Oh, send your orders for the raging winds and the sea;
so that we are free from this misery we can devote ourselves to you.
The sailor's prayer Kill him!
Kill him!
Cut!
Hit the ground!
Cut!
Almighty and eternal God.
The power of the sad and the suffering.
Hear the prayers of the trials.
And give every Christian his mercy to your name.
Offer refreshment.
Through Our Lord Christ.
Amen.
Off the road. I already said it!
Yours for me.
Off the road now!
Have you talked again, Tom?
Thomas. Is that him?
On.
You have not heard before you guarded Smalls.
It is not easy to guard. It does not want us here.
And these bastards of rocks.
When you jump out of that gig...
You may see.
Smalls Island, Pembrokeshire, Walking Coast, 1801. 40km from the mainland.
Hello, old girl.
Is oil enough?
Salted pork: 90 pounds.
Salted beef: 23 pounds.
Flour: two tons.
Rice: 23 pounds.
Weather: Partly cloudy.
Wind moderate.
T.G. Lighthouse keeper.
Henry Rees, John Elias,
Daniel Rowlands, Christmas Evans,
David Jones, Charles Johns.
by Christ, both dead and alive.
Let us focus on the kingdom of God, where our tears are wiped.
Amen.
The weather will change.
There is rain.
Yes.
Seventh Day
Weather: Half in turn rain, after clearing.
Pacific. Structures and lens in good condition.
T.G. Lighthouse keeper.
Good.
Very good.
You do not want me here, Tom.
But work must be done.
Good.
If they find you out here, we lose both of our jobs.
Here is only you and me, Tom.
Did you mean to tell them? I can not fish from above.
It's true, Thomas.
We like the light burning. And that must be done together.
- Do you play? - What do you want, Howell?
12. day. Northerly and eastward breeze.
T.G. Lighthouse keeper.
Must be a bit better, boy.
Take care of us here when we are, old girl?
Yes. Months.
Only a month. Good girl.
Soon this is already going.
Did not fish?
Do you ever wonder what's happening there?
- On the Continent. - Always Sometimes.
What is happening right now at home in Solva?
People live in their lives. They do work, eat, sleep, and crap.
Just like we are here.
This island.
40 miles from the mainland.
Have you asked yourself, why do we do this?
My dad was a lighthouse keeper like his father. It's in my blood.
And this... This is peace.
Real peace. Here, out of the way.
There is nothing like this.
Peace? There is nothing here.
Nothing. Only waves and cliffs.
That's exactly what it is. Peace.
Again one hour. We have a job.
Please apologize, Tom.
I did not want to hurt you.
Or question your choice to guard the lighthouse.
Or the peace that you find here.
I understand what you get from this job.
Is that so? No. I do not think you understand.
Peace or lighthouse guarding.
I'm not a beginner.
We have a responsibility, Howell.
Huge responsibility.
Ships from all over the world. From America, from India and Africa go here, and we are the only light in great darkness.
We live and die to challenge their security.
Tom.
What happened... on South Bishop Island.
Lamp.
Henry Rees, John Elias,
Daniel Rowlands, Christmas Evans,
David Jones, Charles Johns.
Christ, dead and alive.
Amen.
Huhuu?
Huhuu? Hello?
Huhuu?
Henry Rees, John Elias...
Daniel Rowlands, Christmas Evans...
No.
- When did it land? - From the morning.
Hours of two hours. The bell rings every five minutes.
It can stay in place for days.
Howell! 21. day.
Your turn. Weather: Still a heavy mist.
Gust of the Northeast and the East.
The winds became stronger at the last watch.
There is a storm.
At least it will dispel this bloody mist.
Now is work. Oil.
Weather: Downpour. Howell, oil!
Strong breeze from northeast and north. The thunderstorms are getting more and more curious.
- Now not look good. - Yes, that's it.
30. day. An endless storm.
The strong and spasmodic wind.
Northeast of the Northeast and the East.
No one has yet to be rescued.
Much is scarce.
The worse is going.
This island can not escape.
Our time may be over, and no one even knows about it.
Oil begins to run out.
Other, drinking water. Almost at the end.
Just a few days. New men will then be sent.
Yes it sometimes ends.
"And Jesus answered him,"
"Do not you see all this?"
"There is no stone left on a stone, which would not be thrown down."
"And after these days and the trials -"
"the sun is cloudy, and no moon let your light."
"Stars fall from the sky,"
"and the powers of heaven will fall."
Thomas, no!
We have to fix it.
Now it's too dangerous. As soon as light comes.
They do not come now.
No one will be rescued before he has fallen.
They must have come.
I never saw that. Never.
They do not endanger the boat.
We will not be doing much longer.
I know.
Is this the last meat?
Are you now producing straws with you?
It does not help.
Not here. Not on this cliff fence.
Do you think that helps?
Praying. Praying for the Upstairs.
Do you think he is listening?
Or mediating and matching?
Listen.
Listen to it!
It is the only god here to answer.
Tom?
Tom!
Tom.
What? Is not there a rest day?
What is this?
Henry Witheside.
He built this spell. Started in summer 1775.
In winter 1776 came a storm.
Whiteside and men stayed here.
No rescuers. It was a bad storm. Like this.
So Whiteside put a message to one such.
Prayed for salvation. Love it.
Like you, from him.
Bottle arrived.
40 miles to the Irish Sea. 40 miles of hell.
Did you try to retrieve it?
Yes.
That coffin has been there since the light bulb was switched on.
Why?
You know why. For the sake of mercy.
This island does not want us here.
Before the lighthouse it took hundreds of spirits.
Maybe it's still hungry.
If we die, because nobody comes, the tower leaks.
Anyway.
I will die rather pissed.
That was the case. You saved our souls.
I have already said that this book is not useful. Not here, not now.
It is my only comfort.
Lohtu.
You're drunk, Tom.
- Six men can no longer be comforted. - Let it be.
Six good men died. And you are here.
- Will you ever think of it? - With breath.
I did not want this pest. Not here, not with you.
- Let it be. - Good luck, Thomas Howell.
You got this on us. You cursed us. You!
- Now it would be best to sleep. - You cursed us both.
You went to curse us!
You should not be here.
Meri. It remembers everything.
You and your books.
How often did you go to church before South Bishop?
Get out of sight.
Tom! Tom!
Good girl.
Tom...
No, no, no.
- Do not do it. - There is no more hope.
We are a missed man. Storm takes us.
Everything is over.
Everything is over!
Satan with you!
Oh, oh, oh, oh.
He hit his goal.
Clue to this hell.
This island is a curse, I'm sure.
You are right. I'm sure.
Be on the mainland.
- The mainland. - Mainland.
If you could choose any place. Where would you be?
Anywhere Anywhere?
in Abermawr.
Abermawr...
You could see it. Summer meadows and bluebirds.
Abermawr.
That's where I'm Kos's wife.
If somewhere, then there that day forever.
You never talk about your family.
Offline. Everyone is gone.
Offline, absent...
Tom.
Tom!
So beautiful girl.
I would have done anything in front of him. Anything.
Heledd.
So your wife?
My wife. And my dear Annie.
Daughter?
The lung cancer took both.
I will take part.
I lost them 10 years ago.
No. Eleven.
Soon I get to sleep with them too.
- Tom! - What?
South Bishop.
You blame me. All you blame.
= Henry Rees, John Elias, Daniel Rowlands, Christmas Evans,
David Jones, Charles Johns.
Henry Rees,
John Elias,
Daniel Rowlands,
Christmas Evans,
David Jones, Charles Johns.
Six men died on my back.
- Do you know what happened? - Not now.
Do you know what happened?
- You will fall asleep. - I whispered and six men died.
I whacked, and I made 12 children ungodly -
and four women as widows.
You are so right. I am a curse.
This storm... Penalty.
I pray that He is with them.
- That they are safe. - You pray?
I pray every night.
Six men died, and you pray.
Do you think he will care? To listen to?
No.
My Annie was four when she inadmissible thought to bring her to her.
Four. Tiny.
Cold earth only, my child. My Annie.
Did he pray again? No!
If he can put us in this world,
to this darkness, to this pain and cruel tomb,
we are not worth anything to him.
Pray for you only. Pray and anel.
See if he is listening.
Look how to bring them back.
Tom.
- What now? - Lantern.
Help, Tom!
Lots of light. Lots all over the place.
It should be ignited.
- Let it be dark. Do not you see? - I'm asking.
- We're a missed man. - It should ignite.
- Help me. - Helping you? Why not pray to the Lord.
If you pray hears you? Does he disbelieve?
- Help me, Tom! - Can you hear?
I'm not helping. Tell me...
Where is your God now?
Tom!
Tom, grab my hand.
Tom! Tom...
No!
You will rest for them. I promise that.
I do not know what to do for you, Tom.
Now seven.
And you blame me.
Everyone.
South Bishop.
Do you know what happened? What really happened.
It was the fourth pest.
But my first island. Island, Tom.
Such an island.
Far from the ground. Then came the fog.
Fog. Heavy.
Seven days. It did not disappear.
No help on the island.
They did not want to endanger the boat.
We called it the timepiece for the night and the days.
On the sixth day, Lewis became ill.
Hard fever.
So I stood on the flat -
and I played the clock for 15 hours on the tube.
I do not remember falling asleep, Tom.
But when I woke up six men had died.
Driving in the fog in the fog and drowning all.
Because I slept.
And now this. Again a new dead.
And I'm being blamed for this too.
But you're falling off, Tom.
You fall off.
to Malja Smalls. It's still hungry.
How does the food taste, Tom?
How long, Tom?
When will they come to pick us up?
Do not you wanna talk tonight? Clear.
Clear!
You can get better, boy.
You will get better.
Henry Rees, John Elias,
Daniel Rowlands, Christmas Evans,
David Jones, Charles Johns...
Thomas Griffith...
by Christ. Who died and lives now.
You hate me, Tom.
I'm complaining, but you have to go out.
Yes bastard.
You have a good one.
I do not send your body to the sea.
It is deep, dark and endless.
It is not a tomb worth a man.
Henry Rees and John Elias, their body was not found.
I can not do the same for you.
You will get rested next to your wife and daughter. It's for you.
Tom?
You're dead. You're dead...
Endless Storm. Thomas Griffith is dead.
Overwhelming Accident
I'm afraid I can help you here to Smalls.
Much is scarce. T.H. Lighthouse keeper.
No.
Seven men.
David Jones, Charles Johns, Thomas Griffith.
I'm loyal to viralleni, and I lantern burning in my best .
I'm afraid of me alone on this scary island.
The boat has not been sent to in this damn storm.
They let me get tired here.
God help me.
Tom...
Help!
I will ask!
Help!
Help.
I know this island is bad now. Worse than my nightmare.
These rocks are cursed.
What Purgatory Is This?
Has he cursed my soul?
His dead right hand swings away outside my window.
It asks me out to face this endless storm.
And the evil spirits dancing over the poisoned water.
There will not be ships here.
I'm in hell?
Quiet!
Poor move, Tom. Poor transfer.
You okay me, Tom.
You fall off.
Poor transfer.
You blame me, but you fall.
But you fall off.
You blame me but falls.
Stay focused, Tom. Focus.
Six men, not seven.
You blame me, but I do not want to be responsible for it.
Tom, do not be silent.
Quiet!
Why not leave me alone, yes satan?
You're dead, Tom.
No.
Thomas is playing outside my window.
No Christian funeral for a man.
No rest.
I'm sure that his soul is towards the next mid-life .
And I'm afraid of persecuting me in this black tower.
I can no longer escape the darkest aspects of my imagination.
Growing pestilence with this curse storm continues to explode.
I'm afraid of a devil hustle in the shadow of this tower.
- This island... - Thomas.
- This is hell. - Thomas Howell.
Is this his punishment?
Save God to my soul.
Thomas.
Thomas Howell.
Thomas.
Thomas Howell.
Seven men.
Come on now, Thomas Howell. Time has come.
You know what to do.
- Seven men, Thomas Howell. - No.
- Seven men. - Leave me alone.
Come to us. Seven men, Thomas Howell.
Seven men. Seven, Thomas Howell.
Seven men.
Join us.
I know the Lord has cursed me for my sake.
My soul is now in a hurricane.
I can not stand this punishment anymore.
And for every Christian for soul in distress -
his armies.
Please forgive me.
Eight men.
You damn.
You're dead, Tom.
Leave me alone.
Come to us.
When he searches for me, I suffered the darkness of the other world.
Come on, Thomas Howell.
You will find this miserable pole.
Come to us.
Every night in dark hours -
his terrible inattention interferes with a horrible dream.
Take the punishment against.
I know now that Thomas Griffith is haunted in this tower.
She wants me to condemn myself to be lost.
He wants to punish me.
He is going to be in this vicious place by the death of death darkness.
And wants my punishing my eternal soul on the hangman.
Let me be! He does not take me. He does not take me!
He does not take me! She does not!
Tom?
Since I get home, Thomas?
You can not get home.
Why?
Because you fall off.
- So I can not get home? - Et.
Here is lonely.
Do you stay with me?
I can not.
- Why not? - I...
You are...
I can not find them.
I'm not here.
Not this place.
Who?
Heleddi... and my own Annie.
I can not find them here.
Are I in hell?
Others are here, Thomas.
Other?
Henry Rees,
John Elias,
Daniel Rowlands,
Christmas Evans,
David Jones,
Charles Johns...
No.
- And now you too. - I'm not dead, Tom.
No. No no!
No, no!
Must get rid of Thomas Griffith. He must be thrown to the depths.
This island got you, Thomas.
Your soul is already lost.
You can not get me. The devil is here.
Do not remember, Thomas?
- Should it stop? When he comes to pick me up.
If you want to end this with a string.
I did not condemn myself. I did not hesitate myself.
You're in hell. Eight men, Thomas. Devil.
Come on, Thomas Howell. Time has come.
- Eight men. - Seven!
You're in hell.
- Time has come, Thomas Howell. - Seven!
I do not want to condemn myself to hell.
- Seven. - Come on!
- The ferry is waiting. - No!
You can not get me. The devil is here.
I will end your punishment. Seven...
And I will be saved!
Henry Rees!
John Elias! Daniel Rowlands! Christmas Evans!
David Jones! Charles Johns! Thomas Griffith!
I'll end your punishment!
And I will be saved!
I have seen it, Tom.
What, Thomas? What did you see?
You're in hell.
We are both in hell, Thomas.
The storm took us both.
He took you, Tom. It took you.
Both of our souls are burning, Thomas.
No.
We both died on this island, Thomas.
Both you... and me.
Come on now.
Thomas Howell, it's time to leave.
Leave Everyone Hope, you can intrate...
Leave Everything Hope, you ... I paid.
You do not get me.
I'm not dead. I have paid.
I did not hesitate myself.
I did not condemn myself.
- No! - Thomas Howell.
No!
You do not get me.
Time has come, Thomas Howell.
I'm saved.
- Thomas! - You do not get me.
I paid.
You are safe now. You get home.
- Thomas Griffith. - You are safe now.
Thomas Griffith, Henry Rees,
John Elias, Daniel Rowlands, Christmas Evans.
- Thomas! - Henry Rees...
John Elias, Daniel Rowlands.
Thomas!
Daniel Rowlands, Christmas Evans.
Thomas! Here we go.
Adapter for everyone.
I adapted it.
= Daniel Rowlands, Christmas Evans, John Elias,
= Daniel Rowlands, Christmas Evans, David Jones, Charles Johns.
- I will adapt. - Thomas, this is me.
I will fit.
Thomas Howell did not recover from his trials on Smalls Lighthouse.
The 1801 Tragedy After Smalls Lighthouse -
was set for a shift at least three men -
until the UK lighthouses were automated in 1980.
Finnish: Sami Siitojoki