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The Devil's Toenail, an oyster?

- That's a dinosaur oyster?
- Come on, Patrick.

"The Devil's Toenail, active
during the Cre... ta... ceous Period."

Patrick, do you wanna blueberry muffin
for breakfast tomorrow?

- Chocolate doughnut.
- Blueberry muffin, or nothin'.

Come on, Mum!

- I got the tape. Rockets-Magic final.
- What else did you get?

- Couple of movies.
- Anything with sex?

Come on, Patrick. We have to go.

- One more minute, Mum.
- One!

Smell that?

- Hmm?
- What?

Winter's coming.

Why do you get your dress
in a bunch over winter?

That wet cold from last winter?
You forget that was hell!

- You said summer was hell.
- It was.

- It's all mind over matter.
- It's more than mind over matter.

I know my mind. It remembers my ass
melting into the tops of my shoes.

- Summer was hell.
- There's no humidity in hell.

What, you do a field report?

By all reliable accounts,
not a single drop of water

shall pass between heaven and hell.

- Hell is a dry heat.
- Book me a flight!

- Detectives.
- What is it, Officer Clifford?

- Got a shooting.
- I'm the primary here.

Ten-year-old kid named Garbarek,
Patrick. EMT rushed him to Hopkins.

What you got?

Hits the kid, passes through him,
then the window and lands here.

Oh, from the Cretaceous Period, huh?

- We've got shell casings everywhere.
- How many shell casings?

Excuse me, but do either of you own
a green Ford Taurus?

It's blocking a fire lane.
It's gonna be towed out of here.

I guess I should move the car.

I don't move it, it's gonna get towed.
That's all we need now, huh?

You should move the car.

Guy saved us a ticket.

I'll be right back.

'Dr Zach Tinker,
Dr Zach Tinker to Paediatrics.'

You heard fireworks?

Uh-huh. Scared the daylights out of me.

You know, I spilt lemonade all over me.

Oh. You see the kids?

Can I tell you something,
just between you and me?

- Sure.
- This ain't all lemonade.

- These kids were 16, 17 maybe?
- I think. Maybe younger, I don't know.

So you think
that these two guys were older?

- Yeah.
- Well, what's older?

You know how old guys
try to style down with what's playin'?

They can't pull it off.

- So maybe these two guys were what?
- 18, 19?

- What do you mean, "regular"?
- About five ten. Is that regular?

- You mean average.
- OK.

Anything else?
Hair, colour of eyes, anything?

They were regular. They were
white guys. Did I mean average?

'Nurse Byron,
please page Dr Segal.

'Nurse Byron, please page Dr Segal.'

I got a spot right out in front, across
the street. That's pretty good, huh?

Do you want coffee? There's
a machine down at the end of the hall.

Are you hungry?

Patrick's gonna be OK.

I can't remember
if I turned the lights out in the...

kitchen before we left this morning.

I'm sure you did.

- Are you sure?
- Yeah, it's somethin' you always do.

- How's Patrick?
- He's still in surgery.

But how is he? He's be in there so long.

It'll be some time before we know.
These are detectives.

I'm Detective Bayliss.
This is Detective Pembleton.

We're from
the Homicide Investigation Unit...

- We need you to sign these papers.
- Homicide?

- We need to ask you what happened.
- These authorise us to treat Patrick.

- You're already treating him.
- Somebody got killed?

Sir, we're here about your son.

My son's fine.
You just said he was in surgery.

- Yes, he is.
- Why are Homicide detectives here?

- This is routine.
- For who is this routine?

Any shooting incident
we have to investigate.

Well, my son is hurt. That's it.
All right? You understand that?

- You're telling us Patrick will die?
- No.

- Then you tell me he's OK?
- Everything possible is being done.

- Where is Patrick?
- Tell me he's OK.

- You can't see him.
- He's my son!

- Mr Garbarek, you're hurting me!
- Mr Garbarek, argh!

This isn't gonna do any good
or help your son.

Why are these people here?
Under whose permission? Hmm?

You got a job to do.

You got no respect for what
the two of us are goin' through?

You want to do your job, huh?
My son was shot today.

All right? That is what happened.

He wasn't doing anything,
and they shot him.

You know,
I shouldn't have grabbed that guy.

- You do what you do.
- I threw my back out of whack again.

We're investigatin'
the shootin' of a boy.

Patrick Garbarek?
I'm writin' up his chart.

Ten years old, brown hair,
brown eyes, big eyes like a doll.

He has a doll's eyes.

- It means the little guy's brain-dead.
- Oh.

- Oh, hey, John.
- Nice to have the connects, huh?

- What?
- You've got the hottest ticket in town.

Oh, yeah, to see the Pope.

You up on the dais with John Paul II.
You're in the big time now, Captain.

I'm honoured to have been invited.

I hear that scalpers
are getting 500 dollars for a copy,

just to get a grandstand seat.

Imagine havin' a seat on the dais,
what you can get for that ticket!

You would consider selling this ticket,
if you were me?

For what you can get for that ticket,

you can buy
a brand-new, high-definition,

60-inch, stereo, surround-sound TV,

and watch His Holiness
descend upon Baltimore

from the comfort of your own home.

Yeah, but that would be heresy. That
would be like selling a ticket into heaven.

The way I figure it, Sony will be
telecasting the Final Judgment,

so what's the worry?

- He runs after the other guy...
- Bayliss!

- What's with the mall shooting?
- Got any witnesses?

We got them by the dozen,
but what they saw, we can't be sure.

- Parents give you anything?
- We tried to get a statement.

- You have one, or you don't?
- They were in a rough way.

- How is the child?
- On a ventilator.

- We should hand this to Violent Crimes.
- His name should go up on the board.

The kid might make it.

He has no brain function.
Where will he make it to?

I'm jammed up with all these cases.
Violent Crimes could handle this one.

You're sayin' this isn't a homicide

cos the machine
is doing the breathing for him?

It sounds like this kid's
never gonna wake up.

It should be investigated like a murder.

- Your daughter is on line three.
- Thank you.

- Who used all the ice?
- Don't start!

I wanna nice ice tea,
and I'm shy of one key ingredient!

- It eases my back, Lewis.
- This ain't right, Gee.

Ice tea? It's almost winter.

It keeps me in a summer frame of mind.
Help me out, Gee!

Look here, Lewis, see?
Is that nice?

You go have yourself a good time
because Frank and I are busy here.

Bayliss, they're melting.

All I'm askin', in a calm
and reasonable tone of voice,

is for you to fill up the ice cube trays
before you put 'em back.

Gee, what do you think?
Violent Crimes?

- I want you to stay on the case.
- Yeah?

Tired?

You go sleep. I'll put away the groceries.

Let me do this.

You're gonna cook?

I'm not hungry.

You don't eat eggs,
so what did I just say?

Joan!

- Joan...
- I made eggs.

You don't have to do that.
Don't wash Patrick's clothes.

- Eat your eggs before they get cold.
- I can't eat.

Do I have to worry about you too?

We've the name of a suspect.

- But how is it that I screwed up?
- Tommy Porten.

You're sayin' that I screwed it up!

No, what I'm saying is that we forgot.
Both of us. That is not screwing up.

You're the primary. You should collect
the kid's clothes from the hospital.

I figured that you had, Frank.

If we ever go to a Grand Jury for an
indictment and they ask us for evidence,

we can say, "Oh, I forgot!"

I was gonna collect that evidence.

When I was gonna ask the Emergency
Room people, my back goes out.

I can see the State's Attorney
doing cartwheels over that one!

- Tommy Porten, he's our shooter?
- I don't know for sure.

You run down the lead
on this Porten guy. I'll get the clothes.

- You'll be waitin' for me here, right?
- Right here.

Nobody said the clothes were evidence.

- ER should have.
- Nobody in this hospital knows that?

These things happen.
We're not happy about this mix-up.

- We're all embarrassed.
- I've already washed them.

They were rags, from the way
they cut them off Patrick.

- I need these for my investigation.
- I put them away!

- I need you to give me these clothes.
- I can't.

- You have to.
- Let me tell you what I HAVE to do!

I have to go in there and watch
the doctors pinch Patrick's legs.

I have to watch them stick pins
in the bottom of his feet,

pour cold water in both ears
to see if his eyes move today.

Then I have to hear them tell me
that they don't. His eyes don't.

I hear them say this.
Nothing else can be done.

This is just a little... boy!
And they have to say this.

You have to have his clothes
and know what we saw yesterday.

I have to remember Patrick standing
there. He has to see the dinosaurs!

He has to go to that window!

It's always "one more minute".
He always has to do what he wants.

Then he falls down
and I think he's just teasing,

and I'm gonna yell at him
to just get up and not get dirty.

I want to see him get up.

From his own bed.

Do I have to think
that he can lay there like this

for another 50 or 60 years?

Do I have to think
whether this is what he wants?

Why do I have to? Why do I think
this can't be Patrick in there?

The clothes are at the house.
You can come by for them later.

Excuse me! Tommy!

Hey, er, Tommy Porten, right?

You're Tommy Porten, aren't you, huh?

Argh!

Halt!

Baltimore Police!
Baltimore Police! Police!

Keep your face to the pavement!

Put your hands behind your head!
Behind your head!

- That is one beautiful burn.
- Argh!

- You can see it there?
- Yeah.

That's what mustard plaster does?
Didn't they outlaw that stuff?

- Could you put this ointment on me?
- A little personal, isn't it?

- What?
- I knew it!

Bayliss, make some more ice cubes!

- I got a suspect who's waitin' on me.
- Be gentle.

- It's a burn.
- Never a dull moment with you!

I've been waiting for you
to pick me up at the hospital!

- You owe me six bucks.
- I do?

Yeah. Cabs are free,
or am I supposed to walk?

I was on my way to meet you,
then I got this feeling like I was on fire.

I got a suspect in here,
so if you wanna come...

This is Tommy Porten.
He says he knows about the shooting.

- You know about the shooting?
- I heard about it.

- What's your name?
- Tommy.

- Tommy what?
- Porten.

Tommy Porten. You go by Thomas?

- I like Tommy.
- Yeah, Thomas would be too serious.

It'd be, er, what? Mopey? Mopey?
Are you a mope, Tommy?

- No.
- Tommy, that's cute. It's kinda peppy.

Kind of a nickname.
A nickname is a sign of affection.

Can't give yourself a nickname.

Everybody who knows me
calls me Tommy.

So everybody likes you, right?

Tell me about the shooting, all right?
I want to like you too.

I heard these two people
talkin' about it.

- Who were they?
- I don't know.

Come on, come on,
there's no two people. Huh?

Yeah. They said one dude
was chasing another dude.

So these two people
are talkin' about it, yeah?

Somethin' about the other dude
hittin' on the first dude's girl.

Who are these dudes?

- I don't know.
- Tommy, come on!

- I swear to God!
- Tommy!

It's over some chick. That's all.

A chick, huh?
Does this chick have a name?

If these two dudes are shootin' at each
other over some chick, she has a name.

- Never heard any name.
- I bet she had a nickname.

- You want a lawyer?
- What, me?

- He know his rights?
- I read 'em.

- You want 'em read again?
- No, I'm all right.

You know about this shooting, huh?
You hear it's over some chick.

But you don't come to us.
We have to come for you.

I have to chase your ass over half this
city because you don't know anything?

I hear people talking,
and I figure it's their business.

- Oh, Tommy!
- Who had the gun?

Did I say I don't know?

- YOU had the gun!
- No.

This other dude
is runnin' around with the gun?

- I don't know any guy with any gun!
- I'm lockin' him up!

- In jail? I didn't shoot anyone!
- You're still goin'!

- So what did I do?
- You have a nickname.

- What?
- You have a nickname.

Everyone in this world has a nickname,
except me, and it pisses me off!

What do you know? You know
about that little boy who was shot.

Yeah? You heard about him, didn't you?

- Didn't you?
- Uh-huh.

Right. Right, now...

Maybe he should have a nickname.
Hmm?

His name is Patrick. Hmm?

Think he could have a nickname?

His doctors call him Patrick, all right?

His parents call him Patrick.
I only know him as Patrick.

You could show him
that you mean him well, huh?

- I want him to get better.
- He won't, Tommy. He's brain-dead.

Brain-dead.

- He's brain-dead?
- Yeah.

So what do you think, huh, Tommy?
What do you think we should call him?

- Paddy?
- I don't know.

Oh. Sleepy?

- No.
- Dopey?

- Come on!
- Droopy?

- Wheezy?
- Wheezy?

What's wrong with you guys? I'd never
say anything like that about that kid!

- You put him in the hospital.
- No!

Is he there, Tommy? Huh?

I didn't have the gun.
I was being chased.

By who?

- By who?
- I can't.

I won't.

If you were me, you'd understand.
You would.

I know you would.

So what do you think
Patrick's name should be?

Huh?

- My brother.
- Your brother what?

He was mad at me
cos she has to tell him.

Your brother is shootin' at you?

He's my older brother and maybe
I shouldn't be messin' with his girl.

But she hit on me first.
She comes after me, and tells him I did.

Where is he?

I don't know. I haven't seen him
since he was chasin' me.

- Since yesterday?
- Yeah.

OK. I want names now.

Don. And his girlfriend's name is Jessie.

Jessie. Is this short for Jessica?

What did I tell you?
Everyone has a nickname.

What I'm saying is that...
is that this whole leg,

it's gotta be shorter than the other.

That is what throws my back out of
alignment and causes me my problems.

- It's your wallet.
- My what?

Where's your wallet?

Frank, don't go on about this six bucks!

- You're sittin' on your wallet?
- Yes.

OK, I carry mine here.

We're at our desk, in the car,
we're sitting half our days.

Your back is very delicate. You're sitting
on your wallet, you're tilting your back.

- You're like the Leaning Tower of Pisa!
- Put your hands back on the wheel.

If wallets were meant
to be carried in the front pocket,

they'd be made that way.

- They are.
- Who said?

The info never gets to you.

Oh, Mr Garbarek...

How are you doin'?

Joan has Patrick's clothes
in the house.

- I'll go get 'em.
- Knock hard cos I gotta fix the bell.

I'm just cleanin' up.

This is his room.

I washed them.

It's OK.

I just... I had to wash them.

Did you have a room like this
when you were growing up?

Oh, I wish.

I hate the colour of paint
we put on the wall.

So, then, you know
who you're lookin' for?

Yeah, we have a team of officers
searchin' for this kid.

- You're gonna catch him?
- Yeah, he's probably still in the city.

You've come up against this kid before?

We checked and he has no record.

But he's dangerous?

He has no priors,
so it's difficult to make that call.

- But he used a gun.
- He did.

So then you catch up to him,
he's got the gun, he resists.

- Let's hope he doesn't.
- What if he does?

Why?

You want him to?

It would cost 50,000
to 100,000 dollars a year?

If we put Patrick into what they call
an extended care facility.

If we take care of him here,
it's maybe half that,

but then we would have to learn
how to deal with his... IV's,

his ventilator and his feeding pumps.

Where do they come up
with these kind of numbers?

I mean, really, who could afford that?

I wouldn't care... what the cost was

as long as the doctors could tell us
Patrick was getting better.

But he... never will.

He developed pneumonia overnight
and they started him on antibiotics.

The doctor says that Patrick is...
deteriorating.

You believe in God?

You're talkin' to the wrong guy.

Maybe there's a miracle out there
for Patrick.

There's that many kids
on the waiting list?

1,400. All of them needing a donor.

Across the whole country.

At this very minute.

More coffee?

Oh, no, I've had plenty. Thanks.

I should get goin'.

You don't like your coffee?

No, no, I do. It's great.

No, it's OK.

Er, this woman
who co-ordinates the programme...

went over every detail
of how Patrick could be a donor.

They'd have to do tests
to type and match his blood,

check the size of his kidneys, his liver...

his heart, his, er, lungs
and his pancreas.

I had to ask where Patrick's pancreas is.

Mrs Garbarek, I'd...
I'd love to have some more coffee.

There's a little boy at the hospital
on the floor above Patrick,

needs a new kidney,
and the doctor, er...

I can't remember his name.

I'm bad with names too.

Anyway, he says that this little boy has
been on the waiting list for over a year.

A year's a long time
in a little boy's life.

There's a chance
Patrick could be a match for this kid.

Why should Patrick
have to be that chance?

I can't talk to Paul about this.

The doctors come in
and I have to ask all the questions.

I ask him, "What do you think,"
and he says, "What do YOU think?"

Maybe he needs to know from you first.

But I know. There's something
in me that says it is wrong

to take something from Patrick,
and put it into someone else.

Your body is sacred, right?
It reminds me of grave-robbers.

If this was right, why are there
so many problems with transplants?

It's not natural. A heart gets rejected
because it's not natural.

You and your wife should talk.

- She doesn't listen to me.
- She'll listen.

She has never listened ever. All right?

I mean, you read about
these medical miracles all the time.

So, say we decide to go ahead
and do this thing with Patrick,

then I pick up the paper the next day

and I see that some doctor
has come up with a way to fix him.

They come up
with these things all the time.

Maybe we should just wait.

You don't want to be kept alive
by any machine?

No. I've written it down.

You know, I told my family
and my friends.

If you were me, what would you do?

I don't know.

But if it's OK for you...

then it should be the same for him?

- It's nice, huh?
- Beautiful. Who has the green thumbs?

- Joan.
- Hmm.

- Finally got a break in the weather.
- Finally.

I love evenings like this.

You had coffee
and you didn't bring me any?

She offered me the coffee.
I was just being polite.

Yeah, as long as you get yours, right?

She asked me, if I had a son,
would I be able to end his life?

No coffee,
on top of six bucks for the cab.

- Could you answer that question?
- I want my six bucks.

You think I'm not good for it?

I was listenin' to a guy
expectin' a miracle!

Give me that receipt,
I will give you six bucks.

And he wants revenge on the kid
who did this. I didn't get a receipt.

- Then how do I know?
- You think I'll lie for six bucks?

How do I know?

Get out of my car!
You don't believe me, get out of my car!

- You don't think I can walk? I can walk!
- Go walk! Go walk!

Whoa! Are you nuts?

Why did she have to ask, if you had
a son, could you end his life? Jesus!

This is why I didn't want the case, why
I wanted to send it to Violent Crimes.

What if they do decide to pull the plug,
and the doctors find a cure?

You never know
what science will come up with.

There's no cure for being brain-dead.

That's not what you said the other day.

I hear about things happenin'.

In Lourdes, in Fatima.

Miracles.

No one thinks that's strange.

I should've brought you your coffee.

How's the Garbarek case doing?

Younger brother gives up older brother.
Variations on a theme.

I've been thinking about this ticket

to get up close and personal
with the Pope.

- I thought you would appreciate it more.
- Why did you think that?

Cos you're Catholic.

Suggesting what?

Suggesting that this ticket
might mean more to you?

60,000 people at Camden Yards,
millions watchin' on TV,

all lookin' at the man for some sort of
miracle. No, thanks, I'm not interested!

These are the transplant people?

Yes.

- How much time do we have?
- You take as much as you need.

You'll be in the operating room
with Patrick?

I'll be at his side the whole time.

I want somebody there
who treated him first.

I'll be the one
who turns off his ventilator.

- And he won't feel any pain?
- No.

Why does everybody
have to make so much noise?

- We'd like some privacy.
- Absolutely.

People...

Let us have a second.

Maybe we should wait.
We could do this tomorrow.

We'd just have to come back
and face this again.

Tell me this is right.

It's for Patrick.

I wish he could hear us.

Patrick, I wish you could hear me.

He's still warm.

Patrick...

You are the love of my life.

And your father's.

I wish you could just wake up.

I know you'd try to
if you knew how much my heart hurt.

You are breaking my heart.

Thank you for being my son.

For being who you've been
all your ten years...

three months and eight days.

You have given me so much happiness.

I will miss you
every minute of every day.

I can't... I can't let them do it
like this.

- Er... How does this turn off?
- You don't need to worry about that.

- Can you show me?
- I can't. It's against hospital policy.

- Then I want you to do it.
- Mr Garbarek...

It'd be better
if you let us handle this in the OR.

I cannot have Patrick dying
away from his mother.

His heart is from us
and if his heart's gonna stop,

then I want it to be with us,
and not with you or with anybody else.

I've never asked anybody for a favour,
but I am asking you this now. Please.

Then I can only give you 15 seconds
before we have to take Patrick.

Patrick?

I'm gonna give you to Mummy now.

OK.

Hold on, folks. Hold on.

- Hey!
- Hold your hands on the wheel!

Put your hands on the wheel!
Take your left hand and open the lock.

Easy. Let's see the hands! Frank?

Donny Porten, you're under arrest.

- Where's the gun?
- There's no gun!

- Ow!
- No gun, huh?

- It's not mine!
- That's not yours?

- You used it to kill Patrick Garbarek.
- Who?

The little boy you killed, man.

- He died?
- Yeah.

- I hear on the radio he's alive.
- They pulled him off life support today.

Why? I ain't responsible for that, man.

- That's wasn't up to me!
- It wasn't up to you?

Patrick gets around, doesn't he?

One of his kidneys went upstairs
to that little boy in the hospital.

I'm exhausted.
I could sleep for a million years.

The other one went across town
to Baywiew for the little girl.

Shall we try one of those pills
the doctor gave us?

The lungs went to Atlanta, the heart
to Chicago, and the liver to Buffalo.

You wanna come to bed?

They took the body from the hospital
to the morgue,

so that they could
officially rule it a homicide.

There's always one more little thing.

Are you comin' to bed?

I think we should sleep together.

Paul?

'Those of you who may have missed
the arrival of Pope John Paul II,

'he kisses the ground at Baltimore
Washington International Airport... '

- Pardon me!
- Yeah?

- Are you Detective Bayliss?
- Yeah.

- She directed me to you.
- What can I do for you?

You're the detective
for Patrick Garbarek?

Yeah, you're two for two now.

I want to contact his parents. The
hospital couldn't, but you might tell me.

I can't give out that information.

It's my son who received
Patrick's kidney this morning.

Excuse me, I'm William Loftus.

- So, how's your son doin'?
- Great. Matthew is doing tremendous.

His face isn't so good
and the colour's off,

but the puffiness has gone down.

One hell of an operation,
but he's gonna make it.

'The Pope is being driven
into Camden Yards.

'75,000 people line the route, cheering
the Pope and receiving his blessing.'

Is there any chance
I could say thank you to his parents?

I looked up their last name in the phone
book. There were only two of them.

One didn't know what I was talking
about, and the other, there's no answer.

- I was tryin' to be a detective.
- Doesn't take much.

'This morning, he celebrated Mass... '

Homicide?

Yeah, Calvert and what?

'His plane will take off for Rome,
behind schedule.'

I hear you caught the guy who did this.

Yeah, we did.

Matthew was on the operating table,
and a lot of things go through my mind.

If this killer isn't in the world, what?

If he decides not to go to the mall
a couple of days ago, what?

This Patrick isn't there,

or maybe decides to go
someplace else that day?

Or maybe it rains and he stays home.
Then what?

Bayliss, we got a body
down on the Parkway.

- OK.
- Will you be seeing the parents soon?

There's an arraignment
of the shooter in a few days.

- They have to sit through that?
- No, but they might want to.

- Bayliss, let's get outta here.
- OK.

Will you tell them
that me and you talked?

- Sure.
- Come on, I'm gone!

OK, Frank!

Anyway,
it's a good thing about your son.

Another little boy has to die,
so my son can live.

Yeah.

I gotta go. I gotta get back to my job.

OK, go.