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Thank you.

Is the hamburger all right, son?

Yeah, Pa. It's a pretty good hamburger.

Pa?

Hmm?

I'm sorry I let you down.

What do you mean, Jamie?

Weren't you sore about my losing the
ball game?

Jamie, listen.

I mean, you could never let me down by
losing a ball game.

I kind of wish now that you hadn't come
at all.

Must have been pretty lousy sitting up
in those stands, watching your one and

only son miss a ground ball that brings
him two runs.

Those things happen.

I wish they'd start happening to
somebody else.

Jamie, listen.

You played as well as you know how,
didn't you?

I sure did.

All right, then. It doesn't matter who
wins or who loses.

That business about not caring whether
you win or lose.

Must be something that happens when you
get real old. Around 30 someplace.

Why do you say that?

Because I can't see that happening to me
for a long, long time.

Mind if I ask you another question?

Fire away.

If you don't want to answer, you don't
have to.

What is it, son?

Well, I'm still trying to figure out
what I did today that's got you so

I cleaned my room real good and even
took a bath.

I know. The dirty bath towel was on the
bathroom floor to prove it. I'm sorry.

I guess I just forgot.

Is that why you've acted so funny?

Has it been that bad, Jamie?

Well, yeah, Pa.

I don't want to be smart or like you or
anything, but you've been behaving like

a zombie all day.

And you thought you'd done something,
huh?

What else would I think?

Unless it's your job.

You're not getting canned, are you?

No, Susan.

Well, that's a relief.

What is it then, Pa?

It's your mother, Jamie.

Today would have been our 14th wedding
anniversary.

I guess I just feel... I remember so
many things.

It's hard to believe she isn't here
anymore.

I'm sorry, Pop.

Don't you miss your mother, son?

Sure I do.

I remember I cried a lot.

And I think part of the reason for that
was that you were crying.

You don't feel like crying now, do you,
Pop?

I loved your mother very much, Jamie.

Someday you'll understand what that
means.

Right now I don't like girls very much,
Pop.

So I don't know when that'll happen to
me.

Maybe never.

I sure can't imagine what it'd be like
when you finally found the one you

to be with.

You know, I'm very proud of you, son.

Jamie? James?

You all right, sir?

You feel strong enough just to give me a
few details? Your name, your address?

Officer. Yes, sir.

He was driving the car, and he's in no
shape to answer any questions.

You see, he's terribly worried about his
boy. It's an only child.

And his wife died a few years ago, and
they've been really very close ever

since. I don't suppose you got a chance
to see the other car?

Well, no. We all heard the crash. My
wife came out, but it was really too

to see anything.

That's the way it always is with these
hit -and -run cases.

But thank you anyway.

They ought to be here any minute now.

Couldn't I bring you out a cup of coffee
or maybe a little whiskey?

Better leave him alone, Mary.

But I want to do something to help him,
Paul.

There's not much you can do now.

Jamie?

How's my father?

Oh, he's all right.

How do you feel, Jamie?

Wish everybody wouldn't ask me that, Mr.
Adams.

Truth is I don't feel so good. Oh, where
does it hurt? It's my arm.

I can't seem to feel anything past the
elbow Okay, just don't you worry

Steady, boy.

Please be careful. He says there's
something wrong with his arm.

Okay, mister.

Now, we've done this many, many times,
so there's really no need to worry.

Hiya, little leaguer.

This arm.

Take a nice ambulance ride with the
siren block.

It's getting cold, Mary.

Let's go inside.

Good evening, Doctor.

Good evening. I was just about to give
our little patient his sedative. Oh,

do it, Miss Johnson. Thank you.

Little?

I'm going on 13 years old.

I'll tell you a secret about Miss
Johnson.

If she saw the Rocky Mountains, I bet
she'd say they were the cutest little

mountains she'd ever seen.

Jamie Carroll, isn't it?

That's right. I'm Dr. Kildare.

Hi.

Hope you don't mind the lift.

Not at all.

Sir, how's my father?

We gave him a shot so he can get some
sleep. He'll be fine.

How are you feeling, Jamie?

Seems like a surprise question tonight.

If I was feeling good enough to play
nine innings, I wouldn't exactly be

here, would I?

You've got a point there.

Dr. Kildare?

There's one thing I gotta know.

What's that?

I wanna know whether I'm gonna die or
not.

Of course you're not gonna die, Jamie.

Where'd you ever get an idea like that?

It's pretty important that I know.

Because if I'm not, I think my father
should know right away.

If I am gonna die, I'd like to talk to
my dad and sort of prepare him for it.

Well, you're not gonna die. All you've
got's a broken arm.

Like if I fell out of a tree or
something?

Exactly like that.

In the morning, we'll get you out of
that contraption.

Set the bone, put you in a cast, and off
you go.

Okay, I believe you.

You don't look like the kind of guy
that'd snow anybody.

How about taking this?

What is it?

It's a sedative. Puts you to sleep.

Like for how long?

For keeps?

I thought you said you trusted me.

I do. I'm just checking.

I just want you to get a good night's
sleep.

Just one other thing.

What's that?

Would you tell my father right away the
same thing you told me?

Jamie, why are you so concerned about
your father?

Because they killed my mother in a joint
like this once.

So you can't exactly expect him to feel
like happy days are here again.

I see.

Would you tell him tonight?

Because I wouldn't be able to sleep
much, no matter what you gave me. If I

he was going to be worried.

You see, it's his wedding anniversary,
and Mom isn't around.

We got pretty close, if you know what I
mean.

I know.

I'll tell him right away.

Doc? Yes?

You don't mind if I call you that, do
you?

I'll be my guest.

Try to get him to take one of those
pills, too.

Good night, Jamie.

Good night, Doc.

Oh, Dr. Kildare.

It's Wendy, Doctor. She won't go to
sleep.

She says unless you come in and see her,
she's going to pull off her eye patch

and flush it down the toilet.

It's the fifth one today. We're running
kind of short.

Well, let's go.

Hi, Jane.

Hi, Dr.

Kildare. Why are you talking to her? She
hasn't done anything.

Except be good.

And you?

Didn't they tell you?

They told me.

Wendy, why won't you wear this patch?

Because my grandma said when she came,
if I didn't keep the patch on, my eye

would bulge out and I'd begin to look
like a witch.

You will, too. That's what I want to
look like, so I could get to scare you

time I wanted to, and everybody else,
too.

Wendy, do you know what you look like
with this patch on?

No. What?

A mean, wicked old pirate. I do?

I'll wear it.

Do you love me?

Wendy, I am mad about you.

Now you get to sleep.

I'm Dr. Kildare, Mr. Carroll.

What am I doing here? Why am I in a
hospital?

We had to check you for any possible
injuries.

Where's Jamie?

What happened to my son?

He's resting.

Dr. Berman, the resident, put his arm in
a splint until morning.

I want to see him right now. We're
getting out of here.

You can't take Jamie home tonight, Mr.
Carroll.

He's suffering from a fracture of the
upper arm.

We've taken x -rays and providing...
Providing what?

Mr. Carroll, there's no reason to assume
it's anything more than a simple

fracture. But there are eventualities.
You're not putting your dirty hands on

that boy.

We wouldn't even be here if I'd had
anything to say about it.

Jamie told me about his mother.

I'm sorry.

She was in an automobile accident, too.

First Ellen, now Jamie.

She was getting along just fine until
they decided to operate.

She stopped living on that operating
table.

But surely the surgeon explained.

Sure, he explained.

He said it was a massive embolism. That
wasn't caused by surgery, Mr. Carroll.

Certainly you understand that. I only
understand she was improving until they

took her up there.

Then she died.

Well, I'm sure you can take Jamie home
in the morning, Mr. Carroll.

And nobody's going to operate on him?

No.

All right.

But remember this, Doctor.

If any of you tried to do that, I'd kill
you.

You better believe that.

I hate violence. It sickens me.

But I mean every word I say.

Is that all, Mr. Carroll?

Well, Doctor, there's no question as to
what we see here.

It's an obvious fracture in the middle
third of the humerus, sir. But this

morning we found the usual signs of
radial palsy.

Wrist drop, loss of sensation in the
distribution of the radial nerve.

Probably severed it.

I agree.

Is the boy in traction?

He's in a Magnuson humerus splint now,
sir.

Have arrangements been made to get him
into surgery to repair the nerve? It

should be done as soon as possible.

Two cases have been bumped already.

We'll get Paulson to operate. He's a
good man with a personality like a

dentist's drill.

But there's Jamie's father, sir.

He has a phobia about hospitals,
surgeons, bordering on psychosis.

Is this your considered clinical
opinion, doctor?

His wife died on an operating table,
sir. He blames them for it.

Last night he told me if anybody laid a
hand on his son, he'd kill him. Do you

mean that this man would object to an
operation knowing that if it is not

performed, the boy's arm would be
paralyzed?

I think we have to face that
possibility, sir.

Dr. Gillespie, there's something else.
What's that?

Well, I... Last night, I... practically
promised them both that Jamie could go

home today.

That was most unwise, Doctor.

On the basis of last night, I could have
sworn that was true.

I was only trying... I know what you
were trying to do.

Since you have taken it upon yourself to
be a prophet, I think you should bear

the onus of explaining the matter to the
boy's father and attempt to obtain a

consent release from him.

I want him ready for surgery by the time
Paulson arrives.

Wow.

Well, he's right.

Better face it.

Thanks. Jim, remember, a patient is a
patient.

Not in pediatrics, my friend.

A patient is somebody's child.

Good morning, Doctor.

Good morning, Mr. Carroll.

I didn't have a razor.

Well, you can buy one in the hospital
drugstore if you want. Oh, that's all

right. I'll shave when we get home.

Dr. Kildare, I want to... I want to
apologize for some of the things I said

night. I guess I must have sounded like
some kind of a... Well,

I'm sure you understand.

I saw Jamie this morning. He looks fine.

Is he ready?

I'm afraid not, Mr. Carroll.

There's been a complication.

Now, wait a minute. You said that he
was... I know what I said last night,

was right last night. What's the matter
with Jamie?

A severed radio nerve in Jamie's arm is
causing paralysis.

Mr. Carroll, if we don't operate right
away, the arm will remain paralyzed.

You knew that last night.

You lied to me to keep me from taking
Jamie out of here.

No. It's a trick.

You doctors are full of little tricks.

Mr. Carroll, listen.

They told me Ellen was getting better,
too.

Then they said they had to operate.

We called in Dr. Paulson.

He's the best orthopedic surgeon on our
staff.

He's not touching my son.

Believe me, Mr. Carroll, only good can
come from the surgery.

I said he is not touching my son.

But you're an intelligent man. Surely
you can... I did the intelligent thing

once for Ellen.

If I hadn't, she'd... I may take my son
out of here with one lifeless arm,

Doctor, but at least I'll take him out
alive.

Shouldn't Jamie have something to say
about that?

At least give him that chance.

Stinking doctor's trick.

Has the anesthetist written the pre -op
orders on Jamie Carroll yet?

They're all in scoop.

Thank you.

They're pepping the cowboy.

Well, those are the facts, Jamie.

And you have to face them.

And your father doesn't want the
operation.

Well, you know why.

Yeah, I know.

I understand.

Do you want the operation, Jamie?

Why are you asking me?

Because it may depend on you.

You mean you want me to talk to Pop
about it?

Well, I think you're the only one who
can.

Well, I've never had any real biggie in
for an operation, and that's the truth.

But, Jamie, this one means that by the
end of summer, your arm will be as good

as new. You'll be out playing ball.

And if I don't have it?

Let's not think about that now.

Okay, I'll talk to him, Doc.

Your father has to sign this.

It gives us permission to go ahead and
help you.

Now, Jamie, there'll be a lot of doctors
and nurses, people like that around

when you go up there.

I want you to remember that they're all
there just to help you.

Every one of them.

Will you be there?

All the way.

Then why don't you do the operation?

It's not my job.

Well, it is.

Oh, just to stand here and answer all of
your silly questions.

What are you doing, Doctor?

What is this, another one of your
tricks?

We want Jamie to relax.

It's for the operation, Pop.

Who decided that?

Nobody's decided it, Mr. Carroll.

I think that now it's strictly what you
and Jamie decide, but we've got to be

ready just in case.

Good luck, Jamie.

So long, Doc.

I'll be all right.

You might think I'm lying to you, but
it's the truth.

That little kid kept looking at me for a
while, then she called me over and

wanted to know what was wrong with her.

Had she caught gallstones from her
grandfather?

You can't beat kids these days.

Hello, doctor.

Hi, Gossett.

Now, just a little choice dialogue from
the boy.

Pediatric?

Well, Dr. Kildare's on that.

Yes, he's here now.

I'll tell him.

You want it in the lobby, Doctor?

The lobby?

That's right.

Yeah.

Of course I'm scared, Pa. I wouldn't lie
about that.

Doctor Kildare says I'll be thrown as
good as always after the operation.

Jamie, what's the first rule in our
house?

You know.

Well, say it.

We always tell the truth to each other.

I have never lied to you, have I?

You made the rule.

I want you to listen to me.

You will be throwing as good as always.

All we've got to do is get out of this
rotten place.

Pa.

Jamie, look.

We'll go up to the cabin.

We'll sit in the sun.

Your arm will be all right. I know it
will.

Dr. Kildare says... I don't care what
Dr.

Kildare says.

Son, please.

Please, I know you'll be all right if
you'll just get dressed and get out of

here with me.

You're scared for me.

Aren't you, Pa?

I'm so scared I'm going to beg you.

Please, please do this for me.

You know I'd be willing to do anything
for you, Pa.

And you will come with me?

Of course I will.

Dr. Kildare? That's right. Paul Adams.
I'm a neighbor of Fred Carroll.

I hate to take you away, but we've been
terribly concerned.

This is my son, Tommy.

Hi, Tommy.

Hi. How's Jamie?

He'll have to have surgery on his arm.

If we don't operate, the arm will be
paralyzed.

Not Jamie, Dad.

Our problem is getting Mr. Carroll to
sign a consent release.

Yes, I know his feelings on the matter
very well.

Maybe you could help us persuade him,
Mr. Adams.

I'll do my best.

Oh, by the way, Tommy has something he
wants to ask you.

Yes, Dad.

So you're a friend of Jamie's?

Sure. Could I go see him?

I'm afraid not. Hospital rules.

Is that what you wanted to ask me?

Not exactly.

Shoot, Tommy.

Well, I know when you're in the
hospital, you have to have blood

sometimes.

I'd like to volunteer.

For Jamie?

I know I got lots of blood, because
liver's my favorite meat.

My mom says I could eat liver three
times a day, and I could.

Well, I hate to disappoint you, Tommy,
but I'm afraid you'll have to be a lot

older before you can give any of your
blood away.

Are you sure?

But I think when I tell Jamie you were
here, it'll be just as good as a blood

transfusion.

Well, I'll have to get back to work. You
coming, Mr. Adams? Yeah.

Oh, wait, wait.

I almost forgot.

Will you give this to him?

Sure.

It's our lineup.

Our team.

We wanted him to see that he's still at
shortstop.

Goodbye, Tommy.

Bye.

Tommy, you go over there and sit right
on that couch and wait for him. You

How's Fred doing?

Oh, he's all right.

Come on, sir.

Pa, are you sure we ought to?

Jamie I've never asked you to do
anything wrong have I?

No.

Believe me we've got to do this.

What's that?

It's the consent release.

He's taken the boy.

Mary, I know we have to find him so that
we can talk to him.

Now, would you please go over and check
Fred's house? He could have gotten there

by now.

I'm in Dr.

Gillespie's office.

Now, call us, will you?

Will this home be the last place Carol
will take Jamie, Mr. Adams? Probably,

we'll have to be sure.

We have every exit in the hospital
covered now, Mr. Benton.

Thanks, Wills.

Yes, sir.

What now?

We wait for Mrs. Adams to phone.

Stupid benighted man.

Doesn't he realize the operation doesn't
get any easier the longer we have to

wait for that boy? You said all that
before, Tom. This is absolutely absurd.

don't you go upstairs to the OR?

And do what?

And make life that much easier. I don't
find that funny, Leonard.

I agree. It's not.

Well, there's a good chance he's still
in the hospital.

There's a better chance that he's not.

Dr. Gillespie?

Oh, yes, Mrs. Adams.

Thank you, Mr. Sattler.

No sign of Carol.

Excuse me, sir.

At least Mr. Adams and I know what Carol
looks like.

Maybe we could help in the search, if
he's still here.

That's a good idea, Doctor.

Go ahead.

Hey, mister, how about giving me a hand
with the tailgate, will you?

Jamie, don't fall asleep.

I'm sure sleepy.

We'll rest here a minute.

Then we'll get out of this place.

Pa, if we do go up to the cabin,
supposing, just supposing my arm doesn't

better. Now, Jamie, I told you
everything's going to be fine.

I was only supposing, Pa.

I was just figuring.

I could learn to write with my left
hand, and that'd take care of school and

college and all.

But...

But I guess that pretty much knocks my
plans about baseball, don't it?

Jamie, you know I'd do anything if this
could have happened to me instead of

you, don't you?

Of course, Pa.

It's better to go through life with a
lousy arm than to die like Mom did,

it?

Yes.

Then let's fight our way out of here.

Listen to me, Paulson. I am not calling
the police because this hospital happens

to have a few other rooms beside that O
.R. of yours with a few patients to whom

the sight of a police uniform might
prove something less than salutary.

Look at this, sir.

It's Jamie's.

They found it in one of the staff's
sleeping rooms just now. It wasn't there

five minutes ago.

Then he's probably still in the
hospital.

Morning. Morning, sir.

Pretty busy today, huh?

Oh, nothing special.

Certainly seems like it.

I've never seen so many guards around
the hospital.

Well, it's a big hospital.

Big enough to hide in, huh?

How do you mean?

Everybody's talking about it.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess it's no secret. Some guy
blew his top.

Patient, huh?

His kid was the patient.

He was supposed to be operated on, but I
guess the old man thought otherwise.

Kid should have surgery.

You've got to grab him, is that it?

Yeah, we'll get him.

We got every exit covered.

Seems to me there are more exits than
guards.

We got orderlies out, too.

The guy will never make it.

Any man tries to walk out of here with a
kid, he's going to be stopped.

Well, good luck.

The kid needs that.

Sure.

I'm rooting for him.

I've got everybody looking for us,
Jamie.

Orderly's attendance, everybody.

What do we do?

We're still getting out of here.

You think they're smart?

We'll see how smart they are.

You all right, Pa?

Yes, I'm all right. Now, listen to me,
son.

They're looking for a man and a boy
together.

So we can't leave here together. We've
got to leave separately.

And when we get down to the lobby, I
want you to find a lady.

Any lady?

Yes, any lady.

You've got to fool them.

Make them think you're with her.

Gotcha, Pa.

You're a good boy, son.

It's all right, Jamie.

They're not going to touch you.

I won't let them.

Last night, Jamie, you told me you
trusted me.

I do trust you.

My father doesn't.

Like I told you, he thinks I'm going to
die.

Do you, Jamie?

Do you?

I don't know, Doc.

Paul's never lied to me before.

Well, he's not lying now.

In a way, your father's sick, Jamie.

Scared sick.

You can help him.

How?

By going through with this.

And when you come downstairs all well,
you'll know that he doesn't have

to be afraid of anymore.

I guess you're right.

Doc? When you find him, don't be too
hard on him.

It's not his fault.

What are you doing, Doctor?

I just started an IV.

For what?

Surgery. You seem to take a great deal
on yourself, young man.

Unless, of course, you plan to operate
on the boy.

I don't understand.

That's the first logical statement
you've made.

We don't operate without a consent
release from the boy's father.

But Dr. Gillespie said... Dr. Gillespie
is not the boy's surgeon.

And he ought to remember that.

Now, you listen to me, Leonard.

I want you to stop sending your interns.

I'm not operating without a consent
release.

Perfectly, Tom.

Judge Inley?

Dr. Gillespie?

Please sit down.

Thank you.

I can't thank you enough for coming over
here at such short notice.

Well, I'm not a physician, Dr.
Gillespie, but I've worked odd hours,

being appointed to the bench.

Since time is terribly important to us,
I'll try to be brief.

Last night, there was an automobile
accident.

A young boy of 12 was very seriously
injured.

I want that boy operated on, Judge
Inley.

And since I have no consent release from
the father, I want a court order from

you.

Well, it seems to me, Doctor, that the
boy's father is in a better legal

position than you are.

The man had every right to remove his
son from this or any other hospital

unless, of course, the patient was in a
prison ward.

You kept him from doing that and you
took the boy away from the father

the parent's consent.

Yes, yours is a much more precarious
position than the... Father's doctor.

Dr. Gillespie.

All right.

Prepare the boy.

Prepare?

I assume you mean prepare for surgery?

That's right.

You have precedent, Judge.

There was a case in New Jersey recently.

Perhaps you read about it. Yes, I'm very
familiar with that case, but that was a

matter of life and death.

I'm afraid Mettiton is not as neatly
pigeonholed as the law judge.

Will this boy die if he is not operated
on? He will not.

But it seems he's a shortstop on a
little league ball team.

Did you ever hear of a one -armed
shortstop?

Are you certain that the boy will lose
the use of his arm?

That is my opinion.

Opinion?

You're asking me to make precedental
decision on opinion?

I make a dozen decisions every day,
Judge, important decisions, based solely

my own opinion.

You know, I envy you.

You make decisions after briefs have
been filed, after arguments based on

briefs have been heard, and you have the
comforting knowledge that behind you,

stretching all the way to the Supreme
Court in Washington, are men who can, so

to speak, pick up your marbles.

I pick up my own marbles, Judge, and if
they can't be picked up, I don't sleep

very well.

But I'm back here the next morning
making more decisions based on my own

opinion.

You should have been a lawyer, Dr.
Gillespie.

Good to have the boy's name.

James Carroll.

And with two R's? Two R's and two L's.

Dr. Gillespie.

Go ahead with James Carroll.

You can do me a favor, Mr. Adams.

What's that?

You can tell Tommy I'm not really mad at
him.

I'll do that.

Ready, Jamie?

Well, I'd better go rescue my boy or
he's liable to think that Jamie isn't

only one that's having an operation.

He's a good boy.

He always stay put like that? Oh, not on
your tintype. But he knows he's walking

the razor's edge about now.

Oh? Well, it's about his aunt's farm.
See, we sent him there last summer. And

considers her farm in about the same
light that an ex -convict considers a

return visit to San Quentin.

He's a city boy, and cows and chickens
are strictly... It's merely a superior

form of juvenile blackmail.

Excuse me.

Dr. Kildare.

You're just the man I want, Doctor.

Where's my son? What are you doing to
him?

He's going to be all right, Mr. Carroll.
He's in very good hands. See if you can

trace this call.

Don't you touch that boy, Doctor. I
warned you last night. Anybody puts a

to that boy, I'll put a knife to him.

Mr. Carroll.

Mr. Carroll?

I just heard from Carol.

No, I don't know where he was phoning
from. Mr. Adams is checking on it now.

Hang on a second.

He hung up too quickly.

No, we couldn't trace it.

Okay, we'll meet you in Dr.

Gillespie's office.

Yes, I'll be right there.

The cabinet on the second floor was
broken into. An amputation knife was

Carol wasn't bluffing.

Dr. Paulson sure is a whiz in the
operating room.

Smooth glass.

And as transparent.

Meaning what?

Meaning that's the only thing in life
that interests him.

So if you have any silly ideas...

Dr. Gillespie? I understand you're

chief of staff here, Gillespie.

The head butcher in this place.

Trace the call on Dr. Gillespie's line.

I want my son.

Very well, Carol.

I'll have him in my office in ten
minutes.

All right, you can have that ten
minutes, but on my terms.

Go ahead.

I'm in the laboratory on the sixth
floor.

If Jamie doesn't walk through this door
in the next ten minutes, I'm going to

walk out of here and kill the first man,
woman, or child I see.

He's in the sixth floor lab. He told me
that. He wants Jamie in ten minutes or

he threatens to kill the first person he
sees. Doctor, patient, nurse, anybody.

It's a quarter to three.

I'll put a guard around the lab.

Dr. Gillespie, let me talk to him.

If I can just convince him that Jamie's
going to be all right. I can't let you

take that chance.

There'll be guards right behind me.

Let's go.

If he sees you, I won't have a chance
with him. Doc, that man has a knife.

Look, I don't want to be a hero. I've
just got to try it my way.

Get out of this, Dr. Kildare. Where's my
son?

He's not here, but he's all right.

I told you, Doctor.

I warned you.

I know.

But you won't do anything till you hear
about Jamie, will you?

The operation's over.

Jamie did fine.

want my son.

Please, please don't kill him.

Let me take him out of here.

I only wanted to save him, but I
couldn't even do that.

Please, Mr. Carroll, believe me, don't
torture yourself.

Jamie's all right.

You talk to him.

Fred, I wouldn't lie to you.

Not as a friend, not as Tommy's father.

I swear to you on Tommy's life, Jamie's
out of danger.

Thank God.

Thank God.

All right, Carol.

Get hold of yourself.

You brought terror and panic to my
hospital.

You behaved like a frightened, ignorant
throwback to the Middle Ages.

That's all over.

Now let's go and see your boy.

See, I'm sorry it took so long.

Is Jamie all right, Pop?

Fine. Just fine.

Boy, I sure am glad to hear that.

Yeah.

You know something, Tommy?

What? You're not going to have to go to
your Aunt Martha's farm this summer.

You really mean it? Yeah.

I mean it.

Something wrong?

Gee, I must have done something pretty
good to make you change your mind.

You did, Tommy.

You did.

I sure would like to be able to figure
out what it was. Why?

Might be able to use it again sometime.

Bye.