The Terror (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 2 - Gore - full transcript

She's fared well, considering
she's been eight months cold.

She's banked with coal,

the stokers are giving her
kisses with the oil can.

I can build her up in a day,

once receive good news
from a lead party.

My crown's on Le Vesconte.

West is surely the first
place ice will open.

You'll lose. Graham
crosses to land

and covers twice the distance.

I'm with the Captain
on that one, sir.

Then you're both on.



I had an aunt in Brighton.

Used to go and see
her on holidays,

from London Bridge Station. I
have almost certainly been

pulled back and forth
by that very engine.

Look at her now. From
footnote to lead paragraph.

I might poach that for
my journal this evening.

It would be an honor, sir.

And as we're in a
wagering spirit,

shall we put odds on Francis
favoring us with his presence?

I hope he does. Perhaps
it'll give him a lift,

seeing the parties off.

Here comes the lending library.

Just in time.

Will this be another
Jonathan Swift,



or are you sending me
back to Herodotus?

Sadly, there is no
more Herodotus.

No, this is a comedy. I
thought you could do with

a bit of a laugh
on your 50 miles.

Scour the ice,

with providence as your
sure-footed guide,

and return safely with news
that our long winter sojourn

will soon lie behind us.

And we can finally
raise our sails again

and force this passage.

Graham.

I appreciate you
taking the cylinders.

It will be an honor, sir.

To lay our first footprints
upon King William Land

and deliver your words.

Be sure to come
back with a story.

Joyfully, sir.

I only wish I could
join in the outing.

- Francis!
- Sir.

Is there anything
you'd like to say?

Travel well.

Right. Good luck, men.

Company, three cheers!

- Hip-hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip-hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip-hip!
- Hooray!

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Dr. MacDonald's been kind enough

to lend me his journals

from his time on
Cumberland Sound.

It was they who brought
back the Esquimaux,

back to Aberdeen.

Imagine.

I don't recall his name, but
he was of the Inuk tribe.

Lt. Gore, do you recall
that Inuk man's name?

I do not, Mr. Goodsir.

It was long and...
terribly Esquimaux.

Please let me take
my part, Lieutenant.

You said to watch for three
days and I've done it.

Now let me relieve
someone who's earned it.

Whoa! Whoa.

Hartnell, let him spell you.

There's nothing more natural
than pulling weight,

Dr. Goodsir. Watch
Morfin here in front,

and me with the
corner of your eye.

Match our strides.
You'll take to it.

I know you will.

Heave!

Oh.

Sorry.

Sir John. I would
have come to you.

No, not at all. The
stroll did me good.

Shall we sit?

I've come to repair
our bonds, Francis.

I'd like us to be friends again.

You never lost my friendship.

Well, that may be true,

but I've certainly
lost your company.

And I'm not the
only one to notice

you've succeeded in avoiding
Erebus most of the winter.

I'm... I'm a Captain.

I'm peevish off my own ship.

I leave it and...

hear disaster
knocking at its door

before I'm ten steps away.

Would it help if I said
that I made a mistake?

You misunderstand me, Sir John.

I only meant to describe why
I brood, not that I judge.

Yes, but summer is
coming, Francis.

I mean, surely you can
slip your brooding now.

Summer is here in
name only, Sir John.

Temperatures barely
come up to zero.

The sundogs remain.

- These are the signs here.
- Yes, signs of a cold May.

Signs that nature does not
give a damn about our plans.

Is Nature's Author
nowhere in your tally?

What a disappointment
that must be to you.

It's simply that we're two men
on two very different ships.

And here I've come, to
make peace on yours.

Will you not on mine?

I will always come to you.

I serve at your command.

Very well.

Oh, your seat of ease, Francis.
There's a draft.

It's the shore. It must be.

Look what it does to the ice.

An unstoppable force
meets an immovable mass.

It's beautiful.

We continue on foot.

You deserve a prize for your
orienteering, Mr. Des Voeux.

I can see the cairn. It
can't be half a mile.

Looks as if the Eskis
have left it alone.

17 years. Maybe it spooks them.

It's hard to imagine
anyone coming here. Ever.

This place make you
uneasy, Doctor?

You call me doctor, but
technically I'm just a surgeon.

- Anatomist, in fact.
- That's a doctor in my book.

Thank you.

- Sir.
- Thank you.

Right.

I pray it's English
tea merchants

coming from Canton who look
upon that message next.

See something, Goodsir?

No, sir.

Sgt. Bryant, accompany
me to the second cairn.

We can walk the ice,
scout for open water.

Mr. Des Voeux,

return with the boys to
the sledge and make camp.

Get some rest if
we've not returned.

Godspeed, sir.

Come on.

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Lt. Gore!

- Is someone there?
- Sh.

Answer me.

Lt. Irving.

Mr. Gibson.

What are you doing down here?

I'd come down for coal
earlier this morning

and heard one of the ship's cats
crying back here somewhere.

Is someone with you?

Mr. Hickey was kind
enough to accompany me

in trying to find it. He's been
looking all over behind here.

- The captain.
- Got caught up...

His seat of ease has a draft.

Have Mr. Hickey see to it.

I'm here, Lieutenant. Sir?

- He's running to inform.
- No, I don't think he will.

Cornelius, we'll be lashed.

If Lt. Irving goes
to inform command,

then he'd have to tell
them what it is he saw.

Which means he's gonna have
to open his imagination...

to what he didn't.

I've seen him at Sir
John's Sunday service.

I've watched him pray.

That's a man afraid of chaos.

He's not going to invite
more if he can help it.

We can't be sure of it.

No.

But there are worse
things than being lashed.

Looking forward to
getting a stove going?

Wait on. Look.

What could have done that?

There must be a bear.

A bear did that?

We'll be able to
tell by the tracks.

There may be more than one.

Sh... Shall we all go?

I just don't understand
why he resists us, James.

He's a disappointed man.

You should not have to
bear his grievances.

Perhaps it is I who's unable

to truly bring him into the
bosom of my confidence.

I want to. I always plan to.

But then, when I'm with him,
I don't know why I falter.

You have done
everything for the man.

- Have I?
- Sir,

he was no-one's first
choice for this expedition.

Mm, nor was I.

How any man achieves his
post on an expedition

is less important than
how he spends it.

And...

well, that he measures up.

I will not have Francis's
melancholy touch you.

I'll not have it.
Do you hear me?

Yes!

Sorry to interrupt, sirs.

What is it, Mr. Bridgens?

The first lead party's
just returned, sir.

What news, Lieutenant?
Stay seated.

We traveled as far as
11 miles east, sir.

We discerned no signs
of the ice yielding.

And the men, how did they fare?

Some of them are with Dr.
Stanley now.

We also had an issue
with our provisions.

- What issue?
- Some were rotted.

Inedibly so.

Ask Mr. Wall to prepare

an early supper for the
Lieutenant and his men.

Gather your strength before
returning to your ship.

I am... sorry to
disappoint you, sir.

Oh, not at all.

We suspected east was not our
brightest star to follow.

Nevertheless, you and the men
have done a great service.

Well done.

Go on! Go on!

Here!

The western team must
be nearly home now.

Good thing. It looks
like a sour sky.

Funny to think of this
place as home, isn't it?

Well, here she comes now.

I thought Mohawks
had carted you off.

Oh, no, much worse.

He proposed. Again.

You declined, of course?

Not firmly enough,
in my opinion.

In gratitude to you
both for my care,

must I surrender my privacy?

Sophia, your safety
in this world

is what we would keep
you from surrendering.

This matter with
Francis won't end

until you are firm, my dear.

He's an explorer,

and you must know by now that
explorers are made of hope.

They breathe hope.

I can't very well ask him
to stop breathing, Uncle.

No.

But you really must repel
his curiosities now.

I know you won't find it as
much fun as encouraging them,

but you're not a child.

He's suitable for a
good many women.

Mm.

I've no doubt.

But... just... under a
different banner than ours.

You weren't sleeping either?

If only sleep were as simple
as closing your eyes.

I was thinking about Tad.

The first of Parry's
boat-haung reindeer.

Tad!

What made you think
of that poor sod?

We brought those deer

a thousand miles
north from Norway.

Only to slaughter
them on the ice.

That was the ice that made
me want to be a master.

The way it kept moving us back.

Mm. It was rough ice.

The deer couldn't haul on it.

We knew that in a day.

But we kept them anyway.

Ferrying deer from ice
floe to ice floe...

by boat, thinking we could
use them by and by.

Rowing reindeer in
our sleigh boats!

Like proper little ladies...

in ostrich carts.

They were so confused.

Is that us... now?

Confused, out of our depth?

We've seen worse than
this, you and me.

And I know you saw much worse
south, with Sir James.

I've heard other
versions than yours.

I know them to be reliable.

- This is different.
- Aye.

You trusted Ross and
you trusted Parry.

Either you're a clairvoyant

or I'm not doing half
the job I think I am

concealing my thoughts.

No, it's just that I know you.

What will it do to us, the ice?

If no leads get found

and we have to spend
another winter here.

Without a thaw to clear
last winter's ice,

it will start to back up
and then pile up high.

Like one whole country

being squeezed into the
borders of another.

It'll push the boats up.

Aye, I've seen boats forced
20, 30 feet in the jam.

Can we survive that
amount of pressure?

If it drives us up,
yeah, we'll ride it.

It could also drive us under.

Snap our beams and
crush us at the waist.

Let's pray for the former, then.

I'll put the third tent up.

We'll all appreciate
the extra room

if we're in for foul weather.

I was only just thinking
that's what this camp needed:

more ice.

Time to get inside, boys!

We're just ahead of it.

Are you repairing the boat?

Get inside! Now!

The boat, sir. We
found it like that.

Blast it.

That bear was tracking us.

We heard it a mile back, up in
the ice and a mile before that.

I fired in its direction
to drive it off,

but it must not in its life

have smelled anything
like an Englishman.

What do we do?

Shoot it in the head.
Carve it up for supper.

And if it's not alone?

Everyone a rifle.

It's just up there.

Mr. Goodsir! Come quickly!

He took it in the chest, sir.

That's a girl.

Who is she looking for?

I'll get the lieutenant.

I'll caulk you next.

Neptune, sir. He
relieved himself

before I could alert Mr. Jopson.

There was no
warning, I'm afraid.

- And yet you take up the duty.
- My apologies, sir.

I know better to
mind my own tasks.

Not at all. I meant it

as a statement of gratitude, Mr.
Hickey.

You're most welcome, Captain.

- You're a Limerick man?
- Thereabouts, sir.

But that's not what comes
out of your mouth.

If I hadn't read
the ship's roster,

I'd never have known
you were Irish.

I've lived as many years

in Liverpool and
Manchester as there.

I barely remember
anything but England.

It must have made
it easier for you.

Yeah.

I learnt early:

those who are quickest
to tally your value

often do it on your spots alone.

You should know that
Discovery Service

is not unlike the
world in that regard.

If not worse.

You've done
extraordinarily well.

Captain of a great ship.

Gives the rest of us Micks hope.

Would you take a drink, Mr.
Hickey?

I wouldn't put the Captain out.

- What day of the week is it?
- It's a Wednesday, sir.

Ourselves, then.

It's fitting.

The second lead party
returned last night.

No leads west.

Forgive me for saying, sir,

but I have my doubts we'll
see leads this year.

Perhaps I would have done better

to have played your game, Mr.
Hickey,

and gulled the world.

I applaud you.

Come!

Yes, John.

I'm...

I'm sorry, sir, the
last lead party, sir,

it's been sighted.

Gangway! Officer coming through!

Mind your backs. Mind
your backs, boys.

Officer coming through. Gangway.

Mind your backs.

Where's Graham?

Dr. Stanley.

Commander Fitzjames, I
will not touch this man.

You needn't. This man's been
in my care for two days.

Mr. Goodsir...

The ball needs to be removed
so the hole can be closed,

otherwise it will keep
collapsing his lung,

which I suspect is leaning
on the man's heart.

What is Sir John's wish here?

We may be able to spare him.

May I have your leave to try?

He had nothing to do with what
happened to Lt. Gore, sir.

This man's her father.

Sir, can you tell her this
will be painful for him

but I'll be as
quick as I can be?

Ssh.

It's in too deep in the tissue.

Can't you cut it out?

Every breath he takes
is making it worse.

Who knows how badly we jostled
him getting him to the ship?

What is she saying?

She's begging him not
to ask this of her.

Ask what of her?

- Stretcher! Bring a stretcher!
- Francis, what's happening?

She says he must die
on the ice, not here.

Commander Fitzjames,

you'll escort this
woman off Erebus.

Please see to it that the sick
bay is restored, Dr. Stanley.

- Certainly, sir.
- Sir, with your permission,

I'd like to take the
woman aboard Terror.

You're staying here, Francis,
until we've heard from

every one of Graham's team
about what happened out there.

Mr. Goodsir, come
with us, please.

We found only one set of prints.

Large.

20 inches across.

How long did you search for Lt.
Gore...

before you decided to leave him?

We searched for a half mile
in each direction, sir.

Then how can you be
certain he was killed?

The amount of blood,
sir, on the ice.

No man could have
survived losing so much.

You say this with complete
authority on the subject?

I do, sir.

Whether it was our grief
or fatigue, I cannot say,

but some of us, Hartnell
and Morfin specifically,

became convinced that the
bear continued to track us

here, back to the ships.

Based on what evidence...
Mr. Goodsir?

We could not be more distressed
by what happened, sir.

Lt. Gore was one of
the very best men...

Leads, Doctor. Did
you find any leads?

The ice showed no sign
of a thaw, Captains.

On the contrary,
the wrack of ice

built up around the shore
of King William Land

was thicker than Lt.
Gore expected.

You're now an expert on
the ice too, Mr. Goodsir?

Thank you. That will be all.

There's one more
thing, Captains.

- Yes?
- The Esquimaux man.

What about him?

He had signs of a...

surgical procedure in his past.

What sort of procedure?

He had no tongue.

It was removed some
time ago, I believe,

with some sharp edge.

These people are
not our concern.

We have one of our
own men to mourn.

- You may go.
- Sir.

- What have you learnt?
- She's in good condition.

And she has been eating.
Fairly well, in fact.

That could mean her people
have found game in the area.

- Has she conversed with you?
- No.

Hm?

She said that if we
don't leave now...

we're going to huk-kah-hoi.

- Disappear.
- Mm.

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