All language subtitles for South.Solitary.2010.1080p.WEBRip

What is with you, man?

Are you deliberately taking
the most circuitous route possible?

[boatman] Would you rather
we smashed up on the rocks, sir?

I don't care if she smashes up
on the rocks

and we're all eaten by the fishes.

Just land this godforsaken vessel
and get me off.

I must try to remain cheerful.

-[Robbie] Take this you bastard!
-[Tom] Go home! We don't want you here.

-[Jack] Hey! It's stuck.
-[Harry] All right, keep your hair on.

-She's all right! Keep going!

-Hello.
-Hello?

Oh good, you bought lunch.

Mind your step, sweetheart,
easy as you go.

-Oh, thank you.
-Quarters are up that way.

Get my missus to make you a cup of tea.

Thank you.

-[Harry] Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

[Meredith] Do, please, try to be careful.
That belonged to my mother.

[Harry] How are you, sir?
Welcome to South Solitary.

Ah, yes.

Right, let's get on with it.

It's all right, it's all right.

Hello.

What's your name?

-Nettie.
-Hello, Nettie.

-I'm Meredith.

Oh! Would you like
to meet my little friend?

He's an orphan, I'm afraid.

Her mother died on the way over.

[Nettie] You're so sweet.

Would you like to do me a favor, Nettie?

Would you like to look after her
just for a little bit,

just until I get myself organized?

All right.

[sighs] The cottages are that way?
Thank you.

[upbeat music playing]

[sheep bleat]

-[Tom] Out of the way, Miss.
-[Robbie] Excuse me, Miss.

-[Robbie speaks indistinctly]
-[Tom] Where do you think I'm going?

-[sheep bleats]
-[Tom] Come here. [grunts]

-[grunts] Mum!
-[sheep bleats]

-Mum, I got one!
-Hold on to it boys.

-[sheep bleating]
-[Alma sighs]

Thank God.

That's three weeks late, the supply ship.
We could have just about starved.

We are that sick of mutton-bird,
I can't tell you.

This is the sort of thing the Department
never takes into consideration.

They think "Oh, there's plenty
of mutton-birds on South Solitary,

they won't starve"
But I tell you, I've boiled them,

I've roasted them, I've stewed those birds
for hours on end.

Robbie, will you open the door for me?

-Get in there!
-[sheep bleating]

[door closes]

-[Meredith] Hello.
-[metal clanging]

[sheep bleating]

-You the wife?
-Oh, no… [chuckles] …I'm the niece.

-Uh, Mr. Wadsworth, I… I mean…
-[indistinct chatter]

…the new head-keeper, he's my uncle.

I'm Meredith, Meredith Appleton.

Alma Stanley.

-I'm so pleased to meet you, Alma.
-[Alma] Will you stop that

and go and catch the other sheep!

[sighs]

These are your quarters over here.

I've given them a good scrubbing-out,

but you probably
want to go over them yourself

with some Lysol and boiling water.

The previous Head Keeper left them
in a bit of a state, I'm afraid.

-[Meredith] He didn't.
-Oh, no, no, no.

Not in the house,
which was awfully considerate of him.

No, he did it down the tea trees.

Harry found him.

Gosh, what a terrible business.

Oh, well, what do you expect?
He was a miserable bastard.

Look…

I might as well say this to your face.
The fact is, we're all pretty put out

that Harry was passed over as the new HK,

given everything
he's done for this island.

He's practically run this place
single-handedly for the past 18 months

-without a word of complaint.
-I see.

It's virtually a slap in the face,
that's what it amounts to.

Oh, dear, I am sorry.

No one's blaming you.
You've got nothing to be sorry about.

Yes, but I… I feel sorry, you know,
that it's happened.

Well, it's a bit late for that now,
isn't it?

You're here now, we're stuck with you.

-[Tom] Mum, we've got the other two.
-[sheep bleats]

-[Robbie] Get him, Tom!
-[Tom] I'm trying.

[Alma] Jump on him, you useless shits!

[Robbie] Don't take 'em
down there, you idiot!

[Tom] Well that's where
they're running to.

[winds blowing]

[door thuds]

[Harry] Yeah, this is
the livestock pen as well, sir.

Oh, not to worry about the fence,
that's… that's as they are, sir,

-nothing to worry about there.
-You mean to say

you haven't bothered to rebuild them?

Well, we have rebuilt them, sir,
many times, but…

Well, the gales here, sir, you really
have to experience one to know--

So the poor dumb creatures are left
to blunder freely about the island?

[scoffs] Surely they must plummet
over cliffs and such like.

Well, we do try
and tether them, usually, sir.

Well, where are they?
Where are our tethered sheep?

I'm not entirely sure

-as of this moment, sir.
-Oh. There's one

in our front parlor, sir.

Ah, is it having a cup of tea?

-No, sir.
-A scone, perhaps? Some buttered toast?

-No, sir.
-What about the other sheep?

Why were they not invited
to the tea party?

-Well, they went running off, sir.
-Shut up.

As I say, sir, normally we do tether them.

In this instance, uh,
there's been a mishap.

Mishap, mistake, misdemeanor,
they're all the same in my book.

-Where is Mr. Fleet?
-I expect he's looking for the horse, sir.

Why is he not accompanying us
on our tour of inspection?

I wasn't aware we were having
a tour of inspection, sir.

Uh, Lord Johnson, sir, that's the horse.

Well, he's work-shy. If… if he sees
the supply ship, he runs off and hides.

-We spend half the day looking for him.
-I'm not sure you understand

why I'm here, Mr. Stanley.

I have been sent to South Solitary
because Mr. Arden,

the superintendent of lighthouses,
felt I was the only man

in the entire lighthouse service
with sufficient experience

to sort out the problems here.

"I don't care where Wadsworth's stationed,
pull him off at once and send him over!"

Those were his exact words.

So, you see, I'm hardly here to fuss about
with runaway horses and tea parties.

-[indistinct chatter]
-Yes, sir.

Yes, all right, start it up, Mr. Fleet,
thank you.

[machine whirring]

[Harry] Magnificent lens, isn't she, sir?

Chance Brothers, of course,
of the First Order.

Most powerful light in the region,
as a matter of fact.

When she's lit, of course,
when somebody bothers to light her.

Beg pardon, sir?

[George] You can
shut that down now, Mr. Fleet.

[grunts]

There's no need
to feign ignorance, Mr. Stanley.

You're well aware, I'm sure,
of the various complaints

made to the superintendent regarding
the operation of this lighthouse.

What, that couple of times
the light went out?

Couple of times?

Oh, no, it was a good deal
more serious than that.

I have here a letter from Mr. Arden,
the superintendent of lighthouses,

which details a number
of very serious allegations

against this station.

Mopsy, read us the exact dates
and incidents.

"13th April… 1926."

"The Trinity Star reports
South Solitary light fading,

then disappearing altogether
around 3:00 a.m."

Um, "28th July, 1926."

"South Solitary light reported out
by the Me-Wan-Moon,

-also the Indian Princess."
-Amazing, isn't it?

Don't see a single ship
from one week to the next,

-yet the minute the light goes out--
-[George clears throat]

Uh, "The 1st January, 1927."

"The Loch Aire reports
South Solitary light

flashing out of character."

Flashing out of character.

In all my years of service,
I have never heard of such a thing.

Oh, well, that last one, sir, uh,

I'll freely admit that…
that was my fault, um.

What happened was I…
I got my arm caught in the mechanism.

Unfortunately, sir, try as I might,
I… I was unable to free myself.

I had to basically just hang there
till… till Fleet showed up for his watch.

I was in quite
some physical discomfort too, sir,

-as you can imagine.
-Had you been drinking?

I won't lie to you, sir,
I… I had had a couple of drinks,

it being New Year's Eve.

Well, I have no choice
but to report this to the superintendent.

We shall see what he makes of it.

I must warn you, however,
that insobriety is an offence

usually punishable by dismissal.

Well, as HK, sir, that's your…
that's your business, what you write.

I mean, all right,
I had had a couple of drinks,

but it's not as if
we get a night off, is it, sir?

I mean, we do try
and observe some festivities,

-even though we're stuck here on--
-[George] Move.

-Stuck here on the arsehole of the earth.
-[winds blowing]

Make a note of it, Mopsy.

[indistinct chatter]

Hello there.

I was just going to come and find you.

Has she been a good girl?

-[lamb sucking]
-[Meredith] Oh, and look.

She's wearing a baby's bonnet.

How sweet.

Mum said she couldn't sleep by the stove,
so I made her up a little bed.

Oh, well, actually, Nettie,

I was rather hoping
she would sleep in my cottage.

She is my lamb, after all.

I suppose we could both
look after her, couldn't we?

Two mothers are better than one, I'm sure.

You know, we're going to have to think
of a name for her.

I was thinking maybe Lucille.

Lucille?

Yes, that's rather a glamorous name,
isn't it, for a sheep?

-I had another sheep that's named Lucille.
-[Meredith] Oh, yes? What happened to her?

We ate her.

Ah.

Don't force her, Nettie.

-I'm not forcing her.
-It… it… it's just that she might have

a little bit of colic.

-[soft music playing]
-[clock ticking]

[chicks squeaking]

-[chicks squeaking]
-[birds fluttering]

[Meredith] Oh.

[birds fluttering]

[woman laughing]

-[waves rustling]
-[soft music playing]

[Meredith pants]

[sighs]

-[pants]
-Ah, I thought you'd forgotten me.

Oh, I'm sorry.

I've had a terrible time
trying to get the stove going.

[George] Oh, dear, well.

I'm afraid your tea's not quite as hot
as it could be.

[George] Hmm.

Just bread and dripping for supper…

-[George] Oh. Quite all right.
-…I'm afraid.

I haven't had time to unpack
all the stores yet.

[pants]

Undrinkable.

I'm awfully sorry.

I'll have it all sorted out
by tomorrow, I promise.

-[pants]
-Sit down for a while.

[George] In fact, you may as well
stay now till the end of my shift.

[machine whirring]

-[waves rustling]
-[alarm bell ringing]

[door opens]

What the devil is going on?

Light me a hurricane lamp at once.

-[door knocks]
-[George] Oh, what now?

I meant to warn you about this, sir.

Nothing to worry about,
it'll be Fleet, sir.

What? What are you talking about?

I didn't think he'd spring it
on your first night, sir.

-[George] Where is he?
-Well, he's up tower, sir.

Occasionally this happens.
Still a bit bomb-happy, I'm afraid.

Bomb-happy? Ah, dear. Well, come on, then.

-What, a returned soldier, then, is he?
-[Harry] Yes, sir.

Must have been blown up
once too often, I'd say.

[George] Then what the devil
is he doing in the service?

[soft music playing]

-[stove opens]
-[pigeons cooing]

-[footsteps approaching]
-Good morning, Uncle.

[sighs] Good morning.

Have you been up the tower all this time?

Well, someone had to finish
the man's shift for him.

He was certainly in no fit state.

-Have you got the stove working yet?
-[chicks squeaking]

I think so.

Ah. Then I'll have my porridge
and two eggs, thank you,

with a hot pot of tea.

Sufficiently hot that it's in danger
of scalding the roof of my mouth.

Do you think that might be possible?

-Yes, Uncle.
-[George] Good.

-[chicks squeaking]
-[birds fluttering]

I'm sorry, babies. I'm sorry.

-[waves rustling]
-[footsteps approaching]

[door opens, closes]

Good morning, Nettie.

-How's Lucille this morning?
-She is good.

Ooh!

What treasures do you have in there?

Just my scabs.

-Your which?
-My scabs.

How interesting.

May I see?

Goodness.

Are these all yours?

And how did you
come to acquire this beauty?

[Nettie] Fell over.

And this one?

Fell over.

Gosh.

How fascinating.
Each scab with its own tale to tell.

-[pigeons cooing]
-[pen scratching]

-So, tell me, what message do you write?
-"All well at South Solitary."

That way the folks on the mainland
know we're alive, at least.

I see.

And do you send that message every day?

Not every day. Not the day
Mr. Grimshaw topped himself, we didn't.

No.

No, I suppose it would hardly
be appropriate in that instance.

"Dear Sir, today our Head Keeper
blasted his head off

with a stick of gelignite."

[laughs]

Bits were hanging off trees, you know.

-Go, birds! Fly!
-[pigeon cooing]

-[waves rustling]
-[Meredith exclaims]

Off they go on their mission.
Brave little birds.

-Do they do that often?
-Sometimes.

And this is the system
of emergency communication

-on which we rely?
-Well, there's also the signal flags.

God help us.

Is your uncle in?

Yes. Come in.

[door closes]

Uncle.

Excuse me, Mr. Wadsworth, sir.

Yes?

I… I just wanted to explain myself, sir,
about last night.

I'll go, shall I?

No, you have your duties to fulfill
like anyone else.

What is it you, uh, wish
to say to me, Mr. Fleet?

I wanted to apologize, sir, and…
and vouch that what happened last night

-won't happen again.
-[crockery clattering]

[George] And how can you
be sure of that, Mr. Fleet?

I am led to believe
that this kind of episode

is a reasonably frequent occurrence
with you.

No, sir. No. It has happened before, sir.

But it's not frequent. No.

-Are you a dipsomaniac?
-No, sir. I… I never drink, sir.

[George] Well, then clearly
there's some kind of flaw or weakness

in your mental composition
that renders you unfit

for lighthouse service.

On what account
were you discharged from the military?

On account of my wounds, sir.

-[George] Was that the only reason?
-Yes, sir.

But your nerves went. That's obvious.
Your mind snapped, or some such?

Well, it shall all go into the report.

I see no reason
to spare the superintendent any details,

and I've no doubt that he will wish
to make further inquiries of his own.

In the meantime,
you may resume your station duties.

Yes, sir.

And if there's any repeat
of the kind of episode

I witnessed last night,
you will be suspended from all duties

and removed from the island.

-There'll be no repeat, sir.
-[crockery clattering]

Thank you, sir.

-[footsteps receding]
-[door opens]

[door closes]

[typewriter keys clacking]

-What are you typing?
-Oh! Good heavens!

Nettie.

Don't you knock?

I did knock. You just didn't hear me
over that racket.

Did you used to be
a secretary or something?

Oh, no. Just a typist.

I wanted to be a secretary,
but you had to have shorthand.

Make sure you learn shorthand, Nettie.
It'll get you ahead in life.

Oh, no. I'll probably just get married.

Who's this?

That was my fiancé.

His name was Will.

What happened to him?

He died, I'm afraid.

-In the war.
-[chuckles]

No offence,
but he's sort of funny looking.

His ears stick out.

-[chicks squeaking]
-[Nettie] What's that noise?

[Meredith] How can they still be alive?

Fly away, stupid birds!

Fly away!

[Harry] Oh, come here.

-[grunts]
-[Meredith] Can you manage?

[screams] Little buggers are pecking me!

-[chuckles]
-[chuckles]

-[Harry] Hello there. [grunts]
-[chicks squeaking]

[Harry grunts]

Oh, jeez.

Oh, what a bunch of squealers.
Must be little girls.

[chuckles]

Hold the ladder for me, will you?

It'd be a pity
if we went arse over teacups now.

[sighs]

[sighs] All right.

Ta.

[grunts]

-[girls] Oh!
-There we go.

-Oh.
-Oh, look at them. Look at that.

-Can I keep them, Dad?
-[chicks squeaking]

-[Nettie] Please?
-[Harry] That'd be right, Nettie.

-They'd be dead in a day, wouldn't they?
-No, they wouldn't.

She kills them with kindness, this one.

Actually, sometimes not even kindness,
she just kills them.

[chuckles]

Oh, Nettie, I think what your father means
is babies this little

need their mother to look after them.

You see how she's watching us?

I do hope she goes back to them.

They sometimes don't, do they,
if you disturb the nest?

I'll tell you what we'll do.

Hey, we'll go and put them down
in the old melaleuca.

That way she'll be able to see
what we're doing.

It's reasonably protected down there.
Hey, give it here.

You better hang on to that,
Meredith, I think.

Lead the way, Nettie. Go on.

-[sighs]
-Babies.

-[soft music playing]
-[lamb bleats]

[indistinct chatter]

[Harry] Not so bad, is it,
when it stops raining for a minute.

[Meredith] It's lovely.

[Harry] Such is the life
of the lighthouse keeper.

-Unrelenting drudgery and tedium.
-[Meredith chuckles]

[Harry] But you do catch
the odd nice sunset.

Have you been here long, then?

Too long. Six months to go.

Where will you go next, do you know?

Oh, I'm going to try and get on
one of the mainland stations.

-Send the kids to school would be good.
-I don't want to go to school.

[Harry] Yeah, I know you don't,
but you have to.

See, this is no place for a family.

It's too bloody isolated.

That's why you get all the nutters.
Like Fleet, for example.

He's been here eight years.

-On a two-year station. Oh, yeah.
-Eight years?

-[Harry chuckles] He keeps requesting…
-Hey, come on.

…to stay on.

Of course, no-one else
is begging for the job, so they let him.

Never mind that he's always seeing
distress flares.

He sees distress flares?

Well, that's what that business
was about the other night.

Grimshaw was just as bad.

If they're back from the war
and feeble-minded,

They send him straight to South Solitary.
It's like a bloody sanatorium here.

In Fleet's case, I mean,
you got to wonder, don't you.

-[indistinct chatter]
-[Harry] I mean,

you couldn't get much further away
from Old Blighty out here, could you?

What do you mean?

Well, I mean, desertion…

self-inflicted wounds, what have you.

It's all punishable
by execution over there, isn't it?

♪ Gutless wonder, gutless wonder
Mr. Fleet was scared of thunder ♪

♪ Went to France and soiled his pants-- ♪

All right, all right, shut up.
That's enough.

[Nettie chuckles]

♪ And then he did a chunder ♪

Take that off your hands.

-[chicks squeaking]
-Thank you.

Where are we going to put him?

Here's your uncle wondering
why the light went out occasionally.

I mean…

it's a bloody miracle
it was even lit half the time.

What do you reckon, Nettie?

-[Nettie] Yeah, it's good.
-[Harry] It's great.

-[waves rustling]
-[soft music playing]

[Nettie screams, laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

[Harry] You trying to scare us?
You going to scare us?

[machine whirring]

Ah, here again, some ten months later.

"July 28th. Lit up all correct.
11:00 p.m."

"Light out, called Assistant Fleet,
changed burner,

put on another vaporizer,
all going correct 12:30."

Never mind the fact that the light
has been out for half the night

while they muddle about
with burners and vaporizers!

-[Meredith sighs]
-What's your problem there?

I don't know, I seem to be making
a frightful hash of this heel.

Give it here.

Oh, what have you done?

You know, it comes as scant surprise to me

that shipping
has all but abandoned this route.

Imagine the uncertainty.

South Solitary may be operational
or it may not.

Yes. Although I suppose in fairness
these were isolated incidents.

What's that?

I suppose in fairness
these were isolated incidents

which could happen anywhere, really.
Trouble with the vaporizers and suchlike.

Tell that to the swollen corpses
that come washing up on the rocks below,

their clothes ripped away by the sea.

No fingers left…

nor toes, after the fish
have been at them.

No dignity for them in death…

nor even means of identification.

Perhaps, if you're lucky,
there might be some small item…

perhaps a signet ring to…

bring comfort to the family.

Yes, although I don't see
how they could be wearing

a signet ring
if they didn't have any fingers.

Go to bed.

You're too old
to behave like a schoolgirl.

It doesn't become you.

-[sighs]
-[soft music playing]

[waves rustling]

[Meredith] Rattles!

Rattles!

-[bell tolling]
-[cow mooing]

[footsteps approaching]

[Meredith] Rattles, you silly cow,
come back.

I've got you now.

-[cow moos]
-[bell tolling]

[birds chirping]

What's this cake got in it?

Dripping?

Yes, instead of butter.
It's quite a useful recipe,

-if you run a bit short.
-[indistinct chatter]

[Alma chuckles]

Except it tastes like dripping.

-[tea slurps]
-Yes, I suppose so.

[Alma clears throat]

[clears throat]

So tell me, um…

what are you doing
rattling around lighthouses

with your uncle? Why aren't you married?

Oh, well, uh…

I never met the right fellow, I suppose.

I've got news for you.

You're never going to meet
the right fellow

whilst stuck on a rock
in the middle of the ocean.

Oh, that's all right.

I'm not really expecting
to meet anyone these days.

Still, you haven't got time
to muck around.

Hmm. Especially if you want
to start a family.

-[crockery clattering]
-Well…

unfortunately, you see, I…

I'm not able to have children, so…

Why not?

Well, I…

I have a problem with my insides.

I don't have a womb, as such.

-No womb?
-No.

[Alma] How come?

Well, it's all rather distressing.

-Were you born like that?
-No… no, no. I… I

-[indistinct chatter]
-…I was born with a…

womb.

A perfectly good womb, in fact.

But unfortunately, I…

I had to have an operation
several years back, and…

there were complications and…

in the end, they… they…

they basically had to remove everything.

You were up the spout, is that it?

[indistinct chatter]

I was, you know, very young and foolish.

How young?

Well, I was 29.

That's not young.

I suppose not. [chuckles]

So why couldn't you just…

got married?

Well…

that wasn't possible, I'm afraid.

Why not?

He was already married.

I see.

Oh, you're so sweet.

[sighs] Well, I still say,
it's no life for you here.

You'll end up like Elspeth Tanner.
You remember her, Nettie?

She was on Tasman Island.

You ever get stationed there?

-No.
-HK's daughter.

Never married, like yourself.

Her only interest in life
was waving at ships.

Didn't matter if it was raining
or hailing, there she'd be,

-all day long, out on that cliff-top…
-[chuckles]

…waving her little hanky.

She would have stayed out there all night,
but her father put his foot down.

Had she been disappointed
in love or something?

No, I don't think so.

Just liked waving at ships?

Well, I hardly think I…

I hardly think I'm in that league.

-[waves rustling]
-[indistinct chatter]

[Harry] E.

R.

Error! Start again,
from the beginning, Mr. Stanley.

Crikey. This'd be a lot easier
if I knew how to spell.

Make the error signal! Prevent confusion!

They'll have no idea
what you're doing out there!

They'll have passed away from old age
by the time I get this message out.

It'll be like the Ancient Mariner.

They'll have beards down to their knees.
They'll be saying,

"Crikey, has he finished
that message yet?"

[George] That's enough of that.
Now start again from the beginning.

-[Harry] Down here. E--
-[George] Up.

-That's better.
-E…

-[water trickling]
-[thunder rumbling]

[Harry whistling]

[door knocks]

Oh.

I'm sorry. Were you in bed?

No. I was just in the bath, actually.

Oh.

I'm sorry.

-I'll… I'll let you get back to it.
-No, that's all right.

Oh, I was just out for a walk and, uh…

saw your light was on and, uh…

I thought…

gee, she must get a bit lonely
when uncle's up tower.

So I thought I'd just check up on you.

Oh. That's very kind of you.

-Everything all right?
-Yes, thank you.

Would you like to come in?

Is… is that all right?

Of course.

Would… would Alma care to join us?

[Harry] No, no, she's, uh, she's busy.

Doing the tea dishes.

No I…

I like to go for a walk around this time.

Get out of the house.
Bit of fresh air before my shift.

Would you like a…

a cup of tea? Or an Ovaltine perhaps?

I actually, uh…

thought maybe something else.

Tell you what.

Warm up some milk
and we'll have a little drop in our milk.

Like a nightcap.

Warm our insides.

Well, all right.

Uh, will powdered milk do?

Powdered milk will be perfect, Mopsy.

You know, you really mustn't mind
my uncle, Mr. Stanley.

I… I know he can seem rather old-fashioned
and he can be a terrible stickler for…

things being done by the book, but…

underneath it all,
he really is very decent and fair.

Who's complaining?

I… I think he's terrific.

No, we needed a good shake-up.

You type?

[Meredith] Oh, just my uncle's paperwork.

Letters to the superintendent
and such like?

Well…

yes.

Well, put in a good word for me, will you?

[water pouring]

Nah, just joking.

Although it might save me my job
though of course.

[Meredith chuckles]

I hope you don't mind me
saying this, Meredith, but, um…

gee, you've brightened the place up.

-Really?
-Oh, my word.

Always got a nice smile.

Pleasant manner.

My little girl thinks the world of you.

Because, uh…

well, Alma's not…

not affectionate.

Never really has been.

That's just… that's just the way
she is, you know.

I'm used to it, I suppose.

But little Nettie, oh…

she really appreciates that sort of thing.

Well, she's a lovely girl.

-I… I've grown terribly fond of her.
-[chuckles]

Yeah, yeah, she's all right.

-Animal mad, of course.
-[Meredith chuckles]

You know, you're a sight for sore eyes
in that dressing gown.

Is… is that satin?

Not real satin. Satin-viscose, I think.

I wouldn't normally wear
something this fancy. [chuckles]

I… I have a much more sensible
dressing gown I normally wear.

It's just I was having my bath, and I felt
like using all my nicest things, just to…

You know, I wish
you'd stop mentioning the bath.

Because every time you mention it, I…

I get this picture in my head.

Oh, I'm sorry.

-I didn't mean to embarrass you.
-Oh.

That's all right. [chuckles]

But you're making things
very difficult for me.

You realise that?

I didn't realise that.

You hadn't noticed my feelings for you?

No.

Well, that's good.

I was… I was worried
everyone would notice.

It's pretty awkward
on a small station like this.

Well, particularly since you're married.

[chuckles] Did you need to bring that up?

I'll just say this one thing, Meredith.

Not all marriages are made in heaven.

Won't you come and sit down a minute?

Milk can look after itself, can't it?

I suppose so.

It's just that it can get
a little bit lumpy, that's all.

I don't mind it lumpy.

I like it lumpy.

Come here and sit down a moment.

I've gone and got you
all worried now, haven't I?

No. No.

It's… it's quite flattering, really.

I just hope
I haven't led you on in some way.

Oh, no.

No, you haven't led me on.

These things happen.

That's all.

Feelings arise.

Anyway.

Don't you like me too?

Just a little bit.

Well, of course.

You've always been very pleasant.

Yeah, but I mean…

like me in the other way.

What other way?

Oh.

See, now…

-I think you are leading me on.
-[milk boiling]

-Oh, there's the milk boiling.
-Let it boil.

It's just that it makes a terrible mess.

-[inhales]
-[inhales]

[lever squeaking]

Is that you, Mopsy?

[Meredith] Yes, Uncle.

[pants]

-You're late.
-[Meredith] I know. I'm sorry.

Trouble with the stove again.

[George] Leave it. I'll do it myself.

[tea pouring]

-[waves rustling]
-[pigeon fluttering]

[Meredith] Hello there.

All well at South Solitary?

[pigeon fluttering]

Well, look at that! Off they go!

[Nettie] I just hope she doesn't get them.

She's always hanging about.

She gives me the shits.

And how's Lucille today?

I don't know.

-You don't know?
-[sighs] She took off.

-When did this happen?
-[Nettie] Yesterday.

You mean she was out all last night.
It was barely 30 degrees.

You know, if you couldn't be bothered
to look after her properly,

-you should have given her back to me.
-Mum said she'd be fine.

She… she can't fend for herself yet.
You know that.

She's probably dead already,
and you've only got yourself to blame!

I certainly hope
you're pleased with yourself.

[pigeons cooing]

I've got a good mind to give you
another scab to add to your collection.

-[clicks tongue]
-[waves rustling]

[Meredith] Excuse me.

I've lost my lamb.
Have you seen her at all?

[Jack] Your what?

My lamb. A small, white, fleecy lamb.

You know, you could improve
matters for yourself

if you at least tried to be civil.
It wouldn't kill you, you know.

Oh, um…

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to disturb.

[indistinct chatter]

Hello there.

Been out for a walk, have you?

Uh, yes. I was just out
looking for the lamb.

Nettie tells me she ran off yesterday
and I was just, I was…

I was hoping I might be able to find her.

Be gone for good, I'm afraid.

Wouldn't be the first sheep
we've lost neither.

They fall down holes.

-Holes?
-Oh, yes.

You want to be careful where you walk.

You might fall down a hole
on top of a sheep.

All right, then.

I'll… I'll bear that in mind.

Thank you.

[soft music playing]

[clock ticking]

[winds blowing]

[Harry whistling]

Ah, only three minutes late tonight.

[Harry] Good evening, Gov. [grunts]

Hello there.

Having a late one tonight?

Yes, I suppose I am.

Sometimes I just get so absorbed
in my knitting.

-How is it, sir? All running correct?
-Yes, all running correct.

How did you and Fleet
go scraping down the balcony?

-Did you finish it?
-More or less, sir.

Well, then you can start
on the painting tomorrow.

Thursdays we usually do
the glasswork, sir.

[George] Yes, I realise that.
But it looks to be fine tomorrow.

So we may as well take advantage
of the clement weather.

Yes, sir. If we're not
polishing something,

we're painting it, aren't we, sir?
That's the lighthouse life.

-Yeah, well, good night, then.
-Good night, sir.

-[Meredith] Hmm.
-[Harry] Hmm.

Good night, Mopsy.

-Good night.
-[George] Come along then, Meredith.

[whistles]

-[bell tolling]
-[Tom humming]

-[indistinct chatter]
-[Robbie] Shut up.

-[Tom humming]
-Hello there!

-[Robbie] Your turn.
-Is this your secret hideaway?

What are you playing?

Poker.

No luck finding Lucille,
I'm afraid, Nettie.

I've been right over the island.

Nettie…

I'm awfully sorry
I got cross the other day. I…

I shouldn't have spoken to you like that.
I… I don't know what got into me.

I do hope we can still be friends.

Excuse me, miss.
Have you used your bath yet?

[children laugh]

Yes, I've used my bath.

Why do you ask?

No reason, miss. Just ignore him.

[children laugh]

Well, I can see there's no point
continuing this conversation.

[children laugh]

[cow mooing]

Good morning.

Have you been milking the cow again?

Yes, she doesn't have much milk,
I'm afraid.

She's actually our cow, you know.

Oh, I'm… I'm sorry.
I didn't… I didn't realise.

I thought she belonged
to the whole station.

No, that's not correct. She's our cow.

We brought her here.

Would you-- Do you want the…

milk, then?

Well, I dare say,
since I do have children to nourish.

-Yes, by all means.
-Thank you.

[waves rustling]

[Harry moans]

[Meredith pants]

-Nettie!
-[grunts] Go home, Nettie!

Go on! On your bike!

Mum told me to come and get you.

Tell your mother…

Tell her I'll be home in a minute.

-She's not very happy.
-Oh, well, what else is new?

She's gone up the tower
to tell Mr. Wadsworth.

Jesus.

Slut.

♪ Have you heard the rumors
The lady lost her bloomers ♪

♪ She left them in the garden shed… ♪

-[waves rustling]
-[ship horn blaring]

[soft music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[sniffles]

-[pigeons coo]
-[pen scratching]

That's all right, birds.
It was a lie, anyway.

[pigeons cooing]

[Meredith sighs]

Uncle! What about your lunch?

[George grunts]

-[George grunts]
-Uncle, are you going to stop for lunch?

[George] It's no use, I can't move it.

[sighs] Look at the state of the track.

No maintenance,
leave it to rot in the weather.

Now see what happens.

Perhaps if you…
you took off some of its load.

You will do well
to keep your suggestions to yourself.

Do you realise the predicament
you've placed us in?

One keeper short and no replacement?

I had thought that that other business
was a momentary lapse, an aberration,

but now I see it's you,
the sort of person you are,

a person completely without honor.

-[waves rustling]
-[Meredith sobs]

[George grunts]

[indistinct chatter]

[Meredith crying]

[sniffles, crying]

[crockery clattering]

[waves rustling]

[George grunts]

[grunts]

[door opens]

[door closes]

[Meredith] Uncle, I have some stew

-for you.
-I'm just going to lie down

for five minutes.

Uncle?

Uncle, it's almost half past five.

Go and tell Fleet to take the first shift.

-Are you all right?
-I'm all right.

It's just a bout of dyspepsia.

Can I… can I get you

-a bicarbonate of soda--
-You can get out of here

and stop bothering me. Do as you're told,
for God's sake. Go and tell Fleet.

-[door closes]
-[sighs]

[thunder rumbling]

[Jack] Who is it?

It's Meredith!

-[winds blowing]
-[thunder rumbling]

[door unlocks]

[thunder rumbling]

[Meredith] My uncle asked
if you would take the first shift, please.

All right.

Thank you!

[winds blowing]

[George groans]

[gasps, pants]

Uncle. I think we should try
to get you a doctor.

No, no doctor.

[thunder rumbling]

[George sobbing]

Uncle, I'm sorry! I'm so sorry!

[George sobs]

-[thunder rumbling]
-[door opens]

-[Meredith panting]
-[winds blowing]

[pigeons cooing]

-[thunder rumbling]
-I know it's dark.

I know there's a storm coming.

-But you have to fly this time.
-[rain pattering]

[thunder rumbling]

-[George groans]
-[Meredith gasps]

[typewriter keys clacking]

-[thunder rumbling]
-[rain pattering]

[typewriter keys clacking]

[Meredith] Uncle?

Uncle, it's almost time for your shift.

What shall I tell Mr. Fleet?

[George groans]

Are you asleep?

[George groans]

-[door closes]
-[Meredith panting]

-[rain pattering]
-I'm here to relieve you.

My uncle will be along shortly.

All right.

Tell your uncle the burner fired before.

I wrote it up in the logbook.

-He might want to keep an eye on it.
-[Meredith] Yes, all right.

Good night, then.

Good night.

[footsteps receding]

Burner fire.
What the hell is a burner fire.

Keep an eye on what? Exactly what
am I supposed to keep an eye on?

[sighs]

[light whizzing]

[Meredith] Jesus!

Maybe I fixed it.

[sighs]

Fire!

Oh, God!

Oh! Okay.

Oh!

-[grunts]
-[flame sizzling]

[waves rustling]

[Meredith grunts, pants]

Where's the lamp? Where's the lamp?

Where the hell is the lamp?
Where's the lamp?

-[metal clattering]
-[Meredith panting]

Where's the lamp, I can't see a thing.
Where's the lamp?

[exclaims]

Where's the matches? Where's the matches?
Where's the matches?

Where's the God's sake matches?

-[panting]
-[metal clattering]

[Meredith exclaims]

[matches chattering]

-[match strikes]
-[Meredith grunts]

-[match strikes]
-[Meredith groans]

-[match strikes]
-[Meredith grunts]

-[match strikes]
-[Meredith sighs]

Oh God, I've drowned it.

[pants] Oh. Oh God.

-[Jack] What happened?
-Ah!

-The light's out.
-[Jack] I can see that.

-Where's your uncle?
-He's… he's sick, so I'm taking his shift,

-but then the lamp caught fire.
-Caught fire?

-Yeah, but I doused it with the teapot.
-You did what?

[Meredith] Well, I--
It was all I had at hand.

Should I have let the whole structure
burn to the ground?

All right, then. Next time I will.

-[waves rustling]
-[soft music playing]

You made a mess of that light.

I'm sorry.

You should have
made the situation clear to me.

I would have stood your uncle's watch.

Is he still poorly?

He's dead.

That's no good.

No.

What should I do?

We'll just have to try
and signal a ship, I suppose.

-How do we do that exactly?
-[Jack] It's all right. I'll see to it.

[soft music playing]

Excuse me.

Isn't that the V flag?

Yes.

"Require assistance?" Is that all?

Shouldn't it be the N and C flags?

That's the distress signal.
We're not in distress.

I'm in distress. I'm in a great deal
of distress. Hadn't you noticed?

Have you sent off some pigeons?

No, I haven't.

-I was just about to.
-[winds blowing]

It will be terribly effective, I'm sure.

[waves rustling]

Fly!

Fly, you fat bastards!

[grunts]

[wood creaking]

You keep a supply of coffin boards?

The Department sent us those,
after Grimshaw died.

Goodness.

They're obviously anticipating
some sort of massacre.

Possibly an invasion of some sort.

I didn't know what to bury him in.

And then I thought, oh…

it has to be his jacket.

He always felt light keepers
should have a uniform, you see,

so he had this one especially made up.

And I… I think he…

I think he would wish to be buried in it.

The odd thing is…

he looks so disapproving.

I always thought that people would seem
somehow peaceful when they die,

but look at him.

[sobs]

-[coffin thuds]
-[Jack] We'll have to tip it on its side.

We can't tip it on its side.

[Jack] Well, how else
are we going to do it?

[Meredith pants, grunts]

You know, Mr. Fleet, he was not a big man.

I don't understand
why he has a big coffin.

-[pants]
-They sent us the one size only.

[Meredith] Nevertheless.

[horse snorting]

[Jack] You know, there's a chance
we might not be able to attract a ship.

In time to bury him, I mean.

In time to bury him on the mainland.

[Meredith] Really?

Well, we didn't have much luck
with Mr. Grimshaw.

What did you do then?

We tried to…

preserve his body…

while we waited.

How did you do that?

Just mixed up a brine solution
in the bathtub.

Pretty much as you'd salt a side of beef.

-In the bathtub?
-Yes.

[Meredith] Which bathtub?

Your bathtub.

-[footsteps receding]
-[horses clopping]

Did it work?

Not so well.

-Walk up.
-[cart clattering]

[horse snorting]

[waves rustling]

Good morning.

[Jack] Morning.

You know, Mr. Fleet,
this business with Mr. Grimshaw…

how long did he remain in… in my…

in my bathtub?

Oh, I can't quite remember.

-A day or two?
-[tools clattering]

A week?

Maybe about…

nine days.

Nine days?

You know, I… I wish someone
had mentioned this to me earlier.

Did anyone not think I should probably
like to have a bath sometime?

Well, I did tell you.

Yes, but my point is,
I learned about it very late in the piece.

Have you had a bath already?

Of course I've had a bath already.
I've had several baths already.

There was no harm done to you, was there?

Well, only because I didn't know
there'd been a dead person

soaking in it previously.

[soft music playing]

[waves rustling]

[shovel thudding]

"The days of man are but as grass,

he flourishes
like the flower of the field."

"When the wind passes over, it is gone,
and its place will know of it no more."

I don't find that particularly comforting,
do you?

It's basically saying, bad luck.

When you're dead,
you are gone and forgotten.

And yet, this book suggests
it's the appropriate passage

for the passing of a loved one.

I mean, is that the best
they could come up with?

[sniffles]

[sniffles]

Did you want me to say a few words
about your uncle?

No.

You hardly knew him.
What could you possibly say?

I… I just thought, uh…

a eulogy of some sort is customary.

And if you were finding it too…

-too difficult…
-It's all in here.

That's all.

Do I have to say everything out loud?

My uncle was the only person
I had in this world, Mr. Fleet.

Did you realize that?

He took me in
when I had nowhere else to go.

He could be a very…

difficult man sometimes.

But if you knew my history,
you'd realize that he was perfectly…

perfectly entitled. [sniffles]

I have many regrets.

But the worst of them all
is his disappointment in me.

-[sniffles]
-[horse snorting]

-As you say, I… I did not know him well.
-[Meredith sniffles]

However…

I thought him
to be a very good light keeper.

Yes.

Yes, he was.

He was a very good light keeper.

Thank you for mentioning that.

[soft music playing]

Light the mantle.

-Gosh, it's awfully pretty, isn't it?
-Yes.

I'll have to oversee things,
of course, for a while.

Yes, of course.

Thank you, Mr. Fleet.

-[waves rustling]
-[soft music playing]

[machine whirring]

Whereabouts did you serve
during the war, Mr. Fleet?

If you don't mind my asking.

[Jack] I don't usually talk
about these things with folk.

I see.

Why not?

[Jack] Some things
are best not dwelt upon.

I suppose so.

Although I find myself,
the more one tries not to dwell

on certain unpleasant aspects
of one's life,

the more they keep jumping up
and screaming at you.

We'll get along all right if you
don't keep forcing yourself upon me.

All right, then.

I'll just sit here very quietly
till the end of my shift.

You won't hear another peep out of me.

Please forgive me for endeavoring
to have a conversation.

[grunts, pants]

Excuse me, Mr. Fleet.

You obviously think
that I'm the sort of person

that likes to poke my nose
into other people's business

when I asked you that question last night.

But it's only that I… I had a…

a friend go over there, you see.

Well…

more than a friend.
We were practically engaged.

He'd only just got there. He'd been there…

barely a week.

And they had to go over
the trenches for some reason,

with the Germans 30 yards away.

And I just sent him a letter.

And they sent it right back to me.
And all over it, they stamped…

"Killed in Action."

"Killed in Action." How do you like that?

Whereabouts was he?

It was at a…

a place, near somewhere
called Villers-Brettoneux.

But I'm not quite sure
how you pronounce it.

Were you ever near there at all?

No.

No, I was not.

I think Grimshaw may have been there.

Was he?

Do… do you know which battalion?

No, I do not.

I wonder if they…

I wonder if they knew each other at all.

Anyway, I just…

wanted to explain myself,
you see, that's all.

[box clattering]

[winds blowing]

I saw you were getting low.

I was getting low.

That's awfully considerate of you.

I… I don't much like the look
of this weather.

Really?

We might be in for a bit of a rough spell.

Right. Gosh.

Just when I got the washing out.

I meant to say also,
about this bath business.

[horse snorts]

You could use the bathtub in my quarters.

I would stay out, of course.

-I mean out of the house.
-[horse neighing]

Thank you, Mr. Fleet.

But I… I think I was probably making
a bit of a fuss over nothing.

[winds blowing]

[Meredith] "Wind force ten?"

Isn't that what you call a whole gale?

No you just have to watch
with tower swaying like this.

On occasion it's caused
the mantle to split.

The tower is swaying?

-It won't topple over, will it?
-Well, it's never toppled over yet.

[Meredith] Because that would
just about cap things off

if the lighthouse were to fall over
with me in it.

-[machine whirring]
-You know, I'm not sure

you have the mettle to be a light keeper.

[winds blowing]

Gosh. I wonder how the animals
are faring in all this.

-Get away from the window.
-What?

[hailstones pattering]

What comes after "whole gale"
on the Beaufort scale?

You have "a whole gale
with hurricane squalls."

And then what, after that?

[Jack] Then you have the hurricane.

[Meredith] And what do we have?

I think perhaps tonight
you should stay here in the tower.

-[machine whirring]
-[winds blowing]

You embroider?

May I see?

Gosh…

that's awfully good.

Whenever I try to embroider anything,

it always ends up looking like
the dog might have done it.

[Jack] That's one thing
about being a light keeper.

You have plenty of time
to get good at things.

I suppose so.

Do you like
the lighthouse life, Mr. Fleet?

Oh, it suits me, I suppose.

You see, it doesn't suit me at all.

[sighs] I'm the worst person
to be stuck on a place like this.

I need company, you see.

I… I can't stand all this rattling around
on your own all the time.

Don't you just go mad from the loneliness?

I'm used to it.

Being used to it
doesn't mean you enjoy it.

I don't need company like you do.

I'm not good with company.

I'm better off without it.

You're just out of practice, that's all.

I sometimes think I would be happy
just to have a small, furry animal.

Perhaps a… a nice little spaniel
with floppy ears,

just a little warm body to sit on my lap.

[winds blowing]

-[waves rustling]
-[footsteps approaching]

Has it eased off at all?

They usually take a day or two
to blow themselves out.

Is it safe to go outside, do you think?

I wouldn't.

I might go out later
and check the horse and the birds…

but not just yet.

It's just…

I need to use the privy.

[Jack clears throat]

Couldn't you use the, uh…

[clears throat] …the chamber pot?

It's full.

I could empty it.

No, I can't, I'm afraid.
I need to use the outhouse.

Preferably as soon as possible.

[winds blowing]

Take my arm.

Oh!

Watch out!

Do you still want to use it?

[soft music playing]

-[Meredith] Will you look the other way?
-[Jack] What?

-[Meredith] Will you look the other way?
-[Jack] Yes.

[Jack] No, no.

Always begin a message with
the "Attention" signal.

Wave your flags up and down.

Oh! Rightio. [sighs]

Yes.

[Meredith] This is good, isn't it?

There'll be no need for us
to ever actually talk to each other.

We can simply communicate
through semaphore.

-[sighs]
-Is that your first word?

Yes. Did you get it?

"Ungertly?"

-Not "ungertly." "Urgently."
-You spelt "ungertly."

I don't think so. I think
I know how to spell "urgently."

Oh! I see what you mean.

I think some more practice is required.

-[sighs]
-[winds blowing]

Would, uh…

would you be offended
if I pulled that out?

-Is it that bad?
-No, it's not.

No, it's not bad at all for a first try.

-But you're going to pull it out.
-I'm going to pull it out.

[soft music playing]

[winds blowing]

[gas pumping]

You know, you should have a sleep
while I take the first shift.

[Jack] I'm all right.

You have to sleep. You haven't slept
since we've been in here.

I don't need much sleep.

What are you, the Undead?
Of course you need sleep.

Everybody needs sleep.

I sleep when I need to,
so shut up about it.

Am I not to be trusted on my own?
Is that it?

[machine whirring]

May I say something, Mr. Fleet?

It's been troubling me
that what you know of the…

of the circumstances surrounding
the Stanleys' departure might…

well, might not cast me
in a very favorable light.

What… whatever you've heard, Mr. Fleet,
I want you to know that

I truly am a decent person.

[sighs] But if I have a weakness,
it's that

sometimes I get sort of desperate
for affection.

[Jack] I don't know anything about
why the Stanley's left.

Nothing at all?

-You must have wondered, surely.
-[Jack] That's not of my business.

Well, in fact,
I have to correct you there, Mr. Fleet.

I… I am your business now.

If… if two people are stuck together
on a rock in the middle of the ocean,

then they have to become
each other's business.

Because otherwise
they might just as well cease to exist.

It's… it's like that thing
about the wind blowing

and suddenly there's no trace of you,

except that's supposed to be
when you're dead.

And as a matter of fact, Mr. Fleet,
I'm actually still alive.

Well?

What?

What do you mean, "What"?

What do you want me to say to you?

I don't understand what you expect of me.

Well, just some
sort of formal acknowledgment

that I exist for a start.

I'm sorry.

I was ranting again.

[Jack] That's all right.

[waves rustling]

[alarm bell ringing]

Mr. Fleet?

Mr. Fleet?

[waves rustling]

[Meredith] Mr. Fleet?

Mr. Fleet?

-[Jack groans]
-What are you doing?

[Jack groans]

I had to do it.

[groans]

I couldn't stop it.

-No one could listen to that.
-What are you talking about?

[groans]

-I saw something.
-What?

I think…

no, I'm sure it was.

A ship's flare.

-You… you mean a… a distress flare?
-You saw it too?

No. No, I didn't. But…

what? What are you doing?

-[alarm bell ringing]
-I have to put a boat out.

[Meredith] But you… you can't,
not in this weather!

I can't just sit by.

But that's madness!

There aren't any ships.
We never see any ships.

There's nothing out there, Mr. Fleet.

-[door closes]
-[waves rustling]

[soft music playing]

[waves rustling]

[machine whirring]

[footsteps approaching]

Hello?

All going correct?

Yes.

You know, I'm… I'm awfully relieved
to see you.

I've been…

I've been looking for you all day.

I was terrified
something had happened to you.

I thought I'd be the only one left.

It wouldn't reflect very well on me,
would it?

All these keepers
coming to an unhappy end,

one after the other.

Mr. Fleet, I'm… I'm awfully sorry.

-If… if anything I said last night.
-You can go now.

-What?
-Your shift is over.

You can go.

All right.

What are you doing with that flag?

I think, possibly…

possibly I'm dragging my anchor.
Isn't that what the "Y" flag means?

It's against regulations to use flags
for decorative purposes.

You could hardly say it's very decorative.

You should put it back where it belongs.

Yes.

Yes, I suppose there's always
the chance the lighthouse

might one day break free of its moorings
and start drifting out to sea.

I must put the Y flag back
in readiness for that eventuality.

-[footsteps receding]
-[soft music playing]

[waves rustling]

Lucille?

Lucille!

Lucille.

Oh.

-Lucille.
-[sheep bleating]

Lucille…

You remember me?

Lucille.

-[Meredith] You're such a big girl now.
-[sheep bleating]

-[grunts]
-[sheep bleats]

[Meredith screams]

-For God's sake, Lucille!
-[sheep bleating]

-[Meredith grunts]
-[sheep bleating]

You all right down there?

-[sheep bleats]
-[Meredith] Yes, thank you.

I'm perfectly fine.

[sheep bleating]

There we go.

Have you got something to tether her?

-No, I don't, actually.
-Here.

Use this.

[Meredith pants]

-You all right?
-Yes, I'm all right.

If perhaps a little damp?

-What about you?
-No, I'm not damp.

No, I didn't mean that.
I meant, are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right.

Well…

that's very good news.

I'm glad to hear it.

I never know where I am with you
from one moment to the next.

Well, I did warn you
I'm not fit for company.

That's not true. You see, you…
you are fit for company.

-No.
-You've been just about the best company

-I could have hoped for.
-No.

-What… what do you mean, no?
-I… I can't do it, you see. I…

I just don't seem to be good with people.

-[Meredith] Why not?
-Well, you've…

you've seen what happens.

The other night?

That… that was just some sort of
visual disturbance, surely.

Does it happen often?

Too often.

Just out of the blue, like… like that?

Usually when I'm most anxious
that it shouldn't.

Why were you anxious that it shouldn't?

Because I didn't want you
to see me like that.

[sighs]

Well, I've… I've seen you like that now…

and it… it wasn't so bad.

[sheep bleats]

-Here…
-[soft music playing]

…you should have my jacket.

I just hope your trousers don't fall down.

[chuckles] Me too.

[indistinct chatter]

[horse clopping]

[ship horn blaring]

When are they landing?

-[Jack] First light.
-[waves rustling]

You should probably start packing.

Tell them to go away.

Go on. Use the semaphore flags.

-I'll do it myself.
-[grunts]

What are you doing?

I don't want to go.
That's obvious, isn't it?

How much more obvious
do I have to make it?

I… I want to stay here with you.

I've got nothing out there.
I've got nobody.

And here, well, I've got… I've got…

I mean…

you and me,
we've… we've done well together,

don't you think, given our circumstances?

We've… we've forged
a kind of companionship, which is more…

more than most people could hope for.

[soft music playing]

That's all right.

I know how it is with you.

Forget I said anything.

[sheep bleats]

[waves rustling]

Come on.

Come on, my friend, let's go.
We've got work to do.

-[horse neighs]
-Don't be like that.

That's the way.

[birds fluttering]

[birds fluttering]

[sheep bleats]

[sheep bleats]

[sheep bleats]

[sheep bleats]

Can I have Lucille, please?

-You're taking the sheep?
-[sheep bleats]

Won't that make it difficult
to find lodgings?

I don't care.

[cart door closes]

I have something for you.

[sheep bleating]

They're socks.

-Are they the ones you were knitting?
-Yes.

They look awfully scratchy, don't they?

They're very nice.

I needed new socks.

Oh, well. Off we go then.

-Walk up.
-[horse snorting]

[sheep bleats]

Do you want to walk down,
or… or take the haulage cart?

-Oh no, thank you. We'll… we'll walk.
-[waves rustling]

Oh, well. Goodbye then.

Yes, goodbye.

Good luck with everything.

Thank you. And you too.

Would you write me?

Once you get yourself settled?

Yes, of course.

Would you write me back?

If you… if you wouldn't mind.

[Meredith] No, I wouldn't mind.

I… I've got leave coming up soon, you see.

-We didn't do that very well, did we?
-No.

Shall we try again?

All right.

All right then.

-Are you ready?
-[soft music playing]

-[Jack] Come on.
-[sighs, sniffs]

[waves rustling]

[boat engine whirring]

[sighs]

[upbeat music playing]

[sheep bleats]

["Solitary Lament" playing]

♪ There was something we felt
In the place where we dwell ♪

♪ Underneath the gray watery sky ♪

♪ There was something amiss ♪

♪ In the way that he kissed me ♪

♪ And whispered to me his goodbye ♪

♪ If you ever go out ♪

♪ To that place thereabouts ♪

♪ And you see him go wandering by ♪

♪ Would you just tell him this
That I long for his kiss ♪

♪ Beneath the gray watery sky ♪

[soft music playing]