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- I'm padding the job.

We got an autopsy on the boy.

Yes.

Kintry didn't die from

the decapitation.

He was injected with a drug

called succinylcholine.

They use it in electroshock therapy.

But injecting 10 milligrams...

...for each 50 pounds of body weight

causes immediate and total paralysis.

He couldn't move while

the killer was cutting him up.

- He was conscious?

- Yes. He was fully aware.

The drug attacks

the respiratory system.

He died from slow asphyxiation.

Ms. Scott, report to nurses' station.

Father Dyer. Joseph Dyer. D-Y-E-R.

- He's in room 411. It's down there.

- 411.

Dr. Miller, line 118.

What's this nonsense?

- Nothing's wrong. Just some tests.

- They had no rabbit?

- I don't know you.

- Reading Women's Wear Daily?

Am I supposed to give spiritual advice

in a vacuum? Is that for me?

I found it in the street.

I thought it suited you.

You said nothing's wrong.

My brother Eddie

had these symptoms for years.

- Eddie died at 30.

- So? He got killed in Vietnam.

- Could be a connection.

- What?

You sure it's not serious?

Shut up about Eddie!

- It was nerves.

- You make people nervous.

- Only sinners.

- Everybody!

- Is everything all right, guys?

- We're fine!

- I'm just tired.

- Well, call the desk and book a room.

- I brought a burger.

- I'm not hungry.

- Eat half. It's from Clyde's.

- Where's the other half from?

Space. Your native country.

- Who stuck this guy?!

- Peaceful here, isn't it?

Idyllic.

- Those will kill you, incidentally.

- They're quiet.

- Mr. Horowitz?

- Nope.

- This is 409?

- 411.

Never mind.

Go in peace, my child.

May the Schwartz be with you.

- Shouldn't you be reading the Gospels?

- They don't give the fashions.

- This is true.

- Damn right.

Gowns are boring.

Get me something to read.

- I've gotta go.

- Pick me something up.

- The grammar.

- The National Enquirer and Star.

There are missions in India.

Couldn't you find one?

These are last week's editions.

I'll leave this mystical conversation.

Aesthetics always gives me a headache.

- Is it something I said?

- Mother India is calling you.

Dr. Kincaid to Orthopedics, please.

EKG stat to ER. EKG stat to ER.

Father Kanavan's vocal cords

were paralyzed.

He couldn't make a sound, couldn't cry

for help. The killer took his time.

- Succinylcholine again?

- In precisely the proper dosage.

Too little has no effect.

Too much causes instant death.

Our friend has medical expertise.

Did we find a hypodermic at the scene?

- No syringe.

- The fingerprint analysis?

- Most of the prints were the priest's.

- You said most?

We've got something else.

Right here, on the inside pull

of this panel. It's strange.

- Nobody touches this but the priest.

- And the killer.

He wants the panel closed so the next

person doesn't know Kanavan's dead.

So he puts his hand in

and slides it almost shut.

Then he has to pull his hand out

and finish the job from the outside.

So the prints on the oars from

the crucified boy match the panel?

They're one and the same.

Well, aren't they?

Two different people

committed these murders?

- Where's Julie?

- At dance class.

- So late?

- Bill, it's only 1 0:00.

It's very late.

Your attention, please.

Your attention.

The 1 2:
18 to Elsewhere

now departing from track 11.

All passengers boarding

proceed to the gate.

Let me out of this damn casa blanca!

- It is!

- It isn't. It's out of bounds.

- The line is in bounds!

- It's not!

It hit the dirt!

Earth, come in. Can you hear us?

We are attempting to communicate.

- Come in, please.

- The living are deaf.

- We come here first.

- Lieutenant.

- How you doing?

- I'm sorry you were killed. I miss you.

I miss you too.

- I wonder if both of us are dreaming.

- No, Bill. I'm not dreaming.

Kinderman.

What are you telling me?

Hold it.

I've just never seen anything

like this in 20 years.

Dr. Bartlet, please call the operator.

Dr. Bartlet, please call the operator.

EKG stat to ER. EKG stat to ER.

Dr. Bartlet, please call the operator.

Dr. Bartlet, please call the operator.

What are these?

What are they? What's in them?

Father Dyer's entire blood supply.

What?

All of his blood?

And not a drop of it spilled.

All neat. There's not even

a smudge on the jars.

There's only the writing in his blood.

Writing?

On the wall.

- Dr. Hoffman, line 4 1 2, please.

- Lieutenant.

Take a squad of men.

Make sure all the hospital doors

are locked. Make a pattern search.

No one in. No one out.

Except for emergencies.

- No one.

- All right.

EKG stat to ER. EKG stat to ER.

Now...

...what time was the body discovered?

- At 6.

- By whom?

You saw him at 5 a. m?

- Yes, that's right.

- He was awake?

- He was awake. I gave him medication.

- How long did it take you?

- About a minute.

- And then what?

I came back to the desk.

You were here until

you saw Father Dyer again at 6:00?

That's right.

- Were you here or inside the office?

- I was inside, writing reports.

If someone entered his room

between when you left and returned...

...you might not have seen them.

- Right.

- Did you see anyone go into the room?

- No, I didn't.

- Or leave the room?

- No, I didn't.

Did you see anybody in the hallway?

- Mrs. Clelia.

- You saw Mrs. Clelia walking around?

- No, not exactly.

- Not exactly?!

- I found her lying unconscious.

- When was that?

On my way to give the Father

his last medication.

- The 5 or the 6?

- The 6.

Mrs. Clelia is a patient?

- Yes, she is.

- In Neurology?

Dr. Randolph to Examining Bay 2.

Dr. Randolph to Examining Bay 2.

How we doing today?

They're all harmless.

Some more serious problems

here too, of course.

Some catatonics,

some with Alzheimer's, autism.

- Are you my son?

- I'd be very proud to believe so.

You're not my son.

There's your girl over there.

Mrs. Clelia?

- My name is William Kinderman.

- Yes.

- Would you help me, please?

- What about my radio?

- Pardon me?

- I said, my radio.

Aren't you gonna fix it?

Nothing ever gets fixed around here.

Just a bunch of pies and anchovies.

Go away! I don't ever talk

to strangers.

- I'm the radio repairman, Mrs. Clelia.

- Well, fix it.

- Well, what's wrong with it?

- Dead people talking.

It's right here. Do you see it?

Yes, I see it.

I knew you weren't a radio repairman.

That's a telephone I'm holding.

It's all right. A lot of people

wouldn't know the difference either.

It's all right.

You have a very kind face.

You will do well.

- You caught her on a talkative day.

- You being funny?

No, she's quasi-catatonic. In and out.

- What's this?

- The disturbed ward.

To get out...

...you punch a four-digit combo that

sends a signal to the control booth.

The inner door opens. The booth

operator checks through the glass.

- Every day, there's a new combination.

- I'd like to look around.

Bill.

Lieutenant...

...Dr. Freedman's gone ballistic, sir.

You need to come.

Death, be not proud

Though some have called thee

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