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[MAN SHOUTS]

BROWNLEE: C'mon, boys. Faster.

BROWNLEE: I hear if all
goes well, you'll be next.

- MORWOOD: Is that right?
- BROWNLEE: Aye.

Baxter told me himself.

MORWOOD: He thinks the
whaling trade is finished.

He wants to settle up and buy
himself a modest manufactory.

I'd say these seas are still
crammed full of fishes.

If I was a gambling man,

Baxter's one horse
I'd put my money on.

He doesn't fall at
many fences, I'd say.

- He's a shrewd fucker, I'll give you that.
- [CHUCKLES]

Are you ready?

When the time comes,
I'll be ready.

When is that time?

I'd say there's time enough to
kill a few more whales first.

The whales are small
change in this game,

and we may not get too
many decent chances

to sink her nicely.

It's the way it
looks that matters,

or the underwriters will
start up their querying,

and that's what none of
us want, you least of all.

There's been enough
ice this year.

It'll not be hard.

MORWOOD: Sooner is
better than after.

If we leave it too long, I risk
getting trapped there myself.

And then where would we be?

[GLASS CLANKS]

I'll tell the crew to head
north to Lancaster Sound.

MORWOOD: Lancaster's good.

No one'll follow us up
there this time of year.

We can search for a good
spot to get her well nipped.

Find yourself a snug little
lead between some hefty land ice

and let the winds blow
the floe back in on you.

Don't you worry about me.

You just be there
when we need you.

I'll be there. Do
you have men to help?

- [INHALES] Cavendish.
- [SCOFFS]

And I'm hoping not to need
the help of Henry Drax.

MORWOOD: Does he
know of the plan?

[SIGHS]

Baxter promised we can
rely on him if we need to.

I've a good mind to leave
the carpenter where he is.

Accidents do happen.

And a man like him ain't
so likely to be missed.

Have you ever heard
of such a thing?

A young girl, I can... I
can halfway understand,

but a cabin boy?

Evil times we live in.

Fucking evil and unnatural.

DRAX: I say things
are about to change.

SUMNER: How do you mean?

Just what I said.

Things are about to change.

[DRAX SIGHS]

Why do you care so much
about this cabin boy?

Because he was murdered.

Oh, I'd wager that's not it.

I bet you've seen more than
your share of butchery.

Why does this one
bother you so much?

I care because I do not wish to
see an innocent man punished.

Do you think it's fair that one man
should suffer for another man's crime?

I'm guessing then you
think McKendrick's

not the culprit?

SUMNER: Do you think
he killed the boy?

Isn't for me to say.

- Isn't it?
- It's no concern of mine.

Well, I'm not sure
I agree with that.

[CHUCKLES]

I'd say a dead cabin boy is the
least of our fucking problems.

The very least, I'd say.

[RETREATING FOOTSTEPS]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[SUMNER BREATHES DEEPLY]

SUMNER: I would like to forget.

I would like to rest, as
the others appear to rest,

in the certainty of
McKendrick's guilt.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[LOCKS DOOR]

SUMNER: These two bodies should
match, Hannah and McKendrick,

they should fit together
like twin pieces of a puzzle,

but I cannot make them
whole, so I cannot rest.

And I cannot forget.

- [WOOD CREAKS]
- [SUMNER SIGHS]

No, I'm not here to hurt you.

MCKENDRICK: Then
what do you want?

How is your health?

Do you require anything from me?

I'm hale and hearty
enough, considering.

I expect I'll live until
they choose to hang me.

Well, if it goes to trial,

you'll stand a better
chance of making your case.

Nothing is decided yet.

MCKENDRICK: A man like
me finds few friends

in an English court of law.

[SIGHS] I'm an honest fellow,

but my life won't stand
for too much peering into.

You're not the only one who
feels that way, I'd say.

MCKENDRICK: We're all
sinners, right enough,

but some sins are punished
harder than others.

I'm no murderer,
I never was one.

I am many other things,
and it's the other things

that they would
choose to hang me for.

[SHIP CREAKS]

[MCKENDRICK SIGHS]

What's the trouble
with your hand?

Oh, it's just the thumb.

Got hit by a cock-eyed
fellow with a lump hammer,

a year or two back in Whitby.

Not been able to move it since.

It makes for some difficulties
for a man in my trade,

but I've learned to
make the adjustments.

Show me.

SUMNER: Try to grip my wrist.

Now squeeze, as hard as you can.

- MCKENDRICK: I'm squeezing.
- No squeeze, Mr McKendrick.

- Don't hold back.
- I'm not holding back.

My thumb got crushed by
a fucking lump hammer,

and I have many witnesses
to that occurrence.

[SIGHS]

BROWNLEE: A scrawny
little fucker

like Hannah could've
been strangled

with one hand easy
enough, I'd say,

- thumb or no thumb.
- SUMNER: No!

No. The twin thumb marks
were as clear as day.

I don't remember thumb marks.

I remember bruises,
a good many bruises,

but there's no way on earth to
tell which particular finger

caused which particular marks.

SUMNER: Before the burial, I
made sketches of his injuries.

See?

Two large oval bruises,
one above the other.

Oh, these pretty little
pictures prove bugger all.

McKendrick was seen making
advances towards the boy.

Fact. Anything else is
just guesswork and fancy.

It is physically impossible

for him to have
committed this crime.

And you're welcome to make
those opinions to a magistrate

as soon as we land in England.

But while we're at
sea and I'm captain,

McKendrick stays where he is.

And, and as soon as we
arrive back in England,

the real killer will leave the
ship and disappear for good.

So am I supposed to arrest
the entire fucking crew?

- Is that what you're saying?
- No. I-I-I'm saying

that it cannot be
smart to have a killer

roaming around the ship,

while we head north into
God only knows what.

If it's not McKendrick
who killed the boy,

then it's most likely Drax.

He is lying about the
carpenter to save himself.

I'd say you've been reading
too many penny dreadfuls.

[SIGHS]

Is there a reason why you won't
consider his guilt, Captain?

Let me examine him
as I did McKendrick.

If... If he is guilty,
then it's not too late

for the signs to
still be apparent.

You're a dogged little fucker.

You can have your examination.

SUMNER: Down with the
trousers as well, please.

- Thank you.
- DRAX: At your pleasure, Mr Sumner.

Pull back your foreskin,
please, Mr Drax.

It's you that wants
the thing pulled back.

[SUMNER SNIFFLES]

- SUMNER: Oh, you have the crabs.
- Aye, I usually do.

It's not a hanging
offence now though, is it?

[SNIFFS]

[SOFT CHUCKLE] Oh!

No signs of infection.

No signs of soreness
or abrasion either.

Show me your hands, please.

Ah, this has healed
nicely, I see.

DRAX: Well, it was
just a scratch.

And you have full use of all
of your digits, I suppose.

- All of my what?
- SUMNER: Fingers and thumbs.

DRAX: I do indeed.

Roll up your sleeves.

[CHUCKLES]

Do you doubt me, Mr Sumner?

Huh?

Do you doubt me when I tell you
what I saw by the deckhouse?

Mr McKendrick denies
it. You know he does.

Ah. McKendrick is a sodomite.

What is the word of a sodomite
worth in a court of law?

[SIGHS]

Not much, I'd say.

If you believe the word
of that cunt McKendrick,

then you must fancy I'm a liar.

Oh, I don't know what you are.

DRAX: I'm an honourable
man. That's what I am.

I do my duty.

I have no cause to feel
any shame because of it.

BROWNLEE: What do
you intend by that?

We're all honourable men here,
or at least honourable enough

for the requirements
of our calling.

I think the ship's
surgeon gets my drift.

Him and me are old pals, see.

I helped him find his
way back to his cabin

after the night in Lerwick.

You likely won't
remember, Mr Sumner,

because you was fast asleep,

but me and Cavendish, we had
a good look before we left,

just to make sure all your
necessaries were safe.

Nothing disturbed
or out of place.

Do you doubt my knowledge

or competency as a
surgeon, Mr Drax?

I have served an apprenticeship,

I have my certificates from the
Queen's College of Birmingham.

[LAUGHS] Well, you have your little
scrap of paper and I have mine.

Which one of those little
scraps of paper weighs the most,

I wonder, in an
English court of law?

I never did learn me letters,
so I'm not the one to say,

but a good lawyer'd
likely have an opinion.

It's not a matter of
opinion or reputation.

Who I am, or who I have been,
isn't the question here.

DRAX: What evidence do
you hold against me?

Because if you have none,

it's you against me, I'd say.

My solemn word, sworn on
the Bible, against yours.

- Solemn?
- Solemn word!

Solemn. You're lying.

What evidence do
you hold against me?

- You're lying.
- What evidence, Mr Sumner?

Is the ship's surgeon
hard of hearing, Captain

I keep asking him the same fucking
question, and he don't seem to notice.

What evidence do you
hold against Drax?

I have none.

Then let's put an end to
this fucking nonsense.

Drax, get your clothes back on.

What's that mark on your arm?

Uh, it's nothing.

Just a scratch with
a harpoon, is all.

Looks worse than
a scratch to me.

Let me see.

It's nothing.

BROWNLEE: That's
your good right arm.

I can tell it's
swollen from here.

[CHUCKLES]

Now, if you can't hurl a
harpoon or pull an oar,

then you're of no
earthly use to me.

Show the surgeon now.

For fuck's sake.
Here. Take a look.

This needs to be lanced
and properly drained.

Why didn't you come to
see me about this before?

Don't give me any trouble.
It is only a nick.

Come to my cabin.

We'll treat you properly there.

[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]

[BLOWS]

[DOOR CREAKS]

[DRAX GROANS]

[SNIFFS]

[SIGHS]

[DRAX PANTS]

Well, there's definitely
something lodged inside.

Might be a splinter of
wood or a piece of bone.

You said that you did
this with a harpoon?

DRAX: Aye, I did.

[SNIFFS]

BROWNLEE: What the fuck's that?

- SUMNER: A tooth.
- DRAX: That thing ain't mine.

Well, it's in your arm!

- It ain't mine.
- A cabin boy's tooth is evidence, that's what it is.

It's all the evidence
we need to see you hang.

You won't see me hang.

I'll fuck you both in
hell before that happens.

Chain up this vile
piece of scum, Captain.

- BROWNLEE: Cavendish!
- SUMNER: Captain!

- [DRAX GRUNTS]
- [YELLS]

Jones! Jones!

- The fuck...
- SUMNER: Jones!

[BROWNLEE WAILS]

[YELLS]

- [DRAX GRUNTS]
- [GROANS]

[GASPING]

[CHUCKLES]

[PANTS]

[GUNSHOT]

[GASPS]

Give the stick to Sumner.

I could blow your
head off right now,

or I'll shoot you in the
bollocks and let you bleed out.

- You decide.
- [SIGHS]

[DROPS STICK]

[SNIFFS]

JONES: Lads, get the irons.

[CRASHING]

CREWMAN: Heave there!

- Will he live?
- [BROWNLEE WAILS]

From my experience, once
the skull has been breached

the situation is hopeless.

[BROWNLEE WHIMPERS]

He looks terrified.

He will have lost his bearings

scrambled.

[BROWNLEE WHIMPERS]

Generally, it's better to die

than to go on inhabiting
the world like this.

- [CRIES OUT]
- SUMNER: Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh.

CAVENDISH: I am taking
command, as is the law.

You may ask how such a fiend
came to move amongst us.

I've got no good
answers for that.

I've known some deviant and
malignant fuckers in my time,

but none, I confess, is
a patch on Henry Drax.

As it is, he's caged below

and will not see the daylight
until we land back in Hull.

Now I know there's been

some talk of the
ship being cursed,

but I assure you it is not.

It's just unfortunate,
that's all,

and we will continue as planned
and head further into the Sound.

CREWMAN: What?

No man has ever caught a
whale this far north before,

not at this time of year.

All you need to do is read the
records if he doesn't believe me.

If your opinions came in gold

with the Queen's head stamped upon
'em, I might pay them a little mind,

but since they don't,
you won't be too offended

if I take no fucking
notice of you.

JONES: There's too much
ice at this time of year.

OTTO: Yeah.

And if you take
us into the Sound,

you're putting us
all at grave risk.

CREWMAN: Aye.

A man don't profit unless he takes
a little risk from time to time.

You should show more
boldness, Mr Jones.

How can you expect to have your own
command if you act so damn feebly?

This is foolishness,
not boldness.

Think of the Abram, the
Gordon, the Mary Frances.

All beset in the ice and
never heard of again.

Why Brownlee took us this
far north, I can't say,

but I know if he were here now,

even he would not
consider taking us in.

What Brownlee would or
wouldn't do is moot, I'd say,

seeing as he can't speak

or even raise his
hand to wipe his arse.

And since I'm in command now,

not you, or Otto, and
certainly not our surgeon,

I guess what I say goes.

As if this voyage wasn't marked
with enough calamity already.

What did you say?

I said you're a
fucking imbecile.

[BROWNLEE WAILS]

[BROWNLEE GROANS]

[BROWNLEE YELLS]

[BROWNLEE YELLS]

[GROANS]

[WHIMPERS]

[WHIMPERS]

[WHIMPERS]

Settle now.

Settle now.

Shh...

[WHIMPERS]

[GASPS]

ALL: ♪ Nearer, my God To Thee ♪

♪ Nearer to Thee

♪ Even though it be a cross

♪ That raiseth me

♪ Still all my songs shall be

♪ Nearer, my God, to Thee

♪ Nearer, my God, to Thee

♪ Nearer to Thee

♪ Though like a wanderer

♪ Daylight is gone

♪ Darkness is over me

♪ My rest a stone

♪ Yet in my dreams I'll be

♪ Nearer, my God, to Thee

♪ Nearer, my God, to Thee

♪ Nearer to Thee

A finger of rum for each man.

And then we press
north. [SNIFFS]

OTTO: I've seen it in
my dreams. We all die.

But you, you survive.

The rest of us,
we drown, starve,

perish from the cold.

Dreams are just a way
to clear the mind,

a form of purging.

They're nothing more
than a mental shite pile.

There is no truth in them,

no fucking prophecy either.

And when the rest
of us are dead.

- [COUGHING IN DISTANCE]
- you'll be swallowed whole.

- By a bear.
- So I don't survive?

- OTTO: You do.
- Until I'm eaten by a bear?

That is what I saw.

Do not confuse your
dreams for our destiny.

We are not alone out here.
The Hastings is close.

We are safe.

Why not put your energies into
dreaming about thatoutcome?

But Henry Drax is still
alive and breathing.

He's down in the hold
chained to the mainmast,

bound hand and foot.
He cannot escape.

Now let us not speak or worry
about Henry Drax any more.

[INHALES DEEPLY]

[SNORES]

CORBYN: Sumner! Sumner?

Go with O'Dowd, Wilkie and
Price, and arm yourselves.

Equal shares for all.

O'DOWD: You'll get
nothing out of Corbyn.

Don't ever think you will.

His wife is a fucking baroness.

His brother is a judge.

A man like Corbyn
doesn't feel obliged.

SUMNER: Wilkie, guard
the fucking door!

- Guard the fucking door!
- O'DOWD: Almost there.

[CLATTERING]

O'DOWD: Look at these darlings!

O'DOWD: Fucking diamonds!

- [DOG BARKS]
- We'll prise out the stones,

and melt down the gold.

[O'DOWD LAUGHS]

We're fucking rich,
Paddy. [O'DOWD CHUCKLES]

- We're fucking rich.
- [DOOR OPENS]

- PRICE: Look out!
- [GUNSHOT]

[MAN WAILS]

[WAILING CONTINUES]

[DOOR OPENS]

- [MAN WAILING]
- [DOOR CREAKING]

Hello, Patrick.

SUMNER: Mr Corbyn, sir.

CORBYN: I hear the
others are all dead.

O'Dowd, Wilkie, Price,
all of them, dead.

We were caught unawares, sir.

In the house.

Your wound was clean
and the break isn't bad.

You may limp for a while
but that will soon fade

and then no one will ever know.

SUMNER: The treasure was real.

Gold, jewels,

just as Hamid had said,

but there were pandies
hiding inside the house.

CORBYN: You walked
into a trap then.

You made a mistake.

Not a trap, no. An accident.

Nobody could've known
that they were in there.

For a surgeon to leave his
post, it's a serious thing.

There's likely to be a charge.

The assault was at
a crucial stage.

To lose three surgeons
at such a time...

I trust I can rely on your
assistance, Mr Corbyn, sir?

I don't see what assistance
I could offer you.

I mean on the details
of what occurred.

The details are that
your reckless greed

meant that three of
your fellow surgeons

were shot and
killed in an ambush.

On a mission that
you ordered us on!

On your command
to steal the loot!

And in your absence,
your injured comrades,

several officers amongst them,

lay untreated and
often in severe agony.

Men you could have saved.

That, I fear, is as much
as the General wants

or is required to understand.

So you expect me to
keep my mouth shut

and accept my punishment?

I will be dismissed, cashiered.

My career will be over.

I advise you not to make
a bad situation worse.

To bring my name into this
would not serve you well,

I can assure you of that.

So you will offer me
nothing for my trouble?

[CHAIR SCRAPES]

I offer you my advice,
which is to accept

the consequences
of your actions.

Oh, you were unlucky, I agree,

but then again you are alive,
and the others are dead.

You are destroying me!

And for what?

CORBYN: There is a melancholic
strain in the Celtic soul,

which finds martyrdom appealing,

I understand that.

But in your case, Mr
Sumner, the cap hardly fits.

I saw the hunger in your eyes
at the thought of that treasure,

at the prospect of
a different life.

Oh, fucking...

But I will make sure you have a ready
supply of laudanum for the pain.

[INHALES]

That will help with your frame
of mind too, I'm sure of it.

[SUMNER GRUNTS]

CORBYN: Homo homini lupus.

Homo homini lupus.

- [LOUD THUD]
- [SUMNER GROANS]

[CLATTERING]

CREWMAN: All hands!

[OVERLAPPING CHATTER]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

CREWMAN: All hands, all hands!

All hands, men!

All hands, all hands!

DECKHAND: Double up
and empty the ship!

CREWMAN: Casks have to be first!

CAVENDISH: Jones!
Lower the second boat.

JONES: Aye! Lower
the second boat!

- DECKHAND: Aye, Mr Jones.
- [GRUNTS]

- Let's go.
- CAVENDISH: Get it down!

- Move!
- Jones?

The ice has nipped her, she's
likely stoved in the aft.

- She's sinking?
- Aye.

It's the upward pressure of the ice
holding her, but only at the moment.

If the wind changes,
we're fucked.

So go down there and get everything
that you need out onto the ice

and put all of your clothes on.

Jesus Christ.

Get it down! I need a
crew of three for rifles.

- Throw it out, count them twice.
- JONES: Go onto the ice

and check it's secure. You
two, take all of these.

I need five of you to start.

CAVENDISH: Make it quicker!

JONES: Check what's
in that boat.

CAVENDISH: Put some
salt on the gangway.

JONES: Lads, with a will.

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

CREWMAN: Get as much
as you can carry.

CAVENDISH: How we
doing on the lull?

JONES: Get it off the
ship. Laudanum first.

CAVENDISH: Eyes on
that then, please.

Those with powder, you
keep it fucking dry.

- Mr Bannon.
- BANNON: Mr Sumner.

Hello.

This chest, it contains the
medicine for this entire crew.

Very important you
do not lose it.

Do you understand?

- Aye, sir.
- Very good. Thank you.

CAVENDISH: How
many casks of beef?

- How many casks of beef?
- JONES: Twelve, Captain!

CREWMAN: We need to get a start.

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[CLANKING]

[WIND WHISTLES]

DECKHAND: That's it. Pull
it down. Pull it down.

CREWMAN: You'll
freeze the tent out

if you don't hammer
it down properly.

[CREAKING]

JONES: Good job, lads, good
job. That's the last of it now.

Almost everything's
off the ship.

- Just a few casks left.
- CAVENDISH: Good.

What now?

We'll raise the ensign and alert the
Hastings. They will give us refuge.

Are you sure
Morwood's gonna agree?

You go over in the
first wave of men.

Leave enough here to gather
what is left and we will follow.

And have Sumner
stay behind with me.

I want him here.

And what about Drax?

[SIGHS]

I'll see Henry Drax.

[SIGHS]

[PANTS]

I'd say there's no need
for such girlish panicking.

There ain't even
any water down here.

CAVENDISH: Go fuck yourself.

I saw with me own eyes.

She bent a good deal all
right, but she didn't break.

[SHIP CREAKS]

I don't believe ya.

DRAX: Take a look for yourself.

Once the ice eases off,

you can send McKendrick down
here with a caulking iron.

- He'll fix her up nicely.
- You keep your mouth shut,

or I'll leave you here,
let you take your chances.

She ain't sinking, Michael.

We dearly wish she
was, but she ain't.

I can promise you that.

- Listen to her squeal.
- [SHIP GROANS]

Creaking, and wailing
like a sixpenny whore.

You think she can
stand much more of that

if she ain't stoved in already?

DRAX: Ah, she's a
good strong ship.

She's doubled and fortified.

She got ice knees, ice
plates, stanchions.

She's old, but she ain't weak!

I'd say she could stand a
good deal of squeezing still.

This is a good spot.
I'll give you that.

And it's a good bit of luck
you got pinched like that.

What are you implying?

Well, you're good and safe
up here on the fast ice too.

Morwood can warp back
easy if a lead opens up.

What is it, a mile
or two to get to him?

I think the rest of you,

you probably think she's
stoved in already, I expect.

They won't be
making any trouble.

[SIGHS]

How did you know?

DRAX: I know a thing or
two about a thing or two.

And I know we didn't come all the
way up here to catch fucking fish.

[LAUGHS]

She can't survive this one.

- She can't.
- She will if you let her.

But if you knock a plank or two out
of her arse, she surely wouldn't.

Just give me ten minutes down
here with an axe, that's all.

You killed Brownlee
with a walking stick,

and you think I'm
gonna give you an axe?

[LAUGHS] If you
don't believe me,

then look behind the
casks for yourself.

See if I'm lying.

Why kill the boy?

What's the benefit in that?

A man don't always
think on the benefits.

CAVENDISH: So what
does he think on?

I do as must. [BREATHES DEEPLY]

There ain't a great deal
of cogitation involved.

Get the axe, Michael.

SUMNER: Jones!

My medicine chest.
Have you seen it?

JONES: Yeah, it's been
transferred to the other boat.

- You've definitely seen it?
- Yes.

How am I supposed to do
my work without my kit?

Don't worry. You'll
get it soon enough.

Whoa. Whoa, whoa.

Why have I been
ordered to stay here?

Cavendish's orders.

Cavendish.

I might've known.

Listen.

Hey. Otto will make sure
that no harm comes to you,

and I'll be back soon enough.

Morwood is a good
captain, all right,

and he'll treat us well.

- I'm more concerned about that medicine chest.
- I know you are.

But I got ya.

- Take care, you.
- Hey, you too.

[WIND WHISTLES]

[CLICKS TONGUE]

There she is. Nowt
but a dribble.

[PANTS]

Oh, shit. How can this be?

DRAX: It's like I told her.

She bent a good deal, but
she didn't ever break.

[CAVENDISH EXHALES]

She won't sink unless you
make her do it, Michael.

That's how it is.

[BREATHING HEAVILY]

Nothing is simple in this world.

This don't put me
under any obligation.

I can't free you now.
Not after Brownlee.

The cabin boy was one thing,

the cabin boy is
plenty bad enough,

but not the damn Captain.

And I ain't asking for
it. I wouldn't presume.

- CAVENDISH: Then what?
- [SIGHS]

If the time ever comes,

all I ask is that
you don't hinder me,

don't stand athwart.

You allow events to take
their natural course.

Turn the blind eye,
that's what you're asking.

Well, the time may never come!

I mean, I may hang in
England for what I done.

But if it ever does come?

Aye, if it ever does.

And what about my nose?

Well, you were never
no Adonis, Michael.

[CHUCKLES]

I suspect some might
call it an improvement.

[LAUGHS] You've got
some fair-sized balls,

to say that to a
man hefting an axe.

Like a nice, big
pair of tatties.

I'll even let you
stroke 'em if you like.

[BOTH LAUGH]

[GROANS]

Go on! Go on!

[SHIP CREAKS]

[CREAKING]

[SPLINTERING]

[SHIP CREAKS]

[CREAKING]

[THUNDER]

We need to take shelter.

The storm will on us soon.

We'll trek to the
Hastings once it's passed.

In you come!

[WIND WHISTLES]

[THUNDER]

MCKENDRICK: I don't
want Drax in here.

Put him outside to freeze.

Even that's too good for him.

CAVENDISH: I want every fucker
here where I can see him.

But if you wanna sleep
outside, McKendrick,

I can make an exception.

The storm will pass quick.

We'll be on the Hastings
drinking rum soon enough.

[BLOWS]

[PANTS]

Don't be afraid. I ain't about
to try anything too desperate

with these shackles
dangling off me.

I'm not afraid.

How's your arm?

- Which arm would that be?
- The right one.

The one which had our cabin
boy's tooth lodged in it.

Ah, just a nick.
I'm a quick healer.

But, you know, how that tooth
got in there is still beyond me.

I can't explain it at all.

No remorse then?

No guilt?

[PANTS]

Did you think I was gonna
kill you down in the cabin?

[CHUCKLES] Spilt your head
open like I did Brownlee.

What else were you intending?

Oh, I don't intend much.

No, I'm, I'm a doer,
not a thinker, me.

I follow my
inclination, that's all.

You must have no
conscience at all then?

Are you utterly indifferent
to ethical considerations?

Well, one thing happens, and
then another comes after it.

Why is the first thing more
important than the second?

Why is the second more important
than the third? Tell me that?

Because each action is
separate and distinct.

Some are good, some are evil.

[LAUGHS]

Them's just words.

If they hang me, they
hang me 'cause they can,

and 'cause they wish to do it.

They will be following their
inclination as I follow mine.

SUMNER: You recognise
no authority then,

no right or wrong
beyond yourself?

DRAX: Men like you ask
questions to satisfy themselves.

You know, makes
yourselves feel cleaner,

cleverer than the
rest. But you ain't!

You think we are all
like you, but how?

How? How is that possible?

DRAX: Well, I seen
enough killing

to suspect I ain't
the only one to do it.

I'm a man like any
other, give or take.

SUMNER: No. That
I will not accept.

[CHUCKLES] Well, you please
yourself, like I please myself.

You know, you accept
what suits you,

- you reject what don't.
- [THUNDER]

The law is just a name they
give to what certain men prefer.

SUMNER: There is no
reasoning with you.

[CHUCKLES]

Why did you keep the gold ring?

Why not sell it on, man?

I keep it... for

remembrance.

Well, a man who's
scared of himself

ain't much of a man in my book.

You think I'm scared?

Aye. Because of whatever
happened over there.

Whatever it was you
did or didn't do.

You say you keep
it for remembrance,

but that ain't it
at all, it can't be.

You do not know me.

You have no idea what I am.

DRAX: Well, there ain't
a terrible lot to know.

You're not as
complicated as you think.

What little there is to know,

well, I reckon I
know it well enough.

[SNIFFS]

OTTO: Wake up! Sumner!

Sumner! Wake up!

- MCKENDRICK: I have these!
- CAVENDISH: With a will!

OTTO: Get out!

CAVENDISH: Get that
one down there!

Just jump on it!

[OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]

OTTO: Webster,
Bannon, get the sides!

Get those lines over here!

Hold the sides!

CAVENDISH: Jump on it!

Keep the lamps
away from the tent!

[CREWMAN SHOUTS]

CAVENDISH: Get over
there and help!

OTTO: Get me some line!

[OVERLAPPING SHOUTING]

MCKENDRICK: Use them
casks. Bring 'em here!

- CAVENDISH: Get over there!
- [ICE CRACKS]

[ICE CRACKS]

[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]

MCKENDRICK: Oh, fuck!

[PANTS]

[GRUNTS]

[GROANS]

[GROANS]

[WIND WHISTLES]

[SIGHS]

Where is she?

Gone.

Gone where?

Most likely she ventured
out into the pack last night

to escape from the bergs.

Morwood knows where we are.

All we need to do is
wait for him here,

show a bit of
faith and patience.

Why would a ship unmoor
in the middle of a storm?

Surely it would be safer
to remain where she was?

Well, if a berg is bearing down,

the Captain does what's
needed to save the ship.

Exactly. Whatever you
have to do, you do it.

How long might we
have to wait here for?

That all depends.

If she finds open water,
then it could be today.

- If not then...
- I don't have my medicine chest.

It was taken across
already without...

Is any man here sick?

Not yet, no.

Then I'd say your medicine chest

is the least of our
fucking worries.

And if she's sunk, Mr Cavendish?

She ain't sunk!

[BREATHES DEEPLY]

Are there any other
ships in the area?

Anyone that could
possibly save us?

No. I'm afraid we're
not near enough.

It's too late in the season
and we're too far north.

Most of the fleet will have
left Pond's Bay by now.

She ain't sunk.

She's somewhere out there
in the Sound, that's all.

If we wait here, she'll
turn up right enough.

OTTO: We should go out on
the whaleboat to search.

She could've been blown
miles off to the east.

And if we don't
find her, what then?

Then I hope you brought your
swimming togs with you, Paddy.

Because we're an awful long
fucking way to anywhere else!

[RETREATING FOOTSTEPS]

[GROANS]

CAVENDISH: You listen to me!

The Hastings has gone,
likely into the Sound.

MCKENDRICK: You mean she's sunk?

- [INDISTINCT CHATTER]
- [PANTS]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

CAVENDISH: What I need
from you is some faith!

[COUGHS]

She'll be here
today or tomorrow.

- MCKENDRICK: You never had a fucking plan.
- [RETCHES]

CAVENDISH: Just do what
Brownlee would've done!

You don't fucking speak
to your captain like that.

[ANGRY SHOUTING]

CAVENDISH: I am telling
you for the last time.

- What we gonna do now, eh?
- This is your fucking fault!

MCKENDRICK: Oh, fuck!

I'll put the second bullet into
any cunt who fancies his chances.

I'm the captain still,

and I'll cheerfully kill
any mutinous bastard

who dares to think otherwise.

- [YELLS]
- [GUNSHOT]

[CREWMEN GROANS]

I'm a loose cannon, I am.

I do whatever takes
my fancy at the time,

and you best remember that

if you ever think of
crossing me again.

Tomorrow we make a
run for Pond's Bay.

The Hastings will be
there, but if it's not,

we'll surely find
another ship to take us.

It's a hundred mile to
Pond's Bay if it's an inch.

Then you bastards best sober
up and get some damn sleep!

It's a foolish way to go.

Man's carrying a rifle,

you don't take him on
with a barrel stave.

That's simple common sense.

- CAVENDISH: I'm the captain, still.
- COOK: Aye.

- [BREATHES DEEPLY]
- CAVENDISH: You clear him out.

You clear him out
now, you Danish prick!

[CHUCKLES]

[SUMNER GRUNTS]

[SUMNER PANTS]

[SUMNER COUGHS]

[COUGHS]

[GROANS]

[SUMNER COUGHS HEAVILY]

[COUGHS]

[SNIFFLES]

[SOBS]

SUMNER: I need my laudanum,
I need my laudanum.

[SOBS] I need my laudanum.

I need that chest.

- No, you don't.
- I need that chest.

- No, you need to rest.
- You don't understand, Otto.

- I do understand.
- Please.

There's nothing we can do.

- You need to rest.
- [SOBS]

No, I'm too hot. I'm too hot.

No, you're not. You
gotta stay warm.

- I'm not telling you any more.
- [SOBS]

- You need to rest.
- [BREATHES DEEPLY]

- [WHIMPERS]
- Sumner, listen to me.

You need to rest.

There. That's it.

- Stay warm.
- [BREATHES DEEPLY]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

SUMNER: I have
tried every hospital

that I can think of,

and my diplomas
mean nothing now.

All of my hard work has
been completely squandered.

WARD: I'm sorry
I can't help you.

I know you're a
talented surgeon.

[WARD SIGHS]

Perhaps England is not
the place for you anymore.

Too rigid, too severe.

You must give up such
an idea and try America.

Or Brazil.

They will forgive a man of his
mistakes in Brazil, but not here.

Not in England.

Not unless you are a
certain kind of man,

and unfortunately, neither you
or I will ever be that man.

But you believe me,
don't you? About Corbyn?

You believe that all
of this was his doing?

Sending us to find the loot.

My court-martial.

All of it was because of him.

WARD: I do believe you.

But I fear others will not.

Or even if they do, they
cannot risk helping you.

You do understand
that, don't you?

Fucking Corbyn.

WARD: I'm sorry to say your
story is a friendly reminder,

a warning if you will,

of what calamities
might overtake us

if we lose our vigilance
against privileged men like him.

[SIGHS]

Start again, that is my advice.

[GULPS]

[BREATHES HEAVILY]

[INDISTINCT CHATTER]

[SUMNER SNIFFS]

CORBYN: He inherits this estate
in North Norfolk, or somewhere.

He's convinced he's gonna
be a gentleman farmer.

Apparently, the
ground's so salty,

he can't grow
potatoes, let alone...

- Excuse me, Mr Corbyn?
- Hm?

- [GRUNTS]
- Fuck!

What the hell are you doing?

You bastard!

[MAN GROANS]

I should find a constable
and have you arrested.

MAN: Jesus. Who are you?

I am no one.

Don't lie to me.

- I recognise that face.
- SUMNER: No, I'm sorry.

I am no one, no one at all.

If you really are no one, then I don't
suppose you'll object too much to this.

[GASPS]

The Hastings is gone.

Sunk in the storm.

Smashed to little
pieces by a berg

and every fucker in her, bar
none, is drowned for sure.

[GASPS]

[CREWMAN COUGHS]

CAVENDISH: We'll winter over.

It's been done before.

[DRAX SCOFFS] It
hasn't been done before

and it hasn't been done before
because it can't be done.

Not unless you have
a ship to shelter in

and ten times the
provisions we have.

We'll find a ship, and if we
don't, we'll winterer over.

Whichever way it goes,
we'll all live long enough

to see you hanged in England,
you can be sure of that.

DRAX: I'd be happier hanged

than starve or freeze
to death, I tell you.

We'll drown you now,
you cavilling bastard.

One less fucking mouth to feed.

You wouldn't like my dying words
too well if you tried that trick.

Although there are others here who
might find 'em interesting enough.

You haven't got
nothing on me, Henry.

So don't ever think you do.

Oh, I ain't squeezing, Michael.

I'm just reminding

that the time may never
come, but if it does come,

it'd suit you to be ready.

That's all.

[CAVENDISH PANTS]

- [SUMNER GROANS]
- [HEAD THUDS ON BOAT]

- [THUDDING CONTINUES]
- [SUMNER SOBS]

MAN: ♪ Oh, we'd be all right
If the wind was in our sails ♪

♪ We'd be all right If the
wind was in our sails ♪

♪ We'd be all right If the
wind was in our sails ♪

♪ And we'll all Hang on behind ♪

ALL: ♪ And we'll roll
The old chariot along ♪

♪ We'll roll The
old chariot along ♪

♪ And we'll roll The
old chariot along ♪

♪ And we'll all Hang on behind ♪

[WIND HOWLS]