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[ PLANE ENGINE ]

Hello. McCarthy calling. McCarthy calling. Hello?

Any luck, Mac?

No, I can't even scare of the news broadcast.

Where do you think we are?

Search me, we lost a few hours ago.

Probably somewhere between Cuba and Puerto Rico.

- Is it that bad? - It ain't good.

Oh oh. I know that wasn't cut out to be no blackbird.

You had those weather guides that you all set up,

we wouldn't have gotten into this mess.

If that new navy base gets a weather bureau now, it'll be a miracle.

But Mr. Bill,

is this the spot where admiral Wainwright's plane turned up missing last week?

Yeah.

Oh oh, look out, Admiral, here we go.

Try to contact him again, Mac.

Hello, McCarthy calling. Plane C-108 calling.

Why don't somebody answer? We're lost, do you hear? Lost.

Not a murmur.

- How is the gas oil? - That's something else again.

Well, there are plenty of small islands down here,

better get down, find a spot for landing.

- That's what I... [ VOICES ON THE RADIO ]

Wait a minute, there's something coming in.

[ VOICES ON THE RADIO ]

It's a new lingo to me, I don't understand it.

Think we're near a radio station?

From the way it's coming in we must be right over the transmitter.

That's a break.

I'm going down and take a look.

Hold on, boys.

There's a clearing ahead, I think I can make it.

Think? Ain't you say "think"?

[ PLANE ENGINE ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ] "Rest in peace".

If that means what I think it means,

they sure don't waste no time around here.

Wait a minute... Wait a minute, they can't do this yet to me.

Let me out here. Let me out of here. Let me out of here.

- Now, let me out of here! - Hey, what's the matter with you?

Is that you, Mr. Bill? Did they have you in a hole too?

What are you talking about?

What do you mean "have me in a hole"?

- Are we dead? - Of course we're not dead.

I thought I was a little off colour to be a ghost.

Oh, there's no such thing as ghosts, Jeff.

[ WORRYING MUSIC ]

What was that then?

[ WORRYING MUSIC ]

That's no ghost, come on.

I can't, my foot don't took the route.

What are you trying to do, scare us to death?

Hey, you're hurt.

I'm all right, just a crack on the noggin.

Where are we?

Search me, it looks like somebody's marble orchard.

Graveyard.

It's a fine spot for a crack up.

Yeah, let's look around, somebody must live around here. Come on.

[ DRUM MUSIC ]

Quiet, what are you trying to do? Wake up the dead?

[ DRUM MUSIC ]

What's matter? Do you hear something?

No, sir, just my heart trying to jump out of my chest.

- That's drums. - Drums?

That's my cue for me to start parading out of here.

[ DRUM MUSIC ]

Look. It's a creepy looking place.

Sure dark. Suppose anybody lives in there?

In that haunted house?

If they do, they sleep on slabs.

Let's find out.

Not me. You're going in and I ain't going in that mausoleum.

I'm gonna stay right here until I change my mind.

Wait a minute, I have changed my mind.

[ DRUM MUSIC ]

Ring the bell, Jeff.

Mr. Bill, you're the one who wants to go in there, you ring the bell.

[ DOORBELL RINGING ]

Sound like an ice cream man.

There's nobody here.

Who is that?

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

Welcome to my humble home.

- Thank you. We were just... - I know,

your plane crashed in the jungle.

Oh, yes, how did you know?

Very little happens on this island that I do not know about it.

Momba, we have guests, take them to the library.

Have these gentlemen's bags brought in.

Oh, excuse me, gentlemen, may I introduce myself?

I'm Dr. Micklos Sangre, laid of Vienna.

Follow me.

Mr. Bill, let's get out of here.

Oh, don't be silly, Jeff, go on. Mr. Bill, let's get out of here.

Oh, don't be silly, Jeff, go on.

Oh, that man ain't no doctor, there's something wrong here.

Well, that's slim gallery.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

You must forgive us, please, if we seem unprepared,

visitors are rare in this house.

I'm afraid we're the ones to apologize, doctor, for walking in on you like this.

Not at all, it's a pleasure, I can assure you.

I'm Bill Summers, this is Mr. McCarthy...

- Glad to know you, doc? - My valet, Jefferson.

Uh, Jefferson Jackson is my name.

You see, I was named after my grandpappy.

He was the president of the... knights of the Pink Goddess...

- Oh, you have been hurt. - It's nothing, just a crack on the head.

Nothing, you say?

The slightest injury on this island often proves fatal.

- What do you mean? - The climate and yet...

Yet what?

They say that evil spirits lurk here, waiting to pray... on the inroad.

- Ha, that's a lot of bunk. - Maybe.

How about a spot of brandy to warm you up?

Fine.

Momba, [ FOREIGN LANGUAGE ]

My servant intrigues you?

Is that one of the spirits that you were talking about?

Momba no. It's true he reflects the mood of this house,

but he's not as sinister as he looks.

Gentlemen, the finest brandy in all Europe.

I brought it here myself.

To your arrival.

The most fortunate accident for me.

I'm afraid our arrival was no accident.

You mean to say you came here purposely?

No, not in the sense you mean.

We were on our way to the Bahamas when the storm blew us off our course.

We heard your broadcast, so here we are.

- Broadcast? - [ BILL NODS ]

You must be mistaken, there was no broadcast from this island.

Your ears must have played you tricks.

There is no radio within miles of here.

However, boats do stop here fairly often.

How often?

Well, the next one is due in about two weeks time.

However, I hope you will be my guest in the meantime.

Very goodhearted, doctor, thank you.

Well, that's settled then, let me show you to your rooms.

Didn't we just leave him downstairs in the library?

Oh, he wanted to make sure that your room

was warm and comfortable before you got here.

He sure got around here fast, don't he?

Mr. Summers, this is your room.

Mr. McCarthy's, your quarters are joined.

Excuse me, Mr. Doctor, but didn't you forget something?

I think not.

- No? - No.

- What about me? - You will be taken care of.

- That's what I'm afraid of. - In the servant's quarters.

- Momba will show you the way. - Momba? That goblin?

Do I have to go with him alone?

He won't hurt you if he likes you.

And if he don't?

Oh, Mr. Bill, does I have to? Can I stay up here with you?

No.

You understand, I don't wish to be harsh,

but it might set a bad example for the other servants.

Certainly. It'll be all right, Jeff.

- For who? - Momba.

[ SPEAKS FOREIGN LANGUAGE ]

[ CHUCKLING ]

You ain't, by any chance, a member of the mystic night of the Pink Goddess, did you?

No? Harlem never was like this.

Dinner at eight o'clock. Make yourselves at home.

And I'll get something for your head, Mr. McCarthy.

Thank you, Doctor.

- What do you think? - I don't know what to think.

Are you sure we were flying over this island

when we picked up that broadcast?

I could swear it on a stack of Bibles.

Ain't you notice the lingo he was talking at that banshee?

- You mean it was the same? - Nothing else but.

It was the same bladder we heard on the radio,

and I wouldn't be surprised if it was the same voice.

[ DOOR OPENS ]

Oh, pardon me, I should have knocked.

Here you are, Mr. McCarthy.

your head will be as good as new in no time.

Phew! If it was in me, I sure would be pale now.

Samantha.

Well, I do declare! How do you do, bright eyes?

- Where did you come from? - Alabama.

Alabama, ain't that nice.

After Momba battling around with a hatchet face,

you is a pleasant surprise.

Is you my little associate?

Well, if I ain't that's what I'm thinking of. [ CHUCKLES ]

Hey, who is that, Methuselah?

Tahama.

I know a museum that would give a fortune just to have her on the glass.

- What's a museum? - That's where they keep dead things.

- Oh, like here. - Huh?

- What's cooking? - That's brew.

Brew? Palm brew at this day and age?

Why don't you, people, know that prohibition has been repealed?

Taste.

Okay if I do.

- [ SPITS ] - How's it taste?

I don't know but it ain't cautioned.

- What's it for? - It's a magic potion.

For scan away the evil spirits.

Evil spirits? Good gracious!

Well, are there evil spirits around here?

Why, sure, the place is crawling with.

- And that ain't all. - Well, is there more?

More? You ain't heard nothing, just wait till you see the zombies.

- Zombies? What's them? - Dead folks.

- That walk around. - They don't! Yeah?

- Especially here. - Why here especially?

Because this is where they close to bed.

They is all over this place.

And all you have to do is clap your hands, and they comes a-running.

[ THREATENING MUSIC ]

Who is they? Who is they?

- Zombies. - Ugh!

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

What kept you so long?

Ugh!

Mr. Bill. Mr. Bill? Mr. Bill!

- What's the matter, Jeff? - I've seen them.

- You saw what? - They're all over the place,

- they're everywhere. - What's everywhere?

Hands, big black one, with frozen faces.

With eyes that looks at you and they don't see nothing.

What's he talking about?

Oh, zombies! Mr. Bill, let's get out of here,

this place is a walking cemetery.

Wait a minute, Jeff, what's this all about?

- What's a zombie? - Well, a zombie there's...

- Mr. Bill, is... - SANGRE: A living dead.

- A living dead? - That's it, that's what it is.

Dead folks was too lazy to lay down.

Your servant seems to have learned a lot in the short time he has been here.

Nothing I'm willing to unlearn just as quick.

- I'm afraid Jeff's been saying things. - It ain't the truth.

Where did you see these... zombies?

Mr. Bill, I saw him down into the kitchen.

They walked in there just like they owned the place.

Undoubtedly some of my servants.

No sir, not them babies.

They were as fugitives from their undertakers.

If it is true what he says,

it might be amusing to see these creatures for ourselves.

- In the kitchen you said? - Yes sir, that's where I've seen them.

Shall we investigate?

It sounds a little crazy. Sorry of me, I guess.

- How about you, mate? - Yeah, sure. I don't mind.

Superstition plays a very important part in the life of these west Indian natives.

Uh... of course.

This is our kitchen. Crude and rather antiquated,

but adequate for our simple needs.

- Samantha. - Yes, Master?

Have you seen any zombies here?

No, Master.

Have you, Tahama?

Tahama cooks for the living, not the dead.

You see?

You better get yourself a pair of glasses, Jeff.

Oh, Mr. Bill, I don't need no glasses. I saw them with my own eyes.

Samantha, you were standing right beside me

when them two perishables walked in.

The only perishable thing around here is you, big boy.

You've been dreaming.

Dreaming? I never drift a dream like that in my wildest nightmares.

Mr. Bill, they was the real McCoy.

He tasted my brew, made him drunk.

[ CHUCKLING ]

Mr. Bill, don't pay no attention to her,

I wasn't drunk, you got to believe me.

You better take it easy, Jeff, and lay off that brew.

Now that we have convinced ourselves that were no zombies here,

let's retire to the library.

- That's for me. - No, you stay here.

Look out for more zombies.

Woman, you is a prevaricator.

Don't you prevaricate me?

You didn't see no zombies, you just think you did.

Think? I don't think that good, I've seen them and you did too.

You told me that all I had to do was to clap...

Stop him!

Don't do that.

I thought so.

Mister, there's something that ain't never no good for nobody to do no time.

Much less going around blabbing off your big mouth about.

You mean that Mr. Sangre

don't like for nobody to know that he got zombies around here?

That's right.

- How come? What do he do, grow them? - No, but he sure cultivates them.

- What for? - That's his own business.

And if you're smart, you'll keep your big nose out of it.

Is you telling me...

Alyce, you're down early, my dear.

Permit me: my wife, Madame Sangre.

Mr. Summers, Mr. McCarthy, our guests.

- How do you do, Madam Sangre? - How are you?

My wife isn't quite... herself.

She suffers from a strange malady which I'm trying to cure.

Here is a peculiar case in contrast to that of the zombies

which your servant claims to have seen.

Well, supposedly they are dead

yet to attain a certain amount of animation.

She lives, yet walks, in the land of those beyond.

Forgive us if we've intruded,

I didn't know you preferred drinking alone.

I was a little nervous, I thought it might make me feel better.

Of course.

Permit me. Mr. Summers, Mr. McCarthy.

Miss Barbara Winslow, my niece.

By marriage. The doctor...

I mean my uncle, has told me of your unfortunate accident.

How long do you suppose it will take you to repair a plane at leave?

Barbara, how can you talk of leaving to our guests

when they have only just arrived?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it that way.

You see, my niece doesn't like this little island.

She can only think of it in terms of departure.

Any place that don't set well with me, Miss, I have some leaves.

Unfortunately that's easier said than done.

None may leave this island as if he so chooses.

How's that?

Of course I'm only speaking about myself and my family.

You see, being Austrian refugees, had to flee here without passports.

Uh... we had no choice.

- But we're different, huh? - Naturally.

You wouldn't be on this island if it hadn't been through your crash.

- Isn't it so, Mr. Summers? - Well, that's about this island

You know, I'm beginning to think these islands are bad luck for planes.

Oh, I don't understand.

About a week ago, one of our navy planes disappeared, the same region.

- Oh. Anyone of importance? - Yeah, Admiral Wainwright.

- One of our ranking admirals. - He was on his way to Panama.

Mission of some sort for the government.

How unfortunate.

Well, of course... I will inform the natives, first thing in the morning,

and if they can learn of your admiral, I will... certainly let you know.

- Thank you, Doctor. - Excuse me.

I see you take an interest in my collection.

Yeah, they are kind of curious.

They constitute my hobby, gathered from all over the world.

Relics, symbols... of black magic,

lycanthropy, voodoo...

- If I so. - If I so.

- You are Irish, are you not? - Sure, anybody can see that.

Well, that should be of special interest to you.

- Why me? - Because it comes from your country.

The ceremonial masque won by the ancient druid hight priests

during the rites of transmigration.

MAC: Transmigration?

Yes, it means the transfer of the... soul of the dead to the body of the living.

Ain't that kind of tap on eleven?********

[ GIGGLES ] Perhaps so.

But I know of many who would benefit by a new soul.

Lots of people don't believe in that junk anymore, Doc.

Well, I hear that in an island a good many do.

I don't know about that.

Dinner is served!

Very interesting, Mr. McCarthy, isn't it?

Very.

The inconvenience of the material body always demanding to be fed.

Come, my dear.

The idea of me doing skull duggar in the kitchen

Well, that ain't no business for a man who is used to resulting with big shots.

Who are you trying to fool?

Well, the only big shot around here is your pal, Doctor Sangre.

And I sure know you ain't no pal of his.

I don't intend to be.

That doctor Sangre is a little shot compared with Mr. Bill.

- Who say? - I said, and you know why?

- Did you hear me inquire? - It's a secret.

But I'll tell you if you promise not to tell a living soul.

Oh, I won't. Leastwise not no living soul.

Leastwise?

Why, woman is you keeping company with a zombie?

Does I look like a widow?

What's the secret about Mr. Bill?

Well, he's on a little special business for the governor.

- [ AMAZED ] Yeah... - [ JEFF NODS ]

Yeah, they're gonna send him all the way to the Bahamas.

[ MOMBA SPEAKS A FOREIGN LANGUAGE ]

- Hey, what's up? What's up?! - It's almost 12 o'clock. Witching hour.

Witching hour, what do that mean?

It means you'd better be in bed or Hex will get you.

Hex! Hex!

The feeding type and he likes dog meat.

Dog meat?

You don't have to play no second chord for me to find out who that mean.

- Where's that bear? - You stay here.

Oh, mister, I got a date with a dream.

You stay here.

Couldn't we flip a coin or something to see if I stay or else?

Pay no attention to anything you see or hear.

[ CHUCKLING ] Pleasant dreams.

Nighty-night, sugar pie!

Remember.

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

I cannot forget to remember.

Don't worry, mister, I couldn't get out of here if I wanted to.

Boy, I'm petrified!

Where there's light there's hope.

Boy, I need all the hope that I can dig up tonight.

Sure wish I'd learned to burn the candle on both ends.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

There's no legend.

If I just could get a couple of

napoleonic streetlights, I could really sleep.

Witching hour, nothing in my hands

and I'm caught in the kitchen.

[ CLOCK STRIKES TWELVE ]

My goodness! Fire eaters!

[ SINISTER MUSIC ]

Don't come close to me. I ain't no fellowman.

[ COMICAL MUSIC ]

- Goodnight, gentlemen. - Goodnight, Doctor.

Mr. Bill, they after me. They after me.

Now what?

The zombies, they've been trying to get me.

Again?

Is your servant always like that, Mr. Summers?

This ain't no laughing matter, Dr. Sangre.

You fooled me once before but you can't do it this time

because I've seem them with my own eyes.

He seems to be troubled with hallucinations.

No sir, zombies that's what I'm trouble with.

You know what, Mr. Bill? They tried to have me for dinner.

[ CHUCKLING ] Nonsense. Zombies don't eat meat.

That ain't the way I heard it.

Oh, the crack must have given him a concussion.

You'll be all right in the morning, Jeff, as soon as you've had a good night's rest.

You're right about me needing rest,

but I can't get a sleeping down there in that Mo.

Then stay up here with us.

Mr. Bill, these are the joyfullest words that I ever heard.

We have so much room in this house, there's no need for him to sleep here.

- I'll give him an opiate. - You ain't giving me nothing.

But this is so irregular.

Let him stay here, doc, I know how he feels and I don't blame my bet.

Oh, forgive me. I forgot, after all he is your servant.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night, Doc.

Good gracious on me!

- This joint gives me the willies. - I second the motion.

I'm not crazy about it either, but there's nothing we can do about it.

That's what you think.

Nobody leaves this island, huh? I'm getting off if I have to swim.

And me right behind you.

You know that Dr. Sangre has got the Hex on us.

Now you're both jumping at your own shadows.

Shadows?

I don't throw them kind of shadows of that sort down in that kitchen.

Mr. Bill, this place is zombified, but good.

Ah, forget it, Jeff.

There may be something to that zombie gag, Bill. I've heard of them.

Oh, go on. When a man's dead he's dead.

But supposing he's dead and he don't know it?

Forget it, want you, Jeff? Go on to bed.

- Where am I going to sleep? - Sleep down on the couch.

Yes, I will.

[ WHIRRING SOUND ]

Hey... what's that?

That's a generator as sure as the shamrocks in Ireland.

Maybe is for electric lights.

Have you seen electric lights around here?

Maybe they've screwed them in here.

There's only one reason for a generator to be on this island.

- Radio! - I don't get it.

Why would he lie about the radio when...

That's one of the things that got me mixed up.

But let me tell you this:

if we live through the night and that radio on the plane is okay,

I'm gonna camp on it tomorrow like a scare of a gun boat.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ WORRYING MUSIC ]

[ WORRYING MUSIC ]

[ SHOUTING ] Mr. Bill, Mr. Mac!

- What's the matter? - What happened?

Everything happened.

First it was zombies and then it was Hex and now is a lady ghost.

She come right through that wall.

Now look, Jeff, the first couple of times it was funny,

but now you're going too far.

Alive, Mr. Bill, she walked right through that wall.

Oh, your imagination, go on back to bed.

Imagination!

Why, Mr. Bill, my imagination ain't that strong?

Imagination couldn't drop this, could it? Look at it.

What is it?

It's an earring.

- Where did you say she went? - She walked right through that wall.

Just like she flew in the air. Right here, Mr. Bill.

I'll show it to you too.

She walked right through this wall, and don't ask me how she done it.

All right, solid as a rock.

Any idea who she was?

I didn't ask the lady her name, I was doing pretty good just looking.

What do you say, you still think he's crazy?

Well, I'll tell you better in the morning.

The next time you see anything like that, hang on to it.

If I do it's got to catch up with me first.

[ DOORKNOB RATTLING ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

Nothing.

Looks like even the doorknobs are haunted around this joint.

Well, I'm gonna find out what this is all about right now.

With all this hands around here, does we have to go looking for him?

- You can stay here, Jeff. - No, sir. Wherever thou goes, I'll go.

- I hope it ain't too far. - Keep your eyes open.

Let's have a look downstairs.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- As quiet as a tomb. - A tomb?

Shh!

[ WORRYING MUSIC ]

- Mac. - Yeah?

- We better split up. - You don't mean three ways?

Mr. Bill, I think two is better.

Look, Jeff, where did you say you saw those things?

Oh, Mr. Bill, you ain't going down in that zombie nest.

- Where is it? - Back in the kitchen.

- That's for me. - All right, I'll look around up here.

Okay, come on, Jeff.

- Who, me? No, sir... - Shh!

Oh, Mr. Mac, I ain't got no business down there.

I'll down, you gotta show me the way.

Does I have to? Can I draw you a map or something?

No, go ahead, Jeff, you're wasting your time.

Oh, my goodness, right out of the skillet into the frying pan.

I couldn't win the night if I had cooked it back.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ WORRYING MUSIC ]

Oh, it's you.

Do you always sneak up on people like that?

Not always. Tonight it seems to be the custom.

I thought I'd return your call, you mind?

- My call? - It's rather late for research, isn't it?

There were some things I had to know.

So I noticed.

When you want to know a thing, you really after it, don't you?

Would you mind, please, telling me what you're driving at?

Not at all.

This prowling act of yours, what's the idea?

Oh it's my aunt, I'm so worried about her.

She is hypnotized, doesn't she?

I don't know, I think so, I...

You don't think I did it, do you?

Well, I'm in no position to accuse anybody of anything.

Look, Mr. Summers, I've got to get my aunt off this island.

She's been this way ever since she came here.

I'm afraid if we don't do something soon

something dreadful is going to happen to all of us.

Well, I've got to trust somebody around here, that's a cinch.

But in order to help you you've got to help us.

I'll do anything... anything I can.

We think Dr. Sangre has a radio transmitter concealed on this island.

I thought that for a long while.

I don't know where he keeps it,

but there must be one because he's always getting messages from somewhere.

- You think you could find it? - I'll try.

Swell.

We'd better get back to our rooms, is there anything else?

- Not now. - I'll see you in the morning.

Where'd those zombies come from?

They didn't, they sprouted, just like mushrooms.

With a description like that they ought to be very easy to find.

That's just what I'm afraid of.

- Well, let's have a look around. - Not me, I'm gonna stay right here.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ CHUCKLING ] The tropics sure gives a man a colour.

Don't do that, Mr. Mac, you know my heart can't stand.

You know one thing, Mr. Mac, you see... [ SCREAMS ]

[ SHOUTING ] Mr. Mac!

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

Mr. Bill, the zombies got Mr. Mac.

Are you all right, Mac?

Yeah. Looks like I pulled another Brannigan.

It's not so bad, it's just a bump.

Yeah, two cracks on the bean on one night, how am I doing?

I heard someone cry out.

It was me and I wasn't dreaming.

Oh yes, we thought we heard something, doctor,

- we came down here to investigate. - So?

I got tangled up with one of your height men

and got the worst of the argument.

Too bad, I should have warned you.

Some of my servants act as gods at night.

You sure it wasn't a zombie?

Ridiculous!

He knows it wasn't a zombie, doctor, it's our fault.

We should have taken your advice and stay where we belong.

You're a sensible man, Mr. Summers.

Let's go back to bed, fellas.

I'm sorry, this won't happen again.

You know, the stump don't look half bad in the daylight.

Yeah, it almost makes last night seems like it didn't happen.

Don't kid yourself. That earring happened.

You know, I'm beginning to believe this thing was dropped on purpose.

- BARBARA: Good morning. - Good morning.

Howdy.

- I think you dropped this last night. - That? Oh, no that belonged to my aunt.

I'm so glad I was able to find you alone, there's something I've got to tell you.

- What is it? - It's about last night, it's...

[ DOOR OPENS ]

Good morning.

Having an interesting conversation, my dear?

Miss Winslow was just telling us about your island.

- That's right. - How thoughtful of her.

Did you sleep well last night?

Well, as well as we could with the storm and all.

Good.

I took the liberty of having some breakfast sent to your room.

I hope you didn't mind.

BILL: Not at all, it was unexpected treat.

You seem to admire my wife's earrings.

Oh, I was just...

SANGRE: My wedding present to her.

- Very unique. - Quite so.

I dare say there's not another pair like them in the world.

Really?

They were among the few possessions

which we were allowed to take out of the old country.

You don't say!

Well, while you are here, I want you to...

feel perfectly at ease and do as you like.

What are your plans for today?

I'm going down and take a look at the plane.

We're anxious to see what damage was done by the crash last night.

I see.

Would you care to join us, Miss Winslow?

- [ ENTHUSIASTIC ] Oh, I would love to... - No, no, that would be quite impossible.

My niece assists me as my secretary.

We have a lot of work to do, my dear.

- Some other time perhaps. - Certainly. Should we go, Mac?

- I'm all for it. - Enjoy yourselves.

- But don't forget luncheon at noon. - Thanks, Doctor.

Bill, let's have a look at that earring.

They're the same all right.

The only pair like them in the world, huh? I don't get it.

Neither do I. Barbara didn't drop it,

Madame Sangre couldn't have apparently, who did?

This is the most cock-eyed record I ever bumped, you know?

Well, I'm for getting out of it as quick as possible.

Let's get that radio started.

Bill, look there.

- What about it? - Ain't that a fresh grave?

So what?

You're in a cemetery where it's customary to bury people in fresh graves.

Yeah, but that's been dug since the storm last night.

Listen, are you getting those zombies on your mind too?

- You and Jeff make a great pair. - You still don't get it.

Take a look at that headstone.

That guy was buried over a week ago,

and somebody must have dug him up.

Come on.

Boy, will I be glad to get away from this joint?

It could have been worse.

- Hey Mac, come here. - What's the matter?

- How do you like that? - Somebody's dismantled it.

Dismantle it? I'll say they have. What next on this devil's island?

Mac, we're in a spot.

I don't know why, but somebody's trying to hold us here.

Trying to hold us, is it?

That Dr. Sangre and his druids and his zombies...

He better not try to pull any of his black magic on me.

Calm down, Mac, raving isn't going to get us anywhere.

I'm going to find that doc.

Are you crazy?

Do anything now to make him suspicious no telling what he might do.

Take it easy until we find out what he's up to.

Well, maybe you're right.

But there's one thing I can do and I'm gonna do it right now.

I said take it easy.

All I'm gonna do is trying to find that generator we heard humming last night.

Hey, that's an idea.

The old man's got a radio hidden away someplace.

We could sure use it. Let's go.

You'd better let me handle this.

Like you said, we don't want to make anybody suspicious.

And with two of us snooping around it might look so hot.

Okay, I'll go back to the house and try to get Barbara away from Doc

long enough to find out what she was trying to tell us.

- Think you can handle it alone? - A cinch. It's right up my alley.

My old man used to be a cop.

[ BILL CHUCKLES ]

[ DRUM MUSIC ]

[ WORRYING MUSIC ]

[ DRUM MUSIC ]

[ CHANTING IN AN UNKNOWN LANGUAGE ]

- Tahama. - Yes, Master.

- How much longer? - Soon, Master, soon.

Voodoo magic works slow, but it is sure.

The Admiral has fainted.

Your magic is no good, it puts him to sleep.

I am Mama Lye, High voodoo priestess.

I send him in trance so he talk.

Too slow.

He has valuable information that you must have at once.

The three men upstairs may be in the Secret Service.

You must make him talk, Tahama.

[ DRUMS AND CHANTS ]

[ WHIRRING SOUND ]

[ SPEAKS GERMAN ]

[ SPEAKS GERMAN ]

- Have another piece of pie, honey? - Already had two.

You already had six, but does you want another one?

Well, if you insist...

Boy, he's the most pious man I ever did see.

It ain't the truth.

I bet you none down in Harlem never baked you no pie like that.

- Oh, I don't know. - Oh, you ain't so smart.

I have an admirable one,

and it wasn't no common old valet like you neither.

- Is that so. - He was an exporter.

- Exporter? - That's right.

No that's fine.

- What did he have? - Bags, on the Pullman train.

- What become of him? - He was killed by a revolving queen.

- A revolving queen! - [ SHE NODS ]

You all sure have some fierce birds around this country.

- Do you miss him much? - Not much.

I sees him every now and then.

- You does? - Huh? He's Lazarus,

- that zombie you met last night. - Oh no, is that boy? Huh?

BILL: Jeff.

Oh, it's you, Mr. Bill. You sure give me a turn.

Have you seen Mac? He's been missing since early this morning.

No, sir, I ain't seen him. You don't think nothing happened to him.

I don't know what to think.

Don't mind me, Mr. Bill, I'm on your side.

You think we'd better go look for him?

All right. Before we go, run upstairs and get my gun in the bag, will you?

Would you go shoot somebody?

Don't ask any questions. Meet me in the library.

Yes, sir.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

Oh excuse me, mister Doctor, I'm in you own room.

No I hate either, this is Mr. Bill's room.

What you doing going through his bag?

- Jeff, I was looking for you. - Looking for me? In there?

I've got something to show you.

- You got something to show me? - That's right.

I know, Mr. Doctor, but I got business elsewhere.

Nonsense.

This is far more important.

Not to me, Mr. Doctor, what is the matter?

- Shh! - Oh doctor.

Watch.

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

That's where that lady went.

- What lady? - The ghost lady.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

The ghost lady?

Yes, she went right through there.

- Come. - Now, wait a minute, doc.

Wait a minute, Mr. Sangre.

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

Mr. Bill ain't going like this, where's you taking me?

Far.

[ WORRYING MUSIC ]

- Where's we going? - Shh.

[ WORRYING MUSIC ]

Jeff, gotta move on, we got...

You again. What are you doing in here? Where's Jeff?

I wouldn't know, sir.

It's gone. You know about this, you devil. Give me that gun.

- I had no gun, sir. - Don't lie to me.

Somebody has.

Where's Jeff? Where is he? And Mac, what's happen to him?

- I wouldn't know, sir. - You're gonna tell me or...

I said I wouldn't know, sir.

You wouldn't talk if you did know.

I'm gonna find him if I have to search every inch of this island.

- Yes sir. [ DOOR SLAMMING ]

Look at this watch.

See it move. Watch it.

You have seen nothing. You know nothing.

Repeat after me: "I have seen nothing, I know nothing."

[ WITH IMPERSONAL VOICE ] I have seen nothing, I knows nothing.

- I don't even know my name. - I don't even know my name.

- I am dead. - I'm... I have?

- Repeat! I am dead. - I am dead.

I am dead. I have returned to the land of the living.

I am a zombie. I am a zombie.

- I am a zombie. - I am a zombie.

I am a zombie, I am a zombie.

- Get over there where you belong. - Yes sir.

Move over, boys, I'm one of the gang now.

[ SHOUTING ] Mac? Jeff?

[ DRUM MUSIC ]

Mac? Mac, where are you?

Jeff?

[ DRUM MUSIC ]

[ DRUM MUSIC STOPS ]

ALYCE: [ MOANING ] No.

No.

No!

[ WORRYING MUSIC ]

No.

No.

Aunt Alyce, think. Think hard.

Remember, try to remember.

You've got to get over this.

You must speak to me. You must.

No.

[ WORRYING MUSIC - DOOR CLOSES ]

So you're mixed up in this mess too.

- Oh no, I was only trying... - I know what you were trying to do.

I thought Dr. Sangre was responsible for that, now, I see it's you.

I'm only trying to undo what already has been done.

Hypnotizing her still further?

But it's the only way, you must believe me.

I wouldn't believe you or anybody else in this mad house.

I suppose next you and your vultures will be after me.

Next?

Don't pretend that you don't know what happened to Jeff and Mac.

No, I...

Look.

[ WORRYING MUSIC STRIKE ] - Mac! Get some brandy.

Mac, tell me what's the matter? What happened? Where have you been?

It doesn't do any good.

- I hope you're satisfied. - No, I didn't.

I saw your friend enter from the jungle. Is anything that matters.

- What do you think? - Let's have a look.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

I was afraid of that.

He has contracted a very rare and dangerous jungle fever.

Is that so?

It paralyses the motor region of his brain.

He must have medical attention at once.

But you're a doctor, see what you can do about it.

I'm sorry, that's beyond my thoughts.

I thought so. You're going to let him die.

Not at all.

There's a native doctor in the village who knows more about this than I do.

You'll send for him at once.

Find Momba and send for Dr. Couillie.

You'd better put him into bed.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

Mr. Summers, this is Dr. Couillie.

- Charmed Mr. Summers, I'm sure. - How do you do, doc?

Dr. Couillie was educated in your country, America.

Precisely. This is the patient, I presume?

Yes, make it snappy, will you, doctor?

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

- I'm sorry, that nothing I can do. - Nothing? Are you sure?

Positive. This man has been dead since morning.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

I'm profoundly sorry about the death of your friend, Mr. Summers.

What has to be has to be, I suppose.

- Did you have to bury him so soon? - It was out of my hands.

The local law insists.

The climate and something even worse makes it necessary.

You mean this voodoo zombie business, huh?

This voodoo magic is far more real than you think, Mr. Summers.

You heard what Dr. Couillie had to say.

Oh, but that's impossible, dead since morning.

Things like that have happened before on this island.

There are even whisperings going on among the natives.

- That he was bewitched. - Bewitched?! But why? What for?

Maybe for playing into things that did not concern him.

[ MOMBA SPEAKS GERMAN ]

Excuse me.

- What is it? - The radio!

Word has just come through they must have the admiral's information at once.

- We've got to make him talk. - We might perform the ceremony.

The rites of transmigration.

Get everything ready. Inform Tahama, and get Madame Sangre to the dungeon.

- Madame Sangre? - You heard me. Hurry!

- Tahama, [ SPEAKS GERMAN ]. - I'll be right along.

I'll have to go, you've got to feed the zombies.

Me? I can't stand zombies and you knows it.

Do as you're told! And you'd better set another plate.

We're going to have company for dinner.

Company? You mean there's a new one?

That's right. The Irishman from upstairs.

[ TAHAMA CHUCKLES ]

Well, I do declare.

The old woman said we have a white zombie for dinner.

[ CLAPPING ]

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

- Company, halt! One, two. - Jeff.

Can we some dinner?

- What you doing in that line-up? - Don't bother me, woman.

- Can't you see I was a has been? - A zombie?

Nothing else but, and don't ask me my name

cause I don't know. I don't know nothing.

You ain't no zombie, zombies can't talk.

Can I hip it's 'cause I'm loquacious?

How'd you get this way?

I ain't telling nothing.

All I know is that I joined the club, and as a member I has privileges.

- What privileges? - Privileges to get fed.

There ain't no new development with you.

- Woman, where's my food? - There it is, help yourself.

Company, come and get it.

Where's the white one?

What white one?

The one who flew the plane you come in.

He's also one of the new recruits.

The only one I know about is the boys in my squad.

- Is this the best food you got? - The best.

For zombies that ain't the 6-bit deluxe special.

Just being a zombie sure is a drawback.

Where is the salt?

You eat that the way it is and likes it.

Zombies ain't supposed to use salt.

- I thought you said... - I changed my mind.

That's more like it.

Take it easy there, woman, I ain't no herring.

Now, eat.

Wooh! What is you trying to do, poison me?

How's your feeling?

- How should I feel? - You ain't feeling dead, is you?

'Cause if you is, then you is a zombie.

- And if I ain't? - Then you ain't no zombie.

The rule says: if a zombie uses salt, he dries up and gets dead again.

How do I look?

How do I look?

Take a look for yourself.

[ CHUCKLING ] Well, according to this, I ain't dead.

That's all I want to know. Then you ain't no zombie?

How you know?

'Cause when a zombie looks in the mirror, you don't see nothing.

That's me, all right.

Well, I ain't no zombie after all.

If I ain't no zombie and they is, what am I doing here?

Hey, where you going!

Jeff, where have you been? What are you doing coming out of there?

One at a time, Mr. Bill. I've just been reincarnated.

- [ SHOCKED ] You what? - I just got dezombified.

That's the facts, Mr. Bill, but that's all I remember.

Jeff, you've got to remember.

These zombies, did you see any of them?

I just got to eat dinner with them.

Were any of them white?

Why do you ask me that?

Samantha asked me the same thing down in the kitchen.

No, I'm just thinking of Mac. They were in such a hurry to bury him.

Bury him? Is Mr. Mac dead?

My goodness! Maybe he's the one that...

The one? Go on, what one?

I was digging in a graveyard.

[ CHUCKLING ] Can you imagine me digging in the graveyard?

What about the graveyard?

No, that couldn't have been me.

- Oh, but Jeff, you've got... [ WOMAN'S SCREAM ]

- What was that? - Sound like a woman's scream.

What one?

I don't know, but it sounded like Barbara, I got the flash light.

Off again.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

Down here.

I'm coming, but my heart ain't in it.

This way.

[ SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC ]

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

Madame Sangre!

That's what she got for trying to warn us.

- Whoever did it can't be far away. - You mean can't be too far away.

Jeff, look!

Eyes, if you look, I am responsible for nothing you sees.

Mr. Bill, ain't that a coffin?

It's Mac's.

You don't think he doesn't join up with the zombies, do you?

I don't know, but if that Sangre thinks he can use Mac's body to...

- What's the matter? - Listen.

[ DRUM MUSIC ]

What does that sound like to you?

I don't know, but it ain't Gene Krupa.

It's the same drums we heard the other night.

Voodoo drums. We gotta find them.

Oh, Mr. Bill, ain't we found enough in one day?

After this is no telling what he's up to. Mac might be...

- Come on. - I'm coming.

[ DRUM MUSIC ]

- Mr. Bill, does we have to do this? - Quiet, Jeff.

I ain't said a word.

[ SHOUTING - DRUM MUSIC STOPS ]

[ SHOUTING ]

In there.

[ SHOUTING - DRUMS STOP ]

[ CHANTING IN AN UNKNOWN LANGUAGE ]

That won't budge.

Jeff, you were down here? Don't you remember how you got in?

- I can't remember. - Think hard, we got to get in there.

Let me think...

[ CHANTING ]

[ CHANTING ]

Who are you? Speak!

Tell me, who are you?

I am... I am...

Admiral... Admiral...

[ CHANTING ]

Admiral Wainwright, what were your orders?

Go... to go.

- MOMBA: Stop! Stop! - Momba, you fool!

- She was just going to talk. - Unbelievers.

Outsiders come in.

Get them!

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

Mac, go back. It's Bill, Bill Summers, your pal. Go back.

Mac, go back.

[ OMINOUS MUSIC ]

[ SHOUTING ]

Stop! Stop! Stop them!

[ SHOUTING ]

[ GUNSHOTS ]

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

[ WOMAN SCREAMS ]

[ TENSE MUSIC ]

Did you contact the coast guard all right, Admiral?

There'll be a boat here for us in the morning.

- But how's your friend? - Those bullets didn't help him any.

He'll need a little patching up when that coast guard cutter gets here.

But he says he's raring to go again.

Say, by the way, how did that insane doctor manage to get you on this island?

Well he brought our plane down with a false radio beam.

Killed the crew and tortured me to get information

about our canal zone fortifications with his government.

He didn't succeed at first,

and then he decided to try this... voodoo business.

Oh, you mean those rites of transmigration he talked about.

Yes, that's right.

He tried to transfer the Admiral's information to my brain.

He was completely mad on the subject of hypnotism.

Half the island was under his spell.

First, he tried to use Madame Sangre as a subject,

when she broke under the strain, he used Barbara.

I hate to think what might have happened

if you hadn't turned those zombies against him.

You and me both.

If there's one thing that I wouldn't want to be twice,

zombies is both of them.

[ RESOLVING MUSIC ]

[ CLOSING MUSIC ]