A Stitch in Time

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Chopper.

Well done, Pitkin!

DOG GROWLS AND WHIMPERS

(Two ounces over, Mr Grimsdale.)

(It's all right. It's mostly bone.)

(Oh-ho!)

There you are, Mrs Cutforth. The best New Zealand lamb. 15/9d. >

Take 15/9d, please, Amy. >

Robbery! ..Pitkin, we're not here to give the local dogs free meat.

-It was mostly bone(!)

-The next time a dog comes in, I'll...deal with it.

He'll put it in his sausages.

You're not suggesting that Mr Grimsdale uses dog meat in his sausages, are you?

Here, Mr Grimsdale.

Show him your gold watch and chain.

"From the Association of Midland Family Butchers and Poulterers..."

"..first prize..."

"..first prize for quality and hygiene."

-It's my proudest possession, Mrs Cutforth.

-Oh, yes. That's nice.

Good mornin'.

Thank you, Pitkin.

Next, please.

A pound of potatoes, two tins of sardines and a hundredweight of coal.

Mr Grimsdale, what, might I ask, is the time by your gold watch?

One o'clock, Pitkin.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Early closing, innit?

Ooh! W-What you doing? That could go off. Ooh!

HE WHIMPERS

Give over! Don't do that, Pitkin!

Oi, you! Open the till.

Women(!)

W-Watch. Hide it.

I can't. I've got me hands up.

Open your mouth.

Don't move.

You've got a bit hanging.

GUN FIRES

I've swallowed it!

You murderer!

Stop! Help! Police!

Help! Help!

Never mind the police, call an ambulance, you...!

Yes, Mr Grimsdale.

Hello? Send an ambulance, please.

-I don't need an ambulance.

-Mr Grimsdale does.

Yes, urgent. Grimsdale's, in the high street. The butcher's.

And poulterer's! Oh, they've gone now!

Mr Grimsdale? Are you all right?

My last seconds are ticking away.

-I know. I can hear 'em.

-How long will the ambulance be?

About 18 feet, Mr Grimsdale.

BELL RINGS

The ambulance is coming!

BELL RINGS

Mr... Oh, Mr Grimsdale. Try to hang on.

Mr Grimsdale, they're 'ere!

Hurry up. I think he's going!

-Stretcher case?

-Of course. He's swallowed his watch and chain.

Ooh!

Blood.

He's new.

CREAK!

-He's gone!

-Gone?!

-What did you say?

-He's gone.

Oh, no!

Ooh!

If the inspection goes well, we can expect a handsome donation.

-We're still £20,000 short.

-Lady Brinkley's signed bigger cheques.

Hello! How are you?

I'm all right. Mr Grimsdale's swallowed his watch...

Lady Brinkley...

A-hem. Do come this way.

Before we start the inspection, one pleasant formality.

-They're lovely.

-Isn't it? Shall we?

-Of course.

-Nurse, how long...?

-As soon as a porter's available he'll be taken to casualty.

-I don't mind taking him...

myself.

-Comfy, Mr Grimsdale?

-I'm sinking fast, Pitkin.

I can hear the angels singing.

-I

-can't.

-You're not so near to them as I am.

Don't worry, Mr Grimsdale. I'll get a porter myself.

PORTER!

PORTER!

Shh.

Shall we?

(Porter!)

I'll take you to casualty, Mr Grimsdale.

TYRES SCREECH

I gotcha.

Look out!

You clumsy...!

-Oi!

-Ha-ha!

We speed our patients on the road to recovery...

Emergency!

CRASH!

CRASH! BANG!

CRASH! BANG! WALLOP!

It's all right, Mr Grimsdale. I'll soon have you in casualty.

Oh, my dear Lady Brinkley! What has happened to you?

This is dreadful. Matron, look after Lady Brinkley.

I must go. Excuse me.

Great heavens! Find him. I want him.

Lady Brinkley, what can I do to make amends? A glass of brandy?

-I want to go home.

-Lady Brinkley's car.

-Perhaps tomorrow?

-Impossible.

-We'd be honoured.

-Oh, very well.

-Thank you, Lady Brinkley.

-Thank you.

-Can't I stay with him?

-You're putting the surgeon off.

Don't worry. It's a simple matter.

-Go to the waiting room. If there's news, I'll let you know.

-Thank you.

< BABY CRIES

Mr Grimsdale...!

-How did they get...?!

-Shh, shh.

HE MOUTHS

No! Did they?!

Cor! They didn't, Mr Grimsdale?

-Oh, it must have been...

-That's enough, Pitkin!

Sufficient to say it were extremely uncomfortable.

I think you've been snatched from death's door.

From the very threshold, Pitkin.

-A miracle, Mr Grimsdale.

-A miracle, Pitkin.

-A miracle.

-A miracle.

-How long d'you reckon you'll be here?

-I'm still on the danger list.

I'll have to lie very still for a month.

The doctor says you can go out tomorrow, Mr Grimsdale.

I should let him rest now.

Pitkin. Take my watch...

Can I, Mr Grimsdale?

..and lock it in the safe.

Yes, Mr Grimsdale. You can rely on me.

I can wear it in the daytime, can't I?

-Mr Grimsdale? YOU DROPPED OFF?

-Shh.

WHISTLES HAPPY TUNE

We're fortunate to have a second chance. Nothing must go wrong!

Take it easy! What are you doing?

How kind of you to co...

Please, do you mind? Excuse me.

-I must apologise for this LITTLE spot of bother.

-Don't worry.

-No-one's been hurt.

-Go away! Please, Lady Brinkley.

Innit marvellous(?)

Oh, Mr Grimsdale! You look wonderful.

I FEEL wonderful, Pitkin.

-It's a...

-Miracle.

Performed by a doctor dedicated to the cause of suffering humanity.

Oh, the way you say it...

-Say what?

-That "suffering" bit - whatever it was you said.

Dedicated to the cause of suffering humanity.

That's what we'll be, to show our gratitude for my recovery.

Dedicated to the cause of suffering humanity.

Here, Mr Grimsdale, we've had, well, a sort of a call, haven't we?

We have that, Pitkin, we have that.

Come on... OW!

-What about it?

-What about what?

-The call we've had.

I know. The way you slice meat and saw through bone...

-you could be a surgeon.

-That's feasible. A surgeon, yes.

The best in the whole world.

Don't exaggerate. I'd probably be no better that the rest.

Fix up a date with the governor for us to enrol as students.

-Us? You mean me as well?

-Of course. Even surgeons have assistants.

Of course. For sharpening knives and swabbing the pools of blood.

PHONE BUZZES

Hello, surgical ward...

-Nurse, I want to fix up a date, you see...

-Shh!

(7.30, back door of the hostel.)

Oh, no! No, no, you misunderstand me.

Oh, no, I don't. You men are all alike.

No, look...

Are you here to philander, or will you join your fellow students in the study of dentistry?

That's just what I want to do, study.

Well, for heaven's sake, come along.

What is your name?

Er...Pitkin, sir.

Well, Pitkin, I must insist that you control your excessive libido towards the ladies.

Right, ladies and gentlemen, check your equipment.

Send them in.

This way, please.

Hey...

Old Crankshaw won't tolerate students associating with women.

-So, keep away from them, hmm?

-Oh, I will.

You're a woman...and you're pretty.

-Find another chair.

-I will not.

You have to. Old Crankshaw won't tolerate students...

I have been waiting here an hour.

I can't help that. Hop it.

I will do no such thing.

Look, I'm not going to get slung out now I'm in. Come on.

-Please!

-Come on, out! Come on!

-Help!

Pitkin! You imbecile!

You sex maniac!

Badson, look after this lady.

Sir Hector would like to see you. Yes, all right.

Please accept my apologies.

Pitkin!

This is your last chance, Pitkin. Take over that chair.

CLANG!

You're, er, you're new here, aren't you?

First time.

Let's just get him up, hmm?

You do everything I do, hmm?

Rinse your mouth and spit in the bowl.

GULP

SPLASH!

SLOSHING

Right. Is that the one? Nuh.

Is that it? Yuh.

-Is that the one?

-AARGH!

DRILL WHINES Open.

Thank you. ..Take your foot off. Take your foot off!

Pull it out.

No, the tooth.

And finally, the dental clinic. If I may say, the finest in Europe.

-The chairs are very comfortable.

-You've done it most beautifully.

Please!

There. That didn't hurt, did it?

The first time I've voluntarily sat in a dentist's chair(!)

-POP!

-There. That didn't hurt, did it?

-No.

-You!

-You!

Lord Hector, I've been looking for you. You see, we've had the call.

Get out and never come back. You're banned from this hospital.

-Banned!

-Banned?

-Banned.

-But I've been helping suffering humanity.

Get out and never come back. ..Get him out! Out!

Shh. Don't give me away.

(Have they gone?)

Hello, John.

Hello, what's your name?

Aren't you going to tell me?

Of course, I know it's Lindy, isn't it? Lindy Walker.

But I'd like to hear YOU say it.

-No headway at all.

-Quite the reverse.

-She hasn't spoken or smiled?

-No, Doctor.

-We'll just have to wait.

Must we? Can't we do something?

-Sorry.

-Shock isn't easy to treat.

When Lindy lost her parents in that crash, she lost the best cure - love.

-There's nothing we can do?

-Very little, except hope that something gives her back the will to live.

Oh, so that's it.

Funny though,

when you didn't give me away just now...

..I was very happy.

Cos you see, I-I thought...

well, perhaps you liked me.

But it's only cos you didn't want to talk, isn't it?

Yeah, well, I-I must go.

Er...Lindy?

Look, my name's Mr Pitkin.

Er...

But...you haven't got anyone to kiss you good night, have you?

Well, er...

far be it from me to push myself forward,

but, er, well...

What d'you reckon?

Course, if you can't talk then you can't say no, can you?

So, er...

Are you...you ready, then?

HE CHUCKLES

Your nose is in the way.

Now we ARE friends, aren't we?

Oh, I've got to...

I must. Look at the time.

Just a minute, Mr...?

-Pitkin.

-Thank you, Mr Pitkin.

-What for?

You obviously don't realise, but you've done something wonderful.

-Me?!

-You must have a gift.

Oh, no. I don't want anything.

Me and Mr Grimsdale don't want anything. We've had the call.

He's had it stronger than me. He's more into the cutting-up side.

-I beg your pardon?

-Surgery.

-You will come and see Lindy again, won't you?

-Can I have permission?

Of course you can. Just ask for Nurse Haskell.

-Nurse Haskell.

-Promise you will.

-Oh, yeah, I promise.

-What about your watch?

-Oh, yeah.

I'll, er...

-I'll collect it next time.

-We'll take care of it for you.

I promise, Lady Brinkley, he will be reprimanded.

Goodbye, Nurse.

-Here I am, Pitkin.

-Hurry up, Mr Grimsdale.

Don't rush me. There's plenty time. Oh, you put my watch in the safe?

Not what you might term IN the safe.

-What have you done with it?

-This little girl wasn't well...

You gave my watch to a child?! Get it back.

-The governor's banned me.

-What?

-But Nurse Haskell's given me permission.

Has she? Where is the governor?

-Hmm. A few judicious words from me...

-That's it!

-Then I can keep my promise to see Lindy.

-And get my watch back.

-He's in a nasty mood.

-A donation will put that right. Money talks.

Look here, Sir Hector. What is this about...?

INAUDIBLE

-You will not set foot in here again. Is that clear?

-No, it is not.

-Nurse Haskell gave him permission.

-Oh, has she? We'll see about that.

Oh, you'll get her into trouble.

Children's ward. Send Nurse Haskell at once.

Mr Grimsdale, the donation. Remember - money talks!

INAUDIBLE

Nurse Haskell, how dare you give permission...?!

INAUDIBLE

Give me a chance to explain...

Nurse! Back to your ward at once.

INAUDIBLE

Come along. Outside.

-It's your fault. Now we've both been banned.

-Sorry, Mr Grimsdale.

Never mind. We'll find a way to get in so you can keep your promise.

-And you can get your watch back.

-Oh.

That's it! St John's Ambulance BRIGADE.

INAUDIBLE

Psst! Come up the front.

So much for the theoretical application of first aid. Any questions?

Please, sir. Sir.

-Yes?

-Er, when do we get our uniforms, sir?

-You can have mine(!)

-Thank you, sir.

Sit down!

You'll get your uniform when you pass your examination, not before.

There will now be a practical demonstration of first aid. We shall need a volunteer patient.

- Name? - Er...Pitkin.

Stand over here, Pitkin, will you?

Now, I want you to imagine that Pitkin here has fallen off a very high roof.

He's broken both legs,

broken both arms, fractured his pelvis,

and he's fractured his skull.

And he's been kicked in the face by a horse.

-With iron hooves on(?)

-If you like.

You lie down and simulate the injuries I've described.

Ooh! Aah! Oh, me broken legs!

-Simulate on the table, where the class can see you.

-Oh, yes. Sorry.

-Ooh, aah...!

-Keep quiet! You're unconscious!

Now, I want you to remember that first aid, when administered promptly,

can save a patient's life.

In the case of multiple injuries, speed is a VITAL factor.

Now, Wilkinson and Jones on splints. Collect them from Mr Welsh.

Redman, Brown - bandages. Collect them from Mr Stewart.

Prepare to advance on patient...

Wait for it! Ah...ah!

N-No, don't! Don't! Ah!

Faster!

PHONE RINGS Answer the phone.

- Emergency, sir. - What is it?

Football, sir. The crowd's gone mad.

Right, sound the alarm. Every available man on the ambulances.

Hurry up. Quick as you can. Come on. Get going.

Come on, there! All right. Step to it!

Pitkin will miss all the excitement.

Afternoon.

What's he doing out of bed?!

Seems like a new patient, Doctor. Yes.

MUFFLED MUMBLING He appears restless.

We'll quieten him down. Get him to the operating theatre.

FRANTIC MUMBLING

One hardly knows where to stick it.

-Count.

-There's nothing wrong with me!

-Count!

-One...two...

three...fo-o-our...

f...ive...

..ix...

seven-n...

h-eight...

How many?

Ache...

Remove the bandages in 15 minutes. Yes, Doctor.

Don't move. What have you been up to?

-HE SLURS:

-Oh, it was terrible.

I've been going round and round...

Don't worry. The hospital can take care of you.

-I've been banned from the hospital.

-How did you get in then?

Through the window.

(Window?!) In the ambulance.

ON it. On top of it.

-On the roof.

-Really(?)

-But there's nothing wrong with me.

Of course there isn't.

Excuse me for a moment. I'll be straight back.

Dr Meadows, please.

Doctor, that accident case has just come round.

He's saying the most peculiar things. Come at once.

Nurse... He's gone! What?

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

I'm so glad I'm off duty.

There's a patient missing. A bit... you know. Are you going off duty?

-HIGH-PITCHED VOICE:

-Actually, I'm going on.

-Poor you.

I've got a date with Doctor Mason. Blue eyes and a Bentley to match.

Cute, don't you think? Saves time. Have you got one?

Er... Oo!

No. N-Not yet.

Better get my new face ready.

Face?!

Be a darling and hand me the towel.

-Here you are.

-I'm over here.

Oh, clumsy!

-Matron, what is going on?

-One of the men patients has gone berserk.

This WOULD happen. Keep him away from the main hall. I'm being interviewed by the press.

Hello, Lindy.

Lindy, hello.

Lindy, it's me. Don't you know me?

Nurse?

Nurse.

Mr Pitkin, why are you dressed like this?

Well, they was going to operate so I had to put these on to get away.

-So YOU'RE the escaped patient.

-I expect so.

Sorry I look so silly, but I had to keep my promise to see Lindy.

-Don't be sorry. Lindy thinks the world of you.

-Me?

-Children are quick to sense a kind and loveable man.

-Oh, er...

What about grown-ups? Are they quick to...?

You can't stay here. Remember what happened last time?

-Can't I see Lindy for a minute...?

-No work to do?

Nurse...this is not your ward, is it?

M-Me? Er...

-No.

-Well, what are you doing here?

-A-ha, well...

-He... She's just popped over from the men's ward.

Hmm. Popped over...

I was going to borrow a...whatsitsname.

-You're new here, aren't you?

-Ah, er...yes. Very, very new.

You're on probation.

Oh, er, no, but I-I will be if I get caught.

Extraordinary girl!

Nurse!

HE MOANS

What is wrong? What do you want?

-HE MOUTHS

-I can't hear a word you're saying.

What? Oh, dear. Speak up.

Nurse!

Bed number five.

-NORMAL VOICE:

-I thought it was...

two boiled eggs, bread and butter

-HIGH-PITCHED:

-and a pot of tea.

Report to my office immediately.

Excuse me, sir. Do you think we could have a nurse to pose with you?

They're much too busy.

Oh, nurse! Just one moment, dear.

-How would you like to have your picture taken with Sir Hector?

-Me? I can hardly say no, can I?

-Hello, again.

-Oh, er, hello.

-Hold it!

-Please, not my arm.

-One more.

Wait, wait.

HE SOBS

-What's the matter, dear?

-He sloshed me.

(Shh! They'll hate me.)

-Well, you hurt me.

-Well, I'm sorry!

-Now, in the car.

-Bags the driving seat!

I really don't think I can do this, you know.

-But

-I

-want to.

-I don't care what you want!

They'll hate you, and so will I.

Oh, all right.

Dear, may I have your leg out?

And just over... And perhaps just...

Oh, yes, yes!

-SIR HECTOR CLEARS THROAT

-Oh, you devil!

-Pretty.

Thank you. Could we have just one more?

-Really!

-We'd like the car by the thermometer. Drive the car round.

-But I can't...

-What are you waiting for?

-I can't drive.

-She can't drive.

-We'll push you.

-That's the gear lever!

-GEARS GRIND

-Leave it alone!

Look out!

CRASH! SMASH!

-Oh, I am a silly girl.

-You're a daft, stupid idiot!

YOU!

If I find you here again, I personally will throw you out.

In fact, I shall do it now!

Come here! If I get hold of you, I'll...!

Get out and STAY out!

It wasn't your fault, then?

No. I said I couldn't drive.

They'll probably blame you anyway.

They've no sense of fair play.

I've got to get back to see Lindy.

-You should have stayed as a patient.

-They was going to operate on me!

-If I'd had an ordinary illness...

-Pitkin, that's a very good idea.

-What?

-Suppose I shut you in the refrigerator.

-It's bloomin' cold!

That's just it. After an hour you'd develop double pneumonia.

Could I stay in for half an hour and just have single pneumonia?

Let's not spoil the ship for ha'p'orth of tar.

That little girl's lost without you.

Amy, what time is it?

Three o'clock.

Let me know when it's four.

Don't cry. Mr Pitkin did come and see you, only you were asleep.

He DID, darling, and I'm sure he'll come again.

You said at four o'clock I was to remind you.

Yes, yes. My watch stopped.

Wind it up, then. What time IS it? Five.

Five?! Ring up Dr Carsdale at once!

Pitkin, time's up!

Good afternoon, Doctor. I came as quickly as I...

..could. How long's he been there? About an hour.

Yes, well, I'll just go and...

I think he's thawed out nicely.

Here we are. Let me give you a hand.

Now, will you undo his...? His feet. Righto.

Double pneumonia?

Get some dry clothes on. You'll catch a cold. Good day.

-Hey!

-I let you down, didn't I?

-I've done my utmost to get you into that hospital.

-I appreciate that. How can I get to see Lindy?

You're obviously immune to illness, so you'll have to have an accident.

I won't let 'em operate on me.

Don't be a coward. They'll use an anaesthetic.

What do you say, lad?

-Just throw yourself into the middle of the road.

-I might get killed.

Stop fussing. Here's a nice, safe one coming.

-That old one?!

-Beggars can't be choosers.

-Give us a push.

-You're not getting me into trouble.

Just shut your eyes, count to three and dive.

One...two...

three!

Oi! I nearly shifted my load! Get out of it! Don't you know your Highway Code?!

MUFFLED CHEERING

-Pitkin!

-Oh, no, Mr Grimsdale. Not that!

-No. I've got a good idea.

-What?

I've been taking risks to try and get you injured,

when the easy way to get in is to HAVE a patient, not BE a patient.

-So all we need is a patient.

-Yeah.

-And uniforms.

-And uniforms...

Trust you, Pitkin, to ruin my best ideas.

How many more times must I tell you that the only way to get a uniform is to pass the examination?

-If we need a patient and uniforms, it might surprise you to know that

-I

-have got an idea.

Open the doors! Oi!

I know a short cut.

CAR HORN

OWL HOOTS

Come in.

-Sorry to disturb you.

-Something wrong?

-Lindy's running a temperature.

-I'll ring Doctor Davis.

-It's not a doctor she needs, it's Mr Pitkin.

-Really! I won't go over that again.

-But, Matron...

Sir Hector has ruled that he's not to come here any more.

-What's the trouble, Matron?

-Nothing, Sir Hector.

-But...

-Nurse! You may go.

Won't you reconsider your banning Mr Pitkin?

-I will not!

-But his visits have done nothing but good.

Rubbish. I won't tolerate him being within a mile of the building.

Whoa, Pitkin! We did it.

Thanks for the lift. I live just over the road.

Don't worry. I'll get you in there somehow.

I'm going in now! I'll just walk straight in!

Why don't you wait? I'll have another idea soon.

Only if it concerns getting your watch back.

-I'm very proud of my watch.

-Shut up about your watch.

Don't talk to me like that. You're still in my employ.

You mean I WAS.

I've got it! I've got an idea. Now, trust me, Pitkin, just once more.

-Well...

-Ah! There you are. Sunshine Ball tonight on television.

Just get in front of the camera, wave and let Lindy see you on TV.

You've seen 'em do it.

-That's it.

-How are we going to get in?

Ah! St John Ambulance Brigade Ball, and we are wearing St John Ambulance Brigade uniforms.

How will Lindy find out I'll be on television?

Say it with flowers.

-Mr Pitkin sent these.

-Oh.

They're for Lindy. Thank you, Nurse.

Lindy, Mr Pitkin sent you some flowers.

He hasn't forgotten you. And a note.

Can I, er, help you, sir?

It's all right. We're on duty.

Er, fainting cases, people who've drunk too much and punch-ups, er...

Round the back.

Eh? What d'you mean...?!

SWING BAND PLAYS "You Do Something To Me"

There's the television camera over there.

-Come on...

-Let's forget it. It's too risky.

-No! Lindy's watching television.

-But, Pitkin...

Oo! I've got the most terrible headache.

I'll ask one of those first-aid men for an aspirin.

-All right. Have it your own way.

-I will.

-Excuse me?

-Certainly.

Good evening and welcome to the Arlington Hotel,

where we're holding a ball in aid of the Children's Sunshine Home.

And now I'll introduce our guest of honour,

delightful, charming, generous Lady Brinkley.

Lindy, it's much too late for television.

But I must watch. I'm sorry. Bed.

Please, Nurse. Come on.

Tonight you will see, amongst other items of entertainment,

a display by our own St John's Ambulance Brigade Band.

This fine body of men...

..each volunteered to train in the arts of music and marching

just as enthusiastically as they dedicate themselves to the sick, with the same purpose in mind...

..charity. Ladies and gentlemen...

Ch...OW! Charity.

-Everything all right?

-Fine, except I found Lindy watching TV in the nurses' pantry.

-Lindy's gone. I think I know where she is.

-But...

DRUM ROLL

Ladies and gentlemen, if you will kindly clear the floor, it is cabaret time. Thank you.

Pitkin, you've gone too far. Come on. Let's go.

Can't you go any faster?

Hey! It's a bit late for a little lady to be out for a walk, isn't it?

I'm going to see Mr Pitkin at the Arlington Hotel.

Funny thing. We're going that way. We'll give you a lift.

This lady wishes to see Mr Pitkin.

Lindy?

Lindy, you shouldn't be here.

I want to see Mr Pitkin. I know he's here.

-But, Lindy...

-Please.

Take her up on the balcony. You'll be out of the way.

All right. Come on.

Stand by.

Right.

By the centre, quick march!

BAND PLAYS MARCH

PITKIN PLAYS RANDOM, OFF-KEY NOTES

MUSIC FALTERS AND STOPS

PARP!

All right! Enjoy yourselves.

Go on, enjoy yourselves! Laugh!

Laugh your heads off.

There's nothing in 'em, anyway. Only your own selfish thoughts.

"What shall we do, darling?" "There's a dance at the Arlington."

Well, it's not a dance, it's a charity ball,

to collect money for the new Children's Sunshine Home,

for people who don't even know what the inside of a place like this looks like.

All right, maybe I did make one or two mistakes,

but if you'd given some money, they wouldn't have been forced to have this ball!

A little charity could've paid for a seaside holiday and maybe a stick of rock for children like Lindy,

but you don't understand giving,

you only understand about enjoying yourselves. Well, go on, then. Everybody dance!

-Lady Brinkley, your bracelet!

-Why ever not?

-And your necklace? You're too kind.

-Pleasure.

Darling, too, too kind.

-We must find that small person and thank him.

-I shall do so immediately.

Come on, lad. Don't take it to heart. You've done your best.

< Mr Pitkin!

-Oh, Lindy.

-You couldn't come to see me, so I came to see you.

-I'm better now.

-You are, aren't you?

She's so well she'll be leaving us soon.

Thanks to you.

So...you mean...there won't be any need for us to try to get into the hospital any more, then?

No.

Pitkin!

-Bye, Lindy!

-Pitkin!

TYRES SCREECH

Good news. Sir Hector's allowed you to have a visitor. Here she is.

-Look what I've brought.

-Cor... Ow!

-Are you uncomfortable?

-Would you raise my leg a bit?

-Can

-I

-do it?

Subtitles by Neil Gemmill BBC Scotland - 1997