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PANIC

"Panic"

"Solitude"

"Anguish"

"She is a schizophrenic with delusions of persecution."

"Poor girl. It's understandable."

"She was brutally attacked, and then she lost her baby."

"This morning she escaped. A nurse and three attendants went after her."

"The nurse thought she could inject her with a tranquilizer,

and she was strangled instead."

Thank you, my friend.

I know it hurts you as much as it does me.

Let's go.

I'm tired. We should camp.

Let's put as much distance as we can between us and the yellow fever.

What for? We're trapped by the plague.

Don't let fear get the best of you.

If we make it to Port Iguanas we'll be safe.

Damn mosquitos!

Did you hear that?

Eh?

That voice.

There are only yours and mine.

I heard it, I tell you. It came from the jungle.

Only we are alive in this jungle. The black vomit took everything else.

It's her. She's come from her grave to look for us.

Stop thinking like that. The dead don't come back.

Abel!

"Abel!"

Abel! Abel!

Calm down.

How did you make the fire?

I made a spark with two stones.

Where are we?

In the swamps.

And the canoe?

The current took it.

How will we get out?

We should have left the village with the others.

Don't think about it. Sleep. You need to rest.

Abel?

Abel.

"Abel!"

Abel!

Abel!

Carlos!

I thought you had gone.

How? Through the swamp? Impossible.

The river.

There are alligators. It's a wonder they didn't get us last night.

We're trapped. I know it. We're going to die.

Shut up.

Death is near us! I know it!

Stop thinking about it. Keep your composure.

It's easy for you! You're strong, you know the jungle.

Not me! - Someone will come this way.

You shouldn't trust me, Abel.

Leave. Leave! Let me die.

I betrayed you. Yes, me. I betrayed you.

In your own house. In your own bed. I betrayed you.

We loved each other. That's why she ran to my arms.

She hated you!

She never forgave you for bringing her to this awful jungle!

She told me so herself. But now she's dead.

I should be dead too! Kill me, for pity's sake, kill me!

You were tired, and she needed a man. A man!

I should have let you drown!

Kill me, then. Do it, you coward.

Here!

Abel.

Abel. Abel!

Abel!

Abel, forgive me.

Don't let me die.

Come. I need you.

Don't let me die.

Forgive me. Forgive me.

Go back to your grave. Leave me alone. Leave me.

I'm coming, my friend.

Be patient, I'm coming. Wait for me.

Abel. Abel, listen to me.

I need you to know, so you can forgive me.

It was the jungle, and passion.

Didn't matter that she was your wife, or that I was your friend.

But please, please, try to understand me.

Solitude is horrible.

and in this jungle ...

it's fatal.

Fatal!

3 o'clock in the morning.

Success, after three months of tiring work.

I've discovered a powerful narcotic to be used as a surgical anesthetic.

It's effectiveness lasts approximately five hours.

Dumb cat!

Just a few drops, and the patient will fall into a cataleptic state.

Skin will turn as pale as in death. Bodily functions will slow to a minimum.

The most astonishing thing: there is no loss of cognition.

The patient is able to see and hear.

That's it.

I've kept this discovery in the strictest secrecy.

In the morning I'll go to the Science Institute.

They'll be amazed!

Tiberius.

Tiberius!

Darling!

What's wrong?

Answer me!

"Don't be alarmed. It's the drug. My invention!"

Tiberius. Answer me. Answer me!

He's dead.

"No! That' not true! I'm alive!"

I'm sorry, Melody. You know how fond I was of Tiberius.

We need to think of the funeral.

Here's the death certificate.

"Stop that! By 8:00 in the morning I'll be fine."

You know what, Doctor?

Tiberius told me once he didn't want a wake when he died.

But Melody...

That was his wish, and we should grant it.

At least we should do something for him tonight.

People could talk.

That's fine, but first thing in the morning...

we'll bury him.

You have to be strong.

I'll make all the arrangements.

It must be my cousin Vilma, I called her as soon as...

I'll open. In the meantime, prepare his clothes.

I'll dress you in your best suit. The one for big occasions.

"No, darling. Don't be hasty! I'm not dead!"

"But how did he die, Doctor?" "Surely a heart attack."

Cousin Tiberius! Poor thing!

Cousin! Dear Melody! I'm so sorry!

What an oversight.

How strange.

What's strange?

His eyes won't close. -Maybe it's rigor mortis.

Only the eyes?

There are many mysteries in science. -But maybe cousin Tiberius isn't dead.

Impossible! My diagnosis is certain.

You could have made a mistake, Doctor.

It's happened before. Maybe he's cataleptic.

"That's it!"

There's no error. His eyes don't dilate -- he has no heartbeat.

Do me a favor, then. I have a feeling about this.

It would be awful if he asphyxiated and went crazy, waking inside his grave.

Do you have a knife?

A knife?

Something sharp.

Well, I have a scalpel in my bag.

Cut his veins.

"No!"

Do it. I beg you.

If you don't dare, I'll do it myself.

"No, cousin! You'll kill me!"

No!

No, I won't let him be desecrated. - Let God's will be done, then.

I'll go to the funeral home, and then inform everyone.

Help me change his clothes.

"No, no, no. Don't undress me. I'm alive."

"Hail Mary, full of grace...

To our beloved friend.

Who sent the flowers?

Don Elias. The librarian.

They were very good friends.

He had many. -But none have come to the wake.

You have to understand. The hour. -Good evening.

Melody. My condolences.

Don Elias, thank you for the flowers. -Don't mention it.

May I see him?

"Elias, my friend. Listen to me. They're wrong. I'm not dead!"

"Help me."

"Not again! Don't close my eyes, please!"

We are nothing, Vilma. Nothing.

"Elias! Vilma! Don't go!"

"God, get me out of this horrible nightmare."

"I'll have to help myself. That's it! Telepathy!"

"Melody."

"Listen to me, Melody."

"Listen carefully. You can save me."

"Go up to my laboratory. To my lab-o-ra-to-ry."

"There you will find my notes."

"Read them. There lies my secret... and my misfortune."

Are you feeling okay?

I've been thinking about what my cousin said.

What?

That he may not be dead.

I'm sorry, but... -Yes, I know. He's dead.

Maybe I'm holding on to false hope.

Looking at him it seems he's alive.

His eyes seem to be looking at us.

Don't torment yourself.

It's not that. I feel he's trying to communicate with me.

He's dead!

You should take a sedative.

I insist. The worst is yet to come.

Take a pill. I'll see to the door.

"Do it now. You'll find the notebook and your pills up there."

Who was that?

The funeral director to inform us that we'll bury him at 8:00 am.

Good. No point in prolonging this.

"Please. Someone listen to me!"

"I'm alive!"

Don Elias. Don Elias. -What?

You know something? -What? What?

I still have the feeling my dear cousin is alive.

Alive?

Tell the Doctor, maybe he'll examine him again.

It's worth a try.

Doctor.

I'd like to ask you. -Yes.

I still have a bad feeling. Would you examine my cousin again?

I've told you. There's nothing to be done.

Fine. I'll do it.

"Thank God! You'd have to be blind not to see I'm alive."

The lights went out. -I'm sorry. I can't examine him.

Maybe it's a sign from God. My poor cousin is dead.

"By God! Finally!"

"A new day. And only two hours until this nightmare is over."

"Why have they left me alone?"

Where's my wife?!"

Why did you marry him?

Maybe his temperament,

or the respect he commanded,

or his child-like helplessness. I don't know...

I fell in love, and came to America with him.

You know the rest.

This town. Isolated, full of boredom.

He was happy here, though. He worked in peace.

It's true. He found peace.

Eternal peace.

From now on life will be hard for me here.

Alone, without... -No! Don't say that.

I'm...

Doctor.

Melody, loneliness is the worse thing.

Look at me. Forty and single.

"I can move! The drug is wearing out! I'm alive, and It's time."

"Why isn't this over?"

Pardon us. -Come in.

"God, don't let it happen."

"Enter not in judgement of your servant, lest you forgive him his sins."

We beg you then...

Take this man who practiced in the true Christian faith.

May your mercy bring him freedom from your judgment,

since he walked the path of righteousness. Amen.

"Come on, Melody. Say it! I want to see him one last time!"

Let him down now.

Let me out of here! I'm not dead!

Let me out! I'm alive! Let me out!

Go ahead. It's the last thing you can do for him.

No! Let me out!

"Years? Weeks? Days? I don't know. But I can finally see sunshine again."

"I'm free. Free! And I'm alive!"