the country now, okay?
Come on, let's go find that spider.
And let's find your mom
to take care of that spider.
Honey, we're in the living room.
We need you to kill a spider.
All right. Where is it?
Over there, on the box.
Killing a spider, cool!
It's bad luck to kill a spider in a new house.
You just made that up, didn't you, dear?
Okay. Everything's okay.
Poor thing.
It's more scared of us than we are of it.
Let's give it a home in the barn.
Good idea, Shell.
Mom, how come you're not
afraid of bugs like Dad is?
I'm not afraid of all bugs. Just...
- Be careful of rusty nails.
- Chill out.
How about right here?
You sure you won't miss
being in the thick of things?
With all those stars and those crickets
singing, we are in the thick of things.
I mean work. Strokes from the boss.
Christmas bonuses, office politics,
caffeine, adrenaline,
steady income...
We'll be fine.
Between my severance and all your
potential patients, we'll be fine.
When are you meeting with Dr Metcalf?
Thursday morning.
The old coot passes me the torch
at 10.00 sharp.
Wait.
We can unpack in the morning.
I have some Napoleon brandy
in the basement.
Sorry, cellar.
Ross, I'm exhausted.
It's bad luck not to make love
the first night in a new house.
You just made that up, didn't you, dear?
I have terrific news.
At least, I think, for my patients it's terrific.
Though my wife is less than thrilled.
What's that, Dr Metcalf?
I've decided to postpone retirement.
I don't know for how long, but...
But?
But when I thought really hard about it,
I realised,
there's only one thing left
to do when you retire,
and I've seen too many friends
do that very thing
just six months, a year
after they gave up their professions.
But you...
When we spoke just four months ago,
you assured me that...
I'm not ready to retire, doctor.
And if my wife can't rush me into it,
you sure as hell can't either.
Excuse me.
You gotta feed the meter, partner.
Yeah, well, I was just leaving.
A little late, though.
I do have medical plates.
Oh, right. You're that new doctor.
- Ross Jennings.
- Sheriff Lloyd Parsons.
You're a Yale grad, I heard.
That's right.
Well, it's just a school, isn't it?
That's enough, Lloyd Parsons.
A young doctor comes to Canaima
and you write him a parking ticket?
- What are you doing, Ms Hollins?
- What the whole town ought to do.
Your ticker tape parade.
- Thank you.
- That's littering.
Lloyd's been a bully since the 5th grade.
I ought to know, I held him back.
Walk me to my automobile.
Thank you for the swift intervention.
- How did you know who I was?
- We're neighbours.
I gave you a standing ovation
when you arrived.
Between you and me, Sam Metcalf
only recently gave up leeches.
He also recently gave up retirement.
We moved from San Francisco
with the understanding
that I would inherit all of his patients,
but now I have none.
No, Dr Jennings, you have one.
Honey, look at this light.
On the best day in the city,
we didn't get light like this.
Maybe they'll give me a show in town.
Don't they do that in little towns?
In the town hall?
"Molly Jennings, a retrospective."
Of course, I'll need to
take some pictures first.
There's good news and there's bad news.
Should we go in reverse-alphabetical
order and start with the good?
I'm seeing my first patient this afternoon.
She's a great old dame,
she lives just up the road.
Terrific. What's the bad news?
She's my only patient.
Today?
Metcalf changed his mind.
- What?
- Yeah.
He panicked, is what it is.
He decided that if he retires
he will lose his zest for life
and die within 48 hours or something.
But he told you.
We looked in 14 towns,
we bought a house,
you rented an office.
What are we going to do?
Kill him?
I have my fax machine.
I can work part-time from here.
A phone and a fax, that's all I need.
I'll call my old clients.
- Even with half my commissions...
- We're gonna be fine.
- Just