like you said.
- With one patient?
Maybe I'll get lucky and all of her systems
will be ravaged by disease.
Kind of like having seven patients in one.
Fit as a fiddle.
Not a damn thing wrong with you.
Dr Jennings, I'm sorry.
What do you mean? Do you think I was
hoping you were ravaged by disease?
What about my high blood pressure?
You have above-normal systolic pressure,
which is less dangerous
than a diastolic elevation.
And yours is well below a level
that requires treatment.
Do I need these?
No.
See, there's a difference between
the two types of hypertension.
And in my opinion...
In my opinion, Dr Metcalf doesn't know
his ass from a hole in the ground.
But Canaima folks,
they're comfortable with him.
They weren't always, though.
When he first hit town just after the war,
everyone was terribly standoffish.
- How'd he overcome that?
- He threw a party, invited the whole town.
If Sam Metcalf were half as good
at medicine
as he is at public relations,
he could run for the next surgeon general.
That's it. Next month,
when the afternoons are cooler
we'll throw you a party.
Thanks.
So, your one patient,
is she a walking health hazard?
I couldn't even find a wart on her.
Great, so what do we do?
Enjoy the fact that since we
no longer live in San Francisco,
we no longer have to refer to this as pasta.
- Skinny spaghetti.
- Daddy's not done.
On the bright side,
Margaret, my tragically healthy patient,
has offered to throw us
a "Get to know Dr Jennings" party.
Daddy's not done.
One cup of punch
with the handsome new GP
and the good people of Canaima will see
the light and abandon old Doc Metcalf.
- It's a nice gesture.
- Yeah.
Can we go play with Bunny?
Yeah, I want you both in
before dark, though.
Bunny Beechwood.
She popped over this morning.
A neighbour. Seems nice.
What do you bet they're gonna
go chase fireflies or something?
- Wanna blow up a bullfrog?
- Okay!
I got some great shots in the barn today.
If the camera picks up the web
with half the detail my eyes do...
The web?
Yeah, our little spider
made himself a hell of a home.
I think even you would appreciate it.
Molly... how can I make this more clear?
- I have...
- A terrible fear of spiders.
I'm aware, I've seen what happens.
Which is why I think you should force
yourself to come and look at the web.
Look at the web?
Yes, and see it for the extraordinary
and beautiful thing it is.
Therapy, Ross.
We live in the country now.
It's time to work through
this irrational, paralysing terror.
- It's not irrational.
- I know.
The incident.
It's like it happened yesterday.
Nobody remembers anything
from when they were two.
It's my first memory.
I can envision the crib,
all around me, clear as day.
I can still feel the feeling of waking up.
Just drowsy, peaceful, secure,
then there it was.
- Probably just a daddy longlegs.
- It seemed huge.
It just came relentlessly,
crawling through the bars of the crib.
- As it touched my bare leg...
- I know, you were just wearing a diaper.
All my limbs involuntarily froze.
You were probably still half-asleep.
I was paralysed, Molly. I still get paralysed.
Try to understand how this makes me feel.
I was physically unable to stop it
from crawling along my naked skin.
I can still feel its hairy little legs just...
Then up to my face.
It's the feeling of utter helplessness.
Being explored by an alien thing,
that's all.
Can you blame me
for being a spider-phobe?
Arachnophobe.
Whatever.
You see it up there,
right beyond the ladder.
Impressive, huh?
Therapy, right?
Right.
Oh, God.
There, you see?
You still have full use of all your limbs.
Have you seen it up here?
I think you spared the eight-legged
Frank Lloyd Wright.
Are you okay? Honey, it's okay!
What the hell was that?
It's...
Come on.
Jesus!
Hold me!
Oh, my God!
@ From across the sea
How are you finding life here?
After a few initial shocks,
we're slowly