Diagnosis Murder (1993–2001): Season 1, Episode 1 - Miracle Cure - full transcript

When a man says in confessional he knows Father Morrissey has 'sinned', the priest takes a gun from a hollowed Bible, drives his car over him but finds the envelop he looks for gone, stolen seconds earlier by a girl. Father Morrissey even fakes stomach pain to be admitted in the same L.A. hospital, Community General, so he can administer a fatal injection, surprised only by bag lady Alice, who was just admitted for amnesia, however possibly still somewhat treatable. The physician in charge, Dr. Mark Sloane, smells a rat after Morrissey discharges himself and goes talk to Father Morrissey, coincidentally the parish priest of hospital administrator Norman Briggs. Sloane's son, LAPD Detective Steve Sloane, still only worries about his hair perhaps falling out, but the autopsy by Amanda Bentley-Livingston allows her witnessing friend, senior resident Dr. Jack Stewart, to trace a dragon tattoo to the Cobras, a gang of convicts a cousin of his belongs to...


Forgive me, Father,
for you have sinned.


Miss me?

Don't be late.


Isn't this great?

Yeah, great. Whoa!

Oh, come on.

I thought this would
be a great opportunity

for you students to find out

what emergency medical
treatment is firsthand.



MAN: Here we go.

Watch your step.

MAN 2: Great, I'll be careful.


What's this, a convention?

I'm Dr. Sloan and these are
my students. What do we got?

We got a lady we found
about 10 minutes ago.

We can't revive her.

Guy across the street at the
store says she calls herself Alice

and that's about all we got.


Alice, can you hear me?

Very weak pulse.
We'll need the mask.

Mask, please. All right, now,
there's no signs of trauma.

That's the first thing we check.

Get back more, please.


It's all right. Just lie still.

All right, let's get
her in the ambulance.


Give us a hand,
Harry. All right?

Easy does it.

MARK: You're all right.

MAN: All right, Mark. I'll let
you know when we're ready.



MAN 1: Did you see that?

MAN 2: What? I
didn't see anything.

Oh, no.

Oh, my God.

Did anyone call an
ambulance? I don't know.

Please! Call an ambulance!
MAN: Yeah, okay, I got it.

(SOBBING) Oh, God.

Oh, God.

He's dead.


MORRISSEY: Stand back, please.

Please, stand back.

Can you speak, my son?

"Who can separate us
from the love of Christ?

"Whether we live or
die, we are the Lord's.

"We have an everlasting
home in heaven.

"We shall be with
the Lord forever."

Where am I?

You're at Community
General Hospital.

I'm Dr. Bentley,
this is Dr. Stewart.

How's it going?


No, ma'am. I'm Dr. Sloan.

I always knew you'd
come back for me, Alfred.

Alice, I'm a doctor.

A doctor?

Oh, I'm proud of you, Alfred.

I never imagined
you'd become a doctor.

Alice, we'd like to
contact your family.

Can you tell us where they are?


Our song.

The dance.

Our last night.

Where was that, Alice?

What a sight you
were in your uniform.

An officer in the Navy.

I always knew you'd come back.

You remember, Alfred?

♪ Every time it rains ♪

♪ It rain... ♪

Rai... ♪ Pennies from heaven ♪

♪ Don't you know
each cloud contains ♪

♪ Pennies from heaven ♪

♪ You'll find your
fortune falling ♪

♪ All over town ♪

Excuse me, Dr. Sloan?

We got another emergency call.

Do you want to bring your
class? Yeah, thanks, Ed.

I'll be back, Alice.


Amanda? Yes?

Will you take my class? Sure.

Thanks. Mark, I gotta
ask you something.

What was that song
you were singing?

"Pennies from Heaven"?

"Pennies from Heaven"?
Oh, Jack, you are depressing.

Look, I think I'm
going to admit Alice.

Maybe she'll say something

to help us figure
out who she is.

Well, I wouldn't count on it.

Not with advanced Alzheimer's.

You think that's what she has?

Oh, come on, didn't you see her?

In her mind

the Allies just landed on
the beach at Normandy.


You don't think so, do you?

Well, I can't be sure.

First, we have to rule
out thyroid and stroke,

all the things that
have her symptoms.

Then if she has
Alzheimer's, we'll know.



How's he doing?

Not good, he's
had a lot of trauma.

We won't know for certain until
we get to the operating room.

Eyewitnesses said
he took a pretty bad hit.

He did. Who is he?

I don't know. No
ID on him, nothing.

What are you looking at?

Oh, nothing. You look different.

Oh? How's that?

I don't know. New haircut?


You're combing it differently?


My imagination, I guess.


MAN 1: All right, people, let's
move. MAN 2: Let's go, let's go!

Everybody on. Everybody on.

Get in there.

Let's go.




Hi. What are his odds, Dad?

He got hit pretty hard by that
car, but I think he's going to make it.

Yeah, we'll know by morning.

Call me if there's any problem
at home, Amanda. Sure thing.

Any idea who he is?

No ID, no wallet, nothing.

The only thing we have is a
witness who says it looks deliberate.


That's what he said.

Well, I got to go run
the paperwork on this.

I'll see you later. Okay.


SYSTEM: Resident on call to ER.

Resident on call to ER.

DELORES: Where have you been?

Boy, nice to see
you, too, Delores.

You must have been somewhere

'cause you certainly
haven't been here.

(GROANS) You left
your beeper off again.

Yeah. I was down in OR.

I keep forgetting
to turn that thing on.

(PAGER BEEPING) Well, maybe you'd
like to get reacquainted with your office.

The weasel was in here again.

Norman Briggs. Oh.

Your hospital administrator.

He wants to know why you
haven't cut the office budget?

Because there's nothing
left to cut, that's why.

Unless you want
to work for free.

(SCOFFS) I practically do now.

Now, I've got a stack of
messages on your desk

that's growing faster than
the mold in your refrigerator.

I've got to
double-check that IV.

You've got some bills here too.

I need a leash for that man.

Excuse me. There
was a hit-and-run victim

brought in this afternoon.

Where can I find him?


What's the trouble, Father?

Terrible pain right there.

Came in here, couldn't walk.

Take it easy. You
ever have this before?

Yes, once.

Kidney stone. Yeah,
that's a little better now.

Do you have a regular doctor?

No, no.

All right, all right.

Let's get you admitted.

I'll give you
something for the pain.

We'll run some
tests in the morning.

Oh, Doctor, I don't
want to be any trouble.

I think the sign says
that's why we're here.

And if it doesn't, it should.

Did you make it all right?

Yeah, I think so.




Who are you?

Are you God?

What is your name?

I used to know.

Where's Alfred?

Mmm-hmm. Take
me to Alfred, please.

Okay, I'll tell you what.

You wait for him here, okay?



There she is. Alice,
we've been looking for you.

Oh, I have to wait
here for Alfred.

SYSTEM: Code blue, ICU.

I'll go. Okay. Come with me.

Code blue, ICU. Come on.

I'll take you to see Alfred.

AMANDA: I'm so sorry, Mark.

Sloan: Did you adjust the IV?


Did anyone touch
it since I left?

Nobody's been in
here. Why do you ask?

I'm not sure.

STEVE: Dad, come on.

Steve, I was in
the operating room.

Where everything else was a mess

but his heart looked fine.

I think we've got our
roles reversed here.

I'm the homicide cop,
and you're the doctor.

But I think he
died of his injuries

and you think he was
murdered in the hospital.

All I'm saying is his heart
shouldn't have killed him.

And there was something
funny about that IV.

When I left him, I know
I put it in there securely.

Last night, it had
been loosened.

Which could have been
caused by any number of things.

And there were no
clear fingerprints.

My guy checked.

Isn't that five miles?


Well, somebody tried
to kill him with that car.

Right. We're
looking for the driver.

What if that same somebody snuck in
the hospital and tried to finish the job?

Dad, security said nobody
came in the hospital last night.

Well, something's fishy.

If I get some real evidence
you'll check it for me, won't you?

Dad, hold up, hold up for
a minute, will you, please?



You notice anything
different about me?

No. Why?

I think I'm losing my hair.

gee, I... I don't think so.

I don't know. It's
looking awful thin.

You know, Mom's
brother Earl is totally bald.

Yeah. Could never wear a hat.

And Cousin Harold.

And Aunt Edna.

JACK: Mark, I got
Alice's test results.


You were right.

It's not Alzheimer's.

Her thyroid function
is way down.

Well, it's sure bringing
on the same symptoms.

How bad is it?

Well, she's probably
been like this for years.

I put her on thyroid medication

but if there's brain damage...

Well, she may never
get her memory back

but she'll feel better.
Good work, Jack.



Next customer.


Where's Father Morrissey?

I signed him out at
6:00 this morning.

I told him that he
should wait for you

but he seemed fine.

Apparently the stone
passed during the night. Why?

Wait a minute. You mean he just
bounced out of bed, just like that?

Well, yeah. He didn't
want to miss morning mass.

Get out of here.

MARK: What's this?

Notes for his sermon?

Let's see his chart.

See, everything
checks out. He's fine.


Hi, Norman.

Dr. Sloan, a brief
confab, if you don't mind.

Excuse me.

Admissions just told me
you admitted an NXF Patient.

NXF... NXF, Non-existing funds.

Charity, pro bono.

I thought we were tuned into
the same channel about this.

I'm not sure what
channel you're on, Norman.

Listen, amigo.

I'm the lucky guy who's supposed
to make this hospital run efficiently

so that everybody is happy.

I can't do that when patients
don't pay for our services.

We're just running a
few tests. No. No tests.

The tests are ordered.

Okay, Sloan.

Just discharge her
as soon as you can.

So, um, where's
Father Morrissey?

Do you know him?

My parish priest.

Listen, Norman, do you
know anything about him?

Where he came from, his
background... Now, wait.

What's with this 20 questions?

You're not playing detective
again, are you, Sloan?

Well, there are times when all
doctors have to be detectives, Norman.

Not in my hospital.

Just where is this Father
Morrissey's parish anyway?

Dr. Sloan.

MARK: Hello, Father.

I wasn't expecting a house call.

Well, I wanted
to do a follow-up.

Glad to see you're
feeling better.

Oh, I guess I was lucky.

The stone just seemed
to pass by itself. Yeah.

I tried to wait for
you at the hospital,

but we're very busy here.

Well, still, you don't want
to neglect your health.

Why don't you take your coat
off and roll up your sleeve?

Oh, that won't be
necessary, Doctor.

I feel fine.

Just doing my job, Father.
Sit down, it won't take a minute.

By the way, did
those pills help you?




I brought along a little
stronger prescription

just in case there's
any residual pain.

Although I must tell you, I don't
prescribe these for just anybody,

but you must have

the constitution
of a rhinoceros.

What I gave you last night

would have put most people
out for, oh, 10 hours anyway.

What did you do? Wrote a sermon,

passed a stone, woke up at dawn.

Well, I've always had a
high tolerance for medication.

Yeah, not to mention a
high tolerance for pain.

You know, you really should
drop in for an IVP study.

Just to see if that stone
caused any damage

and see if there's
any more stones.

Well, Doctor, if I
get a free moment

I certainly will stop
by the hospital.

Well, your blood
pressure's a little high.

You under any particular stress?

We're all under stress, Doctor.


Well, here's the prescription
anyway, just in case.

Thank you.

By the way, Father,

last night, did you have any
occasion to leave your room?

No. Why?

That poor man that
was in the post-op,

you know, where I found you?

He died last night.

Sorry to hear it.

I'll say a prayer for him.


You didn't happen to notice

anybody suspicious
wandering around, did you?

As I said before, I
never left my room.

Right, right.

You know, the only thing is,

confidentially, I think
there was foul play involved.


Can you prove it?

No, no. Of course not.

Not now, anyway.

Well, see you, Doctor.

I'm sorry.

You're the father.
I'm the doctor.

Thank you, Doctor.


Bless me, Father,
for I have sinned.


(HOARSELY) Yes, my son?

Are you all right, Father?

Yes. Just a little
hoarse, my son.

It's nothing.

Father, are you still there?


What is troubling you, my son?

I've had some uncharitable
thoughts about this doctor.

Dr. Sloan.


And, uh,

what troubles you
about this, uh, Dr. Sloan?


Sometimes, I wish... I wish
he'd roller-skate in front of a truck.

Well, I don't know
this Dr. Sloan,

but I understand he's
a fine man and, uh...

An excellent, excellent doctor.

I'm quite sure that he tries

and he means well.

We should try to overlook

his eccentricities.

That's asking a lot, Father.

Then say 500 Hail Marys.

500? For what?

Whatever it takes to make
you appreciate Dr. Sloan

and make a good
act of contrition.

Thank you, Father.

Don't mention it.

Hey! Stop.

What are you doing? What
does it look like I'm doing?

You know, it's always
seemed strange to me.


You and pathology.

I don't get it.

Well, like Mark, I
enjoy a good mystery.

Yeah? Mmm-hmm.

I like them better
when they're still alive.

I saw enough stiffs in
my old neighborhood.

There was no mystery
how they got that way.

You know, Jack, not
all of us had the pleasure

of growing up in a
rough neighborhood.

That's true.

Now, this one I wish could talk.

Why? You got no idea who he is?

Zero. And if we don't
have prints on this guy,

we may never
know who he is. Huh.

I'll tell you one thing.

Very strange taste in tattoos.

Check it out.

Ah. What do you know?

You recognize it?

Oh, yeah.

I said get away! Get away!

What are you doing, buddy?
Come on, man. She's with me.

I'll catch you later.

Wait a minute. You
know that scum?

He licked my window.

Hey, you wanted to come.

I didn't know it was
gonna be so much fun.

Any luck? With what?

You know what. Don't
be funny. Just tell me.

Yeah. Our corpse has a name.

Mitch Riley.

Turns out he's, uh, he
was an ex-con from Detroit.

He did 15 years
for armed robbery.

You got all that from a tattoo?

Amanda, that tattoo is the
sign of the Golden Cobra.

It's a brotherhood of convicts.

It's not what you call
a nice bunch of guys.

You actually know
one of these people?

Well, actually, I
know two of them,

but only one of
them is my cousin.



Do you know "Pennies
from Heaven"?

(CHUCKLING) Sit down.

Thank you.

This is my version.


♪ Every time it
rains, it rains ♪

Pennies from heaven.


♪ Don't you know
each cloud contains ♪

Pennies from heaven.


♪ You'll find your
fortune falling ♪

♪ All over town ♪

♪ Wah-wah-wah-wah ♪

♪ Be sure that your umbrella ♪

♪ Is upside down ♪

♪ Ooh, ooh, ooh ♪

♪ Change it for a package ♪

♪ Of sunshine and flowers ♪

♪ Yes ♪

♪ And if you want
the things you love ♪

♪ You must have showers ♪

♪ Oh, yes ♪

♪ So if you hear it thunder ♪

♪ Don't run under a tree ♪

♪ There'll be pennies
from heaven ♪

♪ For you ♪

♪ And... ♪


Hi, Norman.

Hey, you were doing pretty good.

Was I? Yeah.

I'm a little tired.

Okay, we'll have Delores
take you to your room. Sure.

Thank you, Alfred.

Unless this woman has just
come into some inheritance

I thought we agreed
she should be discharged.

She's been showing
some improvement

on this medication, Norman.

She's homeless.
She's not hopeless.

There are other professionals

for these kinds of
people, Dr. Sloan.

Social workers, case workers.

We're a hospital

not a shelter for the homeless.

Give me one more day.

Look, if she gets
better, think of the story.

"Hospital helps
homeless heal herself."

I like the headline.

All right, Dr. Sloan.

You've got your
day, but just one.

Norman, I appreciate
you overlooking

my eccentricities.



I can't believe
people live like this.

You should get out more often.

(SCOFFS) Yeah.

Looks like somebody's been here.

Mmm. It smells too.


Looks like Riley has
himself a girlfriend.


Ginger Shaw.

Not bad.

(SCOFFS) Yeah, right.



Ah, Jack!


You okay?


I just can't put it together.

But you seriously believe a
priest was involved in this?

Well, I found him
in Riley's room

and he got in the hospital
by pretending he was sick.


Well, I'm thinking that maybe
he burned down the house.

What, he burned down the house

just to cover up any connection
between himself and Riley?

Exactly. Why not?


But what is the connection
between an ex-con and this priest?

Well, that's the next
thing we got to find out.

We? Yeah.

Let me know when you
find the car that killed Riley.

Yes, sir, Chief.


Somebody murdered
my patient in my hospital.

Now, I'd like to
know who and why.

And call me when
you find that car.

Okay. But, look, you got to
do something for me. What?

Remember that little hair
problem we were talking about?

Is there anything
that you can give me?

Male-pattern anxiety? Is
that what we've got here?

Oh, come on. Relax.

I got you something for it.

Listen, don't forget
tomorrow night.

The game and dinner. Right.

We're having Delores' meat loaf.


See you.

Hey. What's up?

Mmm. So do you still want
us to look for his girlfriend?

We're both off.


Oh, evidently, she's
an exotic dancer.


Here's the photographer's name
and number right there on the back.

Maybe he can tell
you where to find her.

Look, if you find
out, let me know.

Okay. Okay, will do.

But that's all.

SYSTEM: Resident on call to ER.

Resident on call to ER.

Hey, there she is, right here.

All right. Wait here.

Wait a minute, I thought
we were doing this together.

We are.

I'm gonna go inside and
talk to her while you wait here.

(SCOFFS) I have been in
these kinds of places before.

Oh, really? Yeah.

Yeah? Which
country club was that?

All right, so it was a
charity. Big deal. Let's go.

Amanda, where are
you going? What?

Look, I need a little room to
operate here, okay? Oh, jeez.

You see, I may have
to work on her a little bit

to get her to cooperate,
you know what I'm saying?

Mmm. Be my guest.

Thank you. You're welcome.

Last time I drive you
here or anywhere else.



How you doing?

Listen, Mitch Riley
was a friend of yours.

I need to talk to you.


Oh, no.

MARK: Alice?

We've been looking
all over for you.

What are you doing up here?

Waiting for God.

Why are you doing that?

In case he comes for me.

Alfred, he was here before.

Didn't you see him?

No. I think it will
be a long time

before he comes for you.

Does he know your name?

I wish somebody did.

It's all right.

Let's go back downstairs.

Hi. MARK: Hi.

I'm not sure I should
be giving you this

but we found the
car that killed Riley.

The killer abandoned it.

Oh. Did you trace the owner?

It's all in there.


Oh, I got something for you.

Delores, where did you put
that family album I brought in?

Oh, am I going to like this?


Is this really your
family album?

Thank you, Delores.

'Cause if those
are your relatives

I have just one question. What?

Why didn't you go
into plastic surgery?


Okay, now, here's all the
hairless people in your family

that you're so worried about.

Where's Uncle
Earl? Uh, there he is.

But he caught a
disease in the tropics.

Lost all his body hair.

Yeah? Cousin Harold?

A cue ball!

Professional wrestler.
Shaved his own head.


And Aunt Edna?

Aunt Edna... There.

Bad perm.


Now, everybody
else in the family

has got a full head of hair.

Will you stop worrying?

Yeah, I guess so. Good.

Did Aunt Edna's
hair ever grow back?

Oh, yeah, down to her waist.

Unfortunately, it started
in the middle of her back.

Father, hope you don't mind
my barging in like this again.

I am getting ready to say mass.

Well, I wanted to check
your blood pressure

just to make sure
it's not elevated.

It will take a moment.


Do you always arrive unannounced

or am I getting
special treatment?

(CHUCKLING) Oh, this is
special treatment, definitely.

Just give me that
sleeve right there.

That's good.

Father, you know

the Fultons, don't
you? Ted and Kim?

Of course.

They're members
of our congregation.

Their, uh, car was
stolen the other night.

I didn't know.

Well, it turns out
that it was used

to run down that poor man
who died at the hospital.

Name was, uh, Riley.

Mitch Riley.

That mean anything to you?

Can't say that it does.

Should it?

Well, you know, I
can't help feeling

maybe there's
somebody in your church

who might have had
a reason to kill Riley.

You're asking very peculiar
questions, Dr. Sloan.

What would make you
think a hit-and-run driver

would be a member
of our congregation?

Well, I'm not sure.

You see, Riley was
murdered during that mass.

Now, the Fultons only
live two blocks away.

They walk to church.

Anybody who knows
them knows that routine.

What exactly is
your point, Doctor?

Well, what if someone
at your church

ran out of the mass
and stole that car?

They would have
had time to get the car,

drive to the warehouse district,

run down Riley, ditch the car,

and get back to church
before mass was over.

That's very hard to imagine.

Well, I know it's possible.

Timed it myself.

Well, your blood
pressure is slightly elevated

and your pulse is
on the high side.

You sure you're not
under some kind of stress?

No more than you, Doctor.

Well, you never know.

Course, I would ask you

if any of your regulars
missed mass that day,

but you wouldn't
know. You weren't there.

Wasn't I?

No. Uh,

you asked Father
Oliver to cover for you.

Oh, yes.

That is true.

Where were you, Father?

I'm not sure I like
that question, Doctor.

I'm not sure I'd
like the answer.

Anything else?

No. Not for now.

Would cut down
on that salt, though.




Sure, he's right there.

Excuse me.

Uh, are you the owner?

Who's asking?

Mark Sloan, medical consultant
for the police department.

Murray Swift.

Your central air conditioning
is made by Breezeway, huh?

That's right.

We've had an outbreak of
Conventioneers' disease around the country.

They've traced the cause to
some defective Breezeway units.

Conventioneers' disease?

Yeah, like Legionnaires',
only it's louder

and more contagious.

Uh, I'll need to do a, uh,

test and an inspection.

I don't want to quarantine
the club, of course.

Whatever you say, Doctor.

I'll have a look here.



What's the verdict?

Well, I'm not sure.

Think back carefully, Murray.

Has anybody reported
any sudden loss of weight?

Weight? Any excessive
scaling or peeling?

Uh, dizziness?

Nausea, loss of vision?

Not to my knowledge.

Well, that's a good sign. Yeah.

Let me look at
your eyes, Murray.


Oh, dear.

That's very, very interesting.

What does that mean?

Look, I can't afford
to close down.

Maybe I ought to make a
random check of your employees.

Do you have a private
room somewhere?

Sure, uh, the dressing room.

It's right back there.

Well, why don't I, uh,
start with the dancers?

Oh, yeah, you're fine.

Thank you. Don't worry.

You're very healthy.



GINGER: That's me.

Sit down, won't you?

Why don't you put this coat on?

Here we go. Won't you be cold?

No. Actually, I'm a
little warm right now.

Oh, excuse me just
a moment. I gotta...

I want to talk to you
about Mitch Riley.

Hey, wait a minute.

Now, don't get excited.

I think I know who killed him,
but I need your help to prove it.

Look, I thought
you were a doctor.

No, I am. I treated
him before he died.

I don't know anything about it.

Hold it.

I can tell by these
pictures that you two

were very fond of each other.

Am I right?


Then you should want
to know who killed him.

I just don't want to
get hurt, that's all.

I'll see that you don't.


He was a decent guy.

Was there anybody who
had a reason to kill him?

All I know is that
somebody owed him money,

like a lot, and when
he went to collect it

he was run down.

I never saw the driver.

Why didn't you call the police?

You, uh,

promise you won't
hate me if I tell you?

Of course, I do.

I thought I could get
the money for myself.

Before he was run down,

Mitch said this
was his insurance.

It guaranteed he'd
get his money back.

I took it off his body.

I figured I could use it myself.

But there's nothing in here.

Just a bunch of
pictures of Mitch

and some guy back in Detroit

and some newspaper clipping

about Mitch's trial.

I don't know what to do with it.

Well, that's all right.

I do.

Inspiring sermon, Father.

You again?

I've only got a moment.

No, I didn't come to take your
blood pressure this time, Father.

Or should I call you Peter?

Excuse me?

Peter Ingram. That's
your name isn't it?

At least it was
when you left Detroit.

You are seriously
mistaken, Doctor.

David Morrissey
was a 19-year-old kid

with no family.

He died in Vietnam.

You took his name

and his social security number.

I think you'd better
be careful, Doctor.

Fifteen years ago, you and
Mitchell Riley robbed an armored car.

The guard was shot dead.

Now, Riley got caught,

but somehow you got
away with the money.

You changed your name and
got yourself into a seminary.

You've been hiding from
the law behind that collar

for all these years.

Do you know what you're saying?

Mmm-hmm. I know
exactly what I'm saying.

See, Riley never fingered you

because he wanted his share of
the money when he got out of prison.

It took him a long time,
but he found you, didn't he?

You agreed to the payoff.

You told him where to meet you.

Then you ran him down
with the Fultons' car.

But he survived.

You had to finish the job.

I think that you faked
your way into that hospital,

snuck into his room

and shot some air into
his vein through that IV.

Mission accomplished.

Oh, by the way,

his girlfriend drove
him to meet you.

And she had a couple of
pictures of the two of you together,

which, of course, I now have.



So you do.

I have the Lord's work to do.

Goodbye, Dr. Sloan.

I can't believe this. I
mean, I can't believe it.

We don't have enough
to turn over to the cops?

Oh, I gave everything to Steve.

The thing is, we can prove
that he knew Riley in Detroit.

But we can't pin the
old robbery on him

and we have no hard evidence that
he committed either the hit-and-run

or the murder in the hospital.

He is going to get away with it.



Excuse me, gentlemen.
Alice isn't in her room again.


ALICE: ♪ Every
time it rains, it rains ♪

♪ Every time it
rains, it rains ♪


I want to sleep in the church.

I'm sorry, ma'am.
It's all locked up.

Why don't you try the
shelter down the street?

It's you.

Excuse me?

My Lord and my shepherd.

In that room, when
you came for that man.

You must be mistaken.

No, no, I remember you.

Have you come for me too?

Yes, my child.

Come with me.

MORRISSEY: Come right this way.

Don't be afraid.

I'm not afraid with you.

You... you were so gentle

with that nice
man in the hospital.

What was his name?

Mr. Riley.

He was a good man.

Yeah. You... you
sent him to Heaven.

Yes, I did.

Now it's my time.


You've had a good life.

It's time for your reward.

Time to come home.

Freeze! Hands on your head.

Real slow.

Turn around!

Good work, Alice.


You set me up.

Yes, Alice
remembered just enough

to help us get your confession.

She described you as the man she
saw in Riley's room the night he died.

And now it's time for
your reward, Father.

You're under arrest for
the murder of Mitch Riley

and the attempted
murder of Alice Blake.

STEVE: You have the
right to remain silent.

Anything you say can and
will be used against you...

Special delivery
for Miss Alice Blake.

JACK: All right.
AMANDA: It's beautiful!

Oh, they're beautiful.

And so are you.

Are you sure you're not Alfred?

Whatever happened
to the real Alfred?

Well, I waited for
him till after the war

and on his way back from Japan

he stopped in Honolulu
and met another girl.

And he's still happily married.

The rat.

The memory was nice,

especially since it
was the only one I had.

I'm, uh... I'm still
a little bit foggy.

Yeah, well, give it time.

Yeah, you'll come around, Alice.

Folks, I have the night
shift. Bye-bye, Alice.

Oh, I got the night off.

You take care of yourself, okay?

Thank you.

Talk to you later, Mark.
Thanks a lot, guys.

JACK: All right.

Well, my daughter
should be here very soon.

She got on a plane the
minute we called her.

Well, it looks like
you're all set to go.

One last dance?

♪ Every time it
rains, it rains ♪

♪ Pennies from heaven ♪

♪ Don't you know
each cloud contains ♪

♪ Pennies from heaven ♪