Lighthouse Page #2

- Good lad.

Let's see if we can sniff out

where these keepers are.

Sh*t!

What did you say

about a medical room?

Goslet! Do you really want to

make yourself useful?

- Yes. Yes, of course.

- Coffee. For all of us.

- Sorry?

- Milk and two sugars. Thanks.

I think I should stay and help.

Hello!

Anyone out there?

Weevil, Spoons. Stay close.

Stop pulling.

Coffee.

Coffee.

Coffee.

Coffee.

Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear.

Excellent.

I don't know why they

build lighthouses round.

It's more difficult to build. Lights work

in square buildings buildings, don't they?

Do I look like I care?

F***!

Don't...

How are you feeling?

Terrific.

- Can you remember what happened?

- Oh yeah.

Did anyone get out with you?

No.

Get up slowly.

You'll probably feel dizzy.

This is nasty.

Where did you get it?

I don't think

you want to know.

- Hands.

- No, I'm okay.

Where are we?

Some lighthouse.

The others are trying to radio for help.

You know, what I hear about Marshallsea,

I'm not sure I want them to.

Hands.

There we go.

So...

Here we are then.

- This time without bars.

- Does that trouble you?

With your track record it does.

Where the f***

did that come from?

Let's just forget this miscarriage

of justice bullshit, all right?

I've heard it all.

Search your liberal ideas

you carry in your medical bag, Doctor.

I used to be like that.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

I'd think everybody could be reformed.

That somehow they were cureable.

But what I've seen,

it's not like that.

People go beyond that.

Not all people, surely.

Some.

Let's back up, lads.

The thought of prison is

becoming more attractive.

- You know what I think?

- What?

It's only just the start, Spoonsi...

It's only just the start.

Ian.

When?

Looks like about an hour or so.

Whoever did this probably

left with lighthouse keepers.

Oh f***!

Oh f***!

Don't even think about it, Ian.

Hopkins!

Hopkins!

- Come on!

- Sorry...

No. I'm not going down there.

No way.

Fine. Stay here on your own.

Bugger!

You're hiding something from me.

I can see it in your eyes.

And what's hiding in your eyes,

Mr. Spader?

I think we see

what we want to see, don't we?

Hopkins? Hopkins!

How long now, Campbell?

- Go on!

- What is he doing?

- Campbell!

- Is that Campbell?

Come on Campbell,

you f***ing piss-head.

- Almost there.

- You said that five minutes ago.

- Just give me another minutes or two.

- Get a move on, you drunken git.

What a little charmer.

Gehenna Lighthouse. This is

ground station. Come in.

You tried to reach me?

You called me, over.

You called me, over...

Campbell.

Come on, man.

Campbell, for f***'s sake!

Well perhaps he's

having a nice dip, eh?

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