Treasure Island (2026) s01e05 Episode Script

You want me to acquire the map,
retrieve Flint's treasure, and then?
Divert the monies to Saint-Domingue.
We've identified the leader, Makandal.
[SILVER] We will
cast you adrift, Captain.
'Tis no place for an honest man.
The map, there's no X to mark the spot.
Seis Majri A Chrysos.
And only one man, who I kept alive,
knows what those words mean.
You'd kill your people's hope of freedom
for your own monied ends?
Me not part of no people.
Pay your respects to your new captain.
I'll draw you the true map
once I'm on Skeleton Island.
Mr. Baker.
Have that noose took down.
[STIRRING MUSIC]
[PLAYING UPBEAT JIG]
Enjoying the spectacle, Mr. Graham?
Delightful, Master Hawkins.
Land ahoy!
- [MUSIC STOPS]
- [MEN CHEERING]
Aye!
That be Skeleton Island!
[CREW CHEERS]
Mr. Cameron!
Prepare to change course.
Before the sun sets three times,
yon island be our colony of riches!
[CREW] Yeah!
Jim.
I elected to ally myself
with Silver's mutiny.
But I mean to retake this ship.
With your help. And Mr. Graham's.
Not just a ship, Mr. Cameron.
We take the treasure of Captain Flint.
[SILVER] Captain Flint chose three men
to help him bear our hard-gotten gain.
Black Dog, who had the old Albatross
running sleeker and faster
than a sun god's chariot.
Blind Pew, who played
the fiddle as angels might.
And Ben Gunn, our surgeon,
who fashioned aromas
to raise the dead and
ply us with draughts
what put metal in our minds
and brawn in our bodies.
Three days and three nights,
I stood starboard on
the mighty Albatross
till Captain Flint came back
from yon cursed island.
Alone and with a tale to tell
of how Skeleton Island
itself were a quickened demon
and how them three lads perished
from monsters and mayhem
after they buried yon treasure.
"Where," we ask
"where exactly the
treasure, Captain Flint?"
- Hell.
- Hell.
Aye, lads.
"Hell" were all he'd say.
So, one day's walk to the prize,
two days to bear it back.
So I posit a five-man landing crew,
one for each handle of the chest,
and a spare
should one of us perish.
First, me and me ol' timber.
Second, your lickle self.
Well, you won't find much without me.
We'll have two strong lads.
Mr. Arra
and the good lieutenant here.
I agreed to Mr. Arra.
When I fixed a map in my mind's eye,
you need a man versed
in the art of navigation.
A traitor to his oath in office.
Mr. Cameron.
Captain, this insolent scamp's
company is repulsive to me.
Stand to go about, sir.
Landing party it is.
My memory would serve me better
knowing I have Mr. Graham by my side.
[LAUGHING]
Mr. Graham?
What hazed you and your virtuous mother
all the way from Bristol?
No Graham, no map, no treasure.
Mr. Arra.
Bring forth me honeypot.
Aye, Captain Silver.
Lads, while we're three days gone,
your captain issues standing orders.
All hands be commanded to feast freely
on the finest draught of rum
under the mast of
Admiral God in the sky.
Extra rations till we
set sail for England,
rich as emperors!
[CREW] Yeah!
Guard this bag well, Mr. Arra.
Aye, Captain Silver.
[SILVER] It be all of our ammunition.
Three guns, gentlemen.
One for Mr. Cameron,
one for Mr. Arra,
and one for meself.
Time has come, Jim lad.
Draw the map.
Gentlemen, this fabled chart
is a most exquisite and
complicated diagram
of three triangles around a semicircle.
The triangles, I believe,
constitute a plan of
three parts of this island.
The semicircle signifies Hell.
Where the treasure lies.
And does this diagram
specify the first triangle
we must traverse, Jim?
Captain Flint has contrived
an exacting and intricate puzzle
whereby each triangle
contains symbols, words, arrows,
which I have, in these
past weeks with my mother,
been endeavoring to decipher.
How terribly confounding, James.
Exactly, Mr. Graham.
The mind of Captain Flint
is a mystery, a puzzle
Draw the damn map
and we can reckon it out.
No need to worry, Mr. Silver.
[EERIE MUSIC]
[JIM] Three fingers, lads.
Configured, I believe
to represent what we saw over yonder.
This triangle is our starting point.
We're instructed to
follow a straight line
south by southeast, to here.
A square, colored red on the map.
The second triangle,
Jim. Will you draw it for us?
No, Mr. Graham.
- I will not.
- [SILVER] I hear your tune.
You'll draw the second triangle
when we find the red square.
How else do I save myself
from your murderous impulses,
Captain Silver?
Lads, we are but a small company
upon this forbidden land.
One fail, we all fail.
One dies, we all dies.
I say we proceed in a
spirit of unity and harmony.
Until we have the treasure
and borne it back here to your ship?
Aye.
And then?
We have a long and rough passage ahead.
As Captain Flint said
"Here be monsters."
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[JIM] Triangle. Three fingers.
South by southeast.
The Red Square.
[JIG PLAYING]
Do you trust them, Lieutenant, sir?
They don't trust each other, I reckon.
- Long John Silver's our captain.
- [MEG] Aye.
He'll have the boy's throat slit.
And Graham's too.
And we'll have all the treasure
between us, won't we, lads?
God bless King Billy.
And God bless Long John Silver.
[CREW] Aye!
- Long John Silver!
- [CHEERING]
Aye!
South by southeast.
Directly through that glen.
It's a puzzle indeed, Jim.
I do not refer to the map.
We are five in number to
bear a four-handled chest.
So, Silver means to kill
me before the day's out.
I have the means to block him.
Until you run out of triangles.
Three men, three guns.
Mr. Cameron is with us.
[SILVER] Ahoy there.
What are you pair of old
fishwives gossiping over?
Yeah. Nothing of
consequence, Mr. Silver.
Fondly remembering my dead mother,
if you must know, Mr. Silver.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[SILVER] Damn it!
That be our only ammunition.
It is ruined.
Sorry, Captain.
This stays between us.
[GROANS]
Fresh water, lads.
You sip upon it first, sir.
Only four handles on that chest.
I sees you knows your abacus.
[GULPING]
I suppose you'll be
wanting me to sip yours.
No need.
Well, sir, it seems your
spare ammunition is spoiled.
[SILVER] Aye.
Three guns and but three bullets.
One for me, one for Jim.
One for who, I wonder?
[SILVER] You run away with yourself.
These guns is but safety
from monsters and mayhem.
[GRAHAM] Of course.
[SOFT MUSIC]
What in damnation is that?
[SILVER] That be a god
of the old Caribs people,
what lived here before
the time of Jesus the Virgin.
I thought you said this
place was not inhabited.
The Caribs died out
a hundred years past,
when the white man came
with guns and disease.
[EERIE MUSIC]
[CAMERON] I have the
means to shoot Silver,
when the opportunity arises.
[JIM] You can't.
There are words on the map.
Hell itself under the
symbol of a cauldron.
In the shape of a semi-circle.
Written in the secret
language of the Albatross.
Seis Majri A Chrysos.
It's the name of a dance.
And Silver's the only one that
knows what the words mean.
We keep him alive until he tells us.
- A puzzle indeed.
- How much further, gentlemen?
I don't know, Mr. Arra.
Captain Flint's map has no scale.
Are you sure we're going the right way?
Captain Flint contrived the map
to aid his own mind and no other man's.
We are on the correct bearing.
I see it! I see it, the red square!
About three miles, I reckon.
[EERIE MUSIC]
Captain Silver.
[SILVER] Blind Pew.
Our fiddler.
I knows because his
right thumb be missing.
[JIM] Stabbed in the
neck by Captain Flint.
Poor Blind Pew.
He didn't see it coming.
Flint took three men to
bear and bury the treasure.
In Jim's mind, there are three
triangles with three symbols.
So, when we reach the next two symbols,
there should be two more
skeletons of your former crew.
Ben Gunn.
And Black Dog.
Murdered by your dear captain
and pointing us onward.
You talk more sense
than spit, Mr. Graham.
For once.
He's pointing us east.
To the Green Eye, come on.
[JIM] The second triangle. East.
The Green Eye.
[SQUAWKING]
[GRAHAM] Captain Silver.
[SILVER] Prisoner Graham.
I must say, I am curious as to
your stewardship of the Hispaniola.
So much grog for the crew
when they face such an arduous journey
back to England with the treasure.
[SILVER] A little shore
leave, so to speak.
It is a captain's duty to
minister to him bonny lads.
As it's your duty to protect
young Master Hawkin.
I honor the contract I
made with his mother.
You and your contracts.
But I'm thinking you and
me walk the same road here.
[CHUCKLES] Well, thank
you very much for equating me
with the obvious, Mr. Silver.
I means Jim Hawkin
saved us both from the noose, didn't he?
And you would have had me hanged?
As you would me.
I suppose we do walk the same path.
Jim saves me because
he doesn't trust you
and needs my protection.
Or maybe he preserves me
because he don't trust you
and he wants my protection.
[CHUCKLING]
Seems Jim Hawkin
playing us against one another.
Now, Mr. Silver, are you suggesting
we align our interests and what?
Torture young Jim until
he yields us the map,
then share in the booty together?
I ain't suggesting nothing.
Just chopping onions.
[WHIZZING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
[WOOD CRACKING]
Go, go, go.
[ARROW WHIZZING]
[ARROWS WHIZZING]
Caribs.
[JIM PANTING]
- [ARROW WHIZZING]
- [SQUELCHING]
[GRUNTING IN PAIN]
Quiet, Jim lad.
[MUFFLED YELL]
[JIM TELLING IN PAIN]
It's all right.
Ah! [GASPING]
Out of view.
Everyone out of view.
This way, Jim. Down, here.
Mr. Arra, Mr. Cameron,
keep watch for them Caribs.
Yes, Mr. Silver.
Easy, lad, easy.
Mr. Graham, hold him steady.
[GROANING] I can't
Jim lad, look at me, look at me, listen.
Distance your mind from the pain.
All right?
This boon of nature was taught to me
by our old surgeon on the Albatross
- Shh.
- Ben Gunn himself.
He was a sorcerer
of the science of plants,
herbs, and flowers.
I learned from him
that this very nectar
[JIM GASPING, PANTING]
will purge a wound
of all things colic.
Okay, Jim lad.
- [JIM GRUNTING]
- Done, lad, done, lad.
I thought the Carib natives
were no more, Captain.
Seems not.
And yet, as we were swarmed with arrows,
you stood there impervious,
with a smile on your face.
'Tis the white man they
fear and loathe, not me.
So, the next time they attack us,
we shall take shelter behind you.
Just Jim I shelter.
There's nothing in your head I want.
Ah. No Cameron, no Mr. Arra?
There's nothing in my
head, Captain Silver.
How much further from
here, Master Hawkins?
[GROANS] I don't know, Mr. Arra.
- But we need out of these woods.
- And away from the Caribs.
- [SCREECHES]
- [GUNSHOT]
- Ugh.
- Damn it!
I'm sorry, Captain Silver.
Two bullets, two guns.
- [JIM GROANING]
- I got you.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[INSECTS CHIRPING]
What is it, Jim?
In Captain Flint we trust.
The Green Eye.
[EERIE MUSIC]
[WIND WHISTLING]
[SILVER] Black Dog.
The bosun of the Albatross.
His earring of Barbary gold.
He points us south by south west.
To the Veiled Lady.
Where we find?
Ben Gunn.
Who will show us the path to Hell.
If I might take a lickle moment
to bid farewell to me old mess mate.
Ah, well, Black Dog.
No pockets in a shroud, eh?
[SILVER LAUGHING]
[INTENSE MUSIC]
[JIM] Third triangle.
South by south west.
The Veiled Lady.
[SILVER] Lads.
I been thinking.
[GRAHAM] Haven't we all?
[SILVER] Now that
we've faithfully observed
our peace compact,
as the ever-scrabbling
nations might call it.
[GRAHAM] Which only
holds until we find the treasure.
And then, no doubt,
you mean to kill Jim and I
with the two remaining bullets.
Either Jim or you, Mr. Graham.
Not both.
Four handles on that chest.
But 'ere I be.
Bound by oath to bring yon treasure back
to them fine men of the Hispaniola.
Sorely torn atwixt the
burdens of captaincy
and my attachment to you fine me
because of the tribulations
we've weathered together.
And more to come.
And how might we help you resolve this
agonizing dilemma, Captain Silver?
That be the question
that's been gnarking
at me these past hours.
And I have the answer.
Which requires me having
less than half the treasure.
[SILVER] Quick as the
sands of Kalulah, Jim lad.
If you and Mr. Graham
were to muster to an ordinary
seaman's share of the prize,
which I'm sure would
make you a gentleman,
as your dear and gracious mother wished,
I swear
there would be no killing.
Or schemes thereof.
Master Hawkins.
In respect of your
Christian mother's wish,
I'll give you a portion of my share.
All I mean to claim from
Captain Flint's monies
is thirty pound.
Suffice to blow me home
to the marshes of Burton Mere,
where I shall, uh,
I shall entreat Hetty
Foster's hand in marriage.
And, if she'll have me
we'll buy a passage to
the new States of America,
where a man can work
his own piece of land
and raise his family
free of leeching lords
and squires and the like.
Thirty pounds
and not a sou more
for me, Captain Silver.
[SILVER] Yours, Mr. Arra.
First and foremost.
We'll have the treasure
in our claws by sundown.
You do a fine job of navigating us, lad.
Jim Hawkins. I remember everything.
But remembering ain't knowing, is it?
The more I think 'pon it,
maybe there's something I knows
more than you would knows.
I know you're addling me, Captain.
You're not a lad to addle easy.
So why exact, us being sworn enemies
from the Admiral Benbow
have you been contriving
to keep me alive?
- [DULL THUD]
- [ARRA GROANS]
[SCREAMING, GASPS]
- Mr. Arra.
- What is it?
What's wrong? What's happened, Mr. Arra?
Mr. Arra!
[JIM] What is it? What's happened?
Mr. Arra!
- What? You eat this?
- Yes.
He ate the Manchineel
tree fruit. 'Tis poisonous.
Burning through his guts like a lava.
Seen men take days to die from this.
- What do we do?
- There's nothing.
- There must be something.
- There's nothing!
- Ah!
- Mr. Arra be a dead man.
Tell me. Is there a plant?
Something to subdue the pain?
There is nothing.
What are you saying?
No. No.
Oh, Jesus.
[ARRA GROANING IN PAIN]
Here, take my hand. Go on. I got you.
[SCREAMING]
- Go on!
- [GRAHAM] Do it.
- [ARRA MOANING]
- Do it.
[ARRA] Please. Do it.
Do it!
Ah!
- [GRAHAM] Do it!
- Please. Please.
No.
- [ARRA GRUNTING]
- Silver.
Silver, look at me.
Give me the gun. I'll do it.
What's wrong with
you? The man's in pain.
[GRUNTING]
You did what was right
and good.
Never killed a man before.
I think it brave, Lachlan
Gentlemen, we cannot succumb to
this damned island will
yield the bounty it holds.
And by God, we'll
have it. And thirty No.
One hundred pounds will
go to Miss Hetty Foster
of the parish of Burton Mere.
Or we're all deservedly damned.
[SQUAWKING]
Now, with Mr. Arra gone,
we are three against one.
But he has the last firearm,
he's as strong as a Galloway bull,
already brandishes one knife,
and no doubt secretes
another three on his person.
[JIM] And one in his crutch.
[GRAHAM] Ha. With
a gun against his head,
he'll tell us what those words mean.
[JIM] He'd die first.
[SILVER] Lads.
Something troubling you?
You seem like the one
who's troubled, Mr. Silver.
Aye.
Troubled I am, Mr. Graham.
The closer we come to yon treasure,
the more concerned I gets,
considering the death of Jim's mother.
[GRAHAM] If not by your
hand, then one of your crew.
Them lads are muddle-minded.
None could think so clear
to kill the cat, to free the rats,
to get the poison to kill Jim's mother.
Your mind is clear enough as such.
Thank you, Mr. Graham.
Let me ask you, Jim.
When you found your mother dead,
was her cabin door bashed in?
No.
She died of arsenic poisoning.
So how did arsenic get
in her guts, I wonders?
There were two glasses.
Two glasses?
Are you sure?
Jim Hawkin. You remember everything.
She opens the door,
shares a glass with someone,
must be someone she trusts.
So if yon someone she
trusts were not you, Jim,
then who?
Which other man of the Hispaniola
did your murdered mother trust?
I didn't
Jim, I didn't
Jim lad, shoot him dead.
How dare you. I didn't.
You have no right.
I loved Bess, and now she's gone.
[SILVER CHUCKLING]
I don't know which of you killed her,
but four handles on the chest.
No more talk of this
until we have the treasure.
To the Veiled Lady, where lies Ben Gunn.
[SQUAWKS]
[HAUNTING MUSIC]
The Veiled Lady.
We found her.
- [LAUGHING]
- Ah. Yes, Jim.
Oh
- What?
- [JIM] He should be here.
Ben Gunn, he should be here.
He should be here pointing to Hell.
[SILVER] Where is he?
[CAMERON] You sure this is the place?
The Veiled Lady, it must be.
[CAMERON] But what now?
Without a bearing?
[GRUNTS]
[CAMERON] A marking on the stone,
something to decipher?
[SQUAWKING]
Up there.
[WIND WHOOSHING]
[DISTANT BOOMING, RUMBLING]
[JIM] Three symbols.
Upturned crescent, fire,
the Devil's Cauldron.
Captain Silver.
This way, lads. We seek a cauldron.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[JIM] The Devil's Cauldron.
Is it here?
[CAMERON] This? This can't be it.
It's solid rock.
[JIM] It can be. And it is.
Mr. Silver. Pen, paper, ink.
The final part of the puzzle.
This, what we lean on, gentlemen
it represents a cauldron,
the upturned crescent,
it aligns with the volcano over yonder.
A cauldron in Hell,
where lies the treasure.
So this is Hell.
Here, where we stand.
Where on earth is the
damn treasure buried?
There is something else.
Another thing.
Four things.
Words.
Transcribed in Hell by Captain Flint.
Seis Majri A Chrysos.
Jim Hawkin,
you're as fly as a weevil in a biscuit.
So, this be why you bargain
for ol' Long John's life?
You needed me as much as I needed you.
The dance taught me by Billy Bones,
and you and the whole
crew of the Albatross
by Captain Flint himself.
Seis Majri A Chrysos.
What does it mean, John?
Six steps to gold.
[UPBEAT JIG PLAYING]
Six steps to gold.
This footstep was etched
into the stone by Captain Flint.
It represents the start of the dance.
[TENSE MUSIC]
Go on, Jim.
[UPBEAT STRINGS]
One two.
Three.
- [CAMERON] Four. Five.
- [GRAHAM] Four. Five.
Six.
[MUSIC FADES]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[LAUGHING]
[THUDS]
[JIM] Oh.
Keep going!
Yeah!
We done it, lads!
We done it!
[ALL CHEERING]
Look, lads, look.
This ain't just a chest
of gold and silver.
It's a chest of myths and memories.
Look.
The Black Pearls of Syracuse
bound for the Queen
of Abyssinia herself.
We took them Genovese for the whole hog!
A gold scepter from them Inca temples.
Louis d'Or, precious gold.
Ha-ha!
A thousand doubloons
slipped from a ship.
Oh, Lord, that were a battle.
Rubies, diamonds, emeralds
for them Mughal emperors hundred wives.
Hey!
I will have the Hispaniola back
and you executed as a mutineer.
No, stop, stop. Lachlan, don't shoot.
He made a coward of me!
He will pay for his actions.
That I promise you.
But think. Think.
Four handles for four men.
We need his help to get the chest back.
What, to his ship?
And his crew?
Which we will retake.
With Mr. Silver as our captive
and the treasure in our hands,
the crew are ours to bargain with.
I will alter their minds of this.
Look at me, Lachlan.
I have a gift.
I can persuade any man of anything.
Look at me.
I promise you. Give me the gun.
- Thank you.
- [SILVER GRUNTS]
That be the tune, is it?
To lure me with talk of
brotherhood and the like
and then take from
me what rightfully mine.
'Tis as well Mr. Arra were
not here to see you now, Jim.
Or Billy Bones. Or your mother.
You'll get a fair trial.
[GRAHAM] Right.
Mr. Silver, Jim,
you'll take the front.
Mr. Cameron, you
and I will take the rear.
Mr. Silver, you are now our captive.
'Twas ever thus, Mr. Graham.
[GRAHAM] On three,
gentlemen. One, two, three.
[GRUNTING]
[WHIZZING, THUDDING]
[GRUNTING]
Carib.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]