Dickens: | do this for a good friend.
And | hope you will agree that there is no more holy thing
in this world than a friend in need.
In my case, it is the estimable Lady Jane Franklin
who wishes to address you...
...under rather urgent circumstances.
Thank you, Mr. Dickens.
Many of you will have become aware, no doubt,
of the mystery beginning to surround
The Admiralty are doing what they can.
But the urgency to find my husband and his men,
and the enormity of that icy province
in which they are lost...
leads me here to you.
Now, | know that many of you are very generous patrons
of charities and of the arts.
| wonder if you might be induced
to subscribe next, not to another cultural society...
...but to a smart little ship.
into which my husband and more than a hundred other good men
have bravely sailed...
and vanished.
(murmuring)
| feel it is certain that Sir John and his lost heroes
will be found, and soon, by our intrepid rescue mission.
Now, which of you good people would like to see
your name published among its patrons?
(laughs nervously)
(wind howling)
| was going to start pulling him by his feet.
Why don’'t | give you a hand?
| was... | was trying to recognize if | knew him.
Is this...? Is this friend or...? Or...?
Hey.
That won't change what we do for him.
(stones crunching underfoot)
It's Mr. Honey, the carpenter.
| recognize his neckerchief.
- You all right, lad? - (sniffs) Yes, sir.
Francis, we can't possibly bury them all.
We've 32 dead as well as 23 unaccounted for.
Lieutenant Hodgson included.
We're glassing every horizon.
It may be that one or two who ran out in the fog
will still find their way back to us like your ship's boy did.
We've no sign of Dr. Goodsir?
He'd never have gone off with those men of his own volition.
Do you imagine that this man may return to us, Mr. Bridgens?
If Private Heather remained a mystery to the doctors,
| have no hope of solving this.
What explains this... this similar state...
when their injuries could not be more different?
All | can bring to mind is the example of a diary...
with all the entries removed.
It's still a book, yes.
But...
blank pages now.
We set sail from Greenhithe three years ago...
with 133 men aboard.
Who could have imagined such grief would come to us?
We've no choice now but to carry it with us as we go.
To bring home the names of our dead.
So that their loved ones can find solace
knowing that... friendship...
...and courage were with them till the very end.
So take up the word with me, men.
- South! - All* South!
We march south.
Prepare for departure, men.
Crozier: Burn our dead, Thomas.
Let them be warm as they go.
And the supplies we cannot carry?
If Hickey's band are waiting us out to loot the camp?
Some of the men with him made their choice out of fear.
I'll not take away any chance they have to survive.
We may meet them yet again.
And if we do, | want them to make a different choice.
Leave our supplies in a tidy pile.
As an offering.
| want the men with Hickey to know that's how we meant it.
More than God loves them.
(fires crackling)
And pull!
(rumbling and muttering)
(melancholy music)
(shivering)
(wind whistling)
(rocks clunk)
Men!
(boat sled rumbling over rocks)
Men!
Men! Here!
Hickey: Lieutenant, what a miracle!
Drink. Drink up.
Ah.
The others?
What's become of them?
They've moved on.
(gasps for breath)
Have you hunted anything?
There’'s no game here.
But we have food.
You...
have things in hand, then?
There's still a place for you here.
If you want it.
(sleds rumbling over rocks)
(tense music)
(grunting and groaning)
(groaning)
Crozier: One, two, three, heave!
Heave!
(grunts)
Stop, lads!
It's the heat that | can't... | can't stand.
Whoa!l
(faint chatter in background)
- (wind whistling) - Man: All right?
(chatter in background)
(stones crunch underfoot)
Are you comfortable, James?
(coughing in background)
I'm sorry.
What in heaven for?
How you were walking at all will puzzle me
the rest of my days. You've got holes in you, James.
That shot was fired six years ago.
It's going to murder me yet.
But if it doesn't, it's going to make that Chinese sniper story
you're so fond of recounting a half hour longer to tell.
(laughs)
Mr. Bridgens has dressed your wounds.
He thinks he can make up a plaster tonight...
that’ll keep them shut till we can get them healing again.
Hm. There's time.
There's time.
| know your thoughts, Lieutenant.
| was thinking...
about a wedding | attended...
in which they served an American ham, from Virginia.
I've never tasted better.
Then | was half right.
What did you imagine me thinking?
We've eaten from these tins of mystery
for years now, haven't we?
Without ever really knowing what was in 'em.
Veal cutlets, tomato.
Hm. What could that be?
Really?
Pieces of horse?
A street dog?
Does it matter now?
No.
All that matter is we were willing to eat it
and it served our needs.
Is that about right?
(wind howling)
Hickey: But our needs have changed, Lieutenant.
We need to ask ourselves...
what are we willing to eat next?
| only hauled part of the day.
My knees feel like they've got glass in them.
It'll get worse, this.
How?
For what should | prepare?
To die, Mr. Gibson.
Because all your joints will soon feel
as if they are full of glass.
Elbows, neck.
Your knuckles.
The little joints in your toes.
Oh, and your hips.
| expect that will stop you from sleeping
from the moment it begins.
Are you not well, Billy?
It's in my knees a bit.
(Gibson moans softly)
Can he still haul tomorrow?
I'd be very surprised.
| can... | can...
Hey, be calm, Billy.
- Be calm. - Hm-mm.
Hm-mm.
We'll make the best of a bad situation.
Like we always have.
Gibson: | wouldn't either, Doctor.
Goodsir: What's that, Mr. Gibson?
Gibson: Comfort us.
Any of us.
We're...
(Gibson screams weakly)
(tense music)
Little: Sir!
The sweep party has come in with a sighting.
If Hickey's group's split, they'll be trying to flank us.
No, sir. It's the creature.
They said they saw it lurching around off to the west,
down along the wrack.
It came in then headed back to the ice and disappeared.
It didn't seem to detect us.
Lurching, you say?
Wounded, perhaps?
- It's been injured twice now. - (Fitzjames yells)
(Fitzjames screams)
All this jostling around is beginning to hurt him, sir.
Camp here!
We’'re fully through with the salt meats now.
What we have left, beyond the tins,
amounts mostly to biscuits...
tea and chocolates.
Sir...
our pace has slowed...
hauling some of the ill in the boats.
If we can extend this temporary camp for...
for more than a few days then...
we can allow the ill to rest here...
while the bulk of us proceed south.
We can hopefully find game and...
and trek back for the others
once we have something more to offer them.
Jopson: We send out hunting parties every day.
What you're suggesting would be a death sentence...
for those men.
Some, surely.
But not for all of us.
As you said yourself, Captain,
our journey is still a long one.
The men know how tired they are.
And they know why.
It's a reasonable logic...
and | don't fault anyone for... following it.
But | am going to make myself perfectly clear.
That is not our way.
If we are to deposit anything with a view to return...
at some later date...
they will be things... not men.
I'd rather we leave our tents behind and sleep two to a sack,
like the orphans we are,
than leave one man alone with last burdens.
And | speak not only of James.
I'll not leave any one of you alone either.
(Fitzjames gags)
The hartshorn and camphor is having very little effect, sir.
(gasps in pain)
I'm... I'm not Christ.
My... My body...
use it.
Feed the men.
Francis...
(rasps)
God wants you to live.
He wants you to live.
The muscles are in spasm, sir. They've gone rigid.
(Fitzjames gasps)
Francis...
Help me. Help me.
(whispers) Help me out of it.
(sobs)
Are you certain... James?
Hm? Are you certain?
Leave us, Mr. Bridgens.
Sir...
if | may.
Use this.
His reflexes will try to spit it out.
You'll have to help it down.
Like this.
It was an honor serving you, sir.
(Bridgens sniffs) You're a good man.
There will be poems.
(cork squeaks)
(gasps weakly)
Do you wish to speak, sir?
| said a service with him last night.
Just the two of us.
Let the others pray over him if they like.
Then hide him in the landscape, Edward.
(clears throat) Make him invisible.
| don't want him found and pawed.
Yes, sir.
If we'd had our wits about us,
Chambers and | would have taken a shot.
How far out from camp was this?
Not more than a mile now, sir.
West of us again. We were down wind.
He's tracking us. Or trying to.
Lieutenant Little, gather the men.
- We'll discuss the strategy. - Sir.
(rocks crunching underfoot)
We need higher ground.
Put all the sick in the middle and...
face it down with all the ammo we've got.
I've got a strategy, Francis.
You cut inland a bit...
and | drive it back out onto the ice.
- Not possible. - Yeah, it is.
| smell like a thousand-year-old armpit.
| mean permission not granted!
I'm not saying goodbye to two friends in one day.
Between me and you, Francis, I'm done for.
If you need to ride in a damn boat,
I'll put you there myself!
Mr. Weeks can make another one.
They're going to have to cut it a lot higher this time.
And that's only for the time being.
Best not make me or Mr. Bridgens go through that, shall we?
Bleeding hell, Thomas. Why didn't you speak up?
| kept it tidy. No one could have done a better job.
(exhales deeply) Jesus Christ!
God!
Francis, we both know what's coming for me now!
At least love me enough to admit it.
(wind whistling)
What do you need?
I've got half a pouch...
for my last smoke.
That'll do for me.
(sighs deeply)
But I'll take some forks off you and the men.
- 40 or 50. - Forks?
Aye, and a piece of rope.
Enough to go round me a few times.
-F...7? - 15 feet should do it.
- (laughs) -You're mad.
(cackles loudly)
(Crozier bursts out laughing)
(Crozier laughs)
(boat sleds rumbling over rocks)
(distant chatter)
Come on, lads, push it!
(grunting and groaning)
Le Vesconte: Man down!
(panting)
(gasping)
Henry. Henry.
John.
Can | sleep?
Yes.
Help me get him up.
- (groans) - Hold on, Henry.
- (groaning) = No. No.
(gasps)
(grunting)
Can someone... tell me, please...
if they also see that bird?
(rasping breaths)
(boat sled rumbling over rocks)
Tozer: They've made camp again. About six miles away.
There was a friendly face among them.
They're pitching all their tents now.
They must plan to be there a while.
Make our camp here, then.
(wind howling)
In the bosom of this hill.
Stay here, Sergeant.
Mr. Goodsir.
I'll not do this.
It's why you were brought.
You're an anatomist.
You've cut up more bodies than you can probably now remember.
20. I've performed on 20.
Why?
And don't say, "For my education.”
You did so for the greater benefit of others.
For the sick.
For the dying.
In hopes of helping them.
That is exactly where we are now.
You've murdered this man... whom you now wish to eat,
and you're unwilling to butcher his flesh yourself.
But you will have to.
We do not know which parts--
Yes, you do. Of course you do.
If... If I'm reading right your accent, Mr. Hickey,
you grew up in a home where you'd have to use
every part of any meat or fowl your mam could procure.
So if you want to eat your friend...
you're going to have to cut into him yourself.
Do not ask me again.
| am now deciding...
which parts of Lieutenant Hodgson...
| will cut into first...
for every hour you refuse to apply yourself to this.
You will stand apart no longer.
I'll give you some adyvice.
Don't indulge your morals over your practicals.
Not now.
Don't you also want to live?
Sit with it an hour...
and then... we'll consider your choice made.
(wind gusts)
Hodgson: I'm not troubling any of you.
- Des Voeux: Stand up, Lieutenant! - You'll break my hand that way!
Let him be! Let him be!
Give me 40 minutes!
(wind whistling)
(Blanky yells in pain)
(groans)
(gasping and panting)
(wind howling)
(suspenseful music)
(optimistic music building)
(vells triumphantly and laughs)
(optimistic music building)
(chuckles)
Mr. Goodsir!
Come out!
Hodgson: Dr. Goodsir?
Dr. Goodsir.
One summetr...
when | was seven...
my parents sent me to live with two aunts...
in Oxfordshire.
| did not want to go.
The elderly have that effect on children.
But they loved me...
and l... grew to love them.
They were... Papists.
| came to find, devout.
Each Sunday, they would leave me with a housemaid...
while they attended a Catholic Mass.
| was frightened for them.
I'd been told they were doing some great unforgivable thing.
Then, one morning, they took me with them.
| was shaking.
The service was not the...
howling spectacle of sin I'd imagined, but...
It was beautiful.
The singing... sounded delivered by angels themselves.
When it came time for the Eucharist, I...
found myself moved to step forward.
My aunts were surprised, but pleased, | could see.
| took the wafer on my tongue...
drank from the chalice.
| felt clean.
With the body and blood of Christ within me...
| felt forgiven of every poor, weak...
or selfish thing within my soul.
It was a perfect moment...
in a whole... imperfect life.
The next week...
when it came time to dress, |I...
| pretended to be ill.
They knew | was pretending.
To this day, | don't know why | did it.
They never asked me to join them again.
We never spoke of it.
It was the last, and only, time
| stepped into a Papist church.
But, tonight...
when | close my eyes...
I'm there.
If | were a braver man...
I'd kill Mr. Hickey, though it would mean my death too.
But I'm hungry.
I'm hungry, and | want to live.
(swallows)
(sniffs)
(exhales and inhales deeply)
(continues deep breathing)
Where?
It's got Crozier's group a very scant few miles ahead of here.
And ours a very few miles behind.
It'll find one of us or the other. | have no doubt about it.
Can we bait it? In their direction.
We should return to the ships. I've seen the charts, Cornelius.
We're barely a quarter of the way.
We've seen more signs of melt. Mr. Des Voeux sighted birds.
If we head back immediately, we can be assured
of getting back to Terror and Erebus
before they have enough open water to leave.
We can keep a loyal crew.
We can head away from this place, away from this devil.
Well, you finally sound frightened, Solomon.
We don't want to meet this thing again.
We can’'t beat it.
That's a queer melody for a Marine.
| saw that thing murder Mr. Collins.
You've told me.
| didn’'t tell you all.
| haven't told anyone all.
Do you believe a man has a soul?
How have you come to that belief?
Have you seen one?
| have.
| saw Mr. Collins's soul.
| know that's what it was.
And | watched that creature...
ingest it.
Feed on it.
Watched it happen from...
a few yards away. I'm not mistaken.
It breathed that man's soul in.
Oh!
If it's following the Captain's group now,
let's take that opportunity and get as many miles
between us as we can.
Get back to the ships and be there when the leads open.
Not here. Not here.
This does mean a new plan.
Can you signal to our friend ahead?
Yes.
(sighs)
Peglar's voice: The C the C,
the open C.
It grew so fresh. The ever free.
The ever free. The ever free.
Withoutit...
Guard it or run to the Earth...
above the regions round.
I love the C.
Mr. Bridgens.
Pilkington: He's been up there since morning.
What's he doing?
Listening to his thoughts.
(fire crackling)
Does he know yet we got his message through?
He's not been down.
And | dare not go up.
Are we waiting for his permission?
No.
But we need the boat.
And so we need enough men with us to haul it.
This needn’t be a second mutiny.
He'll see reason.
I'd rather take our chances without the boat
and get there much faster.
We can beat the thaw and get across the ice back to the ship.
We'll do what we have to do, Tommy.
But we'll do it tomorrow.
(tent fabric flapping)
At ease, Jopson.
At ease.
Something | can do for you, sir?
Yes.
You can lie there, not feeling well...
while | try and cheer you up...
by telling you the story of the time
anyone ever let me ride a cow.
| know that story ends with you head first in a compost heap.
Mm-hm.
Well, would you like to hear it or not?
(melancholy music)
Yes.
(water sloshing)
The cow in question... it belonged to a neighbor.
- Foley. -Yes.
Coilin Foley.
He used to kick that cow when he wanted it to move.
It never wanted to move.
She just stood in her grass meadow all day long.
Which is why us children thought
she'd be a safe one to climb up.
So, the first trick was... getting on top of the thing.
(music muffles speech)
- You're certain of this? - Saw it, sir.
Through the glass. It's there.
How wide would you guess it to be?
Wide enough for our boats. Yes, sir.
Weeks. This could save us weeks of travel.
If the ice opens up enough, we could row across the strait and into the river.
- Shall we scout it properly? - Without delay.
(fire crackling)
(tense music)
Sir!
Bobby!
There's no need for any violence.
It's you we were sent for, Captain.
Only you.
Then drop your arms.
We'll not fire on you and you'll not fire on us.
Magnus!
- (groans) - Hold your fire, damn you!
(Hartnell breathes raggedly)
(squeaks)
You did well. You did so well, son.
Go on.
Go be with your brother now.
(tense music)
Stand up, please.
I'll come with you.
Sir.
And you'll let the rest of these men go.
You have our word.
We will, however, take your arms.
Gun down, Edward.
Come back for Hartnell's body.
Bury him.
Then keep moving South as planned.
Don't wait for me.
If 1 can, I'll catch up.
Sir.
You are to lead the men forward, Edward.
(wind howling)
You and the others will live.
| understand the order, sir.
Let me hear it.
We will live.
(melancholy music)
(wind howling)
(rocks crunching underfoot)
(low growling)
(heavy footsteps and growling)
What in the name of God took you so fucking long?
(creature snorts)
- (laughs maniacally) - (creature growls)
(tense music)