Zombi 2 Page #3

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Whenever he could, he would stay

for a few weeks here with me...

on Matool.

Then he...

became a victim of the disease.

He insisted upon staying

in spite of everything I said to him.

I insisted that he should leave,

but he wouldn't.

He felt that he could in some way

become a guinea pig,

that he could help in discovering

what was causing the horrors

that were destroying our island,

transforming it into

a wasteland of terror.

Extremely courageous man.

I remember the day

when my assistant came to tell me

that your father was dying.

Doctor!

Your friend. Quickly.

Get closer.

It's over for me.

I feel I'm about to die.

I've had a good life,

but I never thought

it would end this way.

I've got two things to ask

Listen carefully.

They're very important, my friend.

I have written to my dear child Anne.

The letter, see that it gets to her.

And make sure...

my soul rests

in everlasting peace.

I spent the day

watching over his body.

But I knew eventually

I would have to find the courage

to release him from the living dead.

The boat can leave now.

Tell the crew.

What exactly did my father die of?

- And what happened to the boats crew?.

- Yes, Doctor.

What is all this about the dead

coming back to life again

and having to be killed

a second time?

What the hell's going on here?

- You ever heard of voodoo?

- Voodoo?

Doctor, you gotta be joking.

That's kid stuff.

I mean, voodoo's just

plain superstitious horseshit.

Basically, it's a mixture

of two religions.

One- Catholicism, brought here

by the Spanish conquistadores.

And two- African tribal rites that

were brought here by the slave trade.

Well, whatever it is,

it makes the dead stand up and walk

- I've seen it with my own eyes.

- That's impossible.

I know it's impossible.

I've seen it.

The natives say it's...

something to do with voodoo.

Some evil witch doctor

creates these zombies,

but I'm sure there's

a natural explanation,

and I'm determined to find it.

Something's happened to Mr. Fritz.

What happened to him?

No one told me.

Take a look

Go inside.

Bad news?

Fritz, a friend of mine,

happens to be the only other

white man on the island.

He's had an accident.

We've got him at the hospital.

- I'm sure he'll be all right.

- Is there anything we can do?

No, no. Thank you.

As you wish.

Well, yes.

My wife's alone at the cottage.

Our manservant is looking after her.

I'd be very grateful

if you'd call on her.

It's only seven or eight miles up the trail.

You can't miss it.

Go on. I'll see you later.

Doctor, I thought it was

more advisable to bring him here.

You did right.

What happened to your arm, Fritz?.

I left the living dead.

Too late.

I saw it too late.

Where?

Where did you see this?

In the village.

I saw it.

I can't-

In this village?

Yeah.

- Tell Lucas to lock all the doors.

- It's no use.

It's a waste of time

to lock the doors.

They'll be here soon...

to destroy us all.

We must have driven

eight miles by now.

Yes, more than that.

Why don't we just sail to the nearest

place where we know there's a shipyard?

- After we've seen the doctor's wife.

- Look, Peter. Is that it?.

Nice layout.

This is the nicest place

on the island.

The doctor's doing all right,

by the look of it.

But there's something fishy

about him.

Mrs. Menard.

Mrs. Menard?

It doesn't seem like anybody's at home.

What do we do now?.

Might as well go inside.

Is there anybody here?

Come on.

Brian, you drive.

Quick, Brian! Hurry!

Get us out of here, please!

My God, did my father

become one of those?

No, he didn't.

You heard the doctor.

Let's find that hospital and get the

hell out of here as quickly as we can.

Look out!

Damn it.

The radiator's had it.

Well, I think my ankle's

gone the same way.

We're gonna have to walk now.

Think you can make It?.

- We don't have much choice, do we?

- Come on.

Let's get to that hospital before dark

Give him a hand.

Drums.

Getting closer.

I hate it!

Damn you, you bastards!

I can't take it.

Come on.

They're doing a little voodoo on us.

Yes, well, anyway, let's hurry up.

It's going to be dark soon.

Lucas?

You know what is the cause of all this?

- Is it voodoo?

- Lucas not know nothing, man.

The father of my father always say,

when the earth spit out the dead,

they will come back

to suck the blood from the living.

That's nonsense.

That's just a stupid superstition.

Yes, you are right, Doctor.

You know many more things than Lucas.

I don't believe that voodoo

can bring the dead back to life.

And Lucas not believe...

that the dead be dead.

No. It's no good.

I can't go any further.

Gotta rest up for a bit.

Okay, Peter.

We'll take a quick five here.

Gotta be close to that

damn hospital now.

Look. Why don't you two rest here.

And we'll take a look up ahead, right?

- What is it?

- It's a helmet.

Must be over 400 years old.

This must have been a cemetery

for the Spanish Conquistadores.

I'm sorry I dragged you into all this.

It's my father we came

looking for, isn't it?

You know,

when we get back to New York-

Uh-uh.

You don't have to say anything now.

It's just-

I'm so scared we're not

gonna make it off this island.

Susan.

Come on, let's go,

before it's too late.

We can't leave her here alone.

- She's dead.

- Brian, don't you understand? She's dead.

There's nothing that you can do here.

Come on, man. Let's go.

Brian!

- Leave me here.

- Come on, get up!

Is that a church?

We've done it.

He's fading rapidly.

Shall I continue with the transfusion?

It's useless.

He's gonna die anyway.

Doctor! Please! Open the door!

Come on, Doctor!

Open the door now!

Out there,

they're coming back to life.

They're everywhere.

What about my wife?

Thank you.

What the hell are they, Doctor?

I don't know.

It all started about

three months ago.

One of the fishermen

said he'd seen his wife

walking in the village at night,

only she'd been dead for two days.

Well, at the time,

nobody believed the story.

In these islands,

fantastic legends-

voodooism, zombies-

have been around for centuries.

As a man of science,

I don't believe in voodooism.

But the phenomenon

defies logical explanation.

I've attempted to apply

the disciplines of bacteriology,

virology,

even of radiology.

We've performed tests for epilepsy

and for catalepsy.

Nothing fits.

- Will that hold 'em?

- Not a chance.

- How can we stop them?

- Here, take this.

I've got another gun in my office.

There's two drums of kerosene

in the sacristy.

Right, Doc. You two stay where you are.

Watch those windows.

Nurse, come with me.

We've gotta get some empty bottles,

all you can find.

Dr. Menard.

No!

No! No!

You bring some too.

Come on.

Go get some more bottles.

Brian, two more.

Shoot her, West!

Shoot her!

Shoot her!

Come on, Brian.

We have to get to the boat.

Can't we go any faster?

The drive shaft could go any second.

We'll make it to San Cristobal.

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