 Hello there. This is the family doctor. Hey, Griff Miller. Going up to your office, are you? Yes, sir. Anything I can do for you? Well, now go right away. No. I reckon it's out there to be up to you. Well, I guess you're right, Griff. Well, come on up. Thank you, sir, as it used to be. Stair's gonna tuck me out. Well, I guess there isn't any hurry. We can take them slower. How's business at the Boathouse, Griff? Oh, tolerable for this type of season, I reckon. But, uh... I reckon his health is gonna be the last. Yeah, the last. What? Oh, gosh, to Friday, Griff, you've got a long time to live yet. Yeah, I guess you're right, Doc. That's just the trouble. What do you mean? Oh, there ain't nothing nobody can do about it. Just have to let it go, guess, yeah. Oh, there's lawyer Bates coming down the stairs. Howdy, Ralph. Yeah, howdy. I suppose he's threading Ralph Bates. What's he? I said, don't you know lawyer Bates? Oh, yes, yes. I know him all right. Well, you didn't speak to each other. Yeah, that's right, nope. We didn't speak to each other, nope. Yeah, step right in, Griff. Thank you. Can you sit right down, Doc? Kind of tuckered. Oh, it's right in that big chair. Feels good. Now, what seems to be the trouble? Well, I'll tell you. For about a week now, I've been getting dizzy, spare, sort of. Seeing a black spot in front of my eyes kind of worries me. Take off your coat, Griff. Open up your shirt. Going to cut me open? No, no. I'm just going to do a little sounding. Griff, have you been doing any hard work on those boats of yours? Well, no, not to speak of. Got to keep them in shape, of course, but I've been getting the Maynard twins to do the most of it. Pay them 25 cents an hour after school. I see. What's that for, Doc? I'll let them put it around my chest. Oh, just trying out a theory. Now, Griff, when I place this stethoscope to your chest, you just sit there in a natural-like and breathe. That's it. What is it, Doc? My heart. Yes, Griff. It's your heart. That's what I thought. Yep, that's what I thought. How old are you, Griff? How old? Well, let me see. Then I was too old to join up with TR and the Rough Riders in 98. Well, record them past 70. That's about all I can recollect. Now, you tell me the truth, young man. Haven't you been doing some extraordinary hard manual labor lately? No, no, no, Doc. I swear I ain't. The Maynard twins have been doing it all. Then you've got something on your mind. Well, uh... What's fretting you? Oh, Doc, I can't stand it. Well, tell me about it. You know, a doctor has to keep lots of secrets. I guess that's right. Well, it's this way. My daddy had their boat house up the Miller's Laker for me, and his daddy for him, Grand Daddy Lyce Miller, he discovered it. We Millers sort of took it for granted, I guess, that it... Well, that it belonged to us. Yep, belonged to us. Well, doesn't it? Well, this is Saturday afternoon. It belongs to us Millers. Maybe in the last belongs to us up till Monday morning. What's going to happen then? Doc, Doc Adams, I don't like to complain, but, well, I got myself in for a mortgage on the place three years ago, just in order to get some new canoes and some of the new fangled-out board motors, as they call them. Yep, there's a mortgage on the place. And is the mortgage due now? No, no, no, not that. The principal ain't due for another seven years, but, of course, there's always a interest to pay. Well, I told you, now, business has been pretty good this season, but it ain't, Doc. Doc, it ain't at all. It's been, well, as the young folks say, it's been lousy. And you can't meet your interest payment right now, is that it? Yep, that's it. Well, who holds the mortgage on your property up there to the lake? Oh, well, I don't think that makes no difference. You don't make... Gryff? Yep, Doc. Who holds that mortgage? Well, uh, like a bitch. That's what I thought. How's that? Never mind. Hey, Gryff, I'm going to give you some pellets to take. I want you to take these, just as you get up in the morning and just before you go to bed at night. Just as you say, Doc. Two each time, twice a day. And don't you forget them? No, no, I won't. I reckon it's how they'll help them out, Doc. Yes, they will. But they won't do it all. Gryff, you've got to stop worrying. About the boats, or the canoes, or outboard motors, or the mortgage. You understand? Well, yep, Doc, I understand. I know what you're getting at, but... I said not to worry, Gryff. I'm your doctor. You let me worry about everything. Well, thank you, Doc. It's mighty kind of a... Well... I reckon it might as well be getting back to the lake. Well, thank you, Doc. I'll pay you later for these here pills. Yep, I'll pay you later. Well, don't you worry about it, Gryff. Just you take them and let me worry about the paying. And drop in again, say, Monday morning. Thank you, Doc. Well, good night. Good night, Gryff. Well, Bates, the old skin-flint. Gosh, it's a Friday. And so it helped me. I don't think there's a thing I can do. Well, Bates, what in the name of good and bad happened to you? How should I know? That's what I called you for, to find out. Where have you been? Called you an hour ago. Well, you know what it is around the house Monday morning. No, I don't know. Well, let me take a look at you. How do you feel? Rotten. That's what I thought. What? Let me see your tongue. Say, what's my tongue got to do with it? Let me feel your pulse. Pulse? Well, all right. Just as I thought. What is it, Doctor? What is it? Very sullen. What? Oh, good. Heaven, what's that? It sounds terrible. It is. What did you say? Impossible. Chicken pox at my age. Impossible. No, it isn't impossible. It happens quite often. Sometimes it's quite dangerous, too, in many of your age, I mean. Dangerous? Oh, no, no, it can't be. Well, that's what it is. I'm certain of it. Chicken pox. And that means I'll have to place you in quarantine. Oh, yes. Yes, of course. What? Quarantine? You can't do that. I've got business to do. This is Monday morning. I've got a very important business transaction to take care of today. You can't put me in quarantine. I'll help you. You mustn't carry on so. It's bad for your heart with chicken pox. Well, I'll give Pete May a prescription for you, and he can send it up with Johnny. Oh, by the way, is this business transaction or yours anything I can take care of for you? Of course not. No small town doctor has enough brains to take care of anything. I just lose it. That's all. Well, maybe he won't be able to raise it today. Let's hope so anyway. Yeah, yeah, that's of course. Well, I'll drop round again this evening, Ralph. I'll see you then. Chicken pox at my age is preposterous. That's what it is preposterous. I say I'll give a thank you. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Let me see. I'll have to put this sign right here, I guess. Da-dee-doo-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Nice and yellow. Quarantine. How have you been feeling over the weekend? You look a lot better. Well, I feel better, Doc. Well, that's good. You haven't raised the interest on the mortgage yet, have you? No, no, babe. Thought while I was up here, I'd drop in on all your baits and tell them he might as well take the place over. Lawyer Bates won't be in his office today, Griff. Oh, he won't? No, no. He won't be down. How much was that interest payment, Griff? $73.47. Mm-hmm. I see. Yeah, just a minute. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. Da-dee-doo. There you are, Griff. What's this, Doc? A prescription? I know. It's a check. A check for $75. I'm taking a lien on your new canoes and motors, Griff. Just take that check down to the bank right away and get Judge Windsor to apply it against Ralph Bates' interest claim. And then go on back to the lake and take a rest. Oh, I can't do this, Doc. I can't... Now, listen, young man. Didn't I tell you last Saturday to let your doctor do the worrying for you? Oh, Doc. How can I thank you? Say, by the way, Griff, haven't you got a lot of poison oak up there around Miller's Lake? Poison oak. Law me doctors. There's tons of it. Wish I could get rid of it. Get rid of it? Oh, you'd better not, Griff. It may come in handy again sometime. In this house all day without anybody to take care of me with that plagued yellow sign out there in my front stew. Now, Ralph, I told you to keep yourself calm. Let me take a look at you. Hmm. There seems to be a little change. Change? Mm-hmm. It doesn't look like chicken pox this evening. What? What do you mean? What is it? It looks like poison oak. Poison oak. And you let me stay here. Let me out of here. I've got to find Sam Windsor. I've got to foreclose that mortgage. Mortgage? Oh, say, that reminds me. I saw Griff Miller this afternoon just after the bank closed. Griff Miller? Yeah. Told me he just paid the interest on his mortgage. He felt pretty spry about it, too. Then... Then it's too late. By the way, speaking of your poison oak, Ralph, they tell me there's a lot of it up around Miller's Lake. You don't suppose that's where you caught yours, do you? Sort of surveying around, like? Grant Adams, you old fox, hmm? You did that to me a purpose. What do you mean, Ralph? You made me think I had that plagued chicken pox just to give Griff Miller time to pay off that interest. You knew all the time I didn't have chicken pox, Ralph. Don't you realize you're scandalizing my professional ethics? Professional ethics. You're a doctor, Grant. And as such, you're bound to treat human ills. I guess you just can't help treating some of the mental ills of us humans along with the physical ones. Oh, now... I know, I'm right. I can see it in your eyes. Grant Adams, God bless you for it. This is the family doctor. I'll be in to see you again right soon. Goodbye.