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ACTION MAN:

I'll get you wherever you are!

(Eerie music playing)

Thomas.

Thomas.

Mama.

It's okay, mom.

Don't go.

- Don't run, don't go.

- I won't.

Come. Be with me.

(Gasping)

(Sizzling)

Ah!

Hello.

You turned up at last.

Good timing

Im just burning the fish.

It's good to see you.

How's your research coming?

Well, it's all right.

Could be better.

That's why Im here.

I was hoping I could get a tour.

Okay.

How about some lunch

before the tour? (Chuckles)

Is there anything

else on the menu?

Why is it that everyone

paints their boats

the exact same color

as their houses?

Well, that's actually

a tradition here.

The wife needs to be able

to look out on the water

and know her

husband's okay.

That's very romantic.

And we also

get a tax break

on the paint.

Which is also very romantic.

Very romantic.

RACHEL:
I can't make it!

Quick.

Do you ever get lonely

working out here?

You never get lonely

sitting at your typewriter?

Sometimes.

I like being alone.

Do you really

like it?

Or do you think it's

just something you've

gotten used to?

Or maybe I like it

because Ive gotten used to it.

- I love it out here.

- Who do you talk to?

Who do

you

talk to?

Isn't that what you

love about writing?

The solitude?

I write because...

well, I don't function

very well as a human being

unless Im writing

well, what are you writing now?

I'm not.

RACHEL:
Don't tell me

you paint as well!

Oh, no.

Kate, my wife.

She...

we haven't seen each

other for a long time.

She loved it out here at first.

But in the end,

the isolation was too much for her.

Loneliness

can make you

a little crazy, I think.

Come on.

Wow!

Kate could never understand

why I wouldn't leave here.

But my father lived here

and his father before him.

My great-grandfather,

he built the balcony

from wood that was washed

ashore from a shipwreck.

This is him.

I could never leave here.

You'll see why.

Come on.

By the way,

Ive brought you something

as a thank you for the tour.

It's one of my books.

- I had it sent.

- Thanks.

"Dreamers awake,"

by Rachel Carlson.

I'm impressed.

Is it a comedy or a tragedy?

Well, it's a mystery.

But please be kind... it is

the first novel I had published.

Weli...

Ill find out

all about you.

Maybe.

If you need any help,

just send out a flare.

- I'll keep an eye out for you.

- Thank you. I really...

I really enjoyed that today.

Aye. Me too.

SHARON:
So have you

slept with him yet?

RACHEL:
It's just nice to have

someone to talk to.

Meaning you haven't

slept with him.

You know,

you're starting to sound

like you're conducting

a tabloid interview, my friend.

You know me, always working,

always looking for the angle.

And you know I rely

on you for my kicks.

(Chuckles)

Is that the sea I can hear?

Yes, it's less

than 10 feet away.

- Can you hear the crashing?

- Wow, look at you.

Number one best sellers,

waves at your feet,

romance on a deserted island.

Tough life.

Rachel, Im sorry.

That came out wrong.

Sharon, forget it.

It's okay.

Look, I wouldn't have made it

this far without you.

I mean it.

I'll call you tomorrow, okay?

Okay.

Okay, don't peek.

(Beeping)

Qu... qu... qu-quick quick quick.

Ready?

- RACHEL:
Smile.

- Okay.

(Camera shutter clicks)

RACHEL:
And no faces this time.

Hurry hurry,

come on, come on.

Wait wait wait.

It's gonna come.

- You smiling?

You promise? - Yes.

- Yes.

- You promise?

ANGUS:
Rachei...

are you okay?

Rachel?

Is something wrong?

What's wrong?

I think I need to get back.

Why?

I'm sorry.

- Afternoon, Rachel.

- Afternoon.

Are we gonna see you

here on Sunday?

I don't think so.

Your man and I aren't

on very good terms.

Don't you worry about

that.

All the more

reason to come.

Your cross is broken.

I know.

It's this

weekend's chore.

It's the gate, isn't it?

What?

Why you're so sad.

You left the gate open.

You haven't been able

to go out there since

he died, have you?

RACHEL:
All right, ready?

All right, here we go.

Now face this way.

Okay, good.

Okay, let's smile.

Smile.

MORAG:
He's beside you,

your son.

He's dripping wet.

He follows you everywhere.

He's trying to hold your hand.

What's she been saying?

More of her psychic

mumbo-jumbo?

Listen, don't worry,

she'll say anything to get

somebody to talk to her.

Watch your fingers. Jim,

get us that dustpan and brush.

(Knocking on door)

MORAG:
Yes yes, I can hear her.

I'm not answering.

- RACHEL:
Is anybody here?

- I should have never

have gone to see her.

I don't want to talk

about it anymore.

I'm not listening.

You can keep talking,

but Im not listening.

I'm not getting out

of this chair

for the love of god or money.

I can't save her.

I can't save anyone.

Things are gonna get worse.

Rachel. Come in.

Do you think it's possible?

Do you think I could be

getting messages from him?

I don't know.

Maybe.

Maybe the dead miss us

even more than we miss them.

I've replayed it so many times.

If Id only gone out to play

with him like I said I would,

that this never would

have happened.

And I keep thinking of him

in the water, struggling,

and I wasn't there.

I'm the mother.

I'm supposed to be there to

protect him, and I wasn't.

I came here thinking

that I could write,

and that everything

would be okay.

And you know what?

It's not okay.

It's not okay,

and Im not okay.

Rachel, shh.

Shh shh shh.

(Romantic music playing)

(Celtic ballad playing)

What is this?

It's an old Celtic ballad.

"Caileag an stoirm."

"Girl in the storm."

It's beautiful.

I finished your book.

Did you learn all about me?

Maybe.

Here.

I made something for you.

To inspire you.

I'll leave a key out for you...

so you can come up

whenever you want to,

in case Im out

fishing or something.

Look,

it's mother-of-pearl.

I love these.

Do you know the old

Celtic legend about them?

- About those?

- Yeah.

No.

Come on.

First,

we have to bury it together.

- Together.

- Right.

And then if one

of us ever returns

and digs it up, then...

then we were meant

for each other?

Well, actually,

I don't know because

I just made it up.

Very Celtic of you.

You know, I was thinking

that exact same thing.

Do you know Mary,

Finlay's wife?

She's having a little

birthday thing

in the village tomorrow,

and I was thinking

that maybe you'd like to go.

I'd love to go.

So like, 2:
00?

hey, Rachel.

I'll see you tomorrow.

(Motor turns over)

RACHEL:
"she lay there

in the half light of the cabin

unable to sleep.

In the morning,

she told him she had,

for there were still

some limits

to the things she could

say to him then.

But most of the night,

she watched his eyelids

and his lips and his face.

And in the stillness,

she felt peace."

(Folk music playing)

- Hey, Rachel, how you doing?

- Hello.

- Are you all right?

- Oh, Im all right.

Rachel, you made it!

Oh, great.

- There you go, honey.

- I've got something for you.

Happy birthday.

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