Medicine Man Page #4

Get dressed.

Okay.

I came here six years ago. Why?

A freak tribe, no cancer.

- What about the woman you showed me?

- No, Jahausa married outside the tribe.

Kalana is an Exoti.

- Then it's genetic.

- No. It's environmental.

The tribes have always inter-married.

But as far as I can tell...

the bromeliad doesn't grow anywhere

except here.

So the Exoti don't use it.

Kalana still doesn't put it in the food.

She says it tastes bad.

So they eat this flower?

They ingest it.

Snuff.

And sometimes chewing tobacco.

It's in most of their food.

It grows wild, 100 feet up in the canopy.

Ten storeys up?

On the top shelf

of the pharmacological superstore.

It lives off a tree.

I've seen the old Medicine Man up there

gathering for his juju kit...

and there it was.

There's only one fly in the serum.

I can't reproduce it.

What do you mean?

None of the new samples work.

I have very little of the

original serum left.

That's what I mean when I say

I can't reproduce it.

Wait a minute, I don't understand.

What don't you understand?

I found a cure for the f***ing plague

of the 20th century and now I've lost it!

Haven't you ever lost anything, Dr. Bronx?

You purse, your car keys?

It's rather like that.

Now you have it, now you don't!

- Your notes are gone?

- I have my notes.

I followed my notes.

- Your notes must be wrong.

- They're not.

Then explain it.

I can't.

Okay.

The first thing I do when I get to LA

is I get Dr. Crouse.

- His people can set up a real lab here.

- There's nothing wrong with this lab.

- We've got everything we need.

- Look...

this is major league.

You need help.

I promise you will get full credit.

Do you think I give a damn

about the immortal textbook quote?

Dare I insult you with a history lesson?

Better still, how about subtraction?

Nine million indians in the Amazon...

white men bring measles,

flu, polio, and chicken pox.

Now you've got 2,00,000 indians.

Without using your fingers,

just how many did we shove in the hole?

It's not like they'll be unvaccinated.

These people would work for Aston.

All precautions would be taken.

You don't remember Mocara.

Do you?

You're too young.

Some overeager son of a b*tch found a

great little painkiller in the jungle.

Fifteen cents to make a $5 bottle.

Aston was on to it like a fly to dung.

All very scientific, all precautions taken.

Swine flu killed the entire village.

Much regret, so sorry.

The eager beaver still ended up

with his 10 cents on the dollar...

This isn't a painkiller.

This is the cure for cancer.

These people don't need

a cure for cancer, ask them!

There's a road coming into the area.

You're finished. Aston can stop that!

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