Ow!
BOWKER
Watch the teeth.
LEAN
Thanks, ever so.
They BUMP THROUGH DOORS into PURL’S operating room. The gurney SQUEAKS into position beside PURL’S “MACHINE,” an electric generator used for primitive shock therapy. We can hear it HUMMING FAINTLY.
BOWKER
(To JACK)
Here we are, darling, all safe and sound.
We’ll just wait here a while for the
doctor to come fry your bloody loony brain.
JACK howls and thrashes.
LEAN
Stop baiting him, Bowker! He’s going for
my hands again, and I only got the two!
BOWKER
Easy cure for that, mate—
DR. PURL and MRS. BENTHAM enter.
PURL
I hope you’re not assaulting the patients again, Bowker.
That’d be two times this week alone; I might have to let you go.
BOWKER
Won’t be necessary, Doctor. I was just—
PURL
I know full well what you were “just,” Bowker, so do be quiet.
Mrs. Bentham, the headpiece, if you please.
MRS. BENTHAM
Doctor.
PURL
Where’d they find this man, Lean?