When we return from commercials, we find Yang flopped against a counter in a nursing station, idly glancing over sections of the day's newspaper. Her eyes fall on a story, the partial headline of which is "...of Hospital Killings." There's a photo of some guy in scrubs being hustled off in handcuffs. The soundtrack goes psycho. Yang nearly pops out of her pantyhose when Posner tosses his clipboard on the counter. She gasps when she looks up and sees a giant knife through his head. Posner glances up at the Spencer's special like he'd forgotten that it was there, and yanks it off. He tells her he needs a "Chem-7 on Bed Nine." Yang complains that she hasn't slept in thirty-six hours. Ladies and gentlemen: the set-up. Posner, unimpressed, says, "Suck it up, Yang. When I was an intern, we used to go three days without sleep." He weasels off on some important, tiny business, leaving Yang to look more closely at the newspaper article. The psycho sound effects return as she reads the full headline: "50 Year Anniversary of Hospital Killings." The subhead reads, "Mission General Hospital 1952. Three Women Murdered. A Pair of Dice the Calling Card and Only Clue." Must be a slow news day, since newspapers don't usually devote a quarter-page to fifty-year-old "news."
Cut to Dalgety in the corridor near the ER. He's checking the blood pressure of some guy with a broken arm when a woman in the doorway catches his attention. She's staring at him like she's waiting for him to recognize her. Maybe if she ditched the scarecrow costume? Oh, wait, it's not a costume. She's the scraggly-assed girlfriend of the biker killed last week. Dalgety stares at her until his patient yelps that he's squeezed the blood-pressure sleeve too tight. Dalgety jumps and frees the guy's arm. He calls the duty nurse over to take over for him. The nurse, finally as fed up as I am over his lack of a name, gives Dalgety a verbal spanking. He informs him that his name is Minoshe, and he'd appreciate being called that instead of "nurse." Dalgety apologizes distractedly, and wanders over to the Scarecrow. He asks if he knows her. "So many deaths, so little time," she says bitterly. She reminds him that her boyfriend was the guy not wearing a helmet. Minoshe, getting a little uppity now that he's got a name and all, calls out to Dalgety that they're ready to set the patient's arm. Dalgety holds up a hand, and the Scarecrow asks if her deadhead boyfriend said anything before he died. Dalgety explains that "when a head takes a blow like that, therrre's not much we can do." Then those horrible horrible writers make John Hannah lob this stinker: "People think we perrrforrrm mirrracles herrre, but we don't." He sounds really resentful, and who could blame him? Although I think we're supposed to think he resents being asked the question, not having to give that answer. Anyway, he leaves the wretched Scarecrow standing there, wringing her hands and fretting that if she only had a brain, she wouldn't have asked such an obviously stupid question.