Mutiny (2017): Season 1, Episode 3 - Episode #1.3 - 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
4,000 miles to safety...

Wave! Wave!

...through some
of the most unforgiving

seas on earth.

Big waves. Big, big waves.

It remains one
of the greatest survival feats

of all time.

Now...

...nine men are following
the same route,

in an identical boat,

facing the same conditions,

to measure themselves
against history.

Can the modern day man
endure such hardships?

Woo!



Come on, lads, bail!

There's nothing normal
about being here, nothing.

Yes!

No way!

Be careful,
be careful, be careful.

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...

Look, look, look, look!

...it's utter, utter disaster.

So far, the crew
have faced nature's fury.

Wave! Wave!

And a little human fury too.

Just get it done.

I'm just saying
if you just keep looking after.

Shut up for two seconds, Chris.

Land ahoy, boys.

Yes!

Finally!

They've made it
1,200 miles to Vanuatu,

where they've been recovering

before embarking
on the longest leg

of their epic 4,000-mile voyage.

That is horrendous.

Carpenter,
Ben, developed an infection

in his hand and was evacuated.

But for most of the crew,

it feels as if
the wrong man has gone.

Don't tell me what to do!

Chris' behaviour has
turned the group against him.

He just doesn't care.

Chris, wake yourself up.

The thing
that grinds me the most

is how chronically lazy he is.

Do we have him the boat or not?

I would say no.

Wow, this is just incredible.

The crew were
rebuilding their strength

for the journey ahead.

With the help
of local fisherman, Paul,

and his fellow islanders.

There is a lot of fish.

You look at that.

My God, look at that!

We have fish.

Fish.

These guys know
what they're doing.

Wow!

Look at that puffer.

It's not edible though, is it?

Do you eat the puffer fish?

Yes, yes, we cut round the skin.

Take the skin off.

Slowly and be careful.

The only fish
I ever really catch is mackerel,

so this is completely different.

Amazing.

What shall I do with this now,
this fish?

These guys are being
incredibly helpful.

Everything they've shown
me about this island

has just completely
opened my mind.

It's just perfect, this place.

My God.

Ladies, this is lovely.
Thank you.

The Vanuatu people
are just amazing.

No, it's been a good team.

We've been a good team,
all of us together.

My goodness, what is this?

I've fallen in love
with this place, I really have.

The people, the food,
the landscape, the weather.

I've never been
anywhere quite like it.

I don't want to leave.

Who thought they'd say,
"I've been to Vanuatu."

It is untouched paradise.

For Bligh and his men,

the closest I guess would be
their experience on Tahiti.

Before the original
mutiny on the Bounty

Bligh's crew spent
several months on Tahiti.

He wrote about this time
in a journal

that has miraculously survived.

This is certainly

the paradise of the world.

Happiness is to be found
in the highest perfection.

We have been treated
with the greatest kindness,

fed with the best of meat
and finest fruits in the world.

These kind of pock-marked seamen

walked up on this tranquil,
sensuous island,

teaming with fruit
and vegetables

and the most lovely,
friendly people

and they didn't want to leave.

And...

I can completely relate to that.

Two hundred years later,

there's trouble in paradise,
and another mutiny is brewing.

I'm a bit fucking worried,
to be honest.

We came here as a structured
sort of disciplined team,

and it's just all gone... wrong.

No one wants Chris on the boat.

People are fed up
with his attitude

fed up with him, full stop.

He is a toxic influence
on this group.

They can't deal
with you like this.

Honestly,
the way it's coming across

is it's like,
fuck the lot of you,

this is all about Chris Jacks.

Chris' refusal
to be a team player

has been a source
of constant tension.

I'm not going to stay
if he carries on like he is.

Mate,
we're the fucking victims here,

that have had to carry him
and put up with his shit.

The crew want him off the boat

but the decision rests
with the captain, Ant Middleton.

Conrad,
can I grab you two seconds?

Lads, can I just grab you
round the fire please?

Right, guys,

I feel that the team
has been split.

We've lost Ben.

I don't want this team
to be split any more.

Chris will be staying
with us, full stop.

Chris knows his attitude's
got to change.

He knows he got to
put the lads first

rather than himself first.

He knows he's got to stop
being selfish.

I can't go
from nine men to seven men.

I just can't do it.

We've got to stick together
as a team.

I don't want to hear
anything else of it, okay?

Any problems you've got,
you come and see me directly

and we'll have it out
there and then.

I've always been
a bit of a loner,

even from a kid, you know.

I've always been used
to just doing my own thing

and going off on my own

and being able to be confident
in my own ability

and, you know,
doing what I want really.

Chris.

Before I joined
the Special Forces,

I was a bit of an outsider.

You know,
I was a bit of a runaway

I was a bit of a toe rag.

You know, I had this attitude,

I know everything,
I know how to do it.

So that's why...
I warmed to Chris.

He's a bright lad,

but he doesn't like
being told what to do.

But, look at me, I need you.
I mean that.

I've got your back.

I'll get everyone together
and we will bond.

- Fucking too right, I am.
- Yeah.

Cheers, yeah. I couldn't
let you down, could I, mate?

No. Don't let me down.

And, more importantly,
don't let yourself down.

I know. I won't.

Right, let's get going.

As captain, it's my job
to keep this team together.

If I let people go,
it shows a failure on my behalf.

If I have to strap him
to the boat,

I'll strap him to the boat.

The time has come to say goodbye

to their new friends on Vanuatu.

Here it comes. Whoa!

Yeah, man. Yeah!

It may be two weeks
before they see land again.

Guys, let's gather in quickly.

Firstly, I'd just like to say
how touched and blessed we are

to have experienced
your culture.

We can't thank you enough

for everything
that you've done for us.

This, we've had this with us
since we've left,

so we've got the spirit
of the crew in this parang.

When you use this,
remember how much we love

and respect you, guys.

Paul, this is for you.

Thank you very much.

And also, Ricky...

as my Vanuatu brother,
I give you my knife, okay?

And that is for you.

Thank you very much.

Thank you very much.

Forever my brother.

Thank you, guys.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Bye, guys.

Boys, let's get going.
Let's do this.

Can we just get the foresail up?

Let's get our heads back
into the game now, okay?

That's left behind now.

We stay united, we stay strong

and we get through this
together, okay?

Bye, guys. Aye.

Hey, do you want to a race?

Come on, let's have it.

Love you guys.

Bye.

Take it easy, man.

Alright, thanks so much.

Okay.

We feel a little bit more
like sailors now, don't we?

Don't we?

Yeah.
- I do.

Ant and his crew
now face the longest sea passage

of their entire voyage.

In 1789, Bligh and his men
spent two weeks

navigating the vast Coral Sea

before reaching Restoration
Island off the Australian coast.

The crew set a course due West,
hoping to do the same.

Restoration Island,
here we come.

I feel pretty prepared.

We got sugar cane,
we got bananas

we got water, more bananas.

Any more bananas? Water melon.

This pork looks sensational.

Look at that.

That smells insane.

Did they say they'd smoked it.

Is the pig smoked?

Yeah, Yeah.

We'll all eat together.

We've got good rations

but... we've just got to make
sure we ration it correctly

'cause the last thing
we want to do is eat, eat, eat

and all of a sudden
leave ourselves with nothing.

Chuck us your bowls or whatever
you're having them in.

I am Captain Bligh
on this journey,

and the buck stops at me.

The allowance I issued today

was a quarter of a bread fruit
and a coconut to each person.

I was happy to find
everyone's spirits revived...

and they all seem determined
to do their best.

I can't tell you how happy
the sight of these makes me.

That is 124 chilies.

One each per day
all the way to Restoration.

Sam, I've just noticed

how your beard's
coming along, mate.

You look like Shaggy
off Scooby-Doo.

My God,
it's just getting better.

Fucking hell, mate,
that's good stuff. That is nice.

How does it feel to be
back on the road there, Jacks?

Amazing.

Happiest I've been, I think

since we've started
this voyage, definitely.

After a tough
childhood and a spell in prison

Chris took up sailing
in his mid-twenties.

I've just sailed round Britain
on my own in 29 days,

which was my first ever time
that I'd sailed solo.

This is just absolutely scary.

Yee-ha!

You know,
and I am quite single-minded

and if there's something
I want to do, I'll do it.

I don't need people
to hold my hand in life.

Check this sky out.

This is the most beautiful
it's been on the boat, I think.

It's mad, isn't it?

I'm hoping during this,
you know,

14-day leg or however long it is

that we share more
of these moments together.

I feel I have this
responsibility to coach him,

to help him,
to take him under my wing.

I'm not going to give up
on Chris.

That's what I will not do,
I will not give up on Chris.

Looks like we got
a little storm coming in, boys.

Brace yourselves.

After three days at sea...

the crew are
hundreds of miles from land.

Really horrible.

And the weather's turned.

I have fearful memories

of what happened to us
a few weeks ago.

One sort of error here
could mean that you die.

Look at that.

Whoa! Big waves.

Strong gusts
threaten to flip the boat.

Quick, quick, quick.
Someone help him.

Don't let it in the sea!

Don't let it in the sea!

Drag it out quickly.

Move, move, move!

Okay?

You make knots look so easy.

Come on, lads.
Get that bloody sail in.

I like Conrad.

And always go up and double it.

When it comes to sailing,
he's the man.

Sailing Master Conrad

is Ant's second-in-command.

I'm a driven individual.

I love challenges.

I'm married
with two beautiful girls,

Isabelle and Caitlin.

That was a bigger boat.

In 2004, I became
the fifth British guy

to finish the Vendée Globe.

It's a hundred-day race
around the world

down through the Atlantic
into the Southern ocean,

around Antarctica
and then straight back up.

Ha-ha!

Daddy's got more hair then.

And less gray hair.

There is Cape Horn!

- Shush.
- What?

The sea is a cruel place

and we're going
to some environments

which are going to
really, really test,

you know,
even the hardiest of sailors.

There is nowhere to hide in.
It's tough.

Some of the crew
members are going to

really struggle with it.

How you feeling, Luke?
It's nice, isn't it?

I hate the fucking rain.

But, it's good that we're making
good progress now,

towards Restoration Island
as well.

Can we set up
with one reef in the mainsail

and pull the lugsail back up,
in that order?

Conrad's not
the only sailor on the boat

with experience.

Chris relishes the chance
bad weather brings

to put his skills to good use.

That's it,
keep rolling that one.

Let me know
when you're ready, Chris.

Yeah.

Nice one there.
- Right you are.

Good work, man. Good work.

I love the challenge

and the struggle
of being out at sea.

I love it.

Chris seems to be happier

getting involved in a lot more.

So I normally
go right over left.

So let's see
how you do it on there.

I hope this continues throughout
the whole journey really.

Before the original
Mutiny on the Bounty in 1789,

the sailor Captain Bligh

took under his wing
was the young master's mate,

Fletcher Christian.

Fletcher and Bligh
were actually meant to have

a good relationship as well
at first, a bit like me and Ant.

I was on the most friendly terms

with Christian.

I gave him an order
to take charge of the watch,

his abilities being
thoroughly equal to the task.

Yet it was Fletcher Christian

the young man Bligh mentored

who would go on to lead
the mutiny on the Bounty.

Two centuries later,

Chris is on watch
while his captain sleeps.

I've got to do three hours

of this shift tonight,

just to let our Captain,
Ant, get some rest.

Handling heavy
weather in the pitch black

is a demanding skill for anyone.

I can't see the waves

but what I'm doing
throughout my body

is I'm feeling
everything what's going on.

You know,
I've just got to help out more

and not sort of think about

maybe what's in it for me,
but just think about,

you know, being part of the team

and just helping us all
get to the finish line, really.

Next morning,
the winds are still up,

but now
they're perfect for sailing.

Ease the sheet,
ease the sheet, ease the sheet!

Okay, okay, I can reach it.

It blew very hard

and the foam of the sea

kept running over our stern
and quarters.

Towards noon,
it became fair weather,

but with very little abatement
of the gale.

Averaging a speed
of around six knots

and I'm just hoping that we can
have this wind and weather

for the rest of the trip.

If we keep this up
we're going to be flying.

We can do this in 12 days.

They're going so fast,

they even hope to beat
Bligh's distance record

150 miles.

It says we've done 136.5.

I reckon Bligh was talking shit.

He just went,
"Yeah, 150 miles in a day."

Yeah. No one's
going to beat that.

Yeah.

I feel like I've
finally got through to Chris

and, at the moment,

Chris is the best helmsman
on the boat.

The team's working
more efficiently

and better
than it ever was before.

So I'm hoping
the winds stay like this

and I'm hoping
the team stays like this.

They've made it almost halfway

across the Coral Sea,

but the weather
in the South Pacific,

is always changing.

And now we have Freddy Benjamin

giving us an update
with the wind.

How's the wind, Freddy Benjamin?

Fuck all wind.

We're not moving at all.

I suppose the benefit
is that we can all go for

a sort of a free swim, really.

Man overboard!

Hey.

Whoo!

Is it nice?
- Yeah.

It's lovely.

Who does this in the middle
of the South Pacific Ocean?

Nothing for miles and miles,
hundreds of miles

just water and our good selves.

Hey-hey!

Come on, Conrad.

You're not going
to win that one.

It's amazing, just that little
tiny bit of space and...

you know,
the freshness of the water...

...and suddenly everything
feels alright again.

We're not designed,
are we, to sit in one place?

No.

Be caged.

You know what,
I think everyone should go in.

- Are you going in?
- No.

It's not
in my comfort zone at all.

I'm very aware that there's
a lot of stuff in this sea,

that will hurt you
and so you should respect it.

Captain Bligh's penis
is exposed.

- One man.
- That's one man.

Thank you very much.

After a hot day going nowhere,

tonight's dinner is on the turn.

Fucking meat turns so quickly

when it starts to go,
doesn't it?

Just bin the rest, mate.

I hate throwing away food.

I'm just going through them all.

Anyone want to eat
this rotten one?

This one's about to go as well.

This is a bit of a blow,
to be honest.

Nail varnish.

I hoped we'd get eight
or nine days into the voyage

before we had
to strip it right back.

Bligh's men also
struggled with rotting food,

when sea water
soaked their rations.

For dinner,

I divided four coconuts

with the remainder
of the rotten bread,

which is only eatable
by such distressed people.

Everyone's really hot.

Everyone's really thirsty.

Everyone's really tired.

Everyone's down on energy.

And the rations now
are really low.

Everything's going downhill.

The crew were still
more than a week from land,

with rotting supplies
and rapidly sinking morale.

The rations are rotting,

we've barely any wind.
So, yeah, great fun.

Every time the boat gets slower
the amount of days

that we're going to be traveling
gets longer.

So every time
it's traveling really well,

everyone's like,
"Yeah, this is great

we're going to be there
in eight days."

And then
literally half an hour later,

everyone's morale
just hits the floor

and everyone's like,

"It's going to be 11 days.
Fuck, 11 days of this."

And then the boat picks up,
and it's like,

"Yeah, we're going to be there
in eight days.

Eleven days.
Eight days. Eleven days."

It's not the steadiest of moods.

When do you think we're all
going to start going mental

and eating each other?

As the wind rises
and darkness falls,

a squall blows up.

It's so dark out there.

Thick black clouds
covering the sky.

And the sea
is just crashing around us.

Imagine falling into that.
Phooo.

If you don't put
a life jacket on now.

I've just been trying
to find it. It's under Fred.

- Ant.
- Yes.

This cannot happen again.

Yeah, Chris,
that's a major issue. Come on.

You're a kiss arse, mate.

You're fucking walking
around with no life jacket on.

You go over the side here,
you are fucked, mate.

We're not going to find you.
You've got no...

- I know that.
- ...safety gear,

- you've got no light.
- I know.

You've got nothing on you.

We'll never find you.

You're doing my head in.

Fucking sort it out!

Chris, Chris.

I have no problem
with accepting that he's right,

but it was just the way
he just started speaking to me.

You shouldn't have
to be told twice,

especially in these winds.

I'm really
being patient with him.

More patient than I've been with
anyone in my whole entire life.

But it's draining me,
absolutely draining me.

We are in the middle
of fucking nowhere.

After over a week at sea,

Ant and his crew

are somewhere in the featureless
South Pacific.

So, theoretically,

our position gives us
a latitude of 15 degrees.

60 miles
further south than we thought,

which I'm not entirely convinced

- is right.
- Yeah, in between there.

I think we are somewhere here.

Yeah.

Without any landmarks or GPS,

like Bligh, the only way
they can work out their position

is by the sun and the stars.

We're re-enacting
the voyage of Bligh

when he had nothing
but a sexton to navigate with.

We were sailing across a sea

where the navigation
is but little known...

without a chart and nothing but
my own recollection of places,

assisted by a book of latitudes
and longitudes to guide us.

Bligh's feat of navigation

has become one of
the most renowned in history.

It will be down to
Sailing Master Conrad

to repeat his triumph.

Gonna be really,
really testing for me personally

because our accuracy
of navigation

has got to be
very, very, very good.

And, as sailors these days,

we don't practice
these types of skills anymore.

They must measure
the angle of the sun

above the horizon
at a precise time of day.

It's a complex calculation.

I'm waiting for the sun
to reach the top of the sky

and that exact point the sun
will be bearing due north.

It will give us a latitude line.

Conrad needs
an experienced sailor

on each watch
to take sexton readings.

Right, Chris, you need to start
looking around about one o'clock

'til about quarter past.

You wanted to learn, so going
to run through it with you.

- Chris.
- Yeah, I'm just really

not in the mood at the moment.

Phooo.

You just want to do
what you want to do

when you want to do it,
and it can't work like that.

I just don't like learning

when I'm being patronized.

Nobody's patronizing you.

No one's patronizing you, mate.

Anytime I say or do anything

I get patronized.

Any work that we give you

you go like, "No, I'll do it
now, I'll do it now. No, no."

And you always find an excuse.
You're useless.

Like this moment now...

You're useless.
- I can't be arsed.

Just doesn't want to learn,

doesn't want to listen.

I really thought
that he was turning a corner.

I really thought that he,
you know,

that he was making progress.

And then he comes out
with stuff like this.

I'm feeling like
I'm being treated

like a ten-year-old kid.

You know, I'm a sailor with
a hell of a lot of experience

and I'm not in charge
of literally anything,

apart from when I go for a piss,
when I go for a shit

and what time of the day
I decide to eat my biscuits.

Chris is
a frustrating character.

On the one hand,
very bright and a good sailor.

Umm... but there's definitely
some issues there.

After nine days at sea,

the mood on the boat is not
the only thing turning sour.

Urgh.
We're just sort of festering.

The smell is a combination
of armpits, genitals

and back passages

in a sort
of sweet-sour cocktail.

This boat is now
smelling a little bit like

what I imagine a dog kennel
smells like.

A sailor's life is not for me.

I'd just love to be at home
with Pete having a cup of tea.

- Tea?
- Yes please.

I'm very, very lucky.

How was your day?

I'm married to a lovely
man called Pete.

Thank you.

I'm very happy with my life.

So come in, Mrs Morris.

I'm a GP.

And I will have a basic
medical supply on the ship,

but it's going to be
very bare bones medicine.

I'm not going to have
a lot of equipment

so there's not going to be
that much that I can offer them.

Whoa!

People are going
to get diarrhoea.

And, as soon as one person
on that ship gets it,

everyone's going to have it.

It's cleaning my arse
at the same time. It's great.

Nature's bidet.

Ship's doctor, Luke,

has plenty of problems
to inspect.

Ooh.

That looks painful.

That is truly disgusting.

All the salt's
building up on our skin

and that's basically making us
get these salty sores,

mainly on our backsides.

- Shall we see your leg.
- Yes.

He's watching us be
malnourished and lack of sleep

and dehydrated, and he knows
our sort of physical well-being

is in his hands.

On to my next patient now.

People are falling apart.

Lucky for five able seamen
at the moment

This is what William Bligh
and his men would have faced.

They would have gone down with
all these diseases, injuries.

That's exactly what we've got.

Every person complained

of violent pain in their bones.

Our appearances were horrible.

I could no way look,

but I caught the eye
of someone in distress.

Some of my people
seemed half-dead.

If you look around,
you've got to think to yourself

they were floating around here.

You know, we are seeing
the same sea, the same sky

the same swell
as all of them would have seen.

And the same
pain and suffering as well.

That's sort of a bit scary,
actually.

Does anyone want a coconut now?

Yes, yes.

No, my coconut!

- Shit house.
- No way.

Seriously.

- Man overboard.
- What a dickhead.

Mate, that's the most panicked

I've ever heard your voice.

Fucking hell, man.

No, no, no!
My coconut, my coconut.

No. No, fuck that.

Will Sir
be dining with us today?

Yes. Sir will be having
the pheasant foie gras.

- Nice.
- And, for dessert,

Sir will be having
a lemon sorbet.

In terms of the cravings
and obsession with food,

some people
on this ship are going

I would almost say borderline,

sort of,
seriously, mentally unwell.

I too love a lemon sorbet.

Yeah. It's just a good move,
isn't it?

Tell you what would be good,
grapefruit sorbet.

People are really
at the end of their tethers.

Chris.

You're on, bro.

Meant to be on watch.

Chris.

It's so upsetting.

With empty stomachs
and sore limbs,

crew patience is wearing thin.

One of my pet peeves

is how much he sleeps when
he's supposed to be on watch.

Absolutely hate that.
That really hacks me off.

I can't just keep
sticking up for him.

I can't keep protecting him.

Chris, stick your jumper
and your shirt away.

Can I not sit on it?

When you get your clothes
soaking wet

or when they go overboard
and you've got nothing...

Well, I've just been
doing all that, that's why.

This is an order.

Put your jumper
and your t-shirt away.

Use your jacket to sit on.

Put your t-shirt
and your jumper away, now!

I am.

I take it you
don't want it then?

No? Okay.
I'll fucking chuck it away.

You'll thank me, mate.

Don't know how much more
I can take of him.

Normally, if someone like Chris,
you know,

gets under my skin
that much I just walk away.

But I'm stuck on a fucking boat.

I'm stuck on a 23-foot boat.

Whoa!

Guys, I need you
to fucking be on the ball now,

because this is serious.

A month after being cast adrift

Ant's crew faces
a new challenge.

The winds and ocean currents

have taken them
dangerously close

to two submerged atolls
in the Coral Sea,

Shark and Osprey reef.

This part of the journey

is high alert stuff.

And we have to expect that...

that a wave
could swamp the boat.

Um... worst still, you know,
could capsize the boat

and we might end up on the reef.

Don't for one minute
let your guard down.

The plan is to attempt to sail

between the two reefs.

But, to avoid
the invisible hazards,

they have to plot
a precise route.

So, in the main,
we're coming along here.

- Yeah.
- Osprey Reef is here.

I see Shark Reef
and Osprey Reef.

Yeah. So let's carry on steering

sort of 270 on the compass.

Hitting an entrance to a reef,

we know that it's only
a few miles across.

It's going to be hard, you know.

probably harder than anything
we've experienced before.

Negotiating the gap
in high seas and without GPS

is extremely difficult,

especially at night.

The boat's pretty uncontrollable
in these conditions.

Been told to keep her
on a course of 265 to 270.

But, as you can see,
I'm on 270 now

and the sail's collapsed.

So I'd say
normally in these conditions

you'd just jibe to be safe.

Jibbing
involves swinging the sail

to the other side of the mast

to change course.

But it's a risky manoeuvre
in the dark

and Ant wants
to hold off for now.

On this bearing, on 265,

we're going to be going over
the northern tip of Shark Reef.

And if we get closer to it

and we have to jibe,
then we will.

Try and keep it on 265.

It's impossible,
Ant, in these conditions.

Nothing's impossible, Chris.

It's just really difficult.

'Cause either way
the sail collapses

and we're going to hit the reef.

Little does he know,

I've been up for two,
three hours

before this monitoring
with Conrad

how best to tackle these reefs

whilst he's been
a fucking sleep.

Two hours later,

they're dangerously
close to the reef.

Let's have everyone up then.

Guys, can we whack
in a jibe, please.

I just want to make sure
that we're clear of the reef.

Let's get
this mainsail over asap.

Right, let's go, Chris.

I did say that.

I did say before didn't I?

Chris,
just stop being so negative.

"I told you this,
I told you that."

We're not fucking kids.

That's good seamanship.

Shut up.
Don't forget your position.

Chris was just like,
"I told you so."

That's just constantly
questioning my authority,

constantly not following orders.

Ant is absolutely, mentally,

emotionally drained I think.

Chris is a nice chap
with a lot to offer,

but he can't let anything go.

He clings
to every single argument

and every disagreement.

Ant has been
his biggest supporter

and he's just had it
thrown back in his face.

As dawn breaks,

the boat is safely
through the reefs.

But, instead of joining Ant
on watch...

Chris is sleeping in.

I'm raging inside.

People were told
at the beginning of the watch

to stay switched on
and to stay alert

through the reef to make sure
that we don't run aground and...

I shouldn't have to ask twice.

I've had enough of it now.

That's it.
Final straw, that was.

Enough's enough.

It's hard to say or do
anything on this boat anymore.

I can't sleep.

You can't get any sleep?

It's all utter fucking bullshit.

How can you say you get no rest?

For the little amount
that you do

and the amount that you sleep?

I don't know how you can whinge.
It shocks me.

The situation with Chris
has continued to deteriorate.

I'm a bit worried about him.

Fucking hell.

I feel like my head is literally
about to fucking blow up.

I just don't even
want to be here so much.

I can't imagine doing this
with that added pressure

of thinking everyone hates you.

And, you know, the captain
clearly has big issues with him.

I can't really see any solution.

I can't do this anymore.

I reckon it's best I go.
I don't want to be here at all.

I'm feeling lower and lower.

I'm used to being in control

and I've never been used
to being treated like a kid.

No one wants to listen
to me about sailing.

No one wants to acknowledge
anything I say.

What do you want to happen?

I just want to get off today.

Now, right this second.

Chris.

Ant, something else
will happen again.

I'll do something,
say something wrong again

and it's just not right, mate.

The emergency
support team are called in.

I'm absolutely devastated
I can't get to the end of this.

I feel like I've let you down.

In the military
it's black and white,

you don't get
emotionally attached.

Here, I've had to get
emotionally attached.

I'm taking responsibility

for things I've done wrong

having my gear
in the wrong place and that.

Cheers, Ant. Right, old mate.

You know I love you
to bits, mate.

You too, mate. Fucking hell.

I've got huge respect
for you, mate.

I've actually
connected with Chris.

He's so much like me.

No one else is on this boat.

Shit, I'm gutted that he's gone.

Failure, in my eyes.

Chris, see you later brother.

But he just wasn't right
for this team.

And there you go,
he's out of here.

Shame, real shame.

He wasn't in a position
of control.

He was being controlled.

And he isn't somebody
of that character

that can be controlled.

He's a wild child,

has been from a very young age.

I did think
am I Fletcher Christian here?

Am I the mutineer?

Fletcher Christian
and Bligh's relationship

broke down towards the end.

And, in a way, it's exactly
what's happened here.

But I'll never
take anything away from Ant.

Ant's a leader.

That man is unbelievable,
what he does.

I just don't think he's ever
been used to dealing with

anyone like me before.

It's not ideal
that Chris has left.

I feel like, in a way,
that I've let him down

but now we forget
about what's happened

and we go on the up
from here, okay?

With Ant's crew
down to seven men,

they must now face their most
daunting challenge,

the Great Barrier Reef,

what seafarers used to call
the Labyrinth.

We all step up,
we all stay united

and we all finish this,
brothers in arms.

This is the team and this
is going to fucking work.

- Is that understood?
- Yes.

Cheers, guys.

Fucking get in.

Conrad, brother, thank you.

- Thanks.
- Thanks, Luke. Sam.

Let's get this journey complete.

Next time on Mutiny.

You see the white breaks.

If we end up on those,
it's game over.

A rough ride through
the world's greatest reef.

We're heading towards
a rock. Quick as we can, guys.

Relief on Restoration Island.

Steaks tonight, baby.

And more trouble ahead for Ant.

Rish,
it's not fucking safe on land,

you're not safe on a boat.

I think we're fucked.