Beneath the Light (2024) Movie Script
1
[moody escalating music]
[music stops]
[dramatic musical sting]
[distant voices, choking]
Shut up!
Shut up! What do you want?
Shut up!
[hammer thudding]
[motor thrumming]
-[thudding, pounding]
-Shut up! Shut up!
[loud thud]
Shut up!
What do you want?
Shut up!
Shut--
JACOB: 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.
[rustling sounds]
[soft, eerie chiming sounds]
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.
[soft, moody music plays]
She ever mention
a girl named Claire?
[music intensifies]
[not audible]
YOUNG JACOB:
Claire, it won't open.
[silent]
[dramatic musical sting]
[intense music escalates]
[music fades]
SONG:
That's too damn bad
That's too damn bad
It's too late now
for you to come around
That's too damn bad
[indistinct chatter]
[song continues in background]
[phone chimes]
Can I get you anything else?
-Oh, no. Thank you so much.
-Of course.
You can keep the change.
-Thanks.
-Yeah.
[uneasy music plays]
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--
[laughing] So serious.
[laughs]
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.
[laughs] But if you can
wait like...
15 minutes,
I have a better option.
-[man indistinct over PA]
-[boat bell dings]
OLIVIA: I've only been
doing it like two years, but...
here's my girl.
JACOB: 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.
[eerie bass music plays]
[hinges squeak]
[softly] Oh. Jesus Christ.
Mr. Murdoch?
Mr. Murdoch?
[ascending footsteps]
[hinges squeaking]
Anyone here?
[doorknob clatters]
[soft music escalates]
[engine puttering]
-[load thumps down]
-MURDOCH: 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.
-[chuckling]
-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.
[straining] You fix that crack
on the western deck.
[grunts] 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. [grunts]
If you're hungry, half a crappy
sandwich in the fridge.
-[engine turns]
-Stay off the bed by the door.
Bed? I'm sleeping here?
MURDOCH: Keep your ass
off the break wall.
-It ain't safe.
-Wait, sir!
I just--
[coughs]
SONG: Waiting on you
and you finally come through
It's amazing, you always
know just what to do
Oh, let the rhythm
take control
Take me to places
that I've never been
Showing me off
to all of your friends, oh
Feel it in your soul
Oh boy, pick yourself
off the floor
Wake up in your room...
One day at a time.
Oh oh oh
I know you feel it
My fingertips are blue
Ain't no way to resist it
We can't hide the truth
Waiting on you
and you finally come through
It's amazing, you always
know just what to do
Oh, let the rhythm
take control
Take me to places
that I've never been
Showing me off
to all of your friends, oh
Feel it in your soul
[music fades]
[bubbling, creaking sounds]
[gurgling sounds]
[seagulls crying]
[gurgling continues]
[uneasy music swells]
-[gurgling continues]
-Oh, so gross.
Oohs and ahhs
turn into kumbayahs
- In the Garden of Eden...
-Gross. Gross.
'Cause there ain't nobody
that do it like us
Waiting on you
and you finally come through
It's amazing, you always
know just what to do
Oh, let the rhythm
take control
Take me to places
that I've never been
Showing me off
to all of your friends, oh
Feel it in your soul
Oh yeah
[crickets chirping]
[snoring lightly]
ECHOING VOICE:
Put the bottle on the chair.
-Come on.
-Come on!
[chimes tinkling]
[waves splashing distantly]
Cup, cup, cup, cup,
cup, cup, cup.
[clinking]
[faucet squeaks]
[water rushing]
[engine humming]
[wood creaks]
[creak]
[creaking]
[breathing hard]
[uneasy music escalates]
[gasps]
[seagulls calling]
[quiet music plays]
[static on radio]
[indistinct singing]
-[static]
-[channels changing]
[new indistinct singer]
-[overlapping singing]
-[static]
[ascending footsteps]
-[thump]
-[hinges creaking]
Aw, Jesus, you're not
really eating that, are you?
Here.
Try something edible.
- Baby--
-[radio clicks off]
Finish up.
I'll give you the nickel tour
and then we gotta
pick up the paint.
[wind blustering]
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.
[shrill bird cries]
[laughs]
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.
[glass bauble splashes]
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.
[mellow music plays on radio]
-[distant phone rings]
-[indistinct singer on radio]
-[ringing]
-MAN: 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.
-[laughing]
-Yeah. Load 'em up.
Thanks, Dan.
Uh, Jim.
MAN: Put the bobbers all
together on the same shelf!
'Cause it doesn't make sense!
-Fuck me.
[phone rings]
[beep]
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.
[voice fading]
No, do not call me.
I will not...
YOUNG JACOB:
Claire, it won't open.
DEBRA: Let go of me! Let go!
-[muffled shouting]
-JACOB: 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!
[screaming] Get out!
Get out! Go! Get out!
YOUNG JACOB: Mommy!
[no audio]
[scream echoing]
[wind whistling]
[moody tinkling music plays]
[child vocalizing] Oh
OLIVIA: 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.
[chuckles] Well, you lasted
longer than the others.
I figured that you would want
a little tour leftovers.
Tofu. West Coast vegans.
-Close!
-[laughs]
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.
[engine turns]
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!
[camera lens snaps]
[light music plays]
[Jacob singing under breath]
God damn it.
He's gonna kill me.
[uneasy chords]
[soft, eerie music plays]
[distant choking and gurgling]
DEBRA: Get out! Get out!
[chimes jingling]
[shouting] What the fuck?
VOICE: 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?
[seagulls crying]
SONG: The truth is
you don't wanna fight
With a lady in a shady
little part of your mind
I wanna know if you felt
fully empty and dull
Would you spasm
when she rattles
In the side of your skull?
Oh oh oh oh, she won't
rest until you give into
Your pit of guilt, so pick
until she's sitting still
I wanna ask, but I won't
'cause I already know
-What you'd say...
-[thud]
[laughing]
Lunch?
Better than tofu?
-This is mucho better.
-[laughs]
-Thank you.
-Of course.
You been, uh, in the water yet?
[clears throat]
No. I can't swim.
What?
[laughing] 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.
-[door creaking]
-Me, I--it's funny.
I haven't been here in like...
I don't know, three years,
ever since I graduated.
-[wind moaning]
-[door creaking]
Really? Jacob...
-Geffin.
-Geffin.
-Geffin.
-Okay. Where'd you go to school?
Lorain High.
Go, Steelmen!
-Yes.
-Ah...
-[giggling]
-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?
[laughing]
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.
-[laughing]
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.
-[eerie shrill sounds]
-[chiming]
[door creaking]
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!
JACOB: Shit!
I'm sorry.
Ah, damn, that's sharp.
-Here.
-So much for your clean floor.
[hisses]
-Are you okay?
-Yeah, it's just sharp.
Sss. Ah...
Sorry.
It's fine.
[Velcro tearing]
I'll walk you out.
Okay, yeah.
Hey.
-[crunch]
-Aah!
-You okay?
-[crying] Oh! Oh--
Oh, fuck.
-[whimpering]
-[intense music swells]
[wind whistling]
[thudding]
[breathing heavily]
[muffled voices echoing]
VOICE: [laughing]
YOUNG JACOB: Come here.
-[gurgling]
-[jingling]
YOUNG JACOB:
Put the bottle on the chair.
Claire, it won't open.
Wait, Claire.
Put the bottle on the chair.
[wind moaning, whistling]
[distant thudding]
Aw, shit.
[water running]
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.
-[phone rings]
-[ringing]
-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.
[exhales] 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?
[chuckles]
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?
[chair thuds, clatters]
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.
[chair thumps]
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!
[slam]
[yells]
Kid--no!
No!
[seagulls crying]
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.
MURDOCH:
"That made the wizard blush.
"'We won't give up yet, Dorothy,
for I know a lot of wizardry
that I haven't...'"
JACOB:
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?'"
MURDOCH: "'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.
[engine turns]
[intense music]
[music swells]
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.
[yelling] It's a sprint,
not a marathon!
MURDOCH: Easy.
-Up.
-[Jacob grunts]
Got it.
[light, airy music plays]
MURDOCH: Got it.
-[rap music blaring]
-[people whooping]
WOMAN: Yeah!
Aah! Shit.
Eyes on the prize, kid.
That's what I was doing.
Uh-huh.
What?
Lookin' o'er the waves of
[top clattering]
Darkness
I know that one. [clears throat]
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."
[laughs] 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...[laughing]
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?
-[phone rings]
-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...
-BOTH: Not a marathon.
[seagulls crying]
Hello?
Shit!
[intense music escalates]
Fuck this.
It's bullshit.
[eerie music plays]
[moans]
[thudding]
[thud]
[wind moaning]
[thud]
[thud, thump]
[wood creaking]
[dramatic musical sting]
What the fuck!
What the fuck?
[breathing heavily]
[thump, thud]
[loud thudding]
[thump, thud]
[thump, thud]
[thudding]
[thump, thud]
[loud thudding]
[hinges creaking]
[Jacob panting]
[echoing] 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?
-[voice fades]
-[heartbeat thumping]
[heartbeat thumping]
-[chimes tinkling]
-[Young Jacob panting]
[wood creaking, moaning]
[distant seagulls crying]
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?
-[waves splashing]
-[lighthouse wood creaking]
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.
[muttering]
No time for this bullshit...
[continues muttering]
-[indistinct yell]
-[chimes tinkling]
YOUNG JACOB:
Claire, it won't open.
-Put the bottle on--
-[indistinct yell]
[intense, eerie music
escalates]
-[thump]
-[seagulls screeching]
Hey, take her up.
Kid, pay attention.
Take her up.
Sor--I got it.
[click, whirring]
[distant mechanical grinding]
[stops]
[grinding]
[stops]
[sighs]
[rapid running footsteps]
[mechanical grinding]
[motor humming]
[motor shuts off]
[glass pieces clattering]
[Claire's voice echoing]
I hate you!
Hey!
[wood creaking]
Hello!
Hello?
[motor humming]
[eerie, haunting music plays]
[glass tinkling]
MURDOCH: Claire?
What the fuck?
Claire!
And you can't be hanging
your shit out of the window!
[glass tinkling]
[Claire muffled] I hate you!
[gurgling, gasping sounds]
Aah!
JACOB: Hey!
Hey, wait! Take me with you!
Hey! Hey, wait!
[dramatic music plays]
[seagulls crying]
[under breath]
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.
[crying seagulls grow louder]
[screeching seagulls intensify]
[labored breathing]
Fucking sprint. Not a marathon.
[heavy deescalating bass chords]
Aah!
[grunting]
[loud, running footsteps]
What?
What do you want?
[mechanical grinding starts,
stops]
[heavy bass chords deescalating]
[surf splashing in background]
Of course.
[motor humming]
[motor sputters out]
[motor humming]
[tinkling sound]
[motor dies out]
[motor humming]
[Jacob pounding on door]
[glass clattering, clinking]
WHISPERS: Come here.
[motor humming]
[motor clunking off]
Come on!
Jesus--come on!
[Jacob grunting, whimpering]
Come on!
Fuck!
[seagulls crying]
[tinkling chimes]
PHONE APP: 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.
[gurgling]
[voice distorting]
Nothing can disrupt my peace.
[wheezing breathing]
DISTORTED BASS VOICE:
Only good things await me.
[wheezing continues]
BASS VOICE: [slow motion]
I am in contr--
PHONE APP: [normal] 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.
[whispering voices]
-[phone app continues]
-VOICE: Come here.
[whispering voices continue]
[dramatic musical accent]
[tinkling chimes]
[whispering voices]
-[gurgling]
-[whispering]
DEEP WHISPERING VOICE:
Come here.
JACOB: Oh, shit!
NORMAL VOICE: Come here!
[distorted] Come here!
Oh, fuck!
Oh, my God!
[laughing]
Don't scare me like that.
-What do you want?
-APP: I choose positive...
Sorry. Is this a bad time?
I'm fine. It's fine.
What do you want?
-[app in background]
-You know what? Never mind.
Seriously?
APP: I am open.
My space is filled with joy.
[seagulls crying]
[distant gurgling
and choking sounds]
Shut up!
Shut up! What do you want?
Shut up!
Shut up!
[pounding, thudding]
-Shut up!
-[thudding, pounding]
Shut up!
Shut up!
[slam, thud]
What do you want?
Shut up!
Shut--
[gurgling, bubbling sound]
[gasping echoes]
[gasping, choking]
[gasping continues]
[wheezing, gasping]
VOICE: Come here!
JACOB: Ohh!
[dark, heavy music intensifies]
APP: My mind embraces
tranquility.
My body is calm
and my mind is free of worry.
I inhale peace
and I exhale fear.
[exhaling]
I breathe in clarity
and I release confusion.
-I am confident...
-[boat engine humming]
Olivia! Stop, please!
Olivia! Olivia, hey!
Wait! Olivia!
Our lighthouse was built
in 1917.
Wait!
I'm sorry!
Olivia!
Up ahead is the...
[continues under boat noise]
-Nice day, right?
-Oh, yeah.
My wife always used to say
this is...
I'm sorry.
[sniffles]
Where are you, Claire?
[chiming sounds]
What the fuck
made you crazy, Mom?
-Get out!
-[chiming]
CLAIRE: Are we gonna
get in trouble?
MAN: Whoa, wait!
Come on, Claire!
VOICE: [whispering] Come here.
[seagull chittering]
[dark, heavy music plays]
[gurgling, bubbling sounds]
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...
OLIVIA: Here you are.
Shine in
Uh, you okay?
It's a sprint, not a marathon.
[whispering] 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!
[whispery wheezing, gasping]
Jacob. Jacob.
Seriously.
What's happening?
[gasping, choking]
What?
[choking continues]
You can't hear it?
[choking, gasping continues]
OLIVIA: Hey.
Hey.
Why don't you sing
that song again? Hmm?
I want to hear it.
[gasping, choking continues]
Standing like the lighthouse
Mm-hmm.
On the shores of time
Looking o'er the waves
Looking o'er the waves
[choking and gasping continues]
Of darkness, sin and crime
[loud bang]
Put the bottle on the chair.
It won't open.
[intense escalating music]
[bang]
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.
[paint top clanging]
Jacob. Jacob!
-No, Jacob!
-Leave me alone!
[thunder rumbling]
-Open up!
-MURDOCH: Oww! Don't bite me!
-[dog barking]
-Open the door!
-It's Jacob.
-And?
He's not okay!
[news plays in background]
Hey, you down there?
[gurgling sounds]
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!
[keys clinking]
Open it.
[door creaking]
MURDOCH: 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.
-CLAIRE: I hate you!
-Well, I hate you too.
[tinkling]
Claire? No!
[sweeping melancholy
orchestration]
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.
-MURDOCH: 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!
[silent]
[somber music plays]
"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.
[uneasy, off-key music plays]
[whispering]
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."
-[young Jacob whispering]
-Yeah.
[whispering] collect
beach glass, paint flowers,
watch the sunset,
collect beach glass,
paint flowers, watch the sunset,
collect beach glass, paint
flowers, watch the sunset...
[gasps] Ah...
I must have been
nine or ten years old and...
I don't remember...
[young Jacob
continues whispering]
Come on!
[bang]
[whispering] Beach glass, paint
flowers, watch the sunset,
Oh, my God!
Beach glass, paint flowers...
-What?
-Oh, my God!
MURDOCH: What the hell?
-Jacob.
-MURDOCH: 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?
[birds crying]
There was no Claire.
What?
Wow.
[slowly escalating tense music]
Daisy.
-Daisy?
-I forgot about her.
Her name was Daisy.
[birds screeching]
I was here.
I was here with my friend Daisy.
YOUNG JACOB: 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...
-DAISY: 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.
ADULT JACOB: It wasn't paint.
It won't...open.
Oh, my God.
[gunshot]
Oh...oh, my God.
I don't get it, kid.
DEBRA: What happened?
Are you okay?
What happened to you?
[murmuring under breath]
Come on!
[echoing] On...on...on...
-Oh, my God.
-DEBRA: Jacob.
We never talk about this again.
Do you understand?
-I can't open it--
-[gunshot]
[whimpering]
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
[gasps]
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.
[sobbing]
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.
[Jacob crying]
I'm sorry.
-[police siren whooping]
-[police radio chatter]
[boat engine humming]
-Jacob.
-You can't go in there.
-I know him.
-Stay back here.
Stay right here.
[police radio chatter]
[mouthing] Thank you.
[mouthing] Are you okay?
[mouthing] I'm sorry.
[siren whooping]
[sniffles]
[helicopter blades thrumming]
-[siren whoops]
-[police radio chatter]
[stirring music plays]
[dove cooing]
[water splashing gently]
["There Will Be Peace"
by Kristine Jackson begins]
[mellow guitar]
JACKSON:
Shadows from the past
Like a looking glass
keep their sights on me
Strange as it seems,
it's like a living dream
And it weighs heavy on me
Sometimes I feel like
I'm winning
But the game never said
to pass go
Remember the ocean arising
The tide is always
in control
There will be peace
There will be peace
There will be peace
When the heart meets
the soul
There will be peace
There will be peace
There will be peace
When the heart
meets the soul
Where you gonna go
when the street signs
All seem to point
the wrong way?
And the pain in your heart
Knocks you right down
and sideways
Sometimes I feel like
I'm winning
But the game never said
to pass go
Remember the ocean arising
The tide is always
in control
There will be peace
There will be peace
There will be peace
When the heart
meets the soul
There will be peace
There will be peace
There will be peace
When the heart
meets the soul
Where you gonna go
when the street signs
All seem to point
the wrong way?
[new song begins]
[stirring instrumentals]
[boy vocalizing]
[moody escalating music]
[music stops]
[dramatic musical sting]
[distant voices, choking]
Shut up!
Shut up! What do you want?
Shut up!
[hammer thudding]
[motor thrumming]
-[thudding, pounding]
-Shut up! Shut up!
[loud thud]
Shut up!
What do you want?
Shut up!
Shut--
JACOB: 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.
[rustling sounds]
[soft, eerie chiming sounds]
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.
[soft, moody music plays]
She ever mention
a girl named Claire?
[music intensifies]
[not audible]
YOUNG JACOB:
Claire, it won't open.
[silent]
[dramatic musical sting]
[intense music escalates]
[music fades]
SONG:
That's too damn bad
That's too damn bad
It's too late now
for you to come around
That's too damn bad
[indistinct chatter]
[song continues in background]
[phone chimes]
Can I get you anything else?
-Oh, no. Thank you so much.
-Of course.
You can keep the change.
-Thanks.
-Yeah.
[uneasy music plays]
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--
[laughing] So serious.
[laughs]
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.
[laughs] But if you can
wait like...
15 minutes,
I have a better option.
-[man indistinct over PA]
-[boat bell dings]
OLIVIA: I've only been
doing it like two years, but...
here's my girl.
JACOB: 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.
[eerie bass music plays]
[hinges squeak]
[softly] Oh. Jesus Christ.
Mr. Murdoch?
Mr. Murdoch?
[ascending footsteps]
[hinges squeaking]
Anyone here?
[doorknob clatters]
[soft music escalates]
[engine puttering]
-[load thumps down]
-MURDOCH: 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.
-[chuckling]
-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.
[straining] You fix that crack
on the western deck.
[grunts] 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. [grunts]
If you're hungry, half a crappy
sandwich in the fridge.
-[engine turns]
-Stay off the bed by the door.
Bed? I'm sleeping here?
MURDOCH: Keep your ass
off the break wall.
-It ain't safe.
-Wait, sir!
I just--
[coughs]
SONG: Waiting on you
and you finally come through
It's amazing, you always
know just what to do
Oh, let the rhythm
take control
Take me to places
that I've never been
Showing me off
to all of your friends, oh
Feel it in your soul
Oh boy, pick yourself
off the floor
Wake up in your room...
One day at a time.
Oh oh oh
I know you feel it
My fingertips are blue
Ain't no way to resist it
We can't hide the truth
Waiting on you
and you finally come through
It's amazing, you always
know just what to do
Oh, let the rhythm
take control
Take me to places
that I've never been
Showing me off
to all of your friends, oh
Feel it in your soul
[music fades]
[bubbling, creaking sounds]
[gurgling sounds]
[seagulls crying]
[gurgling continues]
[uneasy music swells]
-[gurgling continues]
-Oh, so gross.
Oohs and ahhs
turn into kumbayahs
- In the Garden of Eden...
-Gross. Gross.
'Cause there ain't nobody
that do it like us
Waiting on you
and you finally come through
It's amazing, you always
know just what to do
Oh, let the rhythm
take control
Take me to places
that I've never been
Showing me off
to all of your friends, oh
Feel it in your soul
Oh yeah
[crickets chirping]
[snoring lightly]
ECHOING VOICE:
Put the bottle on the chair.
-Come on.
-Come on!
[chimes tinkling]
[waves splashing distantly]
Cup, cup, cup, cup,
cup, cup, cup.
[clinking]
[faucet squeaks]
[water rushing]
[engine humming]
[wood creaks]
[creak]
[creaking]
[breathing hard]
[uneasy music escalates]
[gasps]
[seagulls calling]
[quiet music plays]
[static on radio]
[indistinct singing]
-[static]
-[channels changing]
[new indistinct singer]
-[overlapping singing]
-[static]
[ascending footsteps]
-[thump]
-[hinges creaking]
Aw, Jesus, you're not
really eating that, are you?
Here.
Try something edible.
- Baby--
-[radio clicks off]
Finish up.
I'll give you the nickel tour
and then we gotta
pick up the paint.
[wind blustering]
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.
[shrill bird cries]
[laughs]
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.
[glass bauble splashes]
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.
[mellow music plays on radio]
-[distant phone rings]
-[indistinct singer on radio]
-[ringing]
-MAN: 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.
-[laughing]
-Yeah. Load 'em up.
Thanks, Dan.
Uh, Jim.
MAN: Put the bobbers all
together on the same shelf!
'Cause it doesn't make sense!
-Fuck me.
[phone rings]
[beep]
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.
[voice fading]
No, do not call me.
I will not...
YOUNG JACOB:
Claire, it won't open.
DEBRA: Let go of me! Let go!
-[muffled shouting]
-JACOB: 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!
[screaming] Get out!
Get out! Go! Get out!
YOUNG JACOB: Mommy!
[no audio]
[scream echoing]
[wind whistling]
[moody tinkling music plays]
[child vocalizing] Oh
OLIVIA: 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.
[chuckles] Well, you lasted
longer than the others.
I figured that you would want
a little tour leftovers.
Tofu. West Coast vegans.
-Close!
-[laughs]
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.
[engine turns]
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!
[camera lens snaps]
[light music plays]
[Jacob singing under breath]
God damn it.
He's gonna kill me.
[uneasy chords]
[soft, eerie music plays]
[distant choking and gurgling]
DEBRA: Get out! Get out!
[chimes jingling]
[shouting] What the fuck?
VOICE: 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?
[seagulls crying]
SONG: The truth is
you don't wanna fight
With a lady in a shady
little part of your mind
I wanna know if you felt
fully empty and dull
Would you spasm
when she rattles
In the side of your skull?
Oh oh oh oh, she won't
rest until you give into
Your pit of guilt, so pick
until she's sitting still
I wanna ask, but I won't
'cause I already know
-What you'd say...
-[thud]
[laughing]
Lunch?
Better than tofu?
-This is mucho better.
-[laughs]
-Thank you.
-Of course.
You been, uh, in the water yet?
[clears throat]
No. I can't swim.
What?
[laughing] 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.
-[door creaking]
-Me, I--it's funny.
I haven't been here in like...
I don't know, three years,
ever since I graduated.
-[wind moaning]
-[door creaking]
Really? Jacob...
-Geffin.
-Geffin.
-Geffin.
-Okay. Where'd you go to school?
Lorain High.
Go, Steelmen!
-Yes.
-Ah...
-[giggling]
-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?
[laughing]
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.
-[laughing]
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.
-[eerie shrill sounds]
-[chiming]
[door creaking]
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!
JACOB: Shit!
I'm sorry.
Ah, damn, that's sharp.
-Here.
-So much for your clean floor.
[hisses]
-Are you okay?
-Yeah, it's just sharp.
Sss. Ah...
Sorry.
It's fine.
[Velcro tearing]
I'll walk you out.
Okay, yeah.
Hey.
-[crunch]
-Aah!
-You okay?
-[crying] Oh! Oh--
Oh, fuck.
-[whimpering]
-[intense music swells]
[wind whistling]
[thudding]
[breathing heavily]
[muffled voices echoing]
VOICE: [laughing]
YOUNG JACOB: Come here.
-[gurgling]
-[jingling]
YOUNG JACOB:
Put the bottle on the chair.
Claire, it won't open.
Wait, Claire.
Put the bottle on the chair.
[wind moaning, whistling]
[distant thudding]
Aw, shit.
[water running]
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.
-[phone rings]
-[ringing]
-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.
[exhales] 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?
[chuckles]
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?
[chair thuds, clatters]
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.
[chair thumps]
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!
[slam]
[yells]
Kid--no!
No!
[seagulls crying]
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.
MURDOCH:
"That made the wizard blush.
"'We won't give up yet, Dorothy,
for I know a lot of wizardry
that I haven't...'"
JACOB:
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?'"
MURDOCH: "'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.
[engine turns]
[intense music]
[music swells]
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.
[yelling] It's a sprint,
not a marathon!
MURDOCH: Easy.
-Up.
-[Jacob grunts]
Got it.
[light, airy music plays]
MURDOCH: Got it.
-[rap music blaring]
-[people whooping]
WOMAN: Yeah!
Aah! Shit.
Eyes on the prize, kid.
That's what I was doing.
Uh-huh.
What?
Lookin' o'er the waves of
[top clattering]
Darkness
I know that one. [clears throat]
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."
[laughs] 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...[laughing]
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?
-[phone rings]
-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...
-BOTH: Not a marathon.
[seagulls crying]
Hello?
Shit!
[intense music escalates]
Fuck this.
It's bullshit.
[eerie music plays]
[moans]
[thudding]
[thud]
[wind moaning]
[thud]
[thud, thump]
[wood creaking]
[dramatic musical sting]
What the fuck!
What the fuck?
[breathing heavily]
[thump, thud]
[loud thudding]
[thump, thud]
[thump, thud]
[thudding]
[thump, thud]
[loud thudding]
[hinges creaking]
[Jacob panting]
[echoing] 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?
-[voice fades]
-[heartbeat thumping]
[heartbeat thumping]
-[chimes tinkling]
-[Young Jacob panting]
[wood creaking, moaning]
[distant seagulls crying]
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?
-[waves splashing]
-[lighthouse wood creaking]
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.
[muttering]
No time for this bullshit...
[continues muttering]
-[indistinct yell]
-[chimes tinkling]
YOUNG JACOB:
Claire, it won't open.
-Put the bottle on--
-[indistinct yell]
[intense, eerie music
escalates]
-[thump]
-[seagulls screeching]
Hey, take her up.
Kid, pay attention.
Take her up.
Sor--I got it.
[click, whirring]
[distant mechanical grinding]
[stops]
[grinding]
[stops]
[sighs]
[rapid running footsteps]
[mechanical grinding]
[motor humming]
[motor shuts off]
[glass pieces clattering]
[Claire's voice echoing]
I hate you!
Hey!
[wood creaking]
Hello!
Hello?
[motor humming]
[eerie, haunting music plays]
[glass tinkling]
MURDOCH: Claire?
What the fuck?
Claire!
And you can't be hanging
your shit out of the window!
[glass tinkling]
[Claire muffled] I hate you!
[gurgling, gasping sounds]
Aah!
JACOB: Hey!
Hey, wait! Take me with you!
Hey! Hey, wait!
[dramatic music plays]
[seagulls crying]
[under breath]
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.
[crying seagulls grow louder]
[screeching seagulls intensify]
[labored breathing]
Fucking sprint. Not a marathon.
[heavy deescalating bass chords]
Aah!
[grunting]
[loud, running footsteps]
What?
What do you want?
[mechanical grinding starts,
stops]
[heavy bass chords deescalating]
[surf splashing in background]
Of course.
[motor humming]
[motor sputters out]
[motor humming]
[tinkling sound]
[motor dies out]
[motor humming]
[Jacob pounding on door]
[glass clattering, clinking]
WHISPERS: Come here.
[motor humming]
[motor clunking off]
Come on!
Jesus--come on!
[Jacob grunting, whimpering]
Come on!
Fuck!
[seagulls crying]
[tinkling chimes]
PHONE APP: 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.
[gurgling]
[voice distorting]
Nothing can disrupt my peace.
[wheezing breathing]
DISTORTED BASS VOICE:
Only good things await me.
[wheezing continues]
BASS VOICE: [slow motion]
I am in contr--
PHONE APP: [normal] 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.
[whispering voices]
-[phone app continues]
-VOICE: Come here.
[whispering voices continue]
[dramatic musical accent]
[tinkling chimes]
[whispering voices]
-[gurgling]
-[whispering]
DEEP WHISPERING VOICE:
Come here.
JACOB: Oh, shit!
NORMAL VOICE: Come here!
[distorted] Come here!
Oh, fuck!
Oh, my God!
[laughing]
Don't scare me like that.
-What do you want?
-APP: I choose positive...
Sorry. Is this a bad time?
I'm fine. It's fine.
What do you want?
-[app in background]
-You know what? Never mind.
Seriously?
APP: I am open.
My space is filled with joy.
[seagulls crying]
[distant gurgling
and choking sounds]
Shut up!
Shut up! What do you want?
Shut up!
Shut up!
[pounding, thudding]
-Shut up!
-[thudding, pounding]
Shut up!
Shut up!
[slam, thud]
What do you want?
Shut up!
Shut--
[gurgling, bubbling sound]
[gasping echoes]
[gasping, choking]
[gasping continues]
[wheezing, gasping]
VOICE: Come here!
JACOB: Ohh!
[dark, heavy music intensifies]
APP: My mind embraces
tranquility.
My body is calm
and my mind is free of worry.
I inhale peace
and I exhale fear.
[exhaling]
I breathe in clarity
and I release confusion.
-I am confident...
-[boat engine humming]
Olivia! Stop, please!
Olivia! Olivia, hey!
Wait! Olivia!
Our lighthouse was built
in 1917.
Wait!
I'm sorry!
Olivia!
Up ahead is the...
[continues under boat noise]
-Nice day, right?
-Oh, yeah.
My wife always used to say
this is...
I'm sorry.
[sniffles]
Where are you, Claire?
[chiming sounds]
What the fuck
made you crazy, Mom?
-Get out!
-[chiming]
CLAIRE: Are we gonna
get in trouble?
MAN: Whoa, wait!
Come on, Claire!
VOICE: [whispering] Come here.
[seagull chittering]
[dark, heavy music plays]
[gurgling, bubbling sounds]
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...
OLIVIA: Here you are.
Shine in
Uh, you okay?
It's a sprint, not a marathon.
[whispering] 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!
[whispery wheezing, gasping]
Jacob. Jacob.
Seriously.
What's happening?
[gasping, choking]
What?
[choking continues]
You can't hear it?
[choking, gasping continues]
OLIVIA: Hey.
Hey.
Why don't you sing
that song again? Hmm?
I want to hear it.
[gasping, choking continues]
Standing like the lighthouse
Mm-hmm.
On the shores of time
Looking o'er the waves
Looking o'er the waves
[choking and gasping continues]
Of darkness, sin and crime
[loud bang]
Put the bottle on the chair.
It won't open.
[intense escalating music]
[bang]
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.
[paint top clanging]
Jacob. Jacob!
-No, Jacob!
-Leave me alone!
[thunder rumbling]
-Open up!
-MURDOCH: Oww! Don't bite me!
-[dog barking]
-Open the door!
-It's Jacob.
-And?
He's not okay!
[news plays in background]
Hey, you down there?
[gurgling sounds]
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!
[keys clinking]
Open it.
[door creaking]
MURDOCH: 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.
-CLAIRE: I hate you!
-Well, I hate you too.
[tinkling]
Claire? No!
[sweeping melancholy
orchestration]
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.
-MURDOCH: 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!
[silent]
[somber music plays]
"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.
[uneasy, off-key music plays]
[whispering]
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."
-[young Jacob whispering]
-Yeah.
[whispering] collect
beach glass, paint flowers,
watch the sunset,
collect beach glass,
paint flowers, watch the sunset,
collect beach glass, paint
flowers, watch the sunset...
[gasps] Ah...
I must have been
nine or ten years old and...
I don't remember...
[young Jacob
continues whispering]
Come on!
[bang]
[whispering] Beach glass, paint
flowers, watch the sunset,
Oh, my God!
Beach glass, paint flowers...
-What?
-Oh, my God!
MURDOCH: What the hell?
-Jacob.
-MURDOCH: 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?
[birds crying]
There was no Claire.
What?
Wow.
[slowly escalating tense music]
Daisy.
-Daisy?
-I forgot about her.
Her name was Daisy.
[birds screeching]
I was here.
I was here with my friend Daisy.
YOUNG JACOB: 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...
-DAISY: 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.
ADULT JACOB: It wasn't paint.
It won't...open.
Oh, my God.
[gunshot]
Oh...oh, my God.
I don't get it, kid.
DEBRA: What happened?
Are you okay?
What happened to you?
[murmuring under breath]
Come on!
[echoing] On...on...on...
-Oh, my God.
-DEBRA: Jacob.
We never talk about this again.
Do you understand?
-I can't open it--
-[gunshot]
[whimpering]
Oh, my God! Oh, my God!
[gasps]
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.
[sobbing]
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.
[Jacob crying]
I'm sorry.
-[police siren whooping]
-[police radio chatter]
[boat engine humming]
-Jacob.
-You can't go in there.
-I know him.
-Stay back here.
Stay right here.
[police radio chatter]
[mouthing] Thank you.
[mouthing] Are you okay?
[mouthing] I'm sorry.
[siren whooping]
[sniffles]
[helicopter blades thrumming]
-[siren whoops]
-[police radio chatter]
[stirring music plays]
[dove cooing]
[water splashing gently]
["There Will Be Peace"
by Kristine Jackson begins]
[mellow guitar]
JACKSON:
Shadows from the past
Like a looking glass
keep their sights on me
Strange as it seems,
it's like a living dream
And it weighs heavy on me
Sometimes I feel like
I'm winning
But the game never said
to pass go
Remember the ocean arising
The tide is always
in control
There will be peace
There will be peace
There will be peace
When the heart meets
the soul
There will be peace
There will be peace
There will be peace
When the heart
meets the soul
Where you gonna go
when the street signs
All seem to point
the wrong way?
And the pain in your heart
Knocks you right down
and sideways
Sometimes I feel like
I'm winning
But the game never said
to pass go
Remember the ocean arising
The tide is always
in control
There will be peace
There will be peace
There will be peace
When the heart
meets the soul
There will be peace
There will be peace
There will be peace
When the heart
meets the soul
Where you gonna go
when the street signs
All seem to point
the wrong way?
[new song begins]
[stirring instrumentals]
[boy vocalizing]