Quincy M.E. (1976–1983): Season 6, Episode 6 - Welcome to Paradise Palms - full transcript

It's Chester. He's sick.

The boy he always
plays with just died.

Died from what?

I'm Dr. Quincy. I'm
his foster parent.

I think we're looking at a
prime case of Bubonic plague.

The Black Death...

All healing comes from
the same source, Doctor.

We could be facing an epidemic.

The very most I can do

is quarantine the area in
which we find the dead animals.

But suppose we
don't find them in time?



Oh my God, it's right
underneath their noses...

Because I'm not gonna let this
town be ruined by a total outsider!

Chester, we're out of time.

It's like a nightmare. It's like
everything you told Dr. Lang about.

Gentlemen, you
are about to enter

the most fascinating
sphere of police work.

The world of forensic medicine.

He just died.

Mama, did you hear
me? No more waiting.

Please let me go for Dr. Paul.

You'll never find him out there.

I gotta try.

Please, while there's
still a couple hours of light.

I know it, I can feel it.



If we don't do
anything, he's gonna die.

Try Twin Springs first.

No, I'm going up
along the buttes.

I'll start high and work down.

Mama, it wouldn't hurt to ask
the Shaman. It really wouldn't.

He's right, and you know it.
We should ask the old man.

Watch him, Uncle Felix.

Make sure his forehead
is wet. I'm going into town.

Come on, Quincy, what about it?

Will you fellows stop wasting my
time? You gotta go see a dentist.

Brill's a coward.

Who isn't a coward when
you're gonna have a tooth pulled?

You're an M.E., Quince.
Teeth are bones, aren't they?

Yeah, look, all he's asking
for is a second opinion.

All right, I'll take
a look. Open up.

You've got enough
gold in there to retire.

Ed, I want you to take a
picture of this gold mine later.

- Okay.
- Come on, open up, will you?

A little flossing wouldn't hurt.

Oh yeah? Would you
please be serious, Quince?

Well, you got a cavity,

you gotta see a dentist
or grin and bear it.

Quince, it's for
you, long distance.

Yes.

- Dr. Quincy?
- Yes.

Doctor, this is Chester's
mother, Roberta Wanaka.

Oh, yeah, how are you?

It's Chester. He's
sick. He's very sick.

The boy he always
plays with just died.

Died from what?

The same kind of fever.

The chills and the coughing,
the exact same thing.

What does the doctor say?

He's not here. He's making
rounds of the reservation.

His radio's broken and there's
no way we can call him back in.

Is there anyone else?

Not unless we drive all
the way to San Diego.

And that'd be for nothing.

Nobody will take you unless
you pay cash in advance.

I'm sorry. I shouldn't
have called.

Don't be silly. I'm glad
you called. I'm on my way.

But you keep
checking with a doctor

because I can't be there
much before the morning.

I'll see you then. Bye.

Where do you think you're
going? Now, you promised me...

That boy, Chester, the one
who was here last year...

The Indian boy?
Your foster child?

Well, he's very sick. In fact,
one of those kids just died.

His mother called me, she
can't get a hold of a doctor.

She wants me to come.

- Well, you gotta go.
- I gotta go
because it's important.

- I gotta go...
- Quincy, I said it was
all right. You can go.

You did say that.

Thank you, Dr. Asten.
Thank you, Dr. Asten.

I hope he's all right.

- Doctor from Los Angeles?
- Right.

I'll be damned.

I told Roberta she was
crazy and here you are.

- How's Chester doing?
- Not so good, Doc. Not so good at all.

See, I don't
believe in miracles.

I've been hungry too many times.

And I haven't seen Santa Claus
popping out of any chimneys.

So, when my sister-in-law said she
called you, I bet her you wouldn't come.

Obviously you don't
make your living gambling.

I was so damn sure
you weren't coming,

I even went to our
Shaman, our healer.

I asked him to find
a cure for Chester.

That doesn't get you
in hot water with me.

It does with Roberta.
She's mad as hell.

You see, the trouble is,

when her husband
died, my kid brother,

she laid it on the
Shaman. Blamed him.

Lost faith,

cut herself off completely
from the old ways.

This is it? Paradise Palms?

In the words of your own language,
what you see is what you get.

Indians around here call it
Paradise Prunes, if you catch the joke.

I catch it. I catch it, but I
haven't seen one single palm tree.

You gotta use your
imagination right now.

But when the City Council gets
around to appropriating funds,

that's where most
of them are gonna be.

Who would build a place
like that way out here?

Merchants, bankers,
local ranchers.

There's some big
golfing money in it, too.

They'd have to be nuts to come
all the way out here just to play golf.

Let me tell you something,
Mr. Doctor from Los Angeles.

We've got the best weather
and the best natural springs

in the United States.

It took your people a couple of
hundred years to find that out.

But I gotta give them credit.

When they finally saw the light,
they made up for it in a very big way.

Hello, Roberta.

God bless you.

- Come on. Show me where he is.
- Inside.

But somebody's in there with
him. It's something I didn't want.

Please don't go,
I'd like you to stay.

Maybe you've seen
this kind of thing before.

All healing comes from
the same source, Doctor.

If you and I could both learn that,
there'd be far less sickness in the world.

- How long has
he been this way?
- Almost three days now.

Fever the whole time?

First, the headache.
Then, the fever.

We thought it was flu.

That's what they were
saying about the other boy.

The boy who died. Do they
have the same symptoms?

Yes.

Where's the nearest hospital?

Just outside of town.

It ain't gonna be anything
you're used to, Doc.

Well, whatever it is, we'll
have to get him there right away.

We've got a critically ill
boy and we need a bed.

Where's his doctor?

I'm a doctor. I'm with the
Coroner's Office in Los Angeles.

I mean, his Health
Service Doctor.

Dr. Paul's out making rounds.
We don't know when he'll be back.

Oh, ma'am, you should know I can't
admit anyone without his signature.

I don't think you understand.

This boy is critically ill. He
needs a bed and he needs it now!

All right, Doctor. I'll make the call,
but I know what the answer's gonna be.

I'm sorry, Doctor.

I found him. He was stuck
in a ditch up by Poppet Flats.

- What room is open?
- I have to have the forms...

Damnit, what room is open?

Twenty four.

Get cracking. I'll
sign everything later.

Forget that, Nurse. I need you.

Help me get his shirt off.

Where in the hell
are the stethoscopes?

Top drawer, Doctor.

Take his pulse.

I'm Dr. Quincy. I'm
his foster parent.

Yeah, he brags about you a lot.
You're the M.E. from Hollywood.

Los Angeles.

That's a hell of a long
way for a house call.

I'll get a gown, Doctor.

It was 103 when I checked.

His pulse was thready, there's
some congestion in his lungs.

But if I were you, Doctor, I'd
check his inguinal lymph nodes.

You're absolutely right.

I'll get a blood sample
to the lab right away.

We don't do cultures here.
We send them out to San Diego.

That'll take forever.

Welcome to Paradise Palms.

Well, you must have a microscope,
some material for gram stains?

You want to aspirate the nodes?

Well, it won't give us proof positive.
But it'll give us more than we got now.

You know, I'm what they call a
second class citizen around here.

The more I scream about
upgrading the facilities,

the more they turn
down their hearing aids.

Well I guess it's a question of
priorities. Resorts seem to come first.

You catch on fast.

Doctor, have you ever
seen Yersinia pestis before?

I'll take your
word for it, Doctor.

I told you I couldn't be
positive without a culture,

but I think we're looking at a
prime case of Bubonic plague.

Bubonic plague,
the Black Death...

We've never had
that before. Ever.

All it takes is some fleas
and a rodent population.

I've seen it less than a hundred
miles from downtown LA.

So, I hope you won't mind

if I don't wait for lab results
that have to go by pony express.

- I want Chester on
medication right away.
- Streptomycin?

Tetracycline works just as
fast and has fewer side effects.

All right, I'll call
the pharmacy.

And after that,

I want to do an autopsy on the dead
boy and see if any of this is connected.

Man, that may cause a problem.

What doesn't around here?

Not a stinking thing.
Not even a dead snake.

My guess is it's a lot closer in,
someplace they go every day.

But this is one of their places.

It's supposed to be secret but I
followed him here a couple of times.

They call it their fort.

I agree with Dr. Quincy. I
think it's someplace closer in.

They're building a new
resort in your town, aren't they?

Yeah. It's the biggest
P.R. hype in years.

Their grand opening,

professional golf tournament,
Las Vegas entertainment.

They've got VIPs flying
in from half the country.

The whole thing's
gonna be on national TV.

When I passed by,

I noticed a lot of your
people were working there.

Yeah, practically
the whole labor force.

Gentlemen, the
fleas are out here.

Now, let's not start
pushing any panic buttons.

Dr. Lang, the boy's autopsy proved
conclusively it was bubonic plague.

Now if it goes pneumonic,

we won't be talking about
fleas and dead animals anymore.

It'll be spread from
person to person.

And as you know, it's a highly
contagious and deadly disease.

Yes, that's right, I
am panicked enough

to wonder whether or not we should
ask them to postpone their opening.

They wouldn't go for
that in a million years.

Then, we've got
one other choice.

We'll quarantine the reservation.
Cut off their labor force.

Doctor, it simply
isn't done like that.

The very most I can do

is quarantine the area in
which we find the dead animals.

But suppose we
don't find them in time?

Gentlemen, we're talking
about two isolated cases.

And that's the extent of it.

We know what we're facing,

and we're entirely
capable of handling it

without any outside assistance.

MAN ON RADIO: Base calling
five. Base calling five. Over.

Son of a gun, it's working.

This is five to base. Over.

Better get back in, Doc.
We've got another sick child.

Over.

Give me his age
and weight. Over.

Male, ten years old,
somewhere around 60 pounds.

Over.

All right, set me up with
140 milligrams of Tetracycline

via D5WIV. I'm on my way. Out.

Dr. Quincy?

Well, have I changed that
much since last summer?

I just can't believe it.

We just left Tommy Mahoney.

- Is he all right?
- He's gonna be fine.

Yeah, we gave him the
same medicine we gave you.

Does Hespi know you're
here? I told him all about you.

Well you see, Hespi was very
sick and Dr. Paul was away.

I hadn't gotten here yet.

He wasn't as lucky as you were.

Hespi?

I'm sorry.

How is he?

He's awake. He's doing fine.

- Can we see him?
- I think you ought
to see him alone.

He just found out about Hespi.

He's taken it pretty hard.

And when he settles down,

we need to know where
he went with his two friends.

Every place he's been for the
last week or so before he got sick.

It's very important, Roberta.

It's the only way we're gonna
stop this thing from spreading.

Dr. Monongye?

- The Shaman's sick.
- He wants me?

He's burning up with fever.

The Shaman asked for me?

Hell, no, man!

I'm asking for you. I am!

Because I think he's gonna die.

What about wearing masks?

We're gonna have to chance it.

It would be a slap in
the face to his beliefs.

You watch, when he sees me

he's gonna chew me
up and spit out my bones.

- Who's D. Snow?
- Him, Dwight Snow.

When he's not healing, he
makes his living with a truck.

Hello, Dwight.

Ralph Toller just came by
and said you were kind of sick.

You're that doctor I saw at
Chester Wanaka's, aren't you?

That's right.

How's he doing?

Fine. We have
him at the hospital.

We wanna treat you, too.

You see, this disease
is caused by fleas.

It's carried by animals like
prairie dogs and ground squirrels.

His belief!

And mine, too.

Not mine!

Well I don't think you fully
understand the situation.

The disease could get
worse. It could take a new form.

And if it does, you
could help to spread it.

I've read your books.
They don't prove anything.

Your patients die, too.

Dwight, I know taking you to the
hospital might present a problem.

But we can treat you right here.

Through my back door
in the middle of the night?

You know I didn't
mean it like that.

Then what?

Dwight, I'm not
asking you to change.

Aren't you?

You say this is something physical.
Something here in the reservation.

I say the healing is within
the person who is sick.

And I say the source is in the
flea and the diseased animal.

Then show me your
fleas and diseased animals

and I'll try to believe.

All right, I will, Mr. Snow,
because they're out there.

They're somewhere you've
been in the last few days.

Been only where
I've always been.

Bugs, dead animals,
they're everywhere.

Dwight, you gotta understand.

You could be dangerous.
You could infect our people.

I'll be alone in this.

I'll see no one.

I'll speak only to that
which dwells within.

Go now and don't come back.

Hey, maybe we'll get lucky.

Maybe Roberta found
out where the kids played.

- Can I borrow this thing?
- Sure.

- What for?
- I wanna talk to
the people at the resort.

They won't want to
hear a word you say.

Well, they're gonna.

You'll sound like an
outsider and a troublemaker.

I can't help that. I wanna
hear what Roberta has to say.

Fine. I'll catch a ride to the
club and tell you all about it.

Good afternoon, may I help you?

Yes. I'd like to see
the manager, please.

He's snowed under right now.

Is there anything
I could do for you?

Well, it's very important.

I'm sure. But as I told
you, he's very busy.

Mr. Curtis, there's a
man with a badge out here

who wants to see you.

Dr. Quincy.

Dr. Quincy.

From the Los Angeles
County Coroner's Office.

From the Los Angeles
County Coroner's Office.

- He'll be right with you.
- Thank you.

- Dr. Quincy?
- That's right.

- I'm Charles Curtis.
- Nice to meet you.

I hope there's nothing
seriously wrong, Doctor.

Okay kids, let's
see what we got.

Not too bad. Not
great, but not bad.

- You know who
that is, don't you?
- Yes, I do.

He's opening in our
Sun Dance Room tonight.

I really should get down
there and welcome him aboard.

Mr. Curtis, what I have to say
is a lot more important than that

and I need your full attention.

We've had four cases
of bubonic plague here.

I'm afraid for your opening.

- Here? In town?
- No. On the reservation.

But since you employ
so many Indians,

I think we're looking at a
very dangerous situation.

You're not telling
me it's contagious?

Not yet. Right now it's
being spread by fleas.

Then I'm afraid I don't
quite understand you, Doctor.

- The reservation
is miles from here.
- I know that.

But if the disease
goes to the next stage,

it can be passed by human
contact. From person to person.

We could be facing an epidemic.

Doctor, would you care to step
outside with me for a moment, please?

Exactly what is it
you want, Doctor?

Well, in a nutshell, I'd like you to
postpone your opening for a few days

until we find the area of
infestation and clean it up.

Might I ask you something?
Who sent you here?

The girl said you
were from Los Angeles.

I'm here because one of the boys who
was sick is someone I'm very fond of.

Then it's not an official visit.

Come on, let's not split hairs.

We've already had one
fatality. We may have more.

Look, Doctor, I
appreciate your concern.

Quite obviously, you're
a dedicated physician.

But if you're asking me to use
scare tactics to postpone this opening,

we'd have a
financial disaster here.

The very contemplation of
which sets my knees to shaking.

I wonder what would happen to your
knees if this plague became pneumonic?

But it hasn't.

Now you may not
know this, Doctor,

but every single
merchant in town

has mortgaged his heart
and his soul to build this place.

If we don't open as scheduled
on time, they'll be ruined.

Well, within six months, Paradise
Palms will be the kind of town

that trains pass through without
even blowing their whistles.

Is that the kind of chance
you're asking me to take?

On the vague possibility that
something just might happen?

That vague possibility can
become an absolute reality

before you even
count your profits.

Excuse me, Doctor,

I have a very important
star that needs attending to.

Thanks a lot, man.

You look like you did a lot
worse than I thought you would,

I just met Curtis, the manager.

There's only three
things he cares about,

movie stars, money and his job,
and not necessarily in that order.

I wish I could cheer you up,

but Roberta says Chester's vague as
hell about where he played last week.

- On purpose?
- She's not sure.

Then, we'd better talk to him.

Try to make him understand
what's happening here.

Right now, he's the
only hope we've got.

The kid took off someplace.
He ran away from the hospital.

Nobody saw him. We
don't know where he is.

Maybe he headed for home.
That's where we're going.

Okay, I'll take the road to Highway
6. Maybe he's got big ideas.

- Right on.
- Okay.

QUINCY: We've gotta
find him, he's not too strong.

I wonder what he's scared of.

There he is!

Chester!

(GROANING)

I'm sorry.

It's all right. It's all right.

Well, we've got him on
antibiotics and he's resting.

Considering everything he's been
through, he's in pretty good shape.

Yeah.

I'll go see if anyone has
been able to reach Roberta.

Okay.

You okay?

- Sure, sure.
- Okay.

Well, Chester,
since I've been here,

we haven't had much of
a chance to talk, have we?

So, I'm gonna talk to you now

because I know there's
always a part of you that's awake

and can hear what I'm saying.

Now, on the subject of letters,

both of us get busy in our own
way, and they're few and far between.

So I think we should write to
each other at least once a week,

because I wanna keep
in a lot closer touch.

I want you to feel that whenever
you need me, I'll be there.

See, Chester,

I never had a child of my own.

The time in my life when
there was a chance, I missed it.

I missed it for all
the wrong reasons.

Then it was gone.

Because the person I loved most
in all this world, was gone, too,

just like that.

I guess I'm
rambling on like this

because I want us
to be a lot closer,

and when you grow up, if you
want to go to college like Dr. Paul,

it would be my joy
to help you do it.

To watch you grow up to be the
great person that I know you can be.

So you just rest
and you get better,

and that's all you
have to worry about.

Considering everything
he's in pretty good shape.

We found him trying to
hitchhike his way to San Diego.

Out on the highway?

Yeah. When he saw us,
he took off like a jackrabbit.

His fever's up and he's a
little weak, but he'll be fine.

Can I see him?

Not until he wakes up.
He really needs his rest.

He just decided to run
away? For no reason at all?

- In my opinion,
he was scared to death.
- Of what?

I think he knows where
the dead animals are.

Why didn't he tell us?

That I don't know the answer
to. I wish I did, but I don't.

I gotta make a call,
I'll be right back.

The Shaman wants to see you.

You mean, he's worse?

I mean, this time he
sent a personal invitation.

He wants to see you and
the doctor from Los Angeles.

Dwight? What are
you doing out here?

I need to get out in the air.

You should be inside. In bed.

I think better out here.

I brought you some medicine.

Put that thing away.

You know I don't want
any of his medicine.

Then why did you
ask us to come here?

Because there is
somebody sick around here.

And he works in that
resort over in town.

He'd come to me for help.

It was something I thought
you two should know about.

How do you know he's sick?

Forehead's hot, coughing
like a steam engine,

he's got sore
spots on his groin.

Book here says renicular
fever or Bubonic plague.

You gotta figure out which.

Who is it Dwight?

What's the matter, Floyd?

When I took out your
appendix last winter,

didn't I do a good enough job?

When I set your mother's arm
after she broke it in three places,

didn't it turn out all right?

Then how the hell can
you get as sick as you are

without calling me for help?

All I got is a little flu.

Put that thing back in your
mouth and don't lie to me.

You're sick enough to be in the
hospital and you know it as well as I do.

And now that we're on a level
of mutual honesty and respect,

tell me about your
groin. It's sore, isn't it?

This is my friend,

Dr. Quincy, from the
fine city of Los Angeles.

I'm embarrassed

because he's gonna go back there
thinking my patients don't trust me.

Yes.

Okay.

It's sore.

Right here, where my pants rub.

It's 102, Floyd. Does
that sound like the flu?

Especially when you know the
Billings kid died of the bubonic plague?

Listen, Doc,

this is the first
decent job I've had

since the stamping
plant shut down.

They can't spare you for the grand
opening? What's wrong with those people?

They fire people for being sick?

I just can't take that chance.

I know, Floyd.

I know.

I want you to bundle
him up really good, Alice.

We're gonna take him to the hospital and
I want you to have some medication, too.

I don't believe it.

It's like a nightmare. It's like
everything you told Dr. Lang about.

Well maybe somebody
in that town will believe us.

Maybe. But we're talking
money and greed here.

So I wouldn't exactly
hold my breath.

Will you please be
quiet? Quiet, please.

One question, gentlemen.

Have these illnesses that
you've been talking about

been confirmed by anybody
besides the two of you?

They've been confirmed by the
West Falls Laboratories in San Diego.

I have the microbiology reports in
case anybody would like to read them.

They've been reviewed by Dr. Lang
of our County Health Department.

I wanna make it absolutely clear

that what we're talking about
is not limited to the reservation.

All of us could be
directly affected.

Excuse me.

I would like to save everybody
here a lot of very valuable time.

What he's getting at,
what he wants you to do

is postpone the opening
of Paradise Palms.

No.

The disease is way
out there somewhere,

yet he is asking you to
risk total financial ruin.

Harry, can we hear
from you on that?

Postponing the opening

is something that
seems a little radical

given the circumstances
that we now know.

A little radical? We have
five cases of bubonic plague.

This poses a very
serious problem.

What he's going to give
you now is total conjecture.

Why don't you let him finish?

Because I'm not gonna let this
town be ruined by a total outsider!

Now let's calm down, please.

Doctor, go ahead.

Ladies and gentlemen,
please listen to me.

I am not dealing with vague
theories, or what he calls conjecture.

We've already had one fatality.

There could be a lot more.

This disease, bubonic
plague, is not contagious.

But it can reach an advanced form
which is known as pneumonic plague.

When that happens,

one human being can pass it
directly to another human being.

In the Middle Ages,
they called it Black Death.

It wiped out half the
population of Europe.

Don't we have
remedies for it now?

Yes, of course, we do.

But, a person can
contact this disease,

not know it and carry it
wherever he or she goes.

Isn't that right, Doctor?

Yes, but also very rare.

Well, you could say the same thing
about Three Mile Island, couldn't you?

Or a volcano that blows
millions of tons of rock in the air?

Or a tornado that comes two
minutes after a clear blue sky?

Listen to me, think about this.

One waitress, one chamber
maid, can carry pneumonic plague

to any number of
guests at his resort.

And then fly to all
parts of this country

and never know they had it.

Nobody on the work
force is even sick.

Wrong, Doctor.

Floyd Beck came
down with it last night.

He's bubonic and
he works at the resort.

What about that, Harry?

Well, the point is,
that it's found out.

And I'm sure they're
doing something about it.

Are you willing to risk
letting even one get through?

What are the odds, Doctor?

A hundred to one?
A thousand to one?

More than that?

Would you care to
give us a rough guess.

You know I can't do that.

Well, there isn't gonna
be any damn guessing

about what'll happen to this town if
you frighten them into a postponement.

And I haven't even
mentioned the Indians,

for whom you seem to have
so much philanthropic concern.

Why don't you ask your
colleague to comment

on what'll happen when
we lay all of them off.

If he doesn't care to comment,
I have someone here who will.

John Taylor, my bell captain.

I'm sure he's well
qualified to speak.

I guess you all know
pretty much how it is.

Because of the economy,
the auto business,

well, since the stamping
plant shut down,

a lot of my people
have been out of work.

We looked upon the
resort as a sort of godsend.

Now, if you shut that down, I
don't know what we're gonna do.

John, all we want to do is roll
back the opening a couple of days

so we can find the
source of the plague.

But the people are already here!

And two hundred more are coming
in from all parts of the United States.

We have entertainers here
costing thousands of dollars an hour!

We've planned a golf tournament
with major network coverage!

Now, what are we supposed to do?

Tell these people to go home

because a couple of Indians
are ill on a reservation,

twelve miles from here?

We're talking about
your money, your future.

We have to concern
ourselves with facts,

not golf tournaments,
television.

I have listened to this man's
facts and I am not impressed.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I must go make arrangements
for tomorrow's opening.

That is, of course,
with your permission.

Thank you for speaking
to us, gentlemen.

We appreciate your concern.

I hate to say this,

but if it happens,
they'll deserve it.

No.

If it happens, it's
because we failed.

Well, you're looking a lot better
than the last time I saw you.

I'm the one that should be
in that bed instead of you,

the way you've been
running me ragged.

Chester,

look, something
serious is happening here

and I don't think
you understand it.

Dr. Paul is talking to
Tommy Mahoney right now.

Now why do you
guys get so scared

when we ask you where
you've been playing?

I told Mom every place we went.

Are you sure? Are
you absolutely sure?

I think so.

Unless I forgot something.

Son, it's a matter
of life and death.

Why are you scared?
What are you trying to hide?

Quincy, I just got a
message from Ralph Toller.

The Shaman's dying.

Chester, we're out of time.

Get his clothes.

We'll dress him warmly
and get him down there.

You got it.

Take it easy now.
Get your legs over.

The Shaman's house! I
don't want to go in there!

- Easy!
- Chester,
what are you afraid of?

I just don't want
to go in there.

Please, it's very important. There's
nothing to be afraid of, honest.

Honest. Please.

It's not good.

He needs tetracycline,
bad. But he wants proof.

Here's his proof. He
knows how sick the boy was.

Tell him he's almost
completely healed.

He won't buy it. He knows
he treated the boy first.

Chester, the Shaman is dying.

And he won't let us treat him unless
we can show him the dead animals.

I think you know.

I don't want you to be
responsible for his life.

I don't want you to
have to live with that.

Please tell us. Please.

Shaman, it's true!

I saw the dead squirrels.

The sacred land,
the burial place.

Oh my God, it's right underneath
their noses, at the golf course.

We were only
picking up golf balls.

I promise, I'll never
go there again.

Honest.

Please let them help you.

We all love you, Shaman.

Please. Please don't die.

Spray it all down there.

Be careful. Watch it.

Be sure to dust every hole.

Do you know how
long we could've looked

and never even thought
about coming here?

Sacred land.

Sacred bones of our forefathers.

You talk about irony.

No wonder Chester was so
scared. It really is off-limits to kids.

It's actually part
of the reservation.

It was written into perpetuity
at the cost of a lot of bloodshed.

That's why they couldn't
make it part of the golf course.

It would've started another war.

And believe me, nobody,

nobody was supposed to
be here except the Shaman.

Unless you happen to be an
enterprising ten-year-old kid.

Hell, if I was ten,

and I thought I could've made
a buck collecting golf balls,

I would've been here too.

- Doctors...
- Mr. Curtis.

You don't look so well.

You haven't been bitten by
any fleas lately, have you?

I was wondering, Doctor,

if you could ask the men to move
their vehicles somewhere else?

Like out of sight?

Well, I've been telling everyone
you're spraying for mosquitoes.

But frankly, Doctor,

I don't know how much longer
I'll be able to get away with it.

Mr. Curtis, count
your blessings.

You already have.

More dollars for the city
fathers of our fair village.

It's not gonna be a
village much longer.

Look at them. They'll never
know how close they came.

Dr. Quincy!

I didn't expect you to be
up and around so soon.

Kind of like a miracle,
isn't it, Doctor?

Sure is. You look fantastic.

A little of my medicine,
maybe a little of yours.

Maybe it's not such
a bad combination.

I wish you well, my friend.

All of us here owe
you a great deal.

We're just a little bit
better off since you came.

I'm a little bit
better off myself.

Thank you very much for
coming down here to say goodbye.

So long, people.

Thank you.

Come on.

And don't forget our
pact. One letter a week.

Sure. And you too.

And no goofing off. I
expect you to hit those books.

I've got big plans for you.

I'm a lousy speller. You
should know that by now.

That's all right. So am I.

Dr. Quincy, I love you.

We sure missed you
at the lab, Quince.

I'm glad you did.

I picked up my check. Asten
docked me for every day that I was out.

Would you believe that?
Cash that for me, will you?

Sure.

- It's not big
enough for a tip.
- Will you just cash it?

- Hey,
Quince, how was your trip?
- Terrific. Just terrific.

- Good.
- Chester okay?

I asked him to write me every
week. I don't think he liked that.

You're always giving
people wrong advice.

What's the matter with him?

Remember that tooth you
said he had to have filled?

Yeah?

Well, it's a little more
serious than that.

Yeah, the dentist stood at
attention, played taps and pulled it out.

Very funny, Danny!

- Pulled it?
- Yeah, pulled It.

Well don't worry, I got
something that'll fix it right up.

Here, chew that.

What is it?

Just put it where it hurts
and chew it. Go ahead.

- Feel any better?
- Yeah.

But it tastes
terrible. What is it?

It was given to me by a wonderful
man. The Shaman of Chester's tribe.

I gotta admit, it works
like a miracle. What's in it?

Nothing but natural ingredients,

herbs, roots, powdered
rattlesnake tails.

I'm only kidding, Brill.

I'm telling you, put it back.

This man would never give
you anything that would hurt you.

He's a wonderful person.