All language subtitles for Shackleton.2002.DVDRip.DivX-SMB.CD2

Shh...

Lie still.

You'll only disturb
the bandages.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I...

I woke up
and I couldn't see.

No one can see
at the moment.

It's still dark.

What time is it?

It's just after 3:00.

Well, then, it won't be-

not completely dark.

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

Oh, I can smell it-

out walking
past an orchard.

What's your name?

Eleanor.

That's pretty.

Eleanor who?

Shackleton.

Like the explorer?

Yes, like the explorer.

Old man Hawkins knew him
himself.

Oh, it must be quiet there.

None of the artillery there.

No bloody sun either, right?

That's right.

Dark all day.

Dark all bloody day...

just like the rest of us.

Hello, someone in there?

Colonel?

Are you in there?

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

Trying to get
some sleep.

In the storeroom?

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

Listen to that.

It's the ice
starting to move.

You can feel it
underneath your feet,

like an ant standing
on the back of an elephant.

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

One way or another, yes.

Where do you get all this stuff?

I collect it.

Just things nobody wants;

things that might come
in useful one day.

Bent nails?

I use them for cleaning
the tins.

Oh, I see, the tins?

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

I don't think so, sir.

I think I'm rather sensible.

Ready?

Very still.

And... now!

Of course everybody in the
office knows my real name,

but they're too polite
to show it.

Whenever there's any Arctic news
in the paper,

they leave the page open
casually for me

and then watch.

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

We're celebrity
of a kind, I suppose.

Anyway, how's school?

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

Well, I finished
at the Guild Hall.

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

Don't make fun of me-
I got a job.

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

No.

I answered an advertisement
in The Era.

I'm going to be
in a play

at the Empire Theatre
in Penge

from August 5.

Penge in August?

You out of your mind?

I have to start somewhere.

I can't go on saying
I want something

and not doing anything about it.

Your brother at least
taught me that.

Well, consider me rebuked.

But Penge?

I thought it was still
bearbaiting and lewd dancing.

I'd no idea they went
to the theater.

Well, they do...

for 15 minutes, anyway.

It's a one-act play.

Fifteen minutes?

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

You're going to be doing a turn.

The unmistakable sound of the
English enjoying themselves.

What is it?

Rum- have some.

I wouldn't normally,
you know.

My mum doesn't approve.

I suppose Midwinter's Day
is special.

Dear beloved.

As your pastor,
the Reverend Bubbling Love

I would like to welcome you
personally...

to the Midwinter's Day festivity

and in particular to our
chairman of our parish council,

Sir Interesting Shockleton.

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

I wrote, like,
from Buenos Aires,

but... with the war
and all that,

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

Maybe it's better
if she thinks

you're back there with
those South American girls.

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

the girls, I mean.

I hope she did get
the letter.

I wouldn't like her
not knowing.

Bloody hell!

Come and take a look
at this, boys.

You've got to see it.

Gentlemen.

My name is...

Lola.

I come from...

Espana.

Where the sun...

shines.

Look at this!

You come to me,
lassie!

Arriba! Ol?!

There he is.

Come on, then, sir,

give us a bloody encore.

If you insist, boatswain.

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

we're in trouble, Frankie.

Yes, boss.

Lady Shackleton,
if the landing was impossible

he would have returned to
South Georgia for the winter.

We must assume he's decided
to keep the Endurance with him

which means we won't
hear anything

until the ice starts breaking up
around Christmas.

I feel that I have no
right to worry at all

when so many are receiving
such terrible news from France.

The public want to hear about
something other than war-

something that reminds them
what we're fighting for.

That's why I wanted
to explain

that we'll be running
some articles

from various experts

speculating on what may
be happening to your husband.

This is to keep
the public interested

so that when
we do get news,

they'll be ready for it.

I understand, Mr. Perris.

He wouldn't like
to be forgotten.

It's starting
to break up.

The temperature was
23 degrees and rising

at first light this morning.

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

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

before it falls again.

Which direction?

What?

Which direction?

Do we go on?

Or do we go back?

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

But the Ross Sea party

should have started laying
their depots by now.

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

don't you, Frankie?

Yes, boss.

Besides, I could do
with the exercise.

Good, come on, then.

I'm starting a 24-hour watch

on the state of the ice,

relieved every hour,

and no one is to leave the ship
without permission.

Is that understood?

Chippy, I want a proper
wheelhouse built

for the steersman.

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

You can use the wood
from the shore hut.

Yes, boss.

Colonel, 72 days' rations

for every man packed
on the sledges

and ready on deck from tomorrow.

Yes, sir.

You did say you wanted
the rations

on the sledges.

I did.

We must face
the possibility

that our ship
could be damaged

or even destroyed.

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

But don't worry.

The weather is on our side.

The summer is on its way.

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

Let's make a start.

Thank you.

...with the sun
circling round the sky

day after day without setting,

the Stars and Stripes
were planted

and the record left
with a piece of the flag.

Go back over
that bit again

where they talked
about the tracker.

No, I want to hear
what he says next.

What's so funny?

Peary talking about
reaching the North Pole.

Yes?

The boss doesn't
think he did.

Here, in the midst
of great fields of heavy ice

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

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

with the sun circling
round the sky

day after day without setting,

the Stars and Stripes
were planted

and the record left...

What's going on?

The ice is shifting.

Can she take it?

Nah, she's built wrong.

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

She's not rising.

It's got a grip on her.

Melt again
in the morning-

be back to normal.

Glad you think
this is normal.

Where's the skipper?

He's already
down there.

The damage's
on the port bow.

It's hard to say
how bad it is.

Are the pumps working?

The iron pumps
are frozen.

We're doing what we can
with the bilges

but it's no good
against this.

She's whole
beneath the water.

What do you think?

We've no access
to the hole.

Best I can do
is to seal it off.

A coffer dam?

Yes, sir.

Right, take
what you need.

Lay the trestles flat.

There we are.

Ready?

As we'll ever be.

Go careful now.

Don't worry.

I always wanted to work
in the circus.

How are they doing
at the pumps, Skipper?

We're working
three-hour shifts-

15 minutes on,
15 minutes off.

We'll keep it up
through the night.

I'll take a turn
after dinner.

Where's the prince?

With Chippy
building the dam.

Dinner is served.

Have you done this before?

Only once.

Will it hold?

If the ice
doesn't shift it.

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

We can't hold out
against this.

We've had the pumps
going for 48 hours,

and the water's
still rising.

The men can't take it
much longer.

I know.

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

They're not going
to find it easy.

Well, it'll cheer
the dogs up anyway.

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

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

Gently does it,
Frankie.

Right.

Have you done
a tent allocation?

Yes.

Better put Mr. Hurley with me...

where I can keep an eye on him.

Over there.

Secure it next to
the other cutter.

And then we'll
go back for the last.

Suddenly makes our
freezing little cabin

seem rather warm
and solid, doesn't it?

Are we sleeping
here tonight?

Dinner's on board.

That's all I know.

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

when we've finished dinner.

Yes, boss.

Everyone please make sure
you bring your diaries.

Boss.

Anyone not want
their bannock?

Sorry, I...

Carry on, colonel.

Eat while you can.

For tomorrow we diet.

Ah, but what time
do we die at?

Sorry.

I was just...

Not much point in
washing up, is there?

I never leave a
dirty plate behind me.

We must leave it
spic-and-span.

Besides, we never
know when

we might
be coming back.

Boss?

Yes?

Shall I give the order
to abandon?

How are the men?

Ready.

I think they're
relieved in a way.

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

The King?

"Make sure you bring it back."

Those were his words.

I think we should do
what we were ordered to

and take it home, don't you?

Well, don't
just stand there.

Give the order.

Go on.

Yes, boss.

Abandon ship!

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

We've been working
at the pumps.

I'll just
get my jacket.

There's no time!

The boss said come
back for it later!

Come on!

That's everyone, boss.

After you, then, Frank.

I want to run
the end setup.

No surrender.

Right.

But we shouldn't
be too long.

She's very restless.

Come on!

Well, Orde-Lees.

Looks like we got
in the nick, this time.

I don't know, sir.

At least it'll make
your book more exciting.

You think so?

Well, maybe you're
right at that.

Thank you for your efforts
today, gentlemen.

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

We have 18 sleeping bags

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

Each man please take a match.

Those that choose
the shortest ones get a blanket.

And I seem to have
earned myself a blanket.

Frank will you give you
the tent allocations.

Get some rest, everyone.

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

Tent number one:

The boss,

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

You all right, skipper?

Look, there's
a light still on.

Emergency light,
skipper.

Battery's come on.

It's like a heartbeat.

As though she was telling us
she was still alive.

I could see what he was up to.

But I was too
clever for him.

I took the other match.

Almost as clever
as the rest of us.

What do you mean?

Well, have a look
around you, mate.

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

I hope Mrs. Chippy's
house trained.

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

We'll never survive
in small boats.

It's been done before.

Not with 28 of us.

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

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

Did you
sleep at all?

I had the choice
of thinking lying down

or thinking standing up.

Standing up
seemed more useful.

How is she?

Well, she sunk a little lower,

but she seems steady
at the moment.

Still a lot of things
we could salvage.

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

Half of these men have never
traveled on snow before.

Come on.

Room service.

There you go, Frank.

Rise and shine!

It's a beautiful morning
out there!

Guests wishing
to have their shoes shined,

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

Something hot?

Chippy, we need to get
some sort of a runner

fitted to the cutters
so we can drag them.

You think you could
get that organized today?

Aye.

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

And keep her away from the dogs.

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

Aye.

We know that, don't we, darling?

Steady.

Down.

Step right up, gentlemen!

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

warm and dry!

The latest fashions
in men's undergarments.

Must be sold today,

we're going out
of business tomorrow.

Don't be shy now, gentlemen,

step right up
and help yourselves.

It's going to be
bloody hard

pulling a boat
over this stuff

if we can't even get
a sled through.

There's no alternative.

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

You don't think
we should wait?

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

This pack
is drifting north.

If we wait for it
to break up-

if it does break up-

we may find ourselves

in the middle
of the south Atlantic.

How much chance do you
think we stand there

in open boats
with 28 men and no food?

Our ship and our stores
have gone,

so I think it's time
we went home.

After the excitements
of yesterday

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

dry or otherwise,

so I intend to make
for the nearest.

Here, now look.

Robertson Island.

Now, we'll establish
a base there,

then I'll take
a smaller party

across here,
Graham Land

to Wilhelmina Bay.

Now, whalers from
Deception Island use this

and it's our shortest
route to rescue.

Right.

Everything we need

must be carried on the sledges.

I'm therefore allowing each man

only two pounds' weight
of personal possessions.

That includes your diaries,
your shaving kit,

your eating utensils.

Everything else must go.

I mean everything.

It's of no use to us now.

We can carry nothing
except what keeps us alive.

And that includes animals,
I'm afraid.

I'm sorry, Chippy,
no pets.

This is the Bible,
presented to us

by Her Majesty Queen Alexandra.

I'm keeping three pages.

This is one of them.

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

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

Let's get on with it, boys.

Are they with you?

Yes, boss.

Well done, boys.

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

We haven't even begun.

It's McNeish, sir.

Thank you, Frank.

She won't stand
a chance out there.

The dogs will
tear her to pieces,

and you know it.

Let me take her.

She's a bloody he.

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

My job now
is to make sure you all live-

every single one of you.

To do that, I cannot afford
to be sentimental.

If I am, you will die.

Die frozen, die starving,
die mad.

I've seen it before.

I do not intend to see it again.

Now, it's been
brought to my attention

that one or two people here

may have picked up items
discarded by others yesterday.

Don't look so worried,
boatswain.

I have a confession to make.

I am one of those guilty people.

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

A poetry book- Robert Browning.

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

called "Prospice."

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

Let's make this our best,
shall we?

Robertson Island!

Robertson Island!

Five miles a day!

Five miles a day!

Right there, you are.

Can I have the next?

Hudson and Macklin have already
scouted this floe.

They reckon
it's over a mile square.

Well, that should give us
some stability.

Five miles a day
is obviously impossible,

so we have two alternatives.

Travel slow and risk
running out of food,

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

try to get out by boat.

I think we could get

some more supplies off the ship

before she disappears
completely.

That way we could preserve
the sledding rations.

Good idea.

Skipper?

I think we should stay here
and see what happens.

Very well.

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

but I don't want
anybody digging in.

We have to be ready
to move at any time.

Frank, you take who you want.

Get back to the ship
in the morning.

No heroics.

Yes, boss.

I've got it.

Marzipan.

That does it,
I've gotten hungry now.

Walnuts.

Another weight
off me mind.

Keep going!

We're in
the right place.

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

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

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

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

Oh, God, she's
bloody useless!

Now the bloody bottom's
burned out!

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

Charlie, where
are you going?

I'm bloody going home.

This is bloody stupid!

I've had enough.

Look, this must be
dump camp.

What?

All our stuff.

It's all here somewhere.

Hundreds of pounds of it,
just thrown away-

such a ruddy waste.

You won't find
anything now.

Ice melts, everything
sinks, ice freezes,

it's gone-
simple as that.

Someone's had a go. Look.

Could be penguins.

Penguins looking for gold
sovereigns, I presume.

16 years I had
that bicycle.

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

Come on.

What are you doing?

Looking for my film.

It's down there, underwater.

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

but I can't reach.

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

You're crazy.

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

if you don't drown first.

Can't reach far enough
on my own.

I'm not going without them.

Pull!

There's another one.

She's on the move.

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

Where's he gone?

I don't bloody know.

Get him out. Come on!

Pull!

Let's get his
circulation going.

She's going!

Let's get him out.

All right. Just get
the bloody film.

Take the cans.

Frank, we can't carry
any more weight.

I'm not leaving
them behind.

I have 28 lives
to consider.

So have I!

And one year of each of those
28 lives is in these pictures.

What's the point of our survival

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

and if we don't make it,

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

Without these,
we've done nothing...

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

How many are there?

520.

Well, perhaps we
could take a box.

Not enough.

200- you make
the selection.

100, and we make
the selection together. Deal?

150.

Deal?

Deal.

Penguins, two,
regarding cameraman

with amorous expression.

No more penguins.

View of South Georgia,
slightly out of focus,

sea captain in foreground.

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

Close shot- mad storekeeper
in silly hat.

Staring at camera
with glazed expression.

No, too depressing.

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

We'll keep it.

Cantankerous old man standing
on prow of ship.

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

and old.

Cancel that career
as a Hollywood photographer.

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

When did you take this?

First day we played football
on the ice.

I never thought of her
as beautiful-

always seemed dumpy, somehow;
heavy around the waist.

Well, she's what I see now.

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

whose hard work has contrived

to give us a safer
and more seaworthy way home.

Well done.

I would like to christen them
today after three people

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

TheStancomb-Wills
after my dear friend,

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

The Dudley Docker,under
the command of Captain Worsley.

And the James Cairn,
which I will myself command.

No champagne, I'm afraid.

She's going, boys.

It's as though
she never existed.

Nothing.

Not even a dent
in the bloody ice,

yet she was right here.

"Out of whose womb came the ice,

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

"The waters are hid
as with stone,

And the face of the deep
is frozen."

Thank you for saving
the pictures.

You were right.

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

and they're not always enough.

You start a fire
here at the bottom

using a little wood and petrol
to get it going.

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

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

spilling back into the fire

increasing the intensity
of the heat.

And the smoke.

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

Yes.
Well done, Frank.

Hudson!

Distract her,
for God's sake.

Not like that.

Pretend to be a seal.

Well, that didn't work.

It just disappeared.

That's because you
were waving your arms.

Seals don't have arms.

The don't wear
silly hats, either.

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

Look, there's another one.

Right there.

Cheetham.

Whose is this?

Vincent.

Whose is this?

Bakewell.

Whose is this?

McNeish.

Whose is this?

Blackborow.

Whose is this?

It's a trick, isn't it?

What is?

How you call them out?

What are you
talking about?

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

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

Don't be ridiculous.

Oh, you don't care, do you?

You're the storeman.

You can have what you like.

How dare you say that?

Shut up, Colonel!

Blackborow.

Skipper.

You can choose
the names tomorrow.

Me, sir?

Now let's get
some sleep.

Maybe it's the other way around.

The ice is getting less stable.

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

We're organized.

We could average two,

maybe three miles a day.

We'll never manage
all three boats.

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

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

Yes, I do.

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

We'll strike camp
tomorrow.

The men were
looking forward

to celebrating Christmas,
boss.

Then we make tomorrow Christmas.

I don't want to stay
here any longer.

It isn't safe.

Now, we'll have
a feast tomorrow,

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

It's ripping into the hulls.

They'll not take
much more of it.

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

We'll not get everybody
in as it is.

Go to sleep, old man.

Go and look
at the hulls.

I'm not joking.

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

That's enough!

It's suicide.

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

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

Another boat would kill us.

We should have stayed
where we were,

waited for the ice
to break up.

And if it didn't?

What then?

He knows what he's doing.

No, he doesn't.

None of them know
what they're doing.

Good evening, hoop tent.

Evening, boss.

Boss.

Well done today.

I know it was hard,
but thank you.

Skipper says
we're going to have

some better
weather tomorrow,

so get some rest.

Yes, sir.

Sir.

Carry on, then.

Do you think he heard?

Doesn't bloody listen.

How are they?

Tired, pretty fed up.

I think we all feel
much the same.

Wasn't much of a day.

What'd we do, Buddha-
two miles?

Mile and a half, I reckon.

Well, let's hope
we do better tomorrow.

Don't let it come down on you.

To the side.

Hold the back.

Pull.

Hold it at the back.

Let it go, let it go.

Push.

Push astern.

Whoa, whoa, it's caught.

It's caught in the ice.

And... strain.

Take it straight!

Ah, this is bloody stupid!

She's being torn apart.

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

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

Look at the hull.

You're supposed to be
captain of this cutter

and you're tearing
her apart.

He's right.

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

We can inspect any damage
when we make camp.

Now get back to your position.

Bring her around!

No.

That's an order.

From who?

From your captain.

Captain of what?

You've no ship.

We've no ship.

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

And therefore we're
under no compulsion

to do anything
that's bloody stupid.

And for your information,

we're not being
paid, either.

Get back to your positions,
all of you.

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

No ship, no pay.

Every sailor
knows that.

"No ship, no pay"?

I've never heard that before.

Well, get yourself a copy

of ship's articles, admiral.

What is going on here?

McNish here feels that
there are certain...

Get these men back
to work, Captain.

There's a base up ahead,

Charlie's setting up
a tent.

Now, move, and that's an order.

You've no authority.

Don't talk to me about
authority.

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

freezing?

Who gave you the authority
to risk their lives

while you discuss
what you think?

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

Because I told them to.

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

The cutter's been
torn apart.

I don't care about
the bloody cutters!

I care about the bloody men!

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

Well, I'm responsible

for my life, now,

and that means
I don't have to accept

what some bastard who plants
flags in snow for a living

thinks I should do.

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

We don't have to do
what you say.

I am the leader
of this expedition

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

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

and Iwillkeep you alive.

But if you threaten
my expedition,

the lives of my men...

if you become the danger,

then I will have no hesitation
in having you shot.

Aye.

Well, we know how much
you like that.

Get back to your place, McNish.

And you, Vincent.

There's no other way.

Don't think for one second

that I would hesitate
to use this.

Give him a hand behind,
will you, Mac?

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

There's a base
half a mile ahead.

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

Come on!

As some of you
may know,

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

about your contract
of employment.

There seemed
to be some confusion,

which I would like
to straighten out.

I have here a copy
of the contract

which you have all signed,

and I shall read
a part of it

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

"All members of the crew,
without exception,

"are to have
interchangeable duties

"and to perform any duty
onboard, in the boats

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

That means, gentlemen,

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

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

It also means that you
will be paid until that time

with or without
the ship.

Any questions?

McNish?

No.

Sir.

Very good.

Well, then.

If Charlie's ready for us,

I think a little dinner is in order.

Thank you.

Is he all right,
do you think?

No, I don't think he is.

But he won't let
anyone see it.

Leave him to me.

What could he
have hoped to achieve

by confronting me
like that?

Is he mad?

They're tired.

It's hard...

Grubs up, Captain.

Should I tell the boss?

No, leave him be.

He's coming.

But they've no
experience at this.

Well, who does,
for God's sake?

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

Our supplies are low,
our morale is low,

if we don't move
we'll die.

I know.

But some of them
are starting to think

that we're going
to die anyway,

so what's the point
in moving.

Who said that?

Which of them said that?

No one's saying it yet.

It's what they're
starting to think.

They're not going to die.

I will not let them die.

Do you understand?

I will not let them
bloody die.

We just didn't think

that the Endurance
would be away for so long.

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

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

When do you run out
of funds?

Next month.

What about the Royal
Geographical Society?

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

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

in writing.

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

These are families with children
and they are our responsibility.

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

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

If we don't have news
very soon

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

I'm afraid it does.

Well, perhaps the Royal
Geographical Society

should start to worry
about that, too.

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

It's breaking up fast.

We'll be on the water
soon enough.

Perhaps we should
just wait.

You noticed
anything unusual?

No wildlife.

Nothing for three days.

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

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

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

That should help us conserve
our meat supply at least.

Let's get back.

Boss.

What about theStancomb-Wills?

What about it?

I could take a team
and go back for it.

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

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

The ice is too dangerous.

I'm not risking any lives.

Find a way or make one.

What?

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

I think we could do it.

If it's impossible,
we abandon it;

we're no worse off.

Push it...

Hold it there!

All right.

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

All hands! All hands!

Why have we stopped?

It's the boss.

Boss's idea.

Thought you gentlemen
might like a little refreshment.

What is it?

Don't you be rude, now.

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

Get it down you.

Thank you.

Well done.

You're looking a little
overloaded, boatswain.

It's our Christmas
dinner, boss.

Bakewell and me left
most of ours behind.

Did you now?

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

Yes, boss.

Thank you, boss.

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

Relax, colonel.

But that's
a personal supply.

Well, didn't you
bring anything?

No, because you said
that we shouldn't.

Well... perhaps
you should have.

Doesn't seem right

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

Ah, you're wasting your breath.

That bastard
doesn't care.

If those old ladies
back in England

who gave him all the money

knew he was out here
shooting dogs,

they'd shoot him.

Aye.

Well, maybe they'll
find us a cure.

Come on, boy.

Incredible.

Best thing I've ever eaten.

Who's that?

Uh, it's Nelson.

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

He doesn't deserve that.

Don't mix them up.

I want to know
who I'm eating.

What?

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

The Chinese consider
it a delicacy.

Exactly.

Don't all look at me.

It's not my fault.

It's not you.

Can you feel anything?

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

You're right,
it's moving.

We're back
at sea again, boys.

What can you see?

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

What do you
think it is?

I think it's land.

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

You were looking
northwest to here.

It's either Clarence Island
or Elephant Island.

I think it's
Elephant Island.

How far is that?

I'd say
two days' sailing.

Are all the boats packed
and ready to launch?

I feel like
a captain again.

What do you mean?

Well, this floe is about
as big as the Endurance.

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

You can start plotting
your course, sir.

She wouldn't last ten minutes.

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

Watchman, are you alert?!

Yes, boss.

She's starting to split.

Crack! Crack!

Get out, boys, get out!

Jesus Christ!

Man in the water!

Come on!

Give us some help!

Come on!

Come on!

Get him up.

You all right, man?

I lost my bleeding
out there!

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

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

Everyone's clear.

We're out of the pack!

Well, thank God for that.

I didn't think
we stood a chance.

Who says we do?

We've been very lucky.

Head for the Docker.

We need the skipper
to take a sighting

while we still have the sun.

Well, how much closer
are we now?

We're no closer.

We're further away.

That's impossible!

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

not us moving away from it.

What's our course?

Nor'- nor'east.

Then we row.

Come on.

Jesus!

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

Save your strength.

The expedition is without
the funds for a relief party.

And the money left
by Sir Ernest Shackleton

to pay the dependents
of the men serving

is almost exhausted.

Unless the Endurance reaches
port within the next few days,

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

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

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

It's making it harder
for everyone else.

Give me the oar, Colonel.

Perce, give me a hand.

I can't, sir!

I can't move my feet.

Stamp them.

Keep stamping them.

I'll help.

Take that.

It's his back.

All right, take my oar.

I'll look after him.

Wills! All well?

Will's all well, sir!

Docker!

Are you well?

Docker's well!

We could do with
some clean underwear.

I have some at home.

Tell my wife I'm on the way.

Here, take these.

Wear them till your hands
come back.

I'm all right.

Don't be such a bloody fool!

Take the bloody things

or I'll throw them
in the sea!

Thank you.

Come on!

Let's pull!

Pull!

Pull!

Pull!

The prime minister
has had the enclosed letter

asking him to receive
a deputation about the necessity

of sending a relief expedition
for Sir Ernest Shackleton.

This does not seem
to be a matter

in which the prime minister
should take initiative,

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

so I'm writing to ask
if you think

the Royal Geographical Society
would wish to act

and perhaps, to make
representation to the Treasury.

Yours sincerely, Marsh.

Good morning.

Morning.

Is it time for breakfast?

Must be.

What do you think?

Tea or coffee?

I never can decide.

Drives the wife crazy.

She always has to make both
every morning.

Hit me.

What?

Hit me!

What have you got
under there?

Nothing.

Are you hiding food?

His feet are completely gone.

Frostbite.

I'm sorry.

Are you all right?

Yes, thank you.

Where's the Docker?

I don't know.

I can only see
theWills.

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

Worsley!

Worsley!

Frank, what's that?

It's land.

The stupid bugger's got us
to Elephant Island

and lost himself.

Skipper...

Skipper!

Is he dead?

No, he's still breathing.

Any sign of the others?

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

I'll take theWillsin first.

She's the lightest.

Charlie, get
your stuff together.

I want you and Frank
to come with me.

Blackborow!

Here, sir!

No one's ever
landed

on Elephant Island before.

As the youngest of the party,

you'll be the first
to step ashore.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

I'll wake him up.

What the hell
are you doing?

You want him awake,
don't you?

Skipper, we're on course.

We're at the island.

Keep her away four degrees.

Go on!

Come on, Blackborow,
you're the first.

Come on, man.

Give me a hand.

Get up, man!

What's wrong
with his feet?

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

Come on, boy.

Well, Perce, you were
the first person

to sit down on
Elephant Island anyway.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Oh, isn't it
beautiful?

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

Charlie!

Yes, boss!

Have you got
your stove?

Yes, boss.

I think a little lunch
is in order.

All right, boss.

I'll go and see
what I can find.

The delay in
hearing from my husband

must be due
to weather conditions.

In any case, the Endurance
is sure to be short of coal

and is probably drifting
with the ice or...

traveling under sail.

"There is no doubt, however,

"that a relief ship should be
got ready without delay

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

Do you think that means
she knows something?

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

and he's trying to create
some public sympathy.

Because he needs more money.

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

There's a war on, darling.

Antarctic explorers in the snow
aren't exactly

the government's priority at the moment.

How's Buddha?

Still in pain.

Not much to give him.

Thanks.

He's done some damage
to his spine.

I think there may be
an abscess.

And his hands are
badly frostbitten.

Apparently, he had
no gloves yesterday.

Blackborow and Greenstreet
are more cheerful,

but their feet are pretty bad.

They won't be going
anywhere for a while.

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

What?

This beach is
too dangerous.

Frank and I looked
at the high-water marks

on the cliff.

When this weather
picks up,

the whole bloody beach
will be underwater.

Can't we get further
ashore anywhere?

I'd a look around
as well.

I don't think so.

Don't look so gloomy.

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

We're alive.

We'll find
another beach.

After today, nothing will be
hard ever again.

Morning, boss.

Charlie.

Did you sleep?

Oh, bloody tent
blew down.

How about you?

No.

How long do you reckon

we're going
to stay here then?

Not too long, I hope.

How about we make a start
with breakfast?

Come on,
I'll give you a hand.

Right, boss.

Rise and shine,
gentlemen.

Do us a favor
and fuck off, boss.

We're dead in here.

Come on.

I brought you
some milk.

I lost me gloves
in the night.

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

I just want to sleep now.

Get up, you bastard!

You're on me foot.

I'm not on
your bleeding foot.

I don't even know
where it is.

I doubt you do either.

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

Careful, boss,
we're a little muddy.

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

Mack, how's Hudson?

He's in a lot of pain.

He has a large abscess
on his behind.

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

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

Have you seen Hussey?

No, I thought
he was fine.

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

Here.

Thanks, boss.

Chippy.

I suppose there's no way

we can make the Caird
more seaworthy without wood.

Who says
we don't have wood?

What do you want to do?

Make her unsinkable.

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

Yes.

But I suppose that's impossible.

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

He hasn't slept
for days.

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

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

to go and get help.

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

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

I can only take six men with me,

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

Except me, sir.

I'm not much use
on the boat.

Not much use
on the bloody planet.

Settle down now.

We're 870 miles away

from the whaling station
at South Georgia.

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

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

couple of bottles of brandy,
a few cigarettes.

We could have ourselves
a pretty bloody good winter.

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

that could be arranged.

I know those who remain
will have the harder task.

If we should not
come back,

you'll have to think
of another plan.

I've asked Frank Wild

to take charge
of the party

and the Doctors Macklin
and Mcllroy to stay behind

to tend the men
who are sick.

They've kindly agreed.

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

who, over the last
few days,

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

Chippy McNeish, who will
start work immediately

on the James Caird;

Seaman McCarthy
and Seaman Vincent,

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

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

Yes, boss.

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

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

The doctors have ordered
a complete rest,

so I will need to appoint
a temporary chef.

Hussey, I'd like you
to take charge.

I'm asking Frank Hurley
to assist you.

Yes, boss.

Thank you.

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

You've chosen
a good team.

You're the expedition
photographer, Frank.

I think it right that you
stay with the expedition.

In some ways, youare
the expedition.

I don't know what are
chances are in the Caird.

Evens at best, I suspect.

If we die,
then what we've done

lies with you
and your pictures.

You are our story.

If I don't come back,

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

I've drawn up
this letter.

It gives you back
the rights

to all your pictures
and your films if I die.

Thank you.

I appreciate it.

It's a trick, of course.

Sir?

I'm not intending to die.

Well... I suppose

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

Fuck off, you shite.

Yes, master.

730 miles,
by my reckoning.

And all of it
like this.

This is
the easy part.

Let me give you
a hand.

Thanks.

Pass the pot,
will you?

Incredible.

So beautiful.

Imagine what people
would say in London

if one of them came
floating up the Thames.

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

what the bloody hell

is happening in Scotland?"

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

Whoa!

Cumberland sausage
with English mustard.

Um... macaroni cheese.

Pickled onion.

Venison pie.

Pork
and beans.

Hmm...

Scones with jam and cream.

Bread and butter pudding.

Roast potatoes.

Pig's trotters.

Marmalade pudding
and devonshire cream.

Dumpling.

What sort
of dumpling?

What do you think?

Bloody big sort
of dumpling.

Ready?

Up!

Starboard.

Pole 20, and 32 seconds.

I'm sorry, old man.

I have to have
a look at it.

Oh, it's very swollen.

Can you do
anything about it?

Although it's painful,

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

Gently... Excuse me.

We need those pages.

93 miles since yesterday.

Let's hope the wind holds.

This left foot isn't
healing properly

and I think the toes
are becoming gangrenous.

Do you want to amputate?

I don't think there's
any alternative.

Nothing to worry
about, young man.

No, sir... I wasn't.

Something's changed.

Can you feel it?

I know...

She's heavier.

I know what it is.

Ice.

When I put this
over your face,

I want you
to breathe deeply.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

Ready?

Just hold that there,
would you, Frank?

Thank you.

There's lots
of damage to the deck.

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

Tom!

Bandages, please

and could you pass me
the mentholated spirits?

How much of that
stuff have you got?

Enough.

Enough for me to borrow some?

You're the boss.

The prime minister
wanted me to give this

to you personally.

What's this?

A committee.

A committee?

While the prime minister
does not consider the fate

of the trans-imperial
expedition

to be a government matter,

he nonetheless feels
a personal concern,

and therefore proposes

that a committee
of interested parties,

including representatives

of the board of trade
and the treasury

should meet and discuss
possible actions.

It's the middle of May.

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

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

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

Morning, boss.

Morning, skipper.

What's it like?

I think it's clearing for us.

Hello?

Hello?

Who is speaking?

Hello.

I'm sorry to call you.

This is...

I know who you are.

I know I shouldn't call.

I know that he'd be angry.

And me?

How would I be?

I- I-I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have.

Say what you wish.

You want to know if he's alive.

Yes.

You want to know if he's
breathing somewhere,

or lying in some cold,
hard chamber,

where no one can ever touch him.

Does that upset you?

Don't you ever think about it?

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

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

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

I'm very sorry.

I shouldn't have called you.

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

I have a child.

His name is Victor.

He's seven.

I'm sorry.

I didn't know that.

No.

You want to know if he's alive.

Yes.

He is alive.

Oh, thank you.

So where are we now?

We're on
South Georgia.

But unfortunately,
the whaling station

is on the other side
of the island,

and there's a mountain
in between.

You shouldn't
have been allowed

to read a compass
on your own.

You think that we
could sell these

to the public?

What?

Baby albatross.

To the
gastronomic class,

albatross
a la mode.

Could be worth
something.

Albatross
� la Shackleton

would have
more impact.

Or � la Worsley...
sounds more French.

With fresh cream,
of course.

What's that?

We have to decide
what to do.

I think it would
be difficult

to launch the Caird.

So do I.

I think we have
to cross by land.

Those who can't walk
can stay here.

We'll come back for them.

Well, boatswain's
very bad,

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

Then we'll leave them
with McCarthy.

There are two points
in the adventure of the diver:

one, when a beggar,
he prepares to plunge,

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

Have you ever climbed
a mountain?

No.

Nor me.

The albatross
will be pleased.

We can't get down here.

Let's try further along.

Well, so much for cutting steps.

Maybe we could get further
on our asses.

We don't know
what's ahead.

There could be a precipice.

Not according
to the map.

Not according to the map.

Shall we?

How far have
we got?

Thousand feet,
perhaps more.

My trousers
are ruined.

Just a short one.

Must sleep for a moment.

Come on, come on!

You've had half an hour!

What?

You've had half
an hour of sleep.

Gentlemen, I should
like to welcome you

to this inaugural meeting

of the Trans-Antarctic
Expedition Relief Committee.

Time... what time is it?

About 7:00.

Exactly.

What time is it exactly?

7:00. It's just
before 7:00.

Why?

Listen.

For what?

I have to do
something.

There may be
women here.

What?

Can't go around with my
trousers flapping open.

Can... can you
lend me a hand?

Keep still.

The manager's house.

Is this...

the manager's house?

Do you know me?

My name... is
Ernest Shackleton.

We have lost our ship

and come over the island.

Ernest Shackleton,
my friend.

I'm afraid that
we smell a little.

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

We've been away
so long.

Tell us about the war.

When did it end?

The war?

The war, my friend,
is not over.

They've gone mad.

Europe has gone mad.

They've killed millions
and millions of people.

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

Who is winning?

Well, whoever is left alive in the end.

Won't you sit down,
please, please.

Thank you.

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

I need to borrow a ship.

Just sit, please.

You're safe now,

and your men
will be safe now.

Do you have a camera?

We should take a picture.

Don't worry
about that.

Just rest.

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

Where's Marston?

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

Shh-shh. Shh.

Ship!

Ship!

At last!

Ship!

Are you all well?

All well, boss!

We are all well!

We are all well!

It took four separate attempts
in different ships

before Sir Ernest Shackleton
finally reached Elephant Island

on August 30, 1916-

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

The steam tug Yelcho
was totally unsuitable

for such a rescue

but somehow the ice cleared
and she reached the beach.

Worried that she might
be trapped in the ice,

Shackleton
did not even step ashore.

The crew of the Endurance had a
hero's welcome in Punta Arenas.

Shackleton wrote to his wife
that day.

"I've done it.

"Damn the admiralty.

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

"Soon I will be home.

Then I will rest."

There was to be little rest.

Within three months,

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

Shackleton was to return
to the Antarctic

one final time, in 1922.

Eight of the Endurance crew
sailed with him,

including Frank Wild, Worsley,

the two doctors-
Mcllroy and Macklin-

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

Shackleton died
of a heart attack

as the ship reached
South Georgia.

On his wife Emily's instruction

Shackleton did not return
to England,

but was buried in the cemetery
at the whaling station

at Grytviken.