The boat can leave now.
Tell the others.
Chopper 1 to base. Chopper 1 to base.
We got a sailboat on a collision course with other boats in the harbor. Over.
- Base here. Location? - Just off Coney Island.
It was almost run down by the ferry.
We can't see anyone on board.
Okay, Chopper 1. Copy that. We'll alert the Coast Guard.
That must be it, Bill.
Yeah, you're right. Let's take a look at her.
Chopper 1 to base.
The Coast Guard's coming alongside the sailboat now.
Ahoy, there! Can you hear me?
Anyone on board?
No one is answering. What should we do?
Yeah, it looks abandoned.
I've never seen anything like it.
But if it is abandoned...
we stand to make a nice little bonus when we bring her in.
That would be nice.
Bring her up alongside.
Chopper 1 to base. Chopper 1 to base. Over.
Base here. Come in, Chopper 1. Over.
Chopper 1 to base.
The Coast Guard's coming alongside the sailboat now.
They're preparing to board on the left. Still no sign of life on board.
Let's hope they stop it before it crashes into someone. Over.
Heads up!
What?
Sorry. The winch is broken.
Okay.
Just don't crack my skull.
- Take a look down below. - Okay.
- Hey, you! Tie a line to our prow. - All right.
Don't move.
Stay where you are.
I told you not to move! Stay where you are.
Stop! Stop!
Not one more step. Stop!
Did you hear me? Stop!
Stop!
Didn't you get the roses I sent you?
Yeah. Yeah. Where is this abandoned boat?
Yeah.
Okay, I'll put someone on it.
Thanks for the information.
Okay, bye.
Get West in here.
- West, the boss wants you. - Right.
- See you. - Okay.
- You need me, boss? - Sit down.
- What's going on, West? - Not much.
In that case, go to Pier 15.
Is it something big?
Dead cop, boat without a pilot.
Poke around a bit. See what you can find.
Okay. I'll let you know.
West.
We go to press in two hours.
Don't fall in love with the first slut you meet.
I'll do my best.
Yes, they're nearly done.
They're finishing up the formalities, conducting a thorough search.
The patrol launch just left. It's going back to the base.
Yes, they already took the body to the medical examiner's office for autopsy.
No, he's still here.
Stay back!
Well, Miss Bowles?
Yes. It's my father's boat.
Where's your father now?
I don't know. I was hoping you could tell me.
I haven't heard from him in over a month.
When was the last time you saw him?
Three months ago.
When he set sail for the Caribbean to join a friend.
The Caribbean?
Will someone please tell me what the hell's going on?
We already have.
Someone on this boat killed a policeman for no apparent reason.
Yeah, but... where's my father?
I mean, what happened to him?
That's just what we'd like to know, Miss Bowles.
I really can't understand why they're in such a hurry.
It must be important.
The D.A.'s office phoned four times already.
I'm sure they have their reasons.
Have you already examined him?
Only externally.
I took some notes.
It appears that this agent died of an external hemorrhage...
due to a huge laceration of the jugular.
Did anything particularly strike you when you examined this injury?
Yet it's quite clear.
There are definite indications. I'm sure of it.
I believe this strange injury was caused by one or more bites.
Look carefully.
Pass me the scalpel.
I've told you a thousand times that I want perfectly sharp scalpels.
I might as well be doing an autopsy with a butter knife.
Don't be afraid and don't scream.
No hysterics.
My name is Peter West, and I'm a reporter.
I'll take my hand away, but you mustn't scream, okay?
Okay.
Forgive my manners...
but if I hadn't done that, you'd have screamed...
and our friend up there would have been onto both of us.
Who are you, and what are you doing on my father's boat?
I've already told you. My name's West, and I'm a reporter.
I've been following you all afternoon.
To what do I owe the honor? Professional curiosity?
I think the police are hiding something, and it looks like you agree with me.
Otherwise you wouldn't be here.
What were you looking for?
You've got a hell of a nerve. You know that?
- You're not so bad yourself. - Oh, please.
Let me put it this way.
I've got some information. You've got some information.
So why don't we just throw it together and see what we can come up with?
For starters, I found a letter you'll be interested in.
What do we do now?
- I've got an idea. - What?
It takes two people,
we'll have to explain to a judge what we were doing here.
Are you going to cooperate or not?
- Okay. - Good. Come on.
Excuse me.
Don't give me the same old story.
- Well, actually, Officer- - Same old story, huh?
This is all your fault. See what you've done?
It was his idea, not mine.
She would have done it in the street.
So you're saying it was my idea?
Whose idea was it to have a romantic setting down by the water?
I'd have settled for an empty boxcar.
No. Not another boxcar. Never again.
She takes after her mother. They're both bananas.
You leave my mother out of this!
You can't fight in here! Both of you, out!
Okay, anything you say.
- Move it! Get out of here! - Yes, sir. Right away.
Coming, dear?
Good night, Officer. You're very nice.
- Out of my sight! - Good night.
The letter's addressed to the daughter, but it was never sent.
"Due to my insatiable curiosity, I have contracted a strange disease.
Now they're studying me like some sort of guinea pig...
but I know I'll never leave this island again.
At least, not alive.
I haven't been a good father, but I have always loved you...
even if perhaps I've realized it too late.
Good-bye. Matool, September 15."
Yes.
Boss, I'm sure there's something that ties this all together...
this letter and the man who killed the Coast Guard officer.
I think it's worth going to Matool.
Okay, boss. Fine.
You'll book two tickets?
Yes, coach. You're wonderful.
- It's almost time. - Yeah.
- It shouldn't be long. - Flight 782 for St. Thomas-
- That's our flight. - and the Dominican Republic.
- Passengers are requested to make their way- - Let's go.
No, no. I've got it.
Let's go.
Last call for TWA flight 782 for St. Thomas and the Dominican Republic.
Before we go to the hotel, shouldn't we rent a boat so we can get to the island?
I don't know. Whatever you think.
Excuse me.
Do you know anyone who can rent us a boat?
A boat, señor?
There are no boats for rent on the island.
We want to go to Matool. It's very important.
We're willing to pay whatever it costs.
There is one option, señor.
What did I tell you?
Two Americans are touring the islands. Maybe I canget you a ride.
They're down there.
Their boat is called Chris. It's at the end of the jetty.
Go ahead, señor. They're already aboard.
- Fine. Thanks. - Thanks.
Did Pedro do a good job, señor?
Sure.
- Here you go. - Thank you, señor.
And good luck!
Come on, Susan. We're almost done.
I'm exhausted.
Hello.
- Hello. - Hello.
I'm Peter West, and this is Anne Bowles.
Susan Barretto.
And I'm Brian Hart.
What can I do for you?
We hear you're going on a tour of the islands.
That's right. Two months of sea and sun.
We have to go to Matool.
We're trying to locate her father.
She hasn't heard from him for some time.
Matool.
That island is cursed.
Everyone's been avoiding it for over a year.
We have to go there all the same.
- And you want a ride. - If that's possible.
Any experience with boats?
- And the lady? - I was born on a boat.
Okay, it'll be $400. I don't give handouts.
- Deal? - Thanks.
Get on board.
But I'm warning you...
we'll drop you off and then we're out of there.
Even though we're not superstitious.
This is Matool calling Guadalupe 1.
Matool calling Guadalupe 1. Come in, Guadalupe 1.
This is Dr. Menard calling Guadalupe 1.
Menard calling Guadalupe 1.
Come in, Guadalupe 1.
Still no luck?
No, I'm afraid...
it's useless to go on trying for now.
Then we're cut off from the rest of the world.
Well...
I didn't say that, my dear.
I want to leave this place, right now.
But, Paola, you can't right now.
The radio isn't working.
I bet you're loving this.
I wouldn't be surprised if you broke it on purpose.
You're tired, darling.
Go to hell!
What are you doing? Are you going out?
I have to go back to the hospital.
Have they found another one?
They have, haven't they?
- Tell me the truth. - Calm down.
- Where did they find it this time? - You really mustn't drink so much.
You didn't answer my question.
Yes, but on the other side of the island.
When will they reach this side? Tell me.
Sit down, please. I'm really worried about you, dear.
Your nerves are getting worse.
- I hate you. - No.
You don't know what you're saying.
You'd like to be able to pass me off as crazy.
Admit it. I'm a threat to you.
Because apart from a handful of superstitious natives...
I'm the only one who knows what you're doing.
And don't think I'm going to keep my mouth shut.
I'm going to tell everyone what's going on here...
that you're the one who's crazy.
A demented, cruel, evil-
I'll be at the lab.
The "lab."
You still see yourself as the great scientist you once were, darling.
Isn't that the truth?
You're no better than one of their witch doctors.
Just stop it!
- My research is- - Research!
You call fooling around with voodoo and superstition research?
You've never understood it, but my work is very important.
- Otherwise we wouldn't be here! - I don't give a damn about your research!
I don't want to stay on this island one more hour.
Don't you understand? I don't want to run into one of your monsters.
Look...
as soon as I've discovered their secret, we'll leave.
I promise.
I don't believe you anymore.
I don't want to stay here listening to your crazy talk anymore!
Miguel.
- Yes, señor? - I'm going to the hospital now.
Make sure nobody comes near the house. All right?
Yes, señor. Miguel understands.
- Nobody. - Bueno.
How deep is it, Susan? And don't get distracted.
Well?
Nine, eight.
Stay on this course.
That's right.
We sure were lucky to find you two.
Yeah, except we can't seem to find your damn island.
We should be around here, right?
Yeah, more or less.
But according to the chart, there are no islands for 50 miles.
That's not necessarily true.
Some of the barrier islands don't appear on the charts.
Like the last couple we saw.
They don't always appear on the charts.
So it's a needle in a haystack.
- You're not thinking of giving up? - No, no.
- We'll find Matool. - I hope so.
That's a promise.
Look, don't count on us too much.
In two months we're going home.
It's time to work. I want to go take some photos.
Brian, cut the engine.
Look! Over there.
From the cloud formation, it looks like an island.
Yeah, something tells me that's Matool.
Help, Brian!
Help!
- A shark! - Christ, a shark!
Hurry! I'm going back down!
There was-
- There was a man down there. - What?
- A man. - A man?
He's at the end.
What should I do, Doctor?
Take him into the old sacristy.
We don't want the others to find out.
I'll take care of the rest.
- Doctor! - Lucas, what is it?
Doctor, the villagers have run away.
Lucas, calm down.
Do as I instructed, Clara.
The villagers have run away.
They're all gone.
Let's talk about it outside.
- What happened? - I don't know.
But an hour ago, there was a great commotion.
The shaman was there, the new one.
He was saying that "they" are going to be here very soon.
- Don't be ridiculous. - It's true.
It was like they had gone crazy.
They didn't know what to do.
Then they took all their possessions and disappeared.
- Where did they go? - Inland.
- I think they're doing voodoo. - Voodoo?
- Voodoo won't solve anything. - Doctor.
Tienen miedo. They're terrified.
You are too.
Maybe more than they are.
- We've touched bottom. - Okay.
Come about.
Doctor.
Dr. Menard.
Clara.
- What's wrong? - Matthias.
Matthias?
What about Matthias?
He's-
Go ahead and say it. Are you afraid to say it?
I refuse to believe in voodoo.
I don't believe in voodoo either, but we can't refute the evidence.
These things are happening right before our eyes, right?
You've seen them, and I've seen them.
Now Matthias is one of them too.
We have to stop him too.
We have to, Clara, for everyone's sake.
Let's go back to the hospital. Be brave.
Damn it! Nothing doing. The propeller is bent.
- What now? - Now we have two possibilities.
Either we head inland on foot, hoping to find someone who can help us...
- or- - Or?
Or we fire off a few flares and hope that somebody sees them.
There's no alternative.
It's our last chance.
Poor Matthias.
Let's go.
- Doctor. - Yes, Lucas?
Doctor, flares.
They're firing flares.
- Where? - Up there.
- Where did they come from? - From the west bay.
I'll go take a look.
You two finish up here.
- Do you think it's the devil? - We'll know soon enough.
Come on. Give me a hand.
Can I cover them up?
Not yet.
I'm afraid we're not done yet for today.
Let's wait.
Father!
Where are you?
Why have you left me alone to fight against death?
But I've seen you.
Yes, I've seen you...
with my own eyes.
Come to me.
Father!
Don't abandon me!
Father, your heart has stopped beating.
But I've seen you walking!
I met your father a few years ago when he first came out here.
When he could, he would come spend a few weeks with me here...
on Matool.
When he-
When he fell ill...
he wanted to stay here, instead of leaving as I advised.
He wouldn't listen to me.
He begged me to take the opportunity to use him as a guinea pig...
so that we might discover...
the causes of this horrible and mysterious disease...
find a cure before this island was transformed into a monstrous leper colony.
Your father was a very brave man, right up to the end.
I remember the day when my assistant came to tell me...
that his condition was deteriorating.
Doctor, your friend.
Quickly.
Menard, it's all over for me.
I feel death approaching...
closer and closer.
I have only two requests.
Listen carefully. It's important.
Make sure my daughter gets the letter I wrote her.
And make sure that my body rests in everlasting peace.
I spent the day watching over his body.
Until at sunset, I had to do it.
I had no other choice.
It was the only way to stop them from turning into the living dead.
The boat can leave now.
Tell the others.
What exactly did my father die of?
What is this island's awful secret?
And what happened to the crew on the boat?
What is all this, 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?
Have you ever heard of voodoo?
Voodoo? You must be joking.
I've been sailing these waters for ten years.
Voodoo is just superstition.
Basically, it's a mixture of two different religions.
Catholicism, brought here by the Spanish conquistadores...
and African religions brought here by black slaves.
Whatever it is, it makes the dead stand up and walk.
I've seen them with my own eyes.
- That's impossible, Doctor. - I know it's impossible!
But it's happening. I've seen them.
The natives say it's something to do with voodoo...
that some evil witch doctor created these zombies.
But I'm sure there's a rational explanation.
I just have to find it.
Doctor.
Doctor, Mr. Fritz is hurt.
- What happened to him? - ¿Quién sabe?
Clara is taking care of him.
I'll be right there.
Bad news?
Fritz, an old friend.
He's the only other white man besides me who lives on the island.
He's had an accident.
I'll take a look at him. He'll be fine.
- Is there anything we can do? - No, no. Thank you.
As you wish.
Wait, actually-
My wife's alone at the cottage.
She only has an old servant with her.
You could go on ahead of me and keep her company.
It's about eight miles up the trail. You can't miss it.
I'll see you later.
I thought it was best to bring him here.
You did right.
What happened to your arm, Fritz?
I've seen death, Doctor.
One of them attacked me.
And I felt death.
Where? Where did this happen?
In the village.
- Here? - Yes.
- In this village? - Yes!
- Tell Lucas to lock all the doors. - Right away, Doctor.
It's no use locking the doors.
They'll be here soon.
They'll come and destroy us all.
We must have driven eight miles by now.
Yes, more or less.
Why don't we try to repair the boat and get out of here as quickly as possible?
Relax.
Guys, we're here.
Nice place.
I must say, it's the only nice place on the island.
Our friend's doing all right.
Yeah, but there is something fishy about him.
Mrs. Menard!
It doesn't seem like anybody's at home. What do we do now?
Easy. We go in.
Mrs. Menard!
Come on! Come on!
Come on. Let's go!
Quick, Brian!
Hurry!
Did my father become one of those?
We'll be at the hospital soon...
and then we'll get out of here.
Look out!
Damn it!
The radiator's had it.
I think my ankle's gone the same way.
We'll have to continue on foot. You think you can make it?
I don't have much choice, do I?
Let's hurry, guys. There's no time to lose.
Give him a hand, Anne.
Drums.
Getting closer.
I hate them!
Fucking drums!
I hate them!
It's voodoo. I recognize it. I've heard it before.
All the more reason to hurry.
It's going to be dark soon.
Another one?
You still think that's the cause?
- Voodoo? - Lucas does not know.
But my father's father said when the dead rise from the grave...
the living will give them their blood.
That's nonsense.
That's just a stupid superstition.
You're right, Doctor. You know many more things than Lucas.
I don't believe that voodoo can bring the dead back to life.
And I do not believe that the dead...
are dead.
No, it's no good. I can't go any further.
Let me rest a little, guys.
Okay, Peter. We'll take a break here.
We can't be far from the hospital.
You two stay here while we take a look around.
- What is it? - A helmet.
It's very old.
This is an old Spanish cemetery.
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-
I'm so scared, Peter.
I'm-
I'm afraid we won't make it off this island.
Susan.
Brian, let's go, before it's too late.
I want to kill them all.
She's dead.
Don't do anything crazy. She's dead.
There's nothing you can do about it.
Let's go, Brian.
Hurry.
Brian!
I can't-
They're coming!
A church.
We made it!
They're getting worse rapidly.
Should I continue with the transfusions?
No, it's no use.
They're going to die anyway.
Doctor!
Open up, Doctor! Hurry!
- Open up! - Dr. Menard!
Doctor, the dead are coming back to life. They're everywhere!
What about my wife?
Thank you.
What are they exactly?
I don't know.
It all started about three months ago.
A fisherman said he'd seen his wife walking through the village at night.
Only she'd been dead for two days.
Of course, nobody listened to him.
In these islands, there have always been legends...
of voodoo, zombies.
My wife was terrified of them.
As a man of science, I didn't and I still don't believe in voodoo.
But the phenomenon defies logical explanation.
I've applied research methods from the disciplines of bacteriology...
virology...
even radiology.
I've even considered psychological problems...
epilepsy and catalepsy.
Nothing fits!
- Will the door hold? - I don't know.
- How can we stop them? - Take this.
I've got a rifle in my office.
By the way, there are two drums of kerosene in the lab.
Right.
You two stay here and close all the windows.
Come with me.
And tell Lucas to gather some empty bottles.
Dr. Menard.
Grab some bottles. Come on!
Go get some more bottles.
Take this.
Get out!
Shoot, West! Shoot!
Brian, let's go.
Let's get to the boat.
What can we do?
The motor in this state can hang on until San Cristóbal.
There's a yard there that we can fix-
- What's wrong? - Brian.
I don't know, but I feel so cold.
I don't want to become like them.
Take me home, Peter.
Please.
Save me.
Please.
Susan.
Susan, where are you?
Susan.
He's dead.
What should we do with him?
We don't have much choice. We'll take him to New York with us.
Maybe someone there can figure this out.
Peter, it might be dangerous.
- What if he becomes like the others? - I'll lock him in the forecabin.
We've got to take him back with us.
He's the only proof we've got that this all happened.
If we tell our story with no proof, we'll wind up in the nuthouse.
What difference does it make?
I feel dead myself.
Take the wheel.
Let's turn on the radio. It will distract us.
The situation here in New York since dawn last Friday...
when the first appearance of these strange beings was reported....
is worsening rapidly, bordering on total chaos.
The National Guard, which has been mobilized by the governor...
is losing control of the situation.
In every borough....
from the Bronx to Brooklyn, Queens, and even Coney Island....
more and more sightings are being reported....
of these beings that, in spite of the barricades....
are gathering and moving toward the center of the city.
The governor has declared a state of national emergency....
and citizens are abandoning their homes and running.
This may be our very last news bulletin.