The Isle (2018) Script

I don't understand it.

Nothing on here indicates land for miles.

What could we possibly have hit?

Has it occurred to you that we're not where you thought we were?

It doesn't make any sense.

Well, you're reading it wrong, sir. Jim.


The man's an idiot!

He can't even read a chart properly.

Well, I don't know what he's done what that. Jim, enough!

It's all right, Ferris.

I don't know where we are.



Row, Bickley!

Row! Row, man!

We need to get you warm, sir.

I could... try and get a fire started.

I'll give you a hand.

Useless anyway.

We'll be lucky if this works. It's all pretty damp.

But it's worth a shot.

I can try and find some flint.

Good idea, Cailean.

I'll go and see if I can find any shelter.

We should stay together. We don't know what's on this island.

Come off it, man!

Surely you couldn't have got us so lost that we're somewhere off the East Indies?

I'm sure I can handle myself if I come across a primitive Highland Pict.


Good morning, gentlemen.


I'm Fingal MacLeod.

Welcome to the island.

We're extremely relieved to make your acquaintance, Mr. MacLeod.

Our ship sank in the mist, and our row boat barely made it here.

Might I presume that we're somewhere off the west coast of Scotland?

Thereabouts, aye.

Well, looks like you could all do with a restorative, hmm?

Follow me.

Our ship hit some rocks not far from here.

There may be some survivors.

Perhaps if we built a fire, they might be able to follow it to shore.

I'll tell you what.

You come and dry yourselves at my cottage, and I'll come back and light a fire.

We'll make sure if there's anyone out there, they'll know where to swim to.

We do need to get you warm, sir, and take a look at your arm.

There we go.

Have your fill. There's plenty more.

We haven't much here, but porridge we have.

We're very grateful, sir.

Bickley, have you the, um...

Where'd you get this?

We managed to salvage a little from the ship before she went down.

Thank you kindly.

Now, eat.

So tell me, where are you from? Navy?


So you're on your own.

Where were you headed? New York, where I still intend to go.

The land of opportunity.

You certainly can't say that about this place. Where are we exactly?

Do you know what happened out there?

We got lost.

Quite spectacularly.

This island isn't on any of the charts we had.

No. And then the mist came in.

We couldn't see a thing except a light in the distance.

A light?

Yes. It seemed a long way off, so we carried on.

Even though the first mate said we should stop. It was the captain's decision.

We ran aground, the ship sank, and you're still defending him!

That's enough, sailor! Gentlemen.

My apologies, Mr. MacLeod.

We've been through quite the ordeal.

Now, we need to get that wound seen to.

There's a farm a little way off.

We'll get Lanthe Innis to take a look at it.

Thank you, sir, but perhaps we could organize that fire on the beach first?

Finish up. I'll see to it now, and then we'll head to the farm.

They'll have space for you all to stay there until we can work out a way to get you back to the mainland.

I'll help you with the fire, sir. No, lad.

You rest, get your strength back.

When is the next boat to the mainland, Mr. MacLeod?

They're coming, Lanthe.

What? Who are?

Three of them. Survivors.

Wait. How?

I don't know, but they're here. And they can help us.

Where are they now?

MacLeod got to them first.


Hmm. What, sir?


Just that our host has excellent taste in literature.

September 22, 1841.

Stop! Stop! Turn back!

It's happened again.

Another ship has broken upon the rocks.

You're headed towards the rocks!

I tried to help them, but they couldn't hear me.

That awful, deafening sound.

Right that's done.

All set then?

How many people are on the island, Mr. MacLeod?

"Fingal," please.

It's been a tough few years.

The food plight of '41 devastated what was once very fertile land.

Most have moved on now.

You mentioned earlier about getting us back to the mainland.

Is there a regular crossing?

I wouldn't say it was particularly regular, no.

I see. So... All in good time.

Leave them be, old man!

You can't keep them for yourself.

You've come back for me!

You leave them be, Korrigan!

Leave! Leave now. You mustn't be here.

Go home.

Careful, Fingal.

Sorry about that. Ignore her.

Just the ravings of a mad woman.

Her brother was taken by the sea a few years back.

She's never quite recovered.

Let's press on.

She certainly took a liking to you, Jim.

Can you blame her?


I've some guests for you.

Their brig hit upon some trouble.

These poor fellows were the only ones that managed to survive.

I thought they could stay with you.

No. I don't think so.

Master Gosling here is in a pretty bad way, Douglas.

Perhaps your Lanthe might be able to take a look at him.

They can't stay here, Fingal. Lanthe's not been well.

They managed to salvage a few interesting supplies, Douglas.

Rum. Pleased to meet you, sir.

I'm Midshipman Oliver Gosling, and these gentlemen are Able Seamen Jim Bickley and Cailean Ferris.

Rum, sir.

You'll have to forgive Douglas.

We don't have many visitors these days.

Thank you, MacLeod.

Aye, well, I'll be off then.

I'll let you know if we have any luck with that fire of yours.

Thank you for your kindness, Mr. MacLeod. And that boat you mentioned?

The boat?

To the mainland. Oh, yes.


Good day.

You'd better sit yourselves down.

I'll go make the room up for the young officer, get blankets for the other two.

He is not staying in William's room.

They can all sleep down here.

Uncle, he's wounded. He needs a proper bed.

Aye, well, you get yourself back upstairs soon as you've tended to him, hmm?

So how many were aboard?


And you were the only survivors? We couldn't see.

It was thick with fog.

Couldn't even see a yard in front of you.

Just hear the screaming.


It was chaos.

I didn't know what was happening.

But I thought I heard singing.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

Was it something I said?

You're all right.

It's not you.


A few years ago now, one of our fishing boats sank.

All the young men were drowned.

It hit this wee community hard.

Good night.

There's something really weird going on here.

Pull yourself together.

Guide us home, eh?




Did you sleep?


How's the arm?

Good, thank you.

Morning, sir.

Goodness, Bickley, you look awful.

Thanks, Ferris.

Gentlemen, I think we should have a look to see if we can get off this island ourselves.

Why, sir? Didn't Fingal say he was going to help us with a boat?

No, you're right, sir. We should have a look ourselves.

We don't want to burden these people any longer than we have to.

We can see who else is on the island, bargain some rum for a decent boat, but... let's not mention anything to our hosts.


Good morning. I hope you all slept well.

Perfectly, thank you, Lanthe.

I trust your arm's feeling better, Mr. Gosling?

"Oliver," please. And yes.

Yes, much better, thank you. Remarkably so, in fact.

Good. I'm glad. I'll make a start on breakfast then.

We were thinking of exploring the island today.


Stretch our legs, get some fresh air, see what your lovely home has to offer.

There's nothing out there. Not anymore.

Still... You should stay inside, Oliver.

Get your rest. You won't heal if you don't.

Let the others go if they must.

We can report back anything we find, and you can take a look when you're feeling stronger.

Very well. Thank you, Bickley.

You can tell me about your home.

What's this? Mr. Bickley and Mr. Ferris were going to have a wee look around the island, but I told Mr. Gosling he should stay here and rest.

There's nothing for you out there.

Just thought we'd take the opportunity of having an explore, that's all.

There's nothing for you to explore.

This is a dead isle.

We're only here 'cause we've no choice.

Besides, there's a storm coming.

We'll wrap up warm.

Suit yourselves.

I'll make a start on the porridge then.

It's a good job I like porridge.

I can't find anything.

I'm looking, I am.


No, I don't want to. Not this one.


Yes, of course I know they did.



No. It's completely empty.

Another one.

What on earth happened here?

Douglas was right.

There's nothing here.

The place is dead.

What do you think? Go back?

There must be an old boat or something here.

Where did they all go?

Why are you so desperate to leave? Because...

Because there are only four people on this island, and they're all weird.

You'd be a weird too if you lived here too long.

They've been kind to us so far.

Why did they stay when everyone else clearly had the sense to leave?

I suppose they...

Maybe we should go. Let's split up.

We'll cover more ground that way, hopefully find something useful.

Jim, I don't think... Cailean, just...


But if it starts to rain, I'm going back.

Good lad.

See you in an hour.

What were you talking to her about?

Nothing. She just wanted food.

Ah, don't give me that, Lanthe.

What was she doing here?

She's worked herself up over the sailors.

You must've noticed the resemblance to Jacob.

Aye. Well, I don't want you getting worked up.

You stay away from her, do you hear me?

I'll make a start on supper.


Where am I?




He's not in. Jesus, man!

Oh I'm sorry, laddie. How can I help?

Oh, I just, uh...

Where is everyone?

We've been all round the island.

What happened? Oh.

That's a very long story.

And it's time you got back to the farm.

It gets awful dark awful quick around these parts.

Fingal, how do we get back to the mainland?

There must be a... Oh, I almost forgot. Your matches.

You must have left them yesterday.

Best get inside before it gets too dark.

Mind your way.


Thank you.





What have you been doing out there? Oh!

I just got muddled as to where I was, that's all.

It gets pretty dark quick.

You shouldn't be out after dark.

It's not safe out there. There's cliffs and bogs, rabbit holes you snap your ankle in, all sorts of things.

Anything of interest, Bickley?

Uh, no. The place is deserted.

I told you. There's nothing for you out there.

Did Ferris find anything?

Is he not with you?


Why weren't you together?

Well, we... Uh, he... he just wanted to have a look by himself.

Explore and all that.

I thought he'd be back by now though.

We need to look for him. No, no, no, no.

You're not gonna...




Right, Lanthe? What?

Oh, yes.

He'll be fine.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry. I just need to...

Miss Innis? No, it's all right.

She has bad nerves is all.

Stay here.

What you doing? You should get warm.

Get you away from that window.

Don't touch me!

Come on! No! No!



So if you came back past Fingal's cottage, then you must have split up... somewhere around here, correct?



At first light, we'll set out along this route and see if we can retrace his steps.

Do you hear that?




There's no one there, Bickley.


I didn't see anything.


Another ship has broken upon the rocks.

This time it was one of ours.

I found the bodies washed up on the shore this morning.

No. Not "washed up."

It was if they'd been placed there, all in a perfect line.

Poor Billy.

He should never have gone out.

He wasn't a fisherman, but he wanted to help.

We're so desperate for food.

Was this our fault?

I can't help but think we're being punished.

Oh, no.

Do you think it's Ferris?

He must have fell in the storm.

These cliffs become treacherous in bad weather.

What do you think happened to his face?

Probably fell into all sorts on his way down.

He should be buried at sea.

We need a boat.

Fingal, can we borrow yours?

Don't be ridiculous. In this storm?

The boat's too small. It's far too dangerous.

Help me wrap him, Bickley.

We bury him tonight.

We're not waiting for good weather. It could be months in a place like this.

I have a bad feeling, sir.

It's this island.

It's not just the island. It's the people.

I've been stashing supplies, sir...

Food, oil, water.

I think we should make a break for it tonight.

And we take Ferris with us, give him to the sea.

It doesn't look like this ship's going to materialize anytime soon.

I'll make a start in getting things in order, sir.


Good lad.

Please don't leave.


Sorry. I didn't mean to frighten you.

How long have you been there?

Don't go. Not yet.

We need to give Ferris a proper seaman's burial.

You're not coming back.

I know you're not.

Why don't you come with us?

I can't leave.


You could have a life here. Help us rebuild the island.

We don't belong here, Lanthe. Neither do you.


Are you all right?

Stay, Oliver.

Excuse me.

I'm feeling a little unwell.

Why don't you come inside, and I'll take a look at you.

No! Leave him alone! Lanthe, stop!


Where have you been?

Let's go.

Oh, shit.

It looks like he's in.

Well, you take Ferris down to the boat.

I'll go and check.

Jesus, man!

Sorry, sir. Is he in there?

He's asleep. Let's be quick.


It's my shoulder.

Shh! Quiet, boy.

Sorry, Ferris. Cold hands.

This is as good a place as any.

Oars in.




You were a good lad, Cailean.

Awful sailor, but a good lad.

I never heard you speak a bad word against anyone.

I'm sorry I wasn't there, I should have been.

Come on.

God be with you, Mr. Ferris.

Maybe we should go back.

Leave at first light instead. What? No.

We've got everything with us, I'm not going back there.

I can't see anything out here.

No, I won't be able to navigate. We'll have to go back.

That doesn't make sense, sir.

We knew it was going to be hard. Look, we can't give up now.

No. No, it's no good. We'll have to turn back.

Stop! Stop!

We have to get out of the mist! We have to turn back!

It's her, isn't it?

What has she done to you?

We can't be out here!

Shit! Which way's South?

What? I can't hear you.

What was that?

Bickley, what was that? Quiet, sir!

It's a ship.


Hello? Can you hear me?

A light! Head for the light.

No! No, turn about!

Stay away from the light!

Oh! Oh!

Oh, my God! We need to help them!

I, I don't know where they are! It's like they're all around us!

Where, where are you? Swim to us!

Swim to us!

Bickley! Help me!



I heard him calling me.

That's impossible. He called my name!

Ferris! Ferris!

Ferris! Ferris!

It's coming towards us!

Oliver! Jim!

Can you hear me? Come back to shore!

Quickly! Come with me! We have to help them!

There's a ship that's broken up on the rocks!

We need to do something, Fingal!

No, we don't!

Get inside. They're drowning out there!

We heard them! MacLeod!

Sit. Fingal, why won't you help them?

There was no boat tonight!

We heard... What you heard happened five years ago.

When the food plight really took hold, our boys stayed out at sea for days, trying to catch anything they could.

One night, they got caught in a dreadful storm, the likes none of us had witnessed before.

And you think that's what we heard? I know that's what you heard.

I hear it.

Hear them calling for my help.

I think you've been alone here too long.


A few years back, I found the body of a young woman washed up on the shore.

Aye, it was a fine evening.

Ah, but I think my dancing days are over.

Did you ever have any?

I'll have you know I cut a fine caper in my day.

Here, your Korrigan was in fine form.

Aye. Had to drag her away in the end.

Jacob was in a strange mood.


Our Billy's always in a strange mood.

What's he up to now? Better go and fetch him.

Aye. Come on then.

It wasn't long after that that the crops started failing.

Nothing would grow.

The livestock took ill and slowly died.

People's livelihoods were destroyed.

Whole families were starving and had no choice but to leave.

It's a curse placed on the island... by her.

By who? The drowned woman?

I call her Persephone.

After the Greek myth.


I read it in Fingal's book. She was known as the goddess of death.

Persephone was abducted by Hades, and it was believed that, because of this, nothing grew and the people starved.

What's that got to do with shipwrecked fishermen?

It's her curse.

She torments us with the sound of death.

Where have you been?

What are you doing sitting in the dark, man?

Where are they?

I don't know. Where are they, Lanthe?

I was out looking for them.

Don't lie to me! Lanthe.

No! No! Upstairs.

No! It's for your own good!

No, Uncle! Please don't!

I can help! No!


I want a word with you.

I've warned you before.

I don't want you going anywhere near her!

I saw the two of you up by the farm.

You know you can't be talking to Lanthe.

I know what's happening!

You keep away from her!

You go back to the cottage, and I'll go and see what the commotion is about.

Would you like me to come with you?

No, you go back. And stay inside.

"Persephone had two sirens as companions.

When they failed to stop her abduction by Hades, their song, a beautiful, sad melody, eternally called for her return.

It lured ships onto the rocks."


Stop! Stop!

Turn back! Turn back!

I tried to help them, but they couldn't hear me.

That awful deafening sound.

I still hear it constantly in my head...

The cries of all those poor, lost souls.

More families have left.

Fled in fear.

This is going to have to stop.

You're gonna end up killing her.

I'm trying.

What are you doing, man?

What's got into you, for goodness sake?

Come off it, MacLeod.

You know as well as I do this is happening again.

We don't know that.

Your daughter is dangerous.

You to keep a closer eye on her.

And I suppose your Lanthe is doing well, is she? Coping?

We just need to keep them away from each other.

Aye. Agreed.

What have you got there? We were right.

There is no supply boat.

The last boat logged was a year ago, almost to the day.

Look what happened to it.

"All souls lost."

Here's another.

Almost the same date the year before.

"All souls lost."


Now, what do you say to another drop of rum, to keep the nightmares at bay?



You go on ahead, Bickley. I...

I think I might explore the island a little.

Are you sure, sir? I really think we should stick together.

I just want to try and find out a little more about what actually happened here.

Something's very much amiss, but I refuse to believe that a mythical being is to blame.


I'll see you back at the farmhouse, Jim.

I won't be long.







September 20, 1840.

Tonight is the Mabon dance.

The village is alive with comings and goings, everyone gathering what they can to celebrate the last of the harvest and stockpiling for the long, dark days ahead.

Morning, Lorna.

Our bounteous isle giving way to the inevitable cold grasp of winter.

I went out this morning.

Managed to hit a couple more brace of grouse and bumped into Lorna Elliot.

Morning, Jacob. How are you on this fine day?

Very well, thank you.

I hope I'll be seeing you at the dance.

I wouldn't miss it for anything.

I'm off to pick flowers for the hall now.

I actually managed to pluck up the courage and ask her for a dance.

Save a dance for me.

Maybe she does like me.

Ridiculous. Running away with myself.

She only smiled at me, for God's sake.

And there's Billy Innis, of course.

He'll be prowling around her, marking his territory as if she belongs to him.

I was hoping I'd see you here. Oh!

I didn't see you there.

Hope I didn't frighten you. No. No.

I just need to get these flowers picked for tonight.

Funny you should mention that.

What time should I pick you up?

Oh, no, I'm fine.

I'll make my own way there.

Thank you.

But I'll see you there.

Good day.


Come on! Show yourself!

Where are you?

It was a bonnie night.

Everyone was in high spirits.

Douglas Innis could barely stand by the end.

I saw something on my way home, and I've been turning it over and over.

At first I couldn't make out who it was with Billy.

And then I saw her dress.

It just doesn't make any sense.

She'd been dancing with me all night.

What are you reading?


I'm sorry I left. I... It's fine.

We had to bury Ferris.

I said it's fine.

Lanthe, I...

Why did you go out in the dark?

It isn't safe.

What happened?

It's nothing.

We have to get off this island, and you have to come with us.

They won't let me.

Who won't?

It doesn't matter.

You have to stay away from me.

Lanthe. Lanthe!

Lanthe, please.

Let me help you.

Leave me alone!

Jacob! Jacob!

God's sake. Were you born in a field?

You're letting...


Oh, damn it. Bickley!





You need to get up.

Something's happened.


Jacob, please, no!

That's not Jacob, Korrigan. Leave him be.

But she killed him!

Please, Korrigan, darling, come away now.

No. Oh, dear God.

Please, no, no!

She did this.

You killed him.

You know I didn't do this, Korrigan.

Korrigan! Take hold of her!

Get hold of her, Fingal.


What's happening to her?

Fingal, please! Hold her still.

Hold her head steady.

Shh, Lanthe. Lanthe, it's all right.

It's all right. Shh.


Lanthe! Where the hell have you been, Innis?

Lanthe! What happened?

She had one of her fits. Where were you?

I had to go out searching for that idiot, Bickley.

He took off in the night. Then the mist came down.

My lantern went out. I had to shelter till light.

Well, "that idiot Bickley" is dead.


No more excuses.

What the hell is going on? You tell me the truth, and you tell me now!

Calm down, Oliver. You're scared. I understand.

Of course I'm fucking scared! Will you...

You stay away from me. You be quiet, Oliver.

Lanthe is upstairs sleeping. Now, get control of yourself.

I want to know what is going on, and then I want to get off this God forsaken island.

And we want to help you, Oliver. Will you just listen?

Remember that drowned woman I told you about?


The night before I found her, there'd been a dance.

Evening, Billy. Good night for it. Aye.

Good to see you're pacing yourself, lad.

Take it easy, son.

I haven't seen you dancing much this evening, Billy.

You're dancing enough for the whole family.

Oh, you're such a killjoy, William Innis.

Well, I might consider it if my woman would dance with me.

Oh, and who might that be, Billy?

I hope that's not me you're referring to.

I'm nobody's woman.

Aye, until it suits you, Lorna. Says you, you strumpet.

I'm not the one that's been flirting with Davey Campbell all evening.

Oh, ho, ho! I'll have no sister of mine talking to a Campbell!

Well, I'm ready for another reel.

Aye. Maybe a wee bit more of that punch as well.

I think I might head back. I'm feeling pretty tired.

As you wish. Mind how you go.

I'll keep you company if you like.

No, I'll take her home. Billy...

No worries. I'll be fine on my own.

I'll see you in the morning, Jacob.

Come on. Let's have a drink.

Listen, MacLeod!

She and I have an understanding.

She doesn't think so, Billy.

Are you saying I'm lying?

What's going on here?

Nothing, Uncle.

Jacob, your the wants to...

Better go in to...


I'll be in.

Stop, you...

Stop! Stay quiet, woman! Shut it!

We don't want anyone to hear.

This has to be our secret, okay?




Stay still, for fuck's sake!

No. No, please don't.

Wake up. Wake up! Please...

No, please don't.

I'm s... I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to.

Lorna Elliot.

Poor thing.

She must have fallen over the cliffs on her way home from the dance.

This was no accident, Douglas.

Look at the bruising.

What if this was one of our lads?

You said you'd caught them arguing over her last night.

God, Fingal.

You know what this'll mean.

They'll come here looking for who did this.

Someone will hang.


We'll bury her properly at sea.

Then we'll never speak of this again.

We can't do that. What about her family?

What about our families?

Billy? Your Jacob?

They're young men.


They've both got their lives ahead of them.

So you covered it up.

And no one knew what happened to her?

Aye. And now she haunts us.

She uses the women. She controls them.

Lanthe and Korrigan don't know what they're doing, and we're powerless to stop her.

Then all of you need to get off the island.

Do you not think we've tried?

Where are they?


No, no, no, no, please.

Please. Korrigan. Korrigan!

Korrigan! It's Jacob. It's me! It's your brother!

Stop! Please stop!

Jacob! Jacob!

She'll never let us forget. Jacob!

This is our punishment...

To have to watch our innocent girls take everyone we care for.

We'll have to try and get you away from here as soon as possible.

I'll make sure Lanthe can't get out.

Oliver, you get your things together.

Fingal and I will then make sure that Korrigan's locked up.

We'll meet you on the beach.


See that Lanthe gets that, please.


I'm sorry.

I know.

It's all right.

Good girl.

Quick, lad. In.

Oliver! You need to get away.

Keep true North for six miles, then North-Northeast, and the gods willing, you'll find the mainland eventually.

Here. You're going to need these. Put them in your ears.

Don't take them out till you're away from the mist.

It's their song.

That's why we wrecked in the first place. Aye, aye, aye.

And if you hear it, you'll be powerless. Now, come on.

The wax. It worked for Odysseus laddie.

Whatever happens, don't take them out.

Good luck. Try not to think too harshly of us.

Thank you, gentlemen.


We have to stop him. They've helped him escape.

You... He must not leave!

You know what'll happen to us.

I'll not help you anymore. Let her go.

Lanthe, listen to me.

You have to fight her. Lanthe!

You will do as we want, Korrigan.

He's on his own now.