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[moody escalating music]
[music stops]
[dramatic musical sting]
[distant voices, choking]
Shut up!
Shut up! What do you want?
Shut up!
[hammer thudding]
[motor thrumming]
-[thudding, pounding] -Shut up! Shut up!
[loud thud]
Shut up!
What do you want?
Shut up!
Shut--
JACOB: ♪ Standing like the lighthouse ♪
♪ On the shores of time
♪ Looking o'er the waves ♪
♪ Of darkness, sin and crime ♪
♪ Look out upon the shore
♪ There's a passerby
♪ Let the beacon's light shine in ♪
Jacob.
Sweetie, where you been?
I'm sorry. I got the first flight I could afford.
Jacob, your mom wouldn't have known
if you were here or not.
You know, they say when someone passes,
they go into the light.
They become the light.
You wanna take that with you?
Um...
Oh, come here. I got something for you.
[rustling sounds]
[soft, eerie chiming sounds]
Just some things from your bedroom
she thought you might like to remember.
I'm sorry, but they're coming in a couple minutes
to get the bed.
[soft, moody music plays]
♪♪♪
She ever mention a girl named Claire?
[music intensifies]
[not audible]
YOUNG JACOB: Claire, it won't open.
[silent]
[dramatic musical sting]
[intense music escalates]
[music fades]
SONG: ♪ That's too damn bad ♪
♪ It's too late now for you to come around ♪
♪ That's too damn bad
[indistinct chatter]
[song continues in background]
[phone chimes]
Can I get you anything else?
-Oh, no. Thank you so much. -Of course.
You can keep the change.
-Thanks. -Yeah.
[uneasy music plays]
Murdoch.
Sorry.
Excuse me. Um...
Do you know where I can find, um, Jim Murdoch?
Information not on the menu will cost you extra.
Oh.
So--I--there's a bulletin board--
[laughing] So serious.
[laughs]
Murdoch's probably right over there.
If he's even in town.
Oh.
Okay, uh, do--so do you have to take like a boat?
Not if you're a good swimmer.
[laughs] But if you can wait like...
15 minutes, I have a better option.
-[man indistinct over PA] -[boat bell dings]
OLIVIA: I've only been doing it like two years, but...
here's my girl.
JACOB: Wow.
I gotta say, I'm impressed.
You a relation?
Murdoch?
No, uh, I just--
I knew his daughter when we were kids.
So...Claire. Do you know her?
No.
Used to be able to walk all the way out here
from the beach.
Not no more. I sure wouldn't try it.
The gaps, the waves, the undertow.
This place always gives me the shivers when I pass by.
[eerie bass music plays]
[hinges squeak]
[softly] Oh. Jesus Christ.
Mr. Murdoch?
[ascending footsteps]
[hinges squeaking]
Anyone here?
[doorknob clatters]
[soft music escalates]
[engine puttering]
-[load thumps down] -MURDOCH: I can see you!
You make it a habit of breaking into people's homes, kid?
Oh, no, sorry, the door--um--
No, sorry, um, I'm just-- I'm here about the job.
Sorry. You wasted your time.
Oh, uh, wait. I've got a lot of experience.
I helped patch a foundation once.
-[chuckling] -I painted a house two coats.
-Wow. -All by myself.
Sir, I really need this job, so...
Oh. You're Claire's dad, right?
We used to be friends.
-I was just like-- -I tell you what.
[straining] You fix that crack on the western deck.
[grunts] Zigzag. You can't miss it.
Have it done before I get back. Maybe we'll talk.
Wire the for sale sign to the south rail.
-What? -You heard me. [grunts]
If you're hungry, half a crappy sandwich in the fridge.
-[engine turns] -Stay off the bed by the door.
Bed? I'm sleeping here?
MURDOCH: Keep your ass off the break wall.
-It ain't safe. -Wait, sir!
I just--
[coughs]
SONG: ♪ Waiting on you and you finally come through ♪
♪ It's amazing, you always know just what to do ♪
♪ Oh, let the rhythm take control ♪
♪ Take me to places that I've never been ♪
♪ Showing me off to all of your friends, oh ♪
♪ Feel it in your soul ♪
♪ Oh boy, pick yourself off the floor ♪
♪ Wake up in your room... ♪
One day at a time.
♪ Oh oh oh ♪
♪ I know you feel it ♪
♪ My fingertips are blue ♪
♪ Ain't no way to resist it ♪
♪ We can't hide the truth ♪
♪ Waiting on you and you finally come through ♪
♪ It's amazing, you always know just what to do ♪
♪ Oh, let the rhythm take control ♪
♪ Take me to places that I've never been ♪
♪ Showing me off to all of your friends, oh ♪
♪ Feel it in your soul
[music fades]
[bubbling, creaking sounds]
[gurgling sounds]
[seagulls crying]
[gurgling continues]
[uneasy music swells]
-[gurgling continues] -Oh, so gross.
♪ Oohs and ahhs turn into kumbayahs ♪
- ♪ In the Garden of Eden... -Gross. Gross.
♪ 'Cause there ain't nobody that do it like us ♪
♪ Waiting on you and you finally come through ♪
♪ It's amazing, you always know just what to do ♪
♪ Oh, let the rhythm take control ♪
♪ Take me to places that I've never been ♪
♪ Showing me off to all of your friends, oh ♪
♪ Feel it in your soul ♪
♪ Oh yeah
[crickets chirping]
[snoring lightly]
ECHOING VOICE: Put the bottle on the chair.
-Come on. -Come on!
[chimes tinkling]
[waves splashing distantly]
Cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup.
[clinking]
[faucet squeaks]
[water rushing]
[engine humming]
[wood creaks]
[creak]
[creaking]
[breathing hard]
[uneasy music escalates]
[gasps]
[seagulls calling]
[quiet music plays]
♪♪♪
[static on radio]
[indistinct singing]
-[static] -[channels changing]
[new indistinct singer]
-[overlapping singing] -[static]
[ascending footsteps]
-[thump] -[hinges creaking]
Aw, Jesus, you're not really eating that, are you?
Here.
Try something edible.
- ♪ Baby-- -[radio clicks off]
Finish up. I'll give you the nickel tour
and then we gotta pick up the paint.
[wind blustering]
Don't even touch it. It's decommissioned.
Which means you turn it on, I get fined.
She doesn't bring you home no more.
Be a captain's liability.
Ships can wreck. People can die.
It's a real shame,
'cause light her up, she's a beautiful kaleidoscope.
Give her some curb appeal, make it easier to sell.
How'd you get the lighthouse in the first place?
Government shut her down in the '60s.
Before that, my old man worked here for ages.
So I know where all the dead bodies are buried.
[shrill bird cries]
[laughs]
Ah, the Army Corps complained it's too expensive to demolish.
City let her rot. Me being me,
bought her on the cheap, and, uh...
They were happy to get rid of this money pit.
Thought I could save her.
I was dead wrong.
[glass bauble splashes]
Ah, that lamp probably couldn't fire up
if it wanted to.
This generator hasn't been cranked in, uh,
30 years.
Appraiser comes Saturday.
It took me months to schedule the appointment.
You got six days. Understood?
It's a sprint, not a marathon.
Stay off the bed by the door.
Closet's locked. Means it's none of your goddamn business.
[mellow music plays on radio]
-[distant phone rings] -[indistinct singer on radio]
-[ringing] -MAN: I don't get it.
Where do you want me to put these?
Oh, son of a bitch!
Oh, hey. That's all yours.
Most exercise that delivery kid's seen in a lifetime.
It almost killed him.
-[laughing] -Yeah. Load 'em up.
Thanks, Dan.
Uh, Jim.
MAN: Put the bobbers all together on the same shelf!
'Cause it doesn't make sense! -Fuck me.
[phone rings]
[beep]
Uh, no, I'm not taking care of your dog.
Uh, because it's annoying
and it barks all the time and it's bit me, and I hate dogs.
I just gave you $50.
Yes, but I--mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.
Mm-hmm. Okay. Yes. Fine.
I will pick it up at the drugstore later.
Yes.
[voice fading] No, do not call me.
I will not...
YOUNG JACOB: Claire, it won't open.
DEBRA: Let go of me! Let go!
-[muffled shouting] -JACOB: Mom?
Debra, your son is here.
With a present. Look!
How lovely.
Hey, Mom.
Sorry I haven't been here for a little while.
Uh...
But I got you something.
You!
Why are you--get out!
Get out. Get him out!
[screaming] Get out! Get out! Go! Get out!
YOUNG JACOB: Mommy!
[no audio]
[scream echoing]
[wind whistling]
[moody tinkling music plays]
[child vocalizing] ♪ Oh ♪
♪♪♪
OLIVIA: Ahoy there!
Looking good.
Thank you. Brave of you to come out here.
You catch anything or just the shivers?
Well, perch are running wild by Hot Waters, so...
How are you and Mr. M. getting along?
Fine.
I don't think he likes being here very much.
[chuckles] Well, you lasted longer than the others.
I figured that you would want a little tour leftovers.
Tofu. West Coast vegans.
-Close! -[laughs]
Wait, uh, what...
-What others? -Oh, you're third or fourth,
not even including the painters.
None of them lasted a day.
That's probably more to their credit than mine.
Listen, I'm running on fumes,
-but you got my number. -No reception.
I pass by here most days.
[engine turns]
Oh, wait, um, hey,
I found out Murdoch did have a daughter.
-Yeah? -Yeah! And her name was Claire,
but it can't be the same one 'cause this one died in '99.
Yeah. I looked that up. It's gotta be a different girl,
'cause we were both born in '99.
-Yeah, '99! -No, we were both born
in ninety-- -Bye!
[camera lens snaps]
[light music plays]
♪♪♪
[Jacob singing under breath]
God damn it.
He's gonna kill me.
[uneasy chords]
♪♪♪
[soft, eerie music plays]
♪♪♪
[distant choking and gurgling]
DEBRA: Get out! Get out!
[chimes jingling]
[shouting] What the fuck?
VOICE: Hello?
Hello?
You deaf?
No. Sorry.
Well, sorry doesn't cut it. We got shit to unload.
Let's go.
Kid, you want my money, you finish the job.
How many coats? Two or three?
-Wait--it's morning? -Kid, I'm talking to you.
I'm sorry, what? I missed-- Uh, what did--what did you say?
How many coats?
One.
Look, if you can't handle the work...
-No, no, no, Mr. Murdoch-- -...or you're on drugs
-or something-- -Look...
I'm fine.
I just--I didn't sleep at all last night.
Cement's here. Load the pallet.
Get a second coat on today.
Hey, this place is kinda weird at night, you know?
[seagulls crying]
SONG: ♪ The truth is you don't wanna fight ♪
♪ With a lady in a shady little part of your mind ♪
♪ I wanna know if you felt fully empty and dull ♪
♪ Would you spasm when she rattles ♪
♪ In the side of your skull?
♪ Oh oh oh oh, she won't rest until you give into ♪
♪ Your pit of guilt, so pick until she's sitting still ♪
♪ I wanna ask, but I won't 'cause I already know ♪
-♪ What you'd say... -[thud]
[laughing]
Lunch?
Better than tofu?
-This is mucho better. -[laughs]
-Thank you. -Of course.
You been, uh, in the water yet?
[clears throat] No. I can't swim.
What?
[laughing] That's crazy.
Why, is that illegal not to know how to swim?
I love swimming.
And sailing.
My, uh, my grandpa was a shipbuilder
back in Puerto Rico before he came here
to work at the mill.
I can't imagine living anywhere else.
-It's cool. -Yeah.
-[door creaking] -Me, I--it's funny.
I haven't been here in like...
I don't know, three years, ever since I graduated.
-[wind moaning] -[door creaking]
Really? Jacob...
-Geffin. -Geffin.
-Okay. Where'd you go to school?
Lorain High.
Go, Steelmen!
-Yes. -Ah...
-[giggling] -Um, yeah, no.
I, um--it's funny, though.
I can't remember where I did elementary.
How could you possibly
not remember where you went to grade school?
[laughing]
You should probably discuss that with your shrink.
I mean,
who says I don't?
Ah ha ha! He's got jokes.
A lot. A lot.
-I got a lot of them. -[laughing]
Um...
My family and I, we moved to the south side
in middle school, but...
I don't know, life's just kind of a...
blur before that.
Hmm.
-[eerie shrill sounds] -[chiming]
[door creaking]
This place is...
at most, one third as creepy as I thought it would be.
Yeah.
Yeah. Um...
Sorry. This has been...
Great. I mean, you're great. I should, uh...
Should probably get back to work.
Yeah.
I should...get going.
Okay.
Ah, shit! Fuck!
JACOB: Shit!
I'm sorry.
Ah, damn, that's sharp.
-Here. -So much for your clean floor.
[hisses]
-Are you okay? -Yeah, it's just sharp.
Sss. Ah...
Sorry.
It's fine.
[Velcro tearing]
I'll walk you out.
Okay, yeah.
Hey.
-[crunch] -Aah!
-You okay? -[crying] Oh! Oh--
Oh, fuck.
-[whimpering] -[intense music swells]
♪♪♪
[wind whistling]
[thudding]
[breathing heavily]
[muffled voices echoing]
VOICE: [laughing]
YOUNG JACOB: Come here.
-[gurgling] -[jingling]
YOUNG JACOB: Put the bottle on the chair.
Claire, it won't open.
Wait, Claire. Put the bottle on the chair.
[wind moaning, whistling]
[distant thudding]
Aw, shit.
[water running]
Gonna stink of thinner for days.
Thanks.
I can see why you're selling this creepy place.
Ah, finish those brushes and get your ass back outside.
Those shutters aren't gonna climb back
-on the windows themselves. -[phone rings]
-[ringing] -More...
effort than it's worth.
What?
I told you I don't get reception out here if you can hear me.
This is my wife. My ex-wife.
[exhales] What a train wreck.
Lifetime of headaches, and now she's full of cancer.
Jesus, I'm...I'm sorry.
Hmm.
Hey, uh, does--does Claire know you're selling?
[chuckles]
Hey, uh, what year were you born?
'95 or '96?
'99. September.
Yeah.
You know, Claire and I loved this place.
Like, we would--we would talk about it all the time.
So you were friends with Claire, were you?
[chair thuds, clatters]
Kid's born in 1999.
This Claire?
Yeah, that's--that's Claire.
And she loves horses,
collects beach glass, has a crooked smile.
Had.
[chair thumps]
Had a crooked smile.
You catfishing me? Gaslighting me?
-Wait, what? No-- -What's your game kid?
-What's your game? -I don't--I don't have a game.
Claire is dead.
But I think you already knew that.
So, boy, if you know what's good for you,
you'll pack your shit and you'll get the hell out.
No, no, no, wait, wait, Mr. Murdoch--okay.
Claire. This Claire.
We used to be friends.
We would go to the beach to watch the sunset
by the lighthouse and--and...
-we would have ice cream. -Get out.
What?
Get out.
Look, I think we're just having--
Get out!
[slam]
[yells]
Kid--no!
No!
[seagulls crying]
I didn't mean to cross any line.
You wanna cut the shit?
You didn't know Claire. Why are you saying you did?
Why are you saying I didn't?
You take a trip to Elmgrove Cemetery.
Claire Murdoch.
Born July 16, 1989.
Died November 4, 1999.
That's impossible.
It's gotta be a different person.
Me and Claire loved painting flowers together.
MURDOCH: "That made the wizard blush.
"'We won't give up yet, Dorothy,
for I know a lot of wizardry that I haven't...'"
JACOB: Claire loved the Oz books.
We would read them all the time.
-New sentence. Read that. -"'But 'spose you haven't
the right key with you?'"
MURDOCH: "'Then we'll have to make the right key.'"
We made this one summer.
I had this on my wall
for a long time.
Claire is practically the only memory that I have
of my childhood, but for some reason,
I can't remember why or when we stopped being friends.
[engine turns]
[intense music]
[music swells]
Listen up.
Ghosts, reincarnation...
It's like Santa Claus. It's all a dog and pony show.
You knew a different Claire. Fine.
Never bring her up again.
All right, fine.
You gonna help me or what?
Can't move the shutters on my own.
[yelling] It's a sprint, not a marathon!
MURDOCH: Easy.
-Up. -[Jacob grunts]
Got it.
[light, airy music plays]
MURDOCH: Got it.
-[rap music blaring] -[people whooping]
♪♪♪
WOMAN: Yeah!
Aah! Shit.
Eyes on the prize, kid.
That's what I was doing.
Uh-huh.
What?
♪ Lookin' o'er the waves of
[top clattering]
♪ Darkness
I know that one. [clears throat]
My mom, she used to be a church organist.
She's passed?
Dementia. Early onset.
They called it, um...
atypical...psychosis or something.
When'd you get that lovely news?
Last week.
It's why I'm back in town.
I was just saying, you know, I knew that...
...song.
-Hymn or whatever. -Uh-huh.
We all been sold a bill of goods, kid.
"There's a path sublime.
Let the beacon's light shine in."
[laughs] Why, that was my old man's favorite tune.
How's your, um...
dad doing with all the-- the...
stuff?
Left when I was a kid.
Ah, yeah.
Both my parents died in a car crash when I was a kid.
Try and figure that one out, you know?
I mean, it made sense to me that...
you'd never feel death as deep as the first time, but...
I was incorrect.
We buried him and then after the funeral,
my Grandma Murdoch...[laughing]
Oh, she's something.
She's, uh, quiet and churchy, which means
she's a real SOB most of the time.
She, uh...
she drags me into that beach way over there
and she points at this lighthouse here and she says--
I'm never gonna forget it--
"That's your salvation, Jimmy.
Whenever there's a storm, keep an eye on the light."
And, God help me, she sang that song.
I mean, she meant it in her, you know, her churchy way.
I didn't take it like that.
I mean, I thought this place would...
I don't know. It'd be important to me.
Something prophetic to my soul.
Fuckin' box of rocks.
There's no salvation here.
There's just one shipwreck after another.
That doesn't make for a very good hymn, does it?
-[phone rings] -Nope.
Oh...well.
Look who's day drinkin'.
The wife. Or, you know, ex-wife.
She loves her booze.
It makes her mean and nasty, and that's...
that's why I brought my little girl here.
It's our escape.
We were the lighthouse people.
What a nightmare.
Be glad to be rid of it.
Here.
Coming down to the wire.
Cement work. Clean the attic. Paint touch-ups, odds and ends.
Counting on you, kid.
Smells like rain.
Move the cement to the basement, huh?
Hey, can you take me to shore tonight?
I'd kinda like to sleep in my own bed.
Hard no. You're burnin' daylight.
I don't have time to haul you back and forth from shore.
24/7, remember?
-It's a sprint... -BOTH: Not a marathon.
[seagulls crying]
Hello?
Shit!
[intense music escalates]
Fuck this.
It's bullshit.
[eerie music plays]
♪♪♪
[moans]
[thudding]
[thud]
[wind moaning]
[thud]
[thud, thump]
[wood creaking]
[dramatic musical sting]
What the fuck!
What the fuck?
[breathing heavily]
[thump, thud]
[loud thudding]
[thump, thud]
[thudding]
[thump, thud]
[loud thudding]
[hinges creaking]
[Jacob panting]
[echoing] Come here.
Aah!
What?
What is it? What do you want from me?
What do you want, huh?
What do you want? What do you want from me?
-[voice fades] -[heartbeat thumping]
[heartbeat thumping]
-[chimes tinkling] -[Young Jacob panting]
[wood creaking, moaning]
[distant seagulls crying]
Lazy bastard.
Mr. Murdoch, I think I need to get out of here
-for a little while. -Yeah, uh-uh.
You gave your word. Inspection's on Saturday.
You don't do the list, you don't get paid.
-It's a sprint. -Sprint, it's a sprint,
not a marathon, I know, okay?
So why don't you just stay and help?
Well, you want my money, you finish the job.
Oh, my God! Why will you not stay here
for more than a couple hours?
And why won't you talk about Claire?
Look, I know that I knew her
and I know something bad happened to her,
so what are you not telling me?
-[waves splashing] -[lighthouse wood creaking]
Take the trash out.
All right, take her up. Shoulda been done days ago.
Just wanna get outta here for Christ's sake.
God damn it!
Stop--stop!
Stop! Idiot.
God damn it.
If you hadda done this the way I told you,
you wouldn't be here.
My God.
Crap everywhere.
[muttering] No time for this bullshit...
[continues muttering]
-[indistinct yell] -[chimes tinkling]
YOUNG JACOB: Claire, it won't open.
-Put the bottle on-- -[indistinct yell]
[intense, eerie music escalates]
-[thump] -[seagulls screeching]
Hey, take her up.
Kid, pay attention.
Take her up.
Sor--I got it.
[click, whirring]
[distant mechanical grinding]
[stops]
[grinding]
[stops]
[sighs]
[rapid running footsteps]
[mechanical grinding]
[motor humming]
[motor shuts off]
[glass pieces clattering]
[Claire's voice echoing] I hate you!
Hey!
[wood creaking]
Hello!
Hello?
[motor humming]
[eerie, haunting music plays]
♪♪♪
[glass tinkling]
MURDOCH: Claire?
What the fuck?
Claire!
And you can't be hanging your shit out of the window!
[glass tinkling]
[Claire muffled] I hate you!
[gurgling, gasping sounds]
Aah!
JACOB: Hey!
Hey, wait! Take me with you!
Hey! Hey, wait!
[dramatic music plays]
♪♪♪
[seagulls crying]
[under breath] Sprint. Not a marathon.
You don't do the list, you don't get paid.
Sprint. Not a marathon.
You don't do the list, you don't get paid.
[crying seagulls grow louder]
[screeching seagulls intensify]
[labored breathing]
Fucking sprint. Not a marathon.
[heavy deescalating bass chords]
Aah!
[grunting]
[loud, running footsteps]
What?
What do you want?
[mechanical grinding starts, stops]
[heavy bass chords deescalating]
[surf splashing in background]
Of course.
[motor humming]
[motor sputters out]
[motor humming]
[tinkling sound]
[motor dies out]
[motor humming]
[Jacob pounding on door]
[glass clattering, clinking]
WHISPERS: Come here.
[motor humming]
[motor clunking off]
Come on!
Jesus--come on!
[Jacob grunting, whimpering]
Come on!
Fuck!
[seagulls crying]
[tinkling chimes]
♪♪♪
PHONE APP: I am surrounded by endless beauty.
I inhale peace
and I exhale fear.
I can trust my feelings.
The world around me is safe and comforting.
Only good things await me.
I am in control.
I choose positive and nurturing thoughts.
Anxiety does not make my decisions.
[gurgling]
[voice distorting] Nothing can disrupt my peace.
[wheezing breathing]
DISTORTED BASS VOICE: Only good things await me.
[wheezing continues]
BASS VOICE: [slow motion] I am in contr--
PHONE APP: [normal] In this moment, I am protected.
Wherever I am,
I'm well.
I am safe and in charge of my surroundings.
My body is calm
and my mind is free of worry.
I am confident and prepared.
My space is filled with joy.
I will focus on the here and now.
[whispering voices]
-[phone app continues] -VOICE: Come here.
[whispering voices continue]
[dramatic musical accent]
[tinkling chimes]
[whispering voices]
-[gurgling] -[whispering]
DEEP WHISPERING VOICE: Come here.
JACOB: Oh, shit!
NORMAL VOICE: Come here!
[distorted] Come here!
Oh, fuck!
Oh, my God!
[laughing] Don't scare me like that.
-What do you want? -APP: I choose positive...
Sorry. Is this a bad time?
I'm fine. It's fine. What do you want?
-[app in background] -You know what? Never mind.
Seriously?
APP: I am open.
My space is filled with joy.
[seagulls crying]
[distant gurgling and choking sounds]
Shut up!
Shut up! What do you want?
Shut up!
[pounding, thudding]
-Shut up! -[thudding, pounding]
Shut up!
[slam, thud]
What do you want?
Shut up!
Shut--
[gurgling, bubbling sound]
[gasping echoes]
[gasping, choking]
[gasping continues]
[wheezing, gasping]
VOICE: Come here!
JACOB: Ohh!
[dark, heavy music intensifies]
APP: My mind embraces tranquility.
My body is calm
and my mind is free of worry.
I inhale peace
and I exhale fear.
[exhaling]
I breathe in clarity
and I release confusion.
-I am confident... -[boat engine humming]
Olivia! Stop, please!
Olivia! Olivia, hey!
Wait! Olivia!
Our lighthouse was built in 1917.
Wait!
I'm sorry!
Olivia!
Up ahead is the... [continues under boat noise]
-Nice day, right? -Oh, yeah.
My wife always used to say this is...
I'm sorry.
[sniffles]
Where are you, Claire?
[chiming sounds]
What the fuck made you crazy, Mom?
-Get out! -[chiming]
CLAIRE: Are we gonna get in trouble?
MAN: Whoa, wait!
Come on, Claire!
VOICE: [whispering] Come here.
[seagull chittering]
[dark, heavy music plays]
♪♪♪
[gurgling, bubbling sounds]
Standing like the lighthouse...
♪ On the shores of time
♪ Looking o'er the waves
♪ Of darkness, sin and crime ♪
♪ Look upon on the shore
♪ There's a a light divine
♪ Let the beacon's light...
OLIVIA: Here you are.
♪ Shine in ♪
Uh, you okay?
It's a sprint, not a marathon.
[whispering] Holy crap.
What's wrong?
You know what? Fuck this job.
Olivia, seriously, I can't. Let go.
-This is nuts. -I said let go!
[whispery wheezing, gasping]
Jacob. Jacob.
Seriously.
What's happening?
[gasping, choking]
What?
[choking continues]
You can't hear it?
[choking, gasping continues]
OLIVIA: Hey.
Hey.
Why don't you sing that song again? Hmm?
I want to hear it.
[gasping, choking continues]
♪ Standing like the lighthouse ♪
Mm-hmm.
♪ On the shores of time ♪
♪ Looking o'er the waves
[choking and gasping continues]
♪ Of darkness, sin and crime ♪
[loud bang]
Put the bottle on the chair.
It won't open.
[intense escalating music]
[bang]
It's just the wind.
-It slammed a door shut. -No--
No, it's okay.
-No, what is it? -No, no, no.
-What? -No, no, no, no, no.
-Jacob!
You're freaking me out!
Put the bottle on the chair, Claire.
[paint top clanging]
Jacob. Jacob!
-No, Jacob! -Leave me alone!
[thunder rumbling]
-Open up! -MURDOCH: Oww! Don't bite me!
-[dog barking] -Open the door!
-It's Jacob. -And?
He's not okay!