I Walked with a Zombie (1943)
Paul Holland: It's easy enough to read the thoughts of a newcomer. Everything seems beautiful because you don't understand. Those flying fish, they're not leaping for joy, they're jumping in terror. Bigger fish want to eat them. That luminous water, it takes its gleam from millions of tiny dead bodies. The glitter of putrescence. There is no beauty here, only death and decay.
Betsy Connell: You can't really believe that.
Paul Holland: Everything good dies here. Even the stars.
Ti-Joseph: Oh Lord God most holy, deliver them from the bitter pains of eternal death. The woman was a wicked woman, and she was dead in her own life. Yea lord, dead in the selfishness of her spirit. And the man followed her. Her steps led him down to evil, her feet took hold on death. Forgive him oh Lord, who knowest the secret of all hearts. Yea Lord, pity them who are dead, and give peace and happiness to the living.
Mrs. Rand: Don't worry about a sugar planter. Give him a horse and he'll ride to his own funeral.
Betsy Connell: [Betsy Connell and Mr. Holland are walking through the garden together] Why was the maid crying?
Paul Holland: I'm not sure I can make you understand.
[He stops and points at an odd-looking sculpture in the garden]
Paul Holland: Do you know what this is?
Betsy Connell: A figure of Saint Sebastian.
Paul Holland: Yes. But it was once the figurehead of a slave ship. That's where our people came from. From the misery and pain of slavery. For generations they found life a burden. That's why they still weep when a child is born and make merry at a burial... I've told you, Miss Connell: this is a sad place.
Betsy Connell: [first lines, narration] I walked with a zombie... sounds strange to say.
Betsy Connell: [Noticing Alma having difficulty trying to lead a stubborn horse] Alma, try it this way... Turn your back on him. You see, that's the way it is with a horse: you can't lead him and look at him at the same time.
Alma - Maid: [Chuckles] Sounds sorta' man-like, don't it?
Betsy Connell: Frankly, it was something of a shock to see my patient that way for the first time. Nobody had told me Mrs. Holland was a... mental case.
Paul Holland: A "mental case"?
Betsy Connell: I'm sorry...
Paul Holland: Why should you be? My wife IS a mental case. Please remember that, Miss Connell. Particularly when some of the foolish people on the island start regaling you with the local legends. You'll find superstition a contagious thing. Some people let it get the better of them. I don't think you will.
Betsy Connell: No.
Paul Holland: Come along. I'll introduce you to Dr. Maxwell and your patient.
Mrs. Rand: These people are primitive. Things that are natural to them might shock and horrify you.
Betsy Connell: I'm not easily frightened.
Mrs. Rand: That may be the pity of it.
Calypso Singer: There was a family that lived on the isle of St. Sebastian a long, long while / The head of the family was a Holland man and the younger brother, his name was Rand / Ah, woe! Ah, me! Shame and sorrow for the family / The Holland man he kept in a tower a wife as pretty as a big white flower. / She saw the brother and she stole his heart and that's how the badness and the trouble start / Ah, woe! Ah, me! Shame and sorrow for the family / The wife and the brother they want to go but the Holland man, he tell them no / The wife fall down and the evil came and it burned her mind in the fever flame / Ah, woe! Ah, me! Shame and sorrow for the family / Her eyes are empty and she cannot talk and a nurse has come to make her walk / The brothers are lonely and the nurse is young and now you must see that my song is sung / Ah, woe! Ah, me! Shame and sorrow for the family / Ah, woe! Ah, me! Shame and sorrow for the family