In the Heat of the Night Page #3

A six-inch celluloid scale.

Thermometer.

Some tweezers.

Callipers. And some toothpicks.

Toothpicks?! Copper...?

What's goin' on here, Chief?

Who is this boy anyway?

I asked him to look at the body.

That's who he is.

It's 4.45. What time was this man killed?

Sam found him at 3am. The doctor says

it's possible he was killed an hour earlier.

- At two?

- Maybe a little later.

2.15... 2.30?

Would you feel the face and jaw, please?

Am I mistaken, or has rigor begun?

It has.

You'll notice too

that postmortem lividity is present.

So the time of death really has

to be earlier. Wouldn't you say?

Mm.

Well, we'll be able to pinpoint that

as soon as I get a thermometer.

As you know, the loss of heat from

the brain is the most reliable way

of determining time of death.

Right, Chief?

Oh, yeah.

Well...

Which one of you gentlemen

will assist me?

(phone rings)

Ulam's Funer... It's for you, Chief.

Yeah. Talk to me.

When?

Oh, good. Yeah, yeah. Right away. I've

got a runaway suspect, boy. I gotta go.

Now listen, you. Anything he wants,

man, you better see that he gets it.

Where can I wash my hands?

(dogs barking in the distance)

(grunt)

(dogs barking with excitement)

This here's Shagbag, you hear?

He's headed for the river.

The river, you hear?

He's gonna be in Arkansas.

Shoot.

(train horn)

OK. I got him.

Mrs Colbert.

- How is she taking it?

- Chief had to leave. She don't know it yet.

Hey! You can't go in there, boy!

- Mrs Colbert?

- Where's my husband?

What's happened to him? Why won't

anybody tell me what's happened to him?

Why won't anybody here tell me?

I have a right to know if he's hurt,

if he's been in an accident.

I want to know if he is all right!

Your husband is dead, Mrs Colbert.

Uh...

Somebody killed him.

We don't know who - yet.

It's, uh...

It's very hot in here.

It's very hot in this room.

Sit down.

No.

(sobs)

Would you...

Would you... leave me alone

for a few minutes, please?

(sobs)

(sobbing continues)

Virgil, we don't need you or your

microscopes. Tell that to your chief.

We don't need him - or you.

Mrs Colbert's in there.

- I've already told her.

- I see.

Here is the examination results from

Ulam's. You wanna know what I found?

No. I don't need to look at 'em now.

May I examine this prisoner?

Yeah, you can look at him.

C'mon, let him look. Go on.

All right, now! Steady!

You finished?

Thank you.

All right, Fryer, bring him with me.

- Now we're grindin' corn!

- You shoulda been there!

If it weren't for them radios,

we woulda lost him goin' over that bridge.

That old boy highballing that train

like to cut us off.

And old Charlie's hound dog got loose...

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