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Welcome back to Kingdom Hospital...

where time has grown short.

In a little over 3 hours...

at 11:47 p.m. KWT...

that's Kingdom Weird Time...

the end will come for Kingdom Hospital...

and everyone in it.

Time is nature's way of keeping
everything from happening at once.

Past, present, and future...

are all illusions.

Let's hope somebody in the Kingdom
gets that straight...

before Mary rings her bell
for the very last time.

Pink uniforms.

Don't go in there. The big one's coming.

I think there might be a couple of hours
left, but I can't be sure.

Are you one of them?

- You are.
- No, I assure you...

I'm not one of them.

I'm only a geologist.

My feet still itch,
but I'm checking myself out.

I've decided to try a more holistic approach:

St. John's wort.

Grapefruit rind!

Maybe I should stop drinking.

- Did you see them?
- See who?

Hook's minions.

They wear pink uniforms.

I think I saw an orderly
leading a young man and woman...

in pink uniforms down the West-1 corridor.

And I believe he was telling them
that Hook wanted to see them.

I told you. They're his minions.

Look what they did to my car.

I see.

Can I suggest that you leave this matter
for a later date?

You see, there's going to be
an earthquake, Doctor.

A big one.

I'm the big one.

Me. You got that?

The big one.

I'm the big one.

Hi.

Just a little going-away present
from the pelvis-equipped moving van!

Steg wins!

Steg is the big one!

Steg always wins.

Do you want to wait for Abel and Christa
to get here, Mrs. D.?

We'll need them for the s�ance,
but for the story...

I think they know more about the story
that I'm gonna tell you than I do.

Those two see a many great things,
and they've got long ears.

If we're going to do it, let's do it.

Mr. Bates, the librarian,
helped me a great deal...

and these newspaper clippings
hidden in the doll by Mary herself.

But it was my dear Lenny Stillmach...

who at his death put me in touch with Mary.

Lenny, are you there?

Do you see my little girl?

As for my continued investigations...

it was Drs. Hook and Draper
who were extremely helpful.

What's that, dear?

Novocain.

Since then, poor dear Mary
has come to me again and again.

She is with us here today,
even though you cannot see her.

I find that rather difficult to believe,
Mrs. Druse.

Mary...

and Antubis.

There.

God! What is that thing with her?

Antubis.

He cures...

and kills.

I've seen him do both.

Is there a way to tell which one
he has in mind at any given moment?

That depends.

On?

You.

What kind of a creature is he?

He eats disease.

He likes to be scratched behind the ears.

He's horrible.

Beautiful.

Thank you, dear. Thank you for joining us.

That thing is the gatekeeper
between life and death.

The Egyptians called him Anubis...

and I believe that we see him as we do
only because of a child's misunderstanding.

For 135 years...

Mary has been forced to relive the fire...

and her own death over and over.

There may be a more terrible fate,
but I don't know what it would be.

Many souls, ghosts,
because of their choices...

are trapped for hundreds of years.

I can't think of a more painful retribution.

Many ghosts are insane.

Now, we understand that instinctively
and that's why we're frightened of them.

Without her friend Antubis...

Mary could have just been
another one of those poor, mad souls.

- So they're both timekeepers?
- Yes.

And what better place than in a hospital...

where the balance hangs
between life and death?

But here the balance has been destroyed...

and unless we do something...

Come out, Abel!

Come out, Christa!

Come out, Hook,
and all you minions of Hook!

The Keepers demand it!

Hello. How are you?

Maybe not so well today?

You feel hopeless.

You may even feel
that the whole world is against you.

But the firm of Macintosh and Redding
will stand with you...

and see that you get your day in court.

Don't make a bad situation worse.

When life hands you a bag of lemons,
we can help you make lemonade.

Stick it to them
before they can stick it to you.

If you've been injured in an accident,
you may have thousands, even if...

Mr. Goode.

- It's nice to finally meet you in person.
- Hey, Doc.

- Your teeth better?
- All fixed.

- Jury duty attended to?
- Took care of it. Knew a guy.

- Vacation over?
- Well, I've got another week.

I'm taking the wife to Aruba in March...

but what can I do for you right now, Doc?

Have you seen two people in pink uniforms?

You must mean Abel and Christa.

They went that way just a few minutes ago.

There's a whole bunch of people
down there.

Thank you.

You're the one who looks like
he could use a vacation, Doc.

It was little Mona
who helped me understand.

Can you hear me?

Answer me if you can.

Will you speak, Mary?

Give me a sign, if you will.

Excellent.

In 1869, Mary Jensen, an orphan...

was the time girl at the Gates Mill...

which stood right here on this ground.

She called the hours, the shift changes...

lunch, dinner,
and she was everybody's favourite.

If there was a bright light
in that dark place...

if the old Gates Mill ever had a soul...

or angel...

it was Mary Jensen.

Time, ladies and gentlemen.

11:00 of the early shift, so it is.

In an hour comes noon lunch.

The adults worked on the upper floor...

but they were just as much of a slave
as the children were:

a slave to the company's clock,
a slave to company's housing...

a slave to the company store.

Get up, you wee brat!

During the Civil War...

they worked 16 hour shifts making uniforms.

After the war was over,
the mill staggered along for a few years.

Now the kiddies only had to work
12 hour shifts.

My God, the poor things.

But Ebenezer Gottreich, the owner...

wasn't much of a businessman.

And one day in the fall of 1869...

Mr. Gottreich had an idea.

He really had to do something.

Even slave labour will revolt...

if it isn't fed.

Gottreich was greedy and he was desperate.

By November of 1869...

the Gottreich enterprises
were tottering on the edge of bankruptcy...

because of bad business management.

Meat's gone.

If you're here for meat, go on home.

The infirmary stood exactly where
the Kingdom Hospital stands today.

And the lunatic who ran it...

was none other
than Ebenezer's brother, Klaus.

It was nothing more than a torture chamber.

He had certain ideas,
certain theories about pain.

And the mill provided him...

with all of the human guinea pigs
that he needed.

Soon you will feel better, yes? Hold her still.

But I'm sure that
this was Ebenezer Gottreich's plan...

because the foreman was too stupid,
and Klaus was just too insane.

It was a simple plan, a good plan.

But there was one thing...

that they didn't foresee.

- Mary.
- I picked up Mr. Hagarty's hat.

I thought he'd want it back.
How was I to know?

I found them in the ER.

I hope we're not too late.

Holy Mother of God.

We're going to make things better,
if there's enough time.

Good, you found them.

- Yes, dear.
- Mama.

Are they your spirits?

Aren't they wonderful?

Mrs. D, if you could
hurry things along a little.

Yes, of course.

They burned the mill,
and those who died in the fire were...

There's a term for it.

- "Collateral damage"?
- That's the one.

"Collateral damage"? Oh, Lord.

Time, ladies and gentlemen.

It's 11:30 of the late shift and all's well.

In half an hour comes midnight lunch.

Time, ladies. Time, gentlemen...

Mr. Hagarty pushed me down.

He and Mr. Gottreich went in there.

There. All better.

I love you, Mary.

I wish it was lunch.

- Are you hungry?
- No. Sleepy.

I always sleep at midnight lunch.

- Listen for my bell.
- I always do.

Thank you, Mary.

By late 1869...

there were many less children
working the late shift.

Gottreich wasn't worried
about victims, though.

He was worried about witnesses.

Pile them higher, you hound!

- Are you sure? Do we really...
- Give me the lamp.

- What if somebody catches us doing this?
- Who? A bunch of dye-house brats?

By this time of night, they're asleep
on their feet. Pile them higher, sweetheart.

I don't want to have to do this twice.

- What was that?
- Just Mary ringing her damn bell.

Give me those, you coward.

Look on the bright side.

It will mean an end
to my brother's fool experiments.

Look, Mary.

See, Mary.

You're the witness and you must see it all.

Bloody hell!

Hide, Mary, don't let them see you.

I want my hat.
My ma sent it over from Inverness.

I'll get you another. I'll get you 10.

- I had no idea it would go up so fast.
- Now you know.

Now let's get out of here before we roast.

My ma sent it over from Inverness.

His mommy gave it to him.

A dozen bairns must have seen us.

Ebenezer, a dozen bairns, at the very least.

The wee ones will never tell. I promise.

For every child that burns, there's another
$75 from the insurance company.

Loss of property. If I hadn't thought
it would raise questions...

I would have ordered a full shift tonight.

An extra $10,000. Think of it, Hag.

We'll burn, too, in hell.

Indeed we will, partner, but not tonight.

Too late, Hag.

Don't pull, Mary. Push.

Fire! You must get out!
Everybody must get out!

Fire! You have to get out!

Fire!

Take the stairs.

Then let's get out.
I cannot stay here and listen to that!

There, there.

Come along.

- What is it?
- It won't open, Mary.

That door's always open.

Come on this way.

This way, Mary.

Follow me.

If you want to live.

I've heard those children screaming...

and I'm not the only one.

Schwarzton's black noise.

Not noise, Dr. Hook.

Over the years,
they've become a choir of black voices...

screaming for release...

and tearing Kingdom Hospital apart.

You first, Mary. You must lead the way.

Follow me. I know the way.

Mary, come.

Why didn't you save them?

Because I can only save you.

Why are you helping me?

Because I'm your pal.

I don't know your name.

Pals should know each other's names.

I'm Anubis.

Antubis?

I don't know what to do.
I don't know where to go.

Come back!

You said you were my pal!

Please!

And so that night...

you slept in the woods.

But you were frightened.

And so that night,
you went back to what you knew.

You went back alone?

Because you had nowhere else to go.

"Gates Mill...

"burns in...

"arsondental...

"accidental...

"fire."

"Where is...

"this girl?"

That's me.

His mommy gave it to him.

I have to give it back.

You used her.

She does me a solid...

You do her a solid.

Dr. Stegman.

- You startled me.
- Where are they? Did you see them?

See who?

Are you aware
that you're holding a gun, sir?

Don't worry about it.

Did you see two feebs...

in pink?

Two fleas...

- in pink?
- Feebs!

But that's not very polite, Dr. Stegman.

If I wanted to know what you thought,
I'd give you a rectal exam.

Did you see them or not?

- Was Otto with them?
- He may have been.

Who's Otto?

Otto's security,
and he does some orderly work on the side.

Dr. Stegman...

I really think much better
when I don't have a gun sticking in my face.

Sorry.

I think I saw Otto walking down the hall
with two people in pink unis...

on my way back from the caf,
but that was a while ago.

- Which way?
- This way.

There must be a dozen labs down there,
my own included.

That's not my fault, Dr. Stegman.

I'll find them.

I have the power of the Keeper behind me.

I will find them...

- if I have to look in every crook and nanny.
- I'm going home.

Steg's the big one!

Steg always wins!

Good day, foreman Hagarty.

Gentlemen of the press...

this is a sad day
for the Gates Mills and Kingdom Weaving.

What have you done
to my supply of experiment subjects?

- Sounds to me like you're doing all right.
- Now is feast.

A week from now will be famine...

and famine is apt to last a long time.

During the late shift two nights ago...

a terrible fire swept our mill.

Many of those working
on the first and second floors escaped.

However, I am sorry to report...

that most of those working
in the dye-house...

where Chief Gendron assures me
the fire began...

did not.

What we need is another Civil War.

During the war, there was no shortage.

They were kiddies, weren't they?

Many were, yes.

Those that did escape are being treated
in our infirmary free of charge.

They're receiving the best and most modern
treatment that we can provide.

Can you hear that?

I thought you're supposed
to be curing their pain.

Was it Epictetus who said that
no great thing is created suddenly?

Nay, I believe that were you.

Some of the survivors
were quite badly burned, I'm sorry to say.

Can you tell us what started the fire,
Mr. Gottreich?

Careful, Eb.

Never fear my brother, Hag.

He's cozy with the Devil.

I regret to tell you
that one or more of the children...

may have been smoking in the storage room
adjacent to the dye-house.

Smoking in the mill is forbidden,
of course...

but human nature being what it is...

some of the children
were bound to sample that vile weed.

Our condolences go out to the families...

who have lost loved ones in this tragic fire.

Each will receive a cash stipend...

and a month's worth of groceries
from the company store.

Burial expenses will be shared by
Kingdom Company Limited and the families.

We should all like to do better, of course...

but until the insurance agents
and investigators have done their work...

I find myself nearly destitute.

Yet I will do what I can...

for I feel the loss of each innocent child...

here.

Didn't I tell you he was cozy?

Now, if you gentlemen have any questions,
I'll do my best to answer them.

What about Mary Jensen,
the so-called time girl?

Our readers are extremely anxious
to know of her fate.

As am I.

But I'm sorry to say
we've had no word of little Mary.

But I am posting a reward...

$500 out of my own pocket...

for knowledge of that dear child,
living or dead.

Ain't he a sly one?

- Mr. Hagarty, sir?
- Get away, you brat. Can't you see I'm...

I brought you your hat,
the one your mommy gave you.

I saved it from the fire.
I know it's a little dirty...

but I'll wash it myself, if you want me to.

Thank you, dear.

Lovely. Come inside where we can
thank you properly, won't you?

No, I don't think...

Something to eat?
A cool glass of root beer?

Help me, you fool.

Gentlemen, if I may
have your attention, please.

I'll take one or two more questions...

and then I really do have
a great deal to do on this sad day.

Can you tell us
what arrangements have been made...

I wanted to give you your hat.
Leave me alone!

I didn't see anything!

Get her.

Now you can scream all you like.

Folks are used to such from here.

Some even call it the House of Screams.

Better take the bell.
Hearing that might not sound so good.

No, it's mine.

That's what I heard when we were below,
isn't it?

What fire? I didn't see anyone set a fire.

When I get the clapper out of it,
you can have it back.

And you've got your dolly.

It's almost as cute as you are.

I forgive you that, missy,
because I'm a Christian.

Come on, Hag.

I never saw nothing.

I never saw no one.

I'm just the time girl.

Can you really repair her memory?
'Cause killing her seems...

It seems so...

Pain and memory exist virtually side by side
in the prefrontal cortex.

It's only a matter
of adjusting the connections.

Mary will make an ideal subject
in this regard.

Let me show you something.

A psychosurgical instrument
of my own design.

It's beautiful, isn't it?

You don't have a scientific turn of mind.

You don't understand that this tool, Hag...

this tool relieves the agonies of the mind...

because the mind is only
a thinking machine, nothing more.

Once this tool has done its work,
our Mary will be reborn a new person...

that we can make and mould as we please.

The only evidence of the leucotomy
will be two small scars...

there and there.

The soul is dead-letter medicine.

No distempered humours,
no spiritual disorders...

no psycho twiddle-twaddle.

A brain is merely an organ that needs repair.

This procedure cures hysteria...

in women and young girls.

You've done this before?

Many times.

And your success rate?

Remember, no great thing
is created suddenly.

What becomes of your failures,
Dr. Gottreich?

I prefer to think of them
as stepping stones...

on the path to a better tomorrow.

What becomes of them?

Potter's field.

You poor child.

- So the lunatic killed her with his ice picks?
- Not all at once...

or else we never would have found
the news clippings inside the doll.

They must have kept her in there
for at least 10 days.

The dates tell us that much.

Mary, how did you get the papers?

She doesn't remember. She's blocked it out.

But she does remember the end.

Don't you, dear?

We'll be fine, won't we, Mary?

The vapours will help you stay calm.

I didn't see a fire. No one started a fire.

If it was bad to pick up the hat, I'm sorry.

Please don't hurt me!

This won't hurt you, little miss.
This will take the pain away.

- Hold her down, nurse.
- Antubis, where are you?

Antubis, help me!

Where is she?

- Where's the anteater?
- Mary has told us all that she knows.

And Anubis, he has shown us all he can.

Now it's up to us. Will you help?

Yes.

Dr. Traff is going to administer an injection
to each of us, I believe.

And we'll journey to...

the old Kingdom
and to Swedenborgian space beyond.

God help us.

What exactly does it do?

Now, people with oneirine on board
have reported shared, lucid REMs...

mass communal dreaming,
accompanied by depersonalisation...

extrasensory phenomena, astral projection.
The so-called out-of-body experiences.

And the scans have backed this up.
The hyperactivity of the right angular gyrus.

Iffy, iffy data, if not downright fabricated.

Padded results, at the very least.

The kind of paper
only the Stegmans of the world could love.

Guys, this is hardly the time
for an academic squabble.

- I agree. Shoot him up.
- Mama.

- It won't hurt him, will it?
- No, Mrs. Rickman.

If he's like most test subjects,
quite the opposite.

Look, Peter. See it very well.

Where's Mary?

When the time comes,
she'll be here to guide us.

And as for the engine
that will pull us along...

Dr. Massingale,
will you turn on your machine?

Elmer, where are we?

I didn't come here.

I was only thinking about coming here.

I thought you were dead.

Kiss me, Elmer.

It works in fairy tales.

Elmer, not again!

Can't you think about anything else?

If you can't get sex off your brain,
does it have to be sex at a morgue?

My literature professor said
it's all about sex and death.

- Sex and death. Maybe that's the problem.
- Right.

This is a morgue.

But it's not the same one. Oh, my God!

No, wait. Get control of yourself.
Remember how we got out of here last time?

Remember how we ended it?

Oh, my God.

Will everyone please join hands?

- We have to listen.
- For the bell.

For Mary's bell.

Now we voyage.

First we purify this room and all of us here...

from the larum of the living.

Idiots, I'll have them all up on charges.

Are there spirits here?

Is Mary here?

Come, Mary. Let us help you.

Come, Anubis.

Help Mary guide us
and show us what we must do.

Monsters. I knew it. I knew it all along.

I won't allow this.
I won't allow this to go on.

Come, child. Come to us and speak.

Please don't hurt me! No!

This won't hurt, little girl.
It takes away the pain.

No!

They're going to burn the children!

Don't let them burn the children!

You do me a solid, I do you one.

That's why I brought you here, Peter.

Who will speak for Mary?

Stop that screaming. You're cured.
The pain is gone.

There is no need for screaming! Stop it!

Dr. Gottreich, no!

I'll make her stop!

We'll speak for you, Mary.
We'll act for you, I swear it.

Help me. Save me.

Take us to where you are, Mary.

What are you waiting for? They're idiots.

Vampires. Vampires and betrayers.

- They sicced the lawyers on you.
- Killed your rats.

- Destroyed your car.
- Start with the feebs.

And then kill them all.

Monsters! Vampires!

Dissemble no more, enough!

Where did they go?

Mama?

These hands are insured
with Lloyd's of London!

And it's your fault. I'm going to kill you!

Look what you've done to me.
How can I operate with just one hand?

Stop it! Dr. Stegman,
you stop this foolishness right now!

Look, we can do this all day.

You'll also have to contend with me
in this world.

Where's the little girl and her anteater?

We'll find them.

This is just a dream, isn't it?

- It's all just a dream.
- lf you say so.

I've been under a lot of pressure, you know?

I mean, the Klingerman business.

Of course, that's taken care of.
I mean, Brenda may be an idiot...

but she got rid of
the anaesthesiology report.

It's just my subconscious
hasn't gotten the message yet.

So pretty soon I'm going to wake up...

and I'll go to Salem with Brenda.

They've got a casino there. Blackjack.
I have a system.

- Dr. Hook, time is short. We must go.
- Let him work this out.

I think I'm going to lie down
for a little while.

I think that's a good idea, Doctor.

I think I'm going to go to sleep.

- Like a good boy.
- Why not?

You're kidding me, right?

The mind has an amazing capacity
to protect itself, Elmer.

We have to go, Dr. Hook.

- Yes.
- We're in the old Kingdom, right?

We're in the Swedenborgian space.

This is how the Kingdom Hospital looks
in the world in between.

It needs a good cleaning crew.

Johnny B. Goode.

Man, it's good to be walking. And talking.

- I just wish I knew what we were doing.
- Wait. I'm thirsty.

I wouldn't drink anything
that came out of that if I were you...

You're not me.

No change.

Forday.

When I use chalk, which isn't very often...

this is the brand I use.

I guess...

this is the way we're supposed to go.

You think?

- Is that...
- Yes, where Dr. Gottreich...

did his medical experiments in the 1930s...

when he had his mental institution here.

Old Mr. Bates
has got a lot of stories about him.

And Egas Gottreich was worse
than his grandfather ever was.

- No, don't. Don't open that.
- She has to.

- That's why we were brought here.
- The word is "shanghaied."

So much pain.

So many tortured souls.

Better get out of here, Butterfingers.

That's right, you busher, run.

And eventually, so many ending up here...

in Swedenborgian space, in the pain room.

Or they did.

Where am I?

Earl Candleton is guarding the line at first.

He hasn't made an error in the entire Series.

The whole Robins' bench is on their feet,
ready to celebrate.

King to the set. Highliner stands in.

King throws over to first,
and Phillips is back safely.

The Robins are one strike away
from their first Series title since 1918.

Look at this.

I don't understand.

I don't get this at all.

Paul and Dr. Gottreich are in Limbo
and they're waiting.

If we succeed, then they're gone forever.

But if we fail, everything that was here,
it will come back, including them.

And they'll go on
haunting Kingdom Hospital forever.

Or whatever is built on these ruins.
Come on.

- It's yours.
- It has your name on it.

It's a hit to Candleton. A lazy fly ball.

I've got it!

This should be it.

The Robins have won the World Series.

What does it say?

- It's from the baseball player.
- He was here, too?

That's right, children.

- Very good. Come on.
- Wait a minute.

- I feel something.
- What, Elmer?

Don't you think we're kind of...

- I don't know.
- You're right, Elmer.

It's like we're here and we're not here.

We're in Swedenborgian space.

Between.

Come on.

I don't know what they're supposed to do,
but they better be pretty quick or...

Look at his arm.

I believe Dr. Stegman's operating days
are over.

What a shame.

Maybe we'd better get out of here.

Not without my son.

And not without my mother.

I guess we're staying.

- So in the real world, this would be...
- The entrance to Hook's kingdom.

That door wasn't here.

Time, ladies and gentlemen.
In half an hour comes midnight lunch.

Time, ladies. Time, gentlemen...

Mr. Hagarty pushed me down.

He and Mr. Gottreich went in there.

It's her. I can feel her.

We've come to where we belong.

And I'm so frightened.

We'll do what we can.

Thank you, Mary.

What are we supposed to do?

We didn't come all this way to stand around
and let these kids burn.

But suppose the children see us?

Then they'll think we're ghosts
and talk about us the rest of their lives.

If they have lives.

Pile them higher, you hound!

- Are you sure? Do we really...
- Give me the lamp.

- What if somebody catches us doing this?
- Who? A bunch of dye-house brats?

If that ass had put his hat on straight,
none of this would have happened.

Watch your words, young man.

By this time of night, they're asleep
on their feet. Pile them higher, sweetheart.

I don't want to have to do this twice.

What was that?

That's just Mary ringing her damn bell.

Give me those, you coward.

Look on the bright side.

It will mean an end
to my brother's fool experiments.

Look. See. See it all.

You're the time girl.

You're the witnesses.
It's up to you to save her.

- And all the rest.
- How?

I want my hat.
My ma sent it over from Inverness.

I'll get you another. I'll get you 10.

- I had no idea it would go up so fast.
- Now you know.

Now let's get out of here before we roast.

My ma sent it over from Inverness.

His mommy gave it to him.

Mary, no!

Push, Mary!

Fire! You must get out!
Everybody must get out!

- Make sure you've got your chalk.
- Don't worry.

- It'll turn up at the right time.
- Are you sure?

Positive. It's an anteater thing.

Ant-solutely delish.

And, Peter, if you want me
to do you a solid...

the time has come for you to do me a solid.

The time has come today.

What are you doing?

- What he brought me here for.
- Who?

Antubis. It's what I do. It's solid.

It's what's solid for me.

Come on, Mama. We're almost at our time.

Why isn't it solid?

I did my part! Why isn't it solid?

Good job, Dr. Hook.

The next time you look at your graveyard,
remember what you did here.

You're back?

Oh, my God, look at you.

- You're back?
- I guess I am.

I'm going to lodge a complaint
against all of you.

You do that, Doctor.

- Oh, goodness!
- What is it, Sally?

I've been through these clippings
a million times and I never saw these before.

She lived.

Mary lived.

She lived...

because we saved her. We did it.

Everything looks the same.

My husband is not the same.

The cracks are gone.
No sign of earthquake damage at all.

Or Schwarzton's black voices.

What do we do now?

I don't know about the rest of you,
but I could use some fresh air.

In about nine minutes,
it's going to be fresh morning air.

- Hey, Danny, Ollie...
- Can't talk, Hook, we got a call on the...

What? What's up with you guys? You never
seen a patient discharge himself before?

Holy Joe.

You wanted to know what would be changed
when we got back.

How about this?

It's her hospital.

She lived to be 91 years old,
and it's her hospital.

- No.
- No?

It's our hospital.

Abel, Christa, for you.

Drs. Traff and Traff.
Lona, would you please?

Bobby, of course. Dr. Hook, of course.
And for the Rickmans...

- Mrs. Druse.
- Thank you.

And, of course, Dr. Draper.

I have some new
Operation Morning Air buttons.

Hope you all like them.

What about the Dr. Gottreich from the '30s
and that hideous boy, Paul?

Cancelled when we changed the past.

- Gone. They must be.
- Are you sure?

Well, I'd stake my considerable reputation
as a medium on it.

- I love you, Mrs. Druse.
- Me too, Mama.

I don't know if anyone could use a drink...

but the Piece of Work on Mill Street
is open till 2:00.

- Sounds good. I'm buying.
- Easy there, you've been sick.

- I can live with that.
- Can you feel a difference?

Everything's settled. Everything's...
I don't know.

Everything's okay in the Kingdom.

I've got to get them.