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(whirring)

(dreamy orchestral music)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(roaring)

[Bob] Patient is a female Caucasian,

28 years of age,

no previous record of tumorous growth,

either benign or malignant.

(roaring)

[Jack] Rate of maturation?

[Bob] 7.3 millimeters per hour.

[Jack] Per hour?

(roaring)

[Bob] Mm-hmm.

Calcinous growth, ligamental development,

tissue genesis, seminal palpation.

What's your diagnosis?

I can give you three dozen reasons why

it's impossible, why it can't happen.

I'm supposed to be the expert,

and I can do better than that.

Where's your patient?

(phone ringing)

Karen, this is Dr. Hughes.

I've asked him to help us.

It's nice to meet you.

Would you lean forward a bit, please?

Let me take a look at that.

Yeah.

How long have you had this?

About, uh three days.

[Jack] You sure?

Mm-hmm.

Uh, today is Friday, isn't it?

And I first felt it when I woke

up on Tuesday morning.

Any pain?

No, no pain, but,

no, no pain.

[Jack] What were you going to say?

Well, it, it kind of moves sometimes.

It It almost shifts,

as if, uh,

well, it's as if someone were trying to

turn over and get comfortable in bed.

[Jack] How often does that happen?

Maybe four or five times a day.

Is it something important?

I don't think it's anything serious,

Miss Tandy,

but we want to be sure,
of course, you understand.

Dr. McEvoy, could I see
you for a minute, please?

Sure.

Karen, you're gonna have
to excuse his abruptness

Now, he's a specialist.

(laughing)

I'll be right back.

Carol, would you see how soon

Dr. Snaith could have space
available for surgery?

Yes, tumor.

Malignant.

No, that's it.

Thank you.

"Malignant"?

How do you know?

I don't, but until I do,

(sighing)

I wish I knew what the hell

we were dealing with here.

You know, I've been through

every tumor book I can find...

Bob, I wrote the books, and I

don't know what the hell it is.

Well, until we do, I'd just assume

this thing stayed with us, Jack.

(phone ringing)

Why?

"Why"?

You remember old Doc Michaels?

You remember the rule he laid

down to us when we were interning?

"Be a thief, be a lawyer,

"even if you must, be a doctor,

"but whatever you do,

[Both] "Don't be an administrator."

Right, well, I'm worried. I'm worried
if this thing gets out

before we can explain it,

the press and the television people...

(suspenseful orchestral music)

It's really crazy.

(exhaling)

[Jack] Yeah, it's crazy.

But you've got to admit it looks a

hell of a lot like what's in those X-Rays.

It just isn't possible.

[Jack] That's right.

It isn't possible.

(bell ringing)

(bell ringing)

(light orchestral music)

[Harry] The cards, my dear,

are harbingers of the future.

They can tell you what you want to know

the good and the bad.

Monday, I see an accident.

Nothing serious.

Just an accident.

Some heavy object will
probably fall upon your foot.

Pain, it's the other foot, anguish.

Tuesday.

[Mr. Winconis] That's my bridge day.

[Harry] Someone will cheat you.

[Mrs. Winconis] No!

[Harry] Wednesday
seems rather intriguing.

I, uh, I see or hear a

rather peculiar phone call,

probably obscene.

[Mrs. Winconis] Oh, heavens.

Mmm.

That's rather interesting.

Thursday, gas, indigestion.

Probably something that
you're going to eat.

Oh, no!

Well, all in all, not a good week,

but you must remember, Mrs. Winconis,

that in trial, there is patience,

in tears, resolution,

in heartache, wisdom,

and in joy,

charity.

Oh, yeah

Oh.

Mr. Erskine, I want you to know

you're worth every penny.

Oh, you're too kind, too kind.

Mrs. Winconis.

Ah, shall we take a moment?

(thudding)

[Mrs. Winconis] Oh!

When you're good to
the spirits, you know,

the spirits are always good to you.

There!

Reality.

(laughing)

Your coat, my dear.

[Mrs. Winconis] Oh!

There you are.

Thank you, Mr. Erskine.

My pleasure.

I just don't know how to tell you

how much I appreciate you.

[Harry] Oh, you're too kind.

[Mrs. Winconis] You do so much for me.

[Harry] I'm so pleased.

I will see you next week, won't I?

Yes, next week, same time, same place.

[Mrs. Winconis] All right.

[Harry] Goodbye.

Oh!

Didn't we forget something?

Well, no, here's your purse and wrap

My mystic motto!

Your mystic motto?

Oh, of course, the mystic motto, yes.

The mystic motto shall be,

guard well the pips,

and the fruit shall grow without let.

Oh, that's beautiful.

Guard well the pips,

and the fruit shall grow without let.

Oh, it's so beautiful.

I'll say it every morning

when I wake up.

Yes, please.

Is it the pips that grow?

It's guard well the fruit for

the pips will grow again.

Yes, yes, yes.

[Mrs. Winconis] "Guard well."

Yes, every morning without fail.

Oh, God, Harry, that routine is getting

cornier every day.

I heard yours last week.

Yours is too.

Bye.

(sighing)

(laughing)

(upbeat funk music)

I'm home.

(phone ringing)

Erskine speaking, reader of Tarot.

Harry, this is Karen.

(coughing)

Harry, are are you busy?

No, no, not at all.

Just, you caught me by surprise.

Harry,

can I see you?

(sighing)

Please?

(bell ringing)

Where?

(dreamy orchestral music)

Hi.

Hi.

You haven't changed.

Well, don't judge by covers.

How are you?

How've you been?

Oh, great.

Just really great.

Still living with your aunt?

[Karen] Mm-hmm.

How is she?

Well, you know, she's a little

flighty at times, but she's fine.

Like to take a walk?

I'd love to.

Okay.

[Karen] I appreciate your seeing me.

[Harry] That's okay.

What's it about?

Well, I'm not sure, really.

I, I just knew that you were
the only person I wanted

to talk to.

But,

I feel like such a hypocrite

calling you again after such a long time.

Yeah.

But I've been so concerned

and so worried and

frightened.

About what?

About three days ago,

I started to feel a kind of an

irritation,

a lump right here, at the back of my neck,

and it started getting larger,

so I was worried

and I went to the Sisters of Jerusalem

to have them take a look at it.

They said it wasn't anything, but

they're operating tomorrow.

That's okay.

Probably nothing.

Don't worry.

Is that what's concerning you?

[Karen] Yes, that's part of it.

Oh, call it women's intuition,

but I have the feeling that there's

more to it than they're telling me.

Now, look, you're gonna have

the operation tomorrow,

there'll be no lump,

and everything will be fine.

[Karen] Are you sure?

Believe me.

My predictions are infallible.

Yes, your predictions.

I know you and your predictions.

[Harry] Yeah.

Oh, Harry, I mean, it's just such a

it's such a waste.

It's so phony.

You have so much

and you just throw it all away.

Look, kid, you used to push the buttons

and you used to pull the levers, remember?

But I did it for fun, and it went on and

on, and it wasn't coming to anything.

Karen, don't try to change me.

Pick a potion Erskine, that's me.

Harry's the name and Tarot's the game.

You know, Harry, it's good to see you.

It is really good.

[Harry] That's what they all say.

(laughing)

We're going downhill.

Oh, really?

(light orchestral music)
(bell ringing)

[Man] Cracked crab.

Ice cold beer.

Shrimp cocktail.

What have you been doing
since Independence Day?

[Karen] Independence Day?

It was closer to slave labor.

Right.

She hasn't sold you
down the river yet, huh?

[Karen] What river?

Any river.

(laughing)

[Karen] Have you been
seeing anyone interesting?

[Harry] Oh, yeah.

I've had a couple of wood nymphs,

I've had one banshee, three mermaids,

and you know something, Karen?

I've missed you.

I've missed you too.

(romantic orchestral music)

Harry, could you open this for me?

Thank you.

Place looks nice.

[Harry] Glad you like it.

It's so neat.

It's been a long time.

Yeah.

You know, I think, uh,

I ought to see what those Tarot cards

have to say about us.

Harry?

Harry, let's not do the cards.

I don't even believe in that.

Come on.

Just one time.

Just once.

Right.

Let's just do it once.

Okay, here we go.

Hmm.

Hmm.

That was just a practice.

Let me do it again.

(thunder crashing)

There, that's better.

I know what I've got to do.

You've got to cut them.

Once.

Like that?

Now let's go.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Well, what what does that mean?

How would I know what it means?

If I did, I wouldn't be doing it.

Tell you what.

Let's forget about the cards.

I'll tell you one thing,

I'm gonna see to it that
everything is all right.

Tonight.

Matter of fact, in a couple of seconds.

(light piano music)

(thunder rumbling)

Pana

witchy

salatoo.

Pana

witchy

salatoo.

(thunder crashing)

(car horn honking)

(bell ringing)

(car horn honking)

[Karen] I'll call you as soon

as they let me, all right?

[Harry] You know, I
can wait around here.

I've got nothing to do today.

No, listen, what would Mrs. Herz

do without you?

She wouldn't be able to get her foot

out the front door.

I'm gonna be all right.

Right.

You told me so.

Mm-hmm.

Karen, what does pana witchy salatoo mean?

I don't know.

I never heard it before.

Why?

[Harry] You said it in
your sleep last night.

Must be words of love.

In Swahili?

Hindustani.

[Harry] Oh.

It's love.

Yeah.

(car horns honking)

(machine beeping)

[Surgeon] We're ready.

You can go ahead.

Skin knife!

[Doctor] Try that.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(machine beeping rapidly)

[Man] Stat condition.

Code blue, code blue.

(whispering)

[Man] What are you
doing to yourself Jack?

[Jack] Help me.

[Man] Oh, my God,
he's gonna cut himself.

Stop him!

Oh my god.

(grunting)

Get him out of here!

[Nurse] All personnel stand by.

All personnel report.

All personnel stand by.

(doorbell ringing)

Coming!

Oh, excuse me for taking
so long, Mrs. Herz.

Please, won't you come in, my dear?

(groaning)

There you are.

I'm telling you, Mr. Erskine.

[Harry] Yes?

I can tell when the weather's

getting bad a week in advance.

Oh, this arthritis will kill me yet.

Yes, well, don't you worry about it.

You'd think with all my money...

Yes.

I could buy a new set of legs.

(sighing)

Vibrations are good today, believe me.

Here you are, my dear.

Touch the cards.

Let them feel you and know you.

Beautiful, beautiful.

Now, tell me, Mrs. Herz, how are you?

Oh.

(sobbing)

Shh!

How would you like to be

the Queen of Swords this time?

I don't blame you.

Little harsh.

Ah, yes, the Queen of Cups?

No?

Queen of Wands.

Exquisite.

Excellent!

Here we go, my dear.

Oh, so far, so good.

Excellent.

Yes, the signs are very, very nice.

Calm, consoling, wonderful.

The week so far is excellent.

Perfect.

Oh, perhaps a little cloudiness.

Nothing too serious.

Very nice.

Look at that.

And for you personally,

I see some...

(loud thump)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Well, actually, the week...

Mrs. Herz.

Mrs. Herz?

Oh, my God.

Mrs. Herz.

Oh, don't tell me.

Mrs. Herz, dear, are you all right?

(gasping)

Oh, you certainly are.

Let me get back to Tuesday.

We'll start again.

Perhaps the...

(groaning)

Mrs. Herz, what's the matter?

Are you all right?

You don't look too good.

What is it, my dear?

Mani.

[Harry] What?

Mani.

Now, Mrs. Herz

Now, now stop, Mrs. Herz.

Don't do that, or I'll call an ambulance.

Mrs. Herz, I'm going to the phone

and going to call an ambulance.

Here is the operator, and I'm going to

ask for an ambulance.

I want an ambulance.

(groaning)

What?

Where?

Yeah, but hold on a minute, please.

Oh, Mrs. Herz, will you sit down?

You're having some kind of a seizure.

Just calm down.

Shh.

You're gonna be all right.

Shh.

Operator, I'm at 705 Hillside.

Yes, please.

The name is Erskine.

(yelling)
You must send an ambulance.

I know you're an operator, but you call

the hospital.

Would you hold a minute, please?

Mrs. Herz, please.

Mani, Mani!

I need it in a hurry.

Send it right away.

Maniii Wichiii salatooo.

Yes, I need it, I don't know where.

I haven't got time to talk!

Listen!

You call the hospital!

Wait just a minute!

Mrs. Herz, Mrs. Herz!

Will you just,

Mrs. Herz.

Mani!

(yelling)

Mrs. Herz!

Mrs. Herz.

Mrs. Herz.

(siren wailing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

(machine beeping)

Dr. Hughes.

[Jack] Mr. Erskine, have a seat.

[Harry] Thanks.

[Jack] Well, Mr. Erskine,

a patient of mine is

a close friend of yours,

and you have something to tell me

concerning her condition?

Yes, Karen Tandy told me

yesterday about this lump on her neck.

Um, she's scared to death.

People often get very upset

at the idea of surgery, Mr. Erskine.

Yeah, well, I've been there, Doctor.

I know.

But she seems to think that there's

something more than just physical with it.

Last night,

in her sleep, she uttered a phrase,

"Pana witchy salatoo."

When she woke up this morning,
she couldn't remember it.

Go on.

And a client of mine this morning

in one of our sessions

in the middle of nowhere uttered

"Pana witchy salatoo."

What's all this got to do with

Miss Tandy's condition, Mr. Erskine?

I think her life is in danger.

Now, just a moment...

Now, just a minute yourself, Doctor.

This client of mine threw herself

down a flight of stairs, threw!

For no rhyme or reason,

and now you're telling me

that there's been a complication in

Karen's operation.

Look, Mr. Erskine,

I'm sorry to hear about your client,

but all this has nothing to do with the

medical aspects of this case.

Would you like a drink?

[Harry] Please.

I'm a tumor specialist,
not a psychiatrist

or a psychologist or any of that.

I don't deal in the spirit world or

the occult world as you do.

Now, why are you telling me all of this?

Who am I gonna tell it to, Doctor?

Karen Tandy's life is in danger,

and I don't know

where to turn or what to do,

so I've come to you for some help.

I'm providing all the
help I'm capable of.

(sighing)

Is she all right?

Her condition is, let's say, uh,

stabilized at the moment.

Stabilized?

Is that all you've got to tell me?

"Stabilized"?

Mr. Erskine, she's stabilized.

For now you'll have to
be satisfied with that.

What happened in the operation?

It, uh...

What?

[Jack] It wasn't successful.

I, uh,

I was about to remove the growth when

her pulse rate rose

and her respiration dropped so drastically

we had to discontinue.

[Harry] What does all that mean?

I've dealt with tumors for 20 years.

I'm the best there is.

Top of the line.

I have a million-dollar research facility

and a couple of Cadillacs to prove it,

and very honestly,

Karen Tandy's got me stumped.

Stumped?

Yes.

Without going into too much detail,

her tumor doesn't have any of the usual

characteristics of tumorous tissue.

What Karen has is a,

a fast-growing swelling

made up of flesh and bone.

You might almost describe it

as a fetus.

On her neck?

And incredible as that is, Mr. Erskine,

even more astounding
is its rate of growth.

It's absolutely unprecedented.

Doctor, do you believe in black magic?

Mr. Erskine.

Neither do I.

I'm a seller, not a buyer, and there's

only a couple of things I believe in.

But, uh, this is, uh...

Yes.

I mean, it's as if somebody or something

was trying to control Karen.

Mr. Erskine, are you trying to tell me

she's possessed?

I didn't say that,
and I don't believe it.

I do believe, though,

that one person can
dominate another one's mind.

I feel that somebody, something, someone,

is transmitting signals to her,

and these signals are

causing Karen's condition.

Well, don't look at me.

All right, all right.

Suppose, just suppose that, uh,

someone or something is
transmitting signals,

images to Karen.

Why?

What?

Who?

I don't know,

but why don't we ask Karen?

She's very weak, Mr. Erskine.

Keep it brief, please.

(dramatic orchestral music)

Karen?

Karen?

Hi.

Hi, Harry Erskine.

You all right?

I feel a little weak.

Karen, I want to ask you something.

Do you remember, um,

"Pana witchy salatoo"?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(groaning)

Pana!

(bell ringing)

Haven't you learned
to play that thing yet?

Well, the Amazing Erskine.

How are the ladies, Amazing?

You're looking bad, MacKenzie.

Ah, thank you very much.

The name's MacArthur.

[Harry] You're still
looking bad, MacArthur.

Is that right?

[Amelia] Is that Harry Erskine?

[Harry] Amelia, baby.

Harry.

(laughing)

Oh, Harry, this is fantastic.

It's so good to see you.

Thanks a lot.

Why didn't you come to our wedding?

Where the hell have you been?

Oh, well, I've been scaring up a ghost

or two, I guess.

Oh, I guess the kind
that are soft and say,

oh, Harry, stop!

Amy.

Yes?

I need your help.

Well, that's it.

Karen's in trouble,

she's scared, and I want to help her.

But spiritual help?

What else have I got, Amelia?

I can't.

I promised Mac, not anymore.

Amelia, you're the best.

You taught me everything I know.

Harry Erskine,

there's only one student I ever had

who's worse than you,

and he's a plumber.

(chuckling)

Look, this place ain't Bloomingdale's,

but Mac and me get by just fine.

Amelia

Please.

Look, if what you've told me

about Karen is true,

readings won't help anyway.

What am I going to do?

Okay.

We'll need to seance, Harry,

in the place where she lives.

(thunder crashing)

I only pray, Harry,
that what we're doing

won't make things worse for Karen.

Things couldn't be any worse for Karen.

Yes, this will do very well.

Thank you, darling.

Mac, would you remove these, please?

I think we should begin right away.

Harry, douse the lights, please.

Shall we join hands?

Now let us concentrate.

Concentrate our minds

on the spirits

who occupy this room.

Think of them.

(thunder crashing)
Think of their souls

wandering through the ether.

Try and imagine them

as they float around us

on their spiritual errands.

I am calling on any spirit

who can help us.

I am calling on any spirit

who can guide us.

(chanting)
(eerie orchestral music)

(thunder crashing)

(groaning)

Are you here?

(wind howling)

I can see your signs.

Are you here?

(thunder crashing)

Talk.

Speak.

Tell us who you are.

Pana

witchy

salatoo.

Pana

witchy

salatoo.

(ominous orchestral music)

Who are you?

What do you want with Karen Tandy?

(chanting)

What are you looking for?

(groaning)

Harry, put the lights on, please.

(explosion crashing)

(wind howling)

(eerie ambient music)

You okay?

Yes, are you?

Yeah.

Oh, my God, what happened?

You okay, baby?

Yeah,

and you?

I'm fine, but I've had it.

From now on, we just sell this stuff.

We don't do it.

I promise.

Are you all right, Mrs. Karmann?

I had a vision, a face

Yes, I know.

We all saw it.

It was a spirit,

an evil spirit.

What we're dealing with here is

black magic.

(gasping)

Whoever could do this had a vast knowledge

of the occult while he was alive.

That face,

it reminded me of something or somebody.

It, it reminded me

of a wooden Indian statue,

you know, the kind that stand outside

those old-time saloons.

Yeah, but a wooden
Indian with magic powers?

An Indian medicine man.

(mysterious orchestral music)

I don't get the connection.

Tumors, strange languages,

tarot cards,

Mrs. Herz.

I spoke to Dr. Hughes.

He said they did a series of new tests

this afternoon,

and he's convinced that if they try

to remove that fetus surgically,

why, Karen will die.

Hey, you two, come here.

I think I found something.

Listen to this.

"Medicine men were
often powerful magicians

"who were said to be capable of

"extraordinary supernatural acts.

"They were believed to be immortal,

"and if threatened,

"their Manitou, or immortal spirit,

"could be reborn at any time or

"place in the future or past

"by impregnating themselves in the body

"of a man, woman, or animal."

Is that all it says?

From there it goes into rain dances.

That means Karen is about to...

Give birth.

What can we do?

If we only had some authority.

How about Dr. Ernest
Snow, Berkeley Press?

Who's he?

Guy who wrote the book.

Here it is.

Dr. Ernest Snow, Sausalito.

(light orchestral music)

So, Harry, what did the professor say?

[Harry] Change bullshit
to a 15-syllable word,

and you got an idea what he had in mind.

[Amelia] You should stop telling people

what you do for a living.

Hey, I'm proud of what I do.

Dr. Snow spoke with Dr. Hughes

and confirmed the facts about Karen,

and he's agreed to meet
with us this morning.

How is she this morning?

The tumor's doubled in size.

[Amelia] Jesus.

[Harry] Dr. Snow?

Yes?

[Harry] Professor
Snow, I'm Harry Erskine.

Oh, come in.

Hello, Professor.

I'm Amelia Caruso.

MacArthur.

Come in, come in.

Erskine,

you're a mystic.

Yes.

You should see him in
his Mr. Wizard outfit.

Really?

Yes.

Excuse me.

Now, why did you come see me?

You know, I'm a doctor of anthropology.

Yes, Professor, but when we spoke

on the phone...

No, what you told me was

that you had somebody

in San Francisco who was harboring

a reincarnated medicine man.

Now, for that, you do not need

an anthropologist.

You know, what you need, probably,

is a psychologist.

Please sit down.

Thank you.

Thank you.

And there's a very good
one three doors down.

Professor, Dr. Hughes called you

and told you that the tumor on her neck

is definitely a fetus.

Now, all I want from you,

sir, is some kind of an explanation.

No, you're talking about my book.

Now, what I wrote in my book,

pardon me,

uh, was, uh, purely a,

oh, it's not here.

It was purely a legend.

It was a legend about a medicine man

who was reborn in 1851

in the upper Missouri

among the Hidatsa tribe.

It is a case with very
little documentation,

but it had to do

with a young Indian girl

who developed a swelling

on her arm, you see?

Which enlarged itself so progressively

that it overwhelmed her and she died,

and then there emerged,
so goes the legend,

there emerged from this swelling

a fully developed medicine man.

You know, he'd been with the tribe,

he'd died some 50 years before.

But I, be careful with this.

But, um, I assure you

that this is purely folklore

and purely a legend, that's all.

You mean you don't believe us?

Well, now,

let's just say that I'm cautious.

After all, your own
doctor what's his name?

[Amelia] Hughes?

Hughes.

Why, he doesn't support your theory,

and I will not make
any statement, you see,

until I'm secure in my own position.

There's a girl whose life's in danger,

and all you're worried about

is your reputation.

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Well, now.

Just assume for a moment, sir,

that this woman, is it a young woman?

Yeah, a young woman.

Just assume that she has a problem.

Now assume also this problem has to do

with Indian magic.

Well, my God, son, you do have one hell

of a problem.

Well, Professor, I'll tell you what.

You assume what you like, okay?

Yes?

But these are the facts.

Karen Tandy has something
growing on her back

that's killing her.

Well, well,

let's go up in the attic.

The attic?

[Snow] Yes.

Now, I don't go up there very often

because I'm too busy.

It's very dusty.

I want you to watch your
step, if you don't mind.

Watch your step.

[Harry] Professor, excuse me.

Have you ever heard the expression

or the phrase,

"pana witchy salatoo"?

Where'd you hear that?

Karen said that in her sleep,

and a client of mine said it

before she threw herself
down a flight of stairs.

You, uh, happen to know what it means?

Well, I can't,

I'll have this place cleaned,

I can't give you an exact translation.

What was the title?

Pana witchy salatoo.

Well, I don't know,

but it sounds to me like the language

of the Piscatkawa tribe, you know?

They lived in northern California.

They died out some, I
think, 400 years ago.

I've got a book about them somewhere,

if I could just find the damn thing.

It doesn't tell much, of course, because,

as I stated, you see,

they died out before the white man

got this far west.

Now, the only information we have,

do you know?

comes from stories handed down

from other tribes.

Well, what's that "Pana"?

Witchy salatoo.

Wait, wait, wait.

Pana witchy...

Salatoo.

Sala,

Oh, ho ho ho ho.

That could mean

something like, oh,

my death foretells my return.

My death fort...

Dr. Snow, is there any way

to stop this, this medicine man

or whatever it is, before it kills her?

Well, you know, what
you have to understand is

that the magic of ancient Indian tribes

was very, very powerful.

They were, in fact, one of the great

magical societies of modern times.

Pure ethnic occult art.

And they were, uh,

ugh, this is a mess.

They were undiluted

with European conceptions
and preconceptions.

The whole concepts, with the Indians,

the whole concept of life

and death and inner space

was rolled up in the Indians' demon,

the equivalent demon.

That demon would be possessed

of monstrous, monstrous power.

Then what you're saying, Doc, is,

we're out of luck?

Ah, I've got it!

Yes, yes, you're right.

Here it is.

You're right, you're right, you're right.

And if this medicine
man of yours is really

400 years old, he comes from a time

when the magic of the Indians was

amazingly, amazingly strong.

What the hell does he want?

I mean, why would he want
to be reborn in Karen?

I assume he didn't
choose her deliberately.

I think she just probably

happened to be at the right place

at the wrong time.

Professor, if this guy was so powerful,

how are we gonna fight him?

You know, why do you want to fight him?

Why do you want to fight him,

for heaven's sakes?

Within two or three
days, we could actually

meet and Indian medicine man

from a time far back in America's past.

It seems to me criminal, sir,

to even think of destroying him.

What about Karen?

Yeah, she didn't exactly
invite him to move in.

I know.

Well, then, there is only one way that

you could conceivably save her.

How?

Well, you've heard of
fighting fire with fire?

(suspenseful orchestral music)

You mean, another medicine man?

Yes, there's one or two still living

on the reservations in South Dakota.

How are we gonna pay him?

Oh, my dear children!

My dear children, Indians
have their own values

of time and honor and friendship.

They'd fight to the death, some of them,

just on a casual promise,

and then, you see,

then they would refuse to cross the street

for all the tea in China.

I think, of course, that your biggest

problem here

is in persuading one of these people

into risking his life, you see?

That's what I think.

So best of luck, and forgive me.

Just try to make yourself
at home, will you?

Just help yourself to anything.

I've got to go.

"Best of luck

"Help yourself to anything."

(chuckling)

Mr. Erskine, you can't be serious.

No medicine man is coming
into this hospital,

whether her aunt pays for it or not.

Doctor, what am I asking you to do?

I'm just asking you to give it a try.

You and I have something in common,

Karen Tandy,

and the least you could do

is try to save her life.

Well, we'll see whether the
operation works out or not.

What operation?

The one that's in progress right now.

We're trying to remove the growth

with optical laser.

Are you out of your mind?

Didn't you tell me

that if you tried to operate on her again,

you'd kill her?

Like you said, we've
got to try everything.

This was the decision
of a team of experts,

including myself, to try the laser.

Without it, she'd die anyway.

Oh, I'm relieved!

You know, for a minute
there, I was gonna get angry.

Listen to me, Hughes!

I'm gonna take you and your staff,

and I'm gonna take it out in the alley!

Now, you listen to me, Mr. Erskine

And I'm telling you, I'm holding you...

I'm doing everything that's possible.

Personally for her condition!

Hughes!

(woman chattering phone)

What?

(all screaming)
(alarm blaring)

Let us through!

Please!

What's going on?

We were going to make the incision, and

the damn thing just
ripped out of Tom's hand

started spinning back and
forth across the room.

(laser blasting)

(screaming)

Where's Karen?

Don't go near that laser
beam, whatever you do.

She's there, in the corner.

(laser blasting)

[Man] Wolf!

Turn off the power!

Wolf!

(eerie ambient music)

We've got to stop her

or she'll kill herself.

I mean it.

Come on, Karen.

You know me.

He says you must not touch him!

Karen, we want to help you please!

You must not touch him!

(glass shattering)

If we don't care for you,

he won't survive either.

(laughing)

He does not believe you!

[Jack] We only want to help him!

(groaning)

He is in pain.

In pain?

[Karen] Please!

[Jack] Why is he in pain?

It hurts him.

He is hurt.

What hurts?

What hurt him?

It was the light.

The light?

What light?

He will

kill

you

all.

(screaming)

Help me get her on the table!

Quickly.

No, no!

(screaming)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Karen's medicine man is in pain.

He didn't know why.

Said it was the light.

When a human being is X-rayed, cells die.

Every time.

In a tiny fetus, one cell destroyed

may mean a toe, finger,

even and arm or a leg may never develop.

That's why he wouldn't let us near

him with that laser.

He was terrified of it.

Why would a laser

terrify him?

We pumped him with enough X-ray

to see through Fort Knox.

We've created a monster.

(light orchestral music)

Hi.

Um, I'm Harry Erskine,

and I'm looking for John Singing Rock.

He's out back.

Thank you.

John Singing Rock?

John Singing Rock?

You the fella looking to find

himself a medicine man?

That's right.

I'm Harry Erskine, uh,

word sure gets around, doesn't it?

Hard not to.

You've been to five different
medicine men already.

Right.

Know anything about herbs, Mr. Erskine?

Just the oregano that I use in my salad.

Shame.

Amazing things, herbs.

They can tell the future, bring good luck.

What does a white man
want with Indian magic?

There's a 400-year-old medicine man

that's taking the way of
the oil on the neck of a

a woman that I know.

How well do you know this woman?

Uh, quite well.

Well, that should help.

Love is one of the strongest
medicines there is.

Can you help me?

Mr. Erskine, have you ever
heard of Gitche Manitou?

No.

Well, Gitche Manitou is a
great spirit among Indians,

a bit like your Jesus or Jehovah.

Bad weeds this year.

So...

What you're dealing with
is the Manitou, or spirit,

of a great medicine man,

possibly in his fourth
or fifth reincarnation.

Is that bad?

For you, yes.

Each time a Manitou lives,

he gains in strength.

By the eighth reincarnation,
he can join Gitche Manitou

as a permanent spirit.

Until then, the more lives lived,

the more powerful.

Five lives.

Well...

Well, how how do you stop it?

You don't.

You don't hold it,

you don't slow it down.

Each Manitou has its own momentum.

All you can do is avert the spell

and send it back from whence it came.

But that would take lots of power,

to force a Manitou to
make a 180-degree turn,

and so powerful a medicine man,

you might have to wait until

he leaves the woman's body.

That would kill her!

[John] It would kill her body,

but her spirit would
live in the medicine man.

"Spirit would live."

Great.

There's only one thing I
know that might stop him.

What's that?

Evoke the powers of other spirits.

Well, well, how would I do that?

Well, Mountain is good.

Try Wind.

It's one of my favorites.

Tell him John Singing Rock sent you.

Why won't you help me?

Mr. Erskine,

you see this valley?

From where we stand,

there's over a half million acres of land,

some of the richest farmland in the world.

200 years ago, my ancestors
owned all of this land.

Now it's under title to the
Missouri Holding Company.

I don't want your pleas
for help, Mr. White Man.

I don't need your money.

Wait a minute!

John!

Look, please.

Would you, if you were me?

No, I guess I wouldn't.

Mr. Erskine!

Normally I wait three risings of the sun

before I take on a job.

My fee will be $100,000

to the Indian Educational Foundation.

And you?

Well, I need some tobacco.

I'm running a little low.

(light orchestral music)

[Jack] What do you think?

Well, to quote a hackneyed line,

Dr. Hughes, this is
heap powerful medicine.

What's next?

Next, we'll have to be ready

by tomorrow at the latest.

And I mean the latest.

I'm gonna have to draw

a circle around this bed.

If it works, maybe you can hold him long

enough for me to send him
back with my own medicine.

You, uh, don't sound very hopeful.

Dr. Hughes, hope is
for saints and fools.

I'm just a South Dakota Indian

with a bag of tricks.

Well, I'd better get started.

Is there anything you need?

No, I brought everything I need.

Harry, help me with this thing.

I can't work with it on.

And I want you all to understand

that once I make this circle,

it can't be broken.

You can step over it, but if you smudge it

or break it,

then all this becomes useless.

Everybody stand back,
and I'll begin working.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Gitche Manitou, hear me.

Hear me and protect me.

(eerie ambient music)

John, look!

Who are you?

Where do you come from?

(distorted voice) - I

am mightier than you.

Your medicine

is of no consequence.

What is your name?

In life,

Misquamacus.

Leave the whites, little brother

from the plains.

Do not help them,

or die.

John, what's the matter?

What, what'd he said?

It's Misquamacus,

the greatest medicine man of all.

He turned rivers, made storms.

Mountains rose at his command.

No spirit ignored him,

no demon denied him.

My God.

Your God won't help you.

Nothing in your Christian world will help.

Not prayers, not holy water,

not the weight of a
thousand of your churches.

What about that circle of sand?

He's sure to break it.

And I only hope it holds him long

enough for me to fight him.

Oh, great.

You're gonna play king of the mountain

with that Mixmaster.

What about Karen?

Harry,

if I win, she lives.

If I lose, believe me,

she'll feel less pain than any of us.

He wants revenge, you heard him,

especially against me for helping you.

With his power,

once he gathers it,

once he directs it,

once he's strong.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(thunder crashing)

(light orchestral music)

You all right, Mr. Erskine?

Oh, yeah, I'm fine, fine.

(thunder crashing)

Hi.

Hi, how are you tonight, Mr. Erskine?

Okay.

Little nervous, that's all.

Tension

Yeah, really.

Uh, can I offer you something?

Well, maybe something for the tension.

What have you got in mind?

I'll see what I can find.

Good.

(sighing)

This ought to do it.

Oh, swell.

Thanks.

Could I have another glass of water?

Another glass?

Yes, please

I always find I've got to need

two glasses of water with these.

Thanks.

Yeah!

Guess this just isn't your day.

Think they'd give you some instructions.

Uh, thanks anyway.

[Nurse] Sorry, Mr. Erskine.

(glass shattering)
(ominous orchestral music)

John!

John, John!

What's happened?

Look, a face!

(moaning)

God, he's almost out.

(moaning)
(thunder crashing)

Misquamacus invoked the spirit of the body

and stripped him of his skin.

(moaning)

No!

(moaning)

Spirit of the Eagle, give me strength.

(thunder crashing)

Spirit of the Wind, give me power.

Spirit of Rock, take my hand.

(groaning)

[Karen] No!

(groaning)

Get Dr. Hughes, quick!

Harry, go on!

Mountain Manitou,

hold Misquamacus.

Hold him in the circle of charms.

Chain him,

lock him!

Manitou,

Bear Manitou,

hold Misquamacus, hold him!

Storm Manitou, hold Misquamacus.

Hold the circle.

River Manitou, help your brother!

Hold Misquamacus, hold him!

Dr. Hughes, please, what happened?

Nurse, please, just
stay at your station.

What's going on now?

[John] Well, now we wait.

Did it break the circle?

No, not yet.

But once he gains his strength,

I don't know.

(thunder crashing)

Wolf, go and get something to cover

Michael with.

Do you still seriously think that

Karen can be saved?

According to Indian law, yes.

I'm calling the police.

For a boy wonder, Hughes, you know

you ought to get your head examined.

Erskine, I have had it with you!

Oh, yeah?

Then do something about it!

Doctor!

It does no good to call the police.

Now, everything has a spirit or Manitous

trees, wind, rain...

Mr. Singing, whatever your name is.

Singing Rock.

I don't need lectures
about tree spirits.

Now, I suffered your presence here, and

there's your result, a man is dead.

Now, that's nothing.

As I said, everything has a Manitou,

not only trees but
man-made things as well.

Oh, please.

The police will come with guns.

Their guns have Manitous.

Misquamacus will turn the guns against the

police and kill them
with their own weapons!

Just like a scalpel
was turned against you!

Now, you hired me to do a job.

Why don't you run with me?

First thing you can do
is clear this floor.

It's an operating floor.

Karen is the only patient up here.

Well, that's good.

(thunder crashing)

Here we are, living in a world

run by computers and technology,

and some creature from 400 years ago

is scaring the hell out of us.

What's even more
frightening, Dr. Hughes,

is what could happen if we
don't stop the medicine man.

What could happen?

Absolute devastation.

Now tell us the bad news, huh?

(thunder crashing)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(thunder crashing)

(groaning)

(thunder crashing)

(groaning)

(screaming)

Storm Manitou, take him and kill him!

Wolf, get back.

She's still alive.

No!

It's Misquamacus.

He's using her.

(groaning)

But that's impossible.

He's nowhere near her!

Possible, Doctor?

Is that your science?

(sighing)

(distorted voice)
- You have

defied me.

You have hurt me.

(thunder crashing)

I feel pain.

I will

destroy you.

(thunder crashing)

Singing Rock!

He's breaking it!

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(chanting)

Mountain Wind!

Rain!

Storm Manitous!

Hold Misquamacus, hold him!

Hold him, hold him!

Wolf, get a flashlight, quick.

[Nurse] What do you want?

Stay by the phone!

(chanting)

[Jack] What's he doing?

He's summoning an Indian demon.

One of the ancient ones.
I don't know which one.

(chanting)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

[Jack] What is it?

It's the demon we call
the Lizard of the Trees.

What the hell is the matter with him?

- He must want the doctor.
- What?

Because he tried to kill him
on the operating table!

Hughes!

Fight it!

No, fight it!

(grunting)

What happened?

It faded.

It's gone!

I just don't know
what spirit Misquamacus

will come up with next.

There are far worse demons than that.

I've got to get Hughes out of here.

Yeah, but hurry up!

I'll need you.

(thunder crashing)

(elevator dinging)

Bring him into the office!

Get me an antiseptic solution,
several pressure bandages.

And get me a tourniquet too.

Put him on the couch.

Easy, Jack.

Easy, easy.

Easy, there you go

[Bob] Jack, we're all
going down there to help.

You're not going anywhere.

Take your hands off me.

Innocent people will
get killed out there.

You've got no authority!

(both shouting)

Bob!

Bob, don't go.

He knows what he's doing.

Thanks.

(thunder crashing)

(clattering)

(eerie ambient music)

(wind howling)

(eerie orchestral music)

John!

John!

John?

I tried to stop him.

Who?

Misquamacus.

I tried everything, everything I knew.

What happened?

He gave me a face full
of surgical instruments.

And then he disappeared.

I'm getting you out of
here, get that face looked at.

Stop the bleeding, then
we'll go after him again.

Come on.

What happened down here?

What caused all this ice?

It's a demon we call the Star Beast,

the Spirit of the North Wind.

Afraid he's preparing the way for some

greater demon.

(explosion blasting)

(wind howling)

(glass shattering)

Wind Manitous,

other Manitous, help us!

(shouting)

Harry, Harry!

(screaming)

(explosion blasting)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

You're out of your goddamned mind.

Well, it worked, didn't it?

Maybe it worked.

Come on.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(thunder crashing)

(thunder crashing)

[Bob] All right, Erskine,
now we call the police.

Will you get serious, McEvoy?

The police?

What good will the police do?

Look what it's done to his hand!

Harry, maybe the doctor's right.

What are you talking about?

Harry, face it.

We're beaten!

Well, what about Karen?

Well, I'm sorry about Karen,

but I've tried calling every spirit

Mountain, Wind, Rain.

What about what's his name, Gitche, uh...

Gitche Manitou?

Harry, you don't call Gitche Manitou, he...

Oh, yeah?

Well, he's gonna get a
person-to-person call from me!

Collect!

(thunder crashing)

[Wolf] What's happening?

(rumbling)

What the hell!

My God!

Help!

Look out!

(rumbling subsides)

(thunder crashes)

John, I don't believe it!

That was one hell of an earthquake.

That was no earthquake.

It's what I was afraid of.

It's why we can't win.

Why not?

Misquamacus just
called the Great Old One.

Who the hell is he?

Devil, Lucifer, Satan,
what does it matter?

It's coming through the portal right now.

Can't we stop him?

No.

Well, I did once!

[John] When?

When I threw that typewriter at him.

Harry, that was a machine's Manitou,

that's all.

Misquamacus was unprepared.

This time he will be.

John, we just can't lie here like...

Wait a minute.

Manit, Dr. Hughes?

How much of this kind
of equipment do you have

through the hospital?

What kind?

What are you talking about?

This kind,

this complicated kind
of computerized stuff

that means a lot of electricity feed-in,

you know, voltage.

We've got lots of research equipment,

X-ray, computers, whatever.

We've got the energy
output of a small city.

What are you getting at?

Can you turn it on all at once?

Yeah.

Right from that console over there.

What the hell are you
gonna do with my computers?

John, didn't you say that

a machine has its own Manitou?

Yeah.

Suppose we took the Manitou

of all the machinery in this hospital,

turned it on all at
once, and directed that

energy toward the Mixmaster?

Erskine, wait a minute.

You can't...
- Hold on, Bob.

Well, it could work.

What do you think, John?

Might work.

Just might work.

There's only one thing.

What's that?

Well, machines Manitous
could turn against us.

But John, we've got to take a chance!

We've got nothing else!

You've got to try it, Harry.

Bob.

Okay.

All right.

All right, you give me
exactly five minutes,

five minutes!

Harry, you still got room
for a South Dakota Indian

with a bag of tricks?

John Singing Rock, it's
not your problem anymore.

Yes, it is, come on.

Once we get there, there's got to be

something or someone to focus
all the machines Manitous.

Like who?

Like me.

Bob, I want you to clear the uh,

control rooms and power rooms, okay?

Yeah.

I still don't like it, Jack.

Hey, Doctor, remember,

don't be...

[Both] An administrator.

I'll see you later.

Okay.

Wolf, clear the floor, all
the patients and personnel,

anybody that's left.

[John] Remember, the Great
Old One is master of illusion.

[Harry] John, what
happens if we don't beat it?

Well there's another
name for the Great Old One.

Yeah, what is that?

The Great Devourer.

What?

Here, wear this.

What's this for?

Protection.

Well, I thought it was seasoning.

Go ahead.

(wind howling)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

Ready?

Okay.

(fire blasting)

(suspenseful orchestral music)

What?

(chanting)

It's an illusion.

[Harry] My God, what's behind him?

[John] That, Harry,
is the Great Old One.

(chanting)

Our five minutes are up.

Now.

(machines humming)

Manitous of machines, hear me.

Kill Misquamacus, kill Misquamacus.

(laughing)

Send his spirit back.

Send him back.

Send him back from where he came.

Kill Misquamacus, kill him!

Machine Manitous, hear me.

Kill Misquamacus!

Kill him!

Send him back!

Send Misquamacus back!

Take my pain!

Take my load!

Send him back!

Kill him!

Listen to my words!

Send him back!

Send the spirit back!

(laughing)

(electricity crackling)

Send Misquamacus back!

Machine Manitous,

direct your power to me!

Hear me, kill him!

No!

(explosion blasting)

(laughing)

I can't, Harry.

I can't do it.

They won't come.

The machine's Manitous won't come.

It's white man's medicine.

Harry, they won't come.

All right, Misquamacus,
I've had enough of this!

Who do you think you are?

We're not gonna scream
anymore at each other!

Misquamacus, you listen!

Harry, it won't help!

It won't do any good!

It will, goddammit!

It has to!

(machines humming)

(electricity crackling)

(light orchestral music)

Harry,

machines Manitous are focusing their

power through Karen!

'Cause of your love
they're coming through her!

(laser blasting)

(fire blasting)

(machines humming)

(electricity crackling)

(electricity crackling)

(laser blasting)

(warbling)
(suspenseful orchestral music)

(thunder crashing)

(dramatic orchestral music)

[Karen] Harry?

[Harry] Sure you don't want
me to take you to the airport?

No, you've got some catching up to do.

Well, I'm a little sad.

About what?

Misquamacus.

I mean, I wish I had a
chance to talk to him.

If I could call one Indian a friend...

Well, maybe we'll
meet him again someday.

What are you talking about?

He's dead.

The body's dead.

Manitou lives on, remember?

(dramatic orchestral music)

Goodbye, John Singing Rock.

Goodbye, Harry Erskine.

Oh, wait a minute.

Your tobacco.

(suspenseful orchestral music)

(light orchestral music)