Sea Wolf (2009–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Episode #1.2 - full transcript

Maud is rescued in her boat by Wolf Larsen's ship. Humphrey warns her to keep their relationship secret for the sadist. When the ship passes by Leach and Johnson's boat, Wolf orders it rammed, promises 'not to lay a finger upon them' and simply leaves them, sinking with only one oar. They are picked up before the Ghost reaches the seal waters, but so does Death's steamer Macedonia. A bitter fights ensues, firing shots. Wolf's crew rebels,, defects and maroons Hump and Maud, Death blinds him but the current reunites the now enamored coupe and their tormentor for a grim finale.

You're on the Ghost sir.

A sealing schooner bound
for the Japanese coast.

I use these hands Captain.

I am a writer, I write criticism
if you must know.

- Not that I see that that it has.
- You work for a living here.

You start now. Cabin boy.

This is a working ship, Miss Clark.

Real business is to go up North,
kill a lot of seals.

Nothing gets in the way of that.

All I ask is passage out of here.

Is it you want my soul again?



Looking for the real me?

What if I do not have a soul?

Two cheers for democracy.

This is how we stand up for...

...freedom and decency and
all of those important things.

You cruel arrogant, self-satisfed,
odious b.. d!

I'm the daughter of the man
who owns this ship...

...and I insist that you
take me to Japan.

That's very interesting.

If you intend to kill someone
Leach, you should do it.

You shouldn't half do it.

We seem to be short ofa mate.

The job is yours.

No they don't respect me.
The crew, they'll, they'll beat me.



- I can't do it.
- You will be called Mr. Van Weyden.

This is us. Where's Wolf?

He's evil. Pure evil.

What did he say?

He told me to kill you and
drop you overboard when it's dark.

Leach and Johnson are missing.
Somebody's been writing bearings.

When l find the b.. d
who gave this to them...

...I will rip him into
little pieces.

- Was it you Mr Van Weyden?
- No sir. It wasn't.

I'll do it, do you hear me, I will!

You haven't got the nerve.

Jesus Christ, it's a woman
in that boat.

Welcome aboard Ma'am.

Never seen a woman before?

Take her below into my cabin.

And be back on deck
in under a minute.

How did you get here?
How did you...?

He picked me out of the sea too,
but there's not much time.

This captain, you saw him.

He's... oh God Jesus help me.

He's a kind of a monster.

Picked you out of the sea
from where?

- Please, just listen to me.
- Mr. Van Weyden.

-45 seconds.
- You must not say you know me.

I know that's going to be
difficult for you...

...but you must not reveal
that you know me.

I know him, Miss Brewster.
I saw the way he looked at you.

If he suspects that you and I...

...that there was ever anything
between us...

20 seconds.

Now, Mr. Van Weyden!

What do you think that is?

I can't see anything.

Six degrees West of North.

I'm sorry sir,
I can't see a thing.

"I see no ships."

You would do Lord Nelson credit,
Mr. Van Weyden.

What are you going to do
with...

Little lady?

Welcome her on board.

I could do with some more
interesting conversation.

You have said almost
all you have to say.

Now, take another look and tell me
exactly what you see.

I do not like my crew lying to me.

It looks...

...it looks very like...

A whale?

A boat, captain.
Boat ho port side captain!

Will you be setting out
after them, sir?

I imagine they would be glad
to be picked out of the sea.

Perhaps we shouldn't bother them.

They did seem to find
our company irksome.

Hey, look, over there.

- It's the Ghost.
- You sure?

I would know her from anywhere.

What do we do now?

What exactly do you propose
to do to protect them?

If you lay a finger on either of
them I promise I will kill you.

Well, let's shake hands on that

I promise not to lay a finger on
either of the little darlings.

You believe in promises?

I do.

Justice is a skill.
Like sailing a boat.

I want to believe
there's good in you.

l really do.

We will come up on them
from the port side.

Change heading and bring us
up on that dory.

We don't know where we are
and the boat's leaking.

We've got no choice, Leach.

We've got to let them pick us up.

We give in, you mean?

Why should be give in to
that b.. d?

Would you rather die?

I brought your luggage.

Thank you.

I couldn't believe it was you
at first, but it is.

It is.

I'm not the same.

Tell the captain to take us
to the nearest port.

No, I can't.

Fine, I'll do it myself.

I know you're the kind of
person who does exactly...

...what they want,
when they want to...

...but I really do
advise against it.

Wolf Larsen is an animal.

- Wolf Larsen?
- Wolf Larsen.

- This boat's not strong enough.
- Look, she's Ghost changing course.

She's coming this way.

Damn!

What will he do?

With him?

You never know.

Sir!

Shall we take down sail, sir?

Did I say I wanted that done?

No, you didn't.

Well, then I don't want it done.

We are going in too fast.

He's not going to stop.
He's aiming at us.

He's going to ram us.

He's going to hit us on the side!

Ah God!

Bring the bow around.

Oh for the love of God.

Do you want to come aboard?

I'm not sure that they do,
Mr. Van Weyden.

Drop the sail.

What the hell?

Sir, they've lost an oar.

The boat's shipping water.

They're helpless sir.

We're going back for them, sir?

I suppose we will have to.

Eventually.

We'll be around in a jiffy.

We ought picking them up.

We'll never survive out here
with just one oar.

l'll set the sail.

We'll chase the Ghost.

He's playing with us.

I'm sure.

Put the sack back over the hole,
Leach. Kneel on it.

Good day to you, Miss.

Where's Captain Larsen?

He's at what we sailors call
the back of the boat, Miss.

Take in the headsails,
Mr. Van Weyden.

I think he's talking to you.

Take in the headsails.

Take in the headsails,
if you please.

He's taking in the sails.

He's waiting for us.

I never thought I'd be glad to
look that b.. d in the face.

Come on, you can do it.

Come on, boys!

Come on, boys!

- Come on!
- Keep it moving.

- You can do it.
- Put your back into it.

Come on, the wind's picking up.

Come on, lads, you can do it.

Captain Larsen?

I see Mr. Van Weyden has told you
all about me.

I hope he was complimentary.

You look as if I scared
you to death, Miss...

Clark. Maud Clark.

Do I scare you to death?

Who's afraid of death, Captain?

Welcome aboard, Miss Clark.

Come on, just in,
you lazy b.. ds!

I trust you're not going to ask me
to take you to the nearest port?

I wouldn't dream of such a thing.

Mr. Van Weyden did.

He saw us a kind of floating cab.

But all of a sudden, he changed
his mind and became a cabin boy.

Hurry, boys!

Give me a moment.

Louis!

Come on, lads!

Put up all sail, Mr. Van Weyden.

What's happening here, Captain?

We playing catch as catch can.

Like children who drift
on the ocean.

Mr. Van Weyden is wondering
whether to disobey orders.

But if you train people right,
they will always obey orders.

Huh, Mr. Van Weyden?

Fast up, boys!

Put your back into it!

Tell the men to put up all sail,
Mr. Van Weyden!

Aren't you about to pick up
those two men, Captain?

Are we, Mr. Van Weyden?

Put up all sail!

Move!

You see, it's just a boys' game.

It's now we amuse ourselves at sea.

But you will pick them up?

You promised me
you wouldn't hurt them.

Have we met somewhere
before, Miss Clark?

Am I just your type?

B.. d!

B.. d!

B.. d!

We'll get you!

We'll get you! B.. d!

You are going to pick them up,
aren't you, Captain?

I must ask you to allow me to...

...sail my own ship, Miss Clark.

What are you waiting for?

Put up the topsail!

How dare you! They'll die!

You promised me!

I promised you not to
lay a finger on them.

Well, I didn't.

Do something!

Don't just stand there,
do something!

Miss Clark is shouting at you,
Mr. Van Weyden.

Are you the kind of man...

...who likes women to do
that to you?

You b.. d!

B.. d!

B.. d!

She has remarkably developed
powers of self-expression.

God, have mercy on their souls.

I take it you haven't come to
talk about poetry.

No, I haven't.

Have you come here to tell me
to face the captain out...

...to stop putting up with him...

...to get myself killed maybe like
an honourable man?

l didn't come to tell you
to get yourself killed.

But you didn't try to stop him,
did you?

The only way to stop that man is
to shoot him in the head.

ls that what you want me to do?

It isn't a question of courage.

It might be
a question of moral courage.

Leach and Johnson had
moral courage.

Look where it got them.
No, no, no.

In order to make a moral point,
you must be able to survive.

Do you understand that?

To survive this, we have to lie.
You...

...you have to lie.

- You have to make it seem as if...
- As if what?

As if I'm attracted to
the caveman-type?

I suppose it's not
the most ridiculous notion.

He's clearly attracted to you.

You just have to play a palt
the part of someone he thinks.

What?

You know what I mean.

And do it well,
because he's no fool.

Do you make a habit
of getting women...

...to fight your battles for you?

Or does it give you
pleasure to watch...

...a women make up to another man?

Oh for God's sake!

I'll do what you suggest,
l'll do it very well.

Why's that?

Because I find him
very attractive,

not that it's any
business of yours.

Listen if it's poetry and it's
rational then it's not poetry.

It's as simple as that.

This is cosy.

Not at all, Captain.

l've just realized who
Mr. Van Weyden is.

- Have you?
- Only by reputation.

I've read some of his criticism,
and the funny thing is.

I didn't like it,
I found it bloodless.

Cooky, what is this stew?
It is stew, isn't it?

Miss Clark!

How charmed we all are
to have your company!

What did you say you did
for a living?

Or do you live off other people...

-...like Mr. Van Weyden?
- I write poetry.

I don't think you'll find many
takers here.

I'll take some!

Tell me Smoke...

...you and Horner are not used to
the company of women, are you?

There was a Mrs. Horner,
God bless her.

Strong woman.

Survived the scurvy, but
the gangrene got her in the end.

So, Miss Clark, are you going to
tell us what you were doing...

...in an open boat
in the middle of the ocean?

If you will tell me why you
chose to wilfully...

...murder two members of your crew.

It wasn't murder, Miss Clark.

They chose to leave,
I chose not to rescue them.

Now they have to live with
the consequences.

What was the name of
the ship you were on?

I never pay attention to the
names of ships, it's just a ship.

There are very few ships
in these waters.

One of the belongs to my brother.

You would not like to be
on his ship, Miss Clark.

And why is that?

People say he is a bad character.

But his brother.

Have you ever known someone
genuinely evil, Miss Clark?

My father, I think.

Your father.

Why do you hate your father?

I think he cares more
for his business...

...than he does for the people
around him.

I think I have something
in common with your father.

I definitely love this ship
more than the people on it.

What business is he in?

- He owns ships.
- What kind of ships?

Does it matter?

Steamboats.

Pleasure craft I think. I know very
little about my father's affairs.

Did Wolf do your face, captain?

Is that it?

Tell me about his hunting boats.

How does he put them out?

I want to know everything
about the way he works.

You see, we don't maybe
talk as much as we should.

Excuse me.

Perhaps, Mr. Van Weyden...

...you had heard of Miss Clark
and her work?

I'm afraid I don't review poetry.

There's far too much at stake.

Is that so?

Poets can be violent in defence
of their work.

We notice that.

Up on deck, didn't we, Miss Clark?

I fight tooth and nail for
what I believe.

I like that.

Especially in a woman, I love that.

Captain.

Smoke likes that in a woman,
don't you Smoke?

I love that.

In a woman. I love it.

Get out!

You're a very passionate person,
aren't you?

Unlike Mr. Van Weyden who's a milk
and water rationalist.

I'm a rationalist.

I'm not sure what you mean
by milk and water.

I mean you don't quite have
the courage of your convictions.

I thought you had promised
to kill me.

I cannot see you fighting for
poetry like your lady friend.

Miss Clark is not my lady friend.

We're here to catch seals.

Not to pick delicate
creatures out of the sea.

Whisky, Hump?

Mr. Van Weyden if you please, sir.

Sorry.

I used to call him Hump,
Miss Clark.

But he has earned
the privilege of his full name.

Thank you.

So your father who owns ships...

What is this?

This is something I'm working on.

A navigation system.

This is a map of the sky here.

All the stars.

Plot the course here.

Then put your eye to the glass,
and you'll see how.

All you need is one star...

...on a dirty night, to know
exactly where you are.

It's beautiful.

How did you invent such a thing?

It had to be invented.

Are you alright?

It's nothing.

He gets headaches.

I'm sorry.

I believe you are.

He's extraordinary.

I can think of other words
to describe him.

But to live like that,
wouldn't that he something?

You're afraid of him?

Yes, I am.

And you should be too.

Has this journey turned
you into a man?

Or have you just learned to do
an impression of one?

Mr. Van Weyden, trim the headsail!

Come on, more speed!

Come on!

So, has he changed?

Has my brother changed?

From what?
Wasn't he always a b.. d?

Well, between us,
he was the sensitive one.

So what happened?

Our father's death.

Well, well I'm sorry.

How did he die?

Everyone has a weak spot.

You just have to find it,
that's all.

He keeps something in his desk.

Louis says.

Is it to do with your father?

Tell me again about the layout
of his boats.

- lt's a half circle, you say.
- No, no, no, no.

It's like this.

In the shape of a trawl.

Seals, seals, we've got seals.
We're rich boys.

Well, Miss Clark.

Now they start killing animals.

Perhaps you'd better go below.

No. Thank you.

Boat on the horizon!

Mr. Van Weyden.

You see her?

My brother, I think.

Unless it's a Russian steamer
warning us off.

Watch them.

The herd is moving south west
towards us.

Put all our boats in the water.

In a line between us
and the seals.

Let the Ghost drive them
straight towards us.

He may have found them,
but I've got them.

It's the Macedonia.

It's the Macedonia.

God damn it!
It's his brother's boat.

Sir, it's him.

It's your brother.

They're coming after our seals.

The Macedonia, god damn pirates.

Can you see what's happening?

He's blocking us.

We're driving the seals right into
his path.

- Beaters.
- That's all we are.

We were here first,
those are our seals.

We're gonna get you.

See?

Some of them are giving up already.

They're screwed!

You see, we've screwed them.

Come on!

Jesus Christ!

So what now, Captain?

The b.. d will have
all our seals!

There's moral outrage for you.

Will a strong man like you let them
get away with this?

Hold her steady Mr. Van Weyden!

What's the matter with you?

There are no dreams in my life.

All I'm thinking about is the fact
that I'm going to lose...

...1500 dollars
if I let this continue.

What on earth are you doing?

Being persuasive.

What's going on?

Your girlfriend might be a quite...

...useful person to go elephant
shooting with.

- Don't you thing, Mr. VAN WEYDEN?
- Did I say she was my girlfriend?

Maybe not.

But you'cl like her to be.

I see the way you look at her.

I wish people would, not talk
about me as if I wasn't here.

I don't like or approve of
Mr. Van Weyden...

...in any degree.

The bullet went right through,
I'm glad to say.

I try and shoot to kill.

It's quite something
if you know how to do it.

Huh, Mr. Van Weyden?

The b.. d shot my men!

All the guns on deck.

The day is ours gentlemen.

Get those men on board!

We're heading for the fog bank.

All the sail, all you can!

All canvas up.

Trim the foresail!

Bring her off the wind!

More speed!

If he gets into the fog bank
we'll lose him.

Mr. Van Weyden.

As soon as we're in the fog bank...

...we'll cut all sails and
go about.

We'll come out the way
we went in...

...on my brother's port side.

Ay, sir!

- Sir, he'll ram us!
- Nonsense!

Keep shooting!

Don't make it easy for them!

- Trim the topsails!
- Ay, Sir!

Prepare to jibe!

Prepare to jibe!

Prepare to eat dust, gentlemen!

Go into the fog bank directly
on his course.

Once we're in we'll lose him.

But we'll feel him and
he'll feel us.

We'll ram him side on.

Trim the headsails! One, two and
three. I Want more speed! Come on!

All the speed you can!

- Muffle everything!
- Muffle everything!

All quiet!

Mr. Van Weyden.

Now, Louis, go up and wind,
wind, subito.

Keep your eyes open.

Keep listening.

Listen!

They're going full smoke.

Now, Mr. Van Weyden!

I see no ships.

How about that, gentlemen!

Turn this bloody vessel around.
We've lost him.

She doesn't tum that easily, sir.

Give it to me!

Pass it round lads,
pass it round.

Who said sails would give
way to steam?

She is something isn't she?

She is.

Weren't you saying you knew
her in San Francisco?

Did I say that?

I think we knew of one another.

Please don't insult my intelligence
Mr. Van Weyden.

Miss Clark.

Captain.

Sit down!

You're not drinking,
Mr. Van Weyden.

I prefer not.

Why not?

How about you Miss Clark?

Would you like to celebrate
with me?

Of course!

Perhaps we should go in my cabin.

Why not?

Miss Clark knows how to live.

Do you know how to live
Mr. Van Weyden?

I've been trying to work
you two out.

In what way?

About how well you knew each other
in San Francisco.

What if we did?

You admit it?

Why shouldn't I?

It was Mr. Van Weyden who seemed
anxious you should not know.

Whereas you were not bothered.

I don't know why he thought that.

Perhaps he thought.

I might be jealous.

You would have no reason
to be jealous.

Mr. Van Weyden is no threat to you.

That's true.

We walked out together a couple of
times back in San Francisco.

We were, I suppose you could say
we were part of the literary world.

A friendship then?

Perhaps Mr. Van Weyden
would have...

...liked it to have been
a little bit more.

And so your friendship turned sour?

Did it I wonder?

Miss Brewster's running away
from her father.

Miss Brewster, not Clark?

I'm sorry.

What difference does it make.

Why are you always stepping
around him? Why am I?

Your name is Brewster?

My father is Sam Brewster.

The one who owns
your brother's boat.

Well that's perfect.
Why didn't you tell me?

- He was...
- Afraid.

I was on the Macedonia.

Your brother found out who
I was and tried to have me killed.

Sam Brewstel's daughter.

Well, and you walked away from
the man daddy had chosen.

I didn't love him.

Love...

...what does that word mean?

It's only desire wanting something
and getting it.

Wanting and loving should be
the same.

Getting something
should mean looking...

...after them, caring for them.

Sentimentality.

- He's losing it.
- You think?

I mean,
we came here to kill seals...

...not his brother's bloody crew.

Van Weyden and that woman
have got to him.

Come on boys,
let's not be too hasty.

He's weaker than I've ever
seen him, it's true.

We should. We should go to
him and tell him he's losing it.

I'd like to sort him.

And that b.. d Van Weyden.

We should though! We should sort
out the captain for good and all.

- We can't afford him.
- Smoke is right.

So, your father wanted you married
and you wouldn't be forced?

No.

But women like the idea of
being forced, no?

How can you say that?

I don't mean the actual forcing.

I don't mean the hands of a man
on you making you...

...do something against your will.

- I mean...
- The idea of it?

Quite.

The idea of it can be
very attractive.

All right then.

What do we want boys?

We've got to know what we want.

We've got to go careful here.

What do we want? We want to be
treated right, dumb Irish b.. d.

We came on this ship to make money.

We'd be better off working
for his brother.

Just blow his head off!

Well, you've come on,
haven't you son?

- Leave me alone!
- Didn't I tell you to shut up?

You want to live.

You want to feel the wind
in your face.

You wanna feel existence unaltered
by thinking or weighing up...

...this against that,
or any of our morality.

You don't want Hump.

You want me.

I saw it in your face
the first time you came on board.

- Just admit it.
- No, no, no.

I saw it.

No, no.

Jesus.

Mr. Van Weyden.

My head.

We lock him in his cabin, OK?

And the mate with him.

Let's do it!

- Get out of the way, drunk b.. d.
- Leave me alone.

Captain Larsen!

Hey, what do you want?
What do you want?

- We want to see the captain.
- The captain's resting.

We have some things
we need to say to the Captain.

Say them to me.

Say them to me.

Trust me...

...trust me.
This can wait until morning.

Of course it can, Mr. Van Weyden.

Come on fellows. Let's go.

Off to bed now.
Come on. Let's go, off to bed now.

Go on. Get some sleep. The captain
will see you in the morning.

Let's go.

Let's go, will you go no.

you go now, upstairs.

Get out.

You're the one who told me
to act as if I liked him.

I suggest you just leave, OK?

Mr. Van Weyden.

Help me to bed.

Why did you have to do that?
Why?

Why?

Put a blanket over me.

My eyes, I can't see.

Well, you did it, Hump.

What?

You stood up to me you,
little b.. d.

I never thought you would.

And that's good,
is it Captain Larsen?

Better than lying down and
taking it, Mr. Van Weyden.

I don't intend to do that anymore.

What happens now?

- I'm sorry.
- We have to leave.

We?

Unless you want to stay
and take care of him.

Let's move, shall we?

How long was I asleep for?

Six hours or so.

Sorry.

I'm sorry for everything.

I'm sorry for the way
I've behaved.

Was this the right thing to do?

It was that or kill him.

You should let me steer.

I'm fine.

You should get some sleep.

Come here.

Now, take the steering oar
like this.

If the sails fill and you can't
hold it, you just let it go.

See?

Is this right?

We heard you was resting, Captain.

Maybe I was.

Not been well sir?

Been under the weather, sir?

I'm fine now. It's nothing.

Good.

Thought you might like to know,
Captain.

Mr. Van Weyden has gone.

We've looked all over the ship.

So is the young lady.

And there's a boat missing.

Set sail on course for Yokohama!

Did we come all this way to
shoot seals, Captain Larsen?

Or are we now trading
in human skins?

Now!

Aye sir!

To the main sail!

Oh for God's sake! Give me that!
We're going to go under.

Give it to me.

Are we still heading for?

If we're lucky we'll meet
another schooner.

We will catch the b.. d
and he will suffer.

There she is.

Get the men ready,
we will board her.

Boat, boat. Captain!

What is it?

A steamship.

It's your brother, Sir!

Sorry, asleep again.

Don't worry. I managed to
get that sail up again.

Only trouble is, I haven't
the faintest idea where we are.

Extraordinary!

Extraordinary?

Am I extraordinary?

Here we go, you see?

Here we are in an open boat
in the middle of the Pacific...

...and you are arguing about words.

Arguments are arguments
about words?

Are they?

You have absolutely no idea about
what women feel or think, do you?

I'm learning all the time.

You have to be cast adrift
with one...

...before you even get a sense
of them.

You're intolerable.

You have no idea how intolerable.

Women want to be made
to feel alive.

By wonderfully alive men.
Like Captain Larsen.

You're jealous. That's all.

Like a child. You're jealous.

Listen!

Look!

Land!

He's gaining on us.

Put up more sail!
Get the rifles ready, come on!

That won't be necessary Captain.

What the hell do you mean by that?

We're going to ask your brother
to come aboard.

- Who's bright idea was that?
- Mine captain.

Never forget old Cooky!

- This is absurd.
- It's a business decision Captain.

Money. Like you always say.

We'll catch a lot more seals
with your brother.

Right, signal the Macedonia,
come on.

Tell them to come aboard.

You can come aboard!

Come aboard!

So what now?

Oh, I build a house, of course.
And hunt for food.

And generally impress you
with my masculinity.

Well. Go on then.

Impress me.

Why did you do this to my brother?

We thought as you can't stand
the sight of him.

What's between me and my brother
is between me and my brother.

Please.

Sir?

I woulcln't worry if I were you.

I don't think he can see a foot
in front of his face.

Take him below.

And now we can soak it now.

- Captain, Sir.
- Just get out.

You keep something precious
in your desk, I hear.

Who told you this?

Louis told Henderson.
Henderson told me.

Bet I know what it is.

Four eyes Larsen.

You can't kill me.

I know all your weaknesses.

I got a lot of beatings for you,
didn't I?

Dear old daddy.

What else can you do with
a cripple, eh?

And you, you were such
a fine specimen of a man, eh?

Why do you keep all this stuff?

You're sentimental.

Load all the skins on
to the Macedonia.

We'll move over to her right now.

What about him?

Let's leave him on the ship.

Blind captain, without a crew.

He can smell his way to
San Francisco.

We have to cut off
the small twigs and...

All we need now is a roof.

All we need?

Well that's certainly an
improvement on your critical work.

You know, I don't think
even as a critic...

...I was ever in a position
to judge.

I don't think I knew anything
about anything.

I don't think I started to live
until now.

Because of...

Wolf Larsen, of course.

Made a man out of a critic.

Isn't that how you see it?

I think you've improved beyond
belief since I first knew you.

I wouldn't presume to say why.

Is that enough?

Who's there?

Who is it?

Stay where you are!

Stay down there for the duration!

He's blind?

He is, but he's still dangerous.
He moves with complete confidence.

He thinks he's locked me
in the lazarette.

He's been drifting a while.
The sails are destroyed.

But I think she can be repaired.

His cabin was ransacked.

I found this.

I'm going to raise these sails
and sail this ship out of here.

Mr. Van Weyden.

You came back.

He's improving, isn't he,
Miss Brewster?

How did you know was here?

I heard you breathing.

What happened?

Was it your brother?

My brother.

Why don't you let us help you?

Don't go looking for the good in me
Miss Brewster.

He tried that already.

It just isn't there I'm afraid.

Maud!

Maud! Let's go.

This'll take some time.
We'll come back tomorrow.

None of us are going anywhere.

Not today, not tomonow.

This is still my ship.

I don't need eyes to find
my way about it.

No-one is going to sail he
without my permission.

What do you feel for him?

Same as you.

- Pity.
- Anything else?

I don't know what to call it.

I don't know what I feel for him.

I don't know what
I ever felt for him.

It's not what I feel for you.

I'll kill him!

Humphrey!

- Stop, stop, or I'll shoot you.
- Humphrey don't!

I swear to God I'll kill you.

- Please Humprey!
- I swear to God! I'll shoot.

- Humphrey don't. Humphrey please!
- I'll kill him!

No Humphrey, stop! Listen to me!
Listen to me!

When we argued on the boat,
you were always the reasonable one.

That was the thing I thought
I couldn't stand about you.

Only now do I understand.

It's the most wonderful, impressive
thing about you. It is what...

...it's what I think
I love about you.

Please Humphrey.

Please Humphrey.

I still seem to be alive,
Mr. Van Weyden.

Where is she?

- Close.
- Yes.

You're in love with her,
aren't you?

What would you know about love?

Who are the children
in that photograph?

Not frightened of a blind man
are you, Mr. Van Weyden?

Stay here.

Where do you think I'm going to go?

Nowhere.

Got it.

Catch me!

We've done it.

Do you think she'll make it to
San Francisco?

I'm sure she will.

We should check on him.

He's gone.

Lock yourself in.

Don't worry.

I'll deal with this.

I may not be a great marksman.

But in the land of the blind
the one-eyed man is king.

It's over.

We're sailing her home and
you're coming with us.

Maybe you are right.

But you'll never sail her away.

Never!

It's a tumor.

I think I have a tumor.

It's over.

I'm so tired.

You're in pain.

You won't be sailing anywhere.

You b.. d!

Leave us alone, you b.. d!

When Death was born...

...my father didn't want to
know him because he was a cripple.

So I looked after him.

Gave him all the love
my father couldn't.

One day he came with
a knife to me.

And for no reason he cut his face.

Just like that.

Then he said I did it.

I don't think I ever denied it.

He got all the love he wanted
after that.

People...

...what can you do with people?

They make no sense at all.

We should probably say something.

What though?

I don't know.

B.. d!

Do you ever get free of people?

You can try.

But they mark you,
even in the smallest things.

This is still his ship, you'll
sail her the way he taught you.

I'll try.

I'll tell you one thing though,
Maud.

I intend to be a hell of
a lot nicer to the crew.