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[WIND WHISTLES]
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[METAL SQUEAKS]
[THUNDER RUMBLES] - [RAIN PATTERS]
[WOOD CREAKS]
[HEART BEATS SLOWLY]
[WOMAN MOANS FAINTLY]
[HEART BEATS FASTER]
[ERIC, VO]: I did everything for her.
Gave her everything.
How can everything not be enough?
[CHOIR SINGS] ♪ Abide with me ♪
♪ Fast falls the eventide ♪
♪ The darkness deepens ♪
♪ Lord, with me abide ♪
♪ When other helpers fail ♪
♪ And comforts flee ♪
♪ Help of the hopeless ♪
♪ Oh, abide with me ♪
[SINGING DISTORTS AND FADES]
[ERIC, VO]: I sleep a lot.
[HE STUTTERS] The... the dreams.
Oh God, the dreams.
[PRIEST TALKS IN DISTANCE]
[INDISTINCT VOICES OVERLAP]
[HAUNTING VOICES ECHO]
[BABY WAILS]
[INDISTINCT VOICES WHISPER]
[HAUNTING VOICES GROW LOUDER]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[COFFIN CRACKS]
[HE SCREAMS SILENTLY]
[ALARM CLOCK BLARES]
[ALARM STOPS]
[DOG WHIMPERS AND SCRATCHES]
[DOG WHINES]
Hey.
I know.
Yes.
[SHIPPING NEWS ON RADIO]: Variable three or less...
[ERIC ON PHONE]: Yeah, I know. Um... I'm... I'm sorry.
I... I just can't make it in.
[SHIPPING NEWS]: ...40s, easterly...
[ERIC]: Yeah, I understand.
[SHIPPING NEWS]: ...occasionally six at first...
No, I know it has.
[SHIPPING NEWS]: ...becoming variable three or less for a tide.
Showers: good.
[ERIC]: I just still need the space... is all.
[SHIPPING NEWS]: East banking northeast, four or five.
Thanks.
[ERIC REPLACES RECEIVER]
[SHIPPING NEWS]: Rain, then showers: good, occasional.
Southeast banking east-north-east: five, occasionally six:
rain or showers.
[DOG EATS NOISILY]
[DOG EATING MUFFLES RADIO]
[DOG EATING NOISE GETS LOUDER]
[EATING NOISE STOPS]
[SHIPPING NEWS]: Good, occasionally moderate in west country.
[SHIPPING NEWS CONTINUES]
Wight, Portland, Plymouth variable two to four
becoming northeasterly...
[BABY MURMURS]
[DRAWER CREAKS OPEN] - [BABY MURMURS]
[BABY WHIMPERS]
[SHIPPING NEWS]: Good.
FitzRoy, Sole, north five or six, occasionally poor...
[PHONE RINGS]
[PHONE STOPS RINGING]
[SHIPPING NEWS]: Northeast five or six.
Decreasing four...
[CAR ENGINE STOPS]
Stay there, lad.
[SHEEP BLEATS IN DISTANCE]
Yes?
Place is a mess.
I'm coming back.
No. No, you're not.
I don't need you.
What about what I need?
What you need?
What do you need, Eric?
Mum...
You left your father here alone.
You left him here because of her.
Rachel.
You're still wearing her ring.
[SHE SIGHS] And after what she did.
Ungodly woman.
We're nothing without faith, Eric.
Faith didn't save Dad, Mum.
Just... look what it's done to you.
No. No, you did this to me.
You're only here now because she's dead.
You've no place talking about my wife! - And you've no place here.
You can go.
I learnt to cope the hard way.
It's time you did the same.
Where will you go?
Eric.
Don't worry.
[CAR ENGINE STARTS]
Eric...
[CROW CAWS]
[THUNDER RUMBLES] - [WIND WHISTLES]
[HE INHALES SHARPLY]
[HE CRIES]
[HE SOBS]
[SHEEP BLEATS]
[ERIC FLICKS LIGHTER OPEN]
[HE FLICKS LIGHTER SHUT]
[FISHERWOMAN]: Smoker?
No.
Was my wife's.
She not joining you?
Escaping or running?
I just needed the work is all.
And how did the advert find you?
I saw it in the paper.
No. How did it find you?
Sometimes people just need solitude, you know?
Breathing space, Mr Black.
Just that, right? - [DOG WHIMPERS]
Yeah.
Bax, come on.
Come on.
Hey, come on.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[FISHERWOMAN]: Bell's for the fog.
Hits hard out here.
The light stopped years back.
The old cottage.
That's your home now.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
As you know, the generator's buggered.
Round the back there if you fancy trying to fix it yourself.
Gas lamps by the dozen inside.
Plenty of firewood and fuel.
There's a telephone for emergencies, though it gets cut off by bad weather.
It's easy to get lost here, so be warned.
You've got your instructions and your map.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
So you'll be fine.
So...
You're just leaving now?
It's not my place here.
When will you be back?
I'll be back next Tuesday with supplies.
Anything else you need, you let me know.
OK.
[FISHERWOMAN]: You've got some sheep to find.
Best get to it, Mr Black.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
You'll not be short of chores here, that's for sure.
I nearly forgot.
You'll be needing this.
A journal. Keep it safe.
Good luck.
Something's haunting you, Mr Black.
I can see it.
Hope you get the chance to confront it.
[DOG WHIMPERS]
Yeah, you said it, lad.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[DOOR OPENS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS] - [HE WHISTLES TO DOG]
[DOG WHIMPERS]
[ERIC]: Christ.
[DOG WHINES]
[DOG WHIMPERS]
[NO DIAL TONE]
[NO WATER RUNS]
[HOUSE CREAKS] - Shit.
[SHEEP BLEAT]
Come.
[DOG WHIMPERS] - Good boy.
Come on.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HOUSE CREAKS AND GROANS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[CLOCK TICKS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[SHEEP BLEAT]
One, two, three, four...
[SHEEP BLEAT]
One, two... Shit.
Just put them there. Got it.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HE COUGHS]
Hey, what are you lookin' at?
[DOG WHIMPERS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Oh, it's locked up, no?
Come on.
[HE WHISTLES TO DOG]
Come on. Come on. - [DOG WHIMPERS]
[CLOCK TICKS]
[WAVES LAP SHORE]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[CLOCK TICKS]
[TICKING SLOWS DOWN]
[TICKING STOPS]
What a day. Eh, Bax? - [DOG WHIMPERS]
What a place.
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[CREAKING CONTINUES]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[CLOCK TICKS]
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[INDISTINCT WHISPERING VOICES]
[WHISPERING VOICES FADE]
[CLOCK STOPS TICKING]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[WIND WHISTLES]
[DOG WHINES]
[DOG WHIMPERS]
Should've got a job with a bungalow.
[HE DROPS BAG ON FLOOR]
Don't look at me like that.
I'm not staying down here. - [DOG WHINES]
OK, I need to get over this shit.
[STEP SQUEAKS]
[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]
[FAINT SCREAM]
[HE WHIMPERS]
[HE BREATHES HEAVILY]
Baxter, come on. - [DOG WHIMPERS]
Bax, I'm not pissing around, pal. Come on, shift it.
[DOG WHIMPERS]
Baxter!
[DOG WHIMPERS]
Jesus, dog, man.
What's got into you?
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[DOG WHIMPERS] - [ERIC]: I know.
We're not here to run away. - [LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Why are we here, huh?
Bax.
Bax, come on.
[HE WHISTLES TO DOG]
Baxter.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[THUNDER CRACKS]
[DOOR CLATTERS]
[WIND HOWLS]
[THUNDER ROARS]
[THUNDER CLAPS]
[BABY MURMURS]
[DOOR OPENS]
[METAL RATTLES]
Bax.
[DOG WHIMPERS]
[THUNDER CLAPS]
[WIND WHISTLES]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[FAINT CRIES]
[STEP CREAKS]
[THUNDER CLAPS]
[STORM FADES]
[RACHEL, VO]: Let's drive up to the mountains.
[ERIC, VO]: No. - [RACHEL, VO]: Why?
Still scared of heights?
[SHE LAUGHS]
[ERIC, VO]: No, it's not that.
[RACHEL, VO]: Why, Eric?
[ERIC, VO]: I said no, Rach.
[RACHEL ECHOES]: Why?
[ERIC, VO]: Rachel.
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
[SCREAM FADES]
[WIND HOWLS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[HE WHISPERS]: Baby steps.
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[HE FLICKS LIGHTER OPEN AND SHUT]
[HE CONTINUES FLICKING LIGHTER]
[HE FLICKS LIGHTER] - [LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[WIND HOWLS]
[HE CONTINUES FLICKING LIGHTER]
Come on.
[SHEEP BLEAT]
[HE EXHALES DEEPLY]
[WHISPERING HOWL]
[SHEEP BLEAT] -[DOG BARKS]
Who's there?
- [DOG BARKS]
Who's there?
[WIND WHOOSHES]
[SHEEP GO SILENT]
Baxter.
[HE SHOUTS]: Baxter!
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[NO DIAL TONE]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Hey!
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Hey!
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Hey!
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[DOOR METAL CLANGS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[ERIC]: It's tall.
Now you can cheer up as well, mate.
You've learnt how to put the kettle on, aye?
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Yeah.
[HOUSE CREAKS DEEPLY]
[HOUSE CREAKS LOUDLY]
Get a grip, you sad bugger.
[HE BREATHES DEEPLY]
[HE PANTS]
Baxter.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Baxter!
See?
You're scared easy, lad.
[FLAME IGNITES]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HE FLICKS LIGHTER SHUT]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
What do I write about, Bax?
[DOG GROWLS]
[DOG GROWLS LOUDER]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[THUNDER CRACKS] - [HE FLICKS LIGHTER]
[DOG GROWLS]
[WIND HOWLS]
It's just me and you, Baxter.
[DOG GROWLS]
It's just me and you.
[DOG GROWLS INSISTENTLY]
No birds.
You seen any birds, lad?
[DOG GROWLS] - [LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[DISTANT SCREAM]
[HE FLICKS LIGHTER]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[VOICE WHISPERS]: Why?
[FIGURE SCREAMS]
[HE BREATHES SHAKILY]
[METAL POTS RATTLE]
[DISTANT RUMMAGING] - [DOG WHIMPERS]
[RUMMAGING CONTINUES]
[SHEEP BLEAT OUTSIDE] - [POTS CLATTER]
Mum?
It's half eight already.
Big farm like this. So much to do!
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Mum, wh... what are you doing here?
Feed will get damp, dumped aside in the shed like that.
What?
The place is falling apart.
Roof needs seeing to.
[SHE SIGHS] Heaven help you, lad.
How did you... how did you find me?
I should've brought your father's old tools.
[CROCKERY SHATTERS]
Oh!
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[SHE GATHERS THE SHARDS]
[SHEEP BLEATS]
He did everything for you, you know.
[SHE DROPS THE SHARDS]
You have no idea what I've been through.
I have lost my wife, Mum.
Oh, don't you dare compare the two of them!
Don't you dare compare your father to that... that...
cheap harlot.
That dirty, filthy whore!
The fucking...
[SHE GASPS]
[SHE WHIMPERS]
Why?
Why, Eric?
[SHE SOBS] Why did you leave me there alone?
Why did you let her take you away from me?
[SHE WEEPS]
[SHE CRIES]
No!
Get off me! - Mum! Mum.
Mum!
[SHE WEEPS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[SHE SOBS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
You've not been eating properly.
Look at you. You've got no colour in your cheeks.
I've not had much of an appetite.
Rachel, I suppose.
How's Baxter doing?
Yeah, he's erm...
Still settling in, you know?
I thought he'd love the change, but he's been a bit... distant.
[SHE TUTS] Ah, is he six now?
Eight.
Eight?
I remember how you were with Patch.
He loved the outdoors. You both did.
Everything was easier then, wasn't it? - No.
Just different.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
God has a map for us all.
You... you can stray from the path easily.
But finding the path again, that's the hardest thing.
Look, if you've come to preach, then...
Oh, no.
No.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
You still haven't answered my question.
How did you find me here?
All sheep end up at market.
It's a small world.
I hadn't even heard of this place.
It's a far way out west.
What made you think I'd farm again somewhere else anyhow?
You'll always pull back to what you know.
You can't help but follow your blood.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
I just wanted the space is all.
Well, now she's out of the way.
You're here.
What? - You used to be so happy.
Before her.
Before her drinking and her other men.
Don't bring her into it.
Alright?
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Thank you.
Just accept it.
It'll make it easier for yourself.
Why don't you ever listen, Mum?
I know it was all too much for you.
It's nothing to do with you.
She was a selfish, ungodly whore.
I hope it hurt her, Eric.
The crash.
I hope it wasn't quick.
I hope she felt a slow, burning agony in the final moments.
The agony she caused others.
I hope the hot flames of the wreck were the last thing she felt
before she was cast down into the fires of hell.
Get out... Get out of my house.
One thing you can be sure of.
That baby.
It wasn't yours.
Likely the devil's child.
Oh, it's a bastard.
You did the right thing, son. - Mum...
You did the right thing.
Mum! - [SHE SCREAMS DEMONICALLY]
[HE GASPS]
[HE BREATHES DEEPLY]
Bax?
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HOUSE CREAKS]
Baxter?
Back up there, lad, you're gonna get a hiding.
Bax?
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Jesus, mutt.
[PHONE RINGS]
Hello?
[FISHERWOMAN]: Apologies, Mr Black.
I'm afraid I missed you yesterday.
Well, at least I know the phone's working.
[FISHERWOMAN]: Someone you need to call?
No. I'm not sure.
[FISHERWOMAN]: How are you doing out there, Mr Black?
Was yesterday the first time you came back here?
[FISHERWOMAN]: Yes, why?
Just wondering.
[FISHERWOMAN]: So.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS] - It begins.
Sorry?
[FISHERWOMAN]: Questioning yourself already, Mr Black.
Um... my... my dog...
[FISHERWOMAN]: Your dog?
Baxter. He's not here.
[FISHERWOMAN]: He's run away.
The door was locked.
[FISHERWOMAN]: Maybe you should go and find him, then.
What's going on?
[FISHERWOMAN]: Nothing that can't be remedied with a little honesty, son.
Wake up! Wake up!
Baxter!
[HE SCREAMS]: Baxter!
Bax!
Baxter!
[INAUDIBLE]
[FAINT SCREAM]
[INDISTINCT VOICES WHISPER]
Baxter!
Shit.
Bax! - [DOG BARKS]
Bax!
[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]
[HE COUGHS]
Oi!
[HE LAUGHS WHEEZILY]
[DOG BARKS]
Baxter!
Baxter?
Baxter, lad?
[HIGH-PITCHED WHIMPER]
[DOG WHINES]
[EERIE WHOOSH]
Bax?
Baxter?
[DOG WHINES]
Baxter?
[FEMALE VOICE WHISPERS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[ERIC FLICKS LIGHTER OPEN AND SHUT]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS] - [ERIC CONTINUES FLICKING LIGHTER]
[HE CONTINUES FLICKING LIGHTER]
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[DISTANT RUMMAGING]
[BABY MURMURS]
[HE YELLS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[INDISTINCT VOICES WHISPER]
[HE SOBS]
[SHEEP BLEAT]
[WIND BILLOWS] - [RAIN FALLS]
[THUNDER CRACKS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Come home, Bax.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[CLOCK TICKS LOUDLY]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[WIND WHISPERS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[INDISTINCT VOICES WHISPER]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HE GASPS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS] - [HE GASPS]
[HE BREATHES DEEPLY]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Sorry.
[PHONE RINGS]
[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Where am I?
[FISHERWOMAN]: Only you can answer that, Mr Black.
Only you know why you are where you are.
I don't understand.
[FISHERWOMAN]: But you do, son.
Surely you've come to realise by now.
Am... am I dead? - [LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[FISHERWOMAN]: I don't know what you are.
Are you?
I want... I want to go home.
[FISHERWOMAN]: Where is home, Mr Black?
You can't keep me here.
[FISHERWOMAN]: Is that what I'm doing?
I don't know what you're doing.
I... I want to go home.
[FISHERWOMAN]: Maybe, Mr Black, maybe you are home.
This... this isn't my home.
[FISHERWOMAN]: And what is it, son, if not your home?
It's... it's a fucking prison!
[FISHERWOMAN]: Is that what you think it is?
[HE SNIFFLES]
You can't... you can't leave me here. - [LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[FISHERWOMAN]: But maybe you need to be there.
I don't need to be anywhere.
[FISHERWOMAN]: We all need our place, son.
Perhaps that's yours now.
But I didn't do anything.
[FISHERWOMAN]: What does that mean?
It means I didn't do anything.
[FISHERWOMAN]: What didn't you do, Mr Black?
Nothing!
[FISHERWOMAN]: No one does nothing.
It was an accident.
[FISHERWOMAN]: Your wife.
[ERIC]: It was an accident.
[FISHERWOMAN]: You were there.
[ERIC BREATHES HEAVILY]
[ERIC]: I'd been drinking.
I lost control.
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
[ERIC]: Ran away.
I ran away.
[FISHERWOMAN]: Where, Mr Black?
I don't... I don't know.
[FISHERWOMAN]: Do you think your wife is still alive?
Don't know. I don't know.
[FISHERWOMAN]: There was another, wasn't there?
A baby.
[FISHERWOMAN]: Yes.
What a curse to live with, Mr Black.
Yes.
[FISHERWOMAN]: Time to begin your sentence, son.
[CALL DISCONNECTS]
Hello?
Hello!
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HIGH-PITCHED TONE]
[METAL SQUEALS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Baxter?
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
Baxter?
Come on!
[DOOR SLAMS]
[WOOD CREAKS]
[WOMAN SCREAMS] - [LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[LIGHTHOUSE CREAKS]
[FOOTSTEPS CLIMB STAIRS]
[ERIC PUSHES ON DOOR]
[DOOR BREAKS OPEN]
Baxter?
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HE FLICKS LIGHTER OPEN]
[BOAT CREAKS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[HE GRUNTS]
[HE GROANS]
[HE COUGHS]
[HE LAUGHS]
[HE BREATHES SHAKILY]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS] - [THUNDER RUMBLES]
[HOUSE CREAKS]
[WIND HOWLS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[WIND BILLOWS, WHISTLES]
[SLOW HEARTBEAT]
[HE BREATHES SHAKILY] - [SLOW HEARTBEAT]
[SLOW HEARTBEAT]
[HE BREATHES SHAKILY]
[HEARTBEAT SPEEDS UP]
[BABY WAILS]
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
[HEART BEATS FASTER]
[BABY CRIES]
[HE BREATHES SHAKILY]
[BABY SCREAMS] - [HE GROANS]
[HEART BEATS FASTER]
[BABY SCREAMS]
[SHE SCREAMS]
[HE GASPS] - [HEARTBEAT STOPS]
[ENGINE MOTOR RUNS]
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[ENGINE CONTINUES RUNNING]
What do you want?
[FIGURE SQUELCHES AND HISSES]
[FIGURE HISSES]
Why, Eric?
Why?
You're not real.
Why?
Rachel's dead.
Why, Eric?
Rachel's dead.
I let her go.
You're not my wife.
You're not my wife!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
Hey!
[WOMAN SCREAMS]
[ERIC]: Hey!
Shh.
[HE GASPS AND SPLUTTERS]
[ERIC]: Hey!
[HE GASPS FOR AIR]
[WATER CHURNS]
[DOG BARKS]
[ERIC PANTS] - [SEABIRDS CRY]
[DETECTIVE]: Shall we start at the beginning?
[CLOCK TICKS]
Eric, can you hear me?
This fisherwoman.
You must have a name. A telephone number perhaps?
Am I...
Am I dead?
No.
I don't know who she is.
[DETECTIVE]: I'm not sure what you mean, Eric.
I need to say something.
I need... I need to tell you something really important.
[DETECTIVE]: Go on.
I killed my wife.
[DETECTIVE]: That was an accident.
She was alone. Right?
[ERIC]: I couldn't take the height.
I couldn't take it.
[HE SCREAMS SILENTLY]
The sea had taken her body.
All I buried was...
memories.
I did everything for her.
How can everything not be enough?
[DETECTIVE]: I need you to think very carefully.
Is there anything else you want to tell me?
That she was pregnant.
She was pregnant.
[DETECTIVE]: You've been through a lot, Eric.
I can see that.
Let's take a break.
There's a telephone in the corner behind you if there's anyone you wish to call.
OK?
[SHE SIGHS] Jesus.
[PHONE RINGS]
[PHONE CONTINUES RINGING]
[HE PICKS UP RECEIVER]
[FISHERWOMAN]: That was quite the performance, Mr Black.
Quite the performance.
Because I got off the island?
Because I escaped?
[FISHERWOMAN LAUGHS]
You think that's funny?
[FISHERWOMAN]: What's to escape, Mr Black?
Who do you think you are?
You can run from an island, Mr Black, but you can't run from what's due.
I've told the police everything.
My conscience is clear.
[FISHERWOMAN]: But you're a fiddler of the rules.
You're a filthy
little fiddler of the rules.
You think that can go unpunished?
You answered that call.
You took that job. Only you opened the door.
You fucked up bitch!
[FISHERWOMAN LAUGHS]
[FISHERWOMAN]: Look to your right, Mr Black.
Go on, do it now.
Take a good, long look at yourself there, son.
[LIGHTHOUSE BELL TOLLS]
[FISHERWOMAN]: I said keep your journal safe.
What have you done?
[FISHERWOMAN]: You mean...
what have you done?
You can't enter into my line of work
without having a measure of insurance, son.
What have you done?
[FISHERWOMAN]: My duty.
Just that.
Nothing more.
What have you done?
[FISHERWOMAN]: You're a bad omen, Mr Black.
A curse on the very ground you walk on.
Who are you?
A servant to the hand of fate, Mr Black.
[HE REPLACES RECEIVER]
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