Original subtitles

SAM: My son was murdered near here.

There was this time after, I'd suddenly be convinced

that everyone was lying.

Episodic psychosis they call it.

-That is just grief. -Is it?

SAM: Because I don't know.

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

-(INDISTINCT CLAMORING) -SAM: What is it these people believe?

JESS: The ancient Celts believed Osea was the soul of the world.

You wanna know more about it, you should talk to Mimir.

SAM: Mimir? You said Mimir?

JESS: Wait, why? Do you know him?

Why do you have this?

Did you see my son?

What did we do to you?

SAM: He was looking into my son's death,

and Epona's trying to hang herself

in the exact spot where Nathan was found.

They're connected.

Sam, you need to come with us.

He wants you dead and he means it.

We need to get you away from here.

♪ (MUSIC FADES) ♪

(BREATHES HEAVILY)

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪

(bell ringing)

Preacher: Take these things in Your name.

-Take this man in Your name. -(panting)

-(gasps) -(preacher continues, indistinct)

(match strikes)

(flame roars)

♪

-(flames burst) -(whispering, bell ringing)

(flame roars)

-(whispering continues) -(screams)

(gasps)

(overlapping murmuring)

-(baby crying) -Shh...

Baby, baby, baby, no! No, no, no, no!

(woman speaking gibberish)

(muffled chatter)

(baby screeches)

(indistinct chattering)

Larry: He is tripping hard.

-Whoa! (laughs) -(Sam laughing)

(giggles)

(scuttling)

-Oh... -(whispering)

Preacher (whispering): Oh Lord, give Osea the Father it needs.

Bring us the true Father. Give us the true Father...

(child giggling)

(gasps)

(rattling)

(scuttling)

-Join me... with him. -(groaning)

And let this put the blood

-of the land that has redeemed him inside him. -(groaning, struggling)

-(heavy breathing) -And on this bread...

(continues, indistinct)

(beating)

-(struggling, grimacing) -(squishing)

(tense music playing)

Oh!

(disgusted grunt, gasping)

Does anyone else know you took him?

-(scuttling) -Of course they fucking don't.

-That's why we need to end him, now. -(groans, gasps)

No.

We're going a different way.

-(baby crying) -(gasps)

-(flapping) -Larry: What'd I bring him here for then?

(gasps)

What the fuck are you gonna do with him?

Save him!

(exhales)

We're going to save him.

(shallow breathing)

-(shallow breathing) -(door opens)

Father: Take him downstairs.

Keep him safe!

Larry: Safe, eh? We'll see.

(ragged breathing)

(chuckles)

-(chair creaking) -(Sam groaning)

-(thud) -(gasps)

(scraping)

(nervous panting)

(laughing)

(thudding grunting)

(Larry humming)

-(grunting) -(laughs)

(bang, creaking)

Ah!

(shallow breathing)

-(doors slamming) -(indistinct chatter)

(slams door)

(snapping)

(man groans)

Sam: Mimir?

-Can you help me? -(bottle rolling)

(light snapping)

-(heart beating) -(indistinct whispering)

(chokes)

(gasping)

(lights buzzing)

(sighs)

-Where am I? -In the Big House.

They fucking did things to me.

Like...

Like a ceremony. They put blood and wine on me.

You were baptized in Esus' name.

What are you talking about?

The Celts believed Osea was the soul of the world.

It needed a father to shepherd it through the dark.

Charrington was that father,

then his son was.

But his son decided he didn't want this life

for his own boy, and they fled.

Why are you telling me all this?

His brother took over.

But as the brother comes closer to death,

with no male heir,

the island declines, and so does the world.

What the fuck does all this got to do with me?

(light buzzing)

Your grandfather

told you he was stationed on Osea,

yes?

He was not.

He was born here.

He was the son of the son of Charrington.

The father who fled.

(gasps)

He didn't want this for his son,

and they did not want it for you.

♪

You are the rightful father of Osea, Sam.

Can you feel it coming?

The darkness.

-(door opens) -Who the fuck put you in here, eh?!

Mimir: I-- I was left here.

I said nothing to him!

-(squishing) -(groaning, screaming)

-Shh... -(muffled groaning)

(tape stretching)

They may wanna save you, but I fucking don't.

(muffled groan)

(indistinct whispering)

-(muffled yelling) -(Larry shushing)

(chatter continues)

-(muffled groaning) -Larry (whispers): Shit.

♪

(heavy breathing)

(lock beeping)

(heavy breathing)

(birds squawking)

(waves washing ashore)

(dramatic music playing)

♪

(wind blowing)

(indistinct yelling)

(muffled yelling)

♪

Make a sound I don't like...

(water dripping, splashing)

-(ropes straining) -Fucking split this island in two, you have.

(heavy breathing)

(thud)

(grunts)

Larry: I don't give a shit who your father was.

(grunts)

This ends now, boy.

(thudding)

(banging)

(muffled groaning)

♪

(splash)

(breathing faster)

(rope straining)

(heavy breathing)

(gurgling)

(heavy breathing)

(banging)

(heavy breathing)

(grunting)

(whimpers)

(dramatic vocalizing)

(rapid breathing)

(vocalizing ends)

(Larry breathing weakly)

(banging, wood cracking)

(clattering)

(Larry breathing weakly)

(grunts)

(straining)

(panting)

(breathing weakly)

♪

(weak breathing continues)

(snorts)

(grunts)

(grunting)

♪

(cutting rope)

(tense, atonal music playing)

(foliage crunching)

(waves washing ashore)

(sloshing)

(grunts)

(gasps)

(grunting)

Ah!

(sighs)

(scuttling)

♪

(birds chirping)

(panting)

(heavy breathing)

(alarm beeping)

(table scraping, rattling)

(footsteps approaching)

♪

(heavy breathing)

(panting)

(seagulls cawing)

(panting)

(waves washing ashore)

(splashing)

(panting)

(splashing)

(grunting)

♪

(panting)

(grunting)

(wind blowing)

♪

(grunting)

(gasping)

(gasps)

Ah!

(tense music playing)

♪

(inaudible)

(gasps)

(gasping)

Don't!

(inaudible)

No--

(grunting, choking)

(screaming, gurgling)

Ah!

Jess: It's me! I got you!

(both yelling)

(Jess gasping)

I got you! (gasps)

(panting, gasping)

-(wind blowing) -(Jess faintly gasping)

(Sam gasping)

Larry... he's trying to kill me...

(panting)

He had weights to sink my body.

I need to get off this island.

(waves washing ashore)

Jess: What is that?

(panting)

Where...

-Where did you find that? -Where do you think I found it?

It was hidden under the sink in our room, Sam.

It's 40,000 pounds.

This is the money you said was stolen.

-I didn't know-- -It's the money

I watched you accuse another man of taking!

♪

Is this an episode?

Is that what you said? Ep-ep-episodic psychosis?

-No, no, no. It's-I-I-- -Would you even know if it was?

I mean, people chasing you?

What, trying to kill you?

It-it-- No, it-- (sighs)

It's not an episode.

-It's not an episode! -How do you know it's not?!

(panting)

Oh, Jesus Christ.

(panting)

I need you...

to help me get off Osea.

(birds chirping)

(sighs)

-Did you find her? -I found her. She's coming.

She wanted to tell her husband first.

-Why? -To warn him about Larry.

She seemed scared.

I'm sorry you got mixed up in all this.

I just wanna get home with my girls.

That's all I want.

(Sam sighs)

(sighs)

Jess: What was he like? Your son.

He was a handful, actually.

He had a bit of a problem with right and wrong.

♪

I remember Cas was worried.

'Cause he got into a cruel phase,

torturing insects and so on.

He was just being a kid. He could be so loving.

Sam: Yeah.

Yeah, he was tricky.

I keep finding these things all over the island.

-Real ones, too. -In some cultures, crickets are a sign

of rains and flooding.

How can anybody believe this stuff?

Jess: Doesn't matter how. It's how much.

I grew up in a religious community.

It was almost like a cult,

and believe me, if our pastor said the end was nigh,

we started buying tin cans and prepping our shelters.

For them, it's not belief.

It's immutable fucking fact.

♪

Oh, and...

death.

Crickets are also a sign of death.

(thunder rumbling)

(indistinct chatter)

Mr. Martin: Oh, flip.

Flippin' hell. This is bad.

-This is really flippin' bad. -Calm the fuck down, fucko.

-Can you get us out of here? -Mr. Martin: Yeah, of course.

Of course we can. We can, can't we, love?

That's what I was trying to do last night.

-I was gonna lock him in the chapel-- -Lock him in?

Well, it's being rewired. It's...

a death trap. No one will go inside.

I was gonna hide him in there until dawn--

Jess: What about a boat? You said Tomo--

Why does Larry want me dead?

Mr. Martin: Sam,

you were saying things of the girl's father.

-People don't take to that. -No, no, it's not that.

And you had a closeness with her.

-I'm not saying it was impropriety. Not for one-- -It's not that.

He wasn't angry. He just wanted me gone.

(rain pattering)

That fucking ceremony...

Preacher and the wine and the meat.

Mrs. Martin: Tell him. Tell him everything.

The man in the white suit, the Father?

Well, he can't die, God bless him.

Not till he's sure he can pass it on.

Osea needs a true father, Sam.

Me. You're talking about me.

♪

Mr. Martin: The day you lost your boy on the mainland,

you come to meet someone, right?

How do you know that?

Mr. Martin: It was him, the Father.

Somehow, he found you. He was gonna tell you everything.

We only found out that very day. We didn't even know, did we?

-People were furious. -He's a fucking idiot.

-Now, love... -He's a fucking moron.

He was never supposed to sit in that role.

Ever since he took over, Osea's decayed.

See, we'd searched for years.

And there you suddenly were that very day.

And we panicked.

But there you were,

with your son.

What about my son?

Mr. Martin: There were two ideas.

One was to come, talk to you,

ask you to take your rightful place.

But how do you tell a grown man something like that?

So, there was a second idea...

♪

which was to take your boy.

Take my son?

Mr. Martin: The wrong man was Father.

We were in decline. The world was in decline.

Your son was a direct descendant of Charrington himself!

-(wood creaking) -So, a person was spoken to to see if, in theory,

he could or would take your boy.

He does it,

and he gets a place here for his family.

-Imagine what that is for those that believe. -(scraping)

-To live in the world's soul. -(Sam gasps)

The man we spoke to...

well, he was confused. He wasn't all there.

-Who did you speak to? -(wood creaking)

-Mr. Martin: Goltan. -(scraping)

We spoke to Goltan.

He was never meant to hurt your boy.

(scraping)

-Whose idea-- -Mr. Martin: He was just confused.

He weren't supposed to get violent.

Whose idea was it to take my son?

♪

-Mine. -(wood scraping)

And I've regretted it with every single breath since.

-Your idea. It was your fucking idea? -Is it now?

Is now the time that you're gonna give in

to the rage inside you, Sam?

(heavy breathing)

I want you to listen to me.

All of this,

everything you believe in, is fucking nonsense.

It's magic and pixies,

and fake gods.

-It's not fake. Don't say fake. -It cost my son his life.

My son is dead because of your fucking garbage.

This shit that you believe in.

I wanna get off this island.

I would rather slit my own throat

than come back here for one more minute.

(breathing heavily)

♪

Okay.

You're right. I'm sorry.

Time to get you off the island.

Listen, love...

Don't you think he's lost enough?

It's time we paid for our sin.

-(birds chirping) -Mr. Martin: Sam,

Osea is the world's beating heart.

-It needs its father. -Where's Epona?

Mrs. Martin: We don't know. She's missin'.

You think I'm leaving that child alone here with you?

Mrs. Martin: We don't know where she is. They're looking for her.

We're gonna head east, that's where Tomo is,

-and we're gonna stay quiet. -Mr. Martin: It's just that

you walked in on Epona at exactly the right moment.

It means something, Sam, it has to--

Mrs. Martin: Shut your fucking fuck and move your fucking feet.

(birds chirping)

♪

I was just speaking, that's all.

I hope you know what you're doing.

(insect crunches)

Man: Spread out!

Jess: What are they doing?

Mrs. Martin: They're looking for him.

All Osea is getting dragged into this now.

You two cross over,

and then we'll follow.

Alright.

(wind blowing)

-Come on then. -Where?

Well, that prick there,

trust him with my life, but not with this.

♪

(birds chirping)

What is it?

Those tunnels, do you-- do you see anything?

Sam: No, nothing.

Mrs. Martin: (sighs) Maybe not then.

Maybe I'm just...

Well, what if you're not?

You stay here.

I'll head up, see if it's clear, and...

if it is, then I'll come back and we'll head on.

If there are people there, what about you?

-I'll be fine. -Will you?

What, and you fucking will?

Stay here. Don't go anywhere, okay?

♪

(wind blowing)

♪

(sighs)

(inaudible)

(opens door)

Hello?

(sighs)

♪

(heavy breathing)

(gasps)

(drip)

(squishing)

(gasps)

(dramatic music playing)

(pained breathing)

♪

Oh!

(pained breathing)

Mrs. Martin: Move away from that child.

I said move, now.

(Sam gasping)

Sam: It-- I...

It wasn't me.

I didn't-- I didn't do it.

-Of course you didn't. -(heavy breathing)

She did.

Sam: What?

She offered herself to the gods in those woods.

To heal our sin.

Hanged herself to heal Osea.

And the gods saw it,

and they brought you to us.

You didn't wanna stay.

(Sam breathing heavily)

I always knew she was incredible, but...

I never knew she had this in her.

The blade, the position...

She must've lay here alone all night,

bleeding out under that sheet.

(Sam gasps)

It's ancient, this.

She did it because I wouldn't stay?

Mrs. Martin: She wanted you to be Father, Sam.

Just like they all do.

-Like I did. -Ah...

But I know now, after what you said back there,

-it's not gonna be possible. -(sighs)

(exhales) Larry was right.

You're not the answer. You're the problem.

And there can only be one Father.

Sam: So, what?

You're gonna kill me?

And your holy fucking

succession is restored.

You get your oysters back, and the world is healed,

and that old man becomes some sort of god?

Mrs. Martin: Him? Fuck no. He's useless.

Who then?!

Nathan.

♪

Is my son alive?

Mrs. Martin: You've seen him, haven't you, Sam?

You knew. Come on, you knew.

No, no, there was a body. I-I-I--

Mrs. Martin: It was Epona's brother.

Same age as your lad.

Mimir saw to the paperwork.

You can die happy, Sam.

Your son's alive.

Can I see him?

Mrs. Martin: No. It's too late for that.

I need you to move away from her.

We mustn't sully what she did.

-(blow lands) -Move!

Sam: You didn't want the others to know.

They still think you can lead us.

Scared of what they'll do?

My problem, not yours.

♪

Ah.

(gun thuds)

I wanna see him.

Keep moving, Sam.

I need to know more about him.

He's fine.

He's a good lad. He's happy.

When things get better,

the others will understand.

And they'll forgive.

If the soul of the world is sick,

then so is the world.

I mean,

Christ, just look at it.

We on this island

bear such responsibility.

But we fucked up.

What you and I do here today

will help billions.

I wanna see him.

Keep moving, Sam.

I wanna see him.

-I said keep moving. -I need to see him!

(zap, explosion echoing)

(high-pitched ringing)

(zapping)

(groaning)

(zapping continues)

♪

(sighs)

(scraping)

(muffled groaning)

(zapping)

(muffled groan)

(ringing continues)

(gunshot)

(thud)

(muffled click)

(wind blowing)

(thud)

(ringing)

(muffled breathing)

♪

(ringing continues)

(muffled panting)

(muffled snapping)

(muffled ringtone playing)

(muffled ringtone)

(muffled): Fuck, fuck!

(ringing)

Aday? Aday!

Oh, my God!

Yeah, I know! I'm here!

Please help me!

I'm on an island. Osea Island...

Aday!

(weakly): Hello?

-Aday? -(line disconnects)

-(beeping) -Ah!

♪

Ah!

(wind blowing)

(wings flapping)

(buzzing)

(rain falling)

My phone!

(panting)

-(cracking) -(gasps)

(panting)

♪

(muffled grunt)

(coughs)

(grunting)

(muffled coughing)

(thunder rumbling)

(panting)

(rain gets louder)

(thunder rumbling)

-(ears ringing) -(muffled rain)

(muffled panting)

(twig snaps)

(muffled): Don't come near me. I will kill you.

I will fucking kill you!

♪

He's in there, isn't he?

I'm taking the boy with me. I'm not--

I'm not leaving without him.

(muffled): Tomo's boat is out waitin'.

Take it to the mainland.

Call the police.

(ringing continues)

Can't leave him here on his own.

Jason: He won't be on his own.

He'll be with me.

Get the police. Now.

(warbled vocalizing)

(panting)

(vocalizing continues)

-(muffled): Oh God! -(muffled): Sam, it's me!

-(ringing continues) -Oh Jess...

Oh my God!

What happened?

I can't hear...

Mr. Martin, where is he?

He spoke to Tomo, and then he heard a shot.

He told me to wait here.

Where's the boat?

We need to go.

♪

Tomo: Where are the Martins?

They had to go back!

There was a shot fired!

-Tomo: They should be here! -Jess: They...

They said you'd take us!

-They should be here. -They're waiting!

Around the corner! They said you'd know!

Around the... the rocks!

He means the headland!

Tomo: I know what he means.

(splashing)

(Jess and Sam grunting)

(panting)

Tomo: The tide's low.

Shortest way is west. If it's too shallow for that,

we'll go north and circle round.

-There's channels to the mainland there. -(Jess panting)

We have to be careful once we get pushed back on the flats.

Sam: Jess, can you drive the boat?

-Jess: What are you doing, Sam? -Can you drive this fucking boat?!

I think so, yeah!

-You, off. -Sam, he's with us!

He's not! No! None of them are with us! Get off.

♪

-Get off the boat! -Hey...

You belong here, Sam...

Stay...

-Or the darkness inside you-- -Get off!

Go! Go!

-Tomo: Sam! -(engine revving)

Sam!

(engine revving)

Jess: Not good at this.

There are mudflats everywhere.

I think we need to go by the pier and then head out,

through the channels, he said.

You okay?

-My son's here. -Jess: What?

He's alive and he's on this island.

He's in that house, that big house.

Jess: What do you mean? Goltan didn't...?

They kept him, Jess. They kept him here.

♪

-(indistinct chatter) -Jess: Shit. The tide's pulling!

-What? -I think it's okay.

-It's just bringing us close. -There's people over there.

(indistinct chatter)

Sam: What are they doing?

What's happening?

-(thud) -(grunts) No...

We're getting caught on the flats!

(engine revving)

I'm pulling full throttle!

(straining)

(Sam straining)

(straining) That's it!

Go! Go!

(engine idles)

Jess...

The place I'm from...

it's like this.

My husband, he knows the people here and they're watching me.

♪

I need to leave.

Please.

My girls are...

all that matter to me, and you know that.

I told you that, remember?

(sighs)

Jess, please--

Jess: Sit.

Sit now.

♪

(women vocalizing)

(sighs)

♪

(insects buzzing)

♪

(pier rattling)

(indistinct chatter)

(pier rattling)

Mr. Martin: This island's been divided about what to do ever since you came.

Ever since we knew of your existence, in fact.

It's quite thrown us. But...

we're all in agreement now.

(sighs)

Father:

The dark is here.

(exhales sharply)

-Father: Thank you. -(inhales shakily)

Thank you.

(gasps)

(cheering, applause)

(panting)

Mr. Martin: Are you ready, Sam?

Sam?

Are you ready for what happens next?

(dramatic strings play)

♪

(sighs)

(woman vocalizing)

(sobs)

(Sam sobs)

(breathing heavily)

(crying)

♪

(panting)

(crying)

(strings, vocalizing intensify)

(sobbing)

(music softens)

(crickets chirping)

(buzzing)

♪

(buzzing intensifies)

♪

(buzzing intensifies)

(light strings playing, woman vocalizing)

♪

JESS: The ancient Celts believed

that Osea was the soul of the world.

If Osea's sick,

the whole planet's sick.

♪ (OMINOUS MUSIC PLAYS) ♪

We are gonna have ourselves an adventure, right?

Just us three.

HELEN: This holiday's like a new start.

MAN: This place,

why's it so important to you?

HELEN: My girls have been through a lot.

I want them to feel good.

(WHISPERS) Then leave.

♪ (MUSIC CONTINUES) ♪

HELEN: What's going on?

MR. MARTIN: You're in exactly the right place,

and at exactly the right time.

Everyone here's acting like something bad's gonna happen.

Mom?

MRS. MARTIN: We've had our customs for years.

I'm not apologizing for 'em.

Things are out of balance.

I need your help, Ellie.

♪ (MUSIC INTENSIFIES) ♪

HELEN: We need to leave this place.

(CLOCK CHIMES)

Osea impacts the whole world.

JESS: Things are going to be different now.

(YELLING INDISTINCTLY)

(CLOCK CHIMES)

HELEN: What have we done?

♪ (MUSIC CONCLUDES) ♪