Medicine Man Page #4

it's a child.

The child can wait, too.

You use up the last bit of

the working serum and we have nothing.

- You can't use the last of it.

- We know the molecule.

A picture. A ghost in a machine.

For Christ's sake, Campbell, use your head!

The boy won't die in the next 48 hours.

If one of those beakers sprouts Peak 37...

you can give samples away for Christmas,

I'll help you wrap.

Suppose the new serums don't work?

You said yourself you found the cure

for the plague of this century.

It belongs to the human race,

not to one sick kid.

Come on, give me that syringe.

It'll be my sleepless night.

Jahausa's taken his son

to the Medicine Man.

When she woke up this morning,

they were both gone.

- She wants me to bring them back.

- Medicine Man?

Kalana, where's the Medicine Man?

- What is she saying?

- That Jahausa's is a fool.

For taking him there.

Who can show us

where the Medicine Man is?

Palala.

- Palala can show us.

- Can't hear you.

Get out of there!

If we leave now,

we can catch up to Jahausa!

Can't hear you!

You got some history, fine. It's history.

Will you drag it around

for the rest of your life?

If that man has the answers, we need them.

- I can't hear...

- Can you hear me now?

- What is it?

- Headache.

Keep your eyes down,

the focus won't change...

you won't get a headache.

- You might have mentioned it earlier.

- I'm sorry, I thought I did.

No, I've got something better.

- No, give it.

- No.

- What is it?

- Yoco tree.

The bark is 3% pure caffeine.

Cures headaches, fatigue, aches, pains,

neuritis, neuralgia.

Drink it. It'll keep you on your feet

till dinnertime.

- Pass.

- Drink it.

- Pass!

- Drink it.

Or Palala will force you on your back,

while I pour it down your gullet.

- Isn't that right, Palala?

- Gullet.

Go ahead.

- What's the name of this bark?

- It's called Yoco.

Yoco. You know, this would knock

Maxwell House right off the shelf.

If the narcs wouldn't stop me at the border.

This isn't a hallucinogen, is it?

- Which peak is his?

- None of the above.

The old man lives at the base of the gorge.

Downhill. Yeah.

We gotta talk about marketing this stuff.

Of course, you'd have to add sugar.

Your version tastes like sh*t.

Man, they don't spit in this one, do they?

- Spit, no. But...

- Okay, don't tell me.

Yocaf!

Yospresso!

Have you broken it down yet?

Look at that!

If I were the Medicine Man,

I would have taken that penthouse.

Why does he live at the bottom?

To get away from the constant gabbing,

most likely.

Sorry for disturbing you.

- You all right?

- I'm okay.

Go ahead, I'll catch up.

That Yocola sounds too much

like a kids' drink.

I'm more interested in the mass market in...

Okay, I'm more interested in the mass

marketing of this drink for the adults...

like a continental suave thing.

Is it difficult...

to process that Yoco bark?

Bronx?

- Where are you?

- I'm all right.

Don't play silly buggers. Where are you?

I'm all right.

I'm all right.

I'm okay.

Stay where you are.

I'm gonna lower a harness.

You've been to the circus?

This is a piece of cake

compared to the triple.

You can tell your kids

you worked without a net.

Except, they're not gonna believe you.

All right, here we go.

Use your left hand.

You can reach the harness.

Now, come on, reach back for the harness!

It's all right. Don't cry.

I promise you, when this is over,

you can cry all you want...

and I won't say a word.

Now come on. Reach for the harness.

No, I can't do it.

Change of plan.

Mohammed goes to the mountain.

The triple is easier.

All right, here I come.

- All right? Okay?

- No!

It's okay. Just let go.

- I can't do it, Campbell.

- You don't have to.

We'll both go down together.

It's a hell of a short cut.

God!

If I wanted to kill both of us,

I could have found easier ways, no?

Well, come on. Let go.

Come on! Let go!

Rae, let go!

Come on!

- Move!

- Okay.

You're okay. Just come down.

Come on.

There you go.

- Come on.

- I think I hate you.

Faster, let it go. Come on.

- I can't look.

- Come on.

- I can't look.

- Don't look. Work your hands.

- What happened?

- Nothing happened.

What happened?

- Just calm down.

- What're you doing?

What do we do now?

This is a rescue?

What's the matter with you?

What am I supposed to do, call 911?

You idiot!

- Calm down.

- Do something!

Give me your hand.

This isn't a rescue.

This is a suicide pact.

- You idiot!

- Calm down!

Give me your hand.

What for? What, are you crazy?

Well done.

Don't cry. You were marvelous. Really.

The best I've ever seen.

And I've been to the circus

a great many times.

You were spectacular. Really.

Don't cry.

You promised I could cry all I want.

Yes, I did. Okay, go ahead.

Knock yourself out.

Fortunately, Palala salvaged your haversack.

Careful, that's Peach Pernod.

- I lost it up there, I'm sorry.

- It's okay.

I'm trying to thank you.

That was a good job. Enough said.

Go easy on it.

Why? I'm not driving.

Or walking, apparently.

- Now I know why you like this stuff.

- What?

Don't make me laugh.

Don't make me laugh. It hurts.

Hold on.

That burns.

- I know.

- What is it?

It's magic.

Magic, yeah.

That old black magic

has got me in its spell

Old black magic that you weave so well

I know. Terrifying...

Icy fingers up and down your spine

Down my spine?

I'm in a spin, loving the spin I'm in

- All right, bed time.

- Come on, sing it, Campbell.

Really big finish. Come on, sing us a bar.

I should stay away, but what can I do?

I hear your name

I'm in a flame

Come on, sing it.

Get some sleep, Rae.

Don't!

What?

Don't call me by my given name.

Don't you like it?

Yeah, I like it.

Campbell?

Are you ready for visitors?

The Medicine Man?

He's in the neighborhood.

How do you know?

Call it a hunch.

- We might be in the wrong gorge.

- Somehow, I doubt that.

I mean, are you sure

Palala knows where he lives?

What if he doesn't? What do we do then?

I thought I was dreaming.

Campbell, I thought...

Okay, what's going on?

It seems there's going to be a fight.

Between you and him?

He's 3 feet tall, for Christ's sake.

- You wanted to pick his brains.

- Well, not off the sidewalk.

Ever mouth off to the Dean

and then need a grant?

- This is an eat crow, kiss ass contest?

- Exactly.

Remember what I told you

about taking his stick?

- I think this is about giving it back.

- So he's gotta win?

Okay. Bend over, take three whacks,

and let's cut to the info.

It doesn't quite work that way.

- The tricky part is...

- Is what?

Not getting my skull cracked in the process.

Tell him his mother eats army boots.

- This is what happens when cousins marry!

- For Christ's sake!

- I was helping.

- Well, don't!

- I don't need a bloody interpreter.

- I do.

- Don't push your luck, runt!

- Campbell.

Yeah, nice kiss.

What'd he say?

What'd he say?

Back to square one.

Where did I go wrong?

Eating crow, or the kissing ass department?

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