The Serpent and the Rainbow Page #4

The woman in your arms?

The sea at your doorstep?

No.

You dreamt of me and of the grave.

I know because I was there.

And I can be there

every time you close your eyes.

The pain I caused you

in the room upstairs...

...is nothing to the pain

I can cause in your own mind.

Remember that, Dr Alan.

You promised me $1,000.

Did you forget your promise?

No, I haven't got it.

They took all my money.

Well...

...take it anyway.

But you will tell them about me, blanc.

You will make them know my name.

I will.

I'll let 'em know

you're a man to be trusted.

On account, huh?

Fair enough.

- You used baboon?

- I put the powder in the palms.

It went into the blood.

Or at least, they looked dead.

My God, are these numbers accurate?

- Oh, yeah.

- The shift seems radical.

It's triple-checked. These are

typical brain scans from our subjects.

It's very focused. It targets

only certain areas of the brain.

Air and vital functions:

Breathing, heart rate.

Looks like somebody

turned it off with a switch.

But in the areas controlling sensory

awareness, thoughts and emotions...

...bang.

So the animals know

what's happening to them?

Yeah, the entire time. A man would, too.

You'd hear, see, maybe even feel, think.

But you couldn't do anything about it.

You'd just lie there, lookin'...

Dead... and be buried.

But you'd be alive.

And, I reminded myself,

the tests revealed the powder wore off...

... after 12 hours or so, leaving

the victim completely normal again.

Except by then he'd be

six feet under in the airless black...

... clawing and screaming,

with no one to hear his suffocation.

Thanks.

It's incredible

how rumors spreading.

It's unbelievable. The company stock

closed up a point and a half today.

All based on rumor about

what Dennis brought back.

- Thank you, darling.

- I'm just glad you got out all right.

The news says

the whole country is in turmoil.

Yeah, I guess it is.

We're kickin' around

a name for the product.

I can't believe I employ people who

wanna call an anesthetic "Zombanol".

I mean...

It's... really good.

I gotta get some air. I'm sorry.

Excuse me for a moment.

I'm sorry.

We need to talk.

Something's wrong. I can feel it.

I've been trying to call

for three days. There's no answer.

- She could be away.

- Yeah. She could be in trouble, too.

- I gotta go back there.

- Listen to me.

There's a door to the mystical,

and you've just walked through it.

Right now, you are very vulnerable.

I wouldn't go back to Haiti now.

You'd be a grade-school boy

in a world of Nobel Prize winners.

I'd stay as far away

from Haiti as I could.

What you have done is a major

breakthrough. It's quite mind-boggling.

The only thing I don't understand

is how did Christophe Durand survive?

How was he able to speak?

Alex?

Well, as far as we can tell,

somehow, I don't know how...

...someone dug him outta the grave

so no brain damage occurred.

Is something wrong with your soup?

No. No, it's all right, I...

...I'm not hungry.

- Albert?

Dr Alan is finished with his soup.

Perhaps monsieur would like

some salad instead?

No, I, uh...

...I've been having

some stomach problems.

Occupational hazard -

dysentery, botfly, malaria.

A toast? A toast?

To Dennis...

...to his adventures,

and to this marvelous discovery.

He rang to a... a new...

...to a new...

- Debra? Sit down, Debra.

You're going to die.

You've been warned. You're going to die.

- Debra, Debra.

He's gonna get to me,

wherever I am. I know that now.

I've stolen his darkest

and most powerful secret.

He'll want to get even and if he can't

get me, he'll go for Marielle.

Hey, I'm a US citizen!

I'm a US citizen! Somebody!

Hey, somebody!

Lucien.

Lucien snatched me from

under the nose of the Tontons Macoutes.

Marielle was safe. She was guarded

by his men at her clinic, he said.

But for Mozart and me,

it was a different matter.

This will give you

some protection, that's all.

Just like your scientific objectivity.

In this country, I haven't felt

protected by anything.

You don't know what

hasn't gotten to you.

I'm not afraid for myself.

A good thing. Up.

Remember, when the battle comes,

it won't be fought in the streets.

It will be fought

in your mind, in your soul.

Marielle was right. This must end.

These people, Peytraud, Duvalier...

They're not Haiti, they are mad dogs.

The madness must stop.

You're makin' a mistake. The president

and me, we are like this... like this.

Something's wrong, isn't it?

We are in our spirits' hands now,

you and I.

Remember, whatever happens...

...death is not the end.

Lucien.

Oh, f***.

Help me. Please, help me.

No, no, no, no, no, no, no.

Don't... don't let them bury me.

I'm not dead.

Anything? Pressure? Pulse?

Nothing.

We've lost him.

Write the time on the tag.

- We'll notify the embassy tomorrow.

- No need for that, Doctor.

I've made all the arrangements.

Whatever.

He's dead. I trust somebody on your end

will take care of the proper paperwork?

No, no, no. No rest.

You'll see it all. You'll feel it.

The cold in the coffin...

...it is worse... much, much worse.

Lucien Celine, the great houngan...

He serves me now, too.

Lucien can't protect you.

I hold him fast!

Lucien will turn your blood to worms.

Oh, yeah? Do you hear me, blanc?

Her head will be taken

as an offering tonight.

No, wait.

To keep you company.

When you wake up,

scream, Dr Alan. Scream all you want.

There is no escape from the grave.

Ohh! Oh, God.

Here!

Here! Here!

Agh! Agh!

Oh, God.

You're alive.

You're alive.

I know it's bad, the poison.

You see things the living can't see.

This is WWBC in Miami reporting.

We've just received word from Haiti...

... that "Baby Doc" Duvalier,

his wife Michelle and his family...

... are en route to the airport.

It's happening in the middle

of the night...

... and no one knows

what it means for sure.

It is confirmed now

the Duvaliers are fleeing.

The scene at the airport

was one of barely controlled panic.

Word is that revolution

is sweeping the country...

... as news reaches

the smaller towns and villages.

Libert! Libert!

- Libert!

- Where is your power now?

The loas themselves

are having their vengeance.

Libert! Libert! Libert!

Your soul is mine.

Get up, Dr Alan.

I control your thoughts now.

Get up!

Dennis! Dennis!

Help me.

- Marielle.

- Help me.

- Help me.

- Marielle.

Help me.

Dennis.

It's your fault.

- It was your work...

- It was your work...

...that caused this.

- It was your work that caused this.

Argh!

Argh!

Argh!

Peytraud?

Peytraud.

Dennis?

Argh!

Argh!

Peytraud.

- No.

- Help us, Lucien, please!

No!

Hold on a second. I'm not gonna

leave that thing in one piece.

No rest for you!

No rest for you, blanc!

You're coming with me!

You're coming with me to hell!

Son of a b*tch!

I'm tired of this sh*t.

- What do you want?

- I wanna hear you scream.

No!

Yes.

Den?

Are you all right?

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