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Time for action!

Gangrene,

you slime ball.

Hands up!

Gangrene, you slime ball.

- Hey, Thomas.
- Hi, Brian.

- How was school?
- Fine.

Good.

Time's up, you slime ball!

Lets go outside.

I'm almost done.

Come on, mum, you promised.

I know and I am a terrible mother.

- You're horrible.
- Horrible?

- You're dreadful.
- Dreadful?

I will be horrible and dreadful
if I don't finish this chapter.

So, I need at least...

Five minutes

three?

Four.

Deal! We're escaping outside.

Hey.

Hey.

What did they say?

Not interested.

What do they know?
They rejected my first novel anyway.

It's Tabitha king syndrome.

Stephen King's wife.

She's a good enough writer,
but no one knows her.

All they know is Stephen King.

They'll know you one day.

Look at all the help
you've given me.

That's editing, darling,
it's not the same thing.

See.

"Not sufficiently mysterious
for a mystery,

nor sufficiently thrilling
for a thriller."

You know,

it wouldn't be the worst thing

to add a few thrills

- and resubmit it.
- What? Throw in some more blood?

Psychopath jumping out
of the closet with an axe?

No, it's not
the english tradition.

Our authors have style, wit...

Imagination.

Darling, you have wit.

Very good.

You're the best editor in London.
Is that so bad?

Max Perkins

saved Hemingway.

Well, no one remembers
Max Perkins and he's right up there

with Tabitha what's her face.

Well, I couldn't have done
any of this without you.

Well, you do realise,
darling, that...

That I'm supposed
to be saying that to you.

Hey, when can I read some?

In about three minutes?
That's all Thomas has given me.

Okay, three minutes it is.

Action alert!

Hands up!

Action alert,

hands up!

Brian,

dinner's ready.

Yeah, coming.

Thomas?

Thomas?

Thomas?

Thomas?

Thomas?

Thomas!

No!

Oh, baby...

Brian!

Come on!

Come on, breathe!

Brian!

No!

I searched every website.

This is everything you want.

It's remote, quiet,
no one around

- for miles.
- Ingonish cove.

You'll get so much
writing done. Look,

it's even got the boats
we used in Suffolk.

Do you know how long
you might want it for?

I don't know.

Just whatever it takes
for me to finish this book.

It looks great.

Well, Brian hasn't been any help.

- He should have been there for you.
- Yeah, well...

He tried.

Look, whatever we had
we lost a long time ago.

Yeah, I know.

But are you really going
to be okay out there,

all by yourself?
It's only been 8 months.

Yeah, I'm fine.

Would you like to get some tea?

Yep.

I'll get you wherever you are!

If you're really going to go,
take these with you.

You know I was wanting to try it
without it for a while, Robert.

It's just in case.

Rachel?

Shall I call bartlett?

I'm not up for
divorce lawyers right now.

Let's just deal with all that
when I get back.

- So how did it go?
- You know, all this time,

she's never talked
to me about Thomas.

She won't open up to me at all.

You've got to remember
it's not the same for you.

What? Because he's not my son?

Because you weren't the one
who left the gate open.

- Hello.
- Rachel how are you?

You should see
where I am right now.

You're there already?

It's beautiful and
there's not another house

around for miles.

They said there was
a lighthouse there as well?

You've got one
in your book, haven't you?

You can do some research.

It's perfect.
It's exactly what I wanted.

If I can't write here
I can't write anywhere.

At least you're not
stuck writing crap.

For a crap paper,

like I am.

It's not that bad.

It keeps the bills at bay.

Almost.

Yeah, which is good for you.

Which I don't need reminding.

Hey, remember, if you want me
to come out there,

you just say the word.

Thanks. I...

I'm going to be okay.

I really think
I'm going to be okay.

Excuse me.

Excuse me, am I headed
the right way into town?

Sorry?

Am I...? Sorry...

Am I headed
the right way into town?

Yeah, just follow up
the beach, you can't miss it.

Okay, wasn't sure.

- Are you travelling through?
- Oh, no, no.

Actually I've just moved in
to foster road, number 1.

Foster road, number 1?
Are you sure?

I think so,
it's the only house on the road.

Yeah, that's it.

I'm Finlay Murray.

What passes for a police sergeant
round here.

And I'm Mary.

Hello. Rachel Carlson.

- So, you're here on your own?
- Yeah.

Hang on and I'll give you a lift in.
It's a wee bit of a hike.

Thank you but...
This is what I'm here for.

- Are you sure?
- Absolutely.

To the beach?

- Yes.
- All right.

Thank you.

Who's that?

Your son's waiting for you.

On the swings.

He's been waiting for you,
he told me.

My son?

I'm sorry...

It must have been
some one else's little boy.

Wait.

Can I talk to you?

I was mistaken, that's all.

It's a beautiful day, isn't it?

Mum?

We're escaping outside,
come with us.

You promised,
but you never came.

It's impressive,
don't you think?

Quite.

I didn't realise that
there was anyone else around.

Carry on,
lighthouses are a dying breed.

I'm Angus McCulloch,
the lighthouse keeper.

Rachel.

Sorry, I just assumed that
all lighthouses were automated now.

Well most of them are.
In a few years I'll be gone too.

So what brings you out here?
I'm...

Researching lighthouses for a book.

It's a long way from America
just to see a lighthouse.

No. I live in London actually.

I'm just out here
doing some writing.

You're in the cottage?

It's about time someone moved in.

It's been empty for years.

Well, you've certainly come to
the right place to write a book.

Did you meet the horses yet?

That's a story for you.

A Spanish galleon shipwrecked,
right there, 1754.

The entire crew died.

But a few horses
swam here to safety.

And they've been here ever since.

And they've never
been off the island?

I can think of worse.

Yeah.

Listen, I'm just putting some
dinner on. You're welcome to stay.

Have something to eat.

I can tell you everything you need
to know about lighthouses.

Thanks, I need to get back.

I'm still unpacking boxes.

Well, look, maybe next week?

Same time?

I'll cook some extra and if you
don't show I'll eat with the horses.

We should be friends.

We're neighbours now.

We should.

To my love, in honour of
what we decided yesterday.

Forever yours, Kay.

Page 145, line 7.

Today I begin to understand
what love must be,

if it exists.

When we are parted,

we each feel the lack
of the other half of ourselves.

We are incomplete.

Like a book in two volumes

of which the first has been lost,

this is what I imagine love to be.

Incompleteness in absence.

I'l get you,

wherever you are!

Thomas?

Thomas.

Mama.

It's okay, mum.

Don't go.

- Don't go.
- I won't.

Come, be with me.

Hello.

You turned up at last.

Good timing,
I'm just burning the fish.

It's good to see you.

- How's your research coming?
- Well, it's alright.

Could be better.

That's why I'm here.
I was hoping I could get a tour.

Okay.

How about some lunch

before the tour?

Is there anything else
on the menu?

Why is it that everyone
paints their boats

the exact same colour
as their houses?

Well, that's actually
a tradition here.

The wife needs to be able
to look out on the water.

And know her husbands okay.

That's very romantic.

And we also get
a tax break on the paint.

Which is also very romantic.

Very romantic.

I'm not going to make it!

Quick.

Do you ever get lonely
working out here?

You never get lonely
sitting at your typewriter?

Sometimes.

I like being alone.

Do you really like it?

Or do you think it's just
something you've gotten used to?

Or maybe I like it

because I've got used to it.

I love it out here.

Who do you talk to?

Who do you talk to?

Isn't that what you love
about writing? The solitude?

I write because...

Well,

I don't function very well as
a human being unless I'm writing.

Well, what are you writing now?

I'm not.

Don't tell me

you paint as well!

No.

Kate, my wife.

She...

We haven't seen each other
for a long time.

She loved it out here at first.

But in the end the isolation
was too much for her.

Loneliness can make you
a little crazy, I think.

Come on.

Wow.

Kate could never understand
why I wouldn't leave here.

And his father before him.

My great-grandfather,
he built the balcony

from wood that was washed
ashore from a shipwreck.

This is him.

I could never leave here.

You'll see why.

Come on.

By the way,

I've brought you something

as a thank you for the tour.

It's one of my books.

- I had it sent.
- Thanks.

"Dreamers awake",
by Rachel Carlson.

I'm impressed.

Is it a comedy or a tragedy?

Well, it's a mystery.

But please be kind, it is
the first novel I had published.

Well,

I'll find out all about you.

Maybe.

If you need any help,
just send out a flare.

I'll keep an eye out for you.

Thank you. I really...

I really enjoyed that today.

Aye, me too.

So, have you slept with him yet?

It's just nice
to have someone to talk to.

- Meaning you haven't slept with him?
- You know, you're starting

to sound like you're
conducting a tabloid interview,

my friend.

You know me, always working.

Always looking for the angle.
And you know

I rely on you for my kicks.

Is that the sea I can hear?

Yes, it's...

Less than ten feet away.
Can you hear the crashing?

Wow, look at you.

Number one best sellers,
waves at your feet,

romance on a deserted island.
Tough life!

Rachel, I'm sorry.
That came out wrong.

Sharon, forget it.

It's okay.
Look, I wouldn't have made it

this far without you. I mean it,

I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

Okay, don't peek.

Quick, quick,
quick, quick, quick!

- What?
- Quick, quick.

Ready?

Ready?

And no faces this time.

Right, hurry, hurry. Look.

Wait. It's gonna come.

Smiling?

Yes, - you promise?

Yes, - you promise?

Rachel?

Are you okay?

Rachel?

Is something wrong?

What's wrong?

I think I need to get back.

Why?

I'm sorry.

- Afternoon, Rachel.
- Afternoon.

Are we going
to see you here on Sunday?

I don't think so. Your man
and I are not on very good terms.

Don't you worry about that.
All the more reason to come.

Your cross is broken.

I know.

It's this weekend's chore.

It's the gate,

isn't it?

What?

Why you're so sad.

You left the gate open.

You haven't been able
to go out there

since he died, have you?

Alright, ready?

Alright, here we go.

Now face this way. Okay. Good,

okay, let's smile.

Smile.

He's beside you, your son.

He's dripping wet.

He follows you everywhere.

He's trying to hold

your hand.

What's she been saying?

More of her psychic mumbo jumbo?

She'll say anything to get
somebody to talk to her.

Watch your fingers.

Jim, get us
that dustpan and brush.

Yes, yes, I can hear her.

- I'm not answering.
- Is anybody here?

I should never
have gone to see her.

I don't want
to talk about it anymore.

I'm not listening.

You can keep talking
but I'm not listening.

I'm not getting out of this chair
for the love of god or money.

I can't save her.

I can't save anyone.

Things are going to get worse.

Rachel!

Comeiin.

Do you think it's possible?

Do you think I could
be getting messages from him?

I don't know.

Maybe...

Maybe the dead miss us,
even more than we miss them.

I've replayed it so many times.

If I'd only gone out to play
with him, like I said I would,

this never would have happened.

And I keep thinking of him

in the water struggling
and I wasn't there.

I'm the mother.

I'm supposed to be there
to protect him, and I wasn't.

I came here thinking
that I could write

and that everything would be okay.

And you know what, it's not okay.

- It's not okay and I'm not okay.
- Rachel...

What is this?

It's an old Celtic ballad.

"Caelleach an airgid".
"Girl in the storm".

It's beautiful.

I finished your book.

Did you learn all about me?

Maybe.

Here,

I made something for you.

To inspire you.

I'll leave a key out for you.

So you can come up
whenever you want to.

In case I'm out
fishing or something.

Look,

it's mother of Pearl.

I love these,

do you know the old
Celtic legend about them?

- About those?
- Yeah.

No.

Come on.

First, we have to...

Bury it together.

- Together.
- Right.

And then if one of us
ever returns and digs it up,

then...

Then we were meant
for each other?

Well actually, I don't know
because I just made it up.

Very Celtic of you.

You know, I was thinking
that exact same thing.

Do you know Mary, Finlay's wife?

She's having a little birthday
thing in the village tomorrow and...

You know, I was thinking that...

Maybe you'd like to go?

I'd love to go.

So like...

Two o'clock?

Two.

Hey, Rachel?

I'll see you tomorrow.

Two, right!

She lay there,

in the half light
of the cabin unable to sleep.

In the morning
she told him she had.

There were still some limits to the
things she could say to him then.

But most of the night she watched
his eyelids, his lips and his face.

And in the stillness...

She felt peace.

- Hey, Rachel. How you doing?
- Hello.

All right?

Rachel, you made it!

Oh, great.

- There you go, honey.
- Thank you, pet.

I've got something for you.
Happy birthday.

That's so sweet of you,
thanks very much.

Would you like a drink?

- A lager.
- It's on the way.

Rachel, your glass is empty.

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday to you...

Happy birthday, dear Mary...

Happy birthday to you.

Thank you.

Excuse me, Mary,

I'm sorry to interrupt.

I'm meeting a friend here.
Angus McCulloch.

I thought you might

- have seen him?
- What are you talking about?

Well, he was supposed
to be here an hour ago.

The lighthouse keeper?

Aye, I know who he is.

What does he look like,
your Angus?

Dark hair, nice blue eyes...

Aye, that sounds like Angus.

But I've not seen him
these seven years.

And neither have you
because he's dead.

No, there must be some mistake.

He's dead alright,
him and the wife.

I chose the dress
we buried her in.

No...

You're kidding, right?

Reverend,

you've been out
to lighthouse, haven't you?

No, not for years. Nobody goes

- out there anymore.
- But, you know Angus McCulloch.

I used to, aye, but...
He's been dead

for six, no, seven years.

- Is this a joke?
- Rachel,

this isn't funny.

People here
don't laugh about this.

What is this?

Why are you doing this?

Why are you doing this?

This is...

Angus?

Loneliness

can make you
a little crazy, I think.

Kate could never understand
why I wouldn't leave here.

But my father lived here.

And his father before him.

I could never leave here,

Maybe the dead

miss us even more
than we miss them.

Rachel.

What are you doing here?

You're going to stir up trouble.

I came to look for Angus.

Angus McCulloch is dead

and buried.

I saw him jump off
that cliff over there.

I was with him,
right here, last night.

You couldn't have been.

Seven years ago,

I came out to visit Angus,

just as I had done
dozens of times before.

There was a tape playing.

“Caelleach an airgid".
Angus's favourite song.

I found Kate inside.

Angus came home
early from the village.

Caught her in bed
with a local fisherman.

Gordon mcloud.

It had been going on for months.

Angus was the only one that
didn't know anything about it.

I caught a glimpse of him,
through the window.

I followed him up to the balcony,
but I was too late.

I felt for him. We all did.

He just worshipped Kate.

When he caught her with Gordon,

he must have just snapped.

I heard all this from Kate.

She lived long enough to tell me

that Angus didn't kill her.

She came between them
in the struggle.

Just before she died,

she prayed that Angus
would forgive her.

We all knew what was going on.

Nobody said anything.

Those three deaths are as much
on our hands as they are on his.

It just can't be the same man.

I can prove he was here.

If I can just
get this film developed.

There's a photo of us together.

And...

I...

I must have just misplaced

- the film somewhere.
- You couldn't have met anyone there.

He also did a carving for me that...

Rachel.

- Was right here.
- Rachel.

Nobody goes out there anymore.

The lighthouse was automated after
the murders so we wouldn't have to.

And nobody's lived
in this house since then, either.

What do you mean, "this house"?

Well, this was
Gordon mcloud's house.

He and Kate used to signal
each other with lights

when Angus was away.

This who you mean?

This just doesn't make any sense.

I've been with him practically
every day this last month.

We've eaten together, walked on
the beach, been with the horses...

It's not like I've been out there
talking to myself all this time.

Well, if you've been flirting
with Angus McCulloch,

who's that buried
in ingonish cemetery?

You didn't believe us, eh?

I don't know
what to believe anymore.

You still haven't fixed the cross.

No.

No, I haven't.

It's this weekend's chore.

Excuse me.

You have some newspapers
missing on the microfilm.

It's a miracle
we have any there at all.

What you looking for?

Anything around
February 12 or 13, 1998.

The McCulloch murder?

Kids probably pinched them.
Gory murders. Kids love them.

What about Internet access...?

The computer's being fixed.

Sorry.

Look...

I just need anything that
has a photo of Angus McCulloch.

Try ullapool public library.

You have reached
ullapool public library.

We are closed at this time
and will reopen on Monday at 9.

- He wasn't there?
- No.

I don't understand. His stuff,
his boat, must have been there.

No. Nothing was there.
It was like he never existed.

There must be some explanation.

Yeah.

Like I'm losing it.
That's the explanation.

Maybe I shouldn't have come here.

- Have you spoken to Robert?
- No.

Maybe he was right and I shouldn't
have gone off the medication.

Rachel, just come home.

Just get out of there
and come back,

you know what,
maybe I did imagine Angus.

He seemed so perfect...

And there isn't
anything that perfect.

Is there?

Listen, I'm coming to you.

I'll get on the next plane
and I'll be there in a few hours.

You just sit tight.
You stay there, okay?

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

Rachel!

What are you doing here?

I knew you'd be here.

Rachel!

Come down and meet me inside.

Sharon?

- He's here. Angus.
- What?

He was on the balcony.

I saw him, then I saw you,
and then he was gone.

You didn't see him.

You didn't see anything.

- Your mind's playing tricks on you.
- No. No, no.

Come on, let's go home.

Sharon, he's right there,
in the doorway.

There's no one there.

- Turn around.
- I am not going to turn around.

I'm not buying
into this fantasy.

There's nobody there.

Listen to me.

I want you to do something for me.

Close your eyes.

Do this.

Close your eyes.
And when you open them again,

he'll be gone.

You have to do this.

You make him go away now,

and he'll never come back again.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

And now he'll be gone.

He's coming towards us.

He's right behind you.

See? Nothing.

Nothing.

Can we go now?

Legs eleven.
We have legs eleven.

Now what about one

and six, it's sweet sixteen.

We'll not see that again, will we?

And the next number is

88. Two fat ladies.

Bingo!

Where's Finlay?

Is he in here?

- Would you come with me?
- What?

- Would you come with me right now?
- What are you talking about?

I can't come with you!

- Come with me.
- Rachel, what are you doing?

He stabbed her right here.

So there'd be blood everywhere.

She was right here.

Well, she's not here now.

Come on, let's go.

She was here.

We need to do something.
Get more police here.

I'm not taking
anyone else out there.

- Someone must have moved the body.
- Rachel.

Rachel.

I want you to listen to me.

Angus McCulloch is dead.

And I'll bet your friend
is at home right now

reading the newspaper
and eating scones.

Hi, it's Sharon.
Leave a message after the beep.

She's not there.

Yes, but that doesn't mean
she came up here.

Wherever she is,
I'm sure she's absolutely fine.

I want you to spend tonight
with Mary and me.

I don't think
you should be alone.

What do you think,
I'm making this up?

Nobody's out to get you.

Listen, if this was
one of your books,

which would you believe?

That the heroine fell
in love with a ghost

who then murdered
her best friend...

Or...

That she imagined it

and she needs some help?

I'm not crazy.

Well,

the offer's there.

I'm at the other end of the phone.

Hi, it's Sharon.
Leave a message after the beep.

Hi, it's me.
I don't know where you are.

I don't know if you came out here.

I don't know what's going on but if
you could call me when you get this.

Okay?

Hi, it's Sharon.
Leave a message after...

Hi, it's Sharon.
Leave a message...

Leave a message after the beep.

Leave a message...

Doctor Freedman, table for four.

- This way, sir.
- Hello?

Robert, it's me.

Rachel, listen, I'm just in
a restaurant. Can I call you back?

No, no, no. Listen...

I don't know how to explain this
but I think that Sharon

came out here and that

she may have been hurt.

What?
What are you talking about?

I need you to do me
a favour, okay?

Rachel, slow down.

What's happening?

I don't know what's happening.
That's just it. Can you...

Can you please
just go to Sharon's?

She's not answering
her phone or her cell.

What for?

I just need you to go there,
okay, and then call me, okay?

Well, why shouldn't she be there?

Look... I just need you
to go there and then call me.

Rachel, can't this wait? I've
got friends here, we're about to...

No. Please, can you just
do this for me? Okay?

Okay. I'll go there
and I'll call you.

Okay, I'm going to be waiting.

Okay.

Alright, sorry about that.
Thanks very much.

Thank you. Okay?

I need to talk to you.

Comeiin.

The scots

call it da-shealladh.
Second sight.

It's been my ruin.

You think the living
are full of regrets?

You ought to hear
the dead endlessly lamenting.

"Never made up with my children”...

"Ignored my parents"...

"Never told anyone I love them"...

This isn't some kind
of game, is it?

I mean, you wouldn't
just make this up?

My son drowned.

I just want to know that you...

That this isn't something
you would take lightly.

He follows you everywhere.

He's trying to warn you.

About what?

What?

Angus?

What are you saying?

- Are you saying he's not dead?
- Oh, he's dead.

His ghost's out there
wandering the island.

Suicides are forever trapped
between our world and the next.

When I cross I don't want
anything on my conscience.

Don't go back to the island.

Leave ingonish cove tonight.

Your life's in danger. That's what
Thomas has come back to tell you.

I have to go back
to get Thomas's things.

Well, do it quickly.

- Would you like some of mine?
- Yeah. One second.

Hello?

Have you gone to Sharon's?

I called her,
she's not answering.

What's this all about?

- Would you excuse me a second?
- Yeah, sure.

Are you awake?

Robert. What a surprise.

I'm sorry to call you so late,
do you have a second?

Yes.

I'm just doing
a little late night editing.

What's going on?

Something strange
is going on with Rachel.

She's called me twice.

She's going on about Sharon
being hurt somehow...

She's not making sense.
I knew she shouldn't

have gone out there by herself.

You don't think she's going
to do anything stupid, do you?

The way she sounded,
nothing would surprise me.

Christ.

I was worried about this.

Well, listen,
I'm going to call her now.

I think you should.
And get Sharon to, also.

Yes, of course. Of course.

Well... thanks for calling.

Okay, tell me how it goes.
I hope everything's okay.

Yes, I will,

Back from the dead?

You look good for a corpse.

Where's the rest of it?

You get it when we get it.

Well, my price just doubled.

Four million... slightly more
than you told me.

Do you know what the funny thing
about you and Brian is?

You always talk about him.

All the ways
the two of you are going

to enjoy the money.

But Brian,

he never talks about the money,
and he never talks about you.

He always talks about her.

Her books, her success,
her imagination.

It's envy of her, isn't it?

That brought you two together.

You both just want to be her.

The ghost has a heart, huh?

Is that why
you were on the balcony?

You were meant to be downstairs.

Tonight?

I wasn't on the balcony.

I was downstairs the whole time.

And besides,

you're the ones
who've been improvising.

What's with all the messages
from her dead kid?

We never did that.

Good idea, though.
But we never did it.

How do you get
your hands on the money?

I thought you were
the guy who never asked?

"I do the job.

They pay me. I go home."

You did the job, so go home.

You didn't fall for her,
did you, Patrick?

While you were pretending
to fall for her?

Your whole life
may have just collapsed.

Do you remember...

What I was doing...

When we first met?

Yeah.

I thought you might.

I want the rest of the money.

I won't tell you again.

Sharon?

It was a pleasure killing you.

All aboard!

Sir!

All aboard!

I jove these.

Do you know the old
Celtic legend about them?

First, we have
to bury it together.

Together.

And then if one of us
ever returns and digs it up,

- then...
- Then we were meant for each other?

Well, actually, I don't know
because I just made it up.

Rachel?

Just room for one more inside.

So there was nothing at all
out there on the island?

No. Poor girl must be crazy.

She's got guests in the attic.

Hey, I love this bit.

It's great.

This is where Hugo
the dummy comes alive.

It's nearly midnight.

- I need your help out on the island.
- For god's sake.

Rachel's in danger.
It might be too late already.

It's very late tonight.
You come back in the morning.

Finlay, please.
I need your help.

Finlay...

The last time she tried to warn us
about something we all ignored her.

And we had 3 funerals
the next Sunday.

- Brian, wait.
- Look, relax.

Everything's gone perfectly.

Everyone thinks she's crazy.

The whole village...
Even her own shrink.

She's in love with a ghost.
She sees murders that don't happen.

No one...

No one's going to blink
an eye when she kills herself.

Then her grieving husband

inherits four million pounds.

And you thought

I had no imagination...

Just in case she loses courage.

Just in case she wants
to save herself at the last moment.

She throws the key out of reach.

- Throws the anchor overboard.
- Wait!

What?

There's someone out there.

- You see Patrick get on the train?
- No.

It's got to be him.

What's he doing?

I don't know.

We've gone too far to stop now.

Brian. She's awake.

Don't look.

Don't look.

It's over.

We've got to see about Patrick.

Don't forget, look behind you.

He's not here.

This place gives me the creeps.

What if Patrick was telling the
truth and he wasn't on the balcony?

Remember those sailors who said they
saw Angus's ghost on the island?

Yeah.

Drunk scots sailors.
Very reliable.

He's not here. Let's go.

Start tying yourself up!

This isn't one
of your stories, Rachel.

There's not going
to be a happy ending.

Patrick.

No.

Not Patrick.

No!

It's better this way, you know.

Thank you.

We'll keep people off the island.

Maybe then Angus
can rest in peace.

You ready?

Do you know what
Thomas would have wanted?

Let go of his death.

Remember his life.