Tower of Terror

I've had enough of this.

You can get yourself another assistant keeper.

Now, Peters - look---

Now, wait - wait.

You know me, Herr Kleber...

...a quiet, easygoing man - easy to get along with.

But him!

Oh, what's Kristan been up to now?

Now, get this...

...in those three weeks I work on the island Kristan don't say one word to me.

Not one single, solitary word.

On a lighthouse, mind!

Lonely enough as it is.

But when you haven't got a soul to talk to...

...when you don't hear your own voice for weeks on end - that's like being buried alive.

Ah.

Another day and I'd have been as crazy as he is.

I advise you to go back to the lighthouse until I can make...

...my report and get another man appointed.

Oh, no!

I wouldn't go back to that island for all the tea in China.

All right, Peters - have it your way.

Now, let me see.

Peters... Peters... yes... uh---

Here's your money.

I've earned it.

See if I'm not right about him being crazy.

Well.

You've got rid of another good man!

The fourth in the last six months.

What's the matter with you, Kristan?

Why won't you talk to any of them?

I had nothing to say.

Well, the Superintendent will!

There's a war on now.

It's almost impossible to replace an able-bodied man in any kind ofjob.

I can work alone.

Yes. You are crazy!

You've been in the service long enough to know - it takes two men to run a lighthouse.

Now it's up to me again to try and find somebody to help you out...

until a regular man's appointed.

Tonight you will have to run the light alone.

So don't get too drunk before you go back, that's all.

No, my dear, the harbour's not what it---

- Good day, Herr Kristan. - Flowers.

Oh, I'm sorry - I haven't had a flower in the shop for days.

The farmers used to grow them especially for me, but not any more.

They have to grow potatoes and vegetables - the Government insists. Food shortage!

- Is it in memory of your wife? - Yes.

Then why not let me suggest a nice evergreen wreath?

I've got a beautiful one here.

Now, these leaves won't fall so quickly.

And it'll keep nice and fresh for a long time.

- How much? - Seven marks, even.

He gives me the creeps.

Oh, he wasn't always like that.

I can remember him sixteen - no, eighteen - years ago.

He was an engineer on one of the coastal steamers.

A good looking feller, too.

He had the prettiest wife.

But that hand!

Yes, it was a terrible thing.

The boilers exploded and ripped off the whole lower part of his arm.

I think something snapped inside him, too.

Of course, he was no good for the sea after that.

So they gave him a job as a lighthouse keeper.

Did you ever know her - the wife?

Oh, yes, yes. Sixteen years ago, she was drowned in a squall.

They say he was in the boat at the time, too.

But he couldn't save her.

Maybe he couldn't swim? Like most sailors.

Anyway, they never found the body.

Well, what's he want to buy flowers for then, if he hasn't got a grave to put them on?

They say he just drops them on the water...

...near the place where he last saw her.

- Who's that? - That's Wolf Kristan. A queer bird.

- Hello, Kristan. - Rum.

Sorry. You'll have to check that before you can get any rum.

It is on account of what happened here when you were here last time.

I tell you, it was his hook that did it. Don't you believe me?

Sure... a right hook!

Ahh. Let's see how good he is without his fish hook.

Hadn't you better wait until he's... had a few?

Maybe you're right.

[BOTTLE BEING PUT DOWN AND UNCORKED, GLASS BEING FILLED]

Watch this.

That's only a starter.

In less than half an hour he'll be on his second bottle...

...and still be sober!

A beer and a sandwich please.

Albers!

Good evening, Herr Harbourmaster.

No, no, don't move. I should have known I'd find you here.

Have you been looking for me?

Yes, I uh... I... have a little job for you.

But I'm starting work unloading those coal barges for Herr Keller tomorrow.

Oh, I already spoke to him.

It's alright for you to take this job.

What sort of a job is it?

Go out to Westerrode lighthouse tomorrow morning and, er...

...help Kristan.

For a few days.

Kristan? I thought he had a new assistant.

Oh, he quit this afternoon.

Didn't like the job because Kristan wouldn't talk to him.

Oh.

I just want you to fill in until they send out a regular.

Well, I don't know the old devil.

But from what I know about him, I'd sooner leave it as it is.

All the same, you'll just have to go out there.

But Kristan's bad!

And me not being familiar with the work, he might take it out on me.

If there's any more trouble he'll get kicked out of the Service.

He knows. I've read the riot act to him, just now.

- You don't have to worry, Albers. - Hmm.

All right, then.

Ha! A little more beer, eh?

Oh... he's drunk already.

If I tell him now you're going out, he'll have forgotten it by morning.

I'll give you a little note.

Hand him this when you go out in the morning. Say, er... around seven.

Drinks are on the lighthouse, by the way.

- Well... so long, Herr Kleber. - Oh, so long... Albers.

Now we'll see what he can do.

Remember me? Sinbad's the name.

Huh. Where'd yer leave the stiff?

Hmm?

Get out! I knew this would happen! It's always the same when you are here.

Get out, I tell you! Get back to the island before it's dark - and I mean now!

Hey!

Hey there!

Out there!

Have you seen a girl swimming around here?

She must have drowned. Let's go back.

Marta?

Marta?

Marta?

Who are you?

Don't you know me? I'm Kristan.

Where am I?

In the lighthouse on Westerrode Island.

Did you bring me here?

After I found you in the water.

You're safe now, Marta.

My name isn't Marta. My name is Marie.

Marta.

First, I see to the lights.

- Then I'll bring you some coffee. - No, thank you.

I just want to rest. I'm tired.

- Your dry clothes, Marta. - Thank you.

- Good night. - Good night.