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Artie,
I hate to bring this up,

but, uh, the telegraph key
is missing.

What are you talking about?

Well, nobody's perfect.

No.

Did you get that?

Most of it. May I?

"Urgent...

..."proceed immediately,

sheriff's office,
Ocala County."

What else?

"To take recaptured prisoner
into federal custody.

Emphasize all necessary
precautions be observed."

Well, if you ask me,
it's a lot of fuss

over one prisoner.

Artie.
Hm?

What was that name?

Liston Lawrence Day.

Why? Does the name
mean anything to you?

It does.

Pretty tough hombre, eh?

Oh, let's just say important,

like Simon Girty

or Benedict Arnold
was important.

Artie's sound asleep,
sheriff.

Why don't you get
some rest, too?

You sure you'll be
all right?

I can handle him.

Help me.

Help me.

It's the last time
you can help me.

I'm home now.

Home to you.

Help me.

Don't let them
take me away again.

All right, Day.

Come on.

Get moving.

It's hard to believe
an old man like him

could bust outta jail
and come all this way

into the bayou country
on foot.

You'd have think
it had killed him.

It almost has.

He's dying
of swamp fever.

Yeah.

He sure don't look
very dangerous.

Depends what you mean
by "dangerous," sheriff.

About 30 years ago,

when Texas
was fighting

for its independence
under General Sam Houston,

this man, born in Texas,
turned traitor,

and caused the death
of a lot of his fellow Texans.

For that crime, he was sentenced
to life in prison.

Thirty years
in solitary confinement.

He's insane.
Dangerous?

Don't you turn your back
on him, sheriff.

You listen to me, Day.

We're going back to Beaumont.

There's a doctor there.
He'll fix ya up.

And when you're well,

I'm taking you
back to prison.

Understand?

Forget it, Jim.
He can't hear a word you say.

I think he hears me
very clearly.

Come on.

Sheriff,
bring the lantern.

It's you who are going
to die, Mr. West,

all of you.

Sheriff,
bring the lantern.

Oh, yeah.

Who lives there, sheriff?

I got no idea.

I've never been this far
from Beaumont.

Looks like
they've all turned in.

Maybe they'll let us stay
the night in the barn.

Well, I suppose
we could ask 'em.

Sheriff,

lift the lamp up,
will you, please?

No one's been here
for a long, long time.

Artie, bring him in here.

Must have been
the lady of the house.

Wonder who she was.

He's pretty bad off, Jim.

I don't think
he'll make it till morning.

It's not
the Palace Hotel.

It's gonna have to do
for the night.

Sheriff,
you get some firewood.

Get the blankets.

It's going to be cold
here tonight.

Yeah.

I don't think blankets
are gonna help him.

It's a woman...

crying.

What caused that?
There's no wind in here.

Locked.

Yeah.

Look.

Hey, Mr. West.

What's going on around here?

Them shutters,

they're all slamming
themselves shut

at the same time.

James, my boy,
if it's all the same to you,

I'd just as soon stay
at the Palace Hotel.

Bring the lamp,
sheriff.

It's no use, Artie.
Step back.

That pellet should've blasted
this whole wall down.

Ohh...ohh...ohh...

Every time
we hurt this house...

she cries.

It's as though they were
one and the same.

Hurt the house?

What kind of nonsense talk
is that?

Jim, lend me your knife.

Thank you.

Jim, I know
this sounds insane,

but I don't think
that's just a woman screaming.

It sounds like a woman to me.

Artie, if you're telling me
you believe in ghosts,

I don't.

No, I'm not talking
about ghosts, Jim.

It's this house itself.

It seems to have
a life of its own.

There's some
simple explanation.

There always is.

Whatever it is,

we're prisoners.

That's it.

All of them,
like the shutters.

Think we oughta risk it?

No.

There may be a way out
up there.

Fella could starve to death
down here.

We'll wait until morning.

With this lantern,
we'd be a perfect target

for whoever it is up there.

Look at those cobwebs.

There can't be
anybody up there.

No one's been down
that staircase in years, Jim.

Maybe there's another way
up there.

We'll find out
in the morning.

How is he, sheriff?

Not so good.

He's still in a coma.

I think he's dying.

Artie.

Huh.

What is it?

Nothing.

Keep an eye on him,
sheriff.

Ah.

What was it, Jim?
It was something.

I looked at his face.

It seemed
to have changed.

Maybe it was just
the moonlight.

Changed how?

He seemed younger,
much younger.

You know, I think
she must've been his wife.

This was home.
He's come back to it.

In his crazed state,

he thought somehow
that she'd be waiting for him.

In a way, she is waiting,
you know? This-

She's...

She's this house.

She's-

What was that?

The door.

Stop it.

Wait here.

It came through
this door.

It's no use.

Jim, wait.

Look at that.

It's a velvet ribbon.

The woman in that portrait wore
a velvet ribbon, didn't she?

Let me see it in the light.

What is it, Mr. West?

It's a piece of velvet, sheriff.

Artie!

Stop!

Halt! Stop!

Every ounce of blood's
been drained out of him.

How is that possible?

Artie.

Look at her eyes,
Jim.

Tears.

Artie.

Yeah, I'm awake.

I was just thinking
about that sheriff up there.

I know.

He's still up there
like we left him yesterday.

Let's go on up.

Oh.

Boy, I feel like
I'm 90, going on 100.

I know.

I feel exactly
the same way.

Look.

It's all rusted.

Last night this belt buckle
had a high, shiny gloss.

I don't believe it.

Only the weapons are rusted.

It's a set.

We'd better come up
with a theory to cover that.

I've got a theory.

This house
is seeped in age,

years piled upon years.

We're intruders here.

Maybe the house
is striking back,

the only way that it can.

You mean, like,
telescoping time,

so that the effect of years
has worked on us overnight?

It's pretty wild,
isn't it?

Yeah.
That's a-

And while
we're on the subject

of things
that are pretty wild...

Artie,
look at these windows.

That's the one you heaved the
mini-grenade through yesterday.

Not a sign of the blast.

All right, how does that
fit into your theory?

I'm through apologizing
for what it does to logic.

It's almost,

like this house had the knack,

the ability to renew itself.

Tsk, well, how do you
go about handling a house

that treats you as though
you were an enemy?

I don't know.

Maybe the answer is
to treat it like a friend,

and not like an enemy.

Let's go out to the foyer
and check your theory out.

That's what I like
about women,

they always tidy up
for the new day.

Did you get any on you?

What could have happened
to him?

They must have gotten him.

Come on.

This must have been
her room.

She wanted us
to come in here.

The doors.

Why?

You tell me.

Let's go over it again.

We came here last night
with Day,

who was sick and dying.

We were made prisoners.

You were almost killed,

while he was our prisoner.

The sheriff was killed,
trying to catch him,

and now she's got him
somewhere in this house

hidden safely.

And maybe
that's all she wants.

Maybe she doesn't want
to do anything to us.

"Caroline L. Day."

It's her diary.

Let me see.

She wanted us
to see it.

That's why
she opened that.

"March-"

Hold on.

"March 3rd, 1811.

"We have named the baby
Liston Lawrence Day.

Charles dotes on him."

I was wrong.

She wasn't his wife.
She was his mother.

I'd think so, Artie.

Hmm.

"May 14th, 1830.

Charles says that Liston
will make a brilliant doctor,

"like himself.

"They spend hours
in Charles' laboratory.

"They're always together,
thick as thieves.

"Charles has taught Liston
to speak Spanish,

"and I must say that he is
as handsome and dashing

"a young man
as any don ever was.

"Charles says that as long
as we live here in Texas,

"under the rule
of the Spanish-speaking people,

it's only right that Liston
know the language."

I must say the lady's spelling
is atrocious.

"March 29th, 1836.

"Terrible news has come.

"General Santa Anna
and his Mexican forces

"have ambushed and slain
hundreds of our men.

"Luckily, our good
general Sam Houston

"escaped the trap.

"Charles is disconsolate.

"it was downstairs
in our drawing room

"that the movement
of our troops

"was planned in secret.

How could Santa Anna
have known?"

You have an entry
for April 23rd, 1836?

That's when Day was arrested
and sentenced to prison.

Yeah, here it is.

"April 23rd, 1836.

"This morning my husband
confessed to me,

it was he
who told Santa Anna."

What?

"Liston has begged me
to remain silent.

"He said, 'Nothing must happen
to my father.'

"He's a great doctor
who will do great work.

"Earlier this evening,

"General Sam Houston
himself came with some men,

"and it was Liston,
my beloved, beautiful son

"who confessed
to the terrible crime.

"And Charles,

"Charles just stood there
in silence.

"Oh, my baby.
My precious, precious darling,

"I shall wait for you

"here at home,
praying for you,

wishing for your return."

Thirty years.

We've had the wrong man
imprisoned, for 30 years.

Charles Day didn't live
long after that.

Listen to this one.

"August 7th, 1839.

"This morning my husband
Charles was killed

"in a hunting accident.

"I cannot weep
for him now.

"He is released
from his own private horror.

"Oh, how cruel the irony
that my precious Liston,

"would have
sacrificed himself

"so that his father

"might do great things
as a doctor,

and now the sacrifice
has been in vain."

She wants us to leave.

She wants us to take this diary
and clear her son.

I don't think so, Mr. West.

After 30 years,

I'm returning
to my ancestral home,

and I intend to stay.

She always liked me
at that age.

Doesn't that
surprise you?

A love like that,
can reach out of the past,

transform the present?

Put that gun down.

So far, you're guilty
of nothing

but defending
your father's honor.

A terrible mistake
has been made,

but you allowed it.

Don't make a worse one.
Give me that gun.

I'll thank you
to hand me that diary.

Listen to me.

We can get you free,

arrange for a pardon.

Give me that diary!

Give it to him,
Artie.

Oh.

Caroline.

Caroline Day,

we must take him
with us,

but don't worry,
we have the diary now.

He'll come back to you
a free man.

Jim, she doesn't want us
to take him out of the house.

All right,
we'll leave him,

but we must take
the diary.

What's that?

Rats...

hundreds of them.
They must be all around us.

Behind those walls.

Look at those.

You thinking what I am?

Ah.

Locked.

I have a feeling
not for very long.

Ah.

I hear our friends
have quieted down.

That's no way to create
an appetite, is it?

They need exercise.

Wake up! Wake up!

Day,

I don't know what it is
you're up to,

but don't do it.
You're an innocent man.

The government owes you
more than apologies, Day.

It owes you
reparations, money.

Enough money for you
to rebuild this house.

Me llamo Dias!

Dias! Do you hear?

Not Day. Dias.

Day...

...that was the name
my grandfather chose

because he wanted to belong
to the gringo's way of life.

He raised my father
that way, too,

but blood is stronger than
social aspirations, Mr. West.

My father was true
to his blood.

To the gringo,
he always remained Charles Day,

but in his heart,
he was Carlos Dias,

a man of fire and steel,

a man of breeding!

And I am my father's son.

This house is the hacienda
of Don Dias.

Who discovered Texas?

My father's ancestors,
the noble Spaniards.

By the sacred honor
of my father's memory,

and by the memory
of my father's ancestors-

My ancestors.

-this land will be
Spanish again,

and the gringo
will be destroyed.

Day-

Dias!

Texas has been a state
for a long time,

for 30 years,
since you were sent to prison.

American barbarians!

What do you know of grace,
of style, of manners?

I remember.

I remember,

once this house smiled,

with the sound of guitars,

in the gardens,

were courtly couples walking.

Se�ora, buenas noches.

Con permiso?

Que noche.

Que linda,

la luna.

Que perfecto, la luna.

There are a lot of people
in Texas, Day.

From what I've seen,
they don't die very easily.

Do you know how many rats there
are in those walls, Mr. West?

I don't know.

Thousands and thousands
of ravenous rats,

and once
those iron doors open...

Let me show you.

Those doors open
automatically

the moment
this clock strikes 12.

On the 12th stroke-

Let me show you
what's in this case.

Ants, gentlemen.

Ants,

carrying the bubonic plague,
the black death.

My father and I started
with six rats,

and they multiplied.

An army, gentlemen.

Thousands upon thousands
of rats,

and all of them
infected by these ants.

And behind those walls,

an army is waiting.

We've been waiting
for 30 years.

Thirty years.

At noon, gentlemen.

Noon.

And once their feast
here is over,

they will spread
from county to county

till all of Texas
is infected.

In the middle ages,

the bubonic plague killed
almost three quarters of Europe.

No pena, madre, por favor.

Soon this land will be free
of these gringos.

Everything will be
as it was.

Our hacienda alight,
great fiestas in our ballroom.

Buenas.

Buenas.

Mantillas, lace,

everywhere.

Caroline.

Caroline Day, listen.

Your son is insane.

Maybe right from the start.

You've wasted your love
on a madman, Caroline.

Paciencia, madre.

It will only be
a moment or two.

Paciencia.

Open the cell door, Caroline.

Please.

We're only here
to help him.

It's for him.

Artie.

Hold it.

Get him to come over

to the center of the cell,
close.

How am I gonna do that?

I don't know. Sing, dance,
recite Shakespeare, anything.

But get him over here,

then swing the lamp to me.

Ah.

Peon, que paso aqui?

Silencio! Bastante, bastante.
Silencio!

A few thousand rats?

A few thousand rats

are gonna kill
millions of people?

Suficiente! Bastante silencio!

Let us take him with us,
Caroline.

If we leave him,
he'll commit one

of the most horrible crimes
in the history of mankind.

He isn't worth your loving.

Be rid of him,

and be happy
with your memories.

Stay where you are!

Both of you!

I should have done this
at the very first.

It would have saved
a lot of trouble.

After all...

I don't care how you die,

as long as you die.

Once-

Once I'm rid of you,

I'll return
to my laboratory...

and I'll release my army.

Mr. Gordon,
I will kill you first.

Mr. West,

I shall take my leisure
in killing you.

And now, sir, if you'll...

s-stand aside-

Stand aside
from your friend-

Did you hear me?

I said-

I said...

He's dead.

What do you want to say
in our report, Jim?

That we brought Liston Day here,
and he died of...

swamp fever.

Good morning.

Jim,

what happened?

Nothing, except you spent
half the night calling

for a girl named Caroline.

Now, whoever she is, you didn't
seem to like her very much.

Dream...

It seemed so real.

Well, ahem,
we'd better get moving.

Something wrong?

Oh, no, no. Nothing.

Jim,

do you believe in ghosts?

Of course not.

You know there's
no such thing as ghosts.

Why?

Nothing.
No such thing.

No such thing.

Who lives there, sheriff?

I got no idea.

I ain't never been
this far from Beaumont.

Maybe he'll let us spend
the night in the barn.

Well, I suppose
we could ask him.