Original subtitles

Shut up!

Shut up! What do you want?

Shut up!

Shut up! Shut up!

Shut up!

What do you want?

Shut up!

Shut--

♪ Standing like the lighthouse ♪

♪ On the shores of time ♪

♪ Looking o'er the waves ♪

♪ Of darkness, sin and crime ♪

♪ Look out upon the shore ♪

♪ There's a passerby ♪

♪ Let the beacon's light shine in ♪

Jacob.

Sweetie, where you been?

I'm sorry. I got the first flight I could afford.

Jacob, your mom wouldn't have known

if you were here or not.

You know, they say when someone passes,

they go into the light.

They become the light.

You wanna take that with you?

Um...

Oh, come here. I got something for you.

Just some things from your bedroom

she thought you might like to remember.

I'm sorry, but they're coming in a couple minutes

to get the bed.

She ever mention a girl named Claire?

Claire, it won't open.

Can I get you anything else?

-Oh, no. Thank you so much. -Of course.

You can keep the change.

-Thanks. -Yeah.

Murdoch.

Sorry.

Excuse me. Um...

Do you know where I can find, um, Jim Murdoch?

Information not on the menu will cost you extra.

Oh.

So--I--there's a bulletin board--

So serious.

Murdoch's probably right over there.

If he's even in town.

Oh.

Okay, uh, do--so do you have to take like a boat?

Not if you're a good swimmer.

But if you can wait like...

15 minutes, I have a better option.

I've only been doing it like two years, but...

here's my girl.

Wow.

I gotta say, I'm impressed.

You a relation?

Murdoch?

No, uh, I just--

I knew his daughter when we were kids.

So...Claire. Do you know her?

No.

Used to be able to walk all the way out here

from the beach.

Not no more. I sure wouldn't try it.

The gaps, the waves, the undertow.

This place always gives me the shivers when I pass by.

Oh. Jesus Christ.

Mr. Murdoch?

Mr. Murdoch?

Anyone here?

I can see you!

You make it a habit of breaking into people's homes, kid?

Oh, no, sorry, the door--um--

No, sorry, um, I'm just-- I'm here about the job.

Sorry. You wasted your time.

Oh, uh, wait. I've got a lot of experience.

I helped patch a foundation once.

I painted a house two coats.

-Wow. -All by myself.

Sir, I really need this job, so...

Oh. You're Claire's dad, right?

We used to be friends.

-I was just like-- -I tell you what.

You fix that crack on the western deck.

Zigzag. You can't miss it.

Have it done before I get back. Maybe we'll talk.

Wire the for sale sign to the south rail.

- What? - You heard me.

If you're hungry, half a crappy sandwich in the fridge.

Stay off the bed by the door.

Bed? I'm sleeping here?

Keep your ass off the break wall.

-It ain't safe. -Wait, sir!

I just--

One day at a time.

Oh, so gross.

- ♪ In the Garden of Eden... -Gross. Gross.

Put the bottle on the chair.

-Come on. -Come on!

Cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup, cup.

Aw, Jesus, you're not really eating that, are you?

Here.

Try something edible.

Finish up. I'll give you the nickel tour

and then we gotta pick up the paint.

Don't even touch it. It's decommissioned.

Which means you turn it on, I get fined.

She doesn't bring you home no more.

Be a captain's liability.

Ships can wreck. People can die.

It's a real shame,

'cause light her up, she's a beautiful kaleidoscope.

Give her some curb appeal, make it easier to sell.

How'd you get the lighthouse in the first place?

Government shut her down in the '60s.

Before that, my old man worked here for ages.

So I know where all the dead bodies are buried.

Ah, the Army Corps complained it's too expensive to demolish.

City let her rot. Me being me,

bought her on the cheap, and, uh...

They were happy to get rid of this money pit.

Thought I could save her.

I was dead wrong.

Ah, that lamp probably couldn't fire up

if it wanted to.

This generator hasn't been cranked in, uh,

30 years.

Appraiser comes Saturday.

It took me months to schedule the appointment.

You got six days. Understood?

It's a sprint, not a marathon.

Stay off the bed by the door.

Closet's locked. Means it's none of your goddamn business.

I don't get it.

Where do you want me to put these?

Oh, son of a bitch!

Oh, hey. That's all yours.

Most exercise that delivery kid's seen in a lifetime.

It almost killed him.

Yeah. Load 'em up.

Thanks, Dan.

Uh, Jim.

Put the bobbers all together on the same shelf!

'Cause it doesn't make sense! -Fuck me.

Uh, no, I'm not taking care of your dog.

Uh, because it's annoying

and it barks all the time and it's bit me, and I hate dogs.

I just gave you $50.

Yes, but I--mm-hmm. Mm-hmm.

Mm-hmm. Okay. Yes. Fine.

I will pick it up at the drugstore later.

Yes.

No, do not call me.

I will not...

Claire, it won't open.

Let go of me! Let go!

Mom?

Debra, your son is here.

With a present. Look!

How lovely.

Hey, Mom.

Sorry I haven't been here for a little while.

Uh...

But I got you something.

You!

Why are you--get out!

Get out. Get him out!

Get out! Get out! Go! Get out!

Mommy!

Ahoy there!

Looking good.

Thank you. Brave of you to come out here.

You catch anything or just the shivers?

Well, perch are running wild by Hot Waters, so...

How are you and Mr. M. getting along?

Fine.

I don't think he likes being here very much.

Well, you lasted longer than the others.

I figured that you would want a little tour leftovers.

Tofu. West Coast vegans.

Close!

Wait, uh, what...

-What others? -Oh, you're third or fourth,

not even including the painters.

None of them lasted a day.

That's probably more to their credit than mine.

Listen, I'm running on fumes,

-but you got my number. -No reception.

I pass by here most days.

Oh, wait, um, hey,

I found out Murdoch did have a daughter.

-Yeah? -Yeah! And her name was Claire,

but it can't be the same one 'cause this one died in '99.

Yeah. I looked that up. It's gotta be a different girl,

'cause we were both born in '99.

-Yeah, '99! -No, we were both born

in ninety-- -Bye!

God damn it.

He's gonna kill me.

Get out! Get out!

What the fuck?

Hello?

Hello?

You deaf?

No. Sorry.

Well, sorry doesn't cut it. We got shit to unload.

Let's go.

Kid, you want my money, you finish the job.

How many coats? Two or three?

-Wait--it's morning? -Kid, I'm talking to you.

I'm sorry, what? I missed-- Uh, what did--what did you say?

How many coats?

One.

Look, if you can't handle the work...

-No, no, no, Mr. Murdoch-- -...or you're on drugs

-or something-- -Look...

I'm fine.

I just--I didn't sleep at all last night.

Cement's here. Load the pallet.

Get a second coat on today.

Hey, this place is kinda weird at night, you know?

Lunch?

Better than tofu?

This is mucho better.

-Thank you. -Of course.

You been, uh, in the water yet?

No. I can't swim.

What?

That's crazy.

Why, is that illegal not to know how to swim?

I love swimming.

And sailing.

My, uh, my grandpa was a shipbuilder

back in Puerto Rico before he came here

to work at the mill.

I can't imagine living anywhere else.

-It's cool. -Yeah.

Me, I--it's funny.

I haven't been here in like...

I don't know, three years, ever since I graduated.

Really? Jacob...

-Geffin. -Geffin.

-Geffin. -Okay. Where'd you go to school?

Lorain High.

Go, Steelmen!

-Yes. -Ah...

Um, yeah, no.

I, um--it's funny, though.

I can't remember where I did elementary.

How could you possibly

not remember where you went to grade school?

You should probably discuss that with your shrink.

I mean,

who says I don't?

Ah ha ha! He's got jokes.

A lot. A lot.

I got a lot of them.

Um...

My family and I, we moved to the south side

in middle school, but...

I don't know, life's just kind of a...

blur before that.

Hmm.

This place is...

at most, one third as creepy as I thought it would be.

Yeah.

Yeah. Um...

Sorry. This has been...

Great. I mean, you're great. I should, uh...

Should probably get back to work.

Yeah.

I should...get going.

Okay.

Ah, shit! Fuck!

Shit!

I'm sorry.

Ah, damn, that's sharp.

-Here. -So much for your clean floor.

-Are you okay? -Yeah, it's just sharp.

Sss. Ah...

Sorry.

It's fine.

I'll walk you out.

Okay, yeah.

Hey.

Aah!

- You okay? - Oh! Oh--

Oh, fuck.

Come here.

Put the bottle on the chair.

Claire, it won't open.

Wait, Claire. Put the bottle on the chair.

Aw, shit.

Gonna stink of thinner for days.

Thanks.

I can see why you're selling this creepy place.

Ah, finish those brushes and get your ass back outside.

Those shutters aren't gonna climb back

on the windows themselves.

More...

effort than it's worth.

What?

I told you I don't get reception out here if you can hear me.

This is my wife. My ex-wife.

What a train wreck.

Lifetime of headaches, and now she's full of cancer.

Jesus, I'm...I'm sorry.

Hmm.

Hey, uh, does--does Claire know you're selling?

Hey, uh, what year were you born?

'95 or '96?

'99. September.

Yeah.

You know, Claire and I loved this place.

Like, we would--we would talk about it all the time.

So you were friends with Claire, were you?

Kid's born in 1999.

This Claire?

Yeah, that's--that's Claire.

And she loves horses,

collects beach glass, has a crooked smile.

Had.

Had a crooked smile.

You catfishing me? Gaslighting me?

-Wait, what? No-- -What's your game kid?

-What's your game? -I don't--I don't have a game.

Claire is dead.

But I think you already knew that.

So, boy, if you know what's good for you,

you'll pack your shit and you'll get the hell out.

No, no, no, wait, wait, Mr. Murdoch--okay.

Claire. This Claire.

We used to be friends.

We would go to the beach to watch the sunset

by the lighthouse and--and...

-we would have ice cream. -Get out.

What?

Get out.

Look, I think we're just having--

Get out!

Kid--no!

No!

I didn't mean to cross any line.

You wanna cut the shit?

You didn't know Claire. Why are you saying you did?

Why are you saying I didn't?

You take a trip to Elmgrove Cemetery.

Claire Murdoch.

Born July 16, 1989.

Died November 4, 1999.

That's impossible.

It's gotta be a different person.

Me and Claire loved painting flowers together.

"That made the wizard blush.

"'We won't give up yet, Dorothy,

for I know a lot of wizardry that I haven't...'"

Claire loved the Oz books.

We would read them all the time.

-New sentence. Read that. -"'But 'spose you haven't

the right key with you?'"

"'Then we'll have to make the right key.'"

We made this one summer.

I had this on my wall

for a long time.

Claire is practically the only memory that I have

of my childhood, but for some reason,

I can't remember why or when we stopped being friends.

Listen up.

Ghosts, reincarnation...

It's like Santa Claus. It's all a dog and pony show.

You knew a different Claire. Fine.

Never bring her up again.

All right, fine.

You gonna help me or what?

Can't move the shutters on my own.

It's a sprint, not a marathon!

Easy.

Up.

Got it.

Got it.

Yeah!

Aah! Shit.

Eyes on the prize, kid.

That's what I was doing.

Uh-huh.

What?

♪ Lookin' o'er the waves of ♪

♪ Darkness ♪

I know that one.

My mom, she used to be a church organist.

She's passed?

Dementia. Early onset.

They called it, um...

atypical...psychosis or something.

When'd you get that lovely news?

Last week.

It's why I'm back in town.

I was just saying, you know, I knew that...

...song.

-Hymn or whatever. -Uh-huh.

We all been sold a bill of goods, kid.

"There's a path sublime.

Let the beacon's light shine in."

Why, that was my old man's favorite tune.

How's your, um...

dad doing with all the-- the...

stuff?

Left when I was a kid.

Ah, yeah.

Both my parents died in a car crash when I was a kid.

Try and figure that one out, you know?

I mean, it made sense to me that...

you'd never feel death as deep as the first time, but...

I was incorrect.

We buried him and then after the funeral,

my Grandma Murdoch...

Oh, she's something.

She's, uh, quiet and churchy, which means

she's a real SOB most of the time.

She, uh...

she drags me into that beach way over there

and she points at this lighthouse here and she says--

I'm never gonna forget it--

"That's your salvation, Jimmy.

Whenever there's a storm, keep an eye on the light."

And, God help me, she sang that song.

I mean, she meant it in her, you know, her churchy way.

I didn't take it like that.

I mean, I thought this place would...

I don't know. It'd be important to me.

Something prophetic to my soul.

Fuckin' box of rocks.

There's no salvation here.

There's just one shipwreck after another.

That doesn't make for a very good hymn, does it?

Nope.

Oh...well.

Look who's day drinkin'.

The wife. Or, you know, ex-wife.

She loves her booze.

It makes her mean and nasty, and that's...

that's why I brought my little girl here.

It's our escape.

We were the lighthouse people.

What a nightmare.

Be glad to be rid of it.

Here.

Coming down to the wire.

Cement work. Clean the attic. Paint touch-ups, odds and ends.

Counting on you, kid.

Smells like rain.

Move the cement to the basement, huh?

Hey, can you take me to shore tonight?

I'd kinda like to sleep in my own bed.

Hard no. You're burnin' daylight.

I don't have time to haul you back and forth from shore.

24/7, remember?

- It's a sprint... - Not a marathon.

Hello?

Shit!

Fuck this.

It's bullshit.

What the fuck!

What the fuck?

Come here.

Aah!

What?

What is it? What do you want from me?

What do you want, huh?

What do you want? What do you want from me?

Lazy bastard.

Mr. Murdoch, I think I need to get out of here

-for a little while. -Yeah, uh-uh.

You gave your word. Inspection's on Saturday.

You don't do the list, you don't get paid.

-It's a sprint. -Sprint, it's a sprint,

not a marathon, I know, okay?

So why don't you just stay and help?

Well, you want my money, you finish the job.

Oh, my God! Why will you not stay here

for more than a couple hours?

And why won't you talk about Claire?

Look, I know that I knew her

and I know something bad happened to her,

so what are you not telling me?

Take the trash out.

All right, take her up. Shoulda been done days ago.

Just wanna get outta here for Christ's sake.

God damn it!

Stop--stop!

Stop! Idiot.

God damn it.

If you hadda done this the way I told you,

you wouldn't be here.

My God.

Crap everywhere.

No time for this bullshit...

Claire, it won't open.

Put the bottle on--

Hey, take her up.

Kid, pay attention.

Take her up.

Sor--I got it.

I hate you!

Hey!

Hello!

Hello?

Claire?

What the fuck?

Claire!

And you can't be hanging your shit out of the window!

I hate you!

Aah!

Hey!

Hey, wait! Take me with you!

Hey! Hey, wait!

Sprint. Not a marathon.

Sprint. Not a marathon.

You don't do the list, you don't get paid.

Sprint. Not a marathon.

You don't do the list, you don't get paid.

Fucking sprint. Not a marathon.

Aah!

What?

What do you want?

Of course.

Come here.

Come on!

Jesus--come on!

Come on!

Fuck!

I am surrounded by endless beauty.

I inhale peace

and I exhale fear.

I can trust my feelings.

The world around me is safe and comforting.

Only good things await me.

I am in control.

I choose positive and nurturing thoughts.

Anxiety does not make my decisions.

Nothing can disrupt my peace.

Only good things await me.

I am in contr--

In this moment, I am protected.

Wherever I am,

I'm well.

I am safe and in charge of my surroundings.

My body is calm

and my mind is free of worry.

I am confident and prepared.

My space is filled with joy.

I will focus on the here and now.

Come here.

Come here.

Oh, shit!

Come here!

Come here!

Oh, fuck!

Oh, my God!

Don't scare me like that.

- What do you want? - I choose positive...

Sorry. Is this a bad time?

I'm fine. It's fine. What do you want?

You know what? Never mind.

Seriously?

I am open.

My space is filled with joy.

Shut up!

Shut up! What do you want?

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

Shut up!

What do you want?

Shut up!

Shut--

Come here!

Ohh!

My mind embraces tranquility.

My body is calm

and my mind is free of worry.

I inhale peace

and I exhale fear.

I breathe in clarity

and I release confusion.

I am confident...

Olivia! Stop, please!

Olivia! Olivia, hey!

Wait! Olivia!

Our lighthouse was built in 1917.

Wait!

I'm sorry!

Olivia!

Up ahead is the...

-Nice day, right? -Oh, yeah.

My wife always used to say this is...

I'm sorry.

Where are you, Claire?

What the fuck made you crazy, Mom?

Get out!

Are we gonna get in trouble?

Whoa, wait!

Come on, Claire!

Come here.

Standing like the lighthouse...

♪ On the shores of time ♪

♪ Looking o'er the waves ♪

♪ Of darkness, sin and crime ♪

♪ Look upon on the shore ♪

♪ There's a a light divine ♪

♪ Let the beacon's light... ♪

Here you are.

♪ Shine in ♪

Uh, you okay?

It's a sprint, not a marathon.

Holy crap.

What's wrong?

You know what? Fuck this job.

Olivia, seriously, I can't. Let go.

-This is nuts. -I said let go!

Jacob. Jacob.

Seriously.

What's happening?

What?

You can't hear it?

Hey.

Hey.

Why don't you sing that song again? Hmm?

I want to hear it.

♪ Standing like the lighthouse ♪

Mm-hmm.

♪ On the shores of time ♪

♪ Looking o'er the waves ♪

♪ Looking o'er the waves ♪

♪ Of darkness, sin and crime ♪

Put the bottle on the chair.

It won't open.

It's just the wind.

-It slammed a door shut. -No--

No, it's okay.

-No, what is it? -No, no, no.

-What? -No, no, no, no, no.

-No, no, no, no, no. -Jacob!

You're freaking me out!

Put the bottle on the chair, Claire.

Jacob. Jacob!

-No, Jacob! -Leave me alone!

- Open up! - Oww! Don't bite me!

Open the door!

-It's Jacob. -And?

He's not okay!

Hey, you down there?

What the hell you doing?

All right. I think you need a break.

Hey, kid. Kid, kid.

-It's Claire. -I think you need a break.

-It's Claire! -Come here.

Let go--let go!

Kid, what's going on?

Yah! You killed her. It's your fault!

-Yes, it is. -Why?

I don't know why. It just happened.

-You shot her! -What?

You blew her head off against the wall!

Shut up!

Why did you do it?

Listen, you little shit. You wanna know? I'll show you!

Open it.

Pick up the box.

Bring it here.

Sit your ass down.

Read it.

"Claire Murdoch of Lorain, Ohio..."

"Passed away November 1999 in a drowning accident."

Swept off the break wall.

Couldn't save her.

Her mother never forgave me. Why would she?

-There's another one here. -Let's see.

Ah, that's a big one.

I made this for you.

Wow, thank you. That is beautiful.

I will wear this every day.

- I hate you! - Well, I hate you too.

Claire? No!

Claire?

What the fuck?

Claire!

What the hell are you doing with that?

God damn it!

No!

This is not a toy. You cannot play with this.

I just wanted to see the pretty light.

It doesn't matter what you wanted to see.

We can't afford the fines.

- I wish I never left Mom. - What the fuck?

...live with your mother...

-Fine! -I hate you!

-Yeah, well, I hate you too. -I'm leaving!

-Fine! -I'm going to Mom's!

No!

And you can't be hanging your shit on the window.

Claire!

No!

"Her dream of living in the lighthouse with her father

lasted only a year. She's survived by..."

But all my memories of her. I--

She was tickled pink to have her picture in the paper.

Claire collects beach glass...

"Claire loves collecting beach glass,

"watching the sunset from the top of the lighthouse,

"painting flowers,

and reading her favorite Oz books with her dad."

Yeah.

collect beach glass, paint flowers,

watch the sunset, collect beach glass,

paint flowers, watch the sunset,

collect beach glass, paint flowers, watch the sunset...

Ah...

I must have been nine or ten years old and...

I don't remember...

Come on!

Beach glass, paint flowers, watch the sunset,

Oh, my God! Beach glass, paint flowers...

-What? -Oh, my God!

What the hell?

- Jacob. - Hey.

I think your brain's mixed up or something.

Now, we'll get you back to town,

-get you some food. -No, I need to finish.

-Put the bottle on the chair. -The bottle?

I--what are you talking about?

There was no Claire.

What?

Wow.

Daisy.

-Daisy? -I forgot about her.

Her name was Daisy.

I was here. I was here with my friend Daisy.

Cool. Look at this!

I call dibs.

You were here with your friend Daisy?

-I don't get it. -We came out on the break wall,

and I found the book...

- Look at this. - Whoa!

And I saw the article about Claire.

Whoa, come here!

-Are we gonna get in trouble? -Wait, Daisy.

Put the bottle on the chair.

It wasn't paint. It won't...open.

Oh, my God.

Oh...oh, my God.

I don't get it, kid.

What happened? Are you okay?

What happened to you?

Come on! On...on...on...

- Oh, my God. - Jacob.

We never talk about this again.

Do you understand?

I can't open it--

Oh, my God! Oh, my God!

Oh, my God!

Easy, easy.

Take a breath, Jacob, breathe--

I shot her! I shot Daisy.

I found a gun and I didn't mean to.

Jacob.

I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.

I'm sorry.

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

She knows you didn't mean to.

You didn't mean to.

I'm sorry.

-Jacob. -You can't go in there.

-I know him. -Stay back here.

Stay right here.

Thank you.

Are you okay?

I'm sorry.