Medicine Man Page #3

and I end up with Dr. Mengele

with a ponytail.

Now what? Good God!

Feel that?

What is it?

- A supraclavicular node. Malignant.

- How do you know?

I gave it to him.

Transplanted tissue, I gave it to them all.

You will biopsy the lot. I insist.

That is your control group.

And this lucky bugger

gets an injection by nightfall...

and tomorrow, in the morning,

you will examine him.

Come on, I'm not proposing marriage.

I'm asking you to biopsy

a family of rodents.

Spend 12 hours in a perfectly

luxurious hammock.

You don't have to think

about that, just nod.

No ball.

What was in the tin?

The boys, you were giving them

something from the tin.

Candy coated ants.

Do you want some?

The tin is inside on the table.

I'll pass.

What about you?

What is it?

- Freeze dried ice cream.

- I'll pass.

Come on, the astronauts eat it.

It doesn't taste like ice cream.

When was the last time

you had a double dip?

The palate remembers.

That woman, Kalana?

She called you something.

What's it mean?

Medicine Man, that's me.

- Don't they have one of their own?

- What?

Medicine Man.

I gave Alka-Seltzer to a

kid with a bellyache.

You did what?

Alka-Seltzer. It cured him with one belch.

But it was the plop and the fizz

that really dazzled them.

The Medicine Man

was understandably pissed off.

I had taken his stick.

Stick?

Yeah, his self-respect. His place.

He just took off.

My intentions were well meant.

You take the hammock,

I'll sleep in the greenhouse.

- If I need anything, I'll let you know.

- You will?

Good. Thank you.

Dr. Campbell?

Already?

My name is Dr. Crane, Rae Crane.

Just in case

you need to address me directly.

I thought I'd just call you Brooklyn.

I'm from the Bronx.

Oh, well, Bronx.

It doesn't quite roll off

the tongue, does it?

Good night.

- What the hell are you doing?

- I'm covering my ass.

I don't want you accusing me of

playing switcheroo with your control group.

I get it, Peach Palm Festival, day two.

No festival, just a bedtime story.

You're staring at me.

Pyjamas.

I haven't seen pyjamas in...

a long time.

Jesus!

What is it now?

God.

It's all right. That's Henry.

He keeps the place free of rats.

Come on, old dear.

Look, I'll sleep with lizards

and I'll sleep with guinea pigs...

I understand.

A girl has to draw the line somewhere.

Come on, old dear.

- Sweet dreams.

- Go to hell.

Probably.

No.

You?

Why do you think that?

- That's very funny.

- Dr. Campbell?

Imana.

Get stuffed, both of you.

Jesus, Campbell.

I know.

You know?

You've found a cure for cancer,

and all you can say is I know?

- What is it?

- Bromeliad. The flower.

How'd you find it?

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