All language subtitles for Voodoo Island - 1957.eng

If you don't mind, Mr. Carlton,
I'll form my own conclusions.

No response to any light source.

Media clear, nerve head normal.

No signs of intercranial pressures.

Convinced, Mr. Knight?

Mr. Knight,
I may only be a general practitioner.

I don't claim to be an authority...

but we've had other opinions
from specialists...

Mr. Carlton had flown to the islands
from the States.

They all agree.
There's nothing organically wrong with him.

Then Mitchell's condition
could be self-induced.

Isn't that right, Dr. Wilding?

From the clinical point of view,
he could speak...

he could hear, he could see.

All I know is that organically
there's nothing wrong with him.

That he's physically normal...

and yet there is something wrong with him.

He's probably in a plenary trance
under a mental block...

the origin of which
is beyond my knowledge.

Nobody had ever set foot on this island.

I didn't even know what I owned,
or if a hotel could be built.

I sent a four-man survey team
of engineers and architects there...

to bring back a report.

Only Mitchell returned, alone.

He was found on a boat...

beached on some other island
50 miles away...

a trading post,
run by some character named...

- Skyler.
- Martin Skyler.

Mitchell was in exactly
the same condition he's in now:

alive but not alive.

Do you think I'd sink millions of dollars
into a venture...

that would scare the paying public witless?

Why not? The public loves to be scared.

It excites the imagination.

Makes them believe
in the existence of things unreal.

He doesn't believe in Santa Claus, either.

I read that in your last book.

You call Mitchell's condition unreal?

Hundreds of people swore to the reality
of the Loch Ness monster...

in the Scottish Highlands years ago.

It was anything from 20 to 300 feet in height.

- And had a head on it--
- But here's a human being.

Flesh and blood and bone.

And then there was the case
of the sea monster...

off the coast of Nantucket.

The local merchants did a thriving
tourist trade until I debunked that fraud.

It turned out to be a huge rubber monster...

about to launch a department store
Thanksgiving Day parade for the kiddies.

Yeah. And you broke every little kid's heart.

Like letting air out of a balloon.

I saw that one
on your television program and--

Barney.

My dear Carlton...

you've spread your name all over the world
by means of your hotels.

Now what more perfect way
to lure the vacationing tourist...

to your new hotel than to cover the island
with a spell of voodoo?

Make it mysterious, exotic, forbidding.

Thank you, Mr. Finch, I will take another.

Knight, I'm a God-fearing man.

Something happened here to him.

I don't want to think what.

Are you trying to tell me that
he's under the spell of some Uhuanga?

- A hex?
- All right. Go there. Find out.

I'd welcome it.

When I take hold of something I don't let go.

Before I'm finished
I might sink your little island.

I'll take that gamble.

- No strings attached?
- No strings attached.

Barney, call the Lehua airport. Get Vickers.

I'm sending along one other person.
Winter, my chief designer.

I want ideas straight from the island.

Color, decor, everything tropical.

I'll make the Paradise Carlton
the greatest showplace in the world.

- Or hoax.
- Hold it, Vickers.

He wants to know how many, Mr. Carlton.

- Mr. Knight, Winter.
- That's two.

- You.
- Me?

- You.
- Three.

Miss Adams, my research assistant
who made the trip with me here.

- Four.
- Four.

Better make it five.

I want Mitchell.

Hold on.

- You want Mitchell?
- Why not?

Your own doctor says
there's nothing wrong with him physically.

If all this is in his mind or put there...

I'm going to find out.
And if it's not, I'll find that out, too.

And my way of doing it
is to take Mitchell back with me.

- But this is impossible!
- He's had it. He's gone.

As Mr. Carlton said, he's like dead.

Well, Mr. Carlton?

I said no strings.

Come on, Wilding,
we'll make all arrangements right now.

But, sir.

Six. That's right, six.

Mitchell, he's coming with us.

That's funny. The line...

it went dead.

Blood?

Attention, please. Flight 303...

Hawaiian Airlines now boarding at Gate 2.

Paging Miss Clare Winter
with the Phillip Knight party.

Telephone message
at communication office.

The plane's on the flight line.
I checked the tower.

- We're clear to take off in 30 minutes.
- Good.

Nelson's over at operations
getting a rundown on the weather.

Let me know when you're ready.
Where are the others?

- In the lounge.
- I'll meet you back here.

- What is he thinking? What does he see?
- I don't know.

Whatever it is, I don't envy him.

All that work. I think it's wicked.

Call time.

- Cigarette?
- No, thanks, Miss Winter, I--

- Clare.
- Clare.

I don't smoke.

A martini? Chilled. Lovely.

- Just the thing before we take off.
- Thanks.

I really have to finish this for Mr. Knight.

Come on, chilled and lovely...

I'll buy you a martini,
all on the expense account.

Will passenger Walter Smith...

please check with Aloha Airlines'
information counter.

Chilled and lovely. Doesn't drink.
Doesn't smoke. Doesn't anything.

You wouldn't teach her any bad habits,
would you?

Dear Mother Barney,
get back in your kennel.

Mr. Knight, this is the report you dictated.

The notes on the Polynesian cult,
I'll type up on the plane.

Tell me, Adams, do you believe
in the magic of these spirits?

The power of voodoo?

If I said yes,
you'd put me in your television show...

and have me masked so the people
couldn't identify me as a sorceress.

Then you'd try
to debunk everything I'd say...

to prove that voodooism
has no religious significance...

but is only practiced to superimpose fear
on superstitious people.

And if you said no?

Who says no to you, Mr. Knight?

I'll remain what I am,
your research department.

Adams, I bless the day
that you came into my life.

But I am pretty dull, aren't I?

You mustn't say that, my dear girl, no.

Not at all. You're exciting.
Most definitely exciting.

Attention please. Mr. Phillip Knight
and party, please report to Gate 4.

Your plane is ready for boarding.

Spike, hi.

- Any mail?
- Yep.

N5621 Victor calling Weather Station 4.

N5621 Victor calling Weather Station 4, over.

N5621 Victor.

Howard Carlton's private plane.

I wonder how they get that much
solid gold off the ground, anyway.

Weather Station 4 calling N5621 Victor.

I read you, over.

N5621 Victor calling Weather Station 4.

Come in, Weather Station 4, over.

Weather Station 4 calling 21 Victor.

I hear you loud and clear, over.

N5621 Victor calling Weather Station 4.

Come in. Come in.

I'm in, 21 Victor.

I read you. You're right on course.

Come in, Weather Station 4. Come in.
What's cutting loose up here?

Barometric pressure's dropped like a bomb.

Our navigational instruments are out.
We're flying the stars.

Do you read me? Over.

This guy must be flying on a cloud.

There isn't a weather disturbance
within 500 miles of here.

N5621 calling Weather Station 4.
I think I have you fixed.

I've got no choice,
I'm coming in for a landing.

I hope this guy's read his Bible.
You better get out the lanterns.

Weather Station 4 calling 21 Victor.

What's the matter?
You guys anti-social here?

What are you talking about?

Hey, how'd it clear up so fast?
What happened?

You got a touch of high altitude.

N5621 Victor calling Wake Island.

Over.

So how do you figure?

It was like the atmosphere was shot
full of flack up where we were.

Smooth as a baby's bathtub down here.

And the minute we land, everything
seems to start working again, except this.

You must have shorted out
somewhere in that thing.

And if you can't get it fixed...

we'll send up carrier pigeons
with the weather report.

Let them fly without radio contact. Not me.

N5621 Victor calling Wake.

Over.

N5621 Victor calling Wake Island.

What happened, Adams?

I looked up and he was out of his chair.

He was wild,
like he was trying to say something.

Doctor. Put him on the cot.

Help me get his coat off.

Dr. Wilding, what is it? What caused this?

I don't know. I can't tell.

He shouldn't have made this trip.
I shouldn't have permitted it.

- I tried to tell Mr. Carlton.
- Forget about it. He's here now.

Returning to the island won't make him
any worse than he was before.

- Anything we can do?
- Thank you, no. We have a doctor.

N5621 Victor calling Wake Island.

His blood pressure's dropping.

One hundred and twenty.

One hundred and fifteen over 65.

What does it mean?
What's happening to him?

Heart action, pulse beat...

they're both slowing down.
I don't understand.

N5621 Victor calling Wake Island, over.

One hundred.

Sixty.

Open up his shirt. Lie him down.

The adrenaline. I haven't got any more.

Here, help me raise him up.

Ninety over 59.

Pulse is weaker.

We're out of adrenaline.

Seventy-five over 48.

He can't last much longer.

621 Victor.

Come on, you guys,
let's not make this a career, will you?

N5621 Victor, this is Wake.

How long does this go on?
I've heard your jabbering for two hours...

Wait. It's picking up. His pulse is good. 90.

...emergency code, unless we see
acknowledgment on sign off, over.

N5621 to Wake.

Thanks for coming in, Wake.
Just testing. Over and out.

One hundred and fifteen over 65.

One hundred and twenty over 72.

One hundred and thirty over 78.

Thank you.

How do you do? My name is Phillip Knight.

Gunn. You're late.
We expected you yesterday.

Plane trouble. Forced us down.

Welcome, civilization.

- Mr. Gunn. Adams.
- And you?

This is Miss Winter.

Yes, it is.

He's going to make Skyler very happy.

He's getting lighter every minute. if we don't
put him someplace, he'll blow away.

Get him to the jeep.

- How far to Skyler's place?
- The other side of the island.

About three or four miles.

Baggage. Load on jeep.

We might as well wait in the jeep.

- I wouldn't want you to melt.
- There's no chance of that.

Nelson and I are going over the plane
to make sure the radio checks out.

Good. I'll send the jeep back for you later.

Thank you.

Phillip Knight. Adams and Miss Winter.

- How do you do, Mr. Skyler?
- How do you do?

How do you do?

What's he doing here?

This man's not in his mind.

- He's among the dead.
- Mr. Skyler, we brought him back.

You brought him back.

He cannot stay. I will not have it.

This man must be taken away. Now!

Now, there's no need for panic or hysteria.

The man's perfectly harmless, I assure you.

We've traveled a long way
to find the answers to certain questions.

You help us find those answers...

and you'll profit very handsomely,
I promise you.

Or rather, Howard Carlton promises.

-Isn't that right, Mr. Finch?
- Like money in the bank.

Excuse my in hospitality.

I'll have you shown
to your rooms immediately.

Gunn, their luggage.

Come.

All right, Doctor,
you can take Mr. Mitchell in now.

Make yourselves at home.
Your rooms will be ready in a minute.

- I hope you had a pleasant trip, sir.
- Thanks, Mr. Skyler.

That's very kind of you.

Looking at the night? The tropical plants?

- Or just dreaming?
- Just dreaming, I guess.

Better not let the great Knight know...

you were thinking of something else
on his time.

You don't like him.

You know, Adams,
I could do a lot for you if you let me.

Your hair, the way you wear it,
it's old-fashioned.

The shaping of your eyes
with just the proper shade of makeup...

the right color of lipstick for your lips.

And your clothes,
I know how I would design them.

I could make you become alive, dear.

I'm going for a walk.

Well.

Sorry.

Thanks.

Come inside for a drink?

I like it out here.

I could, too.

- Alone.
- That's no way to talk.

I haven't been close to a woman
for a long time.

Let's keep it that way, shall we?

You stay out of my world
and I'll stay out of yours.

- That wasn't my idea.
-It is mine.

What is your world?

Very private, Mr. Gunn. Very exclusive.

And very special, too.

Very special.

You're asking me to take you
across to that island.

- Risk my boat.
- But it's our risk, not yours.

For cash. Nice and green and lots of it.

You'll have him sick in a minute,
that color green.

It makes him see spots in front of his eyes.

A man's boat is his sole possession
on these islands. It's his lifeline.

He loses that, he loses everything.

We lose your boat,
Mr. Carlton will buy you a new one.

Any size, any shape.

Everybody's so generous.

What do they want?

They want to rent my boat and supplies
to go across to the island.

Planning a picnic?

That's right. A scientific picnic, Mr. Gunn.

Nobody ever goes to that island.
Not in his right mind.

- Why do you say that?
- I don't say, it's what the natives say.

What they have been saying
for the last 50 years.

They say nobody ever goes there
and comes back.

But Mitchell went and he came back.

But how did he come back?

Where are the other three?
What happened to them?

That's what we want to find out.

The natives here don't have
much sense of humor...

when it comes to anybody
breaking their taboos.

Why, Mr. Gunn,
I had visions of you being a realist.

I can't believe that you're taken in
by fears and superstitions...

or black magic.

I'm only telling you
what we know about the natives.

They never talk about their magic for effect,
they live it.

They use it to fight off starvation, disease...

anything they think evil.
It's their way of survival.

And their kind of magic can be
far more real than guns or bullets.

And a lot deadlier.

You talk
as though we were in the Dark Ages.

It's not my boat, it's Skyler's.

I only run it for him. Convince him.

It's on the desk.

Mr. Skyler, have you any idea
what will happen to your island...

if Carlton builds his hotel out there?

Of course, you'll play a big part in the book
that I'm going to write on how l...

How we broke the spell.

To say nothing of having your name
linked with Howard Carlton's.

But I'll leave Mr. Finch
to fill you in on the details.

Yeah. I can see it all now.

The waves will be washing the gold
up on your beach.

We'll see that all planes and ships land here.

We'll give you the exclusive
for all transportation...

you'll have the service for getting people
from here to your hotel all to yourself.

Yeah, we'll name the place Skyler's Island.

You tie up with Mr. Carlton...

you'll be in travel folders and posters
all over the world.

And when people say Skyler's Island...

it'll be like saying,
"Your favorite breakfast food."

Of course,
this is only a small down payment.

Well, what can I say?

We cannot live by food alone.

I'm at your service.

Cheers.

Gunn, you will make
the necessary arrangements.

Yeah.

The magic of a buck.

Poor old Martin Skyler.

I wonder what'll happen to him
someday when he has no more soul to sell.

What are you bleeding for? You stay
with him, you cut yourself in for a piece.

Who knows, you may even own yourself
a boat to go with that cap.

Mitchell. He's gone. Wilding's on the bed.

I don't know what happened.

Wilding.

Where is he? Where's Mitchell?
Mitchell is gone.

- What is it?
- I don't understand it.

I was sitting in that chair reading.
Mitchell was in this bed.

He just kept staring at me,
the way he always does.

I never got up out of that chair.

I never should've let him stay on this island.

- I shouldn't have listened to you.
- Never mind.

Take the jeep back to the plane.
He may have gone there.

You know this island well.
You and Wilding search one part.

I suggest we stay together on this island.

May I ask what the trouble is?

It's Mitchell. He disappeared.
We were just going to--

Mitchell?

Come along.

Oh, it's you.

- I was wondering where you disappeared to.
- You frightened me.

The lagoon. Mitchell.

- He's dead.
- Dead?

That day you found him in the boat,
washed up on the beach...

was he in the same position?
His arms and body pointed that way?

Yes.

North-northwest.

The island. Dead reckoning.

- Good morning, Miss Winter.
- Good morning.

Today, everything is wonderful.

I feel years younger. Alive again.

- All of my troubles, over.
- So are Mitchell's.

Don't misunderstand me.
Of course it's too bad Mitchell had to die.

- That's life.
- That's life.

- Maybe he's got the best thing.
- Exactly.

But it's like with Carlton,
it's like opening a new frontier.

Exploring a vast unknown.

Together we shall create an empire
throughout the entire Pacific.

Well, that's over.

- He's gone then? On the plane?
- Yes, he's gone.

Wilding said he'd send word when
he gets to the hospital and does an autopsy.

Adams.

What was that I dictated last night
in reference to Mitchell's demise?

"Death as a result of extreme stimulation
of the body's defense mechanisms...

"which, when finding no outlet or escape...

"from the primary cause
precipitating such emotion...

"in turn panics, commits emotional suicide."

- Thank you, Adams.
- What does that mean?

What does it mean?
That he was scared to death.

Let's get aboard and check those supplies.

I want to pull out of here with the tide.

An Uhuanga bag.

A death wish.

Another.

There should be four more.

Four? Six.

One for each of us.

Dirt?

Ashes.

How much longer?

Should be picking up the island
any time now.

Take about a half an hour after that.

Why are you in this, Gunn?

I can understand about the others,
but not you.

Now, that cap of yours.

You could buy them
at any war surplus store.

Not the one you're wearing.

Too much of your sweat has stained it.

Too much blood.

Too many memories, maybe?

There's the island.

Adams, we've sighted the island.

I'll give him a hand.

- What's wrong?
- I don't know.

I'll just go below and check the engine.

Carlton's lawyer had to take inventory...

and discover Carlton owned an island
he didn't know he owned.

Carlton needs an island
like he needs another million dollars.

Then you had to get ideas.

You know, before this is over,
you're apt to be famous, Mr. Finch.

I might even use you
on my television program.

Here's your jinx, Skyler.

When we get back, you can stuff it
and mount it in your trophy room.

A bug fouled up the fuel line.

Make a note of that, Adams.

Mysterious failure of engine...

explained by the presence
of a dead insect in the fuel line.

He never lets go, does he?

I don't mind. I'm used to it.
It's part of my job.

- What is it now?
- I don't know what it is.

There's no use killing the battery.

- Well, we can't stay here and just drift.
- Swim.

I think there's a very good chance
that the tide'll take us in.

A very good chance indeed.

Yeah, but it won't come in
until tomorrow morning.

Well, cheers.

There's more life in a cemetery.

That's just what you'll find out there.
A nice, cozy little graveyard.

Did you mark down
the exact time of our landing, Adams?

8:12 a.m.

Approximate latitude:
36 degrees west by 178 degrees north.

Or is that an incorrect estimate, Mr. Gunn?

No. You hit it just right.

That's a push-button control system
you brought along with you.

You just got your finger on the button
that knocks chips off people's shoulders.

- All right. I'm sorry.
- Never mind.

Hold it.

Something's shining over there.

- What do you make out of it?
- I don't know.

This mark, it's a sign used
by land surveyors.

Then they must have landed here.

Look out!

- Are you all right? Sure?
- Yeah.

Coconut crabs. Might be more around.
Get away from the tree.

- Thanks, Gunn.
- Forget it.

Where else could he pick up
a machine like you around here?

A surveyor's transit.

- Mitchell's? Carlton's party?
- Looks like it.

Small clearing in the distance.

- Looks as if it--
- As if what?

As if it might have been a camp.

We'll head in that direction.

I think this is the place.

Where's that old Brownie spirit,
lady exclusive?

Give me a cigarette, will you, Gunn?

Sure.

- Now drop dead.
- Any time you say.

You make it sound exciting.

I'd like something
with a little more guts than water.

It's in there. Help yourself.

Insects, they'll drive you insane.

Those noises. Can't see them. They won't
let you know what they are. I hate them.

You're wrong, Skyler. You don't hate nature.

Every bird, every animal, every living thing
out there has its own place.

Yes. And each has
its own particular kind of beauty.

There is beauty here.

Real beauty, untouched by civilization.

Too bad Carlton isn't here.
You'd have him crying real tears.

I'm afraid your parents neglected
to provide you with a poetic soul.

I presume you did have parents?
A mother and a father, perhaps?

Adams, I want some shots of this.

So what is your angle?

They did camp here. Tent pegs.

Ashes.

There were ashes in that Uhuanga bag
left on the deck of the ship, remember?

Right where Mitchell's head was.

Maybe they're not ashes from a fire.

Maybe they're ashes of a different kind.

All this stuff. It grows while you look at it.

- Like it was alive.
- Hold it.

Carlton's crest.
It's stamped on everything in every hotel.

We'll clear away some more of this stuff...

and camp here for the night
instead of at the beach.

We might find another clue.

More ashes? Bones that wouldn't burn?

Perhaps.

We'll split up in the morning
and see if we can find their trail.

Right now, we'll go back to the boat
and pack in more supplies.

- What about the girls?
- We'll be all right.

Just to make sure.

Come on, Skyler.
You can count Carlton's money on the way.

Take your mind off nature.

Well, we have some protection.

- But no cigarettes.
- Let's light a fire.

They'll want some warm food
when they get back.

I'd give a lot
for just a shower and some clean clothes.

And a double martini.

Where are the supplies?

- I got mine.
- The food?

Ask him.

They were his supplies,
every last one of them.

Stinking, rotten, and crawling with maggots.

How could I know it would happen?

And you. First Mitchell dies,
then the boat, now our supplies.

Or maybe you think
it's all one big, happy publicity gag.

There are answers to everything
that happened.

Perfectly sound and logical answers,
and I'm going to find them.

I wouldn't say it, Mr. Finch.

Now, we've got food to last a couple of days
and that ought to see us through.

The rest of you, get some sleep
and give your nerves a rest.

I wasn't able to sleep.

You mean there is
something human about you after all?

I don't know. ls there?

All right, Adams, I'm sorry.

I guess I have been riding you.

Why don't you give in and have a drink?
Might do wonders for you.

Like it has for you, Gunn?

Maybe I'm past the stage
of having wonders done for me.

I was only thinking of you.

Thinking of how a drink might break down
that machine I just turned you into.

Here, go ahead. Try it.

Thank you very much,
but I like the way I am.

And what way are you?

Something so crammed full of facts
and figures, names, dates and places...

reports, typing up nice lectures...

that you've no room left inside
to be a woman?

Think like a woman? Feel like one?

To even look at a man...

much less ever learn to hate him,
or love him.

Is that how you like yourself?

So, there is some woman in you.

I wondered whether Knight
had locked all of it out.

Ever been in hate, or love, Adams?

Why should that make
any difference to you?

It shouldn't make any difference.

I don't know.

I don't know why I asked.

I should know you never loved a man.

You wouldn't know how to if you could.

You'd run for the hills.

We all have our hills to run to, Gunn.

What made you run to yours?

Where'd everybody go?

Mr. Knight thought he found a sign
leading to Mitchell's trail.

They went off to explore it.

Which reminds me, I better do
some sketching and exploring myself.

Clare, did you hear anything?

No.

No luck, Adams. Not a sign of a trail.

- Clare.
- Clare? What...

Look, it's a plant. Hack away the roots.

A plant?

It's too late.

I should have stopped her.
I shouldn't have let her go.

Poor girl.

Carnivorous plants.

Throwbacks to the Paleocene epoch
nearly 15 million years ago.

These plants live in the water.
They could also be on land.

Even more carnivorous.

What are we supposed to do?
Wait around till it gets to be their mealtime?

It might also mean
that there's life on this island.

Human life.

You said you thought
you heard something...

just before Clare wandered away.

What was it?

I don't know. I don't remember.

Try to think, Adams. Try hard.

I can't.

Why did I let her go?

It was a tragic accident.

Not your fault. It's all right.

I'll take the camera.

I've had it, Knight.

I'm for getting out and getting back
if I have to crawl.

Let Carlton bring his bulldozers, tractors,
build his hotel and be done with it.

We can't go back, not now.

We can't go back?

What do you mean, we can't go back? Why?

Don't you see that every sign
we've followed...

has drawn us even deeper into the jungle?

There are more ways of destroying us
than just by open attack.

- I'm taking that chance if it happens.
- Mr. Finch!

If this island is inhabited,
we won't live that long...

unless we go on
as though we suspected nothing.

Somebody wanted us to come this way.

Besides, the surveyor's instrument,
pointing through the jungle...

leading us straight to Mitchell's
abandoned camp...

No accident, I promise you.

Believe me, if we go back now...

we'll have more than man-eating plants
to fight our way through.

Clare would be alive now
if she hadn't wandered away by herself.

I tell you we have no choice but to go on.

Stay together.

Now, let us bury her.

Come on, Adams.
You don't want to watch this.

I think right now I could change my mind
and take that drink you wanted to give me.

I could use a few wonders.

No, Adams, I was wrong.

Those wonders don't help
change things inside you.

You have to change them yourself.

When did you find that out?

I didn't have to find out...

I've been walking around knowing.

Knowing what, Gunn?

My own helplessness, failure.

What does that have to do
with Clare's death?

It's nothing you can blame yourself for.

I had a boat blown out from under me
around one of these islands during the war.

I lived. Nobody else lived.

But I did.

And I was the one who ran the boat,
who gave the orders.

When I couldn't save them...

Not one, not even one
single little piece of them.

Seeing her die just now...

They died all over again.

Gunn, don't torture yourself.

You can't live in the past.

You should forget about it.

There are more of them.
We can't stay here. Hurry.

What about it, Gunn?

Gunn, get us back to the boat.
Get it started and get us out of here.

I'll double the ante, I'll triple it.

All right, you, Skyler.
Which way do you turn?

With me, or with him in your grave?

It's Carlton's party, his money,
he's paying for it and it's his island.

While I'm here, I'm Carlton.
I say we go back, with or without them.

Gunn, let's go.

All right, Skyler, go with him, without us.

But ask Mr. Finch one question.

Remember the Uhuanga bag on the deck
of the boat, with the death wishes?

There were six of them.

One for each of us.

Ask Mr. Finch if his money
will buy back yours.

You asleep?

No.

With all that happened today
and everything, I never thanked you.

I have a long way to go to even things up.

You've evened them, Gunn.

You stayed with us.

You could have said yes.

You could have turned your back
and none of us would be together now.

That's like saving another life, too.

What's your first name?

Matthew. What's yours?

Sarah.

I like Gunn better.

The other night you said
I was some machine.

You asked if I'd ever been in hate, or love.

I was in hate with you then, Gunn.

To me you were no man.

You were so full of bitterness and self-pity.

I'm sorry, Adams.

I'm sorry I hurt you.

If you still want...

go ahead and hate me.

No, don't say that, Gunn.

Because I hated myself, too, for what I was.

I'm not the same anymore.

I'm not that machine.

No, you fool. They'll slaughter us to bits.

Gunn, look, there's a bridge ahead.

The images on the altar.

Mitchell.

The other men that Carlton
sent to the island.

Precisely.

Over 50 years ago...

I led a band of my people to this island.

Survivors who fled from island to island...

as your world moved in to crush ours.

This island always has been taboo.

When we first discovered the plants...

we knew why no one ever returned.

So we built our village here...

letting the plants grow on both sides of us.

You...

you have your world waiting for you.

But we, our backs are turned to the sea.

We have no place left...

to run, to hide.

Same as Mitchell.

I understand.

Have no fear, your secret will be safe.

You will live here in peace.

No one will ever know.

I'll go back to our world, yes.

I'll go back and I'll tell them that...

no one can ever come to this island.

That no one... Nothing can survive.

Your secret will be kept, I promise you.

What do you mean, his secret will be safe,
you promise him?

You promised me things.

He promised.

You think you're going back
and tell Carlton what you've just told him?

I'll not be robbed out of my part
of this island.

Not by a pack of inferior creatures
who don't deserve to live.

Haku!

Why. Skyler, why?

No matter what you thought,
no matter what I said...

I was bargaining for our lives in there
and I'd have had them, too.

But now, I don't know. I just don't know.

The only thing, all of us...

Tonight we stay close,
closer than we've ever been before.

It's our only hope.

Now let's get some sleep.

Gunn, wake up.

- What is it?
- Look.

Stay with Finch. Don't leave the hut.

- What about the guard?
- Never mind.

Skyler.

Skyler, where...

What happened to you?

Nothing happened.

How did you get here?

Get where?

Who cut you loose?

Who let you go?

- Let me go?
- Skyler.

Skyler, stop moving.

Stand still.

Stop moving.

Moving?

I'm not moving.

Get off this bridge!

But there was no one near him.

No one.

Last night in your hut, I said many things.

I didn't believe them, I was lying.

But now...

I do believe.

And in a different way...

I, too, have been punished.

- But l...
- Yes, I know, Gunn.

You had it when I left you at the hut.

But just before Skyler fell to his death...

I found it on the bridge with this in its heart.

I think all of you may go now.

Gunn, take Adams across the bridge.

Are there more of them?

Goodbye.

But our boat. We had trouble.

Your troubles are not over.

There are still the plants.

I have men who are waiting to lead you.

A safe journey.