The Light at the Edge of the World

Felipe!

- Felipe! - Yes?

Bring up some number two wick.

- We're going for water. - When you get back.

All right.

Mr. denton.

You indicate west for the wind this morning.

It's always west here. Never changes.

To a seaman, Mr. denton,

there's a big difference between west and west-southwest.

I'm not a seaman, captain.

Obviously.

And this is no ship, either... Captain moriz.

Will?

Will?

Number one or number two?

- Number two, and hurry up! - All right.

Was that sail or steam last night?

It was too dark to see.

Steam ships always carry a white light amidships,

a green to starboard and a red to port.

I think I've told you that before.

Yes, you have.

Sometimes I don't think my heart's in my work.

Then you shouldn't be in this work.

Is she still lit, captain?

That light is much too yellow.

It's the whale oil.

You can't see whale oil two miles.

I see it everywhere.

Can smell it, too.

I've had ships, Mr. denton...

Captain... this is not a ship.

This isn't just another job, Mr. denton.

And that's not just another light up there.

Nope, it's an argand burner multi-wick, oil-fed dioptic system

- with a beam... - That's enough, Mr. denton.

I begged them to give me a crew of seamen.

Captain, I'm sorry I'm not a seaman, but...

Seeing that light on a black night is as close to looking at god

as most men ever get.

And the devil himself won't put it out while I'm alive.

But does it take a seaman to keep it lit, captain?

No.

It's a job for old men and...

Felipes.

Why are you here, Mr. denton?

Why?

Will!

- Good morning, Felipe. - Morning, captain.

Good morning, Mario.

Did you have a lot of trouble with Felipe last night? Huh?

Who put that light out? You? Or Felipe?

I think I saw a deer this morning, captain.

There are no deer on this island, Felipe.

- Could've swum over. - I think I saw one, captain.

- Captain, can we try for it? - All right.

I hope you weren't dreaming you saw a deer.

Here's the key to the gun cabinet.

Thank you.

Good luck.

- Shh. - Oh, I'm sorry.

I did see one.

Are you married?

No.

I ran a gold mine.

Will...

The wind, it shifted.

It's south.

Southeast.

Nah.

Never changes.

Always west.

Mario!

Mario, Mario.

Mario.

Will!

Felipe.

You hit him!

Look, there's blood. Can't be far.

Was I right, will? Did I see a deer?

That's a strange looking deer,

but let's get it to a frying pan.

We'd better hurry.

Not without this fresh meat.

Mr. denton, get up herel

Mr. denton, drop that. Get up here at once.

- Felipe. - Yes?

- Gun. - Oh.

And I'll tell the captain you're coming.

She's coming in.

She's flying a distress flag. Sickness, maybe.

That fresh meat's for us.

A distress flag, I said, Mr. denton.

We'll share what we have.

Thank you.

Come along, Felipe.

And leave your animal behind.

They'll think we're savages.

Hm?

Now you be a good boy, huh?

Whoa.

Whoa!

Denton!

William denton.

This... is your captain. Hear me.

This light will burn no more.

You stand accused

of the cold-blooded murder...

Of lightkeeper... Andrew moriz...

And assistant lightkeeper, Felipe mendoza.

For these murders... you will die.

Unless...

You surrender.

Put your trust in your captain.

Am your only hope.

Hey. Hmm?

Come on, eh?

Mario.

Mario. Mario.

Hmm?

What's this?

Hey.

Yeah, this'll do.

Hmm, hmm, hmm.

Hm.

Ooh! Aww.

Ehh.

Damn good, too. Here, try some.

You're hungry.

Hey!

Mario. Mario!

Come here.

Mario.

Come back here.

Mario!

Mario.

Whoo!

Ehh. Ehh, ehh.

Ow! Ow!

Allow me to introduce myself.

I am Jonathan kongre...

Your captain.

Mr. tarcante. My very excellent mate.

Mr. virgilio, a bulwark of my establishment.

Why did you murder them?

Do I detect an American accent?

How very agreeable.

I used to have dealings with your countrymen

during the happy days of the slave trade.

Most profitable.

Most revealing... about human nature.

But while I am amusing myself, reminiscing, you are starving.

Seems a pity to waste balduino's culinary talents...

On a man who's about to die.

Is this your companion?

Little chattering man.

What a sense of humor god must have.

Emilio.

Mario.

Mario, Mario.

And now, Mr. denton...

Perhaps you feel refreshed.

And ready for a little exercise.

Who are you?

Who are you?

Who are you?

Yeah!

Denton.

Arriba!

Mario!

Whoa.

Release him!

Huh? Jeez, look at that. That's gold!

That's gold, girl. Gold!

Gold!

Goddamn cheat!

Hey now, come on, Matt.

Now, have a drink. Come on, please.

I ook out!

Rocks ahead! The port bow!

Vamos.

I am delighted to have this opportunity of making your acquaintance, miss, uh...

You are english, I take it.

My name is Arabella ponsonby.

I am traveling from San Francisco to england on the California flyer.

I am a respectable woman.

My father was the honorable Charles ponsonby of puddletown, dorsetshire.

A lady.

May I offer you my arm, miss ponsonby?

She's salvage, captain.

We must use our salvage properly, tarcante.

It would be a pity to damage it before the time comes for the sharing out.

Look how its white skin burns in the sun.

What's all this?

Wreckers.

My name is guiseppe montefiore.

- You the cook? - No, the ship's engineer.

Just what I need.

Now...