Death Curse of Tartu

Sam Gunter: We'll set up over there, on the high ground.

Billy: I'm sorry, Mr. Gunter but as I told you before, I can't go beyond this point.

Sam Gunter: Don't tell me you believe those ridiculous stories about evil spirits and witch doctors that turn themselves into giant alligators and all that rubbish.

Billy: I'm sorry but I'm afraid I do.

Sam Gunter: Billy, I'd believe this of your grandfather, perhaps even your father, but you?

Billy: You forget; I am a Seminole.

Sam Gunter: You're an intelligent, educated man, you surely don't believe in ghosts?

Billy: I only know one thing, Mr. Gunter; that ever since I was a little boy, I have seen my people bring back the bodies of dead men who have invaded the sacred burial ground. I, myself, have heard the drums. And the voices of the ancient Indians that lie buried here.

Sam Gunter: This is hard to believe. It's hard to believe that...

Billy: Just listen. Look around you. Have you ever seen a hammock this quiet? You've been in the Everglades long enough to know that hammocks like this one are filled with birds and the countless sounds of living things that are native to these mounds.

Sam Gunter: What are you trying to say?

Billy: Look around. Can you explain why everything has left?