All language subtitles for Quincy, M.E. S02E08 (A Good Smack in the Mouth)

What's a little guy like you doing hitchhiking anyway?

I lost my car for money.

I'd say she's a very lucky lady.

Says her little boy.

Mr. and Mrs. Harrison are two of my most considerate and concerned parents.

You are wrong.

God only knows how many times Joey's arm has been twisted, his back beaten, his ribs bruised.

A charge of child abuse requires more than supposition.

Don't you realize she's gonna kill him?

You don't know I could stop her?

I promise you.

You're never gonna have to be afraid of another adult.

Gentlemen, you are about to enter the fascinating sphere of police work.

The world of forensic medicine.

I'm going as far as Sunset Boulevard.

Yeah, me too.

Okay, come on in.

My name's Melissa Aston.

What's yours?

Joey.

What's a little guy like you doing hitchhiking anyway?

I lost my car for money.

You know, maybe we ought to stop and call your mom and dad.

They might be worried.

Oh, they won't worry, because I'll be home soon.

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Why machines are the best dependents of any man

One man If that machine never survived

Does that mean you'll never see me back?

The reason you're here is more interesting

Good morning

We came to pick up my famous friend

He said he thought

He found the plan

He had!

Sorry

Six eights.

Six eights?

Yeah.

I gotta challenge.

You challenge six, the guy said four eights,

you challenge, how long you been playing this?

I got three eights, how many you got?

I got one.

That's four, how many you got?

One.

That's five, how many you got?

None.

None.

How could you say four eights and have none?

That's why they call it liar's poke.

Where's your man out of place?

He's a new one, I got a pair of aces on one of his stuff.

Come on in.

Ah, I thought you wasn't here.

I'm not your answering service.

Well, Danny lied for me.

Yeah, three eights.

Now, Quincy, can you tell me where

I can get in touch with Aston?

Well, I got his number at the lab, he's in Sacramento.

Why, what's the matter?

Ah, his wife was in an accident.

Melissa?

Oh, was it bad?

Well, we don't know yet.

She's in Santa Monica General.

Oh, one lucky break, their kid?

Looks like he's gonna be okay.

Kid?

Yeah, well, he was in the car with her.

Quincy.

Lieutenant, the Aston's don't have any children.

I'll get over to the hospital right away.

See you guys later.

Bye.

Was it anything serious?

No, not.

Mm.

Melissa?

Can you hear me, Melissa?

Sir?

Dr. Quincy.

What are you doing here?

Don't tell me, couple, no, the pug knows Kaplan.

Marla Kaplan.

Shh, shh, shh.

You were the one that was hanging over my shoulder

in the pathology class I taught last year.

That's me.

Listen, she's a good friend of mine.

She gonna be okay?

I think so.

It'll be a while before she's conscious.

It's a pretty bad concussion.

Her reflexes are normal, no visible fractures.

The pictures look good, huh?

Yeah, all in all, I'd say she's a very lucky lady.

And so's her little boy.

Did you check him for identification?

Well, I just assumed he was her child.

I'd like to see him.

Yeah, this way.

Hi.

What is it, a mouth hole?

That place terrific.

Joey?

Joey, I'm Dr. Quincy.

That's your name from the joke?

Wow.

That's some black eye you got there.

What'd you do, get in a fight last week?

That bruise is too old to have happened in the accident.

Do you see these?

I wanna see Zach's race.

Oh, Quincy, glad I found you.

You had Brill check that runaway?

I think we got our boy, Harrison.

Joseph Stanley Harrison, age nine.

Parents are Martha and Stuart Harrison, 6'17", Ascot Court.

Those your parents' son?

I don't think Joey feels like talking right now, Lieutenant.

You rest, we'll talk later.

Wanna go to a picture show?

Well, what do you say?

Joey could have had a lot of accidents.

Accidents, Lara, who are we kidding?

Look, this bone has been bruised so much, it's calcifying.

Look at that.

And this fracture here, take a good look at that.

How old do you think that is?

I don't know.

Two, maybe three years.

That's right, it's a solid three years old.

This fracture's never been treated.

It's called a logionic healing.

Here's the clincher right here.

Calcification around the shoulder joints.

They're put for seal damage.

Look at this stippling.

You didn't get that from the little league.

Lara?

Trauma.

Trauma.

Trauma.

A better child.

You're looking at nature's way of cataloging abuse.

God only knows how many times Joey's arm was twisted,

his back beaten, his ribs bruised.

Well, Doctor?

Well, what do you say?

Dr. Quincy, I sold lingerie ten hours a day to become an intern.

Now, I'd just like to keep my residency in this hospital.

Wait a minute.

Hold on, Quincy, you can't expect this young lady

to make such an assumption of evidence.

Why not?

She's a doctor, she's a member of the staff,

she knows what she's looking at.

But she's not a lawyer and neither are you.

A charge of child abuse requires more than supposition.

It requires a clear evidence of abuse.

Otherwise, you're gonna get nothing but lawsuits.

Please, now, don't talk to me about lawsuits.

Please!

I'm talking about a brutalized child.

Do you have any idea how many autopsies I perform on children like that?

I can't even look at their faces anymore.

I have to have them covered before I can go to the table.

I don't intend to have this child wind up like that!

Has the boy claimed he was beaten?

No, he has not claimed that he was beaten.

Then, Quincy, let's face reality, will you?

This young lady's just an intern.

Now, she can put a hold on the boy and bring charges.

But the odds are nine and ten that that boy is gonna wind up

with his parents by noon tomorrow.

Odds? I'm talking about a child's life. You're talking about odds?

Quincy, don't jump on me.

Now, for your information, the Los Angeles Police Department

is the only police department in this entire country

that has a child abuse unit.

And no one's worked harder for it than I have.

Now, that boy was in an accident. I have to notify the parents.

All right, I'm sorry.

Look, it takes you 24 hours to requisition a pencil out of your office.

Give me those hours. Maybe I can come up with a proof.

Quincy. He's just a kid. One lousy day.

Why do you do this to me?

All right, you got 24 hours.

But remember, I have not spoken to either of you, understand?

But in 24 hours, we have a very urgent appointment,

and I expect both of you not to miss it.

Oh.

And for once in your life,

you better know what in hell you're talking about.

I guess that makes two of us.

Listen, put him in pediatrics or ICU. Hide him.

Just in case there's a slip-up.

Chart name's still Joey Aston. Yes, keep him Joey Aston.

Anybody questions it, have him call my lab. Sam will swear to it.

I gotta get back there and make a phone call.

Where is the house phone? Oh, thank you.

Hello, this is Dr. Aston. You have a call for me?

Yes, thank you.

Quincy.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Quincy.

All right, what's the problem? Go on, tell me.

Bob, look, I don't want you to worry, understand?

I mean, everything's gonna be all right, and I don't want you to get upset.

Oh, brother, it must be serious.

You know, it's the only time you call me by my first name.

Your wife's been in an automobile accident.

Oh, my God.

Now, she's all right. I just left her at the Santa Monica General.

She's out of danger.

She had a concussion, but there was no fracture.

Her reflexes?

They're all normal.

Right.

Well, I'll be on the first flight back, and, uh...

Thank you for calling.

She gave him a D for penmanship.

He can grow up to be a doctor.

Miss Sellers?

Yes?

I'm Dr. Quincy. I'm with the medical examiner's office.

Medical examiner? Is something wrong?

No, no, I want to talk to you about one of your students, Joey Harrison.

Has something happened to him?

No, no, no, no.

He's not in the hospital.

He's in the hospital.

He's in the hospital.

He's in the hospital.

He's in the hospital.

I just talked to you about one of your students, Joey Harrison.

Has something happened to him?

Nothing serious.

Thank goodness. Not that it would surprise me if it had.

Why do you say that?

Well, anyone who knows Joey at all knows that he's a very clumsy boy.

Hardly a week goes by when he doesn't bring in a note saying that he's missed school

because he's fallen over a wire or tripped over something,

and he sometimes hurts himself rather badly.

Do you ever discuss this with Joey?

Well, no. Why would I want to embarrass him?

What about your parents?

I make it a point to meet all my parents.

Well, did you ever discuss Joey's clumsiness with them?

What purpose would that serve?

I mean, I never talk to the blind about sight or the deaf about hearing.

Why not?

That would be tactless.

I'm sure glad you weren't Helen Keller's teacher.

I mean, how could you help a blind man to cross the street

or find out what a deaf person's needs are?

Miss Sellers, would it surprise you to learn that Joey is a victim of child abuse

and I believe that his parents are the abusers?

Doctor, I am a teacher and some judge of character.

Mr. and Mrs. Harrison are two of my most considerate and concerned parents.

You are wrong, Doctor.

Am I?

Would it be tactless of me to say that I think you acted indifferently

only because you didn't want to get involved?

If you have no further questions...

Just one.

Could you tell me where the nearest emergency clinic is in this neighborhood?

Joey Harrison.

I've been in for treatment twice.

I knew it. When?

March. About three years ago.

It was Joey Kincaid then.

Kincaid?

Yeah. Mother was divorced then.

How long has she been married this time?

About a year.

But she brought him in abused three years ago.

Yeah.

Now I remember. The story's very fishy then.

Hairline fracture of the radius.

Kid could get that falling over a stool.

But the bruises?

Uh-uh.

So you suspect the mother?

Wouldn't be the first time.

Do you know how many tranquilizers are prescribed to women in this country?

But you didn't report it.

This is a private clinic.

You can't treat patients while you're sitting in a courtroom

or filling out social workers' reports.

Believe me, I've been through it.

Besides, they only send the kids home anyway.

Now, that's not true. Not anymore.

If you can get proof, you can force the parents to get psychiatric help.

You'll need that help if you go after this kid.

I'll try to help you nab the child abuser.

Is there anything you want me to do?

Yes, there is.

Next time, report it.

Did he say anything yet?

No.

He ate his breakfast, but he's a very sad little man.

Want to try to change that?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Try to change that.

Joey.

You don't have to be afraid of us.

Dr. Quincy just wants to ask you some questions.

See, we want to help you.

But we want you to help us too.

I want you to tell me how you got that black eye.

I want you to tell me how you got that black eye.

I know you didn't get it in the accident.

I know you didn't get it in the accident.

It was your mother, wasn't it?

I have to be here.

I'm not your father, you know?

I know it's tough when you're afraid.

That's why you ran away.

You were afraid to bring your test paper home, right?

Well, you know something?

I thought it was a terrific paper.

Of course, I don't write so well myself.

But then I don't get punished for it either.

Yeah, but you're grown up.

That's right.

That's right, Joey.

But you're gonna be growing up one day, too,

and then you're gonna see there's no reason to be afraid.

There's no reason now.

I promise you,

you'll never have to be afraid of another adult again.

Not your teachers, not your parents, no one.

That's a promise.

Melissa, how's the stunt driver?

Well, she has one whale of a headache.

Well, she's had you for years.

What does that mean?

Ah, ah, ah.

How's the little boy?

Joey's doing fine.

Yeah, he'll be terrific.

If I can get a few answers from your husband.

Oh, excuse us, business.

I hope you're planning on taking the rest of your time off.

Her husband would like to know who's minding the store.

Well, I will be if you give me a name.

I need a pediatrician.

Children's doctor?

Yeah.

I thought you said the boy was okay.

He is, but I need somebody with real clout.

I mean political muscle.

Well, there's no one better than Travers.

You know, he's responsible for building

the new children's wing here.

That's Bert, Travers, huh?

Right, yeah.

Thank you.

Listen, I'll come to see you later.

Now, you take care, okay?

Bye-bye.

Thank you.

Quincy, Quincy.

You see what I mean?

Come here.

Well, you saw the kid.

Look, uh, yeah, look, I'm afraid you're out of luck

on this one here, Quincy.

What do you mean?

You just saw the kid.

Yeah, but the thing is, I didn't see any clear

and present evidence of abuse.

Yeah, but with the new law,

we don't have to have present evidence.

Look, there are bruises.

There are x-rays.

We got Dr. Griffith's report.

I mean, Joey's history reads like a map.

But I can't hold him over

for a protective services investigation on that.

I don't believe it.

I mean, what does it take?

Dr. Travers, each year,

two million children are beaten up in this country.

2,000 of them wind up on a slab.

Please, don't quote statistics to me, all right?

It's a disease.

Yeah, and it's got to spread every time we send

a kid like Joey back into a bad home.

And when he grows up, there's an 80% chance

they'll beat up his kids

and then his kids could beat up his kids.

Hey, look, now, wait a minute.

Look, Quincy, I refuse to subject this hospital

to a lawsuit.

Now, you're talking about one patient.

Meanwhile, I got 100 new beds

for 100 children at stake here.

Wait a minute.

Back it up a little bit.

What lawsuit?

A suspicion charge of child abuse

can only be made without prejudice.

What prejudice?

Joey Harrison is a runaway.

He was admitted into the hospital.

He was kept on the ward under a false identity

when there was full knowledge of the truth.

Under the law, that happens to be prejudice.

Look, Quincy, I'm not the one who hit him here.

I needed the time.

I got news for you.

You and I are both gonna need a lot more than time

unless you contact the police

and get both of Joey's parents down here.

And I mean right away.

Uh-uh.

There we go.

Everything okay?

He took out my paper.

Who?

Joey, I'd like to explain...

I'm a mom, Dad.

This way, Joey.

Daddy!

Joey!

Hey, oh, that's my boy!

You got us worried, son.

Joey, you scared us half to death.

Don't ever do anything like that again.

Well, he's all right. That's the main thing.

Give your mom a hug and kiss.

Joey, what are we gonna do about you?

Oh, Mr. and Mrs. Harrison, this is Dr. Quincy.

Hello.

Doctor, nice to meet you.

May I talk to you alone, please?

Sure.

Dr. Travers, may I use your office?

Sure.

Mr. Harrison, we know.

Know what?

That Joey has been beaten, often and badly.

You'll excuse me, Dr. Quincy?

How long are you gonna keep running from that truth?

Until Joey gets killed?

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

I know that his X-rays don't lie.

Look, Mr. Harrison, I have all the proof I need.

I spoke to his teacher, I spoke to Dr. Griffith.

Now, I know the boy loves you. I saw the way he ran to you.

How can you let her do that to him?

I don't let her.

She never hits him when I'm there.

It always happens when I'm at work.

At first, I believed her stories about Joey being clumsy and falling.

But then I caught her.

I couldn't believe it. I didn't recognize her.

She was a mad woman.

She's usually calm and collected.

Well, you can't let her get near him.

Joey's her child.

That doesn't give her the right to beat him.

She doesn't mean to do it.

She only does it when she's depressed or drinking.

You should see how bad she feels afterwards.

I don't believe this.

You trying to get me to feel sorry for her?

I'm trying to tell you to mind your own business.

Better children are my business.

And the sad part is business is booming, and it's people like you...

who turn their back on the problem that are causing the boom.

Don't you realize she's going to kill him?

You're the only one that could stop her.

What do you want me to do?

File a complaint against her.

Make Joey our ward of the court until she gets psychiatric help.

You want me to take the child away from her and then tell her she's crazy?

I love her.

I gave the boy my name, and I'll give him my protection.

My way.

And if you try to use anything I've said here today, Dr. Quincy, I'll deny it.

He's not going to do a thing about it.

Not a thing. You believe it?

Poor kid.

I gave him my word. I promised him.

Now, Doc, if you just had one witness, just one eyeball witness, I could help you out.

Those are the rules.

Yes. Rules are for the child beater, not the child.

Those are the only rules we have.

All right.

If you want a witness, there's got to be one out there, and I'm going to find him.

I don't want to live more than you live.

I don't want to live more than you live.

Are you looking for someone in particular?

Well, as a matter of fact, I am.

I was wondering if I could get some information about the Harrison family.

They have a little boy named Joey.

Oh, sure. Come inside. I love to talk.

Well, I am.

Really just looking for information.

You don't expect me to gossip right out here on the front steps, do you?

Have a seat.

Thank you.

Honey, you are so tense.

You shouldn't take things so seriously.

You look like you've had a hard day.

It's not getting any easier.

Okay, pour yourself a drink.

Oh, it's a little early for me.

It's never too early.

Cheers.

I'm Dr. Quincy.

A doctor? Are you treating the head of the family?

I hope you're a psychiatrist.

I'm with the coroner's office.

You're a little early, but on the right track.

My name is Mona Duffy.

Mrs. Duffy, what could you tell me about the Harrison's?

You have very attractive eyes.

And look at you where you live.

They see right through the core of a person.

Thank you.

I'm really concerned with Joey.

Well, I don't blame you.

One of these nights, that child's gonna come right through that wall and land on my lap.

I mean, you've heard him be hurt.

Are you kidding?

I can hear that child scream in my sleep.

Would you be willing to say that before, Judge?

No, she wouldn't.

This is Sean, my husband. What are you doing home so early?

A tanker we're unloading is wallowing in fog. Who's this?

I'm Dr. Quincy.

Somebody sick?

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

Oh, really? Yeah?

Well, I wanted some information about the Harrison's.

Oh, the Harrison's live next door.

They tend to their business, we tend to ours.

Like you should tend to yours.

Now, I haven't seen a corpse around here today.

Not yet, anyway.

Thanks for the drink.

Anytime.

I don't think so.

And the massage.

Dr. Quincy?

Laura, what are you doing here?

I brought you a guest.

Joey.

Hey, you okay?

Come on inside, come on inside.

Sit down.

Sit.

What's this all about?

Joey, why don't you watch television for a while?

Make yourself comfortable, I'll be right back, okay?

Let's go up here.

I'm sorry.

I mean, maybe I did the wrong thing, but, uh,

he showed up at the hospital and he was looking for you.

No, no, it's all right. Did anybody see him?

No, I don't think so.

When I saw he'd run off again, I knew that if anybody

could help him straighten out this situation, it had to be you.

You're taking an awful chance with your residency.

No, not if I get back in time and you've got to promise not to squeal.

Scouts are.

It really doesn't matter anyway.

I can just go back to the store and sell bras and patios.

I'll buy a gross if you fill them.

Oh, doctor.

Good luck with Joey.

Laura, I think you're going to be a terrific doctor.

I hope so.

Goodbye.

You hungry?

Can you cook?

There are better ways than that.

Well, sit down, sit down. I'm not going to bite you.

Come on.

Doreen, Quincy. Listen, where's Danny?

Still in Baja, I guess. I'm not his keeper, Quincy.

I wanted to order dinner.

So order.

You know what, Doreen?

You add that little touch of class that Danny's needed.

I want a couple of steaks, medium rare, some french fries and two salads.

Get it over here as fast as possible, will you?

Get it over where?

Quincy, this isn't a fast food service.

Well, Danny always delivers on special occasions.

Yeah, I've heard about those special occasions, you devil.

You ever been on a boat before?

That's terrific, isn't it?

You like boats?

Joey, why did you run away this time?

They were hollering at each other.

That scared you, huh?

When they holler and they scream, is that when you usually get hit?

You're not supposed to snitch.

Oh, Joey, when you tell me something, you're not snitching.

I mean, that's the only way I can help you and your mother.

Yeah, Joey, I know it's your mother that beats you.

Well, if we're going to help her, you're going to have to say that in front of a judge.

And that ain't snitching. No, sir. That's helping.

I mean, if you might have had some kind of sickness or something, you would take her to a doctor to get better, right?

Well, she does have a kind of sickness. It's called bad temper.

It's a different kind of sickness, so we have to take her to a different kind of doctor.

But we're going to get her better. I promise you that.

But you have to trust me, Joey.

You have to do that.

Joey.

You don't have to talk now. We'll talk about it later.

It's going to be all right.

Now there's longitude and there's latitude. I'm going to explain it to you, okay?

Quincy? Yeah?

What's with the candlelight?

Well, Danny always says with you a special occasion is really special.

Well, did you bring the champagne?

Well, I forget, of course. Here you go.

I don't believe you. A regular cupid.

Listen, where is she? Getting into something more comfortable?

Doreen, I can't kiss and tell. It wouldn't be nice.

Oh, I would like you to meet my date for the special occasion. Joey Harrison. This is Doreen.

Hi. It's only a kid.

What did you expect?

I'll leave you the tablecloth. You won't need this. And certainly not this.

Sit down, D.J.

Quincy? Quincy, open up.

Oh, boy. Oh, boy. Never mind. I want to have words with you.

Joey, Quincy, are you out of your mind? What are you trying to do?

Joey, are you down there?

Dad!

What did you do? Bring Harrison here? What did you do that for?

That's the kid's father, remember? Quincy, if you've gone bananas, they can rip your license for this.

You won't be in a position to help anyone.

Wait a minute. What did I do? The kid ran away, that's all. I gave him something to eat, a place to sleep.

I mean, I was going to call you.

Yeah, so was Gabriel one day. Oh, I was stalling Harrison half the night because your cockamamie phone was off the hook.

That queue was about to open up. I just needed a little more time. I got an idea. I'm going to talk to Harrison. Come on.

That's what it's all about.

Mr. Harrison, I'd like to explain to you what happened.

You don't have to explain, Dr. Quincy. Joey told me how he got here. Under the circumstances, there will be no charges filed.

Why don't you go get your clothes on, huh?

Okay.

It's very decent of you, Mr. Harrison. It sure is.

I'm sorry I came down on you so heavy the other day.

Oh, that's okay. I... well, you'll just have to understand I don't want my wife to be hurt.

You don't have to. Look, I don't want to bring this to court. For the kid's sake, I don't want to do that.

What do you want?

A couple of days. It's Saturday. Why don't you take Joey away someplace, just the two of you alone? Go fishing, do anything you want.

Give me those two days to work on his mother.

What do you intend to do?

Just talk to her, that's all. The city has trained social service workers, psychologists. There's an organization called Family Anonymous.

I'd like them to talk to her, explain things to her, maybe make her seek help voluntarily.

That's all you want to do?

That's all, I swear.

No court?

No court.

Joey?

Coming, Dad.

Hey, listen, pal. How would you like to go fishing? Up in the mountains, just the two of us. What do you say?

I'd love to, Dad.

You got it.

Oh, Sam, am I glad I found you here today.

Where would I be on a Saturday? I love my work. And yours, too.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Listen, you know that cute little psychologist you were dating, the one from social services?

Did you say date? You mean like girls and quiet dinners? It's been so long I've forgotten.

I'm very cute. Look, I need some information. Do you have her phone number?

Well, I'm happy to see that we're all industrious this weekend.

Hey, how's Melissa?

Really fine, Quincy, thank you. In fact, I took her home this morning.

Oh, good.

I just stopped by to pick up the mail.

Oh, by the way, how's Joey?

Oh, he's gone fishing with his stepfather for a couple of days.

Now, if I can get Sam's girlfriend's phone number...

She's a psychologist.

Yeah, this whole case is a turnaround. The boy, instead of his mother, adores his stepfather. He runs to him all the time. He hugs him all the time.

Wait a minute.

Runs... to him?

Yeah.

Now, Quincy, this is not department business, but that seminar in Sacramento where they asked me to speak.

Well, we discussed the abuse syndrome. Now, Dr. Burns says that given a choice, the abused child nearly always clings to the abusive parent.

Say that again?

That Joey would display more love towards the parent that abuses him.

It's because of fear. He's afraid of more beating.

Oh, no, no, no, that's impossible. See, Harrison's only been married to her for a year.

Unless...

I have to check something out.

What's the matter, Joey?

Nothing.

Nothing? Ah, that's not an answer. You're awfully quiet. Why don't you scoot over here and help me steer, huh?

We're gonna have a good time, you know that? It's been a while, hasn't it?

Hadn't it?

Yes, sir.

Still love me?

Yes, sir.

That a boy. Like that cherry pop, huh? I bet you Dr. Quincy didn't have any of that, did he?

No, sir.

You didn't snitch, did you, Joey?

No, sir, I didn't.

Good boy.

Oh, come on in. Show us on the swing shift. Just have one drink.

No, I won't, I mean it. I don't have time to play games. I need information and I need it fast. It's about Joey, Harrison.

Yeah, but nothing's good. It's fast, huh?

Will you cut it out? Now, the child has evidence of abuse that goes back three years, but the Harrisons were only married one year.

And you want to know if they were shackled up before that?

Yes.

What's it worth to you, Doctor?

A boy's life.

They were.

How long was Harrison in the house?

Over three years.

Thank you.

You will come back.

Hey, man, I'll be able to leave.

It's your husband. Can I get out the back way?

It's always unlocked.

That figures.

Mrs. Harrison.

What is it now, Dr. Quinn? See more insults?

Well, I found out I was wrong and I'm sorry.

I have to talk.

Please, I may be running out of time. Please don't do that.

Mrs. Harrison.

My husband told me everything he said about me.

Oh, please.

I'm sorry.

I don't blame you for the way you feel, but that's unimportant now.

You gotta tell me where they are.

They are where you sent them, Dr. Quincy.

They've gone in the mountains fishing.

You let them go off alone? You know the truth.

I don't want to lose my husband. I love Stuart.

What about Joey?

Of course I love Joey. Don't you understand? I need Stuart.

Look, when Joey's father... You're not gonna understand.

Why don't you try me?

Okay.

Look at me.

Would you want me? I'm not pretty anymore.

I was a woman along with a child and no money.

For two years, Dr. Quincy, nobody touched me.

Nobody came near me.

Nobody held me. You know what I mean?

I mean, nobody even fought with me. A person has got to be needed.

The boy needs you.

That's not enough, Stuart. It's my man. I'm his woman.

It's getting better.

It truly is. It's... It's getting better.

Stuart's so... so patient with Joey.

Unless he's been drinking or he's worried or depressed about something.

Seems to be happening quite often lately.

Look, we can handle it. If we've got problems, we can take care of them.

Just leave us alone so we can work it out.

That's the real problem. Everybody says they can handle it...

because they're ashamed to ask for help, and the abuse continues.

But it won't. I promise. I promise. I can stop it.

You can't stop it, and your husband can't stop it.

I'm warning you. Unless he gets help, he's gonna end up killing Joey.

That's ridiculous. Stuart loves Joey.

It doesn't stop him from beating Joey, does it?

You say you need your husband and you love your son.

Well, you're gonna lose them both unless you tell me where they are.

And I mean right now.

Oh.

Oh.

You're telling me that Stuart could kill Joey.

That's what I'm telling you.

Can a doctor really help Stuart?

There's no other way.

Okay.

They're at DeSoto Canyon.

The only campsite's on the south side of the lake.

Thank you.

You're leaving on that boat. Must have been fun, huh?

I do like being with you, Dad.

You be careful now. Don't drop that in the fire.

Joey!

You sure you didn't talk to that doctor about me?

Did you or didn't you?

No.

You mean you were gone all that time and you never mentioned your daddy once?

Well, I guess I did once. But just the good stuff.

Good stuff?

I think you're lying, Joey.

I wasn't telling you, Dad.

You're supposed to respect me, son.

I do, Dad.

You see that? See what I mean?

I'm sorry.

I don't think you do respect me, Joey.

I do.

Being careless, lying, running away from home?

That's not respectful.

You know what that makes me look like, do you?

Stand still when I'm talking to you!

You deserve to be punished, you know that, don't you?

I didn't mean to make you mad.

It's not me, son. It's you.

You're gonna be a man.

You're running away from home. That shames me.

I'll be good. I promise I will.

Promises aren't enough.

You're gonna learn for your own good.

I'm gonna teach you what's in your heart.

I'm gonna teach you what's in your heart.

I'm gonna teach you what's in your heart.

Joey, come back here!

Joey!

Joey!

Joey, where are you?

Come back here!

Joey?

Joey?

Joey!

All right?

He didn't hurt you, did he?

Let him go!

He's my son, not yours.

What?

I said he's my son, not yours.

Watch with the belt.

You want to hurt this kid, you gotta go through me.

You want to take me out?

I don't want any trouble with you.

Of course you don't want any trouble with me.

You just want a little boy, don't you?

How could you hurt him?

How could you hurt him?

How could you?

No, daddy!

How could you hurt him?

No!

Please don't hurt daddy!

Don't hurt daddy.

Please don't hurt daddy!

Don't hurt daddy.

Don't hurt daddy.

Go.

Hey, Kim.

Give this a moment.

But...

You'll see.

How can I go to live there?

Your mother and father have to go see some doctors for a while.

But when they finish, you can go back home.

It won't be long.

I can't stay with you.

You know, Joey, I have to work and everything.

You love it here.

It's Mrs. Aston.

She's a nice lady.

The one who picked you up.

They never had kids.

You don't want me?

Oh, Joey.

I said, we're gonna have times.

Hey, we're gonna have great times.

When?

Well, the first chance I get, you know, I just have some work I gotta catch up on.

Joey.

Oh, man.

Look over here.

Hi.

Hi.

Come on in.

Have a cup of coffee.

Oh, no, I...

I'm sorry.

Oh, no, I got a couple of things to do.

I'm sorry.