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Shoulda' Stood in Bed.

Here they store what came before,

pain and suffering from days of yore.

Before and after, tears and laughter.

After comes before, before comes after.

Past and future, and then...

hereafter.

The naked and the dead, the young and the old,

their stories end here. Their tales untold here.

Sickness and death have left their pages...

written in blood for all the ages.

Someday, your story will be here, too.

Now bright gold leaves turn brown and sere. This is the turning of the year.

Now the days grow dim and low, next there comes the sleet and snow.

How long before the earth shakes hard enough to destroy the hospital?

Strong motion.

Very strong.

Unless... something stops it, or someone, it will happen tonight.

Much will happen first. For some, this will be a good day.

-How you feeling, Sol? -Fine. Like a million bucks.

Only it's Paul now. Paul Tarus.

I'm going to have it changed legally, as soon as I get out of here.

-When will that be? -We'll see.

Do you hear something?

Sounds like voices?

A very good day. For some.

Do me a favor and grab me a bottle of water from the fridge, would you, Elmer?

Anything else you might find in there is your business.

-Thanks, Hook. -One good turn deserves another.

The next time a practical joke occurs to you. Think twice, huh?

I've learned my lesson.

Believe me.

Tell Hook, the big one's coming, probably before midnight tonight.

Tell him if he's got any ideas, now would be a good time to trot them out.

Otherwise, I think a general evacuation is called for.

What have you got there?

Salvation.

Tell Hook!

-Here's your wa... water. -Thanks.

-What's Schwarzton going on about? -He says... the big one's coming.

Either stop it by midnight or get everyone out.

-As if anyone would believe me. -I've got to go, Hook. Thanks.

Mary, you're doing this, aren't you?

Disturbing the Swedenborgian flow, whatever that is.

Look, if you can't help it, how can you stop it?

How can we stop it?

-What are you doing here? -"Well, good morning to you too, doc."

37 left...

24 right...

36...

left... The approximate measurements of my beloved, if you'd like to know.

-"Big whoop." -And back to zero.

Tonight, I'll get rid of it for good.

Some will find what has been lost.

"Hey, buddy...

"Try 37 left, 24 right,

"36 left, then back to zero.

"Humans have very weird dimensions."

"You got it backwards, chum."

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

And some are still seeking.

The seizures are getting worse. If they don't stop, they gonna kill him.

Mrs. Rickman, there's hardly any reason for you to assume that...

Who's assuming? You think I can't read those machines by now?

There is something inside him trying to get out.

-Maybe if we take this stuff away... -Stop it. Stop it! Just...

Taking his drawing stuff just makes it worse. This is his link to us.

It's what's keeping him alive.

No, there's no way you can be sure about a thing like that, Mrs. Rickman.

He's my husband, Dr. Traff. I'm sure.

I didn't see anything.

How could I see anything?

I'm just the time girl.

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

The seance!

Mrs. Druse needs to see this right away.

I think Hook does as well.

Mary...

Where are you?

What's that noise?

Are those the voices of the lost?

Who's going to have a seance?

But why?

Mary?

Why?

Why?

Are these the voices of the children who died in the fire?

Or the patients who died...

from malpractice and intolerable cruelty?

Both?

Child...

What do you want me to do?

If I ring my bell tonight, it will be for the hundreds.

Then, darling...

don't ring it.

Who did this horrible thing to you? Who?

Why are you still screaming?

The pain is gone. It must be.

Shut up.

Shut up!

"Time's almost up."

Well...

I'm going to hold a seance this evening.

Possibly the most important one of my career.

No, mama.

Yes, mama.

I'll set up the chairs in the sunshine solarium this afternoon.

Well, this is going to be somewhere else.

-Where? -I don't know.

But it'll be in some kind of lab, and...

There's a machine there, like an MRI machine. Only this looks like...

a big, giant hair dryer.

That sounds like Dr. Massingale's dream-machine.

The M.E.G., she calls it. I don't know what that stands for.

Take me there right now.

I'm kind of... on duty.

-Otto! You were asleep. -Yeah, but...

Bobby will watch your screens for you. Show me that M.E.G. machine right now.

Some will have a good day. But others...

-some will have a bad day. -A no-good day.

A terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

-Driver, how long to the airport? -Less than half an hour, ma'am.

-"Hello?" -Hi, darling. I'm on my way.

Yeah. Now, remember, the flight is at... 9:35.

You won't forget, will you?

You should have come with me.

I've always wanted to get nasty in a limo.

I'll be on time. You can count on it, sugar-pumpkin.

-"Honey-love." -Baby-doll.

-My little love-dumpling. -Huggy-girl.

Huggy-boy!

Huggy hot hypothalamus. My...

"lusty lady of the limbic system."

My ardent... amygdala.

-What? -I'll be at gate 29.

I just have to get some papers off my desk, all right?

Peter wants to have a seance.

Believe it or not, I think that's a good idea...

Maybe even the only idea, and judging by this, the quicker, the better.

-Has Steg seen... -Oh, yeah!

Mr. Rickman. Peter. Can you wake up?

We need to know what you want us to do.

No...

don't touch me.

Leave me alone.

Will you come?

Yes.

I'll come.

I'm here...

I'm in Swedenborgian space.

I'm really here.

What do we do now?

They've gone some place, haven't they?

I'm sure there's some completely irrelevant medical explanation for this,

but basically, yeah.

I think they did.

Well, then, we wait for them to come back.

Dr. Stegman. This might not be so good for you.

This is Hook's doings.

It's character assassination. Gross libel.

Civil and criminal charges. I'll have him in jail!

Hello, my little honey-dumpling. Are you on your way?

"What is wrong with you?"

Can you not do one thing right? Are you completely incompetent?

Steg?

Is this a joke?

"Yeah, the joke's on me for believing you could take care of a simple report.

"You told me you got it. You said you got the only one."

Steg...

I gave that to you with my own hands.

-Hook, is this you? -Yes, maybe it is Hook. Maybe it is.

Has Hook ever had his hands on those twin dirigibles, breasts of yours?

Has he ever had his hands on that Holstein buttocks of yours?

Has he ever called you sugar-pumpkin?

-How can you be so mean? -"The anesthesiology report..."

is posted all over the hospital, with my picture on it.

!I'm ruined. It's your fault.

You're not coming to Salem with me, are you?

Well, I might meet you in hell, but Salem? Never!

You cow! You fat cow!

"You pelvis-equipped moving van!"

You're an idiot!

Will you be wanting a skycap, Dr. Abelson?

The man that I was supposed to be vacationing with...

just called me a fat cow.

So, I...

I don't think I will be needing a skycap. Thanks.

Or these.

-What? -Steg, Jesse James here.

How are you enjoying our fresh Morning Air?

I'm not. If this is about those damnable, libelous posters...

it was Hook's doing. He'll deny it, but...

Posters? The only posters I know about are the "Operation Morning Air" posters.

"We sent the last bunch back to the ad agency. Quite inappropriate."

So this isn't about the anesthesiology report?

No, I called about something else. Quite serious, I'm afraid.

What are you talking about? What could be more serious than libel?

I think we should talk about it in person... One keeper to another...

-One keeper to another? -I'm sure we can work something out.

-All right. I'll be right down. -"Good man."

Who are you? Where's the anteater?

I am the anteater.

How come you look like the bad kid, Paul?

That's Mary. She wants everyone to be good...

so when I'm human, I'm the Paul who doesn't scare her.

What is it, child?

The bad boy. The bad doctor...

-Go back! -This is your last warning, short-time.

Go back while you still can.

Last chance, short-timers.

I'd pay attention, if I were you.

He's quite the little savage, and I really can't control him.

Also, what happens in our Kingdom...

has consequences for your Kingdom, as I think you know by now.

Quit the talk!

Not bad, short-time. Now, how about the old broad?

-Had enough? -Yes. Enough of you.

Who are you?

"You do me a solid, I do you a solid.

"That's how it works."

You know what you have to do.

Stop Mary from channeling the black voices.

Put her to rest.

-I can't help it. It just happens. -I know, Mary. I know. It's okay.

So why are dogboy and the mad doctor trying to stop us?

If you succeed, they'll be erased.

-I don't understand. -You don't need to.

You only need to go with the flow. You're the only one who can do it, Peter

It's why I brought you here. And remember...

You do me a solid, I do you a solid.

How bad is this earthquake going to be?

Bad...

But the earthquake isn't the only thing.

Look.

Bobby!

Bobby!

These are still only things that might be...

but time is short. You need Elmer, Abel, and Christa.

But mostly, Peter...

it's up to you.

-I don't understand any of this. -Keep following the yellow brick road...

and maybe you'll walk out of here on your own two feet.

Oh, dear.

Oh, that terrible Dr. Stegman...

He's going to...

-He's going to kill my son. -What do you mean?

-Look, Brenda, if this is you... -Myron Overdick here, Dr. Stegman.

I'm here with Mack Saplinger and Fred Beadle

of the State of Maine board of licensure in Medicine.

-Good day, Dr. Stegman. -"The board of licensure..."

"I'm afraid we've a situation here, Doctor.

"Copies of a certain report have been circulated."

That's libel, fiction,...

a damnable hoax perpetrated by our young Dr. Hook, who...

"I assure you that this so-called report is a complete forgery."

That may be, but a copy of the report has found its way

into the hands of Mr. and Mrs. Klingerman.

Well, you think that our Hook would neglect them, would you?

Unfortunately for us, it's also found its way into the hands of...

Dr. Stephen Dooling, currently at the University of Toronto Hospital.

"Apparently, faxes have been humming all over the northeast today."

-Who, may I ask, is Stephen Dooling? -Didn't he work here?

"Let me refresh your memory Dr. Stegman. Stephen Dooling is an anesthesiologist."

He was your anesthesiologist when you operated on Mona Klingerman.

He confirms that this is his report.

It's lies. Can't you see that?

I mean, this is a conspiracy of liars.

Dr. Stegman, I think it would be better at this point, if you didn't say more.

We also have an internationally renowned neurosurgeon,

"Les Hellbusch, who has reviewed the Klingerman file..."

And Hook, the head liar, head puppeteer...

"did you know he hired a band of thugs to dismember my car?"

You will have a chance to tell your side at the board hearing.

In the meantime, I really must caution you...

-Hearing? Lunacy! What? When? -Next month.

Until then, you are suspended.

"Your medical and surgical privileges have been temporarily revoked."

Revoke me?

Provoke me.

"We'll want you to come in, if possible, this afternoon, to make a statement."

That's our first step in putting together your side of things.

I'll just tell him you're here.

Dr. Abelson, what should I do with your luggage?

Page Dr. Stegman. When he arrives, bend him over the hood of your car,

and stick it up his fat butt, piece by piece!

Steg, I've done everything I can.

-You being a keeper and all... -Will you stop blathering?

If this isn't about the anesthesiology report, what are you talking about?

This!

You, god!

"New England, Journal of Neuroscience. Dear Dr. Stegman, we regret...

"that we will not be able to use your article,

"dopamine re-uptake site distribution on rat brains after all.

"Serious charges of plagiarism have been brought against you by...

"Dr. Hook and Dr. Draper of Kingdom Hospital."

What do you think about this one?

I like it, but perhaps it's too abstruse. What do you think?

What do you think of this?

Strange man.

Strange man.

Ten!

Eleven!

Twelve!

Thirteen!

Fourteen!

Fifteen.

Okay.

Hello, sixteen.

I'll get you for this,Hook, you and your minions, if it's the last thing I do.

Hi, Brick. Can you spell evacuation?

Can you spell 30 patients in I.C.U. alone? What have you got here?

-Standard-issue heart attack. -Okay, get her in the back.

Don't worry, Mr. Tarus, we get these all the time.

It's not the shaking that worries me. It's the voices.

-Do you hear them? -I hear a faint hum.

They're voices. But don't worry. God will take care of us.

Or...

Or?

Or he won't.

Four hours.

Four hours...

maybe less.

Time to vacate.

It's time to vacate!

Vacate!

I've had enough of sleep studies and lucid dreaming for a lifetime, Hook.

I don't want to do this...

-and you can't make me. -I know. I'm asking as a favor.

-A lot could depend on it. -Please, Elmer...

Your father's agreed to help by administering a low dose of oneirine.

It's an experimental psychoactive drug supposed to increase telepathic powers.

There's actually some literature out there to suggest this stuff works.

Elmer... the big one is coming. People are going to die.

Together, we can stop it.

Maybe.

What am I supposed to do? Dream it away?

"Peter, wake up...

"it's time.

"Look, Peter.

"See, Peter.

"Look, Peter.

"See it very well."

I am looking.

What's the big deal?

Honey? Are you all right?

What... in the hell?

-What's he doing here? -I don't know exactly, but he's wanted.

-Not by me, he isn't. -Hook's orders. And...

-and Dr. Draper's. -That's ridiculous! This is my lab.

I got a note from Dr. Traff, too.

Doctor Massingale... I'm Sally Druse. We have met before...

Yes.

And I believe that I can explain.

Filthy hospital in a filthy, ignorant town...

They don't deserve me.

I'm finished.

If you're finished, then why not finish it? Then they'll be sorry.

Then they'll be sorry...

All of them.

What have you got to live for, anyway?

What have I got to live for, anyway?

My gun. My gun!

My gun!

Steg?

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm fine. I was, uh... I was thinking.

I have some rather bad news for you, old fellow.

Oh, you do indeed?

Someone has committed an act of vandalism, in the animal lab.

One of the interns just discovered it.

I'm afraid your rats...

-My rats? What about my rats? -It looks like someone...

shot them.

All of them?

No!

What about Abel and Christa? Don't we need them?

Well, Otto said he'd find them.

Now...

I'll tell you... about a fire,

and about a terrible experiment on an innocent girl,

and I'll tell you what the girl couldn't tell us herself.

All that work!

Why should I give them the satisfaction?

I should leave this... hospital and this wretched state...

Go back to civilization.

I'll fight them from there.

You hear the black voices...

that will soon tear this hospital apart.

Either consciously, or...

subconsciously...

You hear them.

I tell you that such voices are in all hospitals, but here there are more,

and here, they are uniquely dangerous...

Because so many have died here.

-Even before this hospital was built. -The mill fire.

Not just the mill fire...

And I'll tell you why....

Mary must be laid to rest...

and I'll tell you how...

-we must save her. -We can't do both, Mrs. D.

Oh, Dr. Hook, we can...

and we must.

Because, if we do not...

Every single person here will die.

Bobby, you go and help Otto find Abel and Christa.

And...

Bobby, will you please turn off the lights for us?

Excuse me.

Bear with me.

For your lives...

and the lives of everyone here...

please listen to me.

Hi, Abel. Hi, Christa.

-I'm supposed to take you... -To the sleep lab.

The old lady wants us.

How did you know that?

-A dream. -A trip.

Take us.

No...

No!

You walked right by them, Steggie...

The two feeble-mindeds in the E.R. Didn't you see?

The uniforms.

Pink uniforms.

And who told them to do it?

Hook!

Of course.

Who else?

They're all together, Steggie...

The whole freakin' bunch of them. And you...

You got the gun.

Why not end this once and for all?

Why not end this once and for all?

(Stephen King): our time at Kingdom Hospital is almost at an end.

Some will live... Some will die.

Will you join us for one more visit?

Adaptation : Lama Thanks to Raceman & Travis. (forom.com)