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[slurping]

[heartbeat]

Falling in love, such fuss and bother

over such a simple thing.

Falling in love is easy.

Nothing to it.

The hard part isn't lettingthem into your heart.

It's keeping them out.

NEW LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER [VOICEOVER]:

"The world is too much with us, late and soon.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

Little we see in nature that is ours.

We have given our hearts away."

Wordsworth.

It's a poem about how theworld would be a better place

without people screwing it up.

Donnie says I'm running away--from the world, from myself,

from Monica.

No kidding.

Well, she's not much to look at.

But she's grow on you.

She?

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Yep.

Like a ship.

You know, I kind of miss the old gal.

NEW LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Sohow long did you spend here?

Four years.

Of course, there were two of us back then.

Can't believe they stuckyou out here by yourself.

No.

It's what I asked for.

You won't make that mistake again.

Ah, kitchen's through here.

Bathroom. - Private.

Well, what are you going to hide?

You worried about seeing yourself

in the mirror or something?

[laughter]

All the fun stuff's up there.

Come on.

This is the work area.

Used to monitor the shipsfrom here, the weather.

Of course, that's all automated now.

They're all going that way.

You just supervise if anything goes wrong.

I know.

I'm just the caretaker.

Called being a lighthouse keeper,

buddy, and you're lucky to have the job.

This is one of the lastmanned houses on the coast.

For three more months, right?

Yep.

Then it's all over.

End of an era.

Have snort?

No thanks.

Well, here's to thesea, the sky, and the boat

that takes you home.

I lost my good flash around here.

Maybe you could keep an eye out for it.

Good.

Hate to think it wasgoing to be gone forever.

Three months alone.

You having second thoughts?

I just hope it's long enough.

Three days is long enough here, buddy.

NEW LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER[VOICEOVER]: Why am I here?

Why do I need to be alone?

Donnie says it's because of Monica,

says she got me believingpeople are fundamentally scum.

But that's bullshit.

I knew people were scumlong before I met Monica.

She just confirmed it.

[wind]

[alarm]

NEW LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Good.

"She lived unknown and few couldknow when Lucy ceased to be.

But she is in her grave, and,oh, the difference to me."

I wish.

Monica.

Monica, Monica.

Protagonist meets Monica, falls in love,

builds a life around her plans-- a future.

Gets fucked over, runs away.

Six years of my life.

12 page novel.

Where's that fucking storm?

[thunder]

Well, we got some badnews concerning that storm

off the eastern seaboard.

The ridge of high pressure which was holding up

is now beginning to shift westward.

And then if this thing moves for the coast,

it's going to make landfallin a couple of days.

It's probably going to do soas a full blown hurricane.

Monica.

That's hurricane Monica, so you'd

better batten down the hatches, folks,

because she is coming hard.

[waves crashing]

[thunder]

NEW LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER [VOICEOVER]: Solitude.

Is there a more beautiful word?

No.

This is what I came here for-- to be

alone with the sea, withthe hurricane, with myself.

It feels good.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Hello?

Hello?

You there?

I'm listening.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Wherethe hell have you been?

You were supposed to check in at 0400.

I lost track of time.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: For Pete's sake, buddy.

There's a hurricane coming your way.

I know.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Go batten down.

That's what the weather man said.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: What?

Are you battened down, or not?

Yes.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: The light house

is sealed, doors and shutters?

I did everything.

Don't worry.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Let's just go through

the checklist, OK buddy?

Radar on.

Hello?

Hey, is anybody there?

I'm losing you.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Hello?Hello?

Hello? Where the hell--

I'm listening.

You want to talk?

Come on.

Talk!

[thunder]

Just like old times.

Monica!

Monnie!

Come and get me!

[thunder]

[laughter]

NEW LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER [VOICEOVER]:

Funny how things work, theparadoxes, the ironies.

Less is more, especially whenyou want what I want-- nothing.

In the storm, I heard thevoices of the sea speak to me.

And I answer--

Be real.

NEW LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER[VOICEOVER]: I have a power.

I can feel it.

I've ripped the corruptionof the world from my soul,

and in its place,something magical is born.

Ah.

Be mine.

Be real.

I'm nowhere, in the midst of nothing.

And yet somehow, I've been given a miracle.

I've created a rose with the power of my mind.

Perfect.

Life itself in the palm of my hand.

And still, only a rose. Only a beginning.

Why stop when I can have whatever I want?

She will not be like Monica.

She will not betray.

She will be like the rose-- beautiful,

loyal, perfect, mine.

She has never been defiled.

The rot that engulfshumanity has not touched her.

It never will.

Angelica.

I name you Angelica.

Come to me.

NEW LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Winds that

will be howling at all hours are all gathered

now like sleeping followers.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: What's that?

We talking about the storm?

Fit to blow, huh?

No wonder they name them after women.

I'd rather be a pagan,suckled in a creed at worn,

have glimpses that would make me less forlorn,

have sight of Proteus rising from the sea.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: I'mnot understanding you, friend.

What, you're a poet now?

No, I'm a conjurer.

[laughter]

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: You're what?

I'm fine.

Everything's fine.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Doesn't sound fine.

I said I'm fine.

OLD LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Sure you are, buddy.

You just hang in there, OK?

Not much longer now.

Don't worry.Don't worry about a thing.

I have to go now.

Where are you?

Where are you?

Why haven't you come?

Jesus, you had me worried.

Been trying to raise you for days.

What happened?

Radio out?

Storm shook you up a bit, huh?

Yes.

Vocal cords get kind of rusty out here.

I remember the first time I gotpicked up old Reggie Sanders,

he asked me what I was going to do on my leave.

All I can think to say was lots.

Lots.

I kept saying that.

Never did hear the end of that one.

Boy, you just can't waitto get out here, can you?

You ever find that flask?

What?

Oh no.

I'm sorry.

Wait!

Where you going?

I'm just going to get a last look.

No, it's not up there.

Quite the little artist, aren't we?

I think we should have a little chat.

Does things to a man, this place, the sea.

Friend of mine, PeteyMcCloud, he went like this.

Sea shells.

The man talked to sea shells.

Still does.

He went away, you know?

In his head.

Never came back.

You coming back?

I've got some single malt in the launch.

We could have a snort and talk about it, OK?

Sound good.

It's kind of pretty, actually--except for the sea weed.

What sea weed?

Did you do that?

What?

What did you do to my rose?

Give it back.

What-- hold on.

What?

I said I want it!

Tell me.

I want it back!

NEW LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: [VOICEOVER]: "She

was a maiden, bright and free.

No guile seduced, no force could violate.

And when she took unto herself a mate,

she must espouse the everlasting sea."

I was not worthy of Angelica.

I was reserving my option to leave.

Not any more.

I will sink my optionsto the bottom of the sea.

Now she will come.

Angelica.

I call you.

ANGELICA: Are you ready, my love?

Yes.

ANGELICA: Have you waited long enough?

NEW LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER: Oh yes.

Then open your eyes and see me.

I was so afraid.

I thought I was losing my mind.

I thought I was--

Shh.

You aren't real, are you?

Why would you think that?

Because I made you up.

No, my love.

You only heard my song.

And now you're mine.

Come.

It's time we went home.

Come to me, my love.

[waves]

Come to me, my love.

NEW LIGHTHOUSE KEEPER [VOICEOVER]:

"The world is too much with us, late and soon.

Getting and spending, we lay waste our powers.

Little we see in nature that is ours.

We have given our hearts away."

THE HOST: Love wounds, maims, even kills.

But its absence, well,anything's better than that.

[heart beating]

[squealing]