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What's your name?

Jamie. Okay, Jamie.

It's going to be okay.

I'm going to get help. Help.

Dewey. Dewey's going to get help, buddy.

Hello, Dewey.

My name's Andrew.

I'm an angel.

God's calling you home.

But there's a little girl in trouble.

I know.

And there are angels there who are going to help her.

And you're going to help them.

I will rise and I will walk with you.

I'll walk with you till the sun don't even shine.

Walk with you every time I tell you I'll walk

with you.

Believe me, I'll walk with you.

You're calling this a heart attack?

That's my guess.

Bill nailed down a cause of death at the autopsy.

I know him.

That was Dewey Burton.

A very sweet man.

I helped him once.

And he died trying to help this little girl.

Well, where is she?

Well, shouldn't we help her?

I'll be here with her. You're to stay with Dewey's body.

My assignment as a dead man when there's a little girl in danger? Dewey is not

your assignment, and neither is this little girl.

If God had wanted this child plucked up now, he'd have sent search and rescue.

And he hasn't made that happen.

All I know is that there's a heart out there somewhere that needs to be

And when you change the heart, you'll save the child.

And Dewey Burton will lead me to?

Well, John Doe is what they'll label Dewey's body at the morgue.

And it's not for you to tell them who he is.

You just stay with Dewey's body because you're going to use that body to save a

soul.

There you go.

No valet parking here. Grab a spot.

Hello, baby.

Oh, what's your name?

Tess.

Can you pull me out?

No, I can't do that, but I tell you what I will do.

I'll stay here with you until someone comes from camp.

I won't leave you for a moment.

I want my mommy.

I would, too.

What does your mommy do to make you feel better?

She thinks all of me.

I like that idea. What about on top of Old Smokey, all covered with snow?

You know that one?

No, no, it's on top of spaghetti, all covered

with cheese.

Ivar!

I need the bladder.

Oscar took the bladder already.

He could have told me. He never said he had the bladder.

A powerful sorrow in a dead body.

Don't you feel it?

Every day.

Andrew, who are Dewey Burton about to lead me to?

Ivar. He's the key.

The pathologist?

He's the one to save the little girl.

And you've only got four hours.

Dr. Cronenberger?

No.

Yeah, it's my first day with this residency.

It's the smell, right?

Sepsis.

Just think of it as the sweet smell of employment.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'm so rude.

You want a half?

Oh, no, thanks.

You know how your mom always told you to wear clean underwear in case you get

hit by a car?

I'm the guy who sees the dirty underwear.

It's all a clue. Just a piece of the truth.

And dead men tell no lies. Not under my scalpel.

You hiding a drinking problem?

I'll find it.

Secret smoker?

That after I get done.

So.

Female.

57.

She is a GI case.

So. We're going to have to... Um, could we do the John Doe first?

That guy?

Yes, if we could.

Anything to help you get through the first one.

You want to start with that John Doe?

No problem.

You get through your first eye poppy, this becomes another job.

You can do it, honey. Same hood for you. Keeps your body temperature up. Now,

where were we?

Dining room.

Ah, yes.

And if that diamond, come on. If that diamond ring turns brass, Papa's

gonna buy you a looking glass.

If that looking glass gets broke, Papa's gonna buy you a billy

goat. So, John Doe, white male.

Let's see what we've got.

That face.

So sweet.

Look at them.

That's right. Look them over.

Oh, yes.

The body well developed, obese, catechetic.

For starters, give me centimeters.

Body length in centimeters.

Oh, sorry.

Medical vocabulary.

Oh, dear.

I do know it.

I have what I need when I need it.

Medical vocabulary.

My, that's precise.

And beautiful.

Cacectic. Not skinny, but cacectic.

No visible signs of edema.

Edema? Not just excessive body fluid in a tissue.

Edema would show signs of long -term heart trouble.

Sudden massive coronary is another story. Now, you check the mouth, the

You check for abnormal masses in the neck.

and the lymph nodes.

Just to think, several hours ago he was speaking, praying,

hoping. Well, he was probably ordering a double cheeseburger.

I wonder what his last meal was, or what his last words were.

You want to play a guessing game?

Fill in the blanks of John Doe's life?

Yes.

Exactly. Okay.

Whatever gets you through.

No, Bill, I don't know where Dewey is.

No, he went off for his morning run and I came to work and here I am.

I'll be right with you.

All right, well, please call me as soon as you hear from him.

Okay, thanks.

Two quarters.

I wonder why he was clutching two quarters.

Uh, well, maybe he was planning to pick up a paper at the end of his run.

Here. No, it says in here he was found in a ravine.

He was nowhere near a newsstand.

Why do you think he would have had them out?

Uh, I don't know. He liked the plan ahead.

See, there's some red clay here and pine sap.

And here, stuck between his fingers, a pine needle.

Maybe he was fighting off a Christmas tree when he died.

Bill, turn the body over and check for other injuries.

His hands are calloused.

Our Joan Doe worked with his hands for a living.

What's this?

Is that sawdust under his fingernails?

Maybe he was a construction worker. There's a powder mixed in with the

like off the edges of drywall.

I'd say John Doe hung drywall for a living.

Maybe. Could be.

He'd turn up at the construction site at dawn carrying a big box of doughnuts.

Do you want to be a novelist or a doctor?

He'd wear a down vest and insulated boots because it can get very cold

in a new house.

He'd stretch his arms and his back just once before leaning down to pick up that

first sheet of drywall.

These hands are the hands of a man who took pride in his work.

John Doe wasn't just another builder.

For him, God was in the detail.

Go ahead, fantasize.

I had a resident, my last rotation, who conjugated French verbs.

You check the ice?

Not yet, but there's an abrasion under the left arm.

Good catch.

Note it down.

That's what it's all about, Monica, collecting data.

Because there's nothing we can do.

In the end, we're all helpless.

And what we do, ultimately, doesn't change a thing.

I don't believe that.

Hey, Taffy. Come on, honey. Come on.

Jamie?

Jamie?

Jamie!

Bring back, oh, bring back.

Oh, bring back my Bonnie to me, to me.

Jamie, don't quit on me. Now we're on the course.

It hurts.

It's hard to breathe.

Baby, I'm right here.

Don't leave me.

I'm not going anywhere. I'm staying right here with you. I'm staying right

with you.

Such wondrous architecture.

Surely it was designed for a purpose. His purpose was a lot of drinking.

He'd had a large liver and the scar tissue on the stomach.

This guy had an ulcer.

Stomach.

Connected to the duodenum, the jejunum, the ilium.

It's all connected.

Like human beings, don't you think?

What do you mean?

Well, what one part of the body does affects the next and so on.

And in the same way, what we do can affect another person.

There's a greater chain of being, and we're all part of it now.

Funny. I don't feel like part of a charm bracelet.

At the top of the news, local police are searching for an eight -year -old

child, Jamie Woodhouse, who has been missing since early morning.

How did that happen?

God. Thanks. I don't want to hear that.

Dead or dead, it's a little kid.

That child is a breathing soul waiting for the right person in the right place

to help her.

Am I slivered?

Scar tissue ignited?

Quad cards are checking every door on the avenue when we put it out on the

radio. I am so careful.

with her.

I mean, she never even crosses the street.

That's why we're going door to door.

Oh, my God.

My little girl.

Mrs. Woodhouse, 99 % of the time, a little kid's missing, and it turns out

was at a friend's house and forgot to call.

That 1%.

But he's

not picking up.

He's not at his job.

It's just not like him.

I'm going to run home.

Okay.

Baby food passed through here.

Mother's milk.

More.

The milkshake he had on his first date at the drive -in.

The vodka Gimlet he got the later.

See, that liver is cobblestone.

I told you this guy drank a lot.

Yes, he did, poor man.

But not at the end.

No. Not at the end.

All your fairy tales have nice endings, right?

Any interstitial muscle tears?

A small one.

All those years of lifting heavy drywall.

It takes its toll.

Like a knee.

Scarred from surgery.

He blew it out with all that lifting. Forget the knees.

This man's knees did not kill him.

But I bet he said it often enough when he came home from work, all covered in

sweat and dust and plaster.

He built expensive homes for other people.

Homes that he himself couldn't afford.

So he and his wife, they lived in a little bungalow. Oh, my knees are...

killing me.

Dewey, watch your dust. I just vacuumed.

Okay, I am. I'm watching it.

Why do I bother?

We got any beer?

Beer? Already?

Or have you already had a couple?

Oh, come on, Faye.

I work my fingers to the bone.

And I don't?

Forget it.

The chicken a la ting that you like so much.

That's a sweet thing.

Daisy, that's all for tonight.

Thank you.

Waiting's the hardest.

Yeah.

I waited for Jamie a long time.

It took so long to get pregnant.

But when she came, I knew this was the baby that was meant for me.

They always are.

We have no reason to believe that.

But we have every reason to hope here.

Right?

Dewey?

Dewey, you here?

Well, the drama of John Doe continues.

What next?

We cut open the chest plate to reveal the heart. Good.

There you go.

Is the plug done?

No.

The motor froze up.

How do you know the fish is dead?

Well, maybe he's pregnant.

Goldfish get lethargic when... Okay, okay, fine.

The fish is dead.

No, I'm not going to give the fish a funeral.

No, I don't want to talk with her now.

Look, I'm in the middle here.

Ex -wife.

Her goldfish died?

No, my daughter.

They die every day.

Like people.

Sometimes funerals can be very helpful.

Funerals don't help.

There that goes again.

It must be a short -ass thing.

Everything's gruey today.

Maybe when we get a look at this man's heart, everything will be all right.

Then fry this up.

My friend was ill.

I attended him.

He died.

I dissected him.

My medical career in a nutshell.

Didn't save the patients.

So you moved your practice to a place where all your patients were corpses.

What if everyone in here had a story to tell?

What if they weren't just bodies, but hopes and dreams lying on these tables?

Andrew, it can't be time yet.

It's getting close, Tess.

I wish there was something we can do.

Reach down for her right now.

God's timing is perfect.

And God doesn't want me to pull her up.

No matter how bad you and I want to, I'm not going to do it.

And Angel Boy is breaking my heart because now that I see you, I know it's

matter of life or death.

That's his wife.

Dewey!

Dewey!

People pass each other every day, not knowing how closely they connected.

How's she doing?

Well, she's asleep right now, but I gotta wake her up pretty soon, because

gotta stay conscious.

How's Monica doing?

Well, they're still doing the autopsy, and she's still working on Ivar.

Neither one's easy.

She's got to cut through a lot of layers to get to that man's heart.

Then there's not much time.

Try to wake her up now.

Baby, sweetheart, it's time to wake up.

It's time to rise and shine.

Let the chest blade out.

Good.

Lungs are so dark.

That's carbon. He was a smoker.

The breath of life never came easy for this man.

He weeped.

He stuttered.

Oh, you're inventing again to get you through.

No, it's more than that.

I don't just want to know why this man died.

I want to learn how he lived.

Doesn't that matter to you?

No, but if it works for you, go on.

He stuttered.

John Doe even stuttered when he courted his wife.

I can't see.

This guy's a lover.

Everyone loves somebody, Ivor.

He fell in love years ago. He was on a job hanging drywall It was

hot He was thirsty And then she walked him. Hi

Hi want some lemonade?

Sure

This will give you a lot more room.

Room, yeah. Well, my folks wouldn't need it, but I'm still living here at home,

so... Bet they're glad to have you around.

I don't know.

They used to call people like me old maids.

I know, I'm just kind of a failure. Don't say that.

I never got married.

I just never...

Met the... Do you ever wonder what it would be like

to have your own house and all?

Sure.

It'd be a home up on a hill.

Home on the hill.

You know that song?

Maybe.

Could you sing it for me?

No. You don't want that.

Come on.

I can't sing.

I'll get you some more lemonade.

I wouldn't make fun of you. I promise.

Someday we'll build a home on a hilltop high.

You and I, shiny and new.

cottage that two can fill and will be

pleased to be called of folks who live on a

hill.

That was wonderful.

I thought you decided he didn't get along with his wife.

People change.

Things change.

Yeah, and there's nothing you can do about it.

This hand reached out, held a woman's hand, placed a ring on that hand.

It embraced a wife.

Let's get the heart out.

But it's so unlike him, not to be at work, not to be at home, not to call.

Sorry, the individual has to be missing for 24 hours before we can do anything.

The radio said you're looking for that little girl. She hasn't been missing for

24 hours, so why can't you look for my husband?

Rules for kids are different.

I'm sorry, there's nothing we can do.

We got a lot on our plate today.

Call first thing in the morning if it doesn't show up.

Seat of love.

Where your heart is, there shall your treasure be.

Look at the coronary artery.

It's blocked.

Let's open the heart up.

Did you ever wonder what keeps a heart beating?

What hand guides it?

What infuses it with life?

Involuntary contractions.

You love dissecting the human body.

It's a living.

Are you afraid to think about the human spirit?

I never took that residency.

Look at this infarct.

The tissue has died there. The clot cut off the circulation.

That's why this heart stopped going. There's nothing to be done.

One minute the guy was jogging, the next second, boom.

Maybe a clot.

Circulation halted.

Something died.

But why now?

He went jogging every day. What was different about today?

Was he upset?

Maybe he was agonizing over which long -distance carrier to use.

There was strain here.

Anxiety and heartache.

Oh, next you'll be telling me John Doe died of a broken heart?

Okay.

I have one more story to tell you.

He was married five years ago on March 8th.

The couple didn't have a home on the hill, but they were happy.

He worked construction, and through one of his friends, his wife got a job in

the building inspector's department.

She got pregnant, and their warm little world seemed complete.

He worked harder than ever.

After hours, he'd sneak off.

He was building a house, a cottage that took and fell.

It was on a little hill, and that seemed good enough.

Their baby was born, a little girl.

They named her after her grandmother, Joan.

But Joan was born with complications.

Those involuntary contractions weren't working.

In a month, Joan was dead.

He made the little coffin himself, a beautiful home for a beautiful child.

That wasn't unity.

Stop it.

For God's sake.

I'm sorry.

It's not right to make up stuff like that. It's cruel.

You said that a man's heart can't be broken. I know what I said.

Let's get on with this.

Move to the brain.

Andrew, look.

Jamie, can you hear me?

Jamie, Andrew, she's not responding.

Memory, poetry, inspiration, emotion.

All held in this brain.

Another god.

All gone.

Just three pounds of gray matter.

The world inside that brain has disappeared.

Now it's held in the palm of God.

Dead? Dead, I know.

You see it every day.

You see the deserted cathedrals.

But you can't hear the music.

All these bodies are temples.

They're made in the image of God, with the spirit of God. The body dies.

But the soul lives on.

Show me the soul.

I used to think it was in a pituitary gland. You see it?

I don't.

Acipital lobe, cerebellum. Uh -oh, no, not there.

When we flip this open, is some soul going to spill out of the pan?

It's all nonsense.

What's going on in your brain, Ivor?

Nothing.

Everything. What are you asking?

Is this another game to get you through?

No.

I want to understand.

I upset you, didn't I? No, I don't get upset.

Dead men don't feel anything.

That's why I feel right at home here. I fit right in.

Did you invent this story just to torture me?

I invented nothing.

Oh, you know how to wield a knife. Just cut me open.

We dissect to understand.

You couldn't possibly understand.

I understand that you were happy once and now you're not.

Once.

Once upon a time, I had a daughter and a wife and a little baby boy.

My second child, a son.

Life was going to be so wonderful.

Then our little baby got sick.

Leukemia.

You know what happens?

You've never dissected that, have you?

Tubular organs obstructed.

Metabolic processes inhibited.

Blood vessels eroded.

Vital centers destroyed. And there was nothing I could do.

A doctor, physician, healed my child.

Nothing. Helpless.

When he died, they laid Jonathan on his table and they cut him up.

All failed. All the organs.

The dead organ.

The dead tissues. All failed.

I failed.

I belong here among the dead. I can't cure it. I can only die.

You've cut up your soul, Ivor.

You put it in a bag and buried it.

But there's a time for everything.

A time to live.

A time to die.

And right now, a time for truth.

You're crazy.

It's crazy to live without truth.

For truth is where hope lives.

John Doe found hope again.

That's why he died a hero.

Who are you?

I'm an angel.

From the living God who conquered death.

From the God who loves you, Ivor Cronenberger.

Who gave you a body that will live for a while and a soul that can live forever.

I'm an angel here to tell you that God keeps your soul, yours, and Dewey

Burton's. For that is his name.

You knew him?

Yes.

I came to him.

when he had lost hope, like you have.

This child had died.

His marriage was falling apart.

He felt his life was going up in flames, so he decided to set his home on the

hill on fire.

I came to him then, and I said to him, God has a plan for him.

I told him that God loves him.

As he loves you, Ivor, don't despair, I said to him.

There's still work to do, heroic work. And someday, somewhere, it will matter

that Dewey lived.

Your life matters too, Ivor.

There is still work that you must do.

I can't do anything anymore.

I can't bring my Jonathan back.

My little baby. I can't get him to bed.

Oh, God.

I miss his little baby.

You asked me to locate a soul, Ivor.

I couldn't do it in the body we dissected.

But I can locate your child's soul.

It is in heaven.

happy.

Oh, yes.

He's with the father.

There's no greater happiness. There's no greater peace.

You lost a child, Ivor, and it distanced you from all children,

even your very own.

Dewey lost a child, too, but he didn't stop caring.

When he was no longer a father to one, he decided to be a guardian to all.

And that's not a story.

That's the truth.

Everything you told me was the truth.

Yes.

It wasn't invented to get me through.

It was to get you through.

Now, I have given you information, Ivor.

This is the moment for inspiration.

Take everything that you know and ask God to add truth to it.

This is what a moment of truth is.

He died running.

Two quarters in his hand.

Not for a paper, for a phone call.

There's red clay on his hands.

He fell on the road.

There's red clay on the knees.

There's a rip in the jacket.

But it's the same place as the abrasion.

He was on his knees. He was reaching down for something.

He was reaching down for something with his hand, with a pine tree branch.

Like this.

And was voted unanimously in favor.

In other news, there is still no progress yet on missing 8 -year -old

Woodhouse. Last seen wearing a blue coat.

for any other links.

Are you okay, honey?

You having trouble breathing?

Something sharp in your side?

You're going to be okay.

All right?

Hang in there. I'll be right back. I'm getting help.

I think her lung's punctured. Second, she's out. Good man.

You know, sometimes it takes an angel. Sometimes it takes a doctor.

We could have pulled her out.

But if we didn't have that oxygen, that breath of life that he's got. God always

knows best.

What's going on?

That little girl?

We found her.

Just in time.

Everything's going to be okay.

Hi, sweetheart.

Listen, how about Daddy comes by your house tonight and he gets puppied up,

know?

Yeah, I think it's a good idea.

We'll all feel better.

I love you too, sweetie.

You live nearby?

Yes. Dewey, John's around here.

Excuse me a minute, please. Okay.

Hey, Burton?

Yes.

I'm Dr. Ivar Kronenberger.

I'd like to tell you about Dewey.

Where is he? What happened? Is he sick? Is he hurt?

Mrs. Burton, I'm the county coroner.

No, please don't. I knew something happened. I'm sorry.

It was sudden. It was a massive coroner.

I want to tell you, you should be very proud of your husband.

He died a hero.

Because of him, that little girl will live.

He must have been a very special man.

Yeah, he was.

He was the sweetest man I ever met.

I know.

I could see it in his face.

In the midst of death, we are in life.

Of whom shall we seek succor?

Only thee, O Lord, only thee.