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17.01.2005

16:34

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A doctor is lowered on a wire.
Doctor Good morning.
Mrs O Oh, morning, doctor.
Doctor How's the old arm this morning, Mrs Ikon?
Mrs Trepidatious Oh, it's still hanging off at the shoulder.
Doctor Good, well lets have a look at it, shall we? (he tries unsuccessfully to open his bag) Oh damn, damn, damn, damn... damn this wretched bag... oh the wretched, damn, bloody, little bag. It's the one thing I hate about being a doctor - it's this wretched bloody little bag!
He smashes a chair over it and finally produces a revolver and shoots the lock off. It opens and is stuffed full of pound notes, some of which spill out. He feels inside... eventually pulls out a stethoscope.
Doctor What's that doing here? (he throws it away)
Cut to another doctor walking along a street. The stethoscope flies out of window and lands on him.
Second Doctor (brushing it off) Eurgggh!
Cut back to the first doctor still rummaging in black bag. Eventually, he produces a pair of black kid gloves and a black handkerchief. He folds it and puts it on and points the gun at Mrs Trepidatious.
Doctor Hand over the money. (she goes to a sideboard opens the bottom drawer and gets out a money box which she gives to him) Come on, all of it! (she looks scared; he jabs the gun at her; she goes over to a painting of a wall-safe on the wall and pushes it aside to reveal an identical wall-safe underneath. She opens it and a hand comes out holding a money box; she takes and gives it to the doctor) Yes, that seems to be OK. Right! I'll just test your reflexes! (he opens his mac like a flasher; they scream and jump) Right, now then, everything seems to be OK, I'll see you next week. Keep collecting the pensions, and try not to spend too much on food. (he starts to go up)
Mrs Trepidatious Thank you, doctor. (he disappears)
Cut to a hospital ward. A man in bed, a chair with his clothes on it at the foot of the bed. A doctor entes and goes right for the jacket and starts to feel in the pockets.
Doctor Morning, Mr Henson ... How are we today?
Henson Not too bad, doctor.
Doctor OK, take it easy ... (he empties his wallet and puts it back) Expecting any postal orders this week?
Henson No.
Doctor Righto.
A nurse comes and gets the loose change. The doctor goes to the next bed where there is a man entirely in traction.
Doctor Ah, Mr Rodgers, have you got your unemployment benefit please? Right. Well can you write me a cheque then... please?
The patient writes him a cheque. He goes to the foot of the bed. There is a graph with a money symbol on it. He marks it down further.
Doctor Thank you very much. Soon have you down to nothing. Ah, Mr Millichope. (he smiles and leaves, passing a man with a saline drip full of coins; chink of money)
A Gilliam animation suitably connected with the foregoing concept leads us to a TV debate set-up. Stern music starts as the lights come on.