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- Here you go, sir. - Thanks. Goodbye.

Enjoy your stay.

All done, let's go.

That's a statue of Christopher Columbus. He landed right here, you know.

Gimme a second.

- Mr. Wright? - Yes?

The management of Rancho Hotel welcomes you. The car is over there.

Excellent. I wonder if Christopher Columbus enjoyed a similar welcome!

- Freaking idiot! You crazy or something!? - I'm sorry, sir.

- Didn't you see us standing there!? - I don't know, I don't know.

You better learn to keep your eyes open, you incompetent fool!

To hell with your "don't knows!"

We're duly sorry and utterly mortified. Allow us to apologize for what happened.

- The van doors burst open! - Yes, it was an unfortunate accident.

Come this way, please.

- Hello? - Hi, it's me, Douglas.

I've got to see you immediately. I was crazy.

- I got to see you at once, I'm in danger! - Where are you calling from?

- Where the hell have you been? - I'm in Rue Leclerc 23.

I've brought the vial, I'll give it back to you.

- But hurry before it's too late! - All right.

Douglas?

Douglas?

Douglas...

You're getting better and better, Adonis. Don't stop.

Get in before the water gets too warm.

Well, I shall admit your business proposal is very tempting.

Convincing Williams would be much more complicated, though.

He's a peculiar, misguidedly idealistic individual.

A natural born quitter.

However, when one of my beauties got sick, he saved its life. Remember, Scipio?

I gave him a stuffed peacock out of gratitude.

It was a gorgeous specimen, truly.

Interesting.

We'll find a way to convince this peacock-saver of yours.

Amicable terms would be preferable.

My associates will stop at nothing, they're too interested in this discovery.

I do understand their concerns,

but such a delicate matter would require time, caution and finesse.

Nonsense, we have to act quick.

We don't want anyone getting ahead of us.

We'll do our best.

I know this country quite well, and I know how to deal with Williams.

A hallucinogen with such great erotic effects will interest plenty of people.

We can't afford mistakes. Any screw-ups will be paid dearly.

Mr. Peacock?

There's my boy. He will take you home.

Consider him and my car at your disposal, if you need to go somewhere else.

Thanks. Good night.

Be good and try not to get lost along the way, Adonis, understand?

Where's Crotz? Answer me!

- Where's Crotz? - I don't know!

You better talk if you don't want a beating. Where's Crotz?

I don't know.

- Come on, talk! - Tomorrow night at Rancho Hotel.

- To do what? - I don't know! I don't know!

- Spill it. - He's meeting someone, I dunno who.

So far your beloved Haiti has yet to impress me.

I Kinda expected that, you've basically lost your enthusiasm for anything.

You thought the heat of the tropics would have rekindled my flame?

That was more or less the plan.

Tourism won't save a broken marriage.

As much as you can't base a relationship on good will alone.

Sure.

What does your friend do?

Plenty of things: doctor, biologist, delusionist...

Brace yourself to meet an eccentric.

Eccentric how?

Like somebody with the means to have everything but happily lives with nothing.

Almost nothing, at least.

Boy, the sun around here is relentless.

You think your friend could show us around the city?

Who knows how busy he is with his job.

- Really? - Yeah, he likes breaking his back.

Looks like the house of the Addams Family.

It definitely looks a tad sinister.

Wait a minute.

Come on, Fred, there's nobody home.

We'll come back later, let's go!

Madam? Madam?

Can you tell me when Dr. Williams will be back?

I don't know, I don't know.

"Don't know." The people around here never know anything.

Dammit.

What the hell, man?! Look what you did to my car!

Can't you use your damn eyes?!

The car was stopped, you were supposed to see me!

Get lost! Get out of the way!

Forget it, Fred! Let's go, come on!

Gimme a break! Where the hell were you?!

Madam, he voodoo! He magic!

Madam, he voodoo! He magic!

He magic!

- I had to brake, didn't you see that? - Fred!

- No, I didn't! - Listen, I...

What are you doing in Port-au-Prince?

Williams!

You're the last person I expected to find here in Haiti!

- How are you? - I'm good.

- I've been looking for you all day. - You should have told me you were coming.

- What the hell are you doing here? - 'I' tell you everything later.

This jerk bumped his car into mine and...

Anyway, that girl's my wife, let me introduce you guys.

Grace, meet Williams.

Williams, meet Grace.

- Absolutely charmed. - Hello.

- Congratulations, pal. - Much obliged.

You're very nice.

Thanks for saving us from being lynched, by the way.

Nah, you'd have been fine. The locals are a peace-loving bunch.

- A tad curious and lazy, though. - Oh, well...

Why don't you join us at our hotel for a tropicana cocktail?

That sounds just right.

I'd love to, but I'm expected at the hospital.

I have a couple of serious patients to monitor.

- Thanks, anyway. I'm sorry. - Oh, I understand, of course.

We're staying at the Rancho Hotel.

Why don't you join us for dinner tonight?

Come on, why don't you say yes?

- Rancho Hotel? - Yes, we'll be waiting for you. All right?

All right.

- When? - Well, let's schedule for 7 pm.

We'll also have time for an appetizer.

I'm in. Rancho Hotel at 7 pm for a tropicana.

Greetings, Dr. Williams.

Boy, you're always so busy. You also dealing with road accidents now?

- Good morning to you. - Any developments on your two assistants?

Nothing, Inspector.

I've been meaning to ask you, actually.

We have only been able to find Douglas so far.

- That's good. - He was dead, Doctor.

That's bad, then.

A very odd death. Our coroner said his blood had been mixed with water.

Like he had an anemic condition, you mean?

We're just ignorant policemen.

His skin was paler than yours, Doctor.

I've never seen such a pale corpse before.

Truly peculiar.

Let me know if you hear anything about Crotz, your other assistant.

- Hey, Williams. - Good evening.

Good evening, here I am.

See? I gambled and lost, he's actually on time.

Damn it. What was that?

Something bit me! It burns like hell!

- Some animal bit me! Do something! - Somebody get a doctor!

- What's going on? - I need help, hurry!

- Call a doctor! - Don't squash the spider, bring it to me.

You can Kill it now.

Fred.

Open this.

- Just in time, I hope. - I'm sure of it.

It is fortunate that Dr. Williams was here.

I wonder how it came here, these spiders are very uncommon around these parts.

As if they can't stand our civilized ways.

I've never seen one here before. As an expert, I'm sure you can confirm it.

Their bite isn't fatal.

It's dangerous and madness-inducing, though.

But, as you said, it's unusual to find one around here.

Unless someone brought it on purpose, right?

Yes, I agree.

Excuse me.

I'll prescribe you some antibiotics. Get some rest now.

Thank you.

The hotel owner seems to have a high opinion of you.

Yes, he has something to make up for.

Dr. Williams, I cannot express you my gratitude for saving me from madness.

- Well... - Not that I want to repay my debt with this,

but would you accept an invitation to dinner tonight?

Thank you, but I'm already dining with my friends.

So am I, so that won't be an issue.

Your friends are my guests.

If I may be allowed to give you some advice, gentlemen.

This would be the perfect occasion to enjoy our new chef's iambi a la creole.

Iambi a la creole is Haiti's number one specialty.

The locals believe these mollusks to have a great effect on a man's virility.

Must be why they peddle them everywhere in the streets.

Hogwash! I've been eating them for 20 years and I felt no such effect!

Well, they're certainly preferable to spiders when it comes to local specialties.

Right, Mr. Garner?

By the way, I heard that you are an avid collector of arachnids.

Do you study them, Dr. Williams?

I used to. I stopped after realizing their venom could also poison my existence.

Garner's here.

This way, please.

You absolutely have to come see me one of these days.

- Oh, it would be lovely. - Indeed.

I'll be right with you.

Garner!

- Why, hello Prater! - What a nice surprise!

- A nice surprise indeed. - Haiti seems to be all the rage this year.

Seems like it, much warmer than New York at this time of the year.

- That's true. - Would you like to join us?

No, thank you.

I have a better idea, let's celebrate this meeting with a get-together after dinner.

I'd like to offer you a bottle of champagne.

- Very nice of you, thanks. - See you later.

- See you later, Prater. - All right!

- Here. - Thank you.

That's the last thing we needed.

I've always been interested in a so-called specialty of this country.

- Do tell. - Voodoo.

- I'm quite interested in magic. - Voodoo is a religion, not magic.

It's a real cult which originated from Dahomey, West Africa.

- A cult of spirits. - Yes, the loa.

Spirits acting as God's intermediaries.

It's Haiti's spiritual lifeblood.

Voodoo originated with slaves.

As an act of rebellion against French Catholicism.

Against their masters' religion, you mean.

The slaves had a saying:

"We are Catholic in front of our masters,

but we are Voodooists when they're not present.”

So the Catholic elements In voodoo were a facade?

Created by the Catholics themselves.

The locals use voodoo to find the answers to the mysteries of life and death.

They find protection in it, or even healing, love and pleasure.

Why is it usually considered black magic, then?

It's actually easy to explain, Mr. Garner.

Shamans and witches infiltrate this religion to practice their black magic,

in order to make pacts with evil spirits.

Pacts which inevitably meet the same end:

destroying whoever made them in the first place.

Well, I hope you're not buying that bullcrap.

Staying out of trouble in Haiti means not bothering witches and shamans, huh?

Not an easy task. Every Haitian might be one.

Like I said a million times already:

better to stay away from this kind of stuff, if one wants to avoid trouble.

Excuse me for a moment.

- I'd need an information. - Is Mr. Gordon back? He arrived last night.

I'm afraid it's not up to me.

- We hardly see each other anymore. - You're right.

Make no plans for tomorrow night.

Why isn't Williams back yet?

Hope some shaman didn't make him disappear.

Oh, I'm beginning to fear the worst!

It was just a joke.

In very bad taste, yes, but a joke nevertheless.

I'd tend to agree with what Dr. Williams just said.

Yet, as far as I know, the presence of an animal with its throat cut...

...could mean that a shaman will send the spirit of a dead person to kill one of us.

Oh, Williams, could you please take us to witness a voodoo ceremony?

- I'm just so curious to see it. - My, how time flew by tonight.

Now, now, you're also responsible for igniting my curiosity.

Will you be so kind to take us, Williams?

- Will you grant my wish? - All right.

- If you really insist. - It's a deal, then.

Hey, Garner! The champagne!

We'll go to Pétionville.

They're preparing their sacrifice.

- What sacrifice? - You'll see.

- Fred, you look nervous. - And with good reason.

This dance creates a spiritual unit between them and their goddess.

Then Erzulie will enter the body of a few chosen ones.

Then they'll sacrifice the bull.

I hope you're not squeamish.

They're preparing the bull before the sacrifice.

And now the women possessed by the goddess will drink the bull's blood.

Prepare to witness the most dramatic part of the ritual.

What's wrong with him?

He's dead. Get me a knife.

Just as I suspected. There's no blood, only lymph.

Hey, you're right. But how can it be?

Things that happen when the spirits punish men who go beyond their limits.

According to voodoo, at least.

We can only call the police.

I'm sorry for having to resort to such methods, Dr. Williams.

I'm a businessman and I hate violence in any form.

Alas, my associate deems it the best way to speed up a commercial agreement.

I have no agreements with you.

You hear the gentleman, Murdock?

Dr. Williams just said he has no business to negotiate with us.

What do you think?

Don't get too carried away, you might hurt him.

Poor Dr. Williams.

So? Are you ready to finalize our deal?

I already said I have no business deals with you.

You're too stubborn!

You have 48 hours to make a decision!

And you better not tell anything to the cops.

Murdock here doesn't fancy rats that much.

- He's better. - Bless the Lord.

As I said, the fame you achieved with some of your chemistry discoveries...

...has already surpassed the boundaries of our little island.

My friend Garner even came all the way from Boston, imagine.

He represents an important chemical firm. You should be flattered.

I'm sorry, Mr. Peacock, but like I said I devoted myself to being a doctor.

Oh, all of us appreciate your uncanny talent as a doctor.

However, it shouldn't prevent you to gain profit from your studies.

The firm I mentioned would spare no expense.

Too bad you'll have to disappoint your friend, then.

There's nothing I discovered that would interest his firm.

That's a real shame, indeed.

It pains me to see a friend throwing such a great opportunity out of the window.

By the way, did you hear about Douglas' death?

They wrote his body was white as chalk and...

Mr. Peacock.

I've been living in this country for a good number of years, just like you.

Here I managed to find the balance I couldn't find anywhere else.

I'd like to maintain it at any cost.

Therefore, I must ask you to stop insisting.

- It was a pleasure meeting you. - Oh, the pleasure was all mine.

His temperature has gone up, Doctor.

Let's see his medical chart.

Well?

He's not giving in, just like I feared!

He's clammed up like an oyster.

Maybe he's trying to protect someone.

- Probably himself, I'd say. - Nah, he's bluffing.

- I say there's something up. - But what?

Bring us two rums.

Let's examine the situation.

Williams had two assistants. One, Douglas, is dead.

- The other, Crotz, has vanished. - Exactly.

If Williams refuses to make a deal,

it could be because he's got nothing to trade anymore.

- Right? - Right.

The assistants might have stolen the formula from him, not just the sample.

And there's only one assistant left alive...

But his whereabouts are unknown.

You know, this situation feels like walking on a mine field.

All these bloodless bodies...

It happened both to Douglas and that man killed yesterday at the voodoo ceremony.

I mean, Crotz could have met that same fate.

Thanks.

Well, consider it your new assignment. You better get going.

Try to find any trace of Crotz, whether he's dead or alive.

I'll deal with Williams in the meantime.

See you tomorrow.

- Grace? Hello? - What?

- Do you want to buy it? - No.

I was thinking about the man who died at the voodoo ceremony.

You think it's actually true that when the god...

Well, if Williams said so...

Don't think about it.

- Grace! - What?

Look at those wooden sculptures.

Madam! Madam! Buy, not expensive.

- No. - Buy, buy, not expensive.

Not expensive, buy.

Buy, buy, not expensive.

Fred?

Madam...

Fred?

- Fred! - Buy this, Madam!

- Look how cheap and beautiful it is! - No, thanks.

Fred!

Fred!

Fred!

Fred!

No reason to be afraid of these folks.

They're just trying to sell you their goods, that's all.

Fred's disappeared. I can't find him, I don't know what happened.

He's probably around.

It's pretty easy to get lost around here, with all this chaos.

Yes, but I... I have a strange feeling.

He was here with me just a minute ago.

Relax, Fred's not a baby. He's probably looking for you as we speak.

Erzulie, the goddess of love and fertility.

- My gift to you, it's a lucky charm. - Please, Williams, you must do something.

All right, wait here.

Let me ask around if anybody has seen him.

Erzulie.

When her spirit enters the body of a woman she has chosen,

that woman will know the secret of life and happiness.

Desolated, but nobody has seen him.

I think I know that old woman from somewhere.

Nah, it's very improbable she's ever left this quarter.

Grace, I think you should go back to the hotel and wait for Fred.

No, I'm not going back to the hotel alone.

Well, I'm sure Fred did the most logical thing.

He went back to the hotel and is now waiting for you.

Why don't we call the police?

Their missing husbands department?

Could you please walk me back to the hotel, Williams?

I'd feel a lot safer with you.

As you wish, but I have to take care of something first.

- I'll come with you. - Get in.

- Where are we going? - To Damien.

Stop the car. State your purpose.

- I'm Dr. Williams, I have to check some export certifications. - Good.

- Thank you. - You may enter.

- Why all these roadblocks? - It was an idea of old Papa Doc,

after those attempted invasions of the island.

- Good morning, Doctor. - Hello, Pierre.

Keep the lady company, will you.

I'll be back in a few minutes.

Our plant is air conditioned, Madam, if you wish to come inside.

It's more ventilated than outside.

Madam?

Thank you.

This is where the animals arrive for the slaughter and the meat preparation begins.

The whole preparation process.

This is where they get hung up and immediately skinned.

Then we choose the best parts and we...

- Excuse me for a minute. - Of course.

He was your secretary.

You should know why he was at that meat plant. Am I right, Mr. Prater?

Now listen, Lieutenant.

Murdock left the hotel to go to the bank.

He was slaughtered like an animal, and it's up to you to find the culprit!

Murdock was murdered, that's for sure!

Don't tell me how I should do my job.

It's crazy, I tell ya!

We came to Haiti to enjoy a nice vacation,

not to become victims of some sadistic madman!

I won't stay one more hour in a country that cannot guarantee its guests' safety!

Go ahead and do as you wish, Mr. Prater.

Don't get too worked up for that secretary bodyguard of yours.

We know about him, and he's not exactly what we'd call a guest of honor.

Take my advice and return to the States as soon as you can.

Good morning, Mr. Philip.

Yes. One moment, please.

No, Mr. Jerome is not here yet.

Hello? No, I don't know if he'll be back this afternoon.

Hello? Hello, New York?

Mr. Chedli, there's a call from New York for you.

You can speak now.

I'll be right back, Andre.

Hello, Rancho Hotel speaking.

Yes, Rancho.

No, Mr. Lordeau is still talking on the phone.

Stop asking pointless questions, we have nothing to hide!

Of course we'll help police with the investigation,

but I insist we have an internal inquiry to assess individual responsibilities!

Now listen, I'm the owner here.

Both my good name and that of the hotel are at stake.

If the Killer isn't one of you, then someone must have let him in!

I want the head of the one behind it, understand? Good!

- Hello, Robin. - Something's wrong?

That guy Prater's secretary, Murdock, was found dead in Damien.

- He was murdered. - In the plant?

They'll find the culprit, don't worry.

You think so?

You're a sweetheart.

How dare you come in without knocking? Get out!

I did knock, Madam, perhaps you didn't hear it.

I'll report you to the manager.

I thought you only visited friends after being invited.

This is the reason why you ditched your wife, I presume.

Listen, Williams, I got a proposition for you.

You think it was smart to leave your wife all by herself in that chaos?

You should have stayed with her.

I think we should find an agreement.

- That discovery you made... - Not a chance!

You better watch your moves, you're not the only one interested in it.

What do you mean?

There are plenty of others, people who are not to be messed with.

They offer either big money or big threats.

Yeah, you mean that fat guy and his friend Garner.

But are there others? Who are they?

Listen to my advice, Fred:

you're still in time to get out of this dangerous, useless deal.

You're in a gorgeous country with your beautiful wife.

Enjoy your vacation.

Cut it out with that sanctimonious attitude of yours.

You're sorely mistaken if you think I'm going to leave before the game's over.

- Yes? - Williams, it's me, Grace.

- Please, come to my hotel immediately! - What happened?

- Help me, I'm feeling so sick. - Hold on.

Fred?

Fred!

Grace...

Hello?

Grace? Hello?

Hello? Grace?

Grace, answer me!

No!

Grace! What's wrong?

Hello, Garner! Come on in, I'm done here.

Hello.

- You may go now. - Thank you, sir.

Well, my fears were justified.

Somebody managed to get ahead of us.

Correct, and he paid it with his life.

No, my dear Garner, I don' like the turn this deal is taking.

And I like those methods even less!

I intend to leave this world with all my red blood cells intact.

- Did you find Crotz? - No, nobody knows where he's gone.

Besides, as I told you, I'm adamant about withdrawing from this business.

That Crotz is definitely dead, just like the other assistant.

Very well, then.

I'll have to take the matter into my own hands.

Beware, Peacock. If you want to keep breathing, don't try to steal me this deal.

Fred, I'm begging you, take me away from this place.

Just one more day in this city and I'm bound to go insane.

I had that nightmare because they tried to drug me last night.

I felt like I was dying.

And I had to spend the whole day looking for you!

Why did you disappear all of a sudden?

I told you a hundred times but I'll repeat it once again.

You're the one who disappeared, I just stopped for a minute...

...to buy one of those mahogany statuettes at the other end of the market.

You could have looked for me, instead of running off with Williams.

Don't try to twist facts.

I'd still be in the middle of that market if it wasn't for Williams.

If it wasn't for him...

Even last night, perhaps I would have... God...

Fred, be honest with me.

- Where did you spend all those hours? - Again?

You're starting all over?

I guess this is what good will means to you, huh?

Forget about idiotic jealousies, that's what it means to me.

I'm honestly starting to doubt I can save this train wreck.

Grace, wait.

- Stop acting like a fool. - I'm sick of this place.

No money, no delivery. Is that clear?

Peacock speaking.

You may leave now, dear.

- Who is it? - This is Crotz, I told you.

I Know you've been looking for me everywhere.

- Where are you now? - You know Ibo Beach?

- Sure. - You still looking to do business together, Mr. Peacock?

- What business? - Want me to give you a little reminder?

- Go on. - I have the sample. The formula, too.

If you still want them, come to the Ibo Beach pier now.

Behind the tennis court with thirty thousand dollars in cash.

Yes, I'll be there.

Mr. Peacock?

Mr. Peacock!

- Mr. Peacock. - No! Help!

Help!

No...

No!

No!

No!

So, when have you decided to leave?

She's welcome to leave, see if I care.

You're still the same old boor.

What are you looking to get, an armed truce?

Excuse me, Williams.

A whiskey.

Listen, Fred, there's something I've been meaning to ask you.

Do you still spearfish?

I remember you were a champion, back when we went to university together.

Yeah, but you were pretty handy with a speargun as well.

All right, let's drink to a peaceful truce.

Between me and Grace or between me and you?

Fred, I wouldn't want you to get into trouble.

Why don't you take Grace for a trip around town?

Happy distractions are always beneficial to peaceful truces, right?

Damn fatso!

No!

No!

- Hello, Dr. Williams. - Hello, Fritz.

I haven't seen you in ages.

Are we still in time to visit the castle?

- Why, of course. Come in, please. - How's business?

Not too many tourists, but export is good.

But Mr. Philip will have to close if things don't get better.

I hope you'll accept a taste of our rum.

Of course, Fritz. That's one of the reasons that brought us here.

Haitian rum, the best in the world.

- Try it. - Thanks.

It's excellent.

- A marvellous Alexander cocktail. - Magnificent.

Thank you, Madam.

I'd like to show the lady around, Fritz, if that's fine with you.

Of course, Doctor. Go on and make yourselves at home.

- Thank you. - My pleasure.

What was this machine used for?

Dozens of slaves spent their lives...

...turning this device while being whipped by their overseers.

Blood, sweat and sugar canes. All to make a good rum.

And when one of them didn't work hard enough,

he had to spend the rest of the day with this thing around his neck.

I'm sorry.

- Slavery has long since been abolished. - Thankfully.

This country is fascinating in its own way.

Our civilization hasn't contaminated it yet.

I think you might be a sentimental individual. Deep inside, at least.

I believe you could have led a very successful life in our country.

Don't you agree, Williams?

But instead you chose to drift along in this paradise on earth.

Watch out, Williams!

You did that, huh?!

I didn't do anything! I don't know!

I don't know! I don't know anything!

Hey, buddy.

Tell your boss it's raining rum here.

I think Philip'd better close this dump up.

Such a shame you don't love this country at all.

- Am I right, Grace? - I don't know...

I don't know, I don't think I could ever settle here.

And this heat is suffocating.

This shower is so refreshing! Why don't you join me?

This is absolutely gorgeous.

- You like it? - Yes, very much.

It was a gift from poor Peacock, when I healed one of his birds.

He said he surrounded himself with such beautiful creatures...

...because he was ugly and fat.

Having a slut for a wife can have its advantages.

Get dressed. Move it!

- You're a coward, Fred! - Be careful what you do, Fred.

What you're taking from me is extremely dangerous.

You will never be able to use it.

Listen up, Grace.

Have you ever wondered who this man really is and why he lives in Haiti?

Allow me to tell you.

This self-appointed missionary here has discovered a powerful drug.

He's trying to sell it to the highest bidder,

before taking off with his friend's young wife.

Isn't that right?

Your luck ran out this time, Williams.

You better not try to follow me.

Hello?

What?

But when?

Sure, I understand.

Crystal clear.

Yeah, absolutely.

Bye.

Who was that?

I'll tell you later.

Get dressed now, it's time 10 go.

- Hello? - Hello, this is Crotz.

Have you checked the papers you stole from Dr. Williams?

You will notice they contain absolutely nothing of the thing you're after.

That son of a bitch!

How do you know about this?

I know lots. The sample and the formula are in my hands.

Where are you calling from?

I'm willing to do business with you.

If you're interested, rent a speedboat at the casino pier.

I'll meet you at the Delougeurs mill behind the town of Saint-Marc.

Don't forget to bring thirty thousand dollars.

- All right. - In cash.

All right.

- They went to the Delougeurs mill. - Get in.

It must be some wedding rite.

Interesting, don't you think?

Stay here and keep watching the show.

- I have to meet someone, I'll be back soon. - Yeah.

All right, don't be long.

Want some?

No.

Surprised?

They must be here already.

If things work out, we'll soon find out who's pretending to be Crotz.

- We better take this shortcut, Doctor. - Let's go.

I don't trust it.

I need some guarantees first.

How can I trust a cop who wants to push this stuff?

- How can you prove me it's good? - Only way is to try it.

What about my thirty thousand dollars?

No, you won't see a dime until I'm sure this is the stuff I'm looking for.

You got a needle?

Come forward, Grace.

No!

- Doctor

Thanks for calling me. Everything's going as planned.

Excellent.

All we have to do now is find out who we've trapped with our bait.

I gave Fred a sedative instead of the drug.

How did you realize Crotz wasn't the culprit?

Crotz could only be guilty of one murder.

His colleague Douglas', as a matter of fact.

I found him dead at the Rancho Hotel,

the same night I followed Prater looking for clues.

Our experts knew it was drugs, but they've never been able to pinpoint which.

What caused their deaths exactly?

A substance that destroys the hemoglobin level in the blood.

It makes it all clear, then.

Douglas and his pals didn't know that and were the first to pay.

Don't move, Marvais!

You got careless.

Robin works for me, as strange as it might sound to you.

- Women can be pretty talkative. - Oh, I know.

That's why I told Robin I'd come here.

I knew she'd tell you, and you fell for it.

Your ruse won't do you any good, because you won't be able to tell anyone!

Take my gun!

Be careful.

Stop!

- Get lost. - Philip, stop!

Get lost, I said!

Murderer.

- He's a murderer! - Murderer!

No! No!

No!

You cowards! Leave me alone!

No! No!

No!

No!

Leave me alone!

No!

No! Help!

Help me!

Help! Help me!

The Pan American flight to Miami...

Such a shame.

Haiti could have been wonderful.

Attention, this is the last call.

Pan American flight 612, from Port-au-Prince to Miami is now boarding.

The sequences of documentary nature were filmed on location,

and are therefore authentic in every detail.

We would like to thank the following...

...Haitian government authorities for their cooperation.

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi