Medicine Man Page #5

It wasn't a total loss.

My, my, isn't it all bright and shiny?

I cleaned up a little, that's all.

These first four extracts

will be ready to test by 7:00.

I'll set my alarm clock for 6:30.

Incidentally, the blue doesn't come off.

Get drunk somewhere else.

Hey, I live here.

Get sanctimonious somewhere else.

I tried to get drunk at Jahausa's,

as a matter of fact.

But I soon tired

of hearing him pray over his only son.

So I said to myself,

"Why not visit Dr. Bronx..."

"and her tabernacle of empirical evidence?"

- I'm not a monster, Campbell.

- No, you're not a monster.

And if I have, in any way,

labeled you monstrous...

by gesture or manner,

I sincerely beg your pardon.

I'd like to go to sleep now.

I have an early morning.

I wouldn't bother setting that alarm,

Monster Bronx.

He won't make it through the night.

You don't know that.

I picture you at Imana's age...

sitting in bed, awake,

arms crossed, whispering:

"I don't believe in ghosts.' '"

Where was I, when you were 6 years of age

and armed against the dark?

Probably hiding, like you are now.

In the jungle, or in the bottle?

To which hideout are you referring?

Does it matter?

It's not as difficult as you might think,

watching someone die.

After 70 or 80 men, women, infants...

you begin to feel quite numb.

When I left Jahausa's hut,

I was coming here to get the magic serum.

Save myself, of course, not the boy...

which makes me the monster.

You at least would save the world.

And the world is not one choking boy,

in the middle of a disappearing forest.

Even though it seems that way,

here in the dark...

against which you are so well armed...

and I've only this.

Enough. Give me that bottle.

You're not a murderer.

That's not why she left you.

What the hell do you know about it?

She left me...

because I wouldn't allow her to forgive me.

She very much wanted to, you see.

But I couldn't forgive myself.

Until I do, no one...

no one's allowed.

We've been invited to a prayer meeting.

I'll make your excuses.

Kalana!

Yes, he's okay. He'll be fine.

What's going on? Why is everyone running?

Time's up.

A miracle without proof is only a miracle.

- It does not stop bulldozers.

- Look, Ornega, I injected him myself.

I'm not doubting it.

This bromeliad, I've never seen it

growing anywhere else.

We can't transplant it to the lab.

Christ, I couldn't bring it down

100 feet from origin.

Now you move your roads through here,

and we've lost it.

Come on, Roberto, it's not my road.

We need time. We're testing new samples.

Se? Or Reyes has already been instructed

to move the villagers.

If a test is successful in, say,

the next 24 hours...

The bulldozers are running

night and day now.

I'm gonna retest.

It didn't work, Rae. It's not here.

You promised me a week,

you gave me a week.

Pack your bags, Rae,

before the road gets here.

You're always throwing me out.

It's for your own good.

- What do you know about it?

- Quite a bit.

You don't smoke, do you?

There's gotta be

a cigarette around here, somewhere.

Is this supposed to be me?

Supposed to be?

I think it's a very good likeness.

Well, take it if you want.

No, I'd rather you kept it.

Well, I certainly flattered you a bit

by idealizing your forehead...

but a man in love

wouldn't notice the disparity.

A man in love?

Tommy Falon the younger. Give it to him.

I'm sure he sees your forehead

exactly as I've drawn it...

and he probably never noticed...

that your left ear

is lower than your right ear.

And when he's smitten,

those are the details that...

What are you running?

Base line.

- What are you using?

- Sugar solution.

The same solution you've used each time?

No, I ran out. Why?

Where'd you get the sugar?

Campbell? It's a damn poor time

for having an iron man contest!

Have you ever lost anything, Ornega?

Your car keys, your wallet?

It wasn't the bromeliads, it was the ants.

You're certain?

I seem to have left the evidence

in my other suit.

Campbell?

Roberto?

It's me, Miguel.

We can go, whenever you are ready.

No, I know what I'm looking for now.

If those little orange bastards

exist somewhere else, I'll find them.

Look at yourself.

It's time out, my friend.

Six years and all your equipment.

- Aston isn't going to...

- Aston will replace all of it...

and provide him with a research assistant,

per his request.

Dr. Sealove, if I remember,

was your first choice.

Thank you.

You're welcome.

If you're ready, we should go.

Good luck.

Good luck to you.

You'll be in touch?

They won't relocate

where the government has indicated.

Sooner or later...

they'll have no place left,

then they'll go where they're told.

He says the Medicine Man

has found a place upriver.

Medicine Man? You mean Campbell?

No, that small one, over by the trees.

Give me a minute.

All right.

I'll tell him.

He said this was your stick.

He said it's all right now,

he's found a good place.

And if you behave yourself,

you can go with them.

He said he'll teach you big magic.

He said he's never met

a man like you before.

And maybe, he never will again.

I'm gonna need an addition, too.

A new chromatograph,

more scopes, callipers...

I'll make sure you get everything you need.

When I reach the city,

I'll contact Dr. Sealove.

I've reconsidered.

Dr. Sealove is my second choice now.

Come on, Bronx.

You think Tom Falon's

gonna walk down the aisle...

with a woman who has something blue

as a tattoo on her forehead?

I want joint publication.

You can have whatever you want.

What do you want?

A meal and a bath.

Unbutton your shirt.

Dearest Tom, we're pushing upriver

in search of those ants.

And with some luck, we'll get to them

before the lumber companies do.

And about our marriage...

I'm not so sure I'm ready for it yet.

Life is strange.

But down here...

it seems...

so very precious.

I'm coming!

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