Mutiny (2017): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

There's an old saying,

"When ships were made of wood,
men were made of steel."

Come on, boys!

Argh. Come on!

In 1789,
the crew of a British navy ship

rose up and overthrew
their captain, William Bligh,

in the infamous mutiny
on the bounty.

Bligh and a few loyal men

were bundled into a tiny boat

and abandoned
in the middle of the Pacific.

They should have died.



Instead, they managed
to sail 4000 miles to safety.

Wave! Wave!

It remains one
of the greatest survival feats

of all time.

Stop moving now.
This is serious.

Now, for the first time,

nine men are following
the same route,

facing the same conditions...

to measure themselves
against history.

Back then,
those guys were hard as nails.

Can the modern day man
endure such hardships?

Can't see shit!

When I'm on my deathbed,

I want to look back
and say I did something amazing.



There's nothing normal
about being here, nothing.

There should be
a bit more to life

than working really hard
and then getting smashed.

Woo!

If we make it through,
I think it's a huge triumph.

My God!
It's a shark.

We return victors.

If we make one mistake...

Whoa!

...it's utter, utter disaster.

If we end up in the water,

it's not a game,
it's not a joke.

So far...

Wave! Wave!

...the crew
have spent six days at sea

battling their first
pacific storm and each other.

Chris!
Stop jumping up off in there.

Don't tell me
what to do, dickhead!

They're sailing in a replica

of Captain Bligh's boat.

With the same kit
and the same meagre rations.

Filming the journey themselves.

Now, at last, land is in sight.

That looks absolutely amazing!

They've made it to Yandua,

one of the Fiji islands,

six hundred miles
into their 4000 mile voyage.

Like Bligh, they're stopping
whenever they can

to re-stock supplies.

And Yandua has come
in the nick of time.

They are down
to their last day of water.

They'll be staying
for three days.

A chance to catch up
on such much-needed rest.

But there's no rest
for their captain...

Ant Middleton.

So many crabs.
Look at this one, look.

Whoa...

See, look,
there's loads of them.

Another one.

These crabs here...

we will just catch in abundance,
they're everywhere.

I literally just spent
ten minutes crabbing

and got ten crabs,
that will make a nice soup.

First thing I went out
and done was hunt.

And then I came back and people
are still sleeping around.

And there was just
clothes everywhere.

We're not
on a camping trip, okay?

If it was raining right now,
all this dry kit would be wet.

I cannot afford
for people to start going down

'cause their kit's wet.

Back in the day of Bligh,

you'd pay for your actions.

If you done something wrong,
Bligh would get a cutlass out.

People need to start
bucking their ideas up,

they need to start doing it now.

Ant heads into
the interior to hunt for water.

Their next sea crossing
could take a week.

They can't leave until they've
found a fresh supply of water.

If you look on the beach
below, you see that,

see where the sand is cut away?

So there's got to be
a water source right here.

Can you move
your fingers for me?

Ship's doctor, Luke,

is patching up the wounded.

In the last sort of few days,

everyone's skin
has basically exploded.

It's a result of, of them
getting totally drenched.

Tell me if you feel like you're
going to faint or anything.

- You alright?
- Yeah.

Everything's 100 times
more difficult

when you're doing
minor operations

on a charred log in a jungle.

I've never been on an expedition
as the medic before,

so that is a little bit
overwhelming.

But the doctor
in Bligh's journey

coped with the same sort
of medical problems.

My God!

The biggest challenge
I've faced in my life,

is working in Sierra Leone

during the Ebola epidemic
in 2015.

Seeing that unfold
in front of you

there's no way that I could have
just sat in south London

not doing anything.
It wasn't an option.

I guess I have probably
always wanted to help people.

And I think that's probably
the naffest thing you can say

at a medical school interview,

but...

you know, that's definitely
part of who I am.

Chris cut his leg
on rocks six days ago.

Do not go down there!

If you say to me,

"Don't do it, stop it."
I'm going to fucking do it.

If he gets injured,
he's our responsibility.

Jesus Christ. Come on.

Chris needs to listen
a bit more.

He's going to make
a lot of enemies otherwise.

Is that really sore
down there, Chris?

Yeah.

There must have been
a fair few of these

in Bligh's day, right, Luke?

Yeah. They didn't
even have antibiotics.

In the 18th century,

disease and accidents

meant the typical life span
of a sailor

was just 35 years.

Twenty years shorter
than on land.

Chris has a nasty wound
infection on his right leg.

I don't think
he's coping very well.

And I'm quite worried about him.

There's got to be
a watery source round here.

Look.

Look at this!

look at it all, look.

I'm going to have
a quick drink out of this.

Good?

You don't know how happy I am.

Look at that.

Back at camp,

Ant discovers the men
have ignored his instructions

to keep everything ship-shape.

Got tools out... cups out.

I've obviously been
a bit too... soft on them.

Guys, let's all gather in
round here two seconds.

- Who's is that?
- Mine.

Who's is that?

Mine.

This was all folded
behind my back though,

because I need to wash it...

No, mate, honestly,
stop making excuses.

It's not an excuse

I didn't want to put it
in the bag cause they're dirty...

Mate, stop making excuses,
stop making excuses.

These are just
camp-fire games, isn't it?

How is this camp-fire games?

This is discipline, mate.
This is discipline.

What we need
to get through this journey.

I just want you to accept
what I'm saying

instead of getting
on the defensive

and trying to wiggle
your way out of it.

And if you can't keep
your stuff in order here,

how are you going to do it
on the boat then?

Number one key
for survival really

is to get a fire going.

If you can get a fire going,
you're laughing.

Ant has to make fire

using the same tools
as Captain Bligh.

It's not catching.

Remarkably, Bligh's
journals survive the voyage.

Among the few things

which have been
thrown into the boat

was a piece of brimstone
and a tinderbox

so that I secured fire
for the future.

- Alright.
- Woo...

Quick, put your stuff on it.

I'm getting smoke in my eyes.

It's their first
hot meal in ten days.

This is just really,
really good, mate.

The fact
it's a little warm is so lovely.

The fact it's warm as well,
and just warm meat.

That's what I've actually
longed for.

I feel like...

I've literally looked after them

for the last eight days,
nine days.

I'm used to managing
military personnel

where it's a case of if you
don't do it, you're gone.

I need them to step up.

So, Ant, do you miss the SBS?

Yeah, I do mate,
I miss it a lot.

And the only thing I really
miss is combat though.

- Really?
- Yeah.

What about it?
What about combat?

I just miss the intensity of it.

- I miss the bond with the lads.
- Yeah.

And that thrill
of going through that door

not knowing what's
on the other side.

Yeah.

If you miss going through doors

and not knowing
who was on the other side

you should, like,
get into pizza delivery.

Right, guys, this next leg

is basically going to be
over to you guys, okay?

No more passengers
on this vessel.

I need you to step up

and I know that you've got
the capability to do it.

Chris, you know you've been
a sort of liability

on this last trip.

Keep that shut,
show us by your actions, mate.

Hey, Ben,
you are an asset to the team,

but I think
you lack self-belief.

You're a very,
very capable person

but I think it's up here
that you lack it, okay?

Everyone has their flaws.

To say you haven't got any flaws
is delusion.

But I've taken it on board.

I'm going
to just be more proactive.

Hopefully, I can learn
a lot more about sailing.

I've never been a liability
in my whole life.

So I've got
to respond correctly now.

And that just relies on me

to try my best to constantly
push through these injuries

and keep myself
going on the boat.

On the next leg of their voyage,

the crew will be at sea
for at least a week.

Ahead of them lies 700 miles
of open ocean.

Ready, boss?
- Yeah.

I want you
to really pull down on that

- pretty hard, okay?
- Alright.

Good work, guys.

Big wave.

Went right up my arse.

The weather, much better,

which rejoiced all hands.

A fine morning
I had the pleasure to see,

produced
some cheerful countenances

and we found
a little warmth from the sun.

Let's surf this, baby!

I tell you what,
I feel so much better

to be back at sea now.

The talk this morning
seemed to have worked

and they seem to be, you know,

they've got that little spark
in them now

and just getting
that little spark in them,

I'm really happy
they've reacted to it.

You bastard!

Guys, a bit of breeze here.

I think we can shake
the reef out of the main.

Yep. That's it.
We're going to dip the main.

In 1789,

Captain Bligh relied
on the trade winds

to take his boat west

towards the island group
of Vanuatu,

a 500 mile voyage
that took eight days.

Ant is setting the same course

hoping to follow
in Bligh's footsteps.

Aw, shit.

My fucking God!

All me gear's wet.

Chris has paid the price

for not putting
his clothes away.

That is, I mean the most,

what are we into this leg?

Not even fucking two hours,
not even an hour.

Chris, it's not going
to help moaning about it, mate.

No, I know, but I need to...

I know we're going
to find a solution, mate.

When we're happy sailing,
when things are a bit calmer...

It's just shit.

Thirteen days into the voyage,

the men are missing home.

If you could have
any food right now,

what would you have?

I want to eat so much chocolate

that I'm physically sick.

I am desperate.

All I want to eat is just pizza

and doner kebabs
and cheeseburgers.

Food.
I'm going to miss food the most.

Real food.

Do you want a burger?

I'll have that one, mate.

I'm one of those people
that can eat and eat and eat.

I try to put on weight for this.

I ate basically a tub
of Ben and Jerry's and a pie

for breakfast every day
for a couple of weeks,

and I lost like 600 grams.

The sea part,
I'm very competent in.

I've been sailing
my entire life.

My father served
in the Falklands

as the ship's doctor
on HMS Active.

And I think it's probably him

that I have to blame
about loving sailing so much.

I think it's quite likely

I could lose
some innocence on this.

Go in very sort of fresh faced,

come out this gaunt,
sort of, shell of a man

with, like,
really sparse facial hair,

'cause I can't grow a full beard
or anything like that.

The crew are back on
their 400 calorie-a-day regime.

Dinner is one ship's biscuit,

plus a few grams of dried meat.

The day showed to me

a poor, miserable set of beings

full of wants, without anything
to relieve them.

Some complained
of a great pain in their bowels.

The Bligh diet was
also taking its toll on Freddy.

Fred, you have had a shit,
you're such a liar.

- I promise you I haven't...
- You must have.

I promise you, mate.
I swear on my life I haven't.

You must have had a ghost shit
somewhere and not even known it.

- What it's just dropped out?
- Yeah.

If anything
kind of sums up this trip,

you're in the most epic sweeping
like once-in-a-lifetime location

in the most fucking cramped,
uncomfortable conditions

and listening to someone talking
about their inability to poo.

What would happen
if it did get painful?

Well, your bowel could explode.

I don't want that to happen.
That would be really shit!

The men
are desperate to catch a fish.

But, like Bligh's crew
before them,

they've had no luck.

Chris blames
the state of the equipment.

This fishing boat's just
an absolute disgrace.

I've been fishing
most of my life

and I've never seen
fishing kits so...

Well, you've got the expertise,
so fix it.

But even like,
what the bloody hell's this?

It's attached
to two bloody wires.

No, hang on, that's one.

Well, just sort it out

and then
you can catch some fish.

It's not as easy said as done.

Alright, well,
just chuck it all overboard

and let's just leave it then.

There's lines
wrapped round lines

wrapped round lines.

Guys, can we stop
fucking whinging and moaning.

If there's a problem
with the boat

or there's a problem
with something,

fucking sort it out.

- Well, I'm just saying.
- Just get it done!

- Chris, shut up for two seconds!
- I'm just saying...

Chris, Chris.
Shut up for two seconds.

There's fucking stuff wrong
with the boat

all the time,
and do you know what I do?

I fucking get on with it.
I don't fucking moan about it.

I want you to be proactive,

I want you to use your
initiative and I want you to go,

"Do you know what,
this is in shit state.

But do you know what,
we're going to sort this out."

On that note,
I'm having a fucking coconut.

There's a big cloud formation.

So there's cirrus
right at the top.

Cirrus stratus.

Are we going to get rain,
Freddy?

I think we might.

It looks like there's
a bit of weather on the way.

I might get my shit on,

just 'cause Conrad's
putting his shit on.

Also putting...
I'm getting my shit together.

The men are sailing
into a part of the globe

where the trade winds clash

causing sudden
and violent storms.

Make sure
all your shit's put away,

make sure your house
is in order.

We've got to get everything
lashed down.

I need them to switch on.

Buckle down, grit your teeth,
and let's get this job done.

Ant decides it's a good moment

to try one of Captain Bligh's
tricks to boost morale.

Right, guys. I reckon
a little tot of rum tonight.

Sam, do you want to do
the honours for the rum?

Bligh's on-board
larder included a barrel of rum.

Aw!

- Cheers, Sam.
- Cheers.

In 1789,

sailors got a triple shot

every day,
as part of their wages.

The little rum I had

was a great service to us.

I generally served a teaspoon
or two to each person...

and it was always joyful tidings

when they heard
of my intentions.

My...

Fucking love drink.

The men are split
into two watches:

four hours on duty,
four hours off.

Can you wake Chris up?

- Chris?
- Chris?

It's not the first time

that Chris has failed
to get up for his watch.

Chris?

Come on, mate. You're on.

I'm awake.

To me,
the real big challenge is,

you know,
dealing with other people and...

being able to work as a team
with these guys.

Chris?

- Yeah.
- Can you just...

wake yourself up
and get yourself alert, mate?

I want you
to be awake and alert.

I am.

I really don't like

when people want to baby me
through something and,

"You've got to do this

and you've got to do it
that way."

I just...

It's one of my absolute
pet hates in life.

Now, if we have
a big storm tomorrow

I need to know that you can be
fucking right there

- sorting the ship out.
- Yeah, I can.

He's used to "I'm the man."

"This is my boat,
what I say goes,

and when I want to stop,
I'll stop and sleep

and no one tells me what to do."

He just needs to learn
to be a team player.

Fucking hell!

At day break, the weather turns.

My God, that was awful.

Today the swells
are absolutely ginormous.

Spray everywhere.

The boat's
like a little bath tub.

Just getting on with it,
and just surviving,

which is what Bligh's men
would have been doing.

So Bligh says,

"Monday, May the 11th.

Strong gales
from the south, south east...

...and very squally weather.

The sea was constantly

breaking over us,

and we had no choice
how to steer.

For we were obliged to keep
before the waves

to avoid filling the boat."

I think Bligh's journal
is haunting us.

It's just so accurate.

They don't die
on the next page, do they?

Hope not.

They all went
to a Chinese buffet

on the next page!

The winds ease

and carpenter Ben wants
to master the art of helming.

Good morning.

You bastard.

Look, mate,
it's a boat isn't it?

It's going to get wet sometimes.

- Is that due to helming?
- No.

Yeah, really should go
with the waves.

This will cut through them
though won't it, Ant?

I think I'm having a bit
of like a quarter life crisis.

My friends kind
of have left me behind.

Cheers!

Now, everyone, they're
getting married or have kids,

and I'm still living
with mum and dad.

I am going to miss
the old lager.

I want to not just be
that guy that drank 20 pints

and did a load of shots
and was a legend for one night.

I really want
to challenge myself

to find out what's in there.

Cheers, mate.

I think I might be able
to find it at sea.

Don't try and fight it
on the tiller.

And then as soon
as that wave's finished

as soon as you're at the bottom,
push it right over.

Are you feeling up
for a little bit?

Yeah, I'll give it a little go.

How does that feel?

Just thinking compass, waves
and everyone else constantly.

Really cautious
that there's five guys sleeping

and I've got
all their welfare in my hands.

Try not to keep your head
on the compass too much, Ben.

Try and read the waves.

That's good, mate,
good effort that.

There must be
a certain thing in all of us

that must be
a little bit mental.

A normal bloke
wouldn't want to put himself

in this situation, would he?

I love it.

Makes you feel alive a bit,
don't it?

Ben? Good shift today, mate.

Thanks for that. You done well
at the helm there.

Really well.

The men are 17 days
and 1300 miles

into Captain Bligh's
marathon sea voyage.

They're tired, wet
and out of fresh food.

Lads aren't in good shape.

We'll have to stop for a bit
of sanity somewhere

and obviously rations and that.

Landfall is crucial.

The food's just getting
more depressingly shitter.

Is that land?

Is that land there?

Land ahoy, boys!

Port side, eleven o'clock.

Finally!

Yeah!

The men left Yandua six days ago

and ran out of food yesterday.

The shoreline
they can see is Gaua,

one of a string of 83 islands

that make up
the Republic of Vanuatu.

In Bligh's day it was thought
to be inhabited

by ferocious
and fearsome islanders.

Guys, gonna need you
to put your backs into it

the current is very strong here.

Mate,
is that a canoe over there?

Just past Ant. Ant, have a look.

Yeah.

Ant, are they coming towards us?

Yeah.

- Ben?
- Yes, mate.

Get two cups, and serve me up
two tot of rums. Okay?

Yeah.
I know what you mean.

The oldest format
of winning a stranger over

are giving them a drink,
ain't it?

We are here, we want to
stay here for maybe three days.

We have a lack of water

and if you guys can help us
that would be great.

Luckily, Ant's
crew don't need to worry.

Yeah, of course, yeah,
you are most welcome.

Captain Anthony.

- Ricky.
- Ricky. Nice to meet you.

This is awesome.

The welcoming party
guides them through the reef

to shore.

Probably
the first south Londoner

they're ever going to meet.

I'm gonna introduce myself
as Earl of Lewisham.

Hello, I'm the Earl of Lewisham.

Guys, listen, I just want
to thank you for welcoming us.

It's been a long time coming,
this island.

Gaua is still
a remote part of the world.

Ricky and his family
are part of a small community

who follow
a traditional way of life

growing their own food,
hunting and sea fishing.

Look at that.

That's going to taste so good.

Mate, I am getting excited.

Thank you, guys.

Mate, my mouth
is just exploding right now.

Is it banana?

Plantain, I guess.
- Plantain, it tastes delicious.

- Umm.
- Is it good?

Aw, mate.

Just been greeted
by the loveliest men

that I've ever met in my life.

They're just the nicest,
nicest guys you could ever meet

and they've provided us
with... food.

And it is unreal.

That's the best breakfast
I've ever had in my life.

That's including like
left over takeaways, the lot.

That's beautiful.

That's what we've needed
for so long.

Excited.

I've absolutely no clue
what it is, nothing,

never heard of it.
I don't know what it is at all.

Hey, what is...
what is this stuff?

Their host, Ricky

has invited the crew
to a ceremony

that goes back 3000 years.

Whenever we have guests
or we have a visitor,

it's our culture
to give him respect.

They'll been given kava

a psychoactive drink
made from a plant

native to the South Pacific.

Definitely feeling something,
are you?

- Yeah.

I'm not going to lie.

Your eyes are like half tilled.

It's thought that Captain Cook

was the first European
to take part in this ritual

when he explored these islands
in 1773.

This is us when we're happy.

Vanuatu is one of those places

that you can spend
your whole life looking for

and not ever find it.

And I think we've been
lucky enough to find it.

This is amazing.

The next leg of their voyage

is a 16 hundred mile
sea crossing

that will take
two weeks or more.

The crew need to bolster
their food supply.

This morning we're going to be

going off pig hunting.

It's going to be a hard day.

It's going to be
about five, six hours.

Okay, I don't want to hear
any whinging, any moaning.

This is where we all prove

actually, do you know what,

after all the hardship
we've been through

and all the shit times
we've been through

we can pull together as a team.

We step it up from here.

This is literally incredible.

Village Chief, Paul,

knows the pig trails
in the forest.

They're calling out
the dogs now.

You can hear them banging
their machetes and whistling.

Chris is struggling to keep up.

What's the matter?

I've left me long johns on.

He's too hot,
he's got his long johns on.

What's he doing?

Just resting I think.

Fucking coming
in his long johns and that,

he's been left behind
on the pig hunt.

I'm not lacking up.

Here he comes now.

Chris, quick as you can, mate,
catch them up.

Let's go, mate. Let's do this.

Left my thermal top
and thermal long johns on.

Didn't realise
we were going to be...

hiking up such a big incline.

Run and catch them up.
- Come on, mate.

It's hot, you know.

He just hasn't planned,
he does not want to learn.

I don't know
what to do with him.

I really don't know
what to do with him.

Ben has stayed in the village

where he's helping build
the foundations of a new hut.

His carpentry skills
have been bartered

to help pay for the crew's keep.

So we've just got
the basic lines in

for the house.

It's something I've always
pretty much dreamed of doing.

I never imagined
I'd get the opportunity...

Alright, guys?

...on this trip,

um, help building villages
and stuff.

Hi.

I remember my dad
saying before I left,

"You will probably
get into an island

and you'll love it so much
you won't want to leave."

I already know
what he's talking about.

It's just truly amazing.

On the wild pig hunt...

the dogs have picked up a scent.

They're all up ahead
there, running up ahead.

But they're still calling them,

but they're gathering
around like wolves.

Hey, hey!

There she goes.

Trying the pierce the heart.

Put it out of its misery
as quick as possible.

Probably try and spear it.

No.

All that hard work,
fucking paid off mate.

Ben!

We've missed you.

We return victors.

It's amazing.

Good effort today, guys.

Remember what I said
this morning,

we've just proved it today,

that hands on as a team

with these guys as one big team,
look what we can achieve.

Yeah! Let's do this.

Now we're sort
of less focused on surviving

it's allowed feelings
within the group to bubble up.

And strains and cracks
are starting to show.

The main sort of source
of, stress and strain

is Chris Jacks.

Hey, mate.

- Hello, mate.
- Can I grab you a minute?

What's that?

The guys want to have
a bit of a chat... about Chris.

Okay, okay.

Aw, I had a feeling
this was coming.

Yeah.

Alright, guys, I know you've got
a bit of concern about Chris.

You need to voice it really.

If I knew
he was going to be on that boat

for the rest of the trip
and he was going to be the same,

I don't think I would do it
to be honest.

Wow. Really?

It is driving me absolutely mad.

He doesn't want
to listen to anyone.

It's really... tough.
If he's not gonna...

bode with the rules, basic rules
that you lot are setting.

In the last few days,

I realise now how little he does
for the group and, essentially,

we're carrying him,
and it's pissing me off.

If we were to set sail
on Monday,

do we have him
in the boat or not?

Just a yes or a no.

I would say no.

Do we have him in the boat?

I would like to... It's...

Yes or no, Ben.
Honestly...

- Yes.
- Yes.

You'd like to have
him in the boat.

Fred, would you like
to have him in the boat?

- No.
- No.

Luke, would you like
to have him in the boat?

- No.
- No.

Rish, would you like
to have him in the boat?

Sadly, not.

I'll make a decision and...

I'll consult you all
before we leave.

I'm not gonna rest
now I've heard that.

Um, I try and give Chris
the benefit of the doubt,

but there's only so many times
I can make excuses for him,

put my head
on the chopping board for him.

And now, if I make a decision
on keeping him...

then the whole crew
are going to be after me.

Fourteen days the next leg.

And if he lets me down

like he's been constantly
letting me down...

I'm going to have
a mutiny on my hands.

The crew
of the bounty's end boat

are preparing supplies

for the longest and toughest leg
of their voyage:

purified water and smoked pork.

Once that's done,
put them into the barrels

and then we can
fill them back up.

Tomorrow, they're
due to set sail for Australia,

one thousand six hundred miles
across the Coral Sea

a voyage that will take
at least two weeks.

Ant has to confront Chris

with the crew's complaints
against him.

Sit down, Chris,
I want to talk to you quick.

None of them want you
on the boat.

Why? I don't get what,
what have I done wrong?

The lads don't think
you're a team player.

The lads think
you're dangerous on the boat.

- And...
- That's ridiculous.

And the lads think that you're
a hindrance to the team.

- And that...
- That's just ridiculous.

They're just saying,
"Ant, why are you allowing him

to get away with all this?

Why are you letting
him get away it."

I carried the water
all the way up yesterday.

Listen, listen.
Chris, fucking listen!

Listen to me!

Listen to what I've got to say.

I'm fucking trying
to have a fucking...

be honest with you
and help you out here.

And you're just fucking
talking over me

and you're pissing me off.

If we left on that boat now,
how could you improve?

Get up and do more things
while I can.

Yeah, doing as you're told.

I know you're a soloist and like
to do things by yourself.

But this is a team.

Go away for a bit
just to think about it, alright?

Yeah.

And then we need
to make a bigger filter.

Yeah.

Apparently yous all went to Ant
and pulled Ant out of his bed,

to tell him that yous
don't want me here.

Don't know if that's
what's been said, but...

I don't think
it's personal at all.

Seems very personal.
It's really two-faced.

It does feel sort
of quite two-faced, I agree.

Two-faced, honestly it is.

Today's a well bad day.

Before Ant
can make his decision,

there's more trouble.

I suppose it's not normal
for me to be quiet, is it?

No you can tell
that you're in pain

- or something was wrong.
- Yeah.

And you're not very good

at telling people what's wrong,
are you?

For days, ship's carpenter, Ben,

has been harbouring a secret.

You should have said,
"This is really hurting,

I'm very worried,"
you know, "I'm scared."

Yeah, I know.

Ben cut his hand
on the last leg of the voyage

and now it's seriously infected.

Basically, I done it on the boat

and then I thought
it would get better,

but it's just been getting worse
the last couple of days.

Which is really pissing me off

'cause I want to obviously prove
myself and not come out as lazy.

That is fucking horrendous.

It's not good.

These are your life line,
mate, especially yours.

Yeah.

Looks bad.

Can't really mess around
with your hands

because they're
so sort of delicate.

But I actually think that...

he's been struggling
for a long time with it now.

Seasurveyor, Seasurveyor,
come in, this is Bounty's End.

A call goes
into the expedition medic

on the emergency boat
three kilometres away.

So Ben's woken up this morning

and his hand looks
absolutely awful.

It's all swollen up.

Yeah, roger, Dan. Standby.

You can feel where
the swelling stops and starts.

It's like a throbbing pain now.

But it feels like...
I feel all the tight skin on it.

How about your dexterity?

I haven't been able to touch
that one in about four days.

Okay.

It will need an X-ray.

- Yep.
- Just out to rule out...

anything.

But to do that,

we have to take you off.

That's a shit one.

I'll leave you
to it for a minute.

Cheers, Eddie.
Thanks for your help, mate.

- He's off.
- He's off? No.

Fuck.

Shit.

It feels like such a really,
really sad thing

that's happened there.

Really sad.

He's...

He's just
such a nice geezer, Ben.

He's always just cracking jokes

and he's just great
for your morale, really.

He hasn't moaned.

You know,
like some others have moaned...

endlessly moaned.

I need to go
to a hospital really,

to go and get me
on IV antibiotics.

Yeah. My God, Ben,
I never wanted this to happen.

No.

Fuck.
- Neither did I.

Ben's dream of completing

Captain Bligh's journey is over,

less than half-way
through the voyage.

- Ben.
- Gentleman.

It's been an absolute pleasure
having you.

And... honestly, mate,

you're just starting
to come into your own.

I'm absolutely gutted,
mate, that you're going.

I just want you to know

you'll always be part
of the Bounty's End crew.

Always.

Mate, remember that.
You're welcome. Always.

Aw!

Take care, mate.
You'll be alright.

Thanks, all of you.

You're welcome.

If I could do it, I would.

- Have a good day, though.

I don't know what to say.

I feel crap.

We're in this amazing place.

None of that matters right now.

'Cause Ben, Ben's gone.

Just like...
He's just my boy, man.

Just my mate.

I'm...
just gonna miss him loads.

The wrong man's gone, really.

Chris hasn't done himself
any favours on this trip.

Ant's down to eight men.

Now he must decide
if he can afford to lose Chris,

right before the most difficult
crossing of the entire voyage.

Next time...

Rotten food.

Eugh, no.

Salt sores.

Fuck!

And Luke lets go of his fears.

Man.