Ritual Page #4

it's like disco.

Voodoo is like disco?

Yeah, you know. You dance hard...

...you drink a lot of rum,

smoke some ganja.

Your head goes to a different place.

You feel sexy and fun,

really, really loose.

So, the airlines lost your luggage?

My luggage? No.

Oh, because of what I'm wearing?

Oh, no, this isn't what

I was wearing yesterday.

It looks like what I was wearing

'cause I have multiples.

...just to keep things simple.

- It's a fresh pair, like a uniform.

- Really?

So, you're gonna let me lend you

a dress for dinner tonight?

A dress?

Doctor.

Wesley lives there.

Maybe I should go first,

just to get him ready.

- Is that OK? All right.

- Yeah.

Wesley?

Doctor.

Rough night.

Wesley, come on.

Wesley.

Hi. Dr. Alice Dodgson.

You know, I'm gonna be honest with you.

I don't need a doctor.

I'm sorry, does my breath smell awful?

I've smelled worse.

So, how are you doing this morning?

Wow.

So young and already so deep

into the medical bullshit.

If I felt great, why would my brother

drag you all the way out here?

To see...

Sit down, sit down.

You know, I hate to sound like

those doctors you're so fond of...

...but drinking and lymphocytosis

are a pretty bad mix.

What makes you think

that I have lymphocytosis?

Your medical records.

Actually, my medical records

say atypical lymphocytosis.

Atypical, as in "we don't know

what the f*** we're talking about. "

If you don't mind, I'm gonna

take your blood pressure...

...listen to your heart and lungs.

Open your shirt.

Well, looks like I got myself

my own Polidori.

What's a Polidori?

Byron's Polidori?

Give me a big breath.

I'm impressed. I never met

a doctor who reads poetry.

Who's Byron? What's a Polidori?

Big breath.

Byron, the poet, had a

personal physician named Polidori.

Did you know Polidori

had a big crush on Byron?

Byron was a battybwoy?

All right, roll up your shirt sleeve.

I'm gonna take your blood pressure...

- Take some blood...

- No, no, no, no. No blood.

Sorry, I'm sick of you doctors

sucking my blood.

What I have, there is nothing

that you can do anything about.

What is it that you think you have?

You wouldn't understand...

- If I'm able to help you at all...

- This is over. It's over, I said!

I'm sorry. It's just nothing has worked.

Does he really think he's a zombie?

That's bizarre.

He seems like a smart guy.

Oh, and where does he go at night?

- Wait, you don't want to tell me?

- No, it's not that.

I know it's obeah-related.

- How can I help him if?...

- I don't know exactly what he does.

OK, um, do you know

where I can find J. B?

As a voodoo priest, could

your father turn someone into a zombie?

As a voodoo priest, could

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