Beneath the Light (2024)

[bunniefuu]

[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 a*s

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 g*dd*mn 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 b*tch!

Oh, hey. That's all yours.

Most exercise that delivery

kid's seen in a lifetime.

It almost k*lled 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!

-f*ck 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 k*ll me.

[uneasy chords]



[soft, eerie music plays]



[distant choking and gurgling]

DEBRA: Get out! Get out!

[chimes jingling]

[shouting] What the f*ck?

VOICE: Hello?

Hello?

You deaf?

No. Sorry.

Well, sorry doesn't cut it.

We got sh*t 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 ill*gal

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, sh*t! f*ck!

JACOB: sh*t!

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, f*ck.

-[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, sh*t.

[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 a*s 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 sh*t

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 sh*t?

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! sh*t.

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.

f*ck' 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?

sh*t!

[intense music escalates]

f*ck this.

It's bullshit.

[eerie music plays]



[moans]

[thudding]

[thud]

[wind moaning]

[thud]

[thud, thump]

[wood creaking]

[dramatic musical sting]

What the f*ck!

What the f*ck?

[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 b*stard.

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 f*ck?

Claire!

And you can't be hanging

your sh*t 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]

f*cking 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!

f*ck!

[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, sh*t!

NORMAL VOICE: Come here!

[distorted] Come here!

Oh, f*ck!

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 f*ck

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? f*ck 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 k*lled 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 sh*t.

You wanna know? I'll show you!

[keys clinking]

Open it.

[door creaking]

MURDOCH: Pick up the box.

Bring it here.

Sit your a*s 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 f*ck?

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 f*ck?

...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 sh*t 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.

[g*nsh*t]

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--

-[g*nsh*t]

[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 g*n

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]