Island of Lost Souls Page #3

Get out, I said!

It's all right.

Go in, Lota.

- This is Mr. Parker, Lota.

- How do you do?

Don't be afraid.

How... do you do?

Mr. Parker has come to us

from over the sea.

She's a pure Polynesian...

the only woman

on the entire island.

Well, I'll leave you two young people

together.

I've got work to do.

Won't you sit down?

Cigarette?

No.

- I thank you.

- You're welcome.

You'll have to pardon me because...

this is all very strange to me.

What island are you from? Tahiti?

Samoa?

I mean, where is your home?

Home?

This my home.

I know, but you're not

a native of this island.

I know

because I've seen some of them.

How does it happen that you're

the only woman on this island?

Did, uh, Dr. Moreau bring you here?

Pardon me

if I seem to be too inquisitive.

Moreau!

Quickly, please!

What now?

You come from the sea?

Well, rather.

Three days on an upturned lifeboat.

You go away?

Tomorrow morning.

I wish you would not go away.

Well, that's very nice of you, but...

I must.

You come back... again?

Well, I - I don't know.

- What's that?

- It's the House -

the House of Pain!

No! No!

It's nothing! It's nothing.

Nothing?

Somebody's being tortured.

Get out!

Get out!

They're vivisecting a human being.

They're cutting a living man to pieces.

Now I know about his natives.

They're his victims.

You and I may be next.

Come on. Let's get out of here.

Other gate!

We'll take Moreau's boat

and get away from here tonight - now.

Sea! Sea!

Man from sea! Man from sea!

Lota!

Stop!

- What? What?

- Man from sea.

- They are like us!

- They are like him.

One is not man.

What is the Law?

Not to run on all fours.

That is the Law.

Are we not men?

Are we not men?

What is the Law?

Not to eat meat.

That is the Law.

Are we not men?

Are we not men?

What is the Law?

Not to spill blood.

That is the Law.

Are we not men?

Are we not men?

His is the hand that makes.

His is the hand that makes.

His is the hand that heals!

His is the hand that heals.

His is the House of Pain!

His is the House of Pain.

I didn't think, after my warning,

you'd be idiotic enough to leave the house.

Now I can understand

why you and your island...

stink from one end of the South Seas

to the other.

What makes your natives

such monstrosities?

I saw you vivisecting a man.

My dear young fool,

you're entirely mistaken.

Well, you can't get away with it

in my case, Moreau.

Take it.

I'm now unarmed,

and you're fully protected.

It's quite evident, isn't it,

that I mean you no harm?

Would you be good enough

to come to the house?

Lota.

Lota, go to your room.

I started with plant life

in London 20 years ago.

I took an orchid,

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