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Thank you.

Morning. Morning.

What do you suppose she's up to now?

Talking to an elephant.

She's what?

Talking to an elephant. You know, like any seven -year -old.

your head like that, Lydia?

Back and forth, back and forth.

It looks kind of silly.

Back and forth, back and forth, back and forth.

You know, whatever they're talking about, it looks interesting.

Mike to Amaru.

Come in, Marsh.

Yeah, Mike, read you loud and clear. What's up?

Marsh, I'm at the chief's hut in Dongo.

You know his boy.

Well, really, what seems to be wrong?

Nothing critical.

Diastolic a little low, half a degree of temperature.

Hmm. Do you think I should come over? I think it would be a good idea.

Okay, well, I can be there in about ten minutes.

Out.

Hello,

you old leopard, you.

Bet you must walk a thousand miles a day.

One, two, three, four, zoom.

One, two, three, four, zoom.

Dr. Torrey? Yes, ma 'am? Why does that leopard do like that?

Do like what?

One, two...

three, four, zoom.

Well, that's just a combination of restlessness and a need for exercise.

Yeah, I suppose there's not much else to do in a cage.

No, I'm afraid not.

Where are you going?

Oh, well, your friend, Chief Mutubu's son is sick.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Tell little Chief to get better because he's on our football team.

I'll be sure and tell him.

full of questions today, aren't you?

Well, maybe he has a tune in his head and he's keeping time.

Well, maybe.

Although I'm not too sure how many tunes elephants know.

Lots. They have elephant songs.

Oh, I see.

Well, that's good. Well, now, come on, hop off. I gotta get going.

Jambo, Chief.

Jambo, Dr. Hardy.

What's all that about?

That's Kopika, the chief's music man.

A well -known healer of the sick.

Oh, I see.

Can't you get him to stop that racket?

He has told me he must never stop completely or the magic will escape.

Dr. I.

Jump, little chief.

And Bentley, um, Jenny sends her regards.

Tell her thank you.

She is truly my friend.

She may come often to visit me as soon as I feel better.

Only I've never seen it in this part of Africa.

Malaria?

No.

Well, we can't tell too much until we take a blood sample.

I already have it.

Oh, good.

Um, I'll tell you what. You might give him a shot of B12. That can't hurt

anything.

Why, Harry, little chief.

Why, Harry, Dr.

Harry.

Uh, chief.

Uh, we don't know what's wrong with your son as soon as we make blood tests.

Uh, meanwhile, you must have absolute quiet.

You can reach me on this.

You know how to use it.

I can be here, oh, in 10 or 15 minutes, day or night.

My thanks to Dr. Harry.

Chief, I want to try my medicine on your son.

If my medicine is to work, that means there must be no music.

He does only what is taught him by his father and his friend.

Chief, I don't want to interfere with your customs, but your son needs quiet.

No music, no noise.

There must be noise.

Loud, magic noise.

Chief, if I am to be responsible for your son's health, you must do as I ask.

That means no music, no noise. Kopika must leave.

Pupiga and his father and his father's father have always known that certain

drumbeats can help human beings.

Chief, that's the old magic.

And let us hope your new magic will be even more powerful.

Square, Chief.

Quiet.

You and I think differently.

There can be much good in what you do.

I'm sorry I'd ask you to leave in front of your chief, but right now only one of

us can be doctor.

Doctor, we'll be sorry.

Doctor, we'll be very sorry.

You know better than that.

You don't want your buddy to get a cold, do you?

You see, it's a good thing I got here in time.

Don't blame yourself, Judy. I know you meant well.

Still worth the whole price of admission.

What are you smiling about?

Oh, I was just thinking about Jenny.

Jenny?

Dr. Tari, why do the elephants do like that with their heads?

Do like what?

Like they have a tune up there.

You know how the elephants sway back and forth at the compound?

Well, Jenny says that they are keeping time to elephant songs.

Elephant songs?

And those in the wild will not keep time to elephant songs?

Well, pray they don't.

What?

Do you think it's possible that elephants have a natural rhythm pattern

see only in captivity?

Well, you're always looking for experiments. Why don't you find out?

That old boy's got something in his head, all right.

It's not a song.

I'll have this blood count in a minute, Mark.

Good.

One, two, three, four, zoom.

One, two, three, four, zoom.

You're talking to yourself.

Oh, I always talk to myself when I'm thinking.

What about?

What about Jenny?

Again?

Well, you know Jenny under endless questions.

Mike, remember Vladimir?

Theories of heartbeat rhythm?

Mm -hmm.

I was just thinking about his theory that every mother instinctively holds

baby in her left arm so it can be near that soothing heartbeat.

Why soothing?

He believes that the rhythmic heartbeat of the mother is the first memory of

every animal.

And that, um...

He is still soothed and made to feel secure by any similar rhythm.

So? So, the swaying elephant, the pacing leopard, steady heartbeat.

You know, Mike, it just might be possible that there is a basic rhythm

in nature.

Marsh, take a look at this.

Are you sure the count is this low? Double -checked it.

Well, it's anemia.

In Africa, even a chief's son can get anemia.

Blood type AB negative, J factor.

J factor's the rarest type there is.

How soon will the boy need it?

Well, it's not critical yet, but it could be.

Now, we'd better notify Headley, have him make inquiries.

There must be some AB negative J factor somewhere in Africa.

Speaking of rhythm.

Hmm.

Wonder what he's up to.

Oh, they're probably having an African twist session tonight and he's

practicing.

Well, I guess he has as much right on the reserve as we have.

you too.

What is it, Paula?

Oh, nothing, honey. Just somebody playing a drum.

That rhythm, it's well known in Africa.

Yes.

It continues, supposedly, until somebody dies.

Sure it does.

Sure. Thank you.

I'm not quite ready to play yet.

But soon I shall be.

I'll be sure and tell her.

Tell her to bring her football, too.

Boy, can she kick a football.

She's a tiger.

I want to be a tiger, too.

See you tomorrow, tiger.

He is no better.

Chief, your son needs a special type of blood.

And I'm afraid he won't be any better until we find the right blood. The right

blood? Yes, it's very rare. But we're looking all over Africa for some.

If Dr. Hardy does not find it soon, I must call back my music band.

Chief, I understand you are feeling... He would be the only hope.

Well... Right now, your music man is sitting on a hill above my compound

drumming out the Kua. The Kua?

Are any of your people sick yet?

No, we've never felt better in our lives.

Dr. Tari chooses to joke.

But he knows well the power of magic.

In some cases.

But Dr. Tari also knows that the Kua cannot harm him or his people.

I would feel safer if you would let me order my music man away.

No, no, thank you, my friend.

No, the reserve doesn't belong to me. And besides, people will think Dr. Harry

is afraid of the coup.

Sooner or later, he'll get tired.

Go ahead, Chief.

And let me know if there's any change.

Go ahead, Dr.

Harry.

And may you find the right kind of blood.

Good morning, sleepy.

Here comes Dr. Tari.

Oh, I'm glad he's back.

What are you making?

Oh, this is an experiment.

Can I help?

Well, not this time, small fry. You see, this is an elephant -sized experiment.

So Bart's going to help me when he gets back from safari.

Oh.

Morning. Morning.

Mike, any word on the A, B, negative J factor?

Not to be ahead of Niaza Blanca or Nairobi or Addis Ababa.

Any change in the boy?

No.

Well, I told Hedley to keep trying.

Good.

Chilly man is still at it, huh?

Yeah. That could go on for days.

You know something?

The chief is surprised that none of us are sick yet.

You know, drumming that rhythm is against the law.

It's a law the chiefs themselves made up.

Now, we could have him arrested.

Oh, no, no, Mike.

I'm supposed to be a scientist, and if he were arrested, why, word would spread

all over Romero that Dr. Harry is afraid of magic.

Hi. Hi.

Is Toto very sick, Paolo?

Toto? Was Toto sick? I didn't know that.

Oh, Toto has a cold.

It came on last night.

You've been so busy with the boy and all. I put Toto in the clinic until you

could take a look at her.

Well, I better do that right now.

You know, Mike, this sure looks very impressive.

Let's hope you still think so after Bart and I test it.

So, you've got a cold, huh, Toto?

After all this time, I thought you didn't believe in magic.

So what's this going to prove, Mike?

Well, I'm not sure, Bart.

But I want to amplify her heartbeat so I can compare her rhythm patterns.

Her what?

I'll explain later.

Yeah, the rhythm is the same, the heartbeat and the sway. So, uh, what

mean? Well, this elephant is tethered, which is an artificial situation, and

she's bored.

So to mask out that boredom, she slips back into an ancient heartbeat rhythm.

It's her first memory of security.

You mean, uh, if I distract her, uh, she won't be bored anymore.

So she won't sway, right?

That's right.

You're right, Mike. She stopped swaying.

Hey, Bart, listen.

The drumming.

The Kahua had stopped.

He finally fell asleep.

There's no doubt about it, young lady. You are sick.

Hmm.

Well, at least we know it had nothing to do with the Kaua, don't we, huh?

That'll be enough of that, Kupiga.

You know that Kaua is against the law.

Doctore has sent you.

He is afraid.

No music, man.

Doctor, he is not afraid.

I am.

It is too late.

Already, one of his prized animals is sick.

The leopard's heartbeat is 90.

He crosses the cage five times every 18 seconds.

So what?

So, his heartbeat and his pacing are in rhythm.

You know, Mike, this experiment of yours has brought out some interesting facts.

You know, you scientists kill me.

So you got an interesting fact.

Now tell me, what good is an interesting fact?

Well, maybe no good at all, but then again, you never know. As they say, one

fairy leaves to another, then another, so who knows?

Yeah, yeah.

Hey, uh, we've got company.

Don't tell me.

You two stay here. I have a feeling this is something I'd better handle alone.

Uh -oh, trouble.

Oh,

no, Hedley, you didn't.

This man's been sitting up here putting a curse on somebody.

Yes, I know. We heard him.

We can't have that sort of thing.

I have to make an example.

Oh, come on now, Hedley. You don't believe that voodoo nonsense, do you?

know I don't, Marsh.

But others do.

Ridley, don't you realize you're making the Ka 'u important?

He was perfectly harmless sitting up there.

One of your animals is already sick.

And she is growing worse.

There is no sick animal here, Koopiga. Oh, yes, there is.

Toto, she has a sore throat.

Jenny. But it's not the music man's fault.

Judy gave her bath yesterday.

And she's sneezing all over the place.

That's why she's sick.

Oh, I did.

Nedley, I'll tell you what I'd like. I'd like you to release Cupiga into my

custody. I think I can use him.

You can use a music man?

Mm -hmm.

You know, um... Now one theory leads into another.

Capiga, I would like to say before your chief, who in turn will tell your

people, that Doctore apologizes and would like to ask a favor.

If the chief will allow it.

I would like you to be Doctore's music man for a while.

Look here, Marsh.

Edley, please.

Yes, you may.

Thank you.

Kapika, will you bring your drum, and together we might learn a new use for

You may even have power over the elephant.

and he brings the whole Philharmonic.

Viggo, just a minute. Hold up, hold up.

Viggo, you're very good. Very, very good indeed. But this is not quite what I

had in mind.

It's not?

No. Oh, wait, wait, Missouri Sun.

But you remember I wanted something soft, slow. Kidogo, poli poli.

Maybe just one drum, your favorite drum.

What was that?

The Bonnie Bonnie Banks of Loch Lomond.

Paula, how's Toto?

Much better.

Listen, Hedley called and he was able to locate that rare blood type in

Johannesburg. He said it'll be on the midnight flight to Nagoro so you can

it up there in the morning.

Boy, that's early.

Any word from the chief?

No, so I guess the sun isn't any worse.

That is the dance of the elephant's heart.

Can you play that dance on your drum?

This drum is not big enough for the elephant's heart.

Very good, Viggo.

Now, I'd like you to play the same dance, but differently.

Not any faster, not any slower.

You know, I think she feels contentment because the drum is in rhythm with her

own heartbeat.

Certainly seems to have a soothing effect.

I did that.

Try stopping.

Harry spoke the truth.

I have power over the elephant.

Yes, and it's just possible you may have power over the leopard. Power over the

leopard?

Papa!

What is it, my son?

I'm hurt.

Where?

It is better.

It is going away.

I am ashamed.

Of what?

I am a chief, son. I do not cry.

It has come back, the evil pain?

Yes, Papa, it has come back.

I will send for the music man.

No, Papa, not the music man.

Bendisitis.

You must cut the evil pain out of him, Doctor.

Marsh, with the boy's blood count the way it is, wouldn't it be suicide to

operate?

Yes.

You have to have the A -B negative.

Meanwhile, if the appendix burst... Perinitis.

Thank you.

The music has put Jenny and Toto to sleep.

Hello, Ameru. Headley here. Come in, please.

Yes, Headley, this is Paula. Come in.

I checked that flight from Joburg. On schedule.

Arrives Nagoro at midnight.

Well, then we won't get that plasma until sometime tomorrow noon.

Afraid so.

All we can do is wait.

Still no change in temperature, Marsh. 103 .2.

I have that blood.

What?

Oh, Mike, he's in an awful lot of pain.

How about more codeine? Oh, not with anemia. That's a trouble.

A local application of ice might help.

Yes, Mike. This is Paula.

Over. Where's Bart?

He's out in the bush. He's on another camera safari.

All right. Now, two things, Paula. We want you to send us all the ice you've

got.

Ice? That's right. You'll find a good supply in the clinic refrigerator.

All right. I'll bring it myself.

No, have one of Hedley Siscari's bring it. You stand by there.

What about the Johannesburg flight?

It's still on schedule.

That feels good, Dr. Harry.

Paula. Call Hedley again. Have him charter a plane in Nagoro and fly that

shipment to us. A minute. It's light enough to see. Will do.

I just hope there's a plane available.

Mike, is the boy going to make it?

Cross your fingers, Paula.

Miss Tracy?

Yes? Let me take the ice.

You can't drive.

But I can run.

Very fast.

Truly.

Oh, if we could just get him to rest, conserve his energy.

Chief! Chief!

Chief!

Chief!

The Ice Chief.

Oh.

Thank you.

You notice something?

His head is keeping time with the rhythm.

Nothing else.

Please, Doctor, cut the pain out of him.

Gee, without that blood, there'd be one chance in a thousand.

The ice must have relieved the pain.

Or could it be the rhythm?

That's the last of the ice.

Better take his temperature again.

When I was a boy, they told me some pretty weird tales of cures by witch

doctors.

Well, the rhythm seems to be soothing him.

The sun's been up for 20 minutes, Marsh.

Maybe there was no plane for charter.

His temperature's up.

Chief, I must take a chance and cut out the pain from your son.

Do I have your permission?

Yes, Dr. Toddy.

Mike.

Paraspinal anesthetic. I want him conscious.

And, Pegan, we're going to need your music now more than ever.

Judy, do you hear something?

I just hope we're in time, Jenny.

Come on, G. Let's go get it.

Well, you know, I think we did it.

He's all right.

Papiga, we couldn't have done it without you.

Your rhythm pattern soothed the boy and made him sleep.

You delayed the crisis.

Thank you.

Doc Toddy taught me.

No.

Let's just say we learned from each other.

There you go, Toto.

That's the way you wear it.

Now remember, no giggling.

Oh, I tell you what. Why don't you take it right on in to him? He's awake.

Come on, Judy.

Toto.

We brought you there.

Shh.

Judy. Toto.

Oh, thank you. From now on, I'm really going to be a tiger.