Kingdom Hospital (2004): Season 1, Episode 9 - Butterfingers - full transcript
During the New England Robins World Series bid, disgraced former first baseman Earl Candleton is inspired by Knight's suicide attempt. Reliving the mistake that cost the Robins the championship title years before, Candleton is rushed into Kingdom with a bullet in his head after the team loses again. Peter and Mary face off against the malevolent Paul for the life of the ball player, and take him back in time to erase the error of his past.
Jefferson's back in there,
and the count's one and one.
Come on!
Here's the replay of the double steal.
And he's...
I can't watch this.
The Robins always find a way to lose.
Now we're back to live action,
and Pertwee throws. Strike two called.
Yes.
It's a hit-and-run.
...hour of death. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace...
Blessed art thou among women...
Holy Mary... Pray for us sinners.
Pertwee's tiring,
but the Robins have no one else.
They've emptied the bullpen.
Here's the heart of it.
Come on, you can get this guy.
That's foul, but it certainly had the range.
These fans are on the edge of their seats,
and I am, too.
Will the Robins win, Peter?
I don't know, honey.
Honey, you awake? Peter?
Did you say something?
Pitcher goes to the set.
This is the World Series and everything...
- Where's Johnny today, Todd?
- I don't know. I have no idea.
I mean, he was here earlier...
You know that Earl Candleton
lives in Lewiston now?
He came in here one time
with heart problems. "Error" Candleton.
If not for him,
the Robins would've won in '87.
Pertwee's ready.
You guys listening to the game?
And fires ball three.
Let's see what you've got.
...wants to talk to his catcher.
What's a game without a brewsky?
The crowd doesn't like it.
- Baseball is a sad game.
- Is it?
Yes, a sad game played by sad men.
One of them lived near here.
He'll be here soon.
Pertwee goes to the Rosin bag.
Come on, come on.
Throw it in there, busher.
Throw it in there. Chuck the pill.
...sweat from his forehead.
He's really taking his time out there.
I'll tell you what.
It looks like Pertwee's almost ready
for another big pitch.
A walk or a hit.
And I go out like a billionaire.
Get him out. I'll wait awhile.
The tension's so thick, you could cut it
with a knife. This is a big moment.
The Robins are one strike away
from their first Series title since 1918.
The tension is so thick,
you could cut it with a knife.
This is a big spot for the Robins, all right.
Earl Candleton is guarding the line at first.
He hasn't made an error in the entire Series.
King to the set.
The whole Robins' bench is on their feet,
ready to celebrate.
Champagne on ice
in the Robins' clubhouse.
King throws over to first,
and Phillips is back safely.
Highliner stands in.
Baxter flashes the sign.
And King deals.
It's a hit to Candleton.
I've got it!
This should be it.
And Candleton dropped it. Unbelievable.
Candleton dropped the ball.
These disappointed fans
are really letting Candleton have it.
I wouldn't want to be in his shoes
after the game.
Pertwee throws. Is it ball four?
No, it's strike three.
Strike three called, but here's Henreid,
the Cards' most dangerous hitter.
He stands in.
Hey, Candleton, you busher.
You louse, you bum, you rat bastard!
Here I'll toss him a ball. He'll drop it.
- You bum. Loser!
- Candleton, you bum.
Candleton, catch this.
Down!
Who threw that? Come on out of there.
Are you going to help me up or not?
You are a butterfingers.
Sure, I've had some adversity in my life.
I committed an error
in a crucial game situation.
But you know what?
That's over.
The question becomes:
- What do you do after?
- Catch, Butterfingers.
And there's been a fair amount of that, too.
- But listen...
- Catch this one.
This man is a famous baseball player!
Henreid hits a long fly ball to left.
It's going...
It's foul by inches.
The crowd settles back,
and we'll have to do it all again.
We'll have to do it all again.
You're the guy who dropped the ball in '87,
ain't you?
This is the guy that lost the Robins
the World Series in '87.
Pertwee to the sets.
He pitches, and Henreid swings.
Oh, no!
It's a long, high drive.
If it stays fair...
- Will it stay fair?
- It will stay fair, and fair is foul.
Home run! The Cardinals beat the Robins
and win the Series.
I don't know.
The Robins just seem to be cursed.
Ever since '87,
when first baseman Earl Candleton...
let his easy pop fly drop.
This place is stunned to silence,
you'd think somebody died.
The Robins led early and they led late...
but in a repeat of a Stephen King-like
horror story...
New England baseball fans
have come to know all too well.
Brenda, honey,
I've been looking all over for you.
Is everybody in this God forsaken town
seduced by this stupid game?
I had to pump my own gas.
I never had to pump my own gas
in Boston. Idiocy.
Are you going to turn and look at me?
Not you, too. I don't believe you...
crying over a game
made by and for morons?
- Say it ain't so, Joe.
- Of course not, Steg.
It's just that...
I was thinking that you decided
not to go to Salem after all.
Salem, witchcraft, and voodoo.
That's idiocy.
- See? I knew it.
- But, on the other hand, yeah, but...
from a sociological standpoint...
there is undoubtedly
a lot to investigate there.
Do you really think so?
How can one recognise idiocy
without studying idiocy?
That's so true. In fact...
I put some pamphlets in your desk drawer...
and they show any number
of attractions and points of interest.
It's fascinating.
I didn't think I'd find you so receptive.
Here, look, this one,
it talks about craft fairs in the area...
and flea markets.
There might be a few things
of moderate interest there.
Better than baseball, certainly.
Who cares about baseball?
Drat it. I think that the Robins
really are cursed.
I mean, they always seem to...
Something's wrong.
There's a disturbance
in the Swedenborgian flow.
Mr. Candleton.
This has got to take Robins' fans back
to when Earl Candleton blew an easy...
Mr. Candleton, are you all right?
...Series. I think we've got a clip cued up.
Let's replay it.
- The ballplayers lost.
- Lost?
Lost between. Someone dropped the ball.
- Hang on.
- What the hell are you doing?
Oh, well. How's he doing?
Not too bad, actually.
BP's 105 over 60 and steady.
Heart rate's about 80. Oh, my God.
I know why he did it. This is Earl Candleton.
He played first base for the Robins.
He lost the Series for them in '87.
This was no error today.
This was on purpose.
Dr. Stegman and Dr. Hook to OR-1.
- Dr. Massingale.
- Come back soon, dear.
We have a lot to plan.
Doctors Stegman, Hook,
and Massingale to OR-1. Stat.
Series is over, anyway.
Now, we wait for winter.
Say, anyone seen Blondie?
Man, I can't believe it, Earl Candleton.
You know, me and my brother, we had
a ceremonial burning of his baseball card...
when we were, I don't know, eight years old.
Could you help me a little?
I mean, if you don't mind?
Yeah, it's "Error" Candleton, man.
Give the guy a break.
Here you are.
Do you want me to lose my job?
- Do you want to lose your life?
- What I want is a T-bone, rare.
Hold the portobello.
Dr. Stegman...
this is maybe the most famous, or infamous,
ballplayer in New England.
He shot himself, and he's right here
in our operating room.
Well, I don't care if he's Saddam Hussein.
I can't open his nut if he's not prepped.
What have we got?
Dr. Hook. I see the incompetency curve
is still rising.
GSW to the head, no exit wound,
the bullet bounced around a lot...
respiration 16, BP, pulse, O2, sat,
all within normal limits.
A little tachy.
- These are the photos?
- I've seen the CT scans.
I can lead if we can prep this man
before December.
Earl Candleton. Wow, I guess the frustration
finally got to him.
Do you mind if we operate today?
All right, boys, let's get Number 11
ready for the big game, shall we?
He can autograph that for you
if he ever wakes up.
Okay, I'm late for dinner.
Would you close him up?
I hear Mrs. Klingerman is in the house.
Maybe you can stop by...
and give her an update on Mona's progress.
Close him up.
"Error" Candleton, right here in front
of us. This is unreal.
You know, Otto claims he was in here
once before.
Maybe you haven't made errors
of your own yet, but you will.
And when you do, you'll want mercy.
- Hey, it's just what everybody calls him.
- Not in front of me.
Look, his eyes are moving,
he could be dreaming.
That much trauma,
and still producing REM?
Hook, I'd really like some pictures of that.
Can I stop by MRI
for some functional scans?
For now, his dreams are nobody's
business but his own. He's going to ICU.
Could we all get back to work, please?
Butterfingers. Candleton, you suck.
- Hey, busher.
- Where am I?
You couldn't catch a bus.
You let the whole team down.
Where the hell am I?
This is hell.
I'm in hell.
This is the way it was in '87.
Why does it look so old?
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack
Marie.
- Marie, is this a dream?
- I don't know, Earl.
Are you going to help me up, or not?
Better get out of here, Butterfingers.
That's right, you busher, run.
Where am I?
Earl Candleton is guarding the line at first.
He hasn't made an error in the entire Series.
The whole Robins' bench is on their feet,
ready to celebrate.
King to the set. Highliner stands in.
King throws over to first,
and Phillips is back safely.
The Robins are one strike away
from their first Series title since 1918.
The tension is so thick,
you could cut it with a knife.
Baxter flashes the sign. And King deals.
It's a hit to Candleton. A lazy fly ball.
This should be it.
And Candleton dropped it.
Unbelievable!
Candleton dropped the ball.
These disappointed fans are really letting...
It's root
root, root for the home team
If they don't win it's a shame
You missed the ball
And, buddy, that's all
the old ball game
I guess I'll go get something to eat.
Not that I'm very hungry.
Peter. Honey.
Oh, my God.
Nurse, you need to go get Dr. Hook.
There's something wrong with my husband.
What's wrong, Mary? What is it?
Come with me. I'll show you.
Yes.
Okay, let's go.
You took every gram of metal
off yourself out there?
Pens, keys, stethoscope, haemostats?
Everything except
my jumbo titanium penile prosthesis.
This is a three-tesla machine.
Extremely powerful magnetic fields.
You bring metal in here,
it gets sucked into the magnet core.
- I'm not sure this is a good idea.
- Nonsense.
You were the one who spotted REM
and brought it to my attention.
Yeah, but Hook said...
Hook said,
"Don't bring him into the Sleep Lab."
Nobody said anything
about stopping by Radiology for an F-MRI.
- Yes, but...
- Elmer...
how many times
do research opportunities knock?
Once, but...
What do you want me to do?
I'm going to open a share
on the scanning networks...
so that we can capture and transfer
the images down to the Sleep Lab.
Sonny is in with an MRI tech setting up.
Why don't you be a nice boy
and help him out?
If I'm a nice boy, will you be a naughty girl?
Maybe.
I'm not sure you should be seeing this.
Don't be silly.
We have to help him while we still can.
I don't understand. Help him how?
I've warned Mrs. Druse, too.
She's coming.
Hook's on the floor. I just saw him
going into the presidential suite.
You can't.
You can't scan this man's brain
while he's away.
The little girl told me
that he's lost in Swedenborgian space.
- "Swedenborgian" what?
- She'll stop them.
She has to.
I don't know, Mrs. D's not exactly a doctor.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Druse. You are not a doctor.
This is an MRI scanning room.
You'll have to leave.
The magnetic field, the radio wave pulses...
they can trap this man for eternity
between here and the hereafter.
You cannot do this.
Mrs. Druse, a patient so ill
wandering around Radiology?
Dr. Stegman, this woman
is about to do something that...
Do something? Really?
It's interesting. Getting ready
to do something. What might that be?
You sarcastic son of a bitch.
This magnetic scan can condemn
this man for eternity...
to Swedenborgian space.
Swedenborgian space? Really?
Who told you that?
Mary, the ghost girl.
And there's someone else trapped
on the other side with her.
- Yeah?
- A doctor, a bad one, like you.
A bad one just like me?
Gottreich.
This is all fascinating.
I'm sorry, you're clearly
much more ill than we thought.
I guess the nerve damage
has reached your brain.
Take her back to her room
before this IV runs out...
and tie her down if she shows
any further propensity to wander.
You wouldn't want that nosy
little nose of yours cut off, now, would you?
Please, listen to me.
You can't let this happen. It must not.
Yeah, all right.
- Please, please, don't do this.
- Come on, Sally, Come.
- Please don't.
- Sally, come on.
- I'll talk to Dr. Hook...
- Okay.
...and he'll understand, and he will help me.
- All righty.
This is your authorisation to obtain
functional scans of Mr. Candleton's nut...
pending revocation of next of kin,
which Mr. Candleton does not seem to have.
Thank you, Doctor.
You're going to lock him forever
into whatever nightmare that he's having.
- Maybe it's a good dream.
- Is it true?
If they scan him now,
can he get trapped in wherever he is?
It's true.
- Get her out of here.
- Please, don't do this.
- Please, Dr. Stegman, please.
- Get her out of here now.
Dr. Massingale, carry on.
- Thank you, Dr. Stegman.
- Where is he?
He's in the old kingdom with Paul.
Home team
If they don't win it's a shame
You missed the ball
And, buddy, that's all
At the old ball game
His vitals are fine.
This is what he drew.
Dr. Hook, you have got to help
that gun shot victim.
I think they said he's a baseball player.
If Stegman finds out
I didn't take you back to your room...
- What about the baseball player?
- He is in between lands.
He's in Swedenborgian space.
That Sleep Lab woman,
she doesn't know what she's doing.
If she blasts his brain
with a magnetic field...
- then he could be trapped there forever.
- Is this him?
Okay.
Yes.
Yes, but Peter isn't the only one
that's trying to help him.
The little girl, Mary knows.
- Peter, we have to go.
- Wait.
Just a little longer.
And she has a friend named Antubis.
Anubis?
I'm hearing Antubis,
but what does it matter?
The man is in danger of losing his soul.
That's what matters.
Dr. Hook, you've got to stop them
from what it is they're planning to do.
- Peter, please.
- Let's go for it.
There's something wrong
with lead number four.
Sonny, get me another electrode net.
Elmer, assist me, please?
Earl Candleton. Previous admissions?
All right, the patient ID starts with 91.
So that tells us he was admitted
for treatment back in 1991.
There he is. August '91. Bingo.
- What is this place?
- The old hospital.
But it's also the door
to the in-between lands.
Come on. Where's ant-boy?
He doesn't like it here.
I don't blame him.
Get out! Get away from him,
both of you. He's mine.
He can't hurt us.
He has to spend time in the tank.
To recharge I think.
But when he's in there,
he's much less powerful.
Mr. Candleton?
Is that your name?
It's time to go.
Leave me alone.
I thought I was in hell before,
but this is hell.
- And nobody wants to help me.
- Give it up, sweetheart.
They'll scan him,
and he'll be Gottreich's assistant...
before you can say "Lou Gehrig."
Do me a favour. Go in there and re-centre
his head. It's slipping off the mould.
Ferromagnetic interference.
I've got to shutdown the field.
He's got metal inside the core.
For the love of... Elmer, do I have
to do everything myself around here?
There'll be no MRI for Mr. Candleton.
No, it's just a matter of
when there'll be an MRI, Hook.
I have an order from Stegman.
Then, maybe you'd like to be
a co-defendant in Stegman's next lawsuit.
Pacemaker, 1991. How can that be?
We would have seen it
on the monitor during surgery.
Tachycardia.
The pacemaker kicks in at 60.
He never got below 80.
Look at me, Earl.
Look at me.
Look at me, Number 11.
Is there any way out of here?
What are you going to do?
Take you away.
Help me.
- Is this still between-time?
- This is stop-time.
Now it starts again...
and whatever happens...
is up to him.
And King deals.
It's a hit to Candleton.
- Get it, Number 11, get it.
- A lazy fly ball.
- This should be it.
- I got it!
The Robins have won the World Series.
- What are we doing here?
- Well, I can't remember.
Hey, decided to check in for a while?
None of it ever happened, did it?
No, Mr. Candleton did it right this time...
so everything's different.
Evening, Nat.
How are you tonight, Peter?
Good.
Good. The Robins lost the Series,
though. Bummer.
I know, but we'll always have '87.
And so a real heartbreaker
for the Robins today.
To help us,
here's the current mayor of Seabrook...
known to New Englanders
as old Number 11, Earl Candleton.
Earl, you were the Series MVP in 1987...
- Baseball isn't always a sad game.
- No?
No, sometimes, the good guys win.
Hurray for the good guys.
and the count's one and one.
Come on!
Here's the replay of the double steal.
And he's...
I can't watch this.
The Robins always find a way to lose.
Now we're back to live action,
and Pertwee throws. Strike two called.
Yes.
It's a hit-and-run.
...hour of death. Amen.
Hail Mary, full of grace...
Blessed art thou among women...
Holy Mary... Pray for us sinners.
Pertwee's tiring,
but the Robins have no one else.
They've emptied the bullpen.
Here's the heart of it.
Come on, you can get this guy.
That's foul, but it certainly had the range.
These fans are on the edge of their seats,
and I am, too.
Will the Robins win, Peter?
I don't know, honey.
Honey, you awake? Peter?
Did you say something?
Pitcher goes to the set.
This is the World Series and everything...
- Where's Johnny today, Todd?
- I don't know. I have no idea.
I mean, he was here earlier...
You know that Earl Candleton
lives in Lewiston now?
He came in here one time
with heart problems. "Error" Candleton.
If not for him,
the Robins would've won in '87.
Pertwee's ready.
You guys listening to the game?
And fires ball three.
Let's see what you've got.
...wants to talk to his catcher.
What's a game without a brewsky?
The crowd doesn't like it.
- Baseball is a sad game.
- Is it?
Yes, a sad game played by sad men.
One of them lived near here.
He'll be here soon.
Pertwee goes to the Rosin bag.
Come on, come on.
Throw it in there, busher.
Throw it in there. Chuck the pill.
...sweat from his forehead.
He's really taking his time out there.
I'll tell you what.
It looks like Pertwee's almost ready
for another big pitch.
A walk or a hit.
And I go out like a billionaire.
Get him out. I'll wait awhile.
The tension's so thick, you could cut it
with a knife. This is a big moment.
The Robins are one strike away
from their first Series title since 1918.
The tension is so thick,
you could cut it with a knife.
This is a big spot for the Robins, all right.
Earl Candleton is guarding the line at first.
He hasn't made an error in the entire Series.
King to the set.
The whole Robins' bench is on their feet,
ready to celebrate.
Champagne on ice
in the Robins' clubhouse.
King throws over to first,
and Phillips is back safely.
Highliner stands in.
Baxter flashes the sign.
And King deals.
It's a hit to Candleton.
I've got it!
This should be it.
And Candleton dropped it. Unbelievable.
Candleton dropped the ball.
These disappointed fans
are really letting Candleton have it.
I wouldn't want to be in his shoes
after the game.
Pertwee throws. Is it ball four?
No, it's strike three.
Strike three called, but here's Henreid,
the Cards' most dangerous hitter.
He stands in.
Hey, Candleton, you busher.
You louse, you bum, you rat bastard!
Here I'll toss him a ball. He'll drop it.
- You bum. Loser!
- Candleton, you bum.
Candleton, catch this.
Down!
Who threw that? Come on out of there.
Are you going to help me up or not?
You are a butterfingers.
Sure, I've had some adversity in my life.
I committed an error
in a crucial game situation.
But you know what?
That's over.
The question becomes:
- What do you do after?
- Catch, Butterfingers.
And there's been a fair amount of that, too.
- But listen...
- Catch this one.
This man is a famous baseball player!
Henreid hits a long fly ball to left.
It's going...
It's foul by inches.
The crowd settles back,
and we'll have to do it all again.
We'll have to do it all again.
You're the guy who dropped the ball in '87,
ain't you?
This is the guy that lost the Robins
the World Series in '87.
Pertwee to the sets.
He pitches, and Henreid swings.
Oh, no!
It's a long, high drive.
If it stays fair...
- Will it stay fair?
- It will stay fair, and fair is foul.
Home run! The Cardinals beat the Robins
and win the Series.
I don't know.
The Robins just seem to be cursed.
Ever since '87,
when first baseman Earl Candleton...
let his easy pop fly drop.
This place is stunned to silence,
you'd think somebody died.
The Robins led early and they led late...
but in a repeat of a Stephen King-like
horror story...
New England baseball fans
have come to know all too well.
Brenda, honey,
I've been looking all over for you.
Is everybody in this God forsaken town
seduced by this stupid game?
I had to pump my own gas.
I never had to pump my own gas
in Boston. Idiocy.
Are you going to turn and look at me?
Not you, too. I don't believe you...
crying over a game
made by and for morons?
- Say it ain't so, Joe.
- Of course not, Steg.
It's just that...
I was thinking that you decided
not to go to Salem after all.
Salem, witchcraft, and voodoo.
That's idiocy.
- See? I knew it.
- But, on the other hand, yeah, but...
from a sociological standpoint...
there is undoubtedly
a lot to investigate there.
Do you really think so?
How can one recognise idiocy
without studying idiocy?
That's so true. In fact...
I put some pamphlets in your desk drawer...
and they show any number
of attractions and points of interest.
It's fascinating.
I didn't think I'd find you so receptive.
Here, look, this one,
it talks about craft fairs in the area...
and flea markets.
There might be a few things
of moderate interest there.
Better than baseball, certainly.
Who cares about baseball?
Drat it. I think that the Robins
really are cursed.
I mean, they always seem to...
Something's wrong.
There's a disturbance
in the Swedenborgian flow.
Mr. Candleton.
This has got to take Robins' fans back
to when Earl Candleton blew an easy...
Mr. Candleton, are you all right?
...Series. I think we've got a clip cued up.
Let's replay it.
- The ballplayers lost.
- Lost?
Lost between. Someone dropped the ball.
- Hang on.
- What the hell are you doing?
Oh, well. How's he doing?
Not too bad, actually.
BP's 105 over 60 and steady.
Heart rate's about 80. Oh, my God.
I know why he did it. This is Earl Candleton.
He played first base for the Robins.
He lost the Series for them in '87.
This was no error today.
This was on purpose.
Dr. Stegman and Dr. Hook to OR-1.
- Dr. Massingale.
- Come back soon, dear.
We have a lot to plan.
Doctors Stegman, Hook,
and Massingale to OR-1. Stat.
Series is over, anyway.
Now, we wait for winter.
Say, anyone seen Blondie?
Man, I can't believe it, Earl Candleton.
You know, me and my brother, we had
a ceremonial burning of his baseball card...
when we were, I don't know, eight years old.
Could you help me a little?
I mean, if you don't mind?
Yeah, it's "Error" Candleton, man.
Give the guy a break.
Here you are.
Do you want me to lose my job?
- Do you want to lose your life?
- What I want is a T-bone, rare.
Hold the portobello.
Dr. Stegman...
this is maybe the most famous, or infamous,
ballplayer in New England.
He shot himself, and he's right here
in our operating room.
Well, I don't care if he's Saddam Hussein.
I can't open his nut if he's not prepped.
What have we got?
Dr. Hook. I see the incompetency curve
is still rising.
GSW to the head, no exit wound,
the bullet bounced around a lot...
respiration 16, BP, pulse, O2, sat,
all within normal limits.
A little tachy.
- These are the photos?
- I've seen the CT scans.
I can lead if we can prep this man
before December.
Earl Candleton. Wow, I guess the frustration
finally got to him.
Do you mind if we operate today?
All right, boys, let's get Number 11
ready for the big game, shall we?
He can autograph that for you
if he ever wakes up.
Okay, I'm late for dinner.
Would you close him up?
I hear Mrs. Klingerman is in the house.
Maybe you can stop by...
and give her an update on Mona's progress.
Close him up.
"Error" Candleton, right here in front
of us. This is unreal.
You know, Otto claims he was in here
once before.
Maybe you haven't made errors
of your own yet, but you will.
And when you do, you'll want mercy.
- Hey, it's just what everybody calls him.
- Not in front of me.
Look, his eyes are moving,
he could be dreaming.
That much trauma,
and still producing REM?
Hook, I'd really like some pictures of that.
Can I stop by MRI
for some functional scans?
For now, his dreams are nobody's
business but his own. He's going to ICU.
Could we all get back to work, please?
Butterfingers. Candleton, you suck.
- Hey, busher.
- Where am I?
You couldn't catch a bus.
You let the whole team down.
Where the hell am I?
This is hell.
I'm in hell.
This is the way it was in '87.
Why does it look so old?
Take me out to the ball game
Take me out to the crowd
Buy me some peanuts and cracker jack
Marie.
- Marie, is this a dream?
- I don't know, Earl.
Are you going to help me up, or not?
Better get out of here, Butterfingers.
That's right, you busher, run.
Where am I?
Earl Candleton is guarding the line at first.
He hasn't made an error in the entire Series.
The whole Robins' bench is on their feet,
ready to celebrate.
King to the set. Highliner stands in.
King throws over to first,
and Phillips is back safely.
The Robins are one strike away
from their first Series title since 1918.
The tension is so thick,
you could cut it with a knife.
Baxter flashes the sign. And King deals.
It's a hit to Candleton. A lazy fly ball.
This should be it.
And Candleton dropped it.
Unbelievable!
Candleton dropped the ball.
These disappointed fans are really letting...
It's root
root, root for the home team
If they don't win it's a shame
You missed the ball
And, buddy, that's all
the old ball game
I guess I'll go get something to eat.
Not that I'm very hungry.
Peter. Honey.
Oh, my God.
Nurse, you need to go get Dr. Hook.
There's something wrong with my husband.
What's wrong, Mary? What is it?
Come with me. I'll show you.
Yes.
Okay, let's go.
You took every gram of metal
off yourself out there?
Pens, keys, stethoscope, haemostats?
Everything except
my jumbo titanium penile prosthesis.
This is a three-tesla machine.
Extremely powerful magnetic fields.
You bring metal in here,
it gets sucked into the magnet core.
- I'm not sure this is a good idea.
- Nonsense.
You were the one who spotted REM
and brought it to my attention.
Yeah, but Hook said...
Hook said,
"Don't bring him into the Sleep Lab."
Nobody said anything
about stopping by Radiology for an F-MRI.
- Yes, but...
- Elmer...
how many times
do research opportunities knock?
Once, but...
What do you want me to do?
I'm going to open a share
on the scanning networks...
so that we can capture and transfer
the images down to the Sleep Lab.
Sonny is in with an MRI tech setting up.
Why don't you be a nice boy
and help him out?
If I'm a nice boy, will you be a naughty girl?
Maybe.
I'm not sure you should be seeing this.
Don't be silly.
We have to help him while we still can.
I don't understand. Help him how?
I've warned Mrs. Druse, too.
She's coming.
Hook's on the floor. I just saw him
going into the presidential suite.
You can't.
You can't scan this man's brain
while he's away.
The little girl told me
that he's lost in Swedenborgian space.
- "Swedenborgian" what?
- She'll stop them.
She has to.
I don't know, Mrs. D's not exactly a doctor.
I'm sorry, Mrs. Druse. You are not a doctor.
This is an MRI scanning room.
You'll have to leave.
The magnetic field, the radio wave pulses...
they can trap this man for eternity
between here and the hereafter.
You cannot do this.
Mrs. Druse, a patient so ill
wandering around Radiology?
Dr. Stegman, this woman
is about to do something that...
Do something? Really?
It's interesting. Getting ready
to do something. What might that be?
You sarcastic son of a bitch.
This magnetic scan can condemn
this man for eternity...
to Swedenborgian space.
Swedenborgian space? Really?
Who told you that?
Mary, the ghost girl.
And there's someone else trapped
on the other side with her.
- Yeah?
- A doctor, a bad one, like you.
A bad one just like me?
Gottreich.
This is all fascinating.
I'm sorry, you're clearly
much more ill than we thought.
I guess the nerve damage
has reached your brain.
Take her back to her room
before this IV runs out...
and tie her down if she shows
any further propensity to wander.
You wouldn't want that nosy
little nose of yours cut off, now, would you?
Please, listen to me.
You can't let this happen. It must not.
Yeah, all right.
- Please, please, don't do this.
- Come on, Sally, Come.
- Please don't.
- Sally, come on.
- I'll talk to Dr. Hook...
- Okay.
...and he'll understand, and he will help me.
- All righty.
This is your authorisation to obtain
functional scans of Mr. Candleton's nut...
pending revocation of next of kin,
which Mr. Candleton does not seem to have.
Thank you, Doctor.
You're going to lock him forever
into whatever nightmare that he's having.
- Maybe it's a good dream.
- Is it true?
If they scan him now,
can he get trapped in wherever he is?
It's true.
- Get her out of here.
- Please, don't do this.
- Please, Dr. Stegman, please.
- Get her out of here now.
Dr. Massingale, carry on.
- Thank you, Dr. Stegman.
- Where is he?
He's in the old kingdom with Paul.
Home team
If they don't win it's a shame
You missed the ball
And, buddy, that's all
At the old ball game
His vitals are fine.
This is what he drew.
Dr. Hook, you have got to help
that gun shot victim.
I think they said he's a baseball player.
If Stegman finds out
I didn't take you back to your room...
- What about the baseball player?
- He is in between lands.
He's in Swedenborgian space.
That Sleep Lab woman,
she doesn't know what she's doing.
If she blasts his brain
with a magnetic field...
- then he could be trapped there forever.
- Is this him?
Okay.
Yes.
Yes, but Peter isn't the only one
that's trying to help him.
The little girl, Mary knows.
- Peter, we have to go.
- Wait.
Just a little longer.
And she has a friend named Antubis.
Anubis?
I'm hearing Antubis,
but what does it matter?
The man is in danger of losing his soul.
That's what matters.
Dr. Hook, you've got to stop them
from what it is they're planning to do.
- Peter, please.
- Let's go for it.
There's something wrong
with lead number four.
Sonny, get me another electrode net.
Elmer, assist me, please?
Earl Candleton. Previous admissions?
All right, the patient ID starts with 91.
So that tells us he was admitted
for treatment back in 1991.
There he is. August '91. Bingo.
- What is this place?
- The old hospital.
But it's also the door
to the in-between lands.
Come on. Where's ant-boy?
He doesn't like it here.
I don't blame him.
Get out! Get away from him,
both of you. He's mine.
He can't hurt us.
He has to spend time in the tank.
To recharge I think.
But when he's in there,
he's much less powerful.
Mr. Candleton?
Is that your name?
It's time to go.
Leave me alone.
I thought I was in hell before,
but this is hell.
- And nobody wants to help me.
- Give it up, sweetheart.
They'll scan him,
and he'll be Gottreich's assistant...
before you can say "Lou Gehrig."
Do me a favour. Go in there and re-centre
his head. It's slipping off the mould.
Ferromagnetic interference.
I've got to shutdown the field.
He's got metal inside the core.
For the love of... Elmer, do I have
to do everything myself around here?
There'll be no MRI for Mr. Candleton.
No, it's just a matter of
when there'll be an MRI, Hook.
I have an order from Stegman.
Then, maybe you'd like to be
a co-defendant in Stegman's next lawsuit.
Pacemaker, 1991. How can that be?
We would have seen it
on the monitor during surgery.
Tachycardia.
The pacemaker kicks in at 60.
He never got below 80.
Look at me, Earl.
Look at me.
Look at me, Number 11.
Is there any way out of here?
What are you going to do?
Take you away.
Help me.
- Is this still between-time?
- This is stop-time.
Now it starts again...
and whatever happens...
is up to him.
And King deals.
It's a hit to Candleton.
- Get it, Number 11, get it.
- A lazy fly ball.
- This should be it.
- I got it!
The Robins have won the World Series.
- What are we doing here?
- Well, I can't remember.
Hey, decided to check in for a while?
None of it ever happened, did it?
No, Mr. Candleton did it right this time...
so everything's different.
Evening, Nat.
How are you tonight, Peter?
Good.
Good. The Robins lost the Series,
though. Bummer.
I know, but we'll always have '87.
And so a real heartbreaker
for the Robins today.
To help us,
here's the current mayor of Seabrook...
known to New Englanders
as old Number 11, Earl Candleton.
Earl, you were the Series MVP in 1987...
- Baseball isn't always a sad game.
- No?
No, sometimes, the good guys win.
Hurray for the good guys.