She returns to Danny, curls beside him.
The storm builds.
Inside: stillness.
CHAPTER 14 - AFTERMATH - IMAGE - DIDGERIDOO.
A large number of Feelgood’s people gather in quiet clusters
outside Diggers Cave.
Feelgood stands with his back to the cave entrance, surveying
them.
The rain begins to ease.
As moonlight cuts through the thinning clouds, figures emerge
— flickering like ghosts.
56.
Small fires spark from the darkness, one by one, dotting the
wet earth.
The mob grows.
Men, women, and children begin painting their faces and
bodies with ochre and ash.
Deep resonate Didgeridoo sounds vibrate across the landscape,
followed by the sharp click of rhythm sticks.
Shadows start to move around the fires, feet stamping in
sync, voices rising in slow, hypnotic chant.
Feelgood turns to Budya.
FEELGOOD
I need to tell him.
Budya nods. She lays a hand gently on Juba’s shoulder.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
Juba. You’ve heard the stories —
sat through a thousand yarns with
us old buggers. Campfire stuff,
passed down from wrinkled hands and
fading teeth.
He almost smiles.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
But we didn’t tell you everything.
Not the whole truth. Marwen said...
his return was a mistake. And now
only one of us can fix it.
Juba nods once. His face is unreadable.
JUBA
I saw the signs. Kutji spirit.
Kestrel. Willy willy.
FEELGOOD
Then you know. You’ve got a job to
do.Vash.
He leans closer.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
Son, you’ve got Marwen’s blood.
You’re the line. Except for me, the
last of it. But... there’s
something else.
57.
JUBA
What?
FEELGOOD
The moon-creatures could've gone
with either of you. But your
brother — he's already poisoned the
blood.
IMPROVED:
JUBA
What brother?
FEELGOOD
(long pause)
Fleabag.
JUBA
That's not... we're not...
FEELGOOD
Same line. Where you learned
balance, he learned to burn things.
Spirit’s there, but twisted.
JUBA
So it has to be me?
FEELGOOD
(soft)
Yeah, boy. It has to be you.
JUBA
(wide-eyed)
How?
FEELGOOD
Marwen left one last message. He
said — wait for Vash. Then...
JUBA
Like Marwen did?
FEELGOOD
But Kutji knows something we don't.
Might not be all bad.
JUBA
(shivering)
I get it. Can I see Danny first?
58.
FEELGOOD
Course you can.
He turns to Budya.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
Budya, take him to the lighthouse.
We'll follow up later.
Outside, the chanting builds — louder, urgent, spiralling
toward something bigger than anyone can name.
CHAPTER 15 - BLAKE - IMAGE - DOME.
Still slumped in the leather chair, Blake wakes. He runs a
hand over his face, blinks away the sleep. He stares up at
the glass dome.
THOMAS ADAMS (35, weathered hands, gentle eyes) sits at a
handmade desk, compass and ruler precise beside detailed
lighthouse blueprints.
His pencil moves with practiced certainty.
EIGHT-YEAR-OLD BLAKE creeps up behind him, studying the
drawings.
YOUNG BLAKE
Dad, you draw the same tower every
day.
THOMAS
Not the same. Each one's a little
different.
YOUNG BLAKE
(squinting at the papers)
They look the same to me.
Thomas turns in his chair.
THOMAS
Come here, mate.
Young Blake climbs onto his father's lap. Thomas points to
subtle differences in the drawings.
59.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
See this angle? This window
placement? Getting them exact...
YOUNG BLAKE
Why do you love lighthouses so
much?
THOMAS
(thoughtful)
They guide lost travelers home.
Safe harbor.
He pulls out a photograph - red cliffs.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Stinkwood Island. Almost finished
now.
YOUNG BLAKE
Can I come see it?
THOMAS
(smiling)
One day.
ELENA ADAMS (30s, paint-stained apron, warm smile) enters
carrying tea.
ELENA
Still at at it? Go wash up for
dinner.
Young Blake runs off.
Thomas carefully roll the blueprints.
ELENA (CONT'D)
(lowering voice)
We should tell him.
THOMAS
(shaking head)
After his adventure camp. This is
just a quick delivery run.
ELENA
The trunk's packed. Andthat letter
you wrote him.
THOMAS
(touching a wooden trunk
nearby)
(MORE)
60.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Everything he'll need to
understand. The lighthouse will be
his inheritance.
ELENA
Tom, why does this feel like we're
saying goodbye?
THOMAS
(kissing her forehead)
Because you worry too much. We'll
be back Sunday night. Blake comes
home Monday, none the wiser.
ELENA
Promise me we'll bring him there
together next summer. Show him what
his father built.
THOMAS
(holding her close)
Promise.
Young Blake rappels down a rock face, LAUGHING with pure joy.
At the bottom, a CAMP COUNSELOR waits with other kids.
COUNSELOR
Nice work, Blake! You're a natural
at this.
Young Blake turns to see a POLICE OFFICER approaching, hat in
hand, expression grave.
The boy's smile fades. He knows.
MARGARET ADAMS (75, silver-haired, twinkly eyes behind wire-
rimmed glasses) sits across from BLAKE (29, military uniform,
tired eyes) at a worn wooden table.
Legal documents spread between them alongside tea and
biscuits.
MARGARET
(gently)
You don't have to decide everything
today, love.
61.
BLAKE
(distant)
Twenty-one years with you, Gran.
Feels weird going through their
stuff now.
MARGARET
(studying him)
The army keeping you busy?
BLAKE
(hollow laugh)
Busy enough. Another deployment
coming up.
Margaret reaches across, touches his hand.
MARGARET
Your father wouldn't want you
running from grief, Blake.
BLAKE
(defensive)
I'm not running. I'm serving.
MARGARET
For eight years? That's not
serving, that's hiding.
Blake pulls his hand away, looks out the window.
MARGARET (CONT'D)
(softer)
I found something in the attic.
Your father's old photo albums.
She produces a weathered album, opens it to show THOMAS and
ELENA at various construction sites.
MARGARET (CONT'D)
He documented every project. Except
one.
She turns the page. A single photograph: Thomas and Elena
standing beside a completed lighthouse on red cliffs.
BLAKE
(surprised)
Where's that?
MARGARET
Cactus Loop. Northern Australia.
It's yours.
62.
Blake stares at the photo, seeing his parents' proud faces.
BLAKE
Why didn't you tell me?
MARGARET
You weren't ready. Too angry. Too
hurt.
BLAKE
(quietly)
I don't remember them talking about
it.
MARGARET
You were eight.
She closes the album.
MARGARET (CONT'D)
Instead, I got a broken little boy
who blamed everyone for taking his
parents away.
BLAKE
(emotional)
Gran...
MARGARET
(firmly)
Twenty-one years. Enough.
She slides a deed across the table.
Blake picks up the deed, studies his father's signature.
BLAKE
(conflicted)
I've got responsibilities. The
army...
MARGARET
(interrupting)
The army's got plenty of soldiers.
I've only got one grandson.
She stands, begins clearing dishes.
BLAKE
You're right. I need to make some
calls.
63.
MARGARET
(smiling)
To the army?
BLAKE
(standing)
To my commanding officer. I'm ready
to come home.
CHAPTER 16 - COROBOREE - IMAGE - SHED.
SUPER: "Twenty-three years later..."
— ⑪
INT. LIGHTHOUSE BEDROOM - NIGHT
She returns to Danny, curls beside him.
The storm builds.
Inside: stillness.
CHAPTER 14 - AFTERMATH - IMAGE - DIDGERIDOO.
EXT. DIGGERS CAVE - NIGHT
A large number of Feelgood’s people gather in quiet clusters
outside Diggers Cave.
Feelgood stands with his back to the cave entrance, surveying
them.
The rain begins to ease.
As moonlight cuts through the thinning clouds, figures emerge
— flickering like ghosts.
56.
Small fires spark from the darkness, one by one, dotting the
wet earth.
The mob grows.
Men, women, and children begin painting their faces and
bodies with ochre and ash.
Deep resonate Didgeridoo sounds vibrate across the landscape,
followed by the sharp click of rhythm sticks.
Shadows start to move around the fires, feet stamping in
sync, voices rising in slow, hypnotic chant.
Feelgood turns to Budya.
FEELGOOD
I need to tell him.
Budya nods. She lays a hand gently on Juba’s shoulder.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
Juba. You’ve heard the stories —
sat through a thousand yarns with
us old buggers. Campfire stuff,
passed down from wrinkled hands and
fading teeth.
He almost smiles.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
But we didn’t tell you everything.
Not the whole truth. Marwen said...
his return was a mistake. And now
only one of us can fix it.
Juba nods once. His face is unreadable.
JUBA
I saw the signs. Kutji spirit.
Kestrel. Willy willy.
FEELGOOD
Then you know. You’ve got a job to
do.Vash.
He leans closer.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
Son, you’ve got Marwen’s blood.
You’re the line. Except for me, the
last of it. But... there’s
something else.
57.
JUBA
What?
FEELGOOD
The moon-creatures could've gone
with either of you. But your
brother — he's already poisoned the
blood.
IMPROVED:
JUBA
What brother?
FEELGOOD
(long pause)
Fleabag.
JUBA
That's not... we're not...
FEELGOOD
Same line. Where you learned
balance, he learned to burn things.
Spirit’s there, but twisted.
JUBA
So it has to be me?
FEELGOOD
(soft)
Yeah, boy. It has to be you.
JUBA
(wide-eyed)
How?
FEELGOOD
Marwen left one last message. He
said — wait for Vash. Then...
JUBA
Like Marwen did?
FEELGOOD
But Kutji knows something we don't.
Might not be all bad.
JUBA
(shivering)
I get it. Can I see Danny first?
58.
FEELGOOD
Course you can.
He turns to Budya.
FEELGOOD (CONT'D)
Budya, take him to the lighthouse.
We'll follow up later.
Outside, the chanting builds — louder, urgent, spiralling
toward something bigger than anyone can name.
CHAPTER 15 - BLAKE - IMAGE - DOME.
INT. LIGHTHOUSE - DOME ROOM - DUSK
Still slumped in the leather chair, Blake wakes. He runs a
hand over his face, blinks away the sleep. He stares up at
the glass dome.
INT. BLAKE'S FAMILY HOME - DAY (FLASHBACK)
THOMAS ADAMS (35, weathered hands, gentle eyes) sits at a
handmade desk, compass and ruler precise beside detailed
lighthouse blueprints.
His pencil moves with practiced certainty.
EIGHT-YEAR-OLD BLAKE creeps up behind him, studying the
drawings.
YOUNG BLAKE
Dad, you draw the same tower every
day.
THOMAS
Not the same. Each one's a little
different.
YOUNG BLAKE
(squinting at the papers)
They look the same to me.
Thomas turns in his chair.
THOMAS
Come here, mate.
Young Blake climbs onto his father's lap. Thomas points to
subtle differences in the drawings.
59.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
See this angle? This window
placement? Getting them exact...
YOUNG BLAKE
Why do you love lighthouses so
much?
THOMAS
(thoughtful)
They guide lost travelers home.
Safe harbor.
He pulls out a photograph - red cliffs.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Stinkwood Island. Almost finished
now.
YOUNG BLAKE
Can I come see it?
THOMAS
(smiling)
One day.
ELENA ADAMS (30s, paint-stained apron, warm smile) enters
carrying tea.
ELENA
Still at at it? Go wash up for
dinner.
Young Blake runs off.
Thomas carefully roll the blueprints.
ELENA (CONT'D)
(lowering voice)
We should tell him.
THOMAS
(shaking head)
After his adventure camp. This is
just a quick delivery run.
ELENA
The trunk's packed. Andthat letter
you wrote him.
THOMAS
(touching a wooden trunk
nearby)
(MORE)
60.
THOMAS (CONT'D)
Everything he'll need to
understand. The lighthouse will be
his inheritance.
ELENA
Tom, why does this feel like we're
saying goodbye?
THOMAS
(kissing her forehead)
Because you worry too much. We'll
be back Sunday night. Blake comes
home Monday, none the wiser.
ELENA
Promise me we'll bring him there
together next summer. Show him what
his father built.
THOMAS
(holding her close)
Promise.
EXT. ADVENTURE CAMP - DAY (FLASHBACK - TWO DAYS LATER)
Young Blake rappels down a rock face, LAUGHING with pure joy.
At the bottom, a CAMP COUNSELOR waits with other kids.
COUNSELOR
Nice work, Blake! You're a natural
at this.
Young Blake turns to see a POLICE OFFICER approaching, hat in
hand, expression grave.
The boy's smile fades. He knows.
INT. GRANDMOTHER'S KITCHEN - DAY (FLASHBACK - SIX MONTHS AGO)
MARGARET ADAMS (75, silver-haired, twinkly eyes behind wire-
rimmed glasses) sits across from BLAKE (29, military uniform,
tired eyes) at a worn wooden table.
Legal documents spread between them alongside tea and
biscuits.
MARGARET
(gently)
You don't have to decide everything
today, love.
61.
BLAKE
(distant)
Twenty-one years with you, Gran.
Feels weird going through their
stuff now.
MARGARET
(studying him)
The army keeping you busy?
BLAKE
(hollow laugh)
Busy enough. Another deployment
coming up.
Margaret reaches across, touches his hand.
MARGARET
Your father wouldn't want you
running from grief, Blake.
BLAKE
(defensive)
I'm not running. I'm serving.
MARGARET
For eight years? That's not
serving, that's hiding.
Blake pulls his hand away, looks out the window.
MARGARET (CONT'D)
(softer)
I found something in the attic.
Your father's old photo albums.
She produces a weathered album, opens it to show THOMAS and
ELENA at various construction sites.
MARGARET (CONT'D)
He documented every project. Except
one.
She turns the page. A single photograph: Thomas and Elena
standing beside a completed lighthouse on red cliffs.
BLAKE
(surprised)
Where's that?
MARGARET
Cactus Loop. Northern Australia.
It's yours.
62.
Blake stares at the photo, seeing his parents' proud faces.
BLAKE
Why didn't you tell me?
MARGARET
You weren't ready. Too angry. Too
hurt.
BLAKE
(quietly)
I don't remember them talking about
it.
MARGARET
You were eight.
She closes the album.
MARGARET (CONT'D)
Instead, I got a broken little boy
who blamed everyone for taking his
parents away.
BLAKE
(emotional)
Gran...
MARGARET
(firmly)
Twenty-one years. Enough.
She slides a deed across the table.
Blake picks up the deed, studies his father's signature.
BLAKE
(conflicted)
I've got responsibilities. The
army...
MARGARET
(interrupting)
The army's got plenty of soldiers.
I've only got one grandson.
She stands, begins clearing dishes.
BLAKE
You're right. I need to make some
calls.
63.
MARGARET
(smiling)
To the army?
BLAKE
(standing)
To my commanding officer. I'm ready
to come home.
CHAPTER 16 - COROBOREE - IMAGE - SHED.
SUPER: "Twenty-three years later..."