Black Moon Page #3

with the natives.

Where's Anna, Mother?

She's gone, darling.

Ruva's your nurse now.

Get in bed.

But I want Anna!

Why can't you be my nurse?

Until Anna comes back.

Where's she go?

- On a long trip.

- To New York?

Longer than that, darling.

I don't like her!

Why can't you be my nurse?

I'd like to sweetheart, but...

I'm afraid I might not be much good!

You see...

I'm just a secretary.

What's that?

Someone who takes care of things,

writes letters...answers the phone.

You're sort of a nurse.

Yes, sort of.

- Is the schooner set to leave?

- Yes, sir.

I ain't been on her this morning...

but when I put her to bed, she was

in perfect health!

Mr. Lane and his family are sailing

in an hour.

All of them?

Yes. Go take Miss Hamilton's place

and tell her I want to see her.

- And keep your eye on the child.

- Yes, sir.

- 'Course, I ain't no nursemaid.

- We'll make an exception this time.

- I'll tell my wife we're leaving.

- Good!

Voodoo.

More black magic...

- Gail...

- Yes?

May I see you a moment?

- What's happened?

- Can you be ready to leave in an hour?

I was ready to leave the minute

I got here!

I'd have gone crazy in another week.

If you hadn't come...

Still thinking about quiting when you

get back to New York?

- I'm afraid so.

- You can't be serious.

Who will balance Mrs. Lane's

checkbook?

Doesn't my broken heart mean

anything to you?

Those things always blow over.

Yes, and checkbooks always

get balanced.

Look!

The schooner!

- Is there no other boat?

- No. That's the only one.

Looks bad, doesn't it?

Where can she be?

Someone will probably find her.

Mrs. Lane is not in the house.

I've looked everywhere!

That's funny. I don't understand it.

She probably went out for a walk.

- Alone? This time of night?

- She was brought up on this island.

- Mind if I look?

- Not at all.

Nancy's alone. I'll sit with her

if you wish.

Thank you.

Don't worry. I'm sure you'll find her.

Yes, but I just don't understand it.

- Goodnight.

- Goodnight.

Wait a moment. You'll be lost in 5

minutes if you go out there.

- She'll be back.

- The natives!

Oh, they're off in the hills.

Look here. There's something more.

Something you haven't told me.

What possible reason should I have for

hiding anything from you?

She's gone for a walk.

She's done it a hundred times.

You told me that she was in danger.

That I had to get her off of the island!

Perhaps I exaggerated!

That doesn't account for Anna's death

or the stolen schooner!

There have been native uprisings here

before. That's why we build this tower.

Don't let it worry you.

Give her a little more time.

Would you like to look inside?

This is the only door on the island

no native has ever passed.

These stairs lead to the tower above.

Come over here.

I want to show you something.

- I see you're prepared. - We've been

prepared for the last 100 years.

Six times the blacks have tried

to wipe us out.

I suppose you're familiar with the

superstition that 7 is a lucky number.

If life is so cheap here, both black

and white, why do you remain?

Our family has been here for the last

Many have died. But none has ever

run away.

I see.

- Well, shall we go back to the house?

- Alright.

Close the door.

This way.

Here we are, back in the

library again.

I think I'll go to bed.

Make yourself comfortable.

Goodnight.

Gail...

Gail...

- What time is it?

- 2 o'clock.

The drums have stopped beating!

I think you'd better go to bed now.

- I'll sit up if you like.

- Thanks, it isn't necessary.

- Nothing else I can do?

- Thank you, no.

- You'd better get some sleep.

- Goodnight.

- Where have you been?

- I've been walking.

This late?

I lost my way.

What's wrong? I know that you're in

trouble. That you're fighting something...

...but I can't help you because you're

keeping me in the dark.

No matter what it is, you must tell me!

Please, Stephen...

Let me go to bed. We'll talk in the

morning.

We'll talk now!

Please, Stephen!

- You heard?

- Yes.

- I'm taking Juanita home!

- But how?

- Where's your wireless?

- In there.

- I'm sending for a boat!

- But my operator was killed!

- I'm an operator!

- Very well.

- There it is. Can you see well enough?

- Yes.

- Where's the code book.

- Over there. Leave the door open.

I've got it. LQO.

Close the door.

- I got them.

- Good!

We have no choice except to do

as the doctor says.

But hasn't he any idea what will happen

or how we can get away from here?

None. Our only chance is to act natural,

pretend we're not afraid and wait.

Everywhere you go eyes watching you,

no sleep...

Drums beating all night long and...

and Anna, our friend murdered.

Gail, come here!Let's play hopscotch!

Go ahead!

Mr. Lane, sir!

What is it?

- Where are you, Lunch?

- Over here.

- What are you hiding for?

- Not so loud, Mr. Lane

- What's the matter?

- There's trouble.

- What kind of trouble?

- Gal trouble!

Don't laugh, Mr. Lane...

- My girl done got mixed up with that

Rada. - You mean the voodoo?

- The voodoo priest is gonna kill her.

- Kill her?

- Why?

- One of them things...

- Same thing that's keeping you on

this island. - What's that?

Voodoo!

You meet me here at 11:00 tonight and

you can see for yourself.

Alright.

Now it's coming, Mr. Lane.

Now you're going to see something!

Her she comes now, Mr. Lane.

That's my gal!

That's her mother!

Oh Lord! They're going to do it!

Come on!

Lane?

- Has anything happened?

- No, I was looking for Mr. Lane.

- Isn't he in his room?

- No.

- I thought I heard a shot!

- I haven't heard a thing.

Must be a mistake. Better go to bed

and get some sleep. Goodnight.

Goodnight.

- Where have you been?

- I've been in the jungle!

- I've just seen the voodoo ceremony!

- I asked you not to leave the house!

I couldn't stand it any longer.

I took a shot at their priest!

- You killed him?

- Knocked him cold!

You've done the one thing that could

save our lives!

It's like I told you, them monkey-

chasers can't fight without no priest!

Quite right! If their priest dies,

they believe the gods are angry.

- There's no more danger with the

priest dead. - Not with that one!

Leave us alone.

I want to talk with Mr. Lane.

- You knew this all the time?

- Yes!

I may as well tell you all of it now.

Juanita's parents were killed by

natives when she was 2 years old.

Trying to escape the natives during

the last uprising.

I saved Juanita and myself by killing

the high priest. That ended the uprising.

For years the natives feared me, and

were at peace.

Those years, I grew careless.

Trusted Juanita to a native nurse, Ruva!

She taught her the Rada of the blacks.

At night when I thought she was asleep...

she was taken with the native children

to watch the sacrifice.

She tasted blood!

For years it went on like this!

She was 15 before I found it out.

I took her to Haiti and sent her to

school in the States.

So at the end of 6 years school

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