Doctor Bull Page #2

- Yeah, all right. Good-bye, Doc.

Here you are, Joe.

Take one of those there.

I tell you, Doc.

If it wasn't for May, I'd do something.

I'm not gonna lie in bed

the rest of my life like this.

Hey, cut out that bellyaching.

Come on. Take that.

That'll get you some rest.

It's my legs, Doc.

They're like two slabs of stone.

Say, fallin' off a platform

50 feet high-

What do you expect, to get up

and walk out of here in a week?

A week?

It's been nearly two months now.

Well, maybe it has.

But you let me do the worrying, will you?

There.

There. Lay off that nicotine.

- It ain't good for you neither.

- Thanks, Doc.

Don't thank me.

I won 'em on a punch board.

- Oh, hello, May.

- Hello, Doc.

- How you feelin', honey?

- Better, darlin'.

Aw, he's great. He's feeling fine.

Just needs a little sleep, that's all, May.

I'll, uh-

I'll see you again tomorrow, Joe.

Thanks, Doc. Appreciate it.

- So long.

- Thanks, Doc.

Hello, Doc. You're just in time.

- We need you.

- What's the matter? Somebody sick?

- A cow.

- A cow?

Yes. Mrs. Cardmaker's

in the barn with her now.

Eh, good Lord.

Why don't you get a vet?

It's a Jersey. She's down too.

- Pretty bad?

- Well, she ain't doin' so good.

Say, you know,

she's not only paralyzed.

She's got a high fever too.

Here's your thermometer.

Wasn't any good, was she?

She won the Jersey prize at the fair.

- What, that thing?

- Yes, that thing.

Here. Take that right over

to the drugstore.

Give her that in water

about every two hours.

Keep those wet blankets

on her all night.

And then you better phone

that veterinarian over at Torrington.

By morning she'll be dead.

Well, I like that.

Well, there ain't anything else

you can do here.

You, uh, got any cider?

Come into the house.

Gonna stay for supper?

Always do, don't I?

Come on in.

Gee, you look pretty, Jane.

Aw, you always look pretty.

What mischief have you been up to

the last three days?

Mischief?

Been to choir practice mostly.

Well, I've been sticking pretty close

to Joe Tupping too.

I know doctors never tell

their professional secrets...

but have you any hope for Joe?

Pretty worried about him, Jane.

Well, that's a good sign for him.

- Hmm?

- How's the cider?

As Shakespeare says,

"It warms the cockles of my heart."

When I was a little tiny boy

With a heigh-ho

the wind and the rain

You have been

to choir practice, haven't you?

Silly old fool.

L-I don't know.

I kind of relax when I get up here...

on these windswept hills with thee.

Thank you, George.

You know, some old early settler

had the thing about right...

when he- he said that, uh...

most of life was a storm.

And without a harbor, a man is lost.

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