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Amazing grace

How sweet the sound

That saved a wretch like me

I once was lost

But now am found

Was blind, but now I see

Move it back, people. There's nothing to see here.

This area is for emergency vehicles only!

I said, move it back, diddy-bops! Now! Get back! You, mack it up!

Move your butts out of here. Come on! I said, get out of here!

Back away!

Back off.

...two, one.

Two days ago, in a scene of horror out of a Stephen King novel...

popular street priest James Criss, Reverend Jimmy to his flock...

was discovered crucified on a chainlink fence...

I am a cop, your shepherd. You shall not want to cross that line.

I'll make you lie down in mean postures. I'll bust your diddy-bopheads...

and run you down on the path of righteousness...

frogmarch your asses through the shadow of death.

I'll teach you fear and show you evil!

I, my rod, and my staff shall discomfit thee.

I'll turn you into table-spread, anoint your heads with gasoline...

for I am the meanest son of a bitch in the valley!

You got that? Now, move it back!

Oh, man, what a day, huh?

I don't know about you, but there's nothing I like better than busting a few heads.

Yeah, I could see that.

I say we shower and shave, then hit the piece of work for a cold frosty.

Amen, bro.

What the hell?

Holy glory.

Who are you? What are you?

What's wrong? What happened?

I can't see. I'm freaking blind.

I can't see, but, holy glory, I can.

I can see, Muldoon.

The whole world's on fire with glory.

Dispatch, this is mounted number two. Officer down.

A seizure, a lightning strike, some damn thing.

I need an ambulance on Lyngby Road right out front. Hurry!

Mary, I must reach you.

Mary, I want to help you.

Can you hear me?

Can you hear me?

Please, answer me if you can.

Mary, can you hear me?

Mary, answer me if you can.

Blow the candle flame if you can hear me.

Yes.

Mary, in death, we cross over to the light...

where we rediscover all the moments of our past life...

and we freely encumber them in eternal dreams.

But I fear...

that your dream is a terrible nightmare, my child...

and so you cannot cross over to the light.

I so want to help you...

but I cannot, if I don't know what happened. Can you tell me?

Can you tell me what happened to you?

Yes. Good. Mary, you must.

We know that you did not die in the fire...

from the newspaper clippings in your little dolly. They tell us that much.

But how did you die, Mary?

Did someone hurt you?

Yes. Who hurt you, Mary?

Was it one who had sworn to heal?

Is that why you haunt these halls?

Was it a doctor?

Hail Mary, full of disgrace, the Lord has abandoned you.

He's wonderful, he's perfect.

He's a surgeon...

which means if he's not working, he's thinking about working...

but we're planning a little weekend getaway.

This romantic little B&B in Salem, Mass.

Wednesday. We leave Wednesday. That's right.

Visit Salem, see the witches.

Listen, I will call you with the lowdown when we get back. Bye, Sabrina.

Eye of rat.

Status epilepticus, according to Liz Hinton.

Temporary blindness, probably hysterical.

Was one of the cops on the Jimmy Criss crowd control.

- Ollie and Danny brought him in. - Another seizure patient?

It is starting to look like a pattern. Rickman had one yesterday...

and his roommate, the alcoholic seismologist...

- Schwarzton. - Yeah, him. He had two.

He's going in for an MRI today and Lona tells me...

that Elmer had one, accompanied by full MRI scans to prove it...

and then there's the Klingerman girl.

Wait. Elmer had a seizure?

Complex partial during the Project Sandman study...

accompanied by some very weird psychic disturbances...

if you believe Lona...

and I do.

So you're thinking what? The seizures are contagious?

No, not contagious, but what if something is triggering them?

- Okay, and that would be... - You ever listened to Schwarzton babble?

He talks about something called "black noise," "infrasound"...

acoustic phenomena coming from underground...

operating below the threshold of human hearing.

- I Googled it. Found out it was real. - Black noise is real?

Military scientists have been experimenting with black noise generators...

as weapons since the 1960s.

So what does that have to do with seizures?

Good, you're going to sing me a love song?

Why are we listening to a tuning fork?

Dr. Hook to ER 1.

That, my lovely, will have to wait.

No, this does not look good. Strong motion up the wazoo.

The big one's coming. You hear me? The big one's coming soon.

Days, not weeks. You listening to me?

Hi, Liz.

He's been seizing for over an hour. He's had five of Valium q15...

I've got two large bore IVs running as per protocol.

- How much Dilantin does he have on board? - Full loading dose.

Not doing him jack squat, huh?

You want anaesthesia?

We may need a phenobarb coma and succinylcholine to get him to stop...

- then let's get him upstairs for a CT scan. - Dr. Stegman...

Don't talk to me about Stegman.

I like myself now.

Hi.

Handsome.

You're going to wow them. I just know it.

I'll take care of those wicked lawyers, and you take care of the paperwork, okay?

You know, sabotaging medical records, I have a very bad feeling about this.

Then I'm afraid I won't be able to relax and enjoy our Salem vacation.

I'll be so obsessed with that damn Klingerman anaesthesiology report.

- No, no. Here, drink your coffee. - Okay.

You'll need a clear head to deal with those lawyers.

I love you so much.

We're such a team. So I'll take care of the lawyers, and you...

Okay.

Oh, yum. It tastes like love.

Bobby, those kids at the mission are up to no good out there.

I think. I didn't get a super good look.

You've been staying up all night at home watching smut on cable TV, haven't you?

Just because I'm not there to turn it off. Bad boy.

Oh, Mama.

Mary's in trouble. Bobby, get up. Get up, honey, please.

Come on. You've got to go down to the medical library and see...

if Mr. Bates has found records on the mill and the old Kingdom fires...

and then you get that key card and get in there to the medical records...

while Mrs. Powell is away. Please. Come on, go.

Bobby, this thing is on the fritz, but I think...

Jeez.

Jeez, Louise.

The CT is showing a right temporal lobe AVM that's starting to bleed.

We're probably going to have to...

I've got feelers out on that missing cadaver head for you.

Felony, grave robbing, and corpse desecration.

If I had proof, so help me, God.

Yeah, my source should be getting back to me this afternoon...

so I'll let you know.

I don't want an infernal computer on my desk!

I deal with people, not machines.

Now take it away, or take me away.

The First Commandment swallows all the others:

"I am the Lord thy God.

"Thou shalt not have false gods before me."

Yeah, but you, and millions just like you...

spend half your waking hours worshipping computer screens.

It sucks every trace of human feeling right out of you.

It blinds you to God and nature! It is an abomination!

We could not help but overhear the symptoms of your terrible mood disorder.

Who are you? Get out!

I am Dr. Gottreich. I specialise in psychosurgery...

a new technique which may help you...

control your aggressive impulses.

To hell with you.

It's still considered experimental treatment, so your insurance may not cover it...

but I think you'll find it provides a calming effect...

Dr. Gottreich...

aren't you forgetting sterile technique?

Germs and such?

Paul, who's been feeding you this folderol and poppycock?

Do you specialise in paediatric neurosurgery, Dr. Stegman?

No, I do not.

So, paediatric neurosurgery is a hobby of yours?

An avocation? A part-time job?

The certification in paediatric neurosurgery is an elective subspecialty.

There's no law that requires...

So you only do what the law requires for your patients?

In a community this size, there are no boarded paediatric neurosurgeons.

Only neurosurgeons trying to help children with brain lesions.

Did you meet with Mona Klingerman and her family...

before performing surgery?

And did you follow protocol...

and in their presence, mark the side of the body on which you'd be operating?

On that particular day, I did not meet with the patient...

as I was otherwise committed.

But I asked the anaesthesiologist to meet with the patient and her family.

And to your knowledge, did the anaesthesiologist meet the patient...

and mark the correct side of the patient's skull before operating?

If he did, there's no report of it.

The record, unfortunately, was destroyed...

and the anaesthesiologist is in Tanzania.

Doctors Without Borders, I believe.

To your knowledge, does a copy of that anaesthesiology report exist?

Be careful in there.

Shoot.

Medical library, Mr. Bates first.

All medical records while Mrs. Powell's away.

What did she say?

This one's no good, not for medical records.

It's from Hook, for opening the service elevator.

Don't they have mag cards at Boston General?

Elmer, open the door.

No. Open the door.

Oh, you beautiful little career-saver.

Mr. Bates?

God in heaven.

Anything?

Somebody is moving my left hand.

- E4 is motor. - Can you read the screen for us, please?

Anything?

- I was trying to say the words, but couldn't. - H5 is language.

Read the screen, please.

Teacher, I've brought to you my son...

who is possessed by a mute spirit.

Whenever it seizes him, it throws him down.

He foams at the mouth, grinds his teeth, and becomes rigid.

"Jesus rebuked the unclean spirit and raised him up."

- B4 is the Bible, I guess. - What is that, Matthew?

Mark, Chapter 9.

We've finished the mapping. We're halfway through the AVM repair.

- Everything is under control. - Okay.

The craniotomy is not wide enough to get all those arterial feeders.

Just get the arterial feeders. Don't worry about the veins.

Everything was fine before you galloped in, Doctor.

What is that?

I'm okay.

Antsolutely delicious.

My word, young man, that is one grievous wound.

Where are we going to find you a new nut?

Let me help you. Take a seat on my examination table.

Never mind the surgery. How about the theft of other people's work?

Chris Draper wrote The New England Journal article.

He took credit for it.

Without my name as lead author, the editors would've laughed themselves to death.

With it, they have to read it to confirm you haven't falsified data...

- like you did at Boston General. - That was resolved over a year ago.

- I was exonerated of everything. - Resolved and exonerated...

provided you agreed to leave Boston General...

and take your rat study with you. That's why you're here.

Or did you just suddenly decide you had to live in rural Maine?

I'm glad the subject of rats came up.

A Janice McManice from Maintenance called to report...

some of your lab rats got loose during one of the earthquakes.

I reported it to her.

Yes, apparently, some of the animals are aggressive, vicious even. Are they rabid?

No, they're not rabid. They're simply addicted to cocaine.

I mean, you read the article:

"Dopamine reuptake site distribution in rat brains...

"using high-affinity, radio-labelled cocaine analogues."

Rats in withdrawal, jonesing rats. They'll have to be exterminated.

Absolutely not. They have to be captured unharmed.

Steg, I can't have rodent junkies wandering the hallways, searching for crack.

The rats die, the study dies with them.

Now, that says it all, doesn't it? That says it all.

Hi, honey, I've got...

Nurse!

Sweetie? Honey?

Peter. It's okay, honey, I'm here.

And I remember thinking specifically, "This is not a dream."

That's what's so confusing. I can tell you what the scans will show.

Obsession, passion, eternal devotion to Lona.

Right now, I'm upset. I can hardly tell the difference between my life and dreams.

Elmer, life and dreams are pages from the same book.

Reading them in order is living. Skimming through them is dreaming.

Keep talking. I love you.

I love your thoughts.

But you are special.

As the late Mr. Rogers would undoubtedly say:

"When you dream, something inexplicable happens."

I don't understand it.

I've studied your EEGs, your scans.

I don't know what happened to us the other night.

How did we get to the morgue? I've got to try and find out.

Don't mention the morgue, please.

Wait, what is this thing called again?

Magnetoencephalography. MEG.

It's our dream camera.

Let's see what happens this time.

I'm crazy about you. If anything ever happened to you...

- How's your status epilepticus patient? - I don't want to jinx it...

but the seizures have stopped, the blood clot's gone, he's sitting up in bed.

He's exhibiting a very odd behaviour, though.

After the AVM repair, he wants to change his name.

- He wants to be called Paul, not Sol. - It's better than seizures, huh?

I guess.

I was once a blasphemer, a persecutor, a man filled with arrogance...

but because I did not know what I was doing...

I have been treated mercifully...

and the grace of our Lord has been granted me in overflowing measure.

Did you check the entire file to make sure there were no other copies?

There's something I want to show you...

or I should say Schwarzton has something he wants to show you.

He's got it all set up down in my kingdom.

There. Should we test it?

May as well see if she boots.

I can't deal with this. At least half my mind is somewhere else.

You're listening to 1,000 hertz at 70 decibels.

Sound is an energy, as you know...

so the fork that's tuned to 1,000 hertz, vibrates...

because the sound wave causes it to.

But, see, these other forks, they don't respond...

because they are tuned to a different frequency.

Infrasound happens at 20 hertz and below, but you can't hear it.

In fact, you feel it before you hear it.

But what I'm getting at your hospital is a new phenomenon.

It's like infrasound in that it's below the level of human hearing...

but... I can't find its source...

and it's very difficult to detect and capture.

But it affects some people?

Yes, sensitive people, like Elmer or your Mrs. Druse.

They're like tuning forks set to its frequency...

so the sound, or the harmonics, or whatever it is...

affects them. Whether they consciously hear it or not.

Is that making sense yet?

It makes a lot more sense than Elmer, that's for sure.

I have a present for you.

This is Stegman's death warrant. Payback is truly a bitch.

Where's Elmer? Did you say that Dr. Massingale was doing a test on him?

Wow.

Elmer, not again! Can't you think about anything else?

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

I had a literature professor who said it's all about sex and death, death and sex.

- 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.