01x07 - Seasickness

[bunniefuu]

[intriguing music playing]

[smacks lips]

[sighs]

[phone ringing]

Hello?

I… I can… I can barely hear you.

What?

Where?

I've been asleep for a day?

[intriguing music continues]

The entry mentioned a plague,
which Gerrie connected to 1702.

And with that,

we are able to deduce that the journal
belonged to Sarah Westcott Warren.

And, um…

- Here.
- [Patricia] Oh.

[breathing shakily]

[liquid splashing]

[Patricia sipping]

Thank you.

We thought maybe the cursed item might
be buried with Richard Warren.

So Wyck suggested we dig him up.

And so, we did just that.

You-You did what?

We dug up Richard Warren's coffin.

You dug up the founder's corpse?

- Yeah, it's over there.
- Yeah, it's here.

[stammers]

Are you out of your f*cking minds?

[Wyck] All right, just listen
to what she's telling you.

- Oh, my God. He's in there?
- [Wyck] No. He's upstairs.

- [Patricia] We moved him.
- [Wyck] Mm-hmm.

[stammers] Why, um…

Whoa. Why-Why did you move him?

Because he's still alive.

What?

But we have been able
to communicate a little through notes.

- What?
- [sighs]

Richard Warren is in that room.

He's waiting for you.

- [Wyck] Hmm.
- [stammers] What do you me…

Why would he be waiting for me?

He will only communicate with the "Lord
Island Protector." We assume that's you.

Yeah, look at this. See this?

Huh?

[grunts]

Yeah. Yeah.

[sighs]

You go in there

and get him to tell you

how the f*ck to open this thing.

- No!
- No, no, no! No!

Don't…

Don't try to do it yourself.

Get him to do it.

Here.

[door creaking]

[breathes deeply]

I'll give you two your privacy.

[door locks]

[breathes deeply]

[exhales deeply]

[breathes shakily]

Oh, I forgot one thing.

[breathes deeply]

You-You-You can talk?

[Richard] Aye.

[sighs]

How, um…

How are you still alive?

I was tricked by a devil
and betrayed by my lessers.

But an evil power sustains me.

What-What do you mean?
Is that… Is that what this is?

Is it?

Ca-Can… Can you open this?

Loosen these.

Sure, yeah. Um… I mean… [stammers]

Well, I can… I can l-loosen them a-a bit.

Yeah, l-let's…
Yeah, let's get those off you.

[sighs]

[Richard grunts]

[disembodied gasping]

What is this?

I thought it was my salvation.

We couldn't even find vermin
to sate our hunger.

Some ate the corpses,

others gorged on dirt.

I was contemplating how to end my own life
with my own hand when I saw it.

[whispering] Sorry, forgot my purse.

[door locks]

What, um…

What was it you saw?

[Richard breathes deeply]

A simple morsel of food.

A mushroom.

I thanked God.

But something else came to me.

Wh-What was it?

A demon?

The island itself?

But I was starving,
and it was starving too.

The covenant was offered
for my settlement's salvation,

and I signed that pact

with my own blood, feces and semen.

What did you offer in return?

If I had refused,

- none of you would be here.
- [scoffs]

Maybe that would've been better.

Oh, it's easy to judge when
your island is flourishing around you.

Flourishing?

My son is stuck on a f*cking hell rock.

[breathes heavily]

I think it spoke to me.

Oh?

Did you follow it?

No.

What did it want?

It knows frightened men
will do desperate things.

What does that mean?

I want to see my children's things.

- [Richard breathing heavily]
- [footsteps staggering]

[breathing shakily]

Every second in that coffin,

I imagined their deaths.

[breathing shakily, sniffling]

[grunts]

[sniffs]

[whimpers]

[whispering] Sarah.

[sobbing]

Oh, so sad.

[straining]

[Patricia] Oh.

[Richard breathes heavily, panting]

As long as there are men with my blood,

you are bound to the covenant.
But I am the last.

What are you saying?

Take me out to sea,

past the point where sailors fear.

Once I am beyond its grip,

without the hex upon me,

I believe I will age and die.

With my bloodline gone,

my death will free the island
from its curse.

First of all,
we don't know that this will k*ll him.

There's only one way to find out.

Second of all,
the island's not gonna let him go easy.

It's dangerous enough out there.

At sea, at night,
let alone sailing with weak men.

And no, I'm not talking about him.

Anything can happen out there.

The fact that you don't know that
tells me how dangerous this really is.

[scoffs]

Last night…

[exhales]

I felt a presence.

I did.

I don't know what it is
and I don't know what it wants.

I know we have to end it.

I know we have to try.

He's not on my boat
unless he's in the g*dd*mn coffin.

[Tom] Um…

W-W-Wyck will take us out.

B-But there will be people on the dock.

So I have to ask, would you be w-willing
to get back inside the coffin?

Just… Just until we're on the boat.

- Just until we're on the boat.
- Yeah.

- [grunts]
- Yeah. Okay.

[Patricia] Tom.

[vehicle approaching]

[Tom gasps]

[whispering] Oh, sh*t.

What's he doing here?

Someone may have reported my screaming.
Let me talk to him.

What? H-H-Hold on. Hold on.

- Tom.
- [grunts]

I got this.

[door opens, closes]

[Patricia] Well, Patricia strikes again.

Lost my keys, found my keys.
It was great to see, uh…

Have a good night.

[Bechir] All right. You too.

- [Patricia] Yeah.
- You…

You should just go home.

[Bechir stutters]

[stutters]

Patricia.

Come here. Get out of my Jeep.

- [engine starts]
- [Bechir] What the hell are you doing?

Patricia.

Come here. Get…

- I swear to God…
- Oh, my God.

[Bechir] Patricia,
what the hell are you doing?

You better listen. Patricia!

Stop this! Sto… Stop this!

Come here!

Let's go.

[tense music playing]

[groaning]

Lot of fishermen learn the hard way
that you don't go too far from the island.

It's like our own Bermuda Triangle
out there.

[sighs]

So, we'll stop two minutes
before we get to this line.

That's the dead zone.

Crossing it will trigger this light.

Beyond this buoy, people like me
don't tend to come back.

Anyway, I'm gonna stop the boat
at the two-minute mark.

You can put him on the dinghy from there
and take him the rest of the way yourself.

Is-Is two minutes cutting it too close
for you?

You won't be able to row
on that thing much longer.

Let's get him past the buoy and
send him to hell so we can end all this.

The devil has hovered over this city,

made it his own.

The people in it are his.

Evil has triumphed over good here.

Look at my church.

I have no parish…

I have… I have weed. If you… If you want.

We-We just have to smoke it outside.

Your dad isn't coming home soon, is he?

No, no, no. Not for a while.

[actor] Good evening. Good evening.

What's his deal? [chuckles]

I don't know. I…

I used to think that
he was scared of everything.

But now I just think he's a liar.

Wanna find out?

[smacks lips] Is his room upstairs?

[stutters] Kelly, um… Okay. Um…

Leave Whitewood tonight. I beg of you.

- What power?
- Leave before it is too late.

Kelly, I don't… I don't…
I don't think that we should go in there.

If he's really lying to you,
he can't punish you.

It's called the moral high ground.

[Patricia crying, sniffling]

[stammers]

[sobbing] You're not taking me in?

No.

'Cause I can't listen to this all night.

But I'm at my wits end, Patricia.

Getting all kind of weird calls now.

f*cking pulling people out the ocean.

I need to know what the hell is going on.

I don't know what you mean.

Oh. Oh, I think you know
exactly what I mean.

And I know you loyal to Loftis,
but people are talking,

forming some kind of
action committee or some sh*t,

and hey, I can't blame 'em.

Nobody's been able to reach the guy
for the last 24 hours.

They just don't understand
what he's doing.

Well, make me understand what he's doing.

Huh?

Because if I don't,
it's dangerous for myself, my wife,

and every person on this island.

I can't.
They told me not to cause a panic.

[Bechir] Oh, Jesus Christ.
What might I panic about?

Come on, Patricia.

You know I've always been on your side.

[huffs]

- [radar beeping]
- [static on radio]

[person 1 speaking indistinctly on radio]

…approximately one mile
to the island. Low visibility.

[person 2 speaking indistinctly on radio]

[indistinct chatter on radio]

What? What is that?

The island playing games.

- [engine revs, sputters]
- [Wyck grunting]

Make sure…

Make sure that coffin is secure.

I'm gonna check below.

[pants]

- [Richard] Who goes there?
- [exhales]

[knocks on coffin]

[Richard] Hello.

I know it's you.

Please.

Say something.

- I feel like I'm suffocating!
- [stammers] Everything's fine. Just…

- Just take deep breaths.
- [Richard panting]

[Richard] Thank God. Oh, thank God.
God bless you.

Are you going to let me out now?

Look, I can't. And I-I-I am… I'm so sorry.

- It's what you promised.
- Yes, I-I know.

I… I realize that, but I…
and I am… I am so sorry.

[Richard] Oh, f*ck you.

- Fu-f*ck me?
- Yes. I said, "f*ck you."

f*ck you!

[Richard scoffs] f*ck me? f*ck you!

f*ck off.

[Richard] Are you still here?

Uh… He-He's… He's asking to be let out.

I will never understand
how the f*ck you got your job.

[chuckles]

Why are you even bringing this to me?

- He hasn't asked for much. He...
- Yeah.

It starts as one thing and then another.
I am not letting that thing loose.

Nah, you can't trust a man
that knows death's coming for him.

Well, it-it's hard...

Yeah, well of course it is!
Course it f*cking is!

[sighs]

Here.

My best friend, Mark Doyle,
and his sister.

My girl, Gerrie.

Gerrie Doyle?

[smacks lips] That's right.

M-Museum Gerrie?

That's the one.

Gerrie Doyle from the Historical Society?

- I said that's the one.
- Sorry.

I was just 16.

It was a bad time on the island.

[chuckles]

So the island's on lockdown.

There's curfews, uh… people going missing.

The perfect time for a fishing expedition.

[laughs]

Me and my four buddies,
we decide to steal a boat,

get it out on the white waves,
test our mettle.

Yeah. Yeah.

It struck from below at first.
Struck hard.

This thing was big.

It was gonna tear the boat apart
in seconds.

And then I hear Ricky say he saw…

saw a tentacle. [chuckles]

Just like that, we become little boys
again screaming for our mothers,

and I… [sniffles]

…and I'm… I know
I-I-I-I gotta get outta there. [chuckles]

You know, before the whole thing sinks.
Before we're dragged into its mouth.

And, so, I start to swim off.

And that…
that's when I felt it grab my foot.

[breathes shakily]

I was so scared.

I mean, it's… it's pulling on me,
and I'm trying to get away.

And then I realize it's Mark,
begging for help.

And now,

we're both getting pulled under and I…

and I see that thing below him.

We're both getting dragged down,
and I… and I…

I kicked him off me.

Kicked him off me.

- Wyck, that wasn't your fault.
- [chuckles]

I only told you that story so that
you'll listen to me one f*cking time.

Do not let him out!

I-I-I already let him out.

He can barely stand.

g*dd*mn you to hell.

Yeah. Yeah.

[Kelly gasps]

Oh. [laughs] Yeah.

- [box clacking]
- Oh.

They only lock it if there's a secret.

[chuckling]

Is that your mom?

She was so pretty.

I thought you said
she died during childbirth.

She did.

I knew her.

Well, this is sadder
than I thought it'd be.

I thought it'd be like a fun secret.

[Patricia] Yes, so my theory is
that the island corrupts.

And maybe that's
what would've happened to me.

I would have just been
another horrible incident in our history.

Who can say?

[sighs]

Okay, yeah, I know what that sounds like,
I… I get it.

Patricia's crazy. That's… That's fine.

Yeah. [sighs heavily] I'm out.

Do you believe me?

I just don't care to find out.

[clicks tongue] Didn't like it here before
and don't like it much more now.

Well, I really have only told you
the half of it...

And guess what?

I'm good.

[laughs] See. I'm-I'm-I'm good.

I don't need nothing.
I don't need the other half.

Do me a favor.

Why don't you give my friend, the mayor,
my week's notice.

That's it.

- Huh?
- Okay.

And, uh… feel free to help yourself out.

- Okay.
- The damn thing's broken anyway.

[door opens]

It might be fine tomorrow.

[stammers] Yeah, well, uh…

That sounds promising.

Mmm. And good luck to you all.

- Thank you.
- Mm-hmm.

[moaning]

[moaning continues]

- [sighs]
- [clears throat]

♪ Oh, come, lads ♪

♪ Let's earn our wage today ♪

♪ Who will be the last man? ♪

You know that one, Wyck?

Uh-huh.

♪ We'll board our ship and sail today ♪

♪ Who will be the last man? ♪

[breathes deeply]

[moaning]

[Wyck] We're getting close.

Get the dinghy ready.

I wonder what my last words will be.

Will I think of my children?

Hmm. Something trivial?
Some petty grievance?

Will I think of my mother?

Or will I say, "Please, God,

let me live"?

You know, if-if I made it to 60,
I'd be more than happy.

[boat creaks]

[grunting]

[grunts]

[engine sputters]

[grunting]

[eerie music playing]

[scoffs]

[sipping]

[Wyck gasps] No, no, no, no, no…

[grunting, panting]

[ominous music playing]

[breathes deeply, sighs]

Let's keep going.

[engine starts]

[Wyck] ♪ The skipper calls ♪

♪ For a starboard tack ♪

♪ But who will be the last one? ♪

♪ The eastern wind ♪

♪ Can't hold us back ♪

♪ Though the fish are few ♪

♪ And the water black ♪

- [humming]
- We're gonna need a different plan.

- [Richard grunts]
- [Tom groans]

[Wyck] You son of a b*tch! Give me that!

- [Richard] I wanna live!
- [Wyck] Give me that!

[Richard] Let go of me, you giant bear!
Let me go, you f*ck!

- I'm gonna make you eat my d*ck!
- [Wyck grunting]

[both grunting]

[Wyck] g*dd*mn it!

- Get the harpoon! Now!
- [Richard growls]

- [grunting, shouting continues]
- [grunting]

[Richard] I don't wanna die!
I don't wanna die!

[engine sputters]

[engine stops]

[pants]

[groans]

[panting]

[grunting]

[harpoon fires]

- [groaning]
- [Richard breathing heavily]

[shouting]

[Tom straining]

[Wyck shouts]

[all grunting]

- [Tom] Get him in the coffin!
- [Richard] No! No, no, no!

- Stay there.
- There!

[groaning, shouts]

- [Richard] Let me live! [groans]
- [Wyck grunts]

Let me live!

Let me live!

- [groaning]
- [Wyck] Lay down!

- [Richard shouting]
- [wind howls]

[Wyck shouting]

- [shouts]
- [grunting]

- [Tom straining]
- [banging on coffin]

- [Richard] I don't wanna die!
- [alarm blaring]

- [grunts]
- [gasps]

- Oh, thank y...
- [grunts]

[yells]

- [banging continues]
- [muffled shouting]

[straining]

[Richard, distorted] Let me live!

[banging stops]

[rattling]

[dramatic music playing]

- [music fades]
- sh*t. sh*t.

[alarm continues]

[sighs] sh*t.

- [panting]
- [engine starts]

[tense music playing]

Damn it.

[panting]

[alarm stops]

Wyck!

[panting]

Wyck!

Wyck!

- [whale calls]
- [panting]

[grunts, panting]

[thuds]

[gasping, grunting]

- [laughs]
- [hopeful music playing]

- I thought you were dead!
- [Wyck] Yeah?

- Then what are you doing down there?
- I-I was… I was looking for flares.

Yeah, so they can find you? Damn it all.

This sh*t… [groaning]

Why did you move that?

[switches clink, engine starts]

[panting]

[sighs]

You did good.

Thank you.

I did very f*cking good.

[both laughing]

Wait, did you check the coffin?

- Oh, yeah.
- [grunts]

Just a lot of ribs and Vienna sausage.

[laughing]

At least he's done singing.

[laughing continues]

[dramatic music playing]

Huh, yeah, perfect.
You kicked my suitcase down the stairs,

- you clubfooted moron.
- It just fell. Excuse me, it fell.

You have castoring rollers on the bottom,
which are a menace.

This is the worst inn I've ever stayed in.

- Good. Then you can leave.
- You smell like cabbage took a sh*t…

- That's…
- …in a baby's diaper.

[singing a cappella]
♪ Come lads let's earn our wage today ♪

♪ Who will be the last man? ♪

♪ We board the ship and sail today ♪

♪ Who will be the last man? ♪

♪ The eastern wind can't hold us back ♪

♪ Though the fish are few
And the water is black ♪

♪ The skipper calls for a starboard tack ♪

♪ But who will be the last man? ♪

♪ We drink our share of rum and ale ♪

♪ Cup shot to the last man ♪

♪ In a mighty storm of rain and hail ♪

♪ Fighting to the last man ♪

♪ We're drunk as sows
When the sun goes down ♪

♪ Far and away from our island town ♪

♪ The skipper walks the plank and drowns ♪

♪ But who will be the last man? ♪

♪ Ten days adrift at sea today ♪

♪ Who will be the last man? ♪

♪ The widows weep at home and pray ♪

♪ That theirs will be the last man ♪

♪ A hunger creeps for men asleep ♪

♪ And when they wake I bare my teeth ♪

♪ The blood and bile o'er deck they seep ♪

♪ For I become the last man ♪