"The partially, nearly Naked Gun 3 : 'They Saved Crumpf's Brain'…"

Summary: Frank Drebbin is out of retirement and on the case when he learns the fanatical former president and loser candidate Fred Crumpf may not be quite as dead as he left him and he and/or his crazies including his family threaten the newly elected President Woodrowmina Wilson.

Of course Nordberg is no longer on the squad because of, well, we never talk about that...

Part XI…

Marjorie, glance to Frank…

"Yeah, go on Ed." Frank nodded. "I'll just have a little private time with Jane when the doc here is finished."

Private? Yes, Ford thought, smiling at Frank. Little? Well, time is a drop in Eternity.

"Be out of your hair in just a minute." He turned to the monitor, jotting notes.

"All right, well…We'll be back in just a few minutes, Lieutenant." Marjorie noted. She and Ed headed out of the room.

"I want to just ask about that Dr… Collins, by his id." Marjorie noted to Ed. "I'll just check with the nurses' station."

"Right." Ed nodded. "Meanwhile, I'll take a quick whiz, check the hall, and meet you by the elevator there."

Frank at Jane's bedside…

"Well, Jane…I met the President tonight, briefly. Very nice lady…"

Ford pulling capped syringe one surreptitiously out of his pocket, setting it quietly on small metal table tray by monitor, next to a couple of empty capped syringes for Jane's IV setup.

"She gave the Medal of Honor. Just a little thing I did regards that crook and traitor Crumpf…Nothing special. You know the drill. Just me doin' my job. Wish you coulda been there, though, funny face." Fond nod at Jane's unconscious face as she faced upward.

Ford starting to pull second syringe out…

"Is that her standard medication, Doc?" Frank, looking over, asked. "Something new or the same old, same old for the IV? I like to keep track of any new meds."

"Hmmn? Oh, this?" Ford smiled, having quickly repocketed syringe two and noting the syringe on counter, to left of the other two. "Oh, no. This is for another of my patients, nearby. Just want to make sure it's ready." He took up the syringe, eyeing it and tapping a bit.

"Yes…All ready…" he smiled placing it at end of the metal tray table, just apart from the other two. "Please don't let me interrupt you. I know how precious these family moments are. Just one last thing to check…And I promise I'll leave you two all to yourselves."

Forever…He did not say.

"Oh, sure. Dr. Collins is on duty tonight." The short, pleasant-looking young nurse at the station nodded to Marjorie. Eyeing the lovely Marjorie in her gown…

All gussied up for the white dude, sister? Bet she's the Anderson lady's relative. That woman is one uber-rich bitch. Not meaning to say anything against a brain-dead sister but if her damned light family asks for one more special favor while talking down to me…

"I see. Ok, good. We just like to keep track." Ms. Bailey nodded.

Yeah, the nurse thought. Gotta be sure a suck-up like Collins is tending your whatever that vegetable is to you.

"Hey." Ed had emerged from the restroom and observed the hall. "Ready for action. Everything ok?"

"Seems to be." Marjorie nodded.

Well, the guy looks pretty normal, at least she's not going for money, the nurse eyed Hochen. But hell, if she's an Anderson…I guess it's nice.

A smiling Creed in his security guard's uniform was starting down the hallway towards them, after emerging from a further elevator.

"But could we just go back to Mrs. Drebbin's room? I just have an odd feeling about this Doctor Collins." Marjorie began to Ed. "I know it's silly but I have an instinct sometimes…"

"Mrs. Drebbins? Oh, Dr. Collins isn't Mrs. Drebbins' doctor…" the young nurse began, rather surprised. "Her doctor for this shift is on his way, Dr. Goebbels-Banner."

Marjorie eyed Hocken who pondered…

Really could use a cupa Joe right now…Been a busy night.

"Hey?!" a tall, fortyish, attractive blonde nurse at the station, seated next to the other, peered over at Creed as he approached the station. "Where's Harvey tonight?" grim tone.

"Oh, he had to cancel for tonight." The approaching Creed smiled.

"Come on, Captain…!" Marjorie urged. "I thought there was something about that doctor …!"

"The hell he did!" the blonde nurse glared, rising to reveal a pregnancy bump. "We're supposed to talk about this kid tonight! Is he running out on me?!"

Uh…Creed blinked. "Sorry, I just started with the company."

"Well, I'm gonna have a little talk with Mike!" the nurse fumed. "He'll know what's up!" she dialed phone on desk.

The other nurse rolled eyes at Ed and Marjorie, she having paused on hearing…Slut? What else can I say?

"Honey? It's Sue, love bun." the blonde cooed. "No…Lil' Mike's doin' just fine. The kids ok? Great. But you happen to know if Harvey Stearns called in tonight …? Oh, no, sweetie…Just curious. It's his usual shift." Light tone. "He is?" looking at Creed…

Creed suddenly dashing for Jane's room…

"Hurry, Captain!" Marjorie cried to Hocken who'd been inwardly commiserating with "Mike".

Know what that's like, fella. Though my wife is the subject of crazy Nazi experiments…So I kinda win here, I guess.

Huh? Hearing and seeing Marjorie now… Oh, right the doc thing…

"Anything wrong, doc?" Frank asked as Ford eyed the monitor with concerned look.

"Nothing serious. But, could I trouble you to step over here and tell me if you see the same number here? I forgot my glasses in my other coat and don't want to be wrong about this reading?" Ford, sheepish smile.

"Sure, doc. Be right back, Janey. Ooops." He paused as he rose and jerked a plug loose.

"Sorry, third time this week. Is that one important?" he asked Ford who glanced over.

"Not really, now…" As alarm buzzed. "But…Let me see." smile. As Frank tried to reinsert the plug, pulling the monitor Ford had been standing by, knocking the small metal table's stand, causing the first syringe to roll off table as Ford circled bed to "inspect" the unplugged unit.

Ooops…Frank guiltily kicking broken syringe under table and whirling to face the doctor who'd eyed the reinserted plug.

Phew, another syringe. Frank moved a second capped syringe slightly.

"Looks fine…" Ford turned to Frank. "If you could just take a close look at that monitor panel there?" he indicated the monitor and stepped deftly to the metal table, grabbing the syringe in place as Frank looked, and swiftly raising it to strike…

"Hurry, Mr. Ford! I've been detected!" Creed entered in haste, slamming door and locking.

Frank turning his way in time to see Ford viciously striking with syringe…Leering.

"Frank! The doctor !" Marjorie's anxious voice at the door as she fumbled with it.

"Hold it right there, doc. I don't do drugs!" Frank glared, backing away as Ford just missed with swipe...The syringe flying loose and striking wall where it lodged.

"Well, we'll do this the old-fashioned way…Creed?!" Ford cried, moving to yank syringe from wall.

Creed pulling gun as did Frank…

Hocken outside blasting door lock repeatedly… "Hang on, Frank! We're coming!"

Hospital alarm blaring…

Frank ducking as Creed fired…

"Stop! Or. Mrs. Drebbin dies." Ford cried, holding the syringe to Jane's neck as Ms. Bailey and Hocken entered, both now with guns drawn.

You know I've always kinda liked that one…Ed eyed Marjorie's pistol taken from her purse. Elegant and light…I'd get one for Edna but she'd blow my or her head off in a Hydian moment.

Both halting at Ford's threat…Creed and Frank in stand-off.

"That's not the syringe you meant for me, doc." Frank noted.

"Really...Well, plunged into her neck it should be fairly effective if more painful." Ford sneered. "Now drop your guns, all of…"

He collapsed as Marjorie quickly shot him right in the head…A stunned Creed, Ed, and Frank all staring…Creed recovering first and turning to make a desperate dash at her.

"You bit…!" she fired again, hitting him in chest. He went down.

"Whoa…" the short nurse from the station had hurried in with several orderlies…Staring at the two bodies oozing blood on floor.

This is worse than last week…And the security guards have a strong union.

We are so gettin' sued.

"Nice shooting, ma'am." Ed noted to Marjorie who was kneeling to check for pulse on Creed.

"Yeah." Frank blinked.

She wasn't kidding about her heart being in field work, I guess.

"This one's dead. And I think there's no question about the phony doctor…" Marjorie sighed, rising, eyeing the blasted head of Ford's body on the floor. Stepping back to let the nurse and staff at the two…

"I'm afraid my training is shoot to kill." She eyed Frank and Ed. "Though I did try to wound the second one. Frank? You ok."

"Well…They seemed to be trying to kill me, but fine . Oh, watch out for that broken syringe on the floor, it's probably full of deadly poison." Frank noted. Ed rising with jerk from where he'd been kneeling by the dead Ford.

"Best to let them secure these two…" Ms. Bailey noted. "Ma'am?" she addressed the nurse who was examining Creed. "Have you called the police? I have to inform all of you this is a federal matter and you'll need to keep this affair a secret. If these men are dead, I must ask you not to handle them any further."

You just shot up a hospital room and killed two men, one apparently a doctor here, lady? The nurse stared. You better have some high-power federal creds…Oooh. Nice. She eyed the very formal federal id Marjorie displayed to her.

"I'm contacting my people. Captain, Lieutenant? Can you explain things to the police as they come in?" Marjorie on phone. "I want our people to take charge here. We might be able to identify these two. Clearly they were professionals. Bailey here." She addressed her phone. "I'll be with you two in a minute. " she hissed, waving to Frank and Hocken.

"This isn't Dr. Collins." The nurse told Hocken eyeing the badge on Ford's chest. All three heading out the room door as Ms. Bailey continued on phone.

"I know." Frank nodded. "He was completely unprofessional. Took forever to examine Jane and look…" he displayed Ford's page of jotted notes in his hand. "Not only meaningless gibbish but the handwriting is legible."

"What's all the excitement?" Dr. Goebbels-Banner had stopped by the nurses' station as he entered the floor, newly arrived, staring at the orderlies and guards rushing by to Jane's room. "I heard the alarms…" he addressed the pregnant blonde nurse.

"Oh, somebody shot someone in 121." Impatient air.

Hey, this is LA. We had two shootings in the ER and main hospital last week.

Now what? The blonde pregnant nurse sighed. I don't think Harvey's gonna show. How do I explain this one to Mike when it pops out black?

"Doc? You know how sometimes, if you have say Native or African-American ancestry you can have a darker kid?" she asked the nonplused Goebbels-Banner. So Dad's "top" assassins failed again?

"Oh, hey, doc." Hocken, emerging from Jane's room with Frank cheerily addressed him.