<html><head><meta http-equiv="content-type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body dir="auto">My appologies to the list! Somehow because I replied to a message from Rod on list at some point, that's how his name was saved in my address book. If anyone enjoys that script which is in the public domain, good. Again, my appologies for the error!<div><br></div><div>Scott <br id="lineBreakAtBeginningOfSignature"><div dir="ltr">Sent from my iPhone</div><div dir="ltr"><br>On Mar 29, 2024, at 16:26, Scott Davert <scottdavert@gmail.com> wrote:<br><br></div><div dir="ltr"><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"><meta name="Generator" content="Microsoft Word 15 (filtered medium)"><style>@font-face { font-family: "Cambria Math"; }
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div.WordSection1 { page: WordSection1; }</style><div class="WordSection1"><p class="MsoNormal">HI Rod.</p><p class="MsoNormal">I have 3 other scripts from the Shadow. I didn’t know if you would have interest in re-living The Shadow, but I thought you may appreciate the below. Let me know if you have any interest in others. This is certainly a different Haiti than we know nowadays.</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Scott</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-align:center;text-autospace:none"><b><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">The Isle of Fear"</span></b><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif"><br></span><b><span style="font-size:14.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Original Broadcast Date: October 30, 1938</span></b><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif"> </span><span style="font-size:12.0pt;font-family:"Times New Roman",serif"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-align:center;text-autospace:none"><b><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAST</span></b><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif"><o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" align="center" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-align:center;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">Shadow/Cranston<br>Announcer<br>Margot Lane<br>Monsieur Dupre (pronounced Du-pray)<br>Cayonne (pronounced Kay-on)<br>Prince Henry<br>Slave to Cayonne<br>Mother (Planter's Wife)<br>Father (a Planter)<br>Priest (Catholic)<br>Voodoo Tribesman<br>Juan Dupre (Dupre young son)<br>Old Gayo (pronounced Gay-o)<br>Anthony Lavotti (Assistant DA, Queens County)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW THEME MUSIC: <b>Saint</b>-<b>Saëns</b>' "Le rouet d'Omphale"<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: Who knows what evil lurks in the hearts of men? The Shadow knows. (SHADOW LAUGH)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MUSIC UP and OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANNOUNCER: Your local Blue Coal dealer presents The Shadow. These half-hour dramatizations are designed to forcibly demonstrate to old and young alike that crime does not pay. Before the Shadow's thrilling adventure begins, here's a money saving suggestion for every homeowner. When you go to Anthracite, be sure and insist on Blue Coal. Unlike many other anthracites, Blue Coal is a medium free burning hard coal. It's square fracture permits more draft, causes it to burn steadily down to a fine, powdery ash, and give you more useful heat with less chimney and ash pit loss. You'll find that Blue Coal banks better, gives you longer firing period, and requires less attention. So order your supply tomorrow, insist on Blue Coal for better heating results at less cost this winter. And be sure to listen at the close of today's program. We're fortunate in having a very distinguished guest in our audience this afternoon, whom we wish to introduce to you. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MUSIC UP AND OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANNOUNCER: The Shadow, whose life is devoted to protecting the innocent, is in reality Lamont Cranston. Wealthy young bachelor, amateur criminologist. Master of other people's minds. Only his friend and companion, the lovely Margot Lane, knows that Cranston and the Shadow are one and the same. Today's story, "The Isle of Fear."<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MUSIC UP AND OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: STORM IN DISTANCE under dialog<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Mr. Dupre I'm certainly glad you persuaded Miss Lane and me to leave the cruise ship at Port o' Prince, and spend a few days here on your plantation. I don't know when I've had such a wonderful dinner.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: It's been grand, Monsieur Dupre, and I had no idea Haiti was so beautiful.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: I am delighted you could break your Caribbean Cruise and allow me to return the hospitality that you both extended me when I visited New York. I must apologize for this storm, Mademoiselle Lane. May I offer you more wine, Mr. Cranston?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Thank you. By the way, Monsieur Dupre….<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Yes?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: While we were driving up from Port o' Prince, I thought I heard drums in the hills. Drums strangely like the old drums of African voodoo.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: You did, Monsieur. I had hoped you had not noticed.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: But why, Monsieur Dupre?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Mademoiselle, Haiti is beautiful, but it's people in spite of centuries of French, English and American influence. In spite of the untiring efforts of educators, and ceaseless devotion of ministers and priests, they remain at heart -- African. Their bodies are free, but their minds remain the slaves of voodoo.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: But I thought that voodooism had been stomped out of the West Indies.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Voodoo does not die, Monsieur Cranston. Its followers may think they have forgotten the old gods. They may wear civilized clothes, go to school and to the many Christian churches of the island, but voodoo is always there -- in their primitive minds and souls, waiting.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: When was the last outbreak?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Only ten years ago, Mademoiselle Margot. It was on a night very much like this. For days the drums had been calling from the hills. Where in the grottos of San Suci, the mad Prince Henry was paying his customary visit to Cayonne, the high priest of voodoo. (START TO FADE UNDER DRUMS) Cayonne needed human victims for his ritual of the blood moon. And on this . . .<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Voodoo drums<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SLAVE: Cayonne, Cayonne! The Prince Henry pretender has come to the grotto of San Suci.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: What does he want? This fool who thinks the blood of the emperor Henry Christoff courses his shriveled veins. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SLAVE: He comes to offer victims for the festival of the blood moon. Children of his political enemies.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: Let him enter. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SLAVE: Enter Prince Henry. Cayonne, Great Priest of Voodoo will hear you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">PRINCE HENRY: Cayonne, in three days the festival of the blood moon begins. Where are your victims, Cayonne? Where are the blood sacrifices you must offer the snake gods of voodoo?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: They will be found, Prince Henry.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">PRINCE HENRY: You are sure, Cayonne?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: Yes. I know you have come as always to offer me the families of your enemies. And your enemies are many. Aye, like the trees of the jungle, and the stalks of cane in the valley of San Suci. You will find the sacrifices for me, Prince Henry. You will find them.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Voodoo drums<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Crying baby<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MOTHER: Hush, my baby, hush. Or Cayonne Diable will take you away to the grotto.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">FATHER: Be quiet woman. In two days the festival begins. And no one knows who Cayonne shall choose.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: KNOCKING at door<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MOTHER: Oh.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">FATHER: Who's there?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">TRIBESMAN: Open your door. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: DOOR OPENS<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">TRIBESMAN: Give me that child!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MOTHER: Nooo!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">FATHER: Nooo!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">TRIBESMAN: Here is the child! Cayonne has chosen!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Voodoo drums<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">FARMER: Francois, you read me last month's report of shipment from the plantation warehouse.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">FRANCOIS: Yes, Monsieur. 200 casts of lamb, 40,000 pounds of raw sugar, 20 tons . . .<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SERVANT: Master, master the mistress! Cayonne has taken her! Taken her to the hills at San Suci.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Voodoo drums<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Bell tolls in B/G<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CATH. PRIEST: (LATIN) Nee see dominus ruse-kla. See kay patrius see dayus novus. Merciful God, in thy power and wisdom give me strength against the powers of evil. Help me o Lord to protect my innocent flock. Lead the erring from the paths to the hills where the devils disciples of voodoo consecrate their worship of heathen gods with human blood.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Door breaking down<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Crowd walla<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">TRIBESMAN: Stand back priest! Stand back fairest chosen!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CATH. PRIEST: Nay. Thou shalt take no child from this house of God.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">TRIBESMEN: Stand back priest! Stand back!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CATH. PRIEST: Nay! Nay!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: 3 GUNSHOTS<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Excited crowd walla<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MAN: Wait Jacob the priest is dead!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: more GUNSHOTS<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Crowd Walla fades<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Resume STORM in B/G<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: That, Mademoiselle Lane, Monsieur Cranston, happened only ten years ago, but very sad. Very sad.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Oh, how horrible, Monsieur Dupre. Did the voodoo priest actually murder those children and that planter's wife?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: They and many more were sacrificed to the snake gods of voodoo, Mademoiselle Lane.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Oh, how horrible!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Can't the authorities do anything?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: They are helpless, Monsieur Cranston. Do you hear that drum? It is sundown. They're starting again. It may mean nothing. The drums often beat in the hills. But we live in constant dread of another orgy of blood. Such as we had ten years ago.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: There is something sinister about it. Unearthly.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Quite, Mademoiselle Margot. To follow the sound of that drum would be to turn back the hands of time and civilization a thousand years.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">JUAN: Mon Pere?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Ah.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">JUAN: I've come to say goodnight.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Well, goodnight my son. Oh, but wait. Mademoiselle Lane, Monsieur Cranston, this is my son.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Well, how do you do.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Hello, Juan.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">JUAN: How do you do, Mademoiselle Lane. I'm glad to know you, Monsieur Cranston. My father has spoken of you. You are staying a few days?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Yes. Only a few days. We must hurry back to New York.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">JUAN: Oh, but you will be here tomorrow? The storm will appear and we can ride. I have a fine horse for you, Miss Lane.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Oh, thank you Juan, I'd love to ride with you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">JUAN: Then goodnight, Mademoiselle, Monsieur. See you tomorrow.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Goodnight, Juan.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Goodnight, Juan.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">JUAN: Goodnight, Mon Pere.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Goodnight, my son. You tell Francois to make sure the garden gates are locked and the doors barred. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">JUAN: (off mic) Oui, Mon Pere.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Door closing<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Some more wine, Monsieur Cranston?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: No, thank you. Mr. Dupre?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Yes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: You spoke of those drums as if there were some particular significance.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: There is, Monsieur. Tonight of all nights. It is the eve of the Festival of the Blood Moon.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: You, you mean voodoo?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Yes, Mademoiselle. Voodoo is like a plague. For years it may lye dormant, but sooner or later the priests of voodoo recall their own. And they slip into the jungles like ghosts. And the drums begin.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: But surely there'll be no human sacrifices, not now.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Voodoo does not change, Mademoiselle Margot. That is why my gates are locked, the doors barred. Ah, but come my friends, you have not interrupted your short holiday in the Caribbean to listen to tales of horror and death.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: On the contrary. I'd like to get your first hand opinion on the actual powers of these fanatic priests.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Forgive me, Monsieur Cranston. I can not speak of voodoo as an academic thing. It is too close.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Has this man, Cayonne, ever chosen anyone from your plantation?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Mademoiselle Margot, I think you will understand when I tell you that the planter's wife who was taken into the hills of San Suci ten years ago tonight, was the mother of the boy you met a few moments ago. My son, Juan.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Oh, forgive me.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: You could not know.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Forgive us, Monsieur Dupre. If we'd only stopped to think.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Oh, please. It was I who first spoke of voodoo. It is I who cannot forget Cayonne. Cannot rest until one day I find that murderess devil, and kill him as he killed my beloved wife. The drums! Listen to them! Carrying a message into the hills. Another victim. Another human sacrifice to the snake gods of voodoo.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SERVANT: Mr. Dupre! Monsieur.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: What ? Oh, Francois, you are bleeding!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SERVANT: They sprang up on me at the gates! Juan has been chosen!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">DUPRE: Oh, my son! Where is he?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SERVANT: Cayonne's men have taken him to the grottos of San Suci!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MUSIC UP AND OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Horse HOOVES as MARGOT catches up with LAMONT<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Lamont!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Whoa.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Lamont!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Margot, you shouldn't be outside the gates.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Any news of Juan?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: No. We've ridden all through the valleys the whole day. Even into the hills.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Where is Monsieur Dupre?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: In the hills. He wouldn't come back.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Oh.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: He hopes to follow the signal fires after sun down, but I'm afraid it's madness. They'd kill him. Where are all the servants Margot?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Gone. The native quarters are deserted. Where have you been Lamont?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: We've been everywhere. It's like riding through the land of the dead. I'm afraid it's hopeless Margot.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: No, Lamont. There's one chance. One chance!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: What do you mean, Margot?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: About an hour ago an old woman came out of the cane breaks and spoke to me. She said she would take me to see Cayonne and the festival of the blood moon if I would give her my diamond ring.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: It's a trick to get you into the jungle!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: I know it's a trap, but I told her I would meet her on the jungle trail an hour after sundown.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Are you mad, Margot?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: But, Lamont, it's a chance. A slim chance of finding poor little Juan.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: What good would it do you to find him, Margot? You'd only die with him in the hidden grottos of San Suci.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: I'll risk it to save Juan. I'll risk it if you'll come with me. As the Shadow.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: As the Shadow?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: If the shadow could humble those priests, they'd listen to you. Let me meet the old woman in the jungle. Let the shadow follow us to the grottos. If you don't poor Juan will be murdered just as they murdered his mother. Oh please. Please, Lamont.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: It's madness Margot. Shear madness. But we'll try it.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MUSIC UP AND OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Drums in B/G<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Lamont, this jungle is like a black pit.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: This is nothing Margot. What lies ahead. Do you want to go back?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: More than anything in this world Lamont, but we can't.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: I know. Be careful Margot. The old woman may be near here.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: What are you going to do when we meet her?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: I'm going to make her fear you more then she fears Cayonne. I'm going to…shh, quiet Margot.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: (CACKLING) Don't be afraid, Mamselle. Old Gayo will not hurt you. Give me the flashing white stone and I will show you things which no white woman has ever looked upon before – and lived!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Here, here's the ring. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Ah. Even in the dark it flashes like the fires of the blood moon which comes soon to the hills. Hurry! Follow! You must not be late.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: (SHADOW) Wait, Gayo! Wait!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Who laughs, who speaks. Oh dog of a woman, you have not come alone.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: I, I am alone Gayo.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: You lie! I heard the voice, the voice of a man.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: No, Gayo. I am alone.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Alone, Gayo. But in the darkness beside her walks -- a shadow.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: A shadow!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Yes. A shadow stronger than the voodoo of Cayonne, your master.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Nah, it's a trick, a lie. For that you'll die.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Oh.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Don't move Gayo!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Wha.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Don't raise that knife. Let it fall to the ground, Gayo. Your fingers can not hold it. Can not hold the knife. Let it fall to the ground.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Mamselle, Mamselle, forgive. You are a priestess, a priestess of many voices, ah. Ah! Take back your ring. Forgive, have mercy, forgive.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Get up, Gayo. Lead the way to the grotto of Cayonne.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Yes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Go.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Yes.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Or you will stand forever like a stone image in the jungle, and the snake gods will burn your soul in the fires of the mountains. (SHADOW LAUGH)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MUSIC UP AND OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANNOUNCER: Before we continue the second part of The Shadow's exciting adventure, here's a question for every homeowner. When you buy a vacuum cleaner or any other household product, you always make sure it's trademarked, and therefore guaranteed by a responsible company. Then why not take the same precautions when you're ordering your supply of anthracite? Don't order just any coal. Insist on Blue Coal, the only trademarked anthracite. Then you'll be sure of getting better, more economical heat from a coal which actually is better in quality. 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A Blue Coal heat regulator costs but eighteen dollars and ninety-nine cents, plus a nominal installation charge. And it will pay for itself in time and fuel savings for you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MUSIC UP AND OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Voodoo CHANTING<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: (Cackle) Look the flames, the flames. See, I have not disobeyed you. You hear the native chant? I have brought you to the grotto.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Where is Cayonne? Where are the victims who are to be sacrificed to the snake gods?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Come along the great ledge beyond the altar of sacrifice. Cayonne is there with the victims bound in chains. Ah, but wait, Mademoiselle wait!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Be careful, Gayo. You've been warned.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Oh, Mamselle, you go alone. Do not make me take you to Cayonne. If your power is not greater than his he will slay you and he will slay me. Oh mercy, Mamselle, mercy! No, no!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Shadow! Shadow what shall I do?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Eh? Mamselle? Why don't the voice answer you, huh? Where is this power of darkness? Has it fled in terror before the fires of Cayonne? It has! It has! Cayonne! Cayonne! I have brought you another victim, a beautiful woman.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Lamont! Lamont!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Steady, Margot! The time has come. Don't show fear or they'll kill you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Look, Cayonne, look! A beautiful woman with skin like ivory.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Voodoo crowd walla/cheering<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: The hour has come. The old gods await the hot blood of this woman. Hear me! By all the powers of Cayonne, this flower shall be the first sacrifice.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Excited CHEERING<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: Bring the woman to the altar. Let the mountain hear, and the dead stones of the grotto see her die.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Beware, Cayonne. That girl is not afraid, in the darkness of the jungle I heard a voice. A voice of the shadow.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: Be still old woman.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Gayo speaks the truth, Cayonne. Listen to her. She's right. I am not afraid of your voodoo gods. I have come to guide one who is stronger than all your powers of voodoo.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">[THE FOLLOWING IS GREGORIAN-STYLE CHANTING]<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">PRIEST: Where Cayonne walks, the earth is forever barren.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ALL: Barren.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">PRIEST: Cayonne is the ageless one.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ALL: Ageless one <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">PRIEST: Cayonne is nothing of the earth, the sea or sky.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ALL: Sea or sky.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: Where is this voice woman? Let Cayonne hear it speak. Call it from the shadows. Let it try its strength against Cayonne. Against the gods of voodoo who cry for blood.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: (SHADOW LAUGH) I am here, Cayonne.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: The voice, Cayonne!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: What! What white devil's magic have you brought to this hidden place, Gayo?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: (LAUGHING) Take care, Cayonne. You have challenged me, and I am here. Show sign of fear in this savage rabble would turn upon you like beasts of prey.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Slay, Cayonne. Show though are stronger than this voice of the shadow's, take the sword of Christoff and slay the girl. Her blood upon the altar stone will prove thy power. Take the sword! Look, her white blood gleams in the light of the fires. Strike!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: (LAUGHING) Yes. Prove your strength, Cayonne. Try to raise the sword of Christoff from the altar. Try to kill this girl who has come to take your victims from you. Strike her if you can.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">[CAYONNE BEGINS SINGING A SHORT CHANT]<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: Ugh, ugh. My arms!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Lift it from the rock!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: It will not move. It feels as if chains held it to the rock. What power is this that takes all strength from the body of Cayonne? Like water from a broken gourd.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: A power as old as voodoo, Cayone. The power of the mind. The power white men call hypnosis. The power you call the evil eye.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: The evil eye. Alema Kemasaba! Voice! Voice of the shadows, what angry god of voodoo sends you? <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: I am more than a voice Cayonne. I am here in the shadows. Tough you can not see me, because I wear it. Watch Cayonne! I will prove to your murderess slaves the white man's magic is stronger than all your voodoo sorcery. Watch the sword of Christoff. I will raise the sword you could not move. Watch!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Crowd walla<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">GAYO: Cayonne look! The sword rises form the rock with no hands lift it. What people have seen. They no longer fear you. Kill the girl or they will murder you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">CAYONNE: Murder me? Oh, voice of the shadows, who are you?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW:: I will answer your question, Cayonne. I am the Shadow. And here is the answer to your challenge Cayonne. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Sword breaking in two.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: The broken sword of Christoff. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Crowd walla in amazement .<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Sword hitting the ground.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: Margot, they believe you are a sorceress with greater powers than Cayonne. Pretend you are Margot. Tell them the snake gods are angry, and want no more human sacrifice. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: I'll try. I'll try.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: They're closing in on Cayonne. Don't try to stop them! Don't move Margot! Watch and wait.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MAN: The old gods have sent this white priestess to destroy Cayonne!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: EVIL EXCITED CROWD WALLA<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Lamont! I can't stand it! I can't!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: You must! They've slain Cayonne and his murderess, now they'll turn to you. Command them to go back to the valleys to their Christian churches. Tell them no harm must come to Juan Dupre or any of the prisoners or this grotto will become a furnace of fire. They'll believe you now.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MAN: (Shouting) Cayonne is dead! Great white priestess let the sacrifice begin. If blood wound glows pale in the sky beyond the mouth of the grotto.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: No! There must be no more human sacrifice. The old gods are sick of blood. They command you to go back to your homes. Back to the churches of the one God. Hear me! If harm comes to one of Cayonne's victims, or to the boy Juan Dupre, this grotto will be filled with fire. The rocks will melt, the earth will tremble.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Crowd walla questioning her words.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: They're wavering, Margot. Quick! Take the broken sword. Slash the Great Drum it is the heart of voodoo. Hurry! Then they will obey you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Get out! Get out of the grotto! Voodoo is dead!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MAN: The white priestess has destroyed the Great Drum! Run for your lives!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Crowd walla in panic.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: Margot,.you're free! Don't faint! Hold on to the altar! Hold on! Don't let them see you fall!<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Lamont! Oh Lamont.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MUSIC UP AND OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">F/X: Airplane motor flying<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Well Margot, its good bye to Haiti. In twelve hours this plane will be in New York. How do you feel, priestess?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: I don't think I'll ever be the same, Lamont. But I don't regret it. Taking those children back to their parents, and Juan back to his father. It was worth it even if I have nightmares for the rest of my life.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: Hey look Margot! Carpecian. And the ruins of King Christoff‘s citadel. From here it look like a tropical paradise. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MARGOT: Maybe it will be, Lamont, now that that the Shadow has broken the spell of voodoo. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">LAMONT: No, Margot. No one man can dispel the power of voodoo. Education, the Christian churches are doing all in their power, but Dupre was right. Voodoo doesn't die, it merely slumbers. We have found once more, that one of the greatest causes of human misery is ignorance.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">MUSIC UP AND OUT<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANNOUNCER: In just a moment, you will hear from our surprise guest. But first John Barkley, Blue Coal's heating expert has some timely advice for householders.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">JOHN: Thank you, Ken Roberts, and good evening friends. Many householders when firing their furnaces shovel in what they think is the right amount of coal. Then close the door and leave the fire. This is by no means the most economical way to fire a furnace. To get the most satisfactory results, follow these simple rules. First shake the grates gently when it's necessary to make room for fresh coal. Stop shaking as soon as you see the first red glow in the ash pit. Next with a shovel or a hoe, pull the live coal forward so that the fire bed is level with the fire door in front and sloped downward towards the back of the furnace. Be careful not to stir up the layer of ash underneath the coal. Put the first charge of coal into the hollow thus formed filling it up to the level of the fire door. Always leave a spot of live coals directly in front of the fire door. This hot spot will ignite the gases rising from the fresh coal, and prevent them from escaping into the chimney unconsumed. I thank you.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANNOUNCER: And now ladies and gentlemen. The Shadow program has the honor to present a man who has spent his life bringing criminals to justice. It's with great pleasure that I introduce to you the assistant district attorney of queens county New York, Mr. Anthony Lavotti.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANTHONY: Thank you, Mr. Roberts. I don't know anything about crime in Haiti, but there are times when we could use a fellow like the Shadow here in New York. You couldn't lend him to us by any chance could you?<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANNOUNCER: Well, I'm not so sure that you really need him, Mr. Lavotti. Law enforcement has made such marvelous strides here in the past few years. However, I'll ask the Shadow if he's available.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANTHONY: Do that. But seriously, Mr. Roberts. I'm grateful for this opportunity to congratulate Blue Coal and it's dealers for sponsoring this Shadow program. They're doing really a great job. Not only in entertaining the public, but in showing people the folly and absolute uselessness of crime. In fact Mr. Roberts, all of us in the business of law enforcement appreciate the splendid cooperation we've been getting from The Shadow broadcast.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANNOUNCER: Thank you, Mr. Lavotti. It's very gratifying to know that our efforts to show that crime doesn't pay meet with the approval of you and your associates. And I'm sure our listening audience joins me in congratulating you on the successful war your department is waging on crime in New York. It's been a real privilege to have you in our audience this afternoon, and I hope you'll stop in again.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANTHONY: Thank you, I shall.<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">(MUSIC)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANNOUNCER: This program has been a dramatized version of one of the many copyrighted stories which appear in The Shadow magazine now on sale at your local news stands. All the characters, and all the incidents named are fictitious. Any similarities to persons living or dead is purely coincidental. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">SHADOW: (SHADOW LAUGH) The weed of crime bears bigger fruit. Crime does not pay. The Shadow knows. (SHADOW LAUGH OUT)<o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="mso-margin-top-alt:5.0pt;margin-right:0in;margin-bottom:5.0pt;margin-left:0in;text-autospace:none"><span style="font-family:"Times New Roman",serif">ANNOUNCER: Next week, same time, same station, Blue Coal, America's finest anthracite, will again present another thrilling adventure of The Shadow. Be sure to listen, and be sure to burn Blue Coal, the solid fuel for solid comfort. <o:p></o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal" style="text-autospace:none"><span style="font-size:10.0pt;font-family:"Arial",sans-serif"><o:p> </o:p></span></p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p><p class="MsoNormal">Sent from <a href="https://go.microsoft.com/fwlink/?LinkId=550986">Mail</a> for Windows</p><p class="MsoNormal"><o:p> </o:p></p></div>
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