Irving: As such, we can expect to finish our full supply of coal
by November next,
unless we begin stepping down the ship's heating plans now.
And that's without any future days
making way under steam factored in.
Of salt beef, we've a combined total of 750 |bs.
Salt pork, 210. Flour, 902.
Cheese, 87.
Dried fruits, 9 Ibs... only after making the men
Lady Jane's Christmas pudding last week.
Hear, hear.
Of lemon juice, not quite 200 gallons remain.
Though Dr. MacDonald suspects
it's lost most of its antiscurvy properties by now.
As for the tins, we've now inspected every one
and tossed out the putrid.
It's clear now why the Stephan Goldner Tinned Foods Company
was the low bidder.
I'd like to run that man through.
What's left number 1,402 tins preserved meats,
1,163 preserved vegetables,
911 preserved soup,
1,182 potatoes.
And when is the point of no return?
If we reduce to three-quarter rations,
we'll reach the end of our provisions midwinter next year,
if we're stuck in again with no game.
That, with our current roster of 116 men.
Why mention the number of men, Lieutenant?
(clears throat)
We've not seen hide nor even a hair of Mr... teeth and claws.
| think we can be confident
that Mr. Blanky here, along with Mr. Hodgson,
killed it or ran it off for good.
Now, the men will notice that large a reduction in what they eat.
They'll begin with four-fifth rations and we will discuss
how to reduce further in a month's time.
And, finally, advise Mr. Wall and Mr. Diggle
that they should emphasize salt meats in their menus now,
not the tins.
We must...
We must start to preserve all things portable now.
(men chatting and laughing in distance)
And not a word of this yet to anyone
who is not around this table,
excepting the Captain, of course.
| pray he is with us again soon.
Thank you, gentlemen. That completes our business for today.
Mr. Blanky, a word in private.
The rest of you Terrors can suit up. We won't be long.
Gentlemen...
We always feel worse in the darker months, don't we?
First sunrise is just a week away now.
Try to encourage the men with that.
Please, sit down.
You make that contraption work like a ballet.
If this is about Captain Crozier, sir,
Jopson's a regular mongoose.
Keeps us all out most of the day.
No, it's not that.
You said to Francis the night of your attack,
what happened to John Ross at Fury Beach
could happen to him, too.
I've had a chance to read Ross's memoir,
and | found nothing self-critical there.
You...refute the truth of his account.
(chuckles)
Someone's gonna have to think of a new kind of memaoir, sir,
if truth is what you're after.
I'm interested in what actually happened, Mr. Blanky.
In... in your words.
You read the book.
So you know we spent three winters on the Victory.
Yes. Nearly the same as we.
if we hadn't run out of food.
We shouldn’t have waited to start walking.
By the time we got to it, the scurvy was in us...
and Captain Ross, he had no sympathy for illness.
What do you mean?
We sledged the boats with us.
We were carrying half a load a day's march,
then doubling back for the other half.
| finally begged Ross to drop the boats altogether
but he replied he'd rather leave our sick to die.
This from his position riding atop one of the sledges.
It was 300 miles to Fury Beach.
We were barely standing.
What little love we had amongst us
was the only thing keeping us civil.
We had one day's provisions left. One.
Were it not for the cache of stores left there
from the wreck of the Fury,
we'd still be on that beach, bleaching in the wind.
We tried to row out to the whaling channels
but the ice kept us back.
This is where you built Somerset House?
Aye.
Somerset House.
Even there, Ross kept rank.
The officers kept their stewards
and their wolf blankets, and what salmon we could catch.
The rest of us just slept in ice ditches
and fought over year-old biscuits.
And once it's past all hope, the mind goes...
unnatural with thoughts.
What... what kind of thoughts?
Like splitting open Sir John Ross's head with a boat axe.
You said you wanted the truth, sir, in my own words.
Trust you won't court martial me for them now?
Would you have done it?
Leads opened up in the August.
We got picked up by the Isabella.
We'd been taken for dead for two years.
Mr. Blanky, most of the men survived.
If that's the point you want me to get to, sir,
then, yes, we survived.
Blanky: But if we're gonna walk out of here ourselves,
and almost three times as far, you need to understand
it wasn't sickness or hunger
that most mattered to our chances.
It's what went on up here.
Notions.
A darkness.
With no fair man to stem it.
| know many were thinking what | was.
Sir John Ross, he never knew how close he came.
This kind of darkness...
do you see it among us here?
| don't need to see it to know it's here.
You've time enough to vent it.
How?
First of all, if you're gonna keep things from the men,
you'd better give them something in return now.
Something to keep their minds on, other than what lies ahead.
There'll be a tally for it, later, when things get hard.
There always is.
Leave it to you, Sir John.
(melancholy music)
JJ
(thunderclap)
Why are you doing that?
Dr. MacDonald won't mind if | have hair astray.
Turmoil on the inside needn't show on the out, sir.
You forget, I've gotten turmoil all over you,
and the bed, in the last hour alone.
Just let me lie in it. It'll teach me.
It is you, sir, who is teaching the rest of us.
Jopson...
yours is the only company
that | don't completely hate right now.
Now don't push it.
- How do you feel? - (sighs)
like Christ... (groans)
with more nails.
Sir?
Here.
Only sips, sir.
- More. - No.
The doctor is the captain in this matter, sir. Full stop.
You've done this before.
Who was it?
Every word | say hurts.
Don't get mysterious, Jopson.
It was my mother, sir.
Your mother?
Yeah.
Ohh.
She, uh, she took my brother to a circus in Marylebone.
The crowd was seated up on risers.
You know how they pack them in to sell more seats.
My brother dropped his shoe beneath him.
But they were sitting low enough
that my mother could reach down and get it.
And that's when the whole contraption collapsed.
Her hand was smashed.
She kept it but it was too maimed to ever use again.
And the only thing that would take away the pain
was Laudanum.
You were a boy?
No, this was just before we set sail to the Antarctic in '39.
She wanted me to go.
She didn't want me to miss the opportunity.
But she was a different woman by the time we got back.
Pardon me, sir.
No, go on.
Well, problem was...
it made her happy.
She would stop breathing in the night.
She'd soil herself.
She'd get mesmerized
to the point where she would forget to feed my brother,
or herself, for days.
But it took away her pain and it made her laugh.
Hmm.
| don't like to hear a woman laughing now, sir.
Our neighbor was a nursemaid from the workhouse
and she helped me taper Mother off it for three weeks.
How did she fare...
when she was through it?
(approaching footsteps)
Hello.
Shooting the cuff, eh, sir?
You look ready to dance a polonaise.
Thomas...
I've got you, Captain.
You can count on that, sir.
(retreating footsteps)
(squelching)
(monkey chatters)
(continues chattering)
Lieutenant Irving seems busy since he got back.
With the Purser.
The usual accounting, I'd imagine.
No, they've done that.
Now they're moving all the canned food
to the back of the storeroom. Why?
I've not heard a reason.
But | did see an odd list on Lieutenant Hodgson's desk.
An inventory to be filled out.
- An inventory of what? - Empty things. Trunks, crates.
Lieutenant Le Vesconte has a message from Captain Fitzjames
that's going to put a beam in all your steps.
Christ, they're counting the luggage, Billy.
Luggage for what? Luggage for what, Cornelius?
We've got a bit of a benjo planned for first sunrise.
Captain Fitzjames has proposed a carnival.
(men chatter excitedly)
(bell clangs)
(chatter and laughter)
A worse case of gastritis surely there never was.
(squelching)
(suspenseful music)
(squelching continues)
JJ
(panting)
(sings in native language)
JJ
(wind whistling)
Hickey: Mr. Armitage.
Hickey: Always wanted to be a marine, that one,
but for his dumb ear.
He longs for it.
What about you, Mr. Hickey?
Did you always wanna be a caulker?
That man owes you one too, you know.
Who, Armitage? Yeah? How's that?
For not pointing him out...
being part of grabbing that Eski girl.
You'd have been in your rights to.
| didn't see the point in it.
Even still? After getting flogged?
That sort of thing can change your sense
of what the point is.
It did.
I'm grateful...is the point.
Reformed you, did it?
| shouldn’t have listened to you.
And | deserved to be flogged.
Yeah, and by ordering it, the Captain, he's given me a chance
to clean my record and start anew.
Do you think Crozier sees it like that?
A new Mr. Hartnell?
| do, yeah.
And |l intend to use that charter well.
What about you, Mr. Hickey, eh?
Why didn't you turn Armitage in?
- (groaning) - Man: That's it, lads.
(men cheer)
There it is. We've not heard that sound in far too long.
We're using a lot of supplies, sir.
We can't possibly carry all this come Spring.
So it's settled, then? We're walking?
Well, Francis will decide.
Yes, it does seem inescapable now.
He was right all along.
And we were deaf to him.
Listen, Lieutenant...
we need to give the men a last hurrah before...
before we open their ears.
Have you chosen a disguise?
| gave our trunk to the men.
Most of the officers are making their own.
Don’'t wait to choose until all the best ideas are snapped up.
| was, er, looking for Dr. Goodsir.
Mr. Goodsir is | know not where.
Helping with construction, perhaps,
as | thought you would be, Mr. Collins.
Are you ill?
I've been in a bad way. Yes.
- Are you with fever? - No, it isn't that.
It's my thoughts, sir, they're...
flurried somehow.
Flurried thoughts? | do not know what that means.
(chair creaks)
Do you ever feel like your mind is against you?
| sign up for all the extra work | can.
| holystone the deck like a ship's boy.
| can't really stand to be alone.
(laughs) No man is alone on a ship.
| know it.
But |l do feel alone.
All the time now.
Every day, it's like a...
a trap door, sir.
Like | feel something's about to open up
and pull me into some hidden space | won't get back from.
What is that, Doctor?
All the men's spirits are low. It is winter. We expect that.
| don't believe the others feel as | do, sir.
You do not know how the others feel.
Mr. Collins, does your gut hurt you?
- My gut, sir? - Are you dyspeptic?
With blisters? Dropsical about the knee?
Do you require camphor or a Dover's powder?
No, sir.
| am a doctor of medicine, Mr. Collins.
Do you understand what that means?
But | think what you need to do is keep busy,
to keep putting your energy to positive use.
Which is exactly why Captain Fitzjames
has ordered a party made.
It is a prescription | support for all the men.
Look forward to the party, Mr. Collins.
A little fun is what is needed.
- Fun? -Yes.
A sense of fun.
Is that your daughter, sir?
Yes.
Good night, Mr. Collins.
Does she love birds?
Think of the carnival.
It will sort us all out. | have no doubt.
(door slides shut)
(retreating footsteps)
(ice rumbling in background)
Ah.
(ice rumbling)
(gentle knocking)
Mr. Goodsir. There's trouble in the orlop you need to see.
Immediately.
- (screeching and banging) - Move, lads. Out of the way.
(screeching and banging continues)
(screeching quietens)
(screeching and banging resumes)
- Wait, wait, wait, wait. - (screeching subsides)
(heavy breathing)
(door sliding)
(whimpering)
(knock on door)
Peglar: Mr. Hoar said you were looking for me.
I've got used to being on the same ship together.
Reminds me of our seasons on The Gannett.
| didn't volunteer to berth here
because I'm afraid of the ice hassling Terror, John.
Glad to hear that... for more reasons than one.
But | haven't finished with Voltaire.
Put that aside.
Has something happened?
This is Xenophon.
In Greek, the title is Anabasis.
Which translates to The March of the 10,000.
- Do you know the story? - No.
When Cyrus the Younger
wanted to seize the throne of Persia from his brother,
he hired an army of hoplite to accompany him.
They won the battle,
but during the fighting, Cyrus was killed,
which rendered the expedition obsolete.
His army found themselves in hostile country.
Most of their officers were dead.
They had to choose. They could either stay
and fight against clearly unwinnable odds,
or they could walk out.
They walked for hundreds and hundreds of miles
through desert and show,
But they made it, Henry.
Read it.
Begin to imagine how you'd prepare for such a journey.
(sings in native language)
(low growling nearby)
(low growling)
(slow, heavy footsteps)
(panting)
(low growling)
(gasps softly)
(door sliding)
Jopson? Are you there?
(men chatter and laugh)
(door slides open)
Where's the fire, Mr. Goodsir?
We need to talk. Now. Please.
| didn't hear the bell, sir.
sounds as though there’s... (strains)
..no one on board.
No-one is, Sir.
It's Captain Fitzjames' Carnivale.
We've just a single watch tonight.
Everyone else is attending.
- That's tonight? - Yes, sir. All night.
Until the sunrise.
See if you can borrow a shotgun off somebody on watch.
| wanna see it.
Well, it's a half-mile from the ship, sir.
| will eat whatever that is on your tray.
Make sure it stays put.
And then you're gonna help me get into my slops.
Yes, sir.
We've been fishing bits of it out of our food,
out of our mouths, this entire journey.
It's a constant ingestion of lead over years.
This could explain David Young's passing,
the men on Beechey...
Why we've seen so many men
come to us with these odd complaints.
This is gonna get worse and worse.
We need to let Command know immediately.
| will think it through and decide on a plan.
What is there to think through?
Your energy is full of panic, Mr. Goodsir.
And that will not help anyone here.
| cannot stand by while--
It is not yours to decide.
| will do. You will not.
Worse and worse, Doctor.
Leave it with me.
(retreating footsteps)
(lively chatter)
- Welcome home, boys! - (cheering)
Now, let's get our hair good and powdered
before that damn sun finds us again.
(cheering)
(snow crunching)
(music and chatter)
How did they manage all this?
(singing in background)
(chatter, laughter and music)
J Hampstead is the place to ruralize J
s Ri-ti-tularize, extramuralize J
J Hampstead is the place to ruralize J
J On a summer's day J
J There you can take a ramble J
J Away from London fogs 7
J Across the Heath you scramble J
J Being mindful of the frogs J
Man: Wa-hoo!
Captain...
(song continues in background)
J There you can take a ramble... J
(whispers)
What do you mean? To where?
Blanky: Francis, you're back with us.
Thomas.
(gunshot)
(men cheering and shouting)
- (thud) - Aagh!
- (shouting) - Come on!
Run! Run! Run! Run!
(cheering)
(gunshot)
(chanting) Oi! Oi! Oi! Of!
(chatter and laughter)
(liquid sloshes)
(Reid slurs) Are we going, then, sir? The men are saying--
Little: Step back, Mr. Reid.
Let me take you back, sir.
Sir?
(water pours)
Is that the Captain?
Come out of that pot. Get dressed. I'm ending this now.
Fitzjames: Francis, this was my idea. All of it.
To get the men ready.
(lively chatter and laughter)
| see now, l... | should... | should have been more vigilant.
Ready?
To walk out.
Gather the men, James.
They deserve to know.
Fitzjames: Men! Captain wishes to speak!
Blanky: Men, gather round!
- (men shouting) - Come along!
(drunken shouting)
Fitzjames: The captain wishes to speak!
Silence, men!
The Captain wishes to speak!
(chatter dies down)
Mr. Hickey. You're not in a stable. Take it outside.
Unless you want that ripped off?
Crozier: Remove your masks.
Let us look one another in the face... as men.
Frozen ships are good shelters.
But they are not our homes.
We've got homes we need to find our way back to.
(men murmur in agreement)
That is what you men are feeling the call of out here tonight,
not in daydreams, but in this temple that you've built...
to honor all that we miss...
(footsteps crunching in snow)
out of nothing and in little time...
with only...vision...
and good work.
| marvel at what you men have made.
All this is more important than you know for what lies ahead.
Let us speak plainly.
In a few hours we welcome the first sunrise of the year.
It will mark the end of...
the worst of a long and...
strange winter.
(clattering)
Strange in ways we will find...
impossible to recount when we are safe and home.
Crozier: To get there, we can hope for a thaw come summer,
but we no longer have the luxury to wait for one.
So as soon as there are enough hours of light in the day
for safe travel, and there are no signs of a break-up,
we will be abandoning both ships
and walking out of here.
(muttering)
South, for the mainland and up Back's Fish River,
to the Hudson Bay Company's Fort Resolution.
Crozier: This will take us overland across the length
of King William Island.
It is not inhabited year-round
but...we will be crossing it during hunting month
and stand a good chance of running into Netsilik people.
They are a good people
who we can greet as friends.
Despite our shortfalls with them,
they will help us, | am certain.
It is an 800-mile journey.
But by then, Lieutenant Fairholme
and the party we sent out last year,
will be on their way back from Fort Resolution
with help and supplies.
(men murmur)
And we have several veterans of overland expeditions
upon whose expertise we can rely.
Dr. MacDonald, Mr. Blanky, Captain Fitz--
(men exclaim)
Make way! Make way!
Let 2a man in.
(flames whooshing)
(speaks native language)
Doc.
Stop him. Hold him!
Hold him!
- (panicked shouting) - Watch out!
Stay back! Stay back!
(stifled moaning)
(panicked shouting continues)
Put it out!
(steam hissing)
Man: Quickly!
Fire! Men!
Man: Men! Fire! There's a fire!
(flames whooshing)
(shouting)
Get back!
(urgent shouting)
(explosions)
Ship's company, to the ice now!
Ship's company, to the ice. Calmly, men!
Man: To the ice, men, to the ice!
(shouting)
(panicked shouting)
(screaming)
This way! Through the kitchen!
Go through the kitchen!
(panicked shouting)
Man: It's blocked. We can't get through this way!
We need a lever! A spar, an oar!
Bring an oar!
(flames whooshing)
(shouting from inside)
Argh! No! No, no, no, no!
No! No!
Dr. MacDonald: Get back or I'll drop the bloody thing!
Get back!
(panicked shouting)
(screaming)
Man: Oar coming through!
(whooshing and rumbling)
On my count. Three, two, one.
(wood splintering)
Man: You're crushing him! Don't crush him!
Stand back, I'm cutting through! Stand back!
Give him room!
Stand back!
(knife plunges in and cuts)
(panicked shouting)
Hurry up!
Come on!
(man calls out order)
(coughing)
(fire crackling)
(footsteps crunching)
James... go back.
Others can do this.
Come on. They need you on Erebus.
These men need names yet.
I'll have a tally later.
Sir, I've been sending half to Erebus, half to Terror,
so we can be sure of having enough supplies.
Lady Silence I've sent to you. She should be there by now.
Thank you, Dr. Goodsir.
| should be going, too, only | don't know if Dr. Peddie's
gone to Terror or Erebus. | didn't see him to ask.
Captain...
| heard Tom Hartnell say we lost Dr. Peddie as well.
| can help Mr. Goodsir, if he'll have me.