From Hell It Came

Kimo, you have committed the greatest crime of all.

You have betrayed your own people.

You have caused the death of your own father,

once our mighty chief!

For these sins you must die!

Tano, you know I am innocent!

My father died from the black plague.

Lies will not save you!

The devil dust of your American friends killed our great chief,

killed many of our people!

Tano, you fear the Americans because their medicine is stronger than yours!

They come here as our friends to help us!

Friends?

Why didn't the Americans heal your father?

You all know I was his father's best friend.

I begged our great chief,

do not listen to the false voices of the strangers.

Listen to tano, the wise one!

His medicine will make you strong and well again.

My father was sick and out of his mind with fever!

Tano gave him the poison because you wanted to become the new chief!

You and tano are the guilty ones! You should die!

The evil spirits have seized kimo's mind!

- His tongue has become a serpent. - I tell the truth!

Ask my wife korey. She was caring for my father

when tano and maranka came with the poison!

What is it you wish me to say, kimo? = the truth!

Tell them the truth, that tano and maranka

gave him the evil medicine that killed him!

What medicine, my husband?

The only thing he drank was the medicine you brought

from the American doctor.

Do you hear the truth from the wife of the guilty one?

You broke the law of our tribe

when you brought your father to the Americans!

It was their fiendish, unholy devil dust that made him sick!

Their medicine that killed him!

For that you must die!

Korey, why have you betrayed me?

I will come back from the grave to revenge for myself.

Tano!

You can kill my body, but my spirit will never die!

In death I will be stronger than you in life!

Maranka, your days are numbered.

May the gods curse you and tano and korey!

I promise you all,

I shall come back from hell and make you pay for your crimes!

How come the travel posters never mention the drums?

Islands of romance. Islands of beauty.

How come they never talk about the malaria and the jungle rots,

the fever and the heat,

the stupid blind ignorance, and those drums?

Yes, that propaganda they feed the innocent tourist is enough

to drive a man to drink.

If I ever go back to the states, which seems unlikely,

I'll become a research chemist in a distillery,

and combine business with pleasure.

You better lay off that stuff, professor.

You'll wake up in the morning with a hangover,

but the drums will still be here.

Drums don't bother me, doc.

As a matter of fact, they have a nice anthropological beat.

Well, maybe we oughta record it, get it on the hit parade.

All kidding aside, those drums sound like trouble.

Trouble for us, I'm afraid.

Ever since the old chief died,

the natives have been staring at us with hate in their eyes.

I tried to save his life,

but the old chief was too far gone from that

brew of bacteria the witch doctor fed him.

By the time I got there, he was paralyzed,

practically dead.

I know. You did your best, doc.

No need to be nervous.

Ordinarily, the natives on this island are peaceful enough.

You mean they were peaceful enough

until they dropped that atom bomb on the nogassa atoll.

Fifteen hundred miles from here.

Who would have thought that a freak typhoon could

come out of nowhere and wreck all calculations.

Well, the facts remain that the atomic fallout landed here

and that we trusty scientists from the international foundation

came running with our little geiger counters to investigate.

What did we find? Plague!

That's what's killing off the natives. It's not the fallout.

A little knowledge is a dangerous thing.

You know, they heard about the fallout from the sailors

on the boats that trade with the islands.

They think of it as some kind of "devil dust".

A curse brought along by the evil Americans.

We know that's so much eye wash.

We've checked the radiation on this island,

it's only 3.05 roentgen.

Hardly any more than an ordinary dental X-ray.

Sure, reason"s on our side, but they don't seem to be buying it.

I'll tell you who poisons their simple minds.

It's tano, their witch doctor.

He's afraid of losing his patients to modern medicine.

Wants to keep them steeped in their centuries old superstitions.

They worship him like some kind of high priest.

Back in the states they don't regard doctors that way.

Sometimes they don't even pay their bills.

I know what's on your mind. It's written all over you.

You'd like to go back home, wouldn't you?

Is it that evident?

Sure, I'd go back tomorrow, only...

Only you'd like to take a bride with you and the girl says "no".

Terry Mason's doing a great job on Baku island.

I don't think the foundation would want to lose her.

Why did I have to fall in love with a dedicated female scientist?

She considers marriage some kind of prison.

What do you expect from a pretty girl two years out of med college?

She wants excitement, adventure.

She thinks of routine as a middle age thing.

There are sometimes I could kick her beautiful teeth in.

Here I offer her the earth, the moon, the stars...

And she prefers test tubes and a tiny pacific atoll.

Forget her! Find somebody else.

I've tried! Dozens of times.

Well?

There's nothing like a cup of your battery acid to pep you up.

Only it needs a little more acid.

Generator 3 was acting up.

Luckily, I caught it just in time.

All I can say is Jones and Pierce sure picked a good time to

to go over to taenga atoll with reverend Cameron.

They could've give me a hand.

Ah, coffee?

That's a very good idea.

It'll taste better if you put a little iodine in it.

I better drink it before it melts the spoon.

Doc! Eddie! It's Mrs. kilgore!

I warned her never to leave the trading post

during one of the native ceremonies.

- Eddie, take her to the lab. - Okay, doc.

- Eddie, get me a wet towel. - Check.

Oh, save me, save me, help me!

Easy, Mrs. kilgore, easy. Relax, your perfectly safe.

You're among friends.

Oh, it's awful. I was there. I saw them kill kimo.

The bloomin' cannibals. They stuck a knife right in his heart.

It was horrible, simply horrible!

And that native outside, he'd liked to have killed me if he could.

You're all right now, Mrs. kilgore. No one's going to hurt you.

I'll have nightmares the rest of me natural life. The heathens.

They ought to drop a bloomin' hydrogen bomb on 'em all

- and blow 'em to pieces. - Now, Mrs. kilgore

try to control yourself.

Don't be stingy at a time like this, deary.

My goodness, I must look ghastly in front of you gentlemen.

There's nothing else I can do now. If you want me, I'll be in the radio room.

Mrs. kilgore?

You passed a cemetery during a native ceremony.

That's why they sent a man out to try to kill you.

Why, I just had to see you, doctor.

I ran out of that ducky medicine you gave me for my nerves.

Doctor, you can't imagine the lonely life of a widow.

Two husbands I've buried,

and now their's no one to care for me.

Well, if we hadn't heard you scream, Mrs. kilgore,

we might be burying you beside your latest lamented husband.

Well, I just couldn't stand those drums.

Gave me a terrible case of the jitters.

Oh, that horrible brute. I think he hit me.

Doctor, wouldn't you like to examine me,

see if I've suffered any injuries?

Mrs. kilgore, you appear to be in excellent shape.

I'm afraid you're more frightened, than hurt.

Seems like every place you go on this

bloomin' island you break a tribal law or something.

Soon as I find a buyer for the trading post,

I'm taking off for Australia like a bird.

I'm going to open a little tea shop.

After two years in this bloomin' rat hole,

I think I'll open a pub instead.

Well, until you do leave, Mrs. kilgore,

I advise you to give the natives a wide berth.

Well, I like that!

My poor Eddie and me, we opened the trading post

to help these unfortunate people.

And you made a nice profit trading beads and knives

in exchange for copper and the occasional pearls.

Now that's not a nice thing to say.

I bet you're getting paid handsomely by that international atomic

"whatsit" ” that sent you here!

I don't know why you want to study those natives for anyway.

Mrs. kilgore, I'm afraid you don't understand them

the way the good professor does.

He considers them civilized in their own delightful primitive way.

Why, he'll tell you a human sacrifice is no worse than a traffic accident.

I still don't know why they killed kimo.

Such a nice polite fellow. Good looking too.

He committed the crime of learning something about modern science.

He wanted to help his people.

And for that they killed him.

Terrible thing.

He was our one link with the natives.

Our one chance to lick the plague.

Well, whether they like it or not, we've got to stop this epidemic.

Once we do that, they'll trust us again.