Look.
Lilli, hurry! The signal fire!
What if they're heathens? I'm frightened.
Maybe we shouldn't light the fire. Let's see who they are first.
Eight people.
The one in the light covering may be a woman.
Woman?
Watch them. They may not be civilized.
Civilized. C-l-V-l-L-l-Z-l-D.
Remember what Mother said about a firm handshake.
My name is Richard.
We've been waiting for you for a long time.
I'm Lilli, and I'm ready to go back to civilization.
What?
I am Captain Jacob Hilliard, master of the Tradewind.
And we... Is this your land?
Yes. My house is there.
We're in need of fresh water. Our casks are fouled.
Will you grant us permission to come ashore?
Yes. You are welcome here.
Cover yourself, and I'll get my daughter.
- Does that binding choke you? - No, certainly not.
Well, yes, sometimes.
I'd appreciate it if you'd...
How do you catch fish with that spear?
It's not a spear, mate.
- What is it? - It's a rifle.
Blow a man's head right off.
Castaways! How exciting!
They're an odd mixture of knowledge and ignorance.
Oh, and their attire is a little bit...
Well, it's quite sparse.
Is anything wrong?
The colour. It's the same as the sky.
Pure silk.
With my compliments.
And for your brother.
Oh, he's not my brother. He's my husband.
Your husband?
Mother died six years ago.
- How do you follow the years? - She taught us.
We know that 12 full moons are one year.
We have Christmas, Thanksgiving and Easter.
We're not sure they're on the right days.
It's amazing, the two of you...
...in this remote, godforsaken place.
Not godforsaken, Captain Hilliard.
Not godforsaken at all.
You do set an excellent table. My compliments to the chef.
They've made their own dinnerware.
Cups, soup spoons. Ingenious.
- Won't Mr. Quinlan be joining us? - He's a seafarer...
...and prefers to be by himself.
I see why you've been lost for so long.
- The charts don't show this island. - It's a wonder we found you.
Heathens come to the north side at certain times.
There's a burial ground there.
This is ever so tasty. A great treat from the slop we eat on the ship.
What is it?
Eel broth.
Eel?
Well, only the broth is eel.
The little white chunks are sea urchin.
We appreciate your hospitality and hope we can repay you.
You can.
You can take us back to civilization.
I should think. It must be awfully boring here.
What is the meaning of "boring"?
Well, boring is when you have nothing whatever to do.
So you're bored. Like you must be here.
No. We're never bored.
Boots and a shirt...
...and a coat and trousers.
I'll let Sylvia explain the female garments.
Well, carry on.
Buttons!
I remember buttons on Mother's dress.
It's Irish lace.
Richard, turn your head. I'm showing her a foundation garment.
Although there isn't much you haven't seen.
- What does it do? - It goes around the waist, like this.
And then cinch the drawstring.
Don't look yet, Richard. I'm showing Lillian my secrets.
Look.
This is velvet plush. And these are silver.
So smooth.
Hairbrush and combs. Powder puff.
Rouge and powder.
Lavender water.
Musk-rose perfume.
And a hand mirror.
You're pretty, except for the hue of your skin.
But we can fix that.
What's wrong with my skin?
It's tainted brown. We'll lighten it with lemon juice.
Why?
You don't want people to think you're a field hand, do you?
No.
- Worse than fish fat. - It's quite costly.
Well, look at you.
You do look handsome in your boulevard suit.
So handsome.
Do you think I've applied too much rouge?
No. I think it's beautiful.
Well, thank you, kind sir.
Well...
All powder and paint with nothing to do.
- We could go outside and count stars. - Is that what you do here at night?
Sometimes we count stars.
Sometimes we sing.
- Sometimes we mate, sometimes we sleep. - Mate?!
- Yes. - Do you mate often?
Whenever we want to.
- Just like that? - Well, yes. Yes.
Sometimes we dance. I love to dance.
Let's show Sylvia how we dance.
Come on, you try it.
I don't call that a dance. It's childish and simple-minded.
- What do you mean? - Grown people don't dance like that.
Maybe we should learn a grown-up dance.
- I shall teach you. - Oh, will you?
It's like this.
It's naughty. It's the Spanish polka.
Spirit's willing, flesh is weak Kiss me, darling, on the cheek
Now do it slow.
One, two, three. One, two, three.
You're a beautiful dancer, Richard.
She must mind her manners.
It's not polite to leave a guest during a lesson.
Well, we're sorry, but she'll just have to wait her turn.
She's gonna teach me how to mazurka.
As soon as I get it right, I'll show you.
You lied to me.
When did I lie to you?
You told me once that you'd never hurt me.
How did I hurt you?
When you always stare at her, it hurts me.
I'm sorry.
It's just that she's so different.
In what way?
Well, just look at her. The way she's all covered up.
You said you found her clothes stupid and unnecessary.
I do.
It's just...
I wonder what she looks like underneath all of them.
You mean you want to look at her...
...because you can't see her?
Yes.
You remember when I wanted to go to the north side, just because I couldn't.
Yes, I do.
I also remember what almost happened to you when you did go.
Good night, Richard.
- What have you done to yourself? - Don't you like it?
No. Wash it off.
You don't like it on me, but you love it on Sylvia.
Please, Lilli, let's not fight. We promised we'd never fight.
You never eat breakfast anymore. Are you sick?
Richard, I'm ready for my lesson now!
I promised to teach her how to fish.
Here we are together.
Out in the middle of a beautiful fishpond.
In plain view of everyone.
So respectable.
But look at this, kind sir.
All we have to do is lower our heads...
...and we're completely hidden from prying eyes.
So we can do whatever we want.
- Lovely. - Get out of here!
Come on, don't be like that.
- Richard? - Richard!
He'll never hear you.
He'll be out playing games with Miss Sylvia for hours.
- You're missing something. The pearl. - What do you mean?
- The little bead in your hair. - It's at the house.
Lilli.
It's no time to be thinking about Lilli.
I told her I'd never hurt her.
Don't feel sorry for her. She's had you all to herself.
- You're not hers. You're not married. - We are.
But not really.
Made-up words in the middle of a jungle doesn't count.
It does to me.
Why don't you just follow your heart?
She is my heart.
Where is it?
You can't just leave me here!
Very rude behaviour! You'll never fit in civilized society!
Richard?
Get away from her!
- Came from the house. - Get the other rifle.
No!
Get him!
Look out!
No!
Help us!
- Quinlan, hold off! You'll kill him! - All right, that's enough.
You heard me. I said, enough.
Break it up.
Quinlan!
- Get off him. - I'll take his bloody head off!
- Get off him! - Put that down.
- Bugger off! - Drop it, or you'll answer to mutiny!
- I said, put it down. - No, Richard!
- Quinlan! - Run!
Richard!
Are you all right?
I'm fine.
I always weather a storm well.
I get that from Mother.
Yes, you do.
Captain Hilliard wants to set sail at dawn.
I guess that means his daughter wants to set sail at dawn.
I don't care what she wants. I don't care about her at all.
You're the most important thing in the world.
Well, you can set sail at dawn...
...but we're not going.
You're not making sense.
Do you remember...
...that lullaby she used to sing to us?
Yes.
Will you teach me to play it on this?
Why?
I'm going to have use for it.
There's a baby growing inside of me.
How do you know?
A woman knows these kind of things, that's how.
Lilli!
But I won't let it be born in civilization.
I want it to be born right here.
Where there's no evil, and no lies, and no guns.
You're right.
We'll stay here.
Just the three of us.
I love you, Lilli.