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becoming more attractive.

- You know what I think?

- What?

It's only just the start, Spoonsi...

It's only just the start.

Ian.

When?

Looks like about an hour or so.

Whoever did this probably

left with lighthouse keepers.

Oh f***!

Oh f***!

Don't even think about it, Ian.

Hopkins!

Hopkins!

- Come on!

- Sorry...

No. I'm not going down there.

No way.

Fine. Stay here on your own.

Bugger!

You're hiding something from me.

I can see it in your eyes.

And what's hiding in your eyes,

Mr. Spader?

I think we see

what we want to see, don't we?

Hopkins? Hopkins!

How long now, Campbell?

- Go on!

- What is he doing?

- Campbell!

- Is that Campbell?

Come on Campbell,

you f***ing piss-head.

- Almost there.

- You said that five minutes ago.

- Just give me another minutes or two.

- Get a move on, you drunken git.

What a little charmer.

Gehenna Lighthouse. This is

ground station. Come in.

You tried to reach me?

You called me, over.

You called me, over...

Campbell.

Come on, man.

Campbell, for f***'s sake!

Well perhaps he's

having a nice dip, eh?

- We have a serious problem here.

- Yeah I know! I know we have!

And that problem

hasn't gone away.

- How do you know?

- Hopkins saw him.

Hopkins?

What kind of shape's he in?

Bad shape.

Excuse me,

but did we miss something?

Leo Rook...

What's about him?

He was on the boat tonight.

- Why didn't you tell us about this?

- No one has to tell you anything, Spader.

- You knew all along.

- Of course she knew.

- Why the hell do you think she's here?

- I'm a criminal psychiatrist.

- I'm writing a paper on him.

- Two words will sum that up: sick f***!

Still. She'll get letters

after her name.

Well I hope they'll look good

on a f***ing grave!

So how come you ended up

with Leo Rook?

I was there to examine the evidence.

His flat was littered with his

"specimen collection".

Fingers...

Hair... Hands...

Believe me, we're next!

First job, straight into the sh*t

and straight into my head.

So I suggest we get that radio working

and stick together!

- I still have authority here, McCloud!

- No you don't! He does!

Campbell, what the hell?

Watch it, Spader!

- This is not what I'd call "fixed".

- Christ, our bloody lifeline!

Quiet! Let's go find him.

You okay up there?

Campbell's missing, the radio's history,

Spader's a little microwaved.

But he's all right?

Just you remember why Spader's with us

in the first place, Doctor McCloud.

So I'd keep your hands

off the cargo if I were you.

F*** you!

What did you say on the board?

What did you say on the board?

About Spader?

Epileptic fit.

At least that's what he said.

Still, he had a chance to escape,

and hasn't.

True.

Where would he go?

Campbell!

Campbell!

Let's get the bastard.

This is not a democracy Spader.

Right, McCloud?

In theory, yes!

But we're not in prison now

and we're all in equal danger.

- So we vote, right?

- Right.

Two options:
go or stay. If we go,

we may have some chance of survival.

The odds are kind of low either way,

so I suggest we leave.

Close it, Spader.

McCloud, you're out of your depth.

I make decisions around here.

- We should leave right now!

- Excellent plan.

You're trusting her?

Her to make a decision?

An obsessive woman,

who spends her entire life

peering under a microscope

at this madman?

- You trust her?

- Spooner, Weevil, how about you two?

- Well, we're with you man.

- You got us out of the sh*t before.

- No.

- No, no. We mean Spader.

Without him,

we'd be counting fishes now.

It's settled! We're leaving.

O'Neil?

Your opinions don't concern me.

But if we stay here and fight,

like men,

trap the bastard, corner him,

give him what he you deserves,

We've odds of six to one.

The choice is clear.

We stay and fight,

or leave like cowards.

Come on, Spoons.

- Oh, no... Oh, no...

- Goslet.

Mr. Goslet, I'm going to f***ing hit you

in a minute if you don't shut up!

- Come back here!

- We'd better swim for it!

- That's it!

- Swim for it!

Leave him alone!

Spader come back here!

- Get away from me!

- Goslet, come back!

- Spader, get away from me!

- Come here!

Get away!

- What are you doing?

- Get up!

- Get up! Come on! You'll be all right.

- Leave me alone!

It's six against one.

We'll be all right. It's okay.

Spader...

Goslet...

You out here?

O'Neil?

Shhh!

O'Neil?

Not so loud, damn it.

Where are you?

I'm looking for

Spader and Goslet.

Well they're coming towards us,

I suggest you do the same.

I'm heading back now.

Just be careful, all right?

Get back in the...

McCloud?

...as soon as you can do you...

McCloud?

O'Neil?

- Are you all right, Weevil?

- O'Neil?

O'Neil, can you hear me?

- Okay?

- Okay.

- O'Neil? Come on and speak to me.

- Come on. Let's get back inside.

- Come on.

- Battery's dead.

Rook... Oh, Jesus!

O'Neil?

- He's gone.

- It's my fault. It's my fault.

Easy, Goslet.

Just keep calm.

We'll be okay if we stick together.

Remember what I said: five to one.

- You said six.

- F***!

- What is this?

- It's, a...

Spoon's getting the batteries

out of that.

Well...

This here...

- It's a Morse transmitter.

- I haven't seen one of those since...

I haven't seen one of those.

- You're good at this.

- Not that good.

- You think you can get it to work?

- I can fix it.

- I hope we all know our Morse code.

- Campbell did.

- Thank you, Spoons. It's very useful.

- All right.

My friend.

Oh God...

- There's a catch.

- I knew it.

- We need to take this thing out of here.

- Okay, how far out?

I don't know, as far as possible.

You see...

The building will distort the signal so bad

it'd never be able to make it out.

We need to send a clean, clear signal.

Which means...

We have to go outside.

Look, I know what I'm talking about here.

That kind of means that you...

well, you two... are our best bet.

Exactly what does you mean by "you two"?

He's the electrical expert.

Spoons, it may have escaped your notice

but wherever he goes, you go.

Weevil.

No.

I can't. I can't!

Okay.

Okay.

Okay, something else.

Something else...

Okay.

Yes!

Okay, I've got an idea.

I've got an idea. Right.

We're going to trap him in here.

I know, it's what O'Neil wanted to do.

Maybe he wasn't

such a f***ing prick after all.

First, we've got to seal the windows

and all the doors, except that one.

- Spader.

- Yeah?

Where do you propose we hide?

All right!

Spread out across the floor.

Everyone has to cover a

different section of the room below.

It's a pity Campbell's not here.

He could have just pissed in these bottles.

You've all got some kind of light?

Okay, I'm going to be watching from

that window. As soon as I give the nod...

Goslet, you throw first,

followed by you two, and then McCloud.

I'll try and finish him off.

Now, as soon as he's cooking,

you two should get the hell out of here.

Everyone clear?

- Well, yeah.

- Good.

Now we wait.

- Ian?

- Thank you.

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