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I'll trade my salt pork
for another watch if we don't see it.

Henry Lloyd saw it
by those hummocks at four bells.

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

It wore the lieutenant's medals.

I'll ask Lieutenant Le Vesconte for
hunting blind duty, once it's built.

I'd like another shot at it.

Robert Ferrier says you didn't see it
at all. Only Mr. Goodsir saw it.

That Mary Ann
doesn't know what he saw.

We thought it was the bear
in front of us.

It's the ice, Georgie.

It's only the ice.

What's it like to shoot a man?

Shooting a man's more fun when you
mean to do it. I'll tell you that.

- You have a gift for that.
- My mum was a dressmaker.

Cage crinoline,
arse-torn knickerbocker suits.

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

This all of it, then?

The girl, she's shoving off.
They want her to take everything.

A girl on a boat.

Here, that's spooky.

Call him back.

There's something more in here.

Snip it out.

Check for more.

Suppose it's ivory.

There's another one here.

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

Put them back inside.

How will he fit in his coffin
like that?

I have the...
her father's personals, sir.

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

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

Now she's all silence.

I'm sorry. That...

That's... all there is.

I put supper in there
for you, though.

Condolences... Lady Silence.

Weight him and get on with it.

I don't understand this.

This is something Sir John approved?

Aye, Mr. Goodsir.

Little lad, he was.

He shouldn't plug it up.

I mean to suggest,
might it be more appropriate

to cut the man his own hole?

A more appropriate hole?

With respect to Esquimaux custom.

It's a native belief
the body retains sensation

even after the soul departs,

according to Dr. MacDonald's account.

Having handled his corpse, is it
your opinion he retains sensation?

In your prior engagements
with the Esquimaux,

did you find them at all unforgiving

when those they love are wronged?

Vengeful, even?

Having never wronged them,
I couldn't testify.

Are we not concerned

that if that girl can make it all the
way back to her people on her own,

she may call on them for revenge?

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

She wasn't our prisoner, Edward.

The Esquimaux man's tongue
was hacked off.

We don't know why. Punishment?

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

Breakfast is ready.

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

No escort is necessary.

You have nothing to fear, Lieutenant.

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

What plans have you made, Sir John?

All kinds of plans, of course.

In case the ships are ice-locked.

Oh, we are amply provisioned
for three years,

and up to five with strict rationing.

Your rescue plan.

What is your rescue plan?

Better John Ross
blame an unyielding North

than own up to his poor captaining.

If the Arctic bedeviled him,

why should it open to you -
that's his thinking.

Come over here, darling.

What is it?

- Does it sing?
- Chatters.

Meet Jacko!

Darling, that monkey is female.

Oh, is it?

I have followed
every Admiralty protocol.

There will be nothing.

You hear?

Nothing lives there.

Nothing grows.

You'll eat your shoes again.

You'll eat worse.

We've been misunderstood, darling.

John Ross isn't the only one.

Van Diemen's Land
was a horrible blow.

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

- I was a good governor, Janey.
- You were an excellent governor.

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

Death is slow
in the Great White Nothing,

and 134 starved men
will turn devil against you,

starting with the ones
you hold closest.

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

no one will misunderstand us, John.

You will have bested them all.

I'll be giving
a Divine Service tomorrow.

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

Oh, except for the men in the blind.

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

May I come in, sir?

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

If you must.

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

so immense it would have to..."

Yes?

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

The newest to their ranks,

our bright brother,

Lieutenant Graham Gore."

My condolences, Sir John.

Amongst everything else,
I know you mourn a friend.

Thank you.

I apologize
for the timing of this request,

but its virtue is in its speed.

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

South. Not for leads this time.

For rescue.

Where?

The Hudson's Bay Company outpost
on Great Slave Lake.

If the party leaves now,
they have three months to get there

before winter comes in force.

That is 800 miles, Francis. No.

I do not grant permission.

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

You are suggesting it
because you are a man

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

and an alarm bell in the other.

I'm suggesting it
because if this cold continues

and we find ourselves
over-wintering again in this ice,

help must already be on its way
come spring if we are to survive.

I'd rather send out eight men now
for a long, unnecessary walk

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

I will not allow it.

What signal would that send
to the men?

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

No one knows where we are.

That is how you already see us -

in need of saving.

I do.

Yet your prediction last year

about the terrifying winter we would
spend in the pack did not come true.

Not to the degree I feared,
but that will change

should there again be no thaw.

It is a captain's duty, after all,
to mind for the worst case,

not for the one he hopes for.

So now I must hear you instruct me
in a captain's duties?

It is only eight men, Sir John.

And there is just enough time.

I have lost six men
on this expedition to date.

Six.

And you ask me to risk
more than doubling that number,

trekking over distant ground

where you know
I have lost men in years past.

I will hear no more of this.
I will not lose another man, Francis.

We may lose all our men.

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

And I... I'm at a loss
why yours is not.

You are the worst kind
of second, Francis.

You abuse your freedoms.

You complain
in the safety of speculation,

you claim foresight
in disasters that never happen,

and you are weak in your vices

because your rank
affords you privacy and deference.

You've made yourself miserable

and distant and hard to love,

and you blame the world for it.

I'm not the sailor you are, Francis -

I will never be - but you will never
be fit for command.

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

For the vanity of your outlook.

I should have curbed these
tendencies, not sympathized,

because you seem to have confused
my sympathy with tolerance.

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

and that is where
we are presently standing.

There are some things we were
never meant to be to one another.

I see that now.

Friends on my side...

relations on yours.

So let us turn our energies back
to being what the Admiralty,

and life, have seen fit to make us.

We should give that our best.

There can be no argument
between us there.

You must excuse me.

I have a service
to finish writing for tomorrow.

It will have to act
as the only eulogy

our boy Graham
will be given out here...

and I intend it to sing.

Put together a list
of our eight most able men.

Sir John heard reason, then?

I'll make certain the blame falls
only on my shoulders.

Proceeding with this
would be considered...

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

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

Lieutenant Little
will never agree to it.

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

With my presence,

the other members of the team
can say they were coerced.

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

The act won't impugn them.

And if we meet Esquimaux
along the way,

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

Then send me in your place.

I can speak native as well as you.

You must stay
to read the ice if leads open up.

And as for Dr. MacDonald -

I will not take a doctor
from the men.

But you're the captain.

There's a spare captain on Erebus.

You'll be despised.

Sir John will have your head.

If he doesn't call for it,
the Admiralty will.

They can have it...

after I build us a road out of here.

And what of the Terror?

Make me that list, Thomas.

I plan to leave
at start of last watch.

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

Thank you for sharing the extent of
your knowledge as a cook, Mr. Wall,

but I'd never hazard
the wreck of your kitchen

unless pressed by dire consequence.

Dire consequence?

There's much here
for you to marvel at.

Just look how happy my men are.

Oh, I marvel, but about something
more intriguing than you.

What on earth are you up to?

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

turning up spoilt,

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

I've discovered bad seals, grey meat,
and odors that curled my hair.

Now, in the event
you've already developed a method

for handling the problem,

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

Otherwise I thought we might together
invent a solution.

Add salt.

Men approaching.

At ease.

We thought you might be in need
of a short, gentlemen, to keep warm.

That's a generous,
generous thought, sir.

What bait are we using?

Rats, sir.

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

and tied them up on lines.

You'll put our Fagin out of a job.

Although... that layabout
couldn't catch a rat

if it fell asleep in its mouth.

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

Or maybe... a small pillow.

Lieutenant Irving.

I was hoping we'd meet.

Mind the grease there, sir.

I wanted to thank you for your help.

For your discretion, I mean.

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

I exercised clemency for a man
abused by a devious seducer.

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

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

Mr. Gibson told me everything.

How you pressed him into service,

threatened to expose him
should he ever refuse you.

I pressed him?

You laugh?

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

or the next piece of counsel you'll
be given may come from a cat o'nines.

We are...

separated here
from the temptations of the world.

At sea, a man can find
spiritual benefit in the collective.

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

Man's worst urges can be satisfied

singing with friends, watercolors,

study, climbing exercises.

Climbing, sir?

Your crisis is an opportunity
for you to repair yourself.

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

Do you think so?

God sees you, Mr. Hickey.

Here more than anywhere.

I understand you've cleared up our
association for Lieutenant Irving.

You spoke to him?

Directly?

Christ, Cornelius. I'd reassured him.

"Cornelius Hickey
is a devious seducer."

That was your...
was your reassurance?

You've got some face, you know that?

We were within an ace of getting
called out in front of all the men.

Whipped for it, or worse.

If he weren't an anchorite
we would have been.

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

Let him forget the whole thing,
as he assuredly wants to.

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

Oh, go to hell.

We've had our beer and skittles,
but your tastes are no rule for mine.

- Oh, no?
- No.

Is that why I've seen
more of your postern than your face

this winter, Billy?

Do you know what copulates
on this ship?

Rats.

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

devouring each other to breed.

Well, I am not a rat.

I'm a man.

A delightful, God-fearing man.

Yes, I had to choose.

No one is out here
for the view, Cornelius.

My standing with command
is more valuable.

I know you will understand that.

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

It's not personal,
but it is finished.

So don't be pettish.

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

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

Please.

You've sketched out the ladder,

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

What does that mean?

Captain Crozier served me a drink
just the other day.

Whiskey.

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

He spoke to me as a friend.

A friend?

Yes.

He sees something in me.

That could lead anywhere.

- Cornelius.
- Anywhere.

Cornelius, you...

The captain doesn't see you at all.

You can ask Mr. Jopson
or Mr. Genge, if they will tell you.

He'll offer anyone a drink,

if he can have one, too.

Posterity awaits, Mr. Goodsir.

Hold still. Not a twitch.

Wonderful!

In honor of our brother
Lieutenant Gore,

be merciless.

Educate this creature
as to the dominion of the Empire,

and the will of the Lord behind it.

- Sir.
- Yes?

Why don't you sit with us?

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

At least be here to see it felled.

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

You may return to the ship,
Mr. Goodsir.

- Do you need a chaperone?
- Yes.

Or you may stay with us.

Yes, sir.

Get back.

They must be waltzing
with that bear after all.

Fall back!

- Fall back!
- Fall back!

- Send our Marines!
- Keep your heads, men!

- Now!
- Sir.

Erebus!

Erebus! Erebus!

Sir John!

- Des Voeux, bring three men. Follow.
- Yes, sir.

- You. The rest of you, stay here.
- Sir John!

Call out!

Erebus!

Sir John!

Sir John. Get me a line.

Sir!

Get me a line!

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

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

No!

The Passage was supposed to be his.

How does it know
to take our best men?

Lieutenant Gore and now the captain.

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

He was a ranking Marine.
He was a sergeant.

He was a red-coated conscript.

That bear don't know us.

It knows one thing,
and one thing only.

You don't think it's strange

it should start killing us
right after we took down that Esqui?

He did have a carved bear
in his robe...

the Esquimaux.

A little... token or such.

And one of a man.

- Where are they now?
- We put them back.

Ain't no way were we taking them.

The silver swan

Who, living, had no note

When Death approached

Unlocked her silent throat

Leaning her breast

Against the reedy shore

Thus sang her first and last

And sang no more

Farewell, all joys

Go on, John.

Farewell, all joys

Farewell, all joys

Oh, Death

Come close mine eyes

More geese than swans now live

More fools than wise

More geese than swans now live

More fools than wise

The silver swan...

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

I do have an order.

Mr. Blanky, proceed immediately
with the rescue party.

Lieutenant Fairholme can lead it.

Let him know.

Sir John forbade this plan.

Swap two Marines into the party...

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

They will need every advantage.

I implore you, please stop.

We have lost Sir John!

We have lost Sir John.

Do you not feel what has happened?

I feel it.

One day.

I am asking one day...

to allow our men to grieve.

And then they go.

These words are not mine.

They are Sir John's.

He wanted you to hear them.

And... lacking words of my own...

I give you his.

His last.

"In his flight,

Jacob lighted upon a certain place,

and tarried there bec...

because the sun was set.

He thought it a terrible place.

No house, no hearth.

But that night, he dreamed.

A ladder set upon the earth, and the
top of it reaching to the heavens.

Behold, the Lord stood above it,

and He said,

'I am with thee,

and will keep thee in all places
wherever thou goest...

for I will not leave thee.'

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

companion
to the known one we perceive...

with its rocks and moon...

its ice fields and brute animals...

and all the people we know...

have ever known...

and will ever know.

So complete it would seem

to leave no room
for its invisible brotherworld...."

I'll be a minute on the seat.

"...which is yet more immense
than the one we see.

For in this world
dwell the angels who keep us...

the Lord who will not leave us...

and the departed,

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

Newest to their ranks...

our bright Captain...

Sir John.

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

showed himself
the elect of the Lord...

destined to reign
with Christ forever.

The invisible world of spirits,
though unseen,

was present for Jacob.

Not future, not distant...

but present.

And it is now, and it is here...

among us if we open our eyes...

and see His Truth...

amongst us."

Marines!

Ready!

Present!

Shoulder arms.