie-baby.

Zipser here.

Found four certificates, all signed by Fremont.

All died in the last six months.

Hm.

Four all in the last six months, huh?

Well, now, that took you

about four and a half hours, McGarrett.

Nice going.

Look, Zipser, if I hit,

can you clear the red tape so I can exhume without delay?

Can do.

And can you contact the, uh, county coroner?

I want him standing by on a 24-hour basis for an autopsy.

Will do. Now that gives you exactly 18 hours, McGarrett.

Look, I know how many hours I've got, Zipser.

Uh, bye-bye.

You know something, if I ever get to Blue Hawaii,

I promise you I won't even go through a stop sign.

That's one cop I don't want ever coming after me.

What are the odds?

Well, a couple of minutes ago,

I would have said a million-to-one.

Ah! Still a million-to-one.

Hey, mister!

You come to see us?

Hi, tiger. Is your mother at home?

I'll go get her.

Mama!

Mommy, a man wants to see you.

What do you want here, Mr. McGarrett?

Mrs. Kinney?

You have no right to bother me.

I'm going to call Dr. Fremont.

I thought the name was familiar.

One of the faithful testifying for the defense, huh?

Hallelujah.

I'm going to call Dr. Fremont.

You do that, Mrs. Kinney,

in memory of your dear, dead husband, do that.

I wanted her to know I was here.

Yes?

My name is McGarrett.

I'm with the State Police of Hawaii.

Well, I've never been to Hawaii.

This is the home of Walter E. Grant, isn't it?

But he's dead.

Yes, I know.

Your brother?

Yes.

For the record, Mr. Grant,

this call is not professional, it's personal. I, uh...

I'm looking for help.

I'd like to talk to you about your brother.

I don't have to?

No, sir. You don't have to.

Come in.

Thank you. My name's Chester Grant.

McGARRETT: Steve McGarrett.

Mama.

This is Mr. McGarrett. He's a policeman from Hawaii.

How do you do, Mrs. Grant?

Mama, he wants to talk to me about Walter.

Well, sit down, Mr. McGarrett.

I think you'll find this chair quite comfortable.

If I sit in anything that comfortable, I'll never get up.

Well, suit yourself.

Now, again, for the record.

I think Dr. C.L. Fremont is a quack.

A menace to the people of this community.

I'm out to build a case against her.

If I can, I'm gonna bring her to court on a murder charge.

Understood?

Yes. And I need your help.

Why did your brother go to Dr. Fremont?

Well, now, Mr. McGarrett,

my brother's gone.

It's not gonna do any good to go into that again.

I don't have time to waste, Mr. Grant.

I need direct answers to direct questions.

I need the truth.

Chester wouldn't know the truth

if it sat next to him in church on Sunday morning.

That's not very nice, Mama.

The man said he wanted the truth.

Mrs. Grant, why did he go to Dr. Fremont?

Because he hated living with diabetes.

Diabetes?

He hated the insulin shots, the strict diets.

He hated the whole regime.

Most of all, he hated not being able to take a drink.

You ought not talk about Walter like that, Mama.

You know something?

It feels good to talk about him.

To remember.

It hurts a little but it feels good.

Like your heart's been asleep.

You feel the pins and needles coming alive again.

Just for spite

every once in a while, Walter would go out...

Every Saturday night he would...

would go out and drink as much beer as he could hold.

This old house would shake

with his laughing and clowning.

Sure.

And as a result he was always sick, always in pain.

And, uh, and Dr. Fremont?

I said she was a quack.

Right from the start, I said she was a quack.

Yes.

Yes, you did.

That is true.

And I suppose she offered her wonder cure

with her wonder machines and Walter bought it?

No.

I bought it.

I took him to her, Mr. McGarrett.

Mama, it's done.

It's done.

Mrs. Grant, I'm sorry to press you.

But time, I just don't have it. Do you understand?

Now, this is critical.

Are there medical records that document the fact

that Walter was a diabetic?

Dr. Rudner,

been our family doctor for 20 years.

He took care of Walter.

He got the records.

Rudner? R-U-D-N-E-R?

The death certificate signed by Dr. Fremont

states that Walter died of vitamin deficiency

and malnutrition caused by alcoholism.

No.

The sugar built up

until Walter went into convulsions.

He died in a coma just like Dr. Rudner said he would.

Mrs. Grant, this is important. Vital, in fact. Two things:

Did Fremont diagnose Walter as a diabetic?

And did Fremont treat Walter for diabetes?

No.

On both counts?

On both counts.

Walter told me... No good.

Hearsay evidence, not admissible.

Mister, I was there.

Walter was so sick, he could hardly walk.

His feet and legs so swollen, he couldn't even wear shoes.

I had to help him into the room.

I heard and I saw.

Good, good. Facts now.

Facts you can swear to in court. Go.

Fremont took one drop of his blood

and put it into that machine.

Then she told us that Walter was suffering

from some kind of vitamin deficiency.

That it was common.

That he could throw away his needles.

You heard her say he could throw away his needles?

Throw away his needles, the insulin, his diets.

That she would cure him, make him well with her machines.

Oh, God help me.

I believed.

I believed.

Mrs. Grant, I need your permission to exhume the body.

What do you want to do that for?

We must do an autopsy in order to prove cause of death.

No.

Mrs. Grant, it's absolutely imperative.

No.

Don't look at me.

Mrs. Grant, there's a quack...

No. Please listen to me.

Listen to me.

We have to establish cause of death.

Now, Fremont said that Walter died of vitamin deficiency.

Your doctor said that he died of lack of insulin,

convulsions, diabetes.

Now, we have to prove cause of death or we have no case.

I won't let you dig my boy up

and cut into him.

I won't do that.

It's the only way, unfortunately.

It's so easy for you.

It's so easy for cops.

Yeah.

Yeah, it's easy for cops.

The last patient that Dr. Fremont lost

was a 6-month-old baby.

That baby was my sister's only child.

Steve, this is Dr. Jerome Pastor.

He's the chief coroner of Los Angeles county.

This is Steve McGarrett, Hawaii Five-0.

Doctor, thank you for coming.

Diabetic? Yes.

Embalmed in the past year?

Last six months.

There's a good chance to confirm the disease.

And if you do it, doc, foolproof, airtight,

we've got her on murder one.

Doctor?

Want to sign in triplicate, please.

To establish cause of death in a criminal matter, huh?

Take it away, boys.

We'll have him back for you first thing in the morning.

Take your time, doc.

Who's driving?

He's got my wheels, doc.

Let's go.

Been almost two hours.

Twelve-thirty.

Relax. We're not due in court for eight or nine hours yet.

The man said it wouldn't take long.

That's what the man said.

Look, McGarrett,

how many autopsies you been on?

A hundred, a thousand, who knows?

Well, Steve, have you ever had an easy one?

No, no.

Relax.

Doc's the best. He'll nail Fremont so...

Coffins are supposed to be watertight, airtight.

Sorry, gentlemen,

I cannot confirm the cause of death.

No way.

Thanks, doc.

Well, that means we gotta find another way.

Little more to your right.

Uh, and hold it right there.

Thank you very much.

Now, ladies and gentlemen of the jury,

we come to the moment of truth.

You have seen this diagnostic device before.

Marked Exhibit B,

it was entered into evidence by the prosecution.

But I have brought it back into this courtroom

at the request,

no, at the demand of my client.

However,

before proceeding with the demonstration...

Now, you have identified yourself to this court

as C.L. Fremont, a doctor of Naturology, is that correct?

Yes.

Dr. Fremont, in simple, basic terms,

what is a naturologist?

Actually, it is simple and basic

and quite impossible to complicate.

A naturologist is one who heals by helping nature.

One who heals by helping nature.

Beautiful, isn't he?

Hm, with my bare hands I could, uh...

Now, let's take a specific case.

We are concerned in this proceeding,

with a terrible disease of cancer.

Now let us suppose...

Suppose that I come to you

with a tumor of the chest, malignant.

How would you cure me?

I would not cure you.

I cannot cure anyone.

But I could and I would help you

to cure yourself.

How?

By accelerating and directing the God-given strength

and healing powers that... That he put into all of us.

God-given strength and healing power.

Oh, but I can hear the scoffers.

I can hear them say:

"Noble words, doctor, but how do you do it?

How does it actually work?"

Well, the most effective way I have of answering that

would be to actually demonstrate.

Do you mean to say

that you have no fear of demonstrating

your healing machines in this courtroom?

I do not.

Amazing.

Considering that throughout the four days of this trial,

the prosecution has assaulted our ears

with waves of testimony

from so-called expert witnesses.

Objection, Your Honor.

The prosecution has not presented any so-called experts.

On the contrary,

they've all been men preeminent in their respective fields.

Sustained.

Forgive me.

Waves of testimony from expert witnesses.

A large percentage of whom could not identify

and accurately define the word naturologist.

It's a difficulty they share with one Mr. Webster.

Your Honor.

Strike that remark.

Mr. Zipser, you know better.

I want no more of it.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now, where was I?

Oh, yes.

You have heard a physicist,

an electronics expert, a radio engineer.

All, without exception, claim that this diagnostic device

and this treatment machine, so deviously purchased

by that man from the State Police of Hawaii.

You have heard them claim, and I quote:

"Worthless,

a meaningless pile of junk, a fraud."

And yet not one, not one of these experts

had ever spoken to the defendant,

had ever been told the theory and the technique

of a healer that many claim to be a modern day Pasteur.

Objection.

A woman whose healing powers Uh, objection, Your Honor.

Are legendary. Objection, Your Honor.

The counsel for the defense is not cross-examining,

- he is summing up. - Your Honor...

And, Your Honor, is quite out of order.

Mr. Zipser,

I shall decide who is and who is not in order in this court.

And I... I presume you... You are coming to some point

with all this verbiage?

Oh, I am indeed, Your Honor.

Before I can allow my client

to actually demonstrate in this courtroom,

I want to make absolutely certain

that the jury understands the basic law governing...

Both of you gentlemen seem intent on taking over my job.

Mr. Zipser is deciding what is and what is not in order.

You are now undertaking to make points of law to the jury.

With all apologies,

defense counsel has no desire to usurp

the prerogatives of the bench.

However, most respectfully,

I ask permission to make a single differentiation

between medical concept and legal concept, for the jury.

An understanding of this

is absolutely essential to my client's case.

Very well. Proceed.

Uh, please, be brief.

Thank you, Your Honor.

Now, ladies and gentlemen of the jury.

You have heard

these expert medical witnesses claim that in their opinion,

Dr. Fremont's treatment and diagnostic devices

were worthless.

That they knew of no evidence

that these devices would cure cancer,

and that in their opinion, the devices would not.

Well, I say to you, under the law,

that testimony is meaningless.

Zero.

And this brings us to the basic point of difference.

You see, in medicine,

a claim is presumed to be false

until it's been established as true

by reliable pharmacological and clinical experts.

But in the law, and in this courtroom,

a claim is presumed to be true

until there's a preponderance of facts

beyond reasonable doubt that proves the claim is false.

And, in any case,

the question is not whether Dr. Fremont's devices ever fail.

Why land's sake,

even the most orthodox medical treatments fail

from time to time.

If they did not, no doctor would ever lose a patient.

No, ladies and gentlemen, the question we face here

is whether Dr. Fremont's devices ever work.

And that we will prove.

Dr. Fremont.

I always tell my patients

that a single pinprick is the only pain

that they will ever experience

in the course of examination and treatment in my clinic.

And it is true, because a single drop of blood

gives the whole life picture of the microcosm.

A single drop of blood gives a complete diagnosis,

a diagnosis in-depth and cure for any individual.

Now,

do I have a volunteer?

Right here, doctor.

It's out of the question.

Why? She asked for a volunteer.

Well, I should think

that would be apparent even to you, Mr. McGarrett.

Dr. Fremont is certainly not going to allow a hostile...

Mr. Herbert.

I think that the suggestion is an excellent one.

But, Dr. Fremont...

And I welcome the challenge.

But as your counselor... Mr. Herbert.

I insist.

Very well.

Either hand.

I prefer to do it myself.

As you wish.

Here. Open this end.

You must sterilize the area first.

There you are.

Fine.

Blot it with this, please.

Fine.

Now, will you show it to the jury?

Now, Mr. McGarrett,

if you would note on a piece of paper

the key facts of your medical history.

Anything special, hidden, any major illnesses or surgery,

or any complaints or symptoms you may have at present.

Medicine, as is practiced today,

will be in the immediately foreseeable future,

as outmoded as the leeches of the 19th century.

Every human being

has his own unique emanations.

A wavelength

uh, as... As unique and as special

as his fingerprints.

Likewise, with every organ of the human body,

the heart, liver, lungs, brain,

every organ has its own unique cycle.

Now, by arming this diagnostic instrument

with a drop of the patient's blood,

we will have revealed

a complete up-to-the-minute health chart

of that individual.

Now, have you finished with your record, Mr. McGarrett?

Yes.

Thank you very much.

Now, Your Honor, so that there will be no confusion,

and no question afterward,

will you take Mr. McGarrett's statement now?

Very well. Thank you.

Proceed please.

Thank you.

A chart.

You have a very interesting medical history, Mr. McGarrett.

I see unmistakable symptoms of a...

Of a mild poliomyelitis.

Yes.

You had polio at an early age, approximately 10.

Fortunately, made a complete recovery.

Definite indications of a leg fracture, left leg,

and scar tissue on the lower abdomen.

An appendectomy.

Now, we will examine the present

and the future.

Here I doubt if you, uh...

If your written statement will contain any of the observations

that I have recorded here.

Your present state of health is... Is good.

Quite excellent.

Somewhat hypertensive.

A number of subclinical indications,

a number of nutritional deficiencies

that you suffer along with

millions of other American adults

who eat processed foods

and foods treated with damaging sprays

and grown in depleted soil.

Your health outlook is... Is excellent...

except for an inherited predisposition toward tumor.

I've sworn to tell the truth, the whole truth and...

Chances are you will die of cancer before the age of 50...

unless you are constantly on guard,

and receive proper enlightened treatment.

That concludes my diagnosis of this case.

Your Honor?

Very well.

According to this note,

the piece of paper that was placed in that machine

contained a smear of vegetable dye.

We'll have order in this room.

May it please the court.

There will be quiet in this courtroom. Quiet!

May it please the court.

Mr. Zipser.

Your Honor, ladies and gentlemen,

this is the paper with the blood sample on it.

Now, you all saw me pick up the dropped paper.

At that time, I substituted an identical square of paper

confiscated at time of seizure.

At a Food and Drug lab,

in the presence of a dozen witnesses,

we prepared the paper from which Dr. Fremont

just made that fantastic medical diagnosis and history.

The fact of the matter is,

that neither she nor her wonder machine

can even tell the difference between human blood

and vegetable dye.

Plain water and coloring!

There will be quiet in this courtroom!

It's wrong. I know it.

Steve!