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Okay, Juanita, you're laying down on the job. One more time around.

Left, right, left, right, left, right. Now, Jimmy, do you see how it goes?

Yes, Lister. Now can I apply it? Oh, I thought you'd never ask.

Come along now. Sit up there.

That's it. Now sit straight.

Put this one in the left.

And this in the right. There we go. Now, left, right, left, right.

Good. If you go on like that, you'll soon be pitching for Little E.

I may never fight again.

One thing, sister, win or lose, you sure throw yourself into your work.

It's a good thing that I don't run a concrete mixer.

Although sometimes I feel like one. I guess I'm just out of shape.

Maybe you'd better sit down a minute.

Oh, no, no.

Neither rain, snow, sleet, nor stitch inside shall stay a social service

from the swift completion of her daily rounds.

In other words, I have a two o 'clock appointment with Dr. Gillespie about one

of our cases.

How am I doing, sister?

Just great, Bernie. Just great.

Hi, sister.

How do you like my halo?

It fits your face, Ruthie.

Well, see all you cats tomorrow.

Bye, sister.

Yeah. Yes, she is.

Well, if you'll wait just a moment, I'll try to get her.

Oh, sister, I was just going to call you. Telephone.

Oh, it's you, Paddy.

No, not yet.

Where are you?

Where?

You're not drinking, are you?

Well, you be sure it's only coffee.

Yes.

I'll be down there as soon as I can.

Right.

Sometimes I think the evil spirit is distilled.

You mean that they put emboli in?

Yeah, for plastic jobs. Oh, I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

A patient?

Very. No, no, I mean... Oh, no, I'm going to be a student nurse here.

Good. Great.

I'm Gloria Carroll, doctor. Oh, Kildare. Gerson.

Now, that's what nine out of ten doctors really recommend.

Go right on in, Sister Bridget Marie. Dr. Gillespie's expecting you.

Thank you, Miss Day.

Just a moment.

Catch my breath.

Daddy, look at the black nurse.

I always thought we looked like penguins.

Sister?

Sister? Oh.

Dr. Gillespie.

Bye.

Trouble, Nick?

Mr. Gerard.

Gerard? I thought he was doing so well. What's the matter?

Well, 75 years, mostly.

Complicated by Empaima.

It's going sour fast.

Too bad. He's a nice old fellow.

Yeah. Brave as an old bull.

No. I won't sign it. Mrs. Parkey, you have to sign it. I won't let them do it.

Now, please, get out of here.

Dr. Rand.

Not now, Big Mama.

But it's Mrs. Parker. She won't sign.

What?

I was afraid of that.

Nurse, for Mr. Gerard, get me 200 ,000 units of potassium penicillin G and 100

cc of isotonic salt solution.

Stat? Yes, Doc.

I've got to get in to see Mr. Gerard.

Handle Mrs. Parker, will you, Kildare? She's got to sign this release.

I know it and you know it, Doctor.

Now make her know it.

Pardon me, Doctor.

Could you tell us where room 637 is?

This is to Bridget Marie.

Oh, I'm sorry. I don't get to see many nuns, and then in one day... What did

expect? A full set of wings?

Just down the corridor on your right.

Naturally. Thank you, Doctor.

Mrs. Parker, that's not going to solve anything.

Signora Parker, maybe you like a nice piece of Italian torta?

My daughter, she bake.

Are you sure you should be up so soon, Sister?

Oh, yes, Sister Josanne. The worst of the pain is over.

I feel almost human again.

These are the files of our people here at the hospital, Sister. Oh, thank you,

Sister Mary Elizabeth.

Sister, now you'll be sure and divide all the rest of my outside casework with

the other sisters. Oh, yes, certainly, Sister.

Good, because at least then the time won't be wasted here if they decide to

me in dry dock for a while.

You really should take the opportunity to get some rest, Sister. You need it.

The pot and the kettle.

I'm all right. I don't want you to worry.

Oh, Sister, I know you're the Sister Superior's sister, and I know we owe

obedience to you, but we can't help worrying about you.

Well, I don't like to think of you both worrying, so let us unburden ourselves

in prayer.

able to do anything with Mrs. Parker.

She'll die if she doesn't have that operation.

She knows that.

We've explained the medical facts to her very carefully, but we can't make her

agree to surgery. She's a competent adult.

She's the only one who can give or withhold permission for an operation on

herself. But, Dr. Gillespie, there must be something we can do.

Frustrating as it may seem, Doctor, our powers are limited.

Morally, legally, and yes, even medically. Although some interns don't

admit the last.

We can only diagnose, prescribe, and recommend treatment.

The rest is up to the patient.

The Parkers have two small children. Did you know that, sir? I've seen them.

Beautiful children.

All I can do now, doctor, is to talk to the husband again.

He's our best hope for convincing her.

Thank you, sir.

Now, Sister Bridget Marie.

I have the preliminary results of her tests here.

You'll note a tenderness in the right mitochondrial area, tachycardia, some

fever, no red cells in the sediment.

The white count shows a moderate leukocytosis of 12 ,500 with a shift to

left. In the differential, I suspect cholelithiasis.

I suppose you've sent her up for scottholmes.

A cholecystogram and a pyelogram.

Dr. Nathan should have them ready about now.

I want her to have the best that Blair can offer.

VIP.

Special treatment? She must rate.

She does.

Way up.

She's an old and she's a good friend of mine, of mine and a lot of other people,

big and little, of all kinds, people that she's helped.

I want you to be personally responsible for her, Doctor.

Oh? Why am I so blessed?

Two reasons. She fell into your lap outside and you came in here at the

time. What Horace Walpole called serendipity.

A blunder with a benefit.

I'm just lucky, I guess. Perhaps more than you think.

Now, you get on with it.

And I'll call Mr. Parker. In this case, I fear the weaker sex.

Yes, sir.

How did it go, Doctor?

I think I just joined the Black Walk.

Father, they wouldn't let me talk to him.

How serious is it?

They're trying to help him, Mrs. Gerard.

Yes, I know, Father.

Well, we've always shared everything, but now... Well, I would like to talk to

him. Later.

Right now, the best thing... The only thing you can do is pray for your

Yes.

I've got it right here, Jim.

The inside story.

There's nothing evident on the polygram.

Take a look at this.

There's more to Sister than meets the eye.

She's got rocks.

Enough to make her own quarry.

Largest up to half a centimeter.

Smallest beneath a millimeter.

So that was her trouble.

One of the stones probably got caught in a common duct.

No wonder she keeled over.

She was a real lucky girl this time.

Probably dropped back into the fundus.

Or passed on into the duodenum.

Looks like Sister's going to have herself a little cholecystectomy.

The sooner the better.

Before one of those stones really gets caught in there and causes some

damage. Or worse.

Well, thanks for the show. You got time for my home movies? And living color?

No, not today. I'll catch the second run.

The artist is never appreciated in his own time.

Afternoon, Sister Bridget Marie.

Oh, she went out.

She what?

She left to know if she was going well.

Shamrock bar?

Do you think we should have told him that sister doesn't drink?

Cover for me, will you? I'll be back in a minute.

Come along, Patty.

I'll be your age.

You were the one who begged to see her. No, it's just that I'm a wee bit afraid

she'll kill me when she lays her hands on me.

You should talk.

Oh, sure, and it wasn't Patty Delaney that brained me, darling, with that gin

bottle, sister.

It was the drink in me.

Amen.

Oh, it's you, sister.

How are you, Mamie? Well, it's a good thing me skull is made of solid ivory,

else I'd be up in heaven playing in me golden harp right now.

Patty is outside.

Oh, he is, is he?

Well, you can tell him from me that that blow he struck for liberty was his

last. I'm having the law on that buckle.

He says that your tongue is like a bullwhip when you're drinking.

That dushy little lion mutt.

Mamie, leaving Paddy and sending him to jail is like throwing the baby out with

the bath.

Sister, he's no baby.

And what's more, he doesn't bathe very often either.

Don't you think it would be better to get rid of the gin bottle rather than

husband? Well, it's true, sister. We do get along pretty well when we're not

guzzling the drink.

Of course.

Maybe you're right, sister.

Send the old rascal in.

And it's no more hard liquor for us, I promise you that.

Good. Soft drinks are lighter on the skull.

From now on, it's just light wines and beers.

Paddy, my boy.

You jackanip!

That'll teach you to attack a defenseless woman with a bottle and

at that!

Hello, Jim.

Sister Bridget Marie's been asking for you. Where is she?

In her room. Where do you think?

I've been waiting for you, Doctor.

Come in. I'll put aside my homework.

Dr. Gillespie passed on that you're his sister's keeper.

That's the theory.

I wanted to thank you again for catching me when I did that 190 -degree turn and

spun in for a crash landing.

Don't mention it.

Now, when do I get out of here?

Sister, I know you're a good friend of Dr. Gillespie and entitled to certain

privileges around here.

But I'd appreciate your cooperating by not leaving the hospital again without

permission.

Oh, I'm sorry, Doctor, but that was a previous commitment.

You have a more important commitment here. Do you know what you've got?

I figure gold stones.

Well, that's right. How did you know?

I started reading it up when my attacks first began.

You mean you've had them before?

Every three months for two years or so. But not as badly as today. That was a

real ring -a -ding -dinger.

What have you done about them?

Nothing much.

I just take grains, one one -fiftieth atropine. But mostly I ignore it. I've

been too busy.

I guess I figure this too shall pass.

Right into the old judenum. But the pain?

That too has value, if it's offered up.

Drugs and tranquilizers don't solve all of mankind's problems.

Philosophy isn't my strong point, sister. I'm a doctor.

Well, it takes all kinds, doesn't it, doctor?

Well, when did you say I could go?

Would you mind a qualified medical opinion first?

Oh, no, I enjoy a good medical opinion.

You should have your gallbladder removed as soon as possible.

Nothing personal, doctor, but I didn't enjoy that opinion very much.

I'm sorry. It's the best we can do.

What if you don't operate?

Gangrene, perforation, subphrenic or subhepatic abscess.

Inflammation of the liver or pancreas could develop.

You've made my day, doctor.

Sounds as though I have everything but athlete's foot.

Or is it feet?

Sister, this is very serious.

All right.

Thread the needles and sharpen the cutlery.

The sooner it's out, the sooner I am, and back to work.

How's the patient?

I hear I'm a regular gravel gertie.

So Dr. Nathan tells me. How are you taking the news?

Philosophically.

Some people think that I have too much gall.

Well, if I'm going to be here a while, I might as well light up.

Got a match?

Who is he?

St. Michael, an archangel.

He's one of the patron saints of the thick.

He resembles one of your interns treating a patient, don't you think?

I'm afraid he doesn't suggest any of my interns.

I wonder how you'd like to share your room with someone, Sister Bridget.

You're up to something, Leonard.

Am I that transparent?

It's a young woman, Mrs. Janet Parker.

Chondrosarcoma of the left leg. We'll have to operate.

The poor girl.

No evidence of metastases yet.

We may have caught it in time.

But she refuses to permit an operation.

I think we need your kind of help, sister.

I'd be glad to share whatever I have.

Thank you.

Now, Doctor, I think we'll leave Sister Bridget alone.

Let her settle in.

If you want anything, just let Dr. Kildare know.

Thank you, Leonard.

Wasn't I right?

Isn't she something special?

Oh, she's something special, sir, that's for sure.

What's your problem, doctor?

She's so flip.

She takes everything so lightly.

Oh, not everything.

Or do you mean your profound medical pronunciamentos?

Perhaps you don't understand that Sister Bridget has the faith and the serenity

to accept what she can't change and the courage to change what she can.

Well, I'm all for faith, sir, but... Good. And I'm against sin and for

motherhood. Perhaps we should run for office, Doctor.

If you'll pardon my saying so, sir, she cannot change the medical facts in Janet

Parker's case.

I still think Mrs. Parker needs that operation a lot more than she needs

Bridget Marie.

You know, Doctor, there are a few things you could learn from Sister Bridget.

I didn't know she was on the staff, sir. Not officially, but perhaps more than

you are.

She's been coming to Blair for ten years.

bringing her patients for treatment and helping us with patient problems when we

needed it.

She's earned a place on the staff in the only way that counts, a long record of

service and sacrifice.

You'd better watch that old pro.

In the meantime, arrange for Mrs. Parker's transfer.

Yes, sir.

But, honey, Dr. Gillespie says if you won't let them operate, it's only a

of time before...

It'd be better than being a burden on you and the children, Dick.

You could never be a burden for us, Janet.

Evening, Doctor. Mr. Parker.

What do you want, Doctor?

We're transferring you to room 637.

What, is this some kind of a trick to get me into the operating room?

Of course not.

Dr. Gillespie just thought you might like more privacy.

I'll consider it.

Now, look, honey.

You go with the doctor.

I'll see you tomorrow.

Kiss the children for me, will you?

And tell them Mommy loves them very much.

An orderly's coming with a wheelchair.

No, thanks.

I'll walk while I still can.

Your new roommate, Mrs. Parker, Sister Bridget Marie.

Hello there.

Oh, I see.

She's supposed to brainwash me, is that it?

I'm sure you already have a clean mind, Mrs. Parker.

Yes, and an unsound body.

But you're not going to soften me up for that operation.

I want to go back to the ward, Doctor. I don't want to be in here with her. I'm

sorry, Mrs. Parker, Dr.

Gillespie's orders.

I'll get your personal things.

What is it that you can't stand about me, Mrs. Parker, my winning personality?

I don't believe in all your mumbo -jumbo, praying to a statue, as if that

any good.

A lot of people don't understand that.

We don't pray to the statues. They're usually such atrocious art.

They're just a reminder.

Did you ever have a prayer answered?

Never didn't. Oh, don't tell me that.

No, I've tried it.

I wore out my knees praying, and it didn't do a bit of good.

God answers all our prayers, Mrs. Parker, sooner or later, one way or the

But you must have faith.

Oh, it's easy for you to talk about faith. You're not going to die.

We all are.

Yes, someday, but not now.

I don't need faith now.

I don't need promises of pie in the sky.

Don't you understand what they want to do to me?

They want to chop off my leg.

God writes straight with crooked lines.

But we're not asked to do anything we're not able to.

Pray for understanding and you'll be given the grace and the courage that you

need. Oh, I can't pray for that.

I can't accept that or a God who condemns me to death for no reason.

Why me?

Why me?

My life has hardly begun.

No one understands God fully. He's too far above us.

What kind of a God is it who shows love by giving pain and suffering and death?

Hate you, rotten God, if there really is a God like that.

What's wrong, Mrs. Parker? Tell her to leave me alone.

Sister, I'd appreciate it if you wouldn't upset Mrs. Parker. She has

problems.

That's exactly why I was trying to help her doctor.

I know you mean well, but believe me you can't can you doctor?

Sir thank you cream sugar no black

The thing is, sir, Sister Bridget Marie is doing a great job of upsetting Mrs.

Parker. Upsetting her? That girl needs something.

With all due respect, sir, I don't think so. I think the sister is interfering

with the patient. In fact, with the whole routine of the service. I might

extend that to the whole hospital.

A little snappish today, doctor?

I'm sorry, sir. It's Sister Bridget Marie.

I suppose it's not her fault. She doesn't realize the problem she creates.

Living in a convent isn't exactly the best training for coping with what goes

in the world.

Sister Bridget may live in a convent, but the world is her cloister, if you

forgive a meaningful pun.

In your whole life, you may never see or experience what she has.

Her caseload over the years has covered the whole seamy range of human misery.

Broken homes, drug addicts, drunks, perverts, juvenile delinquents, maniacs,

name them, she's seen them and worked with them and helped them. There's quite

woman behind that, Wimple.

Yes, sir.

Where is she now?

I'll have to consult her schedule.

You've been kind enough to make this out for me so I can keep track of her

comings and goings.

Six o 'clock mass, seven to eight, solarium.

She set up a small social service clinic there for her ambulatory clients.

Right now, she should be laboring in the vineyards.

Meaning what? She's in obstetrics.

Just visiting, of course.

You know, Doctor, I have a distinct notion that the one that Sister Bridget

upsetting is you.

Who, me, sir?

Oh, no, sir. I think she's peachy keen, like a crate of Cracker Jacks just full

of surprises.

Doctor, a little shaking up might help you.

Oh, you got a quarter.

Have you seen her?

Yes. They let me hold her.

She's a beautiful baby, Miriam.

Sister, I...

I've decided not to give her up.

Have you thought about it fully?

Yes, I think so.

It won't be easy.

I know that, sister.

You know, my family won't have anything to do with me since I married Tommy.

Well, now he's gone, I... Is that the reason that

you want to keep her?

Because you'll be alone?

Partly, I suppose, but...

But mostly because I love her.

And she's going to need that much more than anything else right now.

That's what I wanted to hear.

I'll help you all I can.

Sister, thank you very much.

I'll set the wheels in motion.

Janet, can I help you?

How could you know what I'm going through?

I was a woman before I was a nun.

What kind of a woman?

You never had a husband, children you loved.

You're wrong, Janet.

You're one of my children, in God, through God and his love for you.

Janet.

When we become nuns and take our vows of poverty, chastity, and obedience,

in a sense, they're our marriage vows in a union with God.

We put aside our individual ties with the world so that we can have all people

as our children.

It's a spiritual motherhood, Janet, but it's just as real as yours.

All right.

You want to help?

Then save me.

I'm trying to.

I mean my leg, my life. If your God can't do that, then what good is he?

He's not my God, Janet.

He's your God, too.

You've got everything backwards.

He doesn't have to answer to you before miracles on your orders.

You have to answer to him for what you do with the cross he has given you to

carry.

I have my answer.

I'm leaving the hospital.

Then you're not worth worrying about.

I know the type.

You take all the good that God gives you as your own personal possession and

right and all the bad you blame on him. You're nothing but a coward and a cheat.

Do you know the secret of the exquisite flavor of the food in our cafeteria?

No, tell me the secret, Duncan.

Formaldehyde. Everything is done.

Miss Parker, what's wrong?

Miss Parker! Let me go!

Let me out of here!

Please, please, let me go!

Get her back to her room. Give her two grains of sodium luminol.

I'll be in in a minute. I'd like to talk to Sister.

No!

Were you responsible for that?

I asked you not to meddle.

This is a medical problem. We're trying to save her life.

She has a soul, too, Doctor.

Is there anything that I can do, Sister?

Pray.

Me?

All contributions are gratefully received.

Production.

Easy on the retractor.

I sure wish we could get an orchestra like that in our operating room.

Yeah, those are the kind of instruments Blair should really be buying.

More blood.

You know, I hear they use real blood.

Is it FCC ruling?

Saw.

More oxygen.

Yeah, it's really catching on.

I hear they're putting out a do -it -yourself brain surgery kit.

Sounds like a fun game for the kids.

Whoops.

That's too bad.

I lost another actor.

Yeah, well, that's showbiz.

Don't you guys get enough medicine in the hospital?

We're dedicated.

Hey, leave it off.

Yeah, don't you want us to pass our boards?

You're not going to pass them that way.

Now, what a grouch.

Now, what's eating you, doctor?

Oh, he's been very nervous on the service lately.

In three little words, Sister Bridget Marie.

The scam is she's quite a gal.

Because she is in her own area. I just wish you'd stay in it.

Jim, haven't you been pretty hard on her? I mean, she's only trying to help.

Help? You saw the state she got Janet Parker in today.

Look, Janet Parker's been an emotional mess ever since the biopsy report came

through.

Well, Sister Bridget isn't going to help her.

Jim, you want my diagnosis of what's really been bugging you?

Not particularly.

Well, you're going to get it anyway because you've got it coming.

Tom, when I come to you for psychoanalysis...

I'm going to need my head examined.

You can dish it out pretty good, but you can't take it, huh?

Okay, okay. Get it off your chest.

All right, look.

We save a few lives, and then we begin to think that medicine can do anything,

right?

Okay. But it can't.

And we're beginning to find that out.

Now, that's what's driving you out of your ever -loving mind, is that you, Dr.

James Kildare, the universal antidote for all of mankind's ills...

can't cure Janet Parker or even get through to her.

Now, that someone or something else would even dare try to do what medicine

can't do is too much for you.

My friend, you've picked up the intern's disease.

In other words, a bad case of a galloping god complex.

Where are you going?

Take a humble pill.

See?

Instant psychiatry. Doctor, you are a doctor's doctor.

Doctor.

The wall again.

I don't know where Sister Bridget Marie is.

She's in with Mr. Gerard, Doctor. Amen.

Amen.

That was my first death, Doctor.

It won't be your last.

They don't all go out as nice as that old fellow.

Gerard had what it takes.

We were never separated in 53 years, Sister.

Before he died, he told me not to worry.

Because he wanted our place in heaven to be all furnished.

When I got there, I'm sure it will be I'm looking forward to that sister

Thank you sister

they were very close and what is nice they still are

Good night sister

You sure know your way around here.

After all these years, I should.

I bet I know some nooks that you haven't even heard about.

I wouldn't doubt it.

Sister, I'd like to talk to you.

Of course.

You look tired, Doctor.

I guess I am. It's been one of those days.

Have you eaten?

No appetite.

Eat.

An apple a day, huh?

Keeps the doctor okay.

Go ahead, it's blessed.

I only meant that Father Ryan brought it.

Sister, I'd like to apologize for this afternoon.

No need to, I understand.

You care very much for what happens to Janet Parker, don't you?

Yes, I do.

You're a good doctor, I can tell.

And you're going to be a better one.

Just never stop caring.

No matter how hard on you the patients are, the more difficult they are,

the more sure you can be that it's a cry for help.

Thank you, sister.

I know you were just trying to do your job, too.

I guess I was a little touchy.

Well, you have a tough enough road to hoe without hitting rocks like me.

You know, you're not at all like what I expected a nun to be.

A lot of people don't understand about us.

They think we're some kind of freaks.

Neither fish nor fowl, nor man nor beast.

Kooks. They don't begin to understand what makes us tick, walk or run.

And it's really very simple.

It's what makes the world go round.

Love.

Oh, I don't mean in tunnels from the convent.

I mean love of God.

Do you know that I know people that feel queasy when you talk about God?

He's the skeleton in the closet.

They hear the bones rattling and they pretend to ignore it.

We love God.

And so we love people.

It's not always easy.

Some people make it hard. Awfully hard to love them.

We try.

You see, we're bucking for full -length halos when we reach cloud nine.

I can understand that, sister.

It sounds a lot like the minister back home. The idea, not the expression.

Oh, yes, I had to learn a little of the vernacular to communicate with my

clients.

We have our work cut out.

You treat the body, and I'll treat the soul.

That's a fair division of labor.

Unless one interferes with the other.

How can it?

Sister, I know you do a lot of good.

Like with the Gerards.

Their faith gave them peace when they needed it.

But it couldn't save him.

And it can't save Janet Parker.

Oh, yes, it can.

She's going through a... spiritual crisis at the moment.

The outcome will decide whether she lives or dies.

And I've been praying that she'll want to live.

Sister, you keep on praying for Janet Parker's soul by all means.

But please, leave the life and death decisions to the doctors.

I always try, doctor.

But in this case, is it medical or spiritual?

I think we're trained to know that, Sister.

So are we, Doctor.

Well, just remember, Sister, this is a hospital, not a church.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I have to check on Mrs.

Parker's medication.

I guess we're just not his cup of tea.

Sister? Another attack?

Stoned again.

Bad?

Only ten megatons this time.

I'll get some methadone.

I don't want to get hooked on the stuff.

Janet? I threw your statue out the window, sister.

It was only plaster.

The real St. Michael earned his wings long ago.

Oh, don't try to stop me.

Mrs. Parker.

It's no use.

Even if you do take off my leg, you're not sure you can save my life.

There's a good chance we can.

A cripple with a chance?

What chance?

A birth certificate isn't a money -back guarantee or a license for you to decide

when to die.

For the love of God, don't do it.

God.

If medicine can't help you, he's all you've got left.

Then where is he?

I prayed for a miracle, and I got nothing.

You don't know that yet.

You've already had your miracle, Janet.

Your husband and your children.

The gifts of love and life.

Most people fight for those things and you want to throw them away.

No, I... I'm doing it for them.

Or for yourself.

Doctor, please.

If you loved them more than you love yourself, you would know that they love

too and need you more than the memory of a...

Selfish suicide who threw away this world and the next.

Would you still love your little girl if she lost her leg?

Of course I would.

Even more.

That is the way that God loves you.

Trust him.

Believe in him.

I want to.

How can I?

Do you believe in the love that you have for your husband and your children and

their love for you?

Oh, yes.

They're the only things I do believe in now.

Then you believe in God.

He's the same thing.

Sister Bridget's pre -op. Just a hypo? No maroon heart bone today, Doctor?

And I owe it all to Mother Gerson's recipe for home -brewed mental therapy.

Good morning.

Bedside service.

Well, they've checked my carburetor and they've drained my oil. What now?

One pre -operative sedation coming up.

Oh, I suppose I have to be very sedate for the grand opening.

Right. How is Janet?

Still in the recovery room.

Went all right.

I think we may have gotten it in time.

I hope so.

I thought you weren't going to give me the needle again.

It's the last time, I promise.

I sent a few prayers for you and Janet.

I hope he was listening.

Thank you, James.

He's never stopped listening.

Because you've never stopped praying.

Come on, Bernie.

Have you a moment for a couple of gentlemen callers?

I'd be honored.

I just gave Sister a sedation. Hello, Sister.

Hello, Bernie. How are you?

Walking better every day, Sister.

So I see.

All the kids, they ask me to tell you.

We're all praying for you.

I appreciate that.

Don't worry, Sister. I've got real good doctors here.

God will help you.

Thank you, Bernie.

It's a hard combination to beat.

Bernie, would you like to sit with Sister Bridget while she goes to sleep?

Could I?

Mm -hmm.

I'd be like your babysitter, Sister.

I'd like that, Bernie. Come on.

Thank you, Sister, for everything.

You've done your usual fine job.

We aim to please Leonard.

You aim very well.

At this moment, I don't think that I could hit the broadside of Blair General

Hospital.

Your Dr. Kildare slipped me a Mickey.

James, there's a parcel for you on the bedside table.

It's a present.

A present? What for?

Let's say, in case you should need a consultant.

I thought you'd like it.

Thank you, sister.

We'll let you sleep now.

Keep the faith.

You mean don't spread it around.

An ounce of faith is worth a pound of penicillin. Remember that.

I'm not likely to forget it, sir. Now, will you and sister around?

Sister and I won't always be around. That's what we're training you for.

You know, learning is like having a baby. A certain amount of labor, but

eminently worthwhile.

Yes, sir.

Present from Sister Brigid Marie.

For consultations.

St. Luke.

Huh? He was a doctor, too.

Oh, yeah? No kidding.

I thought you didn't go in for the plaster bit.

Got a match?

Oh, yeah.

Well, look at me.

Well, he's a colleague, isn't he?