It's been
a long time.
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.
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.
Alright, get out of the way.
Come on, let's go.
Well, you know
what they say.
In Ireland, the inevitable
never happens.
The unexpected constantly occurs.
You don't recognize your own family, boy?
Eight o'clock, he said.
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.
Alright, that's it.
Turn him over.
Nah, you and your horse
have done plenty.
But I just want to help.
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.
U m--
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.
That's true, Peter.
Let us pray.
Hard to believe
it's been 1 0 years.
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.
Well, anyway, here it is.
The shop takes up most of it.
We live in the back.
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.
Voices coming from the cave,
he said.
Did you say Peter? What about his dog?
Aye, last night. Coming from
the cave, he said.
This place has been
haunted for years.
Oh, my. Sure it has.
Still, I wouldn't go
down there after dark.
M uch less go inside.
It must
be smugglers.
Smugglin' what?
Fish from the sea? Don't be daft.
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. H is hearing's not
what it used to be.
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!'
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!
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.
Best to leave.
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?
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.
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.
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!
What does that--
I'm providing for this family--
You're never here.
If that's the way you feel, just go.
Go!
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.
She'd said everything
would be fine.
And for now, I was stuck here
and had to believe her.
This is mad!
Don't know what to tell ya.
Prices went up!
Well, I'll tell you!
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!
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.
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 I 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.
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.
Hurry up, Ben, or
we miss the bus!
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.
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.
Nice.
This is my brother
Oscar. Oscar, say hello.
So you're
Roy Wallace.
I heard Mrs. Mclntyre found her turf.
Well, so much for the curse.
Go ahead.
Try 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 M rs.
Mcl ntyre'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.
I didn't know
they were having problems like this.
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.
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.
I was off to find Peter
McDonald's cottage.
Look for some new clues.
But first I had questions for
someone else.
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.
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.
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.
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.
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.
Edmund!
You're blocking the Yank's view.
Move yourself.
Oh, like this?
You should be dancing out there.
I don't think so.
You have to dance like nobody's watching.
So I heard about your
big scare at Alistair's.
Did you actually see anyone?
No.
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.
Showoff.
Champ. Champ. Here.
Champ!
Evening, Peter.
I wouldn't be smiling
if I were you.
What do you think?
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. To settle the bad!
He's coming for you!
That's what I'm suggesting!
It's the ghost of Alistair.
I told you!
If you'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!
Oh!
There's no ghost.
The pastor's horse is tied up outside
his house.
I saw it.
Roy!
Tell your nephew to hold his tongue.
Is that the truth?
You have
my horse?
You let me think she was gone?
You sad old man.
Let it go, Peter.
Recognize this?
That's the mark-- of a dead man.
Come on, Roy.
Forgive me, Father.
All I've done is stir things up.
Forgive me my lack
of restraint.
Send your
spirit, Lord.
Good girl. Good girl, now.
Good girl. You're back now.
Y eah.
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!
Roy?
Y eah?
Do you know anything about Corky's boat?
No.
I said no!
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.
Make sure to get all the eyes out.
We don't want a bitter stew.
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.
What rubbish are
you going on about?
An apology?
Seems he's got some I rish blood
in him after all.
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?
U pstairs.
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.
I'm going out for a bit.
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?
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.
Go!
Just leave!
You're just
leaving me here?
If you see
anything, boys--
I heard voices and I come out
to look.
Hey!
Where are you?
I gotta go.
Why did you
leave me?
I'm going after
the boy.
Roy!
We'll wait here
until the rain stops.
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.
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.
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.
Hey, Roy.
Come on in here.
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.
Better be quick
about it then.
Your father just rang.
He'll be here tomorrow.
Tomorrow?
Aye.
Oh, and U ncle Wallace, don't wait up.
Who said I was going to?
You all saw the disgrace done
to our good friend Alistair.
That's the mark of a dead man.
All I know
is that Alistair
is buried up there, above the cave.
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!
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.
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.
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.
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.
How did you
guys know
what everyone wanted?
That was the easiest part.
J ust 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.
M rs. 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.
What?
Well, then who was it?
It's alright.
Shh.
I thought
I might find you here.
Peter McDonald?
Now that I wasn't expecting.
I heard you're going
home tomorrow.
Weren't you goin' to come and
say goodbye?
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.
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?
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.
Then he died.
When I found this key,
I knew, I just knew it was
something special.
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.'
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.
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.