Guess who's coming to nurse that bigoted old Jewish sour pickle, the widower Horowitz, a 70-year-old heart patient? That's right: black Mrs. Washington, who's possessed of a towering nobility granted only to the saints and Sidney Poitier. She's strong enough to work hard with her widowed daughter and her school-age grandchildren, seeing that they have a wholesome family life and stay away from the neighborhood "savages." And she's tolerant enough to put up with Horowitz, who--having been mugged and slashed by those same "savages"--heaps racial epithets on the sturdy Mrs. W. She says: "You can insult me, berate me, get angry, shout, yell, rant and rave. But I am here for the duration." She bullies and coaxes the insulting Horowitz through rehab exercises and the first steps toward doing for himself. And, of course, Horowitz warms up with a few lapses, till he's medium-lovable and then high-adorable; meanwhile, Mrs. W's martyred goodness jumps several notches--especially when her grandson is stabbed by "savages" because he refuses to give up a gold coin Horowitz has given him. The two squabble at cards, exchange memories, and pull off a plan to keep Horowitz out of the clutches of his children (who want to move him out of his beloved Manhattan). Denker has stewed up two stereotypes into familiar applesauce--based on the best of intentions, perhaps, but mush just the same.