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destroy the nerve part of the leg.

Then she'd be entirely paralysed.

No, no, Nathan. I've had enough of

quacks. I won't meet any of them.

I hate the type.

You go and probe this man's beastly claims.

I'm not interested in him - and that's final.

Well?

I'm sorry, madam - I cannot do the impossible.

Oh, but you can.

You've done things no other man could.

I know my trade.

I can't do this.

But won't you even try?

Won't you take a chance?

It's not me that's taking the chance, madam.

It's you and your little girl.

Where is that crook?

He's ruined me!

He's made me useless!

I warn you! All of you!

Before I met Ragatzy, I could walk.

Now I can't.

You swindler!

Now, please...

- Swine!

- ...please!

Before you treated Captain Witcherley, at

least he had the use of one leg.

Now he hasn't even that.

He's serving you with a writ...

...for criminal negligence.

He hasn't got any case against me.

I didn't want to treat him. I knew

it was hopeless.

But he implored me.

He told me that he's got no brains.

And that if he cannot walk,

he would starve...

...because he wouldn't be able to

run his farm in Kenya.

What?!

So, like a fool I took him on.

But I didn't neglect him. I fought

a good fight for him!

And I lost.

I'm going to tell the Royal

College of Surgeons.

So am I.

And tell them that, sometimes,

I fail - just like a doctor.

That's all you can tell them.

Except that you took a chance at

your own risk - and lost.

And you aren't sportsman enough

to lose like an Englishman.

Yes, well - if that's your idea of sport...

...this is mine!

Huh.

If it would give you back the

use of your legs...

...I'd let you hit the other cheek, too.

And now - good day.!

We haven't finished with you yet!

Now listen to me. All of you.

You heard what that poor man said.

You heard his warning.

Very well, then.

If you don't any more believe

that I can cure you...

...you can go after him.

Thank you.

Madam.

I've told you that I cannot

cure your little girl.

Just as I told him.

Thank you for telling me the truth.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

Humphries.

Don't let me forget my appointment

with those doctors tomorrow.

- For once, I want to be in time.

- Yes, sir.

Five minutes late, already.

He would be.

Well...

...nobody can say we are prejudiced - coming

here when Sturdee wouldn't.

What does the fellow call this

fantastic invention of his?

He calls it the "Ragatzy Rack".

Huh.

A catch-word to get publicity.

The man belongs to the Middle

Ages - the Inquisition.

The burning of heretics!

I admit he might have given

it a... a kinder name.

It's a machine that, um...

...straightens out and er... stretches

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