Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 7, Episode 16 - The Shadow of Death - full transcript

After a former Vietnam nurse suffering from PTSD turns up dead, Quincy gets involved with a veteran support group in an effort to get the victim's friend, another former nurse, the treatment she needs for her disorder.

Don't let me die here.

It sounded like
you flashed back to

one of your experiences
during the war.

It's called delayed stress.

The woman, they're
the forgotten veterans.

I saw more blood and carnage in that
hospital. I did nine months in combat.

You've not only paid
your dues, you're overpaid.

You've been cheated.

It's to demand a recount.

Gentlemen, you're about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,



the world of forensic medicine.

Hello?

Hi. This is your
friendly wakeup call.

Oh.

Rachel, is that you?

Yeah... listen.

No jokes, please.

Are you okay?

You sound a little fuzzy.

I just had another nightmare.

Another one?

Yeah.

Well, it keeps my
nightlife entertaining.

What'd you call for, anyway?



Can I pick you up about
fifteen minutes early today?

I have to make a stop
on the way to work.

Sure.

Oh, Rachel, listen, uh...

What do you say
we stop at Kenny Bar

on the way home
tonight. Have a few laughs.

Okay by me.

See you in a bit, okay?

Bye. Bye.

I swear. I thought this
day would never end.

I'm not... It's not fun.

It really isn't.

Oh, good.

Evenin', ladies.

Evening.

You bet. The usual?

Kenny, make mine a double.

Rough day, huh?

You know it.

Rachel, I swear...

If Mr. Kemper makes
me take the blame

on over ordering
that stock, I'll quit.

Come on. That what we're paid
for, to be scapegoats for the boss.

Not this lady.

I won't wash his coffee
cup, I won't water his plants

and I won't take the
rap for his mistakes.

Lord, I needed this.

I figure what with today
market, I'm lucky to have a job.

I don't want to rock the boat.

And that, my dear, is why you'll
keep on bailing out the bilge.

Personally, I'd
rather jump ship.

Chris, you're all talk.

Hi. Buy you ladies a drink?

All talk?

You sure can.

Hit us again, Kenny.

I'm fine.

And I'll have a Scotch rocks.

What your name?

They call me Rod.

I'm Chris... This is
my friend Rachel.

I was lookin' to get a bite to
eat, maybe take in a movie.

Well, you don't waste time.

I like that.

Eliminates a lot of small talk.

So, how about it?

I have a better idea.

Let get the bite to eat...

And see what happens.

See you later, babe.

Listen, you sure
you want to do this?

Very sure.

This is the best way I know
to get rid of nightmares.

A lot more fun
than sleeping pills.

Don't worry.

I'm ready. Ready?

Round and round she goes.

Now where she lands,
she never knows or cares.

Hey, take it easy on her, okay?

Listen, Rachel, don't get
me wrong. I like you ladies.

But Chris lives pretty
close to the edge,

you know? A little
too much booze.

A little quick to walk out with the
first guy that comes in. That's all.

If you knew what
she been through,

you wouldn't be
so quick to judge.

I'm not judging. I just don't
think she has any class, that all.

Why? Because she
won't give you a tumble?

Oh, come on, give
me a break, will you?

She' ain't my type.

Listen, she was a
nurse in Vietnam.

She went through hell
over there and it still with her.

All things considered,
she copes pretty well.

You told me you
were in 'Nam, too.

Yeah.

You still a lady?

Ma'am, please just stay.

Please just stay. I'm scared.

Nurse, I need you.

Ma'am, please, don't go.

Please, Ma'am, stay.

I don't want to die here.

Not here. Oh,
don't leave. Don't!

Oh, why?

Don't be scared.
You're not gonna die.

I'll take care of
you, I promise.

Damn it, nurse.
Hurry! I'll be right back.

I need that compress!

Rachel?

Rachel?

You okay, Rachel?

What?

If you didn't like the olives,

don't take it out
on the toothpick.

Oh.

Guess next time
I'll try the onions.

Hey, Chris? We're gonna be
late if you don't get a move on.

Chris, you left your
door open again.

Chris?

Chris, are you
still in the shower?

Quince, you have any other
photos you want me to take?

Yeah, take some close up
of the blood spatters, will you?

Sure.

Did you find any signs
of breaking and entering?

Nothing. Whoever
it was, she let him in.

Then he shot her in the chest.

From the bruising on the body, it looks
like she put up a struggle. Any leads?

Her friend said she left a
bar with some guy last night.

We'll follow that up.

What her name?

Rachel. Rachel Kane.

Hello, Rachel. I'm Doctor
Quincy, from the Coroner office.

I know this has
been a terrible shock.

If you don't feel like
talking, I'll understand.

It okay.

The gun we found... Near
the doorway of her bedroom.

Did that belong to Chris?

I don't know.

She'd talked
about getting a gun.

She was afraid
of a lot of things.

Miss Kane...

We'd like to get a positive ID.

Could you do that for us?

What?

Take a look at the body and tell
us for sure that it Chris O'Brien.

Do I have to?

I don't think I can
handle it right now.

No, no, it okay. Of course
you don't have to do it.

We'll ID her later.

Sure.

Is there anyone you could
call, to go and be with you now?

I'll just go home.

You shouldn't be alone now.
This has been a real shock.

Thanks for your concern,
Doctor. I'm used to being alone.

I don't need anyone. Honest.

Promise me you'll call later.
Let me know how you're doing.

Promise.

I promise.

Chris O'Brien, female
Caucasian, age thirty four,

gunshot victim.

There even more bruising
on the body than I'd thought.

It looks like she put up
some kind of struggle.

Did you do fingernail
scrapings at the site?

Yeah, I gave them to Mark
to rehydrate and flatten.

I tried to take gunshot
residue on her hands.

But they were
covered with blood.

Looked like she had crawled
around on the floor for a while

and got covered with blood.

Be pretty hard to find
gunshot residue after that.

Let take samples
again just to be sure.

Okay.

Sam, look at the bruising on
her legs and in the pelvic region.

It might have been
more than just a struggle.

Yeah. You mean rape?

Let check it out, Sam. See if we
can get a blood type on the guy.

All right.

Hello?

Oh, Rachel! I'm glad you called.

Well, you made me promise.

I almost didn't have the nerve.

I'm glad you did. I've been thinking
about you. How are you doing?

I'm better now.

I just can't...

I can't believe
this has happened.

It seems like...

Chris and I ought
to be coming home

from work complaining
about the boss.

I hope you didn't
go to work today.

No, I called in
sick for a few days.

But I'm wondering
if that was smart.

Now I'm just here, alone.

Nothing to do but think.

Listen, what are
you doing for dinner?

Oh, no I wasn't hinting
that you should...

I know you weren't.
It's my idea completely.

What's your address?

642, North Charles.

Ok, I'll pick you
up about seven.

Bye bye. Thanks.

Be right there!

I'm coming!

Hi. Hi.

I feel a little like I
coerced you into this.

That ridiculous. Who
wouldn't want to go

to dinner with a
beautiful woman?

You look terrific.

Thank you.

Oh, Doctor, you
know just what to say.

I feel better already.

Okay. Let me just get my purse.

You all right?

Sure.

I haven't eaten much today.

Then we're going
to the right place.

Chris had so many problems with
her life and then to have it end...

In such a brutal way...

I guess life isn't fair.

What kind of
problems did she have?

Waitress?

I'm gonna have
something a little stronger.

Uh, could I have a vodka rocks?

I'm fine.

Chris was a Vietnam
veteran. A nurse.

It really messed her up.

She had nightmares.

She kept reliving things
that happened in the war.

She was all full of...

Rage, I guess is the best word.

All bottled up,
ready to explode.

I've seen her sit at a bar...

And jab her toothpick

into the counter until it was
nothing but shreds of wood.

How is the investigation coming?

We'll be able to get a
blood type on the guy.

Rachel. Blood Type?

Chris was raped before she died.

Oh, no... Poor Chris.

Excuse me...

Thank you.

Doctor Quincy, there
a phone call for you.

I'm sorry, Rachel.
I'll be right back.

But, Sam, it's no big deal.
There's no time limit on it.

Yeah.

No. Just a tissue specimen
someone had misplaced.

Hey, what wrong?

You think I didn't
see that? Pardon me?

You think you can
treat me like that?

I don't understand what...

I don't have to take
that from you or anyone!

Don't ever come near me again.

Just leave me alone from now on.

Call me a taxi.

What we'll do is plant Rachel at
the bar where they met this guy.

Sounds like he might have
hit the place on a regular basis.

She spots him, gives us
a high sign, we nail him.

I don't know... I don't
think she's up to it.

What there to be up to?
All she has to do is sit there.

I guess you're right.

So I thought maybe you
could call and explain it to her...

Me? No, I don't think so.

Well, you know her. It might
sound better coming from you.

Trust me, Monahan. I'm
not the one to talk to her now.

"I was full of hot air last night.
Please forgive me. Rachel."

Hello, Rachel? It Quincy.

Listen I feel like
"Alice In Wonderland."

Are you mad at me?

No, of course not.

Oh, I'm so glad.

I know I was awful, you
should be mad at me.

But it seemed like
everything caved in.

Yesterday was so terrible...

I understand. The shock
must have been enormous.

And I guess everything just built
up in me and I took it out on you.

The one person who
trying to be nice to me.

Don't apologize!

I was really happy
to hear from you.

My office looks like
opening day at the circus!

Is that good?

You bet. I love the circus.

Rachel, Lieutenant Monahan
going to be contacting you.

To see if you
would go to the bar

where you and
Chris met that man.

Identify him for the police.

I told him you might
not feel up to it.

If it the right thing to do.

If he the one, I want to help...

Identify him.

But it a little scary.

Monahan will have too many
plain clothes men in that place.

There absolutely
no danger to you.

I'd be there but I'm up to my ears
in work that has to be done tonight.

I understand.

Could I, maybe
call you afterwards.

Just to touch base?

Count on it.

I don't think he's
gonna show tonight.

Night's still early.

Hi, darling.

I'm sorry I'm late. You
wouldn't believe my day.

I see you've ordered
for me. Thank you.

Hi, Rod.

Remember me?

No, I really don't think so.

We're the police.
You're under arrest.

Put your hands in
front of you on the table.

What? What going on here?

You're under arrest. You're
gonna have to come with us.

This is crazy, leave me alone!

All right, take him away.

Hey, wait a minute.
Hold on, will you?

There's gotta be an
explanation for this.

Don't touch him.

He is hurt.

Oh, help him, please.

Just stay still.

Is it serious?

I don't think so, but please
call the paramedics immediately.

He's in shock.

Would you roll up your coat
and put it under his legs?

Somebody get a blanket or
a coat to cover him, quickly!

Miss Kane

Lieutenant, this
patient is in shock.

His color is pale.

He has a superficial
scalp wound.

He might have a concussion.

Miss Kane, are you a nurse?

Yes.

Please give me a cloth napkin.
I'll try to get the bleeding stopped

before he transported.

Just lay still.
Just... Easy, easy.

Don't let me die, please.

Don't leave me alone.

Please!

If you leave me alone, I'll die.

I know... I know I'll die.

Miss! Miss! Get over here!

Yea, though I walk through
the valley of the shadow of death.

What is it?

Doctor, this patient is gone.

He needs a body bag.

The choppers on its way, What?

Charlie Company
sustained heavy casualties.

Mobilize all available
personnel for duty, stat.

Miss Kane.

I'll contact surgery
to get ready.

They're coming... Easy...

It's okay...

They're coming...

I know. It's gonna be all right.

They're coming and
I'm gonna go to surgery.

All right. All right,
you go. Calm down.

He's gone. Easy.

He's gone. Easy.

It's gonna be okay.

Rachel, are you okay?

Yeah.

I came as soon as
Monahan called me.

You didn't have to come all the
way here. I know how busy you are.

It's no trouble, honest.

Monahan told me you got
very upset, you were incoherent.

Well, it hasn't exactly been the
most relaxing two days I've ever spent.

My best friend killed...

Then sitting there like a decoy.

The police and that fight...

Maybe you'd come unglued, too.

Rachel...

Were you a nurse in Vietnam too?

Yes. So what?

You never mentioned it.

There nothing to mention.

It was a long time ago
and it over with now.

You said Chris had problems...

That she couldn't
let go of Vietnam.

That was Chris. Not me.

Monahan said it sounded
like you had flashed back

to something that
happened during the war.

Well, maybe that the way it
sounded to him. I can't help that.

When you got upset,
it had nothing to do

with your experiences
as a nurse?

No!

I don't know why you
keep harping at that!

I think maybe you need help.

You know what I need right now?

A drink.

You want to help
me, buy me a drink.

If you don't want to, get out of
my way so I can buy my own.

Well, your instincts are
right on, Doctor Quincy.

The symptoms are
consistent for almost everyone.

You have depression,
drug or alcohol abuse.

Lack of trust.

Inability to form
lasting relationships...

Sudden rages...
nightmares... flashbacks.

Inability to keep a job...

And you think Rachel is
a victim of this syndrome?

It sounds like it.

Remember, delayed stress
is not an emotional disorder.

It's a normal response to
a life threatening situation.

Anybody who served in Vietnam
might be expected to suffer the effects.

But many don't realize
that. Even deny it.

Why? Why deny such
a dreadful experience?

Because of the special
circumstances of that war.

Have a seat.

I'm not talking about
whether it was good or bad,

moral or immoral.

Any war will have
a profound effect

on the psyches
of its combatants.

But the Vietnamese
War divided the country.

Half of us thought we should
escalate and wipe out the enemy,

the other half didn't think
we should be there at all.

There wasn't any unified
support of the war effort.

And how did that
affect the veterans?

Well, remember that the
people who went there...

Mostly did so for
all the right reasons.

Patriotism...

Idealism, loyalty to country.

Yeah.

Now then, they were dropped

into a vicious, futile
war for a year of hell,

and when they came home,
they expected a pat on the back.

Instead...

People called them dope heads.

They were called baby killers.

There were no
parades, no cheers.

They came back here

armless and legless and battered

to a country which
seemed disgusted

with them for what
they had done.

Nobody wanted to
talk about the war.

So they kept it all
bottled up inside...

All the pain, the
terror, the atrocity.

And for most of them,
there it has stayed.

Can they be helped?
Eating away at them.

Counseling, group therapy
or individual therapy,

whatever appropriate
for the person.

It not a miracle cure, just a
place where the vets can feel safe.

Share feelings with people who've
gone through the same things.

Realize they're not crazy even
though they may feel crazy.

But how about
someone like Rachel

who has the problem
but won't admit it?

That actually pretty common.

Most Viet vets don't
connect the problems

they're having
in their lives here

with their experiences
in Vietnam.

Making that connection and
admitting that they're in trouble...

That half the battle.

And how do I get her to do that?

We can talk to her.

We can bring her in here.

Offer her help.

Beyond that, Doctor Quincy,
there not much anyone can do.

And if she refuses,
what happens to her?

That hard to predict.

On the basis of
what you've told me,

that she sounds
desperately in need of help.

There have been over 47,000
suicides among Viet vets.

Almost as many as
were killed in battle.

47,000 suicides?

More.

I'd hate to see Rachel
become one of those statistics.

Okay, so it wasn't too
smart to put up a fight.

You don't know what
happening, you just react.

Maybe you wanted to get away.

What for? You knew
you were caught.

What do you mean caught?

How many times do I have to
tell you? I didn't hurt that broad.

That's what you say.

Our record shows
three assaults on women.

That was a long time ago.
I don't do that anymore.

I'm sure.

Let go back again.

You picked her up, you
had some dinner. Then what?

I told you...

I could tell she was one of
these women that all show, no go.

Besides, by the time
we got done with dinner,

she was so drunk
she could hardly talk.

I bought her a steak dinner
and she didn't even touch it.

But she sure put away the booze.

Did she have any
fish for an appetizer?

No. I told you she
was too drunk to eat.

So what did you do after dinner?

We got outside and
she started getting nasty.

I figured it wasn't worth
it so I dumped her there.

Outside the restaurant?

Yeah. It better than
hitting her, isn't it?

What time was that?

A little after nine.

And where did you go?

Home.

At nine o'clock?
A swinger like you?

My luck was running so
bad I didn't want to press it.

You can verify that can't you?

No. I can't verify it.

I told you I went home. I
live alone. Nobody saw me.

Then nobody believes you.

We're gonna find out
what your blood type is

and if it matches what we
found you're in a lot of trouble.

Namely, rape and murder one.

Get him out of here and
arrange for the blood type.

Yes, indeed. Come on.

What do you think?

He's lying about one thing.

What do you mean?
What she had for dinner.

Well it doesn't jibe with the stomach
content we analyzed after the autopsy.

Fish. Uncooked.

Raw fish?

Yep. And she had
to have eaten it

a couple hours later
than nine o'clock.

Maybe she ate it
after they got home.

He said she didn't touch dinner.

Maybe.

You have a lot more digging
to do. I'm gonna go see Rachel.

How she doing?

If the guy from the Veterans
Center reached her, I'm a hero.

If he didn't, I'm the dog house.

I don't know how you
could have done that to me.

Going behind my back,
contacting that person,

having him come visit me.

Just trying to help.

Ben Patterson
said they're getting

dramatic results
working with Viet vets.

We've been over this before!

I told you I've already handled

any feelings I had
from being in the war.

There nothing more to do.

Rachel...

Have you been drinking?

What do you mean,
"Been drinking"?

You make it sound like I've been

on an all day toot or something.

I've had a couple glasses
of wine. What the big deal?

Don't you see the
similarity to Chris?

The drinking, the
nightmares, the flashbacks...

No, I don't see the similarity.

What about Chris' promiscuity?
Do we share that similarity too?

You went to the other extreme.

You went through a divorce a year
after you came home from Vietnam.

And you haven't
been really close

with a man since then, have you?

What are you accusing me of?

I'm not accusing you of
anything, I'm trying to help.

Maybe I don't want your help!

I don't need anybody's help!

Rachel...

You're not going
to chase me away.

You're a dynamite girl with
enough potential to fly to the moon.

And I'm not gonna
let you scare me off

I'm sure it worked
for you before...

But not this time.

Please trust me.

Go one time to the Veterans
Center. See how it feels.

So why didn't it work with you?

Why aren't you running?

I am.

Torture.

You don't play fair, Doctor.

And when they
started moving through,

we let 'em have it
with everything we had.

And uh... when
it was all over...

We heard these kids.

Cryin' and moanin'.

They were moving' through
with children, for crying out loud!

And we had to sit there
all night, listening to these...

These little kids dying.

Now when I look at
my own kids sleeping...

That all I can think about.

Makes you realize...

We were kids when we were there.

Eighteen, nineteen.

My boy's not much
younger than that now.

Can't imagine him going
off to some hellhole like that.

But I thought I
was pretty tough.

Gonna win medals
and come back a hero.

You win any medals, man?

Yeah.

I uh... I got me a Silver
and a Bronze star.

They're home in
my dresser drawer.

I got the Silver the
day my buddy Keiko...

Took it in the guts
with a grenade

And he died yelling
for somebody...

To shoot him and
put him out of his pain.

I don't look at those
medals too much.

Rachel... you haven't
been here before.

But you've met all the guys.

But you've heard some
of the experiences.

Is there anything
you've heard that reminds

you of some of the
things you went through?

Well, not really.

Nothing at all?

Well, they're all combat vets.

I was in a hospital the
whole time. It's different.

Yeah. Worse!

Oh, come on.

Listen, I was in
a unit for a while

and I saw what you
nurses went through.

Out on the line
somebody got wounded

and a chopper would
take 'em right away.

Where to?

To the hospitals, to you.

I saw more blood and carnage in that
hospital emergency room in one night

than I did in nine
months of combat.

But you were
risking your lives...

We weren't out
there, fighting...

Not fighting?

What about when the
VC hospital was overrun?

A nurse told me that
happened all the time.

And she had to get thirty or
forty patients under their beds

and then guard
the door with a .45

'cause that all you
could carry was a .45.

I call that risking your life!

I told you it was different!

Look, I'm sorry...

I know you're all
trying to help. But...

It different for me, I
don't have a problem.

It was over a long time ago.

But I'm fine. Okay?

So thanks.

The Lord is my
shepherd, I shall not want.

He makes me lie
down in green pastures.

He leads me beside still
waters, he restores my soul.

He leads me in paths of
righteousness for his name's sake.

Yea though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death

I shall fear no evil.

Ma'am, please stay here. Please.

Don't let me die...

Listen, lady, are you all right?

Ma'am, are you all right?

Oh, no!

Hey, Quince, I finished the blood
typing on that murder suspect.

It's not even close.

Whoever raped Chris O'Brien has
type A blood, and the suspect blood is O.

And he didn't have any scratches

to match the skin
under her nails.

Well maybe he didn't rape her. But
that doesn't mean he didn't murder her.

I don't think anyone
murdered her.

What that supposed to mean?

I think she killed herself.

How do you figure that, Quince?

We overlooked the
possibility because of the rape,

the struggle, the
fact that the gun

was found quite a
distance from the body.

But I remembered
an interesting fact

about people who kill
themselves with guns.

Men will tend to shoot
themselves in the head,

but women tend
to shoot themselves

through their chest. Like Chris.

That's hardly conclusive.

Of course not. But
say I remember...

We couldn't get gunpowder
residues from her hands

because they were
covered with blood.

That's because
she had apparently

crawled around on
the floor before dying.

That's when she moved
away from the gun.

So the position of the
gun didn't mean anything.

That still doesn't tell
us she killed herself.

No, Sam.

But this does.

What's that?

Pyridyldiphenyltriazine.

Trace metal detection re-agent.

If Chris held a gun,

this spray would leave a pattern

of where the metal
touched her hand.

So go ahead and spray.

And? I already have.

I matched the weapon
that killed her to this.

Bingo.

Suicide?

Well, I'll be darned.

After she was raped,
she came home...

Humiliated, devastated,
probably had some more to drink.

And some time
shortly before dawn,

she got the gun
and shot herself.

I would have bet six months'
salary that that girl was done in.

What a kookie thing to do.

Just like her friend Rachel.

What do you mean?

You mean you don't know.

She's in the Park
Memorial Hospital.

She came unglued again last
night and ran out into traffic.

Lucky she wasn't killed.

Something I said?

Isn't it always?

You better turn away from me.

What's wrong?

Your continual
lying to yourself...

Your determination to destroy
yourself, that's what wrong.

It was an accident.

You don't really
believe that, do you?

You're not going to keep
pretending that there is nothing wrong.

That there is no problem.
That everything fine.

Because Rachel...

Because you're trying to
kill yourself, just like Chris did.

Chris didn't kill herself.

Yes, she did.

She picked up a gun and
she fired it into her own body

because she was so tormented

she couldn't stand
living anymore.

No, I don't believe it!

She was murdered!

You want to believe
that. You're lying!

Because it a little
too close to home.

I don't know what
you're talking about!

Yes, you do.

Anyway you look
at it, Chris O'Brien

was a casualty of
the Vietnam War.

And you're getting closer and
closer to being another one.

Please!

Why? Leave me alone.

So you could go on and
keep denying your problem.

It's none of your business!

Yes, it is.

I care about you,
so it's my problem.

You have not only paid
your dues, you've overpaid.

And I'm going to see that you get
a rebate, whether you want it or not.

Boy, oh, boy.

Have we done a great job on you.

Oh, did we brainwash you?

You came back
looking for a kind word

and a pat on the head,
comforting embrace.

Instead, you got a cold shoulder
and a kick in the stomach.

And you took it.

You should have kicked back.

You should have
screamed and hollered.

What did I do? Bring
home a basket of snakes?

I went over there for you.

I died a thousand times for you.

How dare you treat me like this?

But no, you
accepted the rejection.

You sat on your anger.

Until you believed that
you were the bad guy.

That you deserved
everything you got,

that you had no worth.

Well, it not true.

You were cheated.

It time you demanded a recount.

It was September, 1970.

We got notice that
Charlie Company

had taken heavy
casualties in a fire fight.

We were swamped...

They kept bringing in
more and more wounded...

They were so badly hurt...

And so young...

Like broken children...

I was working in the
emergency room of this unit.

It was full of gurneys
and stretchers...

Full of boys with
terrible wounds...

Blood.

And the smell of blood.

And urine.

And the smell of
diesel fuel and ammo.

I was assisting a doctor

and I was cutting
away the uniform

from this one
soldier, his leg was...

We knew it'd have to come off
even if he did live until surgery.

And the doctor asked
me for a sterile compress,

but there weren't
any more on the cart.

So I went to the
supply cupboard and...

This hand...

Grabbed my arm.

I looked down and the
hand was covered with blood.

This boy, he was so young,

he couldn't have
been over eighteen,

and he was in pain,

and he was scared...

He said, "Please
ma'am, don't let me die."

I remember thinking he must
have been raised to be polite

because even then
he was saying please,

and calling me "ma'am."

I told him we'd take care of
him, but he kept holding me.

I took his hand and held it.

And then the doctor
started yelling at me.

"Nurse, where's that compress?"

So...

I told the boy I'd be right
back, but he kept holding on.

But he kept saying "Don't let
go. Please, don't let me die."

And then the doctor
starts yelling that he's

got a hemorrhage
starting and get over here

and I had to make a choice and I
figured the hemorrhage was critical.

So I let go of his hand...

And I promised him
that he'd be okay,

I'd take care of him
and I'd be right back.

I promised him.

And then I left him.

About thirty seconds later...

I looked over at him.

The Chaplain was there,
and I heard him saying,

"Yea, though I walk
through the valley

"of the shadow of
death, I will fear no evil."

But I knew the
boy couldn't hear it.

And I went running over and I
looked down at the boy face...

And he was dead.

And I had promised him.

That I'd take care of
him and he wouldn't die.

And now it was too late.

So I said... very calmly.

"Doctor, this patient is gone.

"He needs a body bag."

And then I went back to work.

I don't get it. Why would
you want to come back here?

I guess maybe it kind
of like eating peanuts.

Now that I've started
facing things, I can't stop.

I don't want to hide
from the past anymore.

Hey, Rachel, how you doin'?

What can I do for you?

Just some soda water
with a slice of lemon.

You're on the wagon?

Yeah.

A glass of wine. What about you?

Looks like you're pretty busy.

Yeah. Late night
picked up recently.

If you like sushi,
they do it well here.

Sushi?

A Japanese dish.

I know what it is.

It's raw fish.

It not to everyone
taste, but I love it.

And Chris... Did
she like it, too?

Yeah, yeah, she
was crazy about it.

Sometimes she'd call me up and
we'd drive here at eleven o'clock at night

just so she could get sashimi.

Here you go, folks.

Thanks, Kenny.

This card says your sushi is only
served after eleven. How come?

We started the sushi bar to draw

the after theater
crowd. You know.

People are hungry but
they want something light.

Sushi is perfect.

Yeah, I guess so.

Why are you suddenly
so interested in sushi?

The bartender... Is this the
guy you told me liked Chris?

Yes, he was always after her...

But she wouldn't have
nothing to do with him. Why?

I just have a hunch that the last
part of the puzzle has fallen into place.

Yeah. Bartender...

May I have that ashtray, please?

You got two clean
ashtrays right there.

I like the one you just put
your cigarette out in, please.

Whatever you say.

Thank you.

Hey, what's all this?

You know anything
about forensic medicine?

No.

It's an amazing
science. You'd love it.

Take this cigarette.

It's bad for you,
we all know that.

But it could get you
in other ways, too.

Like how?

I could get your blood type
from the saliva on the cigarette.

Okay. Why would you
want my blood type?

Well... Let say you
committed a crime like rape.

Now we could tell
from this cigarette

if your blood type
matches the same type.

Yeah, okay. A lot of guys
got my blood type though.

That's very good.
Very, very good.

But you might be the only
one with that type blood

that had access to
the victim. Like say...

Last Thursday night.

When Chris came back here
after Rod left her at the restaurant.

She never came back
here Thursday night.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

I think you do.

I doubt that she'd know of any other
sushi bar that opened until midnight.

Oh, she was here that night

and she ate the fish we
found in her stomach here too.

You're bananas. You're
crazy. You know that?

What do you think you're doing?

Healed, haven't they.

I was wrong, you're gonna
hate forensic medicine.

Because I'll bet it's going
to prove that your skin

matches the skin we found
under Chris' fingernails.

I'll be right back. I'm going to
go call Lieutenant Monahan.

I'd stay right behind
that bar if I were you.

You're pretty cute,
aren't you, Rachel?

You led him right to me.

I didn't know anything,
he figured it out.

Oh, yeah.

If I go to jail for this, I
should have a lot of company.

Because your friend, she
was anything but a saint.

She was a tramp.

The girl you brought
was a brunch of tramp.

So they've asked me to do a
series of radio and television ads

reaching out to the women vets,

letting them know there's
help available if they want it.

Do you know I'm the only woman who's
ever gone to the Vet Center for help?

We're failing the women, Quincy.

We're getting to the men.

More and more,
they're seeking help,

banding together,
becoming vocal.

But the women are
the forgotten veterans.

The Government
isn't even exactly sure

how many women
served in Vietnam,

much less who
and where they are.

We're guessing there were at
least fifty thousand, mostly nurses.

And a lot of them are having
the same delayed stress reactions

as the combat vets.

That why we have to
make an effort, reach out.

Let them know we're here.

I'm so proud of you.