Isle of the Dead

Mr. Albrecht, the American,
where are they?

They are not in this room.
I cannot see through stone and mortar,
like some I know.

- Thea, darling, what happened?
- The General, he wrecked the boat.

- He won't let me leave here alive.
- It's all right.

He'll not harm you. I'll see to that.
General Pherides...
this self-appointed tyranny of yours
cannot be tolerated.

What you have done before
was bad enough.

Harassing everyone with your orders...
forcing immediate burial
without time for prayer or mourning.

But now this.
Preventing these young people
from leaving...

persecuting a dear and lovely girl
like Thea...

terrorizing her
with your ugly, savage superstitions...

I will not have it!