The Naked Kiss Page #3

founded this town.

J.L. Grant is our most famous citizen.

Everybody calls him Grant.

J.L. Grant.

Yes, I've read about him.

International playboy.

Chateau in Normandy,

villa on the Riviera...

private yacht in Monte Carlo.

Society's most eligible bachelor.

He's a hard worker, Miss Kelly.

He's no playboy.

His very name

is a synonym for charity.

He's got the biggest heart

in the world.

Why, he built our hospital.

He built the orthopedic medical center

and sponsors it all by himself.

And it's open to all handicapped children

with no racial or religious barriers.

Handicapped children?

It's a haven of hope for those angels -

so little, so helpless

and so pitifully crippled.

One more operation,

and that baby will have straight feet.

What about that new patient,

Anita Uphoff?

Oh, she'll do good with new braces

and a pelvic band.

Now, uh, about Peanuts.

- Oh, he's terrified.

- I know.

Dr. Tegmeyer's going to transfer

some muscles down around the hip area.

That Kelly is some woman, Griff.

One day, she walked in here

out of nowhere and -

I'll fill in lover boy

with all the facts, Julia.

Hello, Mac, Dusty.

- Where is this new nurse's aide

I've been hearing about?

You too?

Um, Dr. Torrance asked you to meet him

at Plastic Surgery in five minutes.

- Right.

- Reception.

Yes, just a moment, please.

- Miss McDowell, Dr. Gorsen.

- Yes, Doctor.

Right, Doctor.

Shoot this over to Radiology

and then get Peanuts ready for surgery.

He's in the playroom.

Come on, Griff.

Now you'll see the McCoy in action.

She came out of the clouds one night

without a single reference.

I hired her on the spot.

I thought orthopedics

called for specialized training.

Oh, it does.

Some people are born

to write books, symphonies...

paint pictures, build bridges.

But Kelly -

she was born to handle children with crutches

and babies in braces.

Sounds like one of those

sweet Florence Nightingales.

Not Kelly! She's tough.

Runs her ward like a pirate ship.

She makes Captain Bligh

look like a sissy.

What do you want, a medal?

Every two years, you get new legs

to grow on, don't you?

- Why didn't you want to put 'em on?

- I got used to the others, skipper.

Ah!

Sit down.

Now, let me see you touch your toes.

Best thing in the world for him.

Exercises his back

with his brand-new legs.

They're too far away.

That's a new low.

Using crippled kids to front your trade.

I quit my trade.

You'll have a problem breaking in those little girls

to walk the street on crutches.

I washed my face clean

the morning I woke up in your bedroom.

You got morals in my room?

Oh, you had nothing to do with it.

Nothing.

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