All language subtitles for Lighthouse Island

[music playing]

Ladies, gentlemen.

My name's Zeb Norman.

I just stopped by to ask
for some directions.

A newcomer.
Oh, what a treat.

Newcomers get
their future read.

Here. Take a card.

The fish.

Never mind.

So, uh, is this place
really called
the "No Name Tavern"?

Man: Uh-uh.
Not called anything.

Doesn't have a name.

But the sign says
it's called the "No Name."

The name isn't "No Name."

If no name was a name,
then there'd be a name,

but there's no name.

Not even a no name.

Here.

Have a cider.

Zeb Norman.

Thank you, uh,
I am thirsty.

I just rode my bicycle
all the way from Traleen.

Long way to ride
on a warm day.

Uh, I'm looking
for Clara Buford's shop.

- [squawks]
- Clara Buford?

No one goes there.

Clara's nothing
but trouble.

I used to live near her.

My hens would never lay.

I'm looking
for a wedding present.

I'm getting married.

It's a very
important gift.

Wheeler's.
You want Wheeler's
for a wedding present.

Other side of the cove.

What about
Clara Buford's?

She's across from Wheeler's,
but stay away.

I spoke mean to her once

and my back was out
for half a year.

Yeah.
Well, thank you for
the cider and the fish.

Both fish.

Clara Buford's
is over there.

Pardon?

Care to have your name
etched on a seashell?

Tourists all love it.

Woman:
Who's the lucky girl?

How did you know?

Well, you're certainly not
looking at silver necklaces
for yourself.

I'm Clara Buford.

There's a better
selection inside.

Come this way, hmm?

Clara: Now then,
you still haven't told me
who the lucky girl is.

Oh, well,
you wouldn't know her,
ma'am.

She lives in Gandy.

We're to be married.

I used to live in Gandy.
I know everyone there.

Really? Well then
maybe you can tell me
something about her.

We've never met.

Never met your bride to be?

We write letters.

See, it's this kind of
correspondence club
we both joined.

Zeb: "And I promise
to write every few days,

telling you about my life
and my dreams."

Woman:
"And I promise
to write back,

telling tales
of the sea.

I hope you love
the wildness of the sea."

So it went on like that
for about a year.

And then one day
I asked her to marry me.

She said yes.

Oh, isn't that just
the sweetest story?

She arrives tomorrow
on the weekly ferry.

I'm looking for a present,
something in silver.

She loves silver.

She says
it reminds her of the sea
just before a storm.

I've lots
of pretty silver.

A necklace would be nice.

Or a locket.

I don't know.
It doesn't seem right,
just a locket.

[gasps]
Or a pin.

A pin? Uh, it has
to be really special.

Aren't you going
to show me her picture?

How did you know
I had a picture of her?

A young man in love?

Rosalie.

Yes, her name
is Rosalie.

Then you do know her.

Yes.
Yes, I should say.

Well, I did say
I knew folks in Gandy.

Oh, well, you must
tell me about her.

Yes, well, uh,

she is a very
special girl.

But, you know, jewelry,

oh, that isn't at all
the right kind of present
for a girl like Rosalie.

It isn't?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

A girl like that
doesn't need any
added adornment.

But if not jewelry,
then-- then what?

Shoes.
Shoes would be perfect.

Shoes?

Dancing slippers.

She'd put them on,
you'd sweep her up,

and dance off
into the moonlit night.

Oh, it's so romantic.

But I wouldn't even
know what size.

Uh, these would do
very nicely.

Or I do have some
powder-blue ones somewhere.

No, here.
These are the ones.

Silver slippers.
They're perfect.

Not those.

Silver
is Rosalie's color.

- They're too big.
- They're the same size
as those.

They're family heirlooms.

- I'll pay double.
- No.

- Triple.
- No.

I'll do anything
to have these shoes.

Anything.

Anything?

Uh, yeah.
Anything.

Well, I do have
a little task

for which
I require help.

Uh, what is it?

I have an errand
on Hog Island.

But I can never figure out

how to make the motors
in the boats work.

You can take me there.

Is it far?

No, it's just
out in the bay.

We could leave in an hour.

Yeah, I... I suppose
I could take you there.

A handshake's
a promise.

Remember, no more
than half throttle.

She overheats.

If they make it
Hog Island,

they'll be cold
and belly-up.

Can we go a little
faster please?

The man said no more
than half throttle.

Whose errand is this?
Yours or mine?

Is that Hog Island?

- Yes.
- Strange looking place.

It's not the place
I'm worried about.

[motor sputtering]

What's happening?

The motor's
overheating.

Oh, terrific.

I thought you knew
all about boats.

[motor faltering]

[growling softly]

[gasps]
What was that?

Sounded like it was coming
from under the boat.

[thud]

[thud]

[screeching]

Has it gone?

I hope so.

Start the motor. Quick.

[groaning]

- Oh.
- It still won't do it.

- [motor starts]
- It's working.

Terrific.

Zeb:
What was that thing
out there?

Clara: Well, I...
I can't be sure,

but I-I think
it was Fred.

Sea monster
named Fred?

I better explain, because
that's why we've come.

You see, there--
there's this jewel,

a pearl,
that has the power
of transformation.

If I had that pearl,

I could close my eyes

and wish myself
into anything that walks
or flies or swims

and open my eyes
to discover it so.

Transformation.
Are you sure?

I had that pearl once.
I held it here in my hand.

But before I could
use it even once

it was stolen,
gone from its hiding place.

And old Fred
was gone too.

So Fred turned himself
into a sea monster

and lives
out in the bay.

Oh, Fred,
the old fool.

He turns himself
into lots of things,

and he lives right here
on Hog Island.

And that's why
we've come.

To get the pearl back.

What?

At night? Running around
on a tree-covered island?

With a guy
who could be a tiger
or a snake or who knows?

Handshake's off, Clara.
No deal.

Oh, I see.

There are some things
you won't do

to get the silver slippers
for your bride.

Oh, well. We'll just
melt them down in a fire.

- A fire?
- Yeah.

It's too bad, though.
I so liked the image--

you and Rosalie dancing off
into the moonlight,

the silver slippers
on her feet flashing
like captive stars.

It's too bad.
Oh, well.

We'll just crush them.
To bits.

No, wait.

Don't harm the slippers.

I'll help.

There's a good lad.

So where do we find
this pearl?

[bird shrieks]

[twig snaps]

[screeching softly]

Clara:
There's an old
hermit hut ahead.

Fred might live there.

You mean
you don't even know?

No one comes
to Hog Island.

Not since Fred came.

This Fred's a real joy.

Oh, I don't know
what's come over him.

He used to be
a cranky sort,
but nice enough,

but now when he turns
into a beast,
he eats sheep.

When he goes swimming,
he sinks boats.

When he flies--
oh, my, when he flies.

[fluttering]

[creature shrieks]

He-- he flies
when he's angry.

Yeah.
So I've noticed.

Come on.

The hut's just ahead.

[creature shrieking]

Come on.

[shrieking continues]

Yeah,
Fred lives here,
all right.

We must find the pearl.

Hell with the pearl.

No, the pearl belongs
to whoever touches it last.

Find the pearl and that--

that thing out there
will vanish.

[shrieking continues]

[wings flapping]

[groaning softly]

Look out for the monster.

I'll go and search.

What a clutter.

He never could
keep anything tidy.

[Clara groans]

[creature breathing]

Clara:
Is he still wearing this?

His socks are...

- [creature hissing]
- Men.

Why do they keep
food and shoes
in the same drawer?

I mean, it's--
it's revolting.

Ugh. Yuck.

[creature growling]

[groaning]

[Clara gasps]

Give it back.
It's mine.

[man groans]

Clara,
I might have known

you'd come looking
for my pearl.

It isn't yours.
It's mine.

You stole it from me.

Dream another one, Clara.

Oh, jeez.
My hand's broke.

Does this pearl
really have the power
of transformation?

You're asking him
that?

God almighty,
I did my sea monster.

I did my flying beast.
I did my tentacle.

How much do you need?

Now give it back.
It's mine.

[groans]
You stole it from my daddy's
stuff after he died.

He said I could have it.

Well,
I didn't know then

how you could turn into stuff
with it, did I?

Now that pearl is mine.

- It's mine.
- Ow!

At the moment,
it's mine.

The slippers are mine.

A handshake's a promise.

Yeah.

A handshake is a promise.

Now we have
what we came for.

I don't.

Rosalie.

[scoffs]

What are you gonna do
with that pearl, Clara?

You'll know
soon enough, Fred.

Oh. Tsk, tsk.

You need to look after
that hand.

I suppose we should
give you a ride.

I wouldn't ride with you
to the back door of hell.

You tell Carl Simms
to come and get me.

[groans]

Carl hates your guts.

Well, that's a damn lie!

[Zeb gasps]

Rosalie is here.

Goodbye,
Clara Buford.

I'm coming along.

I wouldn't miss
seeing the lovers meet.

There she is.

There's the bride.

Rosalie.

Mr. Zeb Norman.

How good
to see you.

Well,
there's your bride.

A very special girl,
Mr. Norman.

Well, aren't you going
to give her the present

you worked
so hard to get?

Then you got
the slippers?

- I did.
- What?

How'd you know
about the slippers?

I asked Zeb
to fetch them
from your shop.

He thought it was
an odd request for a mermaid.

You knew then?

Of course.

I remember when you lived
in Gandy, Clara Buford.

The mermaids knew
about your silver slippers.

These slippers
are legendary.

Oh, they're
family heirlooms.

Why would a mermaid
care about my slippers?

Oh, I don't.

I only care about
the power they may harbor.

Those slippers
have power.

We hope so.

At least the legend
says they do.

These slippers
are the only chance

that Zeb and I have
for happiness.

It's more a desperate
chance than you realize.

To get them,
I had to give her
a pearl of transformation.

What?

Yes.

I have the pearl.

It's useful for dealing with
pranksters like you.

With this pearl,
I can close my eyes

and wish myself into the worst
of your nightmares.

[Clara gasps]

Oh...

my pearl.

Zeb, the slippers.

I don't believe it.

Wish us joy, Clara.

As deep as the sea.

Oh, look there.