The Plague of the Zombies Page #2
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just to keep you people satisfied.
It's not good enough.
Oh, so we are not good enough
for you now?
- I didn't say that.
- it's what you meant, though.
Well, let me tell you something, Doctor.
You're not good enough for us.
Do you understand me?
You're not good enough!
- Ah, Doctor, there you are.
- Sir James!
- Good afternoon, gentlemen.
- Good afternoon.
We've met before
in rather distressing circumstances.
May I now introduce myself?
Sir James Forbes, Professor
of Medicine at London University.
And this young man was
my cleverest and most able pupil.
I hope you realize
how lucky you are to have him here.
Landlord, see these gentlemen
have a drink with me, will you?
Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.
Come on, Peter,
are you ready?
- Good afternoon, gentlemen.
- Good afternoon.
- Sir James, what are you doing here?
- You've lost weight, my boy.
- Alice not feeding you properly?
- Yes, but...
- Aren't you glad to see me?
- You've no idea.
- Why have you come?
- You wrote to me.
It's very kind of you
to come all this way, sir.
I've just seen Alice.
She's not looking well.
Poor Alice.
I'm afraid she needs a holiday badly.
- You both do, by the look of you.
- Can't manage one at the moment, sir.
- You've no idea what it's been like.
- Well, we'll talk about it later,
without any of this hocus pocus
you put in your letter.
Ah!
That was an excellent meal.
You girls are to be congratulated,
eh, Peter?
Oh, yes, Sir James. Indeed.
Still, what I always say is,
cooking is a science and not an art.
If you get it right once
there's no earthly reason
why you shouldn't get it right every time.
Now, you girls run along to bed.
Peter and I will do the dishes
- But, Father, you can't...
- But Father, nothing.
You've had a long day
and I'm sure Alice is tired.
Yes, I am tired, it's true.
Good night, Peter. Father.
Good night, my dear.
It's so nice to see you again, Sir James.
Thank you, my dear.
it's nice to see you, too.
For you, Sir James?
No, thank you.
That's not the answer,
you know, Peter.
I know.
I wish I knew the answer.
First of all, we have to decide
what the question is, don't we?
more mental than physical.
Yes, but you were
a little obscure, Peter.
You said there was no attributable
cause for this mental affliction.
I'd like to Know a little more
about the symptoms.
- What about appetite?
- The patient show a loss of appetite.
Skin color?
In every case a loss of skin color, too.
- Reflexes?
- Retarding
Hm, like someone
in need of a holiday in fact, eh?
- You don't mean Alice, surely?
- Now, now, now.
Don't let's jump to any conclusions.
- What did the autopsies show?
- I didn't make any.
You didn't make any?
What's come over you?
It is not permitted to make any.
- Well, who stopped you?
- The villagers.
They don't want the bodies
of their love ones cut about.
What about the coroner?
Surely he supported your applications?
- There isn't one.
- No coroner?
This isn't London, sir.
This is a Cornish village,
inhabited by simple country people
riddled with superstition
and all dominated by a Squire.
He acts as coroner and magistrate,
judge and jury.
And who is this jack of all trades?
Hamilton, sir. Squire Hamilton.
Master?
Tonight. Tell the others.
They are not back
from the chase, Master.
Tell them to prepare
just as soon as they return.
I do hope you meet him, Sylvia.
He's such a charming man.
- Is he now?
- And so handsome.
- And rich.
- And unattached?
Yes. Yes, he is, as a matter of fact.
You're not trying to marry me off
by any chance?
Well, you could do a great deal worse.
He's got a lovely house
and a lot of money.
And what does Peter think?
He doesn't like him.
He thinks he's arrogant
and overbearing.
But he's wrong. He is wrong.
- Good night.
- Alice.
You're trying to tell me something else,
aren't you?
No!
No, I'm not, but I...
- I must go.
- What did you say his name was again?
Clive Hamilton.
Goodnight, Sylvia.
I'm sorry.
Don't apologize to me, dear boy.
It's your Crockery.
Here, you'd better let me do the drying.
- I really do need a drink.
- Rubbish.
What you need
is an end to your worries.
So far we've nothing to start on,
nothing to help us at all.
I know.
We must have a body to examine.
We can't possibly work without one.
If you're thinking
of applying for an exhumation...
Apply for nothing.
We'll dig one up.
- We'll what?
- Dig one up.
That lad they buried today will do.
Nice and fresh.
Then we might learn something.
- But we can't just go out and start...
- We'll do it tonight.
There's a full moon.
Couldn't be better.
We'll start off about midnight.
Alice.
Alice!
Alice?
Is that you Alice?
Aah!
Wait a minute. I know you.
I know you!
Come on.
Oh!
Oh!
Ah.
Oh, oh.
Go away!
Oh, no. No!
Hey, Tom. Get her off!
Oh, let me go!
Leave me alone. Oh, oh!
- Come on.
- Let go!
Let me go! Let me go!
- Catch.
- Catch.
Oh!
What's it to be, lads?
Aces high?
Aces high.
Cut.
Ten of spades, four of diamonds,
Jack of clubs
Jack of hearts.
Let her go.
King of hearts.
Very appropriate.
Don't... Don't touch me.
- Don't you dare touch me.
- Come on, little fox.
Go to ground.
Leave her alone!
Get out of my sight, the lot of you.
Get out!
Get out!
Miss Forbes...
I know that it is useless to ask you
to forgive my friends.
Such behavior is beneath contempt
and beyond forgiveness.
I only ask
that you accept my solemn word
that I knew nothing
of what was going on.
How do you know my name?
The arrival in as small a village as this
and her distinguished father
could scarcely go unnoticed,
Miss Forbes.
My name is Hamilton,
Clive Hamilton.
Will you kindly take me home,
Mr. Hamilton?
I fear you have not forgiven me yet.
Your fears are well founded,
Mr. Hamilton. I have not.
Now, will you take me home
or do I have to walk?
Is there nothing I can do to persuade
you of my personal innocence?
Nothing.
I take it, then, I have to walk?
My carriage is at your disposal.
Unfortunately,
I can't leave at this moment
but I shall instruct
one of my young guests...
- Thank you. I prefer to walk.
- Miss Forbes, you can't walk.
You might be attacked, Miss Forbes.
I've already been attacked.
And it was here in your house.
Now, please open the door.
Thank you.
straight to the police.
- Please don't do that, Miss Forbes.
- Why shouldn't I?
I am the Squire of this little community
and responsible
for the welfare of everyone in it.
Should any scandal attach
to my name,
the effect could be disastrous
for all these people.
I can't expect you to understand
why that should be.
I just ask that you believe it.
And what about those...
...your charming young guests?
Will you leave me to punish them
in the way I think most fit?
I promise they'll suffer
for what they've done.
Or would have done.
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