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- What's that?

Must've been some birds.

- Goddammit.

You could have reminded me to get some gas.

- No shit. - We're in the middle

of nowhere.

Be right back. - Yeah, sure.

- Don't turn on the radio,

you'll run down the battery.

Don't wander off, you hear?

George!

- Is there a gas station around here where I could get some...

What are you doing?

Oh my God!

- Goddammit.

Brand new car. Brand new tires!

It won't take me long, honey.

Sit tight, honey.

I'll have this taken care of in a minute.

There.

Aw, this damn thing is stuck.

Come on, darling.

You know you shouldn't have wandered away.

- My hands!

Just look at my hands!

- Everything's all right, my darling.

Just you calm down.

Come on.

Let's go, huh?

We're all set to go.

- I don't give a damn!

I'm staying here.

I'm not going anywhere.

I wanna go back home.

I wanna get away.

- Come on. Don't you think you'd better calm down?

- Leave me alone, you hear?

I'm gonna die.

What'd we come out here for?

What did you get us lost for?

- Take it easy, honey, it's all right.

We're not lost, so don't be afraid.

There's a town 10 miles or so down the road.

Looks like a very nice place.

- Yeah, we always set out for a very nice place

and end up nowhere.

And my hands! I have to get them to do something

about my hands.

- I love you and I love your hands.

- Bullshit, you're full Of it!

- That's the reason I married you.

- Hold me.

- Don't. - That's better.

Darling, isn't that a light over there?

Yeah, so it is.

Thank God.

- I'll be back.

Just don't move.

Are you kidding?

- I better put on my jacket.

- Hurry back. - Yeah.

Hey!

- It looks like somebody got lost.

Let him in, Louise.

Thank you, ma'am.

- The rain stopped.

Thought that storm was gonna be a dilly,

but I guess I was wrong.

I'm not often wrong.

In fact, I'm almost never wrong.

But to err is human, I guess.

At least you're right about that, husband.

Hush, woman.

- Damn it.

This really isn't my day.

I'll get it fixed tomorrow.

- If you're expecting any more tourists,

you may be disappointed.

- No, no, I don't.

The only kind of people we get around here anymore

are people like you.

They got lost.

- I better go see my wife. - Yeah.

- People will come.

Someday, or should I say some night?

They'll come on a night just like this.

I pray to God we won't be here anymore

when they do.

- Come on, Louise.

Aren't you ever going to stop this nonsense of yours?

- Nonsense, is it?

I'm not so sure it's nonsense.

Ten years ago,

when the farm at the crossroad burned down

in the middle of a rain storm that flooded half the country.

It was nonsense too, wasn't it?

- An accident.

- I never said it was anything else.

- Well, that settles it.

- I'm not so sure.

Nobody was ever able to prove it.

Then, two years ago... then a couple of years ago,

a fishing boat sailed by; three good men just vanished

though the sea was perfectly calm.

And it all happens at the same time of year.

You know very well it would be a long list

if we were to add up all the strange catastrophes

that strike us just before, or during, or after the Equinox.

- What are you trying to say?

I don't know what you're talking about.

- Oh, they're just stories, a legend.

They say that one or maybe two sailboats got wrecked

when the wind jammers used to follow our coastlines

so to stay clear of the big storms we get,

mostly at Equinox time.

You know,

that's when the day is exactly as long as the night.

That's when we get the highest tides.

They say five brothers lighted channel fires

that led the ships straight into the rocks.

Ship wreckers used to do that, you know?

Bandits, they were.

Murderers who killed and plundered.

Ships relied on channel fires

as they do on lighthouses.

When they were torn apart on the rocks,

both the crew and the cargo were an easy prey.

They say one was a British ship

on its way back from India.

It had stopped over in Egypt, so they say.

The story is that it picked up a special shipment of crates

in Cairo, and to this day,

nobody knows exactly what was in 'em.

They say the sea that night went berserk,

as fierce, as vicious, as murderous

as if it were whipped up by a hurricane.

The end of the world.

Waves lashed out at the rock,

but the five brothers kept on feeding the fires.

It was a long night before the sun came out again

and sobered the sea,

but before it did, the whole topography

of the coast had changed.

It looked as if a giant hand had pushed the cliffs

into the sea.

No one ever saw the five brothers again,

nor the ship.

Were they swallowed up by the sea or buried

beneath a rockfall? Or, did they ever exist?

The only thing we know for certain

is that an English clipper

did run into trouble that night off our shores.

Some kids found the logbook next morning

under one of the cliffs,

which had moved overnight in the sea.

Now the whole thing may be a fairy tale, I don't know.

- That's a strange story.

- Ah, the brothers, all five of them,

did exist and that's no fairy tale.

They even say the offspring signed a pact

with the devil and you know it damn well.

- That's plain nonsense again.

I know no such thing.

All I know is they do have descendants,

but that doesn't take any witchcraft.

- Well, be that as it may...

Except that the old woman,

she never goes out of the house,

stays cooped up with her idiot son and a daughter

nobody has ever yet caught a glimpse of.

Maybe, but why call the son an idiot?

He was born misshapen.

- No thank you.

Looks like a gargoyle, but he's no idiot.

Maybe you'll say he's smart

by the time you've got through that bottle.

- Good stuff.

Brew it myself.

- He's misshapen, you say.

I say more likely he's a monster.

- Get out of the way.

Go on.

Stupid goat.

Come here, you old goat.

God, he's lazy.

Come here, I said!

Well?!

That's better.

You know what to do.

Goddamn wind.

What's the matter with you?

Huh?

Come on, my little baby.

Get out of the way like a good girl.

It's that horse again?

The devil's own mount.

Isn't anybody going to have the guts enough to shoot it?

If it comes pounding its hooves

around here once more, I'll kill the son of a bitch.

- You'd do that, husband? - Yeah.

Somebody has to before it damns us all to Hell.

Hell or no Hell, I'm killing the son of a bitch.

- What's the matter with you?

You're supposed to pull, so pull, goddammit!

- That's it, that settles it.

I'm gonna give it a belly full of buckshot.

Goddamn horse.

- Even if you're the devil, you don't scare me.

Come here!

I'll beat your goddamn brains out!

You think you scare me, huh?

You don't scare me.

Come here!

- I'm getting out of here.

Shit.

Damn it.

Where am I?

- Keep going.

What are you stopping for?

Pick it up.

My son.

Never seen anything like it.

That's as hard as you'll pull it?

Stop!

That's it.

This is as good a grave as any.

Get the hell over here!

It's heavy, isn't it?

Want me to lift it for you?

Big boy like you.

This looks just great.

Yes.

Need a shoe horn, or what?

That a boy.

What was that?

Go and find out.

Out there!

What do you see?

Well, what is it?

- Show yourself so I can let you have it!

I'll get you, even if it's the last thing I do!

Show yourself!

There you are.

You're running away, huh?

Wait!

I know you're quick.

Neigh some more.

Where are ya?

Why don't you neigh some more?

I know you're over there!

Shut up!

- Now what's the matter?

What do you want?

What are you trying to show me?

Leave her where she is.

You still got work to do.

That's amazing.

She looks just like her.

Well...

You're right.

Why should she live when my daughter is dead?

Throw her into the grave!

Just dump her in.

- Shit.

Gas.

Gotta be some in the trunk.

Oh, no, the gas...

Damn.

Come on.

Just a little more, car.

Please, help me! Please, help me!

Huh?

Everything is true, just like you said!

I saw the monsters! The old woman's son!

Oh. - I know,

but I don't give a damn.

The key to it all is that animal.

The key. - The mummy,

I saw it!

It's coming this way! - Screw the mummy!

- Please do something. Oh!

Please, please don't let it...

Use your rifle on it!

It's a shotgun, lady.

- You've gotta kill it. - Kill it?

- You've gotta help me.

I told you, lady, what I want is that goddamn horse!

Please!

Stop them!

They're going to kill us!

I'll get you.

- Please.

Stay still, damn it.

No, you can't get away from me.

Come on!

I knew it.

I told them that wreck was here all the while!

I knew it was there all along.

I knew it!

I knew it!

I told you, didn't I?

I was dead certain it was there and I was right.

It's mine, now.

And it's gold, it's treasure.

It's secret.

I'll be its master, its secret is mine!

- The mummy, it's coming our way!

I'm so afraid.

I found the ship.

There's nothing to worry about anymore.

- Take this!

Damn.

What is it?

Why doesn't it stop?

We'll see...

Get out of my way!

I'm part of a mystery, now!

You got no power over me!

Get out of my way!

The ship is mine, now!

I'm the master of the ghost ship!

You're nothing but my slave!

Right, right.

There we go.

- What you need is a cup of coffee

and maybe I'll add some buttered toast with honey,

so as to get you on the right foot.

You mustn't waste such a nice day.

Hmm...

It was a dream, it was a dram,

I just don't understand.

I don't know.

This bed is...

- I'm terribly sorry, ma'am.

- Why is that?

- The fact is, I didn't realize where I was 'til much later.

I must have seemed awfully rude.

I'm sorry.

Last night, was there a storm, or did I dream it?

- There was, and you arrived right in the middle of it.

- Could you tell me... I mean, I'm looking for my husband.

- Ah, well, he drove off at the break of dawn.

I believe he went looking for a garage to get a tire fixed.

It was a long way.

It'll probably take until noon.

- I see.

Oh, well, I guess he did the right thing.

You can't be too careful.

- He promised me he'd try to make it back before lunch.

Of course, both of you will lunch with us when he gets back.

My husband said he'd go see if he could buy us some fish.

- Your husband?

You mean your husband?

How long ago did he leave?

I mean...

- Oh.

Ten minutes or so.

What's wrong with you?

Don't you feel well?

- No, I'll be all right in a minute.

I'm okay.

I'll walk around a bit.

- You sure you're all right? - Yes, I'm all right.

- I'll see you for lunch.

Le Condor was her name.

- It's okay, darlin'.

We got a nice, quiet room.

We'll get a good night's sleep.

- I guess they lost their way.

- Come on.

Pull straight, will ya!

You know how the roads get.

Come on, pull!

I said pull!