Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 6, Episode 13 - Who Speaks for the Children - full transcript

When the body of a missing young girl shows up in a dumpster, Quincy's investigation takes him into the world of child molestation and pornography. Can he save the girl's sister before an insidious predator claims another victim?

Someone had her tied up.

She's a baby.

No! No!

Perverted animal would do
something like this to a little child.

He prays on their naivete.

It's like two kids
playing doctor,

only one's eight years
old, the other's 35.

Are all these children
molestation victims this year?

Lt. MARKESIAN: Not
this year, this month.

- I don't believe that.
- Well, you better believe it.

One hundred
percent kiddie porno.



Oh my God!

- Where is Megan?
- Oh, no!

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

(CHILDREN CHEERING)

It wasn't that hard!

I couldn't see.
Everybody was in my way.

Well, I should have
been the goalie.

Look, let's just play.
Polly, go get the ball.

I want to be on your
team from now on.

Polly, just go get
the ball, will you?

Your sister.

Aren't you a little small
to be playing goalie?



I can do it okay. May
I please have the ball?

Here you go. Remember, you
got to stretch for those high ones.

Thanks a lot, mister.

Let's change teams. I
want to be with Megan.

You can't change
it now. It's not fair.

Well, then I don't
want to play anymore.

Look, Polly, we'll
change next game.

I'm going home.

You can't go. You have to
wait for me and I'm not going yet.

I can so!

MEGAN: You can't go alone.
Polly, I'm gonna tell mom.

GIRL: Let her go. We
don't need her, anyhow.

Your sister's such a crybaby.

I better go. She's not
supposed to be home alone.

Hey, you can't go.
We need the ball.

- Okay. Just for a few minutes.
- All right!

All right, come on!

Yeah, would you
please? I'll hold on.

You know better
than that, Megan.

How can you let your
sister walk home alone?

Especially, when I'm not home.

I told her not to go.
She wouldn't listen.

Then you should have
come home with her.

- You know better.
- Yeah...

- Ma, it was only
a couple of minutes.
- I don't care!

I have told you a hundred times,

when I'm not home you're
supposed to watch her.

Yeah, okay. Thanks anyway.

She's not at Wendy's house.

Say, what's her
other friend's name?

You know that little
blonde girl with the overbite?

- Lacey Marshall.
- Yeah.

She's not there. I already
called Helen Marshall.

How can you do something
like that, Megan, huh?

You're supposed to keep
an eye on her always.

It's not my fault!

I told her! I told her!

It's okay, pumpkin, it's
okay. Don't worry, it's okay.

It's not okay.

You go to your room, Megan.

Carol, now take it
easy on her, will you?

Megan, don't worry.
Polly's fine. She's fine.

She probably just lost track of
time. You know how kids are.

Polly will be home any
minute now, I promise. Okay?

Something's happened
to her. Donald, I know it.

I feel it in my bones.

Now, nothing has happened
to her. Really. She's fine.

Now, don't worry. I'll make
some more calls. Okay?

Donald.

Call the police.

Yeah, I'll get that information
to you as soon as I can.

(CAR HORN HONKING)

- Good morning.
- Don't you believe it.

It's one of the worst
ways to start out the day.

Sorry. I got the call but no
details. The body in the bin?

Yeah. It's gruesome, Quincy.

You know, in all my years, I still
can't get over this kind of a killing.

She's just a kid.

- Did he find the body?
- Yeah.

He came in early,
scrubbed down the kitchen,

had to empty some
trash and found her.

- Poor guy.
- How's it goin', Ed?

I'm all through, Quince.
Got it from every angle.

Get me some long
shots of the entire area.

I wanna see every entrance
and exit into this alley.

I'll get up on the roof
and get 'em from up high.

- Any idea who she is?
- Yeah.

We're pretty sure it's
that little Carmody girl

that disappeared in
the valley last night.

We set up a command
center in her house.

They're gonna lift
some of her prints for us.

Let me know as soon
as you get 'em, will you?

You bet I will.

- Ready, Doc?
- Yeah.

She's a baby.

CARLOS: Tough, huh?

Can I get in now?

- You take your
initial readings?
- Yes, sir.

Ambient air temperature
and humidity.

But I was waiting for you
before I took the body reading.

I didn't want to move the body.

Make sure you bag her hands and her feet.
I don't wanna lose a trace of evidence.

Right.

Hey, Doc,

I don't think you want
me to tie those bags on.

Well, what's the matter?

There are deep ligature
marks on her wrists.

Someone had her
tied up and really tight.

What kind of perverted animal

would do something
like this to a little child?

I don't know, Sam, but
we're sure gonna find out.

Are you gonna be okay?

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry, Quince. I
know these things shouldn't get to me.

Don't you ever stop
letting it get to you.

- Is the dental
impression material ready yet?
- Yeah.

All right. Very carefully, now.

We have to get perfect
impressions of the ligature marks

on her wrists and ankles.

It's a strange sort of pattern.

Sort of braided. Too thin
for rope but too thick for wire.

- What do you
think it could be?
- I don't know.

Maybe the cast of these
impressions can tell us.

All I know right now is that this
baby was bound hand and foot

while she was still alive.

Sexually assaulted.

Why?

What possesses a man
to do something like this?

I wish I knew,
Sam. I wish I knew.

- How's it goin'?
- Slowly.

Quincy is doing this one
carefully and meticulously.

Well, we'll nail this
one. I guarantee it.

Why, have you got something?

Yeah. There was a guy hanging around
the field where the girls were playing.

- We got a good description.
- Well, that's good.

We figure it's one of the
guys in the neighborhood.

Oh, here's the palm and
fingerprints from the Carmody house.

- Is it the girl?
- Yeah.

QUINCY: And when
you're through with the casts

I want you to take the tissue surrounding
the ligature marks and the starbursts.

- Okay, Quince.
- Starbursts?

- Yeah. Can you handle this?
- Yeah.

I want you to take a look at
these puncture wounds, here.

You're right. They're like
tiny stars. How deep are they?

At least three inches.

It was like she was stabbed
with a star-shaped ice pick.

This one, here, is
the one that killed her.

Poor child. How many
punctures are there?

Well, she was stabbed six times.
I think the third one killed her.

- That's grisly.
- And strange.

Look at her skin.
See how wrinkled it is?

- As if she were washed?
- Soaked. Maybe bathed.

Between the binding and the washing,
I'd say it was some kind of ritual.

Quincy, I want you to take as
long as you need on this one.

Monahan brought in the palm and
finger prints from the Carmody house.

- They match?
- Yeah.

Nine years old.

Polly Julia Carmody, how
did this happen to you?

Quincy, I know the answers are here. I want
you to keep asking until you find them!

Okay.

Monahan is letting
the parents know.

- I guess their waiting's over.
- I guess it is.

No.

- That's not my Polly.
- Carol, please.

- No, it's not my Polly. It isn't.
- Please, don't do this.

- It's not my baby.
- It's Polly. No!

(MONITOR CLICKED OFF)

No! No!

No! It's not my baby.

I can't tell you how sorry I am.

Why, Doctor, why?
She was just a little girl.

Mister Carmody, why
don't we talk about this later?

I'm sorry, Doctor, it isn't
Carmody, it's Thompson.

I'm sort of... I'm sort
of Polly's stepfather.

How did she die, Doctor?

I'm afraid she was the
victim of a homicide.

Doctor, was she...

You know, was she molested?

- Yes.
- Oh, my God.

But she was a
baby. She was just...

I'm gonna find the animal
who did this, Doctor.

And when I do, you'll
be the first to know

because he'll be down
there on one of your slabs!

Sam. See? Three points of the
star wound are relatively smooth,

- fourth one's jagged.
- Yeah, I see that.

- Like a ragged edge.
- Yeah.

ED: Morning, Quince. Sam.

Here's the blow ups you
wanted on the micrographs.

- Thanks.
- That was fast, Ed.

Quince, we're all working
overtime on this one.

Especially those
of us with kids.

- Let me know if you
need anything else.
- I will, Ed. Thanks again.

Look at the wound
in the skull, Quince.

It's a perfect impression
of the tip of the instrument

- that made
the starburst puncture marks.
- Yeah.

Which means if we could find the instrument
that was used to kill Polly Carmody,

we can match it
perfectly to the wound.

- Like two interlocking
pieces of a puzzle.
- Yeah.

But we still don't even
know what we're looking for.

Yeah, but we will, Sam, we will.

Prep the piece of the skull with this
wound for the electron microscope.

I wanna see if we can find
what's inside the wound.

- That'll give us a start.
- Right.

- And do me a favor, will you?
- Yeah.

Send somebody down to the hardware
store. Get a lot of sharp instruments.

Whatever they have,
knitting needles, spikes,

or screw drivers,
whatever they've got.

- Three dollars?
- Well, that's all I got on me.

Great. What do you want
me to do with the change?

Buy me breakfast.

(PHONE RINGING)

Hello. Yes, sir,
I'll be right there.

Quincy, come on in.
Just talking about you.

This is Lieutenant Markesian from the
L.A.P.D. Sexually Abused Children's Unit.

- How do you do.
- Hello, Doctor.

He's heading up a special task
force on the Carmody murder.

Doctor, I've heard
a lot about you.

Sorry we couldn't meet
under better circumstances.

- I know what you mean,
Lieutenant.
- Please, the name's Alex.

- How about some coffee?
- No, thanks.

Just going over some of
Alex's M.D.S.O. profiles.

That's Mentally Disordered Sex Offenders,
for lack of a better euphemism, M.D.S.O.

I prefer the term
child molesters.

It keeps reminding me what they
really are, and I like reminders.

I have all the reminders
I need downstairs.

Yeah, I know. That's why we
really need you on this one, Doctor.

You see, ninety-nine out of a hundred
chicken hawks and child molesters

never kill their victims.

This one's the exception. I
want him. I need some answers.

I'm afraid all I have
now are questions.

-What can you tell
me about the weapon?

Just what the micrographs show.

A thin metal object with a
starburst pattern at the tip.

- You know what it is?
- No, not yet,
but we're working on it.

Can you tell from the way it was
used if our man is left or right handed?

Well, I would say he was right handed,
from the angle of the stab wounds.

(DOOR OPENS)

- I hope I'm interrupting.
- Hey, Monahan.

- Quincy. Alex.
- Frank, how you doin'?

- I'm doing very well,
thank you.
- Good.

- Well, I think we got our man.
- Oh, that's terrific!

Outstanding. How? When?

We picked him up
early this morning.

We have witnesses that
saw him in the playground

the day the Carmody girl
disappeared, and we got another witness

that saw him talk to
her on the way home.

- Are your witnesses kids?
- Kids, yeah. So what?

They gave us a perfect
description. The guys name is Lujack.

By the way, that's why I'm here.

He consented to a blood
test, so I dropped it off with Sam

to compare with the semen
sample you got from the Carmody girl.

- Well, it'll take
a couple of minutes.
- Right.

This Lujack, does he have
any priors for child molestation?

- No.
- How old is he?

Forty-four.

And what did you get
on the outstanding wants

and warrants? Any aliases?

Well, none. What
difference does this make?

Plenty. He's not your man.

Now, wait a minute. How
can you be so sure about that?

I hope to hell Frank is right,
but he just doesn't fit the pattern.

- What pattern?
- Look, Quincy,

what you got to understand
is that for child molesters,

getting sexual
gratification from a child

is a way of life. It's
not a sudden impulse.

They do it over and
over and over again.

Listen, these pedophiles
seduce their children.

They win them over.

Now they have age, racial
and gender preferences

they very seldom
deviate from their pattern.

(PHONE RINGING)

Well, there must
be some exceptions.

Yeah, yeah, but...

Alex, I appreciate
your theories,

but believe me, this is our
man and I'm not givin' up.

- We got witnesses. I mean, he was there.
- Monahan...

Monahan, that
was Sam in the lab.

The blood type doesn't match the
sample taken from the Carmody girl.

Mister Lujack is not your man.

I'm really sorry, Frank.

I really wish you could've been
on the money with this Lujack.

- All I know is,
we got to work fast.
- Fast is right.

We got to find this guy before
Mrs. Carmody's boyfriend does.

- Boyfriend? What boyfriend?
- Yeah.

-No, he means
Thompson, the stepfather.

-Well, they're not
actually married.

Now, wait a minute. Let's back
this up a second. Hold on, now.

What you're telling me is that this guy,
Thompson, is living in the Carmody house?

- Yeah.
- How long?

Oh, a few... Now wait a minute.

I met the guy. He
cried in my arms.

And his grief was genuine.
I know. I felt for him.

I'm not doubting you, Quincy,

but when a guy
moves in with a woman

with two small kids, I
just naturally wonder.

Come on. Every day hundreds,
maybe thousands of guys

move in with women with
children. Are they all suspect?

No, not at all, Quincy.
All I'm telling you

is that pedophiles work themselves
into positions to be near kids.

Like teachers, camp
counselors, scout leaders.

What we call positions
of special trust.

Or better yet, if they can find a single
mother with a couple of young kids,

they move right in on 'em.

Yeah, but not Thompson.
He's not that kind of guy.

Okay, Quincy, maybe Thompson living
with the Carmody's is just a coincidence,

but I don't think
we can ignore it.

Maybe we should pick
this guy up and ask him

a few questions, huh?

I got a simpler idea.

Just give me a few
minutes with Mrs. Carmody.

I'll let you know if we're
barkin' up the right tree.

Here you go...

Mrs. Carmody, I got to tell you

that's the finest cheesecake
I've had since I left New York.

It is good, isn't it?

The lady I work for
brought it over this morning.

It comes from a little Greek
restaurant right next to the hair salon.

She brought food and everything.

Everybody's been
real kind to me since...

Well, since Polly.

You know, you've been
on your feet since I got here.

Why don't you sit down a
minute and relax? Come on.

No, thanks. I'm fine.

I, sort of, have to keep moving.

Besides, I'm used to being on my
feet all day. You know, cutting hair.

Does Mister
Thompson cut hair, too?

Donald? If he did, it would
be with a hacksaw, bless him.

No, he's sort of a
handyman carpenter.

He can fix just about anything.

He's...

Kept me together
these last two days.

I don't know what I would
have done without him.

Hey, I'm sorry. Hey, you've been
nice enough to serve cake and coffee

and we didn't even wait for him.

That's okay. He not
home on Wednesdays.

Where does he go on Wednesdays?

I don't know, business.

He'll be home at four-thirty
if you want to talk to him.

No, it's not necessary.

But, say, Mrs. Carmody, that
really is the greatest cheesecake.

Could I have another little piece?
Just that little piece right there.

- Sure.
- Please? Thank you.

Hey, a handyman with a steady
job on Wednesdays, that's great.

What time does he usually leave?

Ten, ten-thirty. It's
out of town someplace.

You know, I like stories
about how people got together.

I met my wife when I was a rookie
cop. I gave her a traffic citation.

How did you two happen to meet?

I was just lucky in
a funny kind of way.

Polly had twisted her ankle
on her skateboard on the street

where D.J. was
doing some yard work.

He carried her all the way home.

Doesn't that show you
what kind of man he is?

That was very nice of him.

- Yes, it was.
- Yeah.

- The coffee's getting cold.
- Yeah.

Well,

I suppose you didn't
see him for a week or two

until he stopped in to
see how Polly's ankle was

and brought some
presents for the girls.

Another few weeks went by
and he invited you out for coffee.

A movie in Westwood.

And he was a perfect gentleman.
Didn't even kiss you good night.

The next few times you went out,
it was the family-type amusements,

and he always insisted
that you bring the girls.

Like to picnics or the beach.

What are you trying to say?

You think... You
think Donald... No.

Uh-uh.

You couldn't be
further from the...

He's the warmest, most loving
man I have ever, ever known.

I won't listen to this.

Why don't you just go?

Mrs. Carmody...

Look, I'm not accusing
Donald. I'm sure he's just what...

Just go. Go!

Oh my!

I'm telling you, it's a
classic, dead-on pattern.

It's as if Donald B. Thompson stepped
right out of the pedophilia hall of fame.

I still can't believe it.

You're tellin' me Mrs. Carmody

didn't know what was
going on under her own roof.

Pedophiles rarely act
out in the kids' own home.

Why would the children submit?
They know what's happening.

The kids, the victims,
submit willingly

because the pedophile shows
them more attention and affection

than they've ever known before.

He prays on their naivete.

It's like two kids
playing doctor,

only one's eight years old,
the other's 35, like Thompson.

Again with Thompson?
Have you talked to him?

Not yet.

Well, you say these
guys have patterns.

What about his police record?

- I checked. Nothing.
- Aliases?

Can't find one.

Damn it, Quincy, I've been at
this too long to be that wrong.

I'm telling you Thompson's an M.D.S.O,
and just because he's not registered here

doesn't mean he hasn't
spread his filth elsewhere.

Now, if he killed that little girl, he
left some sort of physical evidence,

and you've got to
find it so I can nail him!

Trust me, as long as he's on the loose,
there are a lot of kids that are in danger.

Grave danger.

You're really that
sure it's Thompson?

Quincy, if it isn't,
you've got my pension.

Don, we've got
ourselves a problem, here.

You missed your
therapy session yesterday.

- Where were you?
- Yeah, I know. I'm really sorry, Doctor.

I just... Sort of
lost track of time.

That doesn't cut it, Don. We
tried calling you yesterday.

The phone's been disconnected.

Yeah, I know. I
was gonna tell you.

Been out lookin' for a new
place. My apartment's goin' condo.

They disconnected my phone.

Donald, I'm warning you. You better
not be playing any games with me.

And if I find out you've been
leaving San Diego without permission

you're gonna find yourself back
in the hospital before you can blink.

- Oh, no,
I wouldn't do that, Doctor.
- For your sake, I hope not.

Donald, I'm on your side.

I want to help you, but you've
got to play straight with me.

You know the terms
of your release,

you're supposed to
report in every Wednesday.

I'm sorry, Doctor. It
won't happen again.

It better not.

Listen, do you need any
help trying to find a new place?

San Diego's a big city.

Maybe one of the county
agencies can help you.

No, I can do it. As a matter of
fact, I got a place all picked out.

I can move in tomorrow.

Okay. Just be sure
to give us your address

and phone number
when you get 'em.

Donald, are you all right?

You seem a little distracted.

Oh, no. I never felt better.

You're sure? I got a few
minutes. We could talk about it.

What's to talk about,
Doc? I feel great, really.

I mean, I got plenty of work and
I'm makin' a little money now and...

I even met this terrific lady.
She understands everything.

Well, that's good to hear. Then
you won't disappoint me, then, huh?

- Next Wednesday for group?
- You can bank on it.

Good, good.

I'll... I'll have Gloria set
up an appointment for you

- for next
Wednesday's group, then, huh?
- Okay.

- Good. 'Til next Wednesday.
- Thanks a lot, Doctor.

Don't mind.

No doubt about it.

You're right. The wound is identical to
the wound we found on the Carmody girl.

She was killed with a
Phillips screw-driver.

I better let Monahan and Markesian
know we found the type of weapon.

Okay.

I'll tell him.

- Doctor Quincy...
- Yeah.

Sam thinks he's found something

on the electron microscope.

Okay, Marc. Excise this
last wound and fix it, will you?

Right.

- Sam.
- Yeah.

It's right there in the skull
fragment. A small particle.

Elemental analysis shows
chromium, manganese and iron.

Well, it agrees with the
composition of a screwdriver.

Yeah, but it doesn't
tell us who owns it.

- Who owns what?
- A Phillips screwdriver.

If we could find it, we could match
it up perfectly with Polly's wounds.

Look, the ragged edge of
the tip. It's like a fingerprint.

- And will hold up in court.
- That's a good start.

Did you tell Monahan
what we found?

Yeah. Monahan and Markesian
feel the screwdriver's enough

to get a search warrant
for the Carmody house.

Thompson again. I
think they're wrong!

Quincy, I don't
wanna argue with you.

I just wanna find out
one way or the other.

That's why you're gonna be
part of the forensic search team.

I didn't know I volunteered.

I want you to tag
every screwdriver,

every counter punch,
every shop tool you find.

- Put 'em with
the other stuff for analysis.
- Okay, Quince.

Quincy, can I see
you for a minute?

Did you find that
Phillips screwdriver?

Well, we found a couple of them,

but I can't tell you anything
until I get em down to the lab.

Well, you better do it fast
because we're pickin' up Thompson.

Pickin' him up? Why? What
did you find in the house?

Plenty. We found these
in a crawl hole in the attic.

- I don't believe it!
- Well, you better believe it.

One hundred percent kiddie
porno. And they're recent.

I haven't seen trash like
that since I was workin' vice.

Our boy's been pretty
busy with his camera lately.

Did you see the Carmody
child in the house?

Well, the mother's in there having'
coffee. Kid must be in school.

- Mind if I hold on to these?
- Sure.

Mrs. Carmody, I
have to talk to you.

Doctor Quincy, are they
really gonna arrest Donald?

Mrs. Carmody,

I know this is going to be very difficult
for you to accept and understand,

but I don't have time to find the
right words that would convince you.

It's possible that Donald Thompson is
responsible for what happened to Polly.

Oh, no! Doctor
Quincy, I know Donald.

I live with him. I love him.

There is no way on Earth he...

That he could have...

My God, he loved Polly like
she was his own daughter.

He just stepped into our lives and he was
the best father my girls could ever have.

Where is Megan now?

Megan? She's in school.

I want you to pick her up after school.
Keep her with you until we find him.

No!

I can't believe you!

I can't believe you!

We found these
in his belongings.

Oh, my God!

I brought him into my house.

My Polly...

- Got anything, Sam?
- Nothing.

None of them even comes close.

Well, it's a Phillips screwdriver,
but it's too small and it's flat.

What now?

What do you mean, what
now? We go back to the top.

Sam, we're missing something.
It's so small we're overlooking it.

If Thompson is clever enough

and smart enough to fool
Mrs. Carmody and the police,

well don't you think he'd be smart enough
to destroy any incriminating evidence?

I mean, you said yourself you've
never seen anyone that slick.

Come on, Sam, we all know that
every criminal makes a fatal mistake.

We got to keep pushing
till we find Thompson's.

Maybe. Or maybe
Thompson is innocent.

Well, if he's not, I'm not gonna
let him slip through my fingers

and hurt somebody else.

Let's get back to the body, huh?

- Okay. I'll get Marc
to bring back the body.
- Yeah.

- Sam!
- Yeah.

Take a look at this.

- Wow, it's like
a riddle inside a puzzle.
- Yeah.

Ragged edge, same
shape, same size.

Quince, I think you just found
the fingerprint we needed.

Yeah.

Mac, Jerry, listen, check
out the state mental hospital.

This guy may have committed himself
for a 72 hours to ride it out. Okay?

Markesian, hold
on a second, Dave.

Lieutenant, we'll need an A.P.B.
photo to put out over the five-county wire.

Yeah, okay. Here.

Get this one out now,
send one up to Sacramento,

and don't get
lost. I'll need you.

What is it, Dave?

Hey, look, I'm up to ears, can I get
back to you on that, please? Okay.

We covered?

Yeah, we got all the airports
and bus terminals covered.

Brill has briefed the Sheriff's
Department and the C.H.P.

And we have a description
of his pick-up truck and tags.

Good, now, what about the house?

Well, we got two men
at the Carmody house

and we've deployed a whole
task force to comb the area.

- But we don't think
he's gonna show there.
- No, I agree.

Look, get a couple of guys out
to flop houses, transient hotels.

- It's a long shot
but it's worth it.
- Right. Will do.

- Thanks. You got those photos?
- Hey, fellas, how you doin'?

Quincy. Hi. Come on in. I'm
sorry to pull you away from the lab.

- Come on in. Sit down.
- Lieutenant...

I still can't get a hold of
that D.A. in San Diego.

Well, keep trying, Cinny.
He can't hide forever.

- Please, huh?
- Right.

Yeah I call 'em my kids.
My reminders, Quincy.

Are all these children
molestation victims this year?

Not this year. This month.

And our boy, Donald, probably
added a few more to the list.

Well, you were sure right about
Donald Thompson, weren't you?

Donald Thompson?
Try Donald Boyd Yanow.

- Here,
catch up on your reading.
- What's this?

Yanow's two-ninety file.

It seems that our boy is a registered
sex offender in San Diego County.

You know, after that talk
I had with Mrs. Carmody,

I began to wonder, where does a guy
disappear to for six hours every Wednesday?

So I wired the prints that we
lifted to the five-county area...

Bingo! San Diego.

Donald Boyd Yanow, huh?

Yeah. It was a simple matter
for him to move up here,

change his name to Thompson
and conveniently forget to register

- his M.D.S.O. status with us.
- Twenty-three arrests?

Yeah, that only accounts
for the times we caught him.

Check the time served.

Thirty days county jail,
forty-five days county jail,

seven months state
psychiatric hospital. I don't get it!

Neither do the courts.

He's been arrested 23
times for child molestation.

The last one was for raping
an eight-year-old La Jolla girl.

The best the court could do was
seven months at the state farm,

and now he's back
out on the streets.

You said these guys always showed
a pattern. But he never killed before.

Quince, that's true, and that's
why I need you so desperately.

You see, the kids that
get hurt by pedophiles

are usually the kids
that struggle or resist.

Now, that's my guess with Polly Carmody.
I think the game got too much for her,

she struggled, resisted,
maybe she screamed,

and he thought he was gonna get
discovered and you saw the result.

I think he just panicked.
Come on, we got to go.

- Where?
- I got us a department plane

- waiting for us to
take us to San Diego.
- San Diego?

Yeah, We got to see a Doctor
named Mitzubi. A psychologist.

Yanow's doctor,
as a matter of fact.

- You know him?
- No.

Cinny!

Thanks, honey.

I'll tell you something, if I were
on fire, he wouldn't lend me water.

But you, maybe, you know, a
fellow doctor, professional courtesy.

It's worth a shot,
anyway. Come on.

Stick around, Megan. We'll play.

Yeah, just for a little while.

I can't. I got to go home.

Donald! Donald!

Hey, how're you, princess?
How's my girl, huh?

Fine.

- I thought you were...
- What?

I don't know, I
thought you left.

Me? Now, where would I go, huh?

Besides, you know that
I wouldn't go anywhere

without tellin' my
princess, don't you?

- Yeah.
- Huh?

- Listen,
I have got a surprise.
- What?

Well, I have got
all afternoon off,

so what do you say you
and I spend it together, huh?

- Great!
- Would you like that?

- Yeah!
- What would you like to do?

We can go to Carnival Coroners

and get those terrific
chocolate sundaes they have.

We can go to the mall, huh?

And I'll bet you still want
them cowboy boots, right?

Would you buy 'em for me?

- You got it, princess.
- You'd really get 'em for me?

Well, I certainly would.
Of course, I would.

Now, wait a
minute... Your mom...

I mean, you know how she is
sometimes when I buy you things like that.

I tell you what? Let's
keep it our secret.

- You like secrets?
- Yeah!

Okay. We won't even tell
her that you saw me today.

- Okay, promise?
- Yeah, I promise.

- Okay.
- Let's go!

All right, okay.

Get the old red horse goin'
and let's go. Away we go!

Okay! Let's go to
Carnival Coroners first.

Markesian, I told you before,

you want any information on
any of my M.D.S.O. patients,

you go to the courts
and you show cause.

Doctor, we just don't have
time for a paper chase.

I'm sorry. I can't help you.

Doctor Mitzubi, I don't
think you understand.

And I don't think you
understand, Doctor.

What we're dealing with is
doctor-patient confidentiality.

No, we're dealing
with murder, here.

The murder of one girl, the
possibility of more if you don't help us.

He's your patient,
we wanna see his file.

And that's what he is,
a patient, not a criminal.

He's a convicted sex offender.

A rehabilitated sex offender,

and I intend to see that he stays
that way, on the straight and narrow.

Rehabilitated?
You've got to be joking.

There's no joking here.
I'm his therapist. I know him.

He's got a good
job here, a girl friend.

Holy cow, Mitzubi, the man's been
lying to you. He's lying through his teeth.

He's been living in Los Angeles
and commuting here once a week.

No, that's impossible. I would
know something that blatant.

Really? Like you would know

if your rehabilitated patient

was still plying his trade
on unsuspecting children?

Now, that I know isn't true.

We talk about his sickness and
I'm convinced he hasn't reoffended.

Take a look at those.

We found them in his
residence in Los Angeles.

They're all recent photos.

I'm sorry, but there's still the
question of professional ethics.

The state hospitals and
prisons are overcrowded.

That's the reason for the state's
M.D.S.O, early release outpatient program.

Yanow was
determined by the courts

to be not dangerous to the
health and safety of others.

That's when I got him.
And he is a patient.

You're telling me that patients and
sex offenders and child molesters

are released
months, years early!

Left out on the street to
do whatever they want,

and ail they have to do is
report to you once a week?

When they report in,

I want you to tell him,
Doctor Mitzubi, go on, tell him

that twenty-five percent
of your so-called patients

are rearrested and
convicted every year.

And what about all those patients
who rape and molest and are not caught?

And the ones we do apprehend,

how many children
do they soil and violate

and destroy for the rest of
their lives before we do get 'em?

Ten, twenty, fifty?
Go on, tell him.

We do the best we can!

You have a better idea
for It? Do you, Doctor?

Look, they're gonna
get out sooner or later,

out of the prisons,
out of the hospitals,

we live in a complex
society, Markesian.

A constitutional democracy where every
man deserves the benefit of the doubt

and all the protection
we can offer.

What about the children? Don't
they deserve the same protection?

You speak so eloquently for the
criminal, but who speaks for the victim?

Who speaks for the children?

Thank you very much for
your cooperation, Doctor.

Doctor Quincy, one moment.

You and the Lieutenant,
here, are like everyone else.

You bemoan the problem but always
fail to come up with a better solution.

Tell me, what's yours?

You really wanna
know? All right, I'll tell you.

You take these
animals off the street!

We enact a law for determinate
sentencing of all sex offenders.

Five years for
the first offense,

10 years for the second
offense, 20 for the third.

We put 'em in prison,
where they belong.

Now, if they need or want
psychiatric help we give it to them.

But they sit out their
sentences just the same.

And while we're at it, we vote
out of office all those sitting judges

who think that raping or
violating a five or six-year-old child

is punishable by thirty
days in the county jail.

Put that in your professional
ethics pipe, Doctor.

Thirty days for utterly
destroying a child's life forever?

It's a bad trade-off, a very
bad trade-off. Come on, Quincy.

(PHONE RINGING)

Lieutenant, it's for you.

Markesian... Yeah,
we're on our way.

Mrs. Carmody went to
school to pick up Megan.

The kid got out a
few minutes early.

Some of her friends saw her
getting into an old red pick-up.

- Yanow's truck.
- Yeah.

Outpatient Yanow's truck.

All right. I'll get his
file. I'll get Yanow's file.

What do you hope to find
going back into the body?

You know, the one thing she had
to do at the very last was breathe.

That's why I'm starting with the
nasal cavity. Look... Look at this mucus.

A little yellow discoloration.

Marc, check that out, would you?

Doctor Astin, look at
the specimen, here.

I think I know what it is.

Sam, we'll make
a full set of smears

from the nasal cavity and
the upper respiratory tract.

Marc, call Doctor Scholander
at the botanical gardens.

Tell him I need him
here. Right away.

Quincy? Listen, I think
we have a break through.

The pollen is from
scrub oak and sycamore.

Well, that's terrific. You're
sure about the pollen.

Absolutely. Scrub oak
and sycamore pollen.

Now, we took a swab from
Polly Carmody's nasal membranes

and, Doctor Scholander, from the
botanical gardens, he identified it.

Well, were you able to
localize the source of the pollen?

That's the point.

Scrub oak grows only
in low elevation chaparral

and sycamore are both present
in the Haggerty Canyon area.

Haggerty Canyon?
That place is huge.

It's over a hundred
square miles!

Quincy, it's a hundred and forty
square miles, I know that but...

Listen, it's a start.

I notified Monahan. Now he's
coordinating the Forest Service,

the sheriff's department,
they're sending search teams in.

Listen, I think we
can narrow the search.

We looked at Yanow's file
and his M.O. is always the same.

He uses his boot
laces to bind his victims

and washes 'em ritualistically
in a running stream.

He always does the ritual the same way.
That's why Polly's skin was so wrinkled.

So I should tell Monahan
to confine the search teams

to areas in Haggerty
Canyon near water?

Quincy, there... There's hundreds of
miles of winding streams in that canyon.

I know. That's why you've
got to go back to the body.

Check her over. Maybe there's
some sand or plant material.

Something from the water.
We've got to pinpoint the location.

Yeah, it's certainly worth
a try. I'll get right on that.

Well, we got some kind of
break. It's Haggerty Canyon.

- Where in Haggerty Canyon?
- I don't know.

Well, come on. We can be
at the airport in five minutes.

Come on, princess,
we got to walk from here.

Please, D.B, I... I don't
want to go there today.

Sure you do. Give you a good
chance to break in your new boots.

Now, hand me the camera.

Come on. Out you go.

- That a girl, out you go.
- Let's go home, huh?

Mom's gonna be really
mad if I'm late again.

Don't worry. I called her from the
mall and told her you were with me.

She knows you're all right.

Come on, Megan. We're just gonna walk
down to our favorite stream. Remember?

Please, D.B.

Now, I'm gonna go down there, Megan.
You wanna stay here all by yourself?

Well, come on, then.

- Okay, I'm coming.
- That's my girl.

Come on, now.

The hair has a stiff texture.

But it was washed.

That's it. Crystals at the base
of the hair. Let's take a sample.

(SIRENS BLARING)

- Either of you Doctor Quincy?
- That's me.

Your office called
and said it was urgent.

- You can use the mobile phone.
- Thanks.

What's it look like?

Well, we have horsemen and every
vehicle we can get our hands on.

But there's a hundred square
miles of terrain riven with roads.

Now, if they're out there
and them before dark,

well, you can kiss
this one goodbye.

That's right, Quincy.

Not a trace of
anything in the body

so we did a microscopic examination
of every square inch of epidermis

and we found it.

You found calcium
carbonate crystals

caught in her hair?

Are you sure?

Okay, keep diggin', will you?
You can reach me here. Bye-bye.

- You got something?
- Yeah, salt crystals.

- You mean salt salt?
- No, no, not sodium chloride.

More like calcium carbonate
and some other mineral salts.

There's nothing like a hot
spring in this canyon, is there?

There's an old mineral hot
spring down by the wash.

There's even an old
pump down there.

- Is it in use?
- No, not for years.

But it keeps spitting out
hot water right into the wash.

Well, how far is it?

Not far. Six or seven
miles from here.

- What're we waiting for?
- Let's take that vehicle.

Stream's pretty,
isn't it, Megan?

Well, that was quite a walk.
I'm tired. How about you?

D.B., I don't wanna play
today. Come on. Let's go back.

We will in a few minutes.
Come on over here.

Megan, come over here.

Water's nice,
warm and cleansing.

We're dirty, Megan. We have
to have to wash ourselves.

Now, come on, wash your hands.

- No, I don't wanna play today.
- Now,
Megan, you know the game.

Now, I never hurt you.

We start by washing our
hands. Just like me, see?

Clean, it makes us clean.

Water purifies us.

Please, D.B. I don't wanna play.

- Don't be like Polly!
- Polly?

You...
- Polly was here?
- Megan, wash!

That's right.

Doesn't the water feel good?

Stand up, Megan. I
want to get your picture.

Donald, please!

It's all right,
honey. It's all right.

I'm not gonna let anybody
hurt you. It's all right.

Don't twitch a muscle, you...

Don't shoot!
Please, don't shoot!

I want you to keep your eye on her. Don't
let her out of your sight for one minute.

I'll be right back.

We got real lucky this time.

I know that look, Doctor.
I've seen it all my life.

Believe me, you can't hate or
despise me half as much as I do myself.

But I can't help what I am.

God knows, I can't stop.

Your remorse is a little late, isn't
it? It won't bring Polly Carmody back.

Doctor Quincy around?

Yeah, he's on his lunch
break. The office back there.

Oh, thanks.

I see you're enjoying
the executive lunch.

Hi, Alex. I'm sorry you're
too late for the martinis.

- Want half a sandwich?
- What is it?

It's cream cheese on lime jelly.

No thanks. I'm just passing through
on my way from Yanow's arraignment.

- Yeah, what happened?
- As expected.

- His attorney
entered a not guilty plea.
- Not guilty?

Are you kidding?
He all but confessed

- after you read
him his rights.
- Quincy...

Quincy, this is the way
it always goes down.

Another trial for murder one,
he'll probably get convicted

and then the attorney
will enter an N.G.I.

- What's that?
- Not guilty by
reason of insanity.

They'll retry on that, then
no matter what the outcome,

he'll get another
M.D.S.O. hearing.

Which means...

Which means Yanow could
come up for parole in seven years.

Seven years?

Well, that gives us seven
years to see that laws are passed

so that he and people like him
can't get out and hurt our kids.

We got to find some laws
that will speak for the children.

- We'll be a team.
- Right. What did you say that was?

Cream cheese on lime jelly.

- Take a chance, go ahead.
- All right.

- Yeah, that's good.
- Told you.

- What's the red stuff?
- Ketchup.