The Plague of the Zombies

Kada nostra, kada estra.

Kada nostra, kada estra.

Kada nostra..

...kada estra.

Kada nostra...

- Good morning, Father.

- Good morning, my dear.

- Oh, careful.

- Eh?

Oh, I'm sorry. You should know better

than to barge in here when I'm busy.

- Busy?

- Now, none of that.

When I'm on holiday

this is what keeps me busy.

- Mail, Father.

- I don't want to read it.

- There's a letter from Cornwall.

- I don't know anyone in Cornwall.

Yes, you do. Peter Tompson.

I'll open it.

Oh, Peter.

What's he doing down there?

Oh, Father, you're impossible.

You know he's got a job down there.

He's General Practitioner.

So he did.

What's he up to, then?

Well, why don't you read it

and find out?

- No, you read it.

- All right.

Ah... ah... ah... ah!

"Dear Sir James... "

A typical doctor's handwriting.

it's worse than yours, Father.

Oh, here. Give it to me.

Hm. "Just a brief line to inform you...

"For some time our village has been...

"beset by a number

of mysterious and fatal maladies.

"People have been dying off...

Lassitude, no will to live...

Well, this doesn't sound like Peter.

it's very rambling.

I wonder what's it's all about.

Well, we could easily find out.

"I desperately need your advice.

Symptoms can't be attributed to... "

- Find out? How?

- By going to Cornwall and asking him.

Go to Cornwall?

it's miles away.

Well, you can fish just as well

in Cornwall as here, Father.

Didn't your school friend...

What's her name?

Didn't she marry young Tompson?

- Alice? Mm.

- Ha.

I suppose your suggestion

that we should go to Cornwall

has nothing to do with the fact

that you'd like to see her again, eh?

Shall I pack your things?

I don't know why

I give in to you so easily.

And look up the train times.

I don't know why

I put up with you at all.

- I should have drowned you at birth.

- Thank you, Father.

I knew you'd understand.

- Come on, then. Come on, then.

- Whoa!

Oh, look, Father!

Look! A fox!

I've seen a fox.

Several of them, in fact.

I've no doubt your fox

looks very similar to all the others.

Oh, they're hunting him!

Father, those men

are hunting that fox.

Men have always hunted.

For food, yes. Not for blood lust.

Well, can't you do something, Father?

I have not come all this way

to interfere with local customs

and antagonize the people

just to satisfy your sensitivity

about the welfare of wild animals.

Father, you must agree that...

Just because you are my daughter

doesn't mean I have to agree to...

Whoa, there!

Now what's happened?

- You, have you seen him?

- Who, sir?

- The fox, you idiot!

- No, I haven't, young sir.

I've been keeping

my eyes on the road.

Idiot!

Is it a fox you're looking for?

Well, my dear young lady,

that was the idea.

I saw him.

He was running that way.

You'll have to hurry to catch him.

He was running fast.

We'll catch him.

Never fear. Come on.

I have a distinct feeling you were not

telling that young man the truth, Sylvia.

Your distinct feeling is correct, Father.

Oh. Well, the fox will be grateful.

I doubt if the same can be said

for the young man.

I only hope you don't meet him again.

- What is it, Sylvia?

- A funeral.

Come on!

Come on then. Whoa!

Oh!

What the devil

do you think you're doing?

So the fox went that way, did it?

You'd better stay out of my sight,

young lady!

How horrible.

They should be reported.

I expect they will be, my dear.

And no doubt those your ruffians

will say it was an accident.

- Is there anything we can do, Vicar?

- Yeah, you can keep away from us.

Please, it was not our fault!

Leave us alone!

- But surely...

- I said leave us alone!

I know it wasn't your fault, my dear.

That was the poor lad's brother

in the coffin.

The Lord is punishing us

for our sins.

Whoa!

Oh, put the bags down there,

please, Coachman.

I'm sorry. The doctor isn't in.

- Alice?

- Who is it?

Alice, don't you remember me?

- Sylvia?

- Yes!

Oh, Sir James.

What a wonderful surprise.

Why didn't you let me know?

Well, come in.

Do come in.

Thank you.

- When did you arrive?

- We got here about half an hour ago.

Well, it's nice seeing you again

Mrs. Tompson.

- Oh, Father, call her Alice.

- Yes, please do.

Very well, Alice.

Hello, what's this?

It's nothing. it's just a cut.

- Well, I hope you're taking care of it.

- Oh, don't fuss so much.

Well, you can't be too careful

about these things.

Would you like me

to have a look at it?

It's all right.

My husband is a doctor.

Ah, yes. So they tell me.

- He is a very good doctor.

- Father is only joking, Alice.

Peter was his favorite pupil,

remember?

- Now, let me have a good look at you.

- No!

No, please don't. I...

I look so untidy

Well, I don't know about that,

but you don't look too well to me.

- Are you eating enough?

- Oh, Father, really!

Don't take any notice of him, Alice.

Oh, why didn't you let me know

you were coming?

I'm so sorry.

You must think me very inhospitable.

No, not at all, my dear.

If it's inconvenient

we can always stay at the inn.

Oh, no. I wouldn't dream of it.

Of course you'll stay here.

It's just that I...

Well, the house isn't very clean.

Can I get you something?

Some tea?

We'd both love some.

Come on.

Kettle won't be a moment.

Hm. I suppose

there isn't anything stronger, is there?

Well, I'll ask,

but I don't expect...

Oh, don't worry.

I'll slip out later.

Well, where's that husband of yours?

Out on his rounds?

Yes, I expect so.

- Plenty of patients?

- Not as many as we'd like.

Oh, really?

There's been a lot of trouble.

What sort of trouble?

Oh, I...

I expect Peter would rather tell you

about it himself.

I'll see to the kettle. Excuse me.

You go and have a gossip

about your old school days.

I'll slip into the village

and see what I can find out.

All right, Father. Don't be long.

- Charlie.

- Aye, aye.

Will you have

a drink with me, Martinus?

Thank you, but I'll buy my own.

Beer, Tom.

I... I did my best for him.

I'm sorry.

- Wasn't good enough, was it?

- Apparently not.

What do you think it were, Doctor?

- That killed him?

- Aye, that killed him.

What was it that killed them all?

I don't know.

You don't know.

And you call yourself a doctor?

You won't let me find out.

If you let me carry out one post mortem.

It's no good cutting him up

after he's dead. It's too late.

- You're being ridiculous

- Ridiculous is it?

There's my brother lying dead

out there.

And twelve others like him. Twelve.

How long have you

been with us, Doctor?

Twelve months, isn't it?

That's one a month.

- Steady, Tom

- One a month.

Not a very good record, is it?

Are you trying to say

no one died before I came here?

At least we knew what they died from.

And if I was to tell you they died

from swamp fever or the plague

or some other nonsense,

would that make you happier?

- Yes, if it were the truth.

- Well, it wouldn't be the truth.

I'm not going to start telling

a lot of ridiculous lies

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