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THE LAST ISLAND

Help me.

Are you all right?

No.

It's my leg.

We're alive.

Most aren't.

Are they all dead?

I didn't check all of them.

Someone should go and see if they're...

I'm sorry, lass.

Are you all right?

Yes, yes.

No, not really.

But go and see to the others.

Will you come?

No way.

I'm not going back in there.

Go, child, go.

I'll come with you.

It's not bleeding much now.

Listen.

Well, he seems to be all right.

Get him out later.

They always know where every passenger plane is.

The position's on radar and in the computer.

They're all monitored by satellite.

We'll have been missed by now.

No need to worry.

What the hell happened?

Why did we crash?

I was sleeping.

I don't know what happened.

The engines cut out.

It was all very quiet and then suddenly it got quieter.

Does anybody know where we are?

On a deserted island.

What if they can't find us?

Oh, they'll find us.

If not tomorrow, the day after.

It will be too late.

Corpses rot fast in the tropics.

We cannot wait to see if they come and rescue us tomorrow,

because if they do not rescue us tomorrow,

the bodies will decompose and we will have much difficulty

to remove them out cleanly.

We have no choice.

If they're not here by dawn, we must get them out.

And then what?

What are we going to do with them?

We must blow up the plane with the dead inside.

There's enough fuel.

We need the plane to be seen by our rescuers.

We'll have to burn them.

No other way?

Mrs. Godame.

It really is a deserted island.

What?

There's no people here, Jack.

Do you pray Mrs. Godame?

Sometimes.

I pray that we shall be rescued.

We should all pray.

Learn patience, my son.

That's important.

Oh great.

Plastic flowers.

Just what we needed.

What's in here?

UE Jensen, Sweden.

A long way from home, Mr. Jensen.

Nick had better take a look at this.

Pierre?

Pierre?

Can you hear anything?

Everything is dead.

I tried every frequency.

Nick.

Nick, give me the binoculars, man.

Give me the binoculars.

What is it?

- I think I saw a plane. - Where?

Straight out there.

Right out there.

Sean, flare, flare.

Flare, flare!

Pierre.

Pierre.

What is it?

- What did you see? - It looked like a plane.

There was something out there. - Where?

Honest to God.

Well, whatever it is, it's gone now.

Figment of your imagination, laddie.

No it wasn't.

I'm certain I saw something straight out there.

Let's have some breakfast.

Where are you from, Joanna?

I now live in Toronto, Canada.

And your profession?

I'm a lawyer.

With the cases in the courtroom "and all that?"

Yeah. "And all that"

Will they miss you, the criminals?

Oh, I expect they found a replacement by now.

They've got to come.

They've got to.

Maybe we should plant those seeds you found, just in case.

Yes, maybe.

What's the point?

They'll pick us up.

I'm telling you, they'll be here soon.

I'm fed up sleeping in here.

Tomorrow I'm going to find a nice spot

under the trees in the grass.

You're going to build a hut?

Well, maybe not a hut.

A shelter or something.

Just in case.

That will not be necessary.

We shall be rescued.

The Lord will provide.

Till then, we'll have to provide our own.

Why aren't they coming, for fuck's sake?

They should have been here ages ago.

Can't just have lost us, a big brute like this.

Hey, what is it? What is it?

Is someone on it?

Jesus fucking Christ.

What's happened to him?

Maybe a tanker caught fire.

Maybe the world caught fire.

Are you feeling all right?

I have lost most of my children.

I think we're the last people.

If something terrible has happened to the world,

it's because God has chastised His creation.

It's punishment for our sins.

That's why the plane crashed.

Full of sinners.

If we wish to be rescued, we must

humble ourselves and put ourselves

into the hands of the Lord.

Oh, built up, Nick.

Don't want the hand of the Lord around me.

And I'd thank you'd keep your sanctimonious

drivel to yourself.

Gets up my nose.

Smile.

All right.

I'll have four copies, please.

Same day delivery.

No problem.

OK.

Cigarettes.

Cameras.

These shoes are very attractive, Joanna.

Very you.

They'll make me the belle of the ball.

No.

"¿How are you?"

"You're lucky I'm a peaceful person, pig."

I got it. I got it.

- Rabbit. - It's not your turn.

I'm coming right down the side.

I've got a triple word.

Antique.

Antique, that's 10, 14, 15, 16, 17.

You always do this.

I've got that word.

Hey.

OK, is it my go now?

I'm learning.

Rabbit.

The big white bunny rabbit.

The scales.

They grow in the water.

They are swimming by couples.

They shine.

This is what they call a trunkfish.

And it's completely solid.

"It's criminal, for God's sake, criminal!"

They are so rare.

"Kind of idiot!"

You bloody idiot, wasting ammunition.

We need those bullets.

Hey, hey, hey.

Pack it in.

I am the one that does the killing around here.

Is that understood?

You shot it! "Kind of moron!"

It wasn't me.

It was him.

It was Jack.

I didn't want to kill it.

I was only horsing around.

It was just an accident.

God damn it.

I didn't want to kill the fucking bird.

Shit.

It was an accident.

Honestly, I like birds.

"You know what I think of you?"

You're a creep.

"A real idiot." That's what I think of you.

Didn't mean to do it.

I was only having some fun.

Fuck.

Fuck it all.

Just fuck it.

I want to go home.

I want to get away from you and you and you.

You're all fucking crazy.

You can't go home.

Get used to the idea.

And pull yourself together.

I shall take stern measures with you

if you ever take one of the guns without my permission again.

Back off, man.

Don't piss me off.

I know where we are.

Somewhere near the Paloma Islands.

That's where we are.

This bird is only found on the Paloma Isles.

It's only 1,000 kilometers from the mainland.

Now we know which way to go when the boat is finished.

West.

All right.

It's all right, Jack.

It's all right.

We're going to be all right.

Like cricket in Australia, mate.

Come on, Jack, play ball.

Hurry up.

Yeah.

Right.

Try again.

Come on.

Stop taking your time.

Play ball.

Catch this.

Swing it in, Jack.

We make a good team.

How do you hold this thing?

I'll show you how it's done.

- What have I got to do? - Hold it tight.

- Like this? - Hold it up high.

Quit horsing around. Come on.

Play ball. - Cut it out.

Take that great mitt off me, cobber.

Cobber, I thought that word was outlawed down under.

- Fair dinkum. - Right.

You want to have a go?

No, I'm a better catcher.

Come on, Jack.

Put a bit of life into it.

What are you, a man or a man?

Put some muscle into it.

Amateurs, that's what you are.

Fetch.

Ball, ball, ball.

Hey, cut it out.

It's just a game, OK?

Relax, Jack.

Screw you, dickhead.

Can we play a game? I'm finished.

Go play ping pong.

Fetch your own balls.

It's definitely not cricket.

Go and play with yourself, you wanker.

What about a spot of work?

Yeah, no offense, Jack, we didn't mean it.

I'm not telling you to give up all hope.

I'm only asking you to be realistic.

If I can't hope, what's the point of living?

Don't hope for rescue.

Hope for something else.

I've got to have something.

You have.

Your life here.

I don't want to live here.

You have to.

You have no choice.

No.

See, you don't understand.

It's like... it's like hoping for the moon

to come down and talk to you.

I want the moon to come down and talk to me.

Listen to me carefully, Tuesday.

You have got to stop mourning sometime, you know.

It's been weeks since you had a proper meal.

Pull yourself together.

We are all you have got.

So whenever you're ready.

Here you are, Pierre.

Can we eat these?

Where did you find that?

The other side of the island.

That's a pangium edule, what you call pangi,

and this is very poisonous.

Now stay away from that.

OK.

We can't eat them.

They're poisonous.

Nothing works, god damn it.

Nothing fucking works in this fucking place at all.

If I use no more than two rounds per week,

the ammunition should last 13 weeks.

That's more than three months from now.

Well, I was merely calculating.

We'll be out of here long before that.

With God's help.

Do you know, I rather like it here.

I'll be quite sorry to leave.

It's so peaceful.

I've never felt like this before.

It's paradise.

Paradise, my ass.

I'd like a nice, hot shower and some clean clothes.

I'm bored here.

I'd like a night out with the guys, a couple

of pitchers of beer, you know?

Hell, I'd give my eye teeth for a nice cold beer

and a warm woman.

A warm woman.

I'm dying for a fuck, if you want to know.

I'm not interested.

Anybody who touches the lady without her consent,

I'll break his neck.

And every bone in his body too.

OK?

Of course not.

I mean, of course.

You know what I mean.

I love my wife.

I always loved her since the first day.

And I have never looked at another woman.

It's not personal, Joanna.

You're very attractive, I'm sure,

but I'm simply not interested.

You're very attractive too, Pierre, I'm sure,

but I'm not interested either.

So that's all right then.

Jack.

What?

What about you?

What do you want?

I'm not interested.

You're lying.

I know what you're after.

You want her all for yourself, you old hypocrite.

Get off my foot, you idiot.

Fuck.

Shit.

All right, Joanna?

Yes, Sean.

Thank you, Sean.

But I can take care of myself.

And if anyone thinks I'm prepared to be raped meekly,

they better think twice.

Good God, the dog.

It's all right, Mrs. G?

It's heaven, my son.

Pierre, that's the wrong card.

You're not thinking.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Did I do something wrong?

I don't get it.

You're an eminent biologist, but you can't play cards.

Well, my children tell me that I'm stupid.

I shout to them that I am doctor in biology,

professor at university, but they are not impressed.

To them I am stupid.

They have a point.

What's antithetical?

Direct opposite.

Thanks.

You're welcome.

Any time.

Pierre.

What?

You're dreaming again.

Yes, I dream.

I never could quite make up my mind.

Uh-huh.

I was alone a lot.

I rather got to like it.

No hassle.

And I'm a girl with a lively imagination.

A self exiled exile, eh?

You should like it here.

I do on the whole.

I like Mrs. Godame.

That's because she's old and nice.

I like you a lot.

That's because I'm gay and nice.

I like Frank and Pierre.

Pierre loves his wife.

He's that rare specimen, a faithful husband.

It's like one of those Latin birds of his, almost extinct.

And what do you like, Sean?

I like life.

I like to live.

You know, I'm beginning to enjoy it here too.

Can you imagine?

Me?

I made my first million by the time I was 25.

I thought there was no way I could come down.

But I did.

In that airplane.

And now what will happen to all my cash, huh?

Where we'll all go.

Nowhere.

You fancy Frank, of course.

Does it show?

I reckon.

But you've got to have an eye for it.

Well, he's a fine figure of a man.

A picture of health.

I'll tell you something else.

I was a mentor and I loved it.

Saw the good ones when they came in fresh.

I taught those guys business and more.

Taught them how to see things, how to look at paintings,

how to listen to music.

How to think.

Yes.

You're a paternalistic snob.

Yes.

I taught them everything.

How to make love?

Yes, I taught some of them that too.

Most of them don't know the first thing about it.

Men don't know about love.

There have been complaints, yes.

And then when I taught them everything worth knowing,

they left me.

We'd usually spend two or three years together

and I'd watch them bud and grow and develop

and I delighted in them.

And then they split.

Of course.

What's of course about it?

Oh, you're like my ex-husband.

When I finally left him, he screamed at me,

but I invested in you.

I made you.

That's different.

On the whole I like you, Sean,

but sometimes you are so dumb.

Dumb?

Me?

I'm a trillionaire, me.

Dumb?

Yes, Sean, dumb.

Joanna, on the whole I like you,

but sometimes you are a 100% castrating Canadian bitch.

I'll make a note of it.

Here, hold this, bitch.

I can't hold this, you Scots bastard.

It's too heavy.

It's not heavy at all.

You're just a weak female.

Sean, you arrogant ape.

If you don't take this plank, I'll drop it.

You wouldn't dare.

Try me.

Oh Jesus Christ, woman.

You're pretty fast for a man your age.

What?

On a dead man's chest.

Yo ho, ho and a bottle rum.

Yo ho, ho and a bottle of rum.

Put it over there.

Be careful.

Watch your feet, everyone.

Slow.

Down.

OK.

'Cause that's what the Bible says.

It says blessed are the meek, for they

shall inherit the Earth.

And the Earth they shall inherit is a grave.

Blessed are they which do hunger

and thirst after righteousness, for they shall be filled.

Sure, they hunger all right and starve to death.

Haven't you seen the pictures?

Blessed are they which are persecuted

for righteousness' sake.

It is righteousness that does the persecuting.

Blessed are they that mourn, for they shall be comforted.

Well, that's dried a lot of tears.

Blessed are the poor in spirit,

for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.

Blessed are the weak in mind, for they

shall swallow this shit.

Bang.

Heave.

OK, yes.

Easy.

Whoa.

Hang tough a minute.

Joanna, grab that cable.

Mind your pinkies.

Got it.

OK.

That's it.

Watch out, the cable.

It works!

Ran out of tobacco.

Shit.

I'm glad we're leaving, I can tell you that much.

I wind up on a desert island with nothing

but a bunch of zombies.

French prick only gets a hard on when he sees a rare bird.

A couple of fairies, an old biddy

who was half in the grave, and a cunt who plays hard to get.

Enough.

Jesus Christ, man.

God damn it.

You guys are a bunch of fucking loonies.

Do not use the name of the Lord in vain.

Christ sodding shitholes.

Wait for me.

Permission to come aboard.

Will someone help an old man up.

Let's go.

I'll take over, Nick, while you take a look at the booms.

Hold tight, Mrs. Godame.

Well, you know your knots, I'll give you that.

Rigging looks fine.

Here we go.

Yee-ha, homeward bound.

We're on our way, Mrs. Godame.

Here I go.

Watch out for sharks, Jack.

Come on in, Mrs. G. Let's go swimming.

Blow, you bastard, blow.

We're blowing away.

Hold it.

And before you go...

Duck the keeper into the wind.

Take that case with the food.

Come on, hold it!

We're going backwards.

I'm going to lower the sail.

God, please don't take me back to that island.

Hold on.

I can't hold it.

Hang on.

The rudder, it's stuck!

Tell us a story, Mrs. Godame.

Once upon a time.

Once upon a time, there was...

Will you just listen to me, for fuck's sake?

Cool it, Jack.

Look, I am sick of this shit.

You guys are always telling me to shut up every time I have

something important to say.

Why don't you just give me a break

and listen to me just for a minute?

Just shut up.

Just hear me out at least.

That's all I'm asking you.

Jesus Christ.

Guys, you don't get it.

You don't understand.

Everything's changed out there.

Joanna is the only one there is.

Look, just give it a thought, will you guys?

What if there isn't anybody else out there, huh?

What if... what if it is up to us?

Did you ever think of that?

Stop your blathering, laddie.

Now put your back into it.

Heave.

Easy, easy, easy.

Get a little higher up.

A little higher.

Yeah.

Ow.

How far are we going to take this?

Did you ever want to have children?

Now and then.

But I get over it.

Suppose we're the only ones left.

When the new boat is ready, we'll try again.

There must be others like us.

Get out of my way, Jack.

You're being very childish, you know.

Take care of this instead.

Come on.

That's a definite no no.

Oh.

I don't think so.

Plan on handing her the Victoria Cross, Major?

General Service Medal, actually.

I really wish I had a cigarette.

This is the last of the booze, so we'd better enjoy it.

You look wonderful, Mrs. G.

Thank you, my son.

Jesus.

This collar is tight.

What's the weather, Frank?

I'm not used to wearing a suit anymore.

Oh, there she comes.

Wow.

I felt like a change and the occasion seemed to call for it.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday to you.

Happy birthday, dear Joanna.

Happy birthday to you.

It's a fertility goddess.

Found it in the waterfall.

Happy birthday.

It's lovely.

Thank you.

Many happy returns, Joanna.

That's very thoughtful of you, Nick.

Thank you.

Here's a lovely collection of feathers for a lovely lady.

Thank you, Jack.

You're welcome.

And now my present.

Ladies and gentlemen, will you sit down and be quiet.

May I have the honor of this dance, madame?

You're a genius, Pierre.

It's the speakers that did it.

Excuse me.

Oh.

Happy birthday.

I love the present.

Do you?

May I have the pleasure, Mrs. Godame?

The present.

Present.

It's an ancient Scottish relic.

It proves my ancestors were here before us.

It's true.

You can keep it and make a fortune when we get back.

Where did you find it?

The waterfall.

That's why it's Scottish.

Thought you'd never ask.

Fabulous.

It's a beautiful drawing, Frank.

Excuse me.

May I have the pleasure?

Oh, merci.

Sean, it's wonderful.

Not going to win any ballroom prizes.

You're doing great.

Now get.

It's my turn.

Lay off, Jack.

Don't you love dancing like this?

Really close?

You know, I think you and I should get together.

You could mean a lot to me one day.

I don't want to mean a lot to you Jack.

Let's have some champagne.

I'll just sit down for a little while.

Oh, thank you.

Sounds wonderful, Pierre.

It does, doesn't it?

If the recorder works, why doesn't the radio?

I tried everything.

There is only statics, noises.

There is nothing out there anymore.

I don't understand.

I can't get one station.

There is nothing.

Nothing.

God has destroyed the world.

Mankind destroyed itself.

And your kind probably gave the orders.

And God saw that the wickedness of man

was great upon the Earth.

Oh, shut up, Major.

And God looked upon the Earth and behold, it was corrupt.

There'll be no room for you in our new ark, Major Smith,

unless you belt up.

It's got to be faced sometime.

Joanna, we should have a real serious talk, you and I.

Jack, why don't you stop this nonsense?

Can't you get it into your head that I don't want

you, that you leave me cold?

I'm sorry to hurt your feelings.

Why don't you just try me?

I mean, just fucking try me.

You don't know what you're missing.

Jack, you're as thick as two planks.

I'll spell it out for you.

I don't find you irresistible.

I don't want to make love to you.

And I don't think you're God's own special gift

to a woman on a desert island.

Now, let's get this party going.

But you've got to want me.

I'm the only one there is.

They don't want you.

Well, that's fine with me.

Make him understand, will you?

Take it easy, Jack.

Gotcha.

Oh.

Gotcha.

Jack, get off.

Get off.

Tuesday!

Piss off.

I've got a knife, Jack.

Don't make me use it.

No, Tuesday, back.

Easy.

Take it easy.

Tuesday.

Tuesday, easy girl.

Easy now.

You wouldn't dare.

Try me.

Just try me.

Don't ever do that again, Jack.

Come on, Tuesday.

I warned you.

Watch out, Jack, a snake.

Oh, now that's a cheap trick, Jo.

I mean it.

Ah!

Oh no, shit.

Oh shut up, Jack.

I barely touched you.

No, not that. The snake.

It bit me right on the hand.

What is it now?

I've been bitten by a snake.

Let me see.

It's all right, Jack.

It's only a king snake.

It's not poisonous.

It is.

But it was only a king snake.

No.

Poisonous.

Mrs. Godame was right, I tell you.

It was not seriously poisonous.

Speckled king snake.

You will not die from this bite.

He was bitten by a snake.

I did what was necessary.

I saved that boy by my action.

You should not have done that.

What can we do for him?

Not much.

Keep the wound clean.

Our drugs are almost finished.

I will look for herbs.

Herbs.

Herbs are as useless as that woman.

Put your faith in God and pray.

There is no more ammunition.

This is the last food I bring you.

From now on, you provide your own.

Well, snares then.

I can't sit by him any longer.

The gangrene has reached his elbow.

He's rotting to death.

The smell, the pus, it's terrible.

He's just a kid.

I'm not a kid.

I'll be 20 soon.

Got my whole life in front of me.

Mrs. Godame, can I have another one of those painkillers,

please?

I'm sorry, my son.

There are no painkillers left.

Jesus.

Jack, if you had a choice.

I mean, suppose you knew you were dying.

I'm not going to die.

Suppose you were dying.

What are you talking about?

I'm going to be all right.

I'm going to be all right, aren't I?

Why doesn't anybody come round to see me anymore?

The only one who ever comes around is Nick

and he just stands over there in the corner staring at me.

I promise I won't scream anymore.

I know... I know it smells.

Paradise.

Fucking paradise.

This cannot go on.

Joanna, I can't bear it.

He suffers so much.

Joanna, we have to help him die for his own good.

He doesn't want to die.

But he will anyway.

We mash this pangi through his food and he won't even notice.

He shall die very peacefully in his sleep.

I guarantee it, without pain.

No.

He doesn't want you to help him die, not even for his own good.

I've talked to him.

God.

You said it would be nice to have children on the island.

Hello, Jack.

Hey, buddy.

You know what this is?

Take a bite, lad.

It'll be easier for you.

No.

Not a chance.

I won't eat it. Never.

- It's for your own good. - No.

I won't eat it.

You guys don't care about me.

You only want to get rid of me.

No wait, Sean, come back.

Don't leave me here, Sean.

You son of a bitch.

You don't want to force him to eat it, do you?

He's dying very painfully.

It is his choice to die that way, not yours.

He is unable to make an objective choice.

You want him to be objective about his own life?

Pierre.

I can't help it.

I hate sickness.

I can't bear those screams.

Then go to the other side of the island

where you can't hear him.

Frank.

I don't know.

If he doesn't want to.

But on the other hand, he's in so much pain.

I just don't know.

Mrs. G.

Depriving a person of life against their will is wrong.

Always remember that.

I agree.

That's four against two.

Sean.

Sean, I'm not sure that we're making the right decision.

You cannot decide an issue like

this by counting the votes.

We have to make our own laws on a desert island

with piss all chance of being rescued.

By all means, let us have laws,

but laws of love and caring.

Just because we live on a desert island

does not mean that we have to become barbaric.

He's a goner, for Christ's sake.

He is still holding on to life.

We shall give him a merciful release as the Lord

would want in this case.

Very convenient the Lord only wants what suits you.

Woman, it's your fault we got into this.

What?

Mercy killing may be all right for some

if they choose it.

Jack does not.

He wants to live.

We know he's dying, but we must respect his choice.

Oh, you're both being emotional.

It's no good talking to you women about this.

Discussion closed.

We've decided.

You have decided.

There are plenty more where that came from.

Why can't you just wait for him to die in his own way?

Have you all gone mad?

What's happening to us, for God's sake?

Now as Christ risen from the dead

and become the first fruits of them that slept, since by man

came death, by man came also the resurrection of the dead.

For as in Adam, all die.

Even so in Christ shall all be made alive.

Come on, lad.

Up.

Come on.

Sit up.

Come on.

Take this.

Oh, that's it.

That's it.

And another.

Come on. Take it.

All of it.

That's it.

That's it.

One more.

Yes, yes, yes.

Come on.

No, no.

No.

Easy, lad. It's best for you.

It's best for everybody. - Fuck you.

You will die in the hands of the Lord.

Make your peace with Him, lad. Yes.

Easy there.

Yes, yes, yes.

Easy, easy.

God the Father, we have sinned against you

and against our fellow men in thought, word, and deed.

Oh God, redeemer of the world, have

mercy on us miserable sinners.

Deliver us from all the crafts and assaults of the devil.

From thy wrath and from everlasting damnation,

good Lord, deliver us.

From all hardness of heart, I will

pray, envy, mischief, from vain, glory, and pride,

good Lord deliver us.

From fornication and all other deadly sin.

And from all the deceits of the world,

the flesh, and the devil, good Lord, deliver us.

Nick is a misguided man.

He's evil.

Yes, I'm afraid so.

But we have to live with evil.

Not here, for God's sake.

Even here.

Nick, why are you setting all these traps?

They are dangerous to us.

For the animals.

And stay out of my jungle.

Do you mean we're not allowed to go in there?

That is correct.

Nick, this island belongs to all of us.

Do not go there.

You have been warned.

Wait a minute.

He is dead.

May the Lord have mercy on his soul.

Now, one of us must father your children.

Shut up.

You disgust me.

Joanna.

Look, love, we may be the only people alive on Earth.

You worked it all out, hadn't you?

Even before my birthday party.

How many children have you got in mind?

I bet you've calculated I can easily

drop 10 brats before I dry up.

Five girls and five boys would be ideal, wouldn't it?

Or is one boy sufficient?

Then he can fertilize nine girls later on and father a dynasty.

Let's call him Adam to make sure his descendants

understand the story.

You like some of us, don't you?

You murdered Jack.

All of you.

You can't even handle death.

How do you want to handle life?

We have to have children on the island.

If you like, I'll make you pregnant myself.

You like me.

Or Pierre.

Or Frank.

You won't mind, will you, Frank?

Sean, this is me, Joanna.

Not some womb waiting to be fertilized.

It is your duty to procreate.

So that you can play general over your new army?

Joanna, we may be all that's left of the human race.

You don't seriously imagine that if I

have children the human race will continue, do you?

It's our only hope.

It's a totally unreal hope.

If we're the last survivors, the human race

is as good as extinct.

Ask him.

He's a biologist.

Well, that's true.

But...

Listen to me.

It is better to bring no children onto this island

than to force their creation.

It will not be like that.

Well, Joanna will be the children mother

and she will have a say, of course.

Joanna is the only one that can give life.

And there must be life.

Jack isn't even buried yet

and you want me to think about children.

Life has to go on.

Sean is right.

You must try to understand that, Joanna.

Our existence depends on it.

You know one or two children on this island

won't save mankind.

I agree.

There is little chance.

But we must try.

Yes, let's forget reality.

All we need is some futile gesture to give us some hope.

Joanna, hope is not futile.

And if the baby is deformed?

But we have escaped.

Our hair doesn't fall out.

No burns.

And even if the baby is deformed, we care for it.

I give you my word.

On this island, we need something to cherish.

Well, there is a flaw in everyone, you know.

So what's your flaw, Mrs. Godame?

Despair.

I think our island will disintegrate

if I don't become pregnant.

Yes.

That is true.

So I've decided to do it.

For the sake of hope.

Joanna, are you sure?

I'm not sure of anything.

So Joanna has chosen Pierre.

Well, that lets us off the hook.

You pederasts befoul the island.

Oh, do be quiet, Nick.

If you don't keep a civil tongue in your head,

I'm going to force feed you your teeth.

It's absurd.

I'm so nervous, as if it were the first time.

It is in a way.

Crazy.

The door is stuck, Joanna.

It opens inward, Pierre.

After you, cheri.

Thank you, darling.

Man that is born of woman hath but a short time to live

and is full of misery.

He cometh up and is cut down like a flower.

He fleeth as if were a shadow and never

continue within one stay.

In the midst of life, we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for succor but of thee,

oh Lord, who for our sins art justly displeased.

For as much as it hath pleased almighty God of his great mercy

to take unto Himself the soul of our dear brother here departed,

we therefore commit his body to the ground.

Earth to Earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

Well done, Nick.

Thanks very much.

In sure and certain hope of the resurrection

to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ.

Let's go.

- Who shall change our... - Are you coming, Mrs. Godame?

- Yes. - Who shall change...

Surely enough.

Are you coming, Nick?

I have not finished.

Who shall change our vile body that it

may be like unto His glorious body according

to the mighty workings whereby He is able to subdue

all things to Himself.

I heard a voice from heaven saying

unto me right from henceforth blessed

are the dead which die in the Lord.

Whether or not God exists is not the issue.

The issue is why the majority of people

say they believe in the existence of God

and yet in the same breath completely

ignore the consequences of that belief.

Forgive them, Lord, they know not what they do.

Don't make me laugh.

They know exactly what they do.

They've always known.

They just don't care.

They only talk about God to pretend

they're civilized, to give themselves an excuse

for the horrors they commit.

I want to eat.

So eat.

Woman.

I want to eat and be quick about it.

Ha.

He's off his nut.

Major Smith, it may have escaped your attention

during your funeral oration, but the God you rave about

gave you fingers for other things besides picking

your nose, like lifting food from a banana leaf

and conveying it to your ugly mouth.

So get the grub yourself, you clown.

Cop that, Nick.

Let your women keep silence, for it is not

permitted unto them to speak.

But they are commanded to be under obedience,

as also says the law.

Don't you ever get tired of listening to yourself, Nick?

You don't start being reasonable,

I'll start cracking a few jokes.

My mate here knows how killing they are.

Be quiet.

It's time I taught this woman a lesson.

You need some sense beaten into you.

That unfortunate young man would not

have passed away if you would have

let him have his way with you as every woman should,

as is the Lord's wish.

"Shut up!"

Woman was created for man and has no power

over her own body but the man.

And thus it will come to pass.

Eat shit.

All right, Nick, you asked for it.

Listen to this, everybody.

What's the Spanish word for poofter?

Senorita.

You get it?

You heard about the two gay judges who tried each other?

You two are worse than the woman.

You are men.

You are made in the image of the Lord

and you put him to shame with your unnatural practices.

You are vile.

Saint Paul has written thou shall not lie

with mankind as with womankind.

It is an abomination.

Thy love to me is wonderful, passing the love of women.

2 Samuel 1:26.

You can't laugh at your own values, Nick.

You cherish only your own ego, not

what you profess to believe in.

So spiritually speaking, as Joanna would say,

you're as thick as two planks.

And talking of carpentry, have you heard the one about the man

who walked into the hotel?

He plunked down four nails, two massive beams of wood,

and asked to be put up for the night.

Stupid.

Don't be daft, man.

Put it away.

Come on, Nick.

I thought... I thought you had no bullets left.

Talk to me, Sean.

God, he's killed him.

"Kind of idiot!"

Say something.

He's gone.

Nick is gone.

Sean.

Sean!

I owe him.

You don't owe him your life.

He was my lover.

I know.

He was also my friend.

I loved him too.

I don't know what else to do.

Live.

Frank.

As an opponent, Nick is too dangerous.

You won't survive.

If I don't get him, he'll get me.

He hates me.

He hates everyone who doesn't accept his beliefs.

He hates me because I'm a woman and you because you're gay.

Cannot stand you don't feel inferior.

- Give me the knife. - No.

Joanna, he's out to get us.

First me, then you.

He may hate me, but he doesn't want to kill me.

No, he's after your future children.

Sean said what's a God without disciples.

We must live together.

We've got no choice.

Agreed, minus Nick.

Oh, for Gods sake, Frank, it's not right.

Wait till you see things more clearly.

I've never been clearer in my whole life.

I want to kill him.

Just that.

Look, if you...

No more arguments, Joanna.

You wanted life on this island.

Do you want to come?

He has nothing against me.

Not yet.

I'll do it alone then.

You stay behind and guard Mrs. Godame and Joanna.

Pierre's more scared than I am.

Well, stop him.

Damn it.

God damn it.

I have to get pregnant for this?

I have always been afraid by violence.

I can't help it.

I didn't even like it when my children were fighting.

My first was born.

I felt like a God.

I felt strong.

And I would have fought then to protect her.

But now.

Bastard.

Joanna, I go to Frank tomorrow.

No you won't.

I shall go.

I have to help him.

For God's sake, Pierre, it's a little late for bravery.

What if I'm pregnant now?

I must go.

Don't you see that?

Come on.

Frank!

God never killed my lover.

You did.

An eye for an eye.

A life for a life.

You're not to bury him.

I want him left to the maggots and the ants

to pick his bones clean.

Stinking religious piece.

A rotting decaying piece.

Pierre is dead.

I'm dying.

Pierre told me you all wanted life on this island.

Why couldn't you live?

Just live!

It can't be that difficult. Oh, god.

You don't happen to want to kill me, do you, Mrs. Godame?

No, my child.

I don't want to kill you either.

I'm glad.

I take it the dog's not homicidal.

Are you, Tuesday?

We'll finish the boat.

Go out again and see.

Yes, we will.

Did you ever think all this would happen?

How come you always seem to know so much?

Am I pregnant then?

You'll soon find out, won't you?

You're a great help, Mrs. Godame.

I really like having you around.

Thank you, my child.

How do you stand it all?

I enjoy life.

There is, after all, nothing else.

So what do we do next?

Stop a dolphin and hitch a ride?

We could grow wings and fly away.

Maybe the dolphins will protect

us as an endangered species.

We will finish the boat.

Yes.

We'll finish the boat.