An anthropologist goes to Haiti after hearing rumors about a drug used by black magic practitioners to turn people into zombies.

Dargent Peytraud: By the way, Doctor Alan. What did you dream about this afternoon? A woman in your arms? The sea at your doorstep? Nooooo! You dreamt of me and of the grave. I know because I was there. And I can be there every time you close your eyes. The pain I cause you, in the room upstairs, is nothing to the pain I can cause in your own mind. Remember that... Doctor Alan.
Dargent Peytraud: Ahh, Doctor Alan! Why are you in Haiti, Doctor Alan?
Dennis Alan: It says there on the passport I'm a tourist. I came to see the sights.
Dargent Peytraud: Yes, happy happy happy island people! Then why visit an insane asylum?
Dennis Alan: I'm an anthropologist, it's a tax write off. Hope you're not with the IRS.
Dargent Peytraud: [strapped to chair in final battle] What do you want?
Dennis Alan: [answers in revenge] I want to hear you scream!
Dargent Peytraud: No!
Dennis Alan: Yes!
[impales groin with spike]
Dargent Peytraud: AHHHHHHHHH!
Louis Mozart: You are still alive.
Dennis Alan: Yeah, I noticed.
Dargent Peytraud: No, no, noooo! No rest! You'll see it all! You'll feel it! The cold... in the coffin. It is worse. Much, much worse!
Dargent Peytraud: When you wake up scream, Doctor Alan. Scream all you want. There is no escape from the grave.
[Doctor Alan is strapped in a chair, about to be tortured]
Dennis Alan: I'm a U.S. citizen! Think about that!
Dargent Peytraud: I don't see the Ambassador here, do you?
Dargent Peytraud: Doctor Alan...
Dargent Peytraud: [Peytraud is menacing Dr Alan with a blowtorch] You've got a pretty face. The girls must like it. Do you like it, your pretty white face? I asked you a question.
Dennis Alan: ...Yeah... I like it...
Dargent Peytraud: I like it too. I'll leave the face...
Dargent Peytraud: I want to hear you scream!
Dennis Alan: Christophe, I need you to remember what happened before you died.
Dennis Alan: Don't let them bury me! I'm not dead!
Marielle Duchamp: The way Dr. Schoonbacher spoke of you, it was as though you could walk on water! Now I know why. Shit floats!
Lucien Celine: Whatever happens, death is not the end.
Louis Mozart: [about to be executed] You make a mistake! The President and me, we are like this! Like this!
[gets beheaded]
Marielle Duchamp: [Dr. Alan is about to be buried alive by Peytraud] Lucien will turn your black to warmth!
Dargent Peytraud: Oh yeah?
[shoves her head in Dr. Alan's face]
Dargent Peytraud: Do you hear me Blanc? Her head will be taken as an offering tonight!