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It's a funeral, men said. They're afraid of the men who steal dead bodies. So they dig the graves in the middle of the road.
Their people pass all the time. Well, that's a cheerful introduction for you to our West Indies. Do you know where is the house of Monsieur Bouma? Zombie!
How do I beat? Why did you drive like that, fool? We might have been killed.
Worse than that, monsieur. We might have been caught. Caught? By whom?
Those men you spoke to? They are not men, monsieur. They are dead bodies.
Dead? Yes, monsieur. Zombies. The living...
In death, corpses taken from their grave, for me to work, sugar mill, fields, and I. Look! Here they come! Look! Look!
Excuse me, please. Have you got a match? Did I frighten you? I'm sorry.
I'm ugly enough, I suppose. No, it wasn't you. Something happened back on the road there. We stopped to speak to some men.
A driver told us they weren't men at all. They said they were corpses. Surely you don't believe it, do you?
No. I don't know. Haiti is full of nonsense and superstitions. They're always mixed up with a lot of mysteries that turn your hair gray. I've been a missionary here for, oh, 30 years, and at times, I don't know what to think.
Come, let's go in the house. Oh, yes. Come this way.
Is Mr. Beaumont in? You're expected, Dr. Brunner. Yes, I've been sent for to marry someone.
Maybe. Yes, excuse me. Uh, it's, uh...
How long is it that you know Mr. Beaumont? Oh, only a few days. Madeline introduced him on the docks in Port-au-Prince.
Oh, and you? I met him on the ship coming from New York. He was very kind during the voyage.
Oh, Madeline and I planned to be married the moment she arrived, but Mr. Beaumont persuaded us to come here. He promised to take me out of the bank at Port-au-Prince and send me to New York as his agent. Strange. Very strange.
You... I'll tell Mr. Beaumont you're here. It's all right, isn't it, Doctor? Oh, I guess so. You see, I...
I've only met Mr. Beaumont once or twice. But... But he never struck me like a man that would take the trouble to play his fairy godfather with a young couple like you.
Unless... Unless what, sir? I suppose you think I'm a meddling old fool, but...
You know, I'd feel a good deal better if you'd clear out of this place after you're married and have nothing more to do with Mr. Bowman. The young people have arrived, sir, and Dr. Bruner. They're waiting in the reception hall. Show them to their room and tell them I'm out.
No, wait. Perhaps I'd better see them. It might be God if I didn't. Very odd, sir.
Especially as Dr. Bruner is a trifle skeptical as to your motives, sir. Never mind my motives. Has that other person sent word yet? No, sir, not yet, sir.
He's 24 hours late. I wish you'd keep away from that man, sir. He'll make trouble for you.
You needn't worry about that. I'm not afraid of him. I'm not easily frightened, sir.
You should know that. But what you're planning is dangerous. Don't you suppose I know that, Silver? You don't seem to realize what this girl means to me.
Why, I'd sacrifice anything I have in the world for her. Nothing matters if I can't have her. I think, uh, I think you like Hedy.
Most people that... Madeline! I'm delighted to see you.
Neil, you're more than welcome. Thank you, sir. Doctor, it is very kind of you to come. I know what a busy man you are. No, no, not at all.
There's a native family live out here that I've been trying to see for a long time. After this young couple are safely married, I'll leave. But surely you'll stay for dinner after the ceremony.
No, no, no. No, I must run along. Well, that's a great pity. We had something very special prepared for this occasion.
It was very good of you, Madeline, to humor the whim of a lonely man. There was so little time to prepare, I couldn't do half the things I wanted to for you. You've done more than enough already, Mr. Beaumont, for a comparison giving Neil a position in the state.
Neil? Yes, yes, indeed. Oh, yes, of course.
I'm sure Neil will make a very good agent. But you must be tired after your drive. You'll get some rest.
Silver! Silver will show you to your rooms. This way, please.
The I'm delighted to see you again, Monsieur Beaumont. Please, I'm sorry. I kept you waiting, monsieur.
I have been on a journey, seeking men for my milk. Men? They work faithfully.
They are not worried about long hours. You! You could make good use of men like mine on your plantation.
No. That's not what I want. Then perhaps you should talk about the young lady who came to your house this evening. You've seen her? When?
On the road. Tonight. There was a young man. They're to be married tonight. You've waited too long to do anything.
What do you want me to do if she were to disappear for a month? What do you hope to gain by her disappearance? Everything. Everything. Do you think she will forget her lover in a month?
Just give me a month. One little month. Not in a month. Nor even a year.
I have looked into her eyes. She is deep in love. But not with you. They'll be married within an hour.
There must be a way. That is why, of course, you give me what I want, and you may ask anything. No, not that! Only a ping-pong! Monsieur Newman, a glass of wine, or perhaps a flower.
Make it. The time is very brief. You must do your share if I am to help you.
Keep it, monsieur. Keep it. You may change your mind.
Send me word when you use it. I'll find another way. There is no... Driving away, evil spirit.
Close it. Close it. I love you, Madeline, more than anything else in this whole world, dear. Heaven or hell lies in this little world of mine. You can raise me up to paradise, or you can blast my world into nothingness.
There's time even yet, dear. I can make you the envy of every woman. I'll give my life to make you happy. Be dear before it's too late. Don't.
Please. Don't go into that room. We can be in Port-au-Prince in half an hour. There's a boat sailing at midnight. You've been so wonderful.
Don't spoil everything. Now. One last gift before I lose you forever.
We are gathered together here in the sight of God and in the face of this company to join together this man, this woman, in holy matrimony. Faith. This is the Night of Night.
A toast to the bride, beauty's queen. Gladly, my lord. Leave but a kiss within the glass. Fair Gypsy, be my fortune.
What do you see in the glass? I have seen love far more than you deserve. Is that all? No. I see...
What is it? I see death. Nothing.
Madeline, what's wrong? Madeline, my dear, please! Oh! No!
Madeline! Madeline! Can't we do something?
Jesus! Jesus! Madeline! My wife! The Lord and the Savior and the love of God and the fellowship of His angels be with us evermore.
Amen. The Look! Zombies! Yes, they are my servants.
Did you think we could do it alone? In their lifetime, they were my enemies. Let go, the witch doctor! Once my master, secrets I tortured out of him.
One elder does whine, swollen with riches. He fought against my spell some to the last. Even yes, I have troubled, Hyde. His Excellency Richard, once Minister of the Interior. Garcia, Brigant Chief, Marquis.
Captain of Gendarmerie. And this, this is Chauvin, the high executioner who almost executed me. I took them just as we will take this one. But what if they regain their souls? They will tear me to pieces.
That, my friend, shall never be. Madeline! Madeline! There's two explanations to strike me. Either the body was stolen by members of a death cult that use human bones in their ceremonies, or else...
Or else what? She's not dead. Not dead? Are you mad? I saw her die.
The doctor signed a certificate. I saw them bury her. Now, wait a minute.
Wait a minute. I'm not mad. But I've lived in these islands for a good many years.
And I've seen things with my eyes that made me think I was crazy. There are superstitions in Haiti that the natives brought here from Africa. Some of them can be traced back as far as ancient Egypt. And beyond that yet, in the countries that was old when Egypt was young.
Yes, but what has that to do with Madeleine? I kissed her as she lay there in the coffin. And her lips were cold. Let me explain.
Now just a minute, I'll explain. Wherever there is a superstition... You'll find there's also a practice.
Now, do you remember what your driver told you the night he took you to Beaumont's house? Oh, about those horrible creatures we saw. Yeah. He said they were corpses, taken from their graves.
That's it. Now, wait. Now, that's the superstition.
Now for the practice. The golders that steal the dead corpses from the graves are supposed to put them there in the first place. Do you mean that Madeline was murdered so that somebody could steal her dead body?
Ah, nonsense. No, no. Not her body, yes, but not her dead body.
Well, surely you don't think she's alive in the hands of natives? Oh, no, better dead than that. Excuse me, please.
Have you got a match? You don't believe that? Do you? Say, there's been lots of people that's been pronounced dead that came alive again and lived for years. Now, if nature can play pranks like that, why isn't it possible to play pranks with nature?
Oh, I don't know. Your driver believed he saw dead men walking. He didn't. What he saw was men alive in everything but this and this. Ah, the whole thing has me confused.
I just can't understand it. I don't blame you. I don't blame you.
I've been trying for years to get to the bottom of it. To separate what you call fact from fiction. The law.
The law of Haiti acknowledges the possibility of being buried alive. Here it is in the penitentiary. I'll read it for you. It's in French. Do you speak French?
No. Excuse me, please. Have you got a match? Right here. Here's one.
Oh, thanks. I didn't see it. I'll translate it for you, if you could read it.
Article, Article 149. The use, the use of drugs or other practices which produce lethargic coma or lifeless sleep. shall be considered attempted murder. Yes.
Attempted. Yes, I see. Yeah, all right, all right. If the person has been buried alive, the act should be considered murder, no matter what result follows.
Beaumont. Say, you said that you couldn't understand why he was so interested in us. Do you think he did this? No, I think it's native work.
Native work. Exactly. Of course, if you want to, we can go to Beaumont's house first. If I can get my hands on the devil that's responsible for this, I'll make him such an example that every rich doctor in Haiti will be shaken in his sandals.
But we can't do this alone. Can't the authorities help? Sorry.
Neil, my boy, you don't know these islands. The native authorities are afraid to meddle. I'm not. I got friends among the natives. They tell me things that no gendarme could ever get out.
Because I'm a preacher, they think I'm a magician. Before we get through with this thing, we may uncover sins that even the devil would be ashamed of. Oh, these bitch doctors.
Foolish things. They can't bring back the light to those eyes. I was mad to do this. But if you'd have smiled on me, I'd have done anything for you.
Given you anything. I thought that beauty alone would satisfy. The soul is gone.
I can't bear those empty, staring eyes. Oh, forgive me, Madeline, forgive me. I can't bear it any longer.
I must take you back. Back to the grave? No. You must put the light back into her eyes and bring laughter to her lips.
She must be gay and happy again. You paint a charming picture, Monsieur. One that I should like to see myself.
You must bring her back. Aren't you trifle of pain, Monsieur? How do you suppose those eyes will regard you when the brain is able to understand? Better to see hatred in them than that dreadful emptiness. Perhaps you're right.
It would be a pity to destroy such a lovely flower. Let's drink to the future of this flower. A glass of wine? Silver, bring wine. We have a toast to drink.
The future, Monsieur. Only a pin point, Monsieur. A flower.
Or perhaps a glass of wine? What are you trying to do to me? I have other plans for Mademoiselle.
I'm afraid you might not agree. I have taken a fancy to you, Monsieur. Silver! Silver! To the future, as they are.
You! No! Not that!
Not that! I've been picking up an old witch doctor around here pretty soon. His name is Pierre. I've known him for years.
He's a great old fellow. I don't know just where we'll find him. Come son, there are evil spirits in the road.
I will give you an awonga. And here is one for the up. Young man, we sick with fever.
Yes, hey, wait a minute. We can't afford to have you sick. Neil, why don't you go over there? We got a hard day before us tomorrow.
Now, now then, dear, come on. He's gone. He's hot. It is a dangerous thing you ask me to do. Oh, well, now listen here, you know.
We are old friends, you and me, and I want to go on. Turn back before it is too late. Oh, no.
I've come too far to turn back now. I'm too old to go all the way with you. Well, listen. Can't you get somebody to go with us?
My people are afraid of the mountain. Why? Because it is called the land of the living. Dead. Well, have you ever been there?
I am the only man that ever came from there in life. There is an evil spirit man that is called murder. Come, I will tell you all about what it is. Vultures. Just as old Pierre said, Cloud of vultures always hovers over the house of the living dead.
Madeline, is she there? No. I must go and see. Now, now, now, now, now.
Kneel, my boy. Please, please, lie down and rest. Please.
You'll feel stronger in the morning. You rest. Let me go up and see what I can do.
Why is she so restless tonight? Perhaps she remembers something. They never remember anything when they are like that.
No? Because this couple... Madeline!
Madeline! No, no! I can't!
I can't! You must! It's your turn!
Let's run away! Shh! He might hear you!
No, I... I got to stand it! I'm going to run away! He is behind you! He can make you like her! Can you still hear me?
It is unfortunate you are no longer able to speak. I should be interested to hear you describe your symptoms. You see, you are the first man to know what is happening.
None of the others did. You refused to shake hands once, I remember. Well, well, we understand each other better now. BF-WATCH TV 2021 The Mother! Mother!
Madeline! Madeline! I found you!
You're alive! Alive! What's the matter? It's I, Neil.
Oh, my darling. What have they done to you? I'm sorry.
Who are you? What a man! For you, my friend, they are the angels of death! Madeline, don't you know me dear? It's Neil.
I could swear. For a moment she recognized you. Madeline, my darling. Dream. Excuse me, please.