Original subtitles

(Film reel scrolling)

(Synth music rising)

(Soft and dramatic music)

(Clapping)

-What are you smiling at?

Sorry. Are you speaking to me?

-Yes.

Forgive me. I can't see you.

-I know.

Do you need my help?

-I'm looking for the grave of my relative.

I could help you find it.

-How?

Walk with me. Take my hand.

(gate creaking loudly)

What's your name?

-Crissy-Jane, but my friends call me CJ.

Oh, I like it.

It's what you youngsters call, funky?

How old are you? You sound so young.

CJ: I'm 18.

Oh, so young.

CJ: What about you?

A grown woman never tells her age.

You'll learn that soon.

CJ: I'm sorry.

Dignity is pride that is earned, which is not sinful.

CJ: I don't know much about sin. Do you go to church?

Yes.

Audrey, at your service, little one.

CJ: That's the name of my grandma.

And is she still... there?

Or has she gone on adventures?

CJ: She definitely went on adventures.

Oh. And on this day...

is she who went on adventures, the one we seek?

CJ: Oh, no. I'm looking for my friend.

I thought you said she was a relative.

CJ: He... well, I fibbed a bit.

CJ: To me he was a relative. Uncle John.

Hmm. Blood doesn't make us relatives.

Blood isn't even red. They say it's blue.

CJ: You know of colours?

My journey has just started.

CJ: I'm happy I met you.

CJ: I love that you can hear my voice.

Oh. There's Erik.

Look at his fine suit.

He died in 1965 and he hasn't aged a bit.

CJ: Ha. You're funny.

I mean it.

Greetings, my lady.

Morning Erik.

Oh. This is CJ.

Say how do you do?

CJ: Uh, Audrey?

Say how do you do?

CJ: There's nobody there.

There's nobody there.

Odd, that.

CJ. If I may ask politely.

How long have you been...

you know, on an adventure?

CJ: Oh, I think my adventure definitely began the moment we started talking.

Oh my poor child, I'm so sorry.

CJ: But this is fun.

CJ: Show me where Erik is, I'd love to shake his hand.

Audrey, darling.

What is he saying?

CJ is a girl.

She's very young.

She's only been with us a matter of minutes.

Maybe she's not yet passed over fully.

Hence, why I can't see or hear her.

I think that must be it.

CJ: What did he say?

Erik and I were saying...

that because you're early...

you may have not yet passed over.

CJ: What do you mean, passed over?

Died. CJ: Oh I'm not dead.

CJ: I'm very much alive.

CJ: But I can only speak to you.

Oh.

Give it time.

CJ: It was lovely to meet you Audrey.

Are you going to rest?

CJ: No, my dinner's ready. My mum's waiting for me.

Very well dear.

I hope to hear from you again soon.

CJ: You too, Audrey.

W-what happened?

Says she's gone home for dinner.

Thinks she's still alive.

Poor soul.

She'll be OK. She's got you.

You're too kind.

(high pitched ringing)

Audrey?

Audrey!

Irene, is that you?

Yes. What are you doing down here?

Irene, take me home.

-I need to rest. -Alright, sweetie.

(piano music plays)

(music continues)

I've heard this piece before.

He's running down the stairs.

He's wearing, top hat and tails.

And she's wearing the most beautiful ball gown.

He rushes to her.

Takes her in his arms and--

Come on you.

Irene please don't do that, put it back on again.

Alright.

But it's getting late.

Yeah, I know.

I still have a grasp on time, you know.

I know.

PARAMEDIC: Can you hear me? What's your name?

AUDREY: I... I can hear you.

PARAMEDIC: Look, just take hand alright.

AUDREY: I can't see it.

(inhales)

-Audrey?

Irene?

-Are you alright? -Yeah.

Yes, I'm fine. I-It doesn't happen very often.

Does it... is it haunting you?

Oh.

Irene, haunting's a beautiful word.

If it is frightening.

Some of the best things are frightening?

These flashbacks.

They're not haunting.

They're just, reminding.

Oh, reminding can be a horrible word.

As well as beautiful.

Irene, I don't usually--

What time of day is it?

10:30.

Half past ten.

Irene?

Is it morning...

or night?

It's morning.

Oh, oh Audrey.

Take me to the park.

I want some time alone.

-Alone? -Yeah.

-After breakfast, Okay? -Yeah.

(whoosh)

CJ: What are you looking at?

Oh, CJ is that you?

Jerry J. Douglas is about to serve for the game, Watch.

CJ: I can't see him. Is he a ghost?

Well I'll tell you what happens.

Yes he is, but shh.

Looks like he's gonna serve into the corner.

(whoosh)

Oh, come on.

Uh!

Oh, no.

CJ: What happened?

Happens every time.

CJ: What happens every time?

He serves.

The ball disappears.

Then returns back moments later by its own accord.

CJ: That's amazing.

No matter how hard he tries to hit it, he fails.

Even if he tries to ace it.

CJ: Sounds like spooky ghost stuff.

Well it is spooky ghost--

CJ: Why don't you help him?

I'm not sure I can.

CJ: We could go in and talk to him.

Well I would, but the gate's often locked.

CJ: No, it's unlocked.

CJ: Look, it's open!

CJ: Take my hand. Come on. I'll protect you.

Oh, bless you.

You really are a gifted little apparition.

Not how I remembered it.

CJ: Where is he? Point to him.

This way.

Jerry?

Hello, beautiful.

CJ: What did he say?

Jerry, I've never asked you this before, but I feel I must.

I can't remember.

It feels like I should have won. I just never got the chance.

You know your name.

We could find, well, figure out what happened.

Oh Audrey, I'm not dead!

Look around you, Jerry.

Life's only constant is no longer defined.

The sun does not set, nor does it rise.

The sun will rise and I will play in the tournament.

-A tournament? Is that what happened? -I will make it to the tournament.

Well you won't play in that tournament, you're dead.

Then I will play in a tournament of any sort.

CJ: Find him an opponent.

CJ: Someone to play against so he can win.

What if he doesn't win?

CJ: He will. I know he will. -Who are you talking to, Audrey?

A young girl who hasn't passed over yet.

CJ: I'm alive.

Is she alive?

-Audrey? -Yes?

I think I'm ready.

Can you remember where you were buried?

How would I remember that?

CJ: I can find it.

CJ: I could read them all.

CJ: I could find the one for Jerry J. Douglas.

That'll take a long time.

CJ: I have loads of time.

CJ: What is it?

(thunder)

What's wrong Audrey? What's she saying?

CJ's kindly suggesting that--

(thunder) CJ: What's there?

(ghost crying)

CJ: What's wrong?

We need to leave here, quietly.

I need to leave.

Who is it?

He frightens me.

-He's the only one that-- -Audrey?

-Whoa! -It's me.

I'm sorry, I tried calling you, you didn't hear me.

It's okay, Irene. It's my fault.

Oh, I'm worried about your hearing.

Don't worry.

It's just something I do here.

I love this place.

Y-you're not going deaf?

Not at all.

I can hear you as clear as day.

I can hear everything.

I can hear the birds talking to each other.

Not singing, but a serenade.

I hear the crisp dry grass...

where it is worn most.

I smell the sweat of the afternoon jogger.

And how he kindly weaves around me.

A gust of wind.

But he never looks back.

For his pace remains the same.

I hear children climbing.

I know when they touch the ground.

Then they run up the slide the wrong way.

I wait for their mothers to tell them off.

But then they'll do it again.

But what frightens me.

What makes me hold my breath.

What makes me paint a thousand pictures of everything possible.

The most deafening sound of all.

Silence.

-She's always here.

-She's a lovely woman.

-What's your name? -Irene? Are you there?

I'm sorry, I don't know sign language.

-Audrey does, but she-- -Irene!

I'm here. Let's go home.

Who were you talking to. Were you talking about me?

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

I don't think they understood.

People fear what they don't understand. It's their loss.

I don't think it was like that. If you could have seen- -But I can't see.

I'm blind.

(tennis match)

Love fifteen.

Do you remember Jerry J. Douglas?

An old friend?

A tennis player, maybe.

Did you create him?

I don't think so.

Is it because you're lonely?

I'm not lonely. I've got you.

I worry about you. Constantly.

Bumping into people, crossing the road.

Don't.

Tell me about Jerry J--

Douglas.

What?

Never mind.

Absolutely relentless, yeah.

The sheer speed of that return.

If Michael's serve is broken, Young is definitely in for a chance.

And with one set all.

-The odds are exactly the same as, I think 2002.

-Yes in 2002 with Frederick vs the late great...

Jerry J. Douglas!

-Absolutely.

-What a guy. I strongly believe he didn't reached his peak.

You should have told me you didn't make him up.

I feel silly now.

Audrey?

What's wrong?

He's real.

Well he's dead, apparently.

-The late great Jerry J. Douglas-- -No

You don't understand.

I've never heard of him.

I never really watch tennis.

Well, do you want to watch something else?

What else is on?

Such a shame he passed away.

(changes channel)

(piano music plays)

There. That.

I knew it.

(piano music builds)

(music intensifies with piano and string melodies)

AUDREY: I can't see it.

FIREMAN: Please try not to move.

AUDREY: I can't move.

FIREMAN: Sit tight, relax.

I'll get you out soon.

-I think her name's Audrey. -OK thanks.

PARAMEDIC: Hello Audrey.

I work for the ambulance service.

Stay absolutely still... and don't move.

OK?

Now then. Have you got a head injury?

AUDREY: I don't know. I can't see. It's blurry.

(inhales)

(remote falls) Irene?

Irene?

Irene. please!

I'm here. It's okay.

-I hate it.

It does haunt me.

It's not beautiful.

You, are a beautiful person.

It's not about being blind.

It's about being left behind.

Well who's left you behind?

I just--

I just wish I could still make a difference.

I used to love the person I was.

I used to love helping people.

Now it's all flipped around.

The irony.

I'm not your nurse, Audrey.

Can you see me?

Am I looking in your eyes? Steer me.

You can't see what I see.

In my eyes it's you that's blind.

I'm here.

Let me look into your eyes.

-Are you looking at me? -Yes.

What do you see... Irene?

What do I look like?

No different to than before.

I want you to move on.

Find me a carer.

Let that be your last burden.

-And then move on. -No.

Find someone you can see.

-Who can see you. -No!

Fall in love.

Make sure he's a gentleman.

-But I love you. -No not like that.

True love, Irene.

Audrey.

You're not hearing me.

Enough of your ignorance!

What, you think...

that I've lost the ability to see everything?

I don't need your help! I'm a trained nurse.

Now you listen here.

Audrey.

Your eyes are...

like two little worlds that...

that I want to fly to, with you.

I have a doctors appointment this morning.

I'll take you.

Thank you.

And have you experienced anything different lately?

Brightness? Glare? Different degrees of darkness?

How's your balance?

Audrey?

Nothing has changed.

She's been experiencing some emotional...

difficulties.

Irene.

Do you want to tell me about that?

There's help available.

Oh it's fine. It's to be expected.

We have a community psychiatric nurse who's--

I said, It's fine.

Is everybody staring at me?

Nobody's staring at you.

I'm looking at him.

Audrey, what's wrong?

It's hard to put into words.

I witness things...

that aren't really there.

You're painting a picture...

in your mind about what's around you...

using your other senses.

You weren't born blind...

and you may have a more...

vivid and imaginative idea of...

what that space could be like.

No I don't think that's it. It's I--

Do you see characters?

Figures?

That perhaps you have no control over seeing?

But you might not want to see?

Do you hear voices?

No.

It's just my imagination.

Things I want to see.

I've always been like it

Even before the blindness.

That's fine then.

I'd be more surprised if you didn't use your imagination.

And how's your health in general?

See anything you can afford?

How did you know?

I know you.

I like ours. Yours.

As long as you still do, that is.

I wasn't entirely honest at the doctors.

You weren't?

I see people at the park.

-Your sight's returning? -No no. Not like that.

I think I can see ghosts.

I know what you're doing.

Well I'm not finding you a carer...

and I'm not leaving you.

I'm not fooled that easily you know.

Fine, don't listen.

Don't fly to my little worlds.

Alright. I'm listening.

Jerry J. Douglas. The tennis player.

The one that died.

I met him.

While he was alive.

No, yesterday at the park.

-Irene!

George, hello there.

Audrey.

It's great to see you both.

Anyway, I've been shopping and I--

(bang)

Oh my.

Well what is it? A brick?

Oh sorry, I--

It's a statuette. A figurine of an elephant.

Well let me see it.

(scraping)

It's beautiful.

Wow, you can--

I'm in awe of you.

You too Irene, of course.

Well.

Bye George.

Take care ladies.

He fancies you.

Being blind only makes it clearer.

You gave him the look back, didn't you?

I could tell. I know you well, Irene.

You're blushing, flustered.

Red as a peach.

He hasn't gone through the door yet.

Oh, there he goes.

Give him a wave.

Let me take you to the park.

-Where are you going? -I need to show you something.

There's nobody nearby.

-Oh. That's right. -I know. I just told you.

Is this about ghosts?

Do you see them now?

I can see them when I focus...

and I can see everything around.

But some things are false, or from another time.

I want to believe you.

What stops you?

-I'm frightened of you getting hurt. -Oh, you're safe here. You're with me.

Not like that. I mean emotionally.

What if you discover it's not real...

and that it's all in your head?

Then we need to find a way to prove it.

But how?

I don't know.

But there's something you need to understand.

When I see them, I can't hear you.

I can't hear anything unless it's close up or...

someone touches me and shakes me out of it.

And then I go back to--

To what?

To being blind.

Is that why it sometimes takes me so long...

-to attract your attention? -Yes.

I'm frightened. You know, what if you bump into someone in reality?

Well I don't usually move.

I'm sitting down.

But I've met a ghost that seems to be between worlds.

She's called CJ. She's very young.

But how is she different?

I can feel her touch.

She can lead me to places.

She has an advantage.

But she doesn't know she's dead.

I'm scared.

I've been doing this for almost a year, Irene.

Almost the entire time I've been blind.

I'm going now.

Well what about me?

Oh, don't distract me unless I call out.

I'll be fine.

Audrey, wait.

I need to know something.

(thunder)

(whoosh)

Excuse me. What are you doing?

You're too close to the scene. Stand down.

What's the emergency?

Someone's in the building. I have to get them out.

I don't think you can change anything about the place.

It's part of the rules.

In my world, this place is knocked down.

I know the rules, I'm trained for this.

Well so am I. I'm a nurse.

I know you.

I know your voice. But not your face.

Can you hear me? What's your name?

(fire rises)

I... can hear you.

-Please try not to move.

I can't move.

-Look, sit back, relax.

I'll get you out of here soon.

(whoosh)

-Audrey?

-Audrey stop!

Audrey, this is doing you no good.

-Let's go home and talk about this. -Leave me alone!

Well what have I done?

Look, I'm sorry.

I just need to be alone.

Audrey.

Who were you talking to?

Audrey?

I think you're right, Irene.

It's all in my mind.

The memories and the flashbacks are stalking me everywhere I go.

It matters to you.

That's real enough.

Irene.

Take me home.

Come on.

I feel old.

Very old.

You're not old.

It's not even been two years.

It feels closer to twenty.

I wish.

I wish you could see yourself in your reflection.

I don't.

I don't want to face what I've become.

What would you do if I could see again?

How do you mean?

Would you leave me?

Why would I do that, Audrey?

Because...

I wish you would.

So you don't like me being around?

Oh.

If that's the case, then just be honest.

I'll deal with it.

You're only here because you need to be.

I'm here because I want to be.

I wish I could believe you?

Perhaps you can only believe what you can see.

I see you...

in my mind.

As clear as crystal.

Is it pity?

Far from it.

You're.

You're afraid of losing me.

More than anything.

More than?

Never seeing again.

You're my sight, Irene.

You're my best friend.

I'm a lucky woman.

PARAMEDIC: Do you have anyrecollection of what happened?

AUDREY: No, no it's just... everything's blurry.

What's that going on over there?

Is that the driver? Is he OK?

PARAMEDIC: Yes, I'm sure he'll be OK.

AUDREY: Oh please can you check?

PARAMEDIC: We need to take you to hospital.

We can sort out the other chap some other time.

OK. Just... focus.

AUDREY: I can't focus.

PARAMEDIC: Just... focus.

Hey.

Irene.

I'm here.

What are you doing?

Why are you looking at me?

I'm not.

I can hear you blinking.

Hmm.

Nothing gets past you, does it?

Is it my hair? Have I got something on my face?

Hmm.

Let me see.

Mmm. Nothing wrong here.

You're being silly?

Hmm. Nothing wrong here, either.

Why won't you answer me, Irene?

You're scaring me.

Good night, Irene.

(wind fades in)

(whoosh)

May I sit with you?

Erik, of course.

What's wrong?

I was thinking you could help me.

I want to know how I died.

Maybe then I could move on. I've been here a long time.

Well, what do you remember?

Just feelings.

A craving.

A craving for what?

All I recall...

is I was dressed up for a reason.

For an occasion.

And I'm thinking...

that occasion, never quite happened.

Let's get a second opinion.

A fine idea, it is.

And a fine gentleman you are.

You know, doing this now, reminds me more.

You mean walking with me?

Yes, in this fashion.

But alas, not with you.

You flatter me.

MAN: I think she's blind.

WOMAN: I think she's lost her marbles.

MAN: Shh. Quiet. She might hear you.

WOMAN: Nah, she's too busy talking to that imaginary friend of hers.

What is it?

The morbid undertone of reality.

Been there.

(laughing)

Hmmm.

What is it?

Someone might be in there. I can't see.

I don't see anyone.

No, someone who is--

Oh.

CJ: Hello Audrey.

Oh CJ, is that you?

We need your help.

CJ: I need yours too.

-Well what's wrong? -CJ: Oh it's nothing serious.

You still see the living, right?

CJ: Of course I can.

Am I going to bump into anyone in that tennis court?

CJ: Nope. The coast is clear.

Jerry. I'd like you to meet Erik.

Can't talk now Audrey, I'm in the middle of a game, here.

Well, I can see that.

And who's your opponent?

Practice makes perfect.

CJ: What did Jerry say?

-Ah. The usual stubborn routine. -Hey!

CJ: Erik could be his opponent.

What?

Play against Jerry.

I'm not sure.

-I don't think he could get it over the net.

I haven't got time for beginners.

I'll have you know I was a pretty fine player in my time.

-Oh yeah?

Yeah.

Prove it.

I will.

-Well there's only one racket. So that's the end of that.

Oh, any excuse.

A little bit competitive, isn't he?

I think it's part of his story.

He's trapped, just like you.

My apologies.

Pick up your weapon.

What?

Erik, look!

(whoosh)

I think they're about to start.

At last, Jerry's found someone to play with.

CJ: Yay! Tell me what happens.

I will.

Nice suit Erik.

Be a shame to crease it.

Well I wasn't exactly prepared.

Hey!

Fifteen Love.

ERIK: This is the decider.

Useless!

Oh!

Yes!

Yes, come on!

(loud fanfare music continues)

Ah!

(mimes "No")

Yes.

Fifteen-thirty.

(Yelling)

Oh.

Ooh.

Aww!

Yes.

Uh!

I have to admit it, Erik. I underestimated you.

-You're a fine player.

I never knew I had it in me.

Whatever the outcome.

This has been fun.

There can only be one outcome.

-Come on!

What does it matter? It's the decider.

-What, forty-forty? -Deuce!

Whatever.

Here I go.

No no no no!

Uh!

Advantage Erik!

Advantage Erik.

CJ: If Jerry loses?

Then nothing will change.

CJ: Oh no. I don't know if he could handle being beaten.

Well let's see what happens.

Deuce!

It's still my serve.

Then I'll break it.

I've trained all my life for this.

Don't you mean, death?

All right, don't rub it in.

Sorry.

Advantage, Jerry J!

Oh, advantage Jerry.

CJ: Yes!

I have to admit. I could get used to this.

I don't know what my story is yet, but this has been good fun.

Well maybe we can figure it out together.

After I win this match.

If you win this match.

Ha ha! You're forgetting who you're up against.

(Strings music intensifies)

Oomph!

(gasps)

Yes.

Yes!

Yes, yes.

Good form. I must say, excellent form.

Jerry?

(whoosh)

It worked, CJ.

Jerry's gone.

So much for helping me with my story.

We'll work it out.

CJ will help us.

CJ? Are you there?

(whoosh)

(footsteps) Irene. You're back early.

It was cancelled.

Something to do with, a satellite.

Modern technology, eh?

Were you... talking to ghosts?

Well, if they really are.

Maybe we'll never know.

Or maybe we could--

It'll be dark soon.

Oh, as if that would make a difference.

If you can find the tombstone of Jerry J. Douglas, the ghosts are real.

How did you come to that?

Well because I can't read them.

There's no way I could know he was buried here, otherwise.

Right.

(Dramatic mysterious piano music)

But there's so many of them.

Where would I begin?

Do a few daily.

I'm not sure that I could.

Be my eyes.

OK.

(Soft music)

Oh...

and be on the look out for Erik Best...

and CJ, uh, Crissy-Jane something.

How many of them are there?

Well, there's quite a few. I don't know all their names yet.

So, is it like an ocean of ghosts...

wandering around, wailing and moaning?

No.

They're here and there.

And it's peaceful.

(emotional strings music)

Any luck?

-I'm finding it hard to see too.

-We're losing the light.

Oh, we'll Come back. We'll do it some other time.

-Hang on. Did you say Eric Barry?

Erik Best.

-I can't reach it. let me just--

-Oh!

Irene?

Irene?! I heard you fall.

Can you say something so I know where you are?

Irene?!

Irene. Speak to me.

Where are you?

Irene?

-Audrey? -Irene?

Where are you?

I'm over here.

I'm coming.

Audrey?

I'm coming, are you OK?

I've, I've fallen.

Audrey, where are you?

I'm just coming.

I'm here

-I'm nearly there. -I can see you.

I'm here, I'm here, put your hand out.

Oh what's happened?

I've fallen. Hurt my ankle.

Oh don't worry, someone will help us, someone will come.

I'm sorry

Irene.

(phone rings)

(beep)

Hello?

Yes that's me.

How long?

Y-you sure she's all right?

No, I’ll be fine.

Thank you.

(beep)

(click)

(click)

(click)

(click)

(soft strings and piano music)

(turns on radio)

Audrey? Are you looking at me?

No.

Don't lie. I know you are.

I can hear you blinking. I can feel your breath.

I couldn't help myself.

What's going on.

Audrey. Will you be my eyes?

Well, there's this woman.

-Yes. -And she's very beautiful.

How old is she?

She has no age. She's like an angel.

What's she doing?

Her eyes are like two little worlds.

Audrey. What is she doing?

She's looking right at me.

Did she get with that charming gentleman?

No, Irene, it's you.

Tell me, do they go off together?

Do you know how it ends?

Do they start a family?

You're not listening.

I can hear you just fine.

But you're not listening.

I'm blind, not deaf.

Why can't you see what I'm trying to tell you.

It's right in front of you.

Irene?

What's happened?

Is this the end?

Irene?

Irene?

Irene?

(beeping)

The caller withheld their number.

(dog panting)

MAN: Sorry, I didn't see you.

(whoosh)

Hello. Mick?

Yeah?

How did you die?

-I'm dead? -I'm afraid so.

I thought I might have been. I wasn't sure.

Well, you seem to be taking it very well.

You get a little numb to it when you do my job.

Well, you can consider yourself retired.

I'm not certain how it happened...

but I think it was in the line of duty.

Most likely.

Mick.

Do you remember me?

I remember feelings.

Worry, guilt.

The feeling I was hiding something from you.

You saved me.

You rescued me from a car crash.

I couldn't save your eyes.

It haunted me for a while...

as things often do.

I inquired about it.

Something I usually don't do, but I had to know.

It wasn't your fault.

-How did you recognise me? -Your voice.

The way you moved. The things you said.

How did you die?

Oh Mick. I'm not dead.

How can you be sure?

(thunder)

My perception of the world seems to have, swapped places...

so now I can observe people like yourself.

Hmm. That is a special talent.

Well, It certainly helps.

How?

Because, I can be of use here.

I'm not clumsy or useless...

or a burden to poor Irene.

Love is blind.

You'll look behind, but miss the open arms ahead.

If eyes could see, who fancied thee...

then hearts no longer hear what's said.

Don't trust your eyes, or them alone.

Don't wait for the light to draw what's shown.

For light itself had never shone...

the day I learned the chance of love, was gone.

I was there, when Irene came for you.

You couldn't see it, but I will never forget.

I'll never forget the way she spoke to you.

The way she looked at you.

For that moment...

I knew, you wouldn't be alone.

I took off my hat...

like this...

and the world disappeared.

I was blind to all, but of one thing.

What?

Love.

Well, You helped me once, now I'm supposed to help you.

Heh.

Who says you won't?

Well, I noticed you with that crowbar...

trying to rescue someone from that house.

This might be a bit complicated.

We might have to find someone who's willing to go in there.

You can free them, and rest in peace.

I think we already have.

(whoosh)

CJ: What are you looking at? -CJ!

CJ: I still haven't found uncle John.

I'm sure you'll meet him soon.

Shall we go and look for him?

CJ: OK.

CJ: Watch out, there's people coming.

Who?

I don't see them.

CJ: Can't you hear them?

Oh

So you really do still see people in the land of the living?

CJ: Of course I can. I'm alive.

Sweet pea. I wish I could see you.

CJ: I'm just glad you can hear me.

CJ: More than anything in the world.

CJ: Nobody else can.

Let's go and find where uncle John sleeps.

(thunder)

CJ: I haven't looked there.

Oh.

That area's... not convenient.

CJ: What do you mean?

There's an uneasy spirit comes out there sometimes.

He worries me.

CJ: Don't be afraid, maybe you could help him.

I've tried to approach him, he...

just runs away and hides.

CJ: That's a shame.

CJ: Maybe the dead are afraid of the living.

Maybe they are CJ.

Maybe they are. (thunder)

CJ: Are you sure you want to do this?

Well, I can only try.

We, can only try.

CJ: What does he look like?

I don't know.

He's very dark.

Like a shadow.

(ghost sobbing)

CJ: Is he there?

He's looking at me.

No, wait!

Wait. It's all right.

Don't come any closer.

Let me help you.

Nobody can help me!

Will you give me a chance?

I know you.

Your face.

(thunder) It haunts me.

We've never spoken before.

Are you a ghost?

-No. CJ: What's he saying?

Can you remember, how you died?

No.

No!

(ghost wails)

(whoosh)

(thunder)

CJ: Well?

He's gone.

-That's the closest I've got to him. CJ: Let's go find his grave.

-I don't know how. CJ: Why?

Because I can't read them, well.

Some of them, the older ones.

CJ: I could read them for you.

-That would take a goodly while. CJ: Come on!

How will you know which one it is?

We don't even know his name.

CJ: Maybe there's a clue somewhere.

I don't think it works that way, CJ.

CJ?

Have you disappeared?

CJ: I'm here.

What is it?

CJ: I've found uncle John.

Oh. I'm so sorry.

CJ: It's OK.

CJ: It was a year ago, I think.

Still, it must be hard.

I'm sure you'll...

You'll see him again soon, I'm sure.

CJ: I'm going to die?

This is, really difficult for me, CJ.

You're the youngest ghost I've ever encountered.

CJ: But I'm not a ghost. I'm real!

I didn't say you weren't real, It's...

It's just, you can't see it yet.

CJ: No, you can't see it!

-I'm so sorry. CJ: Stop saying that!

CJ: It's not your fault he's dead.

I don't know how to help you.

CJ: I'll figure it out.

I just don't want you to be hurt.

CJ: I'm safe here. You're with me.

CJ: It was sudden. I was unprepared.

Well.

We're never prepared for things that happen to us.

CJ: I feel selfish.

CJ: It's not just that he died.

CJ: I can almost accept that.

CJ: It's about, being left behind.

He's not left you behind.

He's around, somewhere. Watching over you.

CJ: Do you truly believe that?

CJ: What if there is no heaven...

CJ: and you discover it's not real...

CJ: and it's, all in your head?

I wish I could see you.

CJ: I wish that too.

CJ.

You, are a beautiful person.

CJ: I want to believe you, but...

but I'm flawed.

As am I.

CJ: No, you don't understand.

CJ: There's something wrong with me.

CJ: Only you can hear me speak.

CJ: Nobody else can.

Oh come on.

Why would people not listen to you?

CJ: It's not that they don't listen.

Maybe they can't hear you...

since things have changed for you.

CJ: Nothing has changed.

CJ: It's always been this way.

CJ: You're my best friend.

CJ: I'm lucky to have someone like you I can talk to.

CJ: You, look a little lost.

How is it you can see me here?

CJ: How is it you can hear me?

CJ: I have to go, it's getting late.

CJ: Will you be OK by yourself?

Yes, of course.

Will you, come back tomorrow?

CJ: I'll try.

I don't know where I know you from...

but I think you should leave.

You can do no harm here.

What is it?

I killed you.

I'm not dead.

Then why are you here?

What makes you special?

I help people like you...

remember...

so that they can, rest in peace.

I know your face.

I've never seen you before.

I was in an accident, and since then I--

And you died?

No. I lost my sight.

I'm blind.

Look, I've helped lots of ghosts.

Let me help you, what's your name?

How...

How did you die?

Can you remember?

I think the question is...

How did you survive?

I'm a very lucky woman.

And now I have a special gift.

Makes my life more meaningful.

-Talking to ghosts. -Yes.

What is your name?

Audrey, Waters.

What's yours?

I remember your face.

It haunts me

Torments me.

But never have I seen you, so happy.

It's impossible.

But in a peculiar way it is soothing.

But it's not enough.

I'm trapped in an eternity of guilt...

and undetermined blame.

I thought I took your life...

or at least your courage.

But never would I discover that I robbed you of your sight.

Who are you?

I'm your darkness.

(thunder)

Please forgive me.

I didn't mean to hurt you or anyone.

You're a ghost. You can't hurt me.

I think you're confused.

You're not hearing me.

I hear just fine.

Confusion is common with a lot of the ghosts I meet.

You're not listening to me!

I could help you remember how you died.

If you just tell me.

You refuse to see it!

What am I not seeing?

-Audrey?

Who's that?

-It's me, George.

-You know, Irene's friend.

The elephant.

-Yes.

What's wrong?

You're talking to somebody that isn't there.

I'm fine.

Were they playing pranks on you?

Never mind. They...

they've gone now. Here... Take my hand.

No I said I'm just fine, you're not...

listening to me.

Why are you here?

Irene said you'd be here.

You've spoken to her.

Yes, I brought her home about an hour ago.

What is it?

Is she all right?

Yes.

She's wonderful.

Well, I know that but is she all right?

Yes. She's fine.

Audrey?

Oh.

George.

How could I not see it?

Oh.

Oh, there you are.

Did George manage to find you?

He did.

Did he hear you talking to ghosts?

He did.

Well, that must have baffled him.

Is he... Is he there?

No.

He tried to invite himself in but--

Oh Audrey, were you beastly to him?

(both laugh)

What is it?

Well, let's talk about you. What happened?

Oh it's just a bad sprain, or a...

twisted ankle, or something.

Or something? Did you not listen to them?

Well, not really.

Can you walk?

Well... I've got your stick.

(Irene laughs)

-Two old ladies with sticks. -Oh shush.

It's just until it's healed.

What if it didn't?

What if it never healed?

But. It's just a sprain.

What if it was always like that?

Can't be reversed?

What if you never walk again?

Well.

It wouldn't be very nice.

But I'm sure I'd find a way to cope.

I'd be there.

I wouldn't want a nurse.

What have you got against nurses?

Can you see me?

I see you for who you are.

What?

Can we sit outside this time?

But we'll miss the service.

I'll hear it.

What inspires you?

To do what?

To find ways to cope.

I mean, with anything.

I don't know. I've never really thought about it.

You only come here for me.

You don't really believe in anything.

I believe in you. Isn't that enough?

How can I be anything close to what you are?

You've saved lives.

You save my life every day.

Over and over.

AUDREY: Is that the driver? Is he OK?

PARAMEDIC: I'm sure he's OK.

We need to take you to hospital.

AUDREY: Can you find out, please?

PARAMEDIC: We need, to take you, to hospital.

We'll work out what we do with the other driver later.

Now just, focus.

AUDREY: I can't focus.

PARAMEDIC: Focus.

(soft strings music)

(music intensifies)

I'm here... I'm here.

-I know who he is. -Who?

The ghost with no name.

-The one that wouldn't talk to me before. -Who is he?

It's the man from the crash.

Audrey?

There's something I've got to do.

Audrey.

He's dead. You know this.

There's a reason.

There's always a reason.

I think it has to do with our senses.

Our perception of the world.

It defines us as being human. Being alive.

-Are you listening to me? -Always.

When I lost my sight...

something inside, died.

-Oh sweet heart. -No, no.

No, It's not all bad.

It put me one step closer to them

Seeing them.

Hearing them, touching them.

There's something I've got to do.

I just don't know what it is.

Will you, let me...

-say my piece? -Of course.

Let me finish. You won't snap at me.

I will try.

Sometimes, we choose...

not to see the things that are in front of us, right?

Therefore...

we can also choose...

to see things that aren't actually there.

-Oh -Uh...

You promised.

-I said I'd try. -Then try harder.

I want you to be happy.

I always have.

Just because...

this might be something that you've created...

it doesn't mean it's not important to you.

-The tennis player. -The tennis player was...

a real sportsman. Everybody's heard of him.

Well I hadn't.

You hadn't.

Oh, unless you had and you chose not to see.

Oh now don't turn things around.

This isn't about me.

No, you're right. It isn't.

What do you want me to do?

I want you...

to let me go-- -You want me to move out?

Well it's not happening. I refuse!

Blind, deaf, dumb, paralysed, dying, dead.

It doesn't change my feelings for you.

I'm not going anywhere.

Deal with it!

-I just-- -I wish you wouldn't...

use your blindness as an excuse...

not to see the things that are in front of you.

-No I-- -I love you.

I am in love with you.

I'm never going to leave you.

-Irene. -What?

I just want... you to let me go to the park.

See the ghosts. See if I can help.

(mysterious strings music)

Cortical blindness is caused by a lack of...

blood supply to the occipital cortex.

The occipital lobe of your brain.

Your eyes themselves, they're... fine.

In fact, more than fine.

I can see your irises are working harder.

What's changed?

Nothing has changed.

But I can see a change.

So you said.

How's Irene?

She sprained her foot. She had a fall.

Oh dear. I hope she's getting better.

Yes, thank you.

I'm not a specialist.

I think I'm gonna refer you back to the eye clinic.

I'm scared.

You've been before.

No.

I'm scared...

that what I'm seeing is only in my head.

Only in my imagination.

You saw the light from the torch.

Yes.

But I could hear it.

I knew about it.

It was easy enough for me to put...

everything together in my mind.

Let's try this.

What are you doing?

Just having another look.

Thank you.

I knew it was nothing.

I only see it when I choose to see it.

So just darkness?

Just darkness.

Audrey.

I didn't turn it on.

Well, thank you for taking me, George.

Always a pleasure.

All good, then?

Fit as a fiddle.

-Is Irene in? -Oh, well--

-Darling! -Irene!

Oh, I missed you.

-Hello George. -Hello Ir--

Thanks for taking her and getting her back in one piece.

It's my pleasure I--

I left the water running. Can you hear it?

-Well, I-- -Look, I'll see you soon...

at the cafe, perhaps.

All right.

(both laugh)

It worked.

What worked?

You've been cooking.

Monday roast.

It's not my birthday, is it?

No.

Let me come with you.

To the park.

No.

There's no need to be embarrassed.

I could protect you.

Please don't take it as stubbornness...

or a ploy... to distance myself from you.

It's just something I need to do alone...

with nobody around.

But it could be dangerous.

I can smell danger.

No you can't.

I can indeed.

I can smell George a mile away.

Oh, poor George.

His heart is good.

His heart is blind.

He sees, what he chooses to see.

And ignores what's really there.

Are you coming?

This morning...

the curtains were open.

So, what?

You forgot to close them.

You did it.

It was a sunny morning.

You know me well enough by now.

I say things...

when I'm ready to say them.

And I'm only ready to say them when...

I'm absolutely certain they're true.

Being blind makes it...

somewhat harder...

to define the level of truth.

Did I close the curtain?

Yes.

Was it a sunny day?

Was the light too bright?

Are the ghosts real or...

just a fabrication of my desire to see them?

I will...

test myself firmly.

I'll block out any light that I think I see.

Deny...

any hope that comes fleeting through.

Like a finger that...

draws me from between clouds.

Not until it pounces.

Until it grabs me by the shoulders and screams...

I am the world, and I am taking you back.

These are the faces that stared.

These are the birds that...

compassed the sun with song.

These are the eyes of the woman I love.

Her heart, a diamond prism.

And her ageless voice that steals the

wrinkles from my very skin.

And a kiss...

that makes me feel the deepest shade of red.

You're not listening to me.

(dramatic mysterious music)

(whoosh)

Erik. I'm so glad you're here.

Why are we whispering?

Where I am, it's the middle of the night.

I take that for granted.

(thunder)

Tell me again.

You said you were dressed for an occasion?

That, I was.

But you didn't make it to the occasion.

Possibly not.

Then, we must find... an occasion.

Erik, look.

She's beautiful.

Who is she?

I've only watched her.

Then I shall ask.

Well, wait. What's the occasion?

Good evening.

Hello.

My name is Erik. I uh...

arrived...

in hope to participate in this formal occasion.

What is the occasion?

Er...

To celebrate life.

And how do you intend expressing...

this celebration of life, kind sir?

By dancing.

I couldn't think of a better way.

Thank you for this moment.

You must tell me your name.

Remember me for what I do.

Not for who I am.

(whoosh)

Oh Erik, I'm so sorry.

Maybe it wasn't your story.

But now thanks to you she's at peace.

I remember my story.

The 27th of June.

1961.

The occasion was ironic.

The suit was not my own.

I borrowed it from a friend.

I was in love, at least I thought I was.

She was only seventeen the day she gave birth to our child.

A daughter, or a son?

At the time, I never knew.

She left me, as I couldn't afford to support the child.

I never met them.

Could you not find work?

I was unwell.

Dying, as it turns out.

I hoped it would go away.

So... I continued to try and find work.

Hence the suit.

Not the exciting occasion I was hoping for.

The child was taken from her mother...

and adopted.

I learnt only then.

I had a daughter.

Anna fell in love soon after...

and married a painter, so I hear.

Who?

(thunder)

Nobody famous, I would imagine.

What was wrong with you?

I never knew that either.

If I had, they could maybe have done something.

Trouble with the lungs, I reckon.

I could find out.

No. It doesn't matter.

It doesn't bother me.

It doesn't haunt me.

So what does?

They say, the root of all fear is fear of the unknown.

It manifests itself to many...

as terror.

Not knowing ones own worth.

I created life in the image of my own polished reflection.

A parent will strive...

to live through the child they delivered to the world.

so they may... give something back.

To watch them grow.

To watch them learn.

I would do the best I could...

so they could become...

something better than myself.

But I... never had the chance.

It's a story left untold.

Not knowing where they are.

Or if they survived.

Or if they escaped the echo of my own fate.

That is what made me unable to rest.

That is what truly... haunts me.

I can feel the sense of peace.

It feels deeper and greater than being alive.

But it feels not like my own conquest...

as an individual.

Rather...

as an ambassador of humanity.

A unity of emotion and spirit shared.

Living outside the senses...

in a whisper...

that is almost...

otherworldly.

Is that what it feels like to be dead?

Keep it between us.

Don't spoil it for the rest.

I've never seen this side of you.

My beautiful Audrey.

You see all sides of me...

and everyone you meet.

You're lucky.

But that luck has been earned.

For it is the rest of the world that is blind...

and you can see far, far beyond it.

You're only blind to what you don't want to see.

You've got your mother's eyes.

(whoosh)

CJ: Audrey?

CJ.

CJ: I'm sorry...

I hope I'm not interrupting.

Not at all. Sit by me.

What time is it?

CJ: Half past midnight.

Good.

CJ: My parents don't know I'm here.

I'm sure they do.

CJ: What are you thinking?

I need to open my eyes.

CJ: Do you think he's here?

He'll be here.

CJ: Do you see him?

Yes

(ghost wails)

I need to say something to you.

I forgive you.

I'm sorry, I didn't hear you.

I was confused.

I couldn't put it all together until now.

I took your sight away from you.

I made you a cripple.

I'm not a cripple.

I forgive you

There's no question about it.

There really isn't anything to forgive.

You mean it?

From the bottom of my still-beating heart...

for which I'm eternally grateful.

Yes.

But now.

I need to ask you something.

What?

Forgive me.

CJ: Audrey?

John?

CJ: Is it him?

I think so.

Who are you talking to?

A friend...

who's between our worlds.

I can't see them.

CJ: What's he saying?

CJ: Tell him I'm here. -I Will.

CJ. Give me a moment.

Crissy-Jane?

Is that you?

Yes.

But she was only a child.

I'm sorry.

H-how did she die? When?

She doesn't know.

That's a puzzle I've yet to solve.

That's what I do. That's my gift.

That's how I can see you.

CJ?

It's your uncle John.

I'll be here for you.

-She can't hear you.

CJ: What did he say?

He says, he'll be here for you.

He's happy that you've found him.

CJ: Tell him, I miss him.

She misses you.

W-why do you ask for forgiveness?

Because it was my fault.

(whoosh)

I worked too many hours.

I chose to.

Because I wanted to make a difference.

It was an obsession.

The desire to preserve life...

and the quality of it...

by always being there.

I couldn't save my husband, Peter.

I felt like I was in infinite debt.

Maybe through someone else...

that debt could be paid.

I would never retire.

But it was never enough.

I fell asleep.

I never saw it coming.

I was blind before it even happened.

You never took my sight away from me.

My eyes betrayed me, so I let them go.

It was a small price to pay...

for taking your life.

But still, it was never enough.

I was too afraid to see the pain I'd caused.

So I lived in darkness.

But even in darkness.

I saw you.

But I didn't know what I was looking at.

Forgive me, John.

I'm sorry.

I forgive you.

But there was no question about it.

There was truly nothing to forgive.

I thank you for being there...

for my family. -Your family?

CJ.

-It's just so sad that she-- -She's not dead.

You've saved lives before, haven't you?

Well.

I've helped, I hope.

I know your line of work.

You're the real heroes.

And I know that you're truly loved.

More than you can see.

May I ask...

what you did?

I'm a--

I was an Ophthalmologist.

There's nothing wrong with your eyes.

(whoosh)

CJ: What happened?

He's gone.

He's at peace.

And I think, maybe I am too.

If you'll forgive me.

CJ: Accidents happen.

CJ: You can't control everyone's destiny.

You'll see him soon. When you pass on.

CJ: I hope that isn't for a long time.

You're so sweet.

(boom)

CJ: What's wrong?

I think I'm returning.

But no one's called my name.

CJ: What happens when you return?

I go blind again, in reality.

Quick. Take me to the park.

I know my way from here.

Oh. It's happening.

I must be tired.

I pushed it too far again. I will never learn.

CJ: You're doing fine.

I won't be able to see you or hear you.

I'll have to visit you another time.

Oh. Poor Irene.

She'll be so worried.

Oh, bless her.

What would I do without her.

CJ?

Are you there?

Where's the bench?

Oh, it's here.

Oh.

Oh, give me a moment.

CJ?

CJ? Am I back?

I think you're passing over.

Take my hand.

I'm here for you.

Don't be afraid.

(boom)

I can see.

Oh my God.

I can see!

Sorry.

I didn't know you were there.

I was blind.

And now I can see.

What a wonderful day.

Who are you?

Yes, I understand.

What's your name?

Oh my goodness.

You are alive!

Oh!

-Audrey!

-Oh, you scared me to death.

I woke up and you weren't there.

I thought you'd hurt yourself.

I'm so worried. Don't ever do that to me again.

I knew you'd be here. Well I hoped you would.

I'm gonna have to tie you to the--

You can see me?

You're looking at me?

And I'll never stop.

(whoosh)

(Wonderful strings music continues)