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Quincy is legendary. Not just an ordinary forensic coroner, he solves cases that the police don't even know exist. Yep, just when criminals think they've 'gotten away with it', Quincy will discover something that 'doesn't quite add up'. Then he, and he alone, adds them up. And always likes the total.
It goes like this:
1) Some poor sod dies of what appears to be natural causes.
2) Quincy examines the body and spots an oversight. His 'foul play radar' is activated.
3) He immediately goes head-first into 'feather-ruffling mode' in his lone pursuit of justice and the truth.
4) Feathers get ruffled. Stuff is revealed. (Important, hitherto hidden stuff.)
5) Every bureaucratic wench who tried to persuade him to 'give it up', 'leave it out' or 'just go home' is proved wrong when everything he suspected to be correct is actually proved to be correct.
6) Case solved.
As well as the brilliantly formulaic plots, Quincy also had the greatest opening sequence in Saturday afternoon telly history. It goes like this:
1) Camera pans around a laboratory as if petri dishes and shit microscopes are somehow daunting/impressive.
2) Suave, well-tricepped coroner walks in to a theatre to demonstrate a routine examination to a bunch of badges still wet behind the ears.
3) 'Gentlemen, you are about to enter the fascinating sphere of police work,' he says, as if every other sphere of police work sucks the fat one. 'THE WORLD OF FORENSIC MEDICINE!'
4) This, in itself, is excellent, but then, in the manner of a shit Butlin's magician, our man reveals the cadaver in front of him with a brisk whip of the white sheet, and nearly all of the so-called hard-nosed badges faint in front of him.
5) He looks over without concern and just grins. They haven't got the stomach for it y'see. Quincy, however, will cut this corpse to pieces with a spoon if it means uncovering something that gives him a chance to get out of the office and into a speedboat/young nurse.
6) The next bit of action sees him (and him only, we must stress) doing various things - driving a speedboat, avoiding an explosion, arguing with another two-bob bureaucrat and generally looking dead inquisitive and nosey.
7) And it all finshes with him examining... hang on, what is that Quincy? Ah, it's a young lady! About half his age! In a small bikini on the deck of a posh-looking boat! And he's plying her with drink and flashing that winning smile!
Creepy yet legendary. Well done, old boy!



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