04x05 - Under the Influence

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RIGSBY: No, it's not your Philip.

It's that Ambrose I want to speak to.

Now come on, Ambrose, my patience is exhausted.

Where's my rent?

Rigsby, you shouldn't burst in like that.

You could have done untold damage.

My mind was in complete repose.

You're lucky.

I wish mine was.

Come on, where's the rent?

I was about to enter nirvana, the state

of serenity and self-denial.

Oh, yeah?

I bet you're the first bloke to arrive toasting a crumpet.

For the moment, I had forgotten

the world of the flesh.

But pass me the butter, please.

Oh, you can leave all that rubbish for your customers,

not that you get many customers these days.

I passed your store last Saturday.

It was deserted.

My gifts are not for the marketplace, Rigsby.

I am not interested in money.

I am a mystic.

[scoffs] Oh, a mystic?

Yes, a mystic, like the holy men of India,

sitting there all day in their simple loincloths,

pushing rusty nails through their hooters.

They don't do it for money.

What are you talking about?

Of course they do for money.

You don't push your rusty nail through your hooter just

to see it come out the other side, he?

[chuckles] mystic?

Never mind about mystics.

What about my rent? Come on,

All right.

You'll get it, all right, just as soon as business picks up.

Oh, yes, when is that going to be?

I know why there's no one around your store, mate.

Why?

It was that tonic you sold to that woman,

supposed to cure her lethargy.

Yeah, you got a cure for lethargy, all right,

all her hair fell out.

Well, that wasn't my fault. She was supposed to swallow

it, not rub it on her bonce.

Swallow it?

You couldn't swallow this stuff.

It would take the stripes off a zebra.

You know, she had to sit up all night with her head in a bucket?

Look, if she'd followed the instructions,

she'd have been perfectly all right.

That's a sovereign remedy, that is.

That cures, rashes, pimples, flatulence,

piles, blushing, stammering, shyness, and foot odor.

It's not bad at getting stains out of suede either.

What's in it then, apart from liquid dynamite?

What?

I can't tell you that, Richly.

That's a Romani secret.

A Romani-- oh, God, listen, you're not a Romani.

The only time you've been in a caravan

was when you had that week at Cleethorpes.

Then you came back on the Thursday.

You don't even look like a Gypsy.

Just because I don't wear a spotted handkerchief

and earrings, it doesn't mean to say I'm not a Gypsy.

Look, I've got Romani blood, I have.

Why don't you get out and sell a few clothes pegs then?

I could tell your fortune.

[scoffs] You can't tell fortunes, mate.

I can.

I'm the seventh son of a seventh son, I am.

We have the gift.

We can draw aside the misty veil of time and see the future.

See the-- you can't see the future.

Look what happened when that woman's hair came off

and her husband came round.

We all knew where he was going to do that starting handle.

And you just stood there.

Well, he was bound to be distressed, wasn't he?

He goes to sleep with a flaming red head, wakes

up next to a billiard ball.

Listen, mate, if you'd been able to read the future,

you'd have seen down the drainpipe.

My gifts are not for myself, Rigsby.

They are in trust for my fellow man.

[scoffs]

Oh, come on, let me read your fortune.

No.

I can do it with tea leaves or the cards or anything.

I don't believe it.

You know, I'm amazed at the gullibility

of the British public.

If they're not having their palms read,

it's their handwriting or the bumps, the doodles.

Hey, do you know, there's even a bloke in Brighton

reading women's breast prints. - No.

Really.

Oh, he had a very nice pair through the post the other day.

Yeah.

He wrote back, predicting a glowing future for her.

He said she was deeply sincere, with a sense of humor.

He had a sense of humor, all right.

She made it with a couple of oranges.

Turned out he'd advised the couple of Jeffers

to invest their money in gilt edged.

Your trouble is that you're a skeptic, Rigsby.

I'm no skeptic, mate.

I can see your future for I'll draw aside the misty veil

of time for you, mate.

I see someone coming through the fog.

Oh, it's a tall, dark gentleman with a mustache

carrying a suitcase.

He's going upstairs.

He's entering a building.

There's an inscription over the door.

What's it say?

Salvation Army, Os, that's what it

says, unless you pay your rent.

No, no, no, no, no, don't be so hasty, Rigsby.

Look here, I've got things better than money.

Look here, my little treasure.

I'll find you something in here.

Yes, look, you can have that ring.

Hey, look, see how it changes color.

No, I've got all the glass I need down in the greenhouse.

I'll find you some here. Come up here.

Look, where'd you get all this rubbish?

Oh, it's just a few little bits.

What's-- what's this thing? What's this?

Oh, that?

That's a sexometer.

A what?

A sexometer.

It measures your sexual drive.

You see, you just hold it in your hand, and the arrow moves,

yes.

It moves.

You see here, cold, warm, sexy, very sexy, passionate.

It's an intriguing little thing, isn't it?

Measures your sexual--

I've never heard of something--

[speaking simultaneously]

I don't know what I did with them.

Perhaps you liked. Perhaps you wouldn't.

I don't know exactly.

Well, it's somewhere [mumbling]

The arrow just goes round, you say?

Yeah, yeah, yes, yes.

Well, I can't remember where put it now.

I'm just trying to think.

Does it matter which and you hold it in?

But of course, it doesn't.

Left hand, right hand's all the same, isn't it?

No, no, rubbish.

What's it saying?

You haven't had your hands in cold water, have you?

No.

Well, I can't understand it. You're not wearing gloves.

What's it say?

Well, it's not very high, Rigsby.

Well, it must be pointing at something.

It is, "Made in Hong Kong."

Oh, very funny.

You've got another load of junk.

Now, don't take it to heart.

I'm not taking it to heart, mate.

If that thing had worked, probably I'll

probably shatter the glass.

You know what you are?

You're a charlatan, Ambrose.

You've never cured anyone in your life.

Oh, yes, I have.

I've cured lots of people.

Not with that stuff, you haven't, mate.

No, admittedly, not so much with that, but

with the hypnosis--

Hypnosis?

Now you couldn't hypnotize our cat.

Look, you may not believe in my gifts, but a lot of people

do.

I've been extremely successful with hypnosis.

I remove people's inhibitions.

I could do that for you, Rigsby.

You keep your hands off my inhibitions, mate.

Anyway, I haven't got any.

No, no, you couldn't hypnotize me anyway.

You'd be wasting your time.

I've got an iron will.

No, no, no, no.

If you want to prove your powers, Ambrose,

you'll have to try someone a little more susceptible than me.

[chuckles]

Ambrose, where's my money?

Phil, God, you've not been lending him money, have you?

Said you'd pay it back today.

Oh, you believe anything, Phil.

Well, I've had a rather bad week, you see, Philip?

I just have to wait till things pick up a bit.

But I don't want you to go empty handed.

Here, look, you can have one of these.

RIGSBY: Oh. [chuckles]

- What is it? - Oh, that's a sexometer.

Yes, it measures your sexual drive.

Do you see here?

Cold, warm, sexy, very sexy, passionate.

What? I just hold it?

Yeah, yeah, just hold it. Hold it as long as you like.

It won't make any difference. [chuckles] See what I mean?

Passionate.

Huh?

Yeah, how about that then, Rigsby?

I'm passionate. I'll take it.

Look at him. Look, he's changed.

Look, he's forgotten all about his money, hasn't he?

Yeah, there's one born every minute.

Hey, hey, what about him?

What do you mean?

AMBROSE: Yes, yes.

What are you grinning at, Rigsby?

There's the bloke you want.

Totally unsophisticated, innocent, credulous,

subject to primeval forces.

What's he talking about?

Hey, Phil, how'd you like to take

part in a little experiment?

What sort of experiment?

Ambrose is going to hypnotize you.

- Oh, no, he's not. - It's perfectly safe.

Yes, of course, it's safe.

We won't make a-- we won't make a fool of you.

No, no, no.

It's just a-- it's a serious quest for knowledge.

Then he can hypnotize you.

No, no, he'll be wasting his time with me.

Too sophisticated. Seen it all.

Yes, Unless if you're afraid.

Why should I be afraid?

Yeah, you're frightened.

Yes, frightened he might unleash primitive forces,

draw aside that thin veneer of civilization,

end up dancing starkers under a full moon?

Come on, now, Phil, all you have to do is relax, eh?

Make your mind a complete blank.

There you are, see, you've got a head start.

All right, Ambrose, go ahead, see if you can hypnotize me.

Right, now, Phil, I want you to relax.

Just close your eyes.

I don't want you to resist me because I'm your friend.

I'm just going to talk to you.

And my voice is deep and droning like the murmur of a summer's

day when you were a child.

You're very tired.

Your arms and legs are like lead.

You can't move them, but you don't

want to move them because you're just

happy to sit in the warm sun.

Smile if you're happy, Philip.

Good.

You feel kind and generous.

You don't want that money back from old Ambrose

because after all, we're friends.

And what's money between friends, eh?

What do you say?

I'll give you until Saturday.

You're not cooperating.

I knew I could feel resistance.

He's not cooperating, Rigsby.

My god, I hypnotized him.

Speak to him.

He isn't.

Um, Rigsby, stand up.

See?

Um, Rigsby, it's a-- it's a-- it's a lovely summer's day,

and you're a child again.

You're running barefoot through an open field.

Mummy is picking flowers and a big floppy hat,

and you are romping in your sailor suit.

What's that?

Oh, what's the matter, Rigsby?

I put my foot in something.

Never mind.

Look over there, some boys are splashing in the river.

Why don't you go and play with them.

No, no, no.

I'll finish my sweets first.

They're not getting any. They hate me.

They call me Rotten Rigsby.

They give me the Chinese bear and they

sh**t my head on the desk.

No, they don't.

They like you.

They want you to play with them.

And it's a lovely, hot day.

Why don't you take your clothes off and jump in?

Oh, yes, yes, all right, I will, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

[blows raspberries]

He's not going to take them all off, is he?

Well, it's the only way you'll believe me.

I wouldn't miss that.

Yeah, I know.

Well, maybe-- no, no, no.

Wait, wait, wait, Rigsby, wait.

Look, look, there-- there are some girls coming.

[sneers]

No, no, it's all right.

They're friends of yours.

No, they're not.

Boy's best friend is his mother.

Well, they're waving to you.

Oh, is it Molly Baggett?

Yes, it is. Yes, I don't like her.

Yes, my mom said I've got to stay away from her.

She said if I go with her, I won't grow up

tall and straight, yeah.

They don't like me.

What are they doing?

Uh, they're changing behind the bushes.

Oh, yes, they're playing, playing nurses

and doctors again, aren't they? Yes.

They only let me play the doctor once and I was struck off.

I had to sit out in the ambulance after that.

No, I don't like them.

They don't like me.

Of course, they do.

Why don't you go and play with them?

No, I think I'll catch a butterfly

and clip its wings off.

Hasn't changed much, has he?

No.

All right, Rigsby, come on, sit down.

Sit down and relax.

And when I click my fingers, you'll

wake up and remember nothing.

[clicks fingers]

Well, come on, get on with it.

I can't wait here all night.

Oh, I'm afraid that he's not a very good subject.

Oh, he's not a very good--

I don't know.

Excuses.

[chuckles] Hypnotism, load of rubbish.

Excuse me, could someone cross my palm with silver?

The gas is running out again.

Sadly, Miss Jones, always ready to oblige.

Mr. Rigsby, has it come to this?

Terribly sorry, Miss Jones.

[door shuts]

Oh, I'm sorry, Rigsby.

I didn't know she was going to come in.

You realize you've ruined my life, don't you?

I've always shown that woman the greatest respect.

I've never given her the slightest cause for concern.

I always hoped one day she'd appreciate

the delicacy of my feelings. And what happens?

She comes in and finds me running around

in a pair of combinations.

Well, I didn't realize you felt like that about Miss Jones.

I can help you with her.

No, thanks, you've helped me enough.

I've lost their respect.

Your trouble is show her too much respect.

That's right, women like you to be masterful.

How can I be masterful, Phil?

You know perfectly well I get tongue

tied the minute I get near her.

Well, that's where hypnosis can help you.

It'll give you a new confidence, a new identity.

No, thanks, not if it means taking my clothes off, no.

Anyway, you couldn't hypnotize me twice.

I'd be ready for you.

- Oh, come on, Rigsby, have a-- - No, no, no.

Don't waste it.

Sit down. Close your eyes.

You're wasting your time.

You're feeling very tired.

I'm not feeling very tired.

Very sleepy.

I've told you, I have an iron--

Off to sleep.

What are you going to do with him this time?

I'm going to let him live his dreams.

Rigsby, listen to me, you're very handsome.

Women find you irresistible.

You are the great lover, exciting, romantic.

You have the continental charm of Charles Boyer.

Women fight for your favors.

Miss Jones is waiting for you now, drunk with passion.

Go to her, Rigsby.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

I have to meet a lady.

Who is it, Rigsby?

[FRENCH ACCENT] sorry, I cannot say, Philip.

An affair of the heart, you understand?

But I can tell you this, there's a full moon, a beautiful woman.

Need I say more?

[chuckles]

Au revoir.

You don't think you've ever done it?

[chuckles]

Hello, Mr. Rigsby.

[FRENCH ACCENT] Hello my little one.

I have come,

I beg your pardon.

Now, look, if you've come to apologize--

Apologize?

[chuckles] I never apologize.

No, life is too short, my petite.

What is past is past.

The future is yet to come.

All we have is the present.

Have you been drinking?

No, if I drink, it is to forget you.

But I cannot.

You haunt my dreams.

Oh, don't be so silly.

No, don't be afraid of new experiences, my petite.

We must pursue new feelings, new sensations, the silken texture

of a woman's skin, the fragrance of her hair, the perfume,

the beauty and softness of her lips.

Oh, please, Mr. Rigsby, why are you acting so strangely?

Are you ill?

I have a sickness only you can cure.

Please stay away from me--

No, don't fight it, you little fool.

This thing is bigger than both of us.

You know I am crazy for you.

If you would take my hand, I will lead

you to the gates of ecstasy.

Stay away, Mr. Rigsby.

[chuckles] What are you going to do with that ghetto?

Push it in my face?

[chuckles]

Go ahead.

See?

I defenseless.

You cannot do it because you love me.

Go on, push it in my face.

All right, all right, Rigsby, don't get mad.

I'm going. - I'm not mad.

What's makes you think I'm mad?

Well, for one thing, there was that cream

cake right in the mush.

Oh, no, that wasn't your fault, no, no.

Anyway, I'm quite partial to a bit of cream cake.

No, no, no, no, no.

You did your best, but you made--

you made a simple mistake.

You hypnotized the wrong person.

What do you mean?

You should have hypnotized Miss Jones, not me.

- Miss Jones? - Yeah.

I don't know why I never thought it would before.

All we got to do is get her under the influence.

I'll be away.

Wait a minute, Rigsby, I don't know if I could do that.

I don't know if that's ethical. I'll have to think about that.

There's nothing to think about.

My intentions are strictly honorable.

Well, almost.

Anyway, in a few weeks, my divorce will be through.

You do your job properly, she could be the next Mrs. Rigsby.

Well, I can't keep her hypnotized that long.

I mean, the vicar's going to think it a bit odd when three

of us walk up to take the vows.

What about the honeymoon, eh?

I mean, I could just see us signing into the hotel, Mr.

And Mrs. Rigsby and hypnotist.

All I want you to do is just lower our resistance a bit.

I'll do the rest.

You know, you tell her she's a very beautiful woman.

And all these years, she's been repressing a passionate nature.

And mention for me, of course, for all my good points.

Yeah, well, I suppose-- what good points?

Well, you know-- oh, very funny.

No, you know, witty, intelligent, good looking.

I mean, she knows already, but it wouldn't do any harm

to remind her, you know?

And you know, you do that, and I'll be away.

Yeah.

Well, I'll do my best, Rigsby, but I can't promise anything.

Yes, right, good.

I already feel it.

What's it say?

Well, I'd loosen my laces if I were you.

According to that, it's stuck in your boots.

Oh.

[chuckles] Don't worry about me, mate.

I think I'll go and get ready.

Yes, I think this calls for silk shirt

and my best braces, a perfectly acceptable combination.

[knocking on door]

Hello, pretty lady.

Don't you "pretty lady" me.

If Rigsby sent you to apologize--

That's right, he sent me to apologize.

He says his feelings just got the better of him.

And by the way, his compliments.

The cream cake was delicious.

I don't know what came over him.

Oh, don't be too hard on him, beautiful lady.

Blame the willow for leaning towards the pool.

Blame the bee for robbing the flower of its nectar.

But don't blame Rigsby for the way he feels about you.

Besides, it was my fault. I hypnotized him.

Oh, really, you can't expect me to believe that.

It's true, dear lady.

He was in a deep, hypnotic trance.

I mean, I just released his inhibitions.

I don't understand it.

I did nothing to encourage him.

I gathered that when it came back covered in double cream.

That was a very dangerous thing to do, Miss Jones.

When you're in a deep trance, a cream cake between the eyes

could prove fatal. - Really?

I didn't-- I didn't realize.

What is that? - What's what?

Oh, this?

Oh, that's just a trivial little toy, purely for amusement.

Yeah, it's [chuckles] it's supposed to measure

a woman's sensuality.

You wouldn't be interested.

No, of course, not.

The very idea of sensuality.

[both chuckling]

What do you do with it?

Well, you simply hold it.

Oh, how silly.

You mean like this?

Yes, not that a woman of your intelligence

would take it seriously.

No, of course not.

Oh, good God, I'm passionate.

Look, I'm passionate.

I'm really passionate.

I'm so sorry.

That doesn't surprise me.

When I look into your eyes, I can see it all.

It's all there, Miss Jones.

Is it?

It's the Gypsy in you, Miss Jones.

Do you want to run barefoot through the grass,

letting your hair fall over your shoulders?

Do you want to dance to the sound of a tambourine?

To love passionately?

No.

And don't look at me like that.

You're not going to hypnotize me.

I know Rigsby's put you up to it.

Look deep into my eyes, Miss Jones.

You're feeling very sleepy.

You're going into a deep sleep.

Oh, it's a pleasant sleep.

Yes.

And when you wake, we'll see the real you.

Now open your eyes, Miss Jones, and listen to me.

You are a beautiful woman, wild, sensual, passionate.

You like to feel the Earth beneath your feet and the rain

upon your face.

You are a child of nature.

But you are proud, untamed.

You spurn men who would throw jewels at your feet.

But when you give, you give freely.

[moans]

When you love, you love fiercely like a tigress.

[growls]

You love Rigsby with a fierce, all-consuming

passion of a forest fire.

Rigsby is handsome in his silk shirt and his elegant braces.

Women pursue him, but he's fickle, and you're jealous.

Even at this moment, he's preparing for an assignation.

It may be your last chance.

Go to him, Miss Jones.

And remember, you are wild, fierce, passionate.

RIGSBY: Yeah, bien, how about that, eh?

Pretty sharp, eh?

A few thousand silkworms gave their all for that shirt.

Yes, and what about those braces?

I think braces are making a comeback.

Oh, hello, Miss Jones.

Is something the matter, Miss Jones?

You know what's the matter, Rigsby.

I love you madly, wildly, passionately.

Right, I'll close the door.

Don't go.

Oh, God.

Careful, Miss Jones, that's nearly nasty.

That was right on me. Just relax.

How can I relax?

You're driving me insane.

Miss Jones, the door.

The other tenants--

I don't care about the tenants,

not with you standing there in your silk shirt

and your beautiful braces.

I want to shout our love from the rooftops.

I want to shower you with burning kisses.

Watch me.

Now, Miss Jones, what about the cat?

Don't you think we ought to put him out?

This sort of thing disturbs him.

His fur will be coming out again.

- Don't toy with me, Rigsby. - I'm not.

I'm not. - I know about the other women.

What other women?

Who are you going to town tonight

with your tantalizing braces and your jaunty armbands?

Come to me, you bewitching, good looking devil.

What's the shirt.

Think of the silkworms.

Why are you so cold, so aloof?

I'm not.

Let your braces.

Let me run barefoot through your hair.

Let me catch--

[arguing]

Watch the shirt.

Look what you've done.

I don't care.

When I love, I love freely, madly, wildly.

Yeah, God, you can say that again.

I know you're stealing out to meet another woman.

No, I'm not--

I'm not letting you go.

If I can't have you, no one will.

Now, Miss Jones, what are you going to do with that knife?

I'm going to cut them off.

Cut what?

The braces, I want to see them down--

No, no, don't.

I've made a big mistake, Miss Jones.

No, no, no.

I didn't want it like this.

I wanted a sweet, tender woman, not old Mother Riley.

No! Help!

Miss Jones has gone berserk!

Hey, what's the-- what's the matter?

She's got a knife!

Oh!

What are you going to do, Ambrose?

I'll have to bring her round. She's in a trance.

Who's in a trance?

I've never had so much fun in years.

Oh, you're sleepy.

You're tired.

Your eyelids are heavy.

Your pores are like clay.

Sleepy.

You're tired.

Your eyelids are-- your eyelids are heavy.

Your pores are like clay.

What are you doing, Rigsby?

Shh, I'm practicing.

I'm practicing.

It's no good leaving it to Ambrose.

He went far too far.

I wanted love and affection, not rent a storm.

I'll have to hypnotize Miss Jones myself, you see?

Eh, your eyes are sleepy.

You think it's working?

I don't know.

He looks dozy at the best of times.

No, it's no good. Look, he's off.

God, I don't know how Ambrose did it.

He certainly transformed Miss Jones.

Uh, Rigsby--

Mm?

--he didn't hypnotize her.

What?

She was faking.

She did it to teach you a lesson.

She was-- she was faking?

She's ruined that shirt.

Can I give you an idea, Rigsby?

There's no need for anyone to be hypnotized.

What do you mean?

All you've got to do is pretend.

She won't be able to blame you.

She'll think it's your subconscious.

Oh, I see, yeah, pretend, yeah.

Just come on stronger.

That's right, come on stronger.

- Play it tough. - Yeah, play it tough.

That's right, tough guy, like Alan Ladd.

- That's right. - Yeah.

[chuckles] No, it's no good being Alan Ladd.

No, he never said much, no, not even when they trapped

his fingers in the door.

His eyes used to widen a bit.

That was all.

I know, I could be James Cagney, though, couldn't I?

Yeah.

Take that, you dirty mouse.

PHILIP: Rat.

Oh, yeah.

No, no, Cagney's No good.

No, no, no, Cagney was no good.

The women didn't like him.

He was always pushing their face in the grapefruit, wasn't he?

Um, I know, Humphrey Bogart.

Hi there, blue eyes.

Bow, bow, bow bow, bow, bow.

Play it again, Sam.

That's very good.

Yes, I'll be Humphrey Bogart, yeah, yeah, yeah.

No dame messes me about.

When I see something I-- kind of plays over your lips, Isn't it?

When I see something I want, I take it, OK?

How could she resist you?

I'm going to pay a call on a certain party.

She's not going to know what's hit her.

[door closes]

Oh, no.

Hey, Jonesy.

My God, he thinks he's Humphrey Bogart.

Now, what do you want this time, Mr. Rigsby?

I think it's time you and me had a little talk, sister.

Very well. Would you like a cup of cocoa?

Cocoa? Are you kidding?

I brought some hooch.

You want a shot?

I think I'll need one.

Yeah.

I've been watching you, sister. I like your style.

You got class.

I like the way you, chassé--

I like the way you chassé around the room.

Well, you move like a Swiss clock.

How about you and me getting together, sister?

I think I better go and get Ambrose, Mr. Rigsby.

No, no, stop, stop-- I'm sorry.

Stop pushing me about, sister.

No one takes a powder on Rigsby.

I take what I want, and I want what you got.

Ambrose!

Now stay away, Rigsby.

You don't know what you're doing.

- How about a kiss, sister? - A what?

A kiss. A kiss.

A kiss is just a kiss, a sigh just a sigh.

The fundamental things apply as time goes by, Jonesy.

What are you going to do?

Pack it up, sister.

I'm going to set your lips on fire.

I think you need to cool off, Mr. Rigsby.

Oh, it's all your fault, Ambrose.

Why did you have to hypnotize him again?

I may have done untold damage.

Hypnotize him?

What are you talking about, Miss Jones?

I didn't hypnotize him again.

You mean he's pretending?

Well, I-- look, he must be in a post-hypnotic trance.

Yeah, look, he's in a trance, all right.

See that glazed expression?

Oh, that doesn't mean he's in a trance.

He always looks like that.

I see you still doubt my powers.

Look, I can assure you that he can

see nothing, feel nothing, and do nothing until I tell him.

No, I still think he's pretending.

All right, Rigsby, lend me a tenner.

[chuckles]

Oh, my God, I've never seen him take his wallet out before.

How do I know you're not in it together?

Look, I'll show you, he can feel nothing.

I could tap his ankle, look.

[groans softly]

Yeah.

Do you see what I mean?

I thought I saw him wince.

No, no, you're mistaken.

Look.

[groans softly]

yeah, you see? - Oh, he--

He can't feel a thing.

No, he did wince, I saw him.

[scoffs] You won't be convinced, will you?

You want proof?

All right, I'll give you proof.

Now, come on, have you got a large hatpin?

Yes.

What are you going to do with it?

I'm not going to do anything with it, you are.

Go on, stick it in him.

Oh, no, I couldn't.

Go on, he won't feel it, he won't.

We could saw his leg off.

Oh, all right.

Oh, It's wonderful.

How do you do it, Ambrose?

Oh, It's just a gift, dear lady.

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