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It is, I'm afraid, the

only thought that I've had.

Well, it's been a long day.

We might as well make camp

and start searching the area

in the morning.

Sounds fine to me.

Hey, where am I?

Hi, how you feeling?

I'm Doctor Bill Fleming.

Doctor?

You've been through quite a lot,

so I gave you a sedative.

Hey, what can I call you?

I'm Alix Pardee.

Alix.

Where did you find me?

You were washed ashore.

I assume you came over the falls.

You're lucky to be alive.

There was someone with me.

I wasn't alone.

Dr. Rojas, the Nivey Institute.

Did you find him?

No, I'm sorry, you were alone.

Maybe he's still alive.

I'll check, huh?

What is this place?

It's an old plantation.

What do you plant here?

You eat and rest.

We'll talk later.

Morning.

How are you feeling?

Apart from the fact that

I seem to have no voice,

fine, thank you.

But I'll feel even better when I know

where I am and what in

God's name is going on here.

Oh, what would you like to know?

Who is that man?

A friend.

What's his name?

Victor, Stewart Victor.

I understand you two have met before.

Oh, yes.

Twice, as a matter of fact.

After which, he disappeared.

Disappeared?

On the coast steamer,

between Manila and Pangan.

That's strange.

You're damn right it's strange,

and it is not all that is strange.

I find myself waking up in

this Boris Karloff hideaway

with some creature from

out of a horror film,

no tongue, sliding in and out of my room.

I hear screams in the night,

and on top of everything

else, I finally meet,

once again, my old friend,

and yours, Stewart Victor.

Well...

as for this hideaway of mine,

well, I dig it.

And Lupe, my servant,

she does have a tongue.

It just doesn't know English.

Now, the screams in the night,

well, the shriek of a pig late at night

can be frightening.

You still haven't

explained the mystery man.

Stewart Victor's a friend

of mine, like I said,

but more than that, he's my benefactor.

More than that, he is weird!

Well, he's rich, he's

eccentric, secretive.

That's all.

And you haven't told me what it is

that you plant here.

Let me show you something.

Now, this entire island

was once a plantation,

but then, finally,

because of its remoteness,

it was turned into a colony

for the terminally ill.

Of course, then, the

Japanese took it over.

And now?

Now it's my

laboratory and compound.

That's Benny, and that's Marie.

That's Vigo.

Who are they?

They're convicts, remanded to my custody

by local authorities.

Diaz?

Well, I met him in Pangan, and

I saw him here this morning.

That's another one of the mysteries.

There's no mystery.

He brought Victor.

Come on.

Go right ahead.

This way.

This way.

A couple of years ago, back in the States,

I was considered an authority on penology.

Did some very progressive things with it,

with sedatives and

hallucinogens, and other drugs.

Then the AMA, and the

prison psychologists,

and sociologists who had

first backed my techniques

copped out.

So I came here.

To continue your work.

That's right, because

I know I can rehabilitate

even the most hardened criminal.

I've been working on it for a while,

and this vial may hold the answer.

You have electricity.

A generator, I turn it off at night.

Oh, damn!

They have relapses.

Hey look, if you feel up to it,

why don't you take a walk around?

Oh, fine.

Might I inquire how and

when I get back to Pangan?

Diaz'll be back in a few days.

And until then?

Well, until then, we can talk.

You can tell me what's going on out there.

Terrific.

Later on.

Peace.

Hi.

Do you want some wine?

Please.

I've stopped trying

to figure Victor out.

Well, I'm disappointed.

This is the second time he's stood me up

for dinner, so to speak.

It's, uh, I wouldn't let it throw you.

It's typical.

Oh, it won't.

Mm.

California.

Imported.

Alright, what is it that you want to know?

Hm?

About the outside world.

Oh, everything.

Absolutely everything!

Tell me, when was the

last time you left here

and went into Manila?

Oh, uh, over a year ago, I guess.

Oh, this is ridiculous.

Well, where shall I start?

Hm?

What do you want to know about?

Painting, films, music, riots?

Uh, pass on the riots and wars.

Tell me about the films, music.

There was a whole new sound

coming in when I left.

Tell me all about it.

The art shows, all that.

Are you starving for Rosa Precht?

Right.

Anything interesting?

Oh, just a little something

I mixed up in the lab.

Hey, tell me about it.

I mean, what do you do in the Philippines?

What is the plan?

I'm a pathologist.

That's great.

Are you still

offering the same thing?

Oh, yeah, a little more,

a little extra added protection.

The day I saw you

added a.

It's a test.

He's responding positively.

Is he ready?

Yeah.

Help me.

Oh, just get it over with.

When?

Days.

As always.

Hey, now, about Dr. Pardee,

she's a pathologist.

Yeah, you heard shots.

Sit down.

Now, my formula works

for a week to 10 days,

pacifying even the most

antisocial subject.

But then something happens,

and they go through this whole

physical and sociological metamorphosis.

They revert to the primitive.

It's as if they've taken an

evolutionary step backwards.

Now, curiously, I've found that

their minds seem to stay intact,

creating hybrid mutants who are as savage

as the wildest beasts, but yet,

yet, they're able to think

like the men they were.

I've managed to isolate

that part of the serum

which generates the retrogression,

and I'd hoped that Vigo, the subject

who had to be restrained yesterday

would be my first success, but...

Well, I guess not, huh?

Wow.

What happens, I mean, in the

end, what happens to them?

Well...

well, unless they're,

unless they escape, which only two have,

they're disposed of.

How?

What have you told her?

Well, it really doesn't

matter, does it, Doc?

You see, my dear lady,

when you were washed up

on that shore, you were washed up.

She's a pathologist, man!

She can be helpful to me and my work!

She could also be helpful to the law

in putting us behind bars.

There's only one

solution, and you know it.

And I don't want a

needles argument to spoil

the beauty of this morning.

I wanna talk about the hunt!

What a stalk!

The best hunt, ever, Doc.

And oh, he was a worthy prey.

He was cunning, he was smart,

and a very agile adversary.

Tell me, Doc, what did he do in life,

before jail and your drugs got to him?

Well, what's the matter, honey?

This is unbelievable!

Why, honey, it's the

oldest sport in the world.

- But...

- But what?

This is different?

Oh, ho, ho.

There's nothing different, is there, Doc?

These are wild animals,

dangerous creatures,

worthless forms of life.

But it is killing.

You are perverted!

Oh, Bambi, Bambi, Bambi,

you live in a dream world.

It's a fantasy.

Why, you think every

animal's a goddamn Bambi.

Well, let me tell you something:

if you'd been with me this morning

and saw what I tracked down in that hut,

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