All language subtitles for Eliza Fraser 1976-en

MAN: Char! Char!

MAN: Char!

What?

It's six o'clock.

What's the rush?

I have an appointment, an urgent one,
in half an hour.

Would you mind getting dressed?

Are you always as charming as this?

I have an urgent appointment to keep.

Would you mind
getting dressed?

Ha!

Who in God's name are you?
And who might I ask are you?

I... I'm terribly sorry.

I... I thought you were my wife.

I can assure you that I am not.

And seeing this is how you behave,
I am not at all sorry.

Sir, will you kindly explain yourself?

I'm Captain Rory Mc Bryde,
late of His Majesty's navy.

I don't think we've met.

I'm terribly sorry, Captain Mc Bryde.

I had been led to believe
that my wife may be with you.

I'm Martin Cameron, landowner.

I'm sorry we've met
under these circumstances.

So am I, dammit.

I'm not used to
this sort of humiliation.

Would you kindly take your leave?

Indeed, sir. Uh, madam.

I'm most truly sorry.

For seven generations, the Frasers
have been seafarers, Mrs Shortland.

The only one to break the tradition
has been my brother, uh, Duncan.

I'm ashamed to confess, Mrs Shortland,

but I've chosen to settle here
in the colony.

Why be ashamed of that?

I think Sydney's a wonderful town.
Don't you think so, Captain?

I shall be very sorry to leave it.

The colony has a vigour
which I find pleasing,

but Eliza is missing
the mists of her native Scotland

and our young son,
who is, um, staying with her mother.

And is this your last voyage?
It is. It is.

I've sailed many ships over many seas

but the rigours of command
are proving too much.

Age and ill health
are catching up with me.

I ll health?
Nothing too serious I hope, Captain.

Serious enough.

Gout, tropical fever,
cramps of the stomach, arms and legs,

and on occasions,
my bunions are crippling.

Y et, Eliza's been a godsend.

These long voyages
would've been unbearable

if it hadn't been
for her tender ministrations.

Ah, Fraser!
Mrs Fraser, Mrs Shortland.

I wonder if I could
have a word with you.

Oh... Excuse me.

Ladies.

Now, what is it Mc Bryde?
I need your help.

I want to get out of this hellhole.

Can you take me as guest
on your voyage to London?

I'm damned if I will!

You squander your money gambling,

you philander among
the colony's womenfolk,

you've had your captain's certificate
revoked

for throwing an official into the bay...

I berth my ships where I like,
not where some petty official tells me.

You're reckless and irresponsible.
Damned if I'll have you on my ship.

Besides, he came to no harm.
Didn't even catch a cold.

Come on, as a fellow sea captain,
you owe it to me.

I owe you nothing, Mc Bryde.
It's all your own fault.

You can't expect me
to be sorry for you.

I served under you for three years
as first mate.

Three years of faithful service.

The worst three years
I ever spent at sea.

Pig-headed, stubborn, careless -
I don't know how you became a master.

Oh, enough of this, Fraser.

As a fellow sea captain and a friend,
will you help me get to London?

Fair breeze, M r Brown.
Indeed, sir.

Legend has you as a man of action,
Captain.

But I remember you discussing

the work of Wordsworth
with admirable sensibility.

Ah, yes, Wordsworth.

"When oft upon my couch I lie..."

"In vacant or in pensive mood."

"They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude."

He is paying you
too much attention, Eliza.

Brown's noticing. The crew are noticing.

And I am noticing.

You're imagining it, James.
I'm not imagining it.

You know what the man's like.

You're placing your reputation
in jeopardy.

Nonsense. We have
a common interest in poetry.

Shush, shush, poetry.

The only poetry Mc Bryde's ever read

are those lurid penny ballads sold
in the backstreets of Portsmouth.

Sit down and eat your meal, James.

You're beginning to make me angry.

And a very good evening to you both.

I say, something
smells wonderful. What is it?

Turnips.

Ah, it's a long time
since you ate turnips, Fraser.

Lamb, I'll warrant, or pork.
Pork.

Ah, see? I was right.

Lamb and pork are the only two meats
we have on board.

So what else could you be but right?

James, will you please
try to be civil?

Otherwise I shall take my food
and eat in my cabin.

No, I don't agree with you.

I don't agree with you in the slightest.

But Fraser, the great circle system

has revolutionised
the whole of maritime practice.

I can't for the life of me
understand why you aren't using it.

I've been using the Euclidean system
for the last 35 years.

I have no intention of changing now.

But the great circle method
was introduced over seven years ago.

It's far more accurate and...

And what?

.. and...

And... what?

.. safe.

I had been wondering just how long
it would take you to get to that.

What?

You know damn well
what I'm talking about.

Alright, now you've brought it up
I may as well be honest -

if you'd been using
the great circle system

you would never have run
your last ship aground.

Mc Bryde!

We have been sailing now
for only five days.

As far as I'm concerned,
it's five days too long.

As of this moment

you are no longer travelling
to London aboard this ship.

I'm about to tell Brown
to change course

and steer for the penal colony
at Moreton Bay

where you can wait for another ship

whose captain
is ignorant or stupid or both

takes you the rest of the way.

But James...

You'll be quiet or I'll put you off too.

SOLDIER: Move on, you dogs.

Go on. Move it, now. Move it.

Come on, now.

Go on. Go on. Go on.

Welcome, scum.

Come on. Pick up your chains.

Go on, you. Go on.

What is your name, convict?

Uh, Graham, sir. John Graham.

Have him flogged, Sergeant,
then deliver him to my quarters.

What is your name, convict?

David Bracefell, sir.

Have him flogged, Sergeant,
then deliver him to my quarters.

I am Captain Fyans.

Her Majesty has seen fit to appoint me
commandant of Moreton Bay.

Within a day you will hate me.
Within a week you will wish me dead.

I do not like my work.

I'm gentle by nature -
gentle and refined.

But I'm also conscientious.

And as society expects me to exact
its price on you for your sins...

.. I will exact it.

Let them witness the floggings,
Sergeant.

The convict Graham and the convict
Bracefell are to be punished.

They will each receive 10 lashes
from M r Figg.

Argh.

Bad?

Is it bad?

The pain - is it bad?

Bad? Of course it's...

.. it's bad.

Buck up.
What?

Buck up. Only two to go.

Good.

Last one.
Good.

Argh.

Now it's my turn.

Good.

I see you've been here before,
Graham.

Uh, yes, sir. Uh, years ago.
M uch bigger now, of course.

Really gone ahead.
Hmm.

David Bracefell,
deserted ship, Port Jackson.

Why did you do that, Bracefell?

Your record shows that you've already
passed your mate's certificate

and had excellent prospects
for an early command.

I fell in love
with a young girl in Sydney, sir.

Oh, and you couldn't bear
to leave her.

No, sir.

How very noble.

Bracefell, I'm appointing you
my personal orderly.

The last prisoner to fill that position
proved unsatisfactory.

I'm sure we'll have no trouble with you.

Sergeant, show convict Bracefell
to his quarters.

Graham, I ' m looking for a reliable man

to let me know what the prisoners
are discussing amongst themselves.

I feel it makes me understand them
a little better.

Do you follow me?

Of course, sir. Of course.

If you discharge your duties
satisfactorily,

your sentence
will be reduced considerably.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

You may find yourself flogged
now and again for no apparent reason.

But don't take any offence.

It's... it's just a little trick of mine

to keep your fellow prisoners
from suspecting you.

You follow me?

Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Come in.

Captain, there's a brigantine
approaching the quay.

A brigantine?

How intriguing.

So, you're leaving the ship, Captain?

Yes, I've heard so much
about Moreton Bay

I thought I should stop off and see it,
take the next boat.

If you'll accept me as a guest.
Of course.

But we never know
when the next ship's coming.

You may be here for some time.

If the hospitality this evening

is any indication
of what I might expect in the future

then a long stay
would be no hardship.

Well said. Wine, Captain?

Thank you.

And this is your last voyage,
Captain Fraser?

That is correct, Captain Fyans.

A toast to it. Wine, Graham.

Safe voyage.

By God, Fraser,
watch the reefs north of here.

We had a ship through here four years
ago that ran straight into them.

The captain was an idiot who couldn't
read his charts properly.

Nevertheless, it pays to be careful.

If you don't mind, Captain Fyans,

I think I shall retire.

Eliza.

I think I'll finish my meal, James.

I've arranged for you and Mrs Fraser
to have adjoining rooms.

The married quarters are taken up
by my officers and their wives.

That will be fine.

Eliza has begun to complain
about my snoring,

so perhaps it's just as well.

No, no, no. Don't get up.

I'll ask a guard to direct me.

Did I say something out of place?

Ahh.

Hey, give it over.

Anything that's going,
half of it's mine, right?

That's the rule.
What rule?

My rule.

What happened to you?

Oh, well, what's it look like?
I was beaten up.

What, by the soldiers?

No, by the prisoners.

Oh? What did they do that for?
Oh, how should I know?

He was bashed
because he's Fyans's new spy.

Fyans's spy? Hah.

That's absolute and utter rubbish.
Nah!

Every time Fyans...
.. gets a new batch of prisoners in,

he gets somebody to spy for him
and somebody to warm his bed for him.

And you don't look much
like Fyans's bed boy.

Bed boy?

Um...

Is, um...

Is Captain Fyans a... a bit funny?

Oh, he's a regular scream.

My God, what
a faux pas, as the French would say.

Your husband was the captain
who hit the reef?!

What a faux pas, Mc Bryde.

I don't blame you
for getting off the ship.

My dear lady, I do hope
you get to London safely.

I don't find it all that amusing, Captain.

My husband and some of the crew

nearly lost their lives in that shipwreck.

You're right. You're right.
My remarks were in very poor taste.

Graham, wine!

A toast!

To Mrs Fraser - if not the first,

then certainly
the most beautiful lady

ever to grace the shores
of Moreton Bay.

No, no.

Not enough.

The most beautiful lady
to grace the shores of this colony.

I'll drink to that!

Come on, Mc Bryde, why so sad?

The most beautiful woman
to grace the shores of this colony

and tomorrow she sails.

She sails.
Rory, you're embarrassing me.

I think we all appreciate you have
a fine carrot there, Bracefell.

Would you mind putting it on a plate?

The sergeant will show you
to your quarters.

If you want anything,
don't hesitate to call the guard.

Goodnight, Mc Bryde.
Goodnight.

Goodnight, dear lady.
Goodnight, Captain.

The moon and the stars -

nature compensates
for man's bestiality.

Eliza...

Move on, Sergeant.
We'll be with you shortly.

Eliza, do you realise
we may never meet again?

Yes, I do.

Are you sad?

Yes, Rory, I am.

Very, very sad.

I have my faults,
and one of them, no doubt,

is to tamper
with the affections of women.

But in God's name, Eliza,
you're not one of them.

Rory, the sergeant's waiting.
Well, damn the sergeant.

In all these weeks
we've not so much as kissed.

Let me come to you tonight, please.
Rory.

This world owes us
one night's happiness.

Please, please, we'll be noticed.

Oh, you must say yes.

You must.

Yes. Yes.

Wait an hour or so
until everyone's asleep.

And for God's sake,
don't stand loitering in the corridor.

James is just next door.

My love.

Lead on, Sergeant.

Goodnight, Captain.

Thank you, Sergeant.

I can't seem to get it off, sir.

My fault, Bracefell.

I played a little trick on you.
I flexed my toes.

Try now.

Not a very amusing trick, I'm afraid,

but one is driven to any kind
of diversion in this hellhole.

Yes, sir.

Uh, will there be anything else, sir?

Yes, there will, Bracefell.

I like my bed warmed.
I can't stand cold sheets.

Oh, um...

Uh, how do I do that, sir?
How?

Get into the bed, of course.
How do you think?

In it?
In it!

Good God, man,
don't you understand English?

Take your clothes off, get into bed
and call me when it's warm.

Uh, I'd rather not, sir.

My God! I'm not going to have trouble
with you too, am I?

Do you know what happened
to my last orderly?

He had the skin flayed off his back.

I'm not a naturally vindictive man,
Bracefell.

Don't force me to be unpleasant.

Now, for the last time, take off
your clothes and get in that bed

and tell me when it's warm.

Do you know, Bracefell, you remind me
terribly much of myself at your age.

Spirit. Yes, I had spirit.

And love. Yes, I was in love.

Oh, it's a cruel world, Bracefell.

It's a cruel world, as you'll soon find out.

How's the bed? Warm?
Yes, sir. Can I get out now?

Stay where you are, Bracefell, dear boy.

I want to check
you're not telling me a lie.

Bracefell?

Come on, my little chicken,
don't be shy.

Speaking of chickens, the cook says

there's some lovely cold lamb
in the kitchen

if you'd care for
something with your cocoa.

Sergeant, my orderly has made off.

Scour the compound.
He must be here somewhere.

Yes, sir.

SOLDIER 1: He's not in there.
SOLDIER 2: Bloody wild goose chase.

Rory! Thank God.

Shh, don't say anything.

There seems to be some sort of
disturbance in the compound.

Shh! Don't talk. I'll listen
and see if James is still snoring.

FY ANS: Any sign of him, Sergeant?
Not down there, sir.

Take your men past the main gate.
R ight, sir.

Rory, this is wrong.

It shouldn't be like this.

SOLDIER: Come on, over this way!

Oh, dammit,
I shouldn't have drunk so much.

I never in a million years
dreamt that it could be like this.

Never.

Do you make all your conquests
feel like I do? Hmm?

You're not nearly as broad
across the shoulders as I'd imagined.

Do you pad them?

Hmm?

Rory?

Don't be offended.

You're still very beautiful.

Rory, please don't be offended.

Please, Mrs Fraser, don't.
Please. They'll hang me.

Please.

Even if you do escape the compound,

there's nothing but bush
for hundreds of miles.

I'll have a better chance out there
than I will in here.

Oh, my God.

I have made love to a man
I don't even know

and that man is in fear of his life.

May the Lord save us
from further misfortune.

Quick!

Eliza, it's me, Rory.

Eliza.

Oh, Eliza.

Eliza, my love.

Rory.

You don't know how long
I've waited for this moment.

Me too. It's just that...
I'm so very, very tired.

It may take years
but, by God, we'll meet again.

By God, we will.

This night will give me strength.

I'm so tired.
Then let my passion awake you.

Rory?

What's the matter, Rory?

Too much drink,
that's all that's the matter.

Oh, well, never mind.

Let's just hug each other.
H ug each other?!

MY... My dear, Eliza,

I'm the greatest lover in the colony.

Oh, damn that drink.

Damn, damn.

Damn!

Damn.

Damn them.

Damn.

Damn!

FRASER: Eliza!

Damn!

Who is it?

It's me. James.

Come in, James. The door's not locked.

What on earth is going on out there?
I don't know.

Perhaps the soldiers patrol like this
every night.

Damn keen, that's all I can say.

Woke me up.

They are noisy.
Yes.

Eliza, this is going to be hard
for me to say, but...

.. I'm sorry.

Hmm?
No, no, no, no.

I've... I've been behaving very badly
towards you lately.

But now that the cause
has been removed,

I... I think things will be different.

What cause, James?

Well, that damned, insolent,
conceited, know-it-all,

swaggering, loudmouthed boor,
Mc Bryde.

You must admit, he's an utterly
tiresome wretch, Eliza.

You must admit that.

Well, he... does have his weaknesses.

Eliza...

.. things will be normal again.

I feel they're normal already.

Oh, Eliza, it's been too long
since we embraced!

No, James, not tonight.
I'm... so very tired.

What do you mean you can't find him?
He can't have escaped!

We've looked everywhere, sir.

My God, what have I been given
in place of soldiers? Barrow-boys?!

I want every soldier out of bed
and thrown into the search,

or by God, I ' ll have
those stripes off your arm

if you don't catch him by morning.

Sir!

R ight! Bennett, Mc Pherson,
Law, get over here on the double!

It's not often I feel like this,
but when I do, you reject me.

I know, James, dear.
But I'm very tired and so are you.

But...
We've got a hectic day.

Eliza!
James.

Damned inconsiderate of her.

Hmm!

Mc BRYDE: I'll fix him!
I'll fix that old fool one day!

I must say, Eliza,
you didn't exactly stand up for me.

Oh, well, I had to say something, Rory.

Well, at least he's gone.

Oh, Eliza!
Oh!

Rory! No, no! Ooh, you must go.
It's too dangerous!

You must go! You must!
But Eliza!

This is our last night together!

It certainly is!
And it's ended right now.

Oh!

And now...
what am I going to do about you?

Soldier!

Psst!

Who goes there?

Anyone there?

Oh!

It's you, Mrs Fraser.
Yes. I couldn't sleep.

I decided to take a walk,
but there's such a commotion.

Bad night for a walk, missus.
Convict's escaped.

Oh, my goodness! Really?!

Oh! Could I see inside
your sentry box?

I've always wanted to see inside
a sentry box.

It's beautiful!
Aye.

SOLDIER: He's got to be
around here somewhere.

I don't know.

This, uh, convict who's escaped,

is he dangerous?

Not to one of His Majesty's army,
ma'am.

I must confess, I feel very safe
standing next to you, soldier.

Thank you.
What is your name?

Bruce, ma'am.
Bruce.

Bruce Mclver.

Oh, what a charming name!

What a charming face.

Oh.
Do you mind me speaking so frankly?

No, ma'am. Not at all.

Uh... Bruce,

do you know what I would like
more than anything else in the world?

Ma'am?

I would like you to kiss me.

Now?

While I'm on duty?

Yes! I've wanted it
from the moment I first saw you.

Didn't you notice me looking at you?

Actually I... I did.

Kiss me!

Bruce!

Oh!

Oh, Bruce!

You are a real man!

Thank you!

Thank... thank you, ma'am.

Oh, just one thing, soldier.

Don't mention this to anyone.

My husband is a violent
and insanely jealous man.

Mclver!

Oh, it's you, Sergeant.

Has anyone been this way?

No, sir. No-one.

There's been no-one come past
this way, sir. Absolutely no-one!

Captain, Mrs Fraser, I'm obliged
to wish you a prosperous future.

I hope we meet again.

Thank you, Captain.

Perhaps we will.

Hmm.

What of the young orderly, Captain?

Bracefell?
Will you send your men after him?

Perhaps, Mrs Fraser, but my feeling is

he'll be back as soon as
the pangs of hunger start to bite.

There's nothing out there
but hell swamps of heat,

pestilence, reptiles
and murderous savages.

It's a cursed land we're in.

What else can you expect of a country
that hangs upside down

on the nether end of creation?

Even the Dutch wouldn't take it.

But what will happen to him
if he returns, Captain?

He'll be made sorry for his misdeeds,
Mrs Fraser.

Very sorry.

Thank you for your hospitality,
Captain Fyans.

Not at all.

Better luck with the reef this time.

Yes, well,
I'm an experienced sailor, Fyans.

I learn by my mistakes.

About 150 miles north
of Moreton Bay, Captain.

Look, I say we put ashore.

We're near out of fresh water,
the boat's leaking

and we're being burnt by the sun!

There are cannibals on that shore,
Darge. Cannibals.

Do you think I'm mad?

Would I put ashore amongst cannibals?

The natives are not cannibals.
I know!

You want us beheaded and roasted on
a spit, Darge? Is that what you want?

You don't put ashore soon, Captain,
you'll have cannibals in your boat.

That's no way to speak
to your captain.

I'm telling you, Brown,

a few more days like this,
we'll be drawing lots.

Stop that!

What do you mean, "drawing lots"?

Don't listen to them, Mrs Fraser.

But what do you mean? Draw lots?

It's an old seafaring custom

among shipwrecked sailors
with no food, ma'am.

They draw lots.

Him what loses gets ate.

Stop that, Youlden! Stop it!

Do you think we're demonic heathens?
Stop it!

With all due respect, Captain,

we're making little headway
against this breeze.

It might be wise to put ashore
till the wind changes.

We can look for water, caulk the hole.

We're starting to ship
a lot of water, Captain.

Oh.

Very well.

We'll put ashore
at the nearest freshwater stream.

No-one is to leave the beach,
do you understand? No-one!

Brown will take charge of the musket.

Then we'll put to sea again
when the wind changes to the south.

We've waited three days
for the wind to change, Captain.

It could blow up the coast for a year!

We are not travelling overland, Darge.
I've told you that twice.

We have a gun, sir.

We could stick close to the shore,
shoot game.

The boat's leaking like a sieve.
We are not going overland!

There are savages in that jungle.
Savages! And we have one musket!

Well, we haven't seen any savages, sir.

And I'm getting bloody tired
of sitting here on this beach.

We're staying
till the wind changes, Youlden.

I'll thank you not to speak
to your captain so insolently.

Well, damn you!

I'm tired of eating ship's rations

when we could be going
to Moreton Bay.

Where are these damn savages he
keeps talking about? Where are they?

No bloodshed, Bob.
We'll hang if there's bloodshed.

We'll hang anyway.

Not if there's none but us
to tell what happened.

There'll be no killing.

Once we get the gun,
they can come with us if they want.

I won't object to Mrs Fraser coming.
Shut up!

There'll be no killing!

James?

James?

Brown may need a rest.
Oh, yes.

Brown!

Oh!

Aargh!

Eliza.

Eliza! Quick!

Oh! Oh, Eliza. You go on.

James, don't be silly.

Go on!
James, don't be silly.

No, leave. Leave me.

Come on, James. Quick.
Oh!

Oh, they'll hang, Eliza.

Every manjack of them.

The mutinous curs.

Whoo!

Cannibals!

I knew it!

I knew it, Eliza.

Oh, my God!

Keep calm, James.

It's quite alright.

Keep calm.

Oh, Eliza.

Oh, huh!

Eliza! Eliza! Eliza!

If... if they should kill me...
James!

.. I would like you to...
Don't be ridiculous!

They only want your coat.

Get off me or I'll bloody...

Stop that, you savage! Stop it!

It's quite alright, James.
He only wants my dress.

Stand back, you damned heathen!

My wife is not to be subjected
to those sort of...

.. indignities!

Eliza, stay with me! Eliza!

What sort of bloody country is this?

There are no animals anywhere...

Ohhh!

Yes.

What?

It's just too absurd.

Oh, splendid, yes.

Very good, very good.

Oh.

Oooh!

What?

How dare you, sir?
I'm a British sea captain.

I'm damned if I'll be ordered about
by a savage.

it's alright now.

it's alright.

Come on. Come on. It's alright.

Slaves.
That's all we are, Eliza - slaves.

Working all day and separated
from each other at night-time.

Still, we're alive.

And we have food.
You call this food?

You must try and eat, James.

We're going to need
all the strength we've got.

You all agree, then?

Bobby?

Take it, Bobby.

Take it.

No... Not me.

No.

We all took our chances, Bobby.

You're a dead man.

James, you must do something.

I think Euenmundi's trying to marry me.

Marry you? That savage?

No!

James! James!

Look, I'm married.
I'm married already.

Don't you understand?
I'm Captain Fraser's wife!

No!

Stop it, sir! Stop it!
In the King's name, stop it!

David!

Haven't these damn savages

got any respect for marriage,
Bracefell, hmm?

Oh, yes, sir, they have. A lot.

The trouble is nobody realised that
you and Mrs Fraser were married.

What did they think I was? Her brother?

Her father.

I'm not waiting around
to have my throat cut in my sleep

by the likes of you, Jimmy Youlden.

And how did you escape the massacre,
Darge?

I was ahead of the rest of the party
when the blacks attacked, sir.

Oh, bad show.

We'll have to teach those damn savages
a lesson one day.

Is this your gun, Darge?

Yes, sir. Yes.

And Captain Fraser, Brown,
the rest of the crew,

they were all armed
when the massacre occurred?

Yes, sir. They were, sir.

They were simply overwhelmed
by sheer numbers, sir.

You're a liar, Darge.

This is Captain Fraser's
personal weapon.

I've seen it in his cabin.

Are you sure of that, McBryde?

It has a horsehead motif
carved in the stock.

I think we'll have the truth, Mr Darge,

or, by heaven, I'll have it
beaten out of you word by word.

But they may very well still be alive,
the Frasers and Brown.

Let me lead an expedition out there.

It'll bring fame and honour
to Moreton Bay if they're rescued.

It would bring more fame and honour
to their rescuer.

Perhaps. But I'm not interested
in personal glory.

Nor I.

But duty demands
that I lead this expedition myself.

Come in.

What's going on?

Lieutenant Otter has discovered
his wife in Captain McBryde's room, sir.

He's quite upset.

McBryde! When are we going to
get rid of that man?

You are a guest here, sir!
How dare you!

If you feel some wrong
has been done you,

stop shouting about it
and ask for satisfaction.

I'll be only too willing to oblige.

Orderly!

Fetch me my duelling pistols.

We'll have this out right here and now.

NO! Harold!

Well, you might shriek, my good lady.

I'm one of the most feared duellists
in the colony.

But if there's one thing I can't stand,
it's snivelling husbands.

Harold, no! No...

12 paces apart.

Fire at the drop
of this handkerchief.

Can he shoot?

Uh, well, he's the best shot
in the regiment, sir.

Dammit, Otter!

I can't have your blood on my hands.
The list is too long already.

Apologise,
and we'll call the whole thing off.

Pride prevents you, eh?

Oh, well.
Dammit, I like a man with pride.

Graham will collect the pistols
and we'll go back to bed.

McBryde!

Still determined, eh?

Very well.
Put those pistols away!

I insist that you let events
take their course, sir.

it's a matter of honour.

Any further trouble from you,
McBryde,

and I'll clap you in irons
until the ship arrives.

Otter, back to your quarters
immediately.

Bracefell?

Bracefell,
you've got to get us out of here.

Bracefell, listen to me!

You must take Eliza and I back
to Moreton Bay.

We can't stand this life much longer.

Even if the crew get back
to Moreton Bay,

they'll never tell Fyans we're alive.

Bracefell, you are our only hope.

I'm not going any nearer Moreton Bay
than this, Captain.

If Fyans's men caught me,
they'd flog me until I'd die.

We'll... we'll speak for you, lad.

If... if you do this for us,
we'll speak for you.

You... may even get a pardon.

David?

David?

Eliza?

I'd like to talk to you.

I... I...
It's alright, Eliza.

When I feel I've learned enough
from the natives to get us there,

I'll take you both
to within sight of Moreton Bay.

Thank you, David.

I thought you probably would.

Is... is that why you came?

Partly.

The nights are getting colder.

These hides are warm, aren't they?

You wouldn't take my advice,
would you?

Oh, no.

I could have sailed you up
in a rigged whaleboat

and avoided all this.

Get those boots up out of the mud,
you idiot!

You've ruined one pair already.

Oh, no. You had to go overland.
I know why too.

I know damn well why!

You thought that if I sailed up,

it might look like I were the leader
of the expedition.

We're paying for it, aren't we?
A useless effort!

Lieutenant!

Scrub and muck.
We're paying for it now.

I'm sorry, sir. Something came over me.

McBRYDE: We've done our duty,
we've made our point.

For God's sake, let's at least
have the sense to turn back

before these damned leeches
drain our last drop of blood.

The Captain and Eliza are dead.

There can be no doubt of it.

I'm sorry, but someone's
got to see... they're dead.

MAN: Get some fresh water.

John!

Oh, my God! Spare me, sir!

I've nothing against black people!
Nothing!

John, it's me... Davey Bracefell.

Bracefell? By Christ, Davey!
You scared the wits out of me!

Quiet, John!

What's happened to you?
Never mind about that. Just listen.

Tell Fyans he can hunt for as long
as he likes - he won't find me.

But if he's willing
to grant me a pardon,

I can supply him with something
he'd be pleased to have.

We're not out here chasing you, Davey.

We're looking for
Captain Fraser and Eliza.

Their ship was wrecked and...

Yeah. Yes, I know that.
And I know where they are.

They're alive?
Yeah.

They're alive. They're living
with the blacks, same as me.

Tell Fyans that
if he'll guarantee me a pardon

and swear to it
in front of three other men,

then I'll fetch
Fraser and Eliza for him.

You'll bring them here?
I can have them here by tomorrow.

I've learned the language
of the blacks, how to hunt, travel.

So tell Fyans what I've told you

and come back here
with his decision before dark.

Oh, and John,
make sure you come by yourself.

Because if he tries to trap me,

I'll be off into the bush
and I won't be back.

Alright, Davey, lad. I'll do that.

I'll do that.

Oh, blast. Another heart.

Why didn't you tell me
about this before?

There's nothing in your records
about an escape.

Well, thankfully, that was crossed
from my record when I returned.

How long were you away?
Six months, sir.

How'd you stay alive?
I lived with the blacks, sir.

I learned their language
and how to hunt and travel.

With the savages? That's remarkable.

And what's this got to do
with our return to Moreton Bay?

Well, I thought perhaps
it might be worthwhile

staying here for a day or so, uh...

.. while I went out and tried
to make contact with the blacks

to find out if they've
heard or seen anything.

Worthwhile?
Of course it would be worthwhile!

And I'll be damn pleased, Graham,
if you find out anything.

Damn pleased.

Thank you, sir. That's worth
more to me than a pardon.

I'll tell you what, Graham.

If you locate the Frasers,
I'll give you a pardon.

A pardon? My God.

Locate the Frasers
and you shall have your freedom.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

Uh... you remember the convict
David Bracefell, sir?

Yes, I do.

Perhaps I can find out
something of him.

If you locate Bracefell
as well as the Frasers,

you can have 1 O guineas
to go with your freedom, Graham.

And that's a promise.

I'll do my very best, sir.

BRACEFELL: Well?

Ah, there you are.

Well, Davey, my lad,
your troubles are over.

If you can bring Fraser
and Eliza back here,

you'll get your freedom on the spot.

Did he swear to it in front of the others?

He did, he did.

Why are you carrying that load
on your back?

I'm coming with you.

Fyans thought I should bring
food and clothes for the Frasers.

Alright. If we hurry, we should
get to them before daybreak.

Captain? Captain Fraser?

it's alright, sir.
It's alright, it's me... Bracefell.

The rest of the rescue party
had given up

but I convinced them to allow me
to strike into the bush alone.

I found Bracefell at the edge
of the natives' camp.

Thank God for your fortitude, Graham.

Oh, well, you've been
an ill-used man, sir.

I'm glad to help you.

"Ill-used"?
What do you mean "ill-used"?

Oh, nothing, sir. Nothing.

David...
after we get back to Sydney...

.. would you still want me?

But Eliza...
In two days time, you'll be free.

You'll be a pardoned man.

GRAHAM: I shouldn't have spoken, sir.
I'm sorry.

Tell me, Graham,
what are you referring to?

I'd rather not say, sir.
The man's degenerate.

What man?

Openly and loudly boasting
of a liaison with your wife.

Eliza, leaving your husband
would be enough to ruin you,

but... taking up
with a pardoned convict...

I can't live with him any longer, David.

We could go to New Zealand.
No-one would know.

Do you still want me?

Oh, yes, dammit, I do!

We'll go to New Zealand.

McBryde... openly boasting?
He's with the rescue party.

Drunk most of the time,
and telling disgusting...

God, I thought you meant Bracefell.
Bracefell?

McBryde?
Openly boasting.

They'll pay.

Both of them.

If only I had a pistol...

There it is.

Hands above your head, Bracefell.
You're coming down with us.

James, David's to be pardoned!
Pardoned? Ha!

Move on ahead, you blaggard,
or I'll shoot you on the spot!

Graham!

GRAHAM: Put me down!

ALL: Hooray!

Bracefell!

Sergeant, manacle that man.

Captain Fyans,
what is the meaning of this?

The meaning of what, dear lady?

David Bracefell was offered a pardon!
Why has he been taken away?

Pardon? I offered him no pardon,
damn the man.

it's John Graham here
who has the pardon.

John Graham?
But it was Bracefell who saved us!

Bracefell?
What do you mean, my good lady?

Take no notice of her, Captain.
She's infatuated with the wretch.

They took advantage
of my helplessness

to conduct an open and illicit affair
up there in the wilderness.

An affair with a convict? Eliza!
What's happened to your standards?

And what of yours, sir?

it's not enough
for you to seduce the wife

of a man who offers to help you?

No! You spread it around
in drunken detail!

Captain Fyans, you promised
David Bracefell a pardon.

I may be an adulterer
but I'm not a gossip.

Retract your statement immediately.

You are mistaken.
Please try to calm down.

I will retract nothing!

You're a liar, an adulterer
and a blaggard!

Retract that statement
or I'll have satisfaction.

You'll have satisfaction in any case!

What's going on here?
Very well, then.

Pistols at 20 paces?
Nonsense, I'll have none of this!

No duelling under my command!

We're not under your command,
Captain!

This is something that
must be settled once and for all!

Sunrise!
Sunrise.

Halt, or I'll fire!

Run! Run!

Run!

My information is that
they're both reasonable shots, sir.

I can't risk Fraser being killed.

God, I'll get a knighthood
if I get him back to Moreton Bay.

There's only one way, Graham.

We must dispatch McBryde
before morning.

It must look accidental.

But how?

Sir, the convict Bracefell has escaped!

Shall I wake the troop for pursuit?

You will indeed, Sergeant. And I...

Captain.

Just a minute, Sergeant.

Don't do anything for a minute.
Just step outside.

What's your point, Graham?

Bracefell is a small fish, sir.

Perhaps we can use
his disappearance to advantage.

You're absolutely right.

Any woman who fraternises
with the convicts

is not worth risking our lives over.

I couldn't agree more,
but we'll have to go through with it.

Pride demands it.

Mmm. Yes, of course. Of course.

Mind you,
there's a chance we'll both miss.

Mmm.

I think there's every chance
we'll both miss.

In fact, we'll make sure
we both miss.

By yards!

Done.

I knew we'd come to terms.

Have another drink.

Oh, my God, sir! Aboriginals!
We're being overrun!

What's your hurry, young Jimmy?

They found the woman who went down
with the 'Stirling Castle'.

The Captain's wife? Where?

Are you staying long in Sydney, Eliza?

No, I'm desperate.
I can't wait to see John, my son.

He'll be seven on Thursday.

Where's he living?

Parramatta,
with my brother and sister-in-law.

He came out from England
when they heard news of the wreck.

Ladies and gentlemen,

your money back if the giant is
any shorter than 9ft and 1.5 inches!

There's no giant in there!
The roof's too low!

He is sitting down.
He is sitting down.

Now, ladies and gentlemen,
I implore you not to miss out.

He's no shorter than 9ft and...

I've no wish to be personal, Eliza,
but are you short of, uh, finance?

SPRUIKER: The tallest man ever seen...

Yes, Rory, I am.

John!

Oh!

Mmm!

As James's brother, I am legally
entrusted with the boy's care.

But if I am not sure that you can
provide for him adequately

then I cannot let you have him.

We're only thinking
of the welfare of the boy, Eliza.

Believe me,
I know how you must feel,

but the boy's interests
must be paramount.

When this unfortunate attention

that you're receiving
at the hands of the press

has abated,

then perhaps you will marry again
and establish yourself as secure.

Until that time,
the boy remains with us.

And if I were not to marry again...

.. what sum of money
would you consider necessary

for me to "adequately provide"
for my boy?

Money?

Where would you have access
to money, Eliza?

Ladies and gentlemen!

Sixpence!

Sixpence is all you need

to hear the widow
of the late Captain James Fraser

tell from her own lips

the story of the most incredible,

the most celebrated shipwreck
of our time.

I could do nothing,

as day after day, I watched
the savages consume the crew,

one after another.

Did they boil them first, miss?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

First, my poor husband,
Captain Fraser...

Did they scream when
they was put in the water, miss?

Terribly.

Questions at the end, please.
Let Mrs Fraser continue.

Then Brown, then the crew.

I thought at first
that I was to be last.

But no.

An even worse fate
was in store for me.

The tribe began preparing
for some sort of ceremony,

the purpose of which
I did not at first comprehend.

Until, with a sickening jolt,

I realised
that I was to be forcibly married...

.. to the cannibal chief.

After a ceremony
lasting three days and three nights,

I was borne to the chieftain's tent,
there to await him.

Through a chink in the wall,
I saw him striding towards me -

huge, black, powerful and menacing!

And in his eyes, I saw a fire...

.. that would brook no resistance.

Was he naked, miss?

Questions at the end, please!

Although there was nothing but the vast
reaches of the forest around me,

I took my courage in my hands
and fled.

Alas, e'er I had gone 50 paces,
he saw me and gave chase.

Nearer and nearer he drew,

and just as I had begun
to give up all hope of rescue,

out from the reaches of the forest
stepped...

.. Captain Rory McBryde!

What arrant nonsense, madam!
This is disgraceful!

You are imposing on the public
in a most indefensible manner!

Who are you, sir?

Rory McBryde
was nothing but a dissolute rake

without the courage of a fieldmouse!

The only cannibalism
during the whole incident

was perpetrated by
members of the crew on each other!

How dare you impose on the public
in this way?! How dare you?!

Who are you, sir?

By what right
do you dispute with Mrs Fraser

the events which took place
on Great Sandy Island last year?

I have lived in that area.

You have? Were you present
when those events took place?

Oh, my God.

What is your name, sir?

My name is Green. Alexander Green.

I first heard of the story

when I was shipwrecked amongst
the Aboriginals of Moreton Bay.

Shipwrecked? Moreton Bay?

Yes, I spent some weeks in that area

before being rescued
by an American whaling ship.

Liar! I know who you are.

You're the convicted felon
David Bracefell.

You have the wrong man, I assure you.
My name is Green.

Eliza.

Eliza, why are you telling
this ridiculous story?

David! David!

Oh, Eliza!

Go on, man!
Show him what you're made of.

Hit him! Get into him there!

Not me!

McBRYDE: He's no more a sea captain
than I'm the Lord Chancellor.

He's an escaped convict
from Moreton Bay.

Constable, arrest this man Green,

or Bracefell
or whatever he calls himself,

and we shall test the truth
of these allegations

at the next sitting of the court.

Thank you, Your Worship.

The scoundrel has gained
some sort of influence

over poor Captain Fraser's widow.

I felt I should bring his deception
to the court's attention.

I'm glad you did, Captain McBryde.

I've been trying to trace you
for some time.

Martin Cameron,
landowner and magistrate.

I trust you remember me.

Of course.
Good.

Then you will appreciate

we have a small matter of honour
to settle.

I'll send my seconds
around this afternoon

that you may choose
place and weapons.

I trust you will be able
to make yourself available

by dawn tomorrow morning.

Johnny!

Stop!

DRIVER: To hell with you!

Arggh!

SOLDIER 2: Look out!

Yah! Yah! Get up! Get up!

Get up! Get up!

Stop.

Stop the coach.

Arggh!

Arggh! Arggh! Ooh! Ow!

Stop. Stop the coach.

Arggh! Oh!

Aaaaarggh!

Unfurl the topsail
and catch that westerly, Mr Roberts.

Set course for Auckland.

Mitchell, escort Mrs Fraser and her son
to the far-end cabin, will you?

Oh, uh, your brother
has moved in there, sir.

My brother?

Well, yes, sir.
He came on board an hour ago.

I'd better see him, then.

Come on, Johnny.

McBRYDE: Ah, Eliza.

Rory!

Alexander, I've decided
to accompany you after all.

I hope you don't mind
another passenger.

Would you mind leaving us, Mitchell?

I'd like to talk to my brother.

What's this about, McBryde?

I've come to apologise.

I've been in love myself.

Rory, why are you here?

To wish you godspeed and happiness.

I, uh, do have a little proposition,
as a matter of fact, to put to you.

I don't know
if you're aware of this, Eliza,

but the story of your rescue
is the sensation of London.

Oh!
The newspapers are full of it.

If we set up our sideshow
in Hyde Park,

we could all make a fortune.

You can't be serious.

I've never been more serious
in my whole life.

Now, I've worked out an itinerary.

Just two months in London,

and then a short tour of the north.

I absolutely promise you

the whole engagement will not last
longer than three months.

But there's more.
I estimate the profits will be...