"[mysterious music playing]" " Dad, are you alright?" " Hmm." "What is it that happens?" "You never tell me." "I'm sorry, Alison." "You wouldn't understand." "You've got to stop these experiments." "After all these years of study at the university... how little I have actually learned." "I wish you'd take some rest." "Suppose the power for good dies, when the mind dies." "What if Shakespeare were right?" "That only the evil that men do lives after them." "Forgive me Allison, you came here for something?" " Didn't you find my message?" " Message?" "Uncle Ken called." "Ken?" "What did he want?" "Umm... he said he'd seen somebody named Tsantsas." "That isn't the way he would have said it." "What did my brother say exactly?" "You must remember!" "Well... maybe I misunderstood." "Is it that important?" "Alison..." "This is what the Jivaro Indians of Ecuador called Tsantsas." "But that can't possibly have anything to do with uncle Ken." "He doesn't know anything about your work or your experiments." "There's no way to get to him by plane." "The train will take two days." "Dad will arrive Thursday, Alison." "My brother will be here Thursday, Rogers." " Have the guest room ready." "[Rogers] Yes, sir." "[eerie music playing]" "[music builds]" "[gasps]" "[mysterious music playing]" "[car door closes] [doorbell rings]" "YES, sir?" "Lieutenant Rowan, Police Department." "Police?" "We received a call from a..." "Miss Alison Drake to look in here, she thought there might be trouble." "Trouble, yes!" "But none to concern the police of." "Well, you better let me decide that." "My master passed away last night sir." "Most unexpectedly." " Natural causes?" " Oh, yes." "The body is on its way to be embalmed." "But Dr. Bradford, his personal physician is still here if you care to talk to him." "Yes." "Dr. Bradford, this is lieutenant Rowan of the police." " Glad to know you, Doctor." " Lieutenant." "This is Dr. Zurich." "Dr. Zurich is a friend of the family." "But you're Mr. Drake's personal physician?" "Yes, that's right." "Dr. Zurich is an archaeologist." "He deals with the dead, not the living." "The butler here tells me that Mr. Drake died suddenly?" "It was a natural death." "Would you like to see the certificate?" "Yes, please." "Coronary occlusion, you sure?" "There is a long history of Cardiovascular failure in the Drake family." "Probably a congenital weakness, something in the heredity." "What makes you say that?" "For the last three generations, every male member of the Drake family has died in the same way." "And at almost the same age, 60." "Then an autopsy would be a waste of time." "And money." "It might help pin point the exact area of malfunction," "but..." " I see." "Miss Alison Drake told me... that the dead man had been worried about something to do with a... shrunken head." "That's strange." "Rogers found one of those horrible looking thing, hanging outside the window there last night." "You mean that head had something to do with Mr. Drake's death?" "It's a little preposterous, isn't it, Lieutenant?" "Sure, if Mr. Drake's had died naturally." "Do any of you know if this head represents a... superstition or something?" "I am familiar with Tsantsas." "Tsantsas?" "The Jivaro Indian name for shrunken heads." "I am considered something of an authority, on the Indian culture." "That is why Rogers sent for me, when... this was found, hanging in the window." "A particularly fine specimen." "Well, goodbye, Dr. Zurich." " Dr. Bradford." " Lieutenant." "I..." "I understand Jonathan Drake is expected here." "Yes, sir." "We are holding services for Mr. Kenneth Drake in the morning." "He should be here by then." "Well, tell him I was here, and if needs me for anything more, to please call me." "Certainly sir." "[car door closing]" "Leave the coffin in the living room, please." "That's where the services will be held." "[mysterious music playing]" "[car door closing]" "[doorbell]" "Mr. Jonathan!" " What is it, Rogers?" " Your brother, sir." "How did Ken die?" "Dr. Bradford said it was his heart, sir." "Jonathan, I'm glad you could get here." "George, are you sure it was his heart?" "Could it have been anything else?" "Jonathan, are you still trying to convince me about that ancient curse?" "I know what I am talking about." "It was a natural death, nothing else." "Why is the coffin closed?" "Your brother's face, sir, we thought it was better to keep the coffin closed." " Open it." " What?" "Open it, or I will." "Zutai." "Everything is ready." "Kenneth Drake, you have paid for the evil of your ancestors." " Alison." " How is he, doctor?" "Organically, perfectly sound, as nearly as I can determine." "But when a sensitive man like your father sustains such a shock at his age..." "He will be alright?" "He's been resting comfortably under sedation." "How are you feeling?" "I was Kenneth's only hope." "I was too late." "It's as I said, Alison." ""The evil that men do... lives after them."" "After what happened to Uncle Ken, do you think there could be some truth in what my father believes?" "Your father studied these things most of his life, Alison." "He'd know a great deal more about it than I would." "Miss Alison, there's a Lieutenant Rowan of the police" "waiting to see you." " Oh, yes." "You will call me if there is any change, won't you?" "Certainly." "The mutilation of your uncle's corpse makes it a criminal case." "Now all I have been getting so far is a lot of double talk." "Somebody's gotta come up with a few answers that make sense." "What do you think I can tell you?" "You called me about a shrunken head before your uncle died." "Okay." "Now, one of those heads was found in that window." "What made you think it might turn up?" "I only know that my... father was worried about his brother." "And that it had something to do with Tsantsas." "Just as I told you." "Miss Drake, just what is it you want me to think?" "I'm not sure, Lieutenant." "All I know is that I want you to find whoever it was, who did that thing to my uncle before it happens again." "[mysterious music playing]" "Zutai." "Zutai." "Next will be Jonathan Drake." "And then the curse will be finished." "All these years you must have wondered why your father chose to study the occult and the supernatural." "I've tried to understand." "I'd hoped that if I could learn enough," "I could someday destroy the curse on the Drake family." "Dad, please listen to me." "I know a lot of things have been happening that we can't explain." "But there will be an explanation." "Maybe even the police will find it." "But it can't have anything to do with the supernatural." "I just can't believe it." "I never really expected you to." "I had to live all my life, knowing exactly what was going to happen someday Alice." "It's been a heavy cross to bear." "Perhaps it has even prevented me from being the right kind of father to you." "I want to tell you now, I'm... terribly sorry." "Dad, you've been working too hard." "Why don't you take a rest?" "You could get some time off from the university." "I've always wanted to keep you from this." "Now I can't." "You've never been in the Drake family vault." " No." " Then it's time." "This is the only key to the vault." "From now on, you keep it." "[mysterious music playing]" "Since the house was built... this has been the final resting place for all the family." "With one exception." " Captain Wilfred Drake." " My great-great-grandfather." "Same thing happened to him, that happened to Kenneth." "The curse began with Captain..." "Wilfred, who had a training station on the upper Amazon." "When the Jivaro Indians kidnapped his Swiss agent," "Captain Wilfred led an expedition into the jungle to try and save him." "They found the agent alright." "He was at the Jivaro village." "The Indians had taken his head." "The captain and his men killed every Jivaro man and male child, except one." "The Chingui." "The witch doctor." "He escaped and hid in the jungle." "And he's the one who put the curse on every Drake male descendant." "My grandfather, Gilbert Drake... dropped dead on his 60th birthday." "Buried without a head." "My father, David Wilson Drake, buried a headless corpse, age 60." "And now, my brother." "Come." "I want to show you something." "The skulls were always returned to the vault, by someone or something." "How?" "No one knows." "Just the skulls, that's all." "The rest of the heads were missing." "There it is, finished." "Perfect." "Soon as you return this to the Drake family, you will be ready for Professor Jonathan Drake." " Glad you could come Lieutenant." " Trouble?" "Could we talk out here?" "I don't want my father to get alarmed." "Sure, we could go in the car." "[car door closing]" "Now, what's happened?" "Lieutenant, my father thinks... that he will be the next one to die." "Anybody threaten him?" "No, not directly." "Before I go on, I want you to understand that my father is an intelligent man." "Sure." "University professor for 27 years." "An authority in the field of the occult sciences." "He is 60 years old, his hobbies are" "Why did you get this information?" "I told you, it's a criminal case now." "We have to find out everything we can." "We checked on you too." "Just routine, you don't have to worry about it." "Thank you." "Now, what did you want to tell me about your father?" "He insists that there is a curse on the men of the Drake family." "Curses don't have anything to do with fact, Miss Drake." "When somebody mutilates a corpse, that's a fact." "Will you please listen to what I have to say, Lieutenant?" "Let me tell you exactly what my father thinks." "Okay..." "I'm in no rush." "Well, that's it, the whole story." "Do you still think there is a threat to my father's life?" "Can... can you get me into that vault?" "What good would it do?" "Well, I can answer that better when I have seen it." "Alright." "I'll get the key, but I don't want my father to know." "If you like, I'll go alone." "No, I'd rather be with you, than stay here." "Now that's your uncle's, alright?" "Just as you said." "And the skulls are where?" "In there." "Do you have the key?" "Did you say two skulls?" "Yes. my great-grandfather's and my grandfather's." "And your family had the only keys, and gave them to no one else?" "That's right, why?" "Look." "[gasping]" "Three skulls now." "Maybe now we know what happened to Kenneth Drake." "Let me bring you a glass of hot milk, sir." " It might help you sleep." " If you like." "Very good, sir." "[mysterious music playing]" "I brought you..." "Jeff, look!" "Hold it!" "[gunshot]" "[Zutai screams]" "Whatever it was, I must have hit him." "You stay here." "Miss Alison, can you come up, please?" "Your father!" "Jeff, come quick, please!" "Jeff, please!" "No sign of a pulse." "I'm afraid your father is beyond hope." "But he can't be." "Roger said he saw the man who was in here before" "The shock must have been too much for your father's heart." "Doctor... isn't that his blood on the pillow?" " A slight wound." " Just a scratch on his neck." "Didn't you say this Indian or whatever he was had a Stiletto?" "Yes, it was long and thin, sharp as a needle it looked." " Get that pillowcase off the bed" " Yes." "But why?" "I want to take it to the police lab, and have it analyzed." "Come on, Lee, come on!" "If that stuff is what I think it is," "Drake may be dying off poison right now." "How did you know?" "Yes, its poison, alright?" " Curare." " Curare?" "[dialing phone]" "We're not too late." "Hello, Rogers." "This is Lieutenant Rowan." "Put Dr. Bradford on for me." "The only people I know that use curare as poison are some Indians in South America." "Hmm, I don't get this." "Makes two of us." "Hello, Dr. Bradford." "Look, get Drake an Antidote for Curare poisoning as quick as you can." "No, it has nothing to do with his heart." "I'll be there soon." "In the meantime, make sure nobody touches anything in or around the house." "Thank you." "Attempted Murder?" "Get your equipment, I've got a job for you." "Alright." "Dave, I want a man posted at the Drake house 24 hours a day." "Right." "Ah!" "it's a nice place to visit, but I wouldn't wanna live here." "Where do you wanna get the prints?" "Over there." "See what you find on that." "If you find fingerprints on it, it means somebody has been getting in and out of this vault without a key." "If I do find some fingerprints, and if you don't find a way to get in and out of here, then what you're gonna think it was that put this skull back?" "You're beginning to sound like the Drake girl." "You know it's gonna take a lot of proving to convince me that there is anything supernatural about this." "Then you better take a look at this." "Tell me what you see on that skull." "What is this?" "What is this, some kind of gag?" "It's no gag, Jeff." "Those impressions were on the fingers of whoever it was that put the skull in the cabinet." "Did you find anything that looks like a secret entrance in here?" "No, the vault is air tight." "Then, how do you feel about something supernatural now?" " Lee." " Yeah?" "Test these other skulls, and tell me what you find." "But you said one of these skulls has been in here for over 100 years." "That's right." "Then how do you expect to find the same fingerprints on them?" "The same man couldn't have put all the skulls in the cabinet." "I hope you are right." " The fingerprints are identical." " Yeah." "Jeff, what have we got here?" "I do not know." "Here, you lock up." "I'll see you back at the lab later." "I want to have a talk with that girl and Dr. Bradford." "Fine." "[door opened] [door closed]" "Did you get the antidote, Doctor?" "It wasn't difficult." "Curare is one of the Phenolic Alkaloids." "I can only hope, I was able to administer it in time." "It doesn't seem to be having much effect." "I'm sorry, Alison." "I tried to rush the analysis, the lab man did the best he could." "I'm sure he did." "I am very grateful." "[Jonathan mumbling]" "He's coming out of it." "Thank you, Jeff." "Don't touch me." " No, leave me alone!" " Jonathan, lay still, rest." "Don't touch me." "Don't touch me, no!" "No!" " What's happening to him?" " He's still in shock." "Alison" "His pulse is coming back to normal." "You would be alright, Dad." "It'd be alright." "Alison, he shouldn't be disturbed now." "Do you think he'll be alright, if we leave him alone?" "I have a guard posted outside." "I'll check your father again in a little while." "There's nothing else we can do now." "I..." "I found something out in the vault." "We better have a talk about it." "Could one man have lived long enough... to have put all three skulls in there?" "I know of no such case in medical history." "Jeff, Dr. Bradford, look." "That's it." "That's the way the impressions appeared on the skulls." ""The cult of headless men was composed of High Priests, or Witch Doctors, of jungle tribes, deep in the Amazon country of South America."" ""There is no proof, legend has it that the men of this cult achieved immortality through the infusion into the body of a fluid... created by the tribal priests."" ""When the operation was successfully completed, the man had achieved immortality, for he would no longer need food or oxygen to exist."" ""The lips were sewn tight to prove the theory."" ""Then, the brand of the cult, small impressions of skulls were branded on the fingers."" "Okay, so it's a legend." "I don't believe it ever happened." "I don't believe it could happen." "Somewhere in the past, many legends have a basis in the fact." "I'm going out and have a look around the garage, you two want to come with me?" "Well I better stay here, if Jonathan needs me." "I'll go." " What do you expect to find?" " I'm not sure." "When I shot before, I hit something, and hit it bad by the way he yelled." "But when I looked, he was gone." "It's the best disappearing act I have ever seen." "Are you sure it was something human?" " Come on." " Jeff!" "Hmm." "Ah, you satisfied?" "Only human beings wear sandals or shoes." "That means he must have been right here on this spot." "What is it?" "The ground is soft enough for footprints." "But he didn't leave any." "And for an average straight thinking cop that is impossible." "But there has to be an answer." "If he..." "A bullet hole, probably from one of the shots I fired." "I wanna take these back to the lab." "Go back to the house and stay there." "I don't want you to go wondering around these grounds." "I don't want anything else to happen." "I'll be careful." "Jonathan Drake, your life was saved by Dr. Bradford." "But it will not happen again." "And now, you will hear my words." "You will hear what I say to you." "My words will enter into your mind." "You will see what I see." "Everything that comes into my mind... will come to yours." "You will see... your fate." "You will know... that you must die." "As your ancestors died... as your brother died." "Nothing can save you now." "Watch, Jonathan Drake, watch, as your skull joins the others." "Miss Alison..." "Rogers, get an ambulance Immediately." "Yes, sir." "[door closing]" "His heart is strong enough, but he's gone back into shock." "Worse than before." "What could have happened?" "The way the pupils of the eyes are dilated, something must have terrified him." "A nightmare, or something worse." "There's a policeman outside, nobody could have gotten in without being seen." "You're forgetting." "The thing that came after your father before left no footprints." "Now, perhaps the thing was real and tangible, but what if it wasn't?" "Everything is done that can be done." "You aren't going to the hospital?" "I think there is something of more importance to your father that must be taken care of first." "I'll be at the hospital later." "Dr. Bradford." "Such a pleasure." "Come in." " Come in." " Thank you, Dr. Zurich." " Please sit down, Dr. Bradford." " Thank you." "Is there something I can do for you?" "Something is puzzling me, and as you are an expert on such matters," "perhaps you can help me." " Yes?" "Curare is the favorite arrow poison of the Jivaro Indians, is it not?" "And also of the Incas, and others of the Amazon tribes." "The Jivaros are the headhunters, who shrink their trophies?" "That is correct." "But why this sudden interest in curare?" "Because I am convinced that curare, not heart failure, caused the death of Kenneth Drake." "And tonight, someone used the same poison on Jonathan Drake." "But he did not die." "How did you know that?" "How very fortunate for Mr. Drake that you were present to save his life." "What?" "Tell me, how did you know that?" "It makes no difference, since you will never leave here to save his life again." " What?" " Zutai!" "No!" " Make any sense out of it?" " No." "I analyzed the bullet and the sandal, and nothing makes any sense." "Jeff, you hit something with that bullet alright, but... what is something else?" " No blood on it?" " Yeah, a little." "Jeff, the internal composition of the thing you hit is about one third blood and the rest curare." " Curare?" " That thing should be dead, it's practically embalmed with this stuff." "What about the sandal?" " You got a strong stomach?" " Hmm." "It's made from human skin." " Lee, are you sure?" " Yeah, I'm sure." "Jeff, in the name of all that's holy, what have you tied onto in this case?" "I do not know, I'm going around in circles." "But there is a, there is a doctor, a guy named Zurich." "Maybe he can come up with a few answers." " Is he a regular M.D.?" " No, archaeologist, but he is, he is an expert on primitive culture, headhunting, curare, all that sort of thing." "You should have talked to him before." "There is a lot of things I didn't believe in before." "But I'm beginning to change my mind." "See you later." "Lieutenant Rowan, this is a surprise." "Sorry to bother you, Dr. Zurich, but I thought you might give me some help." " Yes?" " It's the Drake case." " Oh, yes, please come in." " Thank you." "I must apologize for this room." "I use it very little." "I'm usually occupied by my studies." "I'm a policeman, Dr. Zurich, trained to deal in facts." "And anything to do with head hunting... doesn't seem very factual to you." "You're the expert, Doctor." "But its more than head-hunting." "Something attacked Jonathan Drake." "I managed to get off a few shots at it, and I hit it once." "I also found the bullet that I hit it with." "The police lab tells me that it was... stained with a solution of blood... and curare." "Mostly curare." "That is strange, quite strange indeed." "And you don't have any explanation for it?" "Lieutenant, have you considered the supernatural aspects?" "Oh, yes, yes, I have considered them, and I come up with exactly nothing." "Then perhaps, it isn't a police matter at all." "Attempted murder is always a police matter." "You asked for my help." "I'm trying to give it to you in the only way I know." "Sorry." "It depends strictly on your point of view, Lieutenant." "Throughout history, some of our strongest cultures were based on the taking of heads." "When the practice was abandoned, or suppressed, the local civilization degenerated and soon disappeared." "Even today, the practice still flourishes in several parts of the world, the Philippines, India, New Guinea, the upper regions of the Amazon." "Until a few years ago, it was prevalent in civilized Europe." "Maybe." "But there are still better ways to kill somebody, then... by hacking off his head." "I see, I haven't changed your point of view." "No." "When the head of a strong valiant enemy is properly taken, the possessor acquires the spirit, the soul, the vital spark that kept his enemy alive." "A degree of immortality." "Spill something?" "A red dye." "It'll come out." "What did you mean by taking the head properly?" "Can there be a wrong way to do it?" "It was a sacred ritual of ancient cultures." "The skull could not be damaged, otherwise the soul would escape." "Come here." "The cut must be made just here." "Above the shoulder, neither higher nor lower." "The incision is made with a bamboo blade, never with a metal knife, the iron would contaminate the soul." "I see." "Afterward, the trophy is preserved in the usual fashion." "The removal of the skull, sewing up the openings of the eyes, nose and mouth." "Then... a slow shrinking process with hot sand, smoke and heated pebbles." "Which still doesn't explain why someone would wanna kill Drake." "Did you expect me to answer that for you?" "I wasn't sure just what you could answer, Dr. Zurich." "You know anything about the curse on the Drake family?" "A curse?" "No, I didn't." "What is it, some sort of legend?" "Maybe that's all it really is, I do not know." "But there is something else I found outside the Drake house." "A sandal made out of human skin." "Just give that some thought, Doctor." "Anything occurs to you on that one, call me at headquarters." "Yes, I certainly will, Lieutenant." "Thank you for calling, such a pleasure." "Yeah..." "Thank you, Doctor." "I'll be talking to you." "Zutai." "The police are becoming suspicious." "We must finish with Jonathan Drake at once." "Immediately." "Get everything ready now." " Car 117." "[woman] 117." "Get Coulter for me, I want to talk with him." "Coulter talking." "Lee, this is Jeff." "I just came from the Zurich house, I may be onto something." "Get a run down on him for me." "How much, or how little, or is it everything?" "[Jeff] Yes, everything." "His full name is Emil Zurich." "Are you coming right back here?" "No..." "No I'm going back to stake out the house." "There was a stain on the floor, that could've been blood," "I wanna have another look." "Now watch yourself." "[Jeff] Right, check with you later." "[mysterious music playing]" "What happened?" "Where is Drake?" "They have taken him away." "Wait here." "Don't let yourself be seen." "I'd like to talk to Professor Drake." "It's very important." "Haven't you heard, sir?" "He's been taken to the general hospital." "No, I haven't heard." "I'm very sorry." "Miss Alison will be back from the hospital shortly, sir." "I'll leave word that you called, if you wish?" "Fine, fine, thank you, Rogers." " Is there anything else, sir?" " No, thank you." "Good night." "Good night, sir." "They've taken him to hospital." "Impossible to get him there." "There is only one other thing to do." "Force him to come to us." " Car 117." "[woman] Car ten, come in." "Quick, get me Coulter again." "Coulter talking." "Lee, this is Jeff." "Now tell me in a hurry, man, were you able to find out anything about Emil Zurich?" "Plenty, you better get back here pronto, you got more trouble than you know." "[Jeff] Slowly, I've got to" " Now wait, Jeff, listen to me, you won't do any good." "You could have every man on the force out looking for Zurich, and you'll get nowhere." "That guy is a ghost." "A ghost?" "Lee, you must be cracked." "Now look, I'm on the level, get back here and fast." "Okay." "I'm at the stage, where I'm ready to believe anything." "I'll be right back." "Miss Drake." "Dr. Zurich, I didn't see you there." "What are you doing here?" "That doesn't matter." "The hospital just telephoned." "Your father has taken a turn for the worst." "But I just left there, he is feeling much better." "I'm terribly sorry, but..." "that was the message." "You better get right back there at once." " The cab..." " My car is parked nearby," "I'll be very glad to take you." "Please, please hurry." "Well, first we checked the medical directories, then the college faculties and associations." "Everybody that's ever been awarded a doctor's degree for anything." "The whole department has been on it." "And Jeff, there is no Dr. Emil Zurich." " What?" " Not now." "What are you talking about?" "I was just with him three hours ago." "Do you know what you were actually with?" "What?" "Somebody who existed 180 years ago." "Oh, come on, Lee." "If you think I'm gonna" "Wait, Jeff, listen to me." "We got the whole rundown." "The man you were talking to is a Dr. Emil Zurich of Switzerland." "He was agent for a company owned by Captain Wilfred Drake, and he was killed by the Jivaro Indians on the Amazon River almost 200 years ago." "No... no, it's impossible!" "The police manual only covers live criminals." "How you're gonna handle it?" "The Drake family got me into this, and they are going to get me out." "I'm going to the Drake house and talk to the professor." " Jeff?" " Yeah?" "Don't get too brave." "Wait here." "Don't go away." "Professor Jonathan!" "You shouldn't have left the hospital." " Is my daughter here?" " Miss Alison?" "No, sir." "She didn't come back after she left me at the hospital?" "I haven't seen her." " Then he wasn't lying." " Sir?" "There is only one thing I can do now, he's left me no choice." "Professor Jonathan, what is it?" "What's wrong?" "Dr. Zurich called me at the hospital." "He's holding my daughter prisoner." "Dr. Zurich!" "Professor, you're ill, let me call the police." "No, if the police came, Zurich would kill her." "Goodbye, Rogers." "Please, Professor, I know you're upset, sir, but the police will take care of it." "Please sir." "There." "Now you've seen the entire process, Miss Drake." "Dr. Bradford has achieved a certain immortality." "As your father will soon, very soon." "My father has done nothing to harm you." "Why do you want to do this to him?" "It isn't what I want." "It's what I must do." "Lieutenant, I was just about to telephone you when I heard your car." " What happened?" " Well, I'm not quite sure, sir." "But apparently, Miss Alison has been kidnapped by Dr. Zurich." " Zurich?" " Yes, sir." "Professor Jonathan has gone after her now." "He told me not to inform the police." "Call headquarters, tell them I've gone to Zurich's house and to give me exactly an hour." "If they don't hear from me by then, they're to send help." "Yes, sir." "When your father dies, when the Tsantsas made from his head joins the others," "then the ancient pledge will be fulfilled, and I shall rest." "And suppose it is not fulfilled." "Now that you are here, why suppose that?" "Because I've learned how to destroy you, Zurich." "With a gun?" "Jonathan Drake of all men should know how futile that would be." "I know... a living dead thing." "The head of a decapitated white man on the body of a jungle Indian." "Since you know that I am dead, you know that you can't kill me." "I can destroy you another way, Zurich." "If you can't carry out the curse, you will never find eternal peace." "You will become the cursed one." "All I have to do is put this gun against my head and pull the trigger." " Don't, Drake!" " Dad, no!" "Once the skull is damaged, the soul will escape, and you will have lost, Zurich." "Dad!" "[Alison screams]" "Rowan, wait!" "Wait!" "This is the only thing that will stop him." "HOW?" "Try to get near enough to wound him, just break the skin." "Dad, you're too weak." "Stay here." "No, I can't." "It's our only chance." "[suspenseful music playing]" " Jeff." " It worked, Professor." "You're through with him." "No, not yet." "Not until the head of the white man is separated from the brown body." " Dad!" " Alison, all that will be destroyed is evil... nothing human." "These men, white and Indian, died 180 years ago." "Look!" "[Alison] It's turning to dust!" "[Professor] The fourth skull."