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HOST: T o night's stars.

Susan Strasberg,

A I ejandr o Rey,

and Barry Atwater.

Good evening.

The paintings you see on display are designed to lift you from the ordinary.

They're collected from all over the world

and brought here by train, jet and hearse.

Carefully crated and packed with a protective covering.

And often with their native earth.

We call your attention to this gentle facial study

with the one visible intriguing eye and the windblown hair.

And to those of you whose visual acuity is perhaps better than most,

you'll note the skulls that that one eye is contemplating.

This painting is called D oll o f Death.

And it tells a story that takes place in the West Indies,

where the ancient art of voodoo is still practiced and celebrated.

Now if you don't believe in voodoo,

you can take this with a grain of salt.

On the other hand,

if you find yourself dancing to that distant drummer,

and the drum seems to beckon,

check for missing pins and brand new dolls.

This, ladies and gentlemen, is the Night Ga Il ery.

STRANG: Where're you off to, Brandon? Bimini?

Oh, no, London.

I'm giving this child-bride of mine a taste of civilization.

Pollution, bad cooking and Harold Pinter.

(ALL LAUGHING)

Are you marrying her, Brandon, or transplanting her?

Now look here, my dear fellow,

would nature have provided us with wild creatures

if they weren't meant to be tamed?

I give you the untamable Sheila Trent!

(SIGHS)

(KNOCK AT THE DOOR)

Yes!

(DOOR SHUTS)

ANDREW: Mr. Brandon sent these.

Do you like this, Andrew?

Mr. Brandon's ring.

What's his is mine or it will be soon enough.

(GRUNTS) Do I have to wear this?

It looks like a musty old curtain!

Mr. Brandon's order.

Mr. Brandon's orders.

If Mr. Brandon wanted me in white,

I could've dazzled them with my naked body

and a garland of pale roses. (SNIFFS)

Mmm.

What are you looking so disapproving about?

I will not drink champagne! It's for battleships

or people who promise to be happy but never can be.

(PIGS SNORTING)

Andrew, what is it?

It's a bad sign, Miss Sheila.

That old brood sow and her six pigs?

If you see the Dread Sow under a Melaleuca tree,

it means evil will come to anyone who crosses its path.

Dread Sow and Melaleuca tree.

And who's going to cross its path? Alec?

Do you know that they say

that he's rich enough to buy off the Devil himself?

MAN: What do you mean I can't come in?

An invitation? I invite myself.

What do you want here, Raphael?

You know you weren't invited and you know why.

Oh, now, Colonel.

You're not gonna begrudge an old batboy a drink to the bride's happiness.

If you're here to make trouble... Trouble?

With all this gentry present and accounted for?

Easy, Brandon, easy and smile.

You'll spoil the wedding picture.

I can't help it. I'm beautiful!

Can you tell me that Alec Brandon won't be driven mad with lust for me?

The Dread Sow who crossed his path!

When did you get back?

Does it matter?

I'm here.

How much did you bet this time?

Or can't you remember in your disgusting state!

Oh, look at you! You're filthy!

Your clothes are filthy, your hands are filthy, everything about you!

I didn't come here as a wedding guest.

Just to claim what's mine!

Yours?

Why? Because we made...

Yeah, say it.

Because we made love in your father's stable like a pair of...

Do you think that this ceremony can keep us apart?

You can marry him, you can go to his bed.

(GLASSES SHATTER)

But I would not... It would be my arms holding you,

my breath next to yours.

Look at this!

Just a piece of cloth, that's all it is.

It's true, Alec.

I should have known he'd come back for me.

Why, Sheila?

Because I belong to him.

Because we were pledged to each other from the minute we drew breath.

No, that's wrong!

I know.

But when is love kind or even real?

BRANDON: Well, what are you all staring at?

I promised you a celebration!

Drink up!

To lovers!

To their thirst, to their appetite

and to their grace!

Andrew?

Has he got it?

Oh, yes, of course.

SHEILA: Did you get it?

I got it.

(LAUGHS) Yes, let her rip. It's ready.

Ah, start.

(RAPHAEL SIGHS)

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

Come on, let her rip!

I'm letting her rip.

(SIGHING)

Don't hit it!

Sweetheart, you can't hit!

I wouldn't do anything for you either if you hit me.

You have to treat her more gently, with a little respect.

Yeah.

Yeah. Talk to her. (LAUGHS)

Come on, sweetheart. Oh, yes...

Yes, come on. Come on, you can do it. Right now.

Just do it. Gentle.

(ENGINE STARTS)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SIGHS) I'm ready for anything.

(SHEILA SIGHS)

Nice fishermen and tourists with lots and lots of money!

Say what? Money, money, money!

Hey, just a moment. This is my chair.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

(SCREAMS)

Okay.

You are the best skipper in all these islands.

(SIGHS)

I know that. (CHUCKLES)

Hmm, what? Hmm?

We haven't even named it yet.

We'll do it now, okay? Okay.

Ta dum!

(SCREAMS IN PAIN)

Sweetheart? Oh! Sweetheart?

Baby, what's the matter?

Tell me what's the matter!

Raphael?

(DOORBELL RINGING)

Hello, Strang.

Filthy night out. I could do with a brandy.

I'm sorry, I've, uh... I've run dry.

Seems that Andrew's developed an interest in imported spirits.

Taken to the bottle, has he?

You look as though you may have been keeping him company.

Oh, do I? Yes.

A bit of concern about you in the village.

Typical venomous gossip.

I'm sure they must think me quite the fool.

On the contrary! If anyone looks the fool, it's Sheila Trent.

You might tell them, Doctor, that I'm alive and well

and enjoying my usual debauched celibacy.

(TELEPHONE RINGING)

Brandon here.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that, Sheila.

Hmm?

Yes, he is. I'll put him on.

It's Sheila. It seems that the infirmary told her that you'd be here.

She sounds quite frightened.

Dr. Strang here. What seems to be the matter?

I see.

Any nausea or fever?

Sheila, I must ask you to calm down.

You're not being very coherent.

Yes, of course, I'll come.

Where are you?

Very well, I'll leave at once.

Raphael's had some kind of attack.

Oh, did she say what it was?

The woman's hysterical.

She claims he's being murdered.

Murdered?

Yes, and what is rather odd,

she contends that you're the culprit.

(BOTH LAUGH)

(WIND BLOWING)

Dr. Strang!

Oh, thank God! I didn't think you were gonna come!

DR. STRANG: I'm here as a doctor.

Not to sit in judgment on you nor Raphael.

SHEILA: I know what Alec must feel,

but he has no right to do this to us!

RAPHAEL: Ah, the good Dr. Strang!

I'm sorry to drag you away

from the club on a night like this, Doctor.

I hope I didn't interrupt a bridge game.

DR. STRANG: How are you feeling? (RAPHAEL LAUGHS)

(SIGHS) Nothing wrong with me that a drink cannot cure.

Sheila, would you be a love

and prepare a cup of strong tea for the doctor

while he pokes at me?

Doctor...

Whatever is wrong with me, please, don't tell her.

I know what you think of me,

but I don't want her to be upset.

(EXHALES) Very well.

SHEILA: You didn't find anything wrong, did you?

No, apart from a slightly abnormal pulse rate, he's perfectly sound.

I've given him a dose of morphine.

He should sleep soundly through the night.

Two hours ago, he was lying on the deck

writhing in pain like a wounded animal.

It was as if he was being gripped

by a pair of powerful hands

that were trying to squeeze the life out of him.

I saw the mark of those hands.

And it was Alec's.

I'm afraid, as a physician I can't share your bizarre diagnosis.

Alec is trying to kill him!

I've known Brandon since he came to this island.

No matter how deeply injured he may be feeling

after your treatment of him,

I find it contemptible hearing him accused of this kind of revenge.

Please, listen to me, Doctor! Please!

(STRONG WIND BLOWING)

Listen to what I have to say, please!

The night before we were to be married,

Alec took me to see one of those Obeah priests.

He wanted me to go through one of those voodoo rites.

You're suggesting that Brandon,

a man of breeding and culture,

has steeped himself in this black art

in order to destroy Raphael?

Yes!

I'm no moralist,

but my guess is that Raphael's been seized

by a strong dose of Christian retribution.

Call it guilt, if you like.

What do we have to be guilty of? Loving each other?

You made a mockery of the marriage sacrament.

You humiliated Brandon and disregarded every canon of decency

in order to flaunt what you call your love.

Your morality is as bigoted as your medicine.

And neither of them can help Raphael.

Goodnight, Doctor.

Goodnight.

RAPHAEL: Sheila!

It's all over, Sheila. (CRYING)

Even before it began.

We have too much to live for

and you've got too many things to do!

Alec would not let us.

Oh! And I wouldn't either

(CHUCKLES) if I were him.

I want to give you what he can.

But I don't want that. Did I ever ask for that?

I wanted to show you...

Show them.

Oh, you showed them, sweetheart.

This wretched boat.

Scaling fish for tips, and a piece of the catch!

I would rather scale fish next to you

than do anything else in this whole world.

Close your eyes. Go to sleep.

(SHUSHING)

(EXHALES)

(WHISPERING) Sleep, my love.

(CONTINUES SHUSHING)

(STRONG WIND BLOWING)

(DOOR RATTLING)

(GASPS)

Sheila!

Sheila!

Sheila!

Sheila!

(STRONG WIND CONTINUES)

Andrew?

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Andrew!

Andrew!

Andrew!

(GRUNTS)

What's the matter?

Mr. Brandon... Poison...

I tried to stop him with the ring...

But too late.

The spell was cast

when your man crossed the path

of the Dread Sow.

Andrew, what ring?

Belongs... Mr. Brandon.

Find juju doll... Maybe...

Andrew? Andrew?

(DOOR OPENS)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

(DOOR RATTLING)

You dared to challenge the power of the Obi, Andrew.

You're in the house, Sheila.

I can feel your presence.

SHEILA: I've come home, Alec.

BRANDON: If it's the doll you're after, I have it here.

Or did you come to plead for Raphael's life?

SHEILA: No.

I've come to help you destroy him.

What?

The love of your life?

The Raphael you belonged to "The day you drew breath"?

If you only knew how much I loathed him now!

And have grown to love me.

And now you've come home to share the comfort

of an old man's dying fire.

No.

To try and erase the memory of my shame.

He never loved me!

He just wanted me to show you

that you couldn't take me from him.

Oh, Alec!

Alec, why didn't you stop me when you had the chance?

Is this why you called Dr. Strang?

(SIGHS)

I knew that he would never believe that you had this power.

Oh, Alec!

Did you really expect him to understand

anything besides those pills and potions

that he carries in that little black bag of his?

Like the exquisite purity of vengeance.

Yes!

It's come full circle, Sheila.

We're alone now.

Andrew is dead by my hand

because he thought he could interfere

with the power of the Obi.

I have often dreamed this, Sheila.

Raphael rotting on some deserted beach,

and you beside me,

listening to the crackle of the fire,

mistaking that simple pleasure for his footsteps.

(GASPS)

Do you think me a fool?

Do you think I can't see through this pose of contempt?

Come here, Sheila.

Be witness to the cult of Isis.

The blood brotherhood that reunites lovers in death.

A few strands of Raphael's hair I pilfered from his brush.

Some nail parings.

A swatch of linen from a castaway pair of trousers.

And a Houngan's curse.

Primitive, but equal to the task.

What if it were your hair?

Your nail parings?

If it were anything of mine at all, I'm afraid I should be very much distressed.

Take him, Sheila!

I grant you one last embrace.

The only one your lover shall know before his eternal sleep.

Can you hear the Jumbie drum calling to the juju?

Now, Sheila.

Now is the time.

Alec, no.

Please, for your own sake, don't do this thing!

Give it to me! Alec.

Give it to me!

It is for my sake that I do it!

(SCREAMS IN PAIN)

(RAPHAEL LAUGHING)

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