All language subtitles for The.North.Water.S01E04.WEBRip.x264-ION10

Otto tells me
that on the seventh day,

God looked down on the earth
and saw that all was good.

Now, I'm a God-fearing
Christian like the best of them,

but if I was a
different kind of man,

I dare say I'd be asking
for my money back.

Well, talk of God isn't
going to invigorate us

and if we are to
survive the winter

on the rations that we have,

then we must begin to hunt.

Today, we will split
into groups of three.

Otto, McKendrick, myself

will take the rifles and climb
the headland in search for food.

The other group
will remain here,

spending a minimum of one hour
tramping up and down the strand

in an attempt to
maintain vigour.

You should let
me help you, boys.

I'm a good shot, me.
All I need's a rifle.

Gentlemen,

I can appreciate that morale may
be scarcely low at this point,

but if you choose
to remain immobile,

your blood will thicken
and clot in your veins.

Your organs will become
flaccid and eventually fail,

and you will die a most
excruciating death.

Is that clear?

- Have I made myself perfectly clear?
Yeah.

Yeah.

Very good.

The men
do as I instruct,

but they make no effort.

Without the rigour and purpose
of the shipboard duties.

they are lost.

- We decide to break the first of the whaleboats.

But the fire gives them
little comfort or warmth.

Yet, gradually free from the
wretchedness of my withdrawal,

the tyranny of my addiction,

I feel stronger.

Weeks pass,

or is it months?

And rations fade.

And the cold seeps
into our bones.

Why are you giving me such
a fucking raw deal?

I deserve better
than this!

But I will not fall apart.

Lads. Wake up.

They've got seal.

You got seal.

Food.

- We're hungry.
- Trade?

Yes.

Yes.

What have we got?

Pocket flask.

- Here.
- No, no. No, this.

- Flensing knife. That's good.
- Yeah, that isgood.

It's a good flask.

This is very sharp.

- Yeah,
have a look at that as well.

No?

Yeah.

No, we, we can't eat this!

Food is what we want.

That.

Yeah?

Yeah, take that. Cut
us a slice of that.

All right, back off, boys.

They know what we're about.

Hey, Cookie.

Get some wood on.

Well done, Michael.

I don't think
the pan's hot enough.

That's hot enough. Do you
wanna come down here and do it?

Give us a minute.

I could eat it raw.

Mmm.

Same.

Mm. It's good.

If they keep
on giving us seals,

we can burn the
blubber for warmth,

- have enough meat to go around.
- Hmm.

Look at them down there, laughing
and joking with themselves.

We need to strike
a good bargain.

The problem is, they
already know we're screwed.

You think they'd let
us starve to death?

Happily. Heathenish
fuckers such as them

ain't burdened with the
Christian virtues of men like us.

What virtues are those?

That's the God's truth of it.

If they don't fancy what
we have to offer them,

they'll be gone just as
quick as they arrived.

Offer the rifles then.

Each rifle for five dead seals,
three rifles is 15 seals.

We should last the
winter off that.

I'll tell 'em ten,
ten per rifle.

Though I honestly doubt

those savage bastards
can even count that high.

Hey!

Yeah, you. Come up!

Yeah, I wanna trade.

Recognise that?

That one. That
one, the front one.

Yeah. Go on, go on.

That there's a good weapon.

Now, I want ten of your seals

for us to eat for one rifle.

- Ten.
- Please.

Ah.

No, no, no. I won't be Jewed
down by no fucking Eskimo.

- Ten.
Shit.

Four seals for a rifle? What
kind of cunt do you think I am?

If they walk away now,
we will die for certain.

- We'll survive without them.
- No, we will not.

Actually, give me that.

- That's part of the wager.

Where's the pan?

Very good.

Of all the
comrades that e'er I had,

they're sorry for my going away.

And all the sweethearts
that e'er I had,

they'd wish me one
more day to stay.

But since it falls into my lot

that I should rise
and you should not,

then I'll gently rise
and I'll softly call,

good night and joy
be with you all.

You got a...

A nice, nice, nice fat-looking
one you've got there.

I can help you. I-I-I
can butcher him.

Oh, oh, yeah,
yeah, my chains. Look.

See them fucks up there,
they don't trust me, see?

They
think I'm dangerous.

Shh, ssh. No, no, no.

Let me do it. Let me do it.
I can do it easy, come on.

Just give me a...
Yeah, your knife.

I just need your knife.

You cut it?

Hm.
- Right you are.

Go on then, I'll watch.

Oh, I say, I say.

Oh.

Mm.

- Go on.

I've eaten worse in
my time. Plenty worse.

Mm.

Ah.

- Hmm?

I've eaten eyeballs before.

An eyeball's an easy picking.

I'll gobble down
anything you give me,

any fucking thing at all.

I ain't fussy. Brains,
bollocks, arseholes.

Hmm.

Hmm.

What they saying?

I think they want to leave.

Well, they can't.

The sea is freezing.

If they don't go now,
they'll be stuck with us.

We need more seals.

No, we've got
enough from them to last us.

Provided they come
back, we should survive.

Well, how about the
old bastard goes,

and the other one
stays here with us?

If they go off together, we can't
be ever sure they're coming back.

We can talk to them, but
don't go threatening them.

As soon as you do that,
they'll be gone for good.

They may
have that one rifle,

but they haven't got no
balls or powder for it yet.

So I reckon I can threaten
the bastards all I like.

He stays here.

- You can fuck off.
- Michael.

No, don't turn your back on me.

You think killing them will
change their minds, do ya?

I ain't killing anyone yet.

I'm just aiming to get a little
more attention, that's all.

Put the gun down.

Please.

Excuse me?

Excuse me.

Can you stay?

Can he stay here
with us, please?

He stay...

Ah.

For you.

Your ring won't work.

If you can't eat it
or burn it or fuck it,

it's not much use out here.

They're not stupid.

They can trade it with
other whalers, and...

He stays.

Yes?

Yes?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Come on now.

It seems your criminal
endeavours have paid off.

Psst.

Psst.

- Is that Britannia?
- Aye. Aye.

You're a surprising bastard,
I'll give you that, Henry Drax.

Do you remember the
time we talked about?

The time we both thought
might never happen.

I remember it well enough.

Then I expect you can more or less
guess what I'm about to tell you.

That time hasn't come.

- It can't have, not out here.
- It has, Michael.

Bollocks to that.

When the old Eskimo
leaves in the morrow,

he's gonna take me with him.

It's all been agreed between us.

All I need from you is a
file to get these chains off,

that and a... you know, as we
said, a quick glance the other way.

- You'd rather live as a Yak?

I might. I'll winter over
with them if they let me.

And come spring, I'll
look out for a ship.

Bound for where?

It doesn't matter.

New Bedford, Sebastopol.

You won't see sight of me again.

I'll swear to that, at least.

- All of us trapped here now.
Aye.

Why should I help
you alone to escape?

Well, you're only keeping
me alive and breathing

so they can hang me later on.

Now where's the sense
or the reason in that?

Let me take my
chances with the Yaks.

I mean, the savage bastards
may stick a lance in me,

but if they do, there's no man
here will mourn my passing much.

I'm a whaleman, not a
jailer, that's true enough.

Aye.

You think on it, it's
one less mouth to feed,

and when you get
back to England,

there'll be no blame attached.

You and Baxter can go
about your business

without no trouble from me.

You can even keep
my share.

You know, for giving
me a helping hand.

You're an evil

filthy

conniving bastard, Henry.

- And I expect
you always were one.

Maybe.

But if I am what you call me,

why would you want such a fiend
living so close amongst you

when you have the God-given
chance to cut him free?

Ah, ha-ha.

You can't use it
inside the tent.

Well, the seal meat
don't agree with me none.

I'll be in and out all
night shitting, I expect.

- I've been thinking...
- Aye.

What if I come along with you?

Well, it's safer here.

We can't all winter through alive.
Seven men? It ain't possible.

One or two might die, but I'd
say you won't be one of them.

I'd sooner take my chances
with the Yaks, like you are.

It's not the agreement
I made. It's me alone.

Well, I'll make
me own agreement.

Separate, like, why not?

You'll do best to stay.

Nay, I'll be coming with.

And that there
file's my ticket out.

You always were

a bold and blusterous
fucker, Michael Cavendish.

You'd thought to get one over
on me, but you won't do it.

I ain't staying here to
die with these others.

- Yeah.
- I got bigger plans.

Aye.

Get ready,
but wait for my whistle.

Don't come till you hear it.

Shh.

I haven't whistled you yet.

I ain't waiting for no whistle.

The case is altered.

- Altered?
Yes.

How so?

I have to show you something.

Show me what?

Take a look inside.

What the fuck am I
meant to be looking at?

Hurry, Michael.

You'll like it.

This weren't
my idea, Michael.

This one was yours alone.

He must've helped
Drax cut through his chains.

He deserves this
then, the stupid fuck.

What do we do now?

What do we eat once
the seal meat is gone?

We get hungry.

Unless we fancy cooking the grand
Master Cavendish here in a tasty stew.

Why would Drax
kill those Eskimo?

They must've had
something he wanted.

What shall we do
with this prick now?

We bury him, of course.

Dear Lord,

help us understand Your
purpose and Your mercy.

Fuck him.
Preserve us

from the grave sin of despair.

- Let us not give in to evil.

Give us faith

in the workings of
Your Providence.

Help us remember

that Your Love
created this world,

and Your Love sustains
it still at every moment.

And let us remember

that we are a part of
Your greater mystery,

and that You are never absent.

And even if we fail
to see Your presence,

or mistake it for some
other lesser thing,

You are still
right here with us.

Thank you, Lord. Amen.

We've had the Devil himself
living here amongst us.

I seen his footprints
out there in the snow.

The cloven hoof, the mark of
Satan. I seen it clear as day.

And I've seen it too.

Like the tracks of
a pig or a goat...

There are no such tracks.

No marks at all.

The only Devil here is
the one inside ourselves.

Drax is Satan taken
on a fleshly form.

- He ain't human like me and you.
He's not the Devil.

He's a tormented spirit,
yes, but he's not the Devil.

I've seen him in my dreams.
Spoke to him many times.

There's three dead men outside

I'd weigh against
your fucking dreams.

Whatever he may
be, he's gone now.

Aye.

But where's he gone?

And who says he won't come back?

We can find the Yaks' camp,

and they can take us down to
the Yankee whaling station

on Blacklead Island.
We'll be safe there.

You don't know where the Yak
camp is or how far distant.

I've had my fill of taking
other men's advertisements.

We followed orders
since we left Hull,

and it's that that's brought
us to this sorry fucking pass.

There are no tracks.

There are no landmarks that
any of us can recognise.

Those who wanna stay
in this accursed place can stay,

but I am not staying
an hour longer.

Have dinner
tonight at the least.

You're a decent man, Otto,

but I will knock you down if
you stand in my fucking way.

There aren't too many men

who would... stick up
for a fellow like me.

- So thank you.
- Hey.

Good luck.

You too.

If Henry Drax is not the Devil,

then I cannot claim
to know what he is.

If there is an English word
coined for a man like him,

I do not believe
I have learned it.

Nor will you learn it,

not by any human book at least.

Well, you dreamt
that we'd all die,

and it's coming true.

We have very little food,

the sea is completely iced over,

and we are gradually freezing
day by day with no hope

of help,

or rescue.

Miracles do occur.

If great evil exists, why
not great good the same?

Signs and fucking wonders.

Signs and fucking wonders.

Is that the very best
you can offer me?

I'm not offering you anything.

Not anymore.

If we're going
to live, we have to hunt.

What?

We need to hunt.

Yeah. I know.

As soon the weather passes.

What about a bear?

Can you eat a bear?

Yeah. You can.

Happy?

Patrick.
Hmm?

There's no
signs. I'm freezing.

Let's switch.

Homo homini lupus.

Homo homini lupus.

- Oh, shit.

Come out.

Come out!

Come out.

Come out.

Come out!

Come out!

Come out and face me!

Face me!

Come out!

Come out!

Come out.

Come out. Come out.

You lay there and rest,

whoever you are.