Dark Waters Page #8

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With a crash, the ship is broken

and bursts into flames.

There is no chance

to launch the lifeboats.

Helpless victims leap into the water

clutching onto anything

that can help them to keep afloat.

the boat burns fiercely and then

- it's back is broken...

- Cleeve!

You should have found out

what was showing.

How would I know

this would upset her so much?

I'm sorry, my dear.

I'll take you home right away.

Aunt Emily!

Aunt Emily!

Aunt Emily!

Leslie?

Well, what is it?

In the dark. the lamp.

The lamp went out?

But it's on. see?

I heard a noise. Then it went out

and came on again by itself.

But it couldn't.

I mean...

It never has.

I suppose not.

But I heard a noise.

It's the screen door.

Yes, it's not fastened.

That ought to fix it.

It won't do it again.

You musn't be frightened, dear.

Shall I turn the lamp out for you?

No. no thanks, Aunt Emily. I'm alright.

Good. Be sure and call me

if you need anything.

I'm right here.

Good night, dear.

Try and get some sleep.

Don't be frightened.

I'll leave the door open.

What was it, Emily?

She thought the lights went out.

- That's strange.

- That poor child.

Excuse me, mum.

- are you Miss Leslie?

- who are you?

I'm Pearson Jackson, Miss Leslie.

And I'd like to talk with you.

Oh, Pearson Jackson. You frightened me.

What is it you want to talk to me about?

Florella told me you were nice

and kind, Miss Leslie.

She said if I told you

and you knew

that I had been treated wrong,

that you'd most likely

help me to find out.

I've worked here twelve years.

Twelve years.

Just three or four days after your aunt

and uncle came down here from New York,

Mr. Cleeve ups and gives me my pay and

told me to go.

Without any reason?

Yes, ma'am.

No reason at all, Miss Leslie.

And that's what I'd like

to find out about.

Because I belong here.

A man gets a pride for a place

after twelve years.

I think I understand

how you feel, Pearson.

And I'm sure Aunt Emily will

if you just tell her.

But that's what I can't get a chance

to do, Miss Leslie.

The day that I was let go

I asked to speak to Mr. and Mrs. Lamont

and Mr. Cleeve told me

they were feeling poorly.

He told me to go and stay gone.

And I came back three or four times

to see Mr. Cleeve.

And he ran me off.

Ran me off.

Pearson jackson off Rosignol.

I'll try to find out, Pearson.

I'll talk to Aunt Emily for you.

Thank you, Miss Leslie.

And I'll be much obliged.

But don't you run yourself no risk

of getting yourself into trouble

just for me.

It won't be any trouble, Pearson.

I hope not, Miss Leslie.

Things around here have changed.

This place ain't like it used to be.

Why, I remember...

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