All language subtitles for 01-12_The_Onedin_Line-Cry_Of_The_Blackbird

Man that is born of a woman
hath but a short time to live

and is full of misery.

We therefore commit his body to the deep...

..be turned into corruption,

looking for the resurrection of the body

when the sea shall give up her dead.

Amen.

Right, let's get under way again, Mr Baines.

- Brace the main yards.
- Aye aye, sir.

Brace the main yards!

That's the fifth death since we left England.

Ah, three weeks should get us to Sydney Cove.

We're over the worst of it, Anne.

Patrick Conroy, aged seven, sick these last
seven days of the dysentery.

Died this morning. Buried at sea.

Because they can't take proper care
of themselves.

- All right.
- And because they don't eat as they should.

- It's no concern of mine.
- They're your passengers, aren't they?

They're all damn... Look out.

Look, Anne, let's have no more of this.

These people wanted to go to New South Wales.

I warned them it was a mortal risk.

I could provide no vittling, they'd have
to fend for themselves between ports.

- Oh, James.
- Look, Anne.

This consignment will show
well over ã1,000 profit.

We can then buy Braganza's share of the ship.

- I shall own two ships, outright.
- I've things to do now, James.

Better things than argue with you.

Anne!

What in God's name do you think you're doing?

- Now, put that stuff back where it belongs.
- No, James.

Look, our provisions are reckoned
down to the last farthing.

It's two weeks since our last landfall,
and it'll be five days more

before they can buy food, they'll starve.

For the last time...

- it must not become our concern.
- Oh, but it is, James.

Human beings are more important than profit.

You must see that, at length.

As I do.

Don't you let my uncle bully you, Daniel.

No, Miss Callon, I won't.

Not Miss Callon.
How many times must I tell you?

Emma.

Who is that woman?

Do you know her?

Er...yes. Yes, I know her.

Is she one of those women of easy...

She's Mrs Albert Frazer.

So that's her.

- James Onedin's sister.
- Yes.

- Daniel.
- Oh, good afternoon, Mrs Frazer.

I should like to introduce Miss Callon,
she's sailing to Ireland to visit relatives.

Daniel, you've not called
on Albert and I as you promised.

Forgive me, Mrs Fraser,
I am home but a few days

and I have much to do before sailing.

I quite understand.

Being a captain suits you, Daniel.

Oh, you should go aboard now,
Miss...er, Emma.

- She'll be sailing in a minute.
- Very well. Goodbye, Mrs Frazer.

Miss Callon.

Don't forget, next time you're home.

Goodbye, Daniel.

Goodbye, Emma.

Callon's niece.

Well, I never took you
for an ambitious man, Daniel.

It's amazing what
a touch of misfortune can do for a man.

I wonder if she'd wave so prettily if she knew.

- Knew?
- That you're a father.

# Oh, the farmers go around the field

# Their legs tied up with straw

# The miners, they go underground

# And never miss a bore

# Oh, a-mining we will go, my boy

# A-mining we will go

# With picks and shovels in our hands

♪ A-mining we will go ♪

There's rum comin' out your ears.

If I care to take a drink now and again,
it's my business, eh?

And if you care not to pay for it,
ain't that mine?

Filthy bedbugs!

Don't come back till you pay your score.

Oh!

Get out of the way!

Woman.

Woman, hear me!

I bring you the comfort of God.

No cargo? No cargo?

My unhappy duty to inform you, Captain.

It's sad. Real sad.

- But I've travelled 12,000 miles for that c...
- So have others, sir.

Look here. I have a bill, it's all set out clearly.

- My principals in England...
- Not worth the paper it's printed on.

- What?
- Not worth the ink.

- Will that be more rum, gentlemen?
- Ah, there's a better kind of notion.

- You'll take another nobbler, will you, Captain?
- Oh, no.

- Oh. Well, in that case...
- Half a crown.

Wait!

Why is my bill not worth
the paper that it's written on?

- Cos there's no bloomin' wool, of course.
- No wool?

Not a twist. Look, everyone knows the situation.

It's the gold rush. These mutton-headed sheep
farmers have simply scattered off their pastures

to run and dig gold out of the nearest hill.

We haven't had a lower clip in ten years,
it's the stone end.

Mr Hamway!

For nothing? You're telling me
this terrible journey's been for nothing?

- We'll find another cargo somehow.
- The wool was the whole reason.

A clear ã1,000 profit, you said.

Ah, Captain Onedin, sir.

- Who the devil are you?
- My name is Amos McPherson.

I'm allotted Director of Ships towards you, sir.

I've spent the morning praying
in the Mariners' Church,

and scarce had arisen from my knees,
than I encountered you.

You see, I could not help
but overhear a conversation

you held with a certain party
ashore a wee while ago.

Seems you've no cargo to carry.

You're a minister, Mr McPherson?

Servant of the Lord, by His grace, ma'am. Aye.

You'd be Mrs Onedin?

Mm-hm.

Aah, New South Wales.

A field ripe to the harvest, aye.

A sink of drunkenness, lust and iniquity.

But it is not the only place on God's earth
that needs ministrations,

I'm afraid to tell you, Captain.

You'll have heard of the islands of Papua?

Aye, I have heard of them.

Papua is the mission field in which
I have spent five rewarding years,

but now it seems the people there
stand in terrible danger.

Unless I act, and act quickly.

Captain Onedin, I wish you to set sail at once,

and take me and my helpers
to the islands of Papua.

- You what?
- To save an innocent people from corruption.

- Now, see here.
- All over the Pacific Ocean, it's happening.

Wicked traders, greedy mariners.

Cheating the people, introducing
them to alcohol, tobacco, debasing them.

The matter is desperate, sir.

- You are a Christian man?
- I'm a shipowner.

I carry goods from one part of the world
to the other, for profit.

For profit.

Aye, but of course.
A labourer is worthy of his hire.

Well, what's your fee, Captain? Name it.

You'll find I'm able to pay.

After we reach Papua, I shall simply require you

to take aboard a group of natives
of my selection

and return us all to the coast of Queensland.

- Queensland?
- Where I have a mission school, Captain, aye.

It is my desire to educate these and other poor
creatures away from the evils that beset them.

- How'd you come by money like this?
- James!

Oh, no, I never saw a parson that carries
so much wealth around with him.

Well, there...there must be, well,
what, maybe ã200 here.

You must forgive my husband, Mr McPherson.

Years of dealing with the villains
of the sea have made him suspicious.

- He meant no offence.
- Well, now.

Imagine that. To be challenged by the husband
and championed by the wife.

I took no offence, Mrs Onedin. No.

Be it known, sir, that I have just returned
from England.

Humanitarian bodies there
have contributed to my work,

which is of the first importance, I assure you.

Well, will you sail out on
the business of the Lord, Captain Onedin, hm?

I think your wife has
no doubt of such a venture.

But you, sir. You.

# Singing too-rall,
li-oo-rall, li-ad-di-ty

# Singing too-rall, li-oo-rall, li-ay

# Singing too-rall,
li-oo-rall, li-ad-di-ty

# As we're bound for Botany Bay

♪ Farewell to Old England... ♪

- Easy, lad, easy.
- But it's mine, Mr Quennel.

- Two aces.
- Ah, well, I see how you come by 'em.

I seen that slippy move under the table.

- Never.
- I seen it.

Isn't that so, me covies? I seen it.

Never take a landlubber for a fool,
just cos he can't read sails.

- Three kings.
- # Singing too-rall, li-oo-rall, li-ad-di-ty

# Singing too-rall, li-oo-rall, li-ay

# Singing too-rall, li-oo-rall, li-ad-di-ty

# As we're bound for Botany Bay

♪ Farewell to... ♪

On watch in ten minutes, Joey.

- Aye, Mr Baines.
- Two.

♪ Farewell to the old... ♪

On watch in ten minutes, I said.

Now, what's your grouse, Mr Baines?
He's got time to finish his hand, hasn't he?

So you can rob him again, Quennel?

How much have you had off him so far?

You know, seamen don't have the means
to gamble with the likes of you.

I can't do much about you
and your fine friend there,

but by God, you'll cause
no trouble among this crew

or you'll be over the side one dark night.

You take it too serious, Mr Baines.

Where's the 'arm in a game of chance?

Well, your parson might tell you,
right enough, if he knew.

- Be a couple of parsons made you a...
- Mr Baines!

- Ha!
- Mr Baines!

Aaah!

Parson's men stole me.

I'll teach you true religion any time
it takes your fancy to learn, Quennel.

Any time.

- Some port, Mr McPherson?
- Thank you, no, no, ma'am.

I seldom touch wine, but if by any chance
you were scraping the pot...

- Ah!

Aye.

Thank you, ma'am.

Mr McPherson,

those two assistants of yours,
Roper and Quennel.

Yes, Captain?

They seem very strange companions
for a man of God.

Who are these men, Mr McPherson?

They do seem strange people
to be helping you with your work.

Have you not heard there's more rejoicing
in heaven over one sinner that repenteth

than over 99 just which need no repentance.

- What's that got to do with it?
- Oh, Roper and Quennel are sinners, Captain.

No getting away from it. A clearer claim
to the title than most. They're criminals.

- Criminals?
- Aye, both transported to New South Wales

these ten years ago, now.

One for burglary, the other for near murder.

Why in God's name would you want to bring
a couple of criminals aboard my ship, eh?

Only in God's name, Captain. In what other?

I pray with these men every night.

Parson, my mate says they are troublemakers.
A bad lot.

Yet, if they were to be abandoned now,

they'd be set on a course for hell,
would they not?

I...I did not choose
to be associated with these men,

but when I came upon them in such need
in Sydney, I considered I had an obligation.

You mean you've brought these men with you
to try and reform them?

No man is damned till he enters hellfire, ma'am.

No soul is lost until
the devil claims it as his own.

Let him who is without sin cast the first stone.

And now, Lord, for what we have received,
make us truly thankful, amen.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
I have other matters to attend to.

Once again, an excellent dinner,
Mrs Onedin, my thanks.

- You're welcome, Mr McPherson.
- Good night to you both.

- Sanctimonious damn hypocrite!
- James! You want his money, don't you?

Aye, but I didn't contract
for his correction and his advice.

You might have guessed
you'd hardly get one without the other.

- You're enjoying all this, aren't you?
- Don't be silly.

Having a ripe old laugh at my expense.

Mr McPherson clearly thinks that human beings
are more important than profit.

Well, I'm bound to respect
a man like that, aren't I?

So when they cried unto the Lord
in their trouble

He delivered them out of their distress

He sent His word, and healed them

And they were saved from their destruction

Oh, that men would therefore
praise the Lord for His goodness

And declare the wonders
that He doeth for the children of men

That they would offer unto Him
the sacrifice of thanksgiving

And tell out His works with gladness

They that go down to the sea in ships

And occupy their business in great waters

- These men see the works of the Lord
- What's the matter with him?

- And His wonders in the deep.
- Smooth as a millpond.

For at His word the stormy wind ariseth

Which lifteth up the waves thereof

They are carried up to the heaven,
and down again to the deep

Their soul melteth away because of the trouble

They reel to and fro,
and stagger like a drunken man

And are at their wits' end

So when they cry unto the Lord in their trouble...

So when they cry unto the Lord in their trouble

He delivereth them out of their distress

For He maketh the storm to cease

So that the waves thereof are still

Then are they glad, because they are at rest

And so He bringeth them unto the haven
where they would be

I'm aware it's casting a bit of a pebble.

- O that men would therefore praise the Lord...
- But to me, that man is drunk.

..for His goodness, and declare the wonders
that He doeth for the children of men

That they would exalt Him also
in the congregation of the people

And praise Him in the seat of the elders

Who turneth the floods into a wilderness

And drieth up the water-springs

Fruitful land maketh He barren

For the wickedness of them that dwell therein

Mr McPherson! What are you doing here?

Er...I came below for dinner, ma'am.

- Dinner isn't for another hour yet.
- Er...no, no, that's so.

It must be my watch, forgive me.

I'm sorry, Mr McPherson. It...

It's nothing to do with me, I expect.

I don't understand.

Oh, drink!

Oh, there's the devil in drink.

You'll think as I do, ma'am, that he rots in hell
this Sunday morning.

- Mr McPherson!
- It's a demon's brew and no two ways.

- Now, look...
- I thought it might help me

but I was a fool to entertain such a notion.

- And you, ma'am. What have I done to you?
- Done to me?

You believe in me, Mrs Onedin.
That's important.

Your husband, now, is a fine man, but he's not
the will to the Lord's work that you have.

Please, tell me,
have I destroyed your faith in me?

It's honestly a very trivial matter,
now, please,

- go to your cabin and try to sleep it off.
- Not till you tell me the truth. Mm...

For...for God's sake.

I fight, you see.
I wrestle with Satan, Mrs Onedin.

But he has his victories over me, always.

As the days go on, I feel an intolerable weight
upon my shoulders.

As the days go on, I...I feel so alone.

Are you saying that you turned to drink today
because you were lonely?

Perhaps.

Aye...aye, that's the truth of it.

Loneliness. Yes, I know what that can mean.

But we none of us should live alone
if we can choose to do otherwise.

- It's not the way God made us.
- Ah, ma'am.

You're a strange man. There are things in you
I'll probably never understand.

You risk yourself
out of your own goodness of heart.

Is there not something in the Scriptures
about he who saved others,

but could not save himself?

Things in me you'll never understand.

Aye, well, perhaps
we shall thank God for it, ma'am.

For if you ever did,

would you be able to forgive so easy?

Me Eremasi.

Me head fella.

You bring good thing, master?

Oh, Lord, in Thy infinite mercy,
grant to these, Thy lost children,

the favour of Thy light
and the dew of Thy eternal grace, amen.

You God fella!

You fella talk Papa him b'long on top.

Melua! We make friend this fella.

Such radiant blooms.

Such flowers of the Tree of Paradise.

Eremasi.

Welcome, in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ.

Welcome in the name of the Lord.
Welcome, everybody, aboard.

- Praise be to the Lord!

Praise be to the Lord Jesus Christ! Welcome!

Welcome a hundred times,
in the name of the Lord Jesus Christ!

None to go ashore save themselves, he says.

Honest seamen might corrupt the natives.

I'll be going ashore, Mr Baines.

Soon as it's dusk, have a boat ready.

- ..in the name of the Lord!

In the name of the Lord Jesus Christ!

- You listen.

Papa say, don't be afraid, God fella.

God fella bring good thing all people.

Him big fella.

Master too much. Long shall sleep.

You speak true thing.

Thank you, thank you. My friends.

My dear, dear friends.

First, we all understand the words.

Feel them in your hearts and it will be clear.

Fear not, my words
are the words of the Lord God on high,

who speaks to every man
in the silence of his mind.

Now, I see I have your love.
I am glad of that, it is fitting.

- Aah!
- Sh! Quiet.

Why are we here, Captain? What's the caper?

I thought it was all right
about His Reverence now.

- Only last night, Mrs Onedin was saying...
- Baines.

- We wish you only good.
- A man doesn't have to think...

as his wife thinks.

Yes, ever since the white man
came to these parts, you have suffered.

Now we turn your suffering to joy

with a message from the Lord on high,

and His message is clear.

To those who will accept His word,

he offers the heaven of light and peace
and everlasting praise.

But to those who reject it,

och, my friends,
hear me carefully when I say this,

He promises only the hell of fire, hm?

Fire!

- Everlasting flames!

Oh, would you be so foolish, my good friends?

Would you endure the torment and the agony
prepared for the devil and his angels?

Think! Think of the damnable pain
as the hot fire sears the helpless body, mm?

Think of the scorching flesh.

I have come to warn you while there's time.

Hear the words and you shall be spared,
for now until salvation!

Though your sins be a scarlet,
ye shall become as white as snow.

For God loves you!

Do we have to listen to this, Captain?
It's only religion.

- Aye.
- ..the terrible wrath to come.

The natives, they trust him.

Well, what else do you expect? These natives
don't know their backsides from a side of beef.

- He's naught but a parson.
- Choose the heaven of the just...

Naught but a parson.

Choose, my friends. Heaven or hell.

God or sin.
Who can doubt where his advantage lies?

Oh, my friends,

I come only to save you from hell
and lead you to heaven.

Now, who will be up first? Mm?

Who will rise up to say he chooses God,
renounces Satan,

who takes the first step to heaven?

The flower of the Tree of Paradise.

First fruits to the Lord.

No, lad, no. Evens.

- But that's the third you've won in a row.
- Well, born lucky, then, ain't I?

- Game for another throw?
- Aye, I'm game.

Right.

Well, well, well.

If it ain't the old sea-peeler hisself.

The upright Mr Baines.

- Come to spoil another evening's fun?
- You know, I heard it was forbid.

So's purse-picking, fornication and blasphemy.

Aye, it's a dull life, right enough.

Maybe we shouldn't put up with it no longer.

Pitch and toss.

Now, I've not played pitch and toss since I was
high and dry in Bristol these five years gone.

Well, now.

Could be I lost the talent
I once had for it, mind.

But...

Pitch away, Mr Quennel.

But you'll be holding service again on Sunday,
surely, Mr McPherson?

Oh, on Sunday, I will, ma'am, aye.

But it's unwise to give new converts
a surfeit of religion.

They seem a very willing and docile group,
I must say. It's remarkable.

Mm. They're a credit to God's grace, ma'am.

Though I must be jealous of them, they've lived
luxurious and corrupt lives until now.

A moment's irresponsibility, they could slip back.

- Evil lives?
- I beg your pardon.

I said, do you think the natives
have lived evil lives? They seem so happy.

Ah, you'd never guess the truth of it, ma'am.

The white man brings deadly sin among them
from which they must be saved.

But, you know, even left to themselves,
they're black with vice.

Lust, Mrs Onedin.
They mate how and when they will,

like the beasts in the field.

Aye. Well, with your permission, ma'am, I'd like
to leave this bag up here from now on.

- It's a mite damp in my cabin.
- Yes, of course.

Thank you, ma'am.

Fair wind and dead on course
for the coast of Queensland.

- We top the reef in the morning.
- Splendid.

Well, now, I'm for my meditations,
I'll say good evening.

Mr McPherson. How do you intend
to get them back to their island?

- I beg your pardon.
- The natives.

Er, when you've finished schooling them or
whatever it is that you have in mind for them,

how do you intend to get them back home?

Why, what a strange question.
That's a long way ahead, Captain.

I shall charter another ship.

Aren't that many ships
ply the coast of Queensland.

Not much to draw them. Last place God made...

- James.
- Queensland.

Oh, a few hovels of towns,
the untrammelled bush,

a bit of fruit growing, sugar cane.

Mighty queer place to take natives
for their education.

I'd have thought that a man
with their true good at heart would take them...

somewhere more likely,
say, erm...well, Sydney town.

- And expose them to dangers of civilisation?
- Well, to the light of day, anyway.

But I have devoted assistants
waiting for me in Queensland.

- More Ropers and Quennels?
- Men of the church,

who went selflessly to prepare the ground while
I journeyed in search of God's chosen ones.

But if there's to be doubt of me,

let's not persevere a moment longer
with our arrangement.

I'll pay you off, you can return to the island.

- Oh, I'm sure my husband...
- No, no, no, no, no, ma'am.

There'll be other ships and other masters,
if God so wills. Which is it to be, Captain?

Hm. I'll say good night to you, ma'am.

Your suspicions are very foolish, sir.

What earthly purpose, other than
the one he proposes, could a man like me have?

In matters such as this,
what other reason could there be?

I give you good night.

They went astray in the wilderness,
out of the way

And found no city to dwell in

Hungry and thirsty, their soul fainted in them

So they cried unto the Lord in their trouble

And He delivered them out of their distress

He led them forth by the right way

That they might go to the city where they dwelt

O that men would therefore
praise the Lord for His goodness

And declare the wonders
that He doeth for the children of men

Aye.

Hm.

- Evens.
- That's you again, Quennel, for the fifth time.

Ah, you'll do better yet, Mr Baines.

Ah. Hold on, there.

My toss, I reckon.

- Pennies.
- I was just reaching you the coins, Mr Baines.

Ordinary pennies.

- Aah. Look at that, Joby.
- What, Mr Baines?

What would you say that was,
round the edge, there?

A rim of lead. Aye.

It's just so they'll always know which way to fall.

It's nowt to do with me, Mr Baines.

He provided the pennies, young Joby there.

Oh, Joby.

The old palming trick.

Right, Mr Quennel.

Here is a time for a lesson in true religion.

Aaah!

Aah!

You'll do. Better'n your cheat of a mate,
I reckon.

Now, who is this parson cove?

What's his real game?

You...you must try to understand, Mrs Onedin.
I...I...I'm so alone.

More to understand, Mr McPherson?
More to forgive?

- Well, I'm but a man, for God's sake.
- And she's but a child.

The chief's daughter. Come here, girl.

No, missus. You go away. Me b'long God fella.

Me do all thing him want to much,
me no go hellfire.

- Mr McPherson?
- A simple people.

They cannot understand the Christian message.
Hearing it but once,

- a fear of punishment obsesses them.
- Go 'way, missus, go 'way.

- What's the matter? What has he told you?
- Nothing, nothing, ma'am.

- Please believe me, despite everything.
- Me no go hellfire.

Soon island all same hellfire.

God fella say, one day soon, fire b'long sky.

Him fall on island. Island all same hell.

All people come, big canoe.
Go for heaven, quick time.

Go to heaven?

Did you tell them this?

You promised to take them
to heaven aboard this ship?

- He's no parson, lad.
- He is!

- Aaah!
- I'll break it like a straw in a minute.

Damn your soul, he's a parson,
sure as Bibles, New Zealand.

- What?
- He was a parson there, he was.

Only they...heaved him out.

- Oh, they did so?
- Yes.

- Why?
- I don't know. Aargh!

Something...something about a girl.

A native girl he took a shine to.

Wait, Mrs Onedin. My business is to save souls.
Does it matter by what method?

Do you think you can lead people
to the truth by telling them lies?

It's as much of the truth
as these boobies will understand.

Please, ma'am, I know the minutiae
of their lives. The luxury, the lust.

Parson gone to the bad.

An unfrocked priest, eh?

You acted well, Baines.

- Now, what is in Queensland, Roper?
- How should I know?

- You've little respect for a straight arm.
- Aaaah!

Let's have the truth. All of it.

Well, what do you think's
in Queensland, you halfwit?

If you had a few more brains,
I'd buy you a child's reader.

- There's cane plantations, aren't there?
- Cane plantations?

All that cane to be cut,
and where's the labour to come from?

Ten pounds a head, we says. Ten pounds
for every able-bodied man or woman.

But I never knew a skipper make so much fuss,
even when he found out.

Cane plantations. Forced labour.

Blackbirding, aye.

A parson. I mean, even one gone to the bad...

And you and your confederates
have put me in the slave trade!

No, Captain. The man is lying,
as I'm sure you'll appreciate.

Aye. That mission school in Queensland,
you reckon that's still there, eh?

- James!
- Well, Mrs Onedin. A fortuitous arrival.

All doubts about to be swept away, ma'am,
all fears to be allayed.

He tricked the natives aboard this ship by telling
them he was taking them to heaven.

Allow me to present my credentials.

Aye, gold, Captain.

Our God is a generous God,

offering riches beyond compare to those
who question not, but do His work in peace.

Right, come on, now. All down below.

Come on, get down below.

Come on, you black devils, get down the hold!

What is this? What for?

God fella, him say make many sleep.

It's going to rain.
Can't you understand? It's going to rain.

Big fella,
him send plenty heap water down from sky.

Big... Get down in the hold, come on.

Come on, down there, quick.

Why must they go below? Why?

Maybe he doesn't want to take
any more chances with them.

- Anyway, what's it to me, eh?
- Nothing.

Or everything, I'm no longer sure which.

Now, look, Anne. It was you
who believed in him from the start.

Gave me the sharp side of your tongue
for not doing the same.

Lot of ignorant savages.

I can't lose always.

Anyway, what odds is it to me?

How can you pretend you want to save them
when you're sending them to a life of misery?

- Pretend I want to save them?
- You're still in orders.

- Nothing can alter that.
- Aye, I know,

and natives come easy with a parson,
they trust the cloth.

There's some in this trade dress in cassock
and surplice never had the right to at all,

would you guess that?

I have to live by some means or other,
since they took my living away.

- It's money? You're doing it all for money?
- I care for them, ma'am.

Meaning you tell yourself
they'd be better off as slaves?

Aye, maybe they would.
At least they'll be made to work, will they not?

Idleness, ma'am. Lust is the fruit of idleness.

And though I take away their freedom,
I'll cure them of their lust.

This is naught to do
with the blacks or the parson there.

Just a personal score to settle.

Oh! I see.

A knife man.

I was right about you.

Now, come on, come on.

Come on, you, come on.

Mr Baines!

Many years, all people have this story.

One day, island, him all burn up.

All people go heaven, loud big fella, canoe.

Then McPherson made use of it when he knew.

Can't you see, Chief? He's trying to do for you.

God fella make big lie. Big lie.

Where people go, no go heaven?

You tell master. Where go?

Hard labour. Precious little sleep or grub.

Work it out. Those who don't go to heaven,
they go to the other place.

- Hell!
- Aye.

God fella make big lie.

Him bad fella, too much.

Hell!

You've done for him, haven't you? My mate.

A knife in the ribs and then over the side.

Get below.

- I'll deal with you later.
- I could do for you too, you know.

Think McPherson wouldn't thank me for it?

You want too much money.
We could save on you.

What's happening?

- What's happening?
- God fella make big lie.

- You tell...
- He take people hell!

Tell them to be quiet, will you? Aaargh!

What's that? Listen.

Right. You'll help. If it's trouble,
you'll see me right. Come on.

What's the meaning of this? I sent you below.

You make too much big lie, God fella.

You bring all people hell.

Get below. Do you want her to be hurt?

Cos she will be, if you don't do as I tell you.

Hell b'long fire.

Plenty fire. Too much hurt fella.

Captain, Captain, I had to do it.

- I had to tell the natives where they stood.
- Mr Baines...

There are some things
a man can't be party to, sir.

Not for all the gold in the Bank of England.

No, no, wait. You don't understand.

- I only wanted to bring you happiness.
- Hell b'long fire.

No, no, listen. Hear me.
I'll...I'll take you all back to your island.

And I'll give you money. Gold.
You can buy things from the traders.

You go hellfire now, God fella. Quick time.

Och, you damn savages,
will you never comprehend?

No!

Oh! Help me!
Help! Help! I'm afire!

I'm afire!

Help me!

Aah! Help!

I wouldn't have let harm
come to them in the end.

Maybe...

once I'd seen
what they were to be condemned to.

I've given orders for the ship
to turn back for the island.

Does that mean anything to you?

It's thousands of miles
and nothing to show for it.

Anne.

Anne.

Why'd you bother with the likes of me?

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