The Road to Wellville Page #3

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keen to learn. Aren't you?

- Uh...

- You've come to the right place.

But we are merely lifeguards at watch

on the shores of the alimentary canal.

A wheelchair immediately

for Mr. Lightbody! Hurry!

I don't need a wheelchair.

I do not need a wheelchair.

Sir, I am a doctor, and you take my word

for it. You are in need of a wheelchair.

Wheelchairs are for amputees,

for Civil War veterans...

old people with one foot in the grave.

Lucky if you have only one foot

in the grave, because I can help you.

Two feet in and your money will be

better spent with an undertaker.

Mr. Johnston, I want the finest care

for this gentleman.

So get the very best attendant.

Graves. Yes, get Nurse Graves.

Hey, one foot in the grave! Ha!

I will see to you personally

first thing in the morning.

- If you're still alive, that is.

- Thank you.

Thank you, ma'am.

Frank!

Oh, darling, it's Dr. Linniman

who I told you about...

who looked after me so wonderfully well

the last time... you remember.

No, I don't remember.

How are you?

Oh, it's heaven to be back.

It's good to see you again.

Eleanor, you've lost weight.

Wait. I want my wife!

- You Charles Ossining?

- Yes!

Mr. Bender says

you're to come with me.

Thank God, boy! Where's the cab?

No cab, sir.

Mr. Bender said to walk.

He did, did he? Is it far?

It wouldn't be

if we weren't walkin'.

- Where are you taking me?

- Your room. Your wife will go to hers.

- We're together.

- Oh, no, sir. That just wouldn't do.

If you get my meaning?

Up, please, Harold.

Best air in the place. Lovely view too.

Hello, Irene. Here he is.

Welcome to the San.

I'm Nurse Graves...

and I'll be your personal nurse

during your stay here.

Ah, you must be tuckered, sir,

what with all that rail travel.

Terrible. Shakes you up

like an eggnog.

Here we are. Nice, cheery room.

Torture. Worse than

the Spanish Inquisition.

- Torture?

- Rail travel.

Well, I will bid you good night...

and leave you in the capable hands

of Nurse Graves.

- Night, Irene.

- Good night, Ralph.

Undress, please.

- You're very beautiful, Irene.

- Please. Don't talk, Mr. Lightbody.

Not in your condition.

Now, we're gonna have you asleep

in no time at all.

But it's only 6:
00.

And I haven't slept a wink

in 22 days.

Well, tonight you'll sleep like a baby.

That's why I'm here.

Now, I want you to relax.

And I'll be back later

to give you your bath.

Where are you taking me? I thought Mr.

Bender was staying at the Post Tavern!

He is. Only you're up there.

$3.25 a week due every Saturday.

Breakfast at 7:
00, dinner at 1:00,

supper at 6:
30...

and she wants a week in advance.

I'm sorry, Nurse, but I think

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