All language subtitles for Father Dowling Mysteries S03E02 The Medical Mystery

Morning.

Ugh. Oh.

Good morning. Good morning.

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

Please, Father
Prestwick, not so loud.

I didn't get much
sleep last night.

Well, I'm sorry, Father.

Am I too late for breakfast?

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

Oh, are you taking a trip?

No, not exactly.

Actually, Sister Stephanie
is driving me to the hospital.

The hos...

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

but I just really would
rather not talk about it.

Well, Frank, this is so sudden.

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

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

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

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

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

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

Sister Stephanie,
what's wrong with Frank?

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

Phil, it's congenital.

They have to operate right away.

- Pray for him.
- Oh, I will.

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

You got a loose filling, Father?

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

We can't take
anything for granted.

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

and the next, the woodsman's ax.

Uh-huh.

So I'll see you tomorrow.

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

Hmm.

Father Dowling? Ah.

In you get.

This is my first
time under the knife.

Is this wheelchair absolutely
necessary? I can walk.

Hospital rules, I'm afraid.

Our administrator,
Dr. Dixon says

that once a patient is
admitted to Ellison Memorial,

his health and safety must
be our constant concern.

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

Really?

Father, have you any idea

of the statistics of accidental
injury in a modern hospital?

No.

No, I thought not.

Dr. Nordstrom to
nurses' station, please.

Off we go.

Dr. Nordstrom to
nurses' station, please.

Who are they?

Bodyguards for
Mr. Bell, I believe.

Eddie Bell, the crime boss?

What's he doing here?

This is a hospital, Father.

I would imagine he's ill.

Oh, it's all right. Thank you.

Suitcase in here.

Put on your gown
and try not to dawdle.

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

I can hardly wait.

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

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

Yeah, I know what you mean.

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

Yeah.

What are you in for, Father?

Oh, I'd rather
not talk about it.

I understand.

I didn't mean to pry.

Frankie Dowling?

I'm Father Dowling.

Gee, I'm sorry, Father.

I guess somebody made a mistake.

Usually, the hospital
only gives these to...

I'm sorry.

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

We like to think so.

Gee, nobody gave
me a teddy bear.

Must have thought I was a child.

Yep. Why is that?

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

Ha, ha, you're kidding!

No, I wish I were. Heh, heh.

So, what ails you?

Oh, boy, Father.

What doesn't?

Hm.

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

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

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

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

I can see now how they
once ruled an empire.

Hello, Father. Beddy-byes.

Are we feeling better?

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

Stiff upper lip, Father.

Here.

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

I don't really need it.

Dr. Riley's orders.

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

Nurse Androvsky, Pediatrics.

Nurse Androvsky, Pediatrics.

There you are.

Nighty-night.

Father?

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

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

It'll have to be a short one.

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

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

Amen.

Thank you, Father.

I think you're in
the wrong room.

How you doing?

Fine.

Hm.

Hey, Rip Van Winkle.

Steve.

You ready to pack up?

Frank, you okay?

Steve, call the nurse.

Why?

I have to report a murder.

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

It wasn't a dream.

What dosage did
Dr. Riley prescribe?

200 milligrams of phenobarbital
and 40 milligrams of codeine.

Well, it's not unusual
for that combination

to produce bizarre dreams in
a susceptible patient, Father.

I saw what I saw.

The man that was in that
bed was deliberately murdered.

By an air bubble
injected into a vein.

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

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

That's not the point.

That's precisely the point.

Heavy medication, an
overactive imagination.

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

On that we both agree.

According to our
records, though,

the poor man expired from
complications following surgery.

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

Medical records are
confidential, Father.

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

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

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

I'm sure that this
is a fine hospital,

that you're a fine
hospital administrator,

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

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

Any accusation, no
matter how unfounded,

could damage this
hospital's reputation.

You can't turn
your back on this.

I consider this matter closed.

Well, I don't.

Frank, really, just
don't get excited.

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

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

you're gonna find them
quite uncooperative.

I'll see to that.

Of all the arrogant,
close-minded people.

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

Steve, not you too.

Well, you probably did
see something, Frank,

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

I saw a man murdered.

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

I'm just gonna have
to prove it myself.

FEMALE VOICE: Dr. Rasa to OR 4.

Frank, wait up. What
are you gonna do?

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

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

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

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

Okay.

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

Where you go, I go.

Sister Stephanie, are
you trying to humor me?

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

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

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

Thank you.

Nurse Ramirez to east wing 4.

Nurse Ramirez to east wing 4.

Eddie Bell's bodyguards.

- No kidding?
- Yeah.

One of them was in
my room last night.

I wonder...

Uh, good morning.

Could you give me the
name of the patient that died

in Room 506 last night?

Father Dowling.

Dr. Dixon was most explicit.

You are not to invade
the privacy of the patients

or to disturb the
work of the staff.

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

with Father Dowling,
or with anyone else

without strict authorization
from Dr. Dixon.

Is that understood?

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

Steve?

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

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

I'll keep myself busy.

That's what I'm afraid of.

Ah. Ah.

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

I think I can safely
discharge you.

Doctor, what time do you have?

It's, uh, ten to 11.

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

You know, I heard about
your little midnight murder.

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

Rumors fly, everyone knows
everything about everyone.

The word's out about you.

From Dr. Dixon, I'm sure.

Heh. Dixon.

Dean Dixon has
two goals in life:

Raising funds and protecting
this hospital's public image.

You don't sound too
fond of him yourself.

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

but some of the staff
and I would also like

to reserve some beds for
the homeless, the indigent.

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

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

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

he had holes in his shoes,

worn through from
walking on pavement.

His skin was sunburned,
cracked, rough,

and he was badly malnourished.

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

Obviously indigent.

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

Then whose was he?

Dr. Boxwell's,
chief of Medicine.

That man was murdered.

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

and if I could just
prove it with an autopsy.

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

Especially with
Dixon on the ward.

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

By the way,

does Dr. Dixon have
a heavy gold bracelet?

I don't know. Why?

The killer wore
one on his left wrist.

You better go home
and get some rest.

It's gonna be tough, Sister.

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

Mostly after 3 a.m.

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

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

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

Excuse me, will you
hold this? Thanks.

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

No. We think there's a chance

he's related to a
parishioner or something.

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

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

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

Oh, yeah. I'm sorry.

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

It never rains.

Excuse me a minute, Sister.

What a day.

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

How so?

I got a nun asking
questions about him in here.

Oh, great, there goes
my chicken noodle soup.

Here's the guy. Newton, A.

- Ready?
- Up, up.

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

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

Priest is sticking his nose in.

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

Yo, guys, have a little respect.

Hey, watch it, huh?

Excuse me.

Dr. Shimakawa, Room 215.

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

- Make it 11:30.
- Thank you.

Excuse me, do you have the time?

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

Well, I'm after
the average time.

Oh, all right, 11:34.

Excellent. Good.

I'll make mine 11:32.

Frank, come here.

You were right.

Your roommate Anthony
Newton was murdered.

How did you find out his name?

Well, I had his file in my hand,

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

Now, Frank, listen,
these mortuary guys,

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

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

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

- Hello.
- Oh, hi, Father.

- Feeling better?
- Much.

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

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

Maybe his receptionist
can help you.

Thank you.

Who's Dr. Boxwell?

Chief of Medicine
here at the hospital,

and Anthony Newton's
admitting physician.

Come in.

- Good morning.
- Morning.

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

and this is Sister Stephanie.

I was Anthony Newton's roommate.

The man who passed
away last night.

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

Yes, Father Dowling.

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

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

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

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

That's right.

Anything else I can do?

Thank you, never mind.

Aha! Father Dowling, I presume.

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

Carl Boxwell, chief of Medicine.

Frank Dowling, and
this is Sister Stephanie.

Good deduction, doctor.

Observation, Father.

The Roman collar
was a dead giveaway.

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

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

He was part of our
indigent program.

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

Camie, let me see his file.

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

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

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

Well, thanks all the same.

He wasn't wearing a bracelet.

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

For someone who
went to all that trouble

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

Frank, remember those
guys from the mortuary?

They've been
talking about a boss.

Do you think they meant Boxwell?

I think maybe we
better find that mortuary.

Yeah, High Vista View Mortuary?

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

Newton. N-E-W...

You don't?

Are you sure?

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

All right, thanks.

Got any more, Frank?

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

And not one of them has
heard of Anthony Newton.

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

but I think that we
have hit a dead end.

Father Prestwick?

Oh, Father Dowling, you're back.

Phil, good heavens,
what's wrong?

Yeah, you look awful.

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

My throat is sore.

I think my tongue is swelling.

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

Did you go see a doctor?

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

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

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

Marie, you make me
sound like a hypochondriac.

You have no idea how
many potentially fatal diseases

begin with symptoms like
stiff neck and congested nose.

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

Well, I'm trying
to think positively.

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

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

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

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

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

- In the kitchen.
- Oh, thank you.

- Steve.
- Yeah.

Three doctors not only
had knowledge of the victim,

but they also had access to him.

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

Frank, maybe we're
missing the obvious here.

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

What if Newton
wasn't an indigent?

What if he had
something to do with Bell?

Well, now, what
makes you think that?

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

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

Yeah, but maybe Bell
himself was the killer.

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

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

Somebody somewhere
must have known him.

How about giving me a ride?

Um, can Phil take you?

And just what are
you gonna be doing?

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

Steve.

You don't think I'd
do something stupid

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

It did cross my mind.

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

Phil.

Oh, feeling better?

Meds.

Mr. Bell?

Yeah.

What?

You're Eddie Bell?

Junior. Who are you?

Steve Oskowski.

Steve?

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

It's my dumb name.

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

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

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

I've heard of your dad.

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

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

Hmm.

So, what are you in for, Eddie?

You having some kind
of surgery or something?

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

Man, that must be
pretty scary, huh?

I'm not scared.

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

He doesn't want
anything to happen to you.

Nothing scares my dad.

Well, I'm sure your
operation does.

He must love you
a lot, you know.

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

to show how much he loves you.

Yeah, maybe you're right.

Yeah, I'm right.

So listen, I've gotta go,

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

Steve?

You too.

Excuse me.

- Do you know that nurse?
- Why?

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

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

Hey, is there another
nurse in there?

Where do you think you're going?

Come on, we've gotta scrub up.

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

The killer was wearing
a heavy gold bracelet,

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

I don't understand.
Why would anybody go

to so much trouble to
kill a homeless man?

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

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

at one of these missions
who knew Tony Newman.

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

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

These places are
teeming with germs.

Here you go. Good luck.

Newton? Sure I knew Tony,

but he doesn't come
around here anymore.

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

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

He died last night.

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

Father Garcia, do
you know of any reason

why someone would
want to kill him?

Are you kidding?

Well, did he ever get
into a serious fight,

or rub somebody the wrong way?

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

He kept to himself.

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

Why would anyone want
to kill a guy like Tony?

I wish I knew.

Father Prestwick?

Phil?

Home?

Home.

Honestly, give one of
these guys a stethoscope,

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

You're new. You'll find out.

Well, some of these
doctors seem pretty nice.

What about Dr. Boxwell?

Boxwell? He's the worst.

Oh, come on, really?

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

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

Dr. Riley's pet charity.

What, you don't like him either?

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

Especially since he is the
biggest moneygrubber around.

Any of these guys you do like?

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

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

I wanna send flowers.

Where they all go,
honey. Shady Acres.

Hello, girls.

Here comes Boxwell.

Watch his hands.

Hey, don't overdo it.

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

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

Marie?

I can't remember.

How much of this am
I supposed to take?

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

Oh, has it been four
hours since lunch?

Phil, it's not quite 2.

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

How much of that cold
medicine did you take?

Not enough.

I'll just go lie down.

Hello, Shady Acres? MAN: Yeah.

Could I talk to your
funeral director, please?

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

Oh, well, how long
will he be busy?

A couple hours, I guess.

At least till they get
back from the cemetery.

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

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

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

and we just handle pickups.

Okay, well, thanks very much.

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

I recognize his voice.

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

What? Why are you looking at me?

Shady Acres Mortuary.

Oh, yes, hello.

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

Where?

St. Michael's Rectory.

Yeah, that's right.

Okay. How soon?

Fine. That's just fine.

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

No, you were great, Marie.

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

Thank you, Marie,
you were wonderful.

I was pretty good, wasn't I?

Hello?

Hello?

Hello?

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

Yeah, they said St.
Michael's Rectory.

Hello?

Never mind. Here he is.

Some homeless guy must
have crawled in here and died.

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

Grow up.

- Okay, ready?
- Up.

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

Shady Acres.

Oh, Shady Acres.

Shady Acres!

Ah! You're the mortuary drivers?

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

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

I really... I don't.

Frank, is that...?

Anthony Newton.

Rest in peace, my son.

- Steve?
- Yeah.

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

Yeah, it is.

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

It's very odd.

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

for a charity case.

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

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

It says that he was released
from Ellison Memorial

by Dr. Brent Riley.

Riley? My Dr. Riley?

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

following surgery to remove
a subdural cerebral cyst.

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

It also says that he
was born in Kentucky,

but his body is being
shipped to New York.

Dr. Riley.

Dr. Riley.

- Dr. Riley.
- What?

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

as the releasing physician
from Ellison Memorial.

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

It says "no next of kin."

No next of kin. No next of kin.

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

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

These people don't have anybody.

Yeah, well, that's not all.

Every one of these
bodies is being shipped

to either Miami,
New York or L.A.

What is going on here?

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

and then they...

And then they brought me here.

Why did they bring me here?

Ow, ow. Ow!

It's a cover.

That's it.

Father Prestwick, your
admitting papers say

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

No, no, no.

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

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

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

Well, whatever happened, Father,

I'm afraid you are
suffering from a concussion.

Now, there may be fluid
seeping into your brain.

This will help
reduce the clotting.

Fluid?

Clotting?

Dear Lord, on top
of everything else?

Doctor, what are the
symptoms for brucellosis?

There you are, doctor.

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

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

Oh, Eunice, that
was very careless.

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

with my bracelet.

Your bracelet?

Dr. Riley, you?

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

I'm going to the police.

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

Oh...

Call OR. Schedule emergency
surgery for Father Prestwick.

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

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

- Hey, Frank?
- Hmm?

This part is stitched with
a different color thread.

Wonder what they use this for?

I don't wanna know.

I was wrong. You
can take it with you.

Where did all this
money come from?

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

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

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

he might think of killing
indigents with no family ties.

Nobody to come asking for him.

They could ship
the bodies anywhere.

Yeah, and caskets
stuffed with cash.

We cracked it, Frank.

Hey.

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

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

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

It was still chancy
taking him to the hospital.

Riley will handle
it. After he's done,

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

Hey, come on, open up!

Open up!

Patient being
prepped, Dr. Riley.

Dr. Riley's gonna
operate, where?

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

Dr. Dixon.

Don't!

- Get them out of here.
- No!

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

Dr. Dixon, Riley, he
killed Anthony Newton,

and now he's about
to kill Father Prestwick.

- Yes, I know.
- This is ridiculous.

You have no right to be in here.

Dr. Riley, get away
from that table.

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

until the police arrive.
- Yes, sir.

Start bringing him out.

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

- You knew.
- Yes, thanks to you.

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

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

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

Frank, he's awake.

Did I make it?

Yes, you made it.

Oh, thank God.

Mm.

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

Life is precious.

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

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

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

What? Oh.

Sorry, Sister.

You have no idea how
bland hospital food can be.

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

Your home cooking.

Why, thank you, Father.

I hope you'll feel better soon.

Well, as I said, Marie,

- life...
- Is precious.

Yes, we know that, Phil.

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

Sister Stephanie, are
you aware of the statistics

for accidental injury
in modern hospitals?

Oh, we certainly are.