Rituals

He's booked for the next three days.

Even if you increase the blood flow by 10%,

you'll nearly double the sensation,

and with the proper setup,

you can do 25 of these a day within a year.

It's viable and it's strictly therapeutic.

You sure there'd be this kind of demand for it, though?

Are you kidding?

It's a goldmine.

It's the same setup as a hernia clinic.

You just, in, out, snip, tuck.

It's no big deal, no added costs.

This is a simple bypass.

You've used these Teflon arteries before.

- Yeah. - You'd be better off

with an organic graph, wouldn't you?

What do you think, Harry?

- Roe, that's for you. - Have you done anything with

- lab animals? - Thanks.

There's nothing here.

What do you think?

Is it ethical?

Hey, the plane's here.

What kind of Mickey - Are you guys ready?

Mouse question was that?

Jesus Christ.

He's tired, D.J.

He's been laying numbers like that

since he got here yesterday.

What the hell is wrong with him?

He's tired.

Well, that doesn't give him the right

to treat me like shit.

I mean, if there is - Hey, Donnie, take it easy.

A demand for it, what the - Let it ride.

Hell's wrong with filling it?

Get an extra cup of coffee?

You know, you might be able to franchise out this.

What?

This operation.

You need a name for it if you're gonna sell franchises.

Something catchy yet tasteful.

Well, not too tasteful.

I mean after all, you wanna sell the thing.

And how are you gonna advertise

a little thing like this without offending public decency?

It's a word of mouth kind of thing.

It'll sell, don't worry, it'll sell.

Are you really sure?

Sure I'm sure.

Listen, who wouldn't pay for a bigger dick?

Come on, we're not all these angels.

You haven't seen the man since last year.

Take it easy on him.

He went to a lot of trouble organizing this thing.

Have you thought about the offer yet?

What?

The institute.

Come in with us, Harry.

That way at least I'll get to see

your ugly puss once in awhile.

I never see you anymore.

No one sees you anymore.

Look, we've been all over this before.

Lakeview lets met run neurology my way,

and that's the way I like it.

So don't start.

Who's starting?

Who's starting?

If you wanna work your guts out for peanuts, be my guest.

But let me point out a few things to you, sir.

A, Lakeview is well known snake pit

not fit for human habitation.

B, you're a first class surgeon.

C, they need you.

D, one of these mornings you're gonna wake up

needing them and then F, they've got you by the balls.

And what have you got to show for it?

A lot of worthless glory.

Those bastards at Lakeview don't give a damn

if you burn yourself out, Harry.

They'll just get another genius

with an inflated ego and burn him out.

I'll take my chances.

Like Marty, he cracked up doing what you're doing.

Well, Marty had other problems.

He was one of the best surgeons I ever saw.

He still is.

He's a juice artist, Harry.

A juice artist.

About all he does these days

is reduce hernias and sign death certificates

at that steel mill he works at.

Well, at least he tried.

Now where did you,

how far do you say it is from here to the rim again?

- The Cauldron? - Yeah.

Mile, mile and a quarter.

Stay west of this ridge.

What about black flies?

- They're in. - Hey, D.J.?

- Yeah? - You didn't tell us it was black fly season.

For Christ sake, Abel,

they are just little black flies.

Well, are there many of them?

Millions.

Well, golly.

Alright, men, we're on our way.

- Alright. - God help the natives.

We wanna know why we can't land on the river itself?

What's that?

The river, why can't we land on it?

Because there's not enough water.

Because there's not enough water.

There's not enough water.

We're 225 air miles from the nearest cathouse.

And there ain't a place to land

except two piss holes on the rim of the Cauldron.

That's one hell of a trek you fellas

have got yourself headed on.

It's only 15 miles.

Yeah, 15 miles of loon shit, bear shit,

moose shit and every other kind of shit shit.

That river's in the middle of the Cauldron,

and the Cauldron's in the middle of nowhere.

Hey, you two fellas brothers, hey?

Yeah.

Holy Mexican Jesus.

Two doctors in the same family.

I'll bet your folks find you pretty damn handy.

We're indispensable.

It's a little early for that, isn't ti?

- Hey, look, I got something... - Jesus.

Just pull it back a bit, Doc.

I got something I want you fellas to see.

Hey, now, ain't that something else?

That's a winner alright.

Thank you.

Of course.

Looks like somebody tried

to pull your asshole out through your armpit.

Six days from today around noon.

See you then.

Good fishing.

How about the same place in a year?

Once a year.

It's called the Cauldron of the Moon.

See the Indians believed the moon

bumped into the Earth here,

and made this huge imprint called the Cauldron.

What, were the Indians on peyote?

Doesn't look as if the moon bumped into the Earth to me.

Okay, now hold it.

To the Indians, this whole area is good medicine.

Well, here we are.

Five little medicines

on their way to the one big one.

- Okay, stand by. - Is this a take?

- Yeah, it's a take. - Terrific.

- Cheese. - Cheese.

- Cheese. - Cheese.

I'd like this other way.

No, once we get beyond the next row,

it's clear sailing.

Alright then, Abe, you alright?

Yeah.

Just tough to get around here.

Is this the only way to come, for Christ sake?

It's not far now.

That's that spot.

You might as well hold on, you're afraid he'll trip us.

- Thank you. - Yes, sir.

- You good? - Yeah.

You wanna do that again, I didn't get a shot of it.

Christ.

Lost the watch.

Too late for that, I've got my camera.

- Jesus. - To the left.

- Jesus. - Now where are you at D.J.?

It's shallower.

Nothing's shallow.

- Did you give up? - It's shallower.

- Here. - Fuck.

Frig you laughing at?

Wait a minute.

Hey, thanks a lot.

Look out.

- Give me your... - Get ahold of yourself.

- Give me your, your hand. - We're dangerous.

Shit.

Is it deep there?

Yeah, it's deep, watch your camera, will you?

Shit.

Hold the camera.

Hold my camera.

Christ.

Where's your tripod?

- Okay. - Might have lost

- two of my men. - Here, take my camera.

Alright, you guys, take the camera.