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Why do you want him? Why do you think?

The boy needs help.

Maybe so, mister, but he won't get it here.

I said, where's the doctor?

Over there.

Hey, wait a minute.

You get him out of here.

Doc Langley won't go anywhere near him.

Why, there isn't a doctor within a hundred miles that would touch that kid

a ten -foot pole.

How did it happen, Ted?

Well, he just all of a sudden fell down, Mr. Summers.

Well, he grabbed his side like and fell down.

This man who took him, you say his name's Randall?

Yes, sir.

I told him not to bring Carrie to no doctor. I told him.

He didn't even listen.

He just told me to come get you and then he took off for town.

All right, boy.

Go on home now.

Well, you gonna go after him, Mr. Summers?

So long, Ted.

You'd better get on home.

Go tell Mag we'll be bringing Carrie.

Tell her to get ready.

I hurt real bad when I do this. I had to do that, Carrie. I'm sorry.

Am I going to die, doctor?

Of course not.

Now, you just try to relax.

You do that for me?

Are you a relative?

I'm not sure. My name's Randall. I found a boy out in the woods there.

I don't know nothing about sickness, but I knew he needed help.

What's your interest in this, Mr. Randall?

I've got none other than I know he needed some doctoring.

You shouldn't have brought him here.

Not to me, anyway.

What's going on around here, anyway?

I found that boy out in the woods. He had a playmate with him. I told him I

going to take this boy into town to a doctor.

He looked at me like I was going to go out and shoot him.

This boy needs an operation right away.

Yeah.

You better get at it, then.

I can't operate without permission.

I asked if you were a relative.

Seeing that much danger?

I'm afraid he is.

Well, I sent his playmate over to tell his folks I took the kid into town.

I imagine he'll be here any time now.

Can you wait?

You go ahead and operate.

I'm a relative. You got my permission. Go ahead, man.

I'm afraid you don't understand the situation, Mr. Randall.

Hello, Tom.

Have you touched him?

No.

Don't you worry, son.

They ain't gonna lay a hand on you.

Mag will fix you up good as new.

I'll settle with you later, mister.

Just a second, Tom.

You've got nothing to say to me, butcher. Tom, I know how you feel about

doctors. Maybe you've got a reason.

But I have to tell you this.

If you take Cary away from me now, he won't have a chance.

Have you any idea what's wrong with your boy?

Oh, bellyache, fever.

Most likely all them crab apples he ate last night.

No, it isn't the crab apples.

Your boy has acute appendicitis.

I see words.

Don't mean nothing.

You know what an appendix is, don't you, Tom?

It's an organ.

Sometimes it gets infected.

If you don't take it out, it can kill you.

That's what you say.

No, it isn't what I say.

Almost all doctors know about the appendix now.

Tom, please let me take it out.

Carrie will be all right.

Sure.

That's what they said about my old man.

So I let him cut him.

Well, you know what happened.

That was different, Tom.

Your father had a serious disease.

Besides, that was a long time ago.

We've learned a great deal since then.

All I know is he was alive when they put him on that table, and he was dead when

they took him off.

Whatever it is that's wrong with Carrie... Easy, son.

The mag will fix it.

Tom, if you love that boy, you let me operate.

I ain't one.

Carrie's my only child.

He means more to me than anything on this earth.

And that's why I'm not going to even let you touch him.

Excuse me, mister.

Now, I know this is none of my business, but... That's right.

It isn't.

And if anything goes wrong with Carrie, it'll be because you didn't bring him to

me in the first place.

Well, nothing better go wrong, mister, because if it does, I'll kill you, so

help me God.

What's he got against you, anyhow?

Oh, it's not me, personally.

Tom's father had a disease that nobody knew much about, except that it was

killing him.

The doctor thought that an operation might help.

Would have, too, but Jake was too weak to stand it, and he died.

Well, uh, who's this woman I'm talking about, this, uh... Maggie, you said?

Oh, Maggie Blake.

They call her the healing woman.

Sort of a female medicine man, you might say.

Oh, I suppose she's a competent enough midwife. Got sense enough to put kids to

bed when they're running a fever.

The Indian charms and amulets are mostly for effect, I guess. Make people think

they're getting their money's worth.

Tom isn't her only patient, you know.

Before Boulder Creek had a doctor, everybody went to her.

Some folks still do.

Tell me something.

If she had to, could she operate on a boy?

Mr. Randall, she couldn't take a bullet out of a cake of soap.

In his present condition, Carrie can't possibly live more than a couple of

In other words, you're telling me there's nothing you can do.

Not now.

Yes, what is it?

You Miss Summers?

Yes. Well, my name's Randall.

You shouldn't have come here, Mr. Randall. My husband's upset with what

Well, I'd like to have a little talk. You got the time?

Tom isn't here. He's out getting medicine for the boy.

Yeah, I know. I passed him up in the woods. He was trying to get some frog.

That the kind of medicine you mean?

You got no call to talk that way.

Tom's doing what he thinks is best for the boy.

I didn't say he was. I didn't say he was trying to catch some frogs.

Look, ma 'am, I've been sitting out there waiting for your husband to leave

because I want to talk to you.

Why?

I hate to see a nice boy like that die because his parents are too stubborn to

try and help him.

Now, you think that old witch is going to cure a stomach full of poison with a

couple of dead frogs?

Now, you listen to me, Miss Summers. That boy's got acute appendicitis.

and all that nonsense?

All right, I'll ride out of here right now.

Otherwise, you haven't got much time.

Give the doctor your permission to operate.

That's the only thing that's going to help him is just an operation.

You're a liar!

If I ever see you again, I'll kill you.

You're killing your son, mister.

Isn't that enough?

You

ever

do that again and I'll tear your head off.

Does Carrie have appendicitis?

No.

Dr. Langland said that... Dr. Langland don't know what he's talking about.

All them fancy words.

Appendicitis. Mag says there ain't no such thing. Now, what do you think about

that?

What does she say it is?

Well, she... She thinks it might be a curse.

Where are you going?

To see my boy.

Mag says the spell won't work if anybody's there.

Now, don't you look at me that way, you hear?

He's my boy, too.

Tom.

He needs us.

Well, don't you think I want to see him?

How do you think I feel waiting?

Wondering if my only son's going to die.

It's the hardest thing I ever had to do. But you don't have to do it.

Yes, I do.

And I will if it'll help Carrie.

And so will you, Amanda.

How do you know it'll do any good?

I don't.

I only know the healing woman's health as before.

Oh, not in anything like this.

Tom, this isn't just a plain bellyache.

The doctor said... Don't you ever mention that word again.

Only time I ever went to a doctor, I lost somebody I loved.

We stay here.

When there's news, Mac will bring it.

One's my limit.

When you're the only doctor in the town, you've got to stay sober.

It's a pity, too, because I'd like very much to get drunk tonight.

Is he still alive?

The boy?

If he is, he's going through hell.

Yeah.

Doc?

Got an idea?

You'd better forget it. Why?

Tom would kill both of us.

I'm not going to stand here and drink myself to death over it.

He'll calm down after the operation. He knows the boy's all right.

What makes you so sure?

He'd be grateful, wouldn't he?

What if the operation were to fail?

You scared?

Killing a boy?

Yes, I'm scared.

And that's not all.

It's against the law.

Legally and morally, no doctor can force anyone into an operation.

And if it's a question of a boy dying?

Even if it's a question of a boy dying.

Oh.

I recommend that a glass of whiskey be taken internally every ten minutes.

Good night. Good night, Doc.

Miss Summers, this is a surprise.

Mr. Randall told me that my boy has appendicitis.

Is that the truth?

Yes. How serious is it?

As serious as it can get.

And an operation would save him?

Would have yesterday. Now it may be too late.

You're not sure of that?

No, I'm not.

That's true.

But I can't guarantee anything.

You have my permission to operate.

He doesn't know I'm here.

That's what I thought.

Amanda, you sure you want to go through with this?

Dr. Langland, I love my husband.

He's good and he's kind.

And Kerry means the world to him.

But I think he's wrong now.

And even if it means he never forgives me, even if it turns out that...

It's something I have to do.

Well, let's get on.

You want to come with us? Yes.

Who is it? Open up.

Go away.

Spells must not be broken.

Knock it.

Get out of here.

What are you doing?

Don't touch that boy.

Won't you be quiet, ma 'am?

Who are you to tell me to be quiet?

What do you mean, breaking in and interrupting me like this?

They have my permission.

What? Keep that woman quiet.

Well, I won't have it.

Mr. Summers turned the boy over to me. He's mine.

You hear? He's mine.

Listen, ma 'am, you don't be quiet. I'm going to put you on out of here.

You understand that? Your husband know about this.

None of your business.

Well, I'm leaving here.

I don't like the smell of butchers.

Miss Summers?

How is he, Doc?

Well, Miss Summers, there's no use lying to you.

Carrie's in very serious condition, that ride over here.

I don't know how much good we can do with this.

Is there a chance?

Maybe.

Do what you can.

I need help.

You got it.

What can I do?

You? Yes.

This isn't going to be very pleasant. What do you want me to do?

I'll need plenty of boiling water.

Harry, take it easy, Somerset. Tom, what are you going to do?

What do you think I'm going to do? Listen to me. I gave them permission.

There, you wouldn't believe me.

You...

Spike, let him take your hands off my boy.

Tom, in heaven's name, I can't stop now.

You can and you will.

without me telling you to, mister, and I'll empty this thing into your legs.

understand me?

Just stay right here until the doctor's through.

that everything's all right, I can't.

By moving him here, you robbed him of a lot of strength. He needed immediate

care.

But I think he's going to make it.

If your wife hadn't given us permission when she did,

Carrie would be dead right now.

Well, you might thank him.

You're the one that saved your boy, mister.

You were scared.

Of what?

Doctors are men, they're not magicians.

They make mistakes.

But they're learning.

Hey, see.

Wouldn't happen to have a nice little charm for black eye, would you?

Thanks anyway.