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(WAVES CRASHING)
(SEAGULLS CAWING)
(BELL TOLLING)
(HORN HONKING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(HORSE NEIGHING)
TOM: I'm just looking to get away from things for a little while.
MR. COUGHLAN: Well, it's no paradise out on that island.
Just want to make sure you know what you're in for.
All due respect, Mr. Coughlan,
it's not likely to be tougher than the Western Front.
Oh, you're probably right about that.
You pay your own passage to every posting.
You're a relief worker so you don't get holidays.
I understand you're a single man.
No family.
So, that's a slight concern.
Wouldn't normally send a single man to Janus.
It's pretty remote
and wife and family can be a great practical help,
not just a comfort.
But, seeing it's only temporary,
you leave for Port Partageuse
- in two days. - (STAMPS SEAL)
From there you'll be shipped off to Janus.
Welcome to Commonwealth Lighthouse Service.
Proud to have a man who served our country with such distinction amongst our ranks.
(TRAIN HORN BLOWING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(HORSE NEIGHS)
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Ah! Mr. Sherbourne, right on time.
Come in, do.
TOM: Thank you very much. (CLEARS THROAT)
CAPTAIN HASLUCK: Welcome to Partageuse.
Let me introduce you.
BILL: This'll probably be the guest of honor.
This is Mr. Tom Sherbourne, our new lightkeeper.
CYRIL: How do you do?
CAPTAIN HASLUCK: Cyril and Bertha Chipper.
How lovely to meet you.
Uh, Bill Graysmark.
- His wife, Violet... - How do you do?
- ...and their daughter... - How do you do?
Oh, she's around here somewhere. Well...
Mr. Sherbourne, can I tempt you?
Thank you very much.
Oh, Tom, that lighthouse of yours will be guiding ships
on the Northern Hemisphere
bringing wealth and prosperity
- to our land. - (TOM CLEARS THROAT)
God knows we need it after this war.
It's been costly enough in more ways than one, eh?
CAPTAIN HASLUCK: (SOFTLY) Sir.
BILL: You think you're up for it?
We'll soon find out.
ISABEL: Oh, please. The last thing the poor man needs
are your tales of doom and gloom.
Told you she'd turn up.
This is Isabel Graysmark.
Isabel, meet Mr. Sherbourne.
ISABEL: Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sherbourne.
Ms. Graysmark.
BILL: Janus isn't a particularly popular posting.
You'll be the only living man
for a good part of 100 miles in any direction.
I don't suppose they told you why the position became available?
CAPTAIN HASLUCK: Temporarily available.
Trimble will be back,
and good as new in six months.
Just needs a bit of recuperation time, that's all.
- Is that all? - CAPTAIN HASLUCK: Uh...
(CLEARS THROAT)
BILL: Did they inform you, Mr. Sherbourne?
I don't believe anyone told me about the specifics.
BILL: Doesn't surprise me.
Trimble Docherty worked the light for nearly six years.
CAPTAIN HASLUCK: Without incident!
- Without incident. - CAPTAIN HASLUCK: Mmm.
Then he caused a stir
when he reported that his wife has been signaling the passing ships.
Unacceptable, of course, and for two reasons.
Signaling passing ships had long been forbidden precisely...
Obviously, he knows that.
MRS. HASLUCK: What was the other reason?
His wife has been dead for two years.
CAPTAIN HASLUCK: Simple case of cabin fever
plus a dose of grief, that's all.
BILL: Mr. Sherbourne should have been informed.
Long before he signed on the dotted line.
TOM: I certainly appreciate your telling me.
And I hope Trimble recovers from whatever is ailing him.
As for the isolation,
I feel I'm prepared for it.
In fact, after France,
the idea of a little time alone,
I welcome it.
CAPTAIN HASLUCK: Hear, hear.
MRS. HASLUCK: Well said, Mr. Sherbourne.
VIOLET: Well said. Here's to the future.
- BERTHA: To the future. - MRS. HASLUCK: To the future.
VIOLET: We wish you all the best.
MRS. HASLUCK: All the best.
- All the best. - BILL: All the best.
VIOLET: Please look us up next time you're coming back through.
Been a pleasure meeting you all.
MRS. HASLUCK: I think he was a very impressive young man.
VIOLET: Oh, yes. Well, he's just come home...
(BELL DINGING)
(SEAGULLS CAWING)
RALPH: Too late to change your mind now, son.
Six months is nothing!
If you're not trying to hold your breath.
(RALPH LAUGHING)
BLUEY: Goodbye, Tom.
(WIND HOWLING)
(DOOR SQUEAKS AND CLOSES)
(WAVES GUSHING)
(SEAGULLS CAWING)
Well done, Sherbourne.
You look as fit and well after three months
as any keeper I've seen. (CHUCKLES)
Gentlemen. (GRUNTS SOFTLY)
Didn't expect to see you so soon.
Where's Trimble?
Hasluck wants to talk to you about that on shore.
CAPTAIN HASLUCK: Tom, thank you for coming.
Now, you'll probably wonder why we called you here.
We all thought Trimble was on the way to a swift recovery.
But, he threw himself over the cliff-face at Albany.
We haven't bothered to look elsewhere to fill the position.
You've proved yourself more than capable
and we'd like to offer you a three year contract on the post.
We're confident you won't let us down.
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
VIOLET: Mr. Sherbourne.
What a pleasant surprise!
Good afternoon.
I thought you were on your island.
Uh, Captain Hasluck offered me a job.
More of a permanent type post.
VIOLET: How wonderful. I want to hear all about it.
Won't you stay for lunch?
TOM: That'd be very nice.
Thank you.
VIOLET: You must have really impressed the Commonwealth.
Offering you the post after only three months.
BILL: I doubt there were many vying for the job.
Not a lot of men on the market these days.
TOM: Unfortunately, you're right, sir.
How long till you have to go back?
Couple of days.
What are your plans?
BILL: I'm sure there are a lot of details that he has to tidy up before he ships off.
He's offered to take me on a picnic tomorrow.
(BILL COUGHS)
VIOLET: Oh, what a nice idea.
- BILL: Picnic? - Yes.
BILL: Hmm.
VIOLET: I think that's wonderful.
ISABEL: What's it like out there?
TOM: It's quiet.
There's time to think.
ISABEL: You get lonely?
Too busy. There's always something that needs fixing.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
You like it?
(CHUCKLES)
You don't actually talk a lot, do you?
Do you ask out all the light keepers that go out to Janus?
All? (SCOFFS)
You're the first new one in years.
I can tell you lots about me.
My mom taught me the piano.
TOM: You still play?
Not that well. (CHUCKLES)
My brothers used to tease me awfully when I played.
I lost both of them.
In the War.
Just must be so confusing for my parents.
I mean, if a wife loses a husband
she becomes a widow,
but if a parent loses a child
there's no special label for it.
You're still a mother or father.
Even if you no longer have a child.
Sometimes I wonder,
if I'm still technically a sister
now when my brothers are gone.
How long were you there, in the War?
Nearly four years.
You poor thing.
(CLEARS THROAT)
Must have made you numb.
My feet.
Made my feet numb, more often than not.
Frozen mud will do that to you.
(CHUCKLES)
What about your family?
Tell me about your parents.
My mother's dead.
What about your father?
No love lost there.
Was he strict with you?
(SCOFFS)
Strict doesn't begin to describe it.
Still, though,
made army discipline easy.
I suppose it made it easier
being over there, knowing there'd be no one
heartbroken if they got the telegram.
(CHUCKLES) Don't say such a thing.
Well, you asked.
(SCOFFS)
Sometimes it's good to leave the past in the past.
So if I can't talk about the past,
am I allowed to talk about the future?
We can't rightly talk about the future if you think about it.
We can only talk about what we imagine or wish for.
It's not the same thing.
(LAUGHS) You're impossible.
So what do you wish for, then?
Life.
That'll do me, I reckon.
Take me out to Janus with you.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
- What? - (SNIFFS)
I want to see it.
I want to see where you hide yourself away.
I'm afraid that that would be against Commonwealth rules.
(INHALES SHARPLY)
(SCOFFS)
The only woman allowed on Janus is the keeper's wife.
Then marry me.
(LAUGHS)
(LAUGHS) What are you laughing at?
(TOM SIGHS)
You'd have to have rocks in your head to want to marry me.
Better get you back home.
Or they'll have the troopers after me.
Come on.
Will you write to me?
Of course.
TOM: Dearest Isabel.
Each day and each night
when I look out across the ocean
I try to see you
standing on the pier.
I've been thinking about our time together,
and what you said.
You were right.
I've been around so much death
for so long, that it has made me numb.
I suppose that's why I came to Janus
because out here there is no one to hurt.
Out here, I am only responsible for the light.
For many years, everything I touched would fade away.
And you are so full of life it scares me.
VIOLET: Isabel. A parcel!
TOM: I admire your spirit too much to let it be clouded by my darkness.
- From Tom. - (ISABEL CHUCKLES)
(LAUGHS)
TOM: Yet, I can't stop thinking about you.
And the time spent with you allowed me to feel again.
And for that, I thank you.
And I'm forever grateful.
Yours, Tom.
ISABEL: Dearest Tom.
I've received your beautiful letter.
Thank you.
Thank you for opening up to me.
I know how hard that must be for you.
I also know how hard it is to have lost.
But we all have to get on with life.
And you still have a light inside of you.
I've seen it.
And it shines just as bright
as the stars in your sky.
TOM: Isabel, I'm not too good with words.
Never have been.
I guess I never knew it was all right to talk about the things I felt.
So, here it goes,
I'd love to show you my island and my life.
And if you do decide to come,
I promise I will take care of you always.
And I'll do my very best to be a good husband.
I hope you will like Janus as much as I do.
ISABEL: Tom, when I first saw you,
I felt like I knew you,
and I couldn't stop seeing my life with you.
And building a family together.
One that isn't stuck in the pain of the past.
(SOFTLY) It's very pretty.
- (LAUGHS) - ISABEL: And so,
if you're asking me if my proposition still stands...
then my answer is "es." (CHUCKLES)
"Yes. A thousand times, yes."
REVEREND NORKELS: Please stand.
(CHEERFUL MUSIC PLAYING)
(GLASS CLINKING)
BILL: Have everybody's attention, please!
I know I'm not in front of my own school assembly now,
so I shall keep it short.
(GUESTS CHUCKLING)
Tom.
Don't interrupt me, Tom.
Tom, it is clear to anyone who meets you
that you're talkative...
(SCATTERED LAUGHTER)
But you are also a very good man.
Now that's a relief because you have the most precious thing in our lives.
Take good care of her. Protect our little girl.
She's all we have.
And who knows? Maybe, in the near future,
a new generation will come along.
So, here's to Isabel and Tom.
ALL: To Isabel and Tom!
- (GLASS CLINKS) - Isabel and Tom!
(APPLAUSE)
(MUSICAL INSTRUMENTS PLAYING)
(WEDDING BAND SINGING) There once was a swagman
Camped by a billabong
Under the shade of the coolibah tree
And he sang as he looked
At the waters and the meadows
Who'll come a-waltzing, Matilda with me
(GIGGLES)
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling
Who'll come a-waltzing, Matilda with me
Waltzing Matilda and needing a billabag
Who'll come a-waltzing, Matilda with me
Who'll come a-waltzing Matilda, my darling
(EXHALES)
TOM: Welcome to Janus.
(DOOR CLOSES)
You didn't tell me.
It came with the place.
Probably twice as old.
- It doesn't play. - (PLAYING PIANO KEYS)
- More of a relic. - (SIGHS)
ISABEL: (SOFTLY) Right now.
(PANTS)
(GRUNTS)
(SEAGULLS CAWING)
(CHUCKLES)
Concentrate.
(LAUGHS)
ISABEL: (SOFTLY) You...
You make me...
You make me feel...
...at peace.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
(YELLS)
(LAUGHING)
Very strange. (LAUGHS)
- You look like a baby. - Mmm.
Come on, big guy. Rufus.
Rufus. Come on.
(GRUNTS)
(CLUCKING)
TOM: You know Janus is where the word January comes from.
Named after the same god as this island.
He's got two faces, back to back.
Always looking both ways.
Torn between two ways of seeing things.
January looks forward to the new year
and back to the old.
And this island looks in the direction of two different oceans.
You're going to make our baby so clever.
(TOM SIGHS)
How do you know it's just one?
Maybe it's twins. Or triplets.
(ISABEL CHUCKLES)
Can you hear anything?
Are they talking yet?
They're saying I need to carry their mum to bed
before the night gets too cold.
Mmm.
(ISABEL CHUCKLES)
(WIND HOWLING)
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
(BLEATING)
(DOOR CLOSES)
TOM: Storm looks like it's not kidding around.
Where are you going?
I have to stay with the light.
Can I come with you?
Darling, you'll be safe down here.
You'll be all right. I promise.
Stay inside.
(WIND HOWLING)
(TICKING)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
(GROANING)
(GRUNTS)
(BREATHES DEEPLY)
- (CHAIR SCRAPING) - (PANTING)
(GROANING)
- (CLANGS) - (GASPS)
(EXHALES)
(GROANS)
(CLANKS)
ISABEL: (QUIVERING) Tom.
(GASPING)
(ISABEL GROANING)
(GASPING)
(OBJECTS CLATTERING)
(GRUNTS)
(SOBBING) Tom!
(RUMBLING OUTSIDE)
(WIND HOWLING)
ISABEL: Tom!
(SCREAMS)
Tom!
(SCREAMING)
Tom!
(SCREAMING)
(BANGING)
(ISABEL GRUNTING)
Tom! Tom!
(SCREAMING IN DISTANCE)
(BIRDS CHIRPING)
Isabel? Isabel. Isabel!
ISABEL: (SOFTLY) I'm sorry.
TOM: Don't you do this.
I'm so, so sorry.
TOM: Oh, my God.
(TAPPING)
TOM: It's not your fault.
It's no one's fault.
I'll go send for a doctor.
What's the point of a doctor?
The baby's gone.
There's you to consider.
(SCOFFS)
No.
It's much too embarrassing.
(SNIFFLING)
One day,
when you've got five kids running around
getting under your feet,
this'll all feel like a dream.
(PLAYS PIANO KEYS RANDOMLY)
(SOFTLY) Jesus.
(BOTH GRUNTS)
How dare you!
(CHUCKLES) How dare I?
I told you I didn't need a doctor, but you went behind my back?
No, Isabel, it's not...
I'm not having him poking and prodding around,
telling me nothing I don't already know.
Wait, Isabel.
Isabel, wait! It's not...
Isabel!
RALPH: How'd she take it, Tom? Pleased as punch, I bet.
TOM: Looks like I'm making sandwiches for lunch.
(RALPH LAUGHING)
(PIANO KEYS PLAYING IN DISTANCE)
(PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING)
If you don't mind...
I'm just trying to make your piano play a bit nicer for you.
Get some of these noises out of it.
(PLAYING NOTES)
(CHUCKLING)
Hey, hey. Come here.
So much for surprises, huh?
(CHUCKLES)
We can try again.
(GOATS BLEATING)
(PLAYING PIANO)
That sounded beautiful, darling.
Izz?
(PLAYING OFF TUNE)
Izz?
Oh, no.
What is it?
What's wrong?
I felt...
All right. I felt...
(EXHALES SHAKILY)
You all right?
Fine.
- (SIGHS) - (EXHALES AND CHUCKLES)
Not now.
Woof!
No!
Isabel?
I think it's coming!
(GROANS LOUDLY)
(HITS PIANO KEYS)
(EXHALES)
(GRUNTS)
- Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. - (BREATHES DEEPLY)
That's it. That's it.
It's too early.
It's okay. It's all right. It's all right.
What do I...
(SOBS) Make it stop!
What do you want me to do?
No! No!
Isabel, what do you want me to do?
- Tell me. Sit down. - (SOBS) Oh no, God, no!
- It's too early... - TOM: Shh...
ISABEL: It's too early! No!
Tell me what to do, Izz. What can I do?
- (WHIMPERS) - What should I do?
Let me get you...
(ISABEL SOBBING)
TOM: Tell me what to do, Izz!
TOM: What should I do?
ISABEL: Save it!
You have to save it, Tom!
- You have to save her. - TOM: Oh...
(ISABEL CONTINUES SOBBING)
(WAILING IN DISTANCE)
(WAILING CONTINUES)
(WIND HOWLING)
Isabel!
Boat!
It's a boat!
Someone in it!
(BABY WAILING)
TOM: There's a man!
There's a body!
(PANTING)
(GASPS)
(BABY WAILING)
I'm here. I'm here, baby.
He's dead.
Get the baby to the house.
(BABY CONTINUES WAILING)
(WATER TRICKLING)
Where have you been?
You're safe now.
(COOS)
There. You're safe now.
(DOOR OPENS)
It's a girl.
She was starving.
(COOING)
Thank God we found her in time.
- (WAILING) - Shh...
I'll send a signal, get them to send a boat for the body...
- and for Miss Muffet here. - Wait, wait, wait, wait.
The poor man's not going to get any worse now.
And this little chicken's had quite enough boats for the moment.
- (WAILING) - (BLOWING RASPBERRY)
(CHUCKLES)
Can we leave it a while?
(BABY COOING)
Give her a chance to catch her breath.
It's all got to go in the log, sweetheart.
You know I have to report everything straight away.
What if the boat belongs to a ship?
(ISABEL SCOFFS)
It's a dinghy,
not a lifeboat.
Izz?
- (BABY COOING) - ISABEL: Shh...
You talk a lot.
First thing in the morning, then.
As soon as the light's out.
ISABEL: You're safe now.
ISABEL: Tom?
(DOOR CLOSES)
Where are you going?
TOM: To send a signal.
It can't just be a coincidence
that she showed up so soon after...
Careful now.
She's a lovely baby, but she doesn't belong to us. We can't keep her.
Why not?
Who's to know she's here?
When Ralph and Bluey get here in a few weeks, they'll know for a start.
No one will know she's not ours.
(EXHALES)
They all think I'm expecting.
They'll just be surprised that she arrived early.
What about the dead man in the boat?
Don't tell anyone about him.
We've done nothing wrong
except give shelter to a helpless baby.
We can give the man a decent burial.
TOM: It isn't even up to me.
I have to report it.
It's my duty, it's why I'm here.
ISABEL: I know, I know.
I know. Listen, listen, listen.
I know.
I know how much the rules mean to you.
What are they for?
They're to save lives.
That's all I'm saying.
Save this life.
She's here
and she needs us.
We can help her.
We're not doing anything wrong.
That's just it.
We don't need to do anything wrong.
If we report it now,
we can apply to adopt her.
She can be ours.
- Adopt her? No. - Yes.
They'll never send a baby to a lighthouse in the middle of nowhere.
No doctor, no school, no church.
They'll never give her to us.
They'll ship her to some dreadful orphanage.
Please don't do that to her.
Please.
(SIGHS)
I know...
You're going to be a wonderful father.
We can save her.
She's here.
Our baby.
(SNIFFLING)
ISABEL: (SOFTLY) Baby.
(CLICKING)
(CLICKING CONTINUES)
(JANGLING)
(WIND HOWLING)
(GRUNTING)
(PANTING)
RALPH: Hey! (LAUGHS)
Congratulations, son.
Just marvelous! Just marvelous.
Thanks, Ralph.
- RALPH: Well, well, well! - BLUEY: Well done.
Thanks, Bluey.
- BLUEY: Good on you both. - RALPH: Can't you just tell?
RALPH: Nothing makes a girl bloom like having a little one.
(KISSES)
Oh, what a lovely thing.
That's Lucy.
RALPH: You...
were the talk of every woman in Partageuse.
Having your baby way out here,
- on your own. - (CHUCKLES)
I hope Tom wasn't too useless.
(LAUGHS)
ISABEL: I couldn't ask for a better husband.
She's a real pretty little thing.
(LAUGHS)
She's got Tom's nose though, eh? (CHUCKLES)
I don't know if Tom's nose
is what you want a baby girl to have.
(LAUGHS)
RALPH: Well, Mr. Sherbourne, I'll need your signature on some papers.
Right-o.
To the office, Captain.
BLUEY: Hey!
(LUCY COOING)
ISABEL: Ralph, um, can you hang on a tick?
I must write thank you's to my parents.
BLUEY: What do you want?
RALPH: They'll love to hear from you since they won't see you till next year.
You're a lucky one, aren't you?
BLUEY: Look at this. Hey! Getting a fancy rattle.
Fit for an angel. Yeah?
(JANGLES)
(COOING)
Hey.
(LAUGHS)
ISABEL: Come, come!
TOM: (READING) "One night, as they journeyed on
"following the path of the light
"that stretched out before them,
"there came a sudden cry
"out of the darkness.
"The three wise men stopped
"but for a moment only.
"'It was the cry of a child, '
"they said, one to another.
"'But it is not for us to stay our journey, ' they said.
"'We cannot delay. The star calls us forward. '"
- BILL: Ah... - (LUCY CRYING)
BILL: Welcome back.
VIOLET: Oh, darling!
- (LUCY CRYING) - (RALPH LAUGHS)
(BILL LAUGHING)
What now? We'll go and see.
What are you going to call me?
(BOTH LAUGHING)
This is grandpa.
- Grandad or Grandpa. - And Grammy.
How about Papa?
And Grammy? Can I have a little kiss?
BILL: For what we are about to receive, may the Lord make us truly thankful,
and may we always be mindful of the needs of others.
- (CAMERA WHIRRS) - (CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
Thank you, Lord for the blessings
that have been bestowed upon this family,
in the form of Lucy Sherbourne.
Amen.
- TOM: Amen. - ISABEL AND VIOLET: Amen.
- No more tatoes. - Now, potatoes?
I want tatoes.
You want more tatoes?
BILL: She has a very good appetite.
TOM: Mmm-hmm.
BILL: That's grandmother's cooking. Very nice.
VIOLET: You're so funny.
(COOING)
BILL: You've got a very good appetite, Lucy.
- BILL: Oh, she loves that! - (MOANS)
(ALL LAUGHING)
BILL: She is an absolute joy.
I enjoy it much better than London.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
(RATTLING DOOR)
BILL: Vicar!
(BANGING ON DOOR)
(SCOFFS) Where's the Vicar gone?
- (CHUCKLES) - ISABEL: What?
Sleeping off the night before,
- if I know him. - (VIOLET GROANS)
RALPH: Blue, son, run over to the Vicar's.
Tell him he's got a christening and he's running late.
- Are we early? - BLUEY: All right.
- (KNOCKING DOOR) - BILL: No. He's not there.
He's not there.
- RALPH: Not there. - HILDA: You can sit down.
Come on, let's sit down.
You're big girl, now.
- VIOLET: Darling. - Getting heavy.
BILL: I went to Albany yesterday...
- RALPH: All in God's good time. - VIOLET: Oh, I'm sorry.
Hopeless!
RALPH: Bluey will find him. No worry.
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
BILL: I've never understood why they want a kitten.
(WOMAN SINGING IN GERMAN)
VIOLET: No, you should always be honest.
- BILL: I'm getting weak. - VIOLET: Couldn't agree more...
BILL: I'm getting weak, Ralph.
(CONTINUES SINGING IN GERMAN)
(BABY LUCY CRYING)
(SINGING STOPS)
(TOM GASPS)
RALPH: Tom?
Tom?
Tom!
There you are. Tom, we found him.
The Vicar.
I found him.
(WAILING)
REVEREND NORKELS: Ye have brought this child here to be baptized.
Ye have prayed that our Lord, Jesus Christ,
would vouchsafe to receive her.
To release her of her sins,
to sanctify her with the Holy Ghost.
To give her the kingdom of heaven
and everlasting life.
Wherefore, after this promise made by Christ,
this infant must also renounce the devil and all his works.
And constantly believe God's holy word
and obediently keep His commandments.
Quite a day for it, eh?
You all right, my friend?
Saw this memorial today. The church yard.
Shook me up a bit.
Some German fellow and his baby.
Yeah.
Terrible business.
Lost at sea in a rowing boat.
Shocking. Happened a couple of years ago.
Did you ever hear of Hannah Potts?
She's the daughter of the wealthiest man around these parts.
Yeah, she married this German fellow named Frank.
Her father wouldn't talk to her again after that.
Then, one night, Hannah and Frank
were harassed by some of the locals.
I suppose it was because he was German,
and they'd lost family during the war.
Anyway, they put the fright in him,
and he grabbed the baby and jumped into a rowing boat.
You know his weak heart must have given way,
and wind and the current swept him out to sea.
That poor little infant.
Never should have happened.
- Shocking. - (KNOCKING)
Makes you realize how lucky we are.
(PLAYING PIANO)
Little dip.
Ooh! (CHUCKLES)
BILL: She looks positively surly. (LAUGHS)
(BILL HUMMING)
(BILL KISSING)
(PIANO CONTINUES PLAYING)
(BELLS DINGING)
(SNIFFLES)
(DOG BARKING IN DISTANCE)
Where?
Gwen!
Read.
Read it.
No, it's not much to go on, I'm afraid.
HANNAH: And that's it, is it?
You're going to sit there and do nothing while someone knows that my girl is alive.
Is that right?
I'll file all the...
- File reports? - Reports.
- Mmm-hmm. - And, yes.
And then I'll let you know of any news that comes at hand.
News! We've got to get up and look for her.
Leave, leave the notebook, ma'am.
No!
(CLEARS THROAT)
HANNAH: Why would someone bother
to write a letter like this if it weren't true?
I'll double the reward.
I'll make it 2,000 guineas.
Anyone knows anything out there, we'll soon find out.
"Your husband is at peace in God's hands."
"Your husband
"is at peace
"in God's hands."
"Your husband is at peace in God's hands."
I miss you, Frank.
FRANK: It's only poetry, you see?
Poetry my foot.
It's not a decent word come out of their mouths.
I heard we had a German in town working in the bakery,
but I didn't think you'd be bold enough
to rub it in our faces like this.
Please keep the book, Mrs. McPhee.
I'm very sorry if I caused anyone any offense.
Excuse me.
HANNAH: Excuse me!
(INAUDIBLE)
SEPTIMUS: Are you out of your mind, girl?
Marrying a German?
Bloody baker.
He's a good man.
Not that that would make a difference to you anyway.
You marry this man, it will be without my blessing.
And without my money.
REVEREND NORKELS: God, the father, God, the son, God the Holy Ghost.
Bless, preserve and keep you.
The Lord mercifully with his favor look upon you.
And so fill you with all
spiritual benediction and grace,
that you may so live together in this life.
That in the world to come, you may have life everlasting.
(CHUCKLING)
LUCY: That's me.
ISABEL: That's you.
LUCY: I was very tiny.
ISABEL: And who's that?
- Dadda. - That's Dadda.
TOM: And look at all the people that live in here.
This is a house. See?
All the little animals. Here.
Look. See them all moving in there?
See, Lucy? See?
Hey! Look at me!
I see you!
- ISABEL: One - LUCY: One.
- And then two. - Two.
Then comes...
BOTH: Three.
BOTH: Four.
Move!
ISABEL: Try it again.
In your house. Get. In.
They're not working.
- Take the last one. - (CLUCKING)
All right, where are we going to put it?
Juice?
Oh, it smells so good.
Can I pour it in?
Okay. It's very strong so just a tiny drop.
How many words do you know that sound like goat?
I have no idea.
What? What? What?
- I don't know. - (DEEP VOICE) What was that?
- (GIGGLING) - What was that?
You're lying.
Is that a snake?
Let's step on it!
- LUCY: Make a wish. - TOM: All right.
(CLAPPING)
(ISABEL GASPS)
TOM: A book!
LUCY: Read it, Dadda.
"For my Dadda. With love...
"Forever and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
"And ever and ever and ever and ever,
"and ever and ever and ever and ever and ever."
It's the loveliest present I ever had.
- Mmm-hmm. - Mmm-hmm.
Mmm-hmm.
(SNORTS)
(LAUGHS)
(LUCY GIGGLING)
JOCK JOHNSON: I know you have all traveled
over great distances today
to celebrate a very special thing. The light.
And I want to thank you all
for coming here today to honor it.
40 years ago today, Janus light was first lit.
And for 40 years it's been a beacon of security in the face of danger.
There are some very important people who are here today
that I'd like to personally thank.
Firstly.
This model was paid for by our local benefactor,
Mr. Septimus Potts.
Mr. Potts.
Please put your hands together
for Mr. Potts and his two charming daughters,
Hannah and Gwen.
Thank you!
SEPTIMUS: Thank you very much.
How wonderful. How wonderful.
And today, we have the honor of having
three of our last five lightkeepers here with us.
Including our current keeper Mr. Thomas Sherbourne.
Who also served his country
with honor and bravery in the Great War.
And I'm sure Tom would be delighted
to say a few words about life on Janus today.
(CROWD APPLAUDING)
RALPH: Good on you, Tommy.
JOCK JOHNSON: Up you come, Tom.
Don't be shy, Tom. Don't be shy.
Thank you, Tom.
Wasn't expecting this.
(CROWD CHUCKLING)
Life in Janus today,
you can never tell what the tide is going to bring in from one day to the next.
Everything that two oceans fling at us.
Anything you can think of.
RALPH: Can't hear you, son.
WOMAN: (WHISPERS) Is he all right?
BILL: Is he okay?
Many of you have...
Your brothers, your sons, your fathers.
Didn't come back from the war.
I don't know why God picked me to survive it.
I don't know what right I have to be given life
while it is taken from others.
RALPH: Speak up, Tommy.
What I really need to tell you is
I just try to keep the light burning for whoever might need it. Thank you.
(SCATTERED CLAPPING)
JOCK JOHNSON: Thank you. Thank you, Tom.
That was heartfelt, thank you indeed.
Now ladies and gentlemen,
I think it's time for a hot cup of tea. Some fresh air.
Please take the opportunity to come
and look at this marvelous, marvelous...
RALPH: You all right?
Not too keen on surprises.
(RALPH CHUCKLES)
(INDISTINCT CHATTER)
ISABEL: I know he was a bit nervous.
Of course! Well, he wasn't expecting it.
Speaking in public's terrifying for a lot of people, really terrifying.
Oh!
Gwen, you know Isabel Sherbourne, don't you?
- ISABEL: Isabel. - MRS. HASLUCK: Graysmark.
- Oh, yes. - Isabel Graysmark.
Hello. I know who you are.
Nice to meet you. Isabel.
This is my sister, Hannah.
Nice to meet you.
Hello. Very nice to meet you.
Hello.
Isabel's married to Mr. Sherbourne
who gave the speech just now.
Oh.
What's your name?
Lucy.
Lucy, how old are you?
Four.
Very pleased with the turnout. Very pleased.
Of course, Janus is very important to the people here.
Oh, it's a stamp on the world, isn't it?
LUCY: Is that a treasure box to put things in?
HANNAH: This is a watch.
It's a little clock that tells the time.
What's the name of your doll?
- LUCY: Mavis. - Mavis?
ISABEL: And she's five, isn't she?
Let me tell them.
- Oh! - Um...
My doll is five.
HANNAH: Yes.
This is Hannah and Gwen Potts.
LUCY: And she goes to flower school.
- HANNAH: Hello. - How do you do?
- This is Tom, my husband. - Hello.
We secretly pick a flower to put in our vegetable garden.
ISABEL: Hannah, this is Tom, my husband.
- Hello. - How do you do?
I, uh...
I liked what you said earlier in your speech
about the light being there for whoever needed it.
Could I...
Ask you something, Mr. Sherbourne?
Yes.
Do ships ever rescue people far out at sea?
Have you ever heard of little boats being picked up
and survivors
taken to the other side of the world, perhaps?
(CLEARS THROAT)
When it comes to the ocean, anything's possible.
I see.
Well, I'm ready to go home.
Gwen, um, do you think you can stay here and look after Dad?
It was lovely to meet you.
It was lovely to meet you, too.
LUCY: Bye.
Bye.
You have a very lovely daughter.
Excuse me.
GWEN: I'm sorry about that.
My sister had a terrible tragedy a few years ago.
Her family were lost at sea.
Her husband and their baby daughter
who would have been your girl's age by now.
I better go see if she's all right.
It was lovely meeting you both.
VIOLET: I don't know what came over her.
BILL: Must be sheer exhaustion.
She doesn't really get a break on the island, does she now?
I think you should leave Lucy and Isabel here
while you go back.
The isolation...
It's too much for her. You must see that.
And Lucy needs her mother.
TOM: We have to tell people now.
It's over.
It's too late.
You saw her.
You saw what we've done to her.
We can't let it go on.
We can't do it anymore. We have to do what's right.
We have to do what's right for Lucy.
Not for you, not for me, not for some
stranger, but for Lucy.
It's her mother.
I'm her mother.
To Lucy, I'm her mother.
(DOOR OPENS)
(CLOCK TICKING)
(METAL SQUEAKING)
(SQUEAKS)
(GASPS)
Good boy!
HANNAH: It's my baby's rattle.
My dad bought it for Grace.
You sure it's the same one?
Yes, Sergeant.
Quite sure.
SEPTIMUS: I want this investigated, Sergeant.
(CAMERA SHUTTER CLICKS)
Store boat's coming.
Where's Lucy?
Playing.
Why's the boat coming? It's only been a week.
Do what I say and you'll be all right.
I'll tell them it was me.
That it was all my idea,
and I forced you to go along with it.
What are you talking about?
You'll be safe. I'll protect you, I promise.
What have you done?
I had to do something.
(GASPS)
- What have you... - It's over.
What have you done? Why?
(SOBBING)
Lucy...
You don't love me.
Isabel. Stop.
Let me go.
It's over.
Let me go. Let me go.
(SNIFFLES)
You have to tell them it was me.
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: Thomas Edward Sherbourne.
Sergeant Knuckey. Partageuse police.
Here about Frank Roennfeldt and his daughter, Grace.
(DOOR OPENS)
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: Where's the child?
Out back.
This was sent to Mrs. Roennfeldt last week.
Most probably by the same person who sent her a letter
getting on three years ago.
TOM: She doesn't know anything about it.
Talk to me, not her.
I'll want to ask you a few questions
when we're finished talking with your husband.
Don't stray too far.
LUCY: I set it up for you, Mama.
I made the tea for you.
Maybe after tea, maybe there could be something
in there that we could eat, maybe.
If we finish this, it would be really good.
Dadda will be back in any second.
He's maybe working.
Dadda will be here, I promise. Hurry up, Dadda.
Don't worry.
LUCY: Where are we going, Mama?
We're going back to Partageuse, sweetheart.
Why are we leaving?
I really don't know why. But we have to go.
Can I go back to the house, Mama?
No.
Okay, Mama.
I want to go back to the house too, sweetheart.
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: Let's go.
MAN: Here you go. Go to your mom.
Why don't we take a walk?
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
I can't see.
(LUCY CRYING)
(DOOR OPENING)
(LUCY SNIFFLING)
You'll be fine. Just talk to me. It's all right.
I'm here.
No.
Mrs. Sherbourne.
The child needs to be examined and then taken to her mother.
ISABEL: Please don't do this.
Please have some pity.
Appreciate it if you didn't make it any more difficult than it needs to be.
Please.
Garstone, take the child.
(SOBBING) No.
No. Don't take my baby.
Please, no. No. No.
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: Take the child.
Take the child, Garstone.
Garstone, take the child!
(LUCY SCREAMS)
(WAILING)
LUCY: Let me go! Let me go!
Mama! Mama!
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: You're quite the war hero.
You must have killed a lot of people in your time.
I said you must have killed a lot of people in your time.
If I ask you a question,
you will answer it. Do you understand me?
When you ask me a question, I will.
Let's talk about the man in the boat.
What condition was he in when you found him?
He was dead.
You sure about that?
I've seen enough bodies in my time.
Killed enough of his sort before, have you?
One more would have made no difference.
Was it because he was German?
He still had the accent, by all accounts.
He didn't have an accent when I came across him.
He was dead.
My wife will tell you.
He was dead when we found him.
Ask her.
I intend to.
But I wouldn't be surprised
if she doesn't want to see you for the rest of her life.
So why don't you just sit in here and think about that?
(SNIFFLING)
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: Isabel, the law recognizes
that a wife can be powerless at the hands of her husband.
So you won't be punished for his crimes.
But I need to ask you a question.
And I want you to think very carefully before answering.
According to Tom, Frank Roennfeldt was dead
when the boat washed up. Was this true?
Isabel.
Is it true?
Isabel.
LUCY: I want my real mama!
HANNAH: I'm your mama.
- (LUCY CRYING) - It's all right.
It's all right.
(LUCY SCREAMING)
It's all right.
LUCY: Can you take me to my mom?
HANNAH: I am your mom, my darling.
And this is your house.
LUCY: It's not!
HANNAH: Grace, please don't cry.
LUCY: I'm not Grace. I'm Lucy.
HANNAH: No, sweetheart.
Your name is Grace and I'm your mama.
LUCY: No, you're not.
And I want to go to my own house and see my real mama.
Grace, give me your hand, this is your home.
This is your home. Sweetheart, sweetheart, it's all right.
(LUCY SOBBING)
It's all right.
Darling,
I brought you some tea.
I'll just leave it here.
I thought he loved us.
I'll never forgive that man as long as I live.
(SOFTLY) Sweetheart.
TOM: I should've never let her come out to Janus.
She's suffered enough.
She can't take it anymore.
RALPH: Putting yourself in the firing line
is no way of dealing with it.
Tom, she's a grown woman.
They'll go easy on her.
They won't touch her.
It's your life we're talking about.
They don't want to just charge you with child-stealing.
They want to get you for murder!
I had this coming for a long time, Ralph.
Sins catch up with you in the end.
Oh, for Christ's sake.
Wake up!
Tom!
Do me a favor.
Anything.
Get me a bit of paper and a pencil.
RALPH: From Tom.
That man needs you.
So does my little girl.
(SIGHS)
HANNAH: Let's look at these buttons.
Do you think this would go with the green fabric for the riding satchel?
MRS. MOUCHEMORE: Yes.
HANNAH: Make a bow, or a ribbon.
Something like that.
ISABEL: Lucy.
HANNAH: Look at that pink thread.
LUCY: Mama!
Lucy!
Mama!
My darling.
Look at you.
(LUCY CRYING)
Oh, it's all right.
I've missed you.
(MUMBLES)
HANNAH: My love.
Time to go home.
LUCY: Mama.
Make her go away.
ISABEL: It's all right. Yeah.
(SNIFFLES)
Grace, I know this is very hard for you to understand,
but we can't stay here.
She's my daughter.
Let go of my daughter.
- LUCY: Mama. - ISABEL: I'm here.
Please give me back my daughter.
VIOLET: (SOFTLY) Oh, dear.
HANNAH: Please.
I have to take her now.
Mama. I don't like going with...
I want to stay with you.
(LUCY SOBBING)
(HORN HONKING)
I can stay here if you prefer.
HANNAH: There's no need.
(SIGHS)
I need to know.
Was it really all your doing?
Yes.
How could you do such a thing?
You sorry for what you did?
Sorrier than I can say.
(EXHALES)
Do what you like to me.
I'm not asking forgiveness.
My wife,
she had no choice.
Show her some mercy.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
HANNAH: (KNOCKING) Grace, my love,
it's dinner time.
Are you hiding?
Grace?
My love?
Are you hiding, darling?
Grace, are you hungry?
Why don't you come out, sweetheart?
Come on, Mum's going to come and get you out.
I'm going to lift up the curtain. And then we can
have some dinner together, all right, darling?
I'm going to come get you.
Grace?
(SIGHS)
Grace?
Grace, darling?
Grace?
Darling, it's not funny.
I want you to come out right now.
Grace?
Grace!
Grace, darling, it's not funny.
Please, come out!
Grace!
Mr. Graysmark.
Evening, Vernon.
Evening, Harry.
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: Here about the Roennfeldt girl.
Hannah?
No, her daughter. Grace.
GARSTONE: Have you got her here?
'Course I haven't got her.
What on earth are you suggesting?
- Is your daughter in? - Yes.
GARSTONE: Sure?
'Course I'm sure.
What's the matter?
SERGEANT: Mrs. Graysmark, we need to see your daughter. If you could fetch her please.
(SIGHS)
Isabel.
Isabel?
(EXHALES)
(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)
- MAN 1: Lucy! - SEPTIMUS: Grace!
BILL: Lucy!
MAN 2: Grace!
- SEPTIMUS: Grace! - MAN 3: Grace.
MAN 4: Grace!
Grace!
- SERGEANT KNUCKEY: Grace! - BILL: Lucy!
Grace!
BILL: Lucy!
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: Grace!
SEPTIMUS: Grace!
Sergeant?
MAN 5: Grace!
BILL: Lucy!
Sergeant!
Grace!
Lucy!
HANNAH: Keep her safe, Lord.
Protect her.
Save her.
You saved her once before.
I promise you that I will put her first from now on.
If you'll only save her again.
I promise you
that I will do what's right for her.
SEPTIMUS: Grace!
BILL: Lucy!
Grace!
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: Lucy!
(GASPING)
She's asleep.
She said she was looking for the lighthouse.
Got nine lives, this one.
- Oh, yeah. - You've got her?
- Thank you. - It's okay. It's all right.
Thank you.
FRANK: Imagine a better one.
Imagine now it takes you
all the way to Sleepyland.
Down the road and through the path.
And through the forest.
I'm whispering nice things for her dreams.
And she's flying through.
HANNAH: You have been through so much in your life
and you are always happy.
How do you do it?
FRANK: You only have to forgive once.
To resent you have to do it all day, every day.
All the time.
You have to keep remembering the bad things.
It's too much work.
You're so handsome.
(FRANK CHUCKLES)
ISABEL: She could have died.
VIOLET: Yes, but she's alive.
It's what you do now that's important.
Tom's still your husband.
Lucy's young.
She's got people to take care of her
and give her a good life.
Tom has no one.
He'll end up in jail.
Or worse.
I don't think there's much time.
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
I've come here to say something.
Just to say it and then go.
I know that my daughter isn't coming back to me.
After last night I've realized that she can live without me.
Even if I can't without her.
I can't punish her
for what happened,
and, um, can't punish you for your husband's decisions.
Grace loves...
Loves you.
And perhaps...
Perhaps, she belongs to you.
So if you testify against your husband
and, soon as he's safely locked away,
I will let Grace come back to you.
(GATE UNLOCKING)
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: Prosecuting officer is here
to take you to Albany.
Where you'll be tried for murder.
If there is anything more you want to tell me,
this is your last chance.
No, thank you.
(GATE UNLOCKING)
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: It's not the best weather for the boat.
Addicott can make it.
Well, open the cell.
(CELL DOOR OPENS)
SERGEANT SPRAGG: Hurry up.
(KEYS JANGLING)
TOM: Isabel, love.
I couldn't go on the way things were.
I couldn't live with myself.
I'm sorrier than I'll ever be able to say for hurting you.
We each get a little turn at life.
And if this ends up being how my turn went,
it will still have been worth it.
My time should have been up years ago.
To have met you,
when I thought life was over.
And been loved by you.
If I lived another 100 years,
I couldn't ask for better than that.
I have loved you as best as I know, Isabel.
Which isn't saying much.
You deserved someone a lot better than me.
All I can do is ask God.
And ask you to forgive me for the harm I've caused.
And to thank you for every day we spent together.
I will always be your loving husband.
Tom.
(PANTING)
I need to see my husband.
He's already gone.
Where?
He's on the boat.
(SEAGULLS SQUAWKING)
- SERGEANT SPRAGG: That one? - GARSTONE: That one.
- Hi, Tom. - TOM: Ralph.
Where's Blue?
Um, couldn't make it.
ISABEL: Tom!
(PANTING)
We need to go.
Tom?
Cast off now, Ralph!
Don't, Isabel.
I just want to say goodbye.
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
- (CRYING) - It's all right.
Shh.
- Tom! - Shh!
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
Shh.
It's all right. It's all right.
- It's not true! - Shh!
- It's not true! - Just leave things be.
Isabel...
Frank was dead when the boat washed up. It was my idea.
- Don't say any more. - I stopped him from
reporting the boat. It's my fault.
It's my fault.
I'm sorry.
(INHALES)
It's all right.
- Tom... - Don't say any more.
HANNAH: She said that?
SERGEANT KNUCKEY: Yes.
She was a decent girl before she went out on Janus.
Being out on that island didn't do her any good at all.
What happens to them now?
They go to jail.
For how long?
Long enough to think about what they've done.
Think they need jail for that?
Mrs. Roennfeldt, people are responsible
for their own actions.
And when they cross certain lines,
there needs to be consequence.
What if I spoke for them?
Asked for clemency?
Clemency?
What would happen then?
Some fines, a few months jail, maybe.
Why would you do that?
Because you only have to forgive once.
Thank you very much, Sergeant.
(CLOCK TICKING)
Do you think you could find your own way out?
Thank you for the tea, Mrs. Roennfeldt.
(HANNAH SIGHS)
Good to see a smile, girlie.
I know you've been sad. You missed your old life.
I do.
I know what that's like because that's what happened to me.
I had to say goodbye to my mum.
Your mum?
I had to go across the sea in a sailing ship.
And when I wasn't much older than you.
I came here and I got a new mum and dad.
They looked after me from then on.
They loved me.
Just like my Hannah loves you.
You know who was a good rider when they were little?
My Hannah!
She was good at everything when she was a little one.
Always kept me on my toes. Just like you.
My saving Grace, you are.
I'm not Grace.
You know you were called Grace from the day you were born.
But I want to be called Lucy.
Why don't I call you Lucy-Grace?
Yeah!
Yes? Have we got a deal?
LUCY: Mmm-hmm.
Hi!
We're back.
Surprise!
(WHISPERING) You tell Hannah about all the birdies that you saw.
How many did you see?
Five.
SEPTIMUS: Oh, that's good.
You've been with Grandpa? He's been looking after you?
- Yeah. - Shall I...
Shall I show you how to make a daisy chain?
- Yeah. - Yes!
- Do you know how? - No.
I'm going to show you.
A little hole. There's a hole. Can you stick it through?
Look at that! Well done, darling.
Then we can join them all together.
Look at this!
Do you like a crown?
Yeah.
- Pretty? - Yeah.
- Would you like to wear it? - Yeah.
Should we put it on you?
- Yeah. - Yeah.
(GASPS)
Oh, that looks so pretty.
Oh, it's come off. How about we put it around me?
Make a daisy necklace? Let's try.
How about we, Grandpa...
How about you could wear it on your head?
All right. You want to put it on my head?
And you could keep it.
All right. Thank you, darling.
Thank you.
ISABEL: Do you think God will forgive me?
TOM: He forgave you a long time ago.
It's about time you did, too.
TOM: Afternoon.
You lost?
Hope not.
I'm searching for the Sherbourne property.
Tom and Isabel?
You've found it.
My name is Lucy-Grace Rutherford.
I'm Lucy.
Lucy.
I've got something to show you.
(CAR DOOR OPENS)
This is Christopher.
TOM: She never stopped talking about you.
She always hoped you would come.
I couldn't come any sooner.
I never had the chance to say thank you. To both of you.
For saving me.
And taking such good care of me.
There is nothing to thank us for.
(CHRISTOPHER COOING)
(SOFTLY) Hey.
She left something for you.
ISABEL: My darling Lucy
It has been such a long time.
Hey.
I'd promised
I'd stay away from you and I've stuck to my word.
However hard that was for me.
I'm gone now
Which is why you have this letter.
And it brings me joy
because it means that you came to find us.
I never gave up hope that you would.
Knowing you were safe and loved
allowed us to live our lives away from you.
I hope life has been kind to you.
I hope that you can forgive me for keeping you.
And for letting you go.
Know that you have always been beloved.
TOM: Look at you.
Isabel would have just loved to have met you.
She would have loved you.
Could Christopher and I come back and visit you again?
I would like that very much.
Great. (CHUCKLES)
(MELLOW MUSIC PLAYING)
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