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want to investigate Black Island

and get acquainted with the spooks.

You speak for yourself, boss, 'cause

I won't have no parts of no spooks.

You're not afraid of meeting

a few spooks, are you?

I'll meet 'em when I have to,

but no sense in teasin' 'em.

Honest, Mary, I just love

murder mysteries.

Even since

I was a little shaver.

Before I started

to shave even, l...

Alex, close that door.

Yes, sir.

Lady, somebody's playing

at murder, but for keeps.

First Mederos. Somebody found out he

was gonna tell you something important.

Exit Mederos.

Then I come to the rescue and I'm

greeted by a flying fire bucket.

I'd swear Parada did it,

except that he looks guilty,

and in situations like these, you

never suspect the guy that looks guilty.

As far as I'm concerned,

I can ignore the whole thing.

Get out.

But the pilot...

Out. And get me a stateroom. Yes, sir.

Not too far from this one. Yes, sir.

He always sees the darker

side of everything.

He was born

during an eclipse.

Are you sure

you should stay on board?

Oh, I won't be

too much trouble.

Just one meal a day and put me out for a

few minutes at night and in the morning.

There aren't any words to tell you how

much I appreciate what you're doing.

It's downright chivalrous.

It's dangerous too.

I don't know why I do

such things. I'm crazy.

You're an angel.

Good night.

Good night.

Is it bedtime?

All right,

you can put me to bed,

but you can't

put me to sleep.

Will you please lock this door

and keep it locked till morning?

Don't worry.

Good night.

Good night.

Look, if you and I were out

on a beautiful lake in a canoe,

just drifting along,

but soulfully,

underneath a million stars

and a great big moon...

with a soft breeze blowing

a perfume of a lot of roses,

do you think...

I mean, could you...

No, I guess not.

Good night.

Good night.

Give me Mr. Lawrence's

cabin, please.

Larry, there's

somebody outside my window!

What?

Oh.

That's only Alex. Yeah, he'll be there

all night, and I'll be there all day.

We tossed a coin

for the night shift...

and I lost. Yeah.

Thanks again.

And, Larry, I hear there are

lots of lakes in Cuba,

and the moon's so big

you can hardly see Havana.

Good night.

When was it built? I've got the

facts right at my fingertips.

"Completed in 1597, Morro

Castle stands grimly guarding...

"the beautiful

harbor of Havana,

with its history of piratical

plundering, slave traders and buccaneers."

Sounds like

a Cecil B. DeMille script.

Exactly. "Cuba is truly

the island of romance,

"a land of flashing-eyed

senoritas...

seasoned with onions and a dash

of garlic, all for 50 cents."

What?

Could that be?

Here, let me see it.

"Flashing-eyed senoritas, many of them

continental style, spread out over the sidewalk."

Huh? Oh, no. You'd fall

over them in the dark.

Wait, there's a trick

to these things.

Just give like that, and let 'em fold

naturally like that. Then you have it.

"A land of flashing-eyed senoritas

equipped with red, green and amber lights...

to control the traffic."

They do everything, don't

they? Yeah, in this folder.

Well, now you know

all about the castle.

Good morning, Miss Carter. Good morning.

May I have a word

with you before we land?

Sure. Now? Will you excuse us?

Of course.

Thank you.

Secrets.

Maybe my slip is showing.

What are you doing there?

Nothing, senor.

Nothing.

I beg your pardon.

I just happened to see...

a disagreeable chap

listening at your door.

It's none of my business,

but I thought...

you might like to know. Thank you.

Aren't you... Yes. And you're...

Pelham! The six-day bike race

at the garden! The Murrays!

Right! Now I know. You're Geoff

Montgomery. And you're Mary Carter.

Yes. Come in.

Thank you.

Have you been aboard

all the time?

No. I flew down from New

York about ten days ago.

I just came aboard on the official

launch to meet some friends.

You've lived in Havana

for some time, haven't you?

Oh, practically

a native.

Perhaps you can tell me

what that means.

Hello!

What is it?

It's a voodoo ou-anga.

A what?

An ou-anga.

A charm prepared

by a voodoo priest.

Some of them are supposed

to bring good luck.

But not that one.

No. This is

a death ou-anga.

Do you know what's back of this?

Perhaps I can advise you.

I suppose you've heard of the

forbidden castle at Black Island?

Oh, yes. Yes, I heard

that jinx was wished on...

Not you?

Me.

Well!

I'm simply doing my best

to make clear to you...

that Miss Carter is taking

her life in her hands...

if she goes

into that castle tonight.

You know, that gives me an idea

that scares me out of my wits.

What?

I'll go there first.

You're a brave man.

Me?

No, my nerves are

the breakaway kind.

I've got rabbit

blood in me.

Do you know what's liable to

happen if I see a ghost there?

No. I'd be so scared, I'd

probably take a shot at it.

Won't I feel silly

shooting ghosts?

But that's me all over.

Tell your friends.

I'll be seeing you.

Miss Carter, I think

you'd be foolish...

to go further

without some help.

I wouldn't trust Parada. He

has a peculiar reputation.

If it weren't for the

voodoo element, I'd... Yes?

Do you know anyone here

in Havana? Anyone in Cuba?

No, but Mr. Lawrence

is on my team.

Who? Lawrence. Larry "Radio" Lawrence.

Yes?

Oh, come in, Larry.

This is Mr. Montgomery. I met

him a few weeks ago in New York.

How are you? You live here? Yes.

Then maybe you know

what a zombie is. A what?

Parada just told me about

a caretaker on Black Island.

A Negro woman, lives in a

little shack with a zombie son.

Yes, that's more voodooism,

and not very pleasant.

When a person dies

and is buried,

it seems there are

certain voodoo priests...

who have the power to

bring him back to life.

How horrible. It's

worse than horrible...

because a zombie has

no will of his own.

You see them sometimes

walking around blindly...

with dead eyes,

following orders,

not knowing what

they do, not caring.

You mean

like Democrats?

That's all we needed on top of

ghosts and skeletons... a zombie!

How about some drinks

in the smoke room?

Let's.

That'll help.

While I think of it,

how is the Hotel Santana?

As good as any. The best food

is at Las Palmas on the Malecon.

Let me take you there tonight, both of you,

to celebrate your first night in Havana.

Thanks, I'd love it.

Wouldn't you?

Yes, I've been wondering

about tonight.

Now that's

all taken care of.

First night in Havana!

It's all so lovely,

so romantic,

just what I expected

Havana to be like.

May I say that it's never seemed

more lovely to me than at this moment.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I wonder what in the world

has happened to Larry?

I'm having an excellent

time without him.

It would be just like him to sneak

over to Black Island without me.

May I?

Thank you.

Oh, good evening, Miss

Carter. Good evening.

That man seems

to be everywhere.

Oh?

How far away

is Black Island?

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