Alias Nick Beal1949

Rev. Thomas Garfield:
The island of Almas Perdidas. There's no such place listed in the atlas or on this globe.

Joseph Foster:
Well, that's the way the contract reads.

Rev. Thomas Garfield:
But if the island doesn't exist, I'm sure the contract is invalid.

Joseph Foster:
Tom, the thing is I signed in good faith. I gave my word, in effect. The last six months, I've been acting selfishly, in bad faith. Well, I'm through doing that. I'm through going against my conscience.

Rev. Thomas Garfield:
Your conscience tells you to go with Beal? Why don't you talk to Martha?

Joseph Foster:
She's gone away somewhere. Besides, if this is what you're hinting at, if there's something strange about it, I don't want to involve her.

Rev. Thomas Garfield:
Then you admit the possibility?

Joseph Foster:
I don't know.

Rev. Thomas Garfield:
Do you know Spanish?

Joseph Foster:
No, I...

Rev. Thomas Garfield:
I wondered if you knew what the translation of the island of Almas Perdidas was. The island of Lost Souls. Strange, isn't it?

Joseph Foster:
But that can't be.

Rev. Thomas Garfield:
I know. As you once said, it's the wrong century for superstition, for werewolves, vampires, and devils, for evil enchantments and black magic. But Joseph, I do know this: Spiritual problems exist today just as they did in earlier centuries. The battle between good and evil still goes on. We all fight it, every day of our lives. When you found the courage to renounce the governorship, you expiated your sins. You confessed. You washed yourself clean. That was your battle, and it was with yourself, not with Beal. He can't make you go anywhere or do anything if you're no longer willing. Don't you realize, Joseph, you've already won. Forget Beal. Go to Martha who remembers you as you were, as you still are. She still loves you. The two of you can make a fresh start together. She's at my house.

Joseph Foster:
Thanks, Tom.