Luther Hawkins, Dr. Craig and others in “Murder, She Rote”

Excuse me, Dr. Craig.

Yeah?

We lost one of your patients, Florence Hufnagel.

Where is she?

In here, on her way to the morgue.

What happened?

Cardiac arrest.

Why haven't her test results been charted? We have ward clerks up the wazoo, but you can't get a simple blood test back from the lab before high noon?

Well, the doctors didn't seem to know what caused the heart attack. Though my guess is it was brought on by the bed.

The bed, what bed?

Well, Miss Hufnagel was found... Well, she had been swallowed up by the bed.

[Auschlander laughs as all four exit the elevator] I don't think it's so damn funny.

I'm not laughing, I'm really not. It's tragic.

Wait till the hospital gets slapped with a lawsuit for shoddy equipment.