one-year-old child.
No. My guess is that
Sam overexerted himself.
His wife said he was using the treadmill
just before he keeled over.
You may be right.
I want a full autopsy.
Tissue samples, blood toxicology,
the whole nine yards.
- Wait just one second.
- Shut up, Lloyd.
- You'll get Evelyn's permission, of course.
- Of course.
- You need a ride home?
- No, I'm all right, thanks.
You better take care of yourself now.
You're the town doctor.
Say "Aahh."
Okay, I think we're gonna
treat this inflammation with antibiotics.
Does this mean
I don't get any ice cream?
I'll buy you a double scoop
on the way home.
Who's next?
I'll take that. Thank you very much.
Step right this way.
Just have a seat. I'll be right with you.
Okay, hot shot. Are you sitting down?
According to preliminary data,
Sam Metcalf died as the result of
a minute amount of an as yet unidentified
toxic substance in his bloodstream.
My office isn't ruling out accidental
poisoning, deliberate poisoning
or even killer spiders.
At the moment,
it looks like a heart attack to me.
But I'll support whatever you'd like to do.
I gotta have those bodies exhumed.
I gotta be sure.
Okay.
Whatever you think is necessary.
Thanks.
Are you out of your mind?
Slowly and once more, Lloyd -
I want Margaret Hollins'
and Todd Miller's bodies exhumed.
Dug up.
You start pulling citizens out of the ground
that should be enjoying eternal rest
and that roomful of patients
will disappear...
I'll just get a court order.
Milt Briggs is on my side.
This is a very bad business,
Mr Yale-graduate-big-city doctor!
A very bad business!
No shit!
- Hi, Dad.
- Hi, honey.
What's going on?
I promised Shelley
she could spend the night with Bunny.
We'll take good care of her.
Wait.
There may be some spiders around here
that are very dangerous.
Okay? I just want you girls
to be aware of this.
If you should see one,
don't try to capture it or kill it.
Just run, you understand?
- Run!
- We'll do that, Dr Jennings.
You don't have to worry about anything.
Dr Death!
Are you all right?
No.
All clear.
The spider didn't answer.
She had fallen asleep.
It had been a very, very busy day.
Okay, your turn, Bunny.
The itsy bitsy spider
Crawled up the water spout
Down came the rain
and washed the spider out
Out came the sun
and dried up all the rain
And the itsy bitsy spider
crawled up the spout again
It's my turn now.
Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet
Eating her curds and whey
And along came a spider
That sat down beside her
And frightened Miss Muffet...
If you girls don't settle down
then Shelley can't stay over any more.
- We can't sleep.
- We keep scaring each other.
Why don't you two
go sleep in my room for a while?
Okay. Nah, we don't need this.
Son of a bitch.
Where are all the other crickets?
Where are all your buddies?
Atherton.
Yes, Dr Atherton.
I'm Ross Jennings.
I'm a general practitioner, and I...
I have a problem
that may be spider-related.
You seem to be the foremost authority
on the West Coast.
Or any coast, for that matter.
Dr Jennings, let me tell you that
every so often in a little town somewhere
there is a health scare,
some unexplained outbreak,
and spiders make convenient culprits.
Did you know that on every suburban acre
there are at least 50 to 60,000 spiders?
And that each spider eats
about 100 insects per year?
That means at least 5 million insects
are consumed per acre annually.
Think about it, doctor.
Perhaps man might find the planet
uninhabitable without spiders.
Dr Atherton,
I have nothing against spiders.
It's just we have had three deaths
in my town
and I'm afraid
there's going to be some more.
If you could lend me your expertise,
forjust an afternoon...
We're really not that far from you.
It's a town called Canaima.
You know it?
It's familiar.
Let me see what I can do.