(eerie music)
(whip cracking) (screaming)
You are here within this ring of salt to be judged.
(whip cracking) (screaming)
You'll say that you repent.
(groaning)
(contraption squeaking)
(screaming)
You will repeat the nine names
of the principal powers of darkness.
(whip cracking) (screaming)
Those that we call our saints.
(whip cracking) (screaming)
Lucifer.
Lucifer, our lord.
[Group] Lucifer our lord.
Name the others.
Quickly.
(screaming)
Beelzebub, prince of flies.
(speaking foreign names)
(screaming)
(upbeat orchestral music)
And to the best of my knowledge
this a true witch's scythe, one of the tools of her trade.
They use censors and chalices and faribels
and other vessels similar to those used
in the Catholic celebration of the mass.
Except these were consecrated to the devil,
to his satanic majesty.
The handle had to be like this?
[Mr. Ching] Like this.
And this odd design.
Part of the power of witchcraft.
Somewhere sometime in the past
this knife was consecrated with salt, vinegar and skunk...
Skunk pee Mr. Ching.
[Carlos] Yes.
Very expensive kind.
There are two kinds you know.
[Woman] I will take it, for luck.
Be right with you sir.
That's Chris.
Thank you Miss.
Thank you Mr. Ching.
Good day sir.
Mr. Carlos Ching.
And you are Mr. James Robertson
of the United Museum's Fund.
Are you sure, you've never seen me before.
Partly yes, partly no, I had hoped that...
You wrote me that you thought you have
what might be one of the Van Alst Bergos tapestries.
Yes, a fragment.
Well a fragment isn't much good
unless it points to the existence of the valance of it.
Some of the Bergos tapestries
are in the cloisters in New York.
They're anxious to make their collection
as complete as possible.
I'd pay high for one.
Or several if they're in good condition.
It's one of the Redemption of Man series.
The knots are the same as those used
in Brussels in the 16th century.
The dyes don't have the same look
and it's in this corner of this particular tapestry
that the double eagle
of the holy Roman empire should be woven.
I'd say it's a much later copy, and a poor one at that.
Colonial?
Yes.
Early 17th century.
Period of 1605, 1610.
I must say you couldn't possible be...
Couldn't I, who's the painter?
Jesus Salto Marie Velez.
Very minor, completely unworthy.
Nevermind, what his story?
Salto did six paintings.
Different views of the burning
of the witches here in Manila.
I'll take it, how much is it?
It's $200.
It's for me, I wouldn't think of buying that for a museum
even as an example of bad Spanish colonial art.
- For you, 100. - I'll take it, for 75.
Your wish is my command.
But may I ask sir why you have
a personal interest in such a one?
Why not?
If my wife had lived 370 years ago
she could've been a model
for that pretty witch in the center of the painting.
Ah sir one can always understand
the romantic side of things.
(horn honking)
- Hi Chris. - Hello.
- How are you feeling? - Better, every day better.
If I wouldn't keep reminding you.
Uh-huh.
For me, a surprise?
For us.
Wait a minute, wait a minute.
What'd you do today? Nothing really.
What did you do?
I was busy.
Did you miss me?
Uh-huh.
Come on let me see it.
Go ahead. (laughing)
(suspenseful music)
Why would you bring a thing like that home?
Why Chris can't you see why?
You bought it for a client
or you're gonna raffle it off at your...
No, no there's something about it.
You know Jim there's times
when I think you need a bodyguard.
Why would you bring a psycho thing like that home?
Even badly painted.
I don't understand you, really I don't.
You never liked anything before Matisse and the Fauvists.
Oh Cezanne I like, but this is kind of different, special.
Sure.
Sadism at its purest, burning women at the stake.
It's historical, early Spanish colonial primitive.
The Burning of the Witches.
Burning alive the three members of Duarte Coven, 1592.
(suspenseful music)
How the hell did you know that?
I don't know, I've got some blind spots
when it comes to history.
Don't you see something Chris,
I mean can't you see a resemblance?
Man it really hit me, this girl in the center here,
she could be your sister or you.
Could she?
It's the face darling, it's your face.
So we've all got look-a-likes
and if you see my face in every woman in every painting
I guess you're just gone on me.
In a way it's a compliment.
Kiss me.
(dramatic music)
I can't tell you how or why it gets to me but it does.
It's like a period painting of you.
Like you were at some other time.
Let's not get into reincarnation Jim.
Today is trouble enough.
(dramatic music)
Here.
Will you turn that damn thing to the wall please?
(suspenseful music)
[Eerie Echoing Voice] Christina.
Christina.
(gasping)
Oh Jim.
What's wrong honey?
Oh nothing, I couldn't sleep.
Alright what is it this time?
Come on tell me.
Someone was calling my name.
Or I think they were.
Christina.
(gasping)
There it is again.
Listen.
Can you hear it?
I can't hear a thing except bugs.
But I do, I do.
There's someone or something out there.
Okay, now don't be afraid, I'm gonna take a look.
Oh no, no.
Put that away, it won't do any good.
What do you mean, it's a 357 magnum,
it'd go through the engine block of a car.
That's alright, maybe I was just imagining things
or I was half asleep and had a nightmare.
Nobody around here calls me Christina anyway.
I never liked it.
Come on put that away, let's go back to bed.
(wind howling)
And what the hell was that?
It was just a little waft.
You can explain that in the morning.
That and the Christina bit.
If I can't explain it to myself
how can I explain it to you?
How true.
How fearfully and wonderfully are we made.
(suspenseful music)
(crying)
(suspenseful music)
(dog barking)
(dramatic music)
Come on Nicodemus.
Good boy.
(dramatic music)
Nicodemus, 666 Calle Revelacion.
How did I know your name?
I never saw you before, did I Nicodemus?
(dog barking) Nicodemus.
(dog barking)
(suspenseful music)
Nicodemus.
(suspenseful music)
Ouch.
Chris.
[Chris] Yes Jim?
Come here, hurry.
What's the matter?
Did you touch this painting today?
Yes.
Yes I did, I put it on the couch where you did
and I looked at it.
I thought it bothered you?
It is sort of creepy.
There's something more than creepy,
take a good look at it.
Notice anything missing? No.
The dog's gone.
Or almost, look how he's faded.
- What do you mean? - The dog.
That big dog tied at your feet.
At my feet?
Well at the feet of the center witch.
[Chris] Is that how you're starting to think of me?
No Chris.
But you gotta admit there's a frightening resemblance.
You didn't try to erase the dog for some reason did you?
Now why would do a thing like that?
Maybe it's starting to fade.
After 370 years the painting's starting to fade.
You know I checked the library today.
You were absolutely right about the date of the burning.
1592.
Now how would you know an obscure thing like that?
I think I read it in a novel somewhere
or a book on witchcraft.
Just last week you couldn't remember
whether you paid 33.95 or 34.50
for those new shoes you bought.
Well I have no memory for figures, you know that.
[James] Oh come on now, 1592 is a figure.
So I got a funny mind.
Some things just stick in it
and they're unimportant and don't matter
and other things go right on through.
Sometimes I think I got a mind full of meringue.
Anyway that's why I married you, to keep things straight.
Keeping you straight is my biggest job.
(eerie music)
(doorbell ringing)
[Juana] Is this the Robertson residence?
Yes.
[Juana] I came in answer to your ad.
Ad?
I'm not running an ad.
Madam I wouldn't come way out here without reason.
That's us alright.
But I didn't put the ad in.
Oh maybe Jim did, he's been promising me some help.
My name is Juana Rios.
And you know mine.
And nice to meet you.
Come in won't you?
And this is my husband's study.
You won't have to touch a thing in here.
When he's in the middle of an art article
there are open books all over the desk and the couch
and the floor, and papers with writing on them.
If I touch anything or try and tidy up
he just climbs the walls.
That'll be fine.
(suspenseful music)
What's wrong my dear?
Are you not feeling well?
I think I've changed my mind.
I don't think I want a housekeeper.
I want you to go.
Please?
Please go.
Now.
You have no choice.
You must do what it is your destiny to do
and I'm here to help, to keep you to that purpose.
(suspenseful music)
I brought you something to remind you of that purpose.
(suspenseful music)
And now if you will you show me
where things are in the kitchen
I shall start plans for tonight's dinner.
(upbeat orchestral music)
(dog barking)
(dramatic music)
(dog barking)
The funniest thing just happened.
I was driving along Camino Connor right near here
and a dog stood in the middle of the road
and tried to stop me.
Maybe he wanted a ride.
Ha ha.
[Chris] Hey we got a cook housekeeper.
He looked just like the dog in that painting
or that type, big and ugly,
and he damn near wrecked the car
or I did trying to avoid him.
And then he chased after me barking like a lunatic.
What do you mean we got a housekeeper?
[Chris] You know from the ad you put in.
Oh, well I hoped you picked the best applicant.
Oh she was the only one.
She said there wouldn't be any others.
A know it all huh?
Well we'll try it for a couple weeks.
Oh no dear, she makes the rules.
Six months at her option, Wednesdays and Sundays off
and she is not to be asked to cook fish or lamb.
Well no lamb's okay with me
and when I catch fish I like to cook 'em myself.
Do you think she'll let you keep on sleeping with me?
That point hasn't come up yet.
(laughing)
(dog growling)
That's the dog.
(dog barking)
Chris.
No, dear.
Nicodemus.
No, no.
He'll be nice to you, he won't hurt you.
Nicodemus. I won't hurt him?
(dog growling)
How the hell did you know his name anyway?
Come here. (dog barking)
Come, come here.
Make friends with him.
I've got enough friends already.
(dog growling)
(dog barking)
Nicodemus over here.
Sit.
(sighing)
My husband, Jim Robertson, Juana Rios.
Miss Juana, et cetera.
What evil thing have you done to make dogs hate you?
Ah yes now I remember,
as a boy in Mexico I was captured by the Aztecs.
Our favorite holiday dish was baked dog.
I must say it was quite good.
You've never been in Mexico in your life except Tijuana.
I'm a cat man myself.
I've never yet had a cat bark at me
or take a chunk out of my ass.
(door slamming)
Come on Nicodemus, come on.
Vicente?
Yeah it's Jim.
Hey I didn't wake you did I?
Good.
Listen I'm trying to be as professional as possible
about a painting I just bought
but it's getting pretty difficult.
No it's something I bought for myself,
but what's driving me absolutely out of my mind
is the fact that several of the figures in the painting
could possibly fade after 370 years.
No, not the whole thing, just two figures.
I'll tell you more when I see you tomorrow.
(eerie music)
Now what the hell is that?
(suspenseful music)
(mysterious suspenseful music)
(thumping)
(laughing)
[Man] Who am I?
I don't know.
That's good because it's a matter of death and life.
My life and your death. (laughing)
I would shoot you, but it's dangerous.
It is dangerous to make noise at this time and place.
So get onto your feet.
You white monkey and go back to your home.
(suspenseful music)
(dog panting) (suspenseful music)
(dog growling) (suspenseful music)
[Chris] What did you see?
A camp fire.
And I saw two women standing beside it,
but they disappeared all of a sudden.
What's wrong?
I don't know.
I just feel...
so down.
It's alright.
I'm here.
Help me Jim, please.
Help me.
(crying)
(traffic honking)
♪ Blessed is the bride that the sun shines on ♪
♪ Blessed is the corpse that the rain rains on ♪
♪ Ah still laying there in the midnight air ♪
♪ And the wind blew up her nightie ♪
♪ And the moon lit the nipples of her tit ♪
♪ Oh Jesus Christ oh mighty Ia Ia la ♪
(flash powder booming)
I have captured you my dear forever.
Sir.
You're not allowed in here.
This is the makeup room of the dead.
Excuse me I'm looking for a dog.
Dog, I've not yet embalmed a dog.
A dog's owner, a dog named Nicodemus.
Do you know anyone who owns a big dog named Nicodemus?
I should say not.
Dogs should be named Rex or Duke or...
There's the address, 666 Calle Revelacion.
[Man] Revelacion?
That dog has been bugging the hell out of me.
Bugging huh?
Do you know the etymology of the term?
It seems that some buggers have gained
world wide reputation for their sexual preference.
Incidentally the word bugger...
Hey, I just want to find the owner.
Now you can't help me huh?
I don't know, except that this is Calle Revolucion 666.
- Revolucion? - Yes.
And your street, at Calle Revelacion, the one you want.
Its name has been changed to
(speaking in a foreign language)
to honor one of our military figures.
It's across town, for it's the truth.
Thank you.
(suspenseful music)
(gasping)
(groaning)
(suspenseful music)
Thanks for asking about Chris.
Okay, everything I've told you about the dog,
the painting fading, one of the witches in the painting
looks just like my wife, another like our cook,
the art dealer being stabbed to death.
I don't know, have I been hallucinating?
Hallucinating, no.
Troubling factual happenings, yes.
You must believe the testimony of your mind and senses.
Well thank god, I thought I was going out of my skull.
So I can relax huh? I wouldn't if I were you.
What do you mean?
Does the fly rest easy caught in the web?
(angry chattering)
Doctor.
- It's alright Sabrina. - Doctor I tried.
I'm sorry Doctor.
You can leave her with me now.
Catalina... Kitty.
Alright Kitty, we just had
our meeting this morning remember?
You're not due back here until Wednesday.
But I need you desperately Dr. Dangal.
I need you desperately.
The power is always at me.
They keep telling me what to do.
To do evil things.
Things that I wouldn't do on my own.
They keep putting things into my mind.
I must have your support.
Kitty.
Just step in here and I will be with you in a while.
But I don't want to take part in a conspiracy to murder.
No one can force you to crime unless that's what you want.
What's the matter with you?
Seen another ghost?
I don't know.
I don't know Doctor, it's weird.
I've only been in the Philippines four months
and the whole world goes insane.
That woman in there,
she looks like the third witch in the painting.
I want you to phone me everything that happens,
night or day, anytime, doesn't matter.
You can come back on Friday at four.
I'm sorry Chris quit coming, she was making progress.
I'm sorry too, you were helping her, I know that.
She's just so damn stubborn.
- How is she now? - Down and really confused.
I'm gonna ask her to come back with you.
(dramatic music)
Yep, no ground glass, no poison, not yet anyway.
Jim. (thudding)
[James] Hey this thing's kind of shaky.
Did you hear some kind of noise?
No, but I wouldn't shake my legs.
Jim! (laughing)
It sure is peaceful here.
Everything's been so crazy lately.
What has?
The last week or so ever since
I brought that painting home.
[Chris] I don't see anything strange about anything.
You don't see anything strange huh?
And you don't believe in considering facts.
If I know there are facts then I consider them.
(eerie music)
You don't consider your resemblance
to the middle witch a fact?
Yes it's a fact, it's also a coincidence.
And that the one on the right looks just like Juana.
Another coincidence.
You knew the exact year and the name of the group
being burned, the Duarte Coven you called it, 1592.
Chance, just chance.
I already explained it to you.
And there's that dog.
That loving bundle of viciousness
that tries to remove one of my hands every time he sees me.
How do you control him?
Love.
Nicodemus loves me, all dogs love me
and all animals love me.
Saint Christina.
How about the voice calling in the night?
Well it felt pretty real, it scared me.
But it could've just been a dream or in my mind you know.
A lot of things never happen,
we just think they did or will.
Take illness for example.
Illness can often be psychosomatic,
we can imagine ourselves right into illness.
Oh.
By the way you should be more careful.
I found this on the floor of the car.
(dramatic suspenseful music)
Well why don't we get back?
And there's that 666 something street
where that killer canine's supposed to live only it's...
a mortuary...
or an art shop I don't know.
I think I'm going screwier than...
You were going to say than me.
No Chris no.
It's me we're talking about.
I don't know.
Think I'm going a little crazy?
Look,
I think you always have been a little crazy,
now just more so.
(dramatic music)
(screaming)
Jim!
Are you hurt?
No, wet.
[Eerie Echoing Voice] Christina.
Christina.
What in the world is this for at this time of night?
Something to purify the air, use it.
But there are no directions.
[Juana] You'll know what to do
and honey you better take off this cross.
You might break the chain while you're asleep.
(suspenseful music)
(coughing)
(suspenseful music)
(coughing) (suspenseful music)
(glass shattering)
(coughing)
Jim!
(coughing) (suspenseful music)
[James] What the hell happened?
(dramatic music)
There they are, Kitty Duarte my patient.
Your wife.
Your cook.
And where's the dog?
Nicodemus you son of a bitch wake up.
(dog growling)
(dog barking)
Can he get out?
- Oh he's locked in. - Oh.
But he get out when he wants to, he changes into an ant.
No, a spider, and crawls under the door.
You said Chris has a peculiar control over this animal.
He's like a puppy in her hands.
Pardon me for that, but he'd eat me alive
if she weren't around.
She's got some kind of mental control over him.
Why is the dog being burned with the witches?
Do you notice in the painting his feet are tied together?
Look Doctor, I am climbing the walls
already I'm so mixed up.
This dog Nicodemus is what is known
to witches and warlocks as a familiar.
An animal with a supernormal access to evil things,
even to the devil himself.
He's the go between from the witch
and the powers of darkness.
In other words the witch communicates
through the animal with the devil right?
Well if you believe in witchcraft.
Why don't you make yourself comfortable Jim?
You know you are surrounded by a coven of witches.
If you believe in witches you said.
There are unfriendly meddlers in the unknown.
Now wait, let's go over the facts,
I'm going to give you me F or F test, fact or figment, okay?
One, your wife hearing a voice call her name in the night.
I'd say figment.
Juana applying here for a job and only here
after you bought the painting.
Fact.
The dog trying to wreck your car.
Fact.
The witches in the field around a fire.
Figment.
Those guerillas who almost executed you.
Very much a fact.
What about the suffocating gas?
The suffocating gas.
Fact, a fact.
Look my wife loves me.
I don't doubt that and I don't doubt
that she'd never harm you in any way, except it's not her.
You yourself once said she's being controlled
by forces outside herself, by some supernormal power.
I think there are some people,
for some reason I don't know, who are trying to hex you,
if not to do away with you.
And your wife is the weapon.
I can't believe that.
I can't believe it, it's like some kind of a nightmare.
Anyway how do I know you're right?
Notice how bright the colors in the painting are now.
All the little witches are in bed
sleeping the sleep of the innocent.
The dog's locked in his place.
You know I have a theory about when the colors fade.
It means that the coven is out functioning.
They have left the painting and are performing as witches.
[James] Ah bullshit.
I do not think that is a very scientific remark.
When your wife's colors fade look out.
Be wary, if she tried to kill you with that suffocating gas
she'll try again some other way, none the less,
or whatever.
If what you say is true how do we snap her out of it?
She's devout you said?
Mass every day.
And the church isn't all that didn't help her.
The only barrier that's taken away from her...
Jim you look tired.
Why don't you go on to bed?
I'll sit here and study the painting.
Okay.
Goodnight. Goodnight.
(crowd shouting)
(suspenseful music)
(screaming)
(dog barking) (suspenseful music)
(crowd shouting) (dog barking)
(screaming)
(dog barking) (suspenseful music)
(screaming)
(crowd shouting)
(dramatic suspenseful music)
I'm just leaving.
- Is everything okay? - Yeah.
Talk to you in the morning.
(suspenseful music)
(shouting)
(dog barking)
(suspenseful music)
(shouting) (suspenseful music)
(eerie music)
[James] Juana?
(knocking on door)
(suspenseful music)
(shouting) (dog barking)
(suspenseful music)
Time, 1:05, this date.
After leaving Robertson's home
and driving along Camino Connor toward Ross Boulevard
for about, oh perhaps a mile,
observed the shadowy figures of three women
skipping hand in hand along the dirt road.
They were followed by a large dog.
(eerie music)
Just having a little midnight snack.
Go right ahead.
(eerie music)
(suspenseful music)
(dog barking)
(suspenseful music)
(explosion booming)
(suspenseful music)
Thank you for driving me home from the funeral.
I suppose it wasn't very lady like of me to beg,
but I did see you in Dr. Dangal's office.
And I, I don't know, I just can't seem to get
from one moment to another without him.
Isn't it sad?
He's dead.
And in his prime.
I just can't seem to get a hold of myself.
He was a fine man.
I didn't know whom to turn to.
(laughing)
Don't worry, I'm a widow.
I was married for 11 years to what they call a good man.
Hard working money maker, he never chased,
two drinks before dinner, that's all.
And then suddenly he died.
He left me rich with things,
but he left me hollow inside.
11 years and you know he never once touched my breasts.
(laughing)
- Jeez. - What do you say to that?
Well not having been equipped with those particular
secondary sex characteristics I can't say anything.
You're not going to commit yourself?
Look just what are you doing here?
I know what you're doing here.
You're here like all the rest of them, for just one thing.
You think you're going to score.
Well you are not going to lay me, not on your life.
You're not gonna touch me with a 10 foot pole.
For your information I don't need any erotic assists.
I have no desire to lay you as you put it.
I came here because you asked me to.
Please, please don't go yet.
Please, I'm sorry.
I'm sorry that all the men I know are such pigs.
Oh, look, I'm very worried about Dr. Dangal getting killed.
Okay.
What I really wanted to talk to you about was
I have a painting that I think you might be interested in.
It's one in that series called The Burning of the Witches.
I think you have one.
By Jesus Salto M.
He was an eyewitness.
He's the same painter who painted the painting you have.
I thought you might be interested
in buying mine for your museum.
You seem to know a lot about me don't you?
Well I, (laughing)
some.
Through my friends Carlos Ching and Dr. Dangal.
Come on, it's in here in my bedroom.
Oh don't worry.
I'm not going to rape you. (laughing)
Translate will you?
Of course, I know it by heart.
Don Diego Roberson, investigator for the Holy Inquisition
accuses three witches and their satanic dog
prior to the preparation of their burning.
Manila, 16th, December 1592.
God it looks just like me.
Roberson is Spanish-ized for Robertson.
And Diego means James.
Looks just like me, same name and all, 1592.
Could've been my great grandfather's great grandfather.
Probably.
There's a tradition in our family of a Spanish branch.
A long time ago the Irish and Scots you know
fought in every army in Europe.
As long as it was against the English.
(laughing)
Well they were all over the world.
The man who got my grandmother pregnant was a wild Irishman.
Right here in Manila.
I guess it can happen right here in Manila.
Oh.
(laughing)
Don't you start pawing me.
Why is it every man gets near me wants to paw me?
I hadn't thought of it,
maybe you have a very high paw quotient.
Now why the hell did you ask me here?
Just to show me my look alike in that cruddy painting?
Just to warn you.
Be careful James, your ancestor...
[James] If he was.
Condemned those women to be burnt at the stake alive
as well as the others in their coven.
They have had their revenge on him
and on everyone of his male descendants.
Every one of them has died young.
The pact has never been broken.
I don't believe you.
I know what I know.
Then why the hell don't you tell me everything?
Shit, tell me.
(laughing)
Sister of Satan, Christina Robertson,
you are here to be judged.
Twice you have tried to carry out
our satanic majesty's orders and twice you have failed.
I can't do it.
I can't, I can't.
You can do it.
And you will.
(gasping)
(screaming)
No!
No, no, please.
(screaming)
No!
Weakness of will is the greatest sin
a Satanite can be guilty of.
[Group] Lucifer our lord give us the power.
(crying)
[Kitty] You have been guilty of shocking weakness of will.
Your devotion to the pagan Catholic faith
is heresy to our lord Satan.
(whip cracking) (screaming)
And you will be found guilty of deceiving our master...
(whip cracking) (screaming)
[Chris] No, don't hit me I can't stand it!
Do you wish to be reconfirmed?
(gasping)
You will recite Lucifer's prayer.
I must.
Ever forward,
glory at the end, power at the end.
Kingdom he is dying for.
Evil from us deliver the temptation to not us lay down.
Better thou forgive me as desires will give not.
Bringing our daily this gift.
Heaven in his death.
Earth then will by thy.
Come kingdom nigh, name thy be hallowed.
Heaven and Earth will be turned around.
(gasping)
Repeat after me.
I will put all other religions away from me.
My church is the Manila Assembly of Lucifer.
[Chris] My church is the Manila Assembly of Lucifer.
I have no other choice but to carry out
the task assigned to me.
I have no other choice but to carry out
the task assigned to me.
(dark organ music)
(gasping)
Here.
Take it.
Hold it up.
Hold the cross up the way the Christian priests do it.
Prove that you are recommitted to our lord Satan.
Deny Christ, spit on him.
(groaning)
You are now recommitted and reconfirmed.
(crying)
We only have until midnight tomorrow.
Everything must be finished by midnight.
Everything is ready.
Now it's all up to you.
(bell chiming)
(crying) (suspenseful dramatic music)
- Hi. - Hi.
Sorry I'm late, we can eat out.
Hey why are you limping?
I stepped on a stake.
How the hell did you do that?
Come on, I have martinis mixed.
I did it because I couldn't help myself.
What the martinis or the limp?
Both.
(laughing)
All poured and ready.
Here's to Tokyo, Hong Kong, Bangkok and Rangoon.
We're moving on.
Tomorrow, so get packed, start tonight.
And where's Juana, I want to fire her.
Right here Mr. Robertson.
I brought you some hot cocktail sausages
and other malnutritious goodies.
So you're gonna fire me?
Well that's just great.
That's one month bonus pay,
two weeks sick leave pay, one week vacation pay, and...
And how about disagreeable pay?
You've contributed to enough
of that around here, disagreeability.
Jim, don't be so rude.
Where were you today?
I called you several times.
I was at a meeting.
That society?
That society of...
(glass shattering)
(thudding)
(suspenseful music)
[Kitty] How much time do we have?
About 24 hours to get rid of him.
Enough to spot him and take care of our alibi.
(suspenseful music)
[Kitty] Help us.
(suspenseful music)
She should be here to help us.
In her condition it's better she stay in the bar.
(suspenseful music)
Do you know the owner?
Tommy Tantulco?
Slightly.
Jim and I come here once in a while.
Well get him over here so that he can remember you and us.
And when we were here.
[Chris] Tommy.
Yes Mrs. Robertson.
- Tommy meet Juana Rios. - How are you?
- And Catalina Duarte. - How do you do Tommy?
What's the matter, you don't look well Mrs. Robertson.
Oh they just had an argument.
Mr. Robertson drove off in mad rage.
Oh.
I'm sorry.
Can I do something for you?
Yes, my drink.
This Manila Galleon as you call it
seems to have lost its poop deck.
(laughing)
I'll fix it for you.
And a nice shot of Tamara.
151 proof.
The same for us too Tommy.
Okay.
It's 11:55.
(suspenseful music)
Eight bells.
2400, midnight, straight up,
the witching hour.
(suspenseful music)
(crashing)
(bell ringing) (jazz music)
Who are you two?
I know who I am.
I think I know who you are.
Wait don't tell me you're a housekeeper or a cook?
I've seen you somewhere.
Cook, housekeeper?
Your name is Juany, or Juana.
Well here's mud in your eye.
My name Herminia Raymundo.
I'm a registered nurse, yes Herminia Raymundo, RN.
Aren't you a patient of mine?
Aren't you a case I was called on?
I'm no case and there's nothing the matter with me.
Listen if you ever really need
a good shrink I know the guy.
I mean he really pulled me out of a case of downers.
I mean boy I was really down and he cleared my mind.
Dr. Dangal.
He's a magnificent guy for a man.
I mean he's great.
Now look I better give you his number.
Look I don't want a psychiatrist.
All I want to know is how I got here
and where my husband is.
Jim Robertson, that's my husband.
Oh how the hell should I know where your husband is?
I'm just going through on my way to Hong Kong.
I'm gonna buy everything in that town.
I have this horrible feeling.
Somewhere I went wrong, somewhere I failed him.
I feel so guilty and I don't know why.
I don't know the reason.
But something terrible has happened to him
and I don't know what it is.
It's there, in the back of my head,
and it won't take shape.
Just like a black shadow back there.
Oh come on honey with your shape and your look
and the shortages of men everywhere.
Be quiet, can't you see she's upset?
(crying)
Oh come on let's take this creep home and then,
hey, hey do you want to go to Hong Kong with me?
I'm not very rich but I can charge our airfare.
Well I have a little here,
but gee I've never been to Hong Kong.
Hey I got 35 in cash and some change.
Oh what's this?
A check.
How much is it for?
What does it matter?
It's made out to somebody named Juana Rios.
[Kitty] How much?
More than 400.
Okay, okay so it was in your bag, you're an honest lady,
it must have something to do with you.
Look just endorse it, put Juana Rios
and then sign your own name underneath.
Okay?
- Okay. - Okay, come on let's move.
Come on, let's go home.
Come on.
(doorbell ringing)
(knocking on door)
Jim!
Jim?
Chris.
(eerie music)
Chris, darling.
Jim, Jim.
(dramatic music)
It's okay.
I'm alright now.
But I don't know what happened.
I must've blacked out.
When I came to I was way up on some mountain somewhere.
The car was going off the road, well I got out just in time.
The car's gone, it's just totaled, burnt up.
[Chris] Everything's gonna be okay.
Let me get this door open for you.
(eerie music)
(dog panting)
What the hell are you doing in the house?
(eerie music)
Good dog.
I can't believe it.
Would you look at this mutt Chris?
All the hate's gone out of him, I can't believe it.
(dramatic music)
(dog barking)
Quiet now, let it rest.
(snapping fingers)
Jim there's something I...
(shushing)
You too.
Quiet.
We'll figure this all out later.
(eerie music)
(suspenseful music)