The Terror (2018–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Punished, as a Boy - full transcript
Where's Minorca?
Where's the Battle of the Chesapeake?
If there was a waiting room
for Sophia Cracroft,
would you hang your defeats
for everyone to see?
[Distant chatter]
You know, it may surprise you
to hear me say this,
but... it gives me
great comfort to know that
your uncle is with Francis.
This afternoon, we'll make our list.
We must see everyone who's
written to us out of concern.
We need to prepare the ground.
There's all sorts of things
we could be organizing.
Oh, and we must make a
special visit to Chester Place
and see the Dickenses.
Charles has written to me twice.
He could be our very best ally
in times to come.
- My dear...
- [Men talking in other room]
My dear, what is it?
Oh, it's nothing.
It's very wet on your cheeks
to be nothing.
[Men laughing]
Oh, don't they know
we can hear them? [Sniffles]
I have made a horrible mistake, Auntie.
It's only that I have been
counting the days
since you sent your message
to the whalers in Baffin Bay.
I was sure that you would have
heard word by now.
Oh, yes, two replies, in fact
but, as yet,
no-one has seen either ship.
How far north did your letters
reach, do we know?
Pond Inlet, if that means
anything to you.
Lady Jane had supposed
Bylot Island, in fact.
I had guessed she was being optimistic.
Not by much, it turns out.
My dears, everything you can conceive of
is being considered,
but I must remind you,
we've not determined there's
any official cause for alarm.
We have confidence absolute
in your husband's command.
Are you sure that that's merited?
All of us in this room know that
John was not your first choice
to lead this expedition.
Nor was he your second.
- I don't see how that...
- Nor even your third.
We all know John. He's...
as wonderful as he's fallible.
I'd rather that we helped him
now and praised him later,
if he has indeed got himself
frozen in somewhere.
We feel that you, gentlemen,
must do more than consider.
You must enact a plan now.
She could not be more correct.
There's no basis for a
determination of anything here.
It's a bald decision, is it not?
Do we risk unnecessary
expenditure of pounds now,
or of men later?
Thank you, Sir John.
Gentlemen, no doubt
most of you were in London
for that light snow
that we had last month.
One evening after dinner, I
stepped out into our courtyard.
I was without a coat
and even a muffler...
...and I stood in that snow to
see how long I could bear it.
The ships are provisioned
for another two years...
One hour and a quarter
before I was desperate
to get back indoors again...
...but I made myself stay.
What's more, I took off my shoes
and I stood in that wet snow.
Two minutes more. Two minutes,
and then I was done.
Our men have been out there
in unimaginable temperatures
for more than a million minutes.
No-one can convince me that optimism
or confidence is warm enough.
One's sense of cold is relative
to one's experience. I would...
I suspect that therein
lies the problem here.
Most of you gentlemen
have written your memoirs.
I've read them.
The past tense is a very sturdy thing.
It's earned,
but it does take for granted
that one has survived.
Present is a different case
entirely, and so
I've come here to ask you,
what is your plan?
- And when will it begin?
- Lady Jane...
...I have many friends
on those ships, as you know.
Most of us here do and I promise you,
it occupies our thoughts
as much as it does yours.
And I also promise you that
if we have not heard word
from them by 1850,
I shall go and search myself.
Then we will do it - imagine -
what our nation will not.
Fund a ship, is that what you mean?
Compared to what your uncle and
Francis and the rest of the men
must be managing
this very hour, asking our set
to put down its sherries
to write checks is nothing.
He needs us, Sophia. I can feel it,
as if he were with us here,
right now, asking.
[Melancholy music]
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[Lightning cracks]
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♪ And so say all of us,
And so say all of us ♪
♪ And so say all of us ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow,
For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ And so say all of us ♪
♪ And so say all of us,
And so say all of us ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow,
For he's a jolly good... ♪
[Cheering and laughter]
[Suspenseful music]
[Suspenseful music]
[Pulsing deep tone]
[Rumbling and creaking]
[Clinking]
[Knock on door]
Sorry to interrupt, sir.
Lieutenant Little is asking if
you would like to postpone
the officers' meeting.
[Coughs] What time is it?
It's a minute before four, sir.
[Clears throat] We'll proceed at five.
Let them enjoy the birthday.
- [He exhales]
- Party's finished, sir.
First dog watch has already gone out.
Do you know the headlines...
of the meeting?
Me, sir?
Jopson, you hear everything.
Ah.
Well, uh... Mr. Reid reports
that Erebus is steady,
but Terror's bow
is up another nine inches.
Lieutenant Little is wondering
at what point
we should begin moving Terrors
over to berth on Erebus.
He says we can take volunteers first,
so as not to overtax the flagship, sir.
And Lieutenant Irving has
what sounds like
a rather pressing report on stores.
[Grunts] What about them?
Uh... He's concerned the tinned
food is turning up spoilt, sir.
There's a problem with
the solder on some of the cans.
[Urinating]
New kind of process, apparently.
You see.
- Have you ever thought of...
- [Ship creaking]
...becoming a newsman?
- [Man screams]
- [Muffled gunshot]
[Shouting]
- Sir...
- Oh, damn it.
[Shouting continues]
Check the stern. Be quick!
[Excited chatter]
Mr. Armitage, what do you report?
[Armitage] He's still breathing.
- Came over the gunwale, sir.
- Oh, my God.
We didn't see it till it went
back over the side.
[Suspenseful music]
That will freeze. Move him
down below immediately.
Private Hammond, take the watch!
Up!
[Grunting]
[Softly] It's come
onto the ship, Edward.
It's got Strong! William Strong, sir.
It took him. We heard someone
yelling for help out on the ice
and then we realized Strong was missing.
Go below, get 30 men into slops
as quick as you can.
Have Mr. Armitage open up
the armory. Shotguns to half.
Sir!
Maybe it wants us to follow it, sir.
Captain, may I c-come?
- No ship's boys.
- Sir, please.
You'll be with me.
[Wind whistling]
[Wind howling]
[Lantern rattling]
Is Strong a mate of yours?
He's a brick to us boys, sir.
Your muffler, Evans, pull it up.
You won't even feel your nose go.
[Thudding]
[Wind howling]
[Suspenseful music]
Evans! Come on up!
[Panting]
[Evans screams]
Evans!
[Booming gunshot]
Evans!
[Footsteps crunching in snow]
[Lantern rattling and squeaking]
The last of the year.
It feels like an omen.
[Wind howling]
As I climbed the ridge,
I was thinking it.
I could see the pattern,
but I couldn't credit an animal
with having that...
You're saying a bear
staged a misdirection?
I'm saying I ordered
that we split up into pairs
to cover more ground, I did...
...and then I left him.
I only took him with me
because he was scared.
With all you're shouldering,
perhaps you should...
you should curb that for now.
Does one not bring
one's habits to Terror?
Pardon?
Forget it.
[Decanter lid clinks]
Don't let it bother you.
It's not as if we're going
anywhere, is it?
You're in command.
Of what?
You realize that
the discovery of the Passage
is beyond us now.
- It'll be left for someone...
- You don't know that.
If the ships are still afloat
come spring,
we will have to retreat
to open water and rescue.
Even with Lieutenant Fairholme's help,
should you return in time,
we are not provisioned
- to speculate even a day...
- Why are you here, Francis?
You've never believed in this cause.
Now... No-one was ordered to this.
We volunteered. You volunteered.
I was, in fact, ordered.
By whom? Not by the Admiralty.
You were never Barrow's choice.
"Keep Sir John safe...
and ensure his judgment."
Those were my orders.
It's what she asked me to do.
Lady Jane?
No.
I don't owe her a bloody thing.
Sophia.
- Miss Cracroft?
- Mm.
Miss Cracroft who rejected you,
twice as I heard it?
You discussed this?
Yes.
Sir John discussed it with me.
Well, he...
Actually, he regretted
how it had happened.
Francis... he was burdened by it.
Burdened by the thought of
a third attempt, no doubt.
That's why you're here.
- Good Christ, Francis!
- Ohh...
Keep your pity.
[He scoffs]
You're gonna need
all the pity you have...
...for what's coming.
[Doctor Stanley] It seems he is
not failing from this injury.
Then let's proceed without
delay in cauterizing the edges.
Or are we still in disagreement?
It'll stop the bleeding, at least.
No, he's yours. Do as you will.
But he lives by the minute,
if you ask me.
I see no reason
to keep you both any longer.
- We can do from here.
- I'd like to watch,
if I might, to learn.
Alright. Would you heat up
the cauters, please?
Do you have any sealing wax?
- For letters, you mean?
- We can affix the eyes.
In that cupboard there.
[Rattling]
It's a pudding, basically.
I would have said, "cathedral"...
...but I suppose it depends on the man.
[Tozer] Everybody is so staggered
that he's hanging in there like that.
[Chatter]
He's a Royal Marine.
Now, what the bloody hell
do people think that means?
'Ey? No man here knows but us.
Now, we did not ask to be here.
Do we harp on about it? No.
We get no bonus pay,
yet we step up to tangle
with that thing on the ice,
first in line and the first cut down.
Corporal Hedges!
Private Daly! Mr. Hickey!
Mr. Wilson! Seaman Crispe!
And Seaman Walker!
Next bell's your watch!
- Look out for yourself.
- Aye, I will.
[Wind whistling]
[Suspenseful music]
Who's that?
[Suspenseful music continues]
♪ ♪
[Thud]
[Dramatic music]
Crispe, get below! Alert command now!
The Eskimo Girl.
You spotted her camp
from the last sledge party.
- What of it?
- Tell me where you found it.
Exactly where you found it.
[Dr. MacDonald] It's two men, sir.
- Bottom half is Thomas Evans.
- [Crozier] I know who it is.
[Dr. MacDonald] Despite how
sharp this line of separation,
this was not done with a blade.
This was a single claw.
They're not mad swipes, either.
Whatever did that... made the first cut,
then made a second directly above it...
...and then a third until it was through.
Someone... Someone using
a claw, then, as an instrument?
There's more strength in those
cuts than a man could muscle, sir.
There's the matter of
the prints also, sir.
We found the creature's track
circling Terror. No others.
- No Esquimaux boots?
- Only Navy issue,
and none near the stern.
Not a man. Not a bear.
Then, what?
Perhaps it would not be a mystery to
- the indigenous people here.
- Indeed.
If only there was one we could ask.
That Eski girl's been camped
near us for five months
and we have no understanding as to why.
I agree with James.
We should bring her here...
and, to the degree
that Dr. MacDonald,
Mr. Blanky and myself are able,
question her.
Prepare a party to find her
in the morning.
- Yes, sir.
- Morning? Enough is enough.
The bear came when she came,
and by most accounts,
these people are covetous,
treacherous, cruel...
I've ordered her found, James.
- It's what I can do for now.
- That we cannot
discern a connection between
the girl and this thing
does not mean there isn't one.
I'm not sending men out
into a squall! Not tonight.
They're exhausted.
We're all exhausted.
Gentlemen, do without me for a moment.
[Door slides open]
[Locks door]
[Sophia] I have no intention of
becoming a captain's wife.
I've seen that life
and it's not one I aspire to.
I'd make you happy.
- I do make you happy.
- You do...
...but your station does not.
As unkind as that may seem now,
it will spare you my resentment later.
I know with you I can be plain.
With me, you've never hesitated
to be plain.
When you're not here, it's
because you are gone for years
in the world's most perilous of corners.
When you are here, you're on 14
shillings Royal Navy half-pay
and mourning every second on dry land.
False.
There's nowhere in the world
I'd rather be than here now.
I have seen your rooms.
You haven't been on a ship
in nearly a year...
...but in your dresser of ten
drawers, you use only two.
Why?
Habit.
Does one not bring
his habits to marriage?
I will use as many drawers
as you require.
I will not always be a captain.
You are Irish. You're middle-bred.
The Church of England gives you hives.
You have no ear or taste for politics...
The Admiralty will not
refuse me a third time.
They will give me a full command.
And will it be south again, or north,
this command of yours?
In whichever direction
leads the altar, Miss Cracroft.
Though I expect it will be north.
There's talk again of
trying to find the Passage.
I will never understand
this mania for the Passage.
To go thousands of miles
to a place that wants you dead.
I will go to sea once more as
a first and be knighted for it,
then I will retire
to live out my years with you.
- That will not happen.
- It must.
Nothing else will do.
Well, then,
this will be the great tragedy
of your life, Francis.
Dearest, you should dress.
Your uncle is already down.
[Retreating footsteps]
[Raised voices]
[Irving] Mr. Hickey is now missing.
- [Little] Missing?
- And possibly two seamen.
[Fitzjames] What is going on?
[Irving] Get the captain!
[Shouting continues]
[Shouting intensifies]
Make way! Make way!
[Shouting continues]
[Indistinct shouting]
If it wasn't for us
being downwind of them,
that would've been it for us too.
Do it, then. Cut her in half as well.
Listen, we brought her here to
be questioned by the captain.
Now, let us go down!
[Shouting]
- [Gunshot]
- [Shouting stops]
Everyone on their knees right now!
On your knees!
There'll be no violence
towards this woman
without charges brought and well proved.
I will not tolerate hysteria.
Marines at attention.
Anyone who even looks like
they're considering
ignoring that order, arrest them!
Who's responsible for this?
- Who is responsible for this?
- I am, sir.
Captain Fitzjames
and Mr. Blanky will escort
the Eskimo Woman to the Erebus,
where she will be made
comfortable and safe.
[Wind whistling]
Till further order.
The three of you will be
questioned below immediately.
The rest of the men will disperse
to holystone the lower deck.
That is not all for tonight,
but that is all for now.
Dismiss.
Come on.
[Suspenseful music]
[Wind howling]
[Scraping]
Hartnell here was
the first to top the ridge
closest to the girl's camp.
He ducked back down immediately.
He gestured us to be still.
I climbed past him and looked.
We were about 200 yards away
from the girl's snow house.
That's when I saw it was there too.
The wind was blowing
the snow in our eyes.
For a moment, I thought the
girl had built two snow houses,
but then the thing sat up.
[Little] And can you speak to its size?
Three times the height of
any bear we've seen...
...with a different set to its head...
...its eyes...
You saw its eyes, Mr. Hickey?
The girl was stood nose-to-nose
with it, just about.
You could see its breath
blowing the seal fur on her hood.
And she had her hands out, like so.
Like some kind of...
...spell, or something.
I watched to see what she meant to do,
- but it spooked and ran off.
- Really?
- Something spooked it?
- Yeah, it wasn't us that did.
It was when the girl
tried speaking to it.
I figured she was telling it...
You were told not to speculate.
I thought you should be the one
deciding what happens next, not her.
Now, I know it wasn't by the book,
but I figured we would lose
our chance to grab her
if we didn't act.
Which is why I got Mr. Manson
and Mr. Hartnell to go along.
[Little] And what of the bear's eyes?
[Hickey] When it spooked and run,
it looked in our direction.
It looked at me, sir.
Right at me.
But it didn't rush me.
It went south.
Captain Crozier,
there's something I wanna say,
but I hardly dare speak the words.
- Speak the words, Mr. Hickey.
- Well...
Of all I know in this world...
and of this world...
...I tell you, I...
...I do not believe
it is an animal we battle.
[Crozier] Yes, Mr. Hickey.
We know.
The three of you had no orders
to leave your posts,
or the ship...
or to subdue the Netsilik girl.
You have, therefore,
committed several acts
against the Articles:
desertion, dereliction of duty,
insubordination, brutality,
disrespect...
I really have my pick here, don't I?
- Disrespect to who, sir?
- Be silent, Mr. Hickey.
12 lashes for each of you...
...to be delivered before
the ship's company
by Mr. Johnson as soon as
he's finished tying a new cat.
In addition, you'll be
permanently on six-water.
And, though you will not be
dis-rated, you will have
general duty owing
until I see fit to lift it.
What do you say, gentlemen?
- Yes, sir.
- Sir, a full court martial
is technically required
when a ship is lost.
Bring me a chart and I'll show
you exactly where we are.
- Disrespect to who, sir?
- To the girl.
And now to me.
But she directs it.
You should be prosecuting her,
- not us who brought her...
- 20 for him.
I might have ended this thing.
She's had it kill one lieuten...
- 30.
- A Marine, Sir John...
Whose name do you think's
on that witch's tongue next?
- I just saved your life!
- [Bangs desk]
Lieutenant Little... tell Mr. Johnson
that Mr. Hickey will be
punished as a boy.
[Little] All hands assemble
for punishment!
All hands assemble!
[Manson] Will it hurt?
[Hartnell] Yes, Manson,
- very much.
- [Ominous drumming]
That's the point.
For the crimes of insubordination...
...neglect of duty,
disrespect, brutality,
kidnapping and dirtiness...
...Petty Officer Cornelius Hickey
will be flogged 30 lashes... as a boy.
- [Whip cracks]
- [He gasps]
[Whip cracks]
[Gasps]
[Grunts]
[Gasps]
- [Whipping continues]
- [Hickey moans]
[Hickey suppresses cries]
[Whipping and moaning continues]
[Grunts]
[Exhales sharply]
- [Whip thuds]
- [CROZIER] Again.
[Suppresses cries]
[Grunts]
[Crozier] Again.
[Whipping resumes]
[Hickey grunts]
Again!
[Panting]
[He groans and moans]
[Whipping stops]
[Ship creaking and ice rumbling]
[Panting]
The Terror may be at risk, men.
She sits on a pressure ridge
which is becoming precarious.
Any crew who would
like to berth on Erebus
until the situation
has resolved may do so.
Those of you who remain aboard
will be permitted
to trade up a quarter of
your rations for extra grog.
That is all.
You settle yourself, lad.
We need to clean and salt you,
then we'll dress these wounds.
- [He breathes uneasily]
- [Water splashes]
[Grunts]
[Labored breathing]
Has the pain traveled at all?
No, sir, it's just stuck here.
Well, at least you're spared it
being day-bright outside.
If you are still awake
when this dries out,
Mr. Goodsir will give you another one.
He'll give you a shot of
Mandragora as well.
I think you'll be sleeping like
Endymion within the hour.
And I am mixing up
my Latin and my Greek,
Mr. Morfin, which means
it is past my bedtime.
[Door opens]
- Dr. Stanley.
- Sir.
I will brief the officers
in the morning,
but there's been an incident on Terror.
Men were lashed. [Softly] We are...
We're billeting the Esquimaux
girl here for now.
When you're finished, will you
see that she's fine and fed?
Of course, sir.
Is there anything that you need?
Sleep.
- Good night, sir.
- [Retreating footsteps]
Well, much as
I'd thrill at the notion of
feeding biscuits and soup to an Eski,
I turn that task to you, Mr. Goodsir.
I know you dream of such things.
I hope the Terror lads are alright.
Have you ever... been lashed, sir?
No.
Good Lord, Morfin!
Have you?
Only once, sir. [Sniffs]
For what infraction?
[Chuckles]
Well, what do you think, sir?
Drink it all.
[Sniffs]
[Gulps] Ah!
Just, um...
Just a moment please, Morfin...
[Gentle snoring]
[Tense music]
[Exhales sharply]
[Eerie music]
[Knocking on door]
What is it, John?
[Sighs] I'm very tired.
I apologize, sir.
Lieutenant Little wanted me to see
if you needed anything more.
And to tell you
he took a poll of the men,
to see which of them
volunteers to billet on Erebus
until Terror's situation is resolved.
All but ten, sir.
[Door slides closed]
[Retreating footsteps]
I was expecting Corporal Paterson
or one of the Marines, sir.
Captain Fitzjames
wanted an officer here.
For the first night.
What do you need, Mr. Goodsir?
I, uh...
That's a meal as good as
you'd get at the Ladies
Grill Room at the Holborn...
...in, in London, where we live.
Food.
Dinner, in fact.
Goodsir.
Harry.
I-I heard what happened to
you tonight from Mr. Blanky.
I... I'm sorry... for all of it.
He told me your language
is called Inuktitut...
...and this region here
is called Nunavut.
"Inuktitut" and "Nunavut".
I like those words very much.
[Goodsir chuckles]
I'd like to learn more.
I don't know what's
happening here, I truly don't.
This is...
This is not how Englishmen act.
I-I... I don't recognize this behavior.
You must wonder what we're doing here
in your part of the world.
Um...
We are from England.
Nunavut. England.
Very far away.
We've come here to find a way
through to China and India.
Uh... A victory for the Empire,
it will be, to find a way.
A passage.
A northwest passage.
For our economy.
For trade.
[Sniffs]
Goodsir.
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Where's the Battle of the Chesapeake?
If there was a waiting room
for Sophia Cracroft,
would you hang your defeats
for everyone to see?
[Distant chatter]
You know, it may surprise you
to hear me say this,
but... it gives me
great comfort to know that
your uncle is with Francis.
This afternoon, we'll make our list.
We must see everyone who's
written to us out of concern.
We need to prepare the ground.
There's all sorts of things
we could be organizing.
Oh, and we must make a
special visit to Chester Place
and see the Dickenses.
Charles has written to me twice.
He could be our very best ally
in times to come.
- My dear...
- [Men talking in other room]
My dear, what is it?
Oh, it's nothing.
It's very wet on your cheeks
to be nothing.
[Men laughing]
Oh, don't they know
we can hear them? [Sniffles]
I have made a horrible mistake, Auntie.
It's only that I have been
counting the days
since you sent your message
to the whalers in Baffin Bay.
I was sure that you would have
heard word by now.
Oh, yes, two replies, in fact
but, as yet,
no-one has seen either ship.
How far north did your letters
reach, do we know?
Pond Inlet, if that means
anything to you.
Lady Jane had supposed
Bylot Island, in fact.
I had guessed she was being optimistic.
Not by much, it turns out.
My dears, everything you can conceive of
is being considered,
but I must remind you,
we've not determined there's
any official cause for alarm.
We have confidence absolute
in your husband's command.
Are you sure that that's merited?
All of us in this room know that
John was not your first choice
to lead this expedition.
Nor was he your second.
- I don't see how that...
- Nor even your third.
We all know John. He's...
as wonderful as he's fallible.
I'd rather that we helped him
now and praised him later,
if he has indeed got himself
frozen in somewhere.
We feel that you, gentlemen,
must do more than consider.
You must enact a plan now.
She could not be more correct.
There's no basis for a
determination of anything here.
It's a bald decision, is it not?
Do we risk unnecessary
expenditure of pounds now,
or of men later?
Thank you, Sir John.
Gentlemen, no doubt
most of you were in London
for that light snow
that we had last month.
One evening after dinner, I
stepped out into our courtyard.
I was without a coat
and even a muffler...
...and I stood in that snow to
see how long I could bear it.
The ships are provisioned
for another two years...
One hour and a quarter
before I was desperate
to get back indoors again...
...but I made myself stay.
What's more, I took off my shoes
and I stood in that wet snow.
Two minutes more. Two minutes,
and then I was done.
Our men have been out there
in unimaginable temperatures
for more than a million minutes.
No-one can convince me that optimism
or confidence is warm enough.
One's sense of cold is relative
to one's experience. I would...
I suspect that therein
lies the problem here.
Most of you gentlemen
have written your memoirs.
I've read them.
The past tense is a very sturdy thing.
It's earned,
but it does take for granted
that one has survived.
Present is a different case
entirely, and so
I've come here to ask you,
what is your plan?
- And when will it begin?
- Lady Jane...
...I have many friends
on those ships, as you know.
Most of us here do and I promise you,
it occupies our thoughts
as much as it does yours.
And I also promise you that
if we have not heard word
from them by 1850,
I shall go and search myself.
Then we will do it - imagine -
what our nation will not.
Fund a ship, is that what you mean?
Compared to what your uncle and
Francis and the rest of the men
must be managing
this very hour, asking our set
to put down its sherries
to write checks is nothing.
He needs us, Sophia. I can feel it,
as if he were with us here,
right now, asking.
[Melancholy music]
♪ ♪
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♪ And so say all of us,
And so say all of us ♪
♪ And so say all of us ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow,
For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪
♪ And so say all of us ♪
♪ And so say all of us,
And so say all of us ♪
♪ For he's a jolly good fellow,
For he's a jolly good... ♪
[Cheering and laughter]
[Suspenseful music]
[Suspenseful music]
[Pulsing deep tone]
[Rumbling and creaking]
[Clinking]
[Knock on door]
Sorry to interrupt, sir.
Lieutenant Little is asking if
you would like to postpone
the officers' meeting.
[Coughs] What time is it?
It's a minute before four, sir.
[Clears throat] We'll proceed at five.
Let them enjoy the birthday.
- [He exhales]
- Party's finished, sir.
First dog watch has already gone out.
Do you know the headlines...
of the meeting?
Me, sir?
Jopson, you hear everything.
Ah.
Well, uh... Mr. Reid reports
that Erebus is steady,
but Terror's bow
is up another nine inches.
Lieutenant Little is wondering
at what point
we should begin moving Terrors
over to berth on Erebus.
He says we can take volunteers first,
so as not to overtax the flagship, sir.
And Lieutenant Irving has
what sounds like
a rather pressing report on stores.
[Grunts] What about them?
Uh... He's concerned the tinned
food is turning up spoilt, sir.
There's a problem with
the solder on some of the cans.
[Urinating]
New kind of process, apparently.
You see.
- Have you ever thought of...
- [Ship creaking]
...becoming a newsman?
- [Man screams]
- [Muffled gunshot]
[Shouting]
- Sir...
- Oh, damn it.
[Shouting continues]
Check the stern. Be quick!
[Excited chatter]
Mr. Armitage, what do you report?
[Armitage] He's still breathing.
- Came over the gunwale, sir.
- Oh, my God.
We didn't see it till it went
back over the side.
[Suspenseful music]
That will freeze. Move him
down below immediately.
Private Hammond, take the watch!
Up!
[Grunting]
[Softly] It's come
onto the ship, Edward.
It's got Strong! William Strong, sir.
It took him. We heard someone
yelling for help out on the ice
and then we realized Strong was missing.
Go below, get 30 men into slops
as quick as you can.
Have Mr. Armitage open up
the armory. Shotguns to half.
Sir!
Maybe it wants us to follow it, sir.
Captain, may I c-come?
- No ship's boys.
- Sir, please.
You'll be with me.
[Wind whistling]
[Wind howling]
[Lantern rattling]
Is Strong a mate of yours?
He's a brick to us boys, sir.
Your muffler, Evans, pull it up.
You won't even feel your nose go.
[Thudding]
[Wind howling]
[Suspenseful music]
Evans! Come on up!
[Panting]
[Evans screams]
Evans!
[Booming gunshot]
Evans!
[Footsteps crunching in snow]
[Lantern rattling and squeaking]
The last of the year.
It feels like an omen.
[Wind howling]
As I climbed the ridge,
I was thinking it.
I could see the pattern,
but I couldn't credit an animal
with having that...
You're saying a bear
staged a misdirection?
I'm saying I ordered
that we split up into pairs
to cover more ground, I did...
...and then I left him.
I only took him with me
because he was scared.
With all you're shouldering,
perhaps you should...
you should curb that for now.
Does one not bring
one's habits to Terror?
Pardon?
Forget it.
[Decanter lid clinks]
Don't let it bother you.
It's not as if we're going
anywhere, is it?
You're in command.
Of what?
You realize that
the discovery of the Passage
is beyond us now.
- It'll be left for someone...
- You don't know that.
If the ships are still afloat
come spring,
we will have to retreat
to open water and rescue.
Even with Lieutenant Fairholme's help,
should you return in time,
we are not provisioned
- to speculate even a day...
- Why are you here, Francis?
You've never believed in this cause.
Now... No-one was ordered to this.
We volunteered. You volunteered.
I was, in fact, ordered.
By whom? Not by the Admiralty.
You were never Barrow's choice.
"Keep Sir John safe...
and ensure his judgment."
Those were my orders.
It's what she asked me to do.
Lady Jane?
No.
I don't owe her a bloody thing.
Sophia.
- Miss Cracroft?
- Mm.
Miss Cracroft who rejected you,
twice as I heard it?
You discussed this?
Yes.
Sir John discussed it with me.
Well, he...
Actually, he regretted
how it had happened.
Francis... he was burdened by it.
Burdened by the thought of
a third attempt, no doubt.
That's why you're here.
- Good Christ, Francis!
- Ohh...
Keep your pity.
[He scoffs]
You're gonna need
all the pity you have...
...for what's coming.
[Doctor Stanley] It seems he is
not failing from this injury.
Then let's proceed without
delay in cauterizing the edges.
Or are we still in disagreement?
It'll stop the bleeding, at least.
No, he's yours. Do as you will.
But he lives by the minute,
if you ask me.
I see no reason
to keep you both any longer.
- We can do from here.
- I'd like to watch,
if I might, to learn.
Alright. Would you heat up
the cauters, please?
Do you have any sealing wax?
- For letters, you mean?
- We can affix the eyes.
In that cupboard there.
[Rattling]
It's a pudding, basically.
I would have said, "cathedral"...
...but I suppose it depends on the man.
[Tozer] Everybody is so staggered
that he's hanging in there like that.
[Chatter]
He's a Royal Marine.
Now, what the bloody hell
do people think that means?
'Ey? No man here knows but us.
Now, we did not ask to be here.
Do we harp on about it? No.
We get no bonus pay,
yet we step up to tangle
with that thing on the ice,
first in line and the first cut down.
Corporal Hedges!
Private Daly! Mr. Hickey!
Mr. Wilson! Seaman Crispe!
And Seaman Walker!
Next bell's your watch!
- Look out for yourself.
- Aye, I will.
[Wind whistling]
[Suspenseful music]
Who's that?
[Suspenseful music continues]
♪ ♪
[Thud]
[Dramatic music]
Crispe, get below! Alert command now!
The Eskimo Girl.
You spotted her camp
from the last sledge party.
- What of it?
- Tell me where you found it.
Exactly where you found it.
[Dr. MacDonald] It's two men, sir.
- Bottom half is Thomas Evans.
- [Crozier] I know who it is.
[Dr. MacDonald] Despite how
sharp this line of separation,
this was not done with a blade.
This was a single claw.
They're not mad swipes, either.
Whatever did that... made the first cut,
then made a second directly above it...
...and then a third until it was through.
Someone... Someone using
a claw, then, as an instrument?
There's more strength in those
cuts than a man could muscle, sir.
There's the matter of
the prints also, sir.
We found the creature's track
circling Terror. No others.
- No Esquimaux boots?
- Only Navy issue,
and none near the stern.
Not a man. Not a bear.
Then, what?
Perhaps it would not be a mystery to
- the indigenous people here.
- Indeed.
If only there was one we could ask.
That Eski girl's been camped
near us for five months
and we have no understanding as to why.
I agree with James.
We should bring her here...
and, to the degree
that Dr. MacDonald,
Mr. Blanky and myself are able,
question her.
Prepare a party to find her
in the morning.
- Yes, sir.
- Morning? Enough is enough.
The bear came when she came,
and by most accounts,
these people are covetous,
treacherous, cruel...
I've ordered her found, James.
- It's what I can do for now.
- That we cannot
discern a connection between
the girl and this thing
does not mean there isn't one.
I'm not sending men out
into a squall! Not tonight.
They're exhausted.
We're all exhausted.
Gentlemen, do without me for a moment.
[Door slides open]
[Locks door]
[Sophia] I have no intention of
becoming a captain's wife.
I've seen that life
and it's not one I aspire to.
I'd make you happy.
- I do make you happy.
- You do...
...but your station does not.
As unkind as that may seem now,
it will spare you my resentment later.
I know with you I can be plain.
With me, you've never hesitated
to be plain.
When you're not here, it's
because you are gone for years
in the world's most perilous of corners.
When you are here, you're on 14
shillings Royal Navy half-pay
and mourning every second on dry land.
False.
There's nowhere in the world
I'd rather be than here now.
I have seen your rooms.
You haven't been on a ship
in nearly a year...
...but in your dresser of ten
drawers, you use only two.
Why?
Habit.
Does one not bring
his habits to marriage?
I will use as many drawers
as you require.
I will not always be a captain.
You are Irish. You're middle-bred.
The Church of England gives you hives.
You have no ear or taste for politics...
The Admiralty will not
refuse me a third time.
They will give me a full command.
And will it be south again, or north,
this command of yours?
In whichever direction
leads the altar, Miss Cracroft.
Though I expect it will be north.
There's talk again of
trying to find the Passage.
I will never understand
this mania for the Passage.
To go thousands of miles
to a place that wants you dead.
I will go to sea once more as
a first and be knighted for it,
then I will retire
to live out my years with you.
- That will not happen.
- It must.
Nothing else will do.
Well, then,
this will be the great tragedy
of your life, Francis.
Dearest, you should dress.
Your uncle is already down.
[Retreating footsteps]
[Raised voices]
[Irving] Mr. Hickey is now missing.
- [Little] Missing?
- And possibly two seamen.
[Fitzjames] What is going on?
[Irving] Get the captain!
[Shouting continues]
[Shouting intensifies]
Make way! Make way!
[Shouting continues]
[Indistinct shouting]
If it wasn't for us
being downwind of them,
that would've been it for us too.
Do it, then. Cut her in half as well.
Listen, we brought her here to
be questioned by the captain.
Now, let us go down!
[Shouting]
- [Gunshot]
- [Shouting stops]
Everyone on their knees right now!
On your knees!
There'll be no violence
towards this woman
without charges brought and well proved.
I will not tolerate hysteria.
Marines at attention.
Anyone who even looks like
they're considering
ignoring that order, arrest them!
Who's responsible for this?
- Who is responsible for this?
- I am, sir.
Captain Fitzjames
and Mr. Blanky will escort
the Eskimo Woman to the Erebus,
where she will be made
comfortable and safe.
[Wind whistling]
Till further order.
The three of you will be
questioned below immediately.
The rest of the men will disperse
to holystone the lower deck.
That is not all for tonight,
but that is all for now.
Dismiss.
Come on.
[Suspenseful music]
[Wind howling]
[Scraping]
Hartnell here was
the first to top the ridge
closest to the girl's camp.
He ducked back down immediately.
He gestured us to be still.
I climbed past him and looked.
We were about 200 yards away
from the girl's snow house.
That's when I saw it was there too.
The wind was blowing
the snow in our eyes.
For a moment, I thought the
girl had built two snow houses,
but then the thing sat up.
[Little] And can you speak to its size?
Three times the height of
any bear we've seen...
...with a different set to its head...
...its eyes...
You saw its eyes, Mr. Hickey?
The girl was stood nose-to-nose
with it, just about.
You could see its breath
blowing the seal fur on her hood.
And she had her hands out, like so.
Like some kind of...
...spell, or something.
I watched to see what she meant to do,
- but it spooked and ran off.
- Really?
- Something spooked it?
- Yeah, it wasn't us that did.
It was when the girl
tried speaking to it.
I figured she was telling it...
You were told not to speculate.
I thought you should be the one
deciding what happens next, not her.
Now, I know it wasn't by the book,
but I figured we would lose
our chance to grab her
if we didn't act.
Which is why I got Mr. Manson
and Mr. Hartnell to go along.
[Little] And what of the bear's eyes?
[Hickey] When it spooked and run,
it looked in our direction.
It looked at me, sir.
Right at me.
But it didn't rush me.
It went south.
Captain Crozier,
there's something I wanna say,
but I hardly dare speak the words.
- Speak the words, Mr. Hickey.
- Well...
Of all I know in this world...
and of this world...
...I tell you, I...
...I do not believe
it is an animal we battle.
[Crozier] Yes, Mr. Hickey.
We know.
The three of you had no orders
to leave your posts,
or the ship...
or to subdue the Netsilik girl.
You have, therefore,
committed several acts
against the Articles:
desertion, dereliction of duty,
insubordination, brutality,
disrespect...
I really have my pick here, don't I?
- Disrespect to who, sir?
- Be silent, Mr. Hickey.
12 lashes for each of you...
...to be delivered before
the ship's company
by Mr. Johnson as soon as
he's finished tying a new cat.
In addition, you'll be
permanently on six-water.
And, though you will not be
dis-rated, you will have
general duty owing
until I see fit to lift it.
What do you say, gentlemen?
- Yes, sir.
- Sir, a full court martial
is technically required
when a ship is lost.
Bring me a chart and I'll show
you exactly where we are.
- Disrespect to who, sir?
- To the girl.
And now to me.
But she directs it.
You should be prosecuting her,
- not us who brought her...
- 20 for him.
I might have ended this thing.
She's had it kill one lieuten...
- 30.
- A Marine, Sir John...
Whose name do you think's
on that witch's tongue next?
- I just saved your life!
- [Bangs desk]
Lieutenant Little... tell Mr. Johnson
that Mr. Hickey will be
punished as a boy.
[Little] All hands assemble
for punishment!
All hands assemble!
[Manson] Will it hurt?
[Hartnell] Yes, Manson,
- very much.
- [Ominous drumming]
That's the point.
For the crimes of insubordination...
...neglect of duty,
disrespect, brutality,
kidnapping and dirtiness...
...Petty Officer Cornelius Hickey
will be flogged 30 lashes... as a boy.
- [Whip cracks]
- [He gasps]
[Whip cracks]
[Gasps]
[Grunts]
[Gasps]
- [Whipping continues]
- [Hickey moans]
[Hickey suppresses cries]
[Whipping and moaning continues]
[Grunts]
[Exhales sharply]
- [Whip thuds]
- [CROZIER] Again.
[Suppresses cries]
[Grunts]
[Crozier] Again.
[Whipping resumes]
[Hickey grunts]
Again!
[Panting]
[He groans and moans]
[Whipping stops]
[Ship creaking and ice rumbling]
[Panting]
The Terror may be at risk, men.
She sits on a pressure ridge
which is becoming precarious.
Any crew who would
like to berth on Erebus
until the situation
has resolved may do so.
Those of you who remain aboard
will be permitted
to trade up a quarter of
your rations for extra grog.
That is all.
You settle yourself, lad.
We need to clean and salt you,
then we'll dress these wounds.
- [He breathes uneasily]
- [Water splashes]
[Grunts]
[Labored breathing]
Has the pain traveled at all?
No, sir, it's just stuck here.
Well, at least you're spared it
being day-bright outside.
If you are still awake
when this dries out,
Mr. Goodsir will give you another one.
He'll give you a shot of
Mandragora as well.
I think you'll be sleeping like
Endymion within the hour.
And I am mixing up
my Latin and my Greek,
Mr. Morfin, which means
it is past my bedtime.
[Door opens]
- Dr. Stanley.
- Sir.
I will brief the officers
in the morning,
but there's been an incident on Terror.
Men were lashed. [Softly] We are...
We're billeting the Esquimaux
girl here for now.
When you're finished, will you
see that she's fine and fed?
Of course, sir.
Is there anything that you need?
Sleep.
- Good night, sir.
- [Retreating footsteps]
Well, much as
I'd thrill at the notion of
feeding biscuits and soup to an Eski,
I turn that task to you, Mr. Goodsir.
I know you dream of such things.
I hope the Terror lads are alright.
Have you ever... been lashed, sir?
No.
Good Lord, Morfin!
Have you?
Only once, sir. [Sniffs]
For what infraction?
[Chuckles]
Well, what do you think, sir?
Drink it all.
[Sniffs]
[Gulps] Ah!
Just, um...
Just a moment please, Morfin...
[Gentle snoring]
[Tense music]
[Exhales sharply]
[Eerie music]
[Knocking on door]
What is it, John?
[Sighs] I'm very tired.
I apologize, sir.
Lieutenant Little wanted me to see
if you needed anything more.
And to tell you
he took a poll of the men,
to see which of them
volunteers to billet on Erebus
until Terror's situation is resolved.
All but ten, sir.
[Door slides closed]
[Retreating footsteps]
I was expecting Corporal Paterson
or one of the Marines, sir.
Captain Fitzjames
wanted an officer here.
For the first night.
What do you need, Mr. Goodsir?
I, uh...
That's a meal as good as
you'd get at the Ladies
Grill Room at the Holborn...
...in, in London, where we live.
Food.
Dinner, in fact.
Goodsir.
Harry.
I-I heard what happened to
you tonight from Mr. Blanky.
I... I'm sorry... for all of it.
He told me your language
is called Inuktitut...
...and this region here
is called Nunavut.
"Inuktitut" and "Nunavut".
I like those words very much.
[Goodsir chuckles]
I'd like to learn more.
I don't know what's
happening here, I truly don't.
This is...
This is not how Englishmen act.
I-I... I don't recognize this behavior.
You must wonder what we're doing here
in your part of the world.
Um...
We are from England.
Nunavut. England.
Very far away.
We've come here to find a way
through to China and India.
Uh... A victory for the Empire,
it will be, to find a way.
A passage.
A northwest passage.
For our economy.
For trade.
[Sniffs]
Goodsir.
[Eerie music]
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