-You know I have to do this every two years and I still get the jitters.
-Trust your own judgement Ray. Be honest with them.
-This is a psyche review Benny not a confessional.
Now if you tell them what's really on your mind, you'll spend the rest of your career filling out traffic reports.
Now if I say mother to you, what is the first thing that pops into your mind.
-Father. - Brother. -Sister.
-Okay, that's good. It's the easy ones that trip you up one.
Mother, father, brother, sister, mother, father, brother, sister.
-Ray, these are professionals. Won't they know if you've rehearsed your answers?
-Oh they may suspect but they won't be able to prove it.
-Now I go in there unprepared and they say brother and I say naked
I'm gonna be explaining myself away for the next two weeks.
-You'd say naked?
-I'm talking hypothetically.
-I'm sorry Ray but it sounds like you're drawing from personal experience.
-Well you know, me and my brother used to take baths together when we were younger.
What's wrong with that?
-Well nothing. It just seems like an odd response.
-Ya see? Ya see? Even you're reading stuff into this.
You say something innocent like that and the next thing you know they're trying to convince you
that you have dreams of seeing your mother naked.
-You have dreams of your mother naked?
-I said brother.
-You said mother.
-I know what I said. I said brother.
It's my dream, I should know who's in it.
-Well how long you been having this dream?
-There is no dream. I made it up.
-I'm sure it doesn't mean anything Ray.
Voice: -All staff on fifth floor unit. Emergency.
-How did he get out of the ward?
-I don't know.
-Jumper.
-What's his name?
-He's a John Doe. Come on.
-Hi.
How are you doing today?
-I can't find him!
-Who's that?
-Oh man. I gotta stop him.
He's really gonna hurt himself.
-There's no one else out here.
-Yes there is. I saw him. He was out here. I saw him out here.
-Well maybe I can help.
-Don't go near him Benny, He'll take you down with him.
-Oh how? How you gonna help?
-Well, I'm a Mountie.
-A Mountie?
You don't look like a Mountie.
-Well you know, the red uniform it's really mostly for special occasions.
Although they do seem to insist that I wear mine more often--
-You always get your man that.
-You know that's a popular misconception.
It really isn't our motto.
It was invented by the writer of an early black and white movie.
Our actual motto is - Maintain the right. Which admittedly... -Benny -... may not be as--
-Yes.
Yes we do often get our man.
-Okay.
He told me to meet him at the house.
He wasn't there and it's not my fault.
Not my fault I was late. I missed the bridge.
-Yeah, that can happen.
-That's right huh?
So do you know where he is?
-Fraser, just tell him what he wants to hear.
-No I don't.
-Well then I am too late.
He's down there.
He's down there isn't he?
-No. He's inside. I saw him inside.
-You saw Ty?
-Yes.
-Where the Hell's a doctor. They never around?
-Let's get you back to your ward, okay?
-Where is he? Where is Ty?
Hey, he's not here.
Where is Ty?
-I'm sorry.
-Hey you lied to me.
But he's not here, you lied to me.
-Come on.
-Why did you lie to me?
Look you've got to stop him for me.
Ya gotta find him for me, please!
-What ya gonna do, huh?
-Find Ty.
-Oh come on Fraser, he said he was looking for Ty.
For all we know we could be looking for an article of clothing.
-We'll start with what we know,Ray.
We know from Elaine that John Doe was taken to the hospital after being turned in by a bus driver.
-Yeah, five years ago.
-It's been almost that long since I've been behind a wheel.
-You remember him?
-Hard to forget. Poor guy.
He rode my bus for weeks.
Kept wanting me to take him to some house.
-Did you always drive the same route?
-Route number nine. You know I still don't know what he meant though.
Seemed harmless enough. He in some kind of trouble?
-No. -Yes
-What did he do?
-Just ride it. One end to the other looking out the window.
I never made him pay. It didn't seem right seeing I wasn't actually taking him anywhere.
Anyway, my shift ends and he wouldn't get off. He kept saying I had to take him there now.
I reached over to take his arm and he takes a swing at me.
He wouldn't get off no matter, what could I do? I called the cops.
-Well we don't have a record of charges filed.
-Nah. I didn't have the heart to lock him up.
Cops said they'd take him to the psyche ward for seventy two hours.
Check him out. I figured couple, three days with some doctor's probably do him some good.
-Well he's been in there ever since.
No I.D. No name. No home.
Possibly violent. He's one of the few they didn't dump back in the streets.
-Jeese.
-Do you remember where he wanted to go?
-No, uh, I don't know, uh.
Mark's house, Marty's house, uh, it's been five years.
-Well we appreciate your time.
-Listen fellas, if I'd known they were gonna lock him up, I'd've never made that call.
You know what I mean. I might have just -...
... Mike's house. That's it. He might have called it Mike's house.
I can't believe I remembered that.
Human mind, pretty weird thing, huh?
-Yes it is.
-Why are you doing this to me Fraser?
-Well I told him I'd help.
-You tell that to everybody.
So what are we going to do sit on this bus until Ty gets on?
-You know, I looked into that man's eyes when I was on that ledge, Ray, and I saw a man who was lost.
You can lose your job, you can lose you home and it could be devastating.
But if you lose yourself you have nothing.
-Fraser, the guy was looking for Mike's house on a bus that travels a twelve mile circuit.
Do you have any idea how many Mike's live on this bus route?
No. And neither do I and neither does anybody.
-We're on the wrong bus.
-This is the number nine.
-Well he couldn't find the house again because he was on the wrong bus so he didn't make a transfer.
-Oh is that what it says there? Transfer here to Mike's house.
-No. He told us. He was late because he missed the bridge.
-Okay so let's say he transfers here, seven bus route's pass over this bridge.
How are we going to know which bus he took?
-Excuse me, can you take us to Mike's House, please?
-Don't you think you're being a wee bit desperate?
-Well since he asked the bus driver to take him to Mike's house, he must have had reason to think the bus driver knew
where Mike's house was.
-Fraser, there's a guy on my corner who asks me every morning if I've seen God.
Do you think he really expects me to point him out?
-Well you know if you did Ray, perhaps he'd stop asking.
-Excuse me, could you take us to Mike's house, please?
He didn't seem to know where it was.
Ah, here comes another one.
-Well it did take seven tries Ray.
-I'm telling you this guy is taking us for a ride. He has no idea where Mike's house is.
He's probably gonna drop us off in the middle of nowhere and laugh himself sick all the way back down town.
-I wonder what Ty was doing that Mr. Doe felt he had to stop.
-Fraser, the guy's insane, he could be talking about Ty Cobb or Ty Babalonia.
Maybe he wasn't her to stop figure skating, which by the way I prefer women stop immediately.
-This is your stop.
Around the corner, first house on the right, you can't miss it.
-Thank you kindly.
-Yep, I can hear him laughing already.
-What did I tell ya?
Stop! Stop! Police.
Stop! I'm going to bust this guy for something.
-What's the problem.
-There's nothing there, Chuckles.
-They must have moved. It's a place nobodies asked to go in years.
-Do you know where Mike is?
-I think he was killed in the fourteenth Century.
-Oh great, at least now we got a murder investigation on our hands.
-Sit down, sit down, I'll take you to the church.
-St. Michael's Halfway House for Troubled Juveniles.
I thought that a little stuffy.
Apparently so did the rest of the kids. Now they just call it Mike's House.
The first one burned down about four years ago.
We couldn't afford to rebuild so we just rented a place and reopened again.
Too many of our young people are turning to crime.
We try to subtly put a little bit of spirituality back into them.
If they don't see it come, they may not know it happened. I just wish it had happened for Ty.
-Was he a bad kid?
-No just took to drugs. Showed great promise.
Natural athlete.
Looked after his brother Walter.
Now Walter made all city. Now there was a nice boy.
-May I? Ray?
-You know him?
-Yes. Do you know where we could find Ty?
-He died about five years ago.
-I'm sorry.
-Well thank you Father, you've been a great help.
-You're welcome.
-Oh so how did he die?
-Suicide. Climbed out on the ledge of his apartment. Jumped.
Walter took it very hard.
Blamed himself.
He was late.
Yeah, got home from work a few minutes after it happened.
Poor lad, haven't seen him in years. I hope he's doing well.
If you see him, tell him to drop by.
-I will. Thank you Father.
-God bless.
-So what you gonna tell him?
-Well I don't know if he'll hear it, but I owe him the truth.
When his brother died five years ago then there never was anyone on that ledge.
-This concrete is white.
-Oh it's a color we like to use for sidewalks in America.
-You know, the Inuit have sixty words to describe snow, Ray, one third of them concern the color.
-Eskimos don't have a lot to do in the winter, huh?
-Compare this patch with the rest I think you'll discover this area has been bleached.
And recently.
Someone was on that ledge, Ray.
And they ended up here.
-Look just let it go okay Fraser?
His brother killed himself and then he went nuts.
Now I feel for the guy but overly clean cement is not enough evidence.
-I think he saw someone on that ledge Ray.
The similarity between the incidences made him believe it was his brother--
-The guy is crazy.
-Delusional people don't simply make things up.
-Yes they do. That's the unique quality that makes them delusional.
-No-no, what I mean is that their delusions are usually grounded in something drawn from the real world.
They may be distort, they may be exaggerated, they may be joggled, they may be romanticized.
-All right, all right. If somebody jumped, where's the body.
-Why I'm sure it'll show up.
-Vecchio, they just fished a body out of the river near Michigan.
The lt. says he'll meet you down there.
-On the way.
-Look it doesn't prove anything okay. Bodies turn up everyday in this city.
-No I'm sure that's the case.
-Oh all right, I would have sured theory?
The guy jumped from the fifth floor of the hospital, caught a thermal updraft and flew the sixteen blocks to the river.
-Well that's just silly Ray.
-It's a joke.
-Morning Detective.
-Ah, morning lieutenant.
-You know I was trying to figure out why I missed you so much yesterday afternoon
then I realized, you weren't there.
Now perhaps you can explain Detective, how an entire working day can go by without you doing any actual police work.
-A missing person sir.
-Who?
-Ty
-Yes, sir.
-Babalonia.
-Uh, no sir.
-Ah it's too bad. We don't see enough of her anymore.
-Ah no we don't sir.
-Are you aware we have a naked corpse over there?
-Uh, yes I am sir.
Oh...I'll uh, go check that out sir.
-Good thinking.
-Got a cause of death?
-You want to know before tomorrow, talk to a gypsy.
-All right, look, see the Mountie over there? Tell him he drowned.
-Forget it.
-Come on, there's no law against lying to Canadians. I'd owe you one.
-Like you'd ever have something I'd want.
-It would appear he was dead before he hit the water.
-You haven't even looked at the body yet.
-Good morning Dr. Pearson. Am I right?
-The ice maiden ain't talking.
-You're right.
-Now look, I'm saying he jumped off the bridge and died on impact.
-Although I doubt that he'd take off all his clothes before jumping.
Multiple fractures, twenty, twenty one possibly twenty three broken bones.
-You hit water from high enough and it's like landing on pavement.
-By high enough you mean?
-A lot higher than that bridge.
-And if he did land on concrete?
-Maybe fifty feet?
-Five stories.
It's the exact height of that ledge.
Thank you.
Diefenbaker.
Diefenbaker. Come.
-I'm terribly sorry about this.
But you see, in the village where he grew up there were very few people with blond hair
and as a result ever since we've come to Chicago he's been...
how shall I put this...
...transfixed.
Anyway, that's not the problem.
The problem is, he has a tendency to take advantage of situations.
You cannot expect her to give you a lift home just because the others did.
Dr. Pearson's a very busy person.
-No, I'll be glad to.
-Although that's very kind of you.
But you see that would play right into his tendency to manipulate.
-It's no problem.
-Well, thank you Dr. Pearson.
-Esther.
-Esther Pearson?
You wouldn't by any way be related to...
-No
Of course you wouldn't.
Thank you kindly.
-Ray.
Who ever dumped that body didn't want us to know who he was or where he came from.
-Ah Fraser, I'm begging you please.
-There's something going on inside that hospital Ray.
-You're crazy!
-That's a good idea.
-So you're a Mountie are you?
-Constable.
Royal Canadian Mounted Police. Yeah.
-Here in Chicago.
-Well, you see I used to live in the Yukon
but I uncovered a plot that involved drowning caribou
and then some men who were dressed in white came after me with homicidal intentions.
It's a rather long story and it takes exactly two hours to tell
but the upshot of it is I was sent here.
I think I embarrassed some people in the government.
-Do you have anyone who can vouch for you here?
-Well, yes, there's my wolf.
Although I'm not sure he would vouch for me.
If you know anything about lupine behavior,
you know how moody they are and on top of that he's deaf.
-Name?
-I'd rather not say.
Ah.
-I couldn't stop it
and uh,
I should have been there.
-John you couldn't stop something from happening that didn't happen.-
-No-no, he was there.
I saw him out there.
-John, do you remember when you first came here?
Do you remember what you said?
-I think I've got to do something.
-Let's see your file, John.
Take a look at it.
You see what it says there?
Says here you were looking for Ty and you wanted to stop him.
-Yes but you see I saw him uh oh...
... yesterday. I saw him yesterday.
-Look at your file John.
That was five years ago.
He couldn't have been out on the ledge yesterday.
Not the day before.
-Yeah.
It's very clear.
-You're getting a lot better lately John.
A lot better. You know that.
You don’t want to go back to the way you were, I know that.
-I don´t know.
No, I really don't.
-So...
what did you see on the ledge?
-Uh...nothing.
-You’re doing just fine.
-Is he in the test group?
-Yes.
You won’t have any problems with him.
Our problem, is with your drug.
Five suicides now! That’s totally unacceptable in a sample of fifty!
-Forty-five patients with marked improvement.
I prefer to see the glass as half-full.
-You think this is a joke?
-Uh, no, Will.
What I think is that you are overreacting.
-Overreacting?
We have a body dumped in the river and that...
...how the hell did I let this happen?
-How many manic-depressives are in this country?
-I don’t want to hear this speech again!
-You know as well as I do that nothing,
not a drug out there can help them
as much as this one has helped those people in there.
-But it’s killing them for God’s sakes!
Five people have taken their lives!
-Five people who had suicidal tendencies before you ever put them on this drug.
You know that.
There is nothing in the material that links Eighty-Forty with...
-Oh, come on, we’re writing the materials, and we keep sanitizing it!
Every death is just swept under the rug!
-The trials will be over soon.
In two weeks we’ll go to the FDA and it’ll be out of your hands.
-And it’ll go on to kill how many more people?
-You know damn well that even if they approve it tomorrow,
this thing won’t hit the market for another two years,
and by then we’ll reduce the risk factor to acceptable levels.
But if we have to start over again,
my company can’t afford another five years of testing.
We’ll go under.
And with us will go a drug
that could have done a hell of a lot of people a hell of a lot of good.
And you’re stock won’t be worth a damn thing.
Who knows about the jumper?
-Just one of the psychiatric assistants.
-Danny?
-Yeah.
-He’s a good man. I’ll take care of him.
Okay, he was a John Doe, right?
-Yes.
-Then find another one. Give him the same patient number.
Fifty patients need to come through this test, Will.
Fifty living patients.
It’s only two more weeks.
You find me a John Doe.
-You get in line here and they'll give you your medicine.
-Thank you kindly.
-You behave and we'll get along just fine.
You act up and we'll have to take away your privileges.
-What privileges might those be?
-You want to keep wearing that hat?
-I prefer to.
-Then you be a good boy and take all your medicine.
-Oh so I shall.
-Don't take your feet off the ground.
-Okay.
-If you take your feet off the ground they'll kill you.
-Really?
-They've been trying to kill me for years.
But I sleep with my feet off the ground.
Rubber soles, they insulate against electricity.
-You're absolutely correct.
-I know.
-Hi.
-Hi. You're the guy from the ledge.
-Yes sir. I would prefer no one else knew.
-You're a patient here?
-I was admitted for evaluation.
-Well I'm sorry to hear that.
-Who was it you saw on that ledge.
-You'd rather not talk about it.
-Listen, you just got here okay so you don't know anything.
Believe me. I've been here a long time and I just want to get better and get out.
-Are you?
-Are I what?
-Getting better.
-It doesn't matter what I think.
-I would've thought that's the only thing that matters.
-Don't worry about him. Doesn't know what he knows.
-Yeah. You don't look like Winston.
-Well I'm not.
-You're on his spot. That is Winston's spot.
-What happen to Winston?
-He wouldn't tell them his name and they killed him.
-Took his feet off the ground. You standing on his spot.
-They take you to the blue room.
-There's no blue room. Don't listen to me I don't know what I know.
-Actually I don't know what I don't know.
-Shuffle.
-Oh right.
-Here you go John.
Hi, who are you?
-I'd rather not say.
-He's John Doe.
-There must be a mistake here.
-No-no-no-no. It's right here. Number thirty-six.
-Nobody tells me anything.
-Could you tell me where the blue room is?
-I'm sorry, There's no blue room on this ward. Only beige. It's suppose to be calming.
-Whoa-Whoa-Whoa. Drink your water.
The whole thing.
-Your friend, the Ice Maiden finally served up an autopsy report on the John Doe by the river.
-Cause of death.
-He was struck by a blunt object. Probably a sidewalk.
And the pharmacology report turned up something interesting in his system.
The ME. called it some kind of MAO inhibitor. No buzz, no street value.
-Prescription?
-FDA has no record of it. Completely unregistered.
-I think I know what it is.
-Ew! How long has that been in there?
-Two and a half hours.
-Don't those things dissolve?
-The key is to control your saliva ducts.
They've been giving this to every patient on the ward.
-Just put it in there.
I'll check it out.
So how's the food?
-Hi.
Hi. How we doing today?
-Some days are better than others.
-Can I ask you a question?
Do you know how long you've been in here?
-I'm insane, not stupid.
-Sorry.
-Yeah, today I know.
-Can we talk about Ty?
What was Winston like?
-Quiet. He never talked. Paranoid.
-Oh, so what happen to him?
-Why are you asking us all these things?
-You were here. You see things.
-I know where it is.
-What's that?
-Cramer. He went to the blue room.
-You don't know anything.
-So where's Cramer then?
-Don't go to the blue room.
-Is that where Winston went?
-I told him. If he takes his feet off the floor.
-There is no blue room.
-What do you know. You're delusional.
-Can you show me where it is?
-You believe me?
-Yes.
-You're scaring me.
-I'll go with you. Come on, come on. Feet on the floor.
-You guys are wasting your time.
-This is the blue room?
-Yeah, it could be here.
-This is it?
-That's right.
-The blue room?
-Yeah, that's it.
-Don't ever go in there.
-Unless you really have to.
-Which way did they go?
-North by northwest.
-What was that all about?
-I think they're tracking something.
-Uh.
-Hello? This way.
-Well keep an eye on the new one will ya? He could be dangerous.
-The Blue Room.
-Yeah this is the blue room.
-Hi.
-Come on in.
One of the patients said something and I was just trying to remember where I heard it.
My father used to quote it. It's from Hamlet.
'I am but mad. North by northwest.
When the wind is southerly, I know the difference between a Hawk and a Handsaw.'
-You ain't helping them you know.
People see things.
Sometimes they do but that doesn't mean that they're real.
That doesn't mean that it happened.
-Well I'm not sure about that. Quite often I see things that nobody else seems to.
-Well, that's why you're here.
-Yes, I suppose so.
-It's a curious thing, reality--isn't it?
-Yep.
-So much of the time it seems to be--a matter of what you believe.
A lot of people believe in something and that becomes reality--at least for them.
And then some people find it easier to make a new reality.
Especially if the truth is too painful.
But I think you know that, don't you Walter?
-Is that who I am?
-No. That's just your name. Walter Sparks.
But I don't need your name to know who you are.
-Well, I'm not who you think I am.
-It wasn't your fault.
-Yes, it was. I was late.
-Ty made his own decision.
-You know sometimes that's clear.
Sometimes it is but sometimes I think uh, it probably would have been easier if I'd killed myself.
-Maybe it would have been.
You know, my mother died when I was very young.
I don't remember a lot about that time except...except my father's beard.
I don't remember him crying or talking about her.
I just woke up one morning and I noticed he had a beard, and it kept getting longer and longer
and he got thinner and he stopped going to work.
My mother died and my father stopped living.
And then one morning I woke up and there was a breakfast waiting for me at the table.
Oatmeal and uh, sliced banana. And he was clean shaven and he was crying.
-Well your dad was a very strong man.
-He just woke up and the wind was from the south
and he found he still knew the difference between a hawk and a handsaw.
-The visitor room's being painted. You can meet in here.
-Got the lab results back on those pills. You know it's the same drug.
-They must be conducting clinical tests here.
The man you pulled out of the river, his name was Winston.
The drug was connected to his death
and I think they are covering up in order to falsify test results.
Now what I haven't been able to figure out is where the blue room is.
Somehow it's associated with the deaths.
-Okay, only one problem with your theory.
The lab says no way the drug is lethal. Worst case is it'll cause some depression.
-I didn't listen to what they were telling me.
Well I did but I listened with my eyeballs.
-You know you're really beginning to scare me.
-Do you know Ray all communication is a clue of one kind or another
if you don't understand the language it makes no sense.
They weren't talking about the color blue, they were talking about the emotion.
The drug causes depression, they went into the blue room, they killed themselves.
-Okay, I'll be back in twenty with a warrant.
-Ray, who did you tell you were coming here?
-Nobody why? I misunderstood the question.
I told everybody I know. I told the states attorney, I told the sheriff, I even told my mother.
-Another John Doe?
-I don't think they're really painting the visiting room Fraser.
Will you take a look at this room?
It looks like something out of the dark ages.
They'll probably give us shock treatment. I don't react well to shock treatment.
-Calm down Ray. They're not going to do anything like that. They're going to kill us.
-Yeah. Of all of those are contradictory thought.
Heeeeeellllllp!
-He's a real Mountie. And his pal's a real cop.
Yes. Yes. They're under control.
No I'm not going to do that.
Covering up a couple of suicides. I can some how rationalize but not murder.
No. You'll have to think of something else.
Yes.
I'll be waiting.
-Coward.
-Heeeeeellllllp!
-It would appear to be a sound proof room.
-You gotta better plan?
-Yes, relax.
-That's a plan?
-The more you struggle Ray the tighter it becomes.
All you have to do is relax completely.
Dislocate your shoulder and pull your arm out of the sleeve.
-Yeah, or you can yell.
-Oh yeah. That would work too. Hang on one second.
A dead Bolt. Keyless entry. Sealed frame, ----------------from the outside.
-There's no windows on the sealed door. You might as well just leave my straight jacket on.
-Well if something got in with the door being locked, we should be able to get outside.
-Oh, did something get in?
-Yes. Air. In spite of being in a hermetically sealed room, we haven't suffocated.
-You know there's only one problem with that. We're a lot bigger than air.
-Air's flowing through the padding.
I sharpened my buckle.
-You anticipated cutting your way out of a rubber room?
-You've got to finish what you started Martin.
-Bolted shut.
-Archemedes said, 'Give me a fulcrum and a lever long enough and I can move the world.'
-I want nothing to do with this.
-You're in Doc. The appropriate time to battle with your conscience is long since past you by.
-Why do I always have to be the fulcrum.
-Stop moving Ray, you're dispersing the energy.
-They were here. They were locked in!
-Where does that go?
-Fraser, I don't think this is the way out of here.
-They'll discover we're missing in a matter of minutes.
Maybe less. By the time we got back with a warrant
there'd be no evidence left to seize. Come on.
-I bet if you opened your eyes you wouldn't miss the keyboard.
-Although I saw the nurse type in the password, I didn't actually see it.
-Watching with your ears were you?
-Yes. You see, each finger applies a different pressure to each key
so each sounds slightly different of course that varies from person to person.
-What did this one sound like.
-Something like to the tune of 'I've been working on the railroad'
-Last chance Dinah.
-Perhaps it was the refrain.
It was Dinah blow your horn.
-Security says they haven't left the building. I had them post an extra man on each exit.
-Okay we got it.
Alright people back in your rooms.
-Hey, what's going on?
-They aren't here.
-Who you looking for?
-No one.
- All right, that’s the last of them. All five of the deceased and their medical histories.
-Good, now we can get out of here.
- Maybe not.
-You boys just got yourselves a trip to the Blue Room.
- Don’t worry.
- All right, people, step aside.
-There’s a lot of other people who can get hurt here.
-All right, come on, step aside, people, step aside.
Now nothing’s happening here. Nothing’s happening here, get back to your beds.
-Hey, I’m a cop, do something!
-Back to your beds!
-They want to kill us!
-Me too!
-Come on, do something!
-They’re confused, Ray.
-Back to your beds. All right, step aside, people.
-Where you taking ‘em?
-Nowhere. Now just step aside.
-No, you’re taking them somewhere.
-Look, nothing is happening here. Now you’re getting better, John.
Don’t start imagining things again. Trust me!
-Trust what you see, Walter.
-Do you really want to spend the rest of your life in here?
-All right, come on, people, back to your beds.
-AAAAAAAH!
-Hold her down!
-Help!! Help!!Somebody!
-Did anyone else come through here?
-Not past us.
All right. South hallway, Farmer and an orderly.
Check all the offices!
-Don’t come out here! Not unless you want them scraping both of us off the pavement.
-Am I wearing a funny hat? Do I look like a Mountie? Jump. What do I care.
-I have a medical degree, officer. Your high school reverse psychology isn’t going to work on me.
-What psychology? I ain’t going out on that ledge!
-Goodbye, Detective.
-Okay, okay. I’m coming out! Don’t jump.
-Sorry.
-Fraser! One second.
-The fact is, Detective, I know what I did and I know what’s going to happen to me.
-FRASER!
-You know your Shakespeare, Doctor?
-I...don’t...get much...chance...to read.
- Well you will.
Ray, you want to give me a-a hand here?
-I’m coming, I’m coming.
-He’s finishing up. You can go on down.
-Thank you, Father.
-Vecchio, huh? You Catholic?
-Father Behan says this place has never been so clean.
-Yeah, I guess I’m a little bit compulsive.
-How are you?
-Good. I’m doing okay. I miss Ty. And for the first time I really miss Ty.
-I’m sorry.
-No, it’s okay. That’s good.
In a funny way it means I kinda have him back again.
I’d rather miss him than forget him, anyway.