All language subtitles for The.North.Water.S01E03.720p.WEB.x265-MiNX

[Man shouts]

Brownlee: C'mon, boys. Faster.

Brownlee: I hear if all
goes well, you'll be next.

- Morwood: Is that right?
- Brownlee: Aye.

Baxter told me himself.

Morwood: He thinks
the whaling trade is finished.

He wants to settle up and buy
himself a modest manufactory.

I'd say these seas are still
crammed full of fishes.

If I was a gambling man,

Baxter's one horse
I'd put my money on.

He doesn't fall at many fences,
I'd say.

- He's a shrewd fucker,
I'll give you that.
- [Chuckles]

Are you ready?

When the time comes,
I'll be ready.

When is that time?

I'd say there's time enough
to kill a few more whales first.

The whales are small change
in this game,

and we may not get
too many decent chances

to sink her nicely.

It's the way it looks
that matters,

or the underwriters
will start up their querying,

and that's what none of us want,
you least of all.

There's been enough ice
this year.

It'll not be hard.

Morwood:
Sooner is better than after.

If we leave it too long, I risk
getting trapped there myself.

And then where would we be?

[Glass clanks]

I'll tell the crew to head north
to Lancaster sound.

Morwood: Lancaster's good.

No one'll follow us up there
this time of year.

We can search for a good spot
to get her well nipped.

Find yourself a snug little lead
between some hefty land ice

and let the winds blow the floe
back in on you.

Don't you worry about me.

You just be there
when we need you.

I'll be there.
Do you have men to help?

- [Inhales] Cavendish.
- [Scoffs]

And I'm hoping not to need
the help of Henry drax.

Morwood:
Does he know of the plan?

[Sighs]

Baxter promised we can rely
on him if we need to.

I've a good mind to leave
the carpenter where he is.

Accidents do happen.

And a man like him
ain't so likely to be missed.

Have you ever heard
of such a thing?

A young girl, I can...
I can halfway understand,

but a cabin boy?

Evil times we live in.

Fucking evil and unnatural.

Drax: I say things
are about to change.

Sumner: How do you mean?

Just what I said.

Things are about to change.

[Drax sighs]

Why do you care so much
about this cabin boy?

Because he was murdered.

Oh, I'd wager that's not it.

I bet you've seen more
than your share of butchery.

Why does this one
bother you so much?

I care because I do not wish
to see an innocent man punished.

Do you think it's fair
that one man should suffer
for another man's crime?

I'm guessing then
you think McKendrick's...

Not the culprit?

Sumner:
D'you think he killed the boy?

Isn't for me to say.

- Isn't it?
- It's no concern of mine.

Well, I'm not sure
I agree with that.

[Chuckles]

I'd say a dead cabin boy is the
least of our fucking problems.

The very least, I'd say.

[Retreating footsteps]

[Door creaks]

[Sumner breathes deeply]

Sumner: I would like to forget.

I would like to rest,
as the others appear to rest,

in the certainty
of McKendrick's guilt.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Locks door]

Sumner:
These two bodies should match,
Hannah and McKendrick,

they should fit together
like twin pieces of a puzzle,

but I cannot make them whole,
so I cannot rest.

And I cannot forget.

- [Wood creaks]
- [Sumner sighs]

No, I'm not here to hurt you.

McKendrick:
Then what do you want?

How is your health?

Do you require anything from me?

I'm hale and hearty enough,
considering.

I expect I'll live
until they choose to hang me.

Well, if it goes to trial,

you'll stand a better chance
of making your case.

Nothing is decided yet.

McKendrick: A man like me
finds few friends

in an English court of law.

[Sighs] I'm an honest fellow,

but my life won't stand
for too much peering into.

You're not the only one
who feels that way, I'd say.

McKendrick:
We're all sinners, right enough,

but some sins are punished
harder than others.

I'm no murderer,
I never was one.

I am many other things,
and it's the other things

that they would choose
to hang me for.

[Ship creaks]

[McKendrick sighs]

What's the trouble
with your hand?

Oh, it's just the thumb.

Got hit by a cock-eyed fellow
with a lump hammer,

a year or two back in whitby.

Not been able to move it since.

It makes for some difficulties
for a man in my trade,

but I've learned to make
the adjustments.

Show me.

Sumner: Try to grip my wrist.

Now squeeze, as hard as you can.

- McKendrick: I'm squeezing.
- No squeeze, mr McKendrick.

- Don't hold back.
- I'm not holding back.

My thumb got crushed
by a fucking lump hammer,

and I have many witnesses
to that occurrence.

[Sighs]

Brownlee:
A scrawny little fucker

like Hannah
could've been strangled

with one hand easy enough,
I'd say,

- thumb or no thumb.
- Sumner: No!

No. The twin thumb marks
were as clear as day.

I don't remember thumb marks.

I remember bruises,
a good many bruises,

but there's no way on earth
to tell which particular finger

caused which particular marks.

Sumner: Before the burial,
I made sketches of his injuries.

See?

Two large oval bruises,
one above the other.

Oh, these pretty little pictures
prove bugger all.

McKendrick was seen
making advances towards the boy.

Fact. Anything else
is just guesswork and fancy.

It is physically impossible

for him to have committed
this crime.

And you're welcome to make
those opinions to a magistrate

as soon as we land in england.

But while we're at sea
and I'm captain,

McKendrick stays where he is.

And, and as soon as we arrive
back in england,

the real killer will leave
the ship and disappear for good.

So am I supposed to arrest
the entire fucking crew?

- Is that what you're saying?
- No. I-i-I'm saying...

That it cannot be smart
to have a killer

roaming around the ship,

while we head north
into god only knows what.

If it's not McKendrick
who killed the boy,

then it's most likely drax.

He is lying about the carpenter
to save himself.

I'd say you've been reading
too many penny dreadfuls.

[Sighs]

Is there a reason why you won't
consider his guilt, captain?

Let me examine him
as I did McKendrick.

If... if he is guilty,
then it's not too late

for the signs
to still be apparent.

You're a dogged little fucker.

You can have your examination.

Sumner: Down with the trousers
as well, please.

- Thank you.
- Drax: At your pleasure,
mr Sumner.

Pull back your foreskin,
please, mr drax.

It's you that wants
the thing pulled back.

[Sumner sniffles]

- Sumner: Oh, you have the crabs.
- Aye, I usually do.

It's not a hanging offence
now though, is it?

[Sniffs]

[Soft chuckle] Oh!

No signs of infection.

No signs of soreness
or abrasion either.

Show me your hands, please.

Ah, this has healed nicely,
I see.

Drax:
Well, it was just a scratch.

And you have full use of all
of your digits, I suppose.

- All of my what?
- Sumner: Fingers and thumbs.

Drax: I do indeed.

Roll up your sleeves.

[Chuckles]

Do you doubt me, mr Sumner?

Huh?

Do you doubt me when I tell you
what I saw by the deckhouse?

Mr McKendrick denies it.
You know he does.

Ah. McKendrick is a sodomite.

What is the word of a sodomite
worth in a court of law?

[Sighs]

Not much, I'd say.

If you believe the word
of that cunt McKendrick,

then you must fancy I'm a liar.

Oh, I don't know what you are.

Drax: I'm an honourable man.
That's what I am.

I do my duty.

I have no cause
to feel any shame because of it.

Brownlee:
What do you intend by that?

We're all honourable men here,
or at least honourable enough

for the requirements
of our calling.

I think the ship's surgeon
gets my drift.

Him and me are old pals, see.

I helped him find his way back
to his cabin

after the night in lerwick.

You likely won't remember,
mr Sumner,

because you was fast asleep,

but me and cavendish, we had
a good look before we left,

just to make sure
all your necessaries were safe.

Nothing disturbed
or out of place.

Do you doubt my knowledge

or competency as a surgeon,
mr drax?

I have served an apprenticeship,

I have my certificates from the
queen's college of Birmingham.

[Laughs]
Well, you have your little scrap
of paper and I have mine.

Which one of those little scraps
of paper weighs the most,

I wonder,
in an English court of law?

I never did learn me letters,
so I'm not the one to say,

but a good lawyer'd likely
have an opinion.

It's not a matter of opinion
or reputation.

Who I am, or who I have been,
isn't the question here.

Drax: What evidence do you hold
against me?

Because if you have none,

it's you against me, I'd say.

My solemn word, sworn
on the Bible, against yours.

- Solemn?
- Solemn word!

Solemn. You're lying.

What evidence do you hold
against me?

- You're lying.
- What evidence, mr Sumner?

Is the ship's surgeon
hard of hearing, captain

I keep asking him
the same fucking question,
and he don't seem to notice.

What evidence do you hold
against drax?

I have none.

Then let's put an end
to this fucking nonsense.

Drax, get your clothes back on.

What's that Mark on your arm?

Uh, it's nothing.

Just a scratch
with a harpoon, is all.

Looks worse than
a scratch to me.

Let me see.

It's nothing.

Brownlee:
That's your good right arm.

L can tell it's swollen
from here.

[Chuckles]

Now, if you can't hurl
a harpoon or pull an oar,

then you're of no earthly use
to me.

Show the surgeon now.

For fuck's sake. Here.
Take a look.

This needs to be lanced
and properly drained.

Why didn't you come to see me
about this before?

Don't give me any trouble.
It is only a Nick.

Come to my cabin.

We'll treat you properly there.

[Door creaks open]

[Blows]

[Door creaks]

[Drax groans]

[Sniffs]

[Sighs]

[Drax pants]

Well, there's definitely
something lodged inside.

Might be a splinter of wood
or a piece of bone.

You said that you did this
with a harpoon?

Drax: Aye, I did.

[Sniffs]

Brownlee: What the fuck's that?

- Sumner: A tooth.
- Drax: That thing ain't mine.

Well, it's in your arm!

- It ain't mine.
- A cabin boy's tooth
is evidence, that's what it is.

It's all the evidence we need
to see you hang.

You won't see me hang.

I'll fuck you both in hell
before that happens.

Chain up this vile piece
of scum, captain.

- Brownlee: Cavendish!
- Sumner: Captain!

- [Drax grunts]
- [Yells]

Jones! Jones!

- The fuck...
- Sumner: Jones!

[Brownlee wails]

[Yells]

- [Drax grunts]
- [Groans]

[Gasping]

[Chuckles]

[Pants]

[Gunshot]

[Gasps]

Give the stick to Sumner.

I could blow
your head off right now,

or I'll shoot you in the
bollocks and let you bleed out.

- You decide.
- [Sighs]

[Drops stick]

[Sniffs]

Jones: Lads, get the irons.

[Crashing]

Crewman: Heave there!

- Will he live?
- [Brownlee wails]

From my experience,
once the skull
has been breached...

The situation is hopeless.

[Brownlee whimpers]

He looks terrified.

He will have lost
his bearings...

Scrambled.

[Brownlee whimpers]

Generally, it's better to die

than to go on inhabiting
the world like this.

- [Cries out]
- Sumner: Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.

Cavendish: I am taking command,
as is the law.

You may ask how such a fiend
came to move amongst us.

I've got no good answers
for that.

I've known some deviant and
malignant fuckers in my time,

but none, I confess,
is a patch on Henry drax.

As it is, he's caged below

and will not see the daylight
until we land back in hull.

Now I know there's been

some talk of the ship
being cursed,

but I assure you it is not.

It's just unfortunate,
that's all,

and we will continue as planned
and head further into the sound.

Crewman: What?

No man has ever caught a whale
this far north before,

not at this time of year.

All you need to do
is read the records
if he doesn't believe me.

If your opinions came in gold

with the queen's head
stamped upon 'em,
I might pay them a little mind,

but since they don't,
you won't be too offended

if I take no fucking notice
of you.

Jones: There's too much ice
at this time of year.

Otto: Yeah.

And if you take us
into the sound,

you're putting us all
at grave risk.

Crewman: Aye.

A man don't profit
unless he takes a little risk
from time to time.

You should show more boldness,
mr Jones.

How can you expect
to have your own command
if you act so damn feebly?

This is foolishness,
not boldness.

Think of the Abram, the Gordon,
the Mary Frances.

All beset in the ice
and never heard of again.

Why brownlee took us
this far north, I can't say,

but I know if he were here now,

even he would not consider
taking us in.

What brownlee would
or wouldn't do is moot, I'd say,

seeing as he can't speak

or even raise his hand
to wipe his arse.

And since I'm in command now,

not you, or Otto,
and certainly not our surgeon,

I guess what I say goes.

As if this voyage wasn't marked
with enough calamity already.

What did you say?

I said
you're a fucking imbecile.

[Brownlee wails]

[Brownlee groans]

[Brownlee yells]

[Brownlee yells]

[Groans]

[Whimpers]

[Whimpers]

[Whimpers]

Settle now.

Settle now.

Shh...

[Whimpers]

[Gasps]

All: ♪ nearer, my god
to thee ♪

♪ nearer to thee

♪ even though it be a cross

♪ that raiseth me

♪ still all my songs shall be

♪ nearer, my god, to thee

♪ nearer, my god, to thee

♪ nearer to thee

♪ though like a wanderer

♪ daylight is gone

♪ darkness is over me

♪ my rest a stone

♪ yet in my dreams I'll be

♪ nearer, my god, to thee

♪ nearer, my god, to thee

♪ nearer to thee

a finger of rum for each man.

And then we press north.
[Sniffs]

Otto: I've seen it
in my dreams. We all die.

But you, you survive.

The rest of us,
we drown, starve,

perish from the cold.

Dreams are just a way
to clear the mind,

a form of purging.

They're nothing more
than a mental shite pile.

There is no truth in them,

no fucking prophecy either.

And when the rest of us
are dead...

- [Coughing in distance]
- You'll be swallowed whole.

- By a bear.
- So I don't survive?

- Otto: You do.
- Until I'm eaten by a bear?

That is what I saw.

Do not confuse your dreams
for our destiny.

We are not alone out here.
The Hastings is close.

We are safe.

Why not put your energies into
dreaming about thatoutcome?

But Henry drax is still alive
and breathing.

He's down in the hold
chained to the mainmast,

bound hand and foot.
He cannot escape.

Now let us not speak or worry
about Henry drax any more.

[Inhales deeply]

[Snores]

Corbyn: Sumner! Sumner?

Go with o'dowd, wilkie
and price, and arm yourselves.

Equal shares for all.

O'dowd: You'll get nothing
out of corbyn.

Don't ever think you will.

His wife is a fucking baroness.

His brother is a judge.

A man like corbyn
doesn't feel obliged.

Sumner:
Wilkie, guard the fucking door!

- Guard the fucking door!
- O'dowd: Almost there.

[Clattering]

O'dowd: Look at these darlings!

O'dowd: Fucking diamonds!

- [Dog barks]
- We'll prise out the stones,

and melt down the gold.

[O'dowd laughs]

We're fucking rich, paddy.
[O'dowd chuckles]

- We're fucking rich.
- [Door opens]

- Price: Look out!
- [Gunshot]

[Man wails]

[Wailing continues]

[Door opens]

- [Man wailing]
- [Door creaking]

Hello, Patrick.

Sumner: Mr corbyn, sir.

Corbyn: I hear
the others are all dead.

O'dowd, wilkie, price,
all of them, dead.

We were caught unawares, sir.

In the house.

Your wound was clean
and the break isn't bad.

You may limp for a while
but that will soon fade

and then no one will ever know.

Sumner: The treasure was real.

Gold, jewels,

just as Hamid had said,

but there were pandies
hiding inside the house.

Corbyn:
You walked into a trap then.

You made a mistake.

Not a trap, no. An accident.

Nobody could've known
that they were in there.

For a surgeon to leave his post,
it's a serious thing.

There's likely to be a charge.

The assault was
at a crucial stage.

To lose three surgeons
at such a time...

I trust I can rely on
your assistance, mr corbyn, sir?

I don't see what assistance
I could offer you.

I mean on the details
of what occurred.

The details are that
your reckless greed

meant that three
of your fellow surgeons

were shot and killed
in an ambush.

On a mission
that you ordered us on!

On your command
to steal the loot!

And in your absence,
your injured comrades,

several officers amongst them,

lay untreated
and often in severe agony.

Men you could have saved.

That, I fear, is as much
as the general wants

or is required to understand.

So you expect me
to keep my mouth shut

and accept my punishment?

I will be dismissed, cashiered.

My career will be over.

I advise you not to make
a bad situation worse.

To bring my name into this
would not serve you well,

I can assure you of that.

So you will offer me nothing
for my trouble?

[Chair scrapes]

I offer you my advice,
which is to accept

the consequences
of your actions.

Oh, you were unlucky, I agree,

but then again you are alive,
and the others are dead.

You are destroying me!

And for what?

Corbyn: There is a melancholic
strain in the Celtic soul,

which finds martyrdom appealing,

I understand that.

But in your case, mr Sumner,
the cap hardly fits.

I saw the hunger in your eyes
at the thought of that treasure,

at the prospect
of a different life.

Oh, fucking...

But I will make sure
you have a ready supply
of laudanum for the pain.

[Inhales]

That will help with your frame
of mind too, I'm sure of it.

[Sumner grunts]

Corbyn:
Homo homini lupus.

Homo homini lupus.

- [Loud thud]
- [Sumner groans]

[Clattering]

Crewman: All hands!

[Overlapping chatter]

[Indistinct shouting]

Crewman: All hands, all hands!

All hands, men!

All hands, all hands!

Deckhand:
Double up and empty the ship!

Crewman: Casks have to be first!

Cavendish:
Jones! Lower the second boat.

Jones:
Aye! Lower the second boat!

- Deckhand: Aye, mr Jones.
- [Grunts]

- Let's go.
- Cavendish: Get it down!

- Move!
- Jones?

The ice has nipped her,
she's likely stoved in the aft.

- She's sinking?
- Aye.

It's the upward pressure
of the ice holding her,
but only at the moment.

If the wind changes,
we're fucked.

So go down there
and get everything that you need
out onto the ice

and put all of your clothes on.

Jesus Christ.

Get it down! I need a crew
of three for rifles.

- Throw it out, count them twice.
- Jones: Go onto the ice

and check it's secure.
You two, take all of these.

I need five of you to start.

Cavendish: Make it quicker!

Jones:
Check what's in that boat.

Cavendish:
Put some salt on the gangway.

Jones: Lads, with a will.

[Indistinct shouting]

Crewman:
Get as much as you can carry.

Cavendish:
How we doing on the lull?

Jones: Get it off the ship.
Laudanum first.

Cavendish:
Eyes on that then, please.

Those with powder,
you keep it fucking dry.

- Mr bannon.
- Bannon: Mr Sumner.

Hello.

This chest, it contains the
medicine for this entire crew.

Very important
you do not lose it.

Do you understand?

- Aye, sir.
- Very good. Thank you.

Cavendish:
How many casks of beef?

- How many casks of beef?
- Jones: Twelve, captain!

Crewman: We need to get a start.

[Indistinct chatter]

[Clanking]

[Wind whistles]

Deckhand: That's it.
Pull it down. Pull it down.

Crewman:
You'll freeze the tent out

if you don't hammer it down
properly.

[Creaking]

Jones: Good job, lads, good job.
That's the last of it now.

Almost everything's
off the ship.

- Just a few casks left.
- Cavendish: Good.

What now?

We'll raise the ensign
and alert the Hastings.
They will give us refuge.

Are you sure
morwood's gonna agree?

You go over
in the first wave of men.

Leave enough here to gather
what is left and we will follow.

And have Sumner
stay behind with me.

I want him here.

And what about drax?

[Sighs]

I'll see Henry drax.

[Sighs]

[Pants]

I'd say there's no need
for such girlish panicking.

There ain't even any water
down here.

Cavendish: Go fuck yourself.

I saw with me own eyes.

She bent a good deal all right,
but she didn't break.

[Ship creaks]

I don't believe ya.

Drax: Take a look for yourself.

Once the ice eases off,

you can send McKendrick
down here with a caulking iron.

- He'll fix her up nicely.
- You keep your mouth shut,

or I'll leave you here,
let you take your chances.

She ain't sinking, Michael.

We dearly wish she was,
but she ain't.

I can promise you that.

- Listen to her squeal.
- [Ship groans]

Creaking, and wailing
like a sixpenny whore.

You think she can stand
much more of that

if she ain't stoved in already?

Drax:
Ah, she's a good strong ship.

She's doubled and fortified.

She got ice knees,
ice plates, stanchions.

She's old, but she ain't weak!

I'd say she could stand
a good deal of squeezing still.

This is a good spot.
I'll give you that.

And it's a good bit of luck
you got pinched like that.

What are you implying?

Well, you're good and safe
up here on the fast ice too.

Morwood can warp back easy
if a lead opens up.

What is it, a mile or two
to get to him?

I think the rest of you,

you probably think she's
stoved in already, I expect.

They won't be making
any trouble.

[Sighs]

How did you know?

Drax: I know a thing or two
about a thing or two.

And I know we didn't come
all the way up here
to catch fucking fish.

[Laughs]

She can't survive this one.

- She can't.
- She will if you let her.

But if you knock a plank or two
out of her arse,
she surely wouldn't.

Just give me ten minutes down
here with an axe, that's all.

You killed brownlee
with a walking stick,

and you think
I'm gonna give you an axe?

[Laughs]
If you don't believe me,

then look behind the casks
for yourself.

See if I'm lying.

Why kill the boy?

What's the benefit in that?

A man don't always think
on the benefits.

Cavendish:
So what does he think on?

I do as must.
[Breathes deeply]

There ain't a great deal
of cogitation involved.

Get the axe, Michael.

Sumner: Jones!

My medicine chest.
Have you seen it?

Jones: Yeah, it's been
transferred to the other boat.

- You've definitely seen it?
- Yes.

How am I supposed to do
my work without my kit?

Don't worry.
You'll get it soon enough.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Why have I been ordered
to stay here?

Cavendish's orders.

Cavendish.

I might've known.

Listen.

Hey. Otto will make sure
that no harm comes to you,

and I'll be back soon enough.

Morwood is a good captain,
all right,

and he'll treat us well.

- I'm more concerned
about that medicine chest.
- I know you are.

But I got ya.

- Take care, you.
- Hey, you too.

[Wind whistles]

[Clicks tongue]

There she is.
Nowt but a dribble.

[Pants]

Oh, shit. How can this be?

Drax: It's like I told her.

She bent a good deal,
but she didn't ever break.

[Cavendish exhales]

She won't sink unless
you make her do it, Michael.

That's how it is.

[Breathing heavily]

Nothing is simple in this world.

This don't put me
under any obligation.

I can't free you now.
Not after brownlee.

The cabin boy was one thing,

the cabin boy
is plenty bad enough,

but not the damn captain.

And I ain't asking for it.
I wouldn't presume.

- Cavendish: Then what?
- [Sighs]

If the time ever comes,

all I ask is that
you don't hinder me,

don't stand athwart.

You allow events
to take their natural course.

Turn the blind eye,
that's what you're asking.

Well, the time may never come!

I mean, I may hang in england
for what I done.

But if it ever does come?

Aye, if it ever does.

And what about my nose?

Well, you were never no Adonis,
Michael.

[Chuckles]

I suspect some might call it
an improvement.

[Laughs] You've got some
fair-sized balls,

to say that to a man
hefting an axe.

Like a nice,
big pair of tatties.

I'll even let you stroke 'em
if you like.

[Both laugh]

[Groans]

Go on! Go on!

[Ship creaks]

[Creaking]

[Splintering]

[Ship creaks]

[Creaking]

[Thunder]

We need to take shelter.

The storm will on us soon.

We'll trek to the Hastings
once it's passed.

In you come!

[Wind whistles]

[Thunder]

McKendrick:
I don't want drax in here.

Put him outside to freeze.

Even that's too good for him.

Cavendish: I want every fucker
here where I can see him.

But if you wanna sleep outside,
McKendrick,

I can make an exception.

The storm will pass quick.

We'll be on the Hastings
drinking rum soon enough.

[Blows]

[Pants]

Don't be afraid. I ain't about
to try anything too desperate

with these shackles
dangling off me.

I'm not afraid.

How's your arm?

- Which arm would that be?
- The right one.

The one which had our
cabin boy's tooth lodged in it.

Ah, just a Nick.
I'm a quick healer.

But, you know, how that tooth
got in there is still beyond me.

I can't explain it at all.

No remorse then?

No guilt?

[Pants]

Did you think I was gonna
kill you down in the cabin?

[Chuckles] Spilt your head open
like I did brownlee.

What else were you intending?

Oh, I don't intend much.

No, i'm, I'm a doer,
not a thinker, me.

I follow my inclination,
that's all.

You must have no conscience
at all then?

Are you utterly indifferent
to ethical considerations?

Well, one thing happens,
and then another comes after it.

Why is the first thing
more important than the second?

Why is the second more important
than the third? Tell me that?

Because each action
is separate and distinct.

Some are good, some are evil.

[Laughs]

Them's just words.

If they hang me, they hang me
'cause they can,

and 'cause they wish to do it.

They will be following their
inclination as I follow mine.

Sumner:
You recognise no authority then,

no right or wrong
beyond yourself?

Drax: Men like you ask questions
to satisfy themselves.

You know, makes yourselves
feel cleaner,

cleverer than the rest.
But you ain't!

You think we are all like you,
but how?

How? How is that possible?

Drax:
Well, I seen enough killing

to suspect I ain't
the only one to do it.

I'm a man like any other,
give or take.

Sumner: No.
That I will not accept.

[Chuckles] Well, you please
yourself, like I please myself.

You know, you accept
what suits you,

- you reject what don't.
- [Thunder]

The law is just a name they give
to what certain men prefer.

Sumner:
There is no reasoning with you.

[Chuckles]

Why did you keep the gold ring?

Why not sell it on, man?

I keep it... for...

Remembrance.

Well, a man who's scared
of himself

ain't much of a man in my book.

You think I'm scared?

Aye. Because of whatever
happened over there.

Whatever it was you did
or didn't do.

You say you keep it
for remembrance,

but that ain't it at all,
it can't be.

You do not know me.

You have no idea what I am.

Drax: Well, there ain't
a terrible lot to know.

You're not as complicated
as you think.

What little there is to know,

well, I reckon I know it
well enough.

[Sniffs]

Otto: Wake up! Sumner!

Sumner! Wake up!

- McKendrick: I have these!
- Cavendish: With a will!

Otto: Get out!

Cavendish:
Get that one down there!

Just jump on it!

[Overlapping shouting]

Otto: Webster, bannon,
get the sides!

Get those lines over here!

Hold the sides!

Cavendish: Jump on it!

Keep the lamps away
from the tent!

[Crewman shouts]

Cavendish:
Get over there and help!

Otto: Get me some line!

[Overlapping shouting]

McKendrick: Use them casks.
Bring 'em here!

- Cavendish: Get over there!
- [Ice cracks]

[Ice cracks]

[Indistinct shouting]

McKendrick: Oh, fuck!

[Pants]

[Grunts]

[Groans]

[Groans]

[Wind whistles]

[Sighs]

Where is she?

Gone.

Gone where?

Most likely she ventured out
into the pack last night

to escape from the bergs.

Morwood knows where we are.

All we need to do
is wait for him here,

show a bit of faith
and Patience.

Why would a ship unmoor
in the middle of a storm?

Surely it would be safer
to remain where she was?

Well, if a berg is bearing down,

the captain does what's needed
to save the ship.

Exactly. Whatever
you have to do, you do it.

How long might we have
to wait here for?

That all depends.

If she finds open water,
then it could be today.

- If not then...
- I don't have my medicine chest.

It was taken across already
without...

Is any man here sick?

Not yet, no.

Then I'd say your medicine chest

is the least
of our fucking worries.

And if she's sunk, mr cavendish?

She ain't sunk!

[Breathes deeply]

Are there any other ships
in the area?

Anyone that could
possibly save us?

No. I'm afraid
we're not near enough.

It's too late in the season
and we're too far north.

Most of the fleet will have
left pond's bay by now.

She ain't sunk.

She's somewhere out there
in the sound, that's all.

If we wait here,
she'll turn up right enough.

Otto: We should go out
on the whaleboat to search.

She could've been blown
miles off to the east.

And if we don't find her,
what then?

Then I hope you brought your
swimming togs with you, paddy.

Because we're an awful long
fucking way to anywhere else!

[Retreating footsteps]

[Groans]

Cavendish: You listen to me!

The Hastings has gone,
likely into the sound.

McKendrick: You mean she's sunk?

- [Indistinct chatter]
- [Pants]

[Indistinct chatter]

Cavendish: What I need from you
is some faith!

[Coughs]

She'll be here today
or tomorrow.

- McKendrick:
You never had a fucking plan.
- [Retches]

Cavendish: Just do
what brownlee would've done!

You don't fucking speak
to your captain like that.

[Angry shouting]

Cavendish: I am telling you
for the last time.

- What we gonna do now, eh?
- This is your fucking fault!

McKendrick: Oh, fuck!

I'll put the second bullet
into any cunt who
fancies his chances.

I'm the captain still,

and I'll cheerfully kill
any mutinous bastard

who dares to think otherwise.

- [Yells]
- [Gunshot]

[Crewmen groans]

I'm a loose Cannon, I am.

I do whatever takes
my fancy at the time,

and you best remember that

if you ever think
of crossing me again.

Tomorrow we make
a run for pond's bay.

The Hastings will be there,
but if it's not,

we'll surely find another ship
to take us.

It's a hundred mile to pond's
bay if it's an inch.

Then you bastards best sober up
and get some damn sleep!

It's a foolish way to go.

Man's carrying a rifle,

you don't take him on
with a barrel stave.

That's simple common sense.

- Cavendish:
I'm the captain, still.
- Cook: Aye.

- [Breathes deeply]
- Cavendish: You clear him out.

You clear him out now,
you Danish prick!

[Chuckles]

[Sumner grunts]

[Sumner pants]

[Sumner coughs]

[Coughs]

[Groans]

[Sumner coughs heavily]

[Coughs]

[Sniffles]

[Sobs]

Sumner: I need my laudanum,
I need my laudanum.

[Sobs] I need my laudanum.

I need that chest.

- No, you don't.
- I need that chest.

-No, you need to rest
-you don't understand, Otto.

- I do understand.
- Please.

There's nothing we can do.

- You need to rest.
- [Sobs]

No, I'm too hot. I'm too hot.

No, you're not.
You gotta stay warm.

- I'm not telling you any more.
- [Sobs]

- You need to rest.
- [Breathes deeply]

- [Whimpers]
- Sumner, listen to me.

You need to rest.

There. That's it.

- Stay warm.
- [Breathes deeply]

[Indistinct chatter]

Sumner:
I have tried every hospital

that I can think of,

and my diplomas
mean nothing now.

All of my hard work
has been completely squandered.

Ward:
I'm sorry I can't help you.

I know
you're a talented surgeon.

[Ward sighs]

Perhaps england is not the place
for you anymore.

Too rigid, too severe.

You must give up such an idea
and try america.

Or Brazil.

They will forgive a man
of his mistakes in Brazil,
but not here.

Not in england.

Not unless you are
a certain kind of man,

and unfortunately, neither
you or I will ever be that man.

But you believe me, don't you?
About corbyn?

You believe that all of this
was his doing?

Sending us to find the loot.

My court-martial.

All of it was because of him.

Ward: I do believe you.

But I fear others will not.

Or even if they do,
they cannot risk helping you.

You do understand that,
don't you?

Fucking corbyn.

Ward:
I'm sorry to say your story
is a friendly reminder,

a warning if you will,

of what calamities
might overtake us

if we lose our vigilance against
privileged men like him.

[Sighs]

Start again, that is my advice.

[Gulps]

[Breathes heavily]

[Indistinct chatter]

[Sumner sniffs]

Corbyn: He inherits this estate
in north Norfolk, or somewhere.

He's convinced he's gonna be
a gentleman farmer.

Apparently,
the ground's so salty,

he can't grow potatoes,
let alone...

- Excuse me, mr corbyn?
- Hm?

- [Grunts]
- Fuck!

What the hell are you doing?

You bastard!

[Man groans]

I should find a constable
and have you arrested.

Man: Jesus. Who are you?

I am no one.

Don't lie to me.

- I recognise that face.
- Sumner: No, I'm sorry.

I am no one, no one at all.

If you really are no one,
then I don't suppose
you'll object too much to this.

[Gasps]

The Hastings is gone.

Sunk in the storm.

Smashed to little pieces
by a berg

and every fucker in her,
bar none, is drowned for sure.

[Gasps]

[Crewman coughs]

Cavendish: We'll winter over.

It's been done before.

[Drax scoffs]
It hasn't been done before

and it hasn't been done before
because it can't be done.

Not unless you have a ship
to shelter in

and ten times
the provisions we have.

We'll find a ship, and if
we don't, we'll winterer over.

Whichever way it goes,
we'll all live long enough

to see you hanged in england,
you can be sure of that.

Drax: I'd be happier hanged

than starve or freeze
to death, I tell you.

We'll drown you now,
you cavilling bastard.

One less fucking mouth to feed.

You wouldn't like
my dying words too well
if you tried that trick.

Although there are others here
who might find 'em
interesting enough.

You haven't got nothing on me,
Henry.

So don't ever think you do.

Oh, I ain't squeezing, Michael.

I'm just reminding

that the time may never come,
but if it does come,

it'd suit you to be ready.

That's all.

[Cavendish pants]

- [Sumner groans]
- [Head thuds on boat]

- [Thudding continues]
- [Sumner sobs]

Man: ♪ oh, we'd be all right
if the wind was in our sails ♪

♪ we'd be all right
if the wind was in our sails ♪

♪ we'd be all right
if the wind was in our sails ♪

♪ and we'll all
hang on behind ♪

All: ♪ and we'll roll
the old chariot along ♪

♪ we'll roll
the old chariot along ♪

♪ and we'll roll
the old chariot along ♪

♪ and we'll all
hang on behind ♪

[Wind howls]