Nurse Sherri

He's coming.

How is he?

He's improving.

He seems to have gotten better when we contacted you.

Good.

Who else knows about this?

Only Brother Postal, who was with him.

He contacted me as soon as it happened.

When was the cross?

Two days ago.

Come.

Did Brother Postal say they were following my instructions?

To the letter.

Fasting, meditating.

If what Brother Postal says is true,

there's nothing to worry about.

It's just a trial of faith for Brother Mims, nothing more.

Mrs. Mims called me.

She wanted to know if her son had been cured.

And you said?

Nothing.

What could I say?

That the forces of the universe are at work

within her son.

Rise, rise, William, rise.

Rise, William, rise.

Rise William, rise.

We will reach deep into our brethren souls,

dear William, to rekindle your breath of life.

Brothers and sisters,

I sense a pervasive and insidious doubt among you.

In order for me to raise William,

that doubt must be removed.

I am the lens in which the glorious one's power is focused.

Brother Clarke, obedience belongs to the word.

I have spoken it.

It is your obligation to fulfill it.

Yes, sir.

Sister Smith.

Your vision is clear, sister, but your devotion has waned.

This is tiring, I know,

but concentration and fervor is needed.

Brother Newman, faith is the key.

Before you chant again,

look into the sun and draw your power.

Thank you, sir.

Brother Stevens.

I think it's going well.

I think we're in our success,

such favorable planet alignment occurs

once but every three years.

Our faithful are tired.

Perhaps we can forgo our 24 hour shifts?

No, if any one of our brethren

is not with William every moment of his journey, that's it.

But it's been three weeks now.

And I told you, it's going well.

Don't try and dish out any of that crap to me, Reanhauer.

You can fool your high class Beverly Hills bitches

with that astrological charts and seances,

but as far as I'm concerned,

you can take your pentagrams and shove it.

Do you know what you did?

You committed a crime,

and you're gonna pay hard time for it,

and I'm not gonna share that time with you.

Convincing a boy and his mother

that he didn't have to take insulin to save his life.

You know, we were doing fine

with that high-society circuit

before you pulled this number.

The boy doesn't need insulin.

No, he doesn't anymore.

He's dead.

You got it?

You made a grandstand play, and you struck out.

Now how the hell we gonna get out of this?

By bringing William back to life

and having him walk once more with us in our great work.

I'm performing a miracle, how dare you suggest fraud?

My friend, you and the world will soon know

that I possess powers that you haven't even dreamt of.

I'm going back to my work.

You can stay here or go, it's of no concern to me.

Rise, rise, William, rise.

Rise, William, rise.

Rise, William, rise.

Rise, William, rise.

Rise, William

Rise.

Rise, William.

Rise.

Rise, William, rise.

Your belief in me was unwavering.

And you shall be rewarded.

I will bring you back from this plane of existence,

and breathe into you your breath of life.

Rise William, rise.

Come to life, William!

Rise!

Come to life!

Rise, William, rise!

Come to life, William!

I've done it!

You're with us again, William!

Rise!

Rise!

Rise!

Ah!

Surprise.

Peter.

You look so nice when you shake like that.

You're crazy.

I'm involved with a crazy doctor.

Things could be worse.

How 'bout a kiss?

Go take a shower in formaldahyde.

Come with me.

Sweetheart, what am I gonna do with you?

How about the same as last night?

Good.

I've got something to look forward to.

Hey Sherri, come here for a second.

Yeah, Tara.

This patient here, Marcus Washington.

Is it the Marcus Washington?

The Marcus Washington?

Who's Marcus Washington?

Really, Sherri, where have you been?

Marcus Washington just happens to be

the fastest running back this side of the Juice.

Three years All-American, Rookie of the Year NFL,

and when he gets that ball,

he moves his black ass down the field, poetry in motion.

That's who Marcus Washington is.

Oh.

Oh.

Here, hold the station for me while I go check him out.

Hail 24, hike hut!

Are you feelin' all right?

Boy, am I glad to meet you.

I've spent most of my life watchin' you play football.

You've always been my favorite hero.

My name is Tara Williams.

My friends call me Smiley

because of this sunny disposition I have.

Don't need this.

Who let you in here?

Excuse me, but I am a nurse.

The bigger they get, the bigger their heads get.

I think that's it for the locker room honey.

Look at these.

The lights goin' out inside, dig?

Marcus Washington, football star, don't exist anymore.

I ain't goin' to no more football games

unless it's to stand outside and shake a tin cup.

I'm sorry, I didn't know.

But it's not the end of the world.

You wanna help me?

Leave me alone.

I don't need any of your honkey crap.

What makes you think I'm white?

A black woman wouldn't feed shit like that to me.

She might if she cared a little.

See ya later, bigot.

Five already?

You don't have to go just yet.

Yes, I do.

All I do is dream about sleep.

Can't you just stay a little longer?

You need your beauty sleep.

Get outta here!

Oh, Nurse Gordon.

Could you check with Dr. Andrews?

Oh, thank you, Beth.

Oh, Tara.

Room 317 wants to see you.

Come in.

Who's there?

Tara Williams.

You wanted to see me?

Oh, I'm sorry, talk to me.

Keep diggin' yourself right into a hole,

don't you, Smiley?

I'm sorry about yesterday.

That's okay, but if you don't mind, I must make my rounds.

Go ahead.

Walk out on Marcus Washington.

Everybody else has.

Now, we both have something to apologize for.

Hey, come over here.

Were you really a fan of mine?

Stood in line a whole hour once

just to get your autograph.

You're jivin' me.

No, I was just a blur in a crowd.

Hey no, now I remember.

Redhead, right?

Big, blue eyes.

Looks like Charlie's going to surgery.