[While the crowd sings "Amazing Grace" outside Kingdom Hospital, mounted policeman Saul Tarus exercises an aggressive form of crowd control.]
STSaul Tarus
I am the COP, your shepherd! You shall not want across that line! I'll make you lie down in mean postures! I'll bust your ditty-bop heads, and run you down in the path of righteousness! Rod-butt your asses with the shadow of death! I'll teach you fear, and show you evil! I, with my rod and my staff, will discomfort thee! I will turn you into table spread! Anoint your head with gasoline!
[He punctuates his rant by bashing people with his billyclub.]
STSaul Tarus
For I am the MEANEST... SON OF A... BITCH... IN THE... VALLEY! YOU GOT THAT?! NOW MOVE IT BAAAACK!
[Dr. Hook et al. are mapping the brain of seizure victim Sol Tarus, who suddenly "saw the light" the previous night.]
STSaul Tarus
Somebody is moving my left hand.
GDr. Gupta
Eh, can you read the screen for us, please? Anything?
[Cut to an LCD displaying individual basic words for a few seconds each.]
STSaul Tarus
I was trying to say the words, but I couldn't.
[Cut to the exposed brain, where a set of tags marked H7, H5, B3, and E4 are visible. Hook touches B3 with a probe.]
GDr. Gupta
Read the screen, please.
[The display changes from BOX to CHRISTMAS.]
STSaul Tarus
Teacher, I have brought to you my son, for he's possessed by a mute spirit. Whenever it seizes him, it throws him down, he foams at the mouth, grinds his teeth, and becomes rigid. Jesus rebuked the unclean spirit, and raised him up.
GDr. Gupta
Well, uh... B4 is... the Bible, I guess. What is that, "Matthew"?
[In the ghostly "Old Kingdom", the headless corpse blunders into Dr. Gottreich's lab.]
GDr. Gottreich
My word, young man, that is one grevious wound. Where are we going to find you a new nut?
[Long-dead Dr. Gottreich walks a darkened hall of the Old Kingdom Hospital with a lit candle.]
Here we store what came before,
Pain and suffering from days of yore.
Before and after, tears and laughter,
After comes before, before comes after.
Past and future, and then... hereafter.
The naked and the dead, the young and the old,
Their stories end here, their tales untold.
Here, sickness and death have left their pages,
Written in blood for all the ages.
Someday... your story will be here, too.
[Nurse Carrie tends to Sol (now Paul) Tarus as another tremor hits.]
PTPaul Tarus
It's not the shaking that worries me. It's the voices. D'you hear 'em?
CCarrie
I hear a... faint hum.
PTPaul Tarus
Oh... they're voices. But don't worry. [smiles beatifically] God'll take care of us. Or...
PTPaul Tarus
[still smiling] Or he won't.
