The Dentist 2 Page #3

Would you please sit still?

( Inner voice ) Ever been to L.A., Doc?|I swear you look familiar.

I never forget a face.

Oh I'm never wrong, Doc. Never.

You're definitely|Southern California.

You did that on purpose.

I know you.

Fishbein or Feinbein.

Feinburg... the crazy dentist.

Sir, sit back down.|I cannot leave that tooth untreated.

I took an oath.

Get out of|the doorway, nutball.

This crazy dentist of yours,

this Fein...stone,

Would he get|out of the doorway?

I'm sorry, man.|I've got to go.

Do you still want that ride?

No. I'm a walker.

You just couldn't have your|toothache someplace else, could you?

Insane, deranged, demented.

Psychotic, nuts,|nutso, nutcase.

Nutball, loco.

Loony, apeshit, wacko.

Oh, I didn't want to...

I didn't want to do it.|I tried not to. I tried not to do it.

Okay, okay.

I'm going to make this work.|I'm going to make this work.

I will make this work.

I am in control.|I am in control.

I am not crazy...

I am not crazy.|I am not insane.

I am not a monster.

Private eye:
|Hello there. It's me.

Hey, how are you doing?

I'll bet you you'll never|guess where I'm off to next.

Paradise, Missouri.

Paradise, can you believe it?

See you later.

Back off, Bev.

I know, I just can't get|this image out of my head.

I keep imagining you in this canoe,|with this handsome, mysterious stranger.

Rushing down a raging river,|waterfalls...

boulders, white water...and he's|the only one with a life preserver on.

You're an alarmist.

No, I prefer to|see myself as a cynic.

And the cynic in me says...

- Hey.|- Hey.

Haven't seen you in a week.

Yeah, I got a job over in Otis.|I was staying with my cousin.

- I've got to go.|- Bye.

So I hear you rented your|cottage to the new dentist.

To Dr. Caine.

So what do you think of him?

He's nice.

Hey, I'm scheduled to do|some work in his office.

He's...he's not coming|between us, is he?

No.

Oh God, Robbie, you're not going to|propose again, are you?

Jamie Devers,|will you marry me?

No.

No? Why?

Because I...|like you too much.

No, not again.

- Enjoy your blueberry pie, sir.|- Ah, blueberry...

Got a minute, sweetheart?

I can give you a second.

Just figured you were the type that|would help out a fellow human being.

Give me a break.

I saw a guy in town today who|looked like an old army buddy.

Maybe you could|help me track him down.

I'm staying right at the edge of town,|in the Sleepeasy Motel.

Hey Bev. There's a little guy at|the end of the counter,

seems real interested in Doc Caine.

Asking all sorts of questions.

Thinks he knows him from the|service or something. From L.A.

What little guy?

You'd be surprised how|people neglect their teeth.

If they were only as|diligent as you, Margaret.

Some people never learn.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Jeremy needs you to sign these.

Hi Jamie. I'll be done with|Margaret in just a moment.

Hey, Margaret.

So I...I saw you earlier.

Where?

Oh, in town,|by the cafe, with some guy.

Robbie?

Robbie.|Is that his name?

Robbie... Well, you didn't|tell me about Robbie, did you?

There's nothing to tell.

( Muffled )|There's nothing to tell.

That's not what it looked like|from where I was sitting.

Is he a good kisser?

Did you see the part when he|was on bended knee proposing to me?

Proposing?

Yeah, it's a joke.|I mean, he does this every month.

He proposes every month,|it's a joke...

Spit, Margaret.

Robbie is one of my oldest|and dearest friends.

I mean I've known him|since I was in third grade.

Little kids, babies...

Friends. I mean, that's all it is.|That's all it ever will be.

- Friends?|- Friends.

Just friends?

( Hears laughing )

( Pneumatic nail gun )|Excuse me. Hello.

I'm with a patient,|could you please...?

Would you stop--

Hey. Hey, hey.

Hey.

I'm with a patient right now.

If you could just give me|15 minutes or so.

In case you haven't|put it together,

I'm the jerk who cut you|off the other day in town and...

anyway, I'm sorry.

No problem, man.

I'm Robbie Mauro,|I'm the drywall guy.

Aren't you living|in Jamie's cottage?

Yeah, yeah,|that's right.

- She's...spoken of you.|- Yeah?

About how you've been friends|since you were children.

I've been in love with|Jamie since the third grade.

Third grade, huh?

How about Jamie?

Oh, she's in love with me.|She just doesn't know it.

Oh yeah?

I'm terribly sorry...

I, I didn't know it was loaded.

( Typing - phones ringing )

Gotcha.

He doesn't exist.

What are you talking about?

Larry Caine.|He has no credit history.

I checked and re-checked.|The man is a blank.

He was somebody else|before he came to paradise.

Bev, this is nonsense.

No, there was a guy at the cafe. Said he|was sure he knew him from Los Angeles.

Not Washington.

Larry Caine is a valued customer of|our bank and an asset to our town.

I think you've been reading too|many murder mysteries, Bev.

Well, he could be one of those|Medicare fraud doctors,

who you see ducking behind|doors on 6O Minutes.

Thank you, Bev.

Dammit, Jeremy. He could be married,|with a wife and kids.

Thank you, Mrs. Swales.

( Phone ringing )

Bank of Paradise.|This is Jamie.

- Jamie. Hi.|- Hi.

Listen, I'm standing outside|the office on the grounds here,

and I've been thinking|about you all day.

And I was hoping you'd do me the|honor of joining me for dinner

at the most exclusive|restaurant in town.

No, not the Paradise Cafe.

Something much|better than that.

- Hi|- Hi.

- You look great.|- You too.

I love my dress.

But, how did you know my size?

Perfect only comes in one size.

- Where are we going?|- Shhh!

Oh Larry, I just love|what you've done out here.

Under the stars,|in the dark of night,

silence the woes,|and give love its flight.

Stay...|stay right here.

Don't move.

I should put these in water.

They'll keep.

No they won't.

I'll bring|you more tomorrow.

I want these.

( Phone ringing )|Don't answer that.

Answer what?

Robbie:
Hey, Jamie,|I guess you're not in.

Look, my cousin Louis and his wife|are going to be in town Friday.

I figured wouldn't it be cool,|you and me have dinner with them?

You being my future wife|and all. It will be fun.

Oh, yeah.|This is Robbie.

Seriously, Jamie.|I'd like to see you more.

I can't seem to get that|Thanksgiving out of my head.

Let's go to my room, Larry.

Let me know. Bye.|( Beeps )

Your oldest, dearest, friend|is in love with you, Jamie.

No, he's not.

Mr. Drywall|is in love with you.

And how do you feel|about him, Jamie?

I told you|how I feel about him.

But you didn't tell me about that|very special Thanksgiving, though,

did you?

I had just...

Larry, I lost both of my parents|in less than 6 months. I just...

And...and what?

And I was invited over to a friend's|house for Thanksgiving dinner.

Robbie was there.

I was just lonely.|Larry, it meant nothing.

Oh no, it meant something.|Believe me. It meant something.

- You don't get it.|- Oh I get it. Believe me, I get it.

Would you stop cleaning|my kitchen.

I'm sorry. I...

Just can't get enough of those|blue collar types, can you?

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