Dangerous (2021) - full transcript

A reformed sociopath journeys to a remote island to investigate the mystery behind his brother's demise, but soon ends up facing off with more than he bargained for.

Hi, D,

happy birthday.

I wish we could

celebrate it together,

but just a few more

months and your parole is done

and, hey, you can

put your past behind you.

You're going to

love Guardian Island.

The Pacific

Northwest is so beautiful.

I really think I've found

what I've been looking for.

Susan and Freddie say hi.

Your little brother,

Sean.

How are we doing today?

Hey, D,

Happy Thanksgiving.

It's damn cold

here on the island

and I'm trying to

finish these renovations

before the holidays.

I really think I'm in

over my head this time.

I sure wish you were here.

I really could

use your help.

Sean.

D,

I'm so sorry.

Sean's funeral

is December 8th.

I wanted you

to know. Susan.

Don't do it.

Clear!

Bedroom's clear.

Clear!

Got something.

Fucking hell.

Oh, Jesus,

he's warm.

Get him down.

Somebody call EMS.

Dr. Alderwood.

Looks like we lost him.

Sorry to keep you

waiting, I wasn't...

Dr. Alderwood,

Special Agent Shaughnessy, FBI.

May I?

That's a really small badge.

Special Agent,

do you feel special?

Do you

mind if I come in?

- Please, please.

- Thanks.

You have a patient who goes by

the name of D... Dylan Forrester.

Who's that now?

Dylan Forrester, the man

you prescribed these for.

Oh,

that D. Forrester.

Right,

that D. Forrester.

He's one of my most interesting,

most promising patients.

When was the last

time you spoke?

Yesterday. Why?

He broke his parole.

Do you know where he is?

Has he done something?

Well, if by something you mean

attempted murder, then yeah.

Attempted. Well,

that's progress in a strange kind of way.

Are you sure it

wasn't self-defense?

He beat a man into a coma and then

left him hanging in his bathroom.

Like a towel.

I've been working...

Well, D and I have been working together

to help him put

his past behind him.

Yeah, well, he's not doing

a very good job of that.

There are signs of

torture on the victim.

Torture. It just doesn't seem the

kind of thing that he would do.

It was, uh... It was me who put D.

Forrester in prison

for murder,

eight years ago.

I'm quite clear on

what he's capable of.

You know

him better than I do.

- Perhaps you and I should have a session?

- No, no, I'm good.

- It's on the house.

- No, thanks.

D has paid his

debt to society.

I mean,

between aversion therapy

and my behavioral

modification techniques,

he's got a full bag of tools

to reintegrate into society.

Live a

relatively normal life.

A normal life?

There is a big

difference in what's normal

for D and everyone else.

Come on,

Dr. Alderwood. Hmm?

You know you're obligated

to contact the authorities

if you suspect one of your patients

might do themselves or others harm.

Yes, I'm very aware

of my responsibilities.

I don't know where D is.

I'm sure you understand that

confidentiality is the basis

for trust here

and what we do.

D is a changed man. He's proven

that sufficiently time and again.

People don't change,

Doc.

I'm sorry

you feel that way.

Well, then unless you

have some kind of court order,

I feel I can

help you no further.

Right.

Here you go.

I will hunt him

down before he kills again.

I don't need a

court order to do that.

Huh. You

seem determined.

Obsessed even.

D is in a kinder,

healthier place.

I assure you,

he's not a threat.

- Shaughnessy.

- Spill it.

So D's younger brother,

Professor Sean Forrester,

is some

big-brain history scholar.

Suddenly quits his

job a year and a half ago

and moves to some

remote island off Washington.

He's opening an inn.

Like a bed and breakfast.

Wagner,

cut to the chase.

He's dead.

The funeral is tomorrow.

Place called

Guardian Island.

Guardian Island.

Get me someone

in the

Washington State Police

and a plane and a boat.

You got it.

I'm gonna be heading

back to the mainland

while there's

still some daylight.

Were you close

with the deceased?

He was my brother.

Sharon,

I'm sorry for your loss.

The cook,

really?

- His name is Hugh.

- Oh, I'm sorry. Hugh, your new shiny object.

- That is bullshit.

- Honestly, Jo, I think he's a little weird.

- I think he's trouble.

- Yeah?

- Yeah.

- I feel like you're just threatened

- because he's younger than you, aren't you?

- Are you kidding me, Jo?

I'm trying to

look out for you.

Oh? U-Um...

Hi.

D. D Forrester.

Sean's brother.

I'll put you in room 12.

We weren't sure

you were going to make it.

Oh,

um...

So they're all in

the back with Sean.

If you wanna join them, I can

take your stuff upstairs and...

- No.

- Okay.

I need to

use my room first.

Sure,

how about I show you up?

Here's your room.

Sorry it's a bit dark.

Sean wanted to

keep the steel shutters

from when it

was a navy base.

Here's your key.

Okay, one, say,

"I'm sorry for your loss."

I'm...

I'm sorry for your loss.

Sorry for your loss.

Two,

give hug.

Three... Oh, yeah. Is

there anything I can do to help?

Okay,

pat shoulder.

Pat shoulder. Here we go.

Pat shoulder.

Sean, you couldn't tell

that son of a bitch anything.

Am I right?

He already knew it.

History,

science, anthropology.

Brain like a

goddamn elephant.

Bring it down.

- Show some respect.

- Sure. Sure.

Mom,

I'm sorry for your loss.

Don't touch me!

You got a lot of

nerve coming here.

The announcement said

said friends and family.

And which category do

you think you belong to?

I'm sorry?

You already said that.

Is there anything

else you want to say to me?

No.

Perfect.

That's just perfect.

He fell

from a scaffolding.

Hugh over there found him.

You got my letter.

I didn't know if

you would come.

I'm really

glad you're here.

Sean always said

nice things about you.

Me?

Sean was the nice one.

I am so

sorry about Linda.

She's just upset.

Why is she upset?

Well...

because her son just died.

I thought it

was days ago.

Is there anything

that I can do to help?

Okay,

you just let me know, okay?

I'm

supposed to say that.

You were a little hard

on D back there.

Hard on him?

On D? He

can't feel anything.

That's the whole problem.

You have no idea what

I've been through, Susan.

What that thing

has done to my family.

How many cops

came knocking on our door

in the middle of the night,

waking us up.

Waking Sean up

while he was

studying so hard,

doing his best to be

good enough for two sons.

So if you don't mind, and with all

due respect to my daughter-in-law,

just pour it and shut it.

Please.

To Sean.

Hey,

I'm Massey.

Massey, Sean's

friend from college.

- Yeah.

- Archaeologist.

You want a drink?

It's a wake after all.

No.

I don't drink anymore.

Okay.

- Sean's brother, huh?

- Yup.

Yeah.

I'm at a friend's

wake. Guardian Island.

The FBI? No shit.

They sure it was him?

Huh.

Shoot me the details.

- Alderwood.

- Hey, it's me, D.

Oh. D,

how are you?

You said that reconnecting with my

family would be essential to my recovery.

Oh, yes, that's correct,

but you can't expect...

I just

saw my mother.

Oh. And how did that go?

She told me that

I should leave.

I'm so sorry,

D.

But that's an

understandable initial response.

It's gonna be

hard for a while.

It's gonna

be hard for you.

Are you doing the exercises

we practiced, the breathing?

Yeah.

Good. Remember all the

hard work we've put in.

And D, take those lithium pills

too, all right? Don't forget.

They'll help.

You may even start to

have feelings or emotions.

- Okay.

- Okay.

D...

is there anything

you need to tell me?

Anything that may

have happened recently?

Mmm,

no.

Okay. You're not the

same man you used to be, D.

You show them that,

all right?

Okay,

I will.

Good. Anything else?

No.

All right,

well, call me anytime.

Bye.

You're my uncle D,

aren't you?

You must be Freddie.

Grandma

says you're insane.

I'm not insane.

I have antisocial

personality disorder.

What does that mean?

It means a pervasive

pattern of disregard for

and violation

of rights of others.

What does that mean?

It means I don't

care how people feel.

- Oh.

- Ever.

I also don't have

the capacity to feel fear.

Neither of

which make me insane.

They don't?

No, I just see the world

a little differently.

Okay.

What do you have there?

It's a submarine.

Me and my dad were

building it together before he...

Japanese.

Oh, shit,

that's him.

Sean always saw something

in D that wasn't there.

Until today, I haven't

heard from him for years.

I know he went to jail.

I knew he got out. That's it.

- Yeah, your dad was a really smart guy.

- Yeah.

- What did he tell you about this submarine?

- My dad said that...

Freddie, can you

go upstairs? Now, please.

- Bye, Uncle D.

- Bye, Freddie.

You don't belong here.

I'm Sean's brother.

That's the

category I fit into... family.

You gave up the right to call

yourself family a long time ago.

I'm not the same person

that I was back then.

I'm seeing a therapist now

and he's got me

doing breathing exercises.

And I'm on medication.

That won't change

who you are, D.

Wh-Why not?

Because you're insane.

Don't move. I'm sorry,

y'all.

You're under arrest

for attempted murder.

You know the routine.

Hands behind your back.

Hands behind

your back. Now!

Spread 'em.

The feds are on the way.

Let's go.

Move.

I'll hold him

down in the bunker.

Move!

Right here.

Don't even think about it.

Go ahead and have a seat.

So who all'd you kill?

Oh, you'd have to be

a little more specific.

You must

be pretty happy.

The sheriff's got the psychopath

locked up in the bunker.

Every family has at least

one nut job. Right, Jo?

I'm taking the sheriff and

the psychopath some coffee.

Hey, Jo...

I knew Sean.

We go way back.

And not once did he

ever mention having a brother.

A murderer?

We was just on

the phone talking,

and he kept saying to

me he wants me to come here

and see him.

He said that he wanted

to talk to me about something.

Now he's dead

and you're here.

It's a little strange,

don't you think?

What is that?

I need to take my pills.

I,

uh...

I can't reach 'em.

They're in

my front pocket.

You see my finger?

Step in.

Don't budge. Be smart.

What are these?

Depressants.

Help me

control my impulses,

deaden my

response to stimuli.

They make me more normal.

Open up.

Thought you might like

something to warm you up.

Thank you.

Mm-hmm.

Would you

like some coffee?

No.

Thank you.

Well, if you

change your mind...

Huh.

I didn't expect the FBI

to be here so soon.

I'm gonna leave this big

boy on the table right here

if he gets crazy.

Good evening,

fellas.

I didn't expect to

see y'all out here tonight.

Sheriff, what are you

doing all the way out here?

We got the call.

We came out.

We handled it.

You handled it.

Okay, well,

we'll see about that.

Why so many of you guys

for one dude?

You're in charge?

No.

What field office

are you boys with, huh?

You can't be the FBI.

Not exactly.

What was that?

Nine millimeter.

What was that?

Um, w-we should

do something, right?

- Get the gun.

- What?

You can trust me.

- Or you can shoot me.

- What?

Sniper,

to the lighthouse.

We search the house first,

then fan out.

And Pike,

recon the island.

Whymper,

look in there.

- Lock it down.

- Yep.

Hey,

hey.

Who the hell

are you people?

Where's the sheriff?

I know who you guys are

looking for, all right?

He's down the hill. He's

in the bunker with the sheriff.

Well, well, well,

what have we here?

Don't move.

Really, does it look

like I'm going anywhere?

Cell phones.

Now,

you all heard the boss.

Every one of you is

gonna put your cell phone

in my lovely

little bag here.

Mercy,

please.

Thank you.

Listen to me,

man.

I just told you

where he was.

Hey,

cell phone.

- Hands.

- Cell phone.

Hey, I got

a pretty young thing

locked up in a

little cage down here.

Don't call me that.

No one dies until we

find out what they know.

Copy that.

Hey, we're good.

Rest of them looks clear.

I've been thinking,

why did that guy

ask if we were the feds?

Because the FBI are on

their way here right now.

Plan stays the same.

Now, why would anybody

lock you in a cage?

I'm not sure. Why don't we

open the door and find out?

What did you do?

I knocked him out.

Wait,

you didn't kill him?

No. I don't kill

people anymore.

Well,

shouldn't we?

He's a bad guy,

right?

- Up to you.

- What?

Asshole. Jeez.

Please, let me kill him.

Please.

Whymper,

status.

Okay, go find out what's

going on with him. Go. Go.

Blanchard,

hey! Upstairs, no surprises.

All right.

How was your flight?

Being a canned sardine.

If the weather holds,

I should get to the coast

in about three hours.

Any word from the sheriff?

Nothing yet,

and no answer at the inn.

- Goes straight to voice mail.

- Keep trying.

How's our

friend from the shower?

Still in a coma.

It doesn't add up.

D knew that

removing his ankle bracelet

would trigger a response.

In all my years of tracking D,

he never left a body or a witness.

So why leave this guy

alive in his own apartment?

Why?

Hi,

Sean.

Where is it,

huh?

You really fucked up,

didn't you?

I had to.

He was onto me.

We'll talk

about this later.

Felix,

what's taking so long?

Run, Hughie!

Run fast, you little prick!

Run!

Fuck!

Hugh, stop,

you fucking coward!

Hugh,

stop!

Come on!

Take him.

Oh,

my God!

They killed Hugh.

They fucking killed him.

They'll kill you too.

It's okay.

Go sit. It's okay.

Come on. Come on.

So now do you understand what

happens when you don't help me?

I hope that makes

things a little bit clearer.

Hey,

buddy boy.

Whymper!

Holy shit, what happened?

What in the hell are you

doing in here by yourself?

Hey, we got a situation

in the bunker.

Jesus Christ, someone

fucked up Whymper real bad.

Blanchard,

get down here now.

Get down here!

So there are three guys and it

looks like they have a lot of guns.

- Shut up.

- Are you ever nice?

- Freddie!

- Mom!

You watch 'em.

You're gonna come with me.

Oh,

but wait for me.

Where are you going?

What did you do,

you idiot?

You know, there is

so much about you

that I don't like.

Just thought

I'd tell you that.

Shut the fuck up.

Do not move!

What now?

Fuck!

Hey!

Now, what is a pretty lady like

you doing with a shotgun? Hmm?

My name...

- You cut me.

- I needed a scream.

What the fuck

is wrong with you?

Goddamn. This is bullshit.

Fuck.

He's here.

My man didn't get it done.

Of course, he's here.

It's his brother's funeral.

Guy's a psychopath,

man.

You remember

Lansing and Harvey? Bogotá?

Fucking Missoula.

He killed everyone

while we just watched.

The guy's

fucking dangerous.

Here's what I

don't get though.

Why didn't he finish off

Whymper when he had the chance?

Prison make him soft?

No, it's more like a tiger

trying to change its stripes.

Hey, hey, you okay?

Yeah, it hurts boss.

Oh,

it hurts. Oh. It fucking hurts.

- What the fuck.

- That felt good.

Let's get to

work. Come on.

- He's in a mood.

- Let's go!

Pike,

let's move!

All right, whoever kills D

gets Whymper's cut. Good?

- Good.

- Good.

Uncle D!

Those steel shutters.

How do you

close this place down?

The lever

behind the lamp.

The

shutters are all closing.

Hey, Blanchard's

still in there.

Well, then Blanchard's

in deep shit.

Blanchard?

Find me a way back in.

- What happened? Are you okay?

- Yeah, he cut me.

You bring this here now

during Sean's funeral?

Wait,

they're here for you?

They're not here for me.

- Oh, my God.

- Oh, right, right. This is just a coincidence.

We need phones.

Any of these work?

I'm really

struggling here.

- Yeah.

- It's so hard not to

fall back into old habits.

Well, yeah,

I know.

I know it's hard.

I know it is, D.

You're not the only one to have

trouble with that, believe me.

I wanna do some of

those things so bad.

No! D,

you're different, okay?

It's an act of will.

Use those new pathways

of behavior we've created

in your brain.

But what if there are things

that, um, I need to do

to protect myself?

Mmm.

Well, now, that's your

animal brain kicking in.

Flight or fight,

you know.

But just stop, count to 10,

count to 100 if you need to,

and ask yourself

this simple question...

These things you

feel you need to do,

are they things you

think you'll be proud of later?

Well...

probably not.

Well, then you

probably shouldn't do 'em.

Okay,

I'll consider that.

Well, call me anytime.

These pills,

they make my hand shake

when they

start to wear off.

Why are you here?

Fuck you.

All right,

man.

You know how much I'd

love to cut your eyes out

and feed them to you?

I don't... I don't do that kind of

thing anymore though, Blanchard.

What'd you do to him?

We spoke.

It was disappointing.

Oh,

my God, you killed him?

- Watch the doors.

- Yeah, I'm watching the door.

I'm watching you too,

motherfucker.

What are you gonna do, huh,

huh? You gonna go after 'em?

No. There's four

of 'em out there.

Oh, I thought you'd

killed two of 'em.

I didn't

kill any of 'em.

That's enough. I want you out of

this house and off this island.

Get out and take

those people with you.

Linda,

he saved us.

No, no, no,

he saved himself.

That's the only person he cares

about and it always has been.

We wouldn't even be in

danger if it wasn't for him.

Isn't that right,

D?

- Maybe.

- What'd you do, huh?

Piss someone off?

Steal something?

Maybe you

killed the wrong guy?

No.

Did you really

kill people, Uncle D?

- They were really bad people.

- Freddie.

Guardian Island.

They should call this place Murder Island.

Shoot the bastard!

Just shoot them already!

- Holy shit!

- Oh, my eye!

He shot my

fucking eye out.

I think I got him.

I think I got him.

Shoot the one

with the shotgun.

I can't see

into the house.

Then shoot through

the fucking wall!

The whole thing's

armor-plated.

Now we

know he's watching.

They're gonna get

in here eventually.

They're just testing us.

They're looking

for you, not us.

I want you to leave,

now,

before you

cause any more damage.

Go.

Okay.

Okay.

Turns out Sean,

D's dearly departed brother,

had racked up

some pretty sizeable debt

for a history

professor in recent years.

But not so much debt

that he couldn't buy an island.

The plot thickens.

It used to be a navy base

back in World War II.

It gets weirder.

He bought it for

almost twice the market value

with the help of a

mysterious wire transfer.

Wow. Must be

some special island.

Seems like being

insane runs in that family.

Find out who that mysterious

benefactor is, will you?

- I'm on it.

- All right, later.

This is your best bet.

How did Sean die,

exactly?

He was restoring

the lighthouse.

He worked on it every day

until dark. That's when he fell.

He was working on the

lighthouse when he died.

I kept telling him

just to hire someone.

He was so stubborn.

Hugh went out to take him dinner.

That's when he found him.

How long had Hugh

been working here?

Just over a month.

Why?

Just curious.

Okay, follow the trail

behind the inn.

It sweeps around the trees

and leads about a

half a mile down shore.

D, I think you're

doing the best that you can.

He's gone.

Good.

How are they

gonna know that?

Yeah, seriously, how are

they gonna know he's gone?

We'll have to tell 'em.

Get that machine off the boat.

Start searching near the inn.

We need to get

back inside that building.

Hold.

Sniper,

you read that?

It says D is gone.

The boat.

Shit.

Well,

we still got the other boat.

Try not to lose that one,

you fucking moron.

Copy that.

Sniper,

my ass.

You keep an eye out

of those windows, Cyclops.

I got nothing,

just rocks.

Hello?

Dr. Alderwood,

hey, it's me, D.

Oh, D,

are you okay?

- Yeah, yeah, I'm okay.

- Oh, good.

You're still

with your family?

Yeah,

yeah, I'm still here.

I was gonna leave and then,

well, they needed my help

and they're

still my family, so...

Oh, good for you, D.

Good for you.

You stick with it.

It's just that trying to

do my best here and I...

Don't be too hard on

yourself. Nobody's perfect.

- Yeah.

- Yeah.

Yeah,

I know.

I'm a little afraid it

could get a little messy

when I get back inside.

I just still got

a lot to deal with.

Oh, is there a way you could

deal with one problem at a time?

Just one at a time,

instead of all of them

at the same time

like we talked about.

Yeah, yeah,

I could do that.

Usually easier that way.

Yeah,

it is.

Yeah. You're the D we

need you to be, all right?

Keep at it,

son.

Thanks for the advice.

Okay, good, call me

whenever you need.

Oh, for God's sake,

don't kill anybody.

I can't see shit.

All right, let's

try the other side.

Oh, my God, that guy

with the big teeth

is just

standing out there.

Hello! Can you guys

hear me in there?

- Yeah, we can hear you!

- Asshole.

Sooner or later,

that door is gonna open

whether

you like it or not.

So when that

door does open,

I want you to,

uh...

I want you to

remember one thing.

Just go away.

What do you want?

I don't need

any of you alive.

But if any one of you happens

to be able to help me find

what I came here for,

well, then...

maybe we'll be able

to work something out.

What do these guys want?

D's not even

in here anymore.

Maybe D was right, maybe

they're not here for him.

Maybe not, but if

they don't want D,

we need to find

out what they do want.

Did you find me a boat yet?

Everything's

closed till tomorrow,

but here's something,

it might be nothing,

but a 36-foot luxury

yacht was reported stolen

from a marina about an

hour down the coast yesterday.

Was it D?

No,

a local boat captain

from that same marina

says he dropped off a guy

to the island today

who matches D's description.

All right, send me the

address of the marina.

I need to get on

that island yesterday.

- You got it.

- I'll talk to you.

Fuck this,

man!

Where are you going?

The only way we're gonna find it is

by getting one of them to tell us.

You know that.

There's gotta be

another way inside that place.

Fuck it.

Seismic testing. What the

hell are you looking for?

What the fuck

is going on here?

Jesus, Blanchard,

hey, hey, hey, hey.

What the fuck

happened to you?

He fucking shackled me.

- Hey, you good?

- Yeah, yeah.

Here.

Where are you going?

- Hey!

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

Fucking son of a bitch.

You little...

Oh,

I hate you.

Hey! All right,

you little prick.

You want me to shoot

you through the door, huh?

Don't move.

Are you crying,

huh?

Freddie...

go downstairs.

You know,

I embarrassed

myself in front of you

down in that cellar,

so I'm gonna have

to make it up to you.

Oh,

you son of a bitch!

- Mom! Mom!

- Freddie! Freddie!

What's the matter?

What's the matter? Are you okay?

Move!

Hey, back the fuck up!

- Hey, back the fuck up!

- Hey!

Everyone,

hands up now!

Ah,

you know what?

It's just as well

that the boy left.

My friend Ethel

here is gonna join in.

Who doesn't like

a threesome, huh?

You, put the gun down.

Put it down or I'll blow her brains out.

I'll do it.

Just don't hurt her.

- No, no.

- Good.

Round two?

You know, D,

I feel...

I feel that you

wanna cry right now.

What do you think,

huh?

Are you gonna

beg for your life, huh?

Get the fuck up,

you son of a bitch.

Come on, D,

you gotta give me something.

Not much point.

And why is that,

huh?

Okay, okay,

I get it.

You are going

to try and stab me

with one of these here

broken mirror pieces, huh?

Yeah.

No.

Submarine. Japanese.

Femoral artery. You're gonna

wanna put some pressure on that.

Too late.

Oh, my God,

I really enjoyed that.

Let her go.

Are you okay?

- I'll shoot her.

- And I'll shoot you both.

What?

Are you okay?

Are you okay?

Oh, God. Oh,

my God.

You almost

fucking killed me.

Well,

good thing you moved.

He killed Blanchard.

He shot my fucking arm off,

almost.

You came back.

What did you do,

huh? Huh?

What did you do upstairs,

you sicko?

Did you kill him or what?

Mom, I've been giving

this a lot of thought

and I think that I

deserve a second chance.

Oh,

my God! What?

What did you do?

Mom...

...that I can explain.

D, come out.

I wanna talk to you.

Just stay

away from me please.

I can't... I can't...

That was the worst

thing I have ever seen.

Hello, D.

It's been a long time.

I, uh... feel like

you've been avoiding me.

Well,

I have.

What happened to you,

man?

Hmm?

You used to be

the best at what we do.

The absolute best.

Now, you're in the system,

all drugged out,

therapy three times a week to

get in touch with your soft side.

So what's he call it,

huh?

Acute

sociopathic disorder?

Or current

psychopathological behavior?

Arrested

moral development?

Come on, D, these are

just fancy ways for these people

to call you insane.

They're

calling you insane.

You know me,

D.

Personally,

I-I don't believe in insane.

You're not insane. I think it's

just different points of view.

You taught me that,

right?

You got a

point to this shit?

Yeah,

I got a point to this.

Are you just gonna keep pretending

for these fucking people,

or are you gonna

accept what you really are, huh?

Because what you

are is awesome, bro.

That's why you're here,

right? Hmm?

Sean must have told you

what's here on the island,

right?

That's why

he's fucking dead, D.

Oh. You don't know.

Take him.

Take him!

Seriously, you

didn't kill him either?

After what you did to that guy

upstairs, what's the problem?

- Oh, Jesus.

- What did he say?

He said

there's something...

on this island.

There's nothing here.

There's a couple hundred dollars

for groceries, some antiques.

No... something here.

Sean was

trying to tell me.

He was trying to tell me

something before he died.

Sean. Come on,

D.

You know Sean. He couldn't have

been involved with that evil...

You're not listening!

They were in

business with Sean

and they are

here to find something.

What is it?

Hmm? What

aren't you telling me?

You said that Sean died while he

was working on the lighthouse.

I don't think he fell.

No,

you said Hugh found him, right?

Yeah, Hugh, Hugh. The son of a

bitch, he was talking to 'em too.

There was something. It

was like a moment that they had.

- Okay, shut up.

- All right.

He was one of Cole's men planted

here to keep an eye on Sean.

But he was

working on something.

There was... engine

grease underneath his nails.

He's right.

D's been a lot of things, but

stupid was never one of them.

Where's Sean's office?

The cellar.

Felix, we're gonna

try over there.

Come on,

Sean, talk to me.

Come on. What

were you working on?

It's not this.

There's

that sound again.

I wanna go after him.

I wanna go after him.

That freak tried to kill me.

If D wanted you dead,

you'd be dead.

I can sneak back in the window like before.

They won't even know.

Then maybe you should.

It'll save me a bullet.

Where's that door go?

That's the wine cellar.

He spent two months restoring

it when we first moved in.

You have the keys?

Yeah, I know

where the keys are.

A footprint.

From the boot.

No way.

What the hell?

Whoa!

A hidden door? Really?

I never drank the merlot.

I... I...

- Flashlight.

- Yeah.

- Cool.

- Freddie, come here.

But it's the...

Oh,

Sean.

What's down there?

- I'm coming down!

- Jesus.

Are

you down there?

Oh,

sh...

Jesus.

D?

What do you see?

The video's pretty bad,

but we captured a still frame

on one of the yacht thieves.

I just sent it to you.

Wow. It's Cole,

100%.

- Who?

- D's former employer.

A high-level fixer for the

criminally rich and infamous.

D started working for Cole

right after he was discharged

from the SEALs for almost

killing his commanding officer.

D was Cole's

weapon of choice.

And now,

here they are,

D and Cole together again.

Goddamn it,

I thought we'd see

the island from here.

Look, I'm sorry.

I've tried everywhere.

No one is

willing to sail tonight.

I'll call you if I come up

with anything.

Hi.

Is everything

all right, ma'am?

Yeah.

Can I help

you with something?

As a matter of fact,

yeah.

You sure you know

what you're doing?

Oh, me? No, I'm

just fucking around.

I mean,

I'd let you try,

but it's best if

you have both eyes.

Asshole.

D?

Down here!

D!

What is this place?

D,

fucking don't leave me.

D could've been

halfway to Hawaii by now.

Maybe he

really has changed.

We're

gonna get lost in here.

How far does this go?

This is insane.

Oh,

fuck.

What the hell?

Shh!

Let's hit the lights.

Holy fuck.

Holy shit.

It's a submarine.

Japanese.

World War II.

Huh?

Oh,

my God.

Sean,

what the fuck is this?

Whoa,

whoa, whoa, hold on.

I think I found something.

That looks like a tunnel.

It goes from the inn...

Holy shit.

To the lighthouse.

Fuck yeah. Jackpot!

All right.

You guys

find the entrance.

I'll meet you down there.

Come on,

let's go.

He never told me

about any of this.

Fuck me. That's why

I never heard about this.

D. Look.

It's the Yamashita gold.

The Yamashita gold!

What?

It's what he wrote about

in his books.

Fuck!

What's that?

God,

you scared the hell out of me.

What's going on?

Where did D go?

Where did Massey...

Move. Come on.

It's right here.

It's fucking real.

I thought Sean was

full of shit back in school.

This is crazy!

That what he was trying to

tell me about in his letters.

He said, "I think I've found

what I've been looking for."

Oh, fuck!

Fuck.

Jesus Christ!

Run!

- Come on down!

- Damn it.

- See 'em right there!

- Get 'em from the other side.

Can you move?

There's only one shot left.

- Hey?

- Yeah.

Keep up,

follow me.

Where are you going?

- Come on, take him!

- Shoot him!

I got the bastard!

Shit! Shit!

What are you doing?

You have a cell phone?

One

of them's down.

Are you making

a call right now?

- Shut up.

- Are you serious?

- They're shooting at us.

- Shh.

- Screw you!

- Stop.

- Hello?

- Hey, it's me.

D,

what time is it?

- Uh...

- Can you see 'em?

Three-ish. Sorry.

It's late. I know.

I just have one

question for you.

Sure,

shoot.

If I have to save myself, uh,

could I go back to my old ways then?

Well,

I guess I'd have to say

that you really wouldn't

be saving yourself at all

if you give up on all that

great work that you've done.

There he is!

What the hell was that?

5.56 mm semiautomatic

machine gun.

You're being shot at?

Oh, yeah, they've been

shooting at us for a while now.

- D, listen to me, listen.

- Okay.

Do whatever it takes

to save your ass.

Whatever it takes?

Whatever it takes.

Fuck. I'll lose

my fucking license.

Jesus Christ.

Please work,

please work.

Kill 'em!

Fuck me.

Whoo-hoo.

- Where are you going?

- Shh!

- D!

- Stop! Stop right there.

So you've found it,

huh?

I knew I

could count on you.

Wow, your brother

kind of undersold it, didn't he?

It's too bad that he's not

gonna get to enjoy any of it.

Stop right there.

I still need you alive.

Hey,

asshole!

Shoot! Oh,

shit!

No, no,

no.

D,

listen to me.

This is so stupid,

huh?

Let's just grab as

much of this gold as we can

and let's get

the hell out of here.

'Cause when the feds show up,

they're gonna lock your ass up forever.

I didn't come here

for the gold.

I just want

my family back.

Well, then,

you got a deal.

You carry my gold and I'll

give you your mommy back.

Come on,

let's go.

It'll take days to

get this out of here.

You don't have the time.

Well,

neither do you.

But you're a good,

strong, strapping lad.

Let's grab it. Hurry up.

All right,

give me two ingots, uh,

for what your

dead brother owes me.

That's it.

Atta boy.

Two more for

interest. Come on.

That's it. Hurry up.

And, uh,

you know what,

why don't you just give

me two on top of that just, um...

I don't know,

just for the fuck of it.

That's it.

There he is. That's it,

strong guy.

Come on,

D.

Atta boy.

Pick it up.

There's no

rest stops. Let's go.

- Whoa!

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey,

get up.

Come here.

Come here. Come here.

Come here.

All right,

get up.

Pick it up,

or else your mom goes flying.

Game over,

D.

You're making a fatal mistake,

Agent Shaughnessy.

Where's Cole?

He's right here.

Pick up the gold.

Pick up the fucking gold!

That's it. Good boy.

Hey, D,

what are the odds? Huh?

While you

were rehabilitating,

your straight-as-an-arrow

brother decides

to borrow money

from the wrong people.

Well...

he knew that sooner

or later that I'd show up.

You know how it is.

And now here

you are.

Oh, D, I gotta tell you, thought

I'd be happier to see you.

But you're just so

goddamn sad to me now, huh?

Pathetic,

powerless.

You used to run this shit.

You know why

he's doing all this, huh?

He's doing this for you,

mama. That's right.

You don't

have to do this, D.

- Shut up.

- He's gonna kill us anyway!

Shut up.

You're right.

I don't.

You're fucking insane!

Fucking insane!

You're expending so much energy trying

to hide who you are, what you are.

You're a fucking monster.

And I'll constantly be

that voice in your head,

reminding you that you're

never gonna fucking change!

I'm not insane.

You're not gonna die here.

Um... I'm sorry.

Stop

saying you're sorry.

Sorry for your loss...

for Sean.

When I think back

to all Sean's letters,

it's clear now that he

was dying to tell someone

what he discovered,

but to keep his family safe,

he knew he never could.

When he became obsessed

with the abandoned naval

base called Guardian Island,

I figured he was

just writing another book.

He must have

been pretty damn sure

of what was under that island,

the Yamashita gold,

war loot taken by Japanese

Imperial forces during World War II

and smuggled out of the

country in small submarines.

Sean put

together the clues,

but needed help

buying Guardian Island.

He borrowed money

from Cole's associates

and before he could pay it back,

Cole came after him

and it cost

him everything.

Looks like Sean wasn't

so perfect after all.

Nobody's perfect,

but he didn't deserve to die.

They're gonna come

after you, you know.

Well, I've been hunted

before. I can handle it.

What about Sean's

family, your mother?

They'll be okay.

I'll make sure of it.

What about you?

I might try being

myself for a while.

Bye,

D.