A Stitch in Time

Synopsis: An accident in the butchers shop leads Norman and Mr Grimsdale to the hospital where, after causing the normal ammount of chaos, Norman finds Lindy, a little girl who hasn't spoken or smiled since her parents were killed in an aeroplane accident. Norman decides to help.

Genre: Comedy

Director(s): Robert Asher

Actors: Norman Wisdom, Edward Chapman, Jeanette Sterke, Jerry Desmonde

Production: VCI Entertainment


IMDB:: 7.1

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Year:: 1963
: 89 min
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Chopper.
Well done, Pitkin!
Two ounces over, Mr Grimsdale.
It's all right, Pitkin,
it's mostly bone.
Oh.
There you are, Mrs Cudforth,
the best New Zealand lamb.
15 and ninepence.
Take 15 and nine, please, Amy.
Robbery! How many times
do I have to tell you
we're not here to give
the dogs free meat!
It was mostly bone.
The next time a dog comes
into this shop, I'll deal with it.
He means he's gonna put it
in his sausage meat.
You're not suggesting Mr Grimsdale
uses dog meat in his sausages?
Here, Mr Grimsdale.
Show him your gold watch and chain.
"From the..."
"...Association of Midland
Family Butchers and Poulterers."
"First prize..."
"First prize for quality and hygiene."
It's my proudest possession,
Mrs Cudforth.
Oh, yes? That's nice.
Good morning.
Thank you, Pitkin.
Next, please.
I'll have a pound of potatoes,
two tins of sardines
and a half hundredweight of coal.
Mr Grimsdale?
What, might I ask, is the time
by your gold watch and chain?
- One o'clock, Pitkin.
- Oh, yes, of course.
Early closing, innit?
W-What are you doing?
That could go off.
Give over. Don't do that, Pitkin!
Oi, you!
Open the till.
Women.
Watch, watch.
- Hide it.
- Can't, I've got my hands up.
Open your mouth.
Don't move, don't move.
You got a bit hanging.
I've swallowed it!
You murderer!
Stop! Help! Police!
Help! Help! Help!
Help! Police! Police!
Never mind the police,
call an ambulance, you...
Yes, Mr Grimsdale.
Oh!
Hello? Hello, send an ambulance, please.
- I don't need an ambulance.
- Mr Grimsdale does.
Yes, urgent!
It's Grimsdale's in the high street.
The butchers.
And poulterers!
Oh, they've gone now.
Mr Grimsdale?
Mr Grimsdale, are you all right, hey?
My last seconds are ticking away, Pitkin.
I know, I can hear 'em!
How long will the ambulance be?
About 18 feet, Mr Grimsdale.
The ambulance is coming! Mr Grimsdale!
It's ringing!
Mis... Oh, Mr Grimsdale!
Now-now-now try to hang on!
Mr Grimsdale! They're here!
Hurry up! I think he's going!
- Stretcher case?
- Course he is.
Mr Grimsdale swallowed
his gold watch and chain.
Ooh!
Blood.
He's new on the job.
- He's gone!
- Gone?
- What did you say?
- He's gone!
- Ohhh...
- Oh, no!
Ooh!
Oh!
If the inspection goes well,
it means a large donation for the
Children's Sunshine Holiday Home.
- We're still L#20,000 short.
- Lady Brinkley's signed bigger cheques.
Hello. How nice of you to come.
How are you?
I'm all right, only Mr Grimsdale
swallowed his gold watch...
Lady Brinkley.
Do come this way.
Before we start,
one pleasant little formality.
Please, Nurse.
Thank you.
- Aren't they lovely?
- Yes, isn't it?
- Shall we?
- Oh, yes, of course.
- Nurse, how long...
- Don't worry.
When a porter's available,
Mr Grimsdale will be taken to Casualty.
I don't mind taking him to Casualty...
meself.
- Comfy, Mr Grimsdale?
- I'm sinking fast, Pitkin.
I can hear the angels singing.
I can't hear 'em.
You're not so near to them
as I am, are you?
Don't worry, Mr Grimsdale,
I'll get a porter meself.
PORTER!
Porter!
Shhhh.
Shall we, er...?
Porter?
I'll take you to Casualty meself,
Mr Grimsdale!
I'll race you.
Ooh! Ah! Look out!
You... You clumsy...!
Oi!
Hey! Hey!
Yeeeeoooow!
We spare no effort to speed our patients
on the road to recovery...
Emergency!
It's all right,
bit of a hold-up but don't worry,
I'll soon have you in Casualty.
Oh, my dear Lady Brinkley!
What has happened?
- I'm so sorry! You're not hurt?
- This is dreadful!
Matron, look after Lady Brinkley.
Pick up the flowers.
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