The boat can leave now. Tell the crew.
Chopper one to headquarters. We got a sailboat on a collision course.
- Where's it at Chopper one? - It's just off Staten Island.
It was almost rundown by the Ferry. We can't raise anyone on board.
I'm sending out a patrol boat.
- That must be it, Bill. - Ok, we'll take a look at it.
The patrol boat is coming alongside the sailboat now.
This is the harbor patrol. Is anyone on board?
I think that boat's abandoned.
Yeah, she looks abandoned. The only question is: Why?
If she is, we stand to make a nice bonus when we bring her in.
Let's get over there and check. Bring her up alongside!
- Chopper one to headquarters. - This is headquarters, come in.
The patrol is about to board now. The Skipper must be a real turkey.
- Hey, watch out for the sail! - What?
- What the hell's going on? - I'm sorry, the winch is broken.
I'll fix the sail, you go below and look around.
Don't move! Stay where you are! Throw your hands on the deck there.
I told you not to move. I mean it!
One more step and I'll blast you. Now freeze where you are!
Don't move!
Where did they find this abandoned boat?
I'll put someone on it. The boys in blue been there yet?
Thanks for the information, sweetie. Get Peter here!
- Peter, the Chief wants you. - Right, thanks. See you.
- What can I do for you, Chief? - Sit down.
- Are you busy now, Peter? - That depends.
I'm giving you an assignment. There's a story at the pier 15.
- Is it something big? - A boat and a cop killed.
Poke around a bit, see what you can find.
I'll let you know.
West? Keep the British out of your prose.
Don't take advantage of the fact that your uncle bought the paper.
We checked the boat and the launch is just leaving.
There's nothing to see here, so stand back. Step back, please.
Get back through the gate, there's nothing to see.
- Well Miss Bowles, we're waiting. - Yes, it's my father's boat
- Where's your father now? - I don't know.
I was hoping you could tell me. I haven't heard from him.
I see, and how long has it been since you last spoke to him?
Three months. He set off to the Antilles to join some friends.
- The Antilles? - What the hell's going on?
This boat was adrift, and a man on it killed a Coast Guard.
But my Father? Where is he? What's happened to him?
That's what we'd like to know.
Sorry to get you down at this hour. But they're in such a hurry.
I can't understand. The DA's office phoned twice before you arrived.
Let's get it over with.
- Have you already examined him? - Yeah, I made one or two notes.
The death of the poor bastard was caused by massive hemorrhage.
Due to a huge laceration of the jugular.
Do you have a hypothesis for the cause of this injury?
Take a look at these edges. To me it's obvious what caused it.
There are clear indications of one or more bites. Look carefully!
Pass me the scalpel.
I couldn't cut a paper with that, let alone carry out an autopsy.
- Take care of you instruments. - Yes, Doctor.
Don't scream! There's nothing to be afraid of.
My name's Peter West and I'm a reporter.
I'm going to take my hand away and you're not going to scream.
I'm sorry, but you'd have screamed. And our friend would have come.
Who are you? What are you doing on my Father's boat?
I've told you, my name's West and I'm a reporter.
- I've been following you. - Professional curiosity?
The Police version hasn't convinced me. It hasn't convinced you either.
Otherwise you wouldn't be here. What were you looking for?
- You've got a hell of a nerve. - You're not so bad yourself.
- Oh, please. - Let me put it this way.
We've got some information, so why don't we throw it together
and see what we can come up with. I've found what you're looking for.
- What do we do now? - I'm going to need your help.
Unless you want to explain what you were doing on this boat.
- Just do what I tell you, Ok? - Ok.
Good. Now come on.
Hey, what the hell is going...
- Don't give me the same old story, - Well, actually officer...
- The same old story, huh? - This is all your fault!
You realize that, don't you? It was his idea, not mine.
Listen to Miss Goody Two Shoes! It was all my idea.
Or who suggested a romantic setting down by the water?
- I'd have settled for a boxcar. - Never again! Not another boxcar!
Yeah. She takes after her Mother. They're both bananas!
- You leave my Mother out of this! - She's crazy!
All right, enough of this. Both of you get out of here!
Ok officer, anything you say. Come on sweetie pie.
- Goodnight, officer. - Yeah. Out of my sight!
Goodnight.
To my daughter Anne in case anything should happen to me.
Due to my morbid curiosity I have contracted a strange disease.
They're taking care of me as if I were some sort of guinea pig.
I'll never leave this island again, at least not alive.
I haven't been a good Father, but I have always loved you.
One last kiss from Dad. Matal. It's dated the 15th of September.
I'm sure there's some connection that ties this all together.
Her Father, the disease, the boat and the guy that got killed.
Yeah, well, it's her idea to go. Ok, Chief, fine.
You'll fix the tickets, Ok? Thanks, you're beautiful.
- I think it's three hours. - We should arrive in Saint Thomas...
- Passengers to Saint Thomas... - Is that us?
No, I'll do that. You lead the way.
You want to check on the boat first? Or should we go to the hotel?
- I don't know, whatever you think. - Do you know who can rent us a boat?
It's not easy to find a boat.
We want to go to Matal. I'll pay whatever it costs.
Just now I remember something.
This morning two Americans asked for a boat.
That is boat. The last one at the end of the jetty.
He will take you. You ask.
- Thanks. - Pedro not help you good?
Sure, yes. Here you are. Thanks again.
- Extra water, store it in the galley. - Ai, ai Sir!
- Ahoy there! Hi. - Hi, how're you doing?
I'm Peter West and this is Anne Bowles.
Susan Barret, and Brian Hell.
- Are you looking for a boat ride? - Yes, we are.
- We heard you were going on a tour. - Yeah, a little cruise.
- Two months of fishing and sunshine. - Well, we have to go to Matal.
We're trying to locate her Father. She hasn't heard from for some time.
Matal?
That's not a cool place to hit. The natives say it's cursed.
- They avoid it like the plague. - We have to go there all the same.
- And, you want a ride from us? - If that's possible.
Had any experience with boats?
- And the lady? - I was born on a boat.
We'll have to load more supplies, you pay your share. Deal?
- A deal! - Step on board! Here.
Look, I'll warn you. Don't expect us to go sightseeing when we get there.
It never pays to ignore native superstitions.
Matal calling Guadalupe one.
This is Doctor Menard calling Guadalupe one.
Menard calling Guadalupe one. Come in Guadalupe one.
Still no luck?
No, it's useless to go on trying.
Then we're cut off from the rest of the world.
No I wouldn't say that.
I want to leave this island right now.
You can't. The radio isn't working.
I wouldn't be surprised if you broke it on purpose.
- You're tired. - Go to hell!
- David. Are you going out? - I have to go to the hospital.
Have they found another one?
They have, haven't they? Tell the truth!
- Now calm down! - Where did they find it this time?
- You shouldn't drink so much. - I asked you a question.
- They're on the other side. - When will they reach this side?
You ought to rest. We'll talk later. There's no need to agitate yourself.
- I hate you! - You don't know what you're saying.
You'd like to be able to pass me off as crazy.
Apart from a handful of superstitious natives,
I'm the only one that knows what you're doing.
And don't think I'm going to keep my mouth shut.
I'm going to tell everyone that you're the one who's crazy,
demented, cruel and...
- I'll be at the hospital. - Hospital!
You still see yourself as the scientist you once were?
Well you're not! You're no better than one of their witch doctors!
- Just stop it! My research... - Research?
You call "research" fooling around with superstitions and voodoo rites?
You know perfectly well that my work is very important.
- I wouldn't be here if it wasn't! - I don't give a damn!
I don't want to stay on this island one more hour.
You won't be happy until I meet one of your Zombies!
Look, as soon as I've understood the phenomenon we'll leave.
I don't believe you.
I don't believe you anymore!
Ok...
Miguel.
- Miguel - Sí, Señor?
I go to the hospital. Make sure nobody comes near the house.
Sí, Señor! Miguel guard, Doctor no worry.
- Nobody! - Sí, Señor.
- We sure were lucky to find you. - You could say that.
But we haven't the same luck finding your island for you.
- We should be around about here. - More or less, yeah.
According to the map there are no islands for the next 50 miles!
But many islands 'round here have never ever been charted.
The last we saw are not on the chart, they're all hit and miss.
- We could spend a month out here. - Looking for a needle in a haystack!
- You don't want to go back, do you? - We'll find Matal, that's a promise.
Hey, don't count on us forever! Don't forget, we're on vacation.
Brian! Let's stop for a while!
I want to take some shots. It looks fantastic down below.
Ok.
Look! Over there! See?
Yeah. It's another island.
Maybe we're in luck at last. Who's to say that that isn't Matal?
Brian! Help! There's a shark, help!
- And it's going to attack! - Hey, I'm going back down!
- There was a man down there! - What?
- There was a man! - A man?
He's over here, Doctor.
- He won't last till the morning. - What shall I do?
Take him into the sacristy, I don't want anyone to see him.
There's no need to alarm them. Tie him down securely.
Doctor!
- Everybody leaving! They all afraid! - Quiet, please.
- Nurse, look after that patient. - The natives leaving village.
- Everyone gone. What do we do? - We'll talk about it outside.
- Well, what happened? - There's great commotion.
It's the Too Too Man. He's crazy plenty.
- He is possessed by all the devils! - How ridiculous!
The natives are plain crazy. They run all over the village.
- They disappear! - Where did they go?
They go inland. They making voodoo.
Voodoo won't solve anything.
Doctor, they are much afraid these people.
You too? You're afraid too, aren't you Lucas?
- Is this all right Brian? - Take up the slack and tie her up.
Doctor Menard!
- What? What's wrong? - Mathias!
Mathias what?
He's a...
Why don't you say it? Are you afraid to say it?
- No, I don't believe in voodoo. - I don't believe in voodoo either.
But the natives around they do! So we investigate the phenomena.
I've seen them and you've seen them. Now Mathias, he's one of them.
Well, we have to try to help him. Let's go, come on.
The driveshaft is cracked. It must have been the shark.
- Is it serious? - We have two possibilities.
Either we go ashore and walk until we come to the local repair shop...
Or fire off a few flares and hope somebody will come and help us.
We'll have a tough time if we don't get that shaft fixed.
Poor Mathias!
Let's go!
Doctor!
- What is it Lucas? - Somebody is firing rockets.
- Rockets? - I seen them man.
- Do you know where they come from? - They coming from Catfish Bay.
I'd better go and investigate. Take care of him for me, nurse?
- Who is it? The devil? - We'll know soon enough.
Let's get this over with.
- Bury all now Missy? - No, not yet.
There are two more who are going to die soon.
Mamubek I see you.
Los veo, los veo.
Los veo.
Meo corazón, meo corazón e bello...
But I see you walking.
I met your Father three years ago, when he first came to these islands.
Whenever he could he would come out and stay a few weeks with me here.
When he... became a victim of the disease.
He insisted upon staying in spite of everything I said.
I insisted he should leave, but he wouldn't.
He felt that he in some way could become a guinea pig.
And he could help in discovering what was destroying
our island, transforming it into a wasteland of terror.
An extremely courageous man. I remember when my assistant
came to tell me that your Father was dying.
Doctor! Your friend! Quickly!
Get closer.
I feel like I'm about to die.
I had a good life, but I never thought it would end this way.
I have two things to ask, listen carefully.
They're very important my friend.
Write to my dear child, Anne. Let her see that it gets to her.
And make sure that my soul rests in everlasting peace.
I spent the day watching over his body.
But I knew that I would have to find the courage to release him.
The boat can leave now, tell the crew.
What exactly did my Father die of? And what happened to the crew?
Yes, what is all this about the dead coming back to life again and
having to be killed a second time? What the hell's going on here?
- You ever heard of voodoo? - Voodoo? You gotta be joking!
That's kid's stuff, it's just plain superstitious horseshit.
It's a mixture of two religions. One, Catholicism,
brought here by the Spanish conquistadores. And two,
African tribal rites, brought here by the slave trade.
Well, whatever it is, it makes the dead stand up and walk.
- I've seen it with my own eyes. - That's impossible!
I know it's impossible! But I've seen it!
The natives say it's something to do with voodoo
with some evil witchdoctor who creates these zombies.
But there must be a natural explanation! And I'm finding it!
- Something's happened to Mr. Fritz. - Well, what happened to him?
- No one can tell me. - Is she in?
- Go inside! - Bad news?
A friend of mine, the only other white man on the island.
He had an accident. We've got him in the hospital. He'll be all right.
- Is there anything we can do? - No, no, thank you.
Well, yes. My wife's alone at the cottage
and our man servant looks after her. I would be very grateful
if you could call in on her. It's eight miles up the trail.
You can't miss it. I'll see you later.
I thought it was more advisable to bring him here.
You did right.
- What happened to your arm Fritz? - I saw something there.
Too late, I saw it too late.
- Where did you see this? - In the village.
- I can't... - In this village?
- Yeah. - Tell Lucas to lock all the doors!
It's no use. It's a waste of time to lock the doors.
They'll be here soon to destroy us. All!
- We must have driven eight miles. - Yes, more than that.
Why don't we just set off to the nearest shipyard?
- After we've seen the Doctor's wife. - Look, Peter! Is that it?
Nice layout!
- The Doctor's doing all right. - But there's something fishy.
Mrs. Menard!
It seems like nobody's at home. What do we do now?
Might as well go inside.
Is there anybody here?
Come on, let's get out of here.
Brian, you drive.
Quick Brian, hurry! Get us out of here, please.
- Did my father become one of those? - He didn't. You heard the Doctor.
Let's just find the hospital as quickly as we can.
Look out!
- The radiator's had it. - My ankle's gone the same way.
We're going to have to walk now. Do you think you can make it?
- We don't have much choice, do we? - Let's get to that hospital.
- Drums. - Getting closer.
I hate it. Damn you! You bastards! I can't take it.
They're laying voodoo on us. They're after us.
Let's hurry up, it's going to be dark soon.
Lucas?
Do you know what's caused all this? Is it voodoo?
Lucas not know nothing. The Father of my Father said
when the earth spit out the dead, they will suck out our blood.
That's a stupid superstition.
Yes, you are right. You know many more things than Lucas.
I don't believe that voodoo can bring the dead back to life.
And Lucas not believe that the dead be dead.
I can't go any further, I've got to rest up for a bit.
We'll take a quick five here. We gotta be close to that hospital.
Why don't you two rest here? We'll take a look up ahead...
- How about this? - What is it?
A helmet! It must be over four hundred years old.
This must have been a cemetery for the Spanish conquistadores.
Thanks.
- I'm sorry I dragged you into this. - We came looking for my father.
When we get back to New York...
You don't have to say anything.
I'm so scared that we're not going to make it off this island.
Susan.
- Susan. - Let's go, before it's too late.
- We can't leave her alone. - She's dead.
Don't you understand? She's dead. There's nothing that you can do.
Come on man! Let's go!
- I can't go on. Leave me. - They're coming! Get up!
The church! And the hospital! We've done it.
Come on Anne, come on Peter. We've done it.
- He's fading rapidly. - I'll continue with the transfusion.
Transfusion? He's going to die anyway.
Doctor, please! Oh my God, open the door!
- Doctor Menard! - Open up!
Doctor, for Christ's sake!
- What took you so long? - Thank God.
Out there, they're coming back to life. They're everywhere.
What about my wife?
Thank you.
- What the hell are they? - I don't know.
It all started three months ago. One of the fishermen said
he'd seen his wife walking in the village at night.
She'd been dead for two days.
At the time, nobody believed the story.
On these islands, fantastic legends,
voodooism, zombies,
have been ripe for centuries.
As a man of science, I don't believe in voodooism.
But the phenomenon defies logical explanation.
I've attempted to apply the disciplines of bacteriology,
virology, even of radiology.
We've performed tests
for epilepsy and for catalepsy.
Nothing fits!
- Will that hold them? - Not a chance!
- How can we stop them? - Here, take this!
I've got another gun in my office.
There are two drums of kerosene in the sacristy.
You two stay where you are, watch those windows.
Nurse, come with me! We need empty bottles, all we can find.
Doctor Menard!
No!
You bring some too. Come on.
Go get some more bottles!
Brian! Two more.
Get out of here. Go!
Shoot her, West.
Shoot her! What are you waiting for?
Come on, Brian! Let's get to the boat.
- Can't we go any faster? - The driveshaft could go any second.
We'll make for Saint Cristobal. There's a yard there where we can...
- What is it? - Brian!
I feel so cold. I don't want to become a...
Take me home. Save me!
Save me!
Susan's gone.
He's dead. What do we do now?
Lock him in the bilge and take him back with us.
Someone there might be able to do something.
But, we can't risk it. You know what he might turn in to.
I'll make sure that he's safe. We've got to take him back with us.
He's the only proof we've got that this all happened.
If we don't proof it, they'll think that we're crazy.
I don't care. I feel dead myself.
Take the wheel.
Let's see if we can find something more cheerful on the radio.
The latest news: The situation here in New York,
since the discovery of the first zombie, is getting worse.
There's chaos. The National Guard cannot control the situation.
In every borough of the City, from Brooklyn to Manhattan,
from Harlem to Queens, the zombies are taking over.
The Governor has declared a state of national emergency
and has asked the President for immediate assistance.
The zombies are everywhere. There's no way to stop them.
According to latest reports people are doing what they can.
Barricades have been thrown up throughout Manhattan.
General Steiner has said that force will be used if necessary.
I've just been informed that zombies have entered the building.
They're at the door. They're coming in!
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