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EPISODE 1
Rites of passage

There, sir.

Make way, there!

Excuse me.

Mr Talbot!

Mr Talbot!

What is this stink?!

Stink, sir? Lord, sir,
you'll get used to that.

I do not wish to get used to it.
Where's the captain of this vessel?

Captain Anderson can do
nothing about the stink, sir.

It's sand and gravel you see.
The new ships has iron ballast,

but she's fifty years old, sir.

Mind your head, now, sir ...

Good God...

- Curious warship, Wheeler.
- Warship, sir?

It's a passenger ship, a mail coach,
a storeroom, a farm...

We have to have something to
eat for the next six months.

It's only a warship if we
should meet the Frenchy.

Will she make it to Australia?

She'll float till she sinks, Mr. Talbot.

I'll fetch you a brandy, sir.

I am onboard the ship at last

I must confess the thing's not
as I had expected.

Why an ancient ship of the line
such as this one has been

transformed into a passenger conveyance

is only to be explained by
the straits the Admiralty are in

with more than 600 warships in commission.

But your Lordship is well aware
of the... ways of the Admiralty.

How else would you have secured
my passage or the position

that awaits me in the Governor's
office, on arrival at Sidney

You, my honoured godfather, have
set my foot on the ladder... and

and however high I climb -
for I must warn your lordship

that my ambition is boundless-

I shall never forget who's kindly
hand first helped me upwards.

On the cot, there.

And be careful!

You've asked me to use my
time aboard the ship wisely

and conceal nothing in this journal.

And report back on the activities
of some of my fellow passengers.

I've yet to encounter Mr. Prettiman,
the radical.

I suppose that he is somewhere onboard.

We've cast off, sir.
The next dry land will be Australia.

Perhaps I could have a word
with the captain

about a more spacious cabin.

If you take my advice, sir,
you'll stay here a while.

Forgive me Wheeler, I'm not
feeling quite the thing.

Nothing to be ashamed of, sir.

Even the late Lord Nelson suffered
famously from the 'mal de mer'.

It'll help you sleep, sir.

Wheeler!

Wheeler!

Can I fetch you another
draught of the paregoric sir?

I believe you found it
to be very settling.

It is. It stroke most efficiently.
What are its properties?

Opium, sir.

- What are you doing, Wheeler?
- It is but learning to ride a ship, sir.

Good day, sir.

- I said: 'good day to you', sir!
- Lieutenant Cumbershum!

Who the devil is this?!

Have you not read my Standing Orders?

My name is Edmund Talbot, Captain.
I carry letters from my godfather.

I have much regard for your...
his lordship.

- I trust that you are comfortable, Mr...
- Talbot.

- What is our position, Captain?
- We are still in the Channel, Mr Talbot.

And as such the rule is that passengers
come to the quarterdeck by invitation only.

Oh ... in your case I would
hope to see more of you.

- We are now in finer weather, sir.
- What the devil is this now?!

Ah, Captain Anderson, may I
take this opportunity to....

No, no, no! Passengers come to
the quarterdeck by invitation!

I'm not accustomed to these
interruptions in my work, sir.

Go forward if you please.
Keep to the leeward!

Leeward, sir?

Please convey my sincere
apologies to the...

Do you wish to subvert
all my officers, sir?!

- There is some mistake...
- Are you aware of the powers

of the captain on his own ship?

You're a nuisance, sir!

Put aboard without a note to me.
I'm shown more courtesy over

a bale or a keg!
- My sincere apologies, Captain.

I did you the courtesy to
suppose you could read.

Read, Captain Anderson?
Of course I can read.

Then you have my orders.
My Standing Orders!

A paper prominently displayed
near your quarters and

those of the other passengers.
Read it!

My attention was not drawn
to such a paper, sir.

By Christ!!

Am I to be out faced on my
own deck again and again

by every ignorant landsman?

Am I, sir? Tell me!!

Read my orders! And when you have
read them, learn them by heart!

Come, sir, you treat me
like a schoolboy!

I will treat you like a schoolboy
if I choose sir!

Or have you flogged,
if I choose, sir!

Or have you clapped in irons
if I choose. Sir!

Or have you flogged by the
gratings if I choose, sir!

Or have you hanged by
the yardarm if I choose, sir!

- The whole ship must have heard him.
- Parsons you see, Mr Talbot.

Don't commonly have them
in the navy, sir.

Not enough of them to go around.

But law requires one aboard every
ship of the line, does it not?

Captain Anderson would wish to avoid it.
- Come, come, Wheeler.

Are not seamen notoriously superstitious?

You don't require the occasional
invocation of mumbo jumbo?

Captain Anderson does not, sir.

Nor did the great Captain Cook, I believe.

He was a notable atheist

and would have sooner taken the
plague into his ship as a parson.

- Good God!
- Mr Colley is a passenger.

Nothing more.

Come!

Mr Summers' compliments to Mr Talbot.

Will Mr Talbot take a glass of wine
with him in the passengers' saloon?

- Mr Summers?
- The first lieutenant, sir.

He's second in charge to
the captain, is he not?

Tell Mr Summers I'll be happy to
wait on him in 10 minutes time.

Mr Talbot.

Do you find your accommodation
commodious, Mr Pike?

Well, uh ... well...

Mr Talbot? Lieutenant Summers.

How are you finding the motion?

Well, my servant tells me
I must learn to ride the ship.

I see you are managing.
Lt Deverel, Mr Talbot.

Mr Summers. Would you mind just
clarifying something for us?

Excuse me, gentlemen.

- Mr Edmund Talbot, I believe.
- Yes, indeed.

Who hunts with the Shropshire Fieldings.

The very same!

Delighted to make your acquaintance, sir.
Bates! Drink for Mr Talbot.

Thank you, sir.

- Your health.
- And yours.

Do you mind my asking -your scar-
was it delivered by a French sword?

A Frenchy indeed tried to split
my skull, sir. But my head

proved harder than his steel.

- Mr Talbot. Have you met Miss Granham?
- I don't believe I have.

...but surely games are not altered
in themselves by the

nature of the place
in which they are played.

I'm very happy to hear you say so.
I've seen cards played

in queer places, I can tell you.

I would expect some knowledge of whist
as necessary to a young lady.

Always provided she has the wit
to lose prettily.

There are many hours of innocent
enjoyment to be afforded by the cards.

Miss Granham, may I introduce Mr Talbot?

I hope ma'am that at sometime
during our long voyage

I should have the benefit
of your instruction.

Instruction, Mr Talbot?

How clever of you to have
discovered that I am a governess.

Why, ma'am...

Yours is most necessary and
gentile profession open to a lady.

I'm willing to bet you're as secure
in the affections of your young

ladies and gentlemen as old Dobbie...

Miss Dobson remains in mine.

A lady who is the daughter of
a late canon of Exeter Cathedral

and who is obliged by her circumstances
to take up the offer of employment

among a family in the Antipodes may
well set the affectionate friendship

of young ladies and gentlemen
at a lower value than you do.

This is excellent meat.

What takes you to Australia, Mr Talbot?

A position in the Governor's office, sir.

Aah, a politician at our table.

Then we may all sleep soundly.

- Mr Prettiman, is it not?
- Indeed it is, sir.

Have we been introduced before?

No, I don't believe we have, but,
of course, it is a belated pleasure.

Do you think we should experience any
action on this voyage, Deverel?

I pray that we don't, sir.

This is hardly a proper ship of the line
with a crew that know each other.

- You've not sailed together before?
- The crew is small in numbers ...

We were swept together in a day or so.

You've met the officers, Mr Talbot.

I shouldn't wish to rely on Cumbershum
for a hand in a battle with the Frenchy.

- As for the captain...
- I've met the captain.

He spends more time with his plants
than his commanding officers.

Indeed.

And to make matters worse this war is
running down like an unwound clock.

Zenobia, my dear child!

- How is your poor mother?
- A shadow of herself, ma'am.

Will you join us Miss?
I'll find you a cushion.

My cushion is free.

Miss Granham you cannot leave me
here alone among so many gentlemen.

Yes, Miss Granham.
Must you leave so soon?

Rest assured ma'am, your virtue is
as safe here as anywhere on the vessel.

Dear Miss Granham, I'm sure
your virtue is safe anywhere.

- Allow me, ma'am.
- Thank you, Mr Oldmeadow.

A true gentleman.

I saw you, sir.

You threw salt over your shoulders.

Superstition is the religion of the feeble mind.

I will have you know, Mr Brocklebank.

I am the inveterate foe of every superstition.

How angry Mr Prettiman is.

I declare that when roused
he is quite, quite terrifying.

The custom of touching wood
comes from the papistical habit

of adoring the crucifix and kissing it.

Mr Bowles! We are indebted to you, sir.

My nurse had a horror of a loaf
being turned upside down.

Apparently it presaged to
disastrous sea...

'Alone, alone...'

'All, all alone'

'Alone on a wide, wide sea'

'God save the ancient mariner from
the fiends that plague the vast.'

'Why looketh thou so?'

'With my crossbow I shot the albatross.'

Mr Broklebank painted
Mr Coleridge's portrait.

Albatross. More superstition.

Would you dare risk shooting such a bird?

Do you have a gun, sir?

I have been advised -as I intend to
travel in the country- to take a gun...

- Bring me your gun, sir.
- I will bring you my gun, sir.

And I will shoot an albatross.

And we shall see what fate
befalls this ship.

And where is the parson?

The cabin walls are so thin.
Every morning I hear him in prayer.

- The parson keeps his cabin.
- Ha ha, the reverend Colley.

He's a newly hatched parson that had
to be smuggled aboard.

We shall see little of him I think.
Thank God and the captain for that.

Is it true that Captain Anderson has
refused the parson to hold a Sunday service?

Did you not witness
the altercation between them?

Our captain threw him to the floor.

This is why we are denied
a Sunday service?

My wife would like a service
on the Sabbath... if...

Well. I should think it might be
possible for the parson to hold

a short service for those who
wish to attend, might it not?

Then it's decided.

Ah!

Mister... um...

- Mister...
- The reverend Robert James Colley.

- At your service, Mr Talbot, sir.
- Service is the word, sir.

- Mr Colley. When is the Sabbath?
- In two days time, sir.

A few ladies and gentlemen would
welcome it if you were to conduct

a short service in the
passengers' saloon at

seven bells at the afternoon watch.

Mr Talbot, sir, this is... is
it is like you!

The brooding captain will not
dictate to me in this manner.

Is he to tell me whether I should
have a service to attend or not?

Why no, sir!

'Lord, whom winds and waves obey'

'Guide us through the watery way'

'In the hollow of thy hand'

'Hide and bring us safe to land'

Two points to starboard, Mr Cumbershum!

'Jesus let our faithful mind'

'Rest on thee alone reclined'

'Every anxious thought repress'

'Keep our souls in perfect peace'

'Keep the souls whom now we leave'

Bring her onto the wind!

'Bid them to each other cleave'
- Another point to starboard!

'Bid them walk on life's rough sea'
- Onto the wind! One point to starboard!

'Bid them come by faith to Thee.'
- Hard to lee, Mr Cumbershum.

'Save, till all these tempests end'
- Swing her around.

'All who on Thy love depend...'

- Steady!
- Steady!

I have regrettably little to report
to your lordship.

We have ventured, at last, into the Tropics.

Mr Prettiman is still trying
to shoot his albatross.

The other passengers keep
themselves to themselves.

Mrs Brocklebank has recovered
from her sickness.

To everyone's surprise,

she certainly does not look old
enough to be Zenobia's mother.

I had known the world of Art is
not to be judged by the accepted

standards of morality but would
prefer Mr Brocklebank to set up

his brothel elsewhere.

Added to the heat and humidity a
sea voyage I'm learning can have

an effect on the male constitution.

To meet the lady is easy enough
and, indeed, unavoidable.

The problem -devil take it-
is a place of assignation.

if you'll ask what is wrong with
my hutch or, indeed, hers -

then I will answer 'everything'.

Does Mr Colley cry but 'Hem'
on the other side of the lobby

as he wakes Ms Granham
in the hutch just aft him.

Does that windbag Mr Brocklebank
but break wind

and our timbers shudder clear
through my hutch and into

Mr Prettiman's just across from me.

Clearly, I must prospect farther for
a place suitable to the conduct

of our 'amours'.

Wheeler!

Sir?

I would like to look around our ship,
if I may.

You'll need a guide, sir.

Make way for Mr Talbot.

What the devil is this?

Gentleman Jack.

Always one for a joke, Mr Deverel.
He put Willis up to it.

Mr Deverel told me that was the only
way to get on... in the navy.

- It's a creeper, see?
- Most amusing.

You'll take an observation
through a glass, Mr Talbot?

The air is very close inhere, gentlemen.

A wonder you can endure it, day after day.

It's a hard life, Mr Talbot.
Here today, gone tomorrow...

Here today, gone today if you mind
that young fellow Hawthorne.

That's more donkey than boy.
He's a fuckin' idiot.

Last man on the rope, young Hawthorne.

Boatswain says: 'whatever in this
natural world, don't let go!'

The boat begins taking charge on the yard.

Hawthorne holds on like he's been told.

What's wrong, what happened?

The end of the rope runs up
to the block just like that.

Hawthorne's on the end of it...

We never saw him again.
- Good God!

Here today, gone today.

It's so stuffy down here.

Remember them girls, Mr Gibbs?
'Can we 'ave a window open?'

'Can we 'ave a window?'

So it is possible to obtain commerce,
even on a vessel such as this?

- No one see you?
- I saw them.

No match goes unseen, Mr Talbot.
As you may know already.

Mr Willis will show ya. Go on.

Pretend you're the captain doin' his rounds.

And if you're very lucky,
you might get to see the purser.

Remember that gunner's mate?
He lost his head...

Was there anything else you
wished to see, Mr Talbot?

I trust we shall be seeing you at
the ceremony, Mr Talbot.

- Ceremony?
- This afternoon we cross the Line.

As we cross the Equator, King
Neptune comes to visit the ship.

Yes, I have heard of this barbaric ritual.

Mr Summers!

The ritual... custom, I should say.
Does the whole ship attend?

- Nobody is excluded, sir.
- And it is.. entertaining?

If you like your entertainment noisy.

It has come to me in a flash.

If I cannot alter the place, then all
that it is left to alter is the time.

The ship is about to provide me not
with the place, but with an opportunity.

I hear there's to be entertainment, Mr Talbot.

And we are all to be included.

Not quite all of us, Mr Pike.

This wretched heat has
given me a headache.

I shall pass the time in my cabin.

Colley!

Robert James Colley!

Come out, Robert James Colley!
You are coming to judgement.

No, I'm not ready!

No! No!! Please!

Gentlemen, unhand me! Please, no!

Please gentlemen. God save me!

This is Neptun's dominium, parson.
Pray for me!

You are a low and filthy fellow,
who must be cleansed.

Come on, now!

Edmund! The French!

Calm yourself. It is Mr Prettiman
who has at last seen an albatross.

Now, my dear. We must get you
back to the social scene.

It will never do for us to appear together.

Edmund!

- Why, what is the matter?
- You will not desert me.

Come, what can I do? Step
overboard into a ship of my own?

- Cruel!
- Do not pretend these are circumstances

with which you're wholly unfamiliar.

Unless you're waiting for...

- For what?
- For a suitable moment to retire

to your hutch -'cabin', I mean to say-
and repair your toilet.

We have very little time.

If there should be unhappy consequences...

Yeah, we must cross that bridge
would you come to it. Now...

- Close is clear -yes- go, go!
- Edmund!

Edmund!!

Talbot, my... my dear fellow.

- Bates! A glass for Mr Talbot!
- Thank you, sir.

What a sight it was...
What famous sport!

Indeed, sir.

Famous sport...

Bates, another glass, for Mr Deverel.

You are kindness itself, Talbot.

...and the whole thing went too far,
in my mind.

I agree, Mr Pike.

Ah, but diverting, nonetheless.

And was it not... diverting for you,
Mr Talbot?

- Can I get you anything, sir?
- No, thank you Wheeler. That'll be all.

- I thought I could smell perfume, sir.
- I don't think you did, Wheeler...

Good night, sir.

Good night, Wheeler.

So you shot your albatross, Mr Prettiman.

I did not, sir. I did not.

Weapon was snatched from me hands.

Whole episode was grotesque and lamentable.

- Such a display of savage superstition.
- No doubt. No doubt...

Such a thing would never happen in France.

Parson.

Captain Anderson.
I desire to speak with you.

Well, sir, you may do so.

Your people have done my office wrong.
You yourself have done it wrong.

- I know it, Mr Colley.
- You confess as much, sir?

It was never meant...
The affair got out of hand.

You have been ill used, sir.

After this confession of your fault
I... I forgive you. Freely.

But there were, I believe,
other officers involved.

They were I suppose acting not so much
under your orders but by force of your example.

I believe I know them, sir,
disguised as they were.

Not for my sake but for their own
-they must admit their fault.

Christ!

You will have it all then, will you, sir?

I defend my Master's office
as you would the King's.

And there are the poor ignorant people
in the front end of the ship. I must

visit them and bring them to repentance.

- Are you mad?
- Indeed no, sir.

Mr Colley. Have you no care what further
mockery may be inflicted upon you?

You have your uniform, Captain Anderson.
And I have mine.

Have I your permission then to go
forward and address them?

Do as you please.

Mr Summers.

I believe it was you who discharged
Mr Prettiman's weapon.

It was, sir.

- I trust no one was injured.
- I fired over the side.

- I must thank you for it.
- It was nothing, sir.

'Lord whom winds and waves obey'

'Guide us through the watery way...'

I beg you, allow me to take charge, sir.

Let's not interfere with the ways
of the church, Mr Summers.

- The men are in drink, sir.
- See they are punished for it.

Something had happened during
the ship's entertainment.

while I was so closely engaged with...

the delicious enemy.

I have no doubt the people subjected
the parson Colley to some slight,

real or imagined, and it could have
been a great deal worse had it not been

for the timely intervention of Mr Summers.

What the devil's going on?

Sir, I must see the first lieutenant, sir.
It's the parson sir.

Mr Colley's in the fo'castle, sir,
as drunk as the butcher's boots.

Get below, sir, or I'll masthead you.

They are laughing at us, sir.

Sir.

Sir?

Inform the parson he must return
to his cabin at once.

Mr Willis! Inform the parson he must
return to his cabin at once.

Joy! Joy! Joy!

The blessing of God the
Father Almighty, God the Son

and God the Holy Ghost be with you
and remain with you always!

This is the 51st day of our voyage.

I think...

And then again, perhaps it is not.

I've lost interest in the calendar
and almost in the voyage too.

I have felt a lethargy.

It has been little to do than walk the
deck and drink with anyone who will.

I have little to amuse your lordship
at present.

I have avoided Miss Brocklebank

who glows in this heat so as to
almost turn a man's stomach.

I'm sure that Deverel has had to do with her.

I fear that a man might well suffer
shipwreck on that coast.

What is of some interest, however,
is the behaviour, or lack of it

of the parson Colley.

The fact is that since the fellow's fall
he has not left his cabin.

Four days have now passed
since his drunkenness.

Come!

What is it, Wheeler?

Lieutenant Summers was inquiring if
you have called on Mr Colley.

I've no intention of calling on Mr Colley,
it's the thing furthest from my mind.

Lt Summers believes a visit from you would
send a message to the rest of the ship.

Seeing as no other passenger
carries your authority.

- Is the parson unwell?
- Hard to say, sir.

You can still make out that the
gentleman is breathing.

Very well, Wheeler.
I shall pay a visit to Mr Colley.

but I do not wish to be offended by
the sights and smells of a sickroom.

Of course not, sir.

- Good God!
- I've done my best, sir.

Mr Colley.

Mr Colley, it is I, Edmund Talbot.

No one blames you for what happened, sir.
Life has not been made... easy for you.

But this is not the way to behave.

This is not good enough, Mr Colley.
I have called upon you, sir.

I desire further acquaintance with you.

Well, sir.

When you are in a better humour,
pray call on me.

- Mr Talbot.
- Mr Summers.

I've discharged those responsibilities
you were so kind to bring to my attention.

with little success, I have to report.

The man made a beast of himself and
now I am weary of the subject.

I have entered the cabin
and seen for myself.

Then I shall marvel if you can
eat after it. The stink alone...

Mr Talbot. We have no physician onboard.

And I believe the parson is mortally sick.

The man is young and suffering from
no more than over indulgence in liquor.

Is that all, Mr Talbot?

Are you as indifferent to
the man's fate as others are?

- I am not an officer on this ship.
- The more able to help, sir.

I may speak to you freely, may I not?

Well then.

How has the man been treated?

First he was the object of
one man's specific dislike.

Then the object of general
indifference leading to contempt.

Even before his latest... escapade.

What I say now may well ruin me
if I misjudged your character.

My character? You have been
studying my character, sir?

We know your birth, your
prospective position.

Men and women will flatter you in hope...

- God!
- Wait, wait! Understand me, Mr Talbot!

I do not complain.

You have exercised your
privileged position.

Now I'm asking you to shoulder
its responsibility.

Who was responsible for
the parson's state?

Devil take it, man! Himself!

Very well, Summers, let us not
mince round the truth

like a pair of church spinsters.

You are going to spread the
responsibility, are you not?

You will include the captain
and I agree. Who else?

Deverel? Yourself?

- The starboard watch? The world?
- You, sir, are the man most responsible.

- What?!

My career is now in far more danger
then from the French.

They, after all, could do
no more than kill or...

How mean, how vindictive
do you think I am?!

Your precious career is safe.
Now explain your words!

You ignored the captain's orders and
ventured upon the quarterdeck.

You made good use of your rank
to strike a blow at the very foundations

of a captain of his own ship.

Because of your rank, your prospects,
your connections you got away with it.

The parson, sir, could not
be so fortunate.

If Colley had read the captain's
Standing Orders...

You are a passenger as he is,
did you read them?

Had you not acted as you did,
with the arrogance of your class

then Mr Colley would have not
assumed the liberty of himself

venturing upon the quarterdeck.

The captain humiliated the parson, sir,
because he could not humiliate you.

- You've said enough.
- I hope so.

A man does not want to die
of shame because he got drunk.

The best medicine for Mr Colley would
be a visit from the captain.

And there is only one man amongst
us with sufficient influence

to bring the captain to such an action.

- A fine evening for you, Mr Talbot.
- Indeed it is, sir.

Do we make as much progress as
is common in these latitudes?

I doubt we shall achieve more than an
average of a knot over the next day or two.

- 24 sea miles a day.
- Just so, sir.

I must confess to finding
these latitudes agreeable.

Could we but tow the British Isles to
this part of the world,

how many of our social problems would be solved!

The mango would fall in our mouths.

You have a quaint notion there, sir.

- Do you mean to include Ireland?
- No, sir.

I would give her to
the United States of America.

It would remove half a watch
of my crew at a blow.

Well worth the loss, sir.

Balmy the air is... It's almost
insupportable that I must descend again.

- And busy myself with my writing.
- Ah... a writer...

We have a writer onboard.

Partly an amusement, partly a duty.

What my godfather would call
a 'journal'. Or a log, if you prefer.

You must find little to record
in such a situation as this.

Indeed, you are mistaken, sir.
I find I have neither time nor paper

sufficient to record all the interesting
events and my observations on them.

It's my godfather's intention that
this voyage allowed his godson

time for reflection and exercise
for his powers of judgement.

This journal will be evidence that
his hopes have been fulfilled.

- The journal is for your godfather?
- It is my present to him.

To distract him from his gout.
I'm instructed to hide nothing.

The officers of this ship must
bulk large in your accounts, sir.

They and the language they use.
And some of the personages.

Mr Prettiman and his outspoken views.

All will amuse his lordship.

And myself?

You, sir? I've not considered that.

Well you are after all the king or
emperor of our floating society...

I had not looked to
become famous, Mr Talbot.

...with prerogatives of justice
and mercy. Yes. I suppose you do bulk

large in my journal.
And shall continue to do so...

- Good God, man!
- My apologies, Mr Talbot.

- But it cannot continue.
- Colley?

I am to look in on him again by the
captain's orders and you are to assist me.

- I?
- You're not ordered to assist.

but Captain Anderson feels that

the parson will listen to
your invaluable advice.

Very well.

Let us try once again to rouse
Mr Colley from his...

..his lethargy.

Mr Talbot has come to see you, Mr Colley.

Well, Mr Colley, this is...

an unfortunate business.

But you are refining too much on it.

Uncontrolled drunkenness and its
consequences are an experience

every man ought to go through
at least once in his life,

or else how is he to understand
the behaviour of others?

I have been brought to see how I am

-in however distant a way- partly
responsible for your.. predicament.

Had I not enraged the captain
as I did, then...

- We need a doctor.
- We don't have a doctor.

- Mr Brocklebank! Wheeler!
- Brocklebank?!

He was at medical school before
he was a painter.

Wheeler! Wheeler!

-Sir?
- Wake Mr Brocklebank at once.

I believe the gentleman is still in
the passengers' saloon.

Then fetch him, man!

And Wheeler! Notify the captain.

Mr Brocklebank.
We require your medical knowledge.

Good evening, Parson.

- Well?
- Well what?

Is he dead?

The man is not dead. He is asleep.

- He is in a low fever.
- There is no such thing as a low fever.

Well?

To the best of our knowledge, sir,
Mr Colley is dead.

Nonsense. Stiff drink will rouse him.

I fear the man's intemperance
has destroyed him.

Intemperance, sir?

A single unlucky indulgence.

And you will enter it, sir,
in the log, I presume.

That is something for me to consider
in my own time, Mr Talbot.

A moment's unlucky indulgence has not...

I heard a mention of a low fever,
did I not?

That is my opinion, Captain.

Mr Brocklebank is not quite himself, sir.

Nevertheless, he's the only man aboard
with medical knowledge, is he not?

A moment ago he pronounced the man asleep.

Mr Summers!

Make the customary arrangements.

Mr Willis!

Bring aft the sailmaker and his mate.

And three or four able-bodied men!

Ladies and gentlemen. You will
not wish to witness what follows.

May I request that the cabins be cleared?

The air of the quarterdeck
is to be recommended.

- What happened to the parson?
- He was made drunk, as you know.

I mean before. The crossing of the Line.

You did not witness the ceremony?

I was otherwise occupied...

For what did he receive
the captain's apologies?

A 'low' fever, gentlemen, is
the opposite to a 'high' fever.

I bid you good night.

There is a young gentleman onboard
whom -I trust and pray- will become

my friend as the voyage advances.

He's a member of the aristocracy

with all the consideration and nobility
of bearing that such birth implies.

I have made so bold as to salute
him on a number of occasions

and he has responded graciously.

His example may do much
among the other passengers

who have an indefinable indifference to me.

I have furthered my acquaintance
with Mr Talbot.

I was he, of all people, who did
in fact search me out.

He's a true friend to religion.

He came to my cabin and begged me
in the most open and friendly manner

to favour the ship's people
with a short address.

This is a Godless vessel.

What a man does defiles him
-not what is done by others.

My shame -though it burn-
has been inflicted upon me.

I must visit the poor ignorant
people in the front end of the ship.

I shall go forward ad rebuke these unruly
but truly lovable children of our Maker.

What is it, Wheeler?

The captain has requested
your presence in his stateroom, sir.

Why?

There is to be an enquiry, sir.
Into the death of Mr Colley.

Come in.

Ah, Mr Talbot. Come in, come in.

I must apologize to you for not
greeting you at the threshold.

You've caught me in my garden.

I did not realize you had a
private paradise, Captain.

Indeed, yes.

This geranium you see, Mr Talbot
has some disease of the leaf.

And I dusted it with the flours
of sulphur but to no effect.

I shall lose it, no doubt.

But then, sir, he who gardens at sea
must accustom himself to loss.

On my first voyage in command
I lost my whole collection.

Through the violence of the enemy, sir?

No, sir. No, sir. To the uncommon
nature of the weather

which held us, for weeks
without either wind or rain.

I could not have served water to my plants.

There would have been mutiny.

Still.

The loss of one plant is no grave matter.

Besides, you may exchange it for
another at Sidney Cove.

We are a long way and a long time
from our destination, Mr Talbot.

Shall we get on with the matter in hand?

Mr Colley agreed to a taste of rum.
He said it was in the spirit of something.

- Reconciliation?
- I think that was the word he used, sir.

What were you doing forrard?

The cable to the bower anchor was to be
rousted out and walked end to end.

Having finished my inspection,
I was coming to report.

I stayed a while, having never seen
a parson in that state before.

And then?

I proceeded aft to inform Lt Summers but
I'd been given a bottle by Mr Cumbershum.

Thank you very much, Mr Willis.

That is all.

- But what's a bottle got...
- A 'bottle' is a rebuke, sir.

Let's get on.

The laughter and applause
we heard, Mr East?

Was when the reverend Colley
exchanged word with the seamen.

- After he'd been drinking.
- He was more sociable after the rum.

I didn't see him again, not after the
seamen took him down amongst the ropes.

I was with me wife - she had
suffered a miscarriage.

Thank you, Mr East.

Actually the men most likely to enlighten
us on how much Colley had drunk

would be the fellows that brought
him back on deck.

I've ordered them to attend.

However, my informant advises me
that this next witness we should press.

Informant?
Informant on what?

We are here to establish the cause
of Mr Colley's death, sir.

Or had you forgotten the agenda?

I had not, Captain, but I believe we
are doing what you gentlemen call

'making heavy weather of it'.

The parson Colley was made drunk
- which isn't exactly a crime.

Can we not confess it is intemperance
that killed him but rather our

general indifference to his welfare
was, likely enough, the cause of it?

- Indifference?
- Intemperance, sir.

One moment, Summers!

Mr Talbot, I pass over your odd phrase,
'our general indifference',

But do you really think a single bout
of drinking is enough...

- But you said as much yourself!
- That was yesterday.

It is likely enough that the parson,
helplessly drunk,

suffered a criminal assault by one
or God knows how many men.

- Good God!
- I will have no concealment, sir.

Nor will I tolerate any frivolous
accusations which touch me

myself in my conduct of the ship.

Or in my attitude to the passengers in her.

I have made a submission, sir.

I beg your pardon if you find it
beyond my line of duty.

Very well, Mr Summers.

Let us get on.

- Surely no man will confess to such a...
- You are young, Mr Talbot.

You cannot guess what

channels of information there are
in a ship such as this.

Channels? Informants?

Mr Summers tells me you claim
some skill in cross-examination.

- Did he?
- Hmm.

- Did I?
- Your witness, sir.

Now, my good man, your name if you please.

Billy Rogers, my lord. Foretop man.

We want some information from you, Rogers.

We want to know in precise detail what
happened when the gentleman came

among you the other day.

- What gentleman, my lord?
- The parson!

The reverend Colley.
The gentleman who is now dead.

He had a drop too much, my lord.
He was overcome, like.

Then he was not assaulted?

- Assaulted, my lord?
- With you permission... my lord...

Mr Colley suffered an outrage
in the fo'castle.

Who did it?

Would it surprise you to know that
you yourself are suspected of

this particular kind of assault?

I know nothing, Captain sir.
Nothing at all.

Come Rogers.
You were seen with the parson.

What did you sailors do to him?

What did we do, my lord ?

Buggery, Rogers.

Buggery!

If you are innocent,

then you may help us by
bringing the criminals to book.

At the very least you can provide us
with a list of those you suspect

capable of this particular form of...

beastliness.

- We want names!
- Aye aye, sir.

Shall I begin with the officers, sir?

Very well, Rogers.

You may return to your duties.

Have we any other witnesses?

I believe no, sir.

And there, Mr Summers,
ends our investigation.

Sherry, anyone? Hawkins!

But we still do not know what happened!

Sherry for myself and Mr Talbot, Hawkins.

Mr Summers. I believe you must
oversee the various arrangements.

for the unfortunate man's
committal to the deep.

Yes, Captain.

A low fever it is, then.

Will you be willing to
counter-sign the report?

I have no official standing in this ship.

Come now, Mr Talbot.

Rogers has it in his power
to ruin all of us

if he be so brazen - as I doubt not he is.

All of us.

Witnesses, inquiries, accusations.

Lies. Yet more lies.

Court martial.

Such accusations cannot be disproved.

Whatever the upshot,
something would stick.

Buggery is a hanging matter, sir.

The parson died of a low fever.

I ask you once again: will you be
willing to countersign the report?

I will make a statement
and I will sign that.

Thank you.

To your health, sir.

You mentioned informants,
Captain Anderson.

Did I ? I... No, I think not.

- You asked Lt Summers...
- Who replied there were none, sir. Yes?

Not a man jack among them.
Do you understand?

No one has come sneaking to me.

You can go now, Hawkins.

Servants have ears, Mr Talbot.

Ah, yes, of course.

- I'm very sure my fellow Wheeler has.
- Wheeler?

Oh, yes, indeed.

The fellow must have eyes
and ears all over him.

Well then, until the sad ceremony
I shall return to my journal.

Ah, the journal.
Do not forget to include, sir, that

whatever may be said of the passengers,

as far as the people and
my officers are concerned,

this is a happy ship.

I'm sure your godfather
would want to know that.

It seems to me then

-it still seems so-

that I was and am consumed
by a great love of all things.

The sea, the ship, the sky,
the gentlemen and the people

and of course our Redeemer above all!

Here at last is the happiest
outcome of all my distress

and difficulty.

Captain's company, off caps!

I did not realize that
Mr Colley was so tall.

It's the cannon balls, sir.
Two of 'em strung to his feet.

'Man that is born of woman hath but a
short time to live and is full of misery.'

'He cometh up and is cut down like a flower.'

'He fleeth as it were a shadow
and never continueth in one stay.'

'In the midst of life we are in death:
of whom may we seek for succour,'

'but of thee, O Lord, who for
our sins art justly displeased.'

'We therefore commit
his body to the deep'

'to be turn into corruption looking
for the resurrection of the body'

'when the sea shall give up her dead'

'and the life of the world to come,
through our Lord Jesus Christ.'

Present arms!

Fire!

Leeeoonnawwll!

I should be a rich man, now, had
not the warmth of my constitution.

an attachment -more than
usually found- to the sex.

And the opportunities for excess
forced on my nature

by the shocking corruption of English society.

What would a dolt know
of the corruption of society?

Indeed, sir ...

My dear Talbot.

I hear you've been interrogating our good crew.

- At the captain's request, Deverel.
- Old rumble-guts?

I tell you this: the moment we reach
Sidney Cove I shall resign my commission.

Call the captain out and shoot him dead.

You, sir, or the drink?

You look as though you could use
a drop yourself, my good man.

Bates! A glass for Mr Talbot.

Did you know? I was the first in the
field after the death of Lord Nelson

with a lithograph, portraying
the 'happy occasion'.

I've seen it. I have seen it.

There is a copy on the wall
of 'The Dog and Gun'.

Although, I've always wandered:
how the devil did the whole crowd

of young officers contrive
to be kneeling around Lord Nelson

in attitudes of sorrow and devotion
at the hottest moment of the action?

Aa... you are confusing
art with actuality.

Was that not the scene you observed?

Imagine: Lord Nelson died down below
in some stinking part of the bilges,

with nothing to see him
but a ship's lantern.

Who the devil's is going to
paint the picture of that?!

- Rembrandt, perhaps?
- A, madam, the immortal Rembrandt...

What did you do to him, Deverel?

You refer to the parson Colley.

You were amongst the crew
when he was made drunk.

When he... when he was assaulted.

Made drunk, perhaps.
But there was no assault, sir.

Well, if you wish me to call it by
another word then I shall.

Buggery!

I don't recall the parson objecting
to a damn thing, sir.

In fact, from where I was standing,

he seemed to be somewhat
enjoying himself.

You lie.

Do I, Talbot?

Perhaps you don't know
the man as well as you may think.

...very similar to death.

A fine, upstanding man of the cloth.

A truly degraded man.

Lieutenant Deverel?

Mr Colley.

Come, ma'am...
'De mortuis' and all that.

A single unlucky indulgence
was harmless enough...

Harmless? A priest? Harmless?!

I was not referring to drink,
but to vice... in another form.

- Come on! The parson had no vices.
- Do you doubt the lady's word, sir?

- No, no, of course not!
- Let it be, dear Mr Prettiman.

Mr Talbot has chosen to doubt your word,
ma'am, and I will have an apology!

- You have it, ma'am, unreservedly.
- Oh, well.

We learned of his vicious
habits accidentally.

It was two sailors descending on one of
the rope's ladders who made us aware.

Miss Granham and I were... It was dark.

We were sheltering in that confusion
of ropes at the foot of the ladder.

Discussing how true liberty
must lead to true equality.

Anyway, these sailors weren't aware of
our presence so without meaning to...

we heard all!

Smoking is bad enough but at least
gentlemen go no further.

But, my dear Miss Granham, I...

It is as savage a custom as is
known amongst coloured people.

By Jove, ma'am!

You can't mean the gentleman
chewed tobacco!

You shall have the facts, sir,
as they were spoken.

Natural aptitude has made me

an expert in the recollection
of casual speech.

One sailor said to the other,
as they descended the ladder,

'Billy Rogers

was laughing as a bilge pump
as he came out of the captain's cabin.'

'He went into the heads and I sat beside him.'

'Billy said he's know'd
most things in his life,

but he'd never thought to
get a chew of a parson.'

No, I fail...
I fail to see what's so amusing.

'Blessing of the Father, of the Son'

'and of the Holy Ghost...'

Well, really!

Get up! There are ladies present!

Disgraceful!

I think I finally understand what happened
to the pitiable, clownish Mr Colley.

It was he -not Rogers, not Deverel-
who committed the fellatio that

the poor fool was to die of
when he remembered it.

And so, your lordship, in the not too
ample volume of man's knowledge of man,

let this sentence be inserted:

Men can die of shame.

Wheeler!

- Where is Wheeler?
- He cannot be traced, sir.

- We think he may have gone overboard.
- Good God!

- The captain mentioned informants...
- They're searching the ship now.

Phillips will serve you in the meantime.
Shall I fetch him for you?

Perhaps you can give this to the captain.

I've done as he asked.

The captain will be reassured.

What a man does defiles him.
Not what is done by others.

Sir?

It's a phrase from Mr Colley's journal.

- The matter is closed, is it not?
- Not entirely.

For my part, I must write a letter
to Mr Colley's sister.

I shall describe my growing
friendship with her brother.

I shall describe my admiration for him.

Account all his days of 'low fever'
and my grief at his death.

It will be lies from beginning to end.

And then?

Australia.

This is the last page of
your journal, my lord.

I have turned back over
the pages ruefully enough.

Wit? Acute observation? Entertainment?

Why, it has become, perhaps,
some kind of sea story.

But a sea story with, as yet, not a tempest.

No shipwreck, no sinking, no rescue.

No sight nor sound of an enemy,
no thundering broad sides, heroism,

prises, gallant defences or heroic attacks.

But there is still a long way to go.

Get her onto the wind, Mr. Cumbershum.

Steer! One point. Large.