Black Moon

She's at it again!

Hear that?

This may sound silly and have no

bearing on the case...

but she's always playing with drums.

Not toy drums, but native drums from

the island of San Christopher.

She was born there.

There are two white people there:

her uncle and an overseer...

...and a couple of thousand blacks.

A few days ago I made arrangements

to make this trip.

I suggested it to her, but she

would have no part of it.

And that's why at Dr. Linden's

suggestion...

I'm consulting you as a psychiatrist.

Linden says there's not a thing

wrong with her...physically.

Nervously, she's been in bad shape.

She seems to be suffering a neurosis.

As if there's something she's afraid of.

Then why doesn't she want

me with her?

There's something she doesn't

want you to know.

My advice is to let her face

whatever it is...by herself!

- And fight it out in her own way?

- Exactly!

I see. Thank you, Doctor.

Mind if I interrupt?

Stephen!

I thought you left for your office!

Come on, honey!

You run along.

I want to talk to your Mother.

You go downstairs and help Anna pack.

Alright, that's a good girl.

I'll be a little late for the office

this morning.

- It's our last day together.

- Last day?

Something's important come up

and I can't sail with you tomorrow.

You don't know what this means to me!

Ever since I left the island,

I wanted to go back!

Go back and get it out of your system!

When I come back, you won't know me.

I'll be mild, placid.

Positively meek!

Don't change too much!

I love you the way you are!

You darling!

Excuse us, please.

- What is it, Anna?

- I want to pack Nancy's dolls.

Don't forget Gus!

Now darling, you can't take the whole

family, there's not room!

But I promised Gus he could go!

That settles it. I'll take Gus down

and get a passport for...

What is Gus, a him or a her?

- We haven't decided, have we Mom?

- No, darling.

Doesn't matter. I'll fix it so that he

can go as a stowaway.

- Oh, thanks Daddy!

- Is that all?

- Thanks, Daddy!

- You're welcome.

Bye, darling.

Come on, Gus.

Here we go!

- Daddy, what's a passport?

- A passport's something you have to...

Macklin!

Nita!

I'm so happy to see you!

You haven't changed a bit!

Nor have you, except to grow up!

And get prettier!

How's everything at home?

Oh come, sit down.

Tell me about Uncle Raymond!

He's well enough. He's planning

on paying you a visit.

As soon as the island's quieted down.

Quieted down?

Voodoo drums are going.

It started when the natives found out

that you were coming back.

For the first time in years...

there was a sacrifice that night.

You don't mean that...

my coming back had something

to do with the voodoo drums?

Your Uncle sent me to tell you not to

come back to the island again.

Macklin...

I can't stand it here any longer.

It's cold.

I'm only half alive!

I'm sorry my dear.

but your Uncle's orders.

Orders!

Who is he to give me orders?

Only the man who saved you from

a living death!

Those natives never thanked him for

sending you away from the island.

And they've never forgotten it.

- Neither have I!

- How can you say that?

You've a fine husband...

...a beautiful child.

She looks just as you did.

Before that black woman, Ruva,

got hold of you!

And filled you with

the sound of the drums...

and the sight of blood!

Poisoned you with the voodoo!

Please, Macklin!

Don't you know I've fought against it?

Year after year

until it's driven me mad?

I'm sorry, my dear.

But your Uncle sent me to stop you

coming at any costs!

You can't stop me.

I'll go when and where I please.

Very well.

- Where are you going?

- To your husband with the whole story!

Go to him. Tell him!

Do anything you like!

Because I'm going.

I'm going home.

The most practical wireless apparatus

I've ever seen. Congratulations!

- Thank you.

- Will you excuse me please?

- Everything all set?

- Everything!

Tickets, passport, baggage tags.

Oh yes, and seasick pills!

Glad you didn't forget

the seasick pills.

Now, you better go finish

your own packing.

- Mr. Lane...

- Yes?

Do you know anyone who needs

a good secretary?

No, why?

She's intelligent, not too

bad-looking and...

a swell liar!

- Not you!

- Yes, me!

You see, I'd rather

not go on this trip.

And if you don't mind, I'm quitting.

- You can't quit! I can't get along

without you! - Yes, you can!

Anyway, I'm afraid you'll have to

Mr. Lane.

You want a raise?

You can have it!

Oh I see, you're in love.

How did you guess it?

Who is he? What's he like?

He's the most wonderful man

in the world!

- Has he got a job?

- Yes...

- A good job.

- When's the wedding?

No wedding.

What's wrong?

What's wrong with all the good men?

The one thing a girl keeps running into...

They're married!

What are you going to do about it?

I'm not going to live in sin.

Partly because he hasn't asked me to.

And partly because I'm not cut out

for that sort of thing.

And I doubt very much

if I'll kill myself.

So, I'm ducking.

Can't you wait until after the trip?

I'm very worried about Mrs. Lane.

I wouldn't fell right about her being

down there without somebody I trust.

As a special favor to me, won't you

reconsider?

- As a favor to you?

- Yes.

Well, alright.

Thank you, Gail.

When you come back, you can write

your own reference!

Are you sure that there's nothing

I can do?

Gail!

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