The Dentist 2 Page #4
- R
- Year:
- 1998
- 100 min
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Goes by the name of Caine.
ELEVEN ROSES TO SAY I'M SORRY...
And the twelfth one is with him.
In review of our membership...
He couldn't be Dr. Caine.
Hello.
Doctor's office.
Who is it?
It's Bev from the bank. She wants|an appointment for this afternoon.
- Is that all right?|- Yeah.
It'll be fine, Bev. 4:3O?
Any other calls?|Jamie?
No.
Desert Storm?
The Gulf War was over in 1991.
That would make this|magazine what, Bernice?
The answer is, ''out of date.''|This is an out of date magazine.
How many times did I tell you|to get rid of all of these?
Here, want me to help you?
- Where are you going?|- Fact finding mission.
- Don't forget about tonight.|- Oh, I'll be there. With bells on.
Bernice?
Dr. Caine?
Hello?
Thanks for being on time, Bev.
Oh, jezze.
I, I wasn't snooping.
I just wanted to|look at my file.
Really. I've wanted to look at|my file since I was a kid.
Sanderson, Emil.
Your file is inside.
The first time I peeked in|my files I was in college.
Now, to more important things...
...this discolored tooth of yours.
Oh, it's been that way|since junior high.
It should have been|taken care of. Lean forward.
Let's have a look,|shall we?
Open wide for me.|Smile, a big smile.
As long as we're|bonding your incisor,
that's that discolored tooth,
we could do all your teeth,
make them a few shades lighter,
give you that Hollywood smile.
All of them? You think?
I'd just like them whiter
without anyone noticing|that I did anything.
If that's possible.
Anything is possible.
Open.
So...
You ever been to|Hollywood, Larry?
I went to|Washington D.C. once.
I bet you miss it.
Washington... home.
I mean, it's exciting.|It's our nation's capital.
Funny...
What's that, Bev?
There was this guy, passed through|town day before yesterday.
He said he was sure|he knew you from Los Angeles.
But that couldn't be.
You being from D.C. and all.
No. No it couldn't.
Could it, Bev?
He was grilling Shawna at the cafe.|A little guy, she said.
This little guy.|Does he have a name?
I don't know.
Well let's see|what you do know.
What are you doing? Hey.
Breathe, Bev.
Breathe.
Breathe.
Yeah.
Wake up, Bev.|It's time to go to school.
Five more minutes, daddy...
What?
Oh my God...
What?
Oh, my God.
Larry, you can't do this.
What, bond your teeth?
Please let me go.|Please let me go.
This is how we bond our teeth...
...in Hollywood, Bevie.
Bonding in bondage.
It's all the rage.
Please don't hurt me, Larry.
Oh sure. You come in here|under false pretenses.
Nose through my files, you sit there|asking all your wheedling questions.
And then you|beg me not to hurt you?
What world do you live in, Bevie?
Now the nerve's exposed,
and we can commence|with a little game.
A lie detector test,|if you will.
I'll ask a question,
and you answer it.
If you tell the truth,
I'll pat your head.
If you lie,
I shall do this...
( Screaming )
I think you get it.
Now the first question is:
What do you know about me?
I know what everybody|else knows.
Oh Bev, wrong answer.
Now.|The question was:
Exactly what|do you know about me?
I know that you're not|really Dr. Lawrence Caine.
That I'm not really|Dr. Lawrence Caine?
I know you were somebody|else six years ago.
Good. Good.
Now, next question:
Why all those clumsy|questions about Washington?
I didn't think|you lived in Washington.
You didn't think|I lived in Washington?
Good, good Bev.
Do you know who I was|before I was Dr. Lawrence Caine?
No.
No?
Wrong answer.
( Buzzer sounds )
( Sobbing )
Help me.
Somebody help me.
If you say a word,|if you utter a sound while I'm gone,
I will cut out your|vocal cords with this.
Do you understand?
- Robbie. What can I do for you?|- I got the last of the drywall here.
Well, I'm with a|patient right now.
Bev? Because I noticed|her car was out there.
Yes.|We're...bonding.
Help.
( Bev screaming )
The novocaine|must have worn off.
I'm going to have to ask you to|stay outside. It's very important...
Don't...
Bev!
Robbie!
Oh, Robbie!
No!
Bev, Bev, Bev...
Here we were, two pals|playing a friendly little game,
the minute I turn my back,
you cheat.
Get off me.|Get off me.
New game, Bevie.
Truth...
...or tooth.
What did you tell Jeremy|about Washington?
I didn't tell.|I didn't tell...
Your discolored tooth was a problem.|Not a problem any more.
I can see that you|floss regularly, Bev.
I like that.
Now, Jamie.
What did you tell Jamie?
( Mumbling )
Yeah?|Are you sure?
Oh, Bev. You liar.
Damn it, I broke it.
Darn. This is the part I hate.|I don't mind telling you, Bevie,
pulling teeth is like, well...
pulling teeth.
You're looking|much better already.
Give me back my drill.
Okay,|I've got a much better idea.
A much better idea.
Oh Bev,|you're going to love this.
We'll cut it out.
( Sinister laugh )
( Dialing )
Brooke...
The doctor isn't in right now.|Please leave a message.
It's me...
You can speak?
Both of us|overreacted last night.
And I'm sorry if|I said anything that hurt you,
that wasn't my intention.
It's too late for apologies.
Jamie:
|I'm almost at your office.Do you think|I wanted to do that to you?
Jamie:
|I'm coming for the twelfth rose.I worshiped you,
but then I saw you...
with him...
in your mouth.
I couldn't let you|keep your tongue,
not after that.
Jamie:
|Larry? Oh, my God.Stop it.
Stop.
That was weird.
Who is she?
It gets confusing|at times, Brooke.
I think|I should call the police.
Larry?
( Dialing )
( Busy signal )
Larry.
( Busy signal continues )
Through all the drama,
whether damned or not,
love gilds the scene,
Come here.
Come here.
No. Let go.
Damn cap|just won't stay in.
Jamie. Jamie!
Jamie.
( Door rattles )|Let me in.
Jamie,|are you in there?
Jamie,|I know you're in there.
Jamie?
Open the door,
just a crack.
You stay away from me.
- Jamie, open the door.|- No...
All right.|Have it your way.
Don't you see it, Jamie?
We're joined at the hip.
We're Rob and Laura...
We're peanut butter and jelly...
We're Marge and Homer...
We're green eggs and ham...
We're corned beef...
and cabbage.
No.
Open wide, Jamie.
No.
( Opera music playing )|There we are.
There we are. There we are.
Do you have|any idea where you are?
On the cutting edge.|That's where.
On the threshold of a new|patient-friendly era of dentistry.
Behold...
...the dental environment...
of the future.
This is an empty room.
It is not just|an empty room.
It is a total|dental environment.
Bathroom accidents, the greatest|cause of injury in the home.
Wisdom teeth?|You're here for your wisdom teeth?
I had my wisdom teeth|out years ago.
Then we'll just have to do|a much better job this time.
Won't we?
Open wide.
You get away from me.
Jamie.|Brooke.
Jamie.|Brooke.
Brooke.|Oh, my Brooke.
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