All language subtitles for The Onedin Line s02e05 Yellow Jack

Another one from Wellington Street.

The seventh in a week. All of Yellow
Jack and all off the same ship.

What ship was that?

The Chilean packet, the Samantha.

Oh, God curse whoever brought her into
this port.

The fact of the matter is, seven people
have died and there's danger of fever

spreading along Wellington Street.

And in every case, there's a connection
with men paid off at the Samantha.

Well, Samantha's discharged and turned
round.

But with our help, James. Yes.

She closed and opened articles under our
own master. With our help again. Cousin

John here and myself.

That's right.

As you well know, Albert badly
facilitated her discharge.

As customs officer, I gave her a clean
bill of health. And now she's brought

fever here.

Of eight crew members discharged, seven
are dead.

Next month's aboard the Charlotte roads
bound for South America.

You say you boarded the Samantha at sea?

Aye. Owners required a fetch -and -carry
job. Crew had deserted or died.

Of fever?

She was a Chilean ship from the fever
coast.

Those ships was always at risk. But did
you know there had been fever aboard?

Yes. We both knew.

She'd been a long time in passage.

I thought it had blown itself out.
There.

Incriminated. How so incriminated?

Fever is always a risk with foreign
commerce.

Mine just was in the game, and I was
right.

A cargo of guana paid our owners and
ourselves up handsomely. Oh, yes, but I

was... I granted her a clean bill of
health.

Well, did you see any fever aboard her?

No. Well, did a master or owner declare
any fever?

No. Well, then you had no reason not to
give her a clean bill of health, nor I,

for shipping a crew aboard her. Now,
there's an end to it.

For all our sakes.

Our sakes?

There are men dead.

We should declare our involvement.

Declare it?

For what purpose?

A mistake should be reported.

Look, the number of the matter is that
at all times the Samantha was the

responsibility of our master. I've had a
leg beneath him for half the voyage.

You told me that. Our owner would better
have hired a more reliable master.

James, the truth must out.

Yes, of course it must. I cannot
understand your diffidence.

You must please yourself.

Mark Vart is...

Nothing said, and for good reason.

Your own skin?

Not at all. Then what?

James, I will have an answer.

In view of these deaths, there's to be
an inquiry into the Samantha's arrival,

spread of the disease into Wellington
Street.

I suspect the public water supply is
contaminated.

In that case, we should state our part
in the affair exactly.

I think not.

No good business to be associated with
disaster.

However slight the connection, I'm more
concerned on your behalf.

If you're considering the good name of
the Fraser Shipbuilding Yards, I am,

after all, merely an employee.

Aye, but your father is owner.

This inquiry.

It's rumoured that he is to be chairman.

My father becomes involved.

He'll stop at nothing till he gets to
the bottom of it.

Fly. I've said it once. I've said it a
hundred times.

Fly is the word for that man.

I knew it the moment I first set eyes on
him.

And heartless with it.

What did he say to you when at last he
stepped ashore?

Well, what did he say in his brother's
shop?

Sarah arranged that meeting between
James and I. She tried to mend the

situation.

She meant well, but she served only to
strengthen the rift between us. How long

is he now that you've parted?

It's a month.

You logic and common sense went out of
the window the moment that man appeared.

You've let yourself sink down to the
most dreadful circumstances.

And me with you. That was my ship once,
the Charlotte Rhodes.

Till he came along.

Have you forgot that?

And where is she now? Does anybody know?
She sailed with Captain Baines in

command as soon as the Samantha docked.
Ah.

Reminds me, Captain Baines gave me some
advance notes with Sister Alice. I still

have to cash them.

Did he mention he'd be away on a long
voyage?

I don't understand.

Well, with Yellow Jack, there's always
quarantine laws.

Great immobility of ships.

James got away so fast.

I wouldn't be surprised if he hadn't an
inkling of what lay in store for the

crew that came off the Samantha.

No, James couldn't have been aware there
was fever aboard. If he had done, he'd

have made it known.

What if he prevented the Charlotte Road
sailing for profit?

James is concerned for himself and for
profit, but he'd never do anything

criminal.

You never come aboard this, Amanda.

But I did.

And I know it's a plan.

A captain drowned members of his crew?

Before they died of the fever.

I've known some hard captains in my
time.

Regular built downies, johnny cakes, but
I can hardly believe that.

It was the captain's bit of fancy who
made him do it.

She was frightened to hell of catching
the fever.

Losing her looks.

Hangman's nose she deserves.

Who told you? The cook. He helped the
captain do it.

They waited, the poor devils, with
anchor shackles.

Did Mr. O 'Neill know that?

I don't know. He had only one word for
that trip.

Mouth shut.

Raring sick men.

Mr. O 'Leary couldn't have known.

Madam wasn't taken with the French
sailor, she? Definitely not. It's coming

back. Then it can go out again.

I see Mr. Fraser is in public life
again. My husband?

No, his father, madam.

He's to chair the inquiry into this ship
everyone's talking about.

Where did you hear that?

They made the announcement at the town
hall.

I can't understand him in the latest
Spanish carmanto. No.

Can you finish now, please?

Of course.

Are you quite sure Mr Fraser is to chair
the inquiry?

It was announced this morning.

Excuse me.

I have James with me.

You'd better stay.

Not while Miriam is here. She might tell
you something else. You had better

stay.

I see the tenor of your feelings is not
even disguised before servants now.

I don't ignore you entirely.

I thought you should know that your
father is to head the inquiry into this

outbreak of fever.

So it's true.

I suppose it's to satisfy the public
disquiet.

Oh, excuse me. You were right, James.

The father is to chair the inquiry.

Then the less that, the better.

A law of silence, James?

Discretion. In whose interest?

Those whom discretion will benefit most.

And your own interest?

What nobility of purpose do you hide
your light behind now?

Commerce and good sense.

And in your interests, Elizabeth, you'd
best concern yourself in women's

matters.

I trust your father will turn out to be
more than just a fair -weather friend.

I hope so, James.

right up to the missing pig halyard. If
there's any chopping, sing out.

Aye, aye, Kaplan.

Don't forget, check the sheaves now.

Have you ever been to South America,
sir?

I never been. How far, sir?

Well, where the gear will lead there.

Foul weather gear for a foul weather
place.

And I offer a shipload of bird
droppings.

Why no?

According to Mr. O 'Neill, then, it's
all clear profit.

Aye, it is.

And all we have to do is to shovel it
up.

Keep her full and by.

Aye, aye, sir.

No, no, you always repeat.

When I say it's full and by, you comes
back, full and by it is, sir.

Full and by it is, sir. That's the hour.

Eye on the wind. We don't want her in
irons.

Does that look all right to you?

All secure, Captain.

Are you sure?

Aye, aye, sir.

Let me put that in the record.

Gentlemen, I think we might now proceed
with the regulations governing the entry

of vessels from foreign ports.

Mr. Collector of Customs? Yes, sir.

Oh, please sit down, Mr. Rice.

Mr. Rice, am I to take it there is no
trace of the owners of the Samantha?

None whatsoever, sir.

Then did she have any dealings with any
Liverpool merchants?

That would be a cargo, sir.

Oh, yes, sir.

Guano. Yes, sir.

It was dispersed in the usual way. Very
much in demand, I believe. It was

already spoke for.

What I can't understand, Mr. Rice, is
that there's nobody here to represent

owners. No agent, no brokers, not a
soul. She was a foreign ship.

She was a foreign ship, sir, and sailed
immediately upon discharge.

So it seems.

Well, now, perhaps we should address
ourselves to the manner of her docking.

Perhaps you would advise me as to the
appropriate regulation.

Article 28, sir.

The master of every ship infected with
cholera, yellow fever or plague shall

cause to be hoisted between sunrise and
sunset a day signal consisting of a

large flag of yellow and black
quartering and during the hours of

triangle of red and white lanterns.

And was the Samantha flying a flag of
that description?

Not as far as I know, sir. I see.

Well, now, perhaps you will give me the
titles of all persons boarding the

Samantha in order.

There'd be the pilot, sir.

Is the pilot here?

Thank you. Sit down.

After the pilot?

Then the harbour pilot, sir. Then the
customs officer.

Your department, Mr. Rice. Yes, sir.

Perhaps you should advise me as to what
steps are taken to ascertain that a

vessel is free from infection.

There is the critique, sir.

Clean bill of health.

And upon whose say -so is the critique
granted?

Generally upon the master say -so, sir.

Indeed.

Correct me if I'm wrong, a mere layman,
but since the Samantha entered this

port, there have been seven deaths.

Seven? Yes, seven is correct.

From yellow fever. And if, as you say,
she was boarded in the proper fashion,

I not right in assuming that there must
have been great irregularity and lack of

the usual precautions on the part of all
the persons boarding?

It remains to be seen, sir. It does
indeed.

I take it you did not board this vessel
yourself, Mr. Rice? No, sir.

Then before we address ourselves to the
pilotage, perhaps you'd be good enough

to bring before me the customs officer
who granted the pratik. I'm afraid I

can't, sir. Can't, Mr. Rice? No, sir. It
was my junior, and he is himself sick.

Of yellow fever?

Of colic.

I have a certificate. I'll have a
picture.

Here's Colby.

Excuse me, sir, but it's your nephew,
young John Fraser.

I think perhaps we should adjourn for a
moment while I take advice on what's

best to be done.

Perhaps you would give us your
assistance, Mr. Wright. Yes, sir.

You were looking to get the Charlotte
roads out before the fever broke?

Judgment, Fogarty.

Essential in shipping matters.

I hear you were aboard the Samantha when
she docked. Then you hear wrong.

Let me commend you two things, Fogarty.

Judgment and accurate information, both
essential in...

running your own business.

I have pulled that door.

But the golf lighter killed me a couple
of times. Killed you? I could kill all

of you. I told you to look at that
halyard. Go on, jump for it.

Now he's got the power, my honor.

Let go of the halyard.

Bring the cameras down.

Captain, sir.

I'm sorry, sir.

I... You don't have to ask what it is.

Yellow fever.

The Samantha was rotten with it, sir.

I'm dead and on that ship as well.

Don't touch him, sir.

Go below and get me the plague flag.

When we float off, it is one ship that
will go home with regulations nailed to

the mast.

Captain Fogarty, sir.

Oh, yes, Fogarty.

You're representing the mercantile
interest.

I was so elected, sir, since you asked
for an independent assessment.

I see now.

Well, it would appear that there has
been some breach of the quarantine laws.

Clearly.

I doubt whether anyone will be in a
hurry to own up to such a disaster.

I can understand that.

I, for one, would be happier if my
nephew were not involved.

Well, it may be that there are more
people involved than at first seems

apparent.

You're very cagey, Fogarty. How so, man?
A plague iguana boat with neither sight

nor sound of her owners?

Well, it was...

The outdoor officer, sir.

Oh, I'm obliged to you, Mr. Rice. Thank
you.

Come along, John.

This is Captain Fogarty, who's assisting
me.

I see no reason why we can't be brief.
Sit down, sir.

John, I'm told you granted the Samantha
a clean bill of health.

Sign the pratique.

Is that true?

It is, sir.

Upon what examination?

Upon the Master's Plato, sir.

The Master of the Samantha declared no
fever.

I asked him that question, and the
answer was in the negative.

No fever of born?

None, sir.

By his declaration.

And you had no reason to disbelieve him,
then? No, sir.

Were the papers in order?

It seemed so, sir.

Oh, were you satisfied?

She had consular signatures from ports
of loading and departure, including rat

certificates. They seemed in order.

Then I was concerned with the bond.

It was heavily depleted, but there was
no evasion.

In fact, you had no reason to believe in
anything untoward.

No, sir.

But clearly... Clearly, I was wrong.

Oh, frank admission, anyway. Have you
anything to add, Captain Fogarty?

The pratique is generally granted upon
the master to say so, unless anything

specific is declared. It's not practice
to examine the crew.

You had no suspicion of fever
whatsoever.

Not a thought in your mind that you
might be Hedwig.

I had no suspicion of fever whatsoever.

But I put them... Routine question.

And the answer was, no fever aboard.

Have you anything you wish to say you
think might help us?

No, sir.

Except to say... Yes?

Except to say I'm deeply grieved at
what's happened, sir.

Oh, very well.

Needn't go.

We'll call you.

Did you notice his hand shaking,
Fogarty?

I did, sir.

Grief or guilt?

Come on, you've been a shipmaster.

I'm afraid that's for you to decide,
sir.

I know young John very well.

I smell a rat, Fogarty.

Perhaps more than one.

What puzzles me is the crew.

The crew?

The Samantha's crew.

Now, she was a Chilean vessel, but those
men who died were mainly Liverpool men.

Oh, I knew some of them. A boarding
house package, if ever I saw one.

But they made no voice from South
America.

How can you say that?

They signed off the Samantha.

Well, a week before the Samantha
arrived, those men were seen around the

Liverpool docks.

But they were not her original crew?

Couldn't have been.

Must have been shipped out to her in
passage.

Shipped out?

For what reason?

What happened to her own crew?

Well, in view of the present conditions,
it could be that her own crew died of

yellow fever.

But who shipped the crew out to her?

My brother sent no word.

No, Captain Baines was in a hurry to get
the seed. He just asked me to give him

the money.

Did he not say whether Charlotte Rose
was sailing?

No, he did not.

We learned this morning that the cesspit
is to be blown up and the water supply

diverted. All the houses will have to be
emptied. There's a danger that we'll

have to move.

Move? Sewer here is too close and this
corner of the court is too old.

They've been looking for an excuse to
bring it down.

Does that mean that you'll lose the
house?

There's a danger of it.

The medical authorities have agreed on
the danger, but not on what's going to

happen to us.

If people here could get their hands on
the master of the Samantha, there would

be murder down in Wellington Street.

Do you think... What?

Whoever brought that ship in knew that
there was fever aboard.

Whoever brought her in was thinking of
her cargo and not her seaman.

The iguana was discharged as quickly as
if it were gold and the ship put out

again as fast as they could manage.

As though they daren't wait to see what
they'd left behind.

Then they must have known.

Someone, there in Liverpool, took the
crew out to us.

Must have been.

It's Liverpool's seaman lying limed and
tired in Porpoise Grave.

And they might just as well have been
stabbed for there's not one alive to

the tale, not one.

We're up dead into the eye of the wind.

Pay out all you've got and let the
anchor go.

When you get back, we'll catch her off.
There you go.

We pray to God the tide will rise before
the wind threatens.

Aye, aye, sir.

We'll soon have her off.

About Captain and Eden, I... I think he
knew there'd been fever aboard the

Samantha.

But he missed going aboard himself.

So he must have thought the fever had
blown itself out.

It's not just the fever.

It's the drowning of fevered sailors.

I don't think he knew about them.

We'll soon find out what he knew and
what he didn't know.

I can't, sir.

Yes?

If I don't get home, you won't put me
over the side alive, will you?

While I'm still living. No, son.

Not me.

Take in the slack on the windlass.

Come round to the quarter.

Did you know they were going to skip?

No, sir. But I heard them muttering.
They wouldn't go forward, sir.

Yellowjack.

I'll get you home safe if I have to kid
you from here to the mercy.

Never whistle in a ship, son.

But I... Never!

You've got too much bearing down upon us
as it is.

Come on.

Then you will admit nothing.

I'll not be treated like some trembling
apprentice brought me for it, master.

James, seven men are dead.

Look, I've been at sea since I was 14
years old.

Ships' logs are full of such tragedies.

You ferried sailors out to the Samantha
at the owner's request.

But did you know that there was fever
aboard?

She was a Chilean ship.

Is that an answer?

Well, can I be responsible for every
filthy port in the world? No, but

men are dead and you are evading
something.

Whatever it may be, why don't you come
forward?

It's not just myself, it's Fraser.

Albert Fraser. I involved him in a share
of the Samantha's profits.

Now that his father is to be chairman of
this inquiry, with no other course but

to remain silent.

Oh, James, I fear for you.

If it's not one evasion, then it's
another.

Evasion? You cannot give a straight
answer.

And your concern for other people is so
small that it amounts to a kind of

heartlessness. And it... it disgusts me.

Oh, does it indeed.

I thought that if I was to separate from
you, it would bring you to some

understanding of me. Of values, even.

Of some concern other than your pocket.

But it's not done so.

You go from one purpose to the next, not
caring what happens to other people.

Not those whom you employ, not even your
wife.

You selfish, ruthless... And you have no
cares in the world that cannot be

measured on a balance sheet.

I see your tongue has sharpened in my
eyes.

But nothing has happened to your
conscience.

I gave you your choice.

To deny my principles or to leave your
house.

Aye, and you chose to leave.

And I said I would not come back unless
you asked me.

And I meant it, James.

Surprised at your impertinence of
calling here unannounced, you must want

something.

And how is your fiancée?

Well, your brother James was very
fortunate to get the Charlotte roads out

before the fever broke.

He was smart to get a cargo.

What was it? You'll not pick my brains
on that score, Daniel Fogarty.

Come now, Elizabeth.

You would not send a ship halfway across
the world on a speculation.

If it pleased me, I would.

On a whim?

If the whim was strong enough.

And well paid enough.

Oh, no.

I've more taste than Jane.

And not in the least interested in tying
up the tree stump from fever pork.

The fever coast.

So the Charlotte Rose has gone for
guano.

Where did, uh...

James find out about the source of the
guano. How should I know that?

Well, if he's after guano, he must have
got the source from the master of the

Samantha, and to do that, he must have
been on board.

Sailors out, fever home, and a quick
profit from the same port.

You'd better be careful in your
conclusions.

Why is that?

In all your dealings with me, you've had
my feelings to contend with.

Unfortunately, James is free of any
concern for you.

Oh, hardly.

I understand we're to be dining soon.

Dining? Yes, at your father -in -law's.
You see, I'm appointed Mr Fraser's

independent assessor, assigned to the
deaths of Liverpool seamen.

You know, I was asked the weather.

I'll go for it. Stand up right now.

Aye, aye, sir.

Would you... Would you like me to say a
few words, like...

I don't know

if I can remember.

Oh, God, we chatted in heaven.

Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done in
earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

Forgive us our trespasses as we forgive
them that trespass against us.

Lead us not into temptation, but deliver
us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom, the power and
the glory forever and ever.

A witness to?

Witness to what, sir?

How do you mind?

You need a tarpaulin and a hacky sack.

Now get for it.

You would wish.

Yellow fever.

I can't understand what all the hobo's
about.

The Cuba sweats, we used to call them.

I'd many a spell myself.

Nothing that a good stiff tot can't
cure.

Whose is that rag?

It belongs to Mr. Baines's sister.

Their water supply's been diverted and
she's got two children.

Wellington Street, always fever in
Wellington Street. Always was, always

be. They live like pigs down there, some
of them pigs.

What do you want to go down there for? I
can't imagine.

And I don't know what you look like. I
don't know what I feel like either.

Well, there you are then.

In my day, women knew how to keep their
men dangling.

You had a double bed?

No. Well, I suppose it's not your fault.
You're such a plain Jane.

Get any sense out of him when you saw
him?

No. Well, there you are then.

But since you left him, that's the
legalities against you.

What's the matter?

I'm just tired.

Well, go back to him and make your
peace. No!

When will you realise that a woman can't
stand on her own feet in this world?

She needs a man.

I'm just tired.

I'm so tired. Well,

if you will spend your days down
Wellington Street.

I just... Don't seem to have any
strength.

I've got half a guinea, if you'd like to
jar the apothecary.

I find Daniel so masterful.

That air of the sea captain.

Brass bound, I think they call it.

And other times, though, I find him
quite moody.

He was an orphan.

Orphan from the board school.

The scrubbed boy from the cadetship.

Oh, of course.

You were bespoke.

Well, Daniel's so reluctant to talk of
the past.

Oh, it was a simple change of heart on
my part.

I met Albert and, well, that was that.

Well, your husband I find most engaging.

Why was Daniel not at dinner?

Errands, I dare say.

Your father -in -law is merchant,
politician and commodore rolled into

But tell me more about Daniel.

find him unduly affectionate.

Ah, there you are, my boy.

Did you have to row?

I came as quick as I could, sir.

You've missed your vittles, I'm afraid.

Would you care for a glass of port?

Thank you, sir.

Has the Gano trade progressed in Oneida?

All trade progresses from efficient
handling.

Curious how you should come across such
a distant cargo.

One has been carried before.

Indeed. On the Samantha.

And that ship and any other fortunate
enough to find the train.

How did you find out about the source of
the Samantha's cargo?

Seems cross -examination is in the air.

I should like an answer to that
question.

I've been made responsible to the people
of Liverpool in this matter, and I must

have an answer.

How did you discover the source of the
Samantha's cargo?

From the ship's pantry, ma 'am.

Oh, and before you should accuse me,
I've nothing to hide.

The Samantha's owner approached me to
ship a crew aboard her. She was in a

plight. A sore plight?

She'd had a bad voyage.

Half her crew deserted.

Deserted? Well, it's not unknown.

She'd been in a tidal wave through
terrible seas.

And what about the rest of her crew?

Died of fever.

You take that openly.

I take what I was told. Died of fever in
passage.

I must have brought her home to Cork.

And you took her out of crew to the
Samantha?

In exchange for the profits of a quarter
of the cargo.

A hard bargain.

Well, her owner suggested a quarter. I
wanted a third.

I want to talk about yellow fever,
Ornidian.

When I went on board, there was no
fever.

No fever? None.

She'd been 120 days in passage. Even so,
I took precautions.

The folks aligned and cleared.

I even stayed myself, just to make sure
that everything was in order.

Are you saying, do you dare to say that
Samantha did not bring fever here?

Nobody can deny that.

But at the time, I took every precaution
I could to safeguard the crew that I

put aboard her.

And even that wasn't my responsibility,
but the master's. You're too clear,

Bonedian.

How is that, that?

Why did you not step forward and state
your part openly?

Then, whatever odium fell upon you,
you'd have had the support of the

interests, who well understand the risks
involved.

It's your silence that's criminal, man.

You're too fly, my father.

Father, you're wrong.

He was silent because of me.

You? For purposes of gain, I was made
partner and had a share of the

cargo. You were partners?

There was a chance of a handsome profit.

We took it and made it, James and I.

We're going to build our steamship on
promises.

We need cash.

But the fever.

And I did not thought of your good name.

Two of you involved.

If this came out, what reputation would
the Fraser shipyards carry in this port?

Exactly, Mr Fraser.

Now, perhaps you understand my position.

Perhaps now you can advise us on what
course of action to take, other than

remain silent.

It would not surprise me if your needing
had involved your son deliberately.

Of course I involved him deliberately.

Would I not want to put money in my
partner's pocket?

If our steam interests prosper, we
profit jointly.

Well, sir, I'm waiting for your reply.

What do you now propose?

Maybe we can dispense with your
messenger voyeur now.

You must suffer too, O 'Neden, as others
have suffered in this past week.

A Lloyd signal station at Land's End has
just reported the Charlotte Roads on

her way home.

Two men deserted and the plague flag
upon our mast.

Well, lad, we've done it.

Blame me if I don't think you're looking
for a taller. It's stretching to look

for a following Caesar.

Oh, and she's a friend. If you can keep
her stern down.

Oh.

You come to the brass.

When did you sail, Captain?

24th of July, sir. We were in passage
for Areca.

Since that date, there have been seven
deaths in Wellington Street.

Wellington Street?

Yes.

All paid up at the manor.

Did you say seven deaths in Wellington
Street? I got a sister living there,

I'm afraid there is a woman among the
sick.

There's no fever, is there?

Brought in from the apothecary.

They thought the pains was labour, but
she's like an empty pod.

Fever, then.

Well, sweat's feverish.

She's no yeller.

Eyes is yeller.

And the shivering's feverish.

Best burn her, please, then.

Fever's a blessing for some.

You've got my Charlotte Rhodes poxed up
in the gunwales and your wife took ill.

Ever since she's known you, there's been
nothing but despair.

The way you act heartbreak follows you
like a shadow.

Who you bring to ruin next, I wonder?

I want her not clothes, nothing else.

This once she'll take what you've given
by me.

I tell you, I've seen that girl go down
to nothing.

She's worn out with worry and shame.

And don't say it's her fault.

Everybody's actions aren't concerned
entirely with money, you know. The purse

not everybody's gun.

Just give me the bag.

Look at you.

Stone. Stone.

I'll tell you this. If she were to die,
it would make no difference to you.

You're incapable of any human feelings
at all.

Nothing moves you.

Dammit! If you were to drink, at least
it would show you were human.

But you're too damn preoccupied to risk
your liver for a little geometry.

And what about me?

Do you ask how I've got the fare to the
blamed hospital?

But you're so keen.

I swam ashore.

Have they no boat?

Well, I'm in breach of quarantine. I
heard there was fever.

Seven dead.

But mercifully, we've been spared the
fever.

Although the house must go.

The house?

A cesspit. The boarding house is to be
destroyed.

We adjoin and so the court is to be
evacuated too.

You mean you're losing the house?

Twelve years we've been here.

Done what I could for the children. And
since you've been made master, it's a

great help.

The authorities will compensate the
owners, but not the tenants.

I've heard that Captain Dunedin was part
responsible. Now, is it rumor or is it

truth?

I don't... I don't know.

Then they say the hot weather's
exceptional and must have prolonged it.

Where are you going?

It seems, gentlemen, that there has been
neglect of the usual precautions on the

part of the persons who boarded the
Samantha, and her master is

absent. In the case of the customs
authorities and the pilotage, they would

appear to have acted in ignorance and
not from willful intention of violating

the law.

Moreover, I am informed by the Privy
Council that the trade of this port will

not be inconvenienced.

And there is no further cause for
quarantine restrictions being placed on

outgoing vessels.

And finally, by some freak of
circumstance, the climatic conditions

yellow fever have never been better
imitated in Great Britain.

These conditions have now passed.

Gentlemen, I'm happy to inform you, it's
raining.

I went because I swam ashore.

Went to my sister's and saw church of
brothers.

No word from her at the quarantine
station, no word in passage, nor about

fever. When I come ashore, I find my
sister made homeless.

She's a widow with two children, lived
in the house 12 years.

They're pulling down the cork because of
the water supply.

The house next door to Mother Hub is
where the seaman died.

The crew we took out of the Samantha.

And the last one, young 20 Morgan, died
in my arms. And do you know what his

fear was?

Captain, he says, you won't put me over
alive, will you?

Like they done on the Samantha?

Don't you beside yourself, man.

Put him over alive, he said.

A dying man speaking the truth. There
was murder down on that ship, sir, and

knew of it. I knew of no murder.

I'm a fever. If you'd have seen our
Morgan died, old black vomit and

Heard his last words, a seaman through
and through. He wasn't now dead. And my

sister, no roof over her head.

I did not know there was fever aboard
her.

She'd been so long in passage. I thought
it had blown itself out.

Aye, excuses.

But the dead don't listen. They can't
listen. It's a long way down in the

with ankles shackled for company.

Too weak to shout, dying and drowning
for the sake of a past coin. And the

coin in your pockets are not theirs.

There's only lead in there.

Who's that in there?

It's not Mrs. O 'Neill.

My composure.

You're a bridge of quality.

She's not got yellow jack.

Is it worse than childbirth?

If it's worse than childbirth, I can
water it.

For all of it.

Welcome aboard, Ma.

Your cabin's out.

Thank you, Captain Baines. Long haul,
fool child, but we'll soon have those

roses in your cheeks again.