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-O -I -M -U. Come in. Welcome. I'm E .G. Marshall.
Welcome to the sounds of suspense. Welcome to
the world of your own terrifying imagination.
So many catastrophic things happen in this world
because a lady asks a gentleman a question and
then refuses to accept his answer. For instance,
the Lady Eve. What great harm could it do if
I took just the tiniest bite of that apple? Or
the lady named Pandora. Why would it be a calamity
if I should sneak just a quick little peek into
that box? Now add to the list a charming young
lady named Millie She also has a question. Why
can't I have the braces Kevin? It belongs to
the temple Oh nonsense. It's been lying here
in the jungle for at least a thousand years.
Who'd miss it? It's owner the Beast goddess.
Oh, come on Kevin You know what she does with
people who steal her property She turns them
into animals. Really? That's the local legend,
Millie. Now you just take that little bracelet
off your arm and put it back exactly where you
found it. Sure. Millie. I mean it. Sure, Kevin.
Sure. Our mystery drama, The Sign of the Beast.
was written especially for the Mystery Theater
by Sam Dam and stars Lois Smith. I'll be back
shortly with Act One. What is the difference
between man and beast? There are those who ask,
is there a difference? It wasn't very long ago
that man himself was a beast, a carnivorous hunter
with an insatiable appetite for raw meat. True,
quite a bit has happened since. We've learned
manners. We've invented civilization and culture.
We've created a conscience, a code of morals,
a system of ethics. But how deep do all these
things go? Does the beast still slumber in each
of us, waiting patiently, biding its time, ready
at any moment to assert its mastery with fang
and claw? This is going to be a very vital question
for the very pretty and vivacious young lady
who at this moment is riding in a helicopter.
The copter is hovering over a large clearing
deep in a South American jungle. Here you are,
Millie. Thanks a million, Larry. This is your
bet. Kevin and Professor Jorgensen won't thank
me. Better lift up out of here before they make
you take me back. You know, Millie, I don't think
I'm doing you a favor. Did you toss my duffel
bag over the side? Once more it could cost me
my job. And furthermore... And furthermore, you
haven't even kissed me. Look, I'm very angry
about this, Millie. You could still kiss me,
Kevin. You promised to stay at the base camp.
That was last week. But we're moving into the
jungle tomorrow. Kevin, we've already been through
all the arguments. Category A, danger from animals.
Well, I brought the 405 and some carterettes,
and I'm a better shot than you are. Now listen,
Millie. Category B. Danger from rare, unknown,
mysterious, incurable topic diseases. You have
just as much chance of getting one as I do. Dr.
Jorgensen will be furious. Your Dr. Jorgensen
is my Uncle Bert. I can handle him. It isn't
a matter of handling people. It's true, you know.
Millie can always handle me. Uncle Bert, I love
you. I know, dear. And I love you, too. Hey,
Uncle Bert gave me a kiss. He's glad to see me.
Dr. Jorgensen will have to radio that idiot,
Larry. I'm not going back, Kevin. Sir, won't
you make her see reason? I warned you about this,
Kevin. Last year when you said to me, how about
an introduction to that good -looking niece of
yours, I told you the problems, but you would
have her. And I'm worth it. Millie, it's only
because I love you so much. Uncle Bert, why don't
we leave the killies here to sulk in this tent
while you show me around the camp? And there's
somebody you should know, that tall, powerful
-looking fellow. His name is Amara. He's our
straw boss. Amara, whenever you want something
done, you... Yes, Dr. Jorgens. Amara, this is
Kevin's wife. Her name is Millie. How do you
do, Amara? It is an honor to meet you, Millie.
Aymara's in charge of setting up, taking down,
and moving the whole can. Oh, wow. I can see
he does a splendid job. Oh, no, no. The fact
is he does a very bad job. What? What did you
say? I said he does a poor and unsatisfactory
job. Oh, for good. No, it's the truth. But everything
looks to be so unique, so orderly. Actually,
Aymara is unbelievably incompetent. He deserves
to be fired. I think that's unfair and heartless.
Excuse me, Millie. Amara, please go to Kevin's
tent and bring Millie's 405 rifle. Yes, Doctor.
At once. Uncle Bert. Before you say another word.
How could you be so heartless? You must understand,
Amara, his primitive superstitions and his beliefs.
But he's not some ignorant savage. You can tell
by his speech. He's obviously educated. Must
you insult him? Milly, you simply cannot compliment
these natives. These natives? Oh my, aren't we
condescending. And why must we not compliment
them? Will it spoil them as servants? Will it
drive up the pay scale? Oh, Milly, I... Where
to begin? In Amar's religion, he is surrounded
by a host of jealous, angry, implacable gods
and goddesses. They do not tolerate praise. for
human beings. That's nonsense. One man's nonsense
is another man's devoutly held relief. You terrify
Amara when you praise him. Therefore, on this
expedition, never, never praise one of our natives.
But Uncle Bert... Is that understood? Millie,
we're not home now where there's a charm in being
a little quirky, kooky, offbeat. Just obey orders.
Don't under any circumstances praise anybody.
Understand? Yes, Uncle Bert, I understand. Things
are bad enough. In the first place, you're a
woman. Well, I like that. You need some prestige.
That's why I sent him for the rifle. Hit some
tin cans, break a few bottles at 300 yards, and
you'll be one of the boys. Uncle Bert, you actually
are a male chauvinist. Who would have suspected
it? I have to pack away my instruments, can I?
Trust you not to get into any trouble. Implicitly.
Very bad shot, Millie. And now, I'll break that
bottle next to it. Oh, that was terrible. Not
bad, if I do say so myself. And that's every
bit of 250 yards. Now, you see those three cans
you lined up on that rock? Watch. You are a very
poor shooter, Mary. That's nothing. You should
see me when I'm in practice. Oh, my. I didn't
know we had children in the camp. Who's that
youngster by the kitchen tent? It is my little
boy. He stays here with me till we leave the
jungle. What's his name? His name. Zeissera.
Zeissera. Oh, what a lovely name. No, no, it
is an unpleasant name. I should think you'd be
proud. Proud? Me proud? Why do you say I'm proud?
Oh, because he's such a handsome child. No, he
is plain, he is ugly. He seems so intelligent.
Notice how patiently he lines up those stones
and shells. No, you're stupid, I swear to you.
He has no sense. He disgraces his mother and
me. What are you saying, Amara? This child is
a fool. Anyone can see that. Now I must go. Where?
I... I must go clean the rifle. I must go. Well...
Oh, what made him so upset? Oh! Oh! Now I remember.
Amira, you may serve the coffee. I know the cuisine
has left something to be desired these past few
days, Milly. None of this bothers me. I can live
on tea and toast, fruit and vegetables. By tomorrow
sometime, we'll come to the ancient temple, the
Forbidden Grounds. I have the cameras ready.
I must caution you, Milly. We were permitted
to come here only because I promised the chief.
who is my blood brother. We do have a wild family,
don't we Uncle Bert? That we will not defile
the holy grounds. Now all around you'll see scattered
ornaments, brick -a -brack, all sorts of things.
Touch nothing. Uncle Bert, I hardly have to be
told. We can photograph anything, everything,
but it all belongs to the Goddess. The Beast
Goddess. It'd be dangerous to touch anything
anyhow. You see, dear, the Beast Goddess is very
possessive. I don't know why I have to be treated
like a child and indoctrinated with lessons in
basic honesty. I've been on digs with you before.
You take anything that belongs to the Beast Goddess,
and she'll transform you into a wild animal.
What's that, Uncle Bert? Those drums. Uh, you
get used to it. It's just the native telegraph
service. What are they saying? Why never learn
to read them exactly I just get the general idea
I yet I think it's News of death Yes, it's someone's
death How can you tell well the basic rhythm
speaks of death And since it's a very light beat
it's probably Well, the death of a child. A child?
Yes, I'm sure of it. Milly, is something wrong?
Oh, I... I have a headache. I think I'd better
turn in. Tamara, let's put the scaffold here.
I want to climb this wall and study the inscription.
Milly! Darling, you feel better? Yes, I suppose
so. I'll just have to live with this headache.
Come here a minute. Okay. I'm Mara. Yes, Millie.
Your little boy, I said, he's dead, isn't he?
Yes. How did you know? I know. I'm sorry. I thank
you. I mean, I... I hope you... you don't...
Yes, Millie. I hope you don't think I'm responsible.
Why should I think that, Millie? Because... Oh,
I don't know. Yes, yes, I do. It's because I...
I praised him just a few days ago and... you
seemed so upset about it. I was upset. Oh, yes,
very much. And Dr. Jorgensen... told me I know
I know what he told you but my little boy my
I said I died of fever the way so many children
here do suddenly with without warning then you
don't blame me I blame you no I am not a superstitious
savage we poor ignorant natives we played this
game with dr. Jorgensen and people like him about
our gods and goddesses. I felt terrible. I was
afraid you might. You see, in our culture, we
believe in praise, especially when it comes to
children. We automatically say nice things about
children. I understand. And then, and then last
night when I heard the drums, those... You must
not feel bad. And to prove... That I tell the
truth. I have a gift for you. For me? We have
a custom. When we make someone feel bad, we must
give that person a gift. And the person must
accept. That's such a lovely bracelet. Where
did you get it? Here. Oh, but we're not supposed
to... There are thousands... Thousands of pieces
of ornament. Who would know? Place it on your
wrist. Ah, see how pretty it looks. Wherever
you look, thousands of beautiful things. This
is the very last. Besides, it is the custom.
Well, if it's the custom... And you must not
tell Kevin or Dr. Jorgensen, because... You see,
you would have to explain why I gave it. I understand.
And it would make them uncomfortable. Because
everything they have come to believe about superstition
would be wrong. Millie! Millie! What is it, Kevin?
Bring the camera. I want to shoot these inscriptions.
Thank you again, Amara. And it will be our secret.
I'm coming, Kevin! heedless, ignorant woman.
You have defied my gods and killed my son. Your
punishment has been decreed. It has already begun.
Well, Aymara is obviously a man of parts, and
he's already shown us quite a few of them so
far. The punishment that has just begun will
be expanded and continued when we return shortly
with Act 2. Is it entirely valid to suggest that
the best way to get a woman to do something is
to order her not to do it? There seems to be
some historical basis for it. Archaeologist Kevin
has ordered his wife Millie not to touch any
of the artifacts or ornaments found in his latest
discovery. And now, he finds it impossible to
take his eyes off her wrist. Is this the section
of the temple wall you want me to film, Kevin?
Kevin? Kevin, what are you looking at? What's
that on your wrist? Oh Well, it's just Millie.
Dr. Jorgensen told you I told you under no circumstances
Were you to touch anything? Well, not only touched
it. You're wearing it. Look the silly superstition.
Where did you get it? Kevin I don't like that
tone of voice. Hey What are you two good quarreling
laughs showing Millie? Oh Uncle Bert listen I
must ask you, Milly. Where did you get it? I
found it. You found it here? Well, uh, around.
Milly, I could tell by the workmanship. It was
made by an ancient priest of the temple that
has the same symbols. What's all the fuss? Milly,
I thought we all understood. Why can't I have
the bracelet? Because it belongs to the temple.
Nonsense. It's been lying around the jungle for
at least a thousand years. Who'd miss it? Its
owner, the Beast Goddess. Kevin, are you serious?
Go ahead, tell me the rest of it. Tell me she
turns people who steal her property into animals.
I can tell you that not even the natives believe
that. Come on, fellas. We're overlooking a point,
Millie. If it were made of gold or silver or
precious stones, I could understand, but it's
just a twisted piece of copper. Well, for all
I know, we're being watched. If so, you can expect
a poison arrow through your throat any second.
You know, I listened to the two of you. And I...
Millie, your trouble is that you don't... Now,
let's not have an argument. I gave my word. That's
all there is to it. Millie, you will take that
bracelet off your wrist and put it back. Put
it back exactly where you found it. Sure. I mean
it, Millie. Well, sure, Uncle Bert. Sure. These
are the symbols the Incas used for weddings.
Well, could they have originated this far north
and east, Dr. Jorgensen? Millie, photograph this
section of the wall. Yes, yes. I need some more
film. I'll be back in a second. Well, you don't
have to go. We'll send a mirror. No, no, it's
all right. I just want to stop off at the kitchen
tent. I think I need a snack. We just had breakfast.
I know, but I'm hungry. Are you sure you feel
all right, Millie? Oh, I'm fine. Just a little
hungry. That's all. Millie, about yesterday...
What about yesterday? The bracelet. Oh, that.
Forget it, Uncle Britt. I know that you see so
much just lying around. It seems silly to make
a fuss over some trinket, but... I'm willing
to forget it if you are. Aymara. Yes, Milly?
Where's the cook? He will be back soon. I was
wondering if there's anything to eat? What would
you like? Well, I'd like some meat. I could cook
a slice. Oh, would you please, Aymara, and hurry?
Will this be enough? Just throw it on the fire.
Yes, Milly. That's good, oh. Oh, that smells
good. Be careful. Don't burn it. I just put it.
No, no, no. You're burning it. I'm all right.
That's good. It's good. Right now. Just the way
it is. I tell you, it's fine. Yes, Millie. Let
me get you a plate and a knife and a fork. Oh,
hurry. Here you are, Millie. I'm all right. Put
up some more. Kevin. What is it, O'Mara? You
asked me to prepare a list of supplies for the
helicopter. Ah, yes, good. Let me write it down.
First we need fresh meat. Okay, fresh meat. Wait
a minute. Didn't Larry fly some up just a couple
of days ago? Yes, Kevin. We should have at least
enough for the rest of the week. The book says
he has only enough for tonight's meal. That's
impossible. Would you like to see Kevin? I take
your word for it. But... There's someone stealing
meat. I cannot say, Kevin. Well, I know we eat
a lot of it, but still... All right, put down
meat. And this time get plenty of it. Is there
any more meat? Hi, Mara. I will go see. Meat?
What's this with meat? You haven't eaten meat
since I've known you. Aren't you going to finish
yours, Kevin? I've had enough. Let me have your
plate. You're out here. I must agree with you,
Milly. I'm starved, Uncle Britt. I don't understand
it. You must be famished. Honey, you haven't
had meat in so long you've forgotten how to eat
it. You have to chew it before you swallow. Excuse
me. Get out some tops. Those? Oh, take them back.
They're too well done. I want some rare. I'm
sorry. This is all we have. Tell him to put up
some more. There is no more meat. That's right.
Larry's due in with supplies and the helicopter.
When will he be here? I don't know. Sometime
today. Why don't I take the 405 and shoot us
a deer, or something we can eat? Really? Are
you all right? Of course! I'm all right. Now,
why do you ask? Well, don't snap my head off.
Marty, you'd better get some rest here. You're
tired. I'm not tired. I'm hungry. Milly, darling,
something's wrong. Why? Well... Because this
isn't like you, that's all. Kevin, I... Oh, I
don't know. I have such a pain in my stomach.
What kind of pain? Hunger. That's the only way
I can describe it. But you shouldn't be hungry.
I can't help it. I have this terrible craving
for food. Oh, no, not for food. For meat. For
red meat. Oh, Kevin. I confess I'm frightened.
Take her to a tent, Kevin. Take her to a tent.
We'll give her a Saturday. Oh, yeah. Yes, maybe
that'll be best. Maybe that pain will go away.
Come on, dear. Oh, Kevin. Oh, Kevin. You'll wake
me when Larry gets here in the helicopter with
the meat. Sure, sure. Promise? Promise? Yes,
dear, I promise. Is she asleep, Kevin? Yes, finally.
Dr. Jorgensen, what's wrong? I... Don't know.
I've never seen her hysterical. Are you as worried
as I am? I'm worried enough to want to get her
to Rio to a hospital. Let's radio Larry to get
that damn helicopter here pronto. I just spoke
to Larry. We have a problem. It seems the helicopter
needs some repairs. What kind of repairs, for
God's sake? I don't know. It was technical. Larry's
working on it. Larry, Larry, he's an idiot. If
he hadn't brought her here... It's our fault,
yours and mine. We let her stay. What are we
going to do? You say she's asleep. Well, all
she needs is rest. Maybe when she wakes up, she'll
be better. Kevin. Kevin. I'm here, dear. I'm
here. Oh, I was so sleepy. I know. I know. Get
dark out. What time is it? Well, it's almost
midnight. You let me sleep. You didn't wake me.
I couldn't. But I was here and he brought the
meat. No, dear. The helicopter's out of order.
Oh, Kevin. I am so hungry. Well, I knew you'd
be hungry when you woke up. So I'll make you
an egg sandwich. No, no, no. I want the meat.
But there isn't any. There's plenty of meat.
Where, Milly? All around you. Out there. There's
deer. There's wild pig. Can't you smell it? No,
I... Millie! Can we have the 405? We'll be able
to feast. You can't go out in the jungle in the
middle of the night. Why not? Oh, Millie. Let
me have the rifle, Kevin. No, Millie, not now.
It's my rifle. I know, I know. In the morning.
You can't hunt in the morning. All the animals
are asleep. You can only hunt at night. Darling.
Not the time. Now listen, here are some pills
to calm you. Kevin, something's wrong with me.
I don't know what. I say things I don't understand.
I have urges. Oh, I can't even describe. Hold
my hand. Yes, yes, darling. What is it, darling?
What is it? Oh, my wrist! My wrist! It's burning!
Oh! Oh, it's on fire! What's the matter, Mary?
Look at her wrist. Oh, it's a very ugly -looking
irritation. How'd you get it, Mary? Oh, I don't
remember. I don't know. Oh, Uncle Bert, I don't
know anything. I'm all right. I'm all right.
Come in here. Now, Milly, you must try to be
calm. Try, try, dear. Yes, Uncle Bernal's back.
Now, tell me, how did you hurt your wrist? I
don't know. I don't remember. Try to think. Try
to remember. You probably have an infection,
some kind of bruise. I don't have an infection.
I'm not sick. I'm hungry. Do you understand?
I'm hungry. You want me, Dr. Jorgensen? I'm our
herb. Bring the medical kit. The first thing
we have to do is put a penicillin ointment on
that bruise. She's feverish. Ravenous appetite
for meat. Bruise on wrist. Could be anything.
She could have scraped it against a bramble,
anything. Or an insect. Dr. Jorgensen, we have
to get her out of here. Now, radio Larry, tell
him it's an emergency. We have to do something.
Don't lose your head. Miss Millie? Kevin, won't
you get me something to eat? Yes, yes dear, I
will. I have the medicines, Dr. Jordan. Kevin,
you don't love me! I think we'd better put her
to sleep. Hold your arms still, no dear. you
a question? Yes, Dr. Jorgerson. Have you ever
seen anything like this? Yes. Where? When? Once,
it was a man. He had invaded these holy grounds.
He had stolen a jewel from the Beast Goddess.
He... Yes, go on. He then became a beast. He
disappeared in... into the jungle, and he was
never seen again. Thank you, Amar. You may leave.
This kind of superstition we can do without.
Maybe. And don't bite my head off. Maybe there's
something to it. Something to what? To what he's
saying. Oh, I know, I know. Primitive superstition.
But look at us. You and me. Between us, we carry
a considerable supply of the knowledge of the
civilized world. Between us, we have degrees
in medicine, anthropology, chemistry, sociology.
Can we explain it? Are you saying the legend
is true that Milly has offended the Beast Goddess
and is being punished? I don't know what I'm
saying. But look at her. Look how troubled, how
agitated she is. She's flushed, breathing rapidly.
She could burst through that sedative any minute.
I'm so hungry! Try to rest, darling. I'm going
to get on the radio. The helicopter is out of
order. We're past all that. I'm going to speak
with the hospital in Rio. I'll describe the symptoms.
They'll arrange together. My wrist! Oh! Oh! My
wrist! Oh! Oh! It's burning! Oh! Look at her
wrist! Look at her wrist! Something's on it!
I have to design! It's the shape of that bracelet!
Heaven, it's your imagination! Here's a group!
Do you see that symbol? It's on every ornament
worn by the goddess. The design decorates her
dress. Just a raw ugly scar. With some very wavy
lines. But it's her sign. The sign of the beast
goddess. The sign of the beast. It could be a
coincidence. Do you believe that? Tell me, do
you believe it? Kevin, I don't know what to believe.
Well. You've got a pretty good handful of advanced
college degrees in that tent. Most of them in
the sciences. And it's surprising how quickly
knowledge abdicates in the face of the unknown
terrors of the jungle. Can science be just a
veneer also? I'll return shortly with Act 3.
Hamlet said that there were more things under
heaven and earth than were dreamed of in philosophy.
Hamlet should be with us in a tent deep in a
South American jungle amidst the ruins of an
ancient temple because there are more things
than any of us can dream of. Is she still asleep?
I think so. She shouldn't be left alone. I'll
go back on the 10th in a second. Dr. Jorgensen,
I just had to find out. Were you able to radio
the hospital? Kevin, it's two o 'clock in the
morning. What's the difference? My contact there,
the chief of medicine, he's due at seven. Can
he be reached? Kevin, he's returning from vacation.
He's on the road. It's only five hours. Don't
worry. Poor Millie. You know, she really didn't
mean any harm. And there are scads of this stuff
lying around. I know. It's a pretty little thing.
Who'd miss it? She didn't think it was stealing?
Kevin, don't talk as if... As if what? As if
you believe this is the revenge of the Beast
Goddess? Can you rule it out? Kevin! If they
can't send a copter for her, I'll carry her out
of here on my back! Those damn drums! What are
they saying? Is it important? I'm getting so
jumpy. What are the drums saying? Oh, Malcolm.
That isn't so, Dr. Jorgensen. Why do you make
an issue out of it? Why do you refuse to tell
me? Now, you can read those drums the way I can
read a telegram. Now, what are you trying to
keep from me? It's just that I thought the agitated
state you're in right now. Well, don't make it
worse. What are those drums saying? Well, admit
it. It has to do with revenge. Revenge? What
was that? Those were rifle shots. Well, who'd
be firing at this hour? Come on! Millie! Millie!
She's gone. She's got her rifle. Miller! Wake
everybody up! Rouse the camp! We have to find
Millie! Millie! Millie! Millie! Millie! Careful
now. Watch every footstep. It's a good thing
there's a moon. Millie! Millie! Where are you?
Those shots came from just about here. Why did
she go out? Let's quit pretending you know why
she went out. To hunt! At night? Why? Because
she's hungry! Killer! What are we going to face
it? Admit it! Millie! Millie! Can't you hear
us? Look! Where? Oh! Oh no! No, no! She can't
be dead! Millie, she seems to be breathing. There's
blood all over her. But it isn't her blood. She
must have shot this deer. Millie, are you all
right? I feel so nice and warm. Can you reach
the doctor yet? Yes, Karen. They're sending a
copter. He'll be here late this afternoon or
tomorrow morning. Oh, that's great. They're doing
the best they can. Oh, sure. It'll be reasonable.
Reasonable, huh? My wife is being destroyed before
my eyes. It seems there is or they think that
this might be a very unusual disease. Oh, come
on. It's an infection. She might have picked
it up from a bracelet. What are you talking about?
It could have scratched her when she put it on.
And? Well, it's been lying here for hundreds
of years. All kinds of parasites, microorganisms.
Anyhow, it seems this disease creates enormous
cravings for protein. And what does your man
suggest? Massive doses of penicillin. Well, do
we have enough? I... I hope so. I'm Omar! Yes,
Dr. Jorgensen. Bring me the medical chest. Kevin!
Kevin! She's awake. I'm coming, dear. Kevin.
No, Millie, now lie still. Don't get up. Oh,
I feel so comfy. How's your wrist? My wrist?
Oh, it's okay. It only hurts when I feel hungry.
And you're not hungry now? No, no. You know,
I had such a crazy dream, I better not tell you.
You've got to. You've aroused my curiosity. You
won't believe it. You try me. Don't laugh, promise?
I promise. Well, I dreamed I went out into the
jungle alone at night. There's a picture for
you. Imagine me alone in the jungle at night.
Anyway, I dreamed I shot this, I think it was
an antler, something like that. Yes. And I was
so hungry, I ate it right there. What a dream.
You know, I felt so... Oh, just before, but just
talking about food seems to give me an appetite.
How about some tea and toast? Tea and toast?
Oh, how about a nice chop? Or cake? Rare, very
rare. Well, Larry's been unable to fly up the
supplies. Doesn't matter, I can go out and shoot.
Later, Millie, later. You're not hungry now,
are you? Oh, well, not very, but in a little
while. Okay, then just a little while. Promise.
Okay, I promise. Where have you been, Doctor?
I've been waiting in the tent. Don't leave her
alone again, Kevin. Where's that penicillin?
That's just the problem. What problem? Look,
we just can't have any more problems. We do.
The penicillin is gone. That's impossible. All
the bottles of penicillin solution, all the tablets,
gone. But how? I don't know. Are any other supplies
missing? No, everything's here. Calvin! Go to
it quickly. The penicillin. Amara brought me
the chest. The drug was missing. We have spares
in the supply depot. I looked. Gone from there
too. Calvin! I need to get some rest. Damn helicopter.
He could never find us at night. He'll have to
wait till morning. I don't know if she can wait
until morning. Listen, we don't have medicine.
Let's try the other thing. What other thing?
The legend. Maybe we can placate the goddess.
Can't we? Is there anything else we can do? There's
something happening here. The penicillin is gone.
How do you account for it? He may have forgotten
to pack it. Nonsense. Last night, you said the
drums were talking about revenge. Revenge for
who? For what? And what are they saying tonight?
It's... Revenge. Kevin! Come in here! I'm coming.
I'm coming. Kevin, I want the 405. Untie me.
No, Millie. Millie. What did you do with it?
Untie me. What did you do with it? The bracelet?
You didn't put it back, did you? I'm hungry.
I'll die, Kevin. I'll die. I'll untie you. If
you just tell me, where did you put the bracelet?
I'll get you some meats. Yes. Oh, Kevin, yes.
The bracelet. The bracelet. Yes, it's in my neck.
I can't... Where did you find the bracelet? You
promised to untie me! Where did you find the
bracelet? I must go hunting! Oh, Kevin! Where
did you find the bracelet, Millie? I didn't find
it! Tell me the truth or I'll... I'll never untie
you! where you hid that penicillin. Or I'll blow
your brains out. You make it, B. That's not the
way. Let me beat it out of him. For the past
two nights, Samara, the drums have talked of
revenge. Whose revenge? Mine. Upon whom? Billy.
For what reason? She killed my only son. How?
She made the gods jealous. She spoke of his beauty,
his intelligence, his... I will not say No, he
won't kill you. Who says I won't kill him? Be
quiet. No one will kill you. But I am a blood
brother to your chief. I will tell him that you
committed a sacrilege. I will tell him that you
stole a bracelet from the Goddess for an evil
purpose. Now you may go, Amar. What do you mean,
he may go? He'll be disgraced for life. His wife,
his parents, his brothers and sisters, all will
be driven from the village into the jungle. No
one will speak to him. Why do you stay here,
Amara? We have no further use for you. Oh, I
believe we owe you a month's wages. Here, plus
two weeks' notice. Why do I have to go through
this mumbo -jumbo? Just do it, Millie. Now place
the bracelet on the wrist of the statue. Ugly
old girl, isn't she? Millie. Okay, okay. Now
say, forgive my sin. What sin? Okay. Forgive
my sin. What else? That's all. That says it.
Well, that's a relief. I must have been a child
to you boys. What happened to me anyhow? The
way you were shooting, Penis, something to me.
How are you now, darling? Okay. Again? Oh, but
I'm so hungry. Hungry? Starved. For what? Meat?
Meat. Since when did I ever eat meat? Just point
me at some tea and toast and salad and fruit.
I might even have an egg. It's always good not
to put all your eggs in one basket. Always have
another course of action in reserve. What cured
Millie? The atonement before the goddess? and
the return of the bracelet, or the penicillin,
or both. I'll be back shortly. The sign of the
beast. It can appear anywhere, anytime, and in
anyone. And the trouble is, in our world today,
it appears much too often. Our cast included
Lois Smith, Paul McGrath, Tom Keener, and Dan
Arko. The entire production was under the direction
of Hyman Brown. And now, a preview of our next
tale. Richard? Richard, are you awake? Huh? It's
her! It's April! Oh my God! Stay away! Stay away!
Richard! Wake up! Help me! What's happening?
Jenny, Jenny, what is it? There's nothing. Don't
you hear? Hear what? There's nothing. But there
was... You look as though you'd seen a ghost.
Nuts! scene. I heard. It was her. April, your
wife. Be quiet! You're my wife. April is dead.
But she still doesn't want me here. Nobody does.
This is E .G. Marshall inviting you to return
to our mystery theater for another adventure
in the macabre. Until next time.