Arachnophobia Page #2

Come on, let's go find that spider.

And let's find your mom

to take care of that spider.

Honey, we're in the living room.

We need you to kill a spider.

All right. Where is it?

Over there, on the box.

Killing a spider, cool!

It's bad luck to kill a

spider in a new house.

You just made that up, didn't you, dear?

Okay. Everything's okay.

Poor thing.

It's more scared of us than we are of it.

Let's give it a home in the barn.

Good idea, Shell.

Mom, how come you're not

afraid of bugs like Dad is?

I'm not afraid of all bugs. Just...

- Be careful of rusty nails.

- Chill out.

How about right here?

You sure you won't miss

being in the thick of things?

With all those stars and those crickets

singing, we are in the thick of things.

I mean work. Strokes from the boss.

Christmas bonuses, office politics,

caffeine, adrenaline,

steady income...

We'll be fine.

Between my severance and all your

potential patients, we'll be fine.

When are you meeting with Dr Metcalf?

Thursday morning.

The old coot passes me the torch

at 10.00 sharp.

Wait.

We can unpack in the morning.

I have some Napoleon brandy

in the basement.

Sorry, cellar.

Ross, I'm exhausted.

It's bad luck not to make love

the first night in a new house.

You just made that up, didn't you, dear?

I have terrific news. At least, I

think, for my patients it's terrific.

Though my wife is less than thrilled.

What's that, Dr Metcalf?

I've decided to postpone retirement.

I don't know for how long, but...

But?

But when I thought really hard about it,

I realised,

there's only one thing left

to do when you retire,

and I've seen too many friends

do that very thing

just six months, a year

after they gave up their professions.

But you...

When we spoke just four months ago,

you assured me that...

I'm not ready to retire, doctor.

And if my wife can't rush me into it,

you sure as hell can't either.

Excuse me.

You gotta feed the meter, partner.

Yeah, well, I was just leaving.

A little late, though.

I do have medical plates.

Oh, right. You're that new doctor.

- Ross Jennings.

- Sheriff Lloyd Parsons.

You're a Yale grad, I heard.

That's right.

Well, it's just a school, isn't it?

That's enough, Lloyd Parsons.

A young doctor comes to Canaima

and you write him a parking ticket?

- What are you doing, Ms Hollins?

- What the whole town ought to do.

Your ticker tape parade.

- Thank you.

- That's littering.

Lloyd's been a bully since the 5th grade.

I ought to know, I held him back.

Walk me to my automobile.

Thank you for the swift intervention.

- How did you know who I was?

- We're neighbours.

I gave you a standing ovation

when you arrived.

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