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I'll trade my salt pork tonight
for another watch

if we don't see it.

Henry Lloyd saw it by
those hummocks at four bells.

What told him it was Lieutenant Gore's
bear and not another?

It wore
the Lieutenant's medals.

I plan to ask Lieutenant
Le Vesconte for duty

in the hunting blind
once it's built.

I'd like another shot
at the thing.

Robert Ferrier says
you didn't see it at all.

Only Mr. Goodsir saw it.

That Mary Anne
doesn't know what he saw.

We thought it was the bear
in front of us.

It's the ice, Georgie.

It's only the ice.

What's it like,
to shoot a man?

Shooting a man's more fun
when you mean to do it.

I'll tell you that.

You've a gift
with that.

Me mam
was a dressmaker.

Cage crinoline and
arse-torn knicker-bocker suits.

But she never taught me
to tailor for no dead Eskimuck.

This all of it, then?

The girl, she's shoving off.

They want her to take
everything with her.

A girl on a boat... here.

That's spooky.

Call him back.

There's something more in here.

Snip it out.

Check for more.
Suppose it's ivory.

There's another one here.

Man's got charms falling
off him like a plum tree,

Mr. Goodsir.

Put them back inside.

How will he fit
in his coffin like that?

I have the, um...

Her father's personals, sir.

She'll be happy
to be on her way now.

They say she talked up a storm
until her father died.

Now she's all silence.

I'm sorry,

that... that's all there is.

I did put some supper
in there for you, though.

Condolences, Lady Silence.

Weight him
and get on with it.

I don't understand this.

This is something
Sir John approved?

Aye, Mr. Goodsir.
Little lad, he was.

He shouldn't plug it up.

I mean to suggest,
might it be more appropriate

to cut the man his own hole?

A more appropriate hole?

With respect to
Esquimaux custom.

It's a native belief
the body retains sensation

even after the soul departs.

According to
Dr. MacDonald's account.

Having yourself
handled his corpse,

is it your opinion
he retains sensation?

In your prior engagements
with the Esquimaux,

did you find them at all...
unforgiving...

when those they loved
are wronged?

Vengeful, even?

Having never wronged them,
I couldn't testify.

Are we not at all concerned
that if that girl can...

make it all the way back
to her people on her own,

she may call on them
for revenge?

Were we to put her
down the fire hole as well?

She wasn't our prisoner,
Edward.

The Esquimaux man's tongue
was hacked off.

We don't know why.
Say it was punishment.

If that's how they punish one of
their own, then what must they do to...

Breakfast is ready.

Jopson, my coat.
I'm leaving for Erebus.

No escort is necessary.

You have nothing to fear,
Lieutenant.

The girl's people are far too busy
staying alive to wage a war.

What plans have you made,
Sir John?

All kinds of plans, of course.

In case the ships
are ice-locked.

Oh, we are amply provisioned,
for three years,

and up to five
with strict rationing.

Your rescue plan.
What is your rescue plan?

Better John Ross
blame an unyielding North

than own up
to his poor captaining.

If the Arctic bedeviled him,
why should it open to you?

That's his thinking.

Come over here, darling.

What is it?

- Does it sing?
- It chatters.

Meet... Jacko.

Mm.

Oh...

Darling, that monkey is female.

Oh, is it?

I have followed
every Admiralty protocol.

There'll be nothing.
You hear?

Nothing lives there.
Nothing grows.

You'll eat your shoes again.
You'll eat worse.

We've been misunderstood,
darling.

John Ross isn't the only one.

Van Diemen's Land
was a horrible blow.

I won't allow another man
to play politics against me

ever again.

I was a good Governor, Janey.

You were an excellent Governor.

It's just that history
was given a different story.

Death is slow
in the Great White Nothing.

And 134 starved men
will turn devil against you.

Starting with the ones
you hold closest.

But in two years, when you
return from the Passage,

no-one will misunderstand us,
John.

You will have bested them all.

I'll be giving a Divine Service
tomorrow.

Mandatory, for both ships.
Tell the men, will you?

Oh, except for
the men of the blind.

They're to keep their focus
on hunting the bear.

May I come in, sir?

I wouldn't presume to ask
if it weren't important.

If you must.

And in Jacob's dream,
he saw the invisible world,

so immense it would have to...

Yes?

...cleaved from the frame
that carried them, yet live.

The newest to their ranks,
our bright brother...

...Lieutenant Graham Gore.

My condolences, Sir John.

Amongst everything else,
I know you mourn a friend.

Thank you.

I apologize for the timing
of this request.

But its virtue's in its speed.

I'd like permission
to send a sledge party out.

South. Not for leads this time.

For rescue.

Where?

The Hudson Bay Company outpost
on Great Slave Lake.

If the party leaves now,
they'll have

three full months to get there
before winter comes in force.

That is 800 miles, Francis.

No...

...I do not grant permission.

At least tell me you understand
why I'm suggesting it.

You are suggesting it
because you are a man

who's happiest with a glass
of knock-me-down in one hand

and an alarm bell in the other.

I'm suggesting it because...
if this cold continues

and we find ourselves

overwintering again
in this ice,

help must already be
on its way, come spring...

if we are to survive.

I'd rather send out
eight men now,

for a long, unnecessary walk,

than risk a necessary one
for all of us in a year.

I will not allow it.

What signal
would that send to the men?

It's not the men
I'm concerned about signaling.

No one knows where we are.

That is how you already see us?

In need of saving?

- I do.
- Yet your prediction last year

about the terrifying winter
we'd spend in the pack

did not come true.

Not to the degree I feared,
but that will change,

should there again be no thaw.

It is a Captain's duty,
after all,

to mind for the worst case,
not for the one he hopes for.

Oh, so, now I must hear you

instruct me
in a Captain's duties.

It's only eight men, Sir John.

And there is just enough time.

I have lost six men
on this expedition to date.

Six! And you ask me to risk
more than doubling that number

trekking over distant ground

where you know I have lost men
in years past.

I'll hear no more of this.

I will not lose another man,
Francis.

We may lose all our men.

That is what my alarm
is ringing now, Sir John.

And I... I am at a loss
why yours is not.

You are the worst kind
of second, Francis.

You abuse your freedoms.

You complain in the safety
of speculation,

you claim foresight in
disasters that never happen,

and you are weak in your vices

because your rank affords you
privacy and deference.

You've made yourself miserable

and distant, and hard to love,

and you blame the world for it.

I'm not the sailor you are,
Francis, never will be.

But you will never be
fit for command.

And, as your Captain, I take
some responsibility for that.

For the vanity of your outlook.

I should have curbed
these tendencies,

rather than sympathized
with them, because you seem

to have confused my sympathy
with tolerance,

but there is a limit
to how much I can tolerate,

and that is where we are
presently standing!

There are some things
we were never meant to be

to one another.
I see that now.

Friends... on my side.

Relations on yours.

So let us turn our energies
back to being

what the Admiralty, and life,
have seen fit to make us.

We should give that our best.

There can be no argument
between us there.

Now you must excuse me.

I have a service
to finish writing for tomorrow.

It will have to act
as the only eulogy

our boy Graham
will be given out here...

...and I intend it to sing.

Put together a list.
Our eight most able men.

- Sir John heard reason, then?
- I'll make certain

the blame falls on no one's
shoulders but my own.

Proceeding with this
would be considered...

It would take weeks to engineer
some way to change his mind.

We don't have weeks.
We may not even have days.

Lieutenant Little
will never agree to it.

He won't have to.
I'll lead the party myself.

With my presence,
the other members of the team

can say they were coerced.

I'll tell them
it's a hunting party at first.

The act won't impugn them.

And if we were to meet
Esquimaux along the way,

I can converse our needs
and gain help in that manner.

Then send me in your place.

I can speak native
as well as you.

You must stay.

To read the ice
if leads open up.

And as for Dr. MacDonald...

I'll not take a doctor
from the men.

But you're the Captain.

There's a spare Captain
on Erebus.

You'll be despised.

Sir John will have your head.

And if he doesn't call for it,
the Admiralty certainly will.

They can have it.

After I build us
a road out of here.

And what of the Terror?

Make me that list, Thomas.

I plan to leave at
start of last watch.

Write it down this time,
Mr. Diggle.

In order to heat your soup,
you must first heat the stove.

Thank you for sharing
the extent of

your knowledge as a cook,
Mr. Wall.

But I'd never hazard
the wreck of your kitchen

unless pressed
by dire consequence.

"Dire consequence"?

But there's much here
for you to marvel at.

Just look how happy my men are.

Oh, I marvel.

But about something more
intriguing than you.

What on earth are you up to?

I'm concerned about the number
of Terror's canned provisions

turning up spoilt.

I'm here to inquire
if Erebus is seeing the same.

I've discovered bad seals,
gray meat

and odors that curled my hair.

Now, in the event
you've already developed

a method for handling
the problem,

I hope you can set aside
your envy and share it.

Otherwise I thought we might
together invent a solution.

Mm.

Add salt.

Men approaching.

At ease.

We thought you might be
in need of a short,

gentlemen, to keep warm.

That's a generous,
generous thought, sir.

Ha.

- What bait are we using?
- Rats, sir.

We pulled the biggest of
the bunch up from the holds,

gutted them
and tied them up on lines.

You'll put our Fagin
out of a job. Although...

...that layabout
couldn't catch a rat

if it fell asleep in its mouth.

He was meant to be a lapdog,
not a cat.

Or maybe... a small pillow.

Lieutenant Irving.
I was hoping we'd meet.

Mind the grease there, sir.

I wanted to thank you...
for your help.

For your discretion, I mean.

Call it anything but "help,"
Mr. Hickey. Please.

I exercised clemency

for a man abused
by a devious seducer.

That it also benefited you
is a sin in itself, I'm sure.

- A "devious seducer"?
- Yes, Mr. Hickey.

Mr. Gibson told me everything.

How you pressed him
into service,

threatened to expose him
should he ever refuse you.

I pressed him?

You laugh?

Turn your wolf's ear to me now
and hear...

or the next piece of counsel
you'll be given on the subject

may come from
the end of a cat o' nines.

We are... separated here

from the temptations
of the world.

At sea,

a man can find spiritual
benefit in the collective.

It is no accident the world
was reborn clean out of an ark,

Mr. Hickey.

Man's worst urges
can be satisfied

through Christian pleasures
and graces...

singing with friends...
watercolors, study,

- climbing exercises.
- Climbing, sir?

Your crisis is an opportunity
for you to repair yourself.

You are in
the world's best place for it.

Do you think so?

God sees you, Mr. Hickey.

Here more than anywhere.

I understand you've cleared up
our association

for Lieutenant Irving.

- You spoke to him?
- Mm-hmm.

Directly?

Christ, Cornelius.
I'd reassured him.

"Cornelius Hickey
is a devious seducer."

That was your...
was your reassurance?

You've got some face.
You know that?

We were within an ace
of getting called out

in front of all the men
and whipped for it, or worse.

You were right.

If he weren't such an
Anchorite, we would have been.

So just keep your foot
out of it now, please,

and let him forget
the whole thing,

as he assuredly wants to.

To think you were such a good
wife to me all these months.

Oh, go to hell.

We've had our beer
and skittles,

but your tastes
are no rule for mine.

- Hm. Oh, no?
- No.

Is that why I've seen
more of your postern

than your face this winter,
Billy?

- Hm.
- Huh?

Do you know what copulates
on this ship?

Rats. Nesting in our rubbish,
swimming in our filth.

Devouring each other
just to make more rats.

Well, I am not a rat.

I'm a man.

A delightful, God-fearing man.

I had to choose.

No one is out here
for the view, Cornelius.

My standing with command
is more valuable

than my standing with you.

I know you, of all people,
will understand that.

Now, if this is what I need
to say, then I will say it.

It's not personal,
but it is finished.

So don't be pettish.

I haven't done you down
as you so think.

I've just made it so that
we can both keep our skins.

Please.

You've sketched out the ladder,

but you've got me
on the wrong rung, Mr. Gibson.

What does that mean?

Captain Crozier
served me a drink,

just the other day.

Whiskey.

In one of his...
cut glasses, in fact.

He spoke to me as a friend.

A friend?

Yes.

He sees something in me.

- It could lead anywhere.
- Cornelius...

- Anywhere.
- Cornelius, you...

The Captain doesn't
see you at all.

You can ask Mr. Jopson
or Mr. Genge,

but they will tell you...

he'll offer anyone a drink...

if he can have one, too.

Posterity awaits, Mr. Goodsir.

Hold still! Not a twitch.

Wonderful!

In honor of our brother
Lieutenant Gore, be merciless.

Educate this creature

as to the dominion
of the Empire,

and the will of the Lord behind it.

- Sir?
- Yes?

Why don't you sit with us?

Perhaps it can be you who fires
the shot that convinces it.

At least be here
to see it felled.

Yes, I'll sit with you
for a moment. Thank you.

You may return to the ship,
Mr. Goodsir.

- Do you need a chaperone?
- Yes.

Or you may stay with us.

Yes, sir.

Oh!

Get back!

They must be waltzing
with that bear after all.

Fall back!

Send our Marines!

- Uh. Now!
- Sir.

Erebus!

Erebus! Erebus!

Sir John!

Des Voeux,
bring three men and follow me.

Yes, sir. You.
The rest of you stay here.

Sir John?

Call out!

Erebus!

Aargh!

Sir John!

Sir John? Give me a line!

Sir John. Sir John!

Give me a line!

Groups of six. Carry any
wounded back to the ships.

Sweep the ice. I want
every man accounted for. Go.

No!

The Passage was
supposed to be his.

How does it know
to take our best men?

Lieutenant Gore.
And now the Captain.

It took Bryant.
He weren't no "best" man.

He was a ranking Marine.
He was a Sergeant.

He were a red-coated conscript.

That bear don't "know" us.

It knows one thing
and one thing only.

You don't think it strange...
it should start killing us

right after
we took down that Eski?

He did have a... a carved bear
in his robe, the Esquimaux.

A little token or such.

- And one of a man.
- Where are they now?

We put them back.

Ain't no way
we were taking them.

Go on, John.

I never wanted anything
as little as I want this now.

I do have an order.

Mr. Blanky, proceed immediately
with the rescue party.

Lieutenant Fairholme
can lead it. Let him know.

Sir John forbade this plan.

Swap two Marines
into the party...

and lighten the load what
amount you feel you safely can.

They'll need every advantage.

I implore you. Please, stop.

We have lost Sir John!

We have lost Sir John.

Do you not... Do you not feel
what has happened?

I feel it.

One day.

I am asking one day...

to allow our men to grieve.

And then they go.

These words are not mine.

They're Sir John's.

He wanted you to hear them.

And, lacking words of my own...

..I give you his.

His last.

"In his flight,

Jacob lighted upon
a certain place

and tarried there becau...

because the sun was set.

He thought it
a terrible place.

No house, no hearth.

But that night he dreamed:

A ladder set upon the earth

and the top of it
reaching to the heavens.

Behold, the Lord
stood above it and He said,

'I am with thee,

and will keep thee
in all places,

wherever thou goest;

for I will not leave thee.'

And in Jacob's dream,
he saw the invisible world,

companion to the known one
we perceive...

...with its rocks and moon...

...its ice fields
and brute animals...

...and all the people we know...

...have ever known...

and will ever know.

So complete
it would seem to leave no room

for its invisible
brother world..."

I'll be a minute on the seat.

"...which is
yet more immense...

...than the one we see.

For in this world dwell
the Angels who keep us,

the Lord
who will not leave us...

and the departed,

who though cleaved from
the frame that carried them,

yet live.

Newest to their ranks,

our bright Captain...

Sir John.

Who, in the virtue and strength
of his every gesture,

showed himself
the elect of the Lord...

...destined to reign
with Christ forever.

The invisible world of spirits,
though unseen,

was present for Jacob.

Not future, not distant,
but present.

And it is now, and it is here,

among us,
if we open our eyes...

...and see His truth...
amongst us."

Marines...

ready!

Present!

Shoulder... arms!