Artemis '81

Mother...

Wake.

Time to go down upon our journey...

on the earth.

Mother, no. Sleep on.

Mother...

my work for you on earth is ready.

Wake and come.

No, Mother. Do not hear him.

Mother, sleep until the light and spring are strong again.

Then wake.

Mother... wake now!

Mother?

For love of the earth, you know my brother's joy is waste and desolation.

Do not wake into his shadow.

Magog.

Magog. Magog.

How did I not cast those fragments of you in that sea?

Why did I not leave you where you were?

Von Drachenfels. who?

Albrecht Von Drachenfels.

I'm sorry, darling. You'll have to due me in.

The crazy organist. Stage name, of course.

Looks very haunted.

Laura and I once actually saw him play.

He improvises blindfold.

Monstrous music. Spits blood on the keys.

The lot. A real throwback.

Now there's a figure we must have in a film.

If only we can find a stow.

Dr Von Drachenfels?

I am right?

I'm sorry. I intrude.

Forgive me.

I don't know.

I'm saying it's quite a settled job. We'll have a nice time there.

The verger's keys.

- Skov-stjerne. - Forest Star.

- Curious thing, Sonia. - Hmm?

Last night I left my pills in the car.

You went on the car deck?

What does Drachenfels want on the car deck at two am?

His pills too? We're all the same drug culture.

I saw him walk aboard at Esbjerg.

He doesn't have a car on board.

I should check your boot.

I hope not.

"I hope not."

How English can you get?

Ooh.

What did you want to say to me?

You are a musician?

I by to be a musician. Yes.

Who are you?

Gwen...

Meredith.

Meredith. M-E...

- You play the organ? - I tn;.

I study to.

You are too retreating as a person.

You are the giant in my world.

I wanted to ask...

It was only an excuse to talk to you about that text.

I don't know whether you play that.

One work only I never play.

The so-called Toccata and Fugue in D minor of Bach.

Bombast. The day I play that,

the torturers have cut my brain.

You smile. And are sad?

My, er...

I have, er...

A man I know feels something like that.

Gideon. He's an author. Very exact with words.

If ever he has to utter a false confession, he says he'll begin,

"I address you on this media due to my desire..."

Deliberate bad grammar for some to hear.

This cannot be his true self speaking.

- Who is this true self? - He's an author.

Oh. Him.

You love this man and his words are shaping yours.

- About what does he write? - The paranormal and the unexplained.

novels. He's very successful.

Carl Nielsen, Commotio.

What did you wish to ask me?

There seem errors in the text.

Er... for instance...

This C in the bass. Surely that should be sharp.

And these others natural?

And the Ds, the same pattern.

I saw the manuscript in Denmark.

That's not what he wrote.

But what he means. His own good grammar, yes?

Cancer was eating him. He wrote in haste.

I've not played this in years.

Perhaps I should now. Thank you, Gwen.

Music to take me from the earth

at this great final

harmony.

Miss Meredith, have you a car on board?

I'm making for Liverpool if that's...

No, no, no.

Visit me. Soon.

I invite you.

And bring the work to play for me. Yes.

Gwen, face your giants each day. I face mine.

That arrogance where true humility begins.

Arrange this.

The moment you are home. I wish this.

Also, your...

this Gideon, bring him too.

Soon, Gwen. Soon.

Remember me.

What was all that about?

The coldest feeling.

Ship empty.

I, alone.

- We're so behind. - No one can help the fog of the North Sea.

So much for making Dartmoor while the daylight lasts.

- I have to get to Belfast yet. - Another ferry? Poor man.

We're all late now.

- Sure I can't offer you a lift? - No, honestly.

Oh, well.

What horror is this you've made me do?

What hell let loose on these...

and on the earth?

And am I free?

Who is this?

Fog, customs.

No. I shan't stay over.

I want to get stuck in on that script for Sonia.

My chance to show them all I'm alive and kicking.

Curious thing, on the Ferry.

You know who I saw?

Six or seven hours, I reckon.

I'll be there before light.

No, don't wait for me. I'll feel I have to hurry.

Well, you know what I mean.

Sony, Laura. There's some sort of old woman out here.

I think she wants me off the line.

See you.

Be there, Not be there, Which do I want him?

There, to answer.

Not there, his talking to me, still to come,

Where is your life, Gideon?

Bit morbid, Gideon, isn't it?

I'm a writer.

I collect these things.

Mr Harlax... Forgive me. I'm presuming you are Gideon Harlax, the novelist

No. Please, listen. There's something you say in all your books

A pattern, a logic in even the most senseless things that happens.

My husband has just drowned himself.

Gideon? Jed, Jed Thaxter.

When are you coming up to the northern wastes?

You promised,

Get that back off your back, whatever you're writing.

Come and sit in on my film class

Hitchcock: The Moral Camera,.

Gideon? This is Gwen,

What are you letting me in for, Gwen?

This what you're gonna play him?

B double flat? Why not A?

A B flat value is depressed.

You touch the A key.

Mechanical coincidence.

Drachenfels.

Preposterous name.

He said through the village.

We should be near the sea.

- What's the matter? - Shh!

Some instrument he's built.

I thought I'd need the organ at Axancaster Abbey.

I hear nothing.

She hears.

Gideon, the sounds are holding her.

Trust sounds I cannot hear?

They're in the air.

- Now look! - Oh! Come on, Gideon.

I'll get the department to make you an ultrasonic whistle.

Your personal magic flute.

Come on.

Ow. Oh!

- That I hear. - Oh!

- You're sure he said... - Miss Meredith?

Mr Harlax?

Dr Von Drachenfels is delighted you have come.

Gwendoline.

And Gideon,

who would use bad grammar if he must speak false.

Someone has been describing me.

I am no musician, sir.

An honour to meet you.

The instrument of my trade. Quite like yours, I discover.

Keyboard, touch.

Ever quiet.

A simple act,

a total change of voice.

Type style, voice. Nice metaphor.

But always the same word, Gideon.

Always the same word. On your machine, not so.

There can be variations.