[agitated breathing]
[dripping]
[wind blowing and seagulls]
[sighs] It's been a long time.
(Roy, off) Funny thing about life,
is how traveling 4, 000 miles
doesn't bring you any closer to someone.
It can't take you farther away from yourself.
Ireland is a long way from Seattle.
My dad dragged me half way across the planet
for some conference he had to go to.
Then dumped me with my uncle that I barely knew.
It was the same village my dad grew up in.
He told me he was leaving me there
so I could get to know my family better.
But I thought it was really because
he didn't want to take the time,
because he didn't want me around.
And he didn't know what to do with me without Mom.
All I knew was that I didn't want to be there at all.
Hello? Hello? Anybody home?
I wonder where everyone is.
I'm sure they'll be back soon.
Ben was expecting us.
I'm gonna have to go.
You'll be safe. Look around.
It's the safest place on earth.
[motor running]
Look, son, I'll be back soon.
I know.
Time will fly, and we can hang out,
and sort through some stuff, alright?
You'll be perfectly safe.
You're just leaving me here?
You'll be fine. I've gotta go.
You understand?
Understand?
You'll be safe.
[distant clip-clop]
[distant voices]
[many people speaking at once]
[bike rings]
Alright, get out of the way.
Come on, let's go.
(man) Well, you know what they say.
In lreland, the inevitable never happens.
The unexpected constantly occurs.
You don't recognize your own family, boy?
Eight o'clock, he said.
[chuckles] I should've know that meant ten.
Well, I figured as much.
Not to worry. Where is he then?
He had to go and make some presentation.
(Peter) Alright, that's it. Turn him over.
Nah, you and your horse have done plenty.
But I just want to help.
(several voices) Oh! Oh!
Would you ever step back?
Honoring the faithful departed is no laughing matter, Missus.
Come on, boys.
Let's give Alistair the respect he's deserving.
Let's go.
Let's see here.
Alistair McGlochlin--
Pastor'll bring a curse on us all.
Alright.
Um--
Alistair McGlochlin
was, uh,
a good man, and--
as many men are
and Alistair is, uh,
definitely o--one of them.
Or--or rather was, seeing as he's-- he's dead.
No longer with us.
Yes. He--he lived with us,
and, who he was,
he--he was.
Who was Alistair McGlochlin?
I'll tell you who he was!
And I knew him better than any of you.
He was-- he was a good man.
A good man!
Right you are, Peter. You're right there.
(male mourner) That's true, Peter.
Let us pray.
(Aunt Mary) Hard to believe it's been 10 years.
(Uncle Ben) Eleven.
We met your mother and you for the first time then.
You were just a toddler.
How are you holding up, Roy?
Fine.
Leave it to my brother.
So, you must be worn out altogether.
You probably haven't got a wink of sleep, you poor creature.
Well, after you're good and rested,
we'll have to show you around the village.
And on Midsummer's Eve there's a festival on the village green.
You won't want to miss it.
That's odd. Now how did this happen?
Ben!
Hm? Oh yeah, I'll be right with you, dear.
[sigh]
Well, anyway, here it is.
The shop takes up most of it.
We live in the back.
(Roy) Mom? Yeah, everything's fine.
No, he dropped me off.
I really don't want to talk about it.
No! I just don't.
Where?
Well, how far is that?
Mom?
Okay. Okay.
Okay.
Bye.
You too.
[thunder rolling]
[dog barking distant]
[soft thunder]
[rain pattering]
[eerie voices]
Voices coming from the cave, he said.
Did you say Peter? What about his dog?
Aye, last night. Coming from the cave, he said.
(man) This place has been haunted for years.
Oh, my. Sure it has.
(Edmund) Still, I wouldn't go down there after dark.
Much less go inside.
(man) It must be smugglers.
(Mrs. Mclntyre) Smugglin' what?
Fish from the sea? Don't be daft.
(Uncle Ben) Let's not get carried away.
There are things in this world
that are not of this world.
And it's at our peril that we ignore them.
Peter's getting on. His hearing's not what it used to be.
[door opens]
You weren't there! You didn't hear!
I've heard many a thing in my time.
And I've been alone on the mountain
when the wind is howling like the banshee!
And the thunder and rain like a thousand voices!
Don't you talk to me about "the wind!"
(Mrs. Mclntyre) Oh, come on, Peter!
We all know there's ne'er a thing in that cave!
Well, there is now.
You all go out there and you'll hear it. All of you!
[eerie voices]
You all saw the disgrace done
to our good friend Alistair!
And I told you that fool of a pastor
would bring a curse on us all! Well, now he has!
Idiot.
You'll get what you deserve
for not properly respecting the dead!
Get out of the way!
Needs some more fiber in his diet. Not too regular.
We'd all do best to leave this alone.
(Edmund) Best to leave.
(Ben) Edmund? Eighty cents.
Why, you'll not be charging me
80 cents for an apple core, Wallace.
That's not good business.
I'll give you-- five cents.
See you now.
That was quite a bit of fuss now, wasn't it?
We're usually busy in the mornings, but not crazy.
That's not like Peter.
Abbey, wait! You need anything?
You and Oscar keeping up okay
with your folks out of town and all?
We manage. And they have been ringing.
Good. Good. This is Roy.
How about bringing him with you on deliveries today?
Brilliant. I saw him yesterday at the funeral.
Come on.
Have fun.
What was all that fuss about?
Some old guy. He was creepy.
That would be Peter McDonald.
He heard something at some cave.
He did?
So where is it?
(Roy) Have you ever actually been inside?
Sure I have. Wanna go?
Now?
Yeah, what's the matter? You afraid of the dark?
No. How would we even get to it?
When the tide is in, only by boat.
Other times, over the rocks.
You can walk right up. I'll show you.
Just try to ignore old Corky.
(Corky) Hey!
I wouldn't get caught--
sneaking around Alistair's haunt!
You don't believe in ghosts, do you?
Don't say I didn't warn you.
All you'll find down there
is a proper respect for the world beyond.
Well, 'twas good to know you.
I'll tell the others that you won't be coming back.
Why not?
Alistair, if you ask me,
has some unfinished business.
The night Alistair died,
it was peaceful.
The sea was flat.
I don't know what woke him.
But I thought I saw a figure standing in my room.
I didn't move. I didn't dare breathe.
But in all my years,
I've never seen such a stare.
How do you know it wasn't just a dream?
I don't know. Could've been that only.
All I know is,
that now Alistair is buried up there above the cave.
And Peter's news is no surprise to me.
You better run along. That way.
The cave was the only interesting thing in this whole place.
But all I really wanted was to be home. With Mom.
(Mom) You don't even know your own son.
If you'd just given us one minute from whatever was so important,
we might not even be having this argument. Again!
(Dad) What does that--
I'm providing for this family--
You're never here.
If that's the way you feel, just go. Go!
[distant footsteps]
[door closes]
Hey.
You asleep?
Oh, honey.
I'm so sorry.
I just--
I need to leave for a while.
We'll make it through this.
I promise.
I love you.
(Roy) She'd said everything would be fine.
And for now, I was stuck here and had to believe her.
[metal noises outside, dog barking distant]
This is mad!
Don't know what to tell ya. Prices went up!
Well, I'll tell you!
(Mrs. Mclntyre) Someone stole my turf!
Hang on. What?
They took it all.
No oranges this week.
That's fine.
Uncle Wallace?
Not now. What's this charge here?
It's standard.
It didn't used to be.
It is now.
Something was in the street.
It was never standard before!
(Mrs. Mclntyre) What will you do about it?
Go with Mrs. Mclntyre and find this turf?
What's turf?
We burn turf for warmth.
It's been done like that for 1 000 years,
and I'm not about to stop.
What would ghosts want with it?
Make yourself useful. Stack the turf.
Hey!
What?
Hey!
Footprints. That's no ghost.
Behind you!
There!
What?
You scared the life out of me.
Do you want me to skin you alive?
Not really.
And a fine mess you are.
You could do with a good pair of boots.
You run on ahead.
You can wash up at the house.
I'll be along as fast as me old legs can carry me.
[metal clanking]
What are you doing?
Shhh.
What?
Shh!
Stay here!
Ahhh!
Did you get it?
Oh, he's going to get it!
What did you do with me washing, boy?
Someone was there.
Or some thing.
Who are you? Peter McDonald? There's no ghost.
What about those boots?
Could be anyone's.
What am l doing here?
Someone knows something.
Everyone has their secrets, I guess.
It just doesn't make any sense.
It can't be ghosts or whatever.
I'm gonna figure this out.
(Roy) What happened to your boat?
Hm.
I'd swear I tied both lines.
And the worst part is I lost an oar!
There's a fierce scrape on it.
I don't know who in this town
would be stupid enough to untie a man's boat.
Maybe Alistair wanted to go fishing.
Now, really, you shouldn't joke about the dead.
'Tis disrespectful.
Sorry.
That's alright.
Peter McDonald?
Nah.
Has he always been so mean?
No. Not always. No.
Hear about Mrs. Mclntyre's turf?
And who hasn't? Do you think Peter--
Maybe.
Nah. Not his style.
Peter usually keeps himself pretty much to himself.
But why all the questions?
Here, come on. Give me a hand to turn this over.
Up she comes.
Are you going to ask me--
if I took Mrs. Mclntyre's turf?
Well, did you?
Ahh, just what I was afraid of.
Still, nothing that a good drop of Archangel tar won't fix.
(Mary) Hurry up, Ben, or we miss the bus!
(Ben) Roy, we're off to the city
to get some things for the festival.
We'll be gone for the day.
We need you to keep an eye out for the delivery.
Make sure you get a copy of the invoice.
I'm sure you can handle it.
Oh! Mary!
Mrs. Mclntyre got her turf back.
Ohh.
Heard that, did you?
Don't forget the delivery, Roy.
Whoa.
Do an old lady a favor, did you?
You wish.
See anyone around?
Not a living soul.
How about the undead?
Hey, ever see anything like this?
Odd. It looks familiar.
I just can't place it.
Nope. Not my size.
That man's horse has been crazy from when he got her.
She's been mad from day one.
(Roy, off) It was all pretty strange.
First the ghost stole the turf.
Then stacked it in Mrs. Mclntyre's.
Then left a mark. Seemed like a lot of work to me.
And all the old folks in the village were way too superstitious.
Hey.
N ice.
(Abbey) This is my brother Oscar. Oscar, say hello.
(Oscar) So you're Roy Wallace.
I heard Mrs. Mclntyre found her turf.
Well, so much for the curse.
Go ahead.
[bleats]
T ry again. It's easy. See?
Nice sneakers. Isn't that what you call 'em?
You should've cleaned them up
when you had your tussle with Mrs. Mclntyre's washing.
Heard you gave it what for.
Corky woke up and found his lost oar
coming in through his bedroom window
Iying right there on his chest.
What does that have to do
with noises in a cave, turf or a horseshoe?
How should I know?
Do you know anyone in the village who has a horse,
except for the pastor?
I guess you should keep on sneaking, Yank.
Hold on to that luck. You'll need it.
I don't need luck.
Maaa.
Oscar, stop it.
Maaa.
Hey.
Roy! The delivery!
Oh, sorry. I forgot.
You forgot?
Do you realize how important this was?
Folks are depending on us.
I should've known my brother's boy would let me down.
Don't blame me because you live on some deserted rock
where you can't even get some stupid delivery.
My deliveries were right on track
till I put you in charge.
And this "rock" is your homeland.
You were told, Roy.
You know, I didn't even want to be here in the first place.
(Mary) I didn't know
they were having problems like this.
(Ben) My brother would never come to me
with anything.
Then he just drops his kid on the doorstep.
It's a shame.
She's staying at a friend's house now?
They wired him again today.
I guess
the paperwork of the divorce finally came through.
All he's got to do is sign.
Some of us are luckier than others.
Well, luck requires discipline.
Lord, be powerful in our lives.
Teach us patience. Show us the way.
Help us with Roy, as he's our guest.
And be with his family, our family.
His mother, our brother.
Guide us and protect us.
Deliver us, Lord.
Amen.
(Mary) Is that the lot?
Aye, that's it.
How are things?
Can't complain.
That'll be $ 5. 70.
I'll not have you leaving without everything you came here for.
Are you sure everything's alright?
It's not what you're thinking.
Sure there's no harm in waitin'.
Mmm.
I'd best be off.
I've got to set up for the festival.
Fixing that statue from my garden
is what you'd best be doing.
Past the church, beyond the ruins, stay to the left.
I'll find it.
(Roy) I was off to find Peter McDonald's cottage.
Look for some new clues.
But first I had questions for someone else.
(pastor) Lost?
No. I'm looking for you.
Well,
that's a first.
Around here any way.
You're the Wallace boy, right?
Roy.
Well, what can I do for you, Roy?
Don't imagine you're here to talk about the Lord.
No. Your horse.
Ah.
Oh, what about her?
Where is she?
I haven't seen her since the day of Alistair's funeral.
Do you know something?
Where'd you get that?
Mrs. Mclntyre.
Why so curious?
I just want to figure out what's going on around here.
[neighs softly]
[loud barking]
I don't know anything about this.
Once, I understand.
But it's happened twice.
And now, I'm paying for what I'm getting.
Maggie, I didn't send this.
Look, I thank you but I wasn't asking for anything.
You wouldn't be behind this now, would you, boy?
I'm no ghost.
Aunt Mary, can I see that?
What are you thinking?
Has anyone bought this stuff lately?
Don't you go gettin' on the wrong side
of any angels of the Good Lord.
Well, there's always Edmund.
He's in here every day.
(Roy) Did you buy that stuff for Mrs. McKay?
No, I got it all right here.
But if it's a mystery you're after,
you see this old bike here,
the chain came off a couple of months ago.
I still use it from time to time but, uh,
only on the downhills.
But I came out this morning and--
there's a brand spanking new chain on it.
Who did it?
I don't know.
The oar was leaning in through the open window by my bed.
I felt a thumping in my chest!
I thought I was having a heart attack.
There's my name on it there.
Corky. C-O-R-K-Y.
That's short for Cornelius Orsak.
You didn't do this, did you?
Nah.
But I still think it's Alistair, settling his scores.
(Roy) This whole thing started with Alistair McGlochlin,
and everyone seemed to think he was behind it.
It's never fun walking up to a stranger's house.
Especially when they're dead.
[metal clanking]
Coming to the festival tonight?
Of course.
Where have you been?
I've been looking for you all day.
Really?
We've got to get you trimmed up for the festival tonight.
You're looking a bit woolly yourself.
I've got another one for you when you're ready.
[cheerful music, cheering and clapping]
(Oscar) Edmund!
You're blocking the Yank's view. Move yourself.
Oh, like this?
You should be dancing out there.
(Roy) I don't think so.
You have to dance like nobody's watching.
(Oscar) So I heard about your big scare at Alistair's.
Did you actually see anyone?
No. [sigh]
I was just kidding earlier about the stones.
I know.
But they did have to put down that poor little sheep
you hit with your wild pitch.
Delicious.
[flute playing]
Showoff.
Champ. Champ. Here.
Champ!
Evening, Peter.
I wouldn't be smiling if I were you.
What do you think?
[indistinct]
The way I see it it all started with you and your blooming horse.
Anyone who dishonors Alistair
had better be ready for what's coming to them.
What exactly are you suggesting, Peter?
What exactly am I suggesting?
Hey, listen everyone!
The pastor wants to know
what exactly am I suggesting.
Well, I'll tell you what I'm suggesting.
I'm suggesting that it's no accident
that the bell in the church belfry has rung
nary a single time since you got here!
I'm suggesting that you and your horse
dishonored the dead and there'll be a reckoning for that.
I'm suggesting that all the glorious new blessings
around the village are by Alistair's hand.
And when he's done balancing the accounts to the good,
he's coming for you. T o settle the bad!
He's coming for you!
That's what I'm suggesting!
It's the ghost of Alistair. I told you!
(pastor) lfyou've done something with my horse--
Don't you dare threaten me.
You can preach all you want,
you think I'm afraid to put you in your place?
Peter, please!
Ahh!
(many voices) Oh!
(Roy) There's no ghost.
The pastor's horse is tied up outside his house.
I saw it.
Roy!
T ell your nephew to hold his tongue.
Is that the truth?
(pastor) You have my horse?
You let me think she was gone?
You sad old man.
Let it go, Peter.
(Roy) Recognize this?
That's the mark-- of a dead man.
(Ben) Come on, Roy.
[dog barks]
(pastor) Forgive me, Father.
[sigh]
All I've done is stir things up.
Forgive me my lack of restraint.
[sigh] Send your spirit, Lord.
Good girl. Good girl, now.
Good girl. You're back now. You're back now.
Yeah.
Someone was behind this.
And wanted whatever was inside.
High tide kept me from walking in.
But I was going to get into that cave.
There was only one way.
Hey! Hey!
(Ben) Roy?
Y eah?
Do you know anything about Corky's boat?
No.
[footsteps]
I said no!
[footsteps]
Would there be anything you want to tell me?
No.
Evidently some folk saw you down at Corky's boat this morning.
I didn't do anything.
I didn't say you did.
[sighs]
Make sure to get all the eyes out.
We don't want a bitter stew.
[indistinct voices]
Let's have a look at it.
Even a little cut if not looked after,
can leave a scar.
Roy?
I need to talk to you for a moment.
Corky needs a word with you.
I'm sorry.
(Corky) What rubbish are you going on about?
An apology?
Seems he's got some lrish blood in him after all.
[chuckling]
What?
That's the best coat of tar that boat has had in years!
It was pretty clear that someone was looking out for me.
That someone cared.
It wasn't what I was used to.
Who did this?
Why would they do it for me?
All I know is I had a lot of things to figure out.
Where's Roy?
Upstairs.
Thanks.
Guess what?
Oh, come on! Guess!
What?
Oh come on! Guess!
I don't know.
Come here.
I just made it. What do you think?
I knew you'd like it.
You want to come on deliveries with me tomorrow?
Sure.
Brilliant. See you then--
Roy Wallace.
What do you think?
It's peculiar, that's for sure.
Hey, did you know the guy who died?
Alistair McGlochlin?
Yeah. What happened?
No one knows. He was old.
As old as Peter McDonald.
He used to sit on that rock by the sea.
Rest, pray.
The last time, he sat there till they found him.
Dead?
Hmm.
Here you go. See you around.
Thank you.
Mrs. McKay?
Yes?
Who was here earlier?
Anyone?
An angel.
This table was falling apart for ages.
The joke of the whole village.
Seems sturdy now.
I'm not complaining for what the good Lord brought me.
This or the food.
But I wasn't asking anyone for charity.
This board's unscrewed.
I think I interrupted the little cherub before he finished.
Wait. You saw it?
Almost. I didn't want to scare him off.
Maybe the Lord will send him back tonight
to finish the job.
An angel?
Where's your faith?
This isn't angels.
Come back tonight if you want to check yourself.
But if it is an angel, you won't see anything.
I'll be there.
[distant thunder]
[clears throat meaningfully]
I'm going out for a bit.
(Ben) There's a big storm coming in.
Not too smart to be out on a night like this.
I really have to check something out at Mrs. McKay's.
It's important.
Does she know you're coming?
Yeah.
Well, you're old enough to make your own decision.
Be careful, okay?
(Roy) I took Mrs. McKay up on her offer.
And hid in her shed.
If anyone came near her house that night, I'd see them.
All I needed was one good look to discover who this was.
And to prove it was no ghost.
(Mom) Go! Just leave!
(Roy) You're just leaving me here?
(female voice) If you see anything, boys--
[Roy gasps]
I heard voices and I come out to look.
Hey!
(Roy, shouting) Where are you?
[thunder]
[shouts]
(Dad) I gotta go.
(Roy) Why did you leave me?
[overlapping voices]
[Roy shouts]
(Ben) I'm going after the boy.
(Ben) Roy!
[creaking door closes]
(Ben) We'll wait here until the rain stops.
(Roy) How'd you know it'd be open?
It always is.
Did you find what you were looking for?
No.
Well, what can you do now?
I don't know.
None of us is perfect, Roy.
Even people we love. That love us.
None of us get things right all of the time.
Even hefty lrishmen that look like me,
that talk too much and say things they'll regret.
I heard them fighting.
I heard my mom yelling at my dad, saying
the only reason she had stayed so long was because
because of me.
I just want things to be back to the way they used to be.
You can't control what people do,
but you can focus on your own choices.
And life will get no simpler, believe me.
And you don't have to be alone if you don't want to be.
You're at your strongest when you realize you need to ask for help.
Usually, that's every day.
Remember that.
Do you have any good advice for me?
Eat all your vegetables.
[laughs]
[church bell ringing]
I'd never believed it if I hadn't seen it myself.
How did you fix it?
I didn't. We just came in out of the rain.
Did you see anyone?
No. Did you?
What are you waitin' for?
Those bells haven't rung in donkey's years.
What did you do, Pastor?
Nothing but pray.
But some people say it's ghosts,
and some, angels,
I've never seen the like of it.
(Peter) So--
you're still here.
I'm not here to make guesses.
As you all know, when I've tried, it's never turned out.
All I can tell you is that the Lord works in mysterious ways.
And if God himself has chosen to smile upon this village,
to help us better understand the needs of our brothers and sisters,
then, all we can do is thank him.
Therefore,
as God's chosen people,
holy and dearly loved,
clothe yourselves with compassion,
kindness, humility, gentleness and patience.
Bear with each other.
And forgive whatever grievances you may have against one another.
Forgive,
as the Lord forgave you.
Peter,
I never meant you any harm.
Look.
You wouldn't know anything about that, would you?
Wish I did.
However it happened, I'm happy for you that it's fixed.
I know I never had a chance to know Alistair well,
but that bell is ringing.
Perhaps God has forgiven me for my carelessness.
Can you?
I have an awful lot of thinking to do.
Excuse me.
Thank you.
Ahh.
(Ben) Hey, Roy. Come on in here.
[phone rings]
(Mary) I'll get it. Morning, boys.
Try these on.
Brilliant!
Do they fit you?
It appears they do.
Standard, I'm sure.
Thanks.
I thought they might help with your investigating.
Oh.
Heyyy.
You're not giving up, are you?
No.
Got any ideas?
Eat your vegetables.
Make sure you're not missing anything.
Think.
I don't know.
Oh, don't worry. You'll get to the bottom of this.
(Mary) Better be quick about it then.
Your father just rang.
He'll be here tomorrow.
T omorrow?
Aye.
Oh, and Uncle Wallace, don't wait up.
Who said I was going to?
(Peter) You all saw the disgrace done to our good friend Alistair.
That's the mark of a dead man.
(Corky) All I know is that Alistair
is buried up there, above the cave.
(Roy) Somehow, I'd known from the beginning,
that I'd end up here.
I could've chosen to walk away.
To never have known the truth.
There's always a choice.
This one was mine.
Take one step forward,
then take one more.
Ahhh!
[Roy coughs]
[footsteps]
[door creaks shut]
[creaking]
[Roy shouts]
[Abbey screams]
(Roy) Abbey?
Oscar?
Hello, Roy Wallace.
It was so hard pretending not to know anything.
Be glad you caught us tonight, detective
or you might never have solved your mystery.
We were just about to close down operations.
Our parents get back next week,
and Oscar's off to college.
So you guys built all of this?
No.
That was Alistair.
So this was it. The big secret.
(Oscar) Not what you were expecting?
When Alistair was about my age,
he was out in the field
and he found this hidden entrance to the cave.
A shortcut?
He created this place
and kept it a secret his entire life.
So how did you guys find out about it?
He and his wife never had any children.
He wanted someone to carry it on.
(Roy) Carry what on?
The blessings.
That's how Alistair lived, for everyone.
He said we were all connected.
He often helped out our family when times got rough.
Put a new roof on after the tree crashed through.
He paid for the doctor when our mother got ill.
He never asked for anything in return.
Least of all, credit.
Do good for its own sake, he always said.
So when he died, Abbey had the idea to do something.
For him, that's why we did everything in secret.
Her idea.
The talk of angels and superstitions,
that was because of Peter McDonald.
We were in the cave the night of the rock slide.
Peter must have heard us.
(Oscar) Drew his own conclusions.
You guys let him.
You guys had half the town going crazy.
We had to have some fun with it.
So you guys stole-- or moved the turf?
But it took her forever to find it.
Then you caught us finishing the job.
I was sure you were gonna catch Oscar.
(Roy) How did you guys know
what everyone wanted?
That was the easiest part. Just look, listen.
Corky's boat?
That was me that saw you in the boat.
You scared me half to death.
Oscar, come quick!
You made it to the shore on your own.
How did you guys know how to fix the watch?
That one we paid for.
But we did have to sneak in and get it.
You almost caught us so many times.
Mrs. McKay's shed.
You were so asleep.
Definitely had more determination than l gave you credit for.
We should go.
We've got to get the house clean.
And Alistair's cottage?
No.
We were never at Alistair's.
You weren't?
I promise. We were never there.
(Abbey) What?
Well, then who was it?
[footsteps]
[coughing]
It's alright.
Shh.
[creaking]
[Roy shouts]
(Peter) I thought I might find you here.
(Abbey) Peter McDonald?
Now that I wasn't expecting.
I heard you're going home tomorrow.
Weren't you goin' to come and say goodbye?
(Oscar) What do you want?
I've been settling things.
I, uh--
I wanted to thank you.
For calling me to account for the pastor's horse.
It was the right thing to do--
and it took courage.
Alright.
You tracked him all the way in here for that?
I saw poor Alistair laid to rest.
But with all the strange things
that's been happening in our own village
it's like the poor man never died at all.
I just want to know--
About what?
About this.
All connected-- in an eternal loop.
Yeah.
It's the symbol of the Holy Trinity.
It's the Father,
the Son,
and the Holy Ghost.
(Abbey) Alistair showed us this mark.
Talked about it all the time.
It's how I got the idea.
What idea?
For the blessings. To leave the mark.
Or part of it.
You children are responsible for this?
(Roy) Did you really think it was Alistair?
It was.
I found this the night
you were over at Alistair's cottage.
I wasn't scared.
I know you weren't.
Did you know about this? What's inside?
You never looked? Even after?
It was Alistair's.
He said we would know how to open it at the right time.
We found some money at the end of the war.
Yeah. Alistair thought it was a gift from God.
For us to use to help others.
I thought it was to help ourselves.
So we divided it.
It was never the same after. [sniff]
Then he died.
When I found this key,
I knew, I just knew it was something special.
(Peter) Forgive me, old friend.
It's empty.
"Verily,
" I say unto you,
"in as much
"as you have done it to these
"the least of my brothers,
you have done it to me."
(Peter) He'll have a good view
in the morning.
So you'll be leaving then.
Yeah.
I didn't have time to finish the other one.
Maybe I could post it to you.
Dad! This is Abbey.
Hello, Abbey.
Hello.
And Oscar.
Yeah.
Well, thanks, thanks for everything.
I hope he wasn't too much trouble.
None at all. It was a great pleasure.
Roy, we've gotta go.
You're not gonna miss your plane, I hope.
Well, we'll be back soon, I'm sure.
Thanks again.
Come on, Roy, we've gotta go.
Would you look at that?
Who's been fixing things around here?
What? I didn't fix anything.
You ought to know me better than that.
[laughs]
(Rob, off) So here I am.
Is anything really different?
I'm still me. I'm here.
This is still my life.
And it's not gonna be easy.
But at least I've discovered
that this world isn't just about me anymore.
If I want to,
I can change it.