Deeply Page #3
- Year:
- 2000
- 101 min
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into the bay, Porter.
Nothing but splinters
when it hits the rocks.
I'll be expecting her
to be making it up.
She'll do
what you say, Doc.
Nothing like this
will be happening again...
You have my word.
The clue...
was right under
Silly's nose all the time.
It was the tale performed in
a pageant by the children each year
about the first
European settlers.
- The French?
- No, before that.
A Viking ship was said
to have sailed the island's bay
hundreds of years ago,
looking for land...
and a safe place
to begin a new life.
They came upon
a beautiful bay,
all the fish in the sea.
They felt
But...
as the ship drew
close to the island,
And the rough
seas crashed it...
until finally it began
to sink into the freezing bay.
On board, there was a man
and his beloved new bride,
pregnant with
their first child.
They had fought
to get to this new land,
and not even the cruel, brutal
sea would keep them apart.
And as the ship went down,
they cried out to each other.
And for a brief moment,
all the powers of Nature,
the mighty seas themselves,
heard their plea and rose up
to grant the lovers a last wish.
The lovers wished
a curse on the island
that every 50 years,
the fish would dry up.
And all the settlers
in the future, would go hungry.
Payment for
the lives of the sailors
and the unborn child
lost that day.
If the fish disappeared
every 50 years,
then... there had to be
some way of getting them back.
Uh-hu.
That's exactly
what Silly said.
It's happening again.
I don't know.
A couple of weeks.
Well, I just couldn't
leave her in Berlin
staring at the ceiling,
could I?
No.
I don't know. I don't think
she can remember anything.
Well, she's your kid too,
right Max?
Hello?
Hello?
Sh*t!
I didn't
hear you come in.
Your father said
the school called.
They wanna know whether
to hold your room at the dorm.
in the city, woo!
My God, we used
to get in trouble.
Excuse me
for chatting but...
Uncle Peat isn't exactly
the talkative type,
and I've had this wretched
song in my head all day.
A friggin' jig,
for Pete's sakes!
I know this is hard.
I've loved too, Claire.
I had noticed.
You can barely keep
their names straight.
One of us is going to have
to stop feeling sorry for herself.
Mind the steps, Silly.
Don't be missing spots.
Mmm-hmm...
"Don't be missing spots. "
Finally.
Silly!
Show my guest upstairs.
I hope that the room's
done up as I asked.
I hope it'll do.
After that boat, this is heaven.
I assure you.
Wait 'til you see
the crapper out back.
Top of the stairs,
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