Deeply
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Claude, leave them there.
I'll come back for them later.
You sure you don't want
to stay for a drink?
Some other time, Fi...
Gotta brush up my local charm.
Tourist season,
you know.
Do you mind taking
this mail to the blue house?
Watch out
for ghosts, kiddo!
Claire!
Uncle Peat!
Here she comes,
there's my girl.
Huh...
This must be Claire.
20 years in Europe...
- Long time away, Fiona.
I know.
I thought it was time she saw
Though Mom's probably rolling
in her grave with laughter.
There you go.
Oh! Leaving me
this place out of spite.
Franny did have
a cruel streak.
A bit of elbow grease
and it'll be as good as new.
That's rustic chic!
It's great.
What do you think,
Claire?
What do you think
about the old rock?
My opinion matters?
Claire!
- It takes...
some time
getting used to it.
Another 50 years,
you'll be fitting in just fine.
Hey!
I thought
you should practice.
I know what it gets like
when you leave it.
I told you
I was finished.
I told you!
It was just
an idea.
Claire!
She won't even cry.
L... you did the right
thing bringing her here.
You did
the right thing.
Go on...
Go on, imbecile.
Come on.
Hello?
Hello?
Eeny, meeny, miney, mo...
Who
in the Christ are you?
Make a habit in breaking
into strangers' homes.
Young mute girl took
a wrong turn at the mall?
I was asked to give
this to you... That's all.
His family was always
afraid its own shadows.
What did you do,
try to drown that?
PH...
Why they don't burn
all the books in the world?
No one's reading them,
'cause no one's publishing them.
Que sera sera.
Kiss my ass!
No one cares about
fairy tales anymore.
Goddamn publishers.
Bit'em in the ass!
They want rejection letters,
I'll show them
rejection letters...
wearing know-it-alls.
Thinking, thinking... so busy
thinking they forget their hearts.
rusting clothes-pegs.
Never read
the end of a story first.
Ever!
A good story has
the power to heal the soul.
Typical.
You don't know me.
You don't know
anything about me.
Don't I know?
So I thought tomorrow...
we could pack a lunch
and go look around.
The lighthouse, maybe.
Or go hike to the point?
Claire?
Are you sleeping?
...private sector bids
to purchase local ocean frontage,
land considered traditional
fishing grounds,
deemed to be of no commercial
use to the communities,
after the mysterious disappearance
of fish stocks in recent years.
Sale of the land would bring
revenue to this part of the country.
Though scientists hold little hope
for the return of the stocks,
out of work fishermen
hold out for a miracle.
This is Andrew Young,
and that's the news for this hour.
It's 10:
15 and time fora little mid-morning Bach.
I need a boat.
There's only
one boat on this island,
Peat's got it up on land.
Clyde won't be back
'til next week.
No way off
this time of the year.
That is unless
you've got fins.
Stupid deserted rock!
Fish's gone.
Kids grow up,
get jobs in the city.
What's your excuse?
It's quiet here.
Usually.
Well, I've got 20,000 breaths
in a day, kid...
I just wasted
about 18 on you.
I've got work to do!
You've got something
to say, say it fast.
Your story...
What's it about?
Stupid deserted rock!
Your basic love story.
By the sea.
Riveting.
You gotta hear the whole
thing to understand.
If you're not up to it...
Then I'll start
at the beginning,
as all stories must.
In kinder times,
there was an island
whose heart and
blood was fish,
more fish than
any place in the sea.
Oh, thank God.
- Rose?!
Hurry!
Come on, come on!
Up on the table!
It's okay, it's okay now.
On the table.
Yeah.
Just like I told you.
Breathe!
That's right.
Okay.. -
Now push!
That's right,
now push... Yeah!
Aahhh!
Yeah!
- Here she comes!
- Aaaahh!
Yeah!
Here she is!
Isn't she beautiful?
That's some pretty.
The first
child of the fishing season.
It was a birth
of great significance.
Perhaps this child
was the one...
Amen.
Amen!
You two,
stay away from her.
Stay away.
I've got a feeling
about it, Stone.
I know it's her.
If she is,
a sign will come.
She'll get
a sign soon enough.
...that offers
bounty and mercy,
Who will grant to this child that,
which by nature she cannot have,
she will be
baptized by water.
Man".
Ha, ha, ha, ha...
Yeah!
One day,
Porter decided it was time.
Though her mother
was from the mainland,
Silly was an islander
through and through.
She'll live by the sea,
she must learn to swim in it.
it was the sign
Indeed,
Silly was the one.
They were brown, Doctor.
Her eyes were brown.
It's not uncommon,
babies' eyes changing color.
We've got to get her
to the mainland.
There was something
in that water...
She's not the same!
- Calm yourself, Rose...
- Tell him, Porter, tell him!
Listen to doctor
Stone, Rose.
She'll be fine
soon enough.
All will be well.
But all was not well.
Little Silly
refused to sleep.
Night after night,
for something her parents
could not possibly understand.
Give it to me!
The sea was a powerful
and mysterious mistress,
and no one dared
question her secrets.
No one but Rose,
that is.
A schoolteacher
from the mainland,
she wasn't afraid
She was determined
to find out
what happened to Silly
in the water that day.
Doctor?
Please.
I feel it,
I know something's wrong.
As the head
of the island's founding family,
he was sworn to silence.
Your imagination is
something to behold, Rose.
to better use than this.
If you care anything for her,
and anything for me at all...
if you still care at all,
you must promise...
Look out for her.
Please, John.
You have my word.
Yeah, I know...
Silly, come here.
The years
of worry had taken their toll.
Rose grew ill from a fever
that had swept the island.
No matter...
what happens to Momma...
promise me...
you'll stay out
of the water.
Promise me, Silly.
I promise.
Silly filled her sleepless
nights wandering the island shore,
an outsider with
no one to understand her.
No one but the sea.
Day after day,
year after year,
Silly immersed herself
in the ways of her island.
Soon she had
all but forgotten
the mysterious image
she had seen so long ago.
Silly had a way with
the sea like none other.
She was strong and salty
and smarter than any of them,
and a welcome
addition on the wharf
on account of
her agreeable disposition.
Oh Peat...
Put your eyes back in
your goddamn fat chowder head.
Then one day,
something happened
that even Silly
could not explain.
The fish simply...
disappeared.
Are the tides taking
them out to sea?
I would take a thousand tides,
- clear out that bay.
It's happening again.
The curse.
Ba... What curse?
Oh...
It's just old
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