(Quincy lectures six police officers about the coroner’s job. He is in a hurry...)
Quincy: Gentlemen, you are about to enter the most important and fascinating sphere of police work – the world of forensic medicine, where untold victims of many homicides will reach back from the grave and point their finger accusingly at their assailant.
(Quincy throws back the sheet covering a body. Several officers look away.)
Quincy: You see before you a man who was found floating off Point Loma. Unfortunately he was in the water a few days before we found him.
(One officer passes out. Another becomes sick.)
Quincy: Now, to determine the exact cause of death, we must examine the vital organs.
(Quincy holds up a scalpel.)
Sam: (sotto voce to another lab technician) This is going to be brutal. Quincy is in a hurry...
Quincy: Now, see, there are many types of incisions, but today I think I’ll try the lazy “S.”
(Quincy applies the scalpel. An officer races from the room fighting nausea while another passes out. The two remaining men bend to aid their colleagues.)
Quincy: Ah! Leave him be! There’ll be no one to baby sit with him out in the streets! You’re policemen now – that’s the way it is!
Sam: (sotto voce) This would be hard to take for a third year medical student.
(The other technician races from the room.)
Quincy: And now, for the final phase. (He lifts a Stryker Saw of the sort used to prosect ribs. A policeman races from the room; the last holdout crumples to the floor. Quincy looks over the table – six down five minutes into the lecture and he’s free to leave...)
Quincy: (on the way out) Sam, see that they’re comfortable...