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                                    "ISLE OF THE DEAD"

                                            by

                                Ardel Wray & Josef Mischel


               The MAIN and CREDIT TITLES are SUPERIMPOSED over a MATTE
               SCENE of the Isle of the Dead. When the last CREDIT TITLE
               DISSOLVES, the painting is left clear for a moment and then
               there FADE IN the following words:

               WHEN WAR AND TUMULT TORMENT THE EARTH,
               THE DEAD ARE DISQUIETED: THERE IS
               FRENZY IN THE GRAVE.  HERODOTUS

               When this inscription has remained on the screen long enough
               to be read, underneath it appear in block letters the words:

               GREECE - 1912

                                                       FADE OUT.

               FADE IN   

               CLOSE SHOT— Cerberus — night. The three-headed guardian of
               the dead, The marble figure glares watchfully from one head
               while the other two seem to drowse in sleep.

               INT. HEADQUARTERS TENT — NIGHT

               CLOSE SLOT — the hand of General Nikolas Pherides  The
               General's hand spasmodically opens and closes around the hilt
               of a sword which has been struck into the earth, point
               foremost as a support.

               The CAMERA PULLS BACK to reveal his naked forearm and from
               this forearm gush gouts of arterial blood. The blood falls
               into an enamel basin,

               Over this CLOSE SHOT VOICES can be heard.

                                   FIRST OFFICER'S VOICE
                         Dead on the field, four thousand
                         five hundred seventy—two of the
                         enemy — three thousand of our own
                         men. Burial parties are already at
                         work. We are assigning men from
                         every company to clear the field,

                                   DR. DROSSOS' VOICE
                             (cutting in)
                         Tell them to pour lime in the
                         graves.

               The CAMERA IS DRAWING BACK to reveal General Nikolas
               Pherides, the commander of a Greek army corps, seated behind
               a small table  His left hand is outstretched to the
               barber—surgeon who kneels at his side and is engaged in
               bleeding him,

                                   FIRST OFFICER'S VOICE
                             (same tone)
                         Enemy casualties estimated as nine
                         thousand —— prisoners ——five
                         hundred.

               The CAMERA CONTINUES DRAWING BACK to disclose the entire mise
               on scene. Four Greek officers stand before the General.  Two 
               are great burly line officers; their uniform tunics open at
               the neck, their caps on the back of their heads and their
               great sabres trailing along the ground. The third is a
               medical officer, Dr. Alexander Drossos. He is excessively
               neat and dandified in his uniform, with pince—nez glasses set
               perfectly straight on the bridge of his nose. The fourth is
               an Adjutant, military enough in dress and bearing but with a
               great brigand's mustache and merry black eyes. At the
               General's right hand sits a young American, Oliver Davis, a
               reporter for the New York Morning Globe. He is dressed in the
               semi—uniform outfit which Richard Harding Davis popularized:
               breeches, leather leggings and a khaki tunic of military cut.
               While the rest talk, he is busily scribbling on a pad,
               without paying the least attention to any of then.

               The second officer breaks in on the first officer's report,
               unable to restrain his enthusiasm longer

                                   SECOND OFFICER
                         A greet battle —— a great victory!

               MED. CLOSE SHOT — General Pherides and Dr  Drossos.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                             (dryly)
                         To be sure . Enough blood spilled
                         to satisfy anyone --
                             (turning to the General)
                         except General Nikolas Pherides.
                         You're letting that fool drain your
                         life away.

                                   GENERAL
                             (looking up)
                         Your father always prescribed it,
                         and I'm alive to tell you so.

               FULL SHOT — the entire party inside the tent. In the
               meantime, the barber-surgeon has finished his work and is
               binding up the General's arm. He cinches the bandage tight. 
               The doctor shrugs.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                         At least get a decent night's
                         sleep.
                             (smiling)
                         Consider it a prescription from my
                         father..

               The General nods. The three officers and the Adjutant leave,
               pausing at the tent flap to call back their "good nights".  
               Hardly have they gone when the General rises from his chair
               and begins to pace the narrow floor of the tent; his shadow
               walking with him on the side walls and ceiling. The young
               correspondent looks up and watches him. Finally, he speaks.

               MED. TWO SHOT - Oliver and the General.

                                   OLIVER
                         Why not Take the doctor's advice?
                         You're the hero of the battle of
                         Corphon.

                                   GENERAL
                         Hero?

                                   OLIVER
                             (insistently)
                         In the New York Morning Globe,
                         the man who wins victory is always
                         a hero. -

               The General puts his hand on Oliver's arm.

                                   GENERAL
                         Listen ——

               Both men are silent in an attitude of listening - from
               outside can be heard distantly the screaming and groaning of
               the wounded.

                                   GENERAL
                         You know that sound, Oliver?

                                   OLIVER
                         I heard the same sound at
                         Ladysmith, at Nukden, Port
                         Arthur.  What do you expect
                         after a battle?

                                   GENERAL
                         You were at those battles as a
                         spectator — — I wonder if you can
                         think what that sound might mean to
                         me —— those men out there —— dead
                         or dying —— by my order -- because
                         I willed it so.

               CLOSE TWO SHOT — Oliver and the General. Oliver holds up the
               lantern and tries to peer into the darkness. The General
               starts off and Oliver falls into step behind him. They pass a
               sentry who salutes. Only the lighted lantern can be seen as
               they go into the darkness.

               EXT. BATTLEFIELD - NIGHT

               The CAMERA in SET UP TO SHOOT PAST the heaped-up dead. The
               only illumination is the lantern which Oliver carries, he and
               the General pick their way between the dead.

               ANOTHER ASPECT of the battlefield - an ox cart loaded with
               the dead, some of them tied to the rear axle by their naked
               legs. Two men, in the hooded coats worn by the infantry of
               the Balkan allies, are busy loading the cart. They look up,
               astonished, as the General and Oliver pass.

               STILL ANOTHER ASPECT of the battlefield — the General pauses
               as if to search out his way and then starts off determinedly
               toward the left. Oliver takes two long strides to catch up
               with him. The CAMERA DOLLIES WITH them. Oliver lifts the
               lantern and gestures outward with it.

                                   OLIVER
                         Over there, isn't it?

               The General nods and starts off again rapidly, Oliver
               following.

               EXT. THE MAINLAND BEACH - NIGHT

               The two men come over a rise of ground and stop at the edge
               of the beach.

               STOCK SHOT - The moon emerging from behind clouds

               EFFECT SHOT. In the foreground stand the two men. Before them
               lies the sea and the Isle of the Dead. As they watch, behind
               them the moon emerges from the thick clouds and a great
               silver light floods over the sea.

               A little way from the beach, The Isle of the Dead stands out
               from the glassy—calm, moonlit water. In the f.g. is a broken
               Ionic column.
               There are a few flat stones at the water's edge, the remnants
               of a quay which once reached out into the sea. Tied to tall
               stakes are two small row boats and a third lies half-buried
               in the sand. The CAMERA HOLDS until the General and Oliver
               come into the scene and stand looking across the dark water.

               REVERSE CLOSE SHOT - Oliver watches the General, troubled by
               his intention of crossing to the island.

                                   OLIVER
                         Do you mind if I go with you?

                                   GENERAL
                         There's no one there -— nothing but
                         the caves and the dead.

                                   OLIVER
                         I'll only go as far as the shore
                         and wait for you.

               The General- makes a slight gesture of indifference and moves
               forward.

               EXT. THE BEACH - NIGHT - (PROCESS)

               MED. SHOT — the General steps into one of the boats. Oliver
               casts off the minter and puts the lantern down on the sand.

                                   OLIVER
                         I'll leave this here to guide us
                         back.

               He jumps into the boat, picks up an oar, pushes off and
               starts to scull.

                                                       WIPE

               EXT  THE ISLE OF THE DEAD - NIGHT

               The boat noses its bow onto the shelving beach. The men climb
               out. Oliver pulls the boat a little farther onto the sand and
               looks back toward the mainland.

               EXT. THE MAINLAND BEACH — NIGHT

               LONG SHOT - The lantern is glowing at the water's edge.
               Suddenly it flickers and dies out.

               EXT  THE ISLE OF THE DEAD — NIGHT

               CLOSE SHOT — Oliver, having seen the lantern fail, shivers.

               MED. TWO SHOT - Oliver and the General. On the edge of' the
               wall nearest thorn is a marble figure of Cerberus, the three
               headed dog which guards the dead. Two of the heads have been
               carved to represent sleeping heads; the third head glares
               toward the mainland with a sightless, unseeing, but ever
               watchful stare, Oliver takes the General's arm and draws his
               attention to the statue.

                                   GENERAL
                         Cerberus —— the watchdog. He guards
                         the sleep of those who are buried
                         here.

               The two men walk forward into the towering shadows of the
               cypress trees, turning toward the left. They are lost to view
               in the shadows. The CAMERA HOLDS ON Cerberus.

               EXT. THE LEDGE BEFORE THE CRYPTS - 'NIGHT

               MED. FULL SHOT — The General and Oliver come walking onto the
               ledge before the crypt. They pause a moment while the General
               looks about as if to get his bearings, then he moves
               resolutely toward the crypt nearest. Oliver goes with him as
               far as the doorway.

               MED. FULL SHOT - The doorway of the crypt. At the doorway
               Oliver stops.

                                   OLIVER
                             (almost whispering)
                         I'll wait here for you.

               The General nods, removes his hat and goes into the crypt. He
               is lost in the darkness. Oliver tries to peer in after him.
               The opaque blackness prevents him seeing anything. He
               relaxes, pulls a square cardboard box of cigarettes from his
               coat pocket, selects one, puts it in his mouth and is
               fumbling for a match when suddenly the General re—appears.
               Oliver looks at him in astonishment.

                                   GENERAL
                         She is not there. The coffin is
                         gone.

                                   OLIVER
                         Maybe you've got the wrong crypt ——
                         after all it's twenty years when
                         you wore last here.

               The General shakes his head..

                                   GENERAL
                         This was the place.

               They stand there for a moment in perplexity.  Suddenly, the
               sound of a woman's voice singing comes very faintly to them;
               very faintly and from a considerable distance. Both men turn
               their heads in the direction of the singing which seems to
               come from the other side of the island. They look at each
               other, then with a curt gesture, the General beckons Oliver
               to follow him and strides off.

               EXT. THE CYPRESS GROVE - NIGHT

               MED. CLOSE SHOT --Oliver and the General. The CAMERA TRUCKS
               WITH them as they pass under the cypress trees, their faces
               alternately in moonlight and shadow. The sound of the woman's
               voice singing cones over the scene very faintly.

               EXT.  THE STAIRWAY AND TUNNEL MOUTH - NIGHT

               MED. SHOT - To the right, a stairway cut into the rock winds
               upward from the sandy floor of the beach. The CAMERA PANS
               SLOWLY UP the rock to the head of the stairway, a narrow
               shelf or landing above the sea. A square opening is cut into
               the cliff-face, black and impenetrable from this angle. As
               the CAMERA RESTS ON the tunnel opening, the minor melody of-
               the singing rises to an impassioned lament, wild and
               melancholy.

               REVERSE ANGLE. From the shelf, CAMERA SHOOTS DOWN onto the
               stairway. The two men are starting up the steps, the General
               in the lead. They move upward slowly, hesitantly. The singing
               continues, clear and alluring.

               MED. SHOT. Oliver and the General come up onto the shelf of
               rock. Before then is the tunnel opening, an ominous door of
               darkness in the moonlit stone. (See page 113 "HELLAS".) As
               the two men face it, the singing comes to a climax on a high,
               almost triumphant note. There is a moment's after-silence and
               then the earlier motif of the song begins again, subdued,
               softer, as if the singer were moving away.

               CLOSE SHOT. The General stares off, rapt, his entire being
               focused on the unseen singer. CAMERA DRAWS BACK to include
               Oliver, who stands a little to one side, watching the
               General. The General moves forward and	Oliver accompanies
               him. CAMERA TRUCKS WITH them, until they are framed in the
               opening of the tunnel. They stand there for a second, than
               move forward again. Their figures grow dimmer as the CAMERA 
               TRUCKS WITH then into the blackness of the tunnel. The
               singing continues, faint and slightly distorted. Over it
               sound the slow, hesitant footsteps of the two men.

               REVERSE SHOT - Beyond then, the darkness of the tunnel is
               broken by a light that moves wraithlike across one of the
               atone walls. Moonlight is pouring down from a long slit in
               the rock, where the wall curves up into the tunnel ceiling.

               MED. CLOSE SHOT. Oliver and the General step into the little
               pool of moonlight and look up at the aperture above them. The
               two men turn away and continue into the darkness of the
               tunnel. The singing continues over all this, growing a little
               stronger again.

               EXT. THE OTHER END OF THE TUNNEL - NIGHT

               The two men emerge from the tunnel. To the right are	high
               limestone cliffs, before them darkness. To the left is part
               of a house wall, with a door -- a dark and forbidding door of
               oak and iron. Now the woman's singing is loud and near. The
               General stares at the house, looks at the surrounding
               darkness and then back to the house again.

                                   GENERAL
                             (bewilderedly)
                         There was no house here.

               Oliver and the General cross to the house. At the door, the
               General listens a moment, then lifts his hand and thunders on
               the panels with his knuckles. The sound of the singing breaks
               off instantly and they stand waiting in the moonlit silence.
               Suddenly the door opens before them and lamplight makes a
               frame about them. A man's voice, cheery and welcoming, comes
               from the doorway.

                                   ALBRECHT'S VOICE
                         Come in, come in!

               They step through the doorway and the door closes behind
               them.

               INT. ALBRECHT'S LIVING ROOM - NIGHT

               It is a lovely room of simple austere proportion, warm with
               lamplight, comfortable with chairs and sofas and heated by a
               brazier full of coals. Various antiquities, heads, bits of
               sculpture, torsos, limbs, bowls, vases amphoras and cylixes
               decorate the room. At one end is a long table on which
               various shards, artifacts, have been arranged for labor and
               sorting. On this table are also books and measuring
               instruments.

               The various people in the room turn curiously upon the
               entrance of the soldier and the correspondent. It is Albrecht
               who is welcoming, them. He is a Swiss of middle age, a
               scholarly, gentle man with a humorous smile.

               Before the brazier, warming his behind under his coattails
               just as he would have done in Devonshire, is a ruddy-faced
               Englishman, also of middle age. He is formally dressed and
               has a stiff, official air. This is Mr. Thomas St. Aubyn,
               British Consul at Adrianople.

               Seated some little distance from him in a stiff-backed chair
               is a woman in her early thirties, still possessed of a
               haggard beauty. There is a curious, restrained stillness
               about the woman and when she moves it is with a certain
               careful deliberation. She is working on a hand embroidery
               frame. After one glance at the newcomers, she pays no further
               attention to them. This is Mary Wollsten, secretary to the
               Consul. She is dressed primly In dark clothing. - -

               At a small table by himself with a tankard of wine before him
               and an empty wine bottle on the table, is a commercial
               traveller, Henry Jacks, a Cockney, dressed in a loud, fuzzy
               plaid suit, and seeming at this moment to be somewhat the
               worse for wear and liquor.

               The General and Oliver look around the room in astonishment.
               Albrecht himself shows some surprise now that he sees the
               General in the fully lighted room.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (surprised)
                         I took it for granted you gentlemen
                         were refugees as are my other
                         guests.

                                   OLIVER
                         This is General Nikolas Pherides,
                         Commander of the Third Army. I'm
                         Oliver Davis.
                             (he hesitates)
                         To be perfectly frank with you, we
                         didn't expect to find anyone living
                         here.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         It is my home.
                             (extending his hand)
                         My name is Hugo Albrecht.

               Oliver shakes hands with Albrecht. The General bows.

                                   GENERAL
                         I have not been on the island in
                         twenty years. It is changed -
                         changed completely. Where are the
                         graves -- the coffins?

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (turning to his guests in
                              polite explanation)
                         This was once a cemetery.

               The people in the room exhibit varying degrees of interest.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (smiling)
                         It may seem an odd choice for a
                         home. Yet I like it.
                             (to Oliver and the
                              General)
                         But you must meet my guests.

               He half turns to indicate the Consul.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         This is Mr. St. Aubyn, British
                         Consul from Adrianople.

               St. Aubyn bows formally. The General returns his bow with a
               nod, and Oliver goes forward and shakes the Consul's hand.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         --	and Miss St. Aubyn.

               Cathy smiles wanly in greeting. Oliver, in American fashion,
               goes from her father to Miss St. Aubyn, takes her hand.

                                   OLIVER
                         You were singing, weren't you?
                         A beautiful voice, Miss St. Aubyn.

                                   CATHY
                             (masking irritation)
                         That was my companion. She sings
                         little peasant songs quite nicely --
                         a completely untrained voice, of
                         course.

               St. Aubyn continues the introductions, indicating the somber
               faced woman, who sits apart from the others.

                                   ST. AUBYN
                         My secretary, Miss Wollsten.

               At this point, Jacks rises unsteadily and lurches towards the
               others. He flashes a card from his pocket.

                                   JACKS
                         Jacks -- Henry Jacks. Tinware,
                         best grade and the lowest prices --
                             (as if quoting a well
                              known slogan)
                         Jacks sells no junk.

               The General looks at him, astonished at this strange
               commercial personality. Oliver, having shaken hands with Miss
               Wollsten, nods across to Jacks amiably.

                                   OLIVER
                         Aren't you a little out of
                         your territory?

                                   JACKS
                         If the world won't come to
                         Jacks, Jacks goes to the world.

               He walks unsteadily back to his own seat.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         Mr. Jacks is a philosopher.
                             (to the General)
                             (and Oliver)
                         But, come, sit down with us. We are
                         all anxious to hear of' today's
                         battle.

                                   ST. AUBYN
                             (to General)
                         A fine fight, sir, but a bit
                         inconvenient for travel. We were
                         under constant shelling all the way
                         down the coast.

                                   GENERAL
                         The enemy is in retreat. There will
                         be no more fighting here.
                             (to Albrecht)
                         I came here to visit the crypts. My
                         wife was buried here. What happened
                         to the bodies?

                                   ALBRECHT
                         They were gore before I came here.

                                   GENERAL
                         But why?

               Ida, the woman servant, a middle—aged Greek woman in peasant
               costume, with a dark sombre face, comes in. She has an
               amphora of wine and two glasses in her hands. She pours wine
               for Oliver and hands him the glass, then turns to the General
               and begins to pour for him as he and Albrecht talk.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         There was some trouble here ——the
                         villagers on the mainland —-this
                         island was the focal point of their
                         anger. They came here ——broke open
                         the tombs and despoiled the graves.

                                   GENERAL
                         All the graves?

                                   ALBRECHT
                         I'm afraid so. There were rumors
                         ——people were aroused. Some feared
                         restlessness among the dead you
                         know, the old superstitions.

                                   GENERAL
                         I donut understand.

                                   IDA
                         I can explain, Master Soldier.

               She has put down the amphora so that her hands are free. She
               lifts a fore—finger to each side of her mouth and grimaces
               between the upright fingers.

                                   GENERAL
                             (understanding her
                              immediately)
                         Vorvolakas!

               Hastily Ida crosses herself, at the same time nodding
               agreement

                                   GENERAL
                             (not too unpleasantly)
                         You are an old fool.

                                   IDA
                             (grinning; pleased at this
                              insult from her heroic
                              countryman)
                         You think so? You think such things
                         do not happen? Right now ——
                         upstairs there is one who is rosy
                         and bright —— full of blood -- and
                         here ——
                             (she makes a sidewise
                              inclination of her head
                              toward Mrs. St. Aubyn)
                         ——	here is one who is pale and
                         cold as a lily.

                                   GENERAL
                         You are still a fool.

               Ida laughs and Albrecht picks up the amphora and starts to
               pour another glass of wine for the General.

                                   GENERAL
                             (to Albrecht)
                         You know the Greek legends, you
                         drink the Greek wine, but you are
                         not a Greek.

               Albrecht is carrying the wine jug and glasses to a small
               table near the brazier.

                                   ALBRECHT

               I am, Greek, sir, by affection.

               Albrecht puts down the jug and the glasses and turns to	the
               General.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         But the gods played a little trick
                         on me. I was born in Switzerland.

                                   OLIVER
                             (pointing to an antique
                              statue)
                         You collect these to sell, abroad?

               Albrecht, starting to pour from the wine jug, shakes his
               head.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (shaking his head)
                         No more. One day I stood in the
                         Royal Museum at Munich and watched
                         the fat burghers and their
                         brood—mare wives staring and poking
                         at my beautiful trophies. Now I am
                         content just to live —— here in the
                         heart of a vanished world.

                                   JACKS
                             (butting in without moving
                              from his place)
                         I wish it'd vanish, I do.
                         I'd give every bloomin' statue in
                         the place for one whiff of fish 'n'
                         chips —- for one peek at
                         Piccadilly.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         Each to his taste.

               Jacks gets up, lurching and steadying himself on the table.

                                   JACKS
                         I'm going back, first boat to
                         England. I'm going back and hear
                         the sound of Bow Bells.
                             (gets up and starts to the
                              stairs; complaining as he
                              walks)
                         I'm not well. I'm not well.
                         Something's wrong with me
                         ——something hurts.

                                   ST. AUBYN
                             (disdainfully)
                         Odd way to describe plain
                         drunkenness.

               Jacks pays no attention to him, but goes on up the stairs,
               the rest watching. The stairs are lit in such a way that the
               upper portion is in complete darkness, shadowed by the
               landing above.  As Jacks disappears into this darkness, there
               is a sound of a heavy fall, a muttered curse. They all turn
               to face the staircase and Oliver and the General get to their
               feet. Albrecht picks up a lychnos and crosses quickly to the
               stairs, followed by St. Aubyn. As he holds the lamp aloft,
               the General comes to stand beside him.

               MED. SHOT — past Albrecht, St. Aubyn and the General at the
               foot of the stairs, to the upper portion of the stairs, now
               lit by Albrecht's lamp. Jacks lies sprawled across the top
               step. Bending over him is a girl in Greek native costume, the
               gold coins of her headdress trembling at her ears, as if she
               had been arrested in startled movement. The girl, Thea,
               slowly lifts her head to face the people below her. As she
               does so, the General makes a sudden move forward: a move of
               recognition and astonishment —— then restrains himself and
               stand rigidly still.

               MED. SHOT — Thea.

                                   THEA
                             (simply)
                         He fell.

               As if words had released them, Albrecht and. St. Aubyn start
               up the stairs to Jacks.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (a little breathless)
                         That's a strong wine —— poor
                         fellow, I should have warned him.

               As they reach Jacks, who is mumbling and trying to get to his
               feet, Thea starts down the stairs. It is then that she sees
               the General, who still stands rigid, staring up at her as if
               she were an apparition. She hesitates a moment, a step or two
               above the bottom of the stairs, held there by the General's
               fixed gaze. Behind her, Albrecht and Ida have gotten Jacks to
               his feet. The man is muttering incoherently.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         There -- you're all right, now
                         ——	we have you ——

                                   IDA
                             (disgustedly)
                         Never mind. It'll get him to his
                         room.

               Ida and Jacks go on upstairs and Albrecht holds the lantern
               to give them light. The General stares at Thea.

               CLOSE SHOT — Oliver. He is staring off in the direction of
               the staircase, his face revealing pleasure in seeing this
               beautiful Greek girl.

               ANOTHER ANGLE — Thea and the General. Thea is looking back
               toward Jacks. The General is studying her. Suddenly, she
               turns toward him to go down the stairs. For a moment she
               faces him full face. He looks at her in amazement greatly
               agitated.

               CLOSE SHOT - The General looking at Thea. His face is
               strained and he seems to have suffered from a shock.

               MED. FULL SHOT - The General watching Thea. Albrecht coming
               down the stairs looks at him.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         My dear sir, you look completely
                         exhausted.

               The General attempts to pull himself together.

                                   OLIVER
                             (coming into the scene)
                         He is exhausted.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         Why don't you stay here tonight?
                         Get a good sleep. You can return
                         to your command in the morning.

               The General is about to shake his head in a negative answer
               when he suddenly thinks better of it and still looking at
               Thea, speaks.

                                   GENERAL
                         Perhaps I had better stay.
                         I am tired.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         I'll get Ida to make up your
                         bed.

               He starts upstairs. Oliver and the General turn back into the
               room.

               TWO SHOT	— Cathy and Thea. They arc seated on the settee. The
               CAMERA is set up TO SHOOT PAST their profiles	so that Oliver
               and the General can be seen coming down the room from the
               stairway in the background.

                                   CATHY
                             (to Thea)
                         The young man, Mr. Davis, seems to
                         be some kind of an unofficial
                         observer —— a correspondent of
                         some sort ——

                                   THEA
                         And the soldier -- He looked at
                         me so strangely -- who is he?

               Before Cathy can answer Oliver has come close to stand beside
               them. In the background General Pherides has crossed to the
               brazier where Mr. St. Aubyn stands.

                                   ST. AUBYN
                         I don't really know where Thea
                         comes from. The Vice—Consul at
                         Adrianople brought her to me..

                                   GENERAL
                         Her name is Thea?

                                   ST. AUBYN
                         Theodosia.

                                   GENERAL
                         Her family name?

                                   ST. AUBYN
                         Damn me, if I know. She's become so
                         much a member of our household I
                         never think of her by any name but
                         Thea -- she has a last name --

               He wrinkles his forehead.

                                   ST. AUBYN
                         I seem to have forgotten.

               The General looks at him suspiciously.

                                   GENERAL
                         You do not know her last name --
                         you do not know from where she
                         came?

                                   ST. AUBYN
                             (looks off at his
                              secretary)
                         Miss Wollsten -— my secretary,
                         she'd know.

               MED. FULL SHOT - Miss Wollsten. She gets up, places one of
               the long needles she uses in her embroidery work through the
               collar of her dress and starts toward the stairway.

               FULL SHOT - The General and St. Aubyn as they watch Miss
               Wollsten pass. She nods "good night." The General turns back
               to St. Aubyn.

                                   GENERAL
                             (with a gesture toward
                              Cathy)
                         Your daughter is ill.

                                   ST. AUBYN
                             (brushing off the
                              question)
                         She's not too well.

                                   GENERAL
                             (persistently)
                         What is her illness?

                                   ST. AUBYN 
                         Nothing, really. She's been under a
                         great strain -- the journey -- the
                         battle --

                                   GENERAL
                         Was she ill before that girl came
                         into your household?

                                   ST. AUBYN
                             (embarrassed at
                             this interrogation)
                         Why -- no not before Thea came ——

               The General looks at him and then at Thea.

                                   GENERAL
                         Your daughter is weak -- she feels
                         as if the blood had been drained
                         from her -- and all this since that
                         girl came to work in your house.

               St. Aubyn looks at him in annoyance. This volunteered
               diagnosis offends him. He turns toward the stairs. The
               General turns with him, taking hold of his arm to stop him.

                                   GENERAL
                         This girl --

                                   ST. AUBYN
                             (interrupting)
                         This girl -- Thea —- is not a
                         servant in my household, sir.
                         She is my daughter's companion.
                         Now, sir, if you'll excuse me,
                         I'll go have a look at Mr. Jacks.

                                   GENERAL
                         I will go with you.

               Mr. St. Aubyn starts for the stairs and the General stalks
               after him. The two men reach the foot of the stairs

               MED. CLOSE SHOT - Oliver with Thea and Cathy. He smiles in a
               friendly fashion at Thea, as he says:

                                   OLIVER
                         I hope Mr. Jacks gets to bed in one
                         piece.

                                   CATHY
                         M~ father will take care of it.
                         (gushing to impress Oliver)
                         Pappa is wonderful! No matter what
                         happens, he makes me feel perfectly
                         safe.
                             (with flirtatious
                              emphasis)
                         I could never leave him. I should
                         be utterly helpless by myself.

                                   THEA
                             (gravely)
                         You are fortunate in your father.

                                   CATHY
                         Thea is an orphan.

                                   OLIVER
                             (to Thea)
                         That was a lovely song you sang
                         before we came. Sing it again, will
                         you?

               Thea smiles, pleased at his request. Before she can reply,
               Cathy breaks in.

                                   CATHY
                             (apologetically)
                         I adore hearing Thea sing --
                         but my poor head's beginning to
                         ache.
                             (exaggeratedly)
                         I'm so sorry.

                                   OLIVER
                             (courteously)
                         Of course. Tomorrow, perhaps,
                         before I go?

               Thea nods and Oliver looks at her, seeing how very beautiful,
               how very desirable she is. He smiles and a radiant answering
               smile comes to her lips. Cathy, watching them, draws their
               attention with a sigh. She leans back against the pillows
               exhaustedly and a little shudder moves her shoulders. Thea,
               instantly all concern, bends over her.

                                   THEA
                         You have a chill! You must have a
                         glass of wine.

               She crosses quickly to the little table and picks up the
               amphora. She brings it back with her, Oliver and Cathy are
               talking. She has to wait, holding the cold pitcher until
               Cathy turns and holds out her glass. Cathy waits for Oliver
               to finish speaking before she passes the glass to Thea.

                                   OLIVER
                         You can imagine the General's
                         disappointment when he found his
                         wife's body gone.

               He turns to Thea.

                                   OLIVER
                         Then we heard you singing --it was
                         so strange and eerie in a place
                         where we had thought there was only
                         the dead.

               As Oliver finishes speaking, Cathy holds out her glass to
               Thea, who begins to pour wine into it.

                                   THEA
                         I was thinking of death when I
                         sang.

                                   CATHY-
                             (protesting)
                         Thea!

               Thea finishes pouring the wine and puts down the amphora. The
               chilled jug has made her hands cold. She rubs them together,
               then blows on them. Cathy and Oliver watch her, both smiling.
               Cathy shivers.

                                   CATHY
                         You're making me feel cold.

               Thea is instantly concerned.

                                   CATHY (CONT'D)
                         Perhaps my scarf --

               Thea nods, smiles and willingly goes to get it.

               FULL SHOT - Thea. The CAMERA PANS WITH her to the foot of the
               stairs. Here she pauses and from a small marble bench takes
               up a lychnos, sets it alight from another that is burning
               there and with this lamp in her hand begins to ascend the
               stairs.

               MED. SHOT of the stairs. Tall and lovely, with almost
               measured grace, Thea ascends the stairs to the second floor
               landing, then comes up onto the landing and pauses, looking
               down the corridor. She holds up her lamp.

               LONG SHOT - CAMERA SET UP BEHIND Thea, so that it sees what
               she sees before her. In the corridor there are three points
               of illumination. One from the skylight; two from windows.
               These three sources of light cut the blackness of the
               corridor into almost equal sections; oblongs of blackness
               alternating with rectangles of grey moonlight. Around Thea
               there is a nimbus of weak and~ wavering light, the
               illumination from her little lamp.
               The whole corridor is very still, very oppressive. Thea draws
               in her breath almost as if taking courage, and moves toward
               the first patch of blackness. At its edge she hesitates and
               steps forward, with a little rush of movement. For a moment
               she is lost to view, then emerges in the first patch of
               moonlight. She moves slowly across this. Then again, at the
               very edge of the second section of darkness, she pauses.
               There is a little sound in the darkness; some scuffling of
               papers or blowing curtain. She stops stock still, begins to
               lift her lamp. The lamp flame flickers, and then a sudden
               soft draft makes the flame lean far from the wick, pulsate,
               puff out. The loss of the light leaves Thea cleft between
               darkness and moonlight. Again she takes a sharp intake of
               breath, again moves on and is lost to view, only to emerge
               again in the second section of light. She moves normally
               across this patch toward the darkness of a door set into a
               deep embrasure.

               MED. CLOSE SHOT as Thea emerges from the darkness and turns
               right, her hand already outstretched for the doorknob. A dark
               figure obtrudes itself from the deeper blackness of the door
               embrasure. A hand reaches out to seize her wrist. She gives a
               half stifled scream of fear and looks up into the face of the
               General as it emerges into the light.

                                   GENERAL
                         You blew out the light -- to
                         see better in the darkness.

               Thea shakes her head, perplexed, still frightened. She looks
               at the lamp in her hand. The General reaches out his hand to
               point out the lamp. Their hands touch. He draws his hand back
               quickly.

                                   GENERAL
                         And your hands are cold —-
                         cold as dead hands.

               Thea is too terrified to speak.

                                   GENERAL
                             (with menacing softness)
                         You. You know me?

               Thea shakes her head, too torrified to speak.

                                   GENERAL
                         Swear it. By your winding shroud,
                         do you swear it?

               Thea shrinks away, still unable to utter a sound. The General
               realizes that his questioning is futile. He releases her
               wrist, but still holds her fast with his fixed, accusing
               gaze.

                                   GENERAL
                             (slowly)
                         Maybe you have no memory for the
                         past ——
                             (in a whisper)
                         Vrykolaka!

               With the word, terror takes her. She makes a quick movement
               to flee. Just as quickly he seizes her, dragging her to him.
               He has to hold both her hands; then pulls her up against his
               chest. He repeats the word without any special meaning. His
               face, across which a narrow beam of light falls obliquely, is
               grotesque and horrible. The girl struggles and her struggles
               free one hand. She pushes herself away from him and quickly
               makes the sign of the cross between herself and the General
               at the same time whispering hurriedly.

                                   THEA
                         Christ be with me ——

               For a bare second, there is silence between them and then,
               quite suddenly, he releases her other hand and begins to roar
               with laughter. She stands amazed, too wonder-struck even to
               flee, almost gaping at him.

                                   GENERAL
                             (through his laughter)
                         You thought me a Vrykolaka -—a
                         vampire - -

               He pinches his arm.

                                   GENERAL
                         Look -- I am alive.

               He begins to laugh again.

                                   GENERAL
                         And I thought the same of you!
                             (sobering)
                         I am ashamed. A grown man --

               The General smiles in ridicule of his own foolishness,

                                   GENERAL
                         We of the mountain villages
                         are strange people. There are
                         too many old dreams in our
                         blood, eh?

               Thea smiles in agreement.

                                   GENERAL
                         Then you can understand --
                         you can forgive me.

               Again she smiles. He starts to move away from her. He has
               gone through the black patch of darkness nearest them and has
               emerged into the moonlight on the other side. She lifts her
               head and calls to him.

                                   THEA
                         General ——

               He turns.

                                   THEA
                         What do they call you? What
                         is your name?

                                   GENERAL
                         Nikolas Pherides.

               He turns and continues down the corridor.

               CLOSEUP of Thea. A strange look comes over her face. From her
               stare, it is evident that the name strikes some sharp chord
               in her mind.

                                                       FADE OUT

                                                       FADE IN

               EXT. A RUIN OVERLOOKING THE SEA - MORNING - EFFECT SHOT

               It is a bright morning and between the two portals of a
               ruined temple can be seen the sunlit sea. (See page 98
               "Hellas")

               In the space between the two portals, three people are
               grouped, Cathy, Thea and Albrecht. Cathy is seated on one of
               the white stones, leaning back against the wall, a rug
               wrapped about her knees. Albrecht stands behind and a little
               in back of her, while Thea stands leaning gracefully against
               the opposite portal, half silhouetted against the brightness
               of the sea.

               For a moment they remain quiet, then suddenly Thea throws up
               her arms in a gesture of ecstasy and speaks almost as if to
               herself.

                                   THEA
                         The sea! The sea!

               Albrecht stares at her, arrested by the words.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         What made you say that, Thea?

               The moment is broken. Thea looks at him self-consciously, and
               then shakes her head.

                                   THEA
                         I don't know.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         "The sea —- the sea." Those were
                         the very words of Xenophon and the
                         ten thousand - - do you know about
                         them, Thea?

               Smiling, Thea shakes her head.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         You don't have to. It's inside of
                         you -- all the glory that was
                         Greece -— the dancing, the singing
                         and the white marble --

                                   CATHY
                         How clover you are, Mr. Albrecht,
                         to see all that in our simple
                         Thea... She is quite pretty, isn't
                         she?

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (disregarding her;
                              pointing to a column)
                         This was the temple of Hades --the
                         God of the Dead. It contained no
                         images -- just empty space and
                         walls of perfect symmetry.

                                   CATHY
                             (looking about her)
                         How disappointing! I expected it
                         was something more romantic. A
                         temple to the Goddess of Love,
                         perhaps.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (looking off)
                         The Greeks thought death was
                         beautiful -- an adventure --a
                         journey to another world.
                             (after a little pause)
                         But I have my other guests to think
                         of -- The General will be wanting
                         to go back to his army. If you'll
                         excuse me --

               He starts off. The two girls watch him go into the grove.
               Thea seats herself beside, Cathy.

               CLOSE TWO SHOT - Thea and Cathy.

                                   THEA
                         Cathy —- how does it feel to
                         have a father?

                                   CATHY
                         What an odd question!

                                   THEA
                         I mean, does one love a father
                         because he is good and kind -—or
                         just because he is one's father?

                                   CATHY
                             (out of her depth)
                         Why, I love my father because -
                         because I do. Of course, he's nice
                         to me.

               Cathy leans over toward her.

                                   CATHY
                         Thea -- you're hiding something.
                         Why do you suddenly speak of your
                         father? You told me once you had
                         never seen him -- didn't know him --

                                   THEA
                         I do not know him, but I have seen
                         him.

                                   CATHY
                         What is it -- what are you talking
                         about?

                                   THEA
                         You have forgotten my last name?

               Cathy thinks a moment, then smiles.

                                   CATHY
                         I have forgotten it, dear.

                                   THEA
                         My last name is Pherides.

               Cathy looks at her in astonishment.

               INT. THE GENERAL'S ROOM - DAY

               The General is seated on the edge of his cot still in his
               shirt sleeves. He is pulling on his boots. Oliver has been
               washing at the little wash stand and is drying his face with
               a small towel. Oliver begins to whistle merrily as he throws
               the towel down. The General looks at him.

                                   GENERAL
                         You are a happy man Oliver. You
                         have but one world to live in —-
                         the world of today. I have two
                         worlds. I have that old dark world
                         of peasant ignorance and
                         superstition in which I was brought
                         up and a new world which the army
                         gave me —— a world of mathematics, 
                         gun ranges,logistics, tactics,
                         strategy.

                                   OLIVER
                             (grinning)
                         It doesn't seem to bother you
                         much, General.

                                   GENERAL
                         I will be glad to leave this
                         island. It has too much of
                         that old dark world about it.
                         I will be glad to leave it
                         and that girl ——

                                   OLIVER
                         Thea?

               The General nods.

                                   GENERAL
                         There is something evil about
                         her.

                                   OLIVER
                         Oh, now —— now look here ——

                                   GENERAL
                             (interrupting)
                         I know all you are going to say —-I
                         have been saying it to myself, but
                         the thought will not leave my mind.
                         She resembles my wife -—there is
                         something about her ——the way she
                         moves —— the way she turns her
                         head. 

                                   OLIVER
                         But that should make you like her.

               The General shakes his head/

                                   GENERAL
                         It makes me fear her.

                                   OLIVER
                             (shrugging)
                         I can't understand that.

                                   GENERAL
                         It is not necessary to understand.
                         We are leaving and I am thankful.

               EXT. THE RUINS - DAY

               CLOSE SHOT - Thea and. Cathy. They are talking earnestly.

                                   CATHY
                         Thea, your choice is a very simple
                         one. Either you want to claim him
                         as your father, or you do not.

                                   THEA
                         But one must love a father.

                                   CATHY
                         The General — you don't even
                         know him.

               There is a little silence while Thea looks toward the ground
               at her feet.

                                   CATHY
                         Come, Thea, if you're going to
                         claim him as your father you've got
                         to make up your mind. They'll be
                         leaving any minute.

                                   THEA
                         I don't know. As a child. I longed
                         for a father and now —- I don't
                         know ——

               Thea is still hesitant; still trying to puzzle it out.

                                   CATHY
                         Do you like what you've seen, of
                         him'?

               Thea shakes her head.

                                   THEA
                         I felt he did not like me.

                                   CATHY
                         That should decide it or you --

                                   THEA
                         I will let him go. He is dead to me
                         as he is to all my mother's people.
                         I turn my hand against him.

               INT  THE GENERAL'S ROOM - DAY

               Oliver and the General are ready to depart. Oliver takes a
               last look around the room to see that they have left nothing.
               The General stands by the door buckling on his belt.

                                   OLIVER
                         Well, at any rate, I would like
                         to say goodbye to the girl.

                                   GENERAL
                         We have no time for that.

               Oliver shrugs.

                                   OLIVER
                         Ready?

               The General nods and straightens his coat under his belt.
               Oliver throws open the door and they start out.

               INT.  MAIN ROOM - DAY

               The CAMERA is set up in the doorway of the bedroom TO SHOOT
               PAST Oliver and the General as they go out a Albrecht is
               coming down the stairs.  He is hurrying and is very excited.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         Wait, gentlemen! Wait!

               They turn to him.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         I need your advice —— something
                         has happened —— Mr.  Jacks ——

                                   OLIVER
                         Drunk again?

                                   ALBRECHT
                         He's dead. I want the General
                         to see him.

                                   GENERAL
                         If you wish.

               Albrecht nods gratefully, turns, and they follow him as he
               starts up the stairs.

               INT. UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - DAY

               The three men, Albrecht, Oliver and the General come to the
               second floor and start down to the last door. The CAMERA
               TRUCKS BEFORE them.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         He was going back to hear the sound
                         of Bow bells. He'll never hear them
                         again.

               They stop in front of the door to Jacks' room. Albrecht opens
               it. Through the doorway can be seen a sheeted body on the
               bed; the face covered. The three men stop in the doorway.

                                   OLIVER
                         He complained of not feeling well.
                         I thought he was drunk ——	he
                         staggered.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         That staggering. His dying so
                         quickly. 
                             (to General)
                         In your campaigns, have you never
                         seen men who staggered before they
                         died, who talked incoherently ——
                         walked blindly.

                                   GENERAL
                         I've seen men die drunk —- and
                         I've seen men die of the plague.

                                   OLIVER
                             (aghast)
                         Plague? There's no possibility
                         of that, is there?

                                   GENERAL
                         The rider on the pale horse is
                         Pestilence. He follows the wars.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         I'm not sure that it is the plague.

                                   GENERAL
                         We will know when the next one
                         sickens.
                             (to Oliver)
                         Until then you and I remain here.
                         I will not bring the plague to
                         my troops.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         In the meantime it would be
                         useless to alarm the others.
                             (nodding)
                         Let them think it was a normal
                             (glancing into Jacks'
                              room)
                         And, perhaps it was —- perhaps
                         it was.

                                                       DISSOLVE

               INT. MATH ROOM — NIGHT

               The oil lamps are lit. Albrecht has assembled his refugee
               guests at two tables. They are just finishing dinner. Oliver
               and Thea sit at the same table.

                                   CATHY
                             (to Oliver)
                         I'm glad you and the General didn't
                         have to leave us. We would feel
                         quite deserted..

                                   OLIVER
                             (with a look which divides
                              his compliment between
                              Cathy and Thea)
                         How could we go back to the wars
                         with such pleasant company here..

                                   CATHY
                             (smiling)
                         Thank you.

               Thea smiles, pleased. Mr. St. Aubyn looks at his daughter,
               smiling and gay.

                                   ST. AUBYN
                         You're feeling better, Cathy?
                             (to Albrecht)
                         I must admit your island is
                         peaceful enough. Even I have
                         relaxed..
                             (smiling)
                         In fact, I feel quite exhausted.

               He lifts his hand to his forehead.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                             (concerned)
                         Perhaps you should rest for a
                         little while, Mr. St. Aubyn.

               St. Aubyn dismisses the suggestion with a gesture.

                                   CATHY
                             (to Oliver)
                         Pappa is so strong. Not a bit like
                         me. Even as a child, I was
                         delicate. Then Mamma died, everyone
                         thought I should die, too.

               Oliver smiles politely but avoids the invitation to
               flirtation. Instead, he turns to Thea.

                                   OLIVER
                         Thea, you've hardly said a
                         word all through dinner.
                             (troubledly)
                         I feel something strange in
                         the house —— cold.

               The General turns to look at Thea, his eyes sombre and
               questioning.

                                   GENERAL
                         You're afraid because Mr. Jacks is
                         upstairs.

                                   THEA
                             (shaking her head)
                         The dead are dead.. They can
                         do no harm.

               Albrecht moves to get up from the table.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         Miss Thea complains of the cold.
                         Let's go to the fire.

               The guests rise and the men stand back as Cathy, Thea and
               Miss Wollsten go out of scene, towards the other end of the
               large room. Albrecht who has drawn glasses and a wine bottle
               towards him, lifts one of the glasses toward St. Aubyn
               questioningly.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         St.  Aubyn?

                                   ST. AUBYN
                             (shaking his head)
                         An excellent wine, no doubt, but it
                         has rather a curious brassy taste
                         in my mouth. No I really quite
                         tired.

               An alert, speculative look comes into Albrecht's face as he
               watches St. Aubyn move out of scene.

               MED. SHOT, Cathy, Thea and Miss Wollsten have seated
               themselves around the brazier, Miss Wollsten already at work
               on her interminable embroidery. St. Aubyn passes them, going
               to the staircase in b.g. Miss Wollsten looks up and watches
               him anxiously. Cathy also looks up.

                                   CATHY
                         Good night, Pappa.

               St. Aubyn smiles at her, with an effort, and starts slowly up
               the stairs.

               INT. UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - NIGHT

               ANGLE SHOT of St. Aubyn coming up the stairs. A few steps
               from the top, he stops; falters and almost loses his balance.
               He clutches at the balustrade to save himself from falling.
               For a second, he stands there almost doubled over, his face
               drawn from a sudden onslaught of pain. Then he straightens
               himself with an effort and pulls himself slowly up the
               remaining steps. At the head of the stairs, he goes past
               camera. CAMERA PANS TO show him start down the murky
               corridor, staggering as if he were drunk. He hesitates, then
               turns and lurches to the third door at the left, opens it and
               goes in.

               MED. CLOSE SHOT. Albrecht, Oliver and the General, at the
               table, are watching St. Aubyn's o.s. exit. They speak in
               whispers.

                                   GENERAL
                         Did you hear what Thea said --
                         as if she knew what threatens
                         us.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         That's impossible. I told them
                         Jacks died of a sudden heart
                         attack, probably brought on by over
                         drinking.

                                   GENERAL
                         Did your servant got word to
                         Dr. Drossos?

               Albrecht picks up the wine bottle and the glasses.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (nodding)
                         Dr. Drossos should be here any
                         hour now.

               WIDER ANGLE. Cathy and Thea are paying no attention to the
               men across the room, but Miss Wollsten is watching them
               covertly. As the men start across to the brazier, Albrecht
               carrying the bottle and glasses, she gathers together her
               embroidery and stands up.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         If you'll forgive me...I've letters
                         to write.

               The others call out "good night" to her as she crosses to the
               stairs and begins to ascend. Albrecht and the General go to a
               small table, where Albrecht puts down the bottle and glasses.
               Oliver joins Cathy and Thea.

                                   CATHY
                             (to Oliver)
                         I've just been admiring Thea's
                         headdress. I think I shall have
                         a hat made like it a little round
                         cap with a veil ——

               Oliver, scarcely hearing her prattle, looks off toward the
               now empty staircase.

               INT.  UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - NIGHT

               Miss Wollsten comes up the stairs. She hesitates a moment at
               the first door on her left and then walks past it and goes
               down to the third door. She knocks. There is no answer. She
               opens the door. The room is dark. She goes in.

                                                       DISSOLVE

               INT. MAIN ROOM - NIGHT

               The General and Albrecht sit drinking. Albrecht is showing
               the old soldier a Grecian helmet. The General holds it in his
               hands, studying it carefully and with something close to
               affection.

               Cathy and Thea are standing with Oliver at the foot of the
               stairs.

                                   CATHY
                         Good night, Oliver.

                                   OLIVER
                         Sleep well.

               The two girls, start up the stairs,Oliver looking after them
               pityingly.

                                   CATHY
                             (over her shoulder)
                         You're not leaving tomorrow..?

                                   OLIVER
                         I think not.

               Thea half turns to look back at Oliver; a long sweeping look.

               Thea and Cathy continue upstairs and Oliver turns back to
               where the other two men arc seated.

                                                       DISSOLVE

               INT. MAIN ROOM - NIGHT

               The General and Albrecht are still sitting together.

               Oliver stands near them.

                                   GENERAL
                         Until we know, what choice is
                         there? We have to stay.

                                   OLIVER
                         But the war, the army —— they
                         need you.

                                   GENERAL
                         Better no general than one
                         carrying the plague.

                                   OLIVER
                         We still don't know that it's the
                         plague ——

                                   GENERAL
                             (adamantly)
                         Dr. Drossos will tell us. We
                         will know what to do then.

               Oliver gives a little shrug of resignation and walks a few
               steps into the room, head down, hands in his pockets.

               Then he turns, grinning ruefully. -

                                   OLIVER
                         I wonder if my editor's psychic?
                         Reports from the Greek front are
                         going to be a little vague.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (chuckling)
                         Or even spirit messages from
                         the next world.

               Oliver's eyes widen and then he smiles quizzically at
               Albrecht.

                                   OLIVER
                             (nods thoughtfully)
                         I suppose a war correspondent
                         could get the plague.
                             (cheerfully)
                         Well, I'd better try for some sleep
                         —- while I'm alive to enjoy it.
                         Good night, gentlemen.

               He starts for the stairs. The CAMERA DOLLIES WITH him, then
               PANS WITH him as he climbs.

               INT. THE CORRIDOR - NIGHT

               Oliver comes up onto the landing and starts down the
               corridor. Suddenly, a shadowy form materializes from the
               darkness and a voice whispers to him.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         Mr. Davis -—

               Oliver, startled, stops and stares.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         Will you help me? Mr. St. Aubyn
                         is ill —- very ill

                                   OLIVER
                             (starting forward)
                         His room is down here, isn't it?

               INT. GIRLS' BEDROOM - NIGHT

               MED. FULL SHOT. Both girls are in their beds and both seem to
               be asleep.

               CLOSE SHOT — Cathy. She sleeps soundly.

               CLOSE SHOT — Thea. She is wide awake listening to the sound
               of excited footsteps in the hall. Thea looks toward the door.

               INSERT	THE BOTTOM OF THE DOOR FRAME AND THE FLOOR. Light
               passes the door. There is darkness then more light goes past.

               MED. CLOSE SHOT — Thea. She rises to one elbow and waits for
               a moment, watching the closed door. Then she swings her feet
               to the floor and begins to reach for a wrapper which hangs at
               the foot of the bed. She puts it on, stands up and starts
               tiptoeing across the room, CAMERA PANNING WITH her.  CAMERA
               HALTS as Thea pauses at the foot of Cathy's bed. She looks at
               the motionless figure of the sleeping Cathy. Then, CAMERA
               PANNING WITH her again, she goes to the door and stands
               there, listening.

               INT. THE CORRIDOR - NIGHT

               DOLLY SHOT. Albrecht and the dapper, uniformed figure of Dr.
               Drossos come down the corridor. The CAMERA DOLLIES BEFORE
               them.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         If he's not dead, he's certainly
                         a sick man.

               Albrecht and Dr. Drossos turn at St. Aubyn's door and go in~

               INT. ST. AUBYN'S ROOM - NIGHT

               Oliver and the General are standing at the foot of St.
               Aubyn's bed. Miss Wollsten stands near the head of the bed,
               looking down at the motionless figure of the consul. Albrecht
               and Dr. Drossos enters Dr. Drossos nods to the General and
               crosses to the bed.  While the others wait tensely, he feels
               the man's pulse. He shakes his head and takes hold of the
               blanket's edge, to pull it up over the dead man's face.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                             (fighting hysteria)
                         No. No. I won't believe it.
                         He's not dead.

                                   GENERAL
                         This is Dr. Drossos, chief medical
                         officer of my division.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         I don't care who he is. He
                         doesn't know.	He can't tell ——

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                             (pityingly)
                         I'll make any test you want.
                         Look.

               Dr. Drossos plucks a feather from the pillow, a little curl
               of fluff,and holds it before St. Aubyn's mask-like face.

               INSERT	THE FEATHER at St. Aubyn's face.

               It doesn't move.

                                                       BACK TO SCENE:

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                             (stubbornly)
                         He's not dead. I tell you he's
                         not dead.

               Dr. Drossos sighs. He turns and picks up a hand mirror from
               the chest of drawers behind him.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                         If there is the finest breath
                         of life it will cloud a mirror.

               He takes a handkerchief from his pocket and carefully
               polishes the mirror to clarity, then holds it before the dead
               mouth. He turns the unclouded mirror, so that the others may
               observe it.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                         You see?

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                             (clinging desperately to
                              her delusion)
                         The breath can stop, the heart can
                         stop —— it still doesn't mean
                         death. Men have lived --

               Dr. Drossos nods with approval. Being entirely devoid of
               sentiment, his manner is that of a teacher answering the
               argument of a particularly bright student.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                         Quite right. In cataleptic trance,
                         a man may live for days with no
                         visible sign of life. The breath
                         suspended,the heartbeat stilled--
                             (looking down at St.
                              Aubyn)
                         But this man is dead.

               Dr. Drossos turns away to replace the mirror on the chest of
               drawers. As he does so, Oliver steps forward and starts to
               pull the blanket over the dead man's face. Again, Miss
               Wollsten stops it.

                                   GENERAL
                         What difference does it make?
                         Covered or uncovered, the eyes see
                         no more.

               As he speaks, the General starts toward the door.

               INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT

               CLOSE SHOT ON closed door of St. Aubyn's room. The door opens
               and the General starts to step into the corridor. He is
               suddenly motionless, obviously arrested by something he sees.
               CAMERA DRAWS ASIDE TO disclose Thea. The girl evidently is
               frozen in the act of trying to slip away. She starts to put
               her hand to her throat, but, as she is not wearing the
               necklace, fumbles nervously with the collar of her robe.
               Then, still under the General's relentless stare, she goes
               back to her room. At this moment, Oliver comes out of St.
               Aubyn's room. He looks down the corridor, then worriedly back
               to the General. Albrecht and Dr. Drossos also come out and
               the four men start toward the stairs.

               INT. ST. AUBYN'S ROOM - NIGHT

               Miss Wollsten stands looking down at St. Aubyn, then suddenly
               she takes from her bodice a long embroidery needle  Still
               gazing intently into his face, she jabs the needle deep into
               the dead man's arm. There is no reaction in the marble set of
               the corpse's face.

               Miss Wollsten pulls the blanket over the dead man's face and
               suddenly bursts out weeping, burying her face in her hands.

                                                       DISSOLVE

               INT. MAIN ROOM - DAY

               Morning sunlight pours in through the windows. Cathy sits
               near the door, crying delicately into a lace handkerchief.
               Thea stands beside her. Thea's expression betrays grief, but
               it is the controlled and dignified grief of the peasant who
               knows death as intimately as life and is equally at peace
               with both. Near them is Miss Wollsten, stony-faced and
               composed. Oliver is seated on the table, swinging his feet.
               The General stands in the open doorway looking toward the
               sea. Dr. Drossos and Albrecht stand together in the center of
               the group.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                         We are faced with a very serious
                         form of plague. Its first symptoms
                         are dizziness, nausea, weakness,
                         inability to focus the eyes or
                         control the limbs. This is followed
                         by acute spasms, sometimes
                         blindness, and finally, in moat
                         cases, death.

                                   CATHY
                             (frantically)
                         I don't want to hear any more.
                         You can't keep me here. This
                         horrible island —— it has cost me
                         my father —— it will kill all of
                         us.

               The General turns his head and looks at Cathy without
               emotion.

                                   GENERAL
                             (implacably)
                         I will not have the plague carried
                         to my troops. No one leaves here
                         —not you, not I, not anyone.

               Oliver goes over to the distraught and weeping Cathy, putting
               his hand on her shoulder sympathetically.

                                   OLIVER
                         The doctor only wants us to know 
                         the worst, for our own good.
                         Besides, he holds out some hope --

               Oliver turns to Dr. Drossos, who nods slowly.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                         If the wind shifts, if the sirocco
                         blows -- the hot wind from the
                         South -- all danger will be over in
                         twenty-four hours.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (to Drossos gentle
                              mockery)
                         Good winds and bad winds!

               Albrecht goes to the table.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                             (patiently)
                         The disease is transmitted by fleas
                         and their bodies are eighty percent
                         moisture. The hot wind literally
                         burns them away.

               Albrecht takes the bronze trident from the figure of Poseidon
               and fingers it thoughtfully as he speaks?

                                   ALBRECHT
                         The ancient Greeks had just as good
                         an explanation -- that the gods
                         sent the plague to punish mortals
                         for harboring Vrykolaka --

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                             (impatiently)
                         They used to believe that sort of
                         thing in the mountain villages.
                         Some still do --

               He glances at the General and then at Thea.

                                   GENERAL
                             (with serious
                              determination)
                         I do not.

               Albrecht, still holding the trident, walks over to the open
               doorway where the General stands. Miss Wollsten gets to her
               feet suddenly and faces the men with a look of scorn, almost
               of hatred.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                             (to Drossos)
                         If you have nothing more to tell
                         us, will you excuse me —-

               Dr. Drossos bows and Miss Wollsten crosses the room to the
               staircase.

               CLOSE SHOT. At the foot of the staircase Miss Wollsten turns
               with one of her curious, inimicable glances, then begins to
               climb the stairs.

               MED. SHOT - on remaining group.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                         She's right. This is hardly the
                         time to bandy old tales.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         I have lived long enough to doubt
                         everything -- which is to say, I
                         believe everything, a little.

               Albrecht goes to the table and replaces the trident.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                         You're just talking nonsense.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         Let us put it to the test. Protect
                         yourself with every scientific
                         precaution you can think of. I'll
                         go out on the cliff and build a
                         votive fire to Hermes -- not that I
                         believe in him any more than I do
                         in Science.

               Dr. Drossos gives a little snort of disdain.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (smiles)
                         We will see who is the first to
                         die.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                             (smiling wryly)
                         Very well. I'll wager a dinner.

                                                       DISSOLVE OUT

                                                       DISSOLVE IN

               EXT. RUINS - NIGHT

               It is a moonlit night and the cypress trees cast deep shadows
               across the marble flooring of the terrace.
               From somewhere on the island, possibly played by one of the
               servants, comes the sound of a Greek bagpipe blatting its
               shrill and mournful music into the still air.

               The CAMERA is set up TO TAKE IN the balcony from one end.
               Thea, Oliver and Cathy are together. Cathy is stretched out
               on a settee with a robe over her knees. Oliver and Thea stand
               together near one of the pillars.

                                   OLIVER
                             (commiseratingly)
                         I know it must be hard. But you
                         have relatives in London --you've
                         got a whole world of living, ahead
                         of you --

                                   CATHY
                             (on the verge of the tears
                              which are so easy for
                              her)
                         No one can take my father's place.

               She gropes around as if looking for something.

                                   CATHY
                         My handkerchief -— I think I must
                         have lost it —- perhaps when we
                         were in the grove.
                             (with a preemptory note)
                         Thea!

               Thea bestirs herself out of whatever reverie has held her.

                                   THEA
                         I'll find it.

               She starts off toward the right. Oliver looks at her.

                                   OLIVER
                         You can't go down there alone - -

               He takes a few quick, long strides and catches up with her.
               Cathy is left completely alone. She looks off at the other
               two and her customary expression of weak helplessness quickly
               changes to one of anger. She is so intent that she does not
               notice Miss Wollsten rise from a chair in the b  g., walk
               through the deep shadows cast by the cypress trees and come
               noiselessly to stand beside her. Miss Wollsten has to speak
               to gain her attention.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         Cathy --

               Cathy looks around at her inquiringly, somewhat startled.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         I wish I didn't have such bitter
                         knowledge of you, Cathy.

                                   CATHY
                         Whet do you mean?

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         They were talking about the
                         Vrykolakas this morning. Cathy,
                         that's what you are —— a weak,
                         pale, half-dead thing that drains
                         all the life and joy from those who
                         want to live.

                                   CATHY
                             (haughtily; in an attempt
                              to put Miss Wollsten in
                              her place)
                         Miss Wollsten!

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         You and your mysterious illness.
                         A new attack everytime you are
                         crossed — everytime you can't
                         get your own way.

               Cathy tries to interrupt, but Miss Wollsten goes on
               ruthlessly.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         Your father knew it too. But he
                         was never sure how much was
                         pretense.

                                   CATHY
                             (flaring up)
                         How do you know what my father
                         thought - -

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                             (disregarding her)
                         Your father loved me.  He wanted to
                         marry me. But he was afraid of
                         hurting the gentle, delicate Cathy.
                         You spoiled his life ——you've
                         ruined mine ——

                                   CATHY
                         You were father's secretary -—
                         I never thought - -

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         Didn't you? But now -- what are you
                         thinking now?

               She points over the balustrade toward the cypress grove
               below.

                                   CATHY
                         What would I be thinking?

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         Mr. Davis seems a good prospect
                         ——young handsome, sympathetic --
                         ready to listen to you and feel
                         sorry for you - -

                                   CATHY
                         What if he is?

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                             (disregarding her) )
                         But Thea -- She stands in your way.
                         I know you. I know your little
                         hints —— the way you can turn the
                         truth into a lie --

                                   CATHY
                         Why, I'm fond of Thea.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         You're planing something, Cathy..
                         But I won't let you —- I'll warn
                         them against you.

                                   CATHY
                         You will not say one single word. 
                         I know your secret.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         That your father and I ——

                                   CATHY
                         No. I mean your other secret -—	the
                         one you kept bidden even from my
                         father. That old doctor in London --
                         he told me.

               She faces her triumphantly.	Miss Wollsten shrinks and turns
               away. Cathy stands looking after her smiling, then turns and
               walks to the edge of the ruins and looks down into the grove.

               EXT. THE CYPRESS GROVE - NIGHT

               Only trickles of moonlight come through the pendulous
               branches and thick boles of these dark trees. The CAMERA
               TRACKS TO a space between two of the largest trees, a space
               which seems filled only with shadow and moonlight, but as IT
               MOVES IN CLOSER, Oliver and Thea are disclosed, embracing.
               They break apart. She starts to turn from him but he takes
               her hand and turns her so that she faces him.

                                   OLIVER
                         Thea.

               She allows him to draw her back.

               CLOSE SHOT — over Oliver's shoulder at Thea's face. He cups
               his hand around her chin so that she looks up at him. Her
               eyes are wet with tears.

                                   OLIVER
                         You're crying. Why?

                                   THEA
                             (simply)
                         I don't know. Everything's so mixed
                         up --

                                   OLIVER
                             (smiling)
                         Everything's so simple. I like you.

               Thea smiles at him affectionately, but then her face clouds
               again and she looks away from him.

                                   OLIVER
                         What's bothering you, Thea? Is it
                         the General?

                                   THEA
                         Sometimes when he looks at me in
                         that strange way, I'm afraid of
                         him.

                                   OLIVER
                         Don't let it trouble you. He's an
                         old man and these last few days
                         have been a terrible strain on him.
                         He won't harm you.

               She makes a pathetic attempt at a smile. He puts his arms
               around her protectively and they kiss. Slowly they break from
               their embrace and together they start up the path.

               ANOTHER ASPECT OF THE GROVE - NIGHT

               This is at a point where a narrow flight of marble stairs
               come clown from above 	The CAMERA is on the stairs, FOCUSED ON
               the path.	Oliver and Thea walk in silence, their hands
               clasped.	They come slowly up the path.

               ANOTHER ANGLE - MED. CLOSE SHOT - Thea and Oliver suddenly
               look up.

               EXT. STAIRS - NIGHT

               General Pherides stands there, erect and silent, looking up
               with an expression which is hard to fathom.

               THREE SHOT. Nervous and embarrassed, Thea disengages her hand
               from Oliver's.

                                   OLIVER
                         You gave us quite a start --
                         standing there.

               The General is silent. Thea moves rapidly toward the stairs,
               carefully avoiding physical contact with the General as she
               goes past him. He does not turn to look at her, but as Oliver
               moves to follow her, the General puts a restraining hand on
               his arm. Then, without a word, he steps down onto the path
               and starts along it toward the shore. Oliver looks at him in
               puzzlement, shrugs and then follows him.

               EXT. GROVE - NIGHT

               The two men walk silently through the grove. At the edge of
               the grove on the shoreward side of the island the General and
               Oliver come out from beneath the trees and emerge onto the
               beach below the figure of Cerberus. The General seats himself
               on a block of stone, looking out toward the sea. Oliver
               stands near him. The General points out across the water.

               LONG SHOT - MATTE. The General in the f.g. points to the camp
               fires burning on the hills of the opposite shore.,

                                   GENERAL
                         Tomorrow they move on to engage the
                         enemy —— to beat him back across
                         the Bosphorus.

               CLOSE SHOT - the General has his sabre between his knees and
               is resting his two hands upon it; a melancholy and mournful
               figure. His eyes are fixed on the distant camp fires.

               (Note: See famous World-Wide photograph of King Ferdinand of
               Bulgaria, taken after the defeat of the Bulgarian armies in
               1917.)

                                   OLIVER
                         It's hard going, General. You
                         wanted to lead them. Here you are
                         quarantined just because you wanted
                         to pray at your wife's side —— and
                         even her body is gone.

               The General looks over.

                                   GENERAL
                             (musing)
                         Thea is so like her —— in every
                         feature ——

                                   OLIVER
                             (rather pleased)
                         If she looked like Thea, she must
                         have been beautiful.

               The General takes a deep breath and sighs, remembering other
               days.

                                   GENERAL
                         She was beautiful. There was blood
                         between her family and my kin. But
                         that did not stop me from taking
                         her when I saw her beauty, nor did
                         it stop her from loving me.

                                   OLIVER
                         How did she die?

                                   GENERAL
                         I don' t know. When I was gone the
                         people from her village came to my
                         home seeking vengeance. They bore
                         her away with them. Months later
                         she came back ——pale -- sick -- she
                         died --

               There is a long silence. Oliver stirs restlessly.

                                   OLIVER
                         Is this what you wanted to speak to
                         me about?

                                   GENERAL
                         In a way -- this girl, Thea.
                         You must stay away from her.

                                   OLIVER
                         I had a notion you had become
                         self—appointed chaperone lately —
                         why?

                                   GENERAL
                         You are my friend.

                                   OLIVER
                         And I'm your friend —— but that
                         doesn't explain why you are always
                         trying to come between Thea and me?

                                   GENERAL
                         If I told you —— you wouldn't
                         believe me -- but this much I can
                         tell you —— the girl is dangerous
                         to you. Take a friend's advice --
                         an old man' s advice -- leave her
                         alone -—

                                   OLIVER
                             (turning away; indignant)
                         That's ridiculous -- Thea's lovely,
                         gentle —-

                                   GENERAL
                             (earnestly)
                         Listen to what I say --

                                   OLIVER
                         When you make sense I'll listen.

               He starts off, up the path through the grove, the General
               follows him.

               EXT  THE GROVE - NIGHT

               Oliver, followed by the General, passes through the grove.

               EXT. THE RUINS - NIGHT

               Cathy still sits in the moonlight. Oliver and the General
               come into the ruins.

                                   OLIVER
                         Where's Thea?

                                   CATHY
                         I think she went to bed —— I saw
                         her going toward the house

               Oliver makes a vague gesture of disappointment and sits down
               beside Cathy.

               While Cathy was speaking, the General had turned to look	down
               into the grove. He still stands looking down among the trees.

               EXT  THE GROVE - NIGHT

               LONG SHOT — of Thea passing between the trees, looking for
               Oliver.

               EXT  THE RUINS - NIGHT

               MED. CLOSE SHOT - The General. Oliver and Cathy can be seen
               behind him.

                                   GENERAL
                             (in a low voice)
                         Let the doctor guard us against the
                         plague —- I shall stand guard
                         against the other things -- the
                         things we cannot understand.

               MED. FULL SHOT, favoring Oliver and. Cathy. They both look up
               in surprise at the General. He looks at them and then stalks
               off into the darkness toward the house. Cathy watches him.

                                                       FADE OUT

                                                       FADE IN

               MONTAGE OF TIDES - tide running in and out -- day and night,
               over the sound of Grecian reed pipes, and a voice singing
               "The Lament of Konos,' the lament that describes how life
               comes in and goes out with the tides of the sea.

               EXT. RUINS - DAY

               A Greek brazier on a tripod stands before the portal facing
               the sea. A fire burns in the brazier and Albrecht stands
               beside it with a handful of twigs which he is about to put on
               the fire. Dr. Drosssos stands watching him.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (turning to him)
                         I suppose you want to hear my
                         prayer to Hermes.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                         I just came to see if your prayer
                         would entertain me as much as my
                         medicine seems to amuse you.

               Albrecht turns his hand and lets the remaining twigs fall
               onto the fire. It burns up with a bright flame, then a thin
               column of black smoke ascends. He lifts his hands upward in
               the Grecian attitude of prayer.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (teasingly)
                         You're too late, my friend. I have
                         already made my prayers. And how
                         about your scientific efforts?

               Dr. Drossos steps forward, bends to pick up some twigs which
               are beside the brazier and puts them on the fire.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                             (dryly)
                         Also too late. I owe you a dinner.

               AS the meaning of this sinks in, Albrecht's bantering manner
               disappears.

                                   ALBRECHT
                             (concerned) )
                         You feel the symptoms?

                                   ALBRECHT
                         My friend -- what can one say --

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                         You can have your servants prepare
                         a dinner. That is the way I'll meet
                         my old- familiar enemy -- Death --I
                         have fought him before. I've won
                         often. Now he wins. Let him come
                         for me at my own banquet.

               DISSOLVE

               INT. THE MAIN ROOM - NIGHT

               FULL SHOT. The little rays of oil lamps which illuminated the
               room during the dinner have been replaced by a great central
               lamp, also oil-burning. The long table is in a pool of
               brilliance; tongues of light from the manifold wicks of the
               lamp flicker into the outer dimness of the room. As the
               dinner is almost over, there remain on the table only bowls
               of fruit and dates, wine glasses and the many wine jugs and
               bottles, some of them empty. At one end of the table sit Dr.
               Drossos, as host, Miss Wollsten, Albrecht and the General. At
               the opposite end, as if drawn apart by their mutual youth,
               are Cathy, Thea and Oliver. On the stairs sits the man
               servant of Albrecht and his bagpipe under his arm.
               Out of this hairy apparatus he is coaxing folk melodies of
               his native hills. The woman servant, dressed in gay national
               costume, waits on the table.

               MED. SHOT of Dr. Drossos and group at one end of the table.
               Dr. Drossos refills Miss Wollsten's glass and carries the
               bottle to his own glass with an unsteady hand.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                             (thickly)
                         When I was a young man, I
                         prescribed moderation in all
                         things. Especially wine.

               Dr. Drossos fills his glass to the brim and then continues
               pouring, so that the bright liquid spills over onto the
               table. Miss Wollsten laughs softly and a little drunkenly and
               Albrecht takes the bottle out of the doctor's hand, setting
               it upright again. The General smiles and picks up his wine
               glass.

                                   GENERAL
                         When I was young a man was measured
                         by the skins of wine he could
                         empty.

               Albrecht looks toward the other end of the table and lifts
               his glass.

               NED. CLOSE SHOT of Cathy, Thea and Oliver. They are sitting
               with their heads close together, in intimate conversation.
               Cathy and Oliver are smiling gaily. Thea smiles, too, but
               rather puzzledly as if the conversation eluded her. Oliver is
               speaking in a very low tone, almost whispering. Plainly, the
               wine has had an effect

                                   OLIVER
                             (mockly melodramatic)
                         And then - - the Vrykolaka will get
                         you, if you don't watch out...

               Cathy, more animated than we have ever seen her between the
               wine and her growing interest in Oliver, starts to laugh.

                                   CATHY
                         Oh, no -— it's too delicious!
                         You're making it up!

                                   OLIVER
                         On my word! That's what they
                         believe.

                                   THEA
                             (smiling but distressed)
                         Please.. You shouldn't laugh --

                                   OLIVER
                             (teasing her)
                         You see? Thea believes it, too!

               Cathy turns to Thea. Where Oliver's teasing is good-tempered,
               her mocking laughter has an edge of malice to it.

                                   CATHY
                         Tell me about them, Thea. They have
                         great wings end long teeth --

                                   OLIVER
                             (embellishing)
                         Sharp, shiny teeth -- and they
                         creep up to your bed --

                                   CATHY
                         Closer and closer —- until they
                         bite into your throat!

               As she says it, Cathy's fingers dart out and touch Thea's
               throat. Thea gives a little muffled cry and throws herself
               back from Cathy. Cathy and Oliver both burst out laughing,
               leaning close together, sharing their childish joke.

                                   CATHY
                         Oh, my poor simple Thea!
                             (to Oliver)
                         Did you ever see anything so
                         ludicrous?

               Thea, frightened by the conversation and unhappy because
               Oliver and Cathy have been making fun of her, starts to get
               up from the table.

               MED. SHOT of table, including both groups, with Oliver, Cathy
               and Thea in the background. As Thea stands up, Dr. Drossos
               leans forward, peering down the table towards her.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                         Thea! Come here!

               The others turn to look at the girl as she obeys the summons.

                                   DR. DROSSOS 
                         Look at her. Warm, beautiful -
                         alive. Drink with me, Thea -—
                         Drink to my old enemy, who wins at
                         last --

               As Thea comes to stand beside him, Dr. Drossos picks up
               Albrecht's wine glass and hands it to her. Thea obediently
               drinks. In silence they watch her drain the glass, her head
               going back slowly. It is a beautiful, a pagan gesture.

                                   GENERAL
                             (almost to himself)
                         There is only one place where the
                         women bewitch one with their
                         beauty.

               CLOSE SHOT of Thea as she starts singing. It's a primitive,
               sensuous song and Thea's whole body seems to respond..

               MED. CLOSE SHOT of Oliver and Cathy, watching Thea. It is
               obvious that Oliver is bewitched; his eyes follow every move
               the girl makes. Cathy steals a glance at him.

               ANOTHER ANGLE as Thea sings; she moves toward Oliver in a
               series of slow steps. As she comes closer to him, she starts
               to smile, a slow dreamlike smile that seems to well up from
               some deep inner joy. Oliver leans forward, drawn by the girl,
               until as she comes within reach he puts out his hand to take
               her arm. Her smile quivers into a little laugh, at once
               childish and enticing. She eludes him. At this moment, her
               song ends. While the	others applaud, she crosses to the
               door. There, she stops abruptly.

               CLOSEUP of Thea, looking across the room at Oliver. Her face,
               flushed and alive, is a frank invitation, almost innocent in
               its candid admission of desire. Then she slowly turns her
               head away.

               CLOSE SHOT of Oliver as Thea slips out the door in the b.g.
               He gets to his feet. Cathy puts out her hand to hold him back
               but he doesn't even see it. As Oliver walks past the table
               unsteadily, the General gets to his feet and blocks his way.
               Oliver pushes him aside impatiently.

                                   OLIVER
                         Everything's dead in here, dead and
                         empty.
                             (gesturing toward the
                              door)
                         Out there; the night is alive.

               He continues across and goes out through the door.

                                   CATHY
                             (starting for the door;
                              harshly)
                         Someone should go with him. He's
                         has had too much to drink.

               Suddenly Miss Wollsten laughs. Cathy whirls around to stare
               at her angrily. Miss Wollsten returns the stare.

                                   MISS WOLLSTEN
                         I think Thea is steady enough for
                         both. She has not had too much to
                         drink.

               The General looks at her with hatred and crosses back to his
               chair and sits down. Miss Wollsten, with a smile, turns and
               goes upstairs.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                             (almost incoherently)
                         Don't go. You are leaving me, you
                         are all leaving me --

               Albrecht, instantly concerned, gets up and bonds over the
               dying man.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         I'm here. The General is here. You
                         are not alone.

                                   DR. DROSSOS
                             (with a last spurt of
                              strength)
                         I must meet him with laughter -
                         with songs and laughter -- to
                         show him I am not afraid --

               With the last words, Dr. Drossos catches up his wine glass,
               but, before he can lift it to his lips he begins to slump in
               his chair. The echo of his final challenge dies. The General
               steps quickly to his side.

                                   ALBRECHT
                         He is dying.

               Dr. Drossos doubles up in his chair and falls limply forward
               across the table. His hand relaxes and the wine glass falls,
               the wine spilling out with the doctor's life.

                                   GENERAL
                             (slowly)
                         When she stood beside him, I knew.
                         I could feel death in the room.

                                                       FADE OUT

                                                       FADE IN

               EXT. RUINS - DAY

               MED. SHOT — Cathy, alone, paces the little terrace outside
               the house. It is evident that she is disturbed and agitated
               by something. After a moment, the sound of Thea's voice,
               singing, comes into the still morning air. Cathy stops,
               listening.

               CLOSER SHOT of Cathy, her face hardening with angry jealousy
               as she listens to Thea's clear, sweet song. Oliver comes into
               the ruins. Cathy turns as Oliver comes toward her, smiling as
               he looks off in the direction of the singing.

                                   CATHY
                             (emotionally)
                         Oliver --

               Oliver's smile fades into concern as he comes up to take
               Cathy's hand in quick sympathy.

                                   OLIVER
                         What is it, Cathy? What's the
                         matter?

               MED. CLOSE SHOT of Cathy and Oliver. The singing continues
               over this entire scene, sometimes louder, sometimes fainter,
               as if Thea were strolling about the island.

               Cathy's expression is distraught and she clings to Oliver's
               hand.

                                   CATHY
                         My father -- I'm alone, Oliver,
                         completely alone!

                                   OLIVER
                             (tenderly)
                         Poor Cathy --

                                   CATHY
                             (with rising hysteria)
                         Last night Dr. Drossos -- today you
                         or I -- oh, no, Oliver, it can't be
                         you, I couldn't stand it.

               Cathy, clutching Oliver's hand tightly, leans toward him
               yearningly. Oliver, beginning to find her emotionalism
               awkward and a little distasteful, is deliberately matter-of
               fact now.

                                   OLIVER
                         There's no reason to decide
                         any of us are going to die.

                                   CATHY
                         If only we could get away - - you
                         and I. The others are strangers,
                         they mean nothing to me

               Struck by this callousness, Oliver's face loses the last
               trace of sympathy for Cathy.

                                   CATHY (CONT'D)
                             (feverishly)
                         We have to get away, we have to
                         live. I have no one in the world --
                         you must stay with me, care for me—

               Making an effort to control his instinctive aversion to her
               closeness, Oliver takes hold of her arms and pulls them away,
               at the same time stepping back from her. He smiles at her,
               trying to return their relationship to a normal footing.

                                   OLIVER
                         We'll talk later, when you're
                         yourself again.

               Cathy still stands motionless and Oliver walks away in the
               direction of Thea's singing, which now comes over the scene
               clearly. CAMERA REMAINS on Cathy, as she watches him go. Her
               face contorts and she starts weeping with rage and
               frustration. Abruptly, she turns and starts off.

               EXT  THE LANDING OUTSIDE THE TUNNEL - DAY

               The General stands here, leaning on his sabre, looking toward
               the mainland from which comes the sound of cannonading.
               Behind him is a camp chair.

               EXT. THE MAINLAND - DAY - (MATTE SHOT)

               In the distance small puffs of smoke can be seen and the
               sound of canon fire comes from afar.

               EXT. THE LANDING OUTSIDE THE TUNNEL - DAY

               The General looks up at a little flag on a pole which has
               been erected nearby. It blows south, rippling and undulating
               in the brisk north wind. He turns to look back at the other
               shore. Cathy comes out of the tunnel. The General turns to
               her.

                                   CATHY
                             (looking at the flag)
                         The wind has not changed.

               He shakes his head. Cathy sinks down in the camp chair.	Her
               face still drawn from her emotional upset looks frighteningly
               exhausted.

                                   GENERAL
                             (compassionately)
                         Poor child. These must be horrible
                         days for you.

                                   CATHY
                         I'm so ill, I'm so exhausted -- I
                         almost don't care.

               The General looks at her with heightened attention.

                                   GENERAL
                         You look so pale this morning, as
                         if all your blood were drained