Blood Tide

Before the dawn of civilization,

in the early light of man's existence,

life was an eternal struggle between good and evil.

The ancients knew the way to placate the beast

that lurked beneath the eternal sea

and within the consciousness of man.

Sacrifice.

Virgin sacrifice.

The practice of that bygone age died with the coming of civilization.

But deep in the heart of man

the primeval urge to give new life to an ancient ritual

lingers on.

Come on, darling, let's go. You don't need lip gloss for this.

- (Man) I'm just using your liner. - Yeah. Put the top back on.

What are you doing?

I'm looking for the perfect music to seduce you with.

- (Music playing) - Music... Uh-huh!

- Uh-huh! - Uh-huh!

Oh, come on, let's go get your sister.

Did you ever see the Hebrew version of the bouzouki?

- Oh. - (Vocalizes)

Let's go, come on. Let's go, come on!

If I was avery rich man...

Come on! You're gonna miss the sideshow!

OK, where are all the happy peasants?

To hell with the happy peasants!

Where's the concessions? I could use a beer.

Well, my Maid Marian,

what would you like to do first, check into the Holiday Inn

or play a few sets of tennis, huh?

Notice the clay, the remains of Sodom and Gomorrah?

I could have swore I was in this place ten minutes ago.

Active bunch.

If your sister resembles a rock at all,

we're gonna have a lot of trouble finding her.

My God!

You've got to get this archway.

Wait a minute, let's... Let me have your bag.

This looks like the Alamo. I tell you, it looks just like the Alamo.

The Alamo has been done, dear.

I know, darling, but it's so much like the Alamo.

Let me steady you backwards.

Honey, easy, easy, but don't hold my arm. Don't hold my arm.

Sorry.

I love this camera, I love this camera.

- OK. - (Cat screeching)

The little bastards!

Hello?

Was that your cat?

That's a very dumb thing to do to a cat, you know?

The children do not speak English.

Is it your boat which has landed at our dock?

Mr. Grice, it is not often that visitors happen on Synoron.

I am the mayor of Synoron.

I would know when somebody entered her walls.

Well, we spoke to a Mr. Evangelou,

and he had reason to believe that my sister Madeline came here.

She had a strange interest in this island,

some particular curiosity.

He mentioned something about a monastery.

Is there a monastery here?

Many islands have monasteries.

If there's any chance, my family, my people, are very concerned.

She's been out of touch for over four months.

This is a picture of Madeline, taken about three years ago.

Her hair is probably a lot longer now.

You say your sister is an artist?

Yes, an artist.

She is very beautiful.

Milos was once the place for artists.

I no longer know.

Santorini, possibly.

These are places you should be.

You are disappointed I can help you no more.

I'm sorry.

Dionysis!

Dionysis!

I want wine!

Did you call him Dionysus?

Dionysis.

But it's like Dionysus, the god of wine and theater.

That's really neat, to have an innkeeper called Dionysus who sells wine.

How Greek.

You are on Greek soil.

Seen her?

Go to the kitchen!

He is an old man.

It's OK.

The morning's weather promises good for sailing, Mr. Grice.

Today, fleets must pray for petroleum instead of wind to send them along.

But you will have a pleasant journey nonetheless.

Rise with the sun.

Yasso.

Yasso. "To your health", right?

A word of many meanings.

Among them, "goodbye".

What could I do, brother? I had to go.

Dosh is important, you see.

- What's the matter? - (Sighs)

You know, I don't believe a word those guys are telling me.

I think Madeline's here somewhere.

My legs don't help.

Where are they?

Did they disappear into thin air?

Madeline?

I don't know, I couldn't see.

Wait here. I'll be right back.

...the fountain from the which my current runs

or else dries up...

Would you stop it?

…to be discarded thence!

You...

...that have the office opposite to Saint Peter

and keep the gate of hell!

Madeline!

You... Who are you?

No!

It's OK. He's my brother.

I kissed thee ere I killed thee.

No way but this.

Neil!

Meet my sister.

Well...

Here's to the family reunion.

Let's cut the shit out here, man, huh?

What's going on here, Madeline?

I come to this crazy island to look for you

and your friend here takes a knife to my throat.

Who are you, anyway?

Some latter-day Paul Robeson spewing Shakespeare to the natives?

Don't mind Frye.

He played Othello once in college and never quite got over it.

Ah, Othello in college.

OK, my midsummer night's dream.

Rude am I in my speech,

and little blessed with the soft phrase of peace.

Cut it out, Frye.

OK, OK.

You weren't expected,

and the natives here aren't exactly friendly.

Speaking of the natives, Madeline, they don't even know who you are.

I showed them a picture and they didn't recognize you.

And I know that you two stick out here like man Friday and Mrs. Crusoe.

Personally, I think the natives here are the ones that stick out.

And there's no explaining their little ways,

unless Madeline can explain it.

She's gone a little native herself lately.

What's he talking about, Madeline?

I'm fine.

I paint, draw...

I'm fine.

It was stupid of Father to send you off on your honeymoon.

Well, it wasn't really a honeymoon. it was kind of a vacation after the event.

So, little brother's gotten married!

Yeah.

Yeah, well, it was his idea.

I mean, we were living together, we were really happy,

but he wanted to make it legal.

Your brother is really straight. Did you know that?

It's nice to see somebody in the family is.

Shut up, Frye.

Huh! I didn't finish the front.

It got dark and I got pooped.

He makes me clean the boat.

Every day sometimes.

Thinks salt water's bad for it.

Thing he doesn't know is the water in this place is worse.

I make you do what?

Well, he doesn't make me, I guess.

I guess I'd go stir-crazy if I didn't do something.

Oh, wow, what am I doing? I'm sorry, my name is Barbara.

- Call me Babs. - I'm Neil.

- This is Sherry. - Pleasure.

I'm Madeline's brother.

Oh, I bet that's your hot boat down at the dock, huh?

Expensive.

- Yeah, it's rented. We got it in Athens. - Oh, neat!

Does it have a compressor to fill air tanks? I mean, a good one?

Yeah.

We brought our dive gear,

but I didn't think it'd be so difficult to get tanks here.

Oh, you better believe it. They're against the law here, you know.

They don't like people to take things out of the water.

No scuba tanks, boy.

If they ask you, you just tell them you're fishing.

You dive, I take it.

Uh... sponge diving.

Bit off-season, of course, but when you find them,

they're marvelous.

Sponges? What do you mean, "sponges"?

I thought it was those...

Joke, Barbara.

And like your sister,

I'm a bit of an amateur archeologist myself.

Only I work down below and she works on top of the hill.

It's really more interesting on top of the hill, isn't it, Madeline?

Why don't you tell them about the priceless discovery you made, dear?

I hear the nuns really love it.

I'm sure they're not interested.

You're being a bore, Frye. I don't want to be one, too.