The Cellar

It was a forbidden place.

The Indians call it Caguay,

curse of the bastard of the raven.

Years ago, the Comanche war council met on this land

to decide the fate of many nations,

and the promise of annihilation to the white man.

Those days have passed, perhaps.

The Indian war council is gone.

Unfortunately, the hate created by that time is not.

The evil in that unholy war did not die.

In legend, this place is guarded by the Comanche spirit

who rides the wind to keep the evil here alone,

away from all else.

The white man did not understand.

Treaties between men were dishonored,

the word broken in the name of progress.

No, keep going, the oil is down there, I know it is.

Yeah, it's probably down 500 feet.

It's dry, you've got a dry hole!

Go, shut it down!

Sam?

Sam?

Sam, where are you?

Sam?

Here, Sam!

Wow!

Rabbit paws!

Ah!

Ah, ah, ah!

Where are they, boy?

What did you do with the rabbit paws?

It was done.

Indian magic cast aside,

the white man brought his machines.

Nobody believed the old Indian legend,

the tunnel of Caguay, awakened.

The white man was to learn the lesson

of evil medicine.

A lesson he would not be taught easily.

Emily!

Hey, Emily?

Come on, he ain't coming.

He'll be here!

What's the difference?

I ain't gonna live here.

Mance, this is your first job offer in months.

Hey, I had some offers.

Oh, look out there.

Look!

Isn't that beautiful?

Come on.

Let's just wait 10 more minutes.

Get in the car, please, Emily?

Please stay.

Hm, hm?

Somehow, I think I'm gonna live to regret this.

Good morning, viejo.

Huh?

Come on, T.C.

You gotta get going.

Huh?

Ain't you supposed to sell your house today?

To that gringo that Boatwright hired to work his rigs?

I ain't gonna sell.

Why are you so stubborn about that place?

You ain't lived there for years.

I can't live there.

Nobody can.

Why don't you just sell the place?

Put some money in your pocket.

I can't sell it, it ain't safe.

Oh, come on, T.C.

Not that story again.

It's too early.

I piss on Boatwright.

He can't make me sell.

Buenos dias, senor Boatwright.

Buenos dias, Chilo.

How about I buy you a drink, T.C?

I ain't thirsty!

Grab him.

Spin him around.

Did I hear right, T.C.?

You say you want to piss on me?

Enough!

He brought it on himself, Chilo.

Come on, come on.

Get after that house, and this time, you better sell it!

Here you go.

Give me my hat, Tommy.

Give it to me!

All right, you little bastard.

I'll sell it, and then you'll see what happens.

Ow, shit!

Mr. Van Houten.

Yes, ma'am.

T.C. Van Houten, ma'am.

Nice to meet you, T.C., I'm Emily.

Whoa, what's the matter?

Desert dust?

No, just passing time.

God almighty.

That looks bad.

Do you think we could see the house now?

Who the hell is that?

What's he doing out there?

Well, he sort of babysits the place, you know?

He's a medicine man.

He's watering a damn tractor.

Well, he brings good luck.

You know, he keeps the evil spirits away.

Come on.

Let's go in.

Guys been out in the sun too long.

Yeah, he might sell cheap.

Funny how little cuts like that

always bleeds the most, ain't it?

Yeah, it's hysterical.

Oh, T.C., does that come with the house?

Yes, ma'am.

And it stays right there, always has.

It's beautiful!

What was that?

Right over here you got the pump.

It's a real antique.

You might want to replace it

so you don't have to pump, pump, pump.

Unless you want the exercise.

Tc.

Mr. Van Houten.

Huh?

What was that?

Oh, I don't know.

Could've been a hawk.

A hawk?

Shouldn't we be talking prices here?

Or ain't you folks really interested in the place?

Oh, sure we're interested.

Aren't we, Mance?

This is the perfect place to raise April.

Where's the hawk?

Come on, let's go see the rest of the house.

Haven't you ever seen a hawk?

Keep the lights down.

You won't find no mice around here.

No, sir!

Mice nor rats.

I still don't know how

I let you talk me into this.

You'll see, Willy's gonna love this place

when he comes to visit.

All right, April sweetheart.

Sleep here while mommy and daddy finish unpacking.

Jesus.

Hey, where'd you get that?

Maybe the cavalry left it.

Look out, John Wayne.

Mance, why don't you put the gun away

before you hurt yourself.

Give me the gun, Mance.

Aw gee, mom.

Mance.

How's that, babycakes?

Now get back to work.

Yes, ma'am.

Oh my god, what's that?

Jesus Christ.

What is that, a closet?

Look at that door,

does that look like a closet?

Mm, maybe it's a dungeon.

You're a sick woman, you know that?

That's why you married me.

Why didn't T.C. tell us about that?

Someone's in the house.

I sold it, chief.

I just had to.

Well, these folks are safe, ain't they?

You can keep them safe, can't ya?

Yeah, you can keep 'em safe.

Hi Toby, hi sweetie.

Sit.

Come here.

Come here, Toby.

- Good boy. - Bonzai!

Hey, my dog!

Ha, I got you now!

What are you doing, Willy?

Killing the dragon.

Not again.

It's a different one, okay?

Where's the torrents and fire breath?

Doesn't need 'em, 'cause I can pretend.

Hey, Willy!

Come on!

Wait, Willy!

Won't you save me?

Dumb thing won't climb.

Come on, let's check it out.

What are you doing?