The Light Between Oceans Page #2

to want to marry me.

Better get you back home.

Or they'll have the troopers after me.

Come on.

Will you write to me?

Of course.

Dearest Isabel.

Each day and each night

when I look out across the ocean

I try to see you

standing on the pier.

I've been thinking

about our time together,

and what you said.

You were right.

I've been around so much death

for so long, that it has made me numb.

I suppose that's why I came to Janus

because out here

there is no one to hurt.

Out here, I am only responsible

for the light.

For many years, everything

I touched would fade away.

And you are so full of life it scares me.

Isabel. A parcel!

I admire your spirit too much

to let it be clouded by my darkness.

From Tom.

Yet, I can't stop

thinking about you.

And the time spent with you

allowed me to feel again.

And for that, I thank you.

And I'm forever grateful.

Yours, Tom.

Dearest Tom.

I've received your beautiful letter.

Thank you.

Thank you for opening up to me.

I know how hard that must be for you.

I also know how hard it is to have lost.

But we all have to get on with life.

And you still have a light inside of you.

I've seen it.

And it shines just as bright

as the stars in your sky.

Isabel,

I'm not too good with words.

Never have been.

I guess I never knew it was all right

to talk about the things I felt.

So, here it goes,

I'd love to show you

my island and my life.

And if you do decide to come,

I promise I will take care of you always.

And I'll do my very best

to be a good husband.

I hope you will like Janus

as much as I do.

Tom, when I first saw you,

I felt like I knew you,

and I couldn't stop

seeing my life with you.

And building a family together.

One that isn't stuck

in the pain of the past.

It's very pretty.

And so,

if you're asking me if my

proposition still stands...

then my answer is "yes."

"Yes. A thousand times, yes."

Please stand.

Have everybody's

attention, please!

I know I'm not in front of

my own school assembly now,

so I shall keep it short.

Tom.

Don't interrupt me, Tom.

Tom, it is clear to anyone who meets you

that you're talkative...

But you are also a very good man.

Now that's a relief because you have

the most precious thing in our lives.

Take good care of her.

Protect our little girl.

She's all we have.

And who knows?

Maybe, in the near future,

a new generation will come along.

So, here's to Isabel and Tom.

To Isabel and Tom!

Isabel and Tom!

There once was a swagman

Camped by a billabong

Under the shade of the coolibah tree

And he sang as he looked

At the waters and the meadows

Who'll come a-waltzing, Matilda

with me

Who'll come a-waltzing

Matilda, my darling

Who'll come a-waltzing, Matilda

with me

Waltzing Matilda

and needing a billabag

Who'll come a-waltzing, Matilda

with me

Who'll come a-waltzing

Matilda, my darling

Welcome to Janus.

You didn't tell me.

It came with the place.

Probably twice as old.

It doesn't play.

More of a relic.

Right now.

Concentrate.

You...

You make me...

You make me feel...

at peace.

Very strange.

- You look like a baby.

- Mmm.

Come on, big guy. Rufus.

Rufus. Come on.

You know Janus is where

the word January comes from.

Named after the same god

as this island.

He's got two faces, back to back.

Always looking both ways.

Torn between two ways

of seeing things.

January looks forward to the new year

and back to the old.

And this island looks in the direction

of two different oceans.

You're going to make our baby so clever.

How do you know it's just one?

Maybe it's twins. Or triplets.

Can you hear anything?

Are they talking yet?

They're saying I need

to carry their mum to bed

before the night gets too cold.

Mmm.

Storm looks like

it's not kidding around.

Where are you going?

I have to stay with the light.

Can I come with you?

Darling, you'll be safe down here.

You'll be all right. I promise.

Stay inside.

Tom.

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom!

Tom! Tom!

Isabel? Isabel. Isabel!

I'm sorry.

Don't you do this.

I'm so, so sorry.

Oh, my God.

It's not your fault.

It's no one's fault.

I'll go send for a doctor.

What's the point of a doctor?

The baby's gone.

There's you to consider.

No.

It's much too embarrassing.

One day,

when you've got five kids

running around

getting under your feet,

this'll all feel like a dream.

Jesus.

How dare you!

How dare I?

I told you I didn't need a doctor,

but you went behind my back?

No, Isabel, it's not...

I'm not having him

poking and prodding around,

telling me nothing I don't already know.

Wait, Isabel.

Isabel, wait! It's not...

Isabel!

How'd she take it, Tom?

Pleased as punch, I bet.

Looks like I'm making

sandwiches for lunch.

If you don't mind...

I'm just trying to make your piano

play a bit nicer for you.

Get some of these noises out of it.

Hey, hey. Come here.

So much for surprises, huh?

We can try again.

That sounded beautiful, darling.

Izz?

Izz?

Oh, no.

What is it?

What's wrong?

I felt...

All right. I felt...

You all right?

Fine.

Not now.

Woof!

No!

Isabel?

I think it's coming!

Breathe. Breathe. Breathe.

That's it. That's it.

It's too early.

It's okay. It's all right. It's all right.

What do I...

Make it stop!

What do you want me to do?

No! No!

Isabel, what do you want me to do?

- Tell me. Sit down.

- Oh no, God, no!

- It's too early...

- Shh...

It's too early! No!

Tell me what to do, Izz. What can I do?

What should I do?

Let me get you...

Tell me what to do, Izz!

What should I do?

Save it!

You have to save it, Tom!

- You have to save her.

- Oh...

Isabel!

Boat!

It's a boat!

Someone in it!

There's a man!

There's a body!

I'm here. I'm here, baby.

He's dead.

Get the baby to the house.

Where have you been?

Where have you been?

You're safe now.

There. You're safe now.

It's a girl.

She was starving.

Thank God we found her in time.

Shh...

I'll send a signal,

get them to send a boat for the body...

- and for Miss Muffet here.

- Wait, wait, wait, wait.

The poor man's not going

to get any worse now.

And this little chicken's had

quite enough boats for the moment.

Can we leave it a while?

Give her a chance to catch her breath.

It's all got to go in the log, sweetheart.

You know I have to report

everything straight away.

What if the boat belongs to a ship?

It's a dinghy,

not a lifeboat.

Izz?

Shh...

You talk a lot.

First thing in the morning, then.

As soon as the light's out.

You're safe now.

Tom?

Where are you going?

To send a signal.

It can't just be a coincidence

that she showed up so soon after...

Careful now.

She's a lovely baby,

but she doesn't belong to us.

We can't keep her.

Why not?

Who's to know she's here?

When Ralph and Bluey get here

in a few weeks, they'll know for a start.

No one will know she's not ours.

They all think I'm expecting.

They'll just be surprised

that she arrived early.

What about the dead man

in the boat?

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