All language subtitles for Zombi Holocaust [1980, BDRemux 1080p] [UK Transfer] [Uncut] by Fanat Argento_track6_[eng]

Today's lesson will
focus on the stomach.

Huh... As I was saying, today
we'll focus on the stomach.

The stomach is the dilated, sac-like
part of the alimentary canal.

It's positioned between the
oesophagus and duodenum.

It's shaped like a curved sac,

with a right-facing concavity
called the lesser curvature.

It also has a curvature
facing the left.

- I bet you stole that hand.
- Cut it out, come on.

An eager beaver like you probably
took it home to practice.

You need quite a sense of humour
to laugh in an anatomy lab.

Maybe none at all, actually, which
I believe applies to your case.

Today's lesson is
over, you can go.

- We're sorry.
- Good day, Professor.

Blast it, you and
your stupid jokes...

A most disturbing
occurrence, Professor.

And it's already the second
time this has happened.

A maniac on the loose in
this very hospital, perhaps.

- You should report it to the police.
- No, I know what they'd do.

If we get them involved they won't even
leave us alone in the operating theatre.

I don't know what to make
of this, to be honest.

I mean, it's something that would
make sense in a savage environment.

In the Middle Ages, even, but it's
out of place in today's New York.

Do you really believe humanity has become
so different than it was then, Professor?

Maybe not.

This is the anthropological research you
tasked me with, Professor Stafford.

I apologise that it took me a
while, it's far from perfect...

but I haven't been in
the best of moods lately.

- Not feeling well, Lori?
- No, it's not that, Professor.

Don't worry, Lori. I'm sure
your research is fine.

As usual, of course.

So, what did you
want to tell me?

- Go ahead.
- Odd things have been happening recently.

A number of pieces from the cadavers we use
for anatomical practice have disappeared.

It was probably a student who does
a lot of individual studying.

- It could be.
- It's nothing to get worried about.

You can drop me at the
next corner, Professor.

I'm going to have lunch at a restaurant,
thanks so much for the ride.

At your service, Lori.

- Here?
- Yes.

But... That's a
vegetarian restaurant.

I had no idea you became one.

I don't come here often, but you know
how it is after an anatomy lesson.

Goodbye, Professor. Don't
hesitate to call if you need me.

You know anthropology
is my greatest passion.

- Goodbye, Lori.
- Bye!

He had just died.

I went to call the doctor on duty, and
then, not even ten minutes later...

They've removed his heart.

We're dealing with a
very dangerous lunatic.

- Don't mention this incident to anyone.
- Yes, Professor.

- Hello.
- What are you doing here? Who are you?

Susan Kelly, New York Express.
May I come in?

- Sorry, but I'm on my way out.
- I'll only bother you for a minute.

Why don't you get straight
to the point, Miss?

I'm just looking for
some clarifications,

a few details on the mysterious
occurrences at your hospital.

- Cases of cannibalism, I heard.
- Who told you such nonsense?

Let's say I have a good nose for
stories, rather than good ears.

Your nose has let you down,
there's no mystery to solve.

- But you don't want to talk about it.
- Listen, I'm in a hurry.

- I'm on duty at the hospital.
- At this hour?

- You find it strange?
- Yes, you're never on duty at this hour.

- I've done my research.
- I'm covering for a sick colleague.

Why do you own so
much exotic stuff?

I have a degree in anthropology,
aside from the medical one.

- What's that?
- A sacrificial weapon, satisfied?

And now, if you'll excuse me...

Stop!

Turan!

Quick, get him!

It can't be...

Turan.

- Who would have thought...
- Let's call the police.

What happened?!

Turan!

Turan! Why?

Turan... Turan...

Kito ordered it.

He only uttered those few words.

"Kito ordered it."

Nothing more, Mr. Chandler.

It doesn't help us much to
shed light on what happened.

"Kito" doesn't mean
anything to me.

But it does to me.

It was an ancient word commonly used
among some Southeast Asian populations.

What does it mean?

"Divine Island" or
something like that.

Wasn't this "Kito" word also used
in the Moluccan archipelago?

Correct.

We've managed to ascertain that the
orderly originated from there.

Therefore, one of the Moluccan Islands
may have something to do with this.

It could be.

I imagine you know a great
deal more about these people.

Enough.

I'm afraid I'll have to temporarily
borrow your assistant, Professor Drydock.

Not a chance, Mr. Chandler.

Allow me to show you something.

I have a question for
you, Miss Ridgeway.

Did they practice cannibalism
in the Moluccan Islands?

All primitive populations
practiced it, with no exceptions.

It's very possible that the orderly
was an anthropophagus. A cannibal.

Similar cases have also been
reported in other cities.

That's why we at the Department
of Health have to handle this.

- Play the slides, George.
- Right away.

Until now we've been able to
keep these events secret.

This is the documentation we have on
some recent episodes of cannibalism.

Not a pleasant sight, indeed.

- This is the latest one.
- Stop!

Can you enlarge it?

That's the only anthropophagus
we've been able to capture.

Somebody caught him eating the heart of
a woman who'd died in a car accident.

It's unbelievable...

We didn't have the chance to
question him, unfortunately.

His reaction was so violent that the
police were forced to kill him.

- His features look Asian as well.
- Yes, that's right.

And now I'm convinced he also
came from the Moluccan Islands.

There's a link between the hospital
orderly and this other man.

Did you see the tattoo on their chest?
It's the same.

It's the symbol of a sect in the
Moluccan Islands, as far as I know.

Professor Stafford
might know more.

- Can you get us an appointment tomorrow?
- Certainly.

Yes, Dr. Ridgeway interpreted
the word "Kito" correctly.

But there's one detail
I'd like to stress.

It's also the name of the island where
their god, Kito, supposedly lived.

- Wait a second.
- You're right.

Look at this. It's the
symbol of the Kito sect.

- Did they offer sacrifices to this god?
- Yes, unfortunately. Human sacrifices.

Thank you, Professor.

- See you soon, goodbye.
- My pleasure.

- You've been very kind, Professor.
- It's nothing.

The professor was
quite exhaustive.

Of course, Professor Stafford is the
leading anthropologist in the States.

And now that he's
stated his opinion,

the rest is up to you guys.

- You're abandoning us, it seems.
- I never considered the opposite.

- Lori, what's wrong?
- There's someone here, I heard them.

Nothing. If there was anyone
here, they've already left.

Anything missing?

Yes, the dagger with the symbol of
Kito that was hanging on the wall.

- Do you want to tell the police?
- No, it would be useless.

I came to pick you up, we're
having a meeting in my office.

A very important one at that,
I'd like you to join us.

All right.

Feeling better?

It's a bit of a traumatising
experience, I know,

but finding a burglar in your home is
becoming more and more common nowadays.

I don't think it was a burglar. I'm afraid
it's something else, unfortunately.

Something I can't figure out but
that frightens me greatly, Peter.

I've got just the thing for you.

You must leave New
York for a while,

and in a few minutes I'll introduce
you to our travel companions.

Our travel companions?
What travel?

Thanks to the information
you helped us gather,

we're organising an expedition
to the Moluccan Islands.

We've found out that the natives
call one of the islands Kito.

We'll be helped by Doctor O'Brien, who has
been living on a nearby island for years.

Naturally, we'll keep him in the dark
about the true nature of the expedition.

It would be quite useful
if you could join us.

As an anthropologist, I mean.

I've already asked Professor Drydock
and he agreed to my request.

It's not about that, I'm familiar
with the Moluccan Islands.

I lived there for a
few years as a child,

and it was the best
time of my life.

I'm afraid seeing how they've
become would upset me.

Yes, I understand, but you can't spend
your life preserving past memories.

- Hello, Peter.
- Hi.

- There's George and Susan.
- What's that girl doing here?

She's George's girlfriend.

- Would you like a drink?
- Gladly.

She's a rather
enterprising young thing.

I bet she is telling you what
a rude and nosy girl I am.

Perhaps.

In that case, feel free to add
that I'm an ambitious upstart.

I'd sell my soul to the
devil for a scoop.

Who knows, this might be
a good chance for you.

Let's hope so.

How long has Doctor O'Brien
been living on this island?

I don't know exactly.
Five or six years.

We're here at last, the heat and
the journey have worn me out.

You see what a journalist
has to put up with?

Cut it out, everyone knows
the best travel articles...

are all written at
home, next to a fireplace.

Only when you're
rich and famous.

And I have every intention of becoming
rich and famous, as a matter of fact.

I'll succeed, mark my words.

- I really hope you will.
- Thanks.

We should be near
O'Brien's house by now.

How come a famous surgeon like
him moved to this archipelago?

To treat the natives. He's a
disciple of Doctor Schweitzer.

- Hello, Dr. O'Brien.
- Hello.

Great to see you again, Dr.
Chandler.

The last time we met was at a congress
in Los Angeles, if I'm not mistaken.

Correct. Allow me to introduce
my travelling companions.

- This is Lori Ridgeway, our anthropologist.
- Pleased to meet you. - Likewise.

- Susan Kelly, she'll be keeping a diary
of the expedition. - Hi. - Hello.

- And this is my assistant, George Happer.
- Pleased. - Doctor.

Very well. Come inside, please.

- All right.
- With pleasure.

We thought of you in order to
have some on-site support.

- I hope we're not intruding.
- Not at all, Dr. Chandler.

- Something to drink?
- Thank you.

As a matter of fact, Doctor, I'm
rather glad I can help you.

Life is quite monotonous here, you know.
Too much, I'd say.

Oh, I almost forgot to tell you.

I've hired some native porters
and a guide for your expedition.

Moloto!

Moloto, meet Doctor Chandler.

- Pleased to meet you.
- Likewise.

Moloto knows the
archipelago inside out.

We've been working together for years.
You can trust him completely.

I'm sure we'll get
along very well.

We'll stay in radio contact for
anything you may need, obviously.

In that case, I'd like to
leave in the morning at dawn.

Everything's ready.

Excuse me, but I'm very tired
and I'd like to go to bed.

Of course, I know what a
long journey you had.

- Show the lady to her room.
- Thanks.

- This way.
- Good night.

- See you tomorrow.
- Good night, Lori.

It won't be a pleasant
journey, that's for sure.

Is the island of Kito very far?

It's on the opposite
side of the archipelago.

The penultimate island before
reaching the open sea.

The natives are quite primitive.
Very interesting subjects, really.

If I understand correctly you intend
to study their habits and customs.

- That's right, Doctor.
- I don't share your enthusiasm, Chandler.

They're cruel, superstitious people, and
opposed to any form of civilisation.

Sometimes I'm tempted to
leave all this behind,

instead of spending my
life treating them.

I think you could
use a nice holiday.

We'll take you with us to
New York when we return.

Who knows...

What happened?

Peter, look! It's horrible!
It's their symbol!

It's the symbol of Kito.

Calm down, Miss Ridgeway.

If they really wanted to harm you,
they would have just done it already.

- Careful, don't slip.
- My bag.

- Come on, Doctor, time to go.
- Thanks.

I mean it, I've never experienced
anything like this before.

That's for sure!

Hey, Peter.

- Is that the island?
- Yeah, I think so.

Moloto?

Keep the boat steady.

Comin', Doctor. I'm coming.

How long will it
take to reach Kito?

- Well, about an hour.
- Maybe a bit longer.

- We're facing some engine troubles.
- What sort of troubles?

Cooling issues, we'd better
turn it off for a while.

It's getting dark, we can't risk spending
the night on a boat with a faulty engine.

Yeah, that'd spell trouble.

Can we make it to
that other island?

Yeah, I hope so, considering
it's much closer.

Good. We'll spend the night there and carry
on with our journey in the morning, okay?

All right.

- I'd like some of that, please.
- Yeah.

- Thanks.
- You're welcome.

Wanna try a little?

Thanks.

Why the rifles?

- Consider them a precaution.
- An excessive one at that.

We're only dealing with some
corpse-eaters, after all.

And we're all very much
alive, as a matter of fact.

We have nothing to worry about
as long as we stay that way!

We'll have to organise
guard duties for tonight.

- Take care of it, George.
- All right.

Me and Moloto will take
the first shift, okay?

Mikani wandered off for a
moment and never returned.

- What now? Shall we look for him?
- No, it's too dangerous at night.

He'll come back sooner
or later, trust me.

And we'll look for him in
the morning if he doesn't.

- Don't worry, he'll come back.
- Mikani!

Mikani!

- What are you going to do?
- Mikani hasn't come back.

So the three of us are
going to look for him.

We'll be gone half
an hour at most.

In the meantime no one
must leave the camp.

I won't tolerate any
rash decisions.

- Are you ready, George?
- Ready.

Come on, let's move.

We'd better split up. We'll go in
three different directions, okay?

All right.

- Wait for me, guys!
- Susan!

- Peter!
- I told you to stay at the camp.

- I'm a journalist, nobody can stop me!
- All right, all right.

Mikani!

Mikani!

Mikani!

Mikani!

Mikani!

- No!
- What happened?!

This wouldn't have happened if he'd
stayed at the camp as instructed.

- But, Susan...
- What?

You're snapping pictures of a human
being who died a horrible death.

- You're talking like I killed him!
- That's not what I meant.

Why can't you understand I'm
just doing my job, George?

This is what I came for, not for
taking a stroll in the woods.

- You'll publish them when we return?
- You guessed it.

What title are you gonna use? "Love
your neighbour like yourself"?

- Mister George?
- Yeah?

The porters are scared.

- Yes, I want to go home.
- Stick with us and you'll be safe.

Now bury your friend.

Peter...

Hurry up, we'll leave this island
as soon as you've finished.

- And to go where, Moloto?
- To Kito.

But this is Kito,
isn't that right?

- You're mistaken, Mr. Chandler.
- No, you're the one who got it wrong.

If it wasn't for the engine breaking down
you'd have taken us to another island.

Perhaps I... I got confused.

These islands all look the same.

It's hard to tell them apart.

If our sources are correct, the village
should be at the end of the path.

It might be better to circle the place and
approach it from a different direction.

- Did you see that?
- Yes, a native.

What do you think
they'll do, Chandler?

Dammit...

- What did they say?
- They're scared, they want to go back.

- The natives are getting closer,
more and more of them. - No, wait.

They may not want to attack us.

Yeah, but we'd better
not take any chances.

What's that fool doing?!

Let's return to the camp, we'll have a
better chance of defending ourselves there.

Come on, let's get moving.

Chin up and bury these bodies.

Hello? Hello?

Hello? Hello? Yes?

Mr. Chandler! Mr. Chandler!

- I've reached Doctor O'Brien!
- Finally!

Doctor O'Brien? This
is Peter Chandler.

Now listen carefully, we've
been attacked by cannibals.

We managed to kill two of them
but we've lost two porters.

Come again?

Our position?

We're two miles southeast
from where we landed.

North west?

Three miles?

A white building in a clearing?

Yeah, yeah, I got
everything you said.

Tomorrow morning.

All right. I hope we'll be
able to defend ourselves.

Yes, do it as soon as you can.
See you there, Doctor.

He'll gather some men and
come help us tomorrow.

We have to get to an abandoned
mission three miles from here.

We'll attempt it tomorrow.

We'll have to organise
guard duties for tonight.

We'll all be on the lookout.

I'm afraid no one will be
able to sleep tonight.

Mr. Chandler, we're over here!

We found him like this.

Mr. Chandler, help!

Help me!

Mr. Chandler, help!

- Where were you when they attacked?
- There are lots of bushes, Mr. Chandler!

It's impossible to see them. I
was on the alert, just like you!

- You rotten bastard...
- Peter, knock it off!

It's pitch black out here, it
could have happened to any of us.

I'm sorry.

- Are we sure this is the right direction?
- Yes, I think so.

Come on, let's move.

What is it?

There's something strange.

Hey, look! Over there!

No!

Susan!

Susan!

No! No!

- Susan!
- Help!

No! No!

No! No!

Help me! No!

Help me! George!

Let go of me!

- Help!
- Susan!

Damn you!

Bastards! Take
your hands off me!

You dirty sons of...

- And Susan?
- They've taken her.

I hope she won't
meet the same fate.

Come on, let's go.

- Lori.
- Yes?

We made it, Peter!

I wonder who those
monstrous beings were.

I have no idea, but the natives
were terrified of them.

That's what saved
us, thankfully!

Let's go.

Doctor O'Brien!

- Doctor... - We made it.
- Calm down.

- You're safe here.
- Yes, but we were wiped out.

It's a miracle
we're still alive.

You're out of danger now. My men have
been patrolling the area for hours.

Lori, Lori, it's all over.

Go get them some food.

- What happened to Susan and George?
- It was horrible!

They devoured George
right in front of us!

Yes, and then they
took Susan away.

There was nothing we could do.

We had to defend ourselves.

- She's doomed, I'm afraid.
- It can't be! We've got to do something!

I'm sorry.

You must take her away at once, Dr.
Chandler. Her nerves are shot.

There's nothing more you
can do here, sadly.

And then this island'|| become nothing
more than a horrible, nightmarish memory.

Yes, a nightmare which you must
try to forget at all cost.

- Follow my advice, Doctor.
- Yes, but it's not like we can swim away.

You'll find an inflatable raft a
couple of miles down the beach.

Take it and get
back to your boat.

- But...
- I saw it on the way here.

I'll join you tomorrow morning.

You'll go with them, Moloto.

What are you going to do?

I'll join you tomorrow
once I've gathered my men.

There's no need for you to come.
Stay with Doctor O'Brien.

- You'll need his help.
- I'm an experienced sailor, no worries.

Besides, I'm sure you'll need
his help here more than we do.

See you tomorrow, Doctor.
Be careful, all of you.

What is it, Peter?

- Something's wrong.
- What do you mean?

There's the inflatable raft,
just like O'Brien said.

Come on, let's go.

Peter.

How did O'Brien
know where we were?

When we spoke on the radio, I didn't
tell him we were on a different island.

Yet he didn't hesitate for a second to
instruct me to reach the old mission.

Mentioning our encounter with the cannibals
was enough to tell him where we were.

This island is hiding
a few secrets.

And it's something even more
frightening than those cannibals.

O'Brien did everything he could
to keep us away from here.

First he tried to send us to the
wrong island, with Moloto's help.

Then he used every reason he could
come up with to persuade us to leave.

Do you think his secret is linked to those
monstrous beings that, in a way, saved us?

Yes. Yes, it's possible.

- What are you going to do?
- Find out what's happening on Kito.

That's madness! It's a
miracle we're still alive!

Wouldn't it be better to
return with another expedition?

No, it would give O'Brien
time to clear everything up.

Don't worry, everything
will be fine.

You will wait for me offshore and
watch my back, ready to pick me up.

I want you to leave at the slightest sign
of danger, without worrying about me.

You can't ask me
to do this, Peter!

Let's see if the motor
works, first of all.

Well, colour me surprised.

Let's try the spare one.

Peter, look out!

O'Brien...

That's Susan!

Susan! Susan!

Now we will proceed with the
resection of the jugular vein,

in order to release the blood
pressure from the cranial cavity.

The extracted blood will be re-injected
once the operation is completed.

No...

No! No!

No, I beg you!

No! No!

I beg you! No!

No! No!

No!

No! No!

No... No!

No...

No!

No!

I've severed your vocal chords,
now you won't bother me anymore.

I'm administering a second injection
to keep the subject conscious.

- You sure you don't want to wait here?
- You seriously think I'll be safer?

Let's go.

- What is it?
- I don't know, I think I saw something.

Maybe it was just a shadow.

Let's go.

I'm the first surgeon in the
world to attempt this operation.

I shall attempt to transplant
the brain of a young woman...

into the body of a man who has
been clinically dead for ten days.

Don't worry, dear girl, you'll carry on
living like the other beings I've created.

Science will be grateful to you.

I did everything I could to
keep you away from Kito.

But your stubbornness
leaves me no other choice.

Very well, Chandler.

This way.

Were you looking for Susan?
Here she is.

You really disappointed me, Dr.
Chandler.

Yours is a typical case
of average intelligence.

Sufficient enough to figure out my secret,
but completely inadequate to understand it.

You're a bloodthirsty
lunatic, O'Brien.

That's a rather
superficial judgement.

The difference between your
science and mine, you see,

is that I don't limit myself to
correcting nature's imperfections.

I improve what nature created!

I'm on the verge of increasing man's
lifespan by hundreds of years!

You see these lifeless bodies?

They'll return to life
when I want them to!

I've been working on this
fantastic project for years.

Until now I've only been
able to use native subjects.

I told them that anyone who would
happily submit to my experiments...

would become a divine
being, and I wasn't lying.

I suppose it's thanks to your claim
that they've returned to cannibalism.

I only induced them to rekindle
their ancient religious rite.

And they're very grateful
for that, I must say.

I always provide them with
fresh meat, after all.

Moloto, prepare the table for Dr.
Chandler!

I'm very eager to
begin the operation.

- Lori, run!
- Don't move!

You did her no favours
by helping her escape.

No! Help!

I'm going to inject you with something that will
help you sleep and restore your strength.

I need my subjects to be in
perfect physical condition.

Tomorrow morning I'll transplant your brain
into one of the cadavers in the other room.

You will die to live again
in a better, younger, body.

You will tell me yourself if
the operation was a success,

and what it feels like to pass from
life to death and from death to life.

You will be sound asleep
in a few minutes.

Sweet dreams.

- Let's get the corpse ready, Moloto.
- Yes, Doctor.

Hold the head still while
I slice the scalp.

Yes.

Careful now.

Like this.

Perfect.

Lift the head up.

Unfortunately, you both won't
be needing these anymore.

I usually give them
to my native friends.

It's a highly appreciated gift,
their women wear them...

and it appears to increase
their sexual activity.

Go get a bottle
of blood, Moloto.

It's your turn now, Dr.
Chandler.

It's time to bid goodbye to
your beautiful, flowing hair.

Alas, science knows no obstacles
and demands certain sacrifices.

However, I'm certain I'll overcome
such obstacles in the future.

Well done.

Get everything ready
for the transfusion.

You refuse to accept the situation, Dr.
Chandler.

Above all, you're ungrateful.

But I'll have your
brain no matter what!

Nobody and nothing could stop me!
Put him on the operating bed!

Quick, capture him!

Get him!

Get him, I said!

Get him, quick!

No!

No! Stop!

- Lori...
- Peter! Peter!

No...

Let's go.

Subtitled by Francesco Massaccesi