King of the Zombies (1941) - full transcript
Pilot James "Mac" McCarthy goes off course somewhere between Cuba and Puerto Rico and is unable to pick up any radio transmissions. When he and his passengers, Bill Summers and his black valet, Jefferson Jackson, hear a lone transmission in a foreign language, they crash land the plane on the island below. The lost men discover themselves in a graveyard, and follow the sound of drums to a nearby mansion. There they are greeted by Viennese Dr. Sangre, who treats Mac's minor head wound with the warning that untreated injuries are easy prey for evil spirits. Sangre says there are no radios on the island and allows the men to spend the night as his guests, although he insists that Jeff stay in the servants quarters in the basement. Jeff becomes alarmed when the maid, Samantha, and the cook, Tahama, call forth two "zombies," but when he runs upstairs to tell his boss, Sangre dismisses the idea as ludicrous. Sangre's wife Alyce also appears to be in a trance-like state, which Sangre attributes to jungle fever. Sangre appears surprised when Bill tells him about American Admiral Wainwright, whose plane disappeared in the same location. Sangre then tells the men that no one in his family, which includes his beautiful niece, Barbara Winslow, can leave the island because they are Austrian refugees lacking passports. Later that night, Jeff confides in Samantha that Bill is a government agent on a secret mission. Sangre's butler, Momba, Samantha and Tahama leave Jeff alone in the kitchen just before midnight, with the admonition not to pay notice to anything unusual. When two zombies nearly attack Jeff, he runs to Bill and Mac's room for safety. Jeff is later awakened by the appearance of a woman who seems to come and go through a wall, and when he awakens Bill and Mac, they believe him only after finding an earring. The three men split up to search the house, and Bill finds Barbara in the library reading a book on hypnotism. Barbara says that she is reading the book to help her aunt, who has been in the trance-like state since arriving at the island, and Bill confides his belief that Sangre is hiding a radio. Bill and Mac finally believe Jeff's stories about zombies after Mac is attacked by one. The next morning, Mac and Bill discover a freshly dug grave in the cemetery, and that someone has stolen the plane's radio. Mac goes in search of a generator, while Bill returns to the house, unaware that the admiral is being held hostage in a cellar and that Tahama is trying to pry military secrets from him with the use of voodoo. After Sangre calls in a report to his German allies, Mac disappears. Sangre then lures Jeff into the cellar, where he hypnotizes him into believing that he is a zombie. While Bill is searching for Mac, he finds Barbara using hypnotism on her aunt, and assumes that she is collaborating with Sangre, despite her protests that she is trying to restore her aunt's memory. Mac returns in a zombie-like state, and a physician called by Sangre says that he has been dead for hours. When Momba receives orders by radio for Sangre to transmit the stolen military information, he and Tahama prepare a special ceremony to wrest the information from the admiral. Jeff lines up with the other zombies for dinner, but Samantha breaks his spell. Jeff then meets with Bill and moments later, they hear a woman's scream and find Alyce dead. Bill and Jeff follow the sound of drums into the cellar, where Sangre is holding a ceremony during which the admiral's thoughts are to be transmitted into Barbara's brain. Bill breaks up the ceremony and when Sangre orders the zombies to attack Bill, they instead follow Mac, and turn on Sangre. Sangre shoots Mac and, while backing away from the zombies, falls to his death into a firepit. After Wainwright phones the Coast Guard, and Mac's injuries are treated, Wainwright tells Bill that Sangre forced his plane to land with a false radio signal, then killed his crew and tortured him for Canal Zone fortification plans. When his torture did not work, he used Alyce and Barbara as test subjects with other methods.
[rhythmic jungle drums]
[music playing]
[propellers buzzing]
Hello.
McCarthy calling.
McCarthy calling.
Hello?
Any luck, Mac?
Nah, I can't even scare
up a news broadcast.
Where do you think we are?
Search me.
We lost the beam hours ago.
Probably somewhere between
Cuba and Puerto Rico.
Is it that bad?
It ain't good.
Uh-oh.
I knowed I wudn't cut
out to be no black bird.
If you had those weather
gadgets of yours set up,
we wouldn't have
gotten into this mess.
Ah, if that new Navy base
gets a weather bureau now,
it'll be a miracle.
Uh, Mr. Bill.
Ain't this the spot where
Admiral Wainwright's plane
turned up missing last week?
Yeah.
Uh-oh, look out Admiral.
Here we come.
Try to contact 'em again, Mac.
Hello.
McCarthy calling.
Plane C-108 calling.
Why don't somebody answer?
We're lost, do ya hear?
Lost!
Not a murmur.
How's the gas holding out?
That's something else again.
Well, there are plenty of
small islands down here.
Better go down and find
a spot for landing.
That's what I'll--
[radio transmission starting]
Wait a minute.
There's something coming in.
[radio transmission in german]
That's a new lingo to me.
I don't understand it.
Think we're near
a radio station?
Well the way it's
coming in, we must be
right over their transmitter.
Well that's a break.
Well I'm going down
and take a look.
Hold on, boys.
[propellers buzzing]
There's a clearing ahead,
I think I can make it.
Think, did you say think?
[propellers buzzing]
[rumbling]
[crunching]
[ka-boom]
[music playing]
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 do this yet to me.
Lemme outta here!
Lemme outta here!
Lemme outta here!
Now lemme outta here!
-Hey, hey.
What's the matter with you?
Good gracious.
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?
Ain't we dead?
Of course we're not dead.
I thought I was a little
off-color to be a ghost.
Oh, there's no such
thing as ghosts, Jeff.
There ain't?
Well what's that, then?
That's no ghost, come on.
I cain't.
My foot done took to root.
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?
That's a fine spot
for a crack up.
Well, let's look around.
Somebody must live around here.
Come on.
[pounding of jungle drums]
Quiet, will ya.
Whatcha trying to
do, wake up the dead?
What's the matter?
Did you hear something?
No, sir.
Just my heart trying
to jump outta my chest.
That's drums.
Drums?
That's my cue for me to
start parading outta here.
[pounding of jungle drums]
Look.
That's a creepy-looking place.
Sure dark.
Suppose anybody lives in there?
In that hainted house?
If they do, they sleep on slabs.
Let's find out.
Not me.
Y'all going in there.
I ain't going in that mausoleum.
I'm gonna stay right here
until I change my mind.
A wait a minute.
I done changed my mind.
[pounding of jungle drums]
[steps creaking]
Ring the bell, Jeff.
Oh, Mr. Bill.
You the one wants
to go in there.
You ring the bell.
[doorbell ringing]
Sound like a ice cream man.
Hmm, there's nobody here.
Who's that?
[music playing]
Welcome to my humble home.
Thank you.
We were just--
I know.
You're plane crashed
in the jungle.
Well, yes.
How did you know?
Very little happens
on this island
that I do not know about.
Momba, we have guests.
Prepare the library.
Have these gentlemen's
bags brought in.
Well, excuse me, gentlemen.
May I introduce myself.
I'm Doctor Mikhail
Sangre, late of Vienna.
Follow me, gentlemen.
Mr. Bill, let's get outta here.
Oh don't be silly, Jeff.
Go on.
Oh that man ain't no doctor.
It's something wrong here.
Well that's Svengali.
Ah.
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 Garters.
Ah, you have been hurt.
Ah, it's nothing.
Just a crack on the head.
Nothing you say.
The slightest injury on this
island often proves fatal.
Whaddya mean?
The climate and yet.
Yet, what?
They say that evil
spirits lurk here,
waiting to prey on the injured.
Ha!
That's a lot of bunk.
Maybe.
How about a spot of
brandy to warm you up?
Fine.
Momba.
[non-english speech]
My servant intrigues you?
Is that one of those spirits
that you was 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.
You see, 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?
Mm-hmm.
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, well, boats do
stop here fairly often.
How often?
Well, the next one is due
in about two weeks' time.
However I hoped you will be
my guests, in the meantime.
I'm afraid we'll
have to, Doctor.
Thank you.
Well, that's settled then.
Ah, let me show
you to your rooms.
[door closes]
Didn't-- 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 gets around
fast, don't he?
Ah, Mr. Summers.
Ah, this is your room.
Mr. McCarthy's, your
quarters adjoin.
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 got with him alone?
He won't hurt you
if he likes you.
And if he don't?
Oh, Mr. Bill.
Does I has 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.
[speaking german]
--[laughing] You ain't
by any chance a member
of the Mystic Knight of the Pink
Garters, is you? [laughing] No?
Harlem never was like this.
Dinner at 8 o'clock.
Make yourselves at home.
And I'll get something for
your head, Mr. McCarthy.
Thank you, Doctor.
Whaddya think?
I don't know what to think.
Are you sure we were
flying over this island
when we picked up
that broadcast?
I'd swear to it on
a stack of Bibles.
And did you notice the lingo
he was talking to that banshee?
You mean it was the same?
Nothing else, but.
It was the same blabber
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.
[stairs creaking]
Whew.
If it was in me, I
sure would be pale now.
Samantha.
Well I do declare.
Hello there, bright eyes.
Where did you come from?
Alabama.
Alabama.
Ain't that nice.
After galavanting around
with hatchet face,
you is a pleasant surprise.
Is you my new associate?
Is I?
Well if I ain't, that's what
I'm thinking of. [chuckles]
Hey, who's that?
Methuselah?
Tahama.
I know a museum that
would give a fortune
just to have her under glass.
What's a museum?
That's where they
keep dead things.
Oh, like here.
Hmm?
What's cooking?
That's brew.
Brew?
Home brew at this day and age?
Why don't you people know that
probation has been repealed?
Taste.
I don't care if I do.
Phew.
How's it taste?
I don't know, but
it ain't kosher.
What's it for?
It's a magic potion for
scaring away the evil spirits.
Evil spirits?
Good gracious, oh me!
Well, there is evil
spirits around here.
Why sure.
The place is crawling with 'em.
And that ain't all.
-What?
There's more?
More?
You ain't heard nothing.
Just wait'll you
see the zombies.
Zombies?
What's them?
Dead folks, what walks around.
They does?
Here?
Especially here.
Why here especially?
'Cause this is where
they grow the best.
They's all over this place.
And all you have to
do is clap your hands,
and they comes a running.
[music playing]
Who is they?
Who is they?
Zombies.
[screams]
[music playing]
What kept you so long?
Wow!
Mr. Bill!
Mr. Bill!
Mr. Bill!
What's the matter, Jeff?
I seen 'em.
I seen 'em.
You saw what?
They all over the place.
They everywhere.
What's everywhere?
BARBARA WINSLOW: Heads.
Big black ones
with frozen faces.
With eyes that looks at'cha
and they don't see nothing.
What's he talking about?
Oh, zombies!
Mr. Bill, let's get outta here.
Why this place is
a walking cemetery.
Wait a minute, Jeff.
What's this all about?
What's a zombie?
Well a zombie, they is
uhm, Mr. Bill, they is--
The living dead.
The living dead?
That's it.
That's what they is.
That 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 ain't willing
to unlearn just as quick.
I'm afraid Jeff's
been seeing things.
Ain't it the truth.
Where did you
see these zombies?
Uh, Mr. Bill, I saw 'em
down into the kitchen.
They walked in there just
like they owned the place.
Huh, undoubtedly
some of my servants.
No, sir.
Not them babies.
Why they is fugitives
from the undertaker.
If it is true what he says,
it might be amusing to see
these creatures for ourselves.
In the kitchen, you say?
Yes, sir.
That's where I seen 'em.
Shall we investigate?
Sounds a little crazy.
It's all right with me, I guess.
How about you, Mac?
Yeah, sure.
I don't mind.
Superstition plays a very
important part in the life
of these West Indian natives.
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 'em with my own eyes.
Samantha, you was standing
right beside of me
when them two
perishables walked in.
The only perishable thing
around here is you, big boy.
You've been dreaming.
Dreaming?
I never dreamt a dream like
that in my wildest nightmare.
Mr. Bill, they was
the real McCoy.
He tasted my brew.
It made him drunk. [cackling]
Oh, Mr. Bill.
Don't pay no attention to her.
I wasn't drunk.
You've got to believe me!
You better take it easy,
Jeff, and lay off that brew.
Now that we have
convinced ourselves
that there are 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 thinks you did.
Think?
I don't think that good.
I seen 'em, 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, that
Mr. Sangre don't
like for nobody to know that
he got zombies around here?
That's right.
How come?
What'd he do, grew 'em?
No, but he sure cultivates 'em.
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.
[stairs creaking]
Alyce.
You're down early, my dear.
Permit me.
My wife, Madame Sangre.
Mr. Summers, Mr.
McCarthy, our guests.
How do you do, Madame Sangre?
Howdy.
My wife isn't
quite, uh, 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,
where supposedly they
are dead, yet retain
a certain amount of animation.
She lives, yet walks in
the land of those beyond.
Forgive us if we 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 and 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 the plane
and leave?
Barbara, how can you talk of
leaving to our guests, when
they have only just arrived?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it that way.
Ah, 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 ups and leaves.
Unfortunately that's
easier said than done.
None may leave this
island if he so chooses.
How's that?
Oh, uh, of course
I'm only speaking
about myself and my family.
You see, Bill, Austrian refugees
had to flee without passports.
Uh, we had no choice.
But we're different, huh?
Ha, naturally.
You wouldn't be on
this island if it
hadn't been for your crash.
It's that so, Mr. Summers?
Well, that's about
the size of it.
You now, 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 in the same region.
Oh.
Anyone of importance?
Yup.
Admiral Wainwright.
One of our ranking admirals.
Mm-hmm.
He was on his way to Panama.
A mission of some sort
for the government.
How unfortunate.
But 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.
Relic symbols of black
magic, lycanthropy, voodoo.
Is that so?
Quite so.
You're Irish, are you not?
Sure, anybody can see that.
Now, that should be of
special interest to you.
Why, me?
Because it comes
from your country.
This ceremonial mask worn
by the ancient Druid high
priests during the
rites of transmigration.
Transmigration?
Yes, it means the transfer
of the soul of the dead
to the body of the living.
Ain't that kind of
tough on the living?
[chuckles] 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
Ireland, 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 skug
dugger in the kitchen.
Why that ain't no business
for a man who used
to resorting with big shots.
Who you trying to fool?
Why the only big shot
around these here
parts, is Dr. Sangre.
And I sure know you
ain't no pal of hisin'.
Hmm.
I don't intend to be.
Why that Dr. 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 ya 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 this secret
about Mr. Bill?
Well he's on a little special
business for the government.
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, they gonna send him
all the way to the Bahamas.
Samantha.
Tahama.
[speaking german]
Hey, what's up?
What's up?
It's almost 12 o'clock.
The witching hour.
Witching hour?
What do that mean?
It means you better be in
bed or the haints'll get you.
Haints?
Haints?
It's their feeding time,
and they likes dark meat.
Dark meat?
You don't have to play
no second chord for me
to find out who that mean.
Where's that bed?
You stay here.
Oh, mister.
I got a date with a dream.
You stay here.
Aw, couldn't we flip a coin
or something to see if I stay,
or else?
Pay no attention to
anything you see or hear.
[cackling] Pleasant dreams.
Nighty night, sugar pie.
Remember!
How can I forget to remember?
Don't worry, mister.
I Couldn't get outta
here if I wanted to.
Boy, I is petrified.
[music playing]
Where there's
light, there's hope.
Boy, I need all the hopes
that I can dig up tonight.
Sure wish I had learned to
burn a candle on both ends.
[music playing]
Now that's more like it.
If I just had me a couple of
Lenox Avenue street lights,
I could really sleep.
[clock chimes]
Witching hour.
Feeding time for the haints,
and I'm caught in the kitchen.
[clock chimes]
[clock chimes]
[clock chimes]
[clock chimes]
[clock chimes]
My goodness!
Fire eaters.
[music playing]
Don't come close to me.
I ain't no filet mignon.
[music playing]
-Good night, gentlemen.
-Good night, Doctor.
Mr. Bill.
Mr. Bill.
They after me!
They after me!
Now what?
The zombies.
They 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 seen 'em with my own eyes.
He seems to be troubled
with hallucinations.
No, sir.
Zombies.
That's what I'm troubled with.
You know what, Mr. Bill?
Why they tried to
have me for dinner.
[laughing] Nonsense!
Zombies don't eat meat.
That ain't the way I heard it.
Ah, the crack-up must have
given him a concussion.
You'll be all right in
the morning, Jeff, as soon
as you have a good night's rest.
You right about
me needing rest,
but I can't get it sleeping
down there in that morgue.
Oh, you can stay
up here with us.
Mr. Bill, them is
the joyfullest words
that I ever heard.
Oh, 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 him a bit.
Well, forgive me.
I forgot.
After all, he is your servant.
Good night, gentlemen.
Good night, Doc.
Whew!
Good gracious, oh me.
This joint gives
me the willies.
I second the motion.
Well, 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?
Well I'm getting off
it if I have to swim!
And me, right behind ya.
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
that I saw down in that kitchen.
Why, Mr. Bill, this
place is zombiefied.
But good.
Ah, forget it, Jeff.
There may be something
to that zombie gag, Bill.
I've heard of 'em.
Ah, go on.
When a man's dead, he's dead.
Well supposing he's
dead and don't know it.
Forget it, will you Jeff?
And go on to bed.
Where am I gonna sleep?
Sleep there on the couch.
Right over here?
Whew!
[electricity humming]
Hey!
What's that?
That's a generator as sure as
there's shamrocks in Ireland.
Maybe it's for the
electric lights?
Have you seen electric
lights around here?
Maybe they ain't
screwed 'em in yet.
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.
Well, let me tell you this.
If we live through the night and
that radio on the plane is OK,
I'm gonna camp on it tomorrow,
'til I scare up a gun boat.
[snores]
[music playing]
Good gracious, oh me!
Mr. Bill,
What's the matter?
-What happened?
-Everything happened!
At first it was zombies,
and then it was haints!
And now it's a lady ghost!
She come right
through that wall.
Now look, Jeff.
The first couple
of times was funny,
but now you're going too far.
Oh, no I ain't, Mr. Bill.
She walked right
through that wall.
Oh, it's your imagination.
Go on back to bed.
Imagination!
Why, Mr. Bill, my imagination
ain't that strong.
Why, imagination couldn't
drop this, could it?
Look at that!
What is it?
It's an earring.
Where'd you say she went?
She walked right
through that wall,
just like it wudn't there.
Right here, Mr. Bill.
I show it to you, too.
She walked right
through this wall, here.
And don't ask me
how she done it.
Ah, it's solid as a rock.
That gets me.
Any idea who she was?
I didn't ask the lady her name.
I was doing pretty
good just looking.
Whaddya say, Bill?
You still think he's crazy?
Eh, I'll tell ya
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]
[music playing]
Nothing doing.
Looks like even the doorknobs
are haunted around this joint.
I'm gonna find out what
this is all about right now!
Oh, Mr. Bill.
With all these
haints around here,
does we have to go
looking for 'em?
Well, you can stay here, Jeff.
No, sir.
Wherever thou goes, I'll go.
I hope it ain't too far.
Well, keep your eyes open.
Let's have a look downstairs.
[music playing]
[stairs creaking]
It's quiet as a tomb.
A tomb?
[music playing]
[footsteps]
Shh.
[footsteps]
Mac.
Yeah?
We better split up.
Uhm, you don't mean three ways?
Uh, Mr. Bill, I
think two is better.
Look, Jim.
Where did you say
you saw those things?
Oh, Mr. Bill, you ain't going
down in that zombie nest?
Where is it?
Oh, back in the kitchen.
That's for me.
All right, I'll
look around up here.
-OK, come on, Jeff.
-Who me?
No, sir.
-Shh!
Oh, Mr. Mac.
I ain't got no
business down there.
Pipe down.
You gotta show me the way.
Does I has 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 tonight
if I had crooked dice.
Go.
I never heard of such a thing.
[music playing]
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.
Do 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 go 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.
She is hypnotized, isn'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 every
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.
Oh, I'll do anything.
Anything I can.
Well, 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.
Hmm.
Do you think you could find it?
I'll try.
Swell.
We better get
back to our rooms.
Is-- 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're
outta be very easy to find.
That's just what I'm afraid of.
Come on, let's
have a look around.
Mm-mm.
Not me.
I'm gonna stay right here.
[music playing]
--[chuckles] The tropic
sure gives a man a color.
[chuckles] Don't
do that, Mr. Mac.
You know my heart
can't stand it.
[chuckles]
You know one thing,
Mr. Mac, you see-- Wow!
Mr. Mac!
Mr. Mac!
Mr. Mac!
[music playing]
Mr. Bill, the
zombies got Mr. Mac.
[grunts]
You all right, Mac?
Yeah.
Looks like I pulled
another Branigan.
That's not so bad,
it's just a bump.
Yeah, two cracks on
the bean in 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
Yeah, I got tangled up
with one of your ape men,
and got the worst
of the argument.
Too bad, I
should've warned you.
Some of my servants
act as guards at night.
Are you sure it
wasn't a zombie?
Ridiculous!
Oh, he knows it wasn't
a zombie, Doctor.
It was our fault. We should
be taking your advice,
and stayed where we belonged.
You're a sensible
man, Mr. Summers.
Now let's go back
to bed, fellas.
I'm sorry, this
won't happen again.
You know?
This dump don't look
half bad in the daylight.
Yeah, It almost
makes last night
seem 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.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Howdy.
I think you dropped
this last night.
That?
Oh no.
That belongs to my aunt.
I'm so glad I was able
to find you alone.
There's something
I've got to tell you.
Hmm, what is it?
It's about last night.
There's a--
[door opens]
Good morning.
Having an interesting
conversation, my dear?
Uh, Ms. Winslow was just
telling us about your island.
That's right.
Oh, 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.
Not at all.
It was an unexpected treat.
You seem to admire
my wife's earrings.
Oh, I was just a--
My wedding present to her.
Hmm, 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, why 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 to take
a look at the plane.
Uh, yes.
We're anxious to see what
damage was done by the crash
last night.
I see.
Would you care to
join us, Ms. Winslow?
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.
Oh, 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
'em 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 cockeyed
racket I ever bumped into.
Well, I'm for getting out
of it as quick as possible.
Let's get the 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 head stone.
That guy was buried
over a week ago,
and somebody must've dug him up.
Come on.
Boy, will I be glad to
get away from this joint.
Well, it could have been worse.
Hey, Mac.
Come here!
What's the matter?
Is it busted?
How d'ya like that?
Eh, somebody's dismantled it.
Dismantled 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!
Oh, calm down, Mac.
Raving isn't gonna
get us anywhere.
I'm gonna 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 try
and find that generator
we heard humming last night.
Hey, that's an idea!
If the old man's got a
radio hidden away someplace,
we could sure use it.
Let's go.
You better let me handle this.
Like you said, we don't want
to make anybody suspicious.
And with two of us
snooping around,
it mightn't look so hot.
OK, 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.
[chuckles]
[pounding of jungle drums]
[music playing]
[slam]
[pounding of jungle drums]
[chanting in foreign 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 put him to sleep.
I am Mammalai, High
Voodoo Priestess.
I send him in trance so he talk.
Too slow.
He has valuable information
which we must have at once!
The three men upstairs may
be in the Secret Service.
You must make him talk, Tahama!
[pounding of jungle drums]
[chanting]
Dr. Sangre [speaking in german]
Dr. Sangre [speaking in german]
Have another piece
of pie, honey lamb?
I all ready had two.
You already had six, but
does you want another one?
Well, if you insist.
Boy, you's the most
pious man I ever did see.
Ain't it the truth.
I bet you none of
them gals in Harlem
never baked you
no pie like that.
Oh, I don't know.
Oh, you ain't so smart.
I had me a beau once.
And he wasn't no common
ol' valet like you neither.
Is that so?
He was an exporter.
An exporter?
That's right.
Now that's fine.
What did he handle?
Bags, on the Pullman train.
What become of him?
He was killed by
a revolving crane.
A revolving crane?
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm!
Y'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?
Mm-hmm.
He's Lazarus.
That zombie you met last night.
Oh, no, that one?
Hmm?
Jeff!
Oh, it's you, Mr. Bill.
You sure gave me a turn.
Have you seen Mac?
He's been missing since
early this morning.
So, 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 better
go look for him?
All right.
Before we go, run upstairs
and get my gun in the bag,
will you?
What, you gonna shoot somebody?
Well, don't ask any questions.
Meet me in the library.
Yes, sir.
[music playing]
[door slams]
Oh, excuse me, Mr. Doctor.
I'm in the wrong room.
No I ain't 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.
Oh, not to me, Mr. Doctor.
What is the matter?
Shh.
Oh, Doctor.
Watch.
[music playing]
That's where that lady went!
What lady?
The ghost lady.
[music playing]
The ghost lady?
Ye-- yes, sir.
She went right through there.
Come.
Now wait a minute, Doc.
Now wait a minute,
Mr.-- Mr. Sangre.
[music playing]
Mr. Bill ain't gonna like this.
Where is you taking me?
Quiet.
[music playing]
Where is we going?
Shh.
[music playing]
Jeff, get a move on,
we've 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 have no gun, Sir.
Don't lie to me!
Somebody has.
Where's Jeff?
Where is he?
And Mac, what's happened to him?
I wouldn't know, Sir.
You're gonna tell me or I'll--
I said I wouldn't know, Sir.
You wouldn't spill
it if you did know.
I'm gonna find him
if I have to search
every inch of this island.
Yes, Sir.
[door slams]
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.
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 am-- I is?
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.
Mac!
Jeff!
[pounding of jungle drums]
Mac!
Mac!
Where are you?
Jeff!
[pounding of jungle drums]
[drums stop]
No!
No!
No!
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.
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.
Oh, I'm only trying to undo
what already has been done.
By hypnotizing
her, still further?
But it's the only way,
you must believe me!
I wouldn't believe you or
anybody else in this madhouse.
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.
Why, no.
I-- Look.
Mac!
He's sick.
Get some brandy.
Mac, tell me what's a matter.
What happened?
Where have you been?
It doesn't do any good.
Well, I hope you're satisfied!
No, I didn't--
I saw your friend
enter from the jungle.
Is anything the matter?
What do you think?
Well, let's have a look.
Hmm.
I was afraid of that.
He has contracted a very rare
and dangerous jungle fever.
Is that so?
It paralyzes to move to
a region of his brain.
He must have medical
attention at once.
Well, you're a doctor.
See what you can do about it.
I'm sorry, it's
beyond my powers.
I thought so.
You're going to let him die.
Not at all.
There is a native doctor
in the village who knows
more about this than I do.
We'll send for him at once.
I see.
Find Momba, and send
for Dr. Couillie.
Yes, Doctor.
You'd better put him to bed.
Mr. Summers, this
is Dr. Couillie.
Charmed, Mr. Summers, I'm sure.
How do you do, Doctor.
Dr. Couillie was
educated in your country.
America.
Precisely.
This is the patient, I presume.
Yes, make it snappy.
Will you, Doctor?
[music playing]
I'm sorry, there's
nothing I can do.
Nothing?
Are you sure?
Positive.
This man has been
dead since morning.
[music playing]
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 prying into things
that did not concern him.
[speaking german], Doctor.
[speaking 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 rights of transmigration.
Get everything ready.
Inform Tahama, and get
Madame Sangre to the dungeon.
Madame Sangre?
You heard me!
Hurry!
Tahama.
The ceremony [speaking 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 your told!
And you'd better set another
plate, for we're going
to have company for dinner.
Company?
You mean there's a new one?
That's right.
The Irishman from upstairs.
[cackling]
Well I do declare.
Imagine us having a
white zombie for dinner.
[claps]
[music playing]
Company, halt. One, two.
Jeff.
Gang way for King Zombie.
What you doing in that lineup?
Don't bother me, woman.
Can't you see I is 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 help it because
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.
That ain't no new
development with you.
Woman, where is 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 am the
six bit deluxe special.
This being a zombie
sure is a drawback.
Where's the salt?
You eats 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.
Woo!
What is you trying
to do, poison me?
How's you feeling?
How should I feel?
You ain't feeling dead, is you?
'Cause if you is,
then you's 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.
--[laughs] Well according
to this, I ain't dead.
That's all I wanna know.
Then you ain't no zombie.
How you know?
'Cause when a zombie looks in
a mirror, he 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?
What am I--
Hey, where you going?
Jeff, where have you been?
What are you doing
coming out of there?
One at a time, Mr. Bill.
I just been reincarnated.
You what?
I just got de-zombiefied.
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 'em?
I just got through
eating dinner with 'em.
Where any of 'em white?
Why do you ask me that?
Samantha asked me the same
thing down in the kitchen.
Uh, I was just thinking of Mac.
They were in such a
hurry to bury him.
Bury him?
Is Mr. Mac dead?
Yeah.
Oh, my goodness.
Maybe he's the one that a--
The one?
Go on.
What one?
I was digging in a graveyard.
[chuckles] Can you imagine
me digging in a graveyard?
What about the graveyard?
No.
That couldn't have been me.
Oh, but Jeffrey, you've got--
[distant screaming]
What was that?
Sounded like a woman's scream.
What woman?
I don't know, but it
sounded like Barbara.
I'll get the flashlight.
Off again.
Down here.
I'm coming, but my
heart ain't in it.
This way.
[music playing]
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 ain't
responsible for nothing
you sees.
Mr. Bill, ain't that a coffin?
It's Mac's.
You don't think he done joined
up with the zombies, do ya?
I don't know.
But if that Sangre thinks
he can use Mac's body to--
What's a matter?
Listen.
[pounding of jungle drums]
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 'em.
Oh, Mr. Bill.
Ain't we found
enough for one day?
After this there's no
telling what he's up to.
Mac might be-- Oh, come on.
I'm coming.
[pounding of jungle drums]
Mr. Bill.
Does we has to do this?
Quiet, Jeff.
I ain't said a word.
[pounding of jungle drums]
[screaming]
[screaming]
In there.
[screaming]
[chanting]
[grunts]
Uh, it won't budge.
Jeff, you were down here.
Don't you remember
how you got in?
I can't remember.
Think hard, Jeff.
We've got to get in there.
Now let me think.
[chanting continues]
[chanting speeds up]
Who are you?
Speak!
Tell me!
Who are you?
I am-- I am--
Admiral-- Admiral--
[chanting gets faster]
Admiral Wainwright,
what were your orders?
To go-- To go--
[clacking]
Stop!
Stop!
Momba, you fool!
She was just going to talk.
Unbelievers, outsiders come in.
Get them!
Mac, go back!
It's Bill, Bill
Summers, your pal!
Go back!
Mac, go back!
[screaming]
Stop!
Go back!
Stop!
Stop them!
[screaming]
[bang] [bang] [bang]
[scream]
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?
Oh, those bullets
didn't help him any.
He'll need a little
patching up when
that Coast Guard car
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.
He killed the crew
and tortured me
to get information about our
Canal Zone fortifications
for his government.
Hmm.
He didn't succeed at first.
And then he decided to try
this a, voodoo business.
Oh, you mean those-- those
rights of transmigration
he talked about.
Yes, that's right.
You see, 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.
So first he tried to use
Madame Sangre as a subject.
And 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.
If there's one thing that
I wouldn't want to be twice,
zombies is both of 'em.
[music playing]
[music playing]
[propellers buzzing]
Hello.
McCarthy calling.
McCarthy calling.
Hello?
Any luck, Mac?
Nah, I can't even scare
up a news broadcast.
Where do you think we are?
Search me.
We lost the beam hours ago.
Probably somewhere between
Cuba and Puerto Rico.
Is it that bad?
It ain't good.
Uh-oh.
I knowed I wudn't cut
out to be no black bird.
If you had those weather
gadgets of yours set up,
we wouldn't have
gotten into this mess.
Ah, if that new Navy base
gets a weather bureau now,
it'll be a miracle.
Uh, Mr. Bill.
Ain't this the spot where
Admiral Wainwright's plane
turned up missing last week?
Yeah.
Uh-oh, look out Admiral.
Here we come.
Try to contact 'em again, Mac.
Hello.
McCarthy calling.
Plane C-108 calling.
Why don't somebody answer?
We're lost, do ya hear?
Lost!
Not a murmur.
How's the gas holding out?
That's something else again.
Well, there are plenty of
small islands down here.
Better go down and find
a spot for landing.
That's what I'll--
[radio transmission starting]
Wait a minute.
There's something coming in.
[radio transmission in german]
That's a new lingo to me.
I don't understand it.
Think we're near
a radio station?
Well the way it's
coming in, we must be
right over their transmitter.
Well that's a break.
Well I'm going down
and take a look.
Hold on, boys.
[propellers buzzing]
There's a clearing ahead,
I think I can make it.
Think, did you say think?
[propellers buzzing]
[rumbling]
[crunching]
[ka-boom]
[music playing]
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 do this yet to me.
Lemme outta here!
Lemme outta here!
Lemme outta here!
Now lemme outta here!
-Hey, hey.
What's the matter with you?
Good gracious.
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?
Ain't we dead?
Of course we're not dead.
I thought I was a little
off-color to be a ghost.
Oh, there's no such
thing as ghosts, Jeff.
There ain't?
Well what's that, then?
That's no ghost, come on.
I cain't.
My foot done took to root.
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?
That's a fine spot
for a crack up.
Well, let's look around.
Somebody must live around here.
Come on.
[pounding of jungle drums]
Quiet, will ya.
Whatcha trying to
do, wake up the dead?
What's the matter?
Did you hear something?
No, sir.
Just my heart trying
to jump outta my chest.
That's drums.
Drums?
That's my cue for me to
start parading outta here.
[pounding of jungle drums]
Look.
That's a creepy-looking place.
Sure dark.
Suppose anybody lives in there?
In that hainted house?
If they do, they sleep on slabs.
Let's find out.
Not me.
Y'all going in there.
I ain't going in that mausoleum.
I'm gonna stay right here
until I change my mind.
A wait a minute.
I done changed my mind.
[pounding of jungle drums]
[steps creaking]
Ring the bell, Jeff.
Oh, Mr. Bill.
You the one wants
to go in there.
You ring the bell.
[doorbell ringing]
Sound like a ice cream man.
Hmm, there's nobody here.
Who's that?
[music playing]
Welcome to my humble home.
Thank you.
We were just--
I know.
You're plane crashed
in the jungle.
Well, yes.
How did you know?
Very little happens
on this island
that I do not know about.
Momba, we have guests.
Prepare the library.
Have these gentlemen's
bags brought in.
Well, excuse me, gentlemen.
May I introduce myself.
I'm Doctor Mikhail
Sangre, late of Vienna.
Follow me, gentlemen.
Mr. Bill, let's get outta here.
Oh don't be silly, Jeff.
Go on.
Oh that man ain't no doctor.
It's something wrong here.
Well that's Svengali.
Ah.
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 Garters.
Ah, you have been hurt.
Ah, it's nothing.
Just a crack on the head.
Nothing you say.
The slightest injury on this
island often proves fatal.
Whaddya mean?
The climate and yet.
Yet, what?
They say that evil
spirits lurk here,
waiting to prey on the injured.
Ha!
That's a lot of bunk.
Maybe.
How about a spot of
brandy to warm you up?
Fine.
Momba.
[non-english speech]
My servant intrigues you?
Is that one of those spirits
that you was 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.
You see, 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?
Mm-hmm.
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, well, boats do
stop here fairly often.
How often?
Well, the next one is due
in about two weeks' time.
However I hoped you will be
my guests, in the meantime.
I'm afraid we'll
have to, Doctor.
Thank you.
Well, that's settled then.
Ah, let me show
you to your rooms.
[door closes]
Didn't-- 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 gets around
fast, don't he?
Ah, Mr. Summers.
Ah, this is your room.
Mr. McCarthy's, your
quarters adjoin.
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 got with him alone?
He won't hurt you
if he likes you.
And if he don't?
Oh, Mr. Bill.
Does I has 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.
[speaking german]
--[laughing] You ain't
by any chance a member
of the Mystic Knight of the Pink
Garters, is you? [laughing] No?
Harlem never was like this.
Dinner at 8 o'clock.
Make yourselves at home.
And I'll get something for
your head, Mr. McCarthy.
Thank you, Doctor.
Whaddya think?
I don't know what to think.
Are you sure we were
flying over this island
when we picked up
that broadcast?
I'd swear to it on
a stack of Bibles.
And did you notice the lingo
he was talking to that banshee?
You mean it was the same?
Nothing else, but.
It was the same blabber
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.
[stairs creaking]
Whew.
If it was in me, I
sure would be pale now.
Samantha.
Well I do declare.
Hello there, bright eyes.
Where did you come from?
Alabama.
Alabama.
Ain't that nice.
After galavanting around
with hatchet face,
you is a pleasant surprise.
Is you my new associate?
Is I?
Well if I ain't, that's what
I'm thinking of. [chuckles]
Hey, who's that?
Methuselah?
Tahama.
I know a museum that
would give a fortune
just to have her under glass.
What's a museum?
That's where they
keep dead things.
Oh, like here.
Hmm?
What's cooking?
That's brew.
Brew?
Home brew at this day and age?
Why don't you people know that
probation has been repealed?
Taste.
I don't care if I do.
Phew.
How's it taste?
I don't know, but
it ain't kosher.
What's it for?
It's a magic potion for
scaring away the evil spirits.
Evil spirits?
Good gracious, oh me!
Well, there is evil
spirits around here.
Why sure.
The place is crawling with 'em.
And that ain't all.
-What?
There's more?
More?
You ain't heard nothing.
Just wait'll you
see the zombies.
Zombies?
What's them?
Dead folks, what walks around.
They does?
Here?
Especially here.
Why here especially?
'Cause this is where
they grow the best.
They's all over this place.
And all you have to
do is clap your hands,
and they comes a running.
[music playing]
Who is they?
Who is they?
Zombies.
[screams]
[music playing]
What kept you so long?
Wow!
Mr. Bill!
Mr. Bill!
Mr. Bill!
What's the matter, Jeff?
I seen 'em.
I seen 'em.
You saw what?
They all over the place.
They everywhere.
What's everywhere?
BARBARA WINSLOW: Heads.
Big black ones
with frozen faces.
With eyes that looks at'cha
and they don't see nothing.
What's he talking about?
Oh, zombies!
Mr. Bill, let's get outta here.
Why this place is
a walking cemetery.
Wait a minute, Jeff.
What's this all about?
What's a zombie?
Well a zombie, they is
uhm, Mr. Bill, they is--
The living dead.
The living dead?
That's it.
That's what they is.
That 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 ain't willing
to unlearn just as quick.
I'm afraid Jeff's
been seeing things.
Ain't it the truth.
Where did you
see these zombies?
Uh, Mr. Bill, I saw 'em
down into the kitchen.
They walked in there just
like they owned the place.
Huh, undoubtedly
some of my servants.
No, sir.
Not them babies.
Why they is fugitives
from the undertaker.
If it is true what he says,
it might be amusing to see
these creatures for ourselves.
In the kitchen, you say?
Yes, sir.
That's where I seen 'em.
Shall we investigate?
Sounds a little crazy.
It's all right with me, I guess.
How about you, Mac?
Yeah, sure.
I don't mind.
Superstition plays a very
important part in the life
of these West Indian natives.
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 'em with my own eyes.
Samantha, you was standing
right beside of me
when them two
perishables walked in.
The only perishable thing
around here is you, big boy.
You've been dreaming.
Dreaming?
I never dreamt a dream like
that in my wildest nightmare.
Mr. Bill, they was
the real McCoy.
He tasted my brew.
It made him drunk. [cackling]
Oh, Mr. Bill.
Don't pay no attention to her.
I wasn't drunk.
You've got to believe me!
You better take it easy,
Jeff, and lay off that brew.
Now that we have
convinced ourselves
that there are 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 thinks you did.
Think?
I don't think that good.
I seen 'em, 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, that
Mr. Sangre don't
like for nobody to know that
he got zombies around here?
That's right.
How come?
What'd he do, grew 'em?
No, but he sure cultivates 'em.
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.
[stairs creaking]
Alyce.
You're down early, my dear.
Permit me.
My wife, Madame Sangre.
Mr. Summers, Mr.
McCarthy, our guests.
How do you do, Madame Sangre?
Howdy.
My wife isn't
quite, uh, 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,
where supposedly they
are dead, yet retain
a certain amount of animation.
She lives, yet walks in
the land of those beyond.
Forgive us if we 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 and 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 the plane
and leave?
Barbara, how can you talk of
leaving to our guests, when
they have only just arrived?
Oh, I'm sorry.
I didn't mean it that way.
Ah, 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 ups and leaves.
Unfortunately that's
easier said than done.
None may leave this
island if he so chooses.
How's that?
Oh, uh, of course
I'm only speaking
about myself and my family.
You see, Bill, Austrian refugees
had to flee without passports.
Uh, we had no choice.
But we're different, huh?
Ha, naturally.
You wouldn't be on
this island if it
hadn't been for your crash.
It's that so, Mr. Summers?
Well, that's about
the size of it.
You now, 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 in the same region.
Oh.
Anyone of importance?
Yup.
Admiral Wainwright.
One of our ranking admirals.
Mm-hmm.
He was on his way to Panama.
A mission of some sort
for the government.
How unfortunate.
But 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.
Relic symbols of black
magic, lycanthropy, voodoo.
Is that so?
Quite so.
You're Irish, are you not?
Sure, anybody can see that.
Now, that should be of
special interest to you.
Why, me?
Because it comes
from your country.
This ceremonial mask worn
by the ancient Druid high
priests during the
rites of transmigration.
Transmigration?
Yes, it means the transfer
of the soul of the dead
to the body of the living.
Ain't that kind of
tough on the living?
[chuckles] 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
Ireland, 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 skug
dugger in the kitchen.
Why that ain't no business
for a man who used
to resorting with big shots.
Who you trying to fool?
Why the only big shot
around these here
parts, is Dr. Sangre.
And I sure know you
ain't no pal of hisin'.
Hmm.
I don't intend to be.
Why that Dr. 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 ya 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 this secret
about Mr. Bill?
Well he's on a little special
business for the government.
Yeah.
Mm-hmm.
Yeah, they gonna send him
all the way to the Bahamas.
Samantha.
Tahama.
[speaking german]
Hey, what's up?
What's up?
It's almost 12 o'clock.
The witching hour.
Witching hour?
What do that mean?
It means you better be in
bed or the haints'll get you.
Haints?
Haints?
It's their feeding time,
and they likes dark meat.
Dark meat?
You don't have to play
no second chord for me
to find out who that mean.
Where's that bed?
You stay here.
Oh, mister.
I got a date with a dream.
You stay here.
Aw, couldn't we flip a coin
or something to see if I stay,
or else?
Pay no attention to
anything you see or hear.
[cackling] Pleasant dreams.
Nighty night, sugar pie.
Remember!
How can I forget to remember?
Don't worry, mister.
I Couldn't get outta
here if I wanted to.
Boy, I is petrified.
[music playing]
Where there's
light, there's hope.
Boy, I need all the hopes
that I can dig up tonight.
Sure wish I had learned to
burn a candle on both ends.
[music playing]
Now that's more like it.
If I just had me a couple of
Lenox Avenue street lights,
I could really sleep.
[clock chimes]
Witching hour.
Feeding time for the haints,
and I'm caught in the kitchen.
[clock chimes]
[clock chimes]
[clock chimes]
[clock chimes]
[clock chimes]
My goodness!
Fire eaters.
[music playing]
Don't come close to me.
I ain't no filet mignon.
[music playing]
-Good night, gentlemen.
-Good night, Doctor.
Mr. Bill.
Mr. Bill.
They after me!
They after me!
Now what?
The zombies.
They 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 seen 'em with my own eyes.
He seems to be troubled
with hallucinations.
No, sir.
Zombies.
That's what I'm troubled with.
You know what, Mr. Bill?
Why they tried to
have me for dinner.
[laughing] Nonsense!
Zombies don't eat meat.
That ain't the way I heard it.
Ah, the crack-up must have
given him a concussion.
You'll be all right in
the morning, Jeff, as soon
as you have a good night's rest.
You right about
me needing rest,
but I can't get it sleeping
down there in that morgue.
Oh, you can stay
up here with us.
Mr. Bill, them is
the joyfullest words
that I ever heard.
Oh, 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 him a bit.
Well, forgive me.
I forgot.
After all, he is your servant.
Good night, gentlemen.
Good night, Doc.
Whew!
Good gracious, oh me.
This joint gives
me the willies.
I second the motion.
Well, 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?
Well I'm getting off
it if I have to swim!
And me, right behind ya.
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
that I saw down in that kitchen.
Why, Mr. Bill, this
place is zombiefied.
But good.
Ah, forget it, Jeff.
There may be something
to that zombie gag, Bill.
I've heard of 'em.
Ah, go on.
When a man's dead, he's dead.
Well supposing he's
dead and don't know it.
Forget it, will you Jeff?
And go on to bed.
Where am I gonna sleep?
Sleep there on the couch.
Right over here?
Whew!
[electricity humming]
Hey!
What's that?
That's a generator as sure as
there's shamrocks in Ireland.
Maybe it's for the
electric lights?
Have you seen electric
lights around here?
Maybe they ain't
screwed 'em in yet.
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.
Well, let me tell you this.
If we live through the night and
that radio on the plane is OK,
I'm gonna camp on it tomorrow,
'til I scare up a gun boat.
[snores]
[music playing]
Good gracious, oh me!
Mr. Bill,
What's the matter?
-What happened?
-Everything happened!
At first it was zombies,
and then it was haints!
And now it's a lady ghost!
She come right
through that wall.
Now look, Jeff.
The first couple
of times was funny,
but now you're going too far.
Oh, no I ain't, Mr. Bill.
She walked right
through that wall.
Oh, it's your imagination.
Go on back to bed.
Imagination!
Why, Mr. Bill, my imagination
ain't that strong.
Why, imagination couldn't
drop this, could it?
Look at that!
What is it?
It's an earring.
Where'd you say she went?
She walked right
through that wall,
just like it wudn't there.
Right here, Mr. Bill.
I show it to you, too.
She walked right
through this wall, here.
And don't ask me
how she done it.
Ah, it's solid as a rock.
That gets me.
Any idea who she was?
I didn't ask the lady her name.
I was doing pretty
good just looking.
Whaddya say, Bill?
You still think he's crazy?
Eh, I'll tell ya
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]
[music playing]
Nothing doing.
Looks like even the doorknobs
are haunted around this joint.
I'm gonna find out what
this is all about right now!
Oh, Mr. Bill.
With all these
haints around here,
does we have to go
looking for 'em?
Well, you can stay here, Jeff.
No, sir.
Wherever thou goes, I'll go.
I hope it ain't too far.
Well, keep your eyes open.
Let's have a look downstairs.
[music playing]
[stairs creaking]
It's quiet as a tomb.
A tomb?
[music playing]
[footsteps]
Shh.
[footsteps]
Mac.
Yeah?
We better split up.
Uhm, you don't mean three ways?
Uh, Mr. Bill, I
think two is better.
Look, Jim.
Where did you say
you saw those things?
Oh, Mr. Bill, you ain't going
down in that zombie nest?
Where is it?
Oh, back in the kitchen.
That's for me.
All right, I'll
look around up here.
-OK, come on, Jeff.
-Who me?
No, sir.
-Shh!
Oh, Mr. Mac.
I ain't got no
business down there.
Pipe down.
You gotta show me the way.
Does I has 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 tonight
if I had crooked dice.
Go.
I never heard of such a thing.
[music playing]
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.
Do 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 go 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.
She is hypnotized, isn'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 every
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.
Oh, I'll do anything.
Anything I can.
Well, 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.
Hmm.
Do you think you could find it?
I'll try.
Swell.
We better get
back to our rooms.
Is-- 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're
outta be very easy to find.
That's just what I'm afraid of.
Come on, let's
have a look around.
Mm-mm.
Not me.
I'm gonna stay right here.
[music playing]
--[chuckles] The tropic
sure gives a man a color.
[chuckles] Don't
do that, Mr. Mac.
You know my heart
can't stand it.
[chuckles]
You know one thing,
Mr. Mac, you see-- Wow!
Mr. Mac!
Mr. Mac!
Mr. Mac!
[music playing]
Mr. Bill, the
zombies got Mr. Mac.
[grunts]
You all right, Mac?
Yeah.
Looks like I pulled
another Branigan.
That's not so bad,
it's just a bump.
Yeah, two cracks on
the bean in 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
Yeah, I got tangled up
with one of your ape men,
and got the worst
of the argument.
Too bad, I
should've warned you.
Some of my servants
act as guards at night.
Are you sure it
wasn't a zombie?
Ridiculous!
Oh, he knows it wasn't
a zombie, Doctor.
It was our fault. We should
be taking your advice,
and stayed where we belonged.
You're a sensible
man, Mr. Summers.
Now let's go back
to bed, fellas.
I'm sorry, this
won't happen again.
You know?
This dump don't look
half bad in the daylight.
Yeah, It almost
makes last night
seem 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.
Good morning.
Good morning.
Howdy.
I think you dropped
this last night.
That?
Oh no.
That belongs to my aunt.
I'm so glad I was able
to find you alone.
There's something
I've got to tell you.
Hmm, what is it?
It's about last night.
There's a--
[door opens]
Good morning.
Having an interesting
conversation, my dear?
Uh, Ms. Winslow was just
telling us about your island.
That's right.
Oh, 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.
Not at all.
It was an unexpected treat.
You seem to admire
my wife's earrings.
Oh, I was just a--
My wedding present to her.
Hmm, 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, why 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 to take
a look at the plane.
Uh, yes.
We're anxious to see what
damage was done by the crash
last night.
I see.
Would you care to
join us, Ms. Winslow?
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.
Oh, 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
'em 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 cockeyed
racket I ever bumped into.
Well, I'm for getting out
of it as quick as possible.
Let's get the 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 head stone.
That guy was buried
over a week ago,
and somebody must've dug him up.
Come on.
Boy, will I be glad to
get away from this joint.
Well, it could have been worse.
Hey, Mac.
Come here!
What's the matter?
Is it busted?
How d'ya like that?
Eh, somebody's dismantled it.
Dismantled 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!
Oh, calm down, Mac.
Raving isn't gonna
get us anywhere.
I'm gonna 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 try
and find that generator
we heard humming last night.
Hey, that's an idea!
If the old man's got a
radio hidden away someplace,
we could sure use it.
Let's go.
You better let me handle this.
Like you said, we don't want
to make anybody suspicious.
And with two of us
snooping around,
it mightn't look so hot.
OK, 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.
[chuckles]
[pounding of jungle drums]
[music playing]
[slam]
[pounding of jungle drums]
[chanting in foreign 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 put him to sleep.
I am Mammalai, High
Voodoo Priestess.
I send him in trance so he talk.
Too slow.
He has valuable information
which we must have at once!
The three men upstairs may
be in the Secret Service.
You must make him talk, Tahama!
[pounding of jungle drums]
[chanting]
Dr. Sangre [speaking in german]
Dr. Sangre [speaking in german]
Have another piece
of pie, honey lamb?
I all ready had two.
You already had six, but
does you want another one?
Well, if you insist.
Boy, you's the most
pious man I ever did see.
Ain't it the truth.
I bet you none of
them gals in Harlem
never baked you
no pie like that.
Oh, I don't know.
Oh, you ain't so smart.
I had me a beau once.
And he wasn't no common
ol' valet like you neither.
Is that so?
He was an exporter.
An exporter?
That's right.
Now that's fine.
What did he handle?
Bags, on the Pullman train.
What become of him?
He was killed by
a revolving crane.
A revolving crane?
Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm!
Y'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?
Mm-hmm.
He's Lazarus.
That zombie you met last night.
Oh, no, that one?
Hmm?
Jeff!
Oh, it's you, Mr. Bill.
You sure gave me a turn.
Have you seen Mac?
He's been missing since
early this morning.
So, 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 better
go look for him?
All right.
Before we go, run upstairs
and get my gun in the bag,
will you?
What, you gonna shoot somebody?
Well, don't ask any questions.
Meet me in the library.
Yes, sir.
[music playing]
[door slams]
Oh, excuse me, Mr. Doctor.
I'm in the wrong room.
No I ain't 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.
Oh, not to me, Mr. Doctor.
What is the matter?
Shh.
Oh, Doctor.
Watch.
[music playing]
That's where that lady went!
What lady?
The ghost lady.
[music playing]
The ghost lady?
Ye-- yes, sir.
She went right through there.
Come.
Now wait a minute, Doc.
Now wait a minute,
Mr.-- Mr. Sangre.
[music playing]
Mr. Bill ain't gonna like this.
Where is you taking me?
Quiet.
[music playing]
Where is we going?
Shh.
[music playing]
Jeff, get a move on,
we've 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 have no gun, Sir.
Don't lie to me!
Somebody has.
Where's Jeff?
Where is he?
And Mac, what's happened to him?
I wouldn't know, Sir.
You're gonna tell me or I'll--
I said I wouldn't know, Sir.
You wouldn't spill
it if you did know.
I'm gonna find him
if I have to search
every inch of this island.
Yes, Sir.
[door slams]
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.
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 am-- I is?
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.
Mac!
Jeff!
[pounding of jungle drums]
Mac!
Mac!
Where are you?
Jeff!
[pounding of jungle drums]
[drums stop]
No!
No!
No!
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.
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.
Oh, I'm only trying to undo
what already has been done.
By hypnotizing
her, still further?
But it's the only way,
you must believe me!
I wouldn't believe you or
anybody else in this madhouse.
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.
Why, no.
I-- Look.
Mac!
He's sick.
Get some brandy.
Mac, tell me what's a matter.
What happened?
Where have you been?
It doesn't do any good.
Well, I hope you're satisfied!
No, I didn't--
I saw your friend
enter from the jungle.
Is anything the matter?
What do you think?
Well, let's have a look.
Hmm.
I was afraid of that.
He has contracted a very rare
and dangerous jungle fever.
Is that so?
It paralyzes to move to
a region of his brain.
He must have medical
attention at once.
Well, you're a doctor.
See what you can do about it.
I'm sorry, it's
beyond my powers.
I thought so.
You're going to let him die.
Not at all.
There is a native doctor
in the village who knows
more about this than I do.
We'll send for him at once.
I see.
Find Momba, and send
for Dr. Couillie.
Yes, Doctor.
You'd better put him to bed.
Mr. Summers, this
is Dr. Couillie.
Charmed, Mr. Summers, I'm sure.
How do you do, Doctor.
Dr. Couillie was
educated in your country.
America.
Precisely.
This is the patient, I presume.
Yes, make it snappy.
Will you, Doctor?
[music playing]
I'm sorry, there's
nothing I can do.
Nothing?
Are you sure?
Positive.
This man has been
dead since morning.
[music playing]
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 prying into things
that did not concern him.
[speaking german], Doctor.
[speaking 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 rights of transmigration.
Get everything ready.
Inform Tahama, and get
Madame Sangre to the dungeon.
Madame Sangre?
You heard me!
Hurry!
Tahama.
The ceremony [speaking 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 your told!
And you'd better set another
plate, for we're going
to have company for dinner.
Company?
You mean there's a new one?
That's right.
The Irishman from upstairs.
[cackling]
Well I do declare.
Imagine us having a
white zombie for dinner.
[claps]
[music playing]
Company, halt. One, two.
Jeff.
Gang way for King Zombie.
What you doing in that lineup?
Don't bother me, woman.
Can't you see I is 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 help it because
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.
That ain't no new
development with you.
Woman, where is 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 am the
six bit deluxe special.
This being a zombie
sure is a drawback.
Where's the salt?
You eats 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.
Woo!
What is you trying
to do, poison me?
How's you feeling?
How should I feel?
You ain't feeling dead, is you?
'Cause if you is,
then you's 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.
--[laughs] Well according
to this, I ain't dead.
That's all I wanna know.
Then you ain't no zombie.
How you know?
'Cause when a zombie looks in
a mirror, he 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?
What am I--
Hey, where you going?
Jeff, where have you been?
What are you doing
coming out of there?
One at a time, Mr. Bill.
I just been reincarnated.
You what?
I just got de-zombiefied.
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 'em?
I just got through
eating dinner with 'em.
Where any of 'em white?
Why do you ask me that?
Samantha asked me the same
thing down in the kitchen.
Uh, I was just thinking of Mac.
They were in such a
hurry to bury him.
Bury him?
Is Mr. Mac dead?
Yeah.
Oh, my goodness.
Maybe he's the one that a--
The one?
Go on.
What one?
I was digging in a graveyard.
[chuckles] Can you imagine
me digging in a graveyard?
What about the graveyard?
No.
That couldn't have been me.
Oh, but Jeffrey, you've got--
[distant screaming]
What was that?
Sounded like a woman's scream.
What woman?
I don't know, but it
sounded like Barbara.
I'll get the flashlight.
Off again.
Down here.
I'm coming, but my
heart ain't in it.
This way.
[music playing]
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 ain't
responsible for nothing
you sees.
Mr. Bill, ain't that a coffin?
It's Mac's.
You don't think he done joined
up with the zombies, do ya?
I don't know.
But if that Sangre thinks
he can use Mac's body to--
What's a matter?
Listen.
[pounding of jungle drums]
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 'em.
Oh, Mr. Bill.
Ain't we found
enough for one day?
After this there's no
telling what he's up to.
Mac might be-- Oh, come on.
I'm coming.
[pounding of jungle drums]
Mr. Bill.
Does we has to do this?
Quiet, Jeff.
I ain't said a word.
[pounding of jungle drums]
[screaming]
[screaming]
In there.
[screaming]
[chanting]
[grunts]
Uh, it won't budge.
Jeff, you were down here.
Don't you remember
how you got in?
I can't remember.
Think hard, Jeff.
We've got to get in there.
Now let me think.
[chanting continues]
[chanting speeds up]
Who are you?
Speak!
Tell me!
Who are you?
I am-- I am--
Admiral-- Admiral--
[chanting gets faster]
Admiral Wainwright,
what were your orders?
To go-- To go--
[clacking]
Stop!
Stop!
Momba, you fool!
She was just going to talk.
Unbelievers, outsiders come in.
Get them!
Mac, go back!
It's Bill, Bill
Summers, your pal!
Go back!
Mac, go back!
[screaming]
Stop!
Go back!
Stop!
Stop them!
[screaming]
[bang] [bang] [bang]
[scream]
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?
Oh, those bullets
didn't help him any.
He'll need a little
patching up when
that Coast Guard car
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.
He killed the crew
and tortured me
to get information about our
Canal Zone fortifications
for his government.
Hmm.
He didn't succeed at first.
And then he decided to try
this a, voodoo business.
Oh, you mean those-- those
rights of transmigration
he talked about.
Yes, that's right.
You see, 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.
So first he tried to use
Madame Sangre as a subject.
And 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.
If there's one thing that
I wouldn't want to be twice,
zombies is both of 'em.
[music playing]