Speaker 1: M thirteen days of Halloween is from grim and mild blumhouse,
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Speaker 1: So this is your father? Yes, and no. He's the
Speaker 1: man who raised me. Well, what happened to your real parents?
Speaker 1: I never knew them. He found me the same way
Speaker 1: that I found you on the beach. Yes, how old
Speaker 1: were you? An infant? MM HM. Did you grow up
Speaker 1: in here? Don't be silly. There's a house a little
Speaker 1: further up the path. That's where we lived. It's since collapsed.
Speaker 1: He's lived here upstairs since, with the light bathed in it.
Speaker 1: How does he sleep? I'm not sure that he does anymore.
Speaker 1: Come so, he's very temperamental. Try not to take it personally.
Speaker 1: He's just very suspect of newcomers, especially those who come
Speaker 1: in from the water. Don't you worship the sea? M Hm,
Speaker 1: he's not really one of us. Hello that you go? Yes, sir, well,
Speaker 1: don't harbor in the stairs. Will come on up. Whatever
Speaker 1: happens to not tell him how I found you. Why
Speaker 1: he doesn't trust the scene. Girl coming, is that WHO's
Speaker 1: start with? You said, stepped close from my eyes, played
Speaker 1: tricks in the light well, this is a friend of mine, Papa. Yes, yes,
Speaker 1: from moments I thought you who. For a second I
Speaker 1: thought I saw a ghost. She looked like George Barrow
Speaker 1: in the shadows, George Barrow. Isn't that a good man?
Speaker 1: George was but a damn fool. Where you say you
Speaker 1: came in from, Miss I didn't. She came in from
Speaker 1: the road. What's that? The road, I see, you see.
Speaker 1: Would you like a drink, whether it's frightful tonight? Yes, please, yes, please,
Speaker 1: I hear child. You can drink from my glass. I've
Speaker 1: had enough tonight. Thank you. Now which way. You say
Speaker 1: you came in from the road. You're sure about that
Speaker 1: and you remember? You're right in any details you can recall?
Speaker 1: Or would you say I just kind of found yourself
Speaker 1: here the road? It is. Welcome home to dire book. Look,
Speaker 1: I don't mean to interrogate you nothing. It's just so.
Speaker 1: I don't get a ton of visits out here from
Speaker 1: folks who came in under road. Usually the people that
Speaker 1: show up here start off down there on the rocks,
Speaker 1: dragged in on the tide. Funny thing, Ain't it? Old
Speaker 1: Damn point of a lighthouse is to make sure boats
Speaker 1: don't crash, but there ain't never any boats out there
Speaker 1: to begin with, just the people down there and them rocks.
Speaker 1: You sure you're not the seafaring type? Okay, okay, just
Speaker 1: double checking, because if you was, you'd know that Diet
Speaker 1: Brook hardly has any business even having a lighthouse. Ain't
Speaker 1: no trade routes without a couple hundred miles here, and
Speaker 1: we're not exactly a tourist destination. So who are we
Speaker 1: keeping a light on? Four this lighthouse was abandoned where
Speaker 1: before I took a post here. No idea where it
Speaker 1: came from when it was operational last. To be honest,
Speaker 1: I only moved in in the first place because I
Speaker 1: needed a place to squat while I figured out my
Speaker 1: next move. See Me, I didn't come in from there
Speaker 1: on the sea either. Why? I came in, like you,
Speaker 1: on the road, running away from what life had differed me.
Speaker 1: Is that what you're doing? You're running. Well, I can't
Speaker 1: speak for you. I had run for too long by
Speaker 1: the time I found myself here and I was tired.
Speaker 1: I wanted to turn things around, find some great appurtose
Speaker 1: and all of that, but may commends for my past sins.
Speaker 1: Where do you get started with something as big as
Speaker 1: being reborn? Sure as hell not out in the world.
Speaker 1: I don't know how people can hear themselves think. Kind
Speaker 1: of clear day out there, let all listen, so odd
Speaker 1: that they can hear the ticking at their innermost clockwork.
Speaker 1: But then I found myself here die are book quiet queen.
Speaker 1: But the people you met him right, something not right
Speaker 1: about him. EXTEP me out a little from again. Friendly
Speaker 1: like sure offered me a place to stay in the
Speaker 1: infant at the diner, through your old damn welcome body
Speaker 1: in the town square, but that take your way down
Speaker 1: in the very most complicated parts of my old damn being.
Speaker 1: told me that while they was good folks, they was off.
Speaker 1: But if it was solitude I was looking for, this
Speaker 1: was sure the lace I was going to signed. I
Speaker 1: had seemed the lineouts down on the road and came
Speaker 1: up to explore. The place was all right and through
Speaker 1: you could hear the wind and the waves whistling through
Speaker 1: the open spaces in the walls and Sneel and it
Speaker 1: was all salt hair and choose the smell of black bulls.
Speaker 1: Exactly what I was looking for. Oh I fine it.
Speaker 1: I learned my key a few spare bulbs and storage,
Speaker 1: huge pain, and he asked focus half of them. Their
Speaker 1: film has busted, but I found the working woman got
Speaker 1: it assaid Nice and pretty. It's the switch. And what's
Speaker 1: that sucker shine? Mesmerizing, watching that beam sweep over the
Speaker 1: roll and waves like a constant reminder of the world
Speaker 1: in front of her. I can't feel my darkness being
Speaker 1: chased away. And that night from day one. But that
Speaker 1: night wasn't without its horror, of course. I remember thinking
Speaker 1: that first poor fellow whod up was lucky to be alive.
Speaker 1: We looked at mess. That man was a priest's thoughts,
Speaker 1: man of God. His color was still fixed in his shirt,
Speaker 1: but everything else was all shredded and threadbare. Beyond his clothes,
Speaker 1: even serrated fleshwoods, bones broken and all kins were natural ways.
Speaker 1: Were more striking was the state of his skin. Couldn't
Speaker 1: put my finger on it. What it seemed that just hangered,
Speaker 1: especially around the more vulnerable areas, his eyes and the
Speaker 1: kindness of his mouth. Like when you tenderize a piece
Speaker 1: of meat, it loses all elasticity, becomes this play do thing.
Speaker 1: That looks more masked than man when he was disoriented
Speaker 1: and shoot. Understandably so. You ever had a near death experience,
Speaker 1: let me tell you, no matter how it happens, till
Speaker 1: you're standing on the precipice of the VIBE and spit
Speaker 1: right into it, will do something to you. Not Okay,
Speaker 1: you are. Nobody comes back from that for same. And
Speaker 1: I thought that's what I was dealing with. Here is
Speaker 1: this priest, this survivor. Oh he was all in a
Speaker 1: patic something about his friends still being down on the rocks,
Speaker 1: but their boat having suddenly vanished right out from under
Speaker 1: them while they were cruising the coast looking at get
Speaker 1: this Christmas lights along the shore. Now this was mid July,
Speaker 1: hotter and a two dollar pistol, and this Vala was
Speaker 1: talking to me about Christmas Lights Concost, I was sure
Speaker 1: of it. So I gave an old father, patner's friend
Speaker 1: and up off of them rocks and brought them to
Speaker 1: see the good doctor duck in town, God neighbor. Their
Speaker 1: boat was called the witchcraft we, believe it or not,
Speaker 1: spooking fucking name for a boat. If you asked me why,
Speaker 1: I like to imagine black sails and all that, but
Speaker 1: I'll never know. The boat never turned. Then came to
Speaker 1: the others, screams the likes of which I never had
Speaker 1: written through my sleep so violently I thought they were
Speaker 1: my own demons catching off with me. We were travelers,
Speaker 1: usually one or two at a time. To orienter panic,
Speaker 1: I began to wonder how this many boats going aground
Speaker 1: on my rocks. What is it about this place that
Speaker 1: just choose them up and digests them all? Shoot all,
Speaker 1: I wonder. What's a quiet place to find my calling,
Speaker 1: to figure out what I was here on earth to do. Well,
Speaker 1: every time I lifted a pen to start right in
Speaker 1: the next great American novel, Lord Have You, they would
Speaker 1: turn up down there on the rocks. It wasn't until
Speaker 1: the crew the Merry Celeste turned up that my suspicions
Speaker 1: were confirmed. Oh, the crew of the Merry Celeste weren't
Speaker 1: survivors per se, nor they've been lost at sea for
Speaker 1: a long, long time. Their flesh, they had been picked
Speaker 1: at by fiddler crabs. If eyeballs turned a white grape jelly,
Speaker 1: exposed bones, washed and bleached, scrubbed clean by the salt
Speaker 1: of the sea. Of course they were dead. Seven crew members.
Speaker 1: They kept it and his wife and infant child. So
Speaker 1: what was I supposed to see, to do when they
Speaker 1: pulled themselves up on those rocks right out of the
Speaker 1: ocean and staggered tards me, all confused and desperate. They
Speaker 1: were nothing but a tattered group of order like corpses
Speaker 1: who thought all was lost until they saw my light,
Speaker 1: the beam from my lighthouse up Deacon, to draw them
Speaker 1: towards another chance, a hot meal, a swallow for their baby.
Speaker 1: I brought them here and I realized why. Had brought
Speaker 1: them all here, not just this group. While all of
Speaker 1: them father paid his body down. Every single other man
Speaker 1: and woman had washed up on those rocks. I brought them.
Speaker 1: They'd come to my light room me. They had another chance.
Speaker 1: As you understand why I'm surprised to see you here
Speaker 1: like this. Then not many people make it out this
Speaker 1: way alive, so I ain't gonna ask you again. Are
Speaker 1: you sure you remember how you got here? Absolutely positive.
Speaker 1: It was on the road, Y, if you say so.
Speaker 1: Maybe you're just searching for your purpless tool, like I was.
Speaker 1: Mine on me. I found it years ago. I keep
Speaker 1: the light going, reaching out across the ways, a siren
Speaker 1: call for damned souls, and they come. Ever since the
Speaker 1: light has been on, they calmed by, greet them with
Speaker 1: open arms and give them a new home mind the
Speaker 1: welcoming committee for the dead, and to every one of
Speaker 1: them I give the same greeting. Welcome home to die
Speaker 1: our book. That's an incredible story. Yeah, it's a way
Speaker 1: to pass the time. At least say this one. Here.
Speaker 1: She was different, she was living and breathing. Where aren't
Speaker 1: you girl? Papa, I wanted to check in with you.
Speaker 1: I am going away for a while, away, m HM, yes, away, yeah, yea,
Speaker 1: I'll believe it when I see it. Last time didn't
Speaker 1: exactly take did it just be? Well, no, I'll be
Speaker 1: what I am. She really does savored judge barrel, doesn't she?
Speaker 1: She does. Goodbye, Papa, good bye girl, and goodbye girl
Speaker 1: George Barrow. We saw George Barrow's grave earlier. The name
Speaker 1: was familiar to me. Do I know him? Tell me
Speaker 1: quiet you. Oh, fine, I'll tell you on the way
Speaker 1: to the gathering. The Hours upon us come tomorrow, on
Speaker 1: thirteen days of Halloween, everything returns to the sea. I
Speaker 1: have questions, of course you do. What is the gathering
Speaker 1: and it and who is George Barrow? It's time for
Speaker 1: you to take the medicine the medicine the doctor gave you.
Speaker 1: What the medicine the doctor gave you? You still have it? Yes,
Speaker 1: then take it. I feel fine. It's for sentitive. Who
Speaker 1: is George Barrow? Why do I know that name? If
Speaker 1: you take your medicine, I would tell you. Thirteen days
Speaker 1: of Halloween. The Lighthouse, starring Kathy and Jimmy, Bethany and
Speaker 1: Lynde and Clayton Landy. Written by Zoe Cooper with additional
Speaker 1: material by Nicholas Takowski. Sound Design and mixing by Trevor Young.
Speaker 1: Engineering by violent FERTON, dubway Studios New York and Michael
Speaker 1: Davidson Sound Bite Studios Atlanta. Casting by Jessica Losa. Created
Speaker 1: by Matt Frederick and Alex Williams, with executive producer Aaron Manky.
Speaker 1: A production of I heart radio, grim and mild and
Speaker 1: BLUMHOUSE television.