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(pensive music) (water sloshing)

(eerie music) (water sloshing)

(thunder rumbling) (pensive music)

(Jackson snoring) (thunder rumbling)

(Jackson groans)

- Jackson: What, what?

Captain?

(ship creaking) (water sloshing)

- What was that?

(Sinclair exhaling)

(ship creaking)

- A whale?

- Whales don't sound like that.

- What, you get a lotta whales

on the Lower East Side, Bigelow?

- Listen.

(ship creaking) (thunder rumbling)

(pensive music) (thunder rumbling)

It's a ship.

- A ship?

We're saved?

- Faraday, give your life vest to Miss Prescott.

- Oh, for heaven sake, the man has a broken arm.

- Bigelow: Ahoy, over here!

- Oi, sit down you fat head, you'll capsize us.

- Don't you touch me.

- Look.

(eerie music)

- Great.

Fuckin' Nazis.

- I don't care if it's Hitler's personal pleasure cruiser.

This is the only ship that we've come across

the last two-- - Keep your voice down.

- And what are they gonna do, shoot us?

We're dead anyways.

- He's right, Captain.

The Russian's are done.

- Chances are they'll shoot me on sight,

but I guess that's better than starvin' to death.

We got to get off this raft, simple as that Captain.

- What about her?

What do you think those sons of bitches will do to her?

- I'll not have any of your deaths on my hands.

We'll live to fight another day, hm?

All of us.

- Perhaps we could consider some of the other options.

I simply mustn't be allowed to fall into enemy hands.

- What makes you so bloody special?

- Surely there's something more we can do besides--

- Can it, Specks.

We'll hitch a ride with the krauts.

(pensive music) (water sloshing)

(shot firing)

(Faraday gasping) (pensive music)

- Captain Malone: Brace yourselves!

Hey!

- Captain Malone and Sinclair: Hey!

- Captain Malone: Hey!

- Down here! - Hey!

- Hello! - Hey!

- Bigelow: You dirty bastards!

- I can't see anyone on deck.

- Hello! - Hey!

- Hello! - Hey!

- Jackson: Ahoy!

- Hello? - Hey!

(pensive music) (shot firing)

- What are you doin'?

- Need a tow-line.

(shot firing) (bullet whizzing)

Shit!

- Jackson: Everybody hold still.

Oh!

(shots firing) (pensive music)

- How many bullets left?

- Wait a God damn minute.

You speak English?

- I never said I could not.

- Bigelow: Well, this is just perfect.

- How many bullets?

- One.

(Teplov speaking in foreign language)

- Sniper?

- Nah, we're not gonna give our only rifle to the Russian.

- Yeah, especially to a guy who's

been spyin' on us the whole time.

You can't trust this guy.

- What's he gonna do with one bullet?

- Hopefully not miss.

(pensive music) (rifle clicking)

- You buyin' it or firing it Ivan?

- The Enfield, Mark One.

Old action rifle.

Shoots to left if not properly re-calibrated.

- I swear to God, Ivan if you miss--

- Look, would you just shut up and let the man concentrate?

- Gentlemen, we're running out of ship.

(tense music)

(shot firing)

- Jackson: He got it!

Grab it.

Grab it!

Grab it!

Pull.

Pull!

(dramatic music) (thunder rumbling)

- Heave!

- Pull!

(Captain Malone groaning)

- Captain Malone: Get up there Teplov.

(dramatic music)

- Jackson: Captain, hold on.

Come on, come on, pull, pull.

- Ivan!

- Come on, come on climb.

- Climb.

(dramatic music)

- Who up now?

Miss Prescott, Miss Prescott my hand.

- You got her? - Thank you.

- Sinclair: Bigelow?

- Come on. - Come on Bigelow.

- Come on. - Jackson?

- Captain Malone: Faraday, come on.

- I couldn't possibly, it's my arm.

- Mr. Faraday, come on.

- Captain, come on! - Come on Mr. Faraday.

Give me your hand.

Mr. Faraday, Sir? - Come on.

- Come here. - We don't have all day mate!

- Come on. - No!

- Grab a hold. - No, no.

- Come on. - Get on.

- Jackson: Get up here.

- Captain Malone: Come on here, here.

- Jackson: Get on Faraday.

- Captain Malone: Up you go, come on.

Grab him, grab him.

- Jackson: Come on.

- All right, move, move, move.

- Sinclair: Here we go.

- All right.

- Captain Malone: Oh, damn.

- Jackson: Come on Captain.

(wood snaps)

- Captain!

- Jackson: Come on Captain.

- Sinclair: Grab him Jackson.

- Jackson: Come on Cap. (Captain Malone yells)

There we go.

(engine whirring) (tense music)

- Pull him up!

- Come on! - Come on Captain!

- Come on Captain.

(Captain Malone groaning) (pensive music)

You're a damn fool Captain.

(Captain Malone groans)

(wood snaps) (Captain Malone yells)

Captain!

(water splashing) (dramatic music)

Captain! - Jesus Christ!

(tense music)

- Hey, hey. - What?

Captain!

- Jackson, I'm sorry he's gone.

He's gone.

Yeah, he's gone.

Come on, everyone.

(water sloshing) (pensive music)

(thunder rumbling) (waves splashing)

- How's that hand Mr. Faraday?

- No, no, no.

(can thuds) (wind whistling)

- Miss Prescott: Gerard...

- Faraday: I, look, I...

- The Englishman has many secrets.

- You're one to talk.

- You limey weasel.

- You were gonna let us starve to death

so you could live a few more days.

- You'd have done the same if

you had the brains to think of it.

The work I do affects the lives of millions.

You're just meat for the grinder.

(hand slaps)

- Oh!

Leave him alone.

He's harmless.

- He's a coward is what he is.

- Who's to say that fuckin' arm

ain't even broken? - Hey, hey, hey.

- Yeah, why don't we

just throw him overboard? - Hey!

- Oh, enough!

In case you'd forgotten we're all

on the same side, now act like it.

- You know what I think is strange?

- Oh, what?

(wind whistling)

- All this, this fighting and shouting.

No one comes to see, hm?

(eerie music) (thunder rumbling)

(rain pattering) (eerie music)

- It's one bloody thing after another isn't it?

- Let's take shelter.

- Amen to that toots.

(Jane sighs)

- Jane: Mr. Sinclair, perhaps you could help.

- Sinclair: Come on.

(Faraday whimpers)

(eerie music) (rain pattering)

(thunder rumbling) (eerie music)

(Jackson sighs) (chains clinking)

- Engine's runnin' but--

- Nobody's home.

- Jackson: It seems that way.

- We can't stay out here.

- Well, if you wanna go stumbling around

in the dark go knock yourself out.

(rain pattering) (wind whistling)

After you ladybird.

- Oi.

What have you and uh, Ivan--

- Teplov: Teplov.

- What?

- Junior Sergeant Alexander Teplov.

With the four keeps-- - Okay, yeah, yeah.

Sniper.

- Yeah.

- Yeah, got it.

Why don't you and Bigelow head up to the bridge?

See who's steerin' the thing, huh?

- I'm not goin' anywhere with the fascist.

- Communist, dickhead.

- What's the difference?

- Hey look, why don't you just do what the man says Bigelow?

- And since when did you start givin' me orders?

(Teplov groans)

(rain pattering) (wind whistling)

- Come, I do not bite.

(wind whistling) (rain pattering)

- Gosh he's smug.

(wind whistling) (rain pattering)

- You know you're gonna get frostbite?

- Yeah, I've been through worse.

- All you Cossacks are a bit loony.

- And you Americans talk too much.

(rain pattering) (wind whistling)

- I preferred when you didn't talk at all.

(rain pattering)

- We need to get his arm back into a sling.

(Faraday whimpering) (rain pattering)

- Hm.

- Yes, Ma'am.

- Thank you Mr. Sinclair.

(rain pattering) (eerie music)

(door unlatching)

(rain pattering) (eerie music)

(liquid sloshing) (Bigelow spits)

(Bigelow grimaces)

- Fuck, it's mouldy.

You wanna point that outta my fuckin' face?

(pensive music)

Jesus man.

Fuck.

(eerie music)

(Faraday whimpering)

- Jane: Oh.

- Faraday: Oh.

(Sinclair groans)

- Here you go.

Courtesy of the Fuhrer.

(wind whistling) (rain pattering)

- It's not exactly my colour.

- A sling, your majesty.

- Colonist.

- Imperialist.

- Convict.

- Wanker.

- Bigelow: Over here.

(wind whistling) (rain pattering)

- You go.

- Okay.

You gonna be all right Miss Prescott?

- We're fine.

(wind whistling) (rain pattering)

(Faraday grunts)

(wind whistling) (rain pattering)

- It was a cowardly thing I did, I know.

- I've seen men do far worse in this war.

(eerie music) (water sloshing)

(rain pattering) (wind whistling)

- Bigelow: Sinclair!

(rain pattering) (wind whistling)

(eerie music)

(Sinclair gasps)

- Hey.

(eerie music)

- You ought to know.

(eerie music)

- Blimey.

The life boats have

been sabotaged too. - Oh, you're kidding me man?

(pensive music)

- You ever seen anything like this before?

- I have seen gas turn a man inside out,

but nothing like this.

- Whatever it is it's startin'

to give me the creeps all right?

There's somethin' wrong here.

- I knew farmers who took up arms against

the Wehrmacht with more courage than you.

- Hey, what do you want from me?

I'm a God damn cook, all right?

Three years in that fuckin' war and then

I get torpedoed my way home and then I get stuck

on that God forsaken raft with no food and no water

and now you're tellin' me that my only fuckin' chance

of hope is on some God forsaken ghost ship?

On top of it you forgot to mention

I got stuck with you, you cloak and dagger asshole

and that limey prick and you, Australia.

I ain't even know you people were in the war.

- Pull your head in mate.

- Hey, I ain't your mate, okay?

I don't owe you people nothin'.

We got stuck in the same war

and now get stuck in the same boat.

- Yeah, we did and we're still breathin'.

- I just want lady luck to smile on me just this once.

- It ain't about luck mate.

It ain't.

It's about how you play the hand you're dealt.

(pensive music)

Look, keep this to ourselves for now.

(pensive music)

- All right.

Okay.

(pensive music)

(chain clattering) (pensive music)

- Teplov: No shoes.

- What's your excuse?

- I was in bunk when torpedo hit.

(pensive music)

- Oh, you poor thing.

We'll get you out of the retched weather.

We'll find a sickbay, okay?

- So you're British Intelligence?

(pensive music) (wind whistling)

- Something like that.

Oh, oh.

- How'd you get here?

- He needs rest Mr. Jackson, not an interrogation.

(Faraday whimpering)

- Bigelow: Watch your step.

- You guys find anything?

- Uh, no just a busted compass and uh,

someone chained the wheel, no Jerries?

- Yeah, just don't jinx it, huh?

- Yeah.

(wind whistling) (rain pattering)

(thunder rumbling)

(ship creaking) (eerie music)

- Bet this tug's still crawlin' with krauts.

(boat chugging) (pensive music)

- What's that?

(Jackson grunts)

- It's a doll.

(boat chugging)

- It's really old.

- Spooky.

- Faraday: It's an antique.

- Oh, you're some kind of expert are ya?

- An antique dealer actually in another life before the war.

- Of course you were, Gerard.

(boat chugging)

- May I?

(ship creaking) (boat chugging)

Oh.

Pierre-Francois Jumeau, finest doll makers in Paris.

Hm, 1780 - 1830 I'd say.

- Is it worth anything?

- A thousand pounds.

Perhaps more at auction.

- Well that's a whole lotta clams for a kid's toy.

(ship creaking) (boat chugging)

- What the hell's it doin' here?

(eerie music)

(thunder rumbling) (rain pattering)

- Jackson?

How do you feel about switchin' sides?

- Hey, if it means us gettin'

out of these wet drawers sign me up.

(chains clinking)

- Sinclair: All there is I'm afraid.

(Sinclair's throat clears)

- Man, how many times you been shot?

- Not all bullets.

Some is knife, some is cigarette.

This one wild pig.

It's long story.

(Teplov sniffs)

- Oh my...

Sorry.

- Don't be.

Just a scratch.

- Where'd you get those?

(Sinclair sighs)

- Tobruk.

Panzer division.

Blasted us to buggery.

- All that time of the life boat

and you didn't say anything.

- Three years as a POW.

Not much to tell.

Shelly, my wife.

(sombre music)

They told her I was killed in action, so she remarried.

She's happy.

She's had a baby.

Few months old now.

I wanna see her just one last time.

Don't blame her for movin' on.

Life's too short.

It's too bloody short.

(sombre music)

- You'll see her again.

(sombre music)

- What about you tough guy?

You got family?

- Not anymore.

- Jackson: I'm sorry to hear that.

(sombre music)

- Such small feet these Nazis.

(tense music)

(glass shattering) (pensive music)

- Boiler room, ammunitions, galley, radio room.

Let's see if we can reach anyone on the shortwave.

- All right.

I wanna take a look at the engine

and see what's keepin' her runnin'.

- No offence Jackson but you're a cook.

- Oh yeah, he's a real demon with the ladle this guy.

- I worked in a shipyard before the war

and the mechanics before that.

- Okay then.

- Remind me, what did you do - Okay.

- before slingin' last week Bigelow?

- Two groups.

Jackson, Bigelow with uh, Teplov.

Miss Prescott and Faraday with me.

Meet back in the galley when we're done.

- All right then.

- Bloody Yanks.

(pensive music)

(ship creaking) (radio static crackling)

(man speaking in foreign language)

- German.

- Do you know what they're saying?

(man speaking in foreign language)

- Bits and pieces.

(man speaking in foreign language)

- I think they're looking for this ship.

(man speaking in foreign language)

- Don't be daft, say something.

Just speak, go on.

- We're on a German ship without any Germans on it

and you wanna just invite some along.

Go on genius.

- Mm, brilliant.

(Sinclair sighs)

- Must be someone else.

(radio static crackling) (man's voice crackling)

(exhaust hissing)

- Oh, not good.

This is not good.

- You care to uh, humour me with specifics Mr. Jackson?

- Uh, the boiler must be runnin' dry.

Engine pressure's through the roof.

- So, who gives a shit?

- Look, if the boiler runs dry and the engine

is still running it could set off a chain reaction.

If it reaches the munitions room,

it can blow this whole ship to pieces.

This tub's a ticking time bomb.

- So turn it off.

- That's exactly what I'm gonna do.

- No, hold the fuck up.

You're not shuttin' this ship down.

- Look we don't know how much fuel we got left.

A day, maybe less.

We can always turn it back on once

we realise where the hell we're goin'.

Teplov, grab that other wheel.

- Don't fuckin' touch that wheel, okay?

Listen to me, listen to me.

If you shut it off how do we know

we're gonna turn it back on?

- I'd rather be dead in the water

then literally dead in the water.

Wouldn't you?

(exhaust hissing)

Teplov, grab that wheel.

- Fuck that, no.

- God damn it.

Listen, I have been smiling through

your bullshit for two and a half years.

Do you see me smilin' now?

Look, you're not my boss anymore.

Down here what I say goes.

(metal creaking) (exhaust hissing)

You can try to stop me but I wouldn't recommend it.

(metal creaking) (exhaust hissing)

Do we have ourselves an understanding?

(metal creaking) (exhaust hissing)

You gravy?

- Gravy.

- Three, two, one.

(metal creaking) (engine whirring)

(electricity buzzing) (radio static crackling)

- Jackson.

(flesh gushing) (tense music)

- What the?

(eerie music)

(Bigelow gasps) (dramatic music)

All right, that's it.

Fuck this thing.

I want off this God damn ride.

- Sweet mother of mercy.

(eerie music)

- Bigelow: Not again.

- What?

What do you mean not again?

What, is there somethin' you're not tellin' me Bigelow?

- German sailor on bridge.

- And you didn't say anything?

- It was Sinclair's idea all right?

He told us not to say anything until we knew what it meant.

- It meant somethin' bad Bigelow.

Damn, I mean dead bodies usually mean somethin' bad.

(eerie music)

(liquid dripping) (wind whistling)

(door creaking) (wind whistling)

- That's two weeks old at least.

- I've had worse.

- Ah.

- Oi, Jackson?

Why'd you turn the engines off?

- Had to.

The boiler was about to blow.

- We could've discussed it first, mate.

- That's what I said.

- I made the call.

I made the call just like you did

about the dead body on the bridge.

- What?

- Decapitated, right?

With all the funky veins runnin' through it?

Well there's more down in the engine room burned alive.

- I didn't wanna cause a panic, Jackson.

(Faraday laughs)

- We need to be able to trust each other, Sinclair.

- Yeah we do, Jackson.

- Yeah? - Yeah.

- Stop.

While I appreciate your decision making Mr. Jackson,

and your discretion, Mr. Sinclair,

right now we have food, clothing and shelter

and it appears we have this entire boat to ourselves.

Our present predicament is far better than yesterday's.

Who knows what tomorrow may bring, hey?

So for now let's eat.

"An army marches on its stomach."

- Hang on.

Did you just make that up?

- I think you'll find that's Napoleon Bonaparte.

- You need to eat too Mr. Faraday, keep your strength up.

- You are an absolute angel Miss Prescott.

- Yeah, and don't choke on it.

- Sorry Miss Prescott.

- I'm sorry too.

- Can I at least buy you dinner?

Wehrmacht's finest.

- Jane: Thank you Mr. Sinclair.

- Look, there's no um...

- You don't like fish mate?

- There's no ring.

- That's all you're getting mate.

- Faraday: Could you possibly open this?

- Sinclair: Yes mate.

(liquid sloshing)

(jars clattering)

(oxygen exhaling)

(Bigelow screams) (dramatic music)

(all screaming) (dramatic music)

- What was it?

- Some kind of child or somethin'.

- A child?

- Bigelow: Yeah, a child who scared the shit out of me.

- Sinclair: Okay come on, come on guys.

(eerie music)

(rat chattering) (pensive music)

- Jane: Oh.

(ship creaking)

(Faraday coughs)

(Faraday groans)

- Jackson: Oh (coughs).

(Sinclair panting)

- Sinclair: Someone hacked the lifeboats to bits.

- Excuse me?

- Jane: Why would he do that?

- So nobody could leave.

- Hey, please don't think about it Ivan.

- Gasoline.

(Jackson sniffs)

- He's right.

It smells like fuel.

- Marvellous (laughs).

Marvellous.

So, so, mad captain loses his marbles,

gets a bit axe happy with his men,

sets them on fire and then sabotages

their only means of escape.

Not to mention ours.

- Shut up Faraday.

- Yeah.

- But then who did this to him?

- Rats.

Big rats.

(object thuds) (eerie music)

(Jackson grunts)

(Mya panting) (eerie music)

- Sinclair: Miss Prescott?

(Mya panting) (pensive music)

- Hello darling.

Is this yours?

Don't be scared.

(Mya panting) (eerie music)

It's all right.

(eerie music)

(Mya snarls) (dramatic music)

- Jane: Ow.

- Jackson: Did she bite you?

- Jane: It's fine.

Just a scratch.

- Little monster.

- Who knows how long she's been here on her own,

or what she's been through poor thing.

(door creaking)

It's okay.

(Sinclair speaking in foreign language)

(Teplov speaking in foreign language)

We're scared too.

- Jackson: We're not gonna hurt you.

(Mya speaking in foreign language)

- That's family.

- What's that?

- Uh, sounds Italian.

Somethin' about family.

Family is (speaking in foreign language).

- Okay, so she's speakin' Italian?

- No, no, no, no it just, not it's not Italian.

It just sounds similar.

- Romanian.

I recognise it.

(pensive music)

- Hey, once bitten...

- It's okay.

(Jane chuckles)

Oh.

Hm.

- What is that?

That looks old.

Looks like it's worth somethin'.

What?

Well, clearly he doesn't need it.

(Jackson laughs)

- Jackson: Now we're talkin'.

Oh. - Nothing broken

and nothing bruised?

- Jackson: Nasty.

(Mya winces)

- Sinclair: Any bullets?

- About half a dozen maybe.

- Wanna trade?

(Jackson laughs)

- Nice try.

- You're okay, hm?

Jane.

- Mya and Jane: Jane.

- Jane: Yes, that's me, Jane.

- Mya.

- Mya.

- Mya.

- Mya.

(Mya speaking in foreign language)

(Jane speaking in foreign language)

(Mya speaking in foreign language)

- I'm sorry, what is happening?

- She wants us to follow her.

- You're honestly gonna go

following some little brat around?

What on earth's she doing here you bloody fools?

- That's what we're going to find out.

Come on Gerard.

- Something happened on this ship,

the ship that you forced me onto

and now despite all logic and reason

you're gonna go casually exploring.

No.

I'll have none of this.

I mean, look at him.

He loves casual exploring.

- Yeah.

Well uh, why don't you hang out with old skipper?

Looks like he uh, loves antiques mate.

(ship creaking) (pensive music)

(Mya speaking in foreign language)

- You want us to go down there?

- Sinclair: Faraday?

- Wait for me.

- What's Romanian for how many Nazis are down there?

- Bigelow, why don't you stay up here with Faraday?

- I like this idea. - I agree.

- Hey.

- Hey.

- No wait, Mya?

(Jane sighs)

(pensive music)

Mya?

(pensive music)

Mya, you can't just run off like that, it's dangerous.

(Mya speaking in foreign language)

(eerie music)

- Teplov: Don't shit yourself.

- Oh I won't.

- God damn.

(eerie music)

- Wait.

Yeah, I wouldn't touch it if I were you.

(gasoline sloshing) (pensive music)

- Teplov: Gasoline.

(pensive music)

- Hey, what is it?

What is it?

- Come down and see for yourself.

(can clattering)

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

- I'll be damned.

- Jerry! It's a goddamn Kraut!

(Mya speaking in foreign language)

- We gotta open it.

- Eh, naw.

No we don't.

- I think they're gonna open it.

- Blithering idiots.

Are you barking mad?

You've got no idea what's in there.

It could be a trap.

- You know, I'm startin' to think

that shortbread here has got a point.

- Look, put a lid on it Bigelow.

This man knows what happened on this ship.

I'd like to know as well, wouldn't you?

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

- Fritz: Americana?

- Yeah, yeah Americana, yeah.

- You are Australian.

- He doesn't know the difference mate.

- We're going to open the door.

Do you understand?

(Sinclair speaking in foreign language)

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

- I can't say.

Yeah.

(Sinclair speaking in foreign language)

Sure you wanna do this?

- Yeah.

Yeah I do.

- You want me to take gun?

- I got it.

- If you have to shoot, don't miss.

- If it comes to it, I won't.

- Relax.

(metal tapping)

Okay.

(Sinclair speaking in foreign language)

(levers clanging) (tense music)

(door creaking) (tense music)

- Whoa, whoa, whoa, wait!

- Put it down.

- Bigelow: What's happening?

- Jackson: Shut up.

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

- Okay, look at me. - What?

What?

- Yeah.

Relax.

Hey, yeah look at me.

Put the gun down.

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

Jackson?

- Shit.

(Sinclair speaking in foreign language)

- Yeah?

(Sinclair speaking in foreign language)

Calm down, calm down.

Jackson, relax.

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

- We wanna talk, yeah?

(Sinclair speaking in foreign language)

Calm down, calm down.

- Kind tricks?

- Kind, kind tricks.

No tricks.

No tricks.

Yeah.

(Sinclair speaking in foreign language)

Okay.

Looks like we're gettin' somewhere.

- That beast!

That beast (speaking in foreign language)!

- Huh?

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

- Put it down!

- Shoot him.

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

- What's he sayin' Sinclair?

- He's spooked.

- Well no shit.

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

- Do it!

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

- Do it! - Sinclair!

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

(shots firing)

(Jane screams)

(shots firing)

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

- It's jammed.

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

- Faraday: Well, I'd better get out of the way.

- Where you goin'?

- Shoot him!

(Fritz speaking in foreign language)

(Jane whimpering) (dramatic music)

Shoot him!

(shots firing) (dramatic music)

(Jackson groans)

(shots firing) (dramatic music)

(Fritz grunts) (pensive music)

- Jackson?

- Bloody Jesus, is anybody alive down there?

Oh man.

(pensive music)

- Oh.

- Anything else up your sleeve?

(pensive music)

Here.

Bigelow?

- You're shot.

(pensive music)

- I'm fine.

(Teplov groaning) (pensive music)

(sombre music)

- Sinclair: Bigelow?

- Gravy buddy.

Gravy.

(sombre music)

(Mya speaking in foreign language)

- Not safe.

Just wait.

What was he so afraid of?

(pensive music) (ship creaking)

- Hey ho, can I have a gun?

(ship creaking)

(Sinclair grunts)

- You can have the knife.

- Actually, I'm okay.

- Sinclair: Suit yourself.

(ship creaking)

Well, it looks like Fritz was plannin' on stayin' awhile.

- Yeah.

Home sweet home.

(ship creaking) (eerie music)

- Jane: We need to apply pressure.

(Teplov groans)

- Teplov: I've had worse (groaning).

- Jane: This'll work.

Here you go.

(latch clicks) (eerie music)

(Bigelow whistles)

- Sweet mother Mary.

Hey Sinclair?

We're gonna be rich.

- Why?

(pensive music)

No we won't.

You gotta hold off on the celebrations mate.

- Yeah, but this is what I'm talkin' about.

This is what I've been talkin' about man.

This is it.

This is lady luck is finally smilin' down on us.

- Ain't worth Buckley's if we don't make it home.

(pensive music) (ship creaking)

(eerie music) (voices whispering)

What in the devil?

We maybe wanna keep this to ourselves?

- Oh yeah, 'cause that worked so well last time.

Actually, you know what?

I'm actually okay with that.

We can keep this to ourselves.

(gold clinking)

(pensive music)

- It's just a little bit of blood Mya, he'll be fine.

- Teplov, big enough?

(pensive music)

Here you go.

- Teplov: Thank you.

(Mya speaking in foreign language)

- No, no sorry.

No one.

- Yeah uh, just a couple of old boxes.

- Yeah.

Looks like Fritz was all on his own.

- Well, that's good yes?

- Yeah.

Except we still don't know why.

- Oh, well first thing's first.

I need to get Alexander to a sickbay.

(water splashing) (wind whistling)

(eerie music) (ship creaking)

Mya, stop dawdling, hm?

(ship creaking)

Once I get that bullet out you'll need just a few stitches.

- What I need is a drink.

- You and me both.

(liquid sloshing)

- Ought to take the sting off.

(Teplov speaking in foreign language)

- Did you see where Gerard went?

- Screw him.

He's a deserter.

- Wouldn't want us to look for you?

- I wouldn't go runnin' off in the first place.

(liquid sloshing)

- I'm gonna head back to the captain's quarters.

I'll keep an eye out for Faraday.

Got one left, if you need it.

Come on Bigelow.

- I never liked these things.

(ship creaking)

(Faraday panting) (ship creaking)

Now, this may sting a little.

(Teplov groaning) (pensive music)

- You think that buckle head down there

just locked himself in there

just to get away from his captain?

- Don't know.

(pensive music)

- You know, I heard flyboys talkin' about gremlins

causing all kinds of trouble for the aircrafts.

It's givin' me the heebie jeebies just thinkin' about it.

- Gremlins?

- Yeah, gremlins.

(Faraday panting) (ship creaking)

(blood gushing) (Teplov panting)

- There you go.

That's the worst part over.

(bullet clinking)

- You know, whatever happened on this ship,

it wasn't gremlins.

It was somethin' far more real.

And ever strange.

(Faraday's hand banging)

- Please, please, please.

(Faraday speaking faintly)

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

(Faraday panting)

(handle rattling)

- Man look.

Fritz from downstairs.

(pensive music)

I've seen this before.

What's this insignia?

- That's some Nazi voodoo shit right there.

That thing's huge.

What is that?

That some kind of safe?

- These bastards were makin' off

with a fortune and artwork and artefacts.

- Maybe that was in those crates downstairs.

Maybe that was...

Maybe there's gold and jewels.

(eerie music)

Yeah, nice little Nazi nest egg.

- Sinclair: Seemed like it.

(pensive music)

(Mya chuckles)

(pensive music)

- Do you think her family's here on this vessel?

- I don't know.

If there's one thing this war's

good for it's making orphans.

(pensive music)

- Surely?

Wait.

Yes.

Yes.

(radio whirring)

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Mayday.

Mayday.

Can anyone hear me?

(radio static crackling) (hand thumping)

Is anybody there?

Mayday.

(radio static crackling)

- Jane: You said you had a family?

- Yeah.

The Nazis, they come for my village.

They shoot the old, the weak.

They killed my father in front of me.

They uh, take my mother and sister.

I knew I would not be seeing them again.

- I'm so sorry.

(sombre music)

(scissors snipping)

All done.

(ship creaking)

Let's see how this is going.

- Your daughter?

How old was she?

(sombre music)

- She would've been 12 this year but the blitz.

(sombre music)

(Jane sighs)

It's impossible not to be reminded of her.

You know, part of me's scared of

this war ending because then I'll go home.

(sombre music)

And she won't be there waiting for me.

My husband, he's lost in Africa.

I know he won't be coming back.

This bloody war,

takes everything from you, gives you nothing back.

- What were they up to?

(eerie music)

What the hell is this?

(eerie music) (pages flipping)

Hey Bigelow, look.

(pensive music)

Oi?

(ship creaking)

Bigelow?

(footsteps thudding) (ship creaking)

- Sorry Mr. Jackson but to the victor go the spoils.

(pensive music)

Oh.

Lady luck, you are one beautiful minx.

(eerie music)

(wood creaking) (eerie music)

(lid thuds)

(Bigelow laughs) (eerie music)

I hustled my way out of a war

and I'm still gonna come out on top.

(eerie music)

(wood creaks) (eerie music)

(board thuds)

(voices whispering) (tribal music)

(axe thuds)

(pensive music)

- Bigelow?

(pensive music)

(lid thuds)

(eerie music)

Bigelow?

(Bigelow gasps)

(The Patriarch inhales) (eerie music)

- Get fucked.

(The Patriarch munching) (Bigelow screaming)

Bigelow!

(The Patriarch snarling) (eerie music)

(The Patriarch shrieking) (eerie music)

(Sinclair screaming) (dramatic music)

(Mya speaking in foreign language)

- Yes Mya, we'll keep looking I promise you.

(eerie music) (Jane gasps)

(Jane sighs)

(eerie music)

(voices whispering)

(Mya shrieking) (Jane screaming)

(Teplov groans)

(Mya snarls)

(Jane groans)

(Teplov groaning) (Mya snarling)

Mya?

(hand whacks)

(Jane thuds)

(eerie music) (Mya snarling)

(Jane's heartbeat pounding) (Mya snarling)

(shot firing)

(Mya shrieking)

- Miss Prescott?

(Mya shrieking) (eerie music)

(Jane gasps)

Hey, hey, hey.

You okay?

(eerie music) (all panting)

- Mya, she--

- Sinclair: Hey?

- She...

- I know.

(eerie music)

I need to show you somethin'.

(radio static crackling)

- Mayday.

Um, mayday.

Can anyone hear me?

(radio static crackling)

Mayday.

(man speaking in foreign language)

Yes, yes, yes I can hear you.

(man speaking in foreign language)

- Um, English, English.

Uh...

Speak the English better.

- Man: English?

- Yes.

Yes.

I'm English.

I'm, I'm on one of your vessels.

- Man: Anyone else on board?

- Everybody's dead.

The captain went mad I'm telling you.

- Man: What is your position?

- Oh, um...

(map rustling)

Somewhere...

It's somewhere in the North Atlantic.

I don't know.

I'm not a navigator.

(eerie music)

(Faraday sighs)

- Man: Come in English.

(pensive music) (radio static crackling)

- My name is Gerard Faraday,

and I am a code breaker with British Intelligence.

If you help me, if you rescue me,

I can provide you with vital information,

classified information.

(pensive music) (radio static crackling)

Listen my name is Gerard-- - We will send help English.

Stay on the radio.

- Man: We will attempt to triangulate your position.

- Thank God.

(ship creaking) (Faraday panting)

(Mya shrieking)

(thunder rumbling)

(film reel ticking) (upbeat music)

(singing in foreign language) (film reel ticking)

(eerie music) (film reel ticking)

- My guess is uh, they brought these caskets onboard.

One of these things got out, slaughtered the crew.

- Jane and Sinclair: Mya.

- Yeah, she was the only one on the ship.

The captain must've figured out what was goin' on.

Killed as many as he could.

Wrecked the life boats, turned the ship off course.

(eerie music)

(film reel ticking) (singing in foreign language)

(projector whirring)

It's these monsters.

This is what killed Bigelow.

This ugly bastard.

- Please, please.

(eerie music)

It's, it's not possible.

Strigoi.

- What?

- Strigoi.

Fairytales.

Something my grandfather used to tell us.

- This isn't exactly a fairytale Alexander.

(eerie music) (ship creaking)

(Teplov speaking in foreign language)

- Strigoi is the living dead.

Shape shifters.

They, they, they move by night, hunting.

Changing shape and appearance.

They command armies of animals and insects.

(Teplov speaking in foreign language)

That's what bedtime stories to, to frighten children.

- Alexander?

Alex?

Hey?

Hey?

Did these bedtime stories,

did they tell you how to kill the bastards?

(Teplov speaking in foreign language)

Yeah?

Yeah?

- These uh, holy weapons.

Relics and stuff.

- There's a box of this stuff down in the cargo hold.

It's locked in there with the one that killed Bigelow.

- Okay.

So, only little girl we have to worry about.

- And Faraday.

He's still out there on his own.

(eerie music) (ship creaking)

- Let's hope he's as smart as he thinks he is.

(pensive music)

(The Patriarch snarling) (chains rattling)

(pensive music) (nails screeching)

(singing in foreign language) (nails tapping)

(singing in foreign language) (The Patriarch snarling)

(singing in foreign language) (The Patriarch snarling)

(eerie music)

(rat squeaking)

(Mya snarls) (rat squeaking)

(Mya chomping) (eerie music)

(ship creaking)

(exhaust hissing) (rat squeaking)

- Faraday?

(pensive music) (exhaust hissing)

Faraday?

- Gerard?

(pensive music) (exhaust hissing)

Gerard?

- Faraday?

- Gerard?

- Hey?

Gerard? (Faraday groaning)

Gerard?

(eerie music)

- Gerard?

(Faraday gasping) (eerie music)

- You know nothing of death.

(eerie music)

(The Patriarch snarling) (eerie music)

(Faraday chuckling) (eerie music)

(The Patriarch snarling) (eerie music)

(bones cracking)

(Strigoi snarling) (eerie music)

We must show you what it means to embrace death.

To welcome it,

with open arms.

- It is your nature to fear what you do not understand.

- Gerard, stop.

- Faraday?

- It is not Faraday.

(eerie music)

Strigoi.

(Faraday snarls) (eerie music)

(The Patriarch snarls) (eerie music)

- Wait!

Wait!

Wait!

(Faraday sobbing) (eerie music)

Wait.

- Teplov.

(Faraday sobbing) (eerie music)

(The Patriarch snarls) (eerie music)

(Teplov groans)

(Sinclair yells) (eerie music)

(The Patriarch roars)

(Teplov coughs)

(eerie music)

- Do it!

Do it.

(Sinclair choking) (eerie music)

- You are already dead.

You simply do not know it yet.

- Do it!

(dramatic music)

(The Patriarch shrieks)

(Sinclair gasping) (pensive music)

- Why?

(Jane whimpers)

(blood gushing)

(The Patriarch snarling)

(Faraday thuds)

(Faraday whimpering)

- You stabbed me.

- Just breathe Gerard, breathe.

(Faraday sobbing)

I'll get you to sickbay.

You'll be right as rain.

(eerie music) (Faraday sobbing)

- Faraday: Where are we?

(Faraday gasping)

- You're going home Gerard.

(Faraday gasping) (eerie music)

- It's autumn there now.

(Faraday sobbing) (eerie music)

(Faraday mumbling) (eerie music)

- You did what you had to do.

(Jane gasps)

(The Patriarch snarling)

(The Patriarch laughing) (The Matriarch snarling)

- Teplov: What is this?

- It's a big fucker.

- All of this because of one little girl.

What if this big one gets out?

- Sinclair: We can't let it happen.

(pensive music)

- Let's end this.

(exhaust hissing)

Mya?

Mya?

(pensive music) (exhaust hissing)

Mya, where are you?

(Mya snarling)

(exhaust hissing) (pensive music)

(Mya shrieking) (dramatic music)

(Jane gasping) (dramatic music)

(Mya snarling) (dramatic music)

(Mya gasping) (pensive music)

(gasoline splashing) (pensive music)

- Mommy?

(eerie music)

- Milly?

- Mommy, I'm scared.

(Jane panting) (eerie music)

Mommy, please?

- That's my daughter, that's her.

- You can save me this time.

- Milly?

- It's not her. (Jane sobs)

It's not her.

- No! - Mommy let me out please!

- Let me in!

- You can save me this time mommy, please!

- Let go of me!

- It's not her!

It's not your daughter.

(eerie music) (Sinclair panting)

(Mya snarling) (eerie music)

Do it.

(Jane sobbing)

Do it!

(flames crackling) (Mya shrieking)

(The Matriarch gasping) (Mya shrieking)

(The Patriarch shrieking) (Mya shrieking)

(Mya shrieking) (eerie music)

(The Matriarch snarling) (eerie music)

(Jane gasping) (eerie music)

(singing in foreign language) (Jane gasping)

(The Patriarch shrieking) (eerie music)

- Miss Prescott?

I'll meet you at the captain's quarters.

- Right, that'll do.

(singing in foreign language)

(The Patriarch shrieking) (The Matriarch snarls)

(singing in foreign language)

(The Patriarch munching) (eerie music)

(Teplov gasping) (pensive music)

- Teplov: Sinclair?

(pensive music) (objects clattering)

(flare gun clicking) (pensive music)

- Miss Prescott?

(eerie music) (wind whistling)

Miss Prescott?

(eerie music)

(Teplov panting) (eerie music)

(ship creaking) (eerie music)

(voices whispering) (eerie music)

(ship creaking) (eerie music)

(dramatic music)

(glass shatters) (The Patriarch groaning)

- Strigoi.

(shot firing) (The Patriarch shrieking)

(wind whistling) (flag anchor clanging)

- The Matriarch: Nathan?

- Jane?

- Nathan?

I'm waiting for you.

(wind whistling)

(The Matriarch sighs)

Come to me my darling.

(eerie music) (wind whistling)

I've been waiting so long.

So long.

- Shelly?

- Come back to me husband.

(eerie music) (wind whistling)

Come.

Come back to me husband.

Come.

We'll be together again.

We'll be together again.

(eerie music)

(The Matriarch exhales)

- But that other fella?

I thought I lost you.

- I'm right here.

(Sinclair laughs)

- I've been waiting a long time.

(eerie music)

- Sinclair!

(eerie music)

(shot firing)

(dramatic music)

(Sinclair yells) (The Matriarch shrieking)

(shots firing) (Teplov screaming)

(Teplov exhales)

(The Matriarch shrieking)

Sinclair?

(The Matriarch screeching)

- Wait for me.

(The Matriarch sobbing)

What are you doing?

Why?

Why?

Why?

(The Matriarch screaming)

(Sinclair screams)

(The Matriarch screams) (axe thuds)

(Sinclair screams)

(axe thudding) (blood gushing)

(Sinclair gasping) (dramatic music)

(The Patriarch shrieking) (eerie music)

(Sinclair gasping) (wind whistling)

(Teplov spits)

- They are not so easy to kill, no?

(Teplov panting)

- Not so easy to kill, no.

(Teplov groaning)

- You hurt?

(Teplov groans) (wind whistling)

I've been through worse.

(wind whistling)

Miss Prescott?

(boat horn blaring)

Ship.

- The flare.

Teplov, again.

Signal the ship.

- No, that was last one.

What if it is German, hm?

- Better for the Nazis.

Piece of piss mate.

(The Patriarch shrieking) (wind whistling)

Strigoi.

We can't let the Strigoi off the ship.

- Teplov: We won't.

- We gotta find Miss Prescott.

- Find Miss Prescott, signal ship, kill Strigoi.

(pensive music)

- What's your plan?

- We blow it up.

We blow up ship.

- We find Miss Prescott.

- Jackson, he said chain reaction could blow up ship.

We get to munitions room,

we detonate shell, blow up boiler, boom.

- You're right, boom.

- Yeah?

- You're as mad as a cut snake.

- Piece of piss mate.

(pensive music)

(foot thuds)

(pensive music)

(The Patriarch speaking in foreign language)

(pensive music)

- That looks promising.

(pensive music)

(metal clanging) (pensive music)

(door creaking) (pensive music)

(Strigoi snarling)

(Strigoi shrieks) (dramatic music)

(Sinclair yells) (dramatic music)

(men gasping) (Strigoi thumping)

(Sinclair chuckles)

Got another plan?

(Teplov gasping) (Strigoi thumping)

- Open door.

- Teplov and Sinclair: Kill Strigoi.

- All right, well I've been killin' monsters for years.

A few more won't hurt.

(men chuckling) (ship creaking)

Can't promise you're not gonna get anymore scars.

- Yeah, more scars, more stories.

- That's the spirit.

(Teplov panting)

Wanna trade?

- No.

(pensive music)

(Teplov yells) (Sinclair yells)

(Strigoi snarling) (dramatic music)

(weapons thudding) (men grunting)

(blood splattering) (dramatic music)

(Sinclair gasping) (Teplov gasping)

(dramatic music)

- Hey.

(dramatic music) (men panting)

Now we know what happened to the crew (panting).

- And what we will happen to me.

- What?

- Bite marks like this.

- No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, naw.

- I think when Strigoi attack,

what doesn't kill you makes you one of them.

So--

- So no, come on. - No, no, no, no,

- Come on! - no, no, no, no.

You go all right?

You find Miss Prescott.

I will set off explosion.

- No, no.

- Yes. - No.

- Yes.

Please.

- Mate.

(gentle music)

- I hope you see your wife again.

No.

I hope she's happy.

(gentle music)

You tell her baby,

there are not so many monsters in the world today,

as there were yesterday.

Okay?

You tell her.

(gentle music)

(men grunting) (gentle music)

(Teplov exhales)

(gentle music)

(ship creaking) (pensive music)

- Whoa!

Jane?

Come on, come on, come on!

- No, Nathan! - Come on.

What?

- No. - What?

- Oh, are you all right?

- It's not my blood.

(eerie music)

Come on, come on, come on.

- No, Nathan?

- Sinclair: What?

What's wrong?

(boat horn blaring)

Come on.

We're not beat yet.

We ain't beat yet.

Come on!

(footsteps thudding) (pensive music)

We gotta find the ship.

Come on.

(pensive music)

- Jane come on.

Come on, Teplov's gonna blow the ship.

- What? - Come on.

(eerie music)

(Teplov groaning) (dramatic music)

We don't have time.

Come on!

(dramatic music)

I can see it!

(dramatic music)

(singing in foreign language)

(The Patriarch growls)

(singing in foreign language)

We have to jump.

- No, I can't.

- Sinclair: We don't have a choice.

(Teplov groaning)

(singing in foreign language)

(nails tapping) (singing in foreign language)

- You have to leave me.

- What are you talking about?

(singing in foreign language)

(Teplov screaming) (skin sizzling)

(singing in foreign language)

(The Patriarch shrieks)

(explosion booming)

- No!

(explosion booming)

(Sinclair gasping)

- Miss Prescott?

(ship clanging)

(eerie music)

(Sinclair gasping) (eerie music)

Miss Prescott?

Miss Prescott?

Miss?

Look, look a ship!

It's a ship.

Miss Prescott?

It's British. (British yelling)

Hey, hey!

Hey!

(eerie music)

You okay?

(dramatic music)

(Jane exhales) (dramatic music)

- Soldier: Let the medic through.

- Medic: Stand aside gentlemen, give her a hand.

- There. - Bring this there.

- You're safe now Miss.

Did anybody else make it off alive?

- No.

Only me.

(Jane sighs) (eerie music)

This bloody war.

(tribal music)

(singing in foreign language)

(pensive music)

(singing in foreign language)