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The rules.

Here it was in some magazine on the floor of the prison hospital, for God's

sake.

You were telling the truth, Desmond.

The bullion.

How the general smuggled it out.

Everything. So now you know I was not spinning the tall tales to my cellmate.

What are you going to do, Bingham?

You think because I'm getting out of here tomorrow, I'm going to beat you to

Nah.

When was the article published?

A couple of months back.

Wasn't really an article, though.

A winning story in a writing contest.

Something about a fable and an old man from Haiti.

But the part about the fortune was almost verbatim what you told me.

And the old man was a griot, just like your cousin.

What are your plans?

I get out of here.

I go to Brazil, maybe.

You right now, with my bare hands, I could choke the life out of you. I swear

God, I wouldn't do that. Why wouldn't you?

You think she'd be my cross to bear? I shouldn't have told you.

You're not here, my friend.

You have trouble, Hawk.

I've seen trouble before.

Not like this trouble.

It is here, but not of here.

What do you mean, not of here?

It comes from a place surrounded by water.

Warm water.

Hot days, dark nights.

A bleak, desolate place, surrounded by high walls.

The walls are there not to keep corruption out, but to keep it in.

So these walls have not done their job.

Yes.

Should I be afraid?

Yes.

Because fear is what keeps most men safe.

There's more.

Ah.

But you are not like most men.

I should have remembered your humility weeks ago.

Get him out of my face.

Name's Bingham.

Felix Bingham.

God, that is expected.

Come in, gold digger.

Sit down.

Can we do this in private?

This is as private as it gets, gold digger.

Cletus is, shall we say, loyal.

He lives to do my bidding.

He said you know about the treasure.

Many doubt it's real.

Alex Chauvin doesn't.

How do you know about Chauvin?

Like I said on the phone, Desolene told me everything.

How he got the money out.

How he left a mat with his cousin Alex.

And how Alex Chauvin has the combination to the vault in his head.

Why would Desolene tell you all these things?

I was his cellmate.

He bragged, I listened.

He's dead now, tragically.

I intend to carry on. How did he die?

Accident. Which allows us to work together.

Split the money.

Why would I do that?

I'm useful.

Things just come to me.

Like I know where Alex Chauvin is.

You've been here for three years and he's been right under your nose.

Washington is a big place.

I can lead you to him.

If you can do all that, why do you need me?

Because you can get the combination out of him. You're the shaman.

You can put him under one of your spells or whatever.

It's called Nomo.

I could speak the word and have him reveal everything.

And I'll protect you with this.

I don't form partnership, Gold Digger.

I don't usually need to.

One has eluded me.

We have a deal, then.

Yes, but don't turn your back on me, gold digger.

I have no scruple.

Neither do I, mojo man.

What was it, Daddy? You all right?

I'm all right.

Nicole, honey, I'm all right.

I'll be fine.

Same dream?

It's a word.

They want something. I don't know what they want.

They want me.

Thurman's disciplines of the spirit.

You look like a

man who's just found something to his liking.

I have indeed.

Good choice.

Not many are aware of him.

You know, you consistently amaze me.

I can always count on finding a jewel to do here. How do you manage?

Luck, persistence.

My daughter, Nicole.

She swears I'm part dog.

Always after the next bone.

A compulsive obsessive, she calls it.

Perhaps she's right.

Sounds like passion to me.

That's a good thing.

She's got a passion for the word.

Unbelievable. Just seeing her story published was wonderful enough.

But to win first prize to boot.

I hate midterms.

Hi. Hi.

We were just talking about you.

Congratulations on your prize.

Oh, it was just a newspaper competition.

She must have remembered every story I told her from a little girl on.

Not only can she write, she has a good memory.

She gets that from you as well.

She mentioned you were trained as a griot in Haiti.

That requires a formidable memory.

It was a gift, more a curse.

It's with me since childhood.

They noticed my abilities early on.

began feeding me the entire history of the island.

From the age of 15, my head was bursting with a world of information. Finally, I

rebelled against it, which was easy enough to do.

Not much call for a tribal historian in modern times.

I used that ability later in collecting my books.

A griot, able to recite an entire people's history.

What a thing.

I still can.

Things go in and stay in the caverns of my head.

Will you recite something?

The second day of the storm, a big ship comes, nearly lost on the rocks.

The same monsoon takes down 15 huts.

The ship's captain named Rasha.

On board, 42 Nuba people.

From the motherland.

Part of the ivory people from Kordopan are on board.

The bodies of 17 who didn't survive.

Wind whipping.

Driving rain.

Can't see for many parts of the day.

The boats of brass years lost on the rocks in the storm the next morning.

Yeah.

1795.

Ship called, Eudora.

I'll go see what they need.

I can see why you said it's a talent and a curse.

Can I talk to you?

Yes, of course.

I've had this bad feeling, like there's death all around him.

My father is in terrible danger.

I know it.

But I don't know what to do.

I know someone who might.

She protected us all.

Now she's gone.

Do you think this is going to work?

You must not be afraid, Alec. You must be brave.

Is it Claw Daddy?

It's Claw Daddy, isn't it?

Hattie Mae.

We'll be with you always.

I

must

have seemed irrational and overwrought to your friend at the bookstore.

He used the word concerned.

He's an excellent judge.

Tell me the details.

Well, that's why I feel so helpless.

There just aren't many.

There's the nightmares, and my father wakes up shaking, saying that someone's

trying to kill him.

That's incredible.

He won't say.

He shuts down.

But whoever it is is involved with voodoo. How so?

He won't talk much about it.

But those dreams, they have them.

My father is petrified.

He's even talking about spells, and he says that the dreams are premonitions.

How long has this been going on?

Last few months now.

And it's even gotten worse.

Now my father's afraid to go to sleep at night.

And sometimes I'll come in and he'll just be staring into space.

I know the religion.

I know it's not much to go on.

And I would understand if you don't want to get involved.

I'm already involved.

I'll talk to your father.

I haven't got much money.

I think it's about time for you to get back to class.

I'm a man who's had a few bad dreams.

What can I tell you?

What are you running from?

The past.

Everyone has a past that gives them trouble. I'm no different.

Not according to your daughter.

She's overreacting.

What about love, Mr. Chauvin?

That ring a bell?

Your daughter thinks someone is trying to kill you.

And the way you're stonewalling me, I think she's right.

I can help you, but I need some truth from you.

My original name was Desolene. I changed it when I came here.

I wanted to bury the Haiti in me.

Things I'd done there.

What things?

My cousin was part of the general's special forces.

I worked for the general, too.

Because of my memory, the general and my cousin thought I'd be useful.

I hated myself for it, but I had no choice.

The general never kept a written record of anything.

Transactions, secret accounts.

He engaged several of us to keep his books.

Other griots like yourself.

Yes. I was given a sequence of numbers to remember.

I wasn't told why.

Later, before the fall, my cousin the colonel came to me.

He gave me a leather scroll.

He didn't tell me the significance of it, but I remember it.

I can still see it in my mind.

He said he'd come for it later.

The general was killed in the uprising.

My cousin has been in prison in Haiti ever since.

After I came here, I heard that the general smuggled out a small fortune in

bullion.

No one knows where.

How does this connect to the nightmare?

I believe...

I hold the key to that fortune somehow.

Now, in voodoo, it's believed that one can communicate with someone through

their dreams.

Now, someone is coming into my dreams.

They're talking to me. They're calling me.

Who's calling you?

Crawdaddy, a shawman in Haiti. He works for the General, too. He is a vile man,

a terror.

You probably think these are the ramblings of an ignorant islander.

but it's real no and i am not ignorant or afraid of the culture

i'll see if i can put these dreams to rest

Okay.

You have entered this man's nightmare.

The figures in his dream are not familiar to you, are they?

It's his religion, not mine.

I understand it, but I'm not under its sway.

The force of belief is powerful, Hark.

The people you are dealing with believe in the power of the ancestors.

A life everlasting.

Some of them, like Crawdaddy, believed they cannot die.

In the old ways, before Christianity and slavery, the power of the gods was

vested in our holy men.

And they used that power to nurture and protect.

But as always, there were few like Crawdaddy who worked the powers of the

spirits in the service of evil to harm and control.

rather than protect and liberate.

Walk carefully, Ark.

You are treading upon paths that only few of us can remember now.

I've never had the pleasure of venturing into this establishment.

Is Alex Dessalines here?

I think he goes by the name of Chauvin.

He's not here.

I'm an old acquaintance.

People call me Gros Daddy.

You'll know the name.

I'll leave this for Alex Dessalines.

I mean...

Chauvin.

One of crawdaddy's fetishes.

Sort of a calling card.

Back in Haiti.

They say he has the power to will you to die.

He can hex an entire village and have it do its bidding.

That's what he did for the general.

He made conjurations.

Destroyed his enemies.

Every magic potion has an antidote.

Doesn't matter.

Crawdaddy's magic works wherever he wants it to.

Nobody's immune.

He can cheat death itself.

How long has he been here in Washington?

Three years that I know of.

Before that, he was in Miami.

Why didn't he find you before?

I had a woman working for me, shielding me. She died some time back.

Mama Hattie?

She was a showman, too.

A powerful hogan.

Unlike Crawdaddy, she was a good spirit.

But she's gone now.

And he's stalking me.

He'll get me, too.

It's only a matter of time.

I need to meet him.

Won't do any good.

Meanwhile, I'll try to find a safe place for you and Nicole.

No place is safe.

Walls don't mean anything to him.

Let me try.

Thank you.

If he wanted you to find him, you would know where he is.

I'm not asking you for a riddle.

Just tell him a man called Hawk is looking for him and that he desperately

to find me.

I heard you in the store.

You're looking for Crawdaddy? Yes, that's right.

Well, find him here and bless you.

Why are you doing this?

Because his evil is sucking the people dry and everyone's afraid of him.

When you find him, though, give him a message.

Tell him Mama Hattie's sister sent you.

I'm here to see Crawl Daddy.

Cletus usually meets people at the door. He did.

How can I help you, mister?

Hawk, I have a thought for you.

What I have in my jacket will put a hole in your house. What do you think about

that? Put it away, Cletus.

Put it away.

This man is not sane.

Ladies, please excuse me. I want to talk to your shaman here.

You got a whole lot of gumption coming in here like that.

Tell your man Cletus to move around so I can see his hands.

Not quite.

I have a friend who's afraid you're trying to coerce certain secrets out of

Your friend sounds like a man familiar with my reputation as a buko.

I'm not familiar with your reputation.

You don't want to be.

And you are not conversant with mine. I'll explain.

Alex Chauvin and his daughter are under my protection.

They are to be left alone.

If you harm them in any way, you will rue the day you ever saw me.

I want Chauvin.

I'll get to him.

I can put a curse on you that will have you among the walking dead.

I don't think so.

Nobody?

Where the hell are they?

Hawk's got them on ice somewhere.

We gotta find a way to draw them out of hiding.

I think I know a way.

You'll be able to salvage most of it.

It's a warning, you know.

It's him.

laws to explain his condition.

He did suffer a mild heart attack, but the damage shouldn't have been

to induce a comatose state like this.

What's wrong with him, doctor?

We've run a battery of tests.

EEG, EKG.

We have the state -of -the -art equipment here. There's no logical

There's no brain damage, no pathology.

It's almost as if your father is simply shut down.

He's in danger.

It's hard to tell.

His vital signs are good. Seems to have a strong constitution.

We're following another similar case. Man came in with broken ribs in the same

trance -like state.

His name is Cletus.

Crawdaddy has the whole community terrified.

That's the nature of it.

Crowdad is every bit as powerful as the people believe he is.

But he is misusing that power.

He's taken the religion that liberated people from slavery and put them in

terror. He's got to be stopped.

And you would stop him?

I have to.

Crowdad is a master sorcerer.

He will test your strength.

are no closer to the bullion than we were when we started.

I'd be better off in that hellhole in Haiti.

You say it if it was my fault.

Was your mumbo -jumbo put Chauvin in a coma?

I am a conjurer, not God.

How was I to know that his heart would give out?

We should have snatched him from the bookstore like I wanted to.

Hey, why didn't you when you had the chance early on?

You knew where he was long before I did.

It was your cowardice that kept you from it.

Arguing is getting us nowhere.

We need to come up with something that works.

Miss Goddard is in the anthropology department.

She studied the Caribbean.

Haiti in particular.

I've made several trips there and have kept up on what's going on there.

Do you know anything about a Colonel Dessalines?

Head of the secret forces under General Rousseau for years.

A ruthless cutthroat.

Worse than a general who was no sweetheart.

Dessalines just recently died in prison.

Can I ask why you want to know?

Someone told me a story about a missing fortune.

The legend Nicole wrote about.

Thirteen million in bullion.

The rumor's been floating around for years.

The general and Dessalines supposedly smuggled the bullion out of the country

before the regime fell.

The general was killed.

And, according to Leslie, Dessalines never told anyone where the gold was.

Thirteen million could feed a lot of people in Haiti.

If you could find it.

Thank you very much, Miss Godard. You've been very helpful.

Doctor? Yes?

We both have waited for this moment, haven't we?

Listen to your daddy, Alex.

It's time to tell your secret.

You know how to do it.

Raya, take me into your memory.

I call on all my no -man.

I am a no -man.

Alexa, one.

Take me back to the time.

One, two.

Don't scream.

I crawled at you.

With this, you mug was.

Time.

Tell me the tale.

Tell it.

Tell crawled at me.

Carpetation. Yes.

Sequence. Tell me the combination, Alex. The numbers.

26 right.

17 left.

32 right.

Alex, the vault.

Yes. Yes. Where is the vault, Alex?

Tell me.

What better place than Sunny House?

Lovers. Combination.

Lovers.

Combination.

Sonny House.

I told you, Sonny. He's been like this for the past hour.

He keeps rambling. It's like he's delirious.

I've given him a sedative. It'll take effect soon.

He seems to be having a psychotic episode.

Sonny House.

Be careful.

He's coming.

No, he's trying to kill me!

My friend kept saying

sunny house.

Sunny house, do you know what that means?

That's what the Caribbeans used to call Fairfax Hall here in Washington.

It was donated to the diplomatic corps by one of the president's wives.

If someone were from Haiti, would they know what that meant? If he were older,

it's been closed for ten years.

They wanted to tear it down, but there's just too much red tape.

Aha. Do you know where it is?

I can get the address for you.

You

got

the combination.

And the location.

What's Sunny House?

Sunny House is a nickname, an abandoned mansion located here in Washington, D

.C., for the poor islanders, secretly housing 13 million dollars in gold.

From a cell in a Haitian jail to a millionaire 13 times over.

Gold digger, your tongue is slipping.

You're cut.

Step away from it.

Now!

What's your business here, friend?

I heard about your treasure hunt.

I decided to join.

I can't let you out of here, you know that.

How do you fit into this puzzle?

You don't need to know.

Gold digger.

Don't even think about it, Hawk.

I have a blade here for you as well.

Now open up the vault so I can see it.

Whatever you say, Charmin.

So it's in the works then?

Yes. We make sure it gets in the right hand.

Oh, I see no problem.

Once cleared, the money will be distributed by our people to the poor.

It won't solve their problem, but at least it'll help.

Just once in our lifetime.

Let's hope not.

You know, I want to thank you for everything you've done.

We both do.

We know you have unlocked the key to feed a lot of starving people.

And I feel good about that.

But I do feel uneasy.

I just don't think we've heard the last of Crawdaddy.

I'm beginning to understand and feel the depth of the old ways.

The old spirits.

That's what gives religion its power.

To believe.

And to feel deeply.

That's easy for you to say.