Half Light Page #3

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That's so sweet of you.

Thanks very much.

Would you like a drink?

- A lager.

- It's on the way.

Rachel, your glass is empty.

Happy birthday to you

happy birthday to you

happy birthday, dear Mary

happy birthday to you.

(Cheers and applause)

Happy birthday.

Excuse me, Mary,

Im sorry to interrupt.

I'm meeting a friend here

Angus McCulloch.

- I thought you might

have seen him.

- What are you talking about?

Well, he was supposed

to be here an hour ago.

The lighthouse keeper.

Aye, I know who he is.

What does he look like,

your Angus?

Um...

dark hair, nice blue eyes.

Aye, that sounds like Angus.

I've not seen him

these seven years,

and neither have you,

'cause he's dead.

No, there must be some mistake.

Oh, he's dead all right,

him and the wife.

I chose the dress

we buried her in.

No, you're kidding,

right?

Reverend, you've been

out to the lighthouse,

haven't you?

No, not for years.

- Nobody goes out there anymore.

- But you know Angus McCulloch.

I used to, aye, but...

he's been dead for six...

no, seven years.

Is this a joke?

Rachel, this isn't funny.

People here don't

laugh about this.

What is this?

Why... why are you doing this?

Why... why are you doing this?

(Speaking foreign language)

Angus?

Loneliness can make you

a little crazy, I think.

ANGUS:

Kate could never understand

why I wouldn't leave here.

But my father lived here,

and his father before him.

I could never leave here.

Maybe the dead miss us

even more than we miss them.

FINLAY:
Rachel.

What are you doing here?

You're gonna stir up trouble.

I came to look for Angus.

Angus McCulloch is dead

and buried.

I saw him jump off

that cliff over there.

I was with him, right here,

last night.

You couldn't have been.

Seven years ago

I came out to visit Angus,

just as I had done

dozens of times before.

There was a tape playing...

"caileag an stoirm"...

Angus's favorite song.

I found Kate inside.

Angus came home early

from the village,

caught her in bed

with a local fisherman...

Gordon McCloud.

It had been going on

for months.

Angus was the only

one that didn't know

anything about it.

I caught a glimpse of him,

through the window.

I followed him up to the balcony,

but I was too late.

I felt for him.

We all did.

He just worshipped Kate.

When he caught her with Gordon,

he must have just snapped.

I heard all this from Kate.

She lived long enough

to tell me that Angus

didn't kill her.

She came between them

in the struggle.

Just before she died,

she prayed that Angus

would forgive her.

We all knew what was going on.

Nobody said anything.

Those three deaths are

as much on our hands

as they are on his.

It just can't be the same man.

I...

I can prove he was here.

If I can just get

this film developed.

There's a photo

of us together, and...

well, I... I must

have just misplaced

the film somewhere.

You couldn't have met

anyone out there.

He also did

a carving

for me that...

- Rachel.

...was right here.

Rachel, nobody goes

out there anymore.

The lighthouse was automated

after the murders

so we wouldn't have to.

And nobody's lived

in this house since then, either.

What do you mean,

this house?

Well, this was

Gordon McCloud's house.

He and Kate used to signal

each other with lights

when Angus was away.

This who you mean?

This just doesn't make any sense.

I've been with him practically

every day this last month.

We've eaten together,

we've walked on the beach,

we've been with the horses.

It's not like

Ive been out there

talking to myself all this time.

Well, if you've been flirting

with Angus McCulloch,

who's that buried

in Ingonish cemetery?

(Gasps)

You didn't believe us, eh?

I don't know what

to believe anymore.

You still haven't

fixed the cross.

No. No, I haven't.

It's this weekend's chore.

Excuse me.

You have some newspapers

missing on the microfilm.

It's a miracle we have

any there at all.

What you looking for?

Anything around

February 12th or 13th, 1998.

The McCulloch murder.

Kids probably pinched them.

Gory murders... kids love 'em.

What about internet access?

(Speaks foreign language)

The computer's being fixed.

Sorry.

Look. I just need anything

that has a photo

of Angus McCulloch.

Try Ullapool public library.

- (Dials)

- (Ringing)

MAN:
You have reached

Ullapool public library.

We are closed at this time and

will reopen on Monday at 9:00.

(Beeps)

(Speaking foreign language)

- He wasn't there?

- No.

I don't understand.

His stuff, his boat...

- something must have been there.

- No no, nothing was there.

It was like he never existed.

There must be some explanation.

Yeah.

Heck, Im losing it,

that's the explanation.

Maybe I shouldn't have come.

Have you spoken to Robert?

No. Maybe he was right

and I shouldn't have

gone off the medication.

Rachel, just come home.

Just get out of there

and come back.

You know what?

Maybe I did imagine Angus.

He seemed so perfect.

And there isn't

anything that perfect.

- Is there?

- Listen, Im coming to you.

I'll get on the next plane

and Ill be there in a few hours.

You just sit tight.

You stay there, okay?

Okay.

I'll see you soon.

(Dings)

- (Banging)

- (Gasps)

(Wind howling)

Rachel!

What are you doing here?

I knew you'd be here!

Rachel!

Come down

and meet me inside.

Sharon, he's here... Angus.

- What?

- He was on the balcony.

I saw him, then I saw you,

and then he was gone.

You didn't see him.

You didn't see anything.

- Your mind is playing

tricks on you. - No no.

- No.

- Come on, let's go home.

Sharon, he's right there,

in the doorway.

- There's no one there.

- Turn around.

I am not gonna turn around.

I'm not buying into this fantasy.

There's nobody there.

Listen to me.

I want you to do something for me.

Close your eyes.

Do this.

Close your eyes

and when you open them again,

he'll be gone.

You have to do this.

You make him go away

now,

and he'll never come back again.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

And now he'll be gone.

He's coming towards us.

He's right behind you.

See?

Nothing.

Nothing.

Can we go now?

WOMAN:
Legs, 11.

We have legs, 11.

Now what about 1 and 6?

It's sweet 16.

We'll not see that again,

will we?

And the next number is 88...

two fat ladies.

Bingo, bingo!

Where's Finlay?

Is he in here?

Would you come with me? I want

you to come with me right now.

What are you talking about?

I can't come with you.

Rachel, what are you doing?

(Murmuring)

He stabbed her right here.

So there'd be blood everywhere.

She was right here.

Well, she's not here now.

Come on, let's go.

She was here.

We need to do something.

Get more police here.

I'm not taking

anyone else out there.

I'm telling you,

someone must have moved the body.

Rachel, Rachel.

I want you to listen to me.

Angus McCulloch is dead.

And Ill bet your friend

is at home right now

reading the newspaper

and eating scones.

(Dialing)

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