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Morning.

Ugh. Oh.

Good morning. Good morning.

I have just been for a run and I feel wonderful.

Please, Father Prestwick, not so loud.

I didn't get much sleep last night.

Well, I'm sorry, Father.

Am I too late for breakfast?

There is something about a run in the brisk air that inspires the appetite.

Oh, are you taking a trip?

No, not exactly.

Actually, Sister Stephanie is driving me to the hospital.

The hos...

- What is it, Frank? What's wrong? - Well, it's nothing serious,

but I just really would rather not talk about it.

Well, Frank, this is so sudden.

Okay, the car's out in front. Let me have your bag.

Oh, for heaven's sake, Steve, I'm not an invalid.

- You leaving already, Father? - Afraid so, Marie.

Oh, now, you just keep smiling. I'm gonna light a candle for you.

Well, that's very nice of you, Marie.

- Don't worry, you're gonna be fine. - God willing.

Sister Stephanie, what's wrong with Frank?

Is it serious? He isn't...? But you never know.

Phil, it's congenital.

They have to operate right away.

- Pray for him. - Oh, I will.

- It's not contagious, is it? - No.

You got a loose filling, Father?

Well, actually I've been having these peculiar aches lately, Marie.

We can't take anything for granted.

One day a man is like an oak in the prime of his life,

and the next, the woodsman's ax.

Uh-huh.

So I'll see you tomorrow.

And don't worry, everything's gonna be fine.

Hmm.

Father Dowling? Ah.

In you get.

This is my first time under the knife.

Is this wheelchair absolutely necessary? I can walk.

Hospital rules, I'm afraid.

Our administrator, Dr. Dixon says

that once a patient is admitted to Ellison Memorial,

his health and safety must be our constant concern.

Well, I doubt I'm gonna break my leg just walking down the hall.

Really?

Father, have you any idea

of the statistics of accidental injury in a modern hospital?

No.

No, I thought not.

Dr. Nordstrom to nurses' station, please.

Off we go.

Dr. Nordstrom to nurses' station, please.

Who are they?

Bodyguards for Mr. Bell, I believe.

Eddie Bell, the crime boss?

What's he doing here?

This is a hospital, Father.

I would imagine he's ill.

Oh, it's all right. Thank you.

Suitcase in here.

Put on your gown and try not to dawdle.

The doctor has you scheduled for surgery in less than an hour.

I can hardly wait.

Not much hope of keeping your dignity in that, Father.

I wonder if they don't do it on purpose.

Yeah, I know what you mean.

Nobody's gonna break out of here in one of these.

Yeah.

What are you in for, Father?

Oh, I'd rather not talk about it.

I understand.

I didn't mean to pry.

Frankie Dowling?

I'm Father Dowling.

Gee, I'm sorry, Father.

I guess somebody made a mistake.

Usually, the hospital only gives these to...

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry. It's the thought that counts.

We like to think so.

Gee, nobody gave me a teddy bear.

Must have thought I was a child.

Yep. Why is that?

Well, the thing is, I'm having my tonsils out.

Ha, ha, you're kidding!

No, I wish I were. Heh, heh.

So, what ails you?

Oh, boy, Father.

What doesn't?

Hm.

Oh, Father Dowling, you haven't put on your gown.

- Do you want me to help? - No, no, no.

It's all right. I can manage. I'll be just fine.

Do try to set a better example for the other patients, Father.

I can see now how they once ruled an empire.

Hello, Father. Beddy-byes.

Are we feeling better?

I don't know about you, but I'm not.

Stiff upper lip, Father.

Here.

- What's that? - Sleeping pill, painkiller.

I don't really need it.

Dr. Riley's orders.

We don't want to be up all night, do we?

Nurse Androvsky, Pediatrics.

Nurse Androvsky, Pediatrics.

There you are.

Nighty-night.

Father?

I'm not a Catholic, but I sure would appreciate it

if you could, you know, give me your blessing.

It'll have to be a short one.

Father, we ask for your blessing for this man, and his speedy recovery.

In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Thank you, Father.

I think you're in the wrong room.

How you doing?

Fine.

Hm.

Hey, Rip Van Winkle.

Steve.

You ready to pack up?

Frank, you okay?

Steve, call the nurse.

Why?

I have to report a murder.

Father, I'm afraid your dream may have been drug-induced.

It wasn't a dream.

What dosage did Dr. Riley prescribe?

200 milligrams of phenobarbital and 40 milligrams of codeine.

Well, it's not unusual for that combination

to produce bizarre dreams in a susceptible patient, Father.

I saw what I saw.

The man that was in that bed was deliberately murdered.

By an air bubble injected into a vein.

Sounds like something you'd get from this magazine, Father.

I understand you consider yourself to be something of a amateur detective.

That's not the point.

That's precisely the point.

Heavy medication, an overactive imagination.

I'm telling you that the man that was in that bed is dead.

On that we both agree.

According to our records, though,

the poor man expired from complications following surgery.

- It's all in the chart. - May I see that?

Medical records are confidential, Father.

Doctor, I am not crazy and I was not dreaming.

The man that was in that bed last night was murdered.

- Frank, maybe we... - Dr. Dixon,

I'm sure that this is a fine hospital,

that you're a fine hospital administrator,

but if you won't investigate this, the police will.

Father, I hope you're not seriously considering anything that irresponsible.

Any accusation, no matter how unfounded,

could damage this hospital's reputation.

You can't turn your back on this.

I consider this matter closed.

Well, I don't.

Frank, really, just don't get excited.

Father, I'm gonna ask Dr. Riley to expedite your release,

and if you have a notion to play armchair sleuth with my staff,

you're gonna find them quite uncooperative.

I'll see to that.

Of all the arrogant, close-minded people.

You know, Frank, you were pretty zonked out when I got here.

Steve, not you too.

Well, you probably did see something, Frank,

but maybe what you saw isn't what you thought you saw.

I saw a man murdered.

Now, if you don't believe me, and nobody else does,

I'm just gonna have to prove it myself.

FEMALE VOICE: Dr. Rasa to OR 4.

Frank, wait up. What are you gonna do?

I'm gonna prove that the man that was in that room was murdered,

and that whoever did it was wearing a heavy gold bracelet on his wrist.

Great, but you don't even know the name of the guy who got killed.

Well, that's the first thing I intend to find out.

Okay.

I'm with you all the way on this, Frank.

Where you go, I go.

Sister Stephanie, are you trying to humor me?

Come on, Frank, you think I'd tag along

- just to keep you out of trouble? - Yes.

Right. As long as I'm doing it, can I help?

Thank you.

Nurse Ramirez to east wing 4.

Nurse Ramirez to east wing 4.

Eddie Bell's bodyguards.

- No kidding? - Yeah.

One of them was in my room last night.

I wonder...

Uh, good morning.

Could you give me the name of the patient that died

in Room 506 last night?

Father Dowling.

Dr. Dixon was most explicit.

You are not to invade the privacy of the patients

or to disturb the work of the staff.

No one, repeat, no one is to discuss the deceased patient in 506

with Father Dowling, or with anyone else

without strict authorization from Dr. Dixon.

Is that understood?

We're not gonna find anything out as long as that iron maiden is around.

Steve?

Dr. Riley wants to check me out before he signs my release,

and as long as you're humoring me...

I'll keep myself busy.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Ah. Ah.

Well, it's looking pretty good down there, Father.

I think I can safely discharge you.

Doctor, what time do you have?

It's, uh, ten to 11.

I think it's time for you to go home.

You know, I heard about your little midnight murder.

Well, you know, a hospital's kind of like a small town, Father.

Rumors fly, everyone knows everything about everyone.

The word's out about you.

From Dr. Dixon, I'm sure.

Heh. Dixon.

Dean Dixon has two goals in life:

Raising funds and protecting this hospital's public image.

You don't sound too fond of him yourself.

Well, I think it's fine to treat the wealthy,

but some of the staff and I would also like

to reserve some beds for the homeless, the indigent.

You know, we're willing to contribute our time and services to the program.

We had to practically threaten a strike to get Dixon's support.

Dr. Riley, the man that shared this room with me,

he had holes in his shoes,

worn through from walking on pavement.

His skin was sunburned, cracked, rough,

and he was badly malnourished.

Now, I'm sure he'd been sleeping outdoors for months, maybe years.

Obviously indigent.

I wouldn't know about that, Father. He wasn't my patient.

Then whose was he?

Dr. Boxwell's, chief of Medicine.

That man was murdered.

I don't know why or by whom, but I know it happened,

and if I could just prove it with an autopsy.

Oh, Father, I can't interfere with another doctor's case.

Especially with Dixon on the ward.

I'm afraid it's out of my hands.

By the way,

does Dr. Dixon have a heavy gold bracelet?

I don't know. Why?

The killer wore one on his left wrist.

You better go home and get some rest.

It's gonna be tough, Sister.

You know, we get maybe half a dozen bodies in here a night.

Mostly after 3 a.m.

Did you know more people die at 3 a.m.

than any other time, day or night? Absolutely true.

Of course, usually we don't file them under room numbers.

Excuse me, will you hold this? Thanks.

Are you sure you don't know the dead guy's name?

No. We think there's a chance

he's related to a parishioner or something.

Well, we don't file them by religion, either.

Uh... Yeah, you really should have checked with the office upstairs.

They were busy. Look, can I put this down or something?

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.

Baker, where's the clearance on the Newton file?

It never rains.

Excuse me a minute, Sister.

What a day.

You know, this Newton must be some kind of popular guy.

How so?

I got a nun asking questions about him in here.

Oh, great, there goes my chicken noodle soup.

Here's the guy. Newton, A.

- Ready? - Up, up.

What's that mean, a nun asking about Newton?

That means trouble, is what. Sounds like the boss was right.

Priest is sticking his nose in.

Yeah, well, stick it in far enough, he'll get what Newton got.

Yo, guys, have a little respect.

Hey, watch it, huh?

Excuse me.

Dr. Shimakawa, Room 215.

- Dr. Shimakawa, Room 215. - Pardon me, do you have the time?

- Make it 11:30. - Thank you.

Excuse me, do you have the time?

You just asked him the time. How come you're asking me?

Well, I'm after the average time.

Oh, all right, 11:34.

Excellent. Good.

I'll make mine 11:32.

Frank, come here.

You were right.

Your roommate Anthony Newton was murdered.

How did you find out his name?

Well, I had his file in my hand,

and these guys from the mortuary came in and I had to leave it.

Now, Frank, listen, these mortuary guys,

they know you're asking questions about how Newton died.

And the way they're talking, if you keep asking questions,

they're gonna do to you what they did to him.

- Hello. - Oh, hi, Father.

- Feeling better? - Much.

Could you tell us where we might find Dr. Boxwell?

Gee, I think he's in conference, but his office is right over there.

Maybe his receptionist can help you.

Thank you.

Who's Dr. Boxwell?

Chief of Medicine here at the hospital,

and Anthony Newton's admitting physician.

Come in.

- Good morning. - Morning.

I'm Father Dowling from St. Michael's Church,

and this is Sister Stephanie.

I was Anthony Newton's roommate.

The man who passed away last night.

Yes, we were wondering if there was going to be a service I might attend.

Yes, Father Dowling.

- Dr. Dixon said you might come by. - Hmm.

And Dr. Dixon also said that I hallucinated the murder,

and that for the sake of this hospital's reputation,

you shouldn't answer any questions that I might ask, right?

That's right.

Anything else I can do?

Thank you, never mind.

Aha! Father Dowling, I presume.

See, I'm somewhat of an amateur detective myself.

Carl Boxwell, chief of Medicine.

Frank Dowling, and this is Sister Stephanie.

Good deduction, doctor.

Observation, Father.

The Roman collar was a dead giveaway.

We're trying to find out about Mr. Newton's funeral service.

Oh, I doubt there'll be one. I don't think he had any family.

He was part of our indigent program.

Well, what about the mortuary? Do you know where he was taken?

Camie, let me see his file.

- Dr. Dixon said... - Give me the file.

No, no mention of a mortuary, and as I said, no next of kin.

I'm sorry I can't help you, Father.

Well, thanks all the same.

He wasn't wearing a bracelet.

Well, I wouldn't rule him out, either.

For someone who went to all that trouble

to appear to be cooperative, he really didn't tell us anything.

Frank, remember those guys from the mortuary?

They've been talking about a boss.

Do you think they meant Boxwell?

I think maybe we better find that mortuary.

Yeah, High Vista View Mortuary?

Yeah, I'm calling to see if you have a Mr. Anthony Newton.

Newton. N-E-W...

You don't?

Are you sure?

Yeah, I guess you would know, wouldn't you?

All right, thanks.

Got any more, Frank?

No, that's the last mortuary in the Chicago area.

And not one of them has heard of Anthony Newton.

You know, I really hate to say this, Frank,

but I think that we have hit a dead end.

Father Prestwick?

Oh, Father Dowling, you're back.

Phil, good heavens, what's wrong?

Yeah, you look awful.

Oh. I feel awful. I didn't sleep a wink last night.

My throat is sore.

I think my tongue is swelling.

- Well, are you sick? - Frank, I wish I knew.

Did you go see a doctor?

We haven't got the results of the tests back yet.

It's gonna turn out to be nothing, Phil.

When you went into the hospital, he began imagining he was sick.

Marie, you make me sound like a hypochondriac.

You have no idea how many potentially fatal diseases

begin with symptoms like stiff neck and congested nose.

- Yeah, like a cold. - Or an allergy.

Well, I'm trying to think positively.

- By the way, are you all right? - Fine.

Oh, Frank, I'm so relieved to hear that. At least one of us is all right.

When I was a little girl, and I was really sick,

my mother used to give me a big dose of castor oil.

Apple pie, Marie, apple pie, if you have any left.

- In the kitchen. - Oh, thank you.

- Steve. - Yeah.

Three doctors not only had knowledge of the victim,

but they also had access to him.

My Dr. Riley, his Dr. Boxwell, and the ubiquitous Dr. Dixon.

Frank, maybe we're missing the obvious here.

- How so? - Well, what about Big Eddie Bell?

What if Newton wasn't an indigent?

What if he had something to do with Bell?

Well, now, what makes you think that?

Didn't you say one of Bell's bodyguards was in your room last night?

Yes, but I checked, and neither he or the other bodyguard had bracelets.

Yeah, but maybe Bell himself was the killer.

Oh, Steve, I don't think Tony Newton was mob connected.

I think I'm gonna check out some of the homeless shelters in the area.

Somebody somewhere must have known him.

How about giving me a ride?

Um, can Phil take you?

And just what are you gonna be doing?

Well, I thought I'd make some hospital rounds.

Steve.

You don't think I'd do something stupid

like check out Big Eddie Bell by myself, do you?

It did cross my mind.

Oh, my, look at the time. I'm late. See you.

Phil.

Oh, feeling better?

Meds.

Mr. Bell?

Yeah.

What?

You're Eddie Bell?

Junior. Who are you?

Steve Oskowski.

Steve?

What kind of a dumb name is Steve for a girl?

It's my dumb name.

So why aren't you in the Pediatrics ward, Eddie?

Same reason I got Chip and Leo playing my bodyguards outside.

My dad's afraid someone's gonna come after me.

I've heard of your dad.

Yeah, well, he's having a little business problem with some people.

He's afraid they'll take it out on me.

Hmm.

So, what are you in for, Eddie?

You having some kind of surgery or something?

Oh, they're gonna fix a valve in my heart.

Man, that must be pretty scary, huh?

I'm not scared.

Come on, anybody would be scared. I'll bet your dad's scared.

He doesn't want anything to happen to you.

Nothing scares my dad.

Well, I'm sure your operation does.

He must love you a lot, you know.

That's why he's got those two bodyguards outside your door

to show how much he loves you.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Yeah, I'm right.

So listen, I've gotta go,

but you take care of yourself, all right, Eddie?

Steve?

You too.

Excuse me.

- Do you know that nurse? - Why?

She doesn't look like any nurse on this floor.

Leo, check the kid. Hey, you, stop!

Hey, is there another nurse in there?

Where do you think you're going?

Come on, we've gotta scrub up.

Come on, we've only got a few minutes.

The killer was wearing a heavy gold bracelet,

and so far that's the only clue I've got.

I don't understand. Why would anybody go

to so much trouble to kill a homeless man?

Well, that's what I'd like to know, Phil.

But first, we've got to try and find someone

at one of these missions who knew Tony Newman.

Frank, we've been to three of these missions already.

I'm just not sure how long I can go on.

These places are teeming with germs.

Here you go. Good luck.

Newton? Sure I knew Tony,

but he doesn't come around here anymore.

I was hoping he got a job. You know, landed on his feet.

Well, unfortunately, that's not where he landed.

He died last night.

Tony? Sorry to hear that. He was such a good man.

Father Garcia, do you know of any reason

why someone would want to kill him?

Are you kidding?

Well, did he ever get into a serious fight,

or rub somebody the wrong way?

No, no, no, Tony was the quiet type.

He kept to himself.

He was always ready to lend a hand with the work around here.

Why would anyone want to kill a guy like Tony?

I wish I knew.

Father Prestwick?

Phil?

Home?

Home.

Honestly, give one of these guys a stethoscope,

he thinks he's God's gift to women.

You're new. You'll find out.

Well, some of these doctors seem pretty nice.

What about Dr. Boxwell?

Boxwell? He's the worst.

Oh, come on, really?

Don't let him back you into a linen closet.

You know, I was thinking about this homeless program that you have here.

Dr. Riley's pet charity.

What, you don't like him either?

I'd like him a lot better if he didn't act like he was up for sainthood.

Especially since he is the biggest moneygrubber around.

Any of these guys you do like?

Dr. Dixon. At least he's never made a pass at me.

So this guy Anthony Newton who died, what mortuary did he go to anyway?

I wanna send flowers.

Where they all go, honey. Shady Acres.

Hello, girls.

Here comes Boxwell.

Watch his hands.

Hey, don't overdo it.

Shady Acres. That's one of the ones we called this morning, Frank.

Obviously, when they said they never heard of Tony Newton, they were lying.

Marie?

I can't remember.

How much of this am I supposed to take?

Two teaspoons every four hours, and that's a tablespoon.

Oh, has it been four hours since lunch?

Phil, it's not quite 2.

Are you sure it isn't four teaspoons every two hours?

How much of that cold medicine did you take?

Not enough.

I'll just go lie down.

Hello, Shady Acres? MAN: Yeah.

Could I talk to your funeral director, please?

He's over at the chapel. They're having a service right now.

Oh, well, how long will he be busy?

A couple hours, I guess.

At least till they get back from the cemetery.

Is there anyone there that I could talk to about a funeral?

Lady, I'd like to help you, but I'm just a driver.

Me and my partner are the only ones here right now,

and we just handle pickups.

Okay, well, thanks very much.

Frank, that's one of the guys that I heard at the hospital morgue.

I recognize his voice.

If we could only get them out of there for a little while.

What? Why are you looking at me?

Shady Acres Mortuary.

Oh, yes, hello.

I have a body that needs to be picked up right away.

Where?

St. Michael's Rectory.

Yeah, that's right.

Okay. How soon?

Fine. That's just fine.

Oh, my, I don't do this kind of thing very well.

No, you were great, Marie.

Come on, Steve, we've got about an hour to check out that mortuary.

Thank you, Marie, you were wonderful.

I was pretty good, wasn't I?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

The door's open. Are you sure this is the place?

Yeah, they said St. Michael's Rectory.

Hello?

Never mind. Here he is.

Some homeless guy must have crawled in here and died.

You figure it's okay to touch him? What if he's, like, contagious?

Grow up.

- Okay, ready? - Up.

"Serca Ydash." "Serca Ydash." "Serca Ydash."

Shady Acres.

Oh, Shady Acres.

Shady Acres!

Ah! You're the mortuary drivers?

- You're dead. - Oh, dead? No.

Agh, don't kill me. I don't know anything about the Newton murder.

I really... I don't.

Frank, is that...?

Anthony Newton.

Rest in peace, my son.

- Steve? - Yeah.

Isn't this a pretty expensive coffin for an indigent?

Yeah, it is.

Here we go. "Newall, Newman, Newton."

It's very odd.

You'd think a mortuary would use the cheapest casket they had

for a charity case.

Frank, you said that Tony Newton was Dr. Boxwell's patient, right?

- That's right. - Wrong, look at this.

It says that he was released from Ellison Memorial

by Dr. Brent Riley.

Riley? My Dr. Riley?

Well, according to this, Tony died of an acute hematoma

following surgery to remove a subdural cerebral cyst.

Don't they shave your head for a brain operation, Frank?

It also says that he was born in Kentucky,

but his body is being shipped to New York.

Dr. Riley.

Dr. Riley.

- Dr. Riley. - What?

Steve, every one of these files has Riley's name

as the releasing physician from Ellison Memorial.

Here, let's see what else they've got in common.

It says "no next of kin."

No next of kin. No next of kin.

They're all part of the hospital's indigent patient program.

Frank, just because they're indigent doesn't mean they don't have families.

These people don't have anybody.

Yeah, well, that's not all.

Every one of these bodies is being shipped

to either Miami, New York or L.A.

What is going on here?

Then they knocked me over the head once they realized I was on to them,

and then they...

And then they brought me here.

Why did they bring me here?

Ow, ow. Ow!

It's a cover.

That's it.

Father Prestwick, your admitting papers say

that neighbors brought you here after you fell off a ladder.

No, no, no.

You don't understand. It's about the Newton murder.

The two drivers from the mortuary, they're part of it.

They're working for the killer. The guy with the gold link bracelet.

Well, whatever happened, Father,

I'm afraid you are suffering from a concussion.

Now, there may be fluid seeping into your brain.

This will help reduce the clotting.

Fluid?

Clotting?

Dear Lord, on top of everything else?

Doctor, what are the symptoms for brucellosis?

There you are, doctor.

I knew you'd want this as soon as it arrived.

The jeweler did a lovely job. The clasp works perfectly.

Oh, Eunice, that was very careless.

See, Father Prestwick here has some rather, well, unpleasant associations

with my bracelet.

Your bracelet?

Dr. Riley, you?

- What do we do now? - Not a thing.

I'm going to the police.

- What did you give me? - My favorite sedative.

Oh...

Call OR. Schedule emergency surgery for Father Prestwick.

Steve, this casket is used to transport something besides a body.

That's why it's got such a fancy lining.

- Hey, Frank? - Hmm?

This part is stitched with a different color thread.

Wonder what they use this for?

I don't wanna know.

I was wrong. You can take it with you.

Where did all this money come from?

It's gotta be drug money, Frank. I mean, they only deal in cash.

They have hundreds of thousands of dollars they've gotta launder somehow.

So if a drug dealer needed a new way to ship his cash to large cities,

he might think of killing indigents with no family ties.

Nobody to come asking for him.

They could ship the bodies anywhere.

Yeah, and caskets stuffed with cash.

We cracked it, Frank.

Hey.

I still say we should have left that guy at the church.

I mean, who'd believe a scruffy bum like that?

He knew too much. He knew about Newton. He knew about us.

It was still chancy taking him to the hospital.

Riley will handle it. After he's done,

we're only bringing the guy right back here in a couple of hours.

Hey, come on, open up!

Open up!

Patient being prepped, Dr. Riley.

Dr. Riley's gonna operate, where?

- Dr. Dixon left strict orders... - I know where he is.

Dr. Dixon.

Don't!

- Get them out of here. - No!

- They're gonna kill him. - No, they're not, Sister.

Dr. Dixon, Riley, he killed Anthony Newton,

and now he's about to kill Father Prestwick.

- Yes, I know. - This is ridiculous.

You have no right to be in here.

Dr. Riley, get away from that table.

Guard, take Nurse Eunice and Dr. Riley to my office

until the police arrive. - Yes, sir.

Start bringing him out.

- I wanna talk to my lawyer. - I'm sure you do.

- You knew. - Yes, thanks to you.

I started examining the paperwork for Dr. Riley's indigent patient program.

He'd been signing out indigents with no next of kin to Shady Acres,

in direct countermand to the orders of the physicians of record.

Frank, he's awake.

Did I make it?

Yes, you made it.

Oh, thank God.

Mm.

It's a lesson we all have to learn, Father.

Life is precious.

You never know when the good Lord is gonna call us home.

That is why we must live each moment to the fullest.

And eat each meal as if it's our last?

What? Oh.

Sorry, Sister.

You have no idea how bland hospital food can be.

Well, I think that's what I missed the most, Marie.

Your home cooking.

Why, thank you, Father.

I hope you'll feel better soon.

Well, as I said, Marie,

- life... - Is precious.

Yes, we know that, Phil.

You know, I still don't understand how you fell off that operating table.

Sister Stephanie, are you aware of the statistics

for accidental injury in modern hospitals?

Oh, we certainly are.