The Outsider

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All right, nurse.

Well?

Congenital dislocation.

Too late for operation.

Quite hopeless, I'm afraid.

Well, Sir Montague? How---

I and my colleagues regret to say, madam, that

there is nothing that can be done.

I am afraid your child will always be a cripple.

And is that all that the greatest specialist

in London can say?

We're only doctors, madam!

We can't work miracles.

Then I'll go to someone who can.

Is there anyone?

Ragatzy.

But he's only a quack!

You don't need that anymore.

For fifteen years...

...I've wanted to do this. Ha.

You can use it for firewood, eh?

Thank you, Mr Ragatzy.

Oh, Mr Ragatzy.

- I'm Lady Will---

- There are no ladies here.

Only mothers with crippled children.

You must wait your turn.

- Feeling better, eh?

- Yes, thank you, sir.

- Well?

- Yeah!

Well, I must confess - I'm very

much impressed.

And I congratulate you, Ragatzy.

Thank you, Dr Ladd.

And you can tell Lord Pembury, that my fee

for curing his son is 350 pounds.

- Isn't that rather a lot?

- Well, isn't he rather rich?

Well...

Soon I'll be able to do the Lambeth Walk.

That's not what Mr Ragatzy cured you for!

I have done a good job, eh?

Ah, Mr Ragatzy - how can we ever thank you

or pay you for what you've done?

Now, when I took this case on I told you that all

I would want would be my expenses.

Now let me see, the boy has been with me eight

months. Oh, a hundred pounds.

A hundred pounds? And me a taxi driver!

People ain't as free with their tips as they used to be.

Never mind, my friend - you keep your tips.

Just tell your customers how clever I am.

Tell everyone!

A lot of important people go in taxis.

- Oh, thank you, sir.

- You leave it to me, sir.

Cor, strike me up the Monument

if I don't tell 'em!

Why, I'll put a blinkin' loudspeaker

on top of me cab.

Cor, strike me pink if I don't, sir!

Oh, er, by the way, Dr Ladd.

I've changed my mind about that fee.

I thought you would.

Yes, it's gone up a hundred.

450 now, not three.

Now, listen, Ragatzy - you can't

do things like that.

It's not ethical. It's not... English.

Well, I'm not ethical and I'm not English.

That's the whole trouble.

Oh, well.

Gentlemen. The plain truth is...

...Ragatzy has done some amazing cures.

Quacks always do do amazing cures.

Otherwise you'd never hear of 'em.

He certainly gets enough publicity.

Disgusting.

The papers are doing all they can to make

us recognise this outsider.

If we don't, there's going to be a

press campaign against us.

Why not meet him, and investigate his

claims for yourselves?

I suppose we shall have to.

Confound the fellow!

It's no point our seeing him

unless Sturdee does.

And he won't.

Sturdee's very open-minded about anything

that can benefit humanity.

Let me see if I can persuade

him to meet Ragatzy.

I can see "Lord Marble Arch" associating

with a charlatan!

- "Lord Marble Arch"?

- That's what the nurses used to call him.

You'll know why when you meet him.

Sir Israel Nathan has just telephoned, sir.

He's on his way to see you.

Oh. Where's Miss Sturdee?

She's in the drawing room, sir.

With some friends.

Good. Then I'll see her later.

Foundit

Off you go.

Well, Wendy. For an actress you

played almost like a lady.

Oh, actresses can do other things

besides that, you know?

Yes, most of them do other things

much better than act.

Oh, they do, do they?

Well, I must go and see how Lally's getting on.

Come on, everybody.

Now then, don't give yourself away.

I know - Robert Taylor.

Certainly not!

- My... darling Gary Cooper.

- Never.

- Tommy Farr.

- Ooh, no.

Oh, I give up. You'll have to

suggest some names.

The one and only Basil Owen,

in person.

I never would have guessed it.

Well, how's the great work going?

You may well ask.

A new song cycle by Lalage Sturdee.

Words by the one-and-only Basil Owen.

And he hasn't written a word for weeks.

And what's more, they're going into rehearsal

at the BBC on Tuesday.

Oh, darling, I am sorry, but I've been awfully

busy with the new musical comedy.

And the new blondes that go in it!

Well, they haven't picked them yet,

so I haven't had a chance.

Well, let's hear what you've done.

Oh, Lally - that's the loveliest tune.

Do people really like that dreary,

sentimental stuff nowadays?

Some people do.

But... if you like I'll change and play something

you can understand, Wendy?

Darling, all music is too, too

beautiful. Even yours.

Thank you.

Come on, Basil - let's dance.

Go, Lally! Swing it!

But you know Lally doesn't play swing.

Oh, yes she does!

Lally can swing it higher than you can kick!

Oh, good shot!

Well, Lally? Are you enjoying the sunshine?

Why, yes.

I'll never get used to it.

Isn't there anyone, anywhere?

No darling, there isn't anyone, anywhere.

- You talk as if I mustn't even hope.

- You mustn't even pray.

That seems to shut out God.

Oh, excuse me, sir.

Sir Nathan Israel to see you. I've

shown him into the study.

Thank you, Bridget.

Lally, dear - you must be brave.

Try to make the best of things.

People who make the best of things...

never make them any better.

Well, I mustn't keep Sir Nathan waiting.

And I've got to catch the six o'clock

train to Newcastle.

Darling, how long will you be gone?

Only until tomorrow evening. I've got a

big operation there in the morning.

What shall I bring you back?

Oh - the usual sack of coals.

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