I did everything for her.
Gave her everything.
How can everything not be enough?
I sleep a lot.
The... the dreams.
Oh God, the dreams.
Hey.
I know.
Yes.
Variable three or less...
Yeah, I know. Um... I'm... I'm sorry.
I... I just can't make it in.
...40s, easterly...
Yeah, I understand.
...occasionally six at first...
No, I know it has.
...becoming variable three or less for a tide.
Good.
I just still need the space... is all.
East banking northeast, four or five.
Thanks.
Rain, then showers: good, occasional.
five, occasionally six:
rain or showers.
Good, occasionally moderate in west country.
Wight, Portland, Plymouth variable two to four
becoming northeasterly...
Good.
FitzRoy, Sole, north five or six, occasionally poor...
Northeast five or six.
Decreasing four...
Stay there, lad.
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.
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.
Eric...
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?
Yeah.
Bax, come on.
Come on.
Hey, come on.
Bell's for the fog.
Hits hard out here.
The light stopped years back.
The old cottage.
That's your home now.
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.
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.
You've got some sheep to find.
Best get to it, Mr Black.
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.
Yeah, you said it, lad.
Christ.
Shit.
Come.
Good boy.
Come on.
One, two, three, four...
One, two... Shit.
Just put them there. Got it.
Hey, what are you lookin' at?
Oh, it's locked up, no?
Come on.
Come on. Come on.
What a day. Eh, Bax?
What a place.
Should've got a job with a bungalow.
Don't look at me like that.
I'm not staying down here.
OK, I need to get over this shit.
Baxter, come on.
Bax, I'm not pissing around, pal. Come on, shift it.
Baxter!
Jesus, dog, man.
What's got into you?
I know.
We're not here to run away.
Why are we here, huh?
Bax.
Bax, come on.
Baxter.
Bax.
Let's drive up to the mountains.
- No. - Why?
Still scared of heights?
No, it's not that.
Why, Eric?
I said no, Rach.
Why?
Rachel.
Baby steps.
Come on.
Who's there?
Baxter.
Baxter!
Hey!
It's tall.
Now you can cheer up as well, mate.
You've learnt how to put the kettle on, aye?
Yeah.
Get a grip, you sad bugger.
Baxter.
Baxter!
See?
You're scared easy, lad.
What do I write about, Bax?
It's just me and you, Baxter.
It's just me and you.
No birds.
You seen any birds, lad?
Why?
Mum?
It's half eight already.
Big farm like this. So much to do!
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.
Heaven help you, lad.
How did you... how did you find me?
I should've brought your father's old tools.
Oh!
He did everything for you, you know.
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...
Why?
Why, Eric?
Why did you leave me there alone?
Why did you let her take you away from me?
No!
Get off me! - Mum! Mum.
Mum!
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.
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.
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.
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.
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?
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!
Bax?
Baxter?
Back up there, lad, you're gonna get a hiding.
Bax?
Jesus, mutt.
Hello?
Apologies, Mr Black.
I'm afraid I missed you yesterday.
Well, at least I know the phone's working.
Someone you need to call?
No. I'm not sure.
How are you doing out there, Mr Black?
Was yesterday the first time you came back here?
Yes, why?
Just wondering.
So.
It begins.
Sorry?
Questioning yourself already, Mr Black.
Um... my... my dog...
Your dog?
Baxter. He's not here.
He's run away.
The door was locked.
Maybe you should go and find him, then.
What's going on?
Nothing that can't be remedied with a little honesty, son.
Wake up! Wake up!
Baxter!
Bax!
Baxter!
Shit.
Bax!
Oi!
Baxter!
Baxter?
Baxter, lad?
Bax?
Baxter?
Come home, Bax.
Sorry.
Where am I?
Only you can answer that, Mr Black.
Only you know why you are where you are.
I don't understand.
But you do, son.
Surely you've come to realise by now.
Am... am I dead?
I don't know what you are.
Are you?
I want... I want to go home.
Where is home, Mr Black?
You can't keep me here.
Is that what I'm doing?
I don't know what you're doing.
I... I want to go home.
Maybe, Mr Black, maybe you are home.
This... this isn't my home.
And what is it, son, if not your home?
It's... it's a fucking prison!
Is that what you think it is?
You can't... you can't leave me here.
But maybe you need to be there.
I don't need to be anywhere.
We all need our place, son.
Perhaps that's yours now.
But I didn't do anything.
What does that mean?
It means I didn't do anything.
What didn't you do, Mr Black?
Nothing!
No one does nothing.
It was an accident.
Your wife.
It was an accident.
You were there.
I'd been drinking.
I lost control.
Ran away.
I ran away.
Where, Mr Black?
I don't... I don't know.
Do you think your wife is still alive?
Don't know. I don't know.
There was another, wasn't there?
A baby.
Yes.
What a curse to live with, Mr Black.
Yes.
Time to begin your sentence, son.
Hello?
Hello!
Baxter?
Come on!
Baxter?
What do you want?
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!
Hey!
Shh.
Hey!
Shall we start at the beginning?
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.
I'm not sure what you mean, Eric.
I need to say something.
I need... I need to tell you something really important.
Go on.
I killed my wife.
That was an accident.
She was alone. Right?
I couldn't take the height.
I couldn't take it.
The sea had taken her body.
All I buried was...
memories.
I did everything for her.
How can everything not be enough?
I need you to think very carefully.
Is there anything else you want to tell me?
That she was pregnant.
She was pregnant.
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?
Jesus.
That was quite the performance, Mr Black.
Quite the performance.
Because I got off the island?
Because I escaped?
You think that's funny?
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.
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!
Look to your right, Mr Black.
Go on, do it now.
Take a good, long look at yourself there, son.
I said keep your journal safe.
What have you done?
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?
My duty.
Just that.
Nothing more.
What have you done?
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.