King of the Zombies (1941)

[bunniefuu]

[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 g*n 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 c*ck

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 k*lled 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 g*n in the bag,

will you?

What, you gonna sh**t 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 g*n!

I have no g*n, 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 g*ng 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.

g*ng 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 b*ll*ts

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 k*lled 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]