All language subtitles for Shackleton

Hier liegt der magnetische Pol

und hier,
das auf unserer Heimfahrt

gegen Nord entdeckte neue Land.

Danke.

Hier einen kleinen
Adelie Pinguin

bei Besichtigugn eines Hundes.

Danke.

Und hier zwei Kaiser Pinguine
bei derselben Beschaeftigung.

Danke, danke.

Nur ein Englaender koennte so

stolz sein auf sein Versagen.

Sie wollten den Suedpol
erreichen, und...

Thanks.

...haben sie versagt,
und jetzt kommen sie her...

What doesVersagenmean?

Failure.

He say...

I know what he's saying.

Thank you for your question.

You're right, sir, we failed.

We failed to reach
the South Pole.

I turned back.

I chose life over death for
myself and for my friends,

which is why I am here
to tell you about it tonight.

But others follow
in our footsteps:

Captain Scott, taking our route,

the Norwegian, Amundsen,
from the Bay of Wales.

And if they should fail,
then I will try again

because I believe it is
in our nature to explore,

to reach out into the unknown.

The only true failure would be
not to explore at all.

Danke.

Thanks.

Your German sounded
almost perfect tonight.

Really?

I think they just don't
want to be lectured

by an Englishman
anymore.

The manager says TheDaily
Chroniclehave telephoned

three times
this evening.

They're on the line now.

Yes.

Thank you.

Sir Ernest Shackleton.

Yes.

I see.

What date exactly?

And Scott- where is he?

Well, it is truly
extraordinary news

and I would offer him
my heartiest congratulations.

Yes, you can quote me.

Thank you, good-bye.

Amundsen is back in Tasmania.

He says he reached
the South Pole

on December 14,
last year.

Looks like my career
as a lecturer is over.

What about Scott?

No sign of him.

? No one cares for me?

? Not a friend in all the world
have I?

? None to soothe my fears?

? None to dry my tears?

? All alone in sorrow
I must die.?

What's all that noise?

Oh, something Mike used to make
us sing in Ireland

when we were children.

A temperance song,
if you can believe it.

Um, Frank's here.

But don't worry,
I'll deal with it.

Ah, yes, my boy.

Your aunts have come to pay
you a visit.

They're a terrifying gang.

You should never listen to
a word that any of them say.

They'll all be 102
by the time you grow up.

Aunt Kathleen, Aunt...

I suppose I must get used to
creeping around like a criminal.

I'm glad you came.

I'm sorry, I couldn't face
everybody- not all at once.

I've had enough lectures
to last a lifetime.

Frank, you did the best
you could.

You were just unlucky.

It's only money,
after all;

it's never been
one of our strengths.

My solicitor says I must prepare
myself for a prison sentence.

How does one do that,
I wonder?

Walking around in circles
practice, I suppose.

I could find you a pair
of striped pajamas.

Make you a bowl of
porridge or something.

Come on in.

It's just us.

Mikey, I do hope that all this
is not going to hurt you-

your plans, I mean.

Oh, what plans?

What can I do?

The fashion at the moment
is for dead explorers.

Come on.

My next expedition is
to the seaside.

You promised.

I have the letter.

You said you'd
never go back.

I know, but things
have changed.

Besides, I can't
lecture anymore.

I'm out of date.

I'm just one more
explorer

who failed to reach
the Pole-

the one who inconveniently
happens to be alive.

Don't say that.

Don't ever say that.

What about your
cigarette company?

I thought you were going
to concentrate on that.

I don't think I'm much
of a salesman.

Please, can we go
paddling, Mama?

No, darling.

Please, Mom,
please Mom!

You can do anything
when you believe in it.

That's what I mean.

That's why I
need to go back.

Please, Mom, please!

No, darling.

Children, listen
to your mother.

She knows best.

One more trip south-
that's all it will be.

I'll be too old to go again
after that anyway.

I'll stay at home, I'll never
take my slippers off.

You can nail them
to my feet.

I promise!

Oh, my goodness!

I'm soaking wet.

Who put all this water here?

Children, help me!

Look, I'll be in London
for a few days,

just to find out
if it's possible.

Oh, good afternoon,
Madam.

It'll just be
business meetings-

very boring;
you'd hate it.

Anyway, nothing
will be different.

Shackleton.

I reserved a table
for three.

Yes, sir.

Mrs. Chetwynd.

Sir Ernest has
already arrived.

That was definitely
a funny look.

Darling, they don't go in
for funny looks.

That's why I come here.

Good God.

Half London seems to be
in uniform these days.

They can't possibly
all be real.

There's a costumier
somewhere

making a fortune.

How's school?

I did my recitation today.

Miss Rourke was very pleased.

Who were you?

Portia.

Ooh! Very stern.

What's this?
Give that back.

Oh, dear, I think
my brother's developing

an interest
in modern art.

Can I have that
back, please?

What on earth is it?

I'd say it's either

an elephant with an arrow
through its head

or it's the South Pole.

No prizes there.

Let me see it.

Can we order?

Thank you.

You said you'd
never go back.

Don't worry;
no one will let me.

Can I have my menu, please?

You said you didn't want
to go back.

I know what I said.

A race to the Pole.

What I'm proposing is something
much more important.

The public likes a race,

and TheChroniclelikes
what the public likes.

The public will like this: I'm
crossing the entire continent-

the longest Antarctic or
Arctic journey ever attempted,

mostly over completely
unexplored territory.

I'd still prefer a race.

Thank you, Helen.

It must be
an expensive business.

How much do you need?

Uh, to equip
the whole expedition,

um, about �60,000.

So, do you want to make
a public appeal?

No, I've tried that before.

The accounting is
impossibly complicated.

I'm looking for a small
group of private investors.

Well, if it helps,
I may know some people

who might be interested in
the moving-picture rights.

Please sit down.

I may be even interested myself.

If there's a war, the newsreel's
going to be very important.

But what about your brother?

Well, the timing of the trial
is unfortunate,

but it'll be over soon.

It's a matter of �1,000.

Do you know Frank Hird?

Well, I've met him.

Mr. Hird is telling
anyone that'll listen

that your brother stole �60,000
from his father,

Lord Ronald Gower.

He says you introduced
Lord Ronald to your brother

and knew all about it.

Hird is a madman.

I put the matter in the hands
of my solicitors and he withdrew

his allegations
immediately.

So it's not true?

That I was involved-

absolutely not.

Thus, ladies and gentlemen,

it is my hope and my intention

to make this journey to the Pole
and the mysteries beyond,

crossing the entire
Antarctic continent

from one side to the other.

Close your eyes for a moment,
please, and imagine Antarctica.

Let your mind wander
across a frozen sea,

waves twisted into
fantastical shapes,

icebergs like fairy castles,

shimmering in pearly shades
of cobalt blue and rose

and silence- utter, absolute,

broken only by the thundercrack
of splitting ice.

The last page
of that great atlas

drawn by the explorers
of the ancient world

lies open before us,

and what shall we call it-

this new land
we have just discovered?

We'll call it
"Archibald Dexter's Land. "

Mr. Frank Wild,
I thank you.

I give you
Archibald Dexter's Land.

And that heavenly peak

that has just appeared
out of the mist?

Mount Jack Morgan.

Exactly, Mr. Morgan-
Mount Jack Morgan!

Well, he's convinced
there's going to be a war.

Yes, I know,
he told me.

I suppose the band
was your idea.

Guilty.

Well?

Well what?

How did you do?

One invitation
to go to the races.

And a request
from Mr. Morgan's office

to keep in touch
with development.

Zero, naught, nothing.

So what's next?

I don't know.

Rent an office and get started,
I suppose.

Excuse me, sir.

Yes, what is it?

I've come about the job.

I'm sorry I'm early.

How did you know
who I was?

I've seen
your picture, sir.

Well, come on,
open the door there.

So what's your name?

Sparks, Marcie Sparks.

Well, take these, then.

How do you spell
"apostrophe," Marcie?

Sir?

"Apostrophe"-
how do you spell it?

A- P-O-S-T-R-O-P-H-E.

What do you think, Frank?

No idea, boss.

Me neither, but it sounds
convincing-

that's half the battle.

Yes, I'll take this one, Frank.

Marcie, this is Frank Wild,
my second-in-command-

most experienced Antarctic
man you'll ever meet.

How do you do.

Tom Crean, who was with
Captain Scott's party last year,

but we won't hold that
against him, will we, Tom?

How do you do?
Pleased to meet you.

Come on, then, let's see
what you're made of.

To the editor of TheTimes.

Sir, it has been an open secret
for some time

that I have been desirous
of leading another expedition

to the South Polar
regions.

Tom, be a good fellow,
pop downstairs,

put a note on the door that says
the position is filled.

I can announce that such an
expedition will start next year.

"I have taken the liberty
of calling the expedition

the Imperial Trans-Antarctic. "

Who the bloody hell does
he think he is?

Apparently, he's
been promised

�10,000
by the government.

Only if he raises all of
the rest of the money first.

Lloyd George is no fool.

Where is Shackleton
going to find �60,000?

He hasn't even paid
for his last expedition.

I hope he's not expecting to get
any money from us.

This is the Royal
Geographical Society.

It's not the Royal Antarctic
Exploration Society.

We have other
responsibilities.

Gentlemen, I would
advise caution.

It's not in our power
to stop him.

If we try and he goes ahead,

the newspapers,
who are his friends,

will only make us
look foolish.

I propose that we volunteer
a small donation

before he asks for a larger one,
of, shall we say �1,000.

Very well, I shall make it
in two payments of �500

and I will make it clear
to Sir Ernest

that we do not expect him to ask
for the second payment.

In writing.

I beg your pardon, Sir John?

Get him to agree to that
in writing.

Hear, hear.

So, you have some money.

Well, �500 will barely keep
the expedition in dog food.

What about thisfriend
that you said was so generous?

Mr. Harvey seems to have
changed his mind suddenly.

But you have an office and
you're advertising for men.

No, I'm not...

Well, yes, I am

and we've, uh,
we've made a start.

Thank you.

So it is definite.

Nothing is definite.

Goodness me!

There's two more
sacks downstairs.

I'm George Marston,
official artist...

Putty, you old bastard!

Sometimes known as Putty.

You sold a painting yet?

Yes, I have,
as a matter of fact.

George.

Tom.

Let me take those.

Well, seems half the country
want to come with us.

The boss made the announcement
sound too damn comfy.

Is he here?

No- he's out on the stump.

My party, having sailed
through the melting ice

of the Weddell Sea,

will land here,
at Vahsel Bay

and there we will
make a base;

and a smaller party will start
a march towards the, um...

Scone?

The scone, precisely.

At the same time
a second group will land

on the other side of the
continent, the Ross Sea,

and make their way across
the Beardmore Glacier,

towards the Pole-
I- I-I mean, the scone-

laying food depots as they go

so that my party will have
supplies for the second half...

Oh, Bannis,
stop that!

Bannis, get off.

There you go.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Sir Ernest;
he's got such a sweet tooth.

I'm being funded
by the government

and by the Royal
Geographical Society

and I have several
private sponsors

but of course
there is still

a few thousand pounds
I need to find

before we are completely secure.

It must require great courage

to return to a place
where you've suffered so much.

"What I aspired to be,

"And was not, comforts me:

"A brute I might
have been,

but would not sink
i' the scale. "

Robert Browning.

A favorite of mine.

Mine, too.

It's not given to all of us
to live a life like yours

but you have the power
to share your vision

and take us
with you.

Thank you.

Now I must let
you go.

It's a long journey
to London,

and you have much
to do.

Yes, well, uh, thank
you for seeing me

and, uh, perhaps you will
be able to give some thought

to the possibility
of becoming a sponsor.

Sir Ernest, my contribution
towards your exciting adventure

is over there
on the desk.

Please.

I'm not the sort of woman
to waste a man's time.

Miss Stancomb-Wills,
I don't know how to thank you.

By succeeding, of course,

and perhaps by addressing me
in future as Janet.

Francis Shackleton,
this court has heard

how you have violated all the
rules of commercial morality

in defrauding a lady,
advanced in years,

who believed that you were
not only her financial advisor

but also her friend.

You own bankruptcy precludes
your ability to repay her

but it is the duty of this court
to make it clear

that we cannot tolerate
behavior of this sort.

I therefore sentence you
to 15 months hard labor.

"What, no more?

"Pay him 6,000
and deface the bond.

"Double 6,000

"and then treble that

"before a friend
of this description

"shall lose a hair

through Bassanio's
fault. "

"First go with me to church
and call me wife... "

"and then away to Venice,
to your friend,

"for never shall you lie
by Portia's side

"with an unquiet sole.

You shall have gold to pay
the petty debt 20 times over. "

What do you think?

I think you should
have defended Frank.

Don't patronize me!

I'm not.

If you want to be
an actress,

you will be an actress.

Knowingwhat you want is
the hard part, notgettingit.

Promise?

Promise.

And what if all
I want is

for you to stay
here with me?

"My purse, my person,
my extremist means,

lie all unlocked
to your occasions. "

But only for
another half an hour.

Ever since I read the
advertisement in the newspaper

I haven't been able to sleep
with excitement.

My parents were
a bit nervous at first

but my mother advised me to line
a bath filled with ice cubes.

She said it might help
me to make up my mind...

but I was quite sure.

This is a difficult one-

a 53-year-old Cambridge
parasitic biologist.

Does he go in "hopeless"
because he's 53

or "mad" because he studies
parasites at Cambridge

and everyone knows
he'll go to Oxford.

Now he's in both.

Um, do you think he...

Don't worry, Mr. Hudson,
he knows you're here.

Yes, I know.

I just couldn't...

Well, I had to come.

A letter just didn't
seem enough.

And you think
that this will work?

In theory, yes, sir.

I'm good with machines.

Came up to town on my motorbike
this morning.

This is the bike
that broke down?

Yes, sir,

but I had it fixed in a jiffy.

Yes, of course.

Could you build this?

I don't see why not.

"We three sporty girls
have decided to write

"and beg of you
to take us with you

on your expedition
to the South Pole. "

I heard that. No.

Marcie?

Yes, boss?

Polite note.

We're going
to the admiralty

to persuade
the first lord

to give us
Captain Orde-Lees.

Yes, boss, you've got
Dudley Docker at 3:00.

Yes, I know, Mr. Hudson,

you're a navigator.

Excuse me.

Wait here, please.

Now, whatever you do,
keep your mouth shut.

Let me do the talking.

Yes, sir.

What was your name again?

Orde-Lees, Thomas...
Tom even.

Nobody calls me Tom.

Ready?

Yes, sir.

You're not nervous.

No, sir.

Sir?

Don't worry,
I won't be a moment.

We just have a quick question.

Sir, you can't go in there. Sir!

Well, I'm off for
a game of golf now.

Do you play?

No, sir.

Me neither.

Ah, thank you, Mr., uh...

Hudson.

Can I give you
a lift anywhere?

Uh, no, thank you,
I think I'll walk.

Might even dance,
if you don't mind.

Sir...
Mr. Hudson...

I have 300 applications
for navigators, you know.

Yes, sir, but I was
just wondering...

Hop in; you've got
20 minutes to yourself.

My work has brought me
a great deal of money.

That's why you're here,
I take it.

Yes, sir.

You could play, now.

That's just as important.

Last year, I took
the whole year off.

Bloody marvelous!

Have you ever
done that?

No, I haven't.

You should try it-

simple and damned
effective.

I've taken three
months off now

and six months
off next year

and do you know
something?

I have never felt better.

That's what I look for
in a man, do you see?

Well, you know
what I mean.

Can't afford
to be unhealthy

in your business,
can you?

No, quite.

Without good health
you can't produce wealth.

That's the motto.

I've told
the prime minister

I'd have half the cabinet
on the street

if I had my way.

Poor health.

Hmm, how can you run
the country

if you can't run
your own body properly?

You see my point?

Yes, I certainly do.

And what does the army
have to say about this?

My C.O. was most sympathetic.

In fact, it was his idea,
really, that I should apply.

Said I was probably
most suited to Arctic work.

If the regiment
was called up,

of course,
I'd have to come back.

But I'd make my own way.

I'm used to that.

I had an introduction
to the late Captain Scott,

whose work
I've very much admired,

but, of course, that
isn't of much use now

but, uh, I thought
I'd try my luck anyway.

I saw the signs,
plain as you like:

Burlington Street.

But this is the thing:
it was filled with ice.

The whole bloody street
was packed with ice

and there I was sailing
straight down it.

I mean, I don't normally
remember dreams at all,

but this...

Where will the sun set
this evening, Mr., um...

Worsley.

Worsley. Thank you.

Over there, 6:47.

So, I got straight up,
came to Burlington Street,

I didn't know what I was
looking for, but, um...

well, you can imagine
what I felt

when I saw your sign downstairs:

Imperial Trans-Antarctic
Expedition.

What else could I do?

I walked straight up.

My aim is to teach
the expedition how to prepare

simple dishes in different ways.

An artist can create
a great painting

with a limited
palette of colors;

a good chef can use
a few ingredients

to create a thousand dishes.

Thank you,
Senor Ardenina.

Leave it.

It's a still
picture anyway.

It doesn't matter
if it's going or not.

Yes, sir.

Join the line.

Ladder.

Thank you. Stay there.

Thank you, gentlemen.

There is a suspicion
in some quarters

that these machines
you're going to take,

though useless
in scientific exploring,

have a great effect
upon the public.

My Lord,
I cannot ignore the public.

Is that not an admission of my point?

I'd call it a statement,
not an admission.

What weight do you carry
in your airplanes?

It is not an airplane;

it's a sledge
with an airplane propeller.

I see.

Are you taking an expert
in dog driving?

Yes, one.

All the dogs will follow
the leading team

so only one expert handler is
required on this sort of ground.

It is the nature of the ground,
Sir Ernest,

that is of course
the great uncertainty.

You might, for example,

come across
a mountain range.

Possibly.

And if you did
it would really be

scientifically much more
interesting to explore that

rather than your journey
straight across.

The journey across is the thing
I have set myself to do.

I thought I had made that clear.

I do not believe
there is a single individual

living under the Union Jack
in any part of the empire

who would not wish
the first national flag

carried across the Antarctic
to be British.

Save your speeches
for the papers;

we're here to discuss the
advancement of knowledge.

Then we share a common purpose.

Sir Ernest, you must understand

that as scientists,
it's inevitable

that this committee
will put the science first.

My Lord, I not only accept that;
I embrace it.

But grateful as I am

for generous contributions
of this society

this committee must accept

that scientists do not pay
for science.

I make no apology
for seeking publicity.

Without something
that the newsmen can understand

and support, there is no pubic;

without the public,
there are no sponsors;

without sponsorship,
there is no expedition.

Believe me,
I wish there were an easier way.

Fan; and roll camera.

Fan, snow... and... action!

The snow's not very
realistic, you know.

It should come up
from below more.

Really?

When I get a moment
I'll tell him that.

Ernest, let's leave
them to it, shall we?

Just think of the money
they're paying.

Anyway, I've got something
I want to show you.

Now, I've found a ship.

Where?

Norway. Built by the Belgian
explorer de Gerlache

for Arctic tourists,
but he can't sell it.

I think we can get it
for a good price.

How much?

You worry too much.

She's calledPolaris.

We'll have to come up
with a better name.

What is this?

It's a moving picture,

called
Home of the Blizzard.

Made a fortune in Sydney

and I'm trying to get the
rights to show it here.

Shot by a chap
called Hurley, Frank Hurley.

Well, there's nothing new
about moving pictures, you know.

I know, but this
man's different.

He makes you feel
you're right there

standing on the snow
with him.

JOURNALIST
Look, penguins!

The public
just love them.

That's what we need in our film,
lots of penguins.

If we get Hurley, our
film company could raise

another �10,000
at least.

That way, we may be able to
pay for that ship of yours-

whatever
you call her.

Endurance-
that's what we should call her,

for my family motto.

What's your motto?

"By endurance we conquer. "

If you don't want your food,
leave it alone.

Don't sit there
just picking at it.

For God's sake go up to your
room if you're finished!

Cecily, if you've finished, too,
you can run along.

May I have
some more potatoes?

EMILY
Later, darling.

Run along.

None of us see
very much of you now.

This is important to us.

I know, I'm sorry.

I've got two sponsors
who want to withdraw their money

because they're terrified
there's going to be a war,

and the Norwegian's demanding
payment for the ship.

If it doesn't leave London
by the end of this month,

I lose all chance of getting
to Antarctica this year.

I might as well
stop now.

So, you're going to Scotland?

Yes, to see Sir James Caird.

Oh, Sir Ernest, times are hard
with the war a-coming

but would ten shillings be
of any assistance

in your great expedition

and would you mind telling me
if there's any change?

I- I-I'm sorry.

Children, this is
your father speaking.

I am on my knees;

I am so sorry
I shouted.

But please, would anyone like
to come down the street

to purchase a tuppence'
worth of ice cream?

Princes Street.

Right, sir.

Sir James
will see you now.

The Austrians are convinced

that the assassination
of their archduke

was financed by the Serbs.

If they declare war,
Germany will follow

and France and Russia
will be close behind.

Much as he may wish
to temporize,

the prime minister will have
little alternative

but to support
his allies.

Sir James, I know my
duty if war is declared.

Oh, my meaning was that
you will have little time

to succeed
in your plans.

You will surely have
to leave next month

if you're to reach
the Antarctic this season.

TheEnduranceis ready to sail.

Once she has been paid for.

Dudley Docker-

the chairman of B.S.A.- has
donated the funds to cover that.

Of course, but, uh, if Docker's
money is paying for the ship,

what will you use
to provision her?

I will soon have sufficient.

I see.

Swallows!

Pretty, aren't they?

"Free as a bird"-
that's what they say, is it not?

I've always envied that.

But who's to say they do not
look down and envy us?

I've examined
Lord Iveagh's copy

of your projected
accounts.

If my calculations are correct,
the shortfall is �24,000.

Is that fair?

Yes.

You've already mortgaged
moving picture rights

to a film company

and the photographic
and story rights

to theDaily Chronicle,

so you have nearly half
your expenses yet to find

and nothing left
to sell!

And I'm a prudent man,
Sir Ernest,

and cannot risk
my money

on an expedition
that may never take place.

And what about
your family?

How will they survive
when you've used

every conceivable resource
of the expedition

to finance
its very existence?

My family understand that
the expedition must come first.

And if you fail?

I will not fail!

You think the threat of war
makes it hard to raise money.

It doesn't make any
bloody difference!

If it's not a war,
it's a peace

or the stock market or
the weather or the time of year.

It is always hard
because what I do

appears unreasonable to other men
- I know that.

But I will be in Antarctica
this year, I promise you.

I'm sorry.

Thank you for your time.

No, sit down, please.

Please.

I asked you
to come here

because I had to make
a decision.

After this conversation,

I realize there is only
one option open to me

if I am to protect myself

and my money.

This is a check
for �24,000.

If I were
to give you less,

the expedition might
never happen

and my money would be wasted.

I do not like waste.

I particularly do not like
to see a man's abilities wasted.

There is only
one condition.

Try to persuade your other
contributors to return to you

some of the
expedition's rights.

I believe a man
should be rewarded

for his efforts.

Lady Shackleton.

Yes.

I'm sorry to call so late.

My name's Harbour.

This is Mr. Grainger.

Is your husband in?

He's in Scotland.

Thank you, Becky.

I have here a summons
to appear before a magistrate

in connection with an
application for the repayment

of �1,000 owed
to Miss Mary Brown.

Now, in light of your
husband's imminent departure

to foreign parts,

the court has authorized
an emergency hearing

to consider the matter.

Mobilization
is expected any day now.

Dobbs and Brocklehurst
have already left

to join their regiments,

so it leaves us
consulting the Admiralty.

Both the doctors
have spoken to me

and as a royal
naval reservist,

I may be
called in myself.

If it happens,
Captain.

If it happens.

You will take the ship
down to Margate as planned.

If war has not been
declared,

then you will sail
to South America.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Sir.

Not now, Marcie.

Marcie!

Shut the door.

Don't let anybody
else in.

Are you all right, sir?

Yes, I'm all right now.

Just a touch of, uh, sciatica.

I get it sometimes.

Could you pour me a glass
of water, please?

If it's in connection
with the expedition,

I think we're
pretty well full up.

Well, maybe not, then.

Those men...

They say they're
here to...

Yes, I know why they're here.

Tell Captain Worsley
to go back to the ship.

I'll meet him there later.

And get me a checkbook.

They want money.

If I pay them,
they will go away.

I haven't got time
to deal with them now.

Yes, sir.

Marcie!

Uh, there's no need
to say anything about this.

The sciatica.

That's right.

Yes.

The men are waiting
in the ward room, boss.

Thank you, Frank-
any news?

There's a rumor

that the navy's
being mobilized.

At ease, men.

First, let me say
that if war is declared,

any man who wishes to leave the
expedition to serve his country

will be free to do so.

It is clear to me where
our first duty lies

and this morning,

I telegraphed the First
Lord of the Admiralty

and put our ship
and every one of us

at his disposal.

We now await
his decision.

I hope you will forgive me,
but I particularly ask

that if he saw fit to employ us
in the service of our country,

he might allow us
to stay together,

perhaps aboard a destroyer.

I did this because
I can honestly think

of no finer group of men
with whom to serve.

Thank you.

Three cheers
for the boss.

Hip! Hip!

Hooray!

Hip! Hip!
Hooray!

Yes.

Still nothing.

Hudson's at
the telegraph office.

He'll stay there till
something comes through.

They'll tell us to wait,
I know it.

We wait, we'll
lose the ice.

It will be another year
before we could go again,

and by that time,
it will be too late.

There will be a war on.

I like the idea of us
serving together on a destroyer.

Do you really think
they'd let us stay together?

Where's the boss?

It's from Winston
Churchill.

There's only one word.

"Proceed. "

I think we can take that as a
direct order from the Admiralty.

Do you agree,
gentlemen?

Yes, sir.

Skipper?

Yes, sir.

Let's get on with it, then.

I have to go back to London
for a week or two

to make our final arrangements.

I'll meet you all
in Buenos Aires.

His Majesty was pleased
to read in the newspapers

that theEndurance
had sailed yesterday.

When willyoube leaving,
Sir Ernest?

Next month.

I have business
matters first.

This will only be a
brief meeting, I'm afraid.

Of course-
I understand.

Sir Ernest.

Your Majesty.

I had promised you
a flag, I think.

I had hoped
to present it onboard.

See your ship
and all that.

But they canceled,

because of all this fuss
the Austrians are making.

Pity, really.

Does the heart good,
don't you think?

Her Majesty
Queen Alexandra

tells me
you have a fine ship.

What do you call her?

Endurance.

She sailed
for South America yesterday.

Of course, I telegraphed
Mr. Churchill first...

I know, I know.

We all face
a hard road, Sir Ernest.

And who is to say

which of us should envy
the other?

So there is no hope.

The prime minister
informs me

that we will be at war
by the morning,

possibly even tonight.

It is a terrible thing
to be responsible

for the lives
of so many.

A terrible thing.

Yes, sir.

My great-great-great-great-
grandfather, George II,

was the last king
to lead his army in battle.

170 years ago.

Dettingen, against
the bloody French.

No such luck
for me, though.

When do you leave?

September 19, on theLa Negra
with the dogs.

Dogs.

You're taking dogs?

Yes, Your Majesty.

How many?

69, sir, from Canada.

Marvelous.

That's marvelous.

Dogs, imagine that.

They must be
a comfort to you.

Oh, yes, sir.

Well, here it is.

The flag.

Now, make sure
you bring it back.

I will, sir.

Thank you.

Sir Ernest.

Do you feel fear when you embark
on an adventure such as this?

Yes, Your Majesty.

Yes, of course.

Godspeed.

I'm coming with you!
I'm coming with you!

I know you want to,

but you need to look
after your mother.

Kids, wave.

Come along, come along.

In here.

Keep those two apart.

That's it.

Good morning.

Everything's ready?

They're all onboard,
boss.

Those were the last
of them.

Good- where's
that dog handler?

We lost him.

What do you mean?

Buggered off
back to Canada.

Got a lad from
the dogs' home.

He's agreed to come
with us

as far as
Buenos Aires.

You have a visitor.

What?

A visitor.

Dr. Mcllroy
is with her.

They look more
like wolves than dogs.

Yep, they
probably are.

Just hope they
don't get ill.

He was useless anyway-
the dog man!

Darling, what are you
doing here?

Seeing you off.

Dr. Mcllroy has been
taking care of me.

I'll just go and see
if Frank needs a hand.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have come.

Don't worry
about him.

I'm not worried
about him.

I'm worried about you.

Hi.

That's Lady Chetwynd.

Yes, indeed.

The boss doesn't
look too pleased.

How does Emily do it?

Does she get used to it?

Does it get better?

Does she make a fool
of herself, too?

Emily isn't like that.

Isn't she?

Wait here, please.

Oh, God.

I meant to play this
very gracefully.

Be very British
and all that and look at me.

Uh, boss, reverse.

Yes.

Emily!

What are you
doing here?

I'm sorry about that.

It was just someone...

I know who she is.

Your father telephoned
just after you left.

Frank is being released
from prison on Wednesday

and I thought you'd want
to know.

Yes.

Look, I have to go with them-
see them aboard ship,

but I won't sail.

I'll... I'll take
a ship next week.

I'll be back tomorrow.

I love you.

Eleanor.

What are
you doing here?

You know there might
be newspapermen.

There's been
no announcement

of the release
of the royal right.

What are you wearing?

I've, um, joined
the nursing reserves.

I go to France next week.

Next week?

There's going
to be a war, Mikey.

I had to do something.

Not yet.

Look.

You stay here.

You're the
conspicuous one.

The paper said
you'd sailed.

Yeah, I had
some things

to finish
before I left

and I wanted
to see you.

Well, I... I've been quite
a celebrity these past weeks.

What, with all the noise
you've been making.

I even discussed your intimate
intentions with the governor.

Here.

He'll be very sad
to have missed you.

I'm sorry, I was...

I was never as good as you
at looking brave.

I've had a very horrible time

with nobody
to help me.

You're safe now.

No.

Uh, no, no, thank you.

I didn't have to choose
this life, you know.

I know.

I... I'm sorry,

I don't know
what to say.

What can you say?

You're leaving
both of us.

There's nothing either
of us can do about it.

Just seems so horrible that
she had to have all the tears.

Let me... write to you
when I'm onboard ship.

I'll be clearer then.

Anything I say now
won't be what I mean.

What do you call her?

Who?

Her nickname.

"Mouse. "

Everybody has a bloody nickname
with you.

Everybody except me.

Do you know one of your men
asked me what mine was

and I had to say
that I didn't have one.

And he asked
what would I choose.

I said "Honey. "

Isn't that pathetic?

I love you.

I couldn't go on without you,
and that is the truth.

But I don't know
what to do.

You have to go, I know you do.

If you didn't, who would you be?

I've sent the servants
out on errands.

Although they were
a little surprised

by my urgent need for butter,
Scotch and string.

How is the tea?

I hope it's all right; I made it myself.

Thank you, yes.

Have you spoken
to the military?

I saw Kitchener yesterday.

He said I was too old
and that it would be impossible

to give me a job
at the moment.

Well, then,
where's the argument?

Are you worried
about your family?

I seem to be worried
about everything.

Well, don't be!

I may be of little use
to you and your men

in the Antarctic,

but I can be of help here.

I'll make sure that
your family is safe.

I'll make it my business!

Nicely.

I can be nice.

A rich old lady gets used

to people not telling her
the truth-

flattering her, perhaps-

but you've
never done that.

You've always paid me
the compliment

of speaking
from your heart.

Now allow me
to do the same.

Go to the pole.

Go before
it's too late.

Not everyone is
fortunate enough

to understand
their own talent...

but you know yours.

Well, use it...

for your family
and for your country.

Wait here, mate.

I'll go aboard

and get some help
with those boxes.

Can I help you?

Is this theEndurance?

It is.

Frank Hurley,
photographer and filmmaker.

Mcllroy, surgeon and
temporary night watchman.

Welcome aboard.

Where is everybody?

Shore leave;
they'll be back later.

We've had rather
a chaotic time getting here.

Ship handles like
a pig in open water,

used up all our coal,

ended up hacking the deck
to bits to get here on time.

Some of the crew
went a bit wild.

Yeah, so I see.

Where's Ernest?

I'm supposed to report to him.

Arriving tonight
on theUrugayo.

Have you got any bags?

I've got a few bags
with me, yes.

Mmm, I'll give you
a hand.

Sir Ernest, I'll have your
luggage sent up straightaway.

Very good.

Welcome to
Buenos Aires!

We've arranged a suite
on the first floor.

Thank you.

How long have you
been here, Frank?

Five days.

Holness has been here
two weeks-

a bit of trouble
on the voyage.

So I heard-

I ran into Onde-Lees
at the docks.

He says there was too much
alcohol onboard.

I wouldn't pay
any attention to him.

But I think
the skipper's style

was a little informal:

the crew called him
"Wuzzels. "

What?

"Wuzzels. "

"Wuzzels?"

The ship was a bit of a mess
when she arrived-

they were burning
the dog kennels as fuel

for the last three days.

Don't worry,
the ship's carpenter,

McNeish, seems
to have it in hand.

What about
the rest of the men?

One or two seem
a little undisciplined.

Well, I can't do
anything about it now,

but tell "Wuzzels"
I want a full inspection

at 800 hours
tomorrow morning.

Is that understood?
Yes.

We got here, anyway.

Yes, boss.

Captain, is
everybody present?

No, sir, we're missing
able seamen Erving and Barr.

Where are they?

Well, sir, we have been
looking for them-

there may have been some
confusion about leave.

Dismiss them.

Well, I think it's...

Pay them off, Captain!

Our lives-
all our lives-

depend on each other.

There can be no one
on this ship

who does not
understand that.

What was that?

Ship's cat, sir,
Mrs. Chippy.

Mrs. Who?

Mrs. Chippy, sir.

He's mine.

McNeish, ship's carpenter.

Well, Mr. Chippy,

keep Mrs. Chippy
out of the way

when the dogs
come onboard.

Anybody else
not present?

Well, sir,
the cook is below,

but I'm afraid
he's unable...

Frank, get him
out of here,

I want him off
this ship!

Find him
a room somewhere,

we'll send his
kit on later.

Right- come on,
let's go!

Let's go!

That's it,
here we go now.

So- who wants to make
breakfast?

Well, I think
I can manage

to brew
some coffee.

And you are?

Frank Hurley,
I arrived last night.

Mr. Hurley,
a prince among men,

so they tell me.

Ernest Shackleton,

two sugars and no milk.

I'll give you a hand...

Your Highness.

Skipper, I don't intend to dwell

on the events
of the voyage here.

Well, sir, we had...

I don't need an explanation!

Nor do I wish there
to be any confusion

about how the ship
will be run from now on.

I propose that for the duration
of the voyage to Vahsel Bay

Iwill assume
the post of captain

and you will be
the sailing master.

I will continue to
address you as "Skipper. "

That way your authority
is less likely

to be undermined.

You will resume
the captaincy

only when
I have gone ashore.

Is that understood?

Yes, sir.

Yes!

Room service.

Ah, Mr. Hurley, thank you.

It smells
delicious.

Was there something else?

I wonder if now
would be a good time

to discuss
my contract of employment.

Certainly-
it'll be the same

as with the
Mawson Expedition:

�300 per annum
payable in arrears.

And 25% of the
photographic and film rights.

I'm afraid not.

They've already been sold
to theDaily Chronicle.

Sir, I was told I'd get
25% of the rights;

I wouldn't have come otherwise.

I can't help you,
the deal's been done.

And this is excellent coffee,

by the way.

That deal was done
without consulting me!

I know.

And without you,
we would not be here.

I am again in your debt.

Well, I'm afraid, sir,

it appears that I am the one
who is in debt.

You see, Skipper,
you have to be strong,

show them who's boss.

Now...

Where am I going to find
another cook?

What's going on?

I'm leaving.

Leaving?

Why?

The prince has been refused
his ransom by the king.

If it's any
consolation,

he's lucky the king
didn't ask him

to pay the ransom
himself.

What?

He asked me for a loan.

There's a problem paying
for some of the supplies

and I have an arrangement
with a bank here

that allows me
to access funds.

Jesus.

Starboard side.

She's a beauty!

From London, too!

Fancy giving her a go?

Excuse me, sir?

Yes?

You looking
for crew?

I served on
theGolden Gate;

ran aground a month ago.

You're a bloody Yank!

No, I'm from Canada,

loyal subject
of the Empire!

Well, come aboard

and meet
the boss, then.

Thank you, sir!

Oh, not you, son.

Oh, I'm from Wales
and I'm very loyal, too.

We can't take children
where we're going.

Frank, meet Charles Green, our new chef.

Now, I need you
to have a word

with the manager
of the Andes,

where he's presently
employed.

Well, this is
Mr., um...

William Bakewell
from Canada.

Excuse me a moment,
will you?

Mr. Hurley!?

I'm sorry, sir, but
I have no alternative!

Give me your hand,
Mr. Hurley.

25%, wasn't it?

Yes, sir,
that's right.

That's settled, then.

By the way, I hope you brought
your dinner jacket.

Sir?

Farewell dinner with the
Argentine government tonight.

See you there.

Mr. Bakewell!

I'll take them...

I think I know
the drill by now.

Thanks.

The English have such
an affinity with animals

that it's part of
our character.

Don't anticipate
problems...

Mcllroy:
Mawson has a theory

that the heavy rainfall
here in Argentina

is a direct consequence
of the ice

not melting
the Weddell Sea.

Gentlemen... may I,
on behalf of my government,

wish you every success
on your voyage

and present you
with this small token.

A radio receiver,

which will allow you
to receive our time signal

on the first day
of every month.

Senor Ornelli, if you please.

Sir Ernest, gentlemen,

I have one more guest
to present to you.

As you see, he's come dressed
for the occasion.

Load the animal off the table.

McNEISH: Oh, shush, he's doing no harm.

I don't care,
I'm eating.

Here there's no need
to frighten her.

So he said

we'd spend the winter at Vahsel Bay.

We were told to deliver them there,

then return
to Buenos Aires

till the ice broke up
next summer.

Well, my guess is he's afraid
if he lets us go...

nobody'll ever come back
and find him again.

Are we all here?

Where's Hudson?

Kidnapped,
we understand,

by a group of
young ladies,

but he promised to be
back by morning.

Gentlemen, may I read you
the text of a message

I've just sent to
theDaily Chronicle.

"We are leaving now,

"to carry on our white warfare

"and our last message
to our country

"is that we will do our best
to make good.

"Though we shall be shut off
from the outer world

"for many months,

"our thoughts and prayers

"will be with our countrymen
fighting at the front.

"We hope, in our small way,

"to add victories in
science and discovery

"to that certain victory
which our nation shall achieve

in the cause of
honor and liberty. "

Dated Buenos Aires,
October 26, 1914.

Let the toast be to victory.

To victory.

We got a brief signal
just after we left port.

Since then, nothing.

We need to get the antenna
higher, if possible.

The main mast would be best.

I'll get someone
to give you a hand.

I should be able to manage.

Well, take Tom.

He's the best man
aloft I've seen.

All right.

Gentlemen, this place
is a shambles.

These floors
need a scrub.

Shall we get out
of the way, sir?

No, Colonel, I want
you three to scrub it out.

The lower deck will issue you
with brushes and buckets.

Dr. Macklin,
draw up a roster.

I want this place
scrubbed every Wednesday.

Yes, Boss.

Carry on.

Is he making a joke?

I don't
think so.

Bloody hell!

I heard that
things were all set

so the Germans will
surrender anyway-

before Christmas even.

No empty uniforms,
apparently.

Pity, really
- I was hoping for a chance to have a go.

I don't know about Christmas,

but it'll be over
before we get back.

Germany can't stand up to
us, France and Russia.

Let's skin more potatoes,
please, gentlemen.

At this rate,
we'll be out of vegetables

before we get to South Georgia.

Aye, aye, sir.

How do you get
"housemaid's knee"?

From being
a housemaid.

Precisely.

I think I've got it.

You're right, Boss.

Just pretend I'm not here.

Jesus!

It's a bloke,
sir.

What sort of a bloke?

I don't know,
but he's a big one

and he's
in the locker.

Right,
let's have a look.

What's up?

He thinks he's seen a ghost.

Come on out of there,
whoever the bloody hell you are!

Just coming.

Sorry, sir, I didn't mean
to cause a disturbance.

Who the bloody
hell are you?

Perce Blackborow, sir.

Able seaman.

I got my papers
and everything.

I'm from Wales.

You amaze me.

Who helped you
get aboard?

Nobody, sir.

Who helped him!?

I did, sir.

It's not his fault.

It was my idea.

Be quiet,
I'm coming to you.

How old are you?

Nineteen, sir-
nearly 20.

Please don't send me back.

Mr. Blackborow, have you
ever been to the Antarctic?

No, sir.

Those of us
who have been there,

who have seen men
starve, go mad and die

are not so bloody amused!

No, sir.

It's just I heard
you were two men short.

So I thought
I could help out, like.

Oh, did you?

Do you know what starvation
is, Mr. Blackborow?

Have you ever watched
a man eat a biscuit

and want to kill him
for just one crumb of it?

No, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

We are a man short, Boss.

Are we?

Well, maybe he'll
come in useful.

If we do face starvation,

the stowaway's always
the first one we eat,

isn't that right,
Mr. Wild?

Yes, Boss.

They'd get more meat
off of you, sir.

Don't push your luck,
Blackborow.

Take him to
the boatswain.

Find something
for him to do.

Boss.

And introduce him

to the cook on the way,

so that he knows
what he looks like.

Come on, then,
let's get back to work.

That includes
you, too, Bakewell.

Yes, sir.

Try and look respectable,
you lads!

Good morning, Frank.

Boss.

Come on, let's
have some order.

Spread out
at the back.

Mack, you come down
the front here.

And look right
into the camera.

That's where
the rest of the world is.

Straight into the lens-
right here.

Think of your wives,
your sweethearts, your children,

your grandchildren,
your great-grandchildren.

That's where they are,
all in there.

Everybody, hold that.

Wait for it.

Thank you, all.

You want one more
for safety, Frank.

Aye, sir.

Only need the one chance.

I got the picture.

May I present
for your pleasure...

Blackborow pie.

Why is that, chef?

Because
there's steak

in there
somewhere,

but it's up to you to find it.

Shouldn't I take
the boss some

in his cabin,
sir?

No, don't worry about it.

He asked
not to be disturbed.

Sorry, to disturb you, Boss,
we're close to South Georgia.

It's a little
foggy out there,

but we should be at
Grytviken in an hour.

Are you all right?

Yes, I'm all right, Skipper.

Would you like one of
the doctors to have a look?

No...

thank you.

You take her in.

I'll be fine in the morning.

Boss.

It feels like
a pirate kingdom.

They've spent half
their life on the ocean

hunting the greatest
creature on the planet,

the other half here,
in this stench.

What an extraordinary
way to live.

Not for these men.

Madmen, criminals,
outcasts of every kind-

the calibans of the pole.

But they know the ice.

Reminds me of Birmingham.

No, Birmingham
smells worse.

Are you enjoying your
dinner, Sir Ernest?

Thank you, yes.

The sausages
are our own recipe.

Pork fed exclusively
on whale blubber.

Do they enjoy it?

We just drive the pigs

into the belly
of the dead whale

and leave them there.

They eat...

or starve.

Most interesting.

Is it your intention,
Lord Shackleton,

to land at Vahsel Bay?

Yes, it is.

This is not good.

The ice is very big this year.

It goes
very far north.

Well, we are prepared to force
our way through, if necessary.

TheEndurancewas built
for ice work.

There is
no possibility

to reach the bay
at the moment.

You must wait here
for warmer weather.

Well, in England we're used to

waiting for warmer weather,
aren't we?

In Norway also.

As you well know,
the Weddell Sea

is hemmed in on three sides, like a "U."

It's the Antarctic
continent,

the Palmer Peninsula,
and these islands.

The current is very strong.

It moves like a clock,

forcing the ice
against the peninsula

where it is packed tight.

It cannot escape,
it doesn't melt,

even now that the summer
is starting.

Yes, but we can still get through here,

down the eastern side, by Coats Land.

I've talked to Nordenskold about this.

The ice
is more open.

We can land
at Vahsel Bay.

But it's very bad
this year-

the worst we have known.

I've had captains back
this week

who say the ice is solid
as far as here.

Are you saying
it's impossible?

It's not impossible,
but it's very difficult.

You'll have to fight
your way through

a thousand miles
of ice to reach land.

Well, going back
to England isn't possible,

so I suppose we'll just have
to settle for very difficult.

The lower deck
are offering three to one

we'll be here for Christmas.

I think I'll keep
my money, thanks.

He might
stay that long.

Uh... from up there,

Grytviken looks
almost romantic.

It's just a matter
of choosing

the right place
to look at it from.

Hmm, really?

In that case, I have
a couple of maiden aunts

who'd be very interested
to meet you.

"I know full well

"that I am wanting
in many ways domestically,

"that for some time past
we have not seen eye to eye

"and the fault lies with me.

"I have committed
all sorts of crimes

"in thought
if not always in action.

"I suppose I'm just good as
an explorer and nothing else.

"I love the fight,

"and when things go easy,
I hate it.

"Even though when things
are wrong, I get worried.

"I'm a bit tired tonight

"and just wandering along.

"But now that
I am on my own work

I will be more at peace. "

? Whiskey is the life of man?

? Whiskey, Johnny!?

? Oh, whiskey
from an old tin can?

? Whiskey for my Johnny?

? Oh, Whiskey here
and whiskey there?

? Whiskey, Johnny!?

? Oh, I'll get
whiskey everywhere?

? Whiskey for my Johnny...?

What are
we drinking, chef?

I'd say, um...
one part vinegar,

two parts
methylated spirits

and ten parts...

Whale!

I'll drink for
your return.

It's our
departure, mate.

We're going.

Oh, no, no
- you are coming back very soon.

Your ship is not
good for the ice.

So I drink
for your return.

I'll drink to that.

The boats back this afternoon

have seen some big bergs,

which means that the Weddell
is starting to break up.

So we still have a chance of
making landfall by Christmas.

Good evening.

Sorry I'm late.

I'm, uh... no good
with costumes.

Gentlemen, gentlemen,
pray silence.

Our last guest has,
I think, just arrived.

I'm, uh...
I'm Buddha.

Do you see?
Well, never mind.

Perhaps it doesn't
translate.

Thanks to Putty here,

he received a personally
engraved invitation.

Unfortunately,
some of the details...

Such as
the time...

And the
dress code...

Were slightly inaccurate.

I'm so sorry I'm late.

I can never quite...

Oh, my God!

Oh, ha, bloody ha!

Get 'im, boys!

McNEISH:
Why do you stay... here

in the middle of
bloody nowhere?

To get away from up there.

Whale men not fit up there.

People up there not like

coolie folk like
whale men around.

We not can write poetry.

We not can paint pictures
from a silly word,

so... we come here.

No damn use anywhere else.

To those of us who are
no damn use anywhere else!

No damn use anywhere else!

Incredible,
isn't she?

Where's your camera?

Ah, she'd be gone
before I could set it up.

Besides, sometimes just
the eyes are good enough.

She's worth about �5,000

not counting
the carcass or the bones.

Do you know how much whale oil

they produce at Grytviken
every year?

Two and a half million gallons.

It's a gold mine.

An investment of �50,000

you could make double that
in profit every year.

With a decent manager
working out here,

you could put your feet up
at home, live like a king.

I think
she's beautiful.

You're not a businessman, Frank.

But I am.

I just chose
to make my business

out of doing something
that I love.

Well, that's the idea...

but sometimes there's more
bloody business than you expect.

? Up to the West End,
right in the Best End?

? Straight from the country
came Miss Maudie Brown?

? Father's a curate,
but couldn't endure it?

? That's why the Lady
is residing in town?

? Twelve months ago her
modest self felt quite sublime?

? To sit on a fellow's knee
who's been all in the grime!?

Anything?

Nothing.

No signal
at all.

Do you want me
to take a look up top?

It's not
the antenna.

I'm not sure
what it is.

? Every little movement
tells a tale?

Stupid, really.

I've always hated the cold.

Back at the whaling station in a week.

We won't get through the ice this year.

McNEISH: Oh, you don't
know bloody explorers.

He'll not turn back.

He cannot afford to.

Skipper reports pack ice
off the starboard bow,

about half a mile.

It can't be
this far north.

Slow down, Skipper,
in case we hit a growler.

And steer away from the pack,
I don't want to enter it here.

Hard aport.

Hard aport,
boatswain!

Hard aport!

Chippy!

Yes, boss?

It's getting a little fresh
up here.

Can you do something
about it?

I can make
a windbreak, sir.

Thanks, and I think
it may be helpful

to have some way of visually
signaling the helmsman,

now we're at the ice.

Aye, aye, sir.

As long as you never actually
give them the solution.

What's this growler we're
all so worried about?

Underwater ice.

You can't see it
till you hit it.

Ah, charming.

Remarkable, isn't it?

Like looking at the desert
for the first time.

The pack is more or less
where we expected it,

or at least where Jacobsen said
it would be.

So we'll take
a southeasterly course

skirting around it
as long as we can,

but it is pretty loose,

and at some point we will
have to start to push through

if we're to reach Vahsel Bay
before winter.

Those of you without much
experience at the helm

are going to find it
pretty hard work

navigating the ice
at first.

We'll all take an hour at
a time each during the day.

How far is it
to our landing point?

Navigator?

About a thousand
miles, sir.

And don't expect
much night from now on.

In two weeks' time,
it will be December 21,

the longest Antarctic day.

The sun will be above
the horizon for 24 hours.

Do not let this affect
your sleep.

You're going to need it.

Oh, look- seals!

Beautiful.

Aren't they?

Charles!

Yes, sir.

Ever cooked seal?

Oil, butter, dried parsley,
a little fresh ground pepper.

Well, break out
the pepper.

Excuse me, boys.

Why have we stopped
the engines?

Frankie's bagged
a seal.

He's going across the floes
after it.

Well, as long
as we've stopped,

we might as well
let everybody off.

A bit of exercise might
do us all good.

Offside, offside!

Offside! Offside!

Why, isn't that
what I'm supposed to do?

Don't be too hard
on him, ref.

He can't help
being a foreigner.

My ball, I think.

Free kick to the shore party.

Skipper.

Take a shot, Wuzzel.

Yes, boss.

Come on,
Wuzzel.

Ooh!

You all right, boss?

Yes, I'm all right, colonel.

Play on!

? It's a long way to Tipperary?

? It's a long way to go?

? It's a long way to Tipperary?

? To the sweetest girl
I know...?

Look, they love it.

Let's try
something else.

How about
"Scotland The Brave"?

Hard astarboard!

Midships.

Midships.

Port easy!

Port easy!

Hard aport!

Hard aport!

Make your bloody mind up.

Reverse engines, hard aport!

Reverse engines.

Hard aport!

Full speed ahead.

Easy, Skipper.

Come on.

What's all
the fuss about?

It's the colonel-
he's doing a job of work.

I don't
believe it.

I thought it was medically impossible.

Ha-bloody-ha.

Could be a mass delusion,
of course, has been known.

Look, if you don't want to help,

you can just bugger off,
the lot of you.

Oh, don't worry.

We've got a ship to run.

Come on, get out of it,
get out!

Are you all right?

It's incredible.

So we didn't make
landfall by Christmas.

No, sir.

Damned ice.

We'll serve grog at midnight
to those who are on watch.

Yes, boss.

Damned ice.

Happy Christmas.

What time is it?

Midnight.

Happy Christmas,
sir.

Happy Christmas.

? I saw three ships
come sailing in?

? On Christmas Day,
on Christmas Day?

? I saw three ships
come sailing in?

? On Christmas Day
in the morning.?

? And what was
in those ships all three?

? On Christmas Day,
on Christmas Day?

? And what was
in those ships all three?

? On Christmas Day
in the morning??

"To our skipper must go
the best present of all

"But what to give was
a puzzle

"Until I remembered
that because he's in charge,

It's a policeman's whistle
for Wuzzel. "

Boss! Boss!

Come on, boss!

All right.

All right, yes.

So... uh, "To the boss
who has guided us all from afar,

"Sometimes by map
and sometimes by star,

"There is only one gift,
as I know how you are

So here for your pleasure,
a big fat cigar. "

Thank you very much.

? God rest ye merry, gentlemen?

? Let nothing you dismay?

? For Jesus Christ our Savior?

? Was born on Christmas Day?

? To save us all
from Satan's power?

? When we had gone astray?

? O tidings of comfort and joy,
comfort and joy?

? O tidings of comfort
and joy.?

From your family?

Yes.

Look, I'm fine,
boss.

You go in and join
the others.

I know.

I'm fine, too.

Just needed
a little air.

Such a beautiful day.

You notice anything?

What do you mean?

Temperature's rising.

We'll get there,
you know.

I know.

Less than 500 miles.

We're halfway.

Skipper reckons we'll be
inside the Antarctic Circle

by tomorrow.

I know.

You don't by any chance
have a light, do you?

No.

Well, come on, then,
let's go and find one.

We've covered nearly 900
miles since South Georgia-

400 in the
last week alone.

If we keep this up,

we'll reach Vahsel Bay
by the end of the week.

Excuse me, boss,
Skipper wants you on deck.

He's sighted land.

We're beyond Coats Land.

This is further than any ship
has ever been.

Our first discovery.

We'll have to call it
James Caird Land.

That'll make the old bugger
happy.

Look there, boss,
to the right.

There's a bay,
do you see it?

It looks sheltered.

I think we could put
stores ashore there.

No, no, not yet.

If we land here,
it'll put an extra 200 miles

on the sledging journey.

It's just there's
a spur coming up

that'll force us
away from the coast.

Temperature's good.

We've got another month,
possibly two, of summer to go

and clear water ahead of us.

Let's not give up now, Skipper.

Aye, boss.

Keep her steady, Tom!

They're pulling
away from me.

Get Wuzzels to go with them,
I just need one more shot.

Skipper.

I know, he wants one more shot.

Hold your speed, Tom.

Leave it, old man,
we're working.

Listen.

What is it?

McILROY:
Looks like porridge.

Well, she's holding her speed.

It's just slush.

Is it me, or is it
getting colder?

I'm on full power, but we're
only making three knots.

It's costing us
a lot of coal.

What can they see
up top?

Lookout says
no clear water,

but there's some low
cloud on the port bow.

That could indicate
the channel.

Hold your course.

Aye, boss.

Look at that one there.

Tom, get those gentlemen
down on the deck

with nothing better to
do to start bagging coal.

We need to be
ready for landing.

Include the colonel in the
party, if you don't mind.

It'd be a pleasure, boss.

Mr. Orde-Lees!

Yes?

The boss has a job
for you at last.

Is it my
imagination,

or are we getting further away from land

rather
than closer?

There are grounded
bergs ahead.

The ice is being
stacked against them.

He's trying to get
around them,

but my money says we'll
be back in South Georgia

eating sausages
in two weeks.

Then why does he want us

to bag the bally coal?

Keeps the mind occupied.

The pack ice is
solid up ahead.

We could go
further north,

but the temperature's
dropping all the time

and I don't want to go
any further than I have to.

It's costing us a lot
of coal at the moment.

We'll cut the engines.

We'll anchor to the floe

and wait for it
to open up.

We should conserve the fuel

in case we need to get
back to South Georgia.

Aye, aye, boss.

What did I tell you?

He's cut the engines.

I smell wild sausages.

Could I eat it?

You'd have to be
very hungry.

Fourteen.

It's animal.

It's female.

You've never seen it.

It doesn't live
in the Antarctic.

It can't talk, and
you would only eat it

if you were starving.

And it's hairy.

Can you stroke it?

Hmm...

yes.

Fifteen.

We should turn round
and go home.

Join up.

Do something useful.

I don't know.

The war might be over by now.

Well, I hope the
Russians got the Kaiser.

Knowing that lot,

they probably set him up
in a palace

and gave the bastard
a pension.

Still makes no sense

being stuck out
here, does it?

But it is a body part?

Yes.

Head.

Warm, but no- eighteen.

Hairy body part?
It has to be a chin.

No, that's too obvious.

Eyebrow.

Yes.

Ah, ah, ah, ah-
but whose?

What do you
mean, "whose?"

Well, I'm thinking
of a specific one.

A specific eyebrow?

Don't be ridiculous.

Mary Lloyd.

Right sex,
wrong woman.

Twenty- I win.

How are we supposed
to guess whose eyebrow?

It belongs to a girl
called Noreen, actually.

And who the damned
hell is she?

First girl I ever kissed.

So we're supposed
to get the eyebrow

of the first girl
you ever kissed?

Well, I was hoping
you'd narrow it down

to thelefteyebrow.

Now then, boys!

Thought it was supposed
to be getting warmer.

Maybe this
iswarmer.

Had a pee
this morning-

froze as it
hit the ground.

Hard to believe.

It's true.

Look at that.

Frozen dog urine.

What are you
looking at?

Watch out, old boy-
the deck's icing up.

Really?

You amaze me.

Well, at least someone's
happy we're stuck.

You think we are stuck?

We're stuck until
we're unstuck.

Pull!

Bring it up.

Come on, that's it.

Keep it steady.

Keep coming.

All right, hold it there.

It was incredible.

Don't know how far I could see-

at least 20 miles
in every direction.

Everything white.

Except for the crooked
shadow of our ship

stuck like a matchstick
in a giant's wedding cake.

Down here, we feel
like we're something-

a force moving
through the landscape.

Up there... you
realize we're nothing.

A speck.

A spot in the wilderness.

Boss wants everyone
on deck immediately.

There's water
about 200 yards ahead.

The whole floe
may be breaking up.

We've had a sighting

of open water
about 200 yards ahead.

We need to cut
a channel through.

Skipper, you take the bridge.

The engine's are
being fired up.

I'll take charge
on the ice.

Every man,
get themselves an implement.

Let's get moving.

Spread out.

Give yourselves room.

Reverse engines and prepare
for full-ahead ram.

Full ahead, full ahead!

Frankie...

This ice could be
over six foot thick.

We're not going to make it
with picks and shovels.

We have to try and
break her out somehow.

I know.

Port!

Starboard!

Port!

Starboard!

Port!

Starboard!

Port!

All right,
take a break, everybody.

We'll give the bows one more go
in five minutes.

One, two, three,
four, five!

Two, three, four!

One, two, three,
four five!

Two, three, four!

One, two,

three, four, five!

Two, three, four!

One, two, three,
four, five!

Two, three, four!

One, two, three,
four, five!

Two, three, four!

One, two, three,
four, five!

Frank!

That's enough.

You all right?

Yes, Frank, I'm all right.

I've always loved the dark.

Ever since
I was a child.

Bedtime stories,
midnight feasts.

Dreams.

Somehow in the dark, it's easier
to remember what you want to be.

I'm afraid we're all going to
have to learn to love it now.

Well, Mr. Hurley's
been working on that.

The boys would like you
to take a look.

Yes, of course.

I've made the decision
about who will come with me

on the crossing
of the continent.

It goes without saying that I'd
like you to be one of them.

I would be honored.

I'm going to stop
the pretense

that we're going to be out
of here before summer.

It won't be easy, but I
want the men to concentrate

on the preparations for
the land journey ahead.

I'd like you
to take charge of that.

Yes, boss.

I have accepted the fact

that we are unlikely to
escape the ice this winter.

I therefore propose
that we cease to operate

as a ship's company

and become
a winter base station.

Skipper.

There'll be
no more watches,

simply night watchmen
to look after the stoves

as we will be standing down the boilers

to preserve fuel.

This delay will not
alter our plans.

We will use this extra time
to prepare ourselves more fully.

I've therefore decided to name

the party who will
make the final journey

with me across the pole.

Frank.

Each man selected must choose
and train his own dogs

in preparation for this
historic journey.

This will be our business
in the coming weeks.

I propose to take five men-

Frank Wild,

Tom Crean, Mack...

Putty,

and I suppose just in case
the paint freezes,

we'll need a photograph
to prove we've done it,

so we'll have to take
you, Mr. Hurley.

Now, was there something
that you wanted me to see?

Yes, boss...

if you care
to step outside.

Well, now, what have
you got for me?

Enlightenment,
boss, as ever.

Thank you, doc.

It's like Blackpool on
a Saturday night, isn't it?

Is there no end to your talents,
Mr. Hurley?

I am, as ever,
in your debt.

I appreciate the offer
to travel with you.

Well, I couldn't leave
you behind now, could I?

What the hell
was that?

A whale...

Underneath the ship,

looking for a hole
in the ice.

It thinks we're one.

Is it, buggery?

Did somebody speak?

No, sir...

but I was just thinking.

It didn't feel like a whale.

What's your analysis
then, McNeish?

It's the ice.

It's moving.

You can feel it through
the side of the ship.

Is that what you think?

Yes, sir.

Well, I think it's a whale.

Got a whiff of chef's dinner,
I suspect.

Perhaps, skipper, we should
make this party official.

Let's have an issue of grog
to all hands.

Yes, sir.

Tom.

Shh...

Lie still.

You'll only disturb
the bandages.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I...

I woke up
and I couldn't see.

No one can see
at the moment.

It's still dark.

What time is it?

It's just after 3:00.

Well, then, it won't be-

not completely dark.

If you look toward the east,
you'll see something.

Oh, I can smell it-

out walking
past an orchard.

What's your name?

Eleanor.

That's pretty.

Eleanor who?

Shackleton.

Like the explorer?

Yes, like the explorer.

Old man Hawkins knew him
himself.

Oh, it must be quiet there.

None of the artillery there.

No bloody sun either, right?

That's right.

Dark all day.

Dark all bloody day...

just like the rest of us.

Hello, someone in there?

Colonel?

Are you in there?

What the bloody hell are you
doing down here in the dark?

Trying to get
some sleep.

In the storeroom?

Good God, what is this,
Aladdin's cave?!

Listen to that.

It's the ice
starting to move.

You can feel it
underneath your feet,

like an ant standing
on the back of an elephant.

So... you reckon we'll be
out of here soon, then, eh?

One way or another, yes.

Where do you get all this stuff?

I collect it.

Just things nobody wants;

things that might come
in useful one day.

Bent nails?

I use them for cleaning
the tins.

Oh, I see, the tins?

Well, you're as mad as hatter,
aren't you, old dear?

I don't think so, sir.

I think I'm rather sensible.

Ready?

Very still.

And... now!

Of course everybody in the
office knows my real name,

but they're too polite
to show it.

Whenever there's any Arctic news
in the paper,

they leave the page open
casually for me

and then watch.

There's a lot of giggling
amongst the younger secretaries.

We're celebrity
of a kind, I suppose.

Anyway, how's school?

Is there any room for art
in this sea of cocky?

Well, I finished
at the Guild Hall.

So, darling, you're
an actress at last.

Don't make fun of me-
Igot a job.

Oh, God, don't tell me-
you're going to drive a train?

No.

I answered an advertisement
inThe Era.

I'm going to be
in a play

at the Empire Theatre
in Penge

from August 5.

Penge in August?

You out of your mind?

I have to start somewhere.

I can't go on saying
I want something

and not doing anything about it.

Your brother at least
taught me that.

Well, consider me rebuked.

But Penge?

I thought it was still
bearbaiting and lewd dancing.

I'd no idea they went
to the theater.

Well, they do...

for 15 minutes, anyway.

It's a one-act play.

Fifteen minutes?

My dear, that's not theater,
it's music hall.

You're going to be doing a turn.

? 'Twas on the
good ship Hesperus?

? That sailed
the wintry sea?

? And the skipper had taken
his little daughter?

? To bear him company?

? Blue were her eyes
as the fairy-flax?

? Her cheeks
as the dawn of day?

? And her bosoms were
white as hawthorn buds...?

? That open
in the month of May.?

The unmistakable sound of the
English enjoying themselves.

What is it?

Rum- have some.

I wouldn't normally,
you know.

My mum doesn't approve.

I suppose Midwinter's Day
is special.

Dear beloved.

As your pastor,
the Reverend Bubbling Love

I would like to welcome you
personally...

to the Midwinter's Day festivity

and in particular to our
chairman of our parish council,

Sir Interesting Shockleton.

I don't even know
if she knows I'm here.

I wrote, like,
from Buenos Aires,

but... with the war
and all that,

I... I don't know
whether it'll get to her.

Maybe it's better
if she thinks

you're back there with
those South American girls.

I don't think she'd
like that, actually...

the girls, I mean.

I hope she did get
the letter.

I wouldn't like her
not knowing.

Bloody hell!

Come and take a look
at this, boys.

You've got to see it.

Gentlemen.

My name is...

Lola.

I come from...

Espana.

Where the sun...

shines.

Look at this!

You come to me,
lassie!

Arriba! Ol?!

There he is.

Come on, then, sir,

give us a bloody encore.

If you insist, boatswain.

I think if the daylight
doesn't come back pretty soon

we're in trouble, Frankie.

Yes, boss.

Lady Shackleton,
if the landing was impossible

he would have returned to
South Georgia for the winter.

We must assume he's decided
to keep theEndurancewith him

which means we won't
hear anything

until the ice starts breaking up
around Christmas.

I feel that I have no
right to worry at all

when so many are receiving
such terrible news from France.

The public want to hear about
something other than war-

something that reminds them
what we're fighting for.

That's why I wanted
to explain

that we'll be running
some articles

from various experts

speculating on what may
be happening to your husband.

This is to keep
the public interested

so that when
we do get news,

they'll be ready for it.

I understand, Mr. Perris.

He wouldn't like
to be forgotten.

It's starting
to break up.

The temperature was

at first light this morning.

Right, let's get the dogs back on board.

If we get the chance, we must
be ready to sail immediately

before it falls again.

Which direction?

What?

Which direction?

Do we go on?

Or do we go back?

I'm not sure that the choice
will be ours to make.

But the Ross Sea party

should have started laying
their depots by now.

I think we could all do with
a little variety in our diet,

don't you, Frankie?

Yes, boss.

Besides, I could do
with the exercise.

Good, come on, then.

I'm starting a 24-hour watch

on the state of the ice,

relieved every hour,

and no one is to leave the ship
without permission.

Is that understood?

Chippy, I want a proper
wheelhouse built

for the steersman.

If we do get into open water,
it's going to be pretty cold.

You can use the wood
from the shore hut.

Yes, boss.

Colonel, 72 days' rations

for every man packed
on the sledges

and ready on deck from tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

You did say you wanted
the rations

on the sledges.

I did.

We must face
the possibility

that our ship
could be damaged

or even destroyed.

If that happens, we'll have
to take our chances on the ice.

But don't worry.

The weather is on our side.

The summer is on its way.

We'll get out of here under our
own steam, I'm sure of it.

Let's make a start.

Thank you.

MAN ... with the sun
circling round the sky

day after day without setting,

the Stars and Stripes
were planted

and the record left
with a piece of the flag.

Go back over
that bit again

where they talked
about the tracker.

No, I want to hear
what he says next.

What's so funny?

Peary talking about
reaching the North Pole.

Yes?

The boss doesn't
think he did.

Here, in the midst
of great fields of heavy ice

covering an ocean two miles
or more in depth...

...two miles or more in depth...

with the sun circling
round the sky

day after day without setting,

the Stars and Stripes
were planted

and the record left...

What's going on?

The ice is shifting.

Can she take it?

Nah, she's built wrong.

Should've had caulk on the hull
so the pressure forces her up.

She's not rising.

It's got a grip on her.

Melt again
in the morning-

be back to normal.

Glad you think
this is normal.

Where's the skipper?

He's already
down there.

The damage's
on the port bow.

It's hard to say
how bad it is.

Are the pumps working?

The iron pumps
are frozen.

We're doing what we can
with the bilges

but it's no good
against this.

She's whole
beneath the water.

What do you think?

We've no access
to the hole.

Best I can do
is to seal it off.

A coffer dam?

Yes, sir.

Right, take
what you need.

Lay the trestles flat.

There we are.

Ready?

As we'll ever be.

Go careful now.

Don't worry.

I always wanted to work
in the circus.

How are they doing
at the pumps, Skipper?

We're working
three-hour shifts-

We'll keep it up
through the night.

I'll take a turn
after dinner.

Where's the prince?

With Chippy
building the dam.

Dinner is served.

Have you done this before?

Only once.

Will it hold?

If the ice
doesn't shift it.

I can make it waterproof,
but not ice-proof.

We can't hold out
against this.

We've had the pumps
going for 48 hours,

and the water's
still rising.

The men can't take it
much longer.

I know.

I wanted to stay off the
ice as long as possible.

They're not going
to find it easy.

Well, it'll cheer
the dogs up anyway.

All right, let's start getting the equipment off
- and the dogs.

We'll take a decision about
where to sleep tonight later.

Gently does it,
Frankie.

Right.

Have you done
a tent allocation?

Yes.

Better put Mr. Hurley with me...

where I can keep an eye on him.

Over there.

Secure it next to
the other cutter.

And then we'll
go back for the last.

Suddenly makes our
freezing little cabin

seem rather warm
and solid, doesn't it?

Are we sleeping
here tonight?

Dinner's on board.

That's all I know.

Skipper, I think we should
collect our last bits and pieces

when we've finished dinner.

Yes, boss.

Everyone please make sure
you bring your diaries.

Boss.

Anyone not want
their bannock?

Sorry, I...

Carry on, colonel.

Eat while you can.

For tomorrow we diet.

Ah, but what time
do we die at?

Sorry.

I was just...

Not much point in
washing up, is there?

I never leave a
dirty plate behind me.

We must leave it
spic-and-span.

Besides, we never
know when

we might
be coming back.

Boss?

Yes?

Shall I give the order
to abandon?

How are the men?

Ready.

I think they're
relieved in a way.

You know what he said to me
when he gave me this?

The King?

"Make sure you bring it back. "

Those were his words.

I think we should do
what we were ordered to

and take it home, don't you?

Well, don't
just stand there.

Give the order.

Go on.

Yes, boss.

Abandon ship!

Get going, boys,
it's time to get off.

We've been working
at the pumps.

I'll just
get my jacket.

There's no time!

The boss said come
back for it later!

Come on!

That's everyone, boss.

After you, then, Frank.

I want to run
the end setup.

No surrender.

Right.

But we shouldn't
be too long.

She's very restless.

Come on!

Well, Orde-Lees.

Looks like we got
in the nick, this time.

I don't know, sir.

At least it'll make
your book more exciting.

You think so?

Well, maybe you're
right at that.

Thank you for your efforts
today, gentlemen.

I know you're all very tired,
so I'll be brief.

We have 18 sleeping bags

which means that ten of us
will have to use blankets.

Each man please take a match.

Those that choose
the shortest ones get a blanket.

And I seem to have
earned myself a blanket.

Frank will you give you
the tent allocations.

Get some rest, everyone.

Well... there's a first time
for everything.

Tent number one:

The boss,

Mr. Hudson, Mr. James
and Mr. Hurley.

You all right, skipper?

Look, there's
a light still on.

Emergency light,
skipper.

Battery's come on.

It's like a heartbeat.

As though she was telling us
she was still alive.

I could see what he was up to.

But I was too
clever for him.

I took the other match.

Almost as clever
as the rest of us.

What do you mean?

Well, have a look
around you, mate.

We've all got
sleeping bags, don't we?

I hope Mrs. Chippy's
house trained.

Ah, she's just frightened
like the rest of us.

We'll never survive
in small boats.

It's been done before.

McNEISH:
Not with 28 of us.

And what's the point in
scrambling across the bloody ice

if it's going to melt
in a few weeks anyway?

Did you
sleep at all?

I had the choice
of thinking lying down

or thinking standing up.

Standing up
seemed more useful.

How is she?

Well, she sunk a little lower,

but she seems steady
at the moment.

Still a lot of things
we could salvage.

The longer we stay still,
the harder it'll be.

Half of these men have never
traveled on snow before.

Come on.

Room service.

There you go, Frank.

Rise and shine!

It's a beautiful morning
out there!

Guests wishing
to have their shoes shined,

please be so kind
as to leave them at the door.

Something hot?

Chippy, we need to get
some sort of a runner

fitted to the cutters
so we can drag them.

You think you could
get that organized today?

Aye.

When I've had some breakfast,
I dare say I'll manage it.

And keep her away from the dogs.

They'll tear her to pieces
if they get loose.

Aye.

We know that, don't we, darling?

McNEISH:
Steady.

Down.

Step right up, gentlemen!

A one-day sale
featuring brand new Burberry's,

warm and dry!

The latest fashions
in men's undergarments.

Must be sold today,

we're going out
of business tomorrow.

Don't be shy now, gentlemen,

step right up
and help yourselves.

It's going to be
bloody hard

pulling a boat
over this stuff

if we can't even get
a sled through.

There's no alternative.

If we stay still,
we'll starve or go crazy.

You don't think
we should wait?

They'll float the cutters
when the pack breaks up.

This pack
is drifting north.

If we wait for it
to break up-

if it does break up-

we may find ourselves

in the middle
of the south Atlantic.

How much chance do you
think we stand there

in open boats
with 28 men and no food?

Our ship and our stores
have gone,

so I think it's time
we went home.

After the excitements
of yesterday

I'm sure we'd all
rather sleep on land,

dry or otherwise,

so I intend to make
for the nearest.

Here, now look.

Robertson Island.

Now, we'll establish
a base there,

then I'll take
a smaller party

across here,
Graham Land

to Wilhelmina Bay.

Now, whalers from
Deception Island use this

and it's our shortest
route to rescue.

Right.

Everything we need

must be carried on the sledges.

I'm therefore allowing each man

only two pounds' weight
of personal possessions.

That includes your diaries,
your shaving kit,

your eating utensils.

Everything else must go.

I mean everything.

It's of no use to us now.

We can carry nothing
except what keeps us alive.

And that includes animals,
I'm afraid.

I'm sorry, Chippy,
no pets.

This is the Bible,
presented to us

by Her Majesty Queen Alexandra.

I'm keeping three pages.

This is one of them.

"Yea, though I walk through the
valley of the shadow of death

I will fear no evil,
for Thou art with me... "

Let's get on with it, boys.

Are they with you?

Yes, boss.

Well done, boys.

It's five minutes to 3:00,
so we're ahead of ourselves.

We haven't even begun.

It's McNeish, sir.

Thank you, Frank.

She won't stand
a chance out there.

The dogs will
tear her to pieces,

and you know it.

Let me take her.

She's a bloody he.

I'll take her myself,
if you don't mind.

My job now
is to make sure you all live-

every single one of you.

To do that, I cannot afford
to be sentimental.

If I am, you will die.

Die frozen, die starving,
die mad.

I've seen it before.

I do not intend to see it again.

Now, it's been
brought to my attention

that one or two people here

may have picked up items
discarded by others yesterday.

Don't look so worried,
boatswain.

I have a confession to make.

I am one of those guilty people.

I've picked up a book
in the snow this morning.

A poetry book- Robert Browning.

I'm reminded of a line
from a poem of his

called "Prospice. "

"For sudden the worst
turns the best to the brave. "

Let's make this our best,
shall we?

Robertson Island!

Robertson Island!

Five miles a day!

Five miles a day!

Right there, you are.

Can I have the next?

Hudson and Macklin have already
scouted this floe.

They reckon
it's over a mile square.

Well, that should give us
some stability.

Five miles a day
is obviously impossible,

so we have two alternatives.

Travel slow and risk
running out of food,

or we stay here, wait
for the weather to get warmer,

try to get out by boat.

I think we could get

some more supplies off the ship

before she disappears
completely.

That way we could preserve
the sledding rations.

Good idea.

Skipper?

I think we should stay here
and see what happens.

Very well.

Tell the men we're going to stay
here for now,

but I don't want
anybody digging in.

We have to be ready
to move at any time.

Frank, you take who you want.

Get back to the ship
in the morning.

No heroics.

Yes, boss.

I've got it.

Marzipan.

That does it,
I've gotten hungry now.

Walnuts.

Another weight
off me mind.

Keep going!

We're in
the right place.

There's more there,
I'm sure of it.

I've got no oven, so don't
go expecting any bread.

It's hot, and that's the best
thing I can say about it.

Go on, chef,
let's have it then.

Oh, God, she's
bloody useless!

Now the bloody bottom's
burned out!

How can I bloody cook without
a bloody pot to cook in?

Charlie, where
are you going?

I'm bloody going home.

This is bloody stupid!

I've had enough.

Look, this must be
dump camp.

What?

All our stuff.

It's all here somewhere.

Hundreds of pounds of it,
just thrown away-

such a ruddy waste.

You won't find
anything now.

Ice melts, everything
sinks, ice freezes,

it's gone-
simple as that.

Someone's had a go. Look.

Could be penguins.

Penguins looking for gold
sovereigns, I presume.

that bicycle.

A Rudge-Whitworth- I won't
find one like it again.

Come on.

What are you doing?

Looking for my film.

It's down there, underwater.

The cans are sealed,
so the water can't get at it

but I can't reach.

If you two blokes were to hold
my legs, I think I could.

You're crazy.

You'll freeze to death
if you go under there,

if you don't drown first.

Can't reach far enough
on my own.

I'm not going without them.

Pull!

There's another one.

She's on the move.

Just don't worry,
I'll be quick.

Where's he gone?

I don't bloody know.

Get him out. Come on!

Pull!

Let's get his
circulation going.

She's going!

Let's get him out.

All right. Just get
the bloody film.

Take the cans.

Frank, we can't carry
any more weight.

I'm not leaving
them behind.

I have 28 lives
to consider.

So have I!

And one year of each of those

What's the point of our survival

if there's no record
of what's happened,

and if we don't make it,

then this will be all the life
that's left of us.

Without these,
we've done nothing...

except get lost like a bunch of
schoolgirls on a nature ramble.

How many are there?

Well, perhaps we
could take a box.

Not enough.

the selection.

the selection together. Deal?

Deal?

Deal.

Penguins, two,
regarding cameraman

with amorous expression.

No more penguins.

View of South Georgia,
slightly out of focus,

sea captain in foreground.

No, certainly not-
doesn't do him justice.

Close shot- mad storekeeper
in silly hat.

Staring at camera
with glazed expression.

No, too depressing.

Oh, wait, we have an obligation
to his mother.

We'll keep it.

Cantankerous old man standing
on prow of ship.

Oh, you're right,
he does look miserable...

and old.

Cancel that career
as a Hollywood photographer.

Put it in the public-
have-a-right-to-know box.

When did you take this?

First day we played football
on the ice.

I never thought of her
as beautiful-

always seemed dumpy, somehow;
heavy around the waist.

Well, she's what I see now.

First, I would like to pay
tribute to Chippy McNeish,

whose hard work has contrived

to give us a safer
and more seaworthy way home.

Well done.

I would like to christen them
today after three people

without whose help we would
not be where we are today.

TheStancomb-Wills
after my dear friend,

Miss Janet Stancomb-Wills,
captained by Mr. Hudson.

TheDudley Docker,under
the command of Captain Worsley.

And theJames Cairn,
which I will myself command.

No champagne, I'm afraid.

She's going, boys.

It's as though
she never existed.

Nothing.

Not even a dent
in the bloody ice,

yet she was right here.

"Out of whose womb came the ice,

"And the hoary frost of heaven,
who hath gendered it?

"The waters are hid
as with stone,

And the face of the deep
is frozen. "

Thank you for saving
the pictures.

You were right.

Without them, we'd
just be left with words...

and they're not always enough.

You start a fire
here at the bottom

using a little wood and petrol
to get it going.

Then you place the main blubber
container on top of that.

This is heated by the fire,
the blubber starts to boil,

spilling back into the fire

increasing the intensity
of the heat.

And the smoke.

All we need now is something
to bloody cook on it.

Yes.
Well done, Frank.

Hudson!

Distract her,
for God's sake.

Not like that.

Pretend to be a seal.

Well, that didn't work.

It just disappeared.

That's because you
were waving your arms.

Seals don't have arms.

The don't wear
silly hats, either.

You told me to distract it,
not to impersonate it.

Look, there's another one.

Right there.

Cheetham.

Whose is this?

Vincent.

Whose is this?

Bakewell.

Whose is this?

McNeish.

Whose is this?

Blackborow.

Whose is this?

It's a trick, isn't it?

What is?

How you call them out?

What are you
talking about?

When you say, "Whose is this?",
it means it's a small portion,

and when you say, "Whose
isthis?"it's a big one.

Don't be ridiculous.

Oh, you don't care, do you?

You're the storeman.

You can have what you like.

How dare you say that?

Shut up, Colonel!

Blackborow.

Skipper.

You can choose
the names tomorrow.

Me, sir?

Now let's get
some sleep.

Maybe it's the other way around.

The ice is getting less stable.

I think we should get closer
to the sea while we still can.

We're organized.

We could average two,

maybe three miles a day.

We'll never manage
all three boats.

We'll have to walk in
relays to move two as it is.

Do you think 28 men can
make it in two boats?

Yes, I do.

If there's no alternative,
they'll have to.

We'll strike camp
tomorrow.

The men were
looking forward

to celebrating Christmas,
boss.

Then we make tomorrow Christmas.

I don't want to stay
here any longer.

It isn't safe.

Now, we'll have
a feast tomorrow,

and everything that's not going
on the sledges can be eaten.

?... Merry, gentlemen,
let nothing you dismay?

? For Jesus Christ our Savior
was born on Christmas Day?

? To save us all from Satan's
power when we were gone astray?

? O tidings of comfort and joy,
comfort and joy?

? O tidings of comfort
and joy.?

McNEISH: It's ripping into the hulls.

They'll not take
much more of it.

What's he going to do
if we lose the cutter?

We'll not get everybody
in as it is.

Go to sleep, old man.

Go and look
at the hulls.

I'm not joking.

Ah, you're all too bloody
terrified of him.

That's enough!

It's suicide.

You can't fit 28 men
in two tiny boats.

We're barely making 600 yards
an hour as it is.

Another boat would kill us.

We should have stayed
where we were,

waited for the ice
to break up.

And if it didn't?

What then?

He knows what he's doing.

No, he doesn't.

None of them know
what they're doing.

Good evening, hoop tent.

Evening, boss.

Boss.

Well done today.

I know it was hard,
but thank you.

Skipper says
we're going to have

some better
weather tomorrow,

so get some rest.

Yes, sir.

Sir.

Carry on, then.

Do you think he heard?

Doesn't bloody listen.

How are they?

Tired, pretty fed up.

I think we all feel
much the same.

Wasn't much of a day.

What'd we do, Buddha-
two miles?

Mile and a half, I reckon.

Well, let's hope
we do better tomorrow.

Don't let it come down on you.

To the side.

Hold the back.

Pull.

Hold it at the back.

Let it go, let it go.

Push.

Push astern.

Whoa, whoa, it's caught.

It's caught in the ice.

And... strain.

Take it straight!

Ah, this is bloody stupid!

She's being torn apart.

Come on, keep at it,
we can get through this!

I'm not doing it,
it's stupid.

Look at the hull.

You're supposed to be
captain of this cutter

and you're tearing
her apart.

He's right.

We can't leave it here,
we have to go on.

We can inspect any damage
when we make camp.

Now get back to your position.

Bring her around!

No.

That's an order.

From who?

From your captain.

Captain of what?

You've no ship.

We've no ship.

So we're no longer
under ship's articles.

And therefore we're
under no compulsion

to do anything
that's bloody stupid.

And for your information,

we're not being
paid, either.

Get back to your positions,
all of you.

We'll not be paid from the day she sank.

No ship, no pay.

Every sailor
knows that.

"No ship, no pay"?

I've never heard that before.

Well, get yourself a copy

of ship's articles, admiral.

What is going on here?

McNish here feels that
there are certain...

Get these men back
to work, Captain.

There's a base up ahead,

Charlie's setting up
a tent.

Now, move, and that's an order.

You've no authority.

Don't talk to me about
authority.

Who gave you the authority to
have 20 men standing still here

freezing?

Who gave you the authority
to risk their lives

while you discuss
what you think?

You want to know why they're
doing what they're doing?

Because I told them to.

If you think that's wrong,
then you come me.

The cutter's been
torn apart.

I don't care about
the bloody cutters!

I care about the bloody men!

Their lives- that's what
I'm responsible for!

McNISH:
Well, I'm responsible

for my life, now,

and that means
I don't have to accept

what some bastard who plants
flags in snow for a living

thinks I should do.

We haven't got a ship,
we haven't got a contract.

We don't have to do
what you say.

I am the leader
of this expedition

and your contract is with me,
not the bloody ship.

Now, you do what I say
and I will keep you alive-

and Iwillkeep you alive.

But if you threaten
my expedition,

the lives of my men...

if you become the danger,

then I will have no hesitation
in having you shot.

McNISH:
Aye.

Well, we know how much
you like that.

Get back to your place, McNish.

And you, Vincent.

There's no other way.

Don't think for one second

that I would hesitate
to use this.

Give him a hand behind,
will you, Mac?

Right, let's get this boat
moving, shall we?

There's a base
half a mile ahead.

If we all pull together we can
be there in a couple of hours.

Come on!

As some of you
may know,

Chippy and I had the opportunity
of a... few moments' discussion

about your contract
of employment.

There seemed
to be some confusion,

which I would like
to straighten out.

I have here a copy
of the contract

which you have all signed,

and I shall read
a part of it

for the benefit of those who
seem not to have bothered.

"All members of the crew,
without exception,

"are to have
interchangeable duties

"and to perform any duty
onboard, in the boats

or on the shore as directed
by the master or owner. "

That means, gentlemen,

that you're under my command
until I release you,

which will not be until
we have reached the home port.

It also means that you
will be paid until that time

with or without
the ship.

Any questions?

McNish?

No.

Sir.

Very good.

Well, then.

If Charlie's ready for us,

I think a little dinner is in order.

Thank you.

Is he all right,
do you think?

No, I don't think he is.

But he won't let
anyone see it.

Leave him to me.

What could he
have hoped to achieve

by confronting me
like that?

Is he mad?

They're tired.

It's hard...

Grubs up, Captain.

Should I tell the boss?

No, leave him be.

He's coming.

But they've no
experience at this.

Well, who does,
for God's sake?

They think I'm doing this
for my own enjoyment?

Our supplies are low,
our morale is low,

if we don't move
we'll die.

I know.

But some of them
are starting to think

that we're going
to die anyway,

so what's the point
in moving.

Who said that?

Which of them said that?

No one's saying it yet.

It's what they're
starting to think.

They're not going to die.

I will not let them die.

Do you understand?

I will not let them
bloody die.

We just didn't think

that theEndurance
would be away for so long.

We have an obligation to pay
the crew's families,

but we expected the ship to be back in
South America by November at the latest.

When do you run out
of funds?

Next month.

What about the Royal
Geographical Society?

We only took half of the thousand
pounds that they offered us.

Unfortunately, we promised not
to ask for the other half...

in writing.

Well, tell them that we've
changed our minds.

These are families with children
and they are our responsibility.

And I know that my husband
wouldn't allow them to suffer.

Even �500, Lady Shackleton,
would only last four months.

If we don't have news
very soon

it means that they're
in trouble, doesn't it?

I'm afraid it does.

Well, perhaps the Royal
Geographical Society

should start to worry
about that, too.

The dogs won't make it across
this, let alone the boats.

It's breaking up fast.

We'll be on the water
soon enough.

Perhaps we should
just wait.

You noticed
anything unusual?

No wildlife.

Nothing for three days.

We've about two day's
supply of meat left.

We can't take the dogs with us
when we're in the boats.

If we can't get any further
we should get rid of them.

That should help us conserve
our meat supply at least.

Let's get back.

Boss.

What about theStancomb-Wills?

What about it?

I could take a team
and go back for it.

We haven't come that far,
could be our last chance.

We might be able to pick up
some food as well.

The ice is too dangerous.

I'm not risking any lives.

Find a way or make one.

What?

Something my father once said
to me, "Find a way or make one. "

I think we could do it.

If it's impossible,
we abandon it;

we're no worse off.

Push it...

Hold it there!

All right.

And she's going, lads,
she's going.

All hands! All hands!

Why have we stopped?

It's the boss.

Boss's idea.

Thought you gentlemen
might like a little refreshment.

What is it?

Don't you be rude, now.

It's as fine a cup of tea
as you'll ever taste.

Get it down you.

Thank you.

Well done.

You're looking a little
overloaded, boatswain.

It's our Christmas
dinner, boss.

Bakewell and me left
most of ours behind.

Did you now?

Well, you'll make number three
tent happy tonight, won't you?

Yes, boss.

Thank you, boss.

You're not going to let him get
away with that, are you? Sir?

Relax, colonel.

But that's
a personal supply.

Well, didn't you
bring anything?

No, because you said
that we shouldn't.

Well... perhaps
you should have.

Doesn't seem right

after all the work they've done
to get us here.

McNISH: Ah, you're wasting your breath.

That bastard
doesn't care.

If those old ladies
back in England

who gave him all the money

knew he was out here
shooting dogs,

they'd shoot him.

Aye.

Well, maybe they'll
find us a cure.

Come on, boy.

McNISH:
Incredible.

Best thing I've ever eaten.

Who's that?

Uh, it's Nelson.

Well, turn him over,
he's getting burnt.

He doesn't deserve that.

Don't mix them up.

I want to know
who I'm eating.

What?

It's not the eating, it's
the liking I object to.

The Chinese consider
it a delicacy.

Exactly.

Don't all look at me.

It's not my fault.

It's not you.

Can you feel anything?

The ice
- I felt a swell, I'm sure of it.

You're right,
it's moving.

We're back
at sea again, boys.

What can you see?

I can see something, but
it's hard to tell what it is.

What do you
think it is?

I think it's land.

According to your reckoning
this morning, we're here.

You were looking
northwest to here.

It's either Clarence Island
or Elephant Island.

I think it's
Elephant Island.

How far is that?

I'd say
two days' sailing.

Are all the boats packed
and ready to launch?

I feel like
a captain again.

What do you mean?

Well, this floe is about
as big as theEndurance.

Pull up some canvas,
I could sail her out of here.

You can start plotting
your course, sir.

She wouldn't last ten minutes.

She won't last more than a day
or two as it is.

Watchman, are you alert?!

Yes, boss.

She's starting to split.

Crack! Crack!

Get out, boys, get out!

Jesus Christ!

Man in the water!

Come on!

Give us some help!

Come on!

Come on!

Get him up.

You all right, man?

I lost my bleeding
out there!

I'm really sorry about that,
Holness, really sorry.

I'm not sleeping on a silly
iceberg again, that's for sure!

Everyone's clear.

We're out of the pack!

Well, thank God for that.

I didn't think
we stood a chance.

Who says we do?

We've been very lucky.

Head for theDocker.

We need the skipper
to take a sighting

while we still have the sun.

Well, how much closer
are we now?

We're no closer.

We're further away.

That's impossible!

No, no, it means that the ice
has been moving away from us,

not us moving away from it.

What's our course?

Nor'- nor'east.

Then we row.

Come on.

Jesus!

They don't know where we are
or where we're going.

Save your strength.

JOURNALIST The expedition is
without the funds for a relief party.

And the money left
by Sir Ernest Shackleton

to pay the dependents
of the men serving

is almost exhausted.

Unless theEndurancereaches
port within the next few days,

we are advised that arrangements
should be at once commenced...

for the organization of a relief
expedition to the Weddell Sea. "

If you can't pull,
get away from the oars.

It's making it harder
for everyone else.

Give me the oar, Colonel.

Perce, give me a hand.

I can't, sir!

I can't move my feet.

Stamp them.

Keep stamping them.

I'll help.

Take that.

It's his back.

All right, take my oar.

I'll look after him.

Wills! All well?

Will'sall well, sir!

Docker!

Are you well?

Docker'swell!

We could do with
some clean underwear.

I have some at home.

Tell my wife I'm on the way.

Here, take these.

Wear them till your hands
come back.

I'm all right.

Don't be such a bloody fool!

Take the bloody things

or I'll throw them
in the sea!

Thank you.

Come on!

Let's pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

MAN The prime minister
has had the enclosed letter

asking him to receive
a deputation about the necessity

of sending a relief expedition
for Sir Ernest Shackleton.

This does not seem
to be a matter

in which the prime minister
should take initiative,

and I have ascertained that the
Admiralty would not take it up,

so I'm writing to ask
if you think

the Royal Geographical Society
would wish to act

and perhaps, to make
representation to the Treasury.

Yours sincerely, Marsh.

Good morning.

Morning.

Is it time for breakfast?

Must be.

What do you think?

Tea or coffee?

I never can decide.

Drives the wife crazy.

She always has to make both
every morning.

Hit me.

What?

Hit me!

What have you got
under there?

Nothing.

Are you hiding food?

His feet are completely gone.

Frostbite.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

Yes, thank you.

Where's theDocker?

I don't know.

I can only see
theWills.

If that bastard is lost,
I'll kill him.

Worsley!

Worsley!

Frank, what's that?

It's land.

The stupid bugger's got us
to Elephant Island

and lost himself.

Skipper...

Skipper!

Is he dead?

No, he's still breathing.

Any sign of the others?

No, sir, must have
drifted apart in the night.

I'll take theWillsin first.

She's the lightest.

Charlie, get
your stuff together.

I want you and Frank
to come with me.

Blackborow!

Here, sir!

No one's ever
landed

on Elephant Island before.

As the youngest of the party,

you'll be the first
to step ashore.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

I'll wake him up.

What the hell
are you doing?

You want him awake,
don't you?

Skipper, we're on course.

We're at the island.

Keep her away four degrees.

Go on!

Come on, Blackborow,
you're the first.

Come on, man.

Give me a hand.

Get up, man!

What's wrong
with his feet?

He hasn't got any,
I don't think- frostbite.

Come on, boy.

Well, Perce, you were
the first person

to sit down on
Elephant Island anyway.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, isn't it
beautiful?

It's the most beautiful
bloody beach I've ever seen.

Charlie!

Yes, boss!

Have you got
your stove?

Yes, boss.

I think a little lunch
is in order.

All right, boss.

I'll go and see
what I can find.

EMILY The delay in
hearing from my husband

must be due
to weather conditions.

In any case, theEndurance
is sure to be short of coal

and is probably drifting
with the ice or...

traveling under sail.

"There is no doubt, however,

"that a relief ship should be
got ready without delay

and leave here in August at
the latest for the Weddell Sea. "

Do you think that means
she knows something?

It means that Perris isn't getting
anywhere with the government,

and he's trying to create
some public sympathy.

Because he needs more money.

Because, otherwise, there
won't be a relief expedition.

There's a war on, darling.

Antarctic explorers in the snow
aren't exactly

the government's priority at the moment.

How's Buddha?

Still in pain.

Not much to give him.

Thanks.

He's done some damage
to his spine.

I think there may be
an abscess.

And his hands are
badly frostbitten.

Apparently, he had
no gloves yesterday.

Blackborow and Greenstreet
are more cheerful,

but their feet are pretty bad.

They won't be going
anywhere for a while.

I'm afraid we'll all have
to be on the move.

What?

This beach is
too dangerous.

Frank and I looked
at the high-water marks

on the cliff.

When this weather
picks up,

the whole bloody beach
will be underwater.

Can't we get further
ashore anywhere?

I'd a look around
as well.

I don't think so.

Don't look so gloomy.

We're on land, we're safe,
we have food, we have water.

We're alive.

We'll find
another beach.

After today, nothing will be
hard ever again.

Morning, boss.

Charlie.

Did you sleep?

Oh, bloody tent
blew down.

How about you?

No.

How long do you reckon

we're going
to stay here then?

Not too long, I hope.

How about we make a start
with breakfast?

Come on,
I'll give you a hand.

Right, boss.

Rise and shine,
gentlemen.

Do us a favor
and fuck off, boss.

We're dead in here.

Come on.

I brought you
some milk.

I lost me gloves
in the night.

For all I know,
I lost me soddin' hands.

I just want to sleep now.

Get up, you bastard!

You're on me foot.

I'm not on
your bleeding foot.

I don't even know
where it is.

I doubt you do either.

All right, boss, I'll
have some of that milk.

Careful, boss,
we're a little muddy.

You wouldn't think
we'd be that warm, but we are.

Mack, how's Hudson?

He's in a lot of pain.

He has a large abscess
on his behind.

There's nothing much I
can do about it, but...

I've washed out as much
of the salt as I can.

Have you seen Hussey?

No, I thought
he was fine.

He's taking it rather badly,
I'm afraid.

Here.

Thanks, boss.

Chippy.

I suppose there's no way

we can make theCaird
more seaworthy without wood.

Who says
we don't have wood?

What do you want to do?

Make her unsinkable.

Cover her over, you
mean, and make a deck?

Yes.

But I suppose that's impossible.

Who's the carpenter
around here, you or me?

He hasn't slept
for days.

We'll put him in my tent
as he's no use.

I'm going to take a small group
of men on theCaird

to go and get help.

I was hoping you'd agree
to be one of them.

I better make sure she's
watertight then, right?

I can only take six men with me,

and so far, every one of you
who can stand has volunteered.

Except me, sir.

I'm not much use
on the boat.

Not much use
on the bloody planet.

Settle down now.

We're 870 miles away

from the whaling station
at South Georgia.

If we're lucky with the weather,
we'll be there in 12 days,

pick up a ship,
back here in under a month,

couple of bottles of brandy,
a few cigarettes.

We could have ourselves
a pretty bloody good winter.

'Course if any of you wanted
to go home as well,

that could be arranged.

I know those who remain
will have the harder task.

If we should not
come back,

you'll have to think
of another plan.

I've asked Frank Wild

to take charge
of the party

and the Doctors Macklin
and Mcllroy to stay behind

to tend the men
who are sick.

They've kindly agreed.

Now, with me,
I'm taking the Skipper,

who, over the last
few days,

has proved to us he's the
finest navigator on earth;

Chippy McNeish, who will
start work immediately

on theJames Caird;

Seaman McCarthy
and Seaman Vincent,

who gave me such a valuable
lesson in charm this morning.

Tom, I'd like you
to be with me as well.

Yes, boss.

Now, I want to leave in four
days, so there's plenty to do.

I'm afraid Charlie Green
isn't too well.

The doctors have ordered
a complete rest,

so I will need to appoint
a temporary chef.

Hussey, I'd like you
to take charge.

I'm asking Frank Hurley
to assist you.

Yes, boss.

Thank you.

I'd like to have taken you
with me in theCaird.

You've chosen
a good team.

You're the expedition
photographer, Frank.

I think it right that you
stay with the expedition.

In some ways, youare
the expedition.

I don't know what are
chances are in theCaird.

Evens at best, I suspect.

If we die,
then what we've done

lies with you
and your pictures.

You are our story.

If I don't come back,

I want to make sure there's
someone there to tell it.

I've drawn up
this letter.

It gives you back
the rights

to all your pictures
and your films if I die.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

It's a trick, of course.

Sir?

I'm not intending to die.

Well... I suppose

that's the last
we'll see of them.

Fuck off, you shite.

Yes, master.

by my reckoning.

And all of it
like this.

This is
the easy part.

Let me give you
a hand.

Thanks.

Pass the pot,
will you?

Incredible.

So beautiful.

Imagine what people
would say in London

if one of them came
floating up the Thames.

They'd say, "If there's
an iceberg in London,

what the bloody hell

is happening in Scotland?"

It's a privilege to see
a master chef at work.

Whoa!

Cumberland sausage
with English mustard.

Um... macaroni cheese.

Pickled onion.

Venison pie.

Pork
and beans.

Hmm...

Scones with jam and cream.

Bread and butter pudding.

Roast potatoes.

Pig's trotters.

Marmalade pudding
and devonshire cream.

Dumpling.

What sort
of dumpling?

What do you think?

Bloody big sort
of dumpling.

Ready?

Up!

Starboard.

Pole 20, and 32 seconds.

McILROY:
I'm sorry, old man.

I have to have
a look at it.

Oh, it's very swollen.

Can you do
anything about it?

Although it's painful,

I don't think it's dangerous
at the moment.

Gently... Excuse me.

We need those pages.

Let's hope the wind holds.

This left foot isn't
healing properly

and I think the toes
are becoming gangrenous.

Do you want to amputate?

I don't think there's
any alternative.

Nothing to worry
about, young man.

No, sir... I wasn't.

Something's changed.

Can you feel it?

I know...

She's heavier.

I know what it is.

Ice.

When I put this
over your face,

I want you
to breathe deeply.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Ready?

Just hold that there,
would you, Frank?

Thank you.

McNEISH: There's lots
of damage to the deck.

We can't afford to let
any more water in.

Tom!

Bandages, please

and could you pass me
the mentholated spirits?

How much of that
stuff have you got?

Enough.

Enough for me to borrow some?

You're the boss.

? It's a lie,
a damned infernal lie?

? It's a lie?

? It's a lie, it's a lie,
it's a lie.?

? The lords that dwell
inside this place?

? lead very virtuous lives?

? Each one keeps a harem fair
of mermaids for his wives?

? Perhaps you don't believe me,
and at my words you've smiled?

? But I vow,
it's the gospel truth?

? just ask the bastard Wild?

? It's a lie,
a damned infernal lie?

? It's a lie?

? It's a lie, it's a lie,
it's a lie.?

The prime minister
wanted me to give this

to you personally.

What's this?

A committee.

A committee?

While the prime minister
does not consider the fate

of the trans-imperial
expedition

to be a government matter,

he nonetheless feels
a personal concern,

and therefore proposes

that a committee
of interested parties,

including representatives

of the board of trade
and the treasury

should meet and discuss
possible actions.

It's the middle of May.

If a ship is not crewed and
ready within eight weeks,

it won't be able to get through
the ice for another year,

by which time... we'll
be rescuing corpses.

Morning, boss.

Morning, skipper.

What's it like?

I think it's clearing for us.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is speaking?

Hello.

I'm sorry to call you.

This is...

I know who you are.

I know I shouldn't call.

I know that he'd be angry.

And me?

How would I be?

I- I-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have.

Say what you wish.

You want to know if he's alive.

Yes.

You want to know if he's
breathing somewhere,

or lying in some cold,
hard chamber,

where no one can ever touch him.

Does that upset you?

Don't you ever think about it?

Are you surprised that I have
dreams about where he might be?

Or do you think somehow I know,
because I've sat here before...

waiting with no news,
long after the deadline is dead.

I'm very sorry.

I shouldn't have called you.

It's easier to cry when you
have no child to watch you.

I have a child.

His name is Victor.

He's seven.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know that.

No.

You want to know if he's alive.

Yes.

He is alive.

Oh, thank you.

So where are we now?

We're on
South Georgia.

But unfortunately,
the whaling station

is on the other side
of the island,

and there's a mountain
in between.

You shouldn't
have been allowed

to read a compass
on your own.

You think that we
could sell these

to the public?

What?

Baby albatross.

To the
gastronomic class,

albatross
a la mode.

Could be worth
something.

Albatross
� la Shackleton

would have
more impact.

Or � la Worsley...
sounds more French.

With fresh cream,
of course.

What's that?

We have to decide
what to do.

I think it would
be difficult

to launch theCaird.

So do I.

I think we have
to cross by land.

Those who can't walk
can stay here.

We'll come back for them.

Well, boatswain's
very bad,

and I don't think Chippy
could cope on his own.

Then we'll leave them
with McCarthy.

There are two points
in the adventure of the diver:

one, when a beggar,
he prepares to plunge,

one, when a prince,
he rises with his pearl.

Have you ever climbed
a mountain?

No.

Nor me.

The albatross
will be pleased.

We can't get down here.

Let's try further along.

Well, so much for cutting steps.

Maybe we could get further
on our asses.

We don't know
what's ahead.

There could be a precipice.

Not according
to the map.

Not according to the map.

Shall we?

How far have
we got?

Thousand feet,
perhaps more.

My trousers
are ruined.

Just a short one.

Must sleep for a moment.

Come on, come on!

You've had half an hour!

What?

You've had half
an hour of sleep.

Gentlemen, I should
like to welcome you

to this inaugural meeting

of the Trans-Antarctic
Expedition Relief Committee.

Time... what time is it?

About 7:00.

Exactly.

What time is it exactly?

before 7:00.

Why?

Listen.

For what?

I have to do
something.

There may be
women here.

What?

Can't go around with my
trousers flapping open.

Can... can you
lend me a hand?

Keep still.

The manager's house.

Is this...

the manager's house?

Do you know me?

My name... is
Ernest Shackleton.

We have lost our ship

and come over the island.

Ernest Shackleton,
my friend.

I'm afraid that
we smell a little.

This is a whaling station;
we all smell a little.

We've been away
so long.

Tell us about the war.

When did it end?

The war?

The war, my friend,
is not over.

They've gone mad.

Europe has gone mad.

They've killed millions
and millions of people.

It's a war like...
no other war.

Who is winning?

Well, whoever is left alive in the end.

Won't you sit down,
please, please.

Thank you.

I need to borrow a ship;
my men need help.

I need to borrow a ship.

Just sit, please.

You're safe now,

and your men
will be safe now.

Do you have a camera?

We should take a picture.

Don't worry
about that.

Just rest.

Frank would want us to take
a picture, wouldn't he?

Where's Marston?

If he isn't here,
he doesn't eat.

Shh-shh. Shh.

MAN
Ship!

Ship!

At last!

Ship!

Are you all well?

All well, boss!

We are all well!

We areallwell!

It took four separate attempts
in different ships

before Sir Ernest Shackleton
finally reached Elephant Island

on August 30, 1916-

four months and six days after
he had left on theJames Caird.

The steam tugYelcho
was totally unsuitable

for such a rescue

but somehow the ice cleared
and she reached the beach.

Worried that she might
be trapped in the ice,

Shackleton
did not even step ashore.

The crew of theEndurancehad a
hero's welcome in Punta Arenas.

Shackleton wrote to his wife
that day.

"I've done it.

"Damn the admiralty.

"Not a life lost,
and we have been through hell.

"Soon I will be home.

Then I will rest. "

There was to be little rest.

Within three months,

most of the crew had found
their way to the front line.

Shackleton was to return
to the Antarctic

one final time, in 1922.

Eight of theEndurancecrew
sailed with him,

including Frank Wild, Worsley,

the two doctors-
Mcllroy and Macklin-

Hussey and his banjo,
and Charlie Green as the cook.

Shackleton died
of a heart attack

as the ship reached
South Georgia.

On his wife Emily's instruction

Shackleton did not return
to England,

but was buried in the cemetery
at the whaling station

at Grytviken.

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