All language subtitles for The North Water.S01E05.To Live Is to Suffer.WEB.H264 - 5700 - m

Thank you, Anna.

Will you eat something now?

Here.

Let me help you.

I could feed you better if you
opened your mouth a little.

A-ha.

Now chew.

Surely you've not forgotten
how to chew?

You'll not get the goodness
out of it

if you don't chew it right.

Good. Good.

Here.

We'll try you
with a mug of tea later.

See how you are with that.

The men who found you
consider you an Angakkuq.

They believe that bears
have great powers

and that certain chosen men
partake in them.

Men... who have
the bear as their genius

have superhuman strength.

They are closer to the darkness,
to the primitive.

This makes for a better hunter,
or so they believe.

I have seen the Angakkuqs
in action,

and I can tell ya...

that they are naught
but conjurers and charlatans.

They dress up
in their gruesome masks

and other audacious gewgaws

and make a great song and dance
about it in the igloo,

but there's nothing to it.
It's nasty heathenish stuff,

the crudest kind
of superstition.

But they know no better.

How could they?

They'd never seen a Bible
before I got here,

never heard the gospel
preached in earnest.

Here.

It's slow and painful work.

I've been alone here
since last spring.

It took me months
to win their trust,

first with gifts, knives,
and so forth,

and then acts of kindness,

giving help when needed,
extra clothing, medicine.

They're a kindly people.

But they are very childlike,

almost incapable
of abstract thought

or any of the higher forms
of emotion.

The men hunt,
the women suckle children,

and that forms the limits of
their interests and knowledge.

They have a kind of metaphysics,
it's true,

but it is a crude
and self-serving one,

and as far as I can tell,

most of them
don't believe it themselves.

My task...

...is to help them grow up,
you might say,

to develop their souls,
make them self-aware.

And that's why I am
writing my translation of the Bible here.

Because if I can get it right,

if I could choose
the correct words

in their own language,

then they will begin
to understand.

Well, they are God's creatures
after all,

just as much as you or I.

Yes?

Medi... medi... medicines?

Medicines? Medicines? Of course.
Of course, of course.

I don't have much,

but, um, I've used the salts
a great deal of course.

Do you... Do you...
Do you have laudanum?

Laudanum?

No, we have none left.

I used to have a bottle,
but it's been used already.

I see you speak plain English
after all

because I was beginning to fear
you might be a Serb or a Pollack

or some other
godforsaken denomination.

Where are you from?

Oh... It doesn't matter.

Found in the body
of a dead bear

as if swallowed whole.

Some...

might call that a miracle.

I wouldn't.

What would you call it then?

Perhaps you should ask the bear.

Aye, you are a clever fellow,
I must say.

Oh, you'd lie there for days,
quiet as the grave,

not a word from your lips,
and here you are...

Up and making merry with me.

You... were sent here
for a reason.

Why does there always
have to be a reason?

Because there always
is a reason.

I just don't know
what the reason is yet,

but the Lord...

the Lord will have one.

I want no part
of that rigmarole.

Do you know whose this is?

Yes.

Whose is it?

He was from the ship.

Otto.

He's one of our harpooners.

They just found his body.

And two dead Eskimo.

Tell the hunters
we know nothing.

Who murdered them?

A man named Henry Drax.

Why?

Perhaps he wanted their clothes.

Furs.

But why kill them?

He must have travelled north.

The northern tribes
of Baffinland

are a law unto themselves.

He may be dead, but...

likely he traded the furs
for shelter

and is waiting for the spring.

And what is your name?

I'm not Henry Drax.

I am very pleased to hear that.

So what isyour name?

Patrick Sumner.

And your history?

I have none to speak of.

Every man has history.

Not me, not now.

Do you believe you were reborn
from the belly of a bear?

If I have been reborn,

it does not mean
I wish to learn anything anew.

I see nothing worth learning.

They say they want you to hunt.

But they don't really
want you to hunt.

So why did they ask?

They just want you to be there.

Despite what I tell them,

they are convinced
that you have magical powers.

They think the animals
will be drawn to you.

How long will I be gone for?

A week.

They're offering
a new set of furs.

And a fair portion of the catch.

Tell them I said yes.

Are you sure?

You will not have
the comfort of the cabin.

I will gladly do it.

There is little enough around
here to keep me occupied anyway.

Maybe you could act as a good example of
civilised virtues whilst you're among them.

I'll be no such thing.

You know you are a finer man
than you think.

You keep your secrets tight,
I know that.

Go, go, go! Go, go, go.
That's it.

So did you encourage
their superstitions?

I let them believe
what they want.

You do them no service
by keeping them in ignorance.

I have no better truths
to tell them.

What's wrong?

It's...

Badly bunged up, that's all.
To me...

they seem closer to the animal
world, don't you think?

Perhaps we are too far removed.

But they lead such...

brutish and primitive kind
of lives.

Unsentimental.

But brutish? No.

They accept the reality
of their existence

and the world as it is.

They have no great need
to force change upon it.

I don't think
that makes them primitive.

I'll get you some brandy.

Brandy, brandy, brandy.

Where is it, Father?
Show me. Show me.

Your cecum
is abscessed or ulcerated;

the difference is unimportant.

How do you know this?

I was a surgeon.

Have you done this before?

I've neither done it myself
nor seen it done.

I read about it being performed
by a man named Hancock

at the Charing Cross Hospital
in London some years ago.

And?

On thatoccasion,
the patient survived.

We're a long way from London.

I'll do what I can
under these conditions,

but... we are going to need
a large amount of luck.

Well...

You do your best...

and the Lord will take care
of the remainder.

I'll need your help too, Anna.

I want you to hold him

and apply more of this
whenever I say.

In.

Hold him. Hold him.

Hold him. Hold him. Hold him.

Here we go.

That's it.

Nearly there.

Oh, dear...

There we go.

What did you find inside of me?

Oh, nothing good.

Then best be rid of it, I'd say.

Hm-hmm.

Well, for a man who puts
his faith in life everlasting,

it seems you're awfully keen
to linger on

amidst the pain
and strife of this one.

I would like you to rest now,
Father.

Will you be watching over me?

There's precious little else
to do around here until the spring arrives.

Aye.

It's going to be
a long, dark winter.

I thought
you would be out hunting.

I'm not a seal hunter.

Come.

Sit with me awhile.

You are a strange fella.

A constant source of mystery.

I know you have suffered,
Patrick.

I know you've suffered
a very great deal.

All of my sufferings
I have brought on myself.

I've made mistakes aplenty.

So many.

Show me a man who hasn't,

and I will show you a saint
or a very great liar.

And let me tell you,

I have met very few saints
in my lifetime.

What will you do now?

Well, I'm a surgeon.

I'll try to start again,
the best way I can manage.

♪ Oh, leave her, Johnny
We'll work no more ♪

♪ Leave her, Johnny
Leave her ♪

♪ Of pump and drown

♪ We've had full store

♪ It's time for us
To leave her ♪

Ease out!

Second bearing
from the Western Pier.

Aye!

- What's all this?
- It's May Day.

It'll be lively tonight.

Mr Baxter.

I hardly believed it when
I read your letter from Lerwick.

We thought we'd lost ya.

Drowned or frozen
with all the other poor buggers.

- Yet here you are.
- Yes, indeed.

Would you take something to eat?

Can I get you a plate of oysters
or a pork sausage?

I know. Stevens, get this young
man a nice morsel of calf's tongue.

I've come for my wages, and then
I'll be on my way, thank you.

You will not!

You're not leaving here
till you've sat down

and taken a drink with me.
I'll not allow it.

- Stevens, that'll do.
- Sir.

Both ships sunk, and you're
saved by passing Yaks.

Miraculous, don't you think?

So I'm told.

It's certainly quite a story
to tell the waiting world.

Indeed.

But I won't be telling it
any time soon.

Oh? And why is that?

Because I do not wish
to become known

as the man who survived
the Volunteer.

I wish to move on,
the best I can manage.

Keeping quiet may be
the greater kindness.

Let the poor buggers
rest in peace, I say.

It was a terrible accident,
but such things must be endured.

Wait.

You read my letter, I assume,
about the killings.

Horrifying. Just horrifying.

I could hardly believe
what I was reading.

Cavendish? Brownlee?

A cabin boy?

And you had no idea then
before he signed on?

About Drax?
What do you take me for?

The man was a great heathen,
course he was.

But he seemed no worse
than average for a harpooner.

Perhaps somebody
should be searching for him.

You put Henry Drax behind you,
far behind you.

He'll be judged soon enough.

It's what you do next
that's important.

I know a man in London,
a... a surgeon, name of Gregory.

- Heard of him?
- No.

I'll write to him today.

We'll get you a bed
for a night or two,

then when we hear back
from Gregory,

we can put you on the train.

London's the place
for your kind.

You're too young
and bright for Hull.

I'll have your wages sent over
to the De La Pole

and, uh, when you've settled in,

I'll get Stevens to send you
round a nice plump whore

to ease you back into
the ways of civilised living.

Hey?

It won't do, Henry.
He knows too much.

Well, he don't know
about the sinking.

He can't know that.

He knows it wasn't right.

Why turn the ship north

when every other bugger's
sailing south?

- He said that?
- He did.

What did he say about me?

He swears he'll find you.

He says he'll find a man
if needs be.

I think he's making enquiries
while we're sat here.

What man?

Somebody in Canada.

To find out what became of you,
to track your movements since.

Well, he'll never find me.

I told him you're likely dead
by now. He wouldn't have it.

A man like Henry Drax
doesn't just die, he said.

He must be killed.

Killed? Oh, yeah.

He's just a fucking surgeon.

Yeah, he was in the army though,
the Siege of fucking Delhi.

He's got some vinegar in him.

Where's he now?

I got him a room
at the De La Pole,

but, Henry,
we've got to do this tonight.

We can't delay.

If he gets to a magistrate
in the morning,

there's no telling, no telling
what trouble he'll cause for us.

I've been drinking all week.

You get that lazy sod Stevens
to do it.

What? I can't trust Stevens

with a task like this one,
Henry.

All our fortune's riding on it.

If Sumner blabs,
they'll throw me into jail

and hang you by the neck.

What the hell do you have Stevens
around for, if not for this?

He's a good man,

but he doesn't have
your experience.

Do it right,
there won't be any struggle.

Aye.

Stevens?

I've a task for you.
Listen carefully now.

I'm listening.

At midnight,
you go to the De La Pole

and tell Sumner
I need to see him urgently.

- Tell him I have important news.
- About what?

Tell him it is about
the Volunteer.

Now, he doesn't know
where my house is,

so he'll follow
wherever you lead.

You go up Trippett,
past the foundry,

until you come to the warehouse.

Walk on through the building.

If he asks, tell him
you're taking a short cut.

Henry Drax will be waiting.

- Drax?
- Yes.

He'll shoot Sumner,

and after he's shot Sumner,

you'll shoot him.

- Yes?
- It's Stevens.

- Baxter wants to see you.
- Just a moment, please.

Mr Stevens.

Others make oaths and promises,

but there are precious few
who will do.

Henry Drax will do.

About what?

About the Volunteer.
The sinking.

What about it?

I ain't sure.

Baxter, you fucking cunt.

Why don't you show yourself?

Huh?

Well, lookee here.

I'll even put my gun down.

I'm offering a fair fight!

No weapons.

I've got a drink or two
inside me,

even things up a bit!

If you plan to capture me,
now's your best chance.

You won't ever get a finer one.

Baxter...

Baxter says that...

you planned to hunt me down.

But here I am.

Right in front of you.

Alive, in the flesh.

Huh? Come on now, Sumner.

Come on, come on.

I know you're in here.

I can smell you.

Don't be bashful.

He's a sneaky cunt indeed,
that Baxter.

I'd say there was more than one
of us he wanted dead tonight.

Why might that be, Mr Sumner?

Just the two of us left now.

All the others silent
in their graves.

Oh, Sumner.

Why do you think it is
we travelled north

when every other bastard
went south?

Yes, he's a sneaky bastard
indeed, that Mr Baxter.

And a whole lot richer too
since his two ships went down.

Go on! Go on!

If it's an eye for an eye
you're after,

or a tooth
for a cabin boy's tooth,

you're looking
in the wrong fucking place.

You're a fucking monster!

But you and me
ain't so different.

We're not so different at all.

I wonder

if your bollocks
are mighty big enough.

Huh? Huh?

Huh?

Aye.

Shh! Shh!

Baxter.

Baxter.

What?

Could you tell Mr Baxter that I need
to see him rather urgently, please?

And who are you?

I'm his surgeon.

Wait in here.

He'll see you in his study.

Come in!

Is there anything
I can get you, Mr Baxter?

No, thank you, Mae.
You can leave me for tonight.

Me and Mr Sumner
have much to discuss.

You don't need that.

I'd say that's for me to decide,
not you.

Well, just a friendly
suggestion, that's all.

Whatever exactly
has happened tonight,

I'm sure we can resolve it
without the need for firearms.

What exactly was your plan?

My plan?

Your man Stevens is dead.

Do not play the fool.

Uh... Let me, uh...

explain something
to you, Patrick,

before you jump
to any quick conclusions.

Stevens was a good man.
Willing, loyal.

But there are some men
who can't be controlled.

That's the simple truth of it.

They're too vicious
and too stupid.

They won't take orders.

They won't be led.

A man like Henry Drax,
for example.

A grave danger to everyone.

He obeys no master
but himself and his vile urges.

Huh?

So, where a man like myself,

an honest man,
a man of good sense,

discovers that he has such
an unruly fucker in his employ,

the only question is,
how best may I rid myself of him

before he destroys me
and everything I've worked for?

So why did you pull me into it?

That was wrong of me, I confess.

I was in a tight corner.

You see, when, when Drax
got back here a month ago,

I think it was,

I thought to make him
part of me plans.

I had some doubts
from the start,

but when I got your letter
from Lerwick,

I understood for sure

that I'd bound myself
to a monster.

But how to work it?

He's an ignorant fucker
but he's no fool, as you know.

He's wary, he's guileful,

and he'll kill a man
for the joy of it.

A brute like that
can't be reasoned with.

Force must be employed.

I realised I needed
to set a trap for him,

to lure him away
and catch him unawares,

and I thought I might
use, uh, you...

- As bait?
- Well...

It was reckless.

It was unconsidered,
I see that now.

I shouldn't have
used you as I did

and if Stevens is dead now
as you say he is...

He was shot. Through the chest.

- By Drax?
- Yes.

And what's become
of that evil bastard now?

I killed him.

Oh, well...

Oh.

Oh... Will you take a glass
with me in celebration?

Or at least sit yourself down?

Yeah, you...

You've done well
to come here tonight, Patrick.

I can help you.

Oh, I didn't come here
for your help.

What for, then?
Not to kill me as well, I hope.

What would be the good of that?

I don't believe that
I was just there as a lure.

I believe
that you wanted me dead.

Why would I want such a thing?

Because it was you
who had the Volunteer sunk.

It is clear to me now that Cavendish
and Brownlee were involved too.

And the only two people
who are still alive

who might have known
of this plan,

was myself and Drax.

Look, take heed now, Patrick.

You listen carefully
to what I'm saying.

There are two men lying dead
in that timberyard,

one of them murdered
by your hand.

I'd say that puts you
in fair need of my assistance.

If I tell the truth,

I have little enough
to fear from the law.

Oh, come on,
you're not so innocent

as to believe
such a far-fetched notion.

You're a man
of the world like I am.

You can tell the magistrate your
theories, of course you can,

but I've known the magistrate
for some years.

I wouldn't be so sure
he'd believe them.

And who exactly are you?

An Irishman
of uncertain provenance.

There'd be investigations,

probings into your past,
your time in India.

You could make things
uncomfortable for me,

I'm sure, but I can do
the same for you

and a lot worse if I wanted to.

Henry Drax is dead now,

and both ships are sunk.

No bugger's coming back
to life again.

- I promise you that.
- I could shoot you dead.

Right there.

Yes, you... you certainly could,

but then, you'd have two murders
on your hands

and what good would that do you?

You need to use your head now,
Patrick.

This is your chance
to put everything behind you

and start afresh.

How often in life does a man
get such a rare opportunity?

You did me a great service
by killing Henry Drax,

however it came about,

and I'll happily pay you
for the work.

I'll give you 50 guineas
on top of your wages.

And you can walk out
of this house

and never look backwards.

Get yourself down to London.

Forget the Volunteer.

Forget Henry Drax.

It's the future

that matters now, not the past.

And don't worry about...
about the warehouse.

I'll make up some story
about that

to throw them off the scent.
Are we agreed?

Give me the rest of it
and I'll leave you be.

The rest of what?

All the money
that's in that safe.

Every bastard penny of it.

What, you've come here
to rob me?

Oh, I'm using my head
as you advised.

The truth isn't gonna help me,

but that pile of money
surely will.

I don't believe you'll murder me
in my own house.

I am so very sick and tired
of men like you!

And tonight, I stabbed a man
in the neck,

and I watched him die.

Do you really think that
putting a bullet in your skull

is gonna strain
my nerves at all?

No.

Now empty that safe.

Th-This... won't bring you
the peace you desire.

Patrick.

Trust me, wealth brings its very
own particular kind of suffering,

one I don't...
I don't think you're made for.

Well, I'm prepared
to take that risk.

We both know how the world is,
how it works.

This isn't something
you can get away with.

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

♪ And 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 ♪

♪ And we'll roll
The old chariot along! ♪

♪ We'll roll
The old chariot along! ♪

♪ We'll roll
The old chariot along! ♪

♪ And we'll all
Hang on behind! ♪

♪ Well, a night on the town
Wouldn't do us any harm ♪

♪ Oh, a night on the town
Wouldn't do us any harm ♪

♪ Oh, a night on the town
Wouldn't do us any harm ♪

♪ And we'll all
Hang on behind! ♪

♪ And we'll roll
The old chariot along! ♪

♪ We'll roll
The old chariot along! ♪

♪ We'll roll
The old chariot along! ♪

♪ And we'll all hang on ♪

♪ Behind!