Eaten Alive! (Mangiati vivi!)

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What the hell?

What did you do to--

You okay, mister?

He shot him! Hey you!

Hold it!

Stop!

Morris to see you, Lieutenant Creal.

Well, thank you.

Good morning.

Will you take a seat, please?

Hi there.

This is Inspector Logan, with the FBI.

Hello, how are you?

Ms. Morris, from sunny Alabama.

Thank you for coming right away.

That's what I call cooperation.

Something happened to Diana?

I didn't quite get it straight on the phone.

Well, when was the last time you had news of your sister?

Well, about six months ago, why?

Did something happen?

No, not really.

Nothing definite.

Where is she now?

Six months ago, she was here in New York.

She was into sculpture, down in The Village.

She called me up a few times, sounded all right.

Then she just disappeared.

I didn't actually worry about that,

'cause I was used to Diana acting wild.

Well, Sheila, urn, some pretty strange things

have been happening here in New York

and upstate as well this past week.

Three homicides.

Three men killed with tiny darts dipped in cobra venom.

Cobra venom?

Yes, all three were killed by the same man,

probably an Asian, or a Malay.

But it's hard to tell because he was killed by a truck

here on 49th Street.

No ID on him.

It's weird, huh?

We know absolutely nothing about him, except that he's dead.

Very, very spooky.

Yeah, but I don‘t see what any of this

has to do with Diana?

We found this in the murderer's pocket.

What is it?

It's an eight millimeter color film.

Diana Morris, 14 A West Street, printed on the box.

Her landlady told us some interesting stories.

Seems your sister got mixed up with a group of crazies.

Did you ever hear of a guy called Jonas?

No, who is he?

A first class nut.

A dope addict, probably.

He used to preach down in The Village,

how mankind should go back to nature.

Birds and the bees.

You know, save your soul with nature bit.

Anyway, he got a group of these ecology freaks together

who kind of worshiped him.

You mean to say Diana was--

Yes.

I'm afraid she was one of them.

Then they all suddenly disappeared some place.

But where?

Hmm, $64 question.

Look, Sheila, wherever your sister is,

she's mixed up in this business.

Are you sure she didn't write to you or anything?

No, like I said, she made herself pretty scarce.

We never saw each other.

Well, we've got to trace her.

I've already notified Interpol.

You take a look at that film clip, meanwhile.

We've already checked it out.

It's...

It's pretty damning, to me.

That's Diana, all right.

You have any idea where this was shot?

Those overscale Buddhas are typical of the far east.

What are those, Professor Carter?

How odd.

How very odd.

You mean insane.

Where was this shot, Professor?

I have to know.

That's the reason why I asked for your help.

Unfortunately, this film is the only thing I have

to trace my sister.

I understand.

Well, the best I can offer you is still only a hypothesis.

That ritual we just saw

could be a Fakeer gathering in Borneo,

or a ceremony of the Purification Sect of New Guinea.

And if it's neither one of those two, I'm afraid I'm lost.

Borneo, New Guinea.

Purification Sect?

But what is that, exactly?

An ancient ritual society...

That uses pain...

To reunite man with nature.

A sort of primitive ecological union, or reunion.

They're against the contamination of land and resources.

Very, very fanatical in their beliefs.

in the Western sense of the word.

How can my sister possibly be involved in a--

Oh, supposedly they have members all over the world,

even in these United States.

Personally, I find it pretty unlikely,

but then, Americans will believe in anything

that's tax deductible.

If I were you, I'd look into it.

Hi.

Hi.

I wish I could get the words straight.

Hello, Alma.

Remember me?

No.

But if you're a cop, you can fuck off.

I haven't shot up in three months.

No, no Alma, I'm Dr. Carter.

You worked for me on a project

at the Institute two years ago, don't you remember?

What the hell do you want, huh?

Does the name Jonas ring a bell?

Don't even mention that pig's name.

Look.

Look what he did to me.

He's a lunatic.

Out of his cotton pickin' head.

All that baloney about the Purification Sect

was just a way to turn those idiots into his slaves.

He's gotta hurt people.

He gets high off pain.

His religion, yeah.

He has his religion.

You know, like third degree burns, honey?

Where is Jonas now, do you know?

That goddamn louse ripped off every cent they had,

before dragging them to his utopian,

unpolluted world down in...

Merauke, or whatever the hell that place is called,

in New Guinea.

Come on, shit, get out of here!

You mind your own damn business!

You get the hell out of here, you dumb ape!

And leave me alone!

Come on, shut up, I said get out of here!

Go on, get! We might as well go, Sheila.

That's all she knows.

Ms. Morris?

Ms. Sheila Morris?

Yes, that's me.

I've got a Telex from Professor Carter.

Welcome to New Guinea.

Go!

Look, I don't give a damn if you're an American too.

Your problems are not my problems.

All right, you're in trouble.

Seven years ago, you deserted from Vietnam.

I know all about it, so relax, okay?

It was an ugly war, I don't blame you.

You're so understanding.

Hey look, why don't you take, uh,

take your problem to some white-collar asshole

with a conscience and leave me alone?

Things are going just fine for me at the moment.

I'm makin' lots of dough, more than I need.

And when one of those brutes there lops off your hand

in a fight, what are you gonna do?

Donate it to science?

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

Mark, I'm counting on you.

You're the only one who can help me.

These mean anything to you?

Oh.

No.

All I know is that these were taken in Shakir.

It's a little village about 500 miles in the jungle.

Did you ever hear about a Purification Sect?

Look, lady, this part of the world

is known for two things;

Crazy religions, and the clap.

Those guys hold their meetings over at Shakir.

Something about hammering each other's, uh,

legs into the ground.

I will offer you good money if you take me to Shakir.

You're nuts.

The place has yellow fever, and it's swarming with cobras.

Scared, huh?

Look, I appreciate the offer.

Nice meeting you.