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 Shit. 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... - Shit, shit.

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... fucking... 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. - Good lad.

Let's see if we can sniff out where these keepers are.

Shit!

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?

Fuck!

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 fuck 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 fuck! Oh fuck!