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Forgive me, Father, for you have sinned.

Miss me?

Don't be late.

Isn't this great?

Yeah, great. Oh, come on.

I thought this would be a great opportunity for you students to find out

emergency medical treatment is firsthand.

What's this, a convention?

I'm Dr. Sloan. These are my students. What have we got? Oh, we got a lady we

found about ten minutes ago. Can't revive her.

Guy across the street at the store says she called herself Alice, and that's

about all we got.

Alice.

Alice, can you hear me?

Very weak pulse.

Need the mask.

Mask, please. All right, now there's no signs of trauma.

First thing we check.

Get backward, please.

I still... All right, let's get her in the ambulance.

Okay.

All right. Put your hand here.

Easy does it.

You're all right.

Can anyone call an ambulance?

Please, call an ambulance. Okay, I got it.

God.

Speak, my son.

Who can separate us from the love of Christ?

Whether we live or die, we are the Lord's.

We have an everlasting home in heaven.

We shall be with the Lord forever.

Where am I?

You're at Community General Hospital.

I'm Dr. Bentley. This is Dr. Stewart.

How's it going?

Alfred.

No, ma 'am. I'm Dr. Sloan.

I always knew you'd come back for me, Alfred.

Alice, I'm a doctor.

A doctor?

Oh, I'm proud of you, Alfred.

I never imagined you'd become a doctor.

Alice, we'd like to contact your family.

Can you tell us where they are?

Our song.

The dance.

On last night.

Where was that, Alice?

What a sight you were in your uniform.

Officer in the Navy.

I always knew you'd come back.

Do you remember, Alfred?

Every time it rains, it rains.

Pennies from heaven.

Don't you know each cloud contains... Pennies from

heaven.

You'll find your fortune falling all over town. Excuse me, Dr. Sloan. We got

another emergency call. Do you want to bring your class? Yeah, thanks, Ed.

I'll be back in hours.

Amanda, will you take my class?

Sure. Thanks.

Why, I'd ask you something. What was that song you were singing?

Pettys from Heaven?

Jack, you are depressing.

Look, I think I'm going to admit Alice.

Maybe she'll say something to help us figure out who she is.

I wouldn't count on it. Not with advanced Alzheimer's.

You think she's what she is?

Oh, come on. Didn't you see her?

In her mind, the Allies just landed on the beach in Normandy.

You don't think so, do you? Well, you can't be sure.

First we have to rule out thyroid and stroke, all the things that have her

symptoms. Then if she has Alzheimer's, we'll know.

Okay.

How's he doing?

Not good. He's had a lot of trauma. We won't know for certain until we get to

the operating room.

Eyewitnesses said he took a pretty bad hit.

He did?

Who is he?

I don't know.

No ID on him, nothing.

What are you looking at?

Nothing. You look different.

Oh? How's that?

I don't know. New haircut?

No.

You're combing it differently.

No.

My imagination again.

What are his odds, Dad? He got hit pretty hard by that car, but I think

going to make it. Yeah, we'll know by morning.

Call me if there's any problem at home, Amanda.

Sure thing.

Any idea who he is?

No ID, no wallet, nothing.

The only thing we have is a witness who says it looks deliberate.

Deliberate? That's what he said.

I've got to go run the paperwork on this. I'll see you later.

Okay.

Deliberate?

Where have you been?

Boy, nice to see you too, Doris. You must have been somewhere, because you

certainly haven't been here.

You left your beeper off again. Yeah, I was down on Noir. I keep forgetting to

turn that thing on. Well, maybe you'd like to get weird -cranied with your

office.

The weasel was in here again.

Norman Briggs.

Your hospital administrator.

He wants to know why you haven't cut the office budget.

Because there's nothing left to cut, that's why.

Unless you want to work for free.

I practically do now.

Now, I've got a stack of messages on your desk that's growing faster than the

mold in your refrigerator.

I've got to double -check that ID.

You've got some bills here, too.

I need a lease for that man.

Excuse me, there was a hit -and -run victim brought in this afternoon.

Where can I find him?

What's the trouble, Father?

Terrible pain right there.

Oh, getting in here couldn't walk.

Take it easy.

You ever had this before?

Yes, once.

Kidney stone.

Yeah, that's a little better.

Do you have a regular doctor?

No.

All right, all right. Let's get you admitted. I'll give you something for

pain. We'll run some tests in the morning. Oh, Doctor, I don't want to be

trouble. I think the sign says that's why we're here. And if it doesn't, it

should. Did you make it all right? Yeah.

Who are you?

Are you God?

What is your name?

I used to know.

Where's Alfred?

Take me to Alfred, please.

Okay. Tell you what.

You wait for him here, okay?

Alice,

we've been looking for you.

Oh, I have to wait here for Alfred.

That's okay.

Come with me. Come on.

I'll take you to see Alfred.

I'm so sorry, Mark.

Did you adjust the IV?

No.

Did anyone touch it since I left?

Nobody's been in here. Why do you ask?

I'm not sure.

Dad, come on.

Steve, I was in the operating room.

Everything else was a mess, but his heart looked fine.

I think we've got our roles reversed here.

I'm the homicide cop.

And you're the doctor, but I think he died of injuries, and you think he was

murdered in the hospital.

All I'm saying is his heart shouldn't have killed him.

And there's something funny about that I .V. When I left him, I know I put it in

there securely.

Last night, it would have been lucid, which could have been caused by any

of things.

And there were no clear fingerprints. My guy checked.

Isn't that five miles?

Almost.

Well, somebody tried to kill him with that car.

Right. We're looking for the driver.

What if that seems somebody snuck in the hospital and tried to finish the job?

Dad, security said nobody came in the hospital last night.

Well, something's fishy.

If I get some real evidence, you'll check it for me, won't you?

Dad, hold up. Hold up for a minute, will you, please? What?

You notice anything different about me?

No, why?

I think I'm losing my hair.

Oh, gee, I don't think so.

I don't know. It's looking awful thin.

You know, Mom's brother Earl's totally bald.

Yeah, could never wear a hat.

And Cousin Harold.

And Aunt Edna.

Mark, I got Alice's test results.

Yeah?

You're right.

It's not Alzheimer's. Her thyroid function's way down.

Well, she'll be on the same symptoms. How bad is she?

Well, she's probably been like this for years.

I put her on thyroid medication, but if there's brain damage... Well, she may

never get her memory back, but she'll feel better.

Good work, Jack. Thanks.

Okay.

Next customer.

Where's Father Morsey?

I signed him out at 6 o 'clock this morning. I told him that he should wait

you, but he seemed fine.

Apparently, the stone passed during the night.

Why?

Wait a minute. You mean he just bounced out of bed just like that?

Well, yeah, he didn't want to miss morning mass.

Get out of here.

What's this?

Notes for his sermon.

Let's see his chart.

Hi,

Norman.

A brief confab, if you don't mind.

Excuse me.

Admissions just told me you admitted an NXF patient.

NXF? NXF. Non -existing funds.

Charity pro bono. I thought we were tuned into the same channel about this.

I'm not sure what channel you're on, Norman.

Listen, amigo.

I'm the lucky guy who's supposed to make this hospital run efficiently so that

everybody is happy.

I can't do that when patients don't pay for our services.

We're just running... No test. The tests are ordered.

Just discharge her as soon as you can.

So, um, where's Father Morrissey?

You know him?

My parish priest.

Listen, Norman, you know anything about him, where he came from, his background?

Wait, wait, wait. What's with the 20 questions? You're not playing detective

again, are you, Sloan?

Well, there are times when all doctors have to be detective, Norman.

Not in my hospital.

Just where is this Father Morrissey's parish, anyway?

Dr. Sloan. Hello, Father.

I wasn't expecting a house call.

Well, I wanted to do a follow -up.

Glad to see you're feeling better.

Oh, I guess I was lucky.

Stone just seemed to pass by itself.

I tried to wait for you at the hospital, but we're very busy here.

Well, still, you don't want to neglect your health.

Why don't you take your coat off and roll up your sleeve?

Oh, that won't be necessary, Doctor.

I feel fine. I'm just doing my job.

Sit down. It won't take a minute.

By the way, did those pills help you?

Oh, yes.

Good.

I brought along a little stronger prescription just in case there's any

pain.

Although I must tell you, I don't prescribe these for just anybody, but

have the constitution of a rhinoceros.

What I gave you last night would have put most people out for, oh, ten hours

anyway. What did you do?

Wrote a sermon, passed a stone, woke up at dawn.

Well, I've always had a high tolerance for medication.

Yeah, not to mention a high tolerance for pain.

You know, you really should drop in for an IVP study.

Just to see if that stone caused any damage and see if there's any more

Well, doctor, if I get a free moment, I certainly will stop by the hospital.

Well, your blood pressure's a little high.

You under any particular stress?

We're all under stress, Doctor.

Right, right.

Well, here's the prescription anyway, just in case.

Thank you.

By the way, Father, last night, did you have any occasion to leave your room?

No.

Why? That poor man that was in the post stop where I found you, he died last

night.

Sorry to hear it.

I'll say a prayer for him.

You didn't happen to notice anybody suspicious wandering around, did you?

As I said before, I never left my room.

Right, right.

You know, the only thing is, confidentially, I think there was foul

involved.

Shocking.

Can you prove it?

No, no, of course not. Not now, anyway.

See you, Doctor.

I'm sorry.

You're the father of the doctor.

Thank you, Doctor.

Bless me, Father, for I have him.

Father?

Yes, my son?

Are you all right, Father?

Yes, just a little hoarse, my son. It's nothing.

Father, are you still there?

What is troubling you, my son?

Well, I've had some uncharitable thoughts about this doctor.

Dr. Sloan.

And, uh, what troubles you about this, uh, Dr. Sloan?

Everything.

Sometimes I wish, I wish he would roll a skate in front of a truck.

Well, I, uh, I don't know this Dr. Sloan, but, uh, I understand he's a fine

and, uh, and, uh, an excellent, excellent doctor.

I'm, uh, I'm quite sure that he tries and he means well.

We should try to overlook his eccentricities.

That's asking a lot, Father.

Then say 500 Hail Marys. 500?

For what?

Whatever it takes to make you appreciate Dr. Sloan and make a good act of

contrition.

Thank you, Father.

Don't mention it.

What are you doing?

It looks like I'm doing it.

This always seems strange to me.

You and pathology. I don't get it.

Well, like Mark, I enjoy the look, right?

Yeah? I like them better when they're still alive.

That's enough sift in my old neighborhood.

There was no mystery how they got that way.

You know, Jack, not all of us had the pleasure of growing up in a rough

neighborhood. That's true.

Now, this one I wish could talk.

You got no idea who he is?

Zero. And if we don't have prints on this guy, we may never know who he is.

I'll tell you one thing.

Very strange taste in tattoos.

Check it out.

Ah, what do you know?

You recognize it?

Oh, yeah.

Get away!

Get away!

Wait. Wait a minute.

You know that scum? He licked my window.

Hey, you wanted to come.

I didn't know it was going to be so much fun.

Any luck?

With what?

You know what? Don't be funny. Just tell me.

Yeah. Our corpse has a name.

Mitch Riley.

Turns out he's, uh, he was an ex -con from Detroit. He did 15 years for our

robbery. You got all that from a tattoo?

Man, that tattoo is a sign of the Golden Cobra.

It's a brotherhood of convicts.

Why don't you call a nice bunch of guys?

Do you actually know one of these people?

Well, actually, I know two of them, but only one of them is my cousin.

Do you know

pennies from heaven?

Sit down.

Thank you.

This is my version.

Pennies from heaven. Yeah.

Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven? Yeah.

You'll find your fortune falling all the time.

Wah, wah, wah, wah.

Be sure that your umbrella is upside down.

Was I? Yeah.

I'm a little tired.

Okay, we'll have Dolores take you to your room.

Thank you, Alfred.

Look, this woman has just committed some inheritance. I thought we agreed she

should be discharged.

She's been showing some improvement on this medication, Norman.

She's homeless. She's not hopeless.

There are other professionals for these kinds of people, Dr. Sloan.

Social workers.

Caseworkers. We are a hospital, not a shelter for the homeless.

Give me one more day.

Look, if she gets better, think of the story.

Hospital helps homeless heal herself.

I like the headline.

All right, Dr. Sloan.

You've got your day, but just one.

Norman, I appreciate you overlooking my eccentricities.

I can't believe people live like this.

You should get out more often.

Looks like somebody's been here.

Hey.

Looks like Riley has himself a girlfriend.

Ginger shows.

Not bad.

You okay?

I just can't put it

together. But you seriously believe a priest was involved in it? Well, I found

him in Riley's room, and he got in the hospital by pretending he was sick.

Why?

Well, I'm thinking that maybe he burned down the house.

What, he burned down the house just to cover up any connection between himself

and Riley? Exactly.

Why not?

Maybe.

But what is the connection between an ex -con and this priest?

Well, that's the next thing we've got to find out.

We? Yeah.

Let me know when you find the car that killed Riley.

Yes, sir. Chief?

Chief, somebody murdered my patient in my hospital.

I'd like to know who and why.

And call me when you find that car.

Okay. Look, you've got to do something for me. What?

Remember the little hair problem we were talking about?

Is there anything that you can give me? Male pattern anxiety. Is that what we

thought? Oh, come on. Oh, relax.

I got you something for it.

Listen, don't forget tomorrow night. The game and dinner. Right. We're having

Dolores' meatloaf. Mmm.

See you.

Hey.

What's up? Hmm.

So do you still want us to look for his girlfriend?

We're both on.

Mark? Oh.

Evidently, she's an exotic dancer.

Here's the photographer's name and number right there on the back. Maybe he

tell you where to find her.

Look, if you find out, let me know. Okay.

But that's all.

Okay,

there she is right here.

All right.

Wait here. I thought we were doing this together.

We are.

I want to go inside and talk to her while you wait here.

I have been in these kinds of places before.

Oh, really? Yeah. Yeah?

Which country club was that?

All right, so it was a charity. Big deal. Let's go. Amanda, what are you

What? Look, I need a little room to operate here, okay?

You see, I may have to work in a little bit to get her to cooperate. You know

what I'm saying?

You might get.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Last time I drive you here.

Mr. Mitch Riley was a friend of yours. I need to talk to you.

Tiny?

Oh, no.

Alice?

We've been looking all over for you. What are you doing up here?

Waiting for God.

Why are you doing that?

In case he comes for me.

Alfred, he was here before. Didn't you see him?

I think it'll be a long time before he comes for you.

Does he know your name?

I wish somebody did.

All right.

Let's go back downstairs.

Hi. Not sure I should be giving you this, but we found the car that killed

Riley. Killer abandoned it. Oh.

Did you trace the owner? It's all in there.

Interesting.

Oh, I got something for you.

Dolores? Where'd you put that family album I brought in? Oh, am I going to

this?

Is this really your family album?

Thank you, Dolores.

If those are your relatives, I have just one question.

What? Why didn't you go into plastic surgery?

Okay, now here's all the hairless people in your family that you're worried

about. Where's Uncle Earl?

Um, there he is.

But he caught a disease in the tropics. Lost all his body hair.

Yeah. Cousin Harold?

A cue ball.

Professional wrestler. Shaved his own head.

Oh.

And Aunt Edna? Aunt Edna?

There. Bad perm.

Ball.

Now, everybody else in the family has got a full head of hair.

Will you stop worrying?

Yeah, I guess so. Good.

Did Aunt Edna's hair ever grow back? Oh, yeah. Down to her waist.

Unfortunately, it started in the middle of her back.

Mother, I hope you don't mind my barging in like this again.

I am getting ready to say thanks.

Well, I wanted to check your blood pressure. Just make sure it's not

Take a moment.

Okay.

You always arrive unannounced, or am I getting special treatment? Oh, this is

special treatment, definitely.

There, just give me that sleeve right there. That's good.

Father, you know the Fultons, don't you? Ted and Kim?

Of course.

They're members of our congregation.

Their car was stolen the other night.

I didn't know.

Well, it turns out that it was used to run down that poor man who died at the

hospital. Name was, uh...

Riley. Mitch Riley.

That mean anything to you?

Can't say that it does.

Should it?

Well, you know, I can't help feeling maybe there's somebody in your church

might have had a reason to kill Riley.

You're asking very peculiar questions, Dr. Sloan.

What would make you think a hit -and -run driver would be a member of our

congregation? Well, I'm not sure.

You see, Riley was murdered during that mass.

Now, the Fulhams only live two blocks away. They walk to church.

Anybody who knows them knows that routine.

What exactly is your point, Doctor?

Well, what if someone at your church ran out of the Mass and stole their car?

They would have had time to get the car, drive to the warehouse district, run

down Riley, ditch the car, and get back to church before Mass was over.

That's very hard to imagine.

Well, I know it's possible. I've timed it myself.

Well, your blood pressure is slightly elevated and your pulse is on the high

side.

You sure you're not under some kind of stress?

No more than you, doctor.

You never know.

Of course, I would ask you if any of your regulars missed mass that day, but

wouldn't know you weren't there.

Wasn't I?

No.

You asked Father Oliver to cover for you.

I is.

That is true.

Where were you, Father?

I'm not sure I like that question, Doctor.

I'm not sure I'd like the answer.

Anything else?

No, but for now.

Wood cut down on that salt, though.

Excuse me.

You're the owner?

Who's that?

Mark Sloan, a medical consultant for the police department.

Murray Swift.

Your central air conditioning is made by Breezeway, huh? That's right.

We've had an outbreak of conventioneer's disease around the country. They've

traced the causes of defective Breezeway units.

Conventioneer's disease?

Yeah, like Legionnaire's, only it's louder and more contagious.

I'll need to do a...

test and an inspection.

I don't want to quarantine the club, of course. Whatever you say, doctor.

I have a look here.

What's the verdict?

Well, I'm not sure.

Think back carefully, Murray. Has anybody reported any sudden loss of

Any excessive scaling or peeling?

Dizziness? Nausea?

Loss of vision?

Not to my knowledge.

Well, that's a good sign.

Let me look at your eyes, Murray.

Oh, dear.

That's very, very interesting.

What does that mean?

I can't afford to close down.

Maybe I ought to make a random check of your employees. You have a private room

somewhere? Sure, the dressing room. It's right back there.

Well, why don't I try with the dancers?

Yeah, you're fine.

Thank you. Don't worry.

You're very healthy.

Next.

That's me.

Sit down, won't you?

Why don't you put this coat on?

Here we go. Won't you be cold? No, actually, I'm a little warm right now.

Oh, excuse me just a moment.

I want to talk to you about Mitch Riley.

Hey, wait a minute.

Now, don't get excited.

I think I know who killed him, but I need your help to prove it.

Look, I thought you were a doctor. I am. I treated him before he died.

I don't know anything about it. Hold it.

I can tell by these pictures that you two are very...

Fond of each other, am I right?

Then you should want to know who killed him.

I just don't want to get hurt, that's all.

I'll see that you don't.

He was a decent guy.

Was there anybody who had a reason to kill him?

All I know is that somebody owed him money, like a lot.

And when he went to collect it, he was run down.

I never saw the driver.

Why didn't you call the police?

You promise you won't hate me if I tell you?

Of course I do.

I thought I could get the money for myself.

Before he was run down.

Mitch said this was his insurance.

It guaranteed he'd get his money back.

I took it off his body.

I figured I could use it.

Myself. There's nothing in here.

Just a bunch of pictures of Mitch and some guy back in Detroit.

And some newspaper clipping about Mitch's trial.

I don't know what I'm doing.

That's all right.

I do.

Inspiring sermon, Father.

You again?

I've only got a moment.

I didn't come to take your blood pressure this time, Father.

Or should I call you Peter?

Excuse me?

Peter Ingram is your name, isn't it? At least it was when you left Detroit.

You are seriously mistaken, Doctor.

David Morrissey was a 19 -year -old kid with no family.

He died in Vietnam.

You took his name and his social security number.

I think you better be careful, Doctor.

Fifteen years ago, you and Mitchell Riley robbed an armored car.

The guard was shot dead.

Riley got caught, but somehow you got away with the money.

You changed your name and got yourself into a seminary.

You've been hiding from the law behind that collar for all these years.

Do you know what you're saying?

I know exactly what I'm saying.

See, Riley never fingered you because he wanted his share of the money when he

got out of prison.

Took him a long time, but he found you, didn't he?

You agreed to the payoff.

You told him where to meet you.

Then you ran him down to Fulton's car.

But he survived.

You had to finish the job.

I think that you faked your way into that hospital, snuck into his room, and

shot some air into his vein through that IV.

Mission accomplished.

Oh, by the way, his girlfriend drove him to meet you.

She had a couple of pictures of the two of you together, which, of course, I now

have.

So?

So.

So you do.

I have the Lord's work to do.

Goodbye, Dr. Sloan.

I can't believe this, Mike. I can't believe it. We don't have enough to turn

over to the cops?

Oh, I gave everything to Steve.

The thing is, we can prove that he knew Riley in Detroit, but we can't pin the

old robbery on him.

And we have no hard evidence that he committed...

Either the hit and run or the murder in the hospital.

He is going to get away with it.

Excuse me, gentlemen. Alice isn't in her room again.

Every

time

it rains...

I want to sleep in the church.

I'm sorry, ma 'am. It's all locked up.

Why don't you try the shelter down the street?

It's you.

Excuse me?

My lord and my shepherd.

In that room when you came for that man.

You must be mistaken.

No, no.

I remember you.

Have you come for me, too?

Yes, my child.

Come with me.

Come right this way. Don't be afraid.

I'm not afraid with you.

You were so gentle with that nice man in the hospital.

What was his name?

Mr. Riley.

He was a good man.

Yeah, you sent him to heaven.

Yes, I did.

Now it's my time.

Yes.

You've had a good life.

It's time for your reward.

Time to come home.

Rick!

Hands on your head. Real slow.

Turn around.

Good work, Alice.

You set me up.

Yes, Alice remembered just enough to help us get your confession.

She described you as the man she saw in Riley's room the night he died.

And now it's time for your reward, Father.

You're under arrest for the murder of Mitch Riley and the attempted murder

Alice Blake.

You have the right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and will be used against you.

Special delivery for Miss Alice Blake.

They're beautiful.

Oh, they're beautiful.

And so are you.

Are you sure you're not Alfred?

Whatever happened to the real Alfred?

Well, I waited for him till after the war.

And on his way back from Japan,

He stopped in Honolulu and met another girl.

And he's still happily married.

The rat.

The memory was nice, especially since it was the only one I had.

I'm still a little bit foggy.

Yeah, well, give it time. Yeah, you'll come around, Alice.

Folks, I have the night shift.

Bye -bye, Alice. Oh, I got the night off.

You take care of yourself, okay?

Thank you.

Talk to you later, Mark.

Thanks a lot, guys. All right.

Well, my daughter should be here very soon. She got on a plane the minute we

called her.

Well, it looks like you're all set to go.

One last dance.

Every time it rains, it rains.

Pennies from heaven.

Don't you know each cloud contains pennies from heaven.