White Zombie Page #4

Do you think he did this?

No. No, I think his natives would.

Natives would be right.

Of course if you want to, we

could go to Beaumonts house first.

If I could get my hands on the devil

thats responsible for this,

Ill make him such an example

that every witch doctor in Haiti

would be shaking in his sandals.

But we cant do this alone.

Cant the authorities help?

The authorities, Neil, my boy,

you dont know these islands.

The native authorities are

afraid to meddle.

I am not. Ive got friends

among the natives.

Theyll tell me things that no jandam

could ever get out of them.

Because I am a preacher.

They think I am a magician.

Before we get through with this thing, we may uncover

sins that even the devil would be ashamed of.

Oh, these witch doctors...

Madeline...

Foolish things, they cant bring

back the light to those eyes.

I was mad to do this,

but if you had smiled on me,

Id have done anything for you.

Given you anything.

I thought that beauty

alone would satisfy,

but the soul is gone...

I cant bear those

empty staring eyes.

Oh, forgive me,

Madeline. Forgive me!

I cant bear it any longer.

I must take you back.

Back to the grave,

Monsieur?

No, you must put the life back into her

eyes and bring laughter to her lips.

She must be gay and

happy again!

You paint a charming picture,

Monsieur.

One that I should

like to see myself!

You must bring her back.

Arent you a trifle afraid,

Monsieur?

How do suppose those

eyes will regard you

when the brain is able

to understand?

Better to see hatred in them

than that dreadful emptiness.

Perhaps youre right.

It would be a pity to

destroy such a lovely flower.

Lets drink to the future

of this flower.

A glass of wine!

Silver, bring wine!

We have a toast to drink.

To the future,

Monsieur!

Only a pin point,

Monsieur.

In a flower...

or perhaps in a glass of wine?

You devil! What are you

trying to do to me?

I have other plans for Mademoiselle.

And I am afraid you might not agree.

I have taken a fancy to you,

Monsieur!

Silver! Silver!

Dont, dont!

To the future,

Monsieur!

The vulture,

you...

No. Not that.

Not that!

We ought to be picking up an old witch

doctor around here pretty soon.

His name is Pierre, Ive known

him for years. Bright old fellow.

I dont know just

where well find him.

Come, son.

There are evil spirits in the road.

I will give you an awonga.

And here, this one

for the ox.

Young man is sick with distress.

Well hey, wait a minute, we cant

afford to have you sick.

Neil, why dont you go over there,

we've got a hard day before us tomorrow.

Now, now then Pierre, come on.

Hes gone. We can talk.

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