Treasure Island (2026) s01e06 Episode Script

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[JIM] The triangles, I
believe, constitute a plan.
There's three parts to this island.
And the semicircle signifies Hell.
I thought you said this
place was not inhabited.
- [WOOD THUDS]
- [SQUELCHES]
[GROANING]
Which other man of the Hispaniola
did your murdered mother trust?
I don't know which of you killed her,
but four handles on the chest.
Six steps to gold.
We've done it, lads!
You'll get a fair trial.
- [DARTS WHIZZING]
- [GROANS]
[JIM] Mother, how
did we get to this point?
Please forgive me,
as I failed you
in proving who did murder
you that fateful night.
Long John Silver or Mr. Graham.
But please know,
in these, my final hours
I find solace knowing
that we will soon be reunited.
[MYSTERIOUS MUSIC]
[MAN] Welcome.
Behold. The savior.
By the bowels of Poseidon.
'Tis Ben Gunn.
[GUNN] Long John Silver.
Ndeko na barco, lui frera.
- What did you say?
- "A crewmate is your brother."
[GUNN] I am your brother, Long John.
Maybe I should wash your feet, Judas.
In gratitude that your lust for
wealth has brought you here.
When Captain Flint's grip
tightened about my throat
to preserve myself,
I did stop my heart to beat
and mouth to breathe.
And there he left me,
by the Veiled Lady,
pointing to Hell.
He lied to Blind Pew and Black Dog
that I schemed to take
all these riches to myself.
And so there they left me, dead.
But once they were gone
I found myself
beatified.
Spanish missionaries,
dispatched by the Pope himself
to the Americas
to convert the heathen,
shipwrecked some five years past.
But as the surgeon of the Albatross,
my arcane knowing of
the mysteries of things
medicinal and herbal, why, Long John,
I did wrought such cures
as to banish their diseases,
and render then more healthful
then angels might dream.
And so, as water unto wine,
I did transubstantiate my children
from leper to saint.
And here you are, Long John Silver.
Captain Flint's familiar.
[SPEAKING PATOIS]
[JIM] What are you saying?
Release this man.
[GROANING]
Remember, Silver. Jim saved your life.
To the same end I saved his.
There's something you
want beyond treasure,
am I right, old friend?
What are you telling him?
The truth, Jim lad.
Treasure and treachery.
They goes together
like a weevil in a biscuit.
I only want my life, Long John.
My treasure for your companions.
Damn it!
When James and all his rebel band ♪
Came up to Bishops Gate ♪
With heart and hand
and sword and shield ♪
- -We forced them to retreat ♪
- [MAN] Shut up!
The cry was no surrender ♪
- -But come when duty calls ♪
- [MAN] Give it a rest, Meg!
With heart and hand
and sword and shield ♪
We'll guard old Derry's Walls ♪
[SOFT SPEAKING]
- you are a friend of ours.
- Thank you.
[GRAHAM] He mocks
us and leaves us for dead.
[CAMERON] And he
leaves us for for what?
Damn him. Damn Silver, damn.
As our bard once said,
"A pirate's a pirate for a' that."
And these priests,
what do they plan for us?
Ben Gunn, he's still here.
Why he doesn't want the treasure?
Please, drink, gentlemen.
No.
[MAN] You must sleep
and fast in preparation.
[GRAHAM] What?! Preparation for what?
[MAN] This will also us
to administer the dose
without resistance, as in a dream.
[MAN] It is God's will.
Bosun.
Uh
Mr. Meg! Mr. Meg!
The boy!
Boy!
Boy! Oh.
Um
[COUGHS]
[RETCHES]
[COUGHING]
[BOY] Mammy
Lads, yon rum's turned us
into a bunch of Fenian drunkards.
Long John Silver is our captain.
And as sure as the Bishop of Rome
is the Antichrist,
he'll have our treasure
and be on his way back.
So we must be sober
and be set to slip the anchor.
- Aye.
- Aye.
[GOATS BLEATING]
[COUGHING]
What happened?
Ah, that drink.
What did it do to us? I
can barely move my limbs.
- I can't feel my body.
- Nor me.
[GRAHAM] Mr. Silver and his porters.
How far to the bay where
the Hispaniola's anchored?
[CAMERON] Uh no
more than a day's walk.
[JIM] No, Ben Gunn and his people
will know a route of easy terrain.
We need out of here.
How?
Hey. What have you done to us?
[JIM] Why do you
hold us captive, Father?
[LOUD THUD]
[GUNN] We must
temper the tincture before
the trial on the
strangers. It is too strong.
You will try again with
some other creature?
Time runs against me, old friend.
We push forward.
[GROANING]
Gentlemen.
I am dying.
The cause is, I believe,
inhalation of the miasma
from the Manchineel tree.
And the pain
the pain is
unbearable. It rots me from within.
This pipe ease the
pain, but I need a cure.
For which purpose, by
Long John's contrivance,
this boy is with us.
God's will has brought you here.
Hale and healthy.
Not specimens,
but men.
- Poison pollutes his blood!
- Savior, Savior
He cannot be the agency of my cure
in this condition!
Sister Immaculata.
The boy is poisoned.
He will die.
Die?
[PANTING]
[IMMACULATA] Do not fear.
I will make this
remedy. Then I shall tend
to your wounds.
You're safe here.
The cure is close.
Cure? What cure?
You are both healthy.
You'll serve your purpose.
You will save the Savior.
The remedy must be tried.
It must be shown to work.
You can't experiment on us.
Like that bird?
You will sacrifice us for nothing!
If you die
well, then it's God's will.
[JIM GASPING]
Ben Gunn is not who he pretends.
He is no savior.
- I shot the poison arrow.
- What?
And saved you from the
burden of saving the Savior.
This poison to your hand,
which I have tempered
it renders your blood impure.
I don't understand.
The Savior's sickness.
It grows in his guts.
He believes the cause is the scent
of the Manchineel tree.
That killed Mr. Arra.
And seeks a cure.
A tincture based upon
the fruit of the same tree.
He wanted you to drink the essence.
So your blood will make the cure
to that which seeks to take his life.
But I have protected you.
[DISTANT HOLLERING]
[CAMERON GROANING]
Wait! Wait, no, no, wait aah!
Please! No, no! Aah!
No. No.
You preserve me, that
means my friend is sacrificed?
No, I need to leave.
No!
The Savior must be saved.
But not by you.
Pray this be the cure.
You will be first.
It is the divine will.
You can't do this!
What's wrong with you
people? This is madness!
Your lust for treasure is sinful.
Empty.
I seek it only
only to honor my dead mother.
She was murdered.
Please, please, please.
Listen to me. Please.
I seek no other cause
but what I must know.
Long John Silver or Aaron Graham.
Which of these men killed my mother?
Please, I must know.
[GUNN COUGHING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
No, no, no, no.
[MAN] Sister Immaculata!
[GUNN COUGHING]
[GROANING]
Three red. One yellow.
Two green.
[MOANING]
Mammy.
Mammy!
[MEG] The treasure?
It's the treasure.
I see it.
By Good King Billy, It's
it's Captain Flint's treasure.
But where's Captain Silver?
- [LOUD BANG]
- Oh!
Sound the alarm!
She's slipped anchor!
- Unfurl the sails!
- [BELL RINGING]
- Unfurl the damn sails!
- Unfurl the sails!
[YELLS]
Mr. Graham, drink this.
This will stop the
paralysis within a minute.
How did you
Jim Hawkins, I remember everything.
Okay?
[DISTANT CHANTING]
Drink this.
No!
You will step away!
The disease cures the disease.
He must survive,
and his blood will make the cure.
I will be saved.
Do it, my friend, or the boy dies.
[JIM] How many will you kill?
Mr. Cameron?
Mr. Graham?
Me?
And then? Who?
Brother Ignatius?
Your friend?
Sister Immaculata?
To whom you've imparted
the total of your wisdom,
and in whose mind you'll live on?
You are the captain
of this ship, Ben Gunn.
You may ply Mr. Cameron, and any of us,
with your experiments.
But you render yourself no savior.
Only a pirate.
Pray for me.
[TENSE MUSIC]
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Ha! We done it, lad.
[SQUAWKING]
[GRAHAM] Do not move, Mr. Silver!
[MUSIC FADES]
Oh!
[GUNSHOT]
[GROANS]
One charged firearm left.
You have no cards to play, Mr. Silver.
Where's the Hispaniola?
Scuttled.
His scheme since we disembarked.
Soak the crew in gallons of rum,
so when he unmoors the ship,
they're too grogged to right her.
And he's planned construction
of this vessel all along.
So now you'll take her and the treasure
after you've shot me dead?
We're not brothers in this.
We never were.
Well, lads.
She's a fine craft.
A touch rowdy in the beam.
And if I patch her up
she'll stand her canvas
all the way to Bristol.
Lads!
What is done is done.
We've had a fine time of it,
plotting and cadging
against one another.
So maybe
this crippled old sea dog
what has the flow of
the Atlantic currents,
the turns in the wind,
moon and stars in him blood and bones,
can help you home to your
land of civility and luxury.
If we eke out our nourishments wisely
I will have you all in
Europe by Candlemas.
You are once again
our captive, Mr. Silver.
I am aye your captive, Mr. Graham.
Mondo cosi cosi.
[STIRRING MUSIC]
[MUSIC FADES]
Winds and currents in your
blood and bones, Mr. Silver?
Mm. I feels it.
It's only one man's rations.
Calm yourself, Mr. Cameron.
This ol' ocean never let me down before,
and I don't believe she will now.
- [METAL CLANKS]
- Ah!
Pardon, Mr. Graham.
Just getting her fixulated
on a steady course.
[GRUNTS]
Well, Captain Silver, it
seems we are all square again.
Let's not have captaincy
and rank and such.
In this watery nation,
there be but one law
aboard The Walrus.
Ndeko na barco, lui frera.
"Your crewmate is your brother."
[SILVER CHUCKLING]
Fly as a weevil in a biscuit, Jim.
May I ask you a
question, Captain Silver?
For all your plots and schemes,
where exactly were you
bound, all alone with your riches?
I had plans.
What plans?
Well, if I or Mr. Cameron
or even Jim here
if we were to wash up on
the shore of England or France
or Spain even
we could quite easily
realize the monetary value
of this commodity here.
But you, Captain Silver,
even the possession of the gold necklace
around your neck
it would render you liable to arrest
without trial, without appeal.
The treasure would
simply be taken from you.
Because in this cruel world,
a man like you, a man from Africa
neither created in God's so-called image
or a citizen of the state
a man like you has no rights.
The moment you made landfall
you would no longer be a man, would you?
For this treasure
it is to you worthless.
These are things you already know.
You always have.
I am but one of fortune's minions, Jim.
The sea be my nation,
only and always.
And here, betwixt birth and death
I gets to play the game.
No winning, no losing, just a-playing.
Always the playing.
Out there, I is more than a pirate.
I is a man.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
[SQUAWKS]
Easy, lad, easy.
Where are we, Mr. Cameron?
Nowhere near home.
And we're running out of rations.
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou among women.
Blessed is the fruit of thy womb, Jesus,
Oh, Holy Mary, Mother of God.
Pray for us sinners now,
at the hour of our death.
Amen.
You adhere to the Church
of Rome, Mr. Cameron?
A comfort in times of need.
I've hardly lived.
Hardly lived, Jim lad?
You made a fair-sized
wave on this great ocean.
I'd say.
And in respect to the treasure
damn you played your
cards well and wisely.
As well and as wisely
as any man I've known.
Even Captain Flint his self.
[JIM] Mother, I will not be a man,
a gentleman if you
will, who dies in debt.
Damn me, Mother, but before I expire,
I will discover who it
was that took your life.
Long John Silver or Aaron Graham?
My sometime friends,
one of whom will die
my implacable enemy.
[GRAHAM, FAINTLY] Jim?
[JIM] Which of these men killed you?
- [GRAHAM] Jim.
- [JIM] I will know.
[GRAHAM] Jim.
At this, the hour of my death
I would know who killed my mother.
Mr. Graham.
You arranged to go to
her cabin at eight bells.
And I delayed.
By the time I resolved to go to her,
you'd found her dead.
Or you went before eight bells.
As could any man on that ship.
But who on that ship would
she trust to open her door to?
Your mother was done in
betwixt seven and eight bells.
Closer to seven, I reckon.
Cuz it take near half an
hour for arsenic to do its work.
Knowledgeable in such matters.
And you, Mr. Silver,
kept me atop the
rigging before seven bells.
And were seen in dispute with her.
[SILVER] Aye. Dispute.
So why would she open her
door and have a drink with me?
And Mr. Graham, what hazed you and her?
In the national interest.
Mr. Cameron?
Means nothing now
but he was under commission
to see the San Domingue
subjugated to Great British.
And licensed by the Crown
to take the life of any man
under prosecution of his
damned national interest.
Or any woman.
I did not kill her.
Jim, believe me, I did not kill her.
How could I?
I had come to love the damned woman.
[CAMERON] He lies.
Again, more of these games.
Arsenic in her brandy as
sure as night follows day.
How do you know she was drinking brandy?
She always drank gin.
I never once saw her drink
brandy a day of her life.
There was a bottle of brandy
and two glasses in her cabin.
Are you sure?
[SILVER] He is Jim Hawkin.
He remember everything.
I gave her a bottle
of brandy that night.
So you killed the cat to get
the poison to kill the widow
and freight the blame to me.
Now trying to blame me?
[KNOCKING ON DOOR]
I must have words with you.
Your life is in danger.
Come in.
Why? Why?
Answer me. Why?
My family!
We rose for the Jacobite cause in '45.
We lost.
Surrendered with
honor, and yet you came.
English.
Hanoverian savages.
You slaughtered our tenants,
divested us of our lands.
This does not die with men and women.
This lives and grows and festers
in the hearts of their children
and their children's children!
The treasure finances another rising
and you, Mr. Graham, or you, Mr. Silver,
hang for the murder of Bess Hawkins.
I saved your life!
My mother did nothing to cause
you or your people any harm.
The treasure's our revenge, Jim.
- Revenge?
- Aye.
Revenge!
[SPUTTERING]
I can't swim.
I can't swim.
[GROANING]
Jim, help me.
Jim! Ah.
[COUGHING]
Help. Jim!
I can't swim, Jim!
Jim!
Ah! Jim!
Jim lad.
You're all right.
You spared Mr. Cameron
the agonies we're about to face.
Aye.
It goes away, Jim.
Killing a man.
Mr. Graham speaks sense.
For once.
[SOFT CHUCKLE]
Mr. Silver, you once told me,
you're innocent until you kill.
Aye, well.
You kill a man,
you parcels it in a corner of your soul
and you move forward.
Always forward, never aft.
You hear me?
[GRAHAM] We're taking on water.
[SILVER] Damn bullet
must've weakened the hull.
Jim, get the cup.
We join my mother,
Billy Bones, Mr. Arra,
Captain Flint and all your
mates of the Albatross, Mr. Silver.
Not bad company to keep, in my opinion.
[WATER SPLASHES]
[WATER SPLASHING]
[TENSE MUSIC]
Mr. Graham.
Mr. Graham.
Silver.
[DRAMATIC MUSIC]
Last of the water, lads.
Fate sealed.
And this fine boy sharps
his teeth to sate him belly.
May I propose a toast, Mr. Silver?
Propose away.
Well
to Bess Hawkins.
Bess Hawkins.
Bess Hawkins.
[LOUD CRASH]
[TENSE MUSIC]
Ah. She's coming apart.
We're carrying too much weight.
Too much weight for this
brave little lass to bear.
[GROANS]
Are you thinking what
I'm thinking, Mr. Silver?
One goes overboard,
the other two survive.
Survive?
For what?
[GRAHAM] The boy is still a boy.
You and I, we have
been long in the field.
Aye.
Maybe too long.
We toss a coin?
Wait. No.
[GROANING]
Un piece d'ocho.
Heads, Queen Isabella and Ferdinand.
Tails, their coat of arms.
Choose, sir.
Heads.
Tails, I live.
Heads, you die.
[CHUCKLING]
Well, you play a fine
game as ever, Mr. Silver.
And to that, and to dispense
of any more of that
piratical jiggery-pokery
Jim will toss the coin.
- Indeed he shall.
- No.
No, I won't.
Do as you're told, son.
Jim, look at me.
Look at me.
It's going to be okay.
It's alright.
[SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC]
[LOUD GRUNT]
Mondo cosi cosi!
[LAUGHING]
[EXHALES, SIGHS]
Well, it seems, Mr. Graham
it seems old Long John save your life.
Tails.
Which places me in your debt.
Ah
No more debt, lads.
We've had a fine time of it.
And we're all square.
Aye, aye, Captain Silver.
Aye, aye, Captain Silver.
What? What is it?
Jim?
A vessel!
Big one.
Yeah.
Yes. She's seen us.
She's heaving to. She flies no flag.
I knows her.
That be the Princesa De Aveiro.
For two hundred years, them Portugals
wrung every nugget of gold and silver
they could mine, thieve, and pilfer
from the lands of Brazil.
That vessel be the
last of their bullion fleet.
[GRAHAM] She's set
on an easterly course.
[SILVER] For Lisboa, bursting
her seams with Inca gold.
[GRAHAM LAUGHING]
[SILVER] Who are we, Mr. Graham?
Who are we?
Who are we? Yeah
I am Lord William Bertram
of Baysfield Park, Hertfordshire.
Shipwrecked on return
from transporting
uh, much-needed men and
resources to the colonies.
And I be a member of your loyal crew
what bravely saved you
from joining Davy Jones
down in him deep and murky locker. Jim?
I am Master James Bertram,
Lord William's beloved son and heir.
[GRAHAM] Indeed you are.
A spoiled and spirited young buck
joining his father on
his first voyage at sea.
[SILVER] Mr. Graham,
you will ingratiate yourself
to the captain and him quarterdeck.
While you, Mr. Silver, will go below
and assess the mood
and condition of the crew.
Tempt them with promises of riches.
[SQUAWKING]
And with Jim's special talent,
we'll turn that vessel's crew
and have her bullion before Lisboa.
So what do you say, James Hawkins?
Are you with us?
We're all pirates now.
[ALL LAUGHING]
[MUSIC SWELLS]