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Have you decided
how candid we are to be?

My thought was to avoid
any mention of the creature.

In trying to warn good people,

we'd only excite foolish ones.

Can you imagine the bounty
the Admiralty would place

on a creature like ours?

Oh, I'd happily live in a world
with a few less foolish people in it.

Every whaling ship in Baffin Bay
would head this way...

led by grubbing captains,
but with good men in their crews.

We can't risk that.

Our creature, you say?

Whether we've earned him or not.

Well, you've decided it's a "he," then?

It is most definitely a "he."

Graham died that very day.

It's in the muscles.

I'm tired all the time,
no matter what the hour.

And I'm bleeding out of the sockets
of my teeth now.

Have you contended with it, ever?

No.

And now?

I can't be certain.

To think these few miles were an effort.

Do you know, after the war,

I asked permission to walk home
to London from Nanking,

through Tibet and Russia.

I wanted to try my hand
at being an overland spy.

I was the best walker in the Service.

I told Sir John Barrow that once
without blushing.

I was quick to want the world
rid of its fools an hour ago.

I forget sometimes how much
an exemplar I am among them.

That's not how I see you.

Francis, do you know how I was
appointed to this expedition?

I saved Sir John Barrow's son
from a scandal.

By chance, in Singapore.

I paid...

to have a very base matter settled

that would have blackened
the Barrows' name,

and the Admiralty's by association.

As soon as I returned to London,
I was promoted to commander.

When the Admiralty announced

there would be another attempt
at the Passage...

well, I only had to say the word.

That only makes you a man.

Does it?

What you describe
is a surplus of political luck.

Not a dearth of courage.

I am a fake, brother.

I challenge any biographer
to tally up your acts of valor

and then call you a fake.

Francis, a man like me...

will do amazing things to be seen.

My... My father...

My father was a ridiculous man.

Ruined himself with debts.

He was a consul general
in Brazil, and...

he and his wife would mix with
the wealthy Portuguese families

in exile there.

My mother...

was probably from one of those families.

I was never told more.

I was born out of an affair.

And my father's cousins
had to find people to raise me.

My name...

Even my name was made up,
for my baptism.

"James Fitzjames."

Like a bad pun.

I'm not even fully English.

I didn't know any of that.

I've never said it out loud before now.

I always felt I deserved more.

So I went to sea aged 12,

and I began to build myself a great...

gilded life...

that didn't humiliate me to live.

And so all of those stories

that you would have my biographer
tally as courage...

it's all vanity.

It always has been.

And we are at the end of vanity.

Then you are free.

Mine your courage
from a different lode now.

Friendship.

Brotherhood.

Are we brothers, Francis?

I would like that very much.

The Marines are running.

*THE TERROR*
Season 01 Episode 08

Episode Title : "Terror Camp Clear"

Attacked? For what reason?

Apparently, as they sighted
Lieutenant Irving and Mr. Farr,

they set upon them... with knives.

They were at the sled when we reached
the hill with Mr. Hickey,

who had alerted us.

How many Netsilik were killed?

Five.

Who shot them?

I shot two. Mr. Armitage, two.

Mr. Pocock, one.
One more escaped on foot.

And that's why
the Marines are preparing?

For a Netsilik retribution?

What evidence did you observe
when you arrived

that an attack on our men
had taken place?

I saw what they had done, sir.

When you first set eyes
on the Esquimaux,

were their weapons drawn?

Blood on their persons?

Sir, Lieutenant Irving
and Mr. Farr's bodies

were put through something
I can't even find English words for.

I didn't look for confirmation

of something that can only
have been done by savage men.

I ordered our counterattack.

They had Lieutenant Irving's personal
belongings on their sled, sir.

Captain, do I have your permission
to assist the Marines

in getting a perimeter set up
with additional guns and men?

And it was Mr. Hickey
who saw the attack happen?

From a distance, yes.

He saw Lieutenant Irving murdered

and ran to retrieve us.

He was unarmed and...
and too far to help Mr. Farr.

Only he saw it?

Yes, sir.

Shall I fetch him to give his account?

I want to see the bodies.

Find Lady Silence.

Bring her here.

Your people. Do like this?

The rocks were painted with it.

Then Lieutenant Irving...

lying in that way.

No longer a man.

These people
will not be our friends, boys.

They will be our murderers
if we don't change course, now.

You know, Sergeant Tozer told me
he heard Dr. MacDonald say

Netsiliks settle
in groups of 20 to 50 families.

What's that, maybe a hundred braves

could be heading for this camp,
as we speak.

I'm not a decent shot,
personally, but if I was...

Mr. Hickey.

The captain's asked to speak with you.

I was just coming to see him, Jopson.

We need to speak immediately.

Don't also forget your overthings,
Mr. Hickey.

You're going to need them.

You're going back.

Dr. Goodsir
and Lady Silence can join us.

They may be able to discern
something I cannot.

Anyone else?

Sir.

It will limber me up for the next
800 miles you're making me walk.

Pardon my asking again, sir,

but are we supplementing
the Marines or not?

They want to build a proper
perimeter with or without us.

They are us, Edward. Remind them.

Give Sergeant Tozer
as many pairs of eyes as he wants,

but as long as the fog holds off

have the armory tent prepare fast
kits, but don't arm additional men.

- Yes, but...
- Do you not remember

flogged men
on this expedition for sedition.

Francis.

You should set off.
The forenoon watch has already begun.

Lieutenant, keep the men ready

in case Mr. Hickey is telling the truth,

but calm in case he is not.

Mr. Des Voeux, as you were.

You'll find sawn wood there.

We'll be back by afternoon watch
if you need volunteers.

Today may be the day.

Guns.

Trade your work gloves
for full mittens for a while,

if you can tolerate that.

I have a weaker salve I can give you

that you can put on all day underneath.

- Are you cold, Mr. Collins?
- I'm all right.

Just...

let that sit for a few minutes

and I'll be back
to wipe away the excess.

Is Dr. Goodsir here?

Are we to be overrun, do you think?

From the reaction of our captains,
my sense tells me we will not.

Fear tells me something else.

We have too much fear, John.

Apart from the headaches and your teeth,

have you noticed anything else?

Bruises, mainly.

I get them where I don't remember
knocking into anything.

But they don't hurt.

Have you got one you can show me?

Be with you in a moment, Mr. Collins.

How many of these
would you say you have, then?

More than a dozen?

Henry,
I want you to mind what I tell you.

It's not quick, this, and you can
turn it around in a day.

It's the first signs, this.

It's early days for you.

Captain wouldn't send out
hunting parties

if he didn't think it was worth it.

No.

No, he wouldn't.

Know I'm here, Dr. Goodsir's here.

You can come back when he's returned,
and he can reassure you anew.

The Esquimaux ran off
in which direction, Mr. Hickey?

Thomas.

There's seal meat there.

- Gentlemen.
- Mr. Hickey.

Could you show me
where Lieutenant Irving

and Mr. Farr were killed, please.

Go on.

Go on.

Are they family?

Friends?

If I was them,

I'd be back behind those raised bars
to the south, a mile out,

waiting for this
to get just a bit worse.

If we're going to be cut down today,
I'd be grateful for a shotgun.

I want a fighting chance
of killing at least

as many of them as kill me.

You've heard things, then,
out in the fog, have you?

- Not as yet.
- Yes.

I have, sir.

I almost rang the alarm just now.

You've only just arrived.

Shales sliding around, as if underfoot.

A whistle, maybe,
a quarter mile out, possibly.

It's hard to tell in this fog.

We just have our ears now.

Out there, that way.

You heard that whistle, too, then?

There it is again, Sergeant.

Damn it all.

You know what I'm asking.

I know it's unfair to pose the question

to another officer,
and one who wasn't there.

All we have
are our instincts and training.

If both told you to proceed
with what you ordered...

then be easy with yourself.

My mother's cousin had a relation
who married a Texas man.

She moved to a territory town there
called Victoria in '38.

One morning, they woke up

to 600 Comanches
screaming through their gates.

They had no warning.

From what my cousin was told,
this good lady

managed to get
all but one of her children

under the house before they seized her.

A Ranger found her in a tree
six days later

with her skirts torn off and her head
cleaved open to the stem.

That town was burned, as were
several more over the next week.

They never found the other child.
They kill children.

George, send Commander Fitzjames
to the armory, immediately!

Make way! Move your backs!

Everyone, stand still!

- Where is Commander Fitzjames?
- I haven't seen him, sir.

Then it was not he who made this order?

There was no order, sir.

An attack is being staged right now,
using that fog as cover.

- My men can hear it.
- And you allowed this?

Without knowing their numbers

and having no familiarity
with their tactics,

our gun power is our only advantage.

This camp has no cover whatsoever.

Who knows if the Esqui girl's
been sending them signals

as to what we're all about.

If they come...

they will blow through us like a wind.

Perhaps you would like
to make the order, sir?

The time is now.

Mr. Armitage,
do not scrimp on that logbook.

I want to see a record
of every issue taking place here.

Sharpen up!

All right, Mr. Collins.

Damn your eyes!

It's your captain!

Avast that now!

Sir!

Get yourselves fed, men.

Those were some long miles.

Hartnell, take that to the command tent.

Goodsir.

- The armory's been opened up.
- No, James. How?

Lieutenant Little gave the order.

The men believe we are under attack.

We are, of the most cowardly kind.

I stepped in,
but 20 arms had already been issued.

If she enters
that camp again, Francis...

We have to get this matchstick
away from the tinderbox.

But Mr. Hickey's gone in already.

He'll tell them we're back.

I'll go on ahead
and misdirect them, then.

Lieutenant.

Jopson.

Your things.

Go to your people now.

Be safe.

Wait! Wait!

Yes, go. Be safe.

Stay with us.

I'll...

I'll talk to the men
and make it safe for you.

We owe you that.

I do.

I wish you could come to England
and see for yourself.

It's not like we are here.
People there are good.

They are good...

Make certain
the following people are armed:

the two of you, Mr. Des Voeux,

Golding, Hoar, Mr. Thompson,

Mr. Crispe, Mr. Kenley and Mr. Coombs.

When we depart,
we will be taking a boat sledge.

Manson, find out which one is lightest

and make sure there are slops
and harnesses.

We may have no more interaction
with this larger group,

so if we do go today, we must take
everything we need with us.

- Can you read maps and charts, Billy?
- Reasonably.

Find an occasion
to be in the command tent.

Secure one batch indicating
where the ships are stuck in

all the way down to Great Slave Lake.

Burn any others.

You'll have the entire rest
of your long lives

to think back on how hard this day was.

For now, only do.

And do well.

We need men at the north outpost.

If you've not been given orders
by a Marine, head there. Be quick!

I thought I made a very clear plan.

And for very clear reasons.

It was the fog
that changed my thinking, sir.

I thought you'd see it differently, too.

Commander Fitzjames
ought to have made that call.

- Why did you not include him?
- There was no time, sir.

I'd heard there were signs.

Some of the men
heard things out in the fog.

Which men?

Were you one of them?

No doubt you made the best decision

for the problem you thought you had.

But as it turns out, it was trumpery.

In its place,
we have an even worse problem.

You've traded
an imaginary invasion from without

for a real invasion from within!

If Mr. Hickey killed
Lieutenant Irving and Mr. Farr,

as I suspect he did,

it was not for the joy of it.

We do not know yet who is in his coven,

but make no mistake
about what they want.

What is our evidence against him?

Don't turn your back on them, ever.

Dr. Goodsir, I want you
to cut open Irving's stomach.

Good.

That's seal meat, sir.

Barely digested.

They fed him.

Of course they did.

Will you confirm this contradicts
Mr. Hickey's version of events,

and is indisputable proof of a lie
that resulted in seven deaths...

including a naval officer and a child?

He must have been alone with Mr. Farr.

Lieutenant Irving
came back to tell them.

Hodgson, will you confirm it?

Oh, my God.

Yes, I will.

Find three armed Marines
and arrest Mr. Hickey.

Not Marines, sir.

It was Sergeant Tozer
who armed the men, in fact.

I took his story and made it my order.

I thought I was doing right.
I'm the worst kind of sorry, sir.

Choose men we can trust.

Deputize them.

Sweep the camp.

Anyone below a wardroom officer,
disarm, including the Marines.

Put one of the mates
in charge of the armory.

Des Voeux.

Arrest Sergeant Tozer and Mr. Hickey
at the same moment.

Bring them.

We'll court martial them here.

- And find the carpenters.
- Carpenters, sir?

For a gallows.

Terror camp, clear!

Terror camp is clear!

I hope I won't be long, Mr. Bridgens.

I pray this will be brief.

All men assemble at the south
guard post in 30 minutes!

Who's been asking for the Peruvian,
Mr. Bridgens?

This is very strong.

I haven't even given a dose of that
to anyone. What cure is it?

Cocaine and wine.

Why is Sergeant Tozer being held?

You're lucky you weren't just shot,
Mr. Hickey.

Do you have
a sudden gift for aim, Jopson?

Everything we ate growing up
started with a gun.

My aim's fine, Mr. Hickey.

I've shot smaller hawks than you.

We'll proceed first with
Petty Officer Cornelius Hickey...

who has been convicted today

of the wanton murders
of Lieutenant John Irving

and Petty Officer Thomas Farr.

Ample evidence
has been stated before command

so as to suggest
Mr. Hickey's guilt well-proven.

With that proof
comes confirmation of the next,

more pernicious charges...

of sedition and mutinous designs.

These charges
are all punishable by death.

And at Captain Crozier's discretion,

the sentence
will be carried out by hanging

before the men now assembled.

Mr. Hickey and Sergeant Tozer
will be given last words.

But first,
your captain would like to speak.

When we abandoned ship,

I promised you men two things.

The first was that help
was already on its way to us,

back from Fort Resolution,

with Lieutenant Fairholme
and the party I sent out last summer.

We now know those men are dead.

I found them on watch

and Captain Crozier
had me swear an oath of silence.

Which you broke. Now, be quiet.
You'll get a chance to speak.

Sergeant Tozer and Mr. Morfin
discovered this two days ago,

as only some of you already know.

I decided not to share it.

I own that decision
and would make it again.

Not to deceive you,

but to protect your reserves.

But now we know,

now we all know...

no one is coming for us.

We must get ourselves out
under our own steam.

Now, I don't know
what Mr. Hickey's plan was,

but I know it didn't include all of you.

And those of you
who might have gone with him,

I can promise you,

he would have
burned through you like fuel.

Lied to you and used you
down to your last muscle.

And here is how I know.

Mr. Diggle...

will you open these, please,
and tell the men what's inside?

It's fresh, sir.

- Louder, so they can all hear.
- It's fresh meat.

What kind of meat?

Seal, sir.

Thank you.

The other promise I made to all of you

was that when we crossed paths with
the Netsilik, they would help us.

Lieutenant Irving met them.

And do you know what they did to him?

Dr. Goodsir, would you, please?

They fed him.

They fed him.

Why did he do it, then?

They didn't cut him down and deface him.

That was Mr. Hickey.

They didn't slice off his man parts

and punch 23 holes into his lungs
with a boat knife.

That was Mr. Hickey!

They were no war party, those Esquimaux.

They were more of a family, it seemed.

Four men, an old woman, and a girl.

A little girl.

No more than six years old.

Mr. Hickey lied to you.

Mr. Hickey lied to all of you

because he needed to cut the legs out
from under my leadership.

And in so doing,

he was prepared
to set all your lives swinging.

Now, we will share this meat.

Dr. Goodsir.

But that line of help
has been cut off from us now.

We will find another, no doubt,

but not with gammoning dogs
like this among us.

Hear me, men.

I take no pleasure
in these deaths today.

I want to bring
every last one of you home.

But if I cannot bring these two,

then I am only doubly resolute
about the rest of you.

Now, before we hear
Mr. Hickey's last words,

I have one more request to make of you.

I need volunteers to man the rope.

You two, come forward.

Mr. Hickey.

Yeah.

I've let the captain
speak now long enough.

Telling every manner
of falsehood against me.

Proving only...

every man...

lies.

Even this man... your captain.

But I must pierce
this thing he calls "truth"

with another of his own
recent deceptions.

June 11th, last year,

the day Sir John was killed...

something else transpired.

Crozier made a plan.

In secret.

To get himself out...

without you.

"There are many feats...

that preoccupy a captain's imagination.

But abandoning his ship...

and his men

should not be among them.

Yet I hereby tender my..."

Oh, go on, Captain, you finish it.

Who is that?

Mr. Collins.

Deputies, rally here!

Stagger your fire!

Captain, Mr. Hickey!

Pull back!

Edward! The armory,
that's where they will go!

Hartnell, Mr. Blanky, with me!

Come on!

Just give me as many as you can.
Break the lock off.

Take Tozer!

Keep going. Get every man
you can under the boats.

It's the only cover we have.
Mr. Blanky, get to cover.

Neptune's balls! I'm coming with you.

- Down!
- Keep moving! Get down!

Stay down!

It's just there!

Billy, I...

Remember what he told you.
Just do it, yeah? Yeah?

Find Mr. Goodsir and bring him
to the boat. We won't wait.

- Where is it?
- Stay quiet and listen for it.

Help!

Help me.

Now is the time, Mr. Des Voeux!
It's on the far side of camp!

Boat secure.

- What is this?
- Easy.

Tozer!

Lay down those arms.

Where are the Marines?

- Come with us, Lieutenant.
- I'll not tell you again.

No one can see you now.

You're invisible. They will think
you've died and were carried off.

Get on the ground.

Hickey didn't get to say
half of what he wanted to say...

Edward.

That's your name, isn't it? Edward?

Crozier was going to lead
that sledge party himself and leave.

Quit the Navy.

Quit all of us.

You didn't know that, did you?

He was going to leave you
a big losing hand, Edward.

Watch out.

Mr. Blanky, it's Mr. Reid!

Oh, Jesus.

I lost him.

The boat's gone.

Tozer's with them.
They have at least five guns.

Here you are.

Let them go.