A Stitch in Time Page #3

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Rinse your mouth with this

and spit into the bowl.

Right.

- Is that the one?

- Yes.

- Is that it?

- Yes.

Is that the one?

Thank you. Take your foot off.

Take your foot off!

Pull it out.

No, the tooth.

Oh!

And finally,

we come to the dental clinic -

if I may say so, the finest in Europe.

We have all the latest equipment -

the chairs are very comfortable.

- You've done it most beautifully.

- Thank you.

Please!

There. That didn't hurt, did it?

This is the first time

I've voluntarily sat in a dentist's chair.

There, that didn't hurt, did it?

No.

You!

You! Lord Hector, I have been looking

all over the place for you.

Me and Mr Grimsdale,

we've had the call.

Get out and never come back! You're

banned from this hospital for all time!

Banned? But I've been helping

suffering humanity.

Get out and never come back!

Get him out. Out!

Shh.

Don't give me away.

Have they gone?

Hello, John.

Hello. What's your name?

Aren't you gonna tell me?

Of course I know, really.

It's Lindy, isn't it? Lindy Walker.

I'd like to hear you say it.

- She's making no headway at all.

- None. Quite the reverse.

She hasn't spoken or smiled

or shown interest?

- No, Doctor.

- Then I'm afraid we'll just have to wait.

Must we wait?

Can't we do something now?

- I'm sorry, Doctor.

- It's all right. Shock isn't easy to treat.

When Lindy lost her parents

in that plane crash,

she lost the only effective cure-love.

- There's nothing we can do?

- Little except watch her carefully

and hope something

gives her back the will to live.

Ohh... Oh, that's it.

Funny, you know...

When you didn't give me away

just now...

Oh, I was very happy.

Cos you see, well, I thought, well...

perhaps you liked me.

But it's really only cos

you didn't want to talk, isn't it?

Yeah, well, I, erm...

I must go.

Erm... Lindy?

Look, my name's Mr Pitkin.

Erm...

You haven't got anyone to kiss you

good night or anything, have you?

Well, far be it from me

to push myself forward

but, erm, well...

What do you reckon?

Well, cos if you can't talk

then you can't say no, can you?

So, erm...

you...

You ready, then?

Oh. Your nose is in the way.

Now we are friends, aren't we?

I've gotta...

I must, cos look at the time.

Erm, er...

Just a minute, Mr...?

- Pitkin.

- Thank you, Mr Pitkin.

What for?

You obviously don't realise but you've

just done something wonderful.

- Me?

- Mm. You must have a gift.

Oh, no, no, I don't want anything,

me and Mr Grimsdale do it for nothing.

See, we've had the call.

Naturally, he's had it

stronger than I have,

and he's more interested in

the cutting up side.

- I beg your pardon?

- Surgery.

- You will come and see Lindy again?

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