Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 8, Episode 8 - Next Stop, Nowhere - full transcript

"L.A. Coroner Quincy says punk
rock contributed to teen's death."

♪ Cut your wrists and watch
your life go down the drain ♪

Whoever killed the
boy was being egged on

by words that literally
cried out for blood.

No! I won't forget
Zach. I loved him.

- You stabbed him.
- It's not possible!

We have a warrant
for her arrest.

You're the killers!
Your whole sick society.

What could persuade
a kid to act like that?

Maybe the greatest
persuader there is... Music.

You're not really saying
that music can kill, are you?



The music I heard
said that life was cheap,

that suicide and
murder are okay.

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work,

the world of forensic medicine.

She's not coming.

She said she'll be
here, she'll be here.

Come on, let's go! I
didn't come here to sit.

You're not sittin',
you're flying, man.

You wanna see me fly? Wait
till that band starts jammin'.

Here, take one of these.

Nah. It'd just slow me down.

There she is!
What did I tell you?

Abby! We're over here!



Hey! I didn't think you
were gonna make it.

It wasn't easy. My mom
thinks I'm at a movie.

My folks think I am a movie.

Come on, your face could
use a little punking up.

Don't take too long. The
next set's about to start.

If I go home like this my
mother's going to disown me.

I didn't know she owned you.

You ought to do it. Just
blow the old girl's mind.

Gosh, I'm in enough
trouble already.

What's up?

She doesn't want me
to see Zach anymore.

What're you gonna do about it?

I'm here, aren't I?

Come on, hold still. I'm
almost done. Stand still.

I'm so keyed up.

What you need
is a nice mellower.

You have something with you?

Don't leave home without 'em.

As long as it's not codeine.
I'm allergic to that stuff.

Just good old 'ludes.

You know, you're really
ugly. I mean, really ugly.

The ugliest.

The ugliest, scummiest
crowd we've played.

That's saying something.
One, two, three, four!

♪ Saw a blind man the other day

♪ Took his pencils and ran away

♪ Watched a man
dying in the street

♪ Said "Go to hell if
you can't take the heat"

♪ Give up I don't
know why you try

♪ Give up You know you gonna die

♪ Give up It's all a stupid joke

♪ Give up I want
to see you choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke

♪ Get a job for the man

♪ Blow his brains out if you can

♪ Tell the judge
you didn't like his face

♪ There's no garbage
like the human race

♪ Give up I don't
know why you try

♪ Give up You know you gonna die

♪ Give up It's all a stupid joke

♪ Give up I want
to see you choke ♪

Watch me. You're gonna
see some real slam-dancing.

I'm going with you.

No, you wait here. It gets
pretty radical out there.

Come on, you could get hurt.

So could anyone
who gets in my way.

♪ Saw a blind man the other day

♪ Took his pencils and ran away

♪ Saw a man dying in the street

♪ Said, "Go to hell if
you can't take the heat"

♪ Give up I don't
know why you try

♪ Give up You
know you going to die

♪ Give up It's all a stupid joke

♪ Give up I want
to see you choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke

♪ Get a job for the man

♪ Blow his brains out if you can

♪ Tell the judge
you didn't like his face

♪ There's no garbage
like the human race

♪ Give up I don't
know why you try

♪ Give up You
know you going to die

♪ Give up It's all a stupid joke

♪ Give up I want
to see you choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke ♪

They're hurting him!

♪ Get a job for the man

♪ Blow his brains out if you can

♪ Tell the judge
you didn't like his face

♪ There's no garbage
like the human race

♪ Give up I don't
know why you try

♪ Give up You
know you going to die

♪ Give up It's all a stupid joke

♪ Give up I want
to see you choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke

♪ Mushroom cloud in the sky

♪ I see battles see the city fry

♪ You bought the
gun put it to your head

♪ You pull the trigger
and you're better off dead ♪

♪ Give up I don't
know why you try

♪ Give up You
know you going to die

♪ Give up It's all a stupid joke

♪ Give up I want
to see you choke ♪

Coroner's case
number 82-5-5-7-3.

John Doe, 1-2-6,
unidentified male, Caucasian.

Age, approximately 18.

I thought some ID
was found on the body.

There was ID all
right, but it wasn't his.

- Stolen?
- Yeah.

Picture on the driver's
license wasn't even close.

Hmm.

Look at these scars, Sam.

Somebody carved
little X's into his arm.

Probably self-inflicted.
I've seen it before.

Why would anyone do that?

Why would anyone want to
pretend every day was Halloween?

To shock, I guess. To
get a rise out of people.

Those scars aren't recent, but
these cuts and bruises sure are.

He took quite a beating.

Look at these heel marks,

like he was stepped
on over and over again.

It's hard to believe this
took place on a dance floor

without someone
trying to stop it.

The police report says
by the time they got there

it turned into quite a brawl.

Help me turn him over, Sam.

Some kind of puncture
wound here on the neck.

Not very big, but
it might be deep.

Hand me the scalpel.

Stabbed to death.

Oh, yeah.

That's the tip of
the murder weapon.

It broke off when the
assailant bent the instrument,

either on impact
or withdrawing it.

What are we talking
about here, an ice pick?

Yeah. You find it and we'll be
able to match it with this metal chip.

Nothing like that's
turned up so far.

The boys'll stay on it.

Sam, any luck in
ID'ing the victim?

We're sending the dental
information to Sacramento.

Maybe you won't have to.

Quincy, Dr. Hanover
is waiting in your office.

Emily?

She has information on
the boy you just autopsied.

Hello, Emily.

Dr. Asten told me you were here.

Has she been here?

- Who?
- Abigail. Abigail Garvin.

I thought she might have come
here to find out about Zach...

How he died.

If you mean the boy who was
murdered at the Ground Zero,

nobody's claimed the
body or identified him yet.

All I know is that
his name is Zach,

that he's a runaway,

and that Abigail would
have given her life for him.

She loved him that much.

But even she didn't
know his real name.

Sit down. Abigail's
your patient?

Yes, I counseled her and her
mother for almost five months,

before she got away from me.

And you don't know
where she is now?

Susan, her mother, called
me early this morning.

Abigail didn't come
home last night.

I made some phone calls,
including one to the police.

That's when I found
out about Zach's death.

Oh, I'm just afraid this could
push Abby over the brink.

You mean suicide?

She is so vulnerable right now.

And her mother doesn't
know how to handle her.

Susan's raised
the girl by herself

since her husband
left them six years ago.

She works 10 hours a day
running her own restaurant,

and then she goes
home to find her daughter

burning cigarette
holes in her arms,

shredding her
clothes, taking pills,

locking herself in her room,

and listening to
violence-oriented punk rock music

that does nothing but
reinforce all her bad feelings.

You're not blaming what
happened to the girl on the music?

Oh, don't underestimate
this particular music, Quincy.

You tell a vulnerable
kid over and over again

that life isn't worth living,

that violence is its own reward

and you add to it the
intensity this music has,

and you just might convince her.

It's funny.

I see these kids on the street, I
never give them a second thought.

I thought they were
another silly fad,

something that'd be blown
away in the next breeze.

I never thought it
went deeper than that.

Silly fad, huh?

Let me take you
down to this club.

It's something you have to see
with your own eyes to believe.

I've watched kids carried off
the dance floor with crushed ribs

and bloody faces,

like soldiers fighting
some kind of insane war.

What could persuade
a kid to act like that?

Maybe the greatest
persuader there is... Music.

♪ No way out No
way out of the rain

♪ No shortcuts,
baby No fast lane

♪ Ain't no tomorrow
only yesterday's pain

♪ So cut your wrists

♪ And watch your
life go down the drain

♪ Next stop nowhere
I wanna get off

♪ Next stop nowhere
I wanna get off

♪ Wake me if I'm sleeping I
don't want to miss my stop ♪

You're not too good at
taking hints, are you, lady?

I'm a glutton for
punishment, Mr. Lasker.

And don't tell me I'm
in the wrong place.

What do I look like, a pharmacy?

- Hey, do you work here?
- I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

No, I'm with the
coroner's office.

Sure. I've heard you guys play.

You got a great band.

Any luck?

- What?
- Luck! Any luck?

If anybody knows
anything about Zach's death,

they're not telling me any
more than they told the police.

I did find out that
Abigail's okay.

Molly said she came
home this afternoon.

♪ Next stop nowhere
I wanna get off

♪ Next stop nowhere
I wanna get off ♪

It's called slam dancing.

You join that and you take
your life into your hands.

I have no intention
of doing that.

♪ No more bozos on your case

♪ No more staring
at your ugly face

♪ Ain't no winners
in this rat race

♪ So pull the plug and
disappear without a trace

♪ Next stop nowhere
I wanna get off

♪ Next stop nowhere
I wanna get off ♪

- Seen enough of
this silly fad?
- Go.

♪ Next stop nowhere
I wanna get off ♪

You okay, honey?

Did you get any sleep?

I still have time to fix you some
breakfast before I go to work.

I'm not hungry.

- Is there anything
I can do for you?
- Put the record back on.

Oh, baby.

I know this is a very
hard time for you.

I hate to see you this unhappy.

Especially over
someone like that.

Someone like what?

It's what I've been trying
to tell you for months.

You get caught up
in a crowd like that,

and something like this
was bound to happen.

You're so much better
off without him, Abby.

Forget he ever existed.

No! I won't forget
Zach. I loved him.

He's the only person
that I ever loved.

Can't you see that we
come out of the same mold?

You hate him, you
must hate me, too.

No, you had nothing
in common with him.

You're not like him.
He was a stranger.

You're the one I have
nothing in common with.

You're the stranger!

Abby! You're upset.

You don't know
what you're saying.

I know exactly what I'm saying!

I hate you.

I hate you. Get out!

Get out!

♪ Give up I don't
know why you try

♪ Give up You
know you going to die

♪ Give up It's all a stupid joke

♪ Give up I want
to see you choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke

♪ Get a job for the man

♪ Blow his brains out if you can

♪ Tell the judge
you didn't like his face

♪ There's no garbage
like the human race

♪ Give up I don't
know why you try

♪ Give up You
know you going to die

♪ Give up It's all a stupid joke

♪ Give up I want
to see you choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke

♪ Choke ♪

I'm not contesting
the cause of death.

It's the contributing
factor you cite.

Really? Punk rock?

Is that some kind
of obscure joke?

All I know is
whoever killed the boy

was being egged on by words
that literally cried out for blood.

I thought music was supposed
to soothe the savage beast,

not create one.

Not anymore.

"Get a job working for the man.

"Blow his brains out
as fast as you can.

"Tell the judge you
didn't like his face.

"No garbage like
the human race."

Read these yourself.

If you think I'm overreacting

I'll delete the
reference to punk rock.

You're too late.

The cat's already
out of the bag.

What do you mean?

It's not very
big, but here it is.

"L.A. Coroner Quincy says punk
rock contributed to teen's death."

- May I?
- Of course.

Quincy, I'm so proud of you.

Oh, no, don't encourage him.

Do you realize the kind of
trouble you could be brewing up?

Oh, come on. Who's gonna see it?

It's buried on page 14.

Tomorrow, it'll be at the
bottom of the canary cage.

Let's hope the
canary can't read.

Oh, terrific.

- Obviously
the canary can read.
- What do you mean?

Have you heard from
the Adrian Mercer Show?

- The talk show?
- Uh-huh.

No, why?

They'll probably get
you later this morning.

They've already contacted me.

- About what?
- About the boy's death.

They saw the article.

They're going to devote a
whole show to the punk scene.

I've already lined
up some parents.

- You're going on that show?
- Uh-huh. So are you.

Oh, no!

Quincy, don't back out now.

You made a statement
that was long overdue.

You just saw Asten.
That's all I have to do,

go in front of 20 million
people and lose my cool.

He'll have me court-marshaled!

- This isn't the military.
- That's what you think.

Quince, please, I'll
be right there with you.

I won't let you
get carried away.

Quince, think of how many
people you could affect.

- You're going to
be right there?
- I'll be right there.

- Okay. On one condition.
- What?

If I do lose my
cool, if I get angry,

you grab my elbow and stop me.

- Like a signal.
- Yeah.

All right. You do
the same for me.

- Agreed?
- Agreed.

Oh, Freddy, listen, what
about the hair report?

- It's not ready yet.
- What do you mean?

Four days ago I asked
you! I told you I had to...

Oh!

Take your time, Freddy.

Three, two, you're on the air.

You can find them on the streets

of almost every major
city in the country.

To most of us, their
appearance is so bizarre,

so alien,

we wonder if they've
stepped off a UFO

or off the set of
a Fellini movie.

But today we'd like to
get beyond appearances,

to dig beneath the surface
shock of the punk movement.

Because what's
happening is a lot more

than a sidewalk
masquerade party.

It's a lifestyle that
some critics say

is a time bomb ticking
under our noses.

Hopefully, we'll learn something

about why it seems
to be attracting

a growing number
of young people.

That's easy. It doesn't
cost anything to join.

With us today are some
parents of these kids,

a psychologist
who counsels them,

and a coroner who did a
little shocking of his own,

when he attributed the murder
of a young man in a punk club,

in part, to the
performance on the stage.

We also have some
self-proclaimed punkers,

including one of the musicians

Dr. Quincy said
helped incite a murder.

Dr. Hanover, there must be
some people out there saying,

kids have been rebelling
since Cain and Abel.

What's so different
about the punks?

Their relentless negativity.

Rejecting some of
your parents values

is part and parcel
of growing up.

But if it stops there,

if nothing positive takes
the place of what's rejected,

that spells trouble.

There's nowhere
to turn in a crisis.

Nothing matters. Not
family, not success.

Not even survival.

It's especially dangerous

if a child already has
problems with low self-esteem.

Mrs. Garvin, I understand
that you and your daughter

were both undergoing
counseling with Dr. Hanover?

It just got more
than I could handle.

I've been raising Abby on
my own since she was 10.

At first I thought she'd
grow out of it, like a phase.

So I put up with the
makeup, the crazy clothes.

I even put up with
the lies for a while.

Then the
self-mutilation started.

When that boy was killed,

she locked herself in
her room with that music.

There was nothing I could say.

Where's your daughter now?

- She's here.
- Here?

She's sitting in the third row.

Where are you, Abigail?

Can you stand up
so we can see you?

If you don't mind, we'd
like to hear your side of it.

Hey! Hollywood's calling.

What do you think about
what your mother just said?

Uh...

I just want to say, it's not
like I got bit by a vampire.

Nobody controls me.

I'm doing exactly
what I want to do.

- Which is what?
- Fighting boredom.

Yeah!

Would you call yourself
a happy person?

You show me a happy person,

I'll show you somebody
who was conned.

You used to be a
happy person, Abigail.

I used to be conned.

Do you have any
plans for the future?

Yeah.

I plan to get blown
away in a nuclear war.

It's like that song of Mayhem's.

"There ain't no tomorrow,
only yesterday's pain."

Don't go away, Abigail.

I'd like to bring
Dr. Quincy into this.

Abby just quoted
from the very music

you cited as contributing
to a brutal murder.

You're not really saying
that music can kill, are you?

Yes, I am.

I believe the music
I heard is a killer.

A killer of spirit, of hope.

The music I heard
said that life was cheap,

that suicide and
murder are okay.

Music can be a
very powerful thing.

Nothing galvanizes
the emotions as quickly.

You wrote the lyrics
in question, Fly.

You want to take
issue with any of this?

Hell, yes. You know why you
people can't stomach our songs?

'Cause they're a mirror, dig?

Our music's ugly and violent

'cause that's what's outside
my window when I wake up.

The world's ugly.
The world's violent.

We just rub your nose in it.
You don't like what you see?

Don't lay it on us.

You're right about one thing.

There is too much violence
and ugliness out there.

But if we all take your
advice, we'll never overcome it.

You want us all to throw
up our hands and give up!

Who got us where we are today?

It was your generation.

Now you got your
finger on the button,

ready to blow the
whole joint to bits,

and you're telling
us to cool it.

Yeah!

You know, not so many years ago,
there was a generation of young people

who were as mad as
you are about the world.

Only difference is they
worked their tails off to change it.

Trying to end a war
they didn't believe in.

Trying to correct
injustices they saw.

All you want to do is gripe.

Has it ever occurred to you

to do something with
your anger besides vent it?

You're the ones that
loused everything up,

and now you expect
us to pick up the pieces.

If not you, then who?

I don't know. Any
volunteers out there?

Not me, man!

You have a question, sir?

I only want to say, that
if I had a son like you,

I'd sure know how to cure him.

I'd put him over my knee and
I'd whip some sense into him.

Hey, Mister, if I
had a dad like you,

I'd do exactly the same thing.

Okay, okay, you'll
have your chance.

I don't mean to be
presumptuous, but...

What I think they're saying is,

is there anything
you really care about?

Just because we don't wear
polyester and carry credit cards,

that doesn't make us criminals.

We're not psychos.
We're not bikers.

We don't go around
terrorizing people.

We're... We're artists.

That's right.

We just want the freedom to be
ourselves without getting hassled.

I'd like to ask the
young lady, Abigail,

what's so red-hot
about these punks?

They look like losers to me.

You've got a mother
that loves you.

What do these people do for you?

They accept me.

I accept you, Abigail. I've
never stopped loving you.

You want me to
be someone I'm not.

She wants you to grow, Abby,

to become the person you
know you're capable of being.

Give it up, lady. She's
had her fill of your bull.

By the time she's had her fill
of your bull, it may be too late!

Abby, please listen to me.

The only thing at the
end of the road you're on

is an early grave! Will
you let go of my arm?

Abby, please.

Do you really want to
end up like your boyfriend?

At least he's free.

We found it in a paper
bag, stashed in an alley

a couple of blocks from
the scene of the crime.

It fits your description
of the murder weapon.

It is the murder
weapon, Sergeant.

- You're positive?
- It fits precisely.

Now, this is the piece
I took out of the boy.

Notice the broken
edge and the burn.

This is the rest
of the ice pick.

Here's our killer.

Oh, no. Not by itself. Did
you get the prints I sent over?

Yeah, but I haven't had
the chance to look at them.

There's three of them.

Well, yeah, but
it's not really three.

There's four, Quincy.
These two are okay,

but this is a print
on top of a print.

Even our best print guys
couldn't decipher 'em.

What about the other two?

One of them belongs
to the boy you autopsied.

- And the other one?
- Unidentified.

It could be our murderer.

- Any idea who it is?
- We don't even have a suspect.

Listen, Emily knows these bands.

She says the kids
are very, very loyal.

The same kids come
back night after night.

Yeah, so?

So, isn't it possible that
whoever killed the boy

figures he got away with it

and is coming back
to the same club?

Sure, it's possible. But
what do you want us to do?

Fingerprint everyone who
comes through the door?

Why not?

Because judges take a pretty dim
view of that kind of police harassment.

Besides, it'd never
be allowed in court.

So what do we do?

Just let the killer slip
through our fingers?

There might be a way,

if we could get the club
owner to take the prints himself,

as a condition of
entering the premises.

But how are we going to do that?

Emily says the only
thing this guy's afraid of

is having his place closed down.

Then we'll just
have to convince him

that's exactly what is going to
happen if he doesn't play ball.

I don't know what Monahan
told that club owner,

but whatever it was, it worked.

Yeah.

Only so far, none of the
prints they took last night

matches the one on
the murder weapon.

I better send them on to
the print guys at the crime lab.

Maybe they can find
something I missed.

It was still a good theory.

Wait a minute, Sam.

I spoke too soon.
Take a look at this.

What do you see?

A perfect match.

Now, look at who it belongs to.

Holy mackerel.

Lieutenant Monahan,
Sergeant... Oh, come in, please.

Thank you.

What is it?

We'd like to talk to your
daughter if we could.

- She's not here right now.
- Where is she?

I wish I knew.

She didn't come
home again last night.

Lieutenant, why are
you looking for Abby?

I haven't reported her missing.

I'm afraid I know why she
ran away. I hate to tell you this,

but her fingerprints
matched the prints

we found on the weapon
which killed her boyfriend.

No!

We have a warrant for her
arrest. She's wanted for murder.

Fresh provisions for the troops.

How long have I been asleep?

Oh, only about
18 hours this time.

I feel rotten.

Here. Take one of these.

No, I don't want any more.

I've had too many of those.

Ew, look at this...

My arm! This rash
keeps getting worse.

It's nerves. Take it.

I hope you like tofu and rice.

It's the specialty of the house.

You're still the star
of the local news.

The cops are going
bonkers looking for you.

That's crazy.

I'm no criminal. I think
I should call the police.

Hey! You're not calling anybody.

You know the risk Kip
and I are taking for you?

We're aiding a fugitive.

But I didn't do anything.

Why can't I just
tell them the truth?

They say they've
got your fingerprint.

That's all the truth they want.

Maybe I should go
and see Dr. Hanover.

Oh, wake up, Abby.
You're still in lullaby land.

That woman is just
like the rest of 'em.

- You don't know her.
- I don't have to.

We're different, Abby.

You better get used to that.

We don't just look
different, we are different.

So don't you look
for help out there.

Your friends are right here.

But if I just tell them the
truth, they've got to believe me.

Do they?

Okay, well, you go right ahead.

Tell them the truth.

But, uh...

It'll mean... signing
a confession.

There's nothing to confess.

I was hoping I'd never
have to tell you this.

Tell me what?

I was standing right
there the night Zach died.

I saw the whole thing happen.

You grabbed for the ice pick.

It fell to the floor.

You picked it up...

Zach turned away...

And...

- You stabbed him.
- No!

It's not possible!
Tell me it's a lie.

Tell me!

You were so spaced out,

you didn't know
what you were doing.

You wanted the truth.

The truth is, you killed him.

You killed Zach.

Oh, my God!

Zach...

I could blow them up
even bigger if you want.

Oh, thanks, Ed,

but we could blow them
up to the size of an elephant

and we still wouldn't
get a clear print out of it.

This just isn't my day.

Not your day? What bothers you?

Those overlapping prints
we found on the ice pick...

- These?
- Yeah.

What about them?

We blew them up hoping to
squeeze more information out of it.

No such luck.

So, instead of a
small unreadable print,

you've got a large
unreadable print?

That's right. Unless
we identify them,

it leaves open the possibility
that Abigail and the victim

weren't the only ones
to handle that weapon.

Maybe there is a way to
unscramble these prints.

You may as well try
to put the toothpaste

back in the tube.

There isn't a
fingerprint man alive

who could make a positive
ID based on what's here.

Not a man, but a machine, maybe.

Machine?

I had visions of buying
one till I looked at the price.

You remember that computer
show I went to in May?

- At the convention center?
- Yeah.

Quincy, they had a
graphics computer

that could take two combined
pictures and separate the images.

Do you remember
who was displaying it?

Comtal.

Maybe I'll just
give them a call.

We're grateful that you could
do this on such short notice.

You're just lucky I'm a
sucker for a challenge.

And believe me,
this was a challenge,

even with the help I got
from the police print experts.

But I think you'll
be pretty impressed.

I've just gotta get
things set up here.

You realize a few years
ago, hell, six months ago,

this wouldn't have
been possible.

These are both
prints, still joined.

Now, the computer
subtracts one print entirely...

Leaving what you see here.

That's amazing.

Well, this is the same print that you
identified belongs to Abigail Garvin.

Okay. Here goes number two.

Wait a minute.

That's not the same
print. That's not the girl's!

That's right.

It's not the victim's
either. We checked.

Someone else did
handle that ice pick!

Can you be certain
which was applied first?

Yeah.

This one here was laid
over the first print you saw.

So whoever this print belongs to

is the last to have
touched the weapon.

The same person who
ditched it in the alley

after stabbing
that boy to death.

And Abigail Garvin's innocent.

Now, all we have to do
is find her and tell her.

Hi, I need help. I'm
covered with this rash.

Please, I've got
to see somebody.

Just fill this out
and have a seat.

Officer...

The rash seemed to
cover most of her body.

Any other symptoms?

Her breathing was labored

and she had trouble
coordinating and balancing.

She had a fever.

Thank you, Mr. Griffin.
We appreciate your help.

No problem.

I just wish I'd recognized
her picture a minute earlier.

She might not have gotten away.

All the symptoms correlate
with an allergic reaction.

She had that reaction
once to codeine.

Quincy, she knows
she's allergic to codeine.

She'd never knowingly take it.

The question is, if
someone is feeding it to her,

do they know how
dangerous it could be?

We just matched that mystery
thumbprint with its owner.

The murderer was someone
who came back to the club.

- Who is it?
- Molly Howard.

Molly Howard!

You mean Molly killed Zach?

Oh, it's all beginning
to make sense now.

Who's this Molly?
Do you know the girl?

It's Abby's best friend.

I tried her apartment as soon
as I found our Abby was missing.

She hasn't been
back home either.

Wherever they are,
I'm sure they're together.

Maybe she figures if Abby dies,

that'll end the investigation
into Zach's murder.

From that description
of Abby's condition,

we may be running out of time.

A few more of those
pills could kill her.

We need your help.

I want two minutes on
stage to talk to these kids.

Maybe you'd like to take
over as the opening act.

You paint a target on your
head and I might arrange it.

There's an innocent
girl we've got to find.

You won't find
anybody innocent here.

Is it too much to ask for two
minutes to try and save a life?

Hey, be my guest.

But if you expect any of
these kids to help you out,

you got another thing coming.

Go ahead. This should be fun.

Please! Can I have
your attention, please?

It's very important.

Thank you.

Many of you know Abigail Garvin.

All of you know that the
police have been looking for her

in connection with a
murder that took place

right in front of
this very stage.

Now, all the charges against
her have been dropped.

She's innocent.

If she comes forward
nothing will happen to her.

Why should we believe you?

If I knew where that girl was,

I sure as hell
wouldn't tell a cop.

'Cause that's all you are,
man, a dog without a uniform.

I don't care what kind
of names you call me.

I'm only interested
in helping Abby.

This is right out of a
John Wayne movie.

Look, we have reason to believe

that she's with Zach's real
murderer, Molly Howard.

Molly may be trying to push
her into a codeine overdose.

So, please, if you
have any information.

That's a crock, Mister. You
think we're all zombie killers.

You're the killers!

Your whole sick society,
man, that's who's guilty.

We're just your
lousy scapegoats.

Besides, man,
who the hell cares?

I talked to Jamie and Eli, you
know my friends in Crescent City?

It's all fixed up,

so we can stay with
them till things blow over.

Here, take your pill.

No, those pills
just make it worse.

Gosh, this rash,
I'm covered with it.

Hey, don't bother about dinner.

Abigail and I are going
up north for a while.

Is that right?

You want to get
rid of that rash?

This is what'll do it.

Don't take it, Abby.

Dr. Quincy was right.
You are trying to kill her.

This guy's been zapped
by the brain police.

Look at these, Abby.

These pills she's been cramming
down your throat, they're codeine.

That's what's been
making you so sick.

She knew you were
allergic to codeine!

But why? Why would she...

Molly wants you to
think you killed Zach,

because she doesn't want you
to know what really happened.

Wait a minute. What
are you talking about?

She murdered him. Molly.

Exactly what she
accused you of doing.

That's a lie!

So...

That's why you've been
staying here with me.

That's why we were leaving town.

You're the one who's running.

Go on, Molly. Tell her.
Tell her what happened.

You're the only friends I have.

Now you're gonna hate
me just like everyone else.

I'll be all alone.

I'm afraid.

How could you do this?

I don't know.

It's like a nightmare.

I was so ripped.

All I remember is the music.

It was crazy. Everyone
was pushing...

Fighting...

I got caught up in it.

I saw the ice pick...

I never meant to hurt him, Abby.

I never meant to hurt him.

Abigail!

- Hello, Mom.
- Are you all right?

I guess so.

Look, you two have a
lot of catching up to do.

You know where to
find me if you need me.

Don't hesitate
to call. I mean it.

Day or night.

Thank you,
Dr. Hanover. Thank you.

- That goes for you,
too, Abigail.
- Oh, thanks.

Bye.

Can I get you something to eat?

Uh... No, thank you.

Are you here to stay?

I don't know.

I just can't say right now.

Well, at least that
police business is over.

Yeah.

It could've been me.

I don't understand.

I could've been the
one who killed Zach.

Oh, no. Not in a million
years. You're not like Molly.

You never could have
done something like that.

No, I was just as spaced
out as she was that night.

Neither of us really
remembers what happened.

What if I had picked up
that ice pick instead of Molly?

I never want to be
that out of control again.

You won't be...

'Cause I'm going to help.

And then, it'll be just a...

Just a fresh new start.

Come on.

Now, that's what I call music.

Good night music.

It's 1:30 in the morning.

I want to get out of here
before the rooster crows.

As soon as the
song's over. I promise.

Promises, promises.

May I please have
the last dance?

I'll have to check
my dance card, sir.

Oh, what do you know?
I happen to be free.

Paul White, Tommy
Dorsey, Benny Goodman,

Glenn Miller...

It's like going back in time.

If you close your eyes,
you can see the whole thing.

The big bands and the
parquet floors and the gowns...

You know, honey...

Why would anyone want to
listen to music that makes you hate,

when you can listen to
music that makes you love?