Eaten Alive! (Mangiati vivi!)

Come here, kids. Come here.

Hey you, Stop!

Stop!

- This is Miss Morris, Lieutenant. - Good morning. Please, take a seat.

I'd like to introduce you to Inspector Logan from the F.B.l.

Sheila Morris.

We're lucky that you left Alabama's sunshine.

Thanks for coming right away. That's what I call a sense of duty.

Did something happen to Diana? I didn't fully understand what they were saying on the telephone.

Sorry. How long has it been since you've heard from your sister?

About six months. But why? Did something happen to her?

I don't think so. Nothing definite. Where is she now?

Six months ago she was here in New York. She was doing sculpture in Greenwich.

She called me once in a while and she seemed very happy.

After that she disappeared, but I didn't worry too much.

It wasn't the first time she'd done that.

Sheila, some strange things happened in New York and elsewhere last week.

Three murders, three men killed by darts soaked with cobra poison.

- Cobra poison? - Exactly.

And all three were killed by the same man, an Asian. He was Birmanian, or maybe Malaysian.

But we can't bother him with questions because he was hit by a truck. He had no identification.

Strange, don't you think? We know absolutely nothing about him except that he's Asian.

We're pretty much in the dark.

Okay, but I don't understand the connection to Diana.

Look. We found this in the killer's pocket.

What is it?

An 8mm color film. Diana Morris, 14 East Street, is written on the box.

The landlady there told us some interesting things.

Apparently, your sister was involved in a questionable group.

Have you heard of a certain Jonas?

No. Who is he?

A crazy man, probably a drug addict.

He was preaching in Greenwich about returning to nature leading to the salvation

of the soul, and other nonsense.

Now he has a group of naive ecologists in the palm of his hands.

- And you think that Diana was... - Yes.

We think she's one of his followers.

It seems they all left together.

But... where?

That's what we'd like to know.

Listen Sheila, your sister, wherever she is, is somehow involved in these three murders.

She hasn't written to you in all these months?

We haven't been close lately.

We almost never saw each other.

We have to find her. The F.B.l. is already involved.

Meanwhile, you should watch that film. We've already seen it.

It's very interesting, believe me.

That's my sister Diana.

Can you tell where this is?

Judging by the Buddha, somewhere in Southeast Asia.

What are they doing, Professor Carter?

I don't know.

But it's very strange.

You mean cruel?

Professor, where was this shot? I need to know, that's why I came to you.

This film is the only clue I have to find my sister.

I understand, but I can only form a hypothesis.

That strange night ritual could be a Fakir Gathering in Borneo,

or a ceremony of the Purification Sect in New Guinea.

But I can't say with any certainty.

Sorry, what was that? Purification Sect... What is that exactly?

An ancient indigenous ritual society that uses pain to bring man closer to nature.

A kind of primitive ecological union, let's call it.

A sect that's against the contamination of the environment and it's resources.

In short, they're a group of fanatics.

They refuse to accept current civilization, they feel it's corrupted.

But what relationship could my sister have with these people?

It's said that the sect has followers everywhere, even in the United States.

I find it pretty unlikely, but then again,

Americans usually love anything that's tax free.

Anyway, we'll look into it further.

Hi, Alma.

Do you remember me?

No, but if you're with the police then leave me alone.

I haven't shot up in over three months.

No, no Alma. I'm Professor Carter, you worked for me two years ago at the East Institute.

Don't you remember?

What do you want? Can you just tell me?

Listen, does the name Jonas mean anything to you?

I don't want to hear about that pig. Look. Look what he did to me.

He's crazy, you understand?

All his lies about the Sect of Purification were just bullshit to attract other idiots.

Yes, he hides behind them and makes them his servants. Here's his beautiful religion.

Here's how he purified me.

Where's Jonas now? Do you know?

That big son of bitch took all their money and convinced them

to follow him to a pristine and pure world.

To Merauke, or whatever the hell that place is called in New Guinea.

Mind your own business or I'll break you!

Leave me alone, cockroach! Don't touch me! Leave me alone, you coward!

Just stop it, bitch!

Leave me alone!

We can go, Sheila. We won't waste any more time.

You disgust me!

You're lousy!

Are you Miss Morris?

Yes, I am.

I received a telex from Professor Carter. Welcome to New Guinea.

Hello.

Listen, I don't care that you're American too. Your problem is your problem.

Maybe, but you've got a problem too. Seven years ago you deserted in Vietnam.

As you can see, I know everything. It was an ugly war, I don't blame you.

Listen, why don't you find someone in the consulate to help you instead of me?

I make a lot of money here. That game does really well for me. You saw it yourself.

If one of those bad guys cuts off your arm, what'll you do then?

Send it to the horror museum?

No, no I'll send it to you as a souvenir.

Mark, I'm counting on you. You're the only one who can help me.

Do these mean anything to you?

No, but they were taken in Sakir, a village 400 miles into the jungle.

Have you ever heard of the Sect of Purification?

Listen dear, this part of the world is famous for two things:

religious mania and venereal diseases.

All I know is that those ceremonies are done in Sakir.

Fools that love to be hammered on their feet.

I'm willing to pay you well if you take me to Sakir.

You're crazy. There's yellow fever there, and it's the kingdom of cobras.

You're scared, aren't you?

Certainly. Thanks for the offer though, pleasure was all mine.

Find another idiot and have a good trip.

Hey, where are you going?

Wait a minute...

I only work for cash.

It's a little different from the dusty Alabama plains, right?

Yes, there's less smog.

And fewer cars. Are you tired?

Tell me...

What's a girl like you doing in a place like that?

Oh, just watching poor black men break their souls at my father's cotton mill.

Very good. What else?

Listening to rock music. You like rock?

No, I like whiskey.

Here we are. This is Sakir.

You owe me 20,000 George.

George who?

George dollars. $20,000.

This is Sakir?

What did you expect? Rockefeller Center?

Where are the natives?

Look!

It's just like the picture.

Down!

You see, that was useful in Vietnam.

Stand up!

Stand up and put your hands up!

Hurry!

What do you want?

Listen pal, if you don't lower the gun, it'll be difficult to talk to you.

We're searching for my sister, Diana Morris.

We know she's been here.

No, no white people have been here, except two Norwegian guys a month ago

that ripped off a set of precious stones.

But this time I'm doing the ripping. Come here!

And no jokes, you understand?

Sure, I understand.

And you be careful, when old Reeves gets fed up he gets dangerous.

The watch!

Go inside!

That watch belonged to my sister, I'm sure.

Okay, sure. The watch confirms she was here, obviously.

You know, I don't like the story with this old man, I don't like it at all.

That man seems like a criminal. Mark, I'm scared.

I know what you're thinking but it doesn't necessarily mean that...

That they killed her? Is that what you're trying to say?

Is your sister rich?

Three years ago, after the death of our father, we inherited his cotton mill.

I was depressed and Diana took over the administration of the company.

She was in charge of everything.

She was sending me a check regularly until six months ago. Then she suddenly disappeared.

There's obviously something wrong here.

I don't expect you to get involved in this out of pity.

Look, I'll give you $80,000 if you help me find Diana again.

- $80,000 more? - Yes.

Dead or alive?

Dead or alive.

Curiosity killed the cat.

Be quiet! Get up quickly! Fast! Come on, move!

You know Reeves, I get dangerous too. And now tell us, where's Diana Morris? Where is she?

I swear I don't know anything.

Tell us or I'll break you in two, asshole! Where is she?

No, stop! Stop!

Diana Morris is alive. Yes, alive.

Where?

She went with the others a long time ago.

Jonas decided to build the Village of Purification in the jungle,

along the river in a place where no white people would find it.

Why'd you stay here?

I was sick. I wouldn't have made it.

The jungle beyond Sakir is dangerous, very dangerous.

No one has ever come out of there alive.

Listen, I'll make you a good deal.

I'll give you one dollar and in return you give me a canoe, two guides and supplies for a week.

And this of course. Agreed? Take it.

And don't try to fool me, or when I come back I'll unload this gun in your head.

Got it? Bravo! OK? Good.

It's the survival of the fittest. Don't be sad, Sheila, unfortunately we'll see worse.

Don't get scared.

- Do you want a sip of whiskey? - No, thank you.

You're always reserved, huh? You treat me like a stranger, but we have a long journey to make together.

Yes, and is this where you want to go?