King of the Zombies

Hello.

McCarthy calling.

McCarthy calling.

Hello?

Any luck, Mac?

Nah, I can't even scare up a news broadcast.

Where do you think we are?

Search me.

We lost the beam hours ago.

Probably somewhere between Cuba and Puerto Rico.

Is it that bad?

It ain't good.

Uh-oh.

I knowed I wudn't cut out to be no black bird.

If you had those weather gadgets of yours set up,

we wouldn't have gotten into this mess.

Ah, if that new Navy base gets a weather bureau now,

it'll be a miracle.

Uh, Mr. Bill.

Ain't this the spot where Admiral Wainwright's plane

turned up missing last week?

Yeah.

Uh-oh, look out Admiral.

Here we come.

Try to contact 'em again, Mac.

Hello.

McCarthy calling.

Plane C-108 calling.

Why don't somebody answer?

We're lost, do ya hear?

Lost!

Not a murmur.

How's the gas holding out?

That's something else again.

Well, there are plenty of small islands down here.

Better go down and find a spot for landing.

That's what I'll--

Wait a minute.

There's something coming in.

That's a new lingo to me.

I don't understand it.

Think we're near a radio station?

Well the way it's coming in, we must be

right over their transmitter.

Well that's a break.

Well I'm going down and take a look.

Hold on, boys.

There's a clearing ahead, I think I can make it.

Think, did you say think?

Rest in peace.

If that means what I think it means,

they sure don't waste no time around here.

Wait a minute!

Wait a minute!

They can do this yet to me.

Lemme outta here!

Lemme outta here!

Lemme outta here!

Now lemme outta here! -Hey, hey.

What's the matter with you?

Good gracious.

Is that you, Mr. Bill?

Did they have you in a hole too?

What are you talking about?

What do you mean, have me in a hole?

Ain't we dead?

Of course we're not dead.

I thought I was a little off-color to be a ghost.

Oh, there's no such thing as ghosts, Jeff.

There ain't?

Well what's that, then?

That's no ghost, come on.

I cain't.

My foot done took to root.

What are you trying to do, scare us to death?

Hey, you're hurt.

I'm all right.

Just a crack on the noggin.

Where are we?

Search me.

It looks like somebody's marble orchard.

Graveyard?

That's a fine spot for a crack up.

Well, let's look around.

Somebody must live around here.

Come on.

Quiet, will ya.

Whatcha trying to do, wake up the dead?

What's the matter? Did you hear something?

No, sir.

Just my heart trying to jump outta my chest.

That's drums.

Drums?

That's my cue for me to start parading outta here.

Look.

That's a creepy-looking place.

Sure dark.

Suppose anybody lives in there?

In that hainted house?

If they do, they sleep on slabs.

Let's find out.

Not me.

Y'all going in there.

I ain't going in that mausoleum.

I'm gonna stay right here until I change my mind.

A wait a minute.

I done changed my mind.

Ring the bell, Jeff.

Oh, Mr. Bill.

You the one wants to go in there.

You ring the bell.

Sound like a ice cream man.

Nobody here.

Who's that?

Welcome to my humble home.

Thank you.

We were just--

I know.

Your plane crashed in the jungle.

Well, yes.

How did you know?

Very little happens on this island

that I do not know about.

Momba, we have guests.

Prepare the library.

Have these gentlemen's bags brought in.

Well, excuse me, gentlemen.

May I introduce myself.

I'm Doctor Mikhail Sangre, late of Vienna.

Follow me, gentlemen.

Mr. Bill, let's get outta here.

Oh don't be silly, Jeff.

Go on.

Oh that man ain't no doctor.

There's something wrong here.

Well that's Svengali.

Ah.

You must forgive us, please, if we seem unprepared.

Visitors are rare in this house.

I'm afraid we're the ones to apologize, doctor, for walking

in on you like this. -Not at all.

It's a pleasure, I can assure you.

I'm Bill Summers.

This is Mr. McCarthy.

Glad to know you, Doc.

My valet, Jefferson.

Uh, Jefferson Jackson is my name.

You see, I was named after my grandpappy.

He was the president of the Knights of the Pink Garters.

Ah, you have been hurt.

Ah, it's nothing.

Just a crack on the head.

Nothing you say.

The slightest injury on this island often proves fatal.

Whaddya mean?

The climate and yet...

Yet, what?

They say that evil spirits lurk here,

waiting to prey on the injured.

Ha!

That's a lot of bunk.

Maybe.

How about a spot of brandy to warm you up?

Fine.

Momba.

My servant intrigues you?

Is that one of those spirits that you was talking about?

Momba, no.

It's true he reflects the mood of this house,

but he's not as sinister as he looks.

Gentlemen, the finest brandy in all Europe.

I brought it here myself.

To your arrival.

The most fortunate accident for me.

I'm afraid our arrival was no accident.

You mean to say you came here purposely?

No, not in the sense you mean.

You see, we were on our way to the Bahamas

when the storm blew us off our course.

We heard your broadcast, so here we are.

Broadcast?

Mm-hmm.

You must be mistaken.

There was no broadcast from this island.

Your ears must have played you tricks.

There is no radio within miles of here.

However, well, boats do stop here fairly often.

How often?

Well, the next one is due in about two weeks' time.

However I hoped you will be my guests, in the meantime.

I'm afraid we'll have to, Doctor.

Thank you.

Well, that's settled then.

Now let me show you to your rooms.

Didn't-- didn't we just leave him downstairs in the library?

Oh, he wanted to make sure that your room