Lighthouse

Words like "forgive" don't...

Crimes so...

Events of that night...

How do you explain...

Defy all understanding...

...can rationally exist?

...part human, part hunter,

part demon, part evil.

Perhaps the nature, the intention

of the brutality may never be understood,

or even explained.

The power of his name:

will forever be engrained

on our memory.

The name of Leo Rook.

Kenny...

You would have thought they'd

lay on something special.

Something fitting.

This being our last night.

Not sure about old Brownlow though,

how he's going to cope.

40 years he's been here,

almost to the day.

When he arrived, there

weren't even electric lights.

Just one small coal stove.

For this place. This place...

Railey says it gave off

enough glow for one bath a week.

- Some things don't change.

- Automation...

- I can't wait for the helicopter.

- I don't doubt it. When's it due?

6 a.m. Enjoy your last night

on the rocks, Jack. Over.

Bring some fresh milk, Jake

and we'll have a brew-up.

It might be a storm in a teacup.

The weather's looking pretty rough.

See you at 6 p.m. Out.

Roger.

Brownlow over and out.

- You have to be careful.

- Please...

How are you feeling?

- Fine.

- Put him out of his misery.

How about you?

You all right?

Under the circumstances, yeah.

Hmm... "Bleak House". What is that?

The ship's manual?

- It could very well be.

- You're a lucky man.

Right.

No, I mean, to enjoy reading it

in a place like this.

- Who said I enjoyed it?

- So why do you do it?

Same reason other people

dig tunnels I guess.

Take a small swig of this.

Make it a large swig.

Doesn't Marshalsea Prison

already have a doctor?

Is that what they feed you?

Funny thing is, it didn't

look any different going down.

You haven't

answered my question.

She doesn't have to

answer questions to you.

I'm here for my own reasons.

- Who was that?

- He's in 5 years.

Unless he gets a retrial.

For manslaughter.

He claims he was framed.

I'm his case officer.

- And was he?

- What?

- Framed.

- Spader's original, I grant you.

Claims someone flashing security lights

caused an epileptic fit...

and that some stranger

shot his wife.

No medical evidence of course.

Everything all right my dear?

I'm tired.

Have you got anything stronger?

God. What mountain spring

did that come from?

Keeps you going

through the small hours.

I bet it does.

And what would it take

to get you going, Campbell?

There's only enough food

for three weeks.

This may be, but if I powered up with

a broken radar in this pea souper,

we wouldn't last three hours.

So...

if you and your cargo fancy swimming to

Marshalsea so be it.

For my part,

I prefer the more civilized way.

What do you say, doctor? Fancy getting

your science thesis on to dry land?

- Move it, Campbell.

- I captain this boat, O'Neil.

You captain Jack Sh*t.

Now get going!

- There's somebody down there.

- Does it say "public footpath"?

No, I'm serious.

Oh yeah, I've got it. Little green fellow,

aerial sticking out of his head.

Make sure you tell him not to park

his spaceship on the beach, won't you?

- I hate it when they...

- Sh*t, sh*t.

Well, whoever it is,

he's heading this way.

- Come on.

- Why me?

Because it's an adventure.

Come on.

See anything?

O'Neil! Where are you?

Come on!

Let me out of here!

O'Neil! Get them out of there!

- I can't swim! No! No!

- Come on! Come on!

- Come on!

- No! No!

Move it Weevil!

- Come on Weevil, get that thing on.

- What are you doing, O'Neil? Are you mad?

Come on! Come on, calm down!

Calm down!

Go into the boat, come on!

- Come!

- No!

Oh God!

- Help!

- Spader, give me a hand!

- Come on, O'Neil!

- Hurry!

O'Neil!

O'Neil!

Come on!

Come on, come on!

I can't hold it!

Spoons!

Spoons!

We gotta to go!

We gotta to go!

Spoons!

Help!

Come on, mate,

we've made it.

Here, come on.

Hey, hang on.

You got them out of there.

You're braver than I thought.

Better save the flare til later.

Hello?

Hello?

Darling, I'm home.

My God, it's the three little bears.

- What?

- Never mind.

Where are we?

Yes, about halfway between

the mainland and Marshallsea.

Gehenna Lighthouse.

- It looks like there's life here.

- Obviously.

So where are they then?

Having a picnic?

Weever, are you okay?

It's all right.

I thought all lighthouses

were automated now.

Almost all.

This one was due

for the switch over this month.

- Spader never made it?

- It's time to move on, doctor.

Right, over here.

I don't intend waiting

for the keepers to return.

The first thing I need is a two-way radio.

I presume there's one here somewhere.

- Campbell?

- Yes?

Well...

It looks like we're here.

If you want the light back on, I suggest

we send someone down to the generator room.

- Don't count on us, mate.

- No.

Most likely an electrical fault.

The second floor's some kind

of medical room.

And we have

communications area right there.

Okay, fine. Then get up there and see

if you can't get us off this rock.

Yes, I'll do that.

You two, with me.

Come.

What if I don't want to go

with this old bastard?

For the moment,

those chains stay on.

You're all heart.

All... f***ing... heart.

Spader!

Jesus, are you okay?

- Weevil, Spoons, get over here now!

- Out of the way. Let me see.

Hopkins, get down there and see

if you can get the lights on. Quickly!

- Yes, sir.

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