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)
| have made a horrible mistake, Auntie.
It's only that | have been counting the days
since you sent your message to the whalers in Baffin Bay.
| 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.
| had guessed she was being optimistic.
Not by much, it turns out.
My dears, everything you can conceive of
is being considered, but | 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.
- | don’t see how that-- - Nor even your third.
We all khnow John. He's... a8 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, | stepped out into our courtyard.
| was without a coat and even a muffler...
...and | stood in that snhow to see how long | could bear it.
Lady Jane, the ships are provisioned for another two years--
One hour and a quarter
before | was desperate to get back indoors again...
...but | made myself stay.
And what's more, | took off my shoes
and | stood in that wet snow.
Two minutes more. Two minutes, and then | 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. | would remind--
| 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...
... have many friends on those ships, as you know.
Most of us here do, and | promise you,
it occupies our thoughts as much as it does yours.
And | also promise you that
if we have not heard word from them by 1850,
| 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. | can feel it,
as if he were with us here, right now, asking.
(melancholy music)
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J And so say all of us
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J And so say all of us
J And so say all of us, And so say all of us J
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(cheering and laughter)
(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.
- (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 | 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 | climbed the ridge, | was thinking it.
| could see the pattern,
but | couldn’t credit an animal with having that kind of--
You're saying a bear staged a misdirection?
I'm saying | ordered that we split up into pairs
to cover more ground, | did...
and then | left him.
| 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.
| 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.
| don't owe her a bloody thing.
Sophia.
- Miss Cracroft? - Mm.
Miss Cracroft who rejected you, twice as | 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.
(scoffs)
You're gonna need all the pity you have...
...for what's coming.
Doctor Stanley: Somehow it seems he is not failing from this injury.
Then let's proceed without delay in cauterizing the edges of it.
Or are we still in disagreement there?
We can stop the bleeding, at least.
No, he's yours. Do as you will.
But he lives by the minute, if you ask me.
| see no reason to keep you both any longer.
- We can do from here. - I'd like to watch,
if | might, to learn.
All right. 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.
| would have said, "ecathedral®...
...but | 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. - Oh, | will.
(wind whistling)
(suspenseful music)
Who's that?
(thud)
Crispe, get below! Alert command now!
The Eskimo Girl.
They said 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 halfis Thomas Evans--
Crozier: | know who itis.
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.
| 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. - The 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 | 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)
Sophia: I have no intention of becoming a captain's wife.
I've seen that life, and it's not one | aspire to.
I'd make you happy.
- | 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.
| know with you | 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.
| 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?
| will use as many drawers as you require.
| 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 | expect it will be north.
There's talk again of trying to find the Passage.
| will never understand this mania for the Passage.
To go thousands of miles to a place that wants you dead.
| will go to sea once more as a first and be knighted for it,
then | 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 of the 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.
| 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? - | 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.
| climbed past him and looked.
Now, we were about 200 yards away from the girl's snow house.
That's when | saw it was there too.
The wind was blowing the snow in our eyes.
For a moment, | thought the giri had built two snow houses,
but then the thing sat up.
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 soO.
Like some kind of...
...spell, or something.
| 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.
So | figured she was telling it--
You were told not to speculate.
| thought you should be the one
deciding what happens next, not her.
Now, | know it wasn't by the book,
but | figured we would lose our chance to grab her
if we didn't act.
Which is why | 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 | wanna say,
but | hardly dare speak the words.
- Speak the words, Mr. Hickey. - Well...
of all | know in this world... and of this world...
| tell you, I...
...l 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...
| really have my pick here, don't1?
- 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 | 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.
| mean, | might have just ended this thing, sir.
She's had it kill one lieuten--
- 30, then. - A Marine, Sir John...
| mean, whose name do you think's on that witch's tongue next?
- | 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) - (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)
(groans and moans)
(whipping stops)
(ship creaking)
(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.
- (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.
| think you'll be sleeping like Endymion within the hour.
And | am mixing up my Latin and my Greek,
Mr. Morfin, which means it is past my bedtime.
(door opens)
- Dr. Stanley. - Sir.
| 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,
| turn that task to you, Mr. Goodsir.
| know you dream of such things.
| hope the Terrorlads are all right.
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, uh...
Just a moment please, Morfin...
(gentle snoring)
(tense music)
(exhales sharply)
(knocking on door)
What is it, John?
(sighs) I'm very tired.
| 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)
| 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 Goodsir.
I-- | heard what happened to you tonight from Mr. Blanky.
l... 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”. | like those words very much.
(Goodsir chuckles)
I'd like to learn more.
| don't know what's happening here, | truly don't.
This is... This is not how Englishmen act.
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 would be, to find a way.
A passage.
A northwest passage.
For our economy.
For trade.
(sniffs)
Goodsir.
(eerie music)