Captives

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Rachel, hi, it's...

it's Simon.

Um, I don't know how long

you've got this flat for,

I hope it's nice, I hope it's okay.

I know you don't want to,

but we've really got to talk about our house

or, you know, fix the price.

I've tried calling you at work.

Please ring back.

You'll be with us

two afternoons a week, uh?

Bag. Far to drive?

No.

Only the London hospital.

I teach there.

You'll have your work cut out. Harold

does his best, but his not a nurse.

- Harold?

- Your assistant.

Every movement, a key.

Don't worry. They're all being banged up.

Feeding time.

- High heels.

- No, I don't say.

Beauty parlour now have we?

Go on, doll, give the screws some.

I'm on my dinner break really.

So I'm getting off.

But when you've finished, just say

Harold, and I'll see you out.

Make sure you're all right.

Have a nice break.

I think we might as well start here.

Oral surgery.

Yes, well, shall we sure move on.

This is the waiting area. We like to

bring them over in blocks, Wing by wing.

Keep your eye on the numbers.

Officers get twitchy,

if there's too many cons are hanging about.

X-Ray.

Records.

For medications we put a

prescription in the files

and an M.O. passes it out later, on the wing.

Loo.

They will keep promicing us a nurse,

but we like to say nothing, say

it well, and keep on saying it.

Doctor Hockley, Rachel Clifford.

New dentist two days a week.

For her sins?

Fall into step up.

Four coming, two for visits.

You'll have to send over.

Hey, you can't put "Elvis"

down as a religion.

Elvis isn't a religion.

Yeah, well, it is to me.

Why not? It's as good as any.

- I'm not accepting Elvis.

- Put "C. of E." "Church of Elvis."

Oh... Yeah, this is Graceland, isn't it?

I think I'm in love with you,

you know, bastard.

You should be fine now, all right?

Harold, why can't I issue dental floss?

Because they'd floss each other's heads off,

that's why.

I haven't any records for Chaney.

He's been transferred from up North.

It's all right. I'll just get your

details, have that out of the way.

Dr Hockley might have his medicals.

Any medical history?

Allergic to penicillin?

Anything I need to be warned about?

No?

No major renovations?

So, what's the problem?

- Pain, really.

- Upper or lower?

Both.

Front?

And back.

And a funny clicking.

And open.

Close.

Open.

You can close again.

Tempero-mandibular joint dysfunction.

I was just saying that to the boys.

London has a problem with cockroaches.

Doesn't it just...

You are grinding very heavily.

And it's wearing down your teeth.

Can you lean back? It could cause vertical

fractures which can be quite serious.

Is that comfy?

This'll be fun.

I haven't seen one of these in years.

The clicking... um

is in your joint.

It's the disk. It's becoming displaced.

At the very worst it'll start locking, and...

then you're in real trouble.

- Lockjaw?

- Good as. Open.

And bite down. Lovely.

It's stress, causing you to grind. Tension.

Everyone does it to some extent.

London cabdrivers are the worst. It's unreal.

They come in right down to their gums.

Go like that.

Lovely.

Just ask you to hold still for just a sec.

- Rachel.

- Sorry, I'm disturbing you.

No, no, not at all.

I need my old kits,

I can't take any more from the hospital.

Right. Of course.

I didn't think you'd be here.

No, no. Please.

So, how's this prison?

Fine.

I saw a textbook once,

someone trying to show

facial characteristics,

that could indicate criminality.

You know, jaw-size

and that sort of thing.

Same guy tried an identification

system based on ears.

Like fingerprints.

- Rachel.

- I know all about the house.

I don't just want to talk about that.

Take the cabinet.

I can't afford to go any lower.

I haven't only been

ringing about the house.

Sorry?

I'm trying to say that...

I know, you've been through a lot.

I needed to sort some things out, too.

There have been days,

I couldn't even come down here.

I remember that.

- You were f***ing her then.

- Christ.

Don't come crying to me, Simon.

Tell your little tart in the sari.

I'm not listening to this.

I'm trying to talk to you.

Who was this smile for?

Who were you smiling for?

It was like...

It was like living in a bubble here.

Like a desert island, you know?

You, me, the house, the practice, everything.

Well, I'm really sorry!

"There have been days,

I couldn't even come down here"

What does he expect me to do?

How am I supposed to feel?

Rachel, you have to meet Pearl.

She's just...

Well, I can't describe it.

You know, people talk about healing hands.

But she's got healing eyes.

I was telling her about Oliver,

and all the trouble that he causes...

How Katie gets so upset

with him coming and going.

And that I want Katie to have a father,

or no father,

but not this pulling.

And Pearl's eyes just telling me "Let go".

Because you have to, you know,

you can't get ten out of ten all the time.

Right then. That's fine.

Um... Just make sure that you check the

inclusions right, because

the bite is very close.

Okay, I'll do that.

- Haven't you finished yet?

- Almost.

- If any one is on, get me at the jail.

- Have fun!

That dentist on today?

What, the toothfairy?

Yeah. She's doing "B" wing.

I'd give her one.

I'm lying in the chair, and she's giving

me this, leaning, rubbing up there.

She's got it all right.

She'd do it.

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