All language subtitles for The.Terror.S01E04.1080p.WEB.H264-DEFLATE

Where's Minorca?

Where's the Battle of the Chesapeake?

If there was a waiting room
for Sophia Cracroft,

would you hang your defeats
for everyone to see?

You know, it may surprise you
to hear me say this, but...

it gives me great comfort to know
that your uncle is with Francis.

This afternoon we'll make our list.

We must see everyone
who's written to us out of concern.

We need to prepare the ground.
We could organize many things.

And we must make a special visit to
Chester Place and see the Dickenses.

Charles has written to me twice.

He could be our very best ally
in times to come.

My dear...

My dear, what is it?

It's nothing.

It's very wet on your cheeks
to be nothing.

Oh, don't they know we can hear them?

I have made
a horrible mistake, Auntie.

It's only that I have been counting
the days since you sent your message

to the whalers in Baffin Bay.

I was sure that you would have
heard word by now.

Oh, yes. Two replies, in fact. But,
as yet, no one has seen either ship.

How far north did your letters reach

Pond Inlet,
if that means anything to you.

Lady Jane had supposed
Bylot Island, in fact.

I had guessed
she was being optimistic.

Not by much, it turns out.

My dears, everything you can
conceive of is being considered,

but I must remind you,

we've not determined
any official cause for alarm.

We have confidence absolute
in your husband's command of...

Are you sure that that's merited?

All of us in this room know
that John was not your first choice

to lead this expedition.

- Nor was he your second.
- I don't see how...

Not even your third.

We all know John.

He's... as wonderful
as he is fallible.

I'd rather that we helped him now
and praised him later,

if he has indeed
got himself frozen in somewhere.

We feel that you, gentlemen,

must do more than consider.

You must enact a plan... now.

She could not be more correct.

There's no basis
for a determination of anything here.

It's a bold decision, is it not?

Do we risk unnecessary expenditure
of pounds now,

or of men later?

Thank you, Sir John.

Gentlemen...

no doubt most of you were in London

for that light snow
that we had last month.

One evening after dinner
I stepped out into our courtyard.

I was without a coat
and even a muffler...

and I stood in that snow
to see how long I could bear it.

Lady Jane,
there are two years of provisions.

One hour and a quarter before I was
desperate to get back indoors again.

But I made myself stay.

And what's more, I took off my shoes
and I stood in that wet snow.

Two minutes more.

Two minutes, and then I was done.

Our men have been out there
in unimaginable temperatures

for more than a million minutes!

No one can convince me that optimism

or confidence is warm enough.

One's sense of cold
is relative to one's experience.

- I would remind you, madam...
- I suspect therein lies the problem.

Most of you gentlemen have written
your memoirs. I've read them.

The past tense
is a very sturdy thing.

It's earned, but it does take for
granted that one has survived.

The present
is a different case entirely.

And so I've come here to ask you,

what is your plan,
and when will it begin?

Lady Jane.

I have many friends on those ships,
as you know.

Most of us here do, and I promise you
it occupies our thoughts

as much as it does yours.

And I also promise you that if we
have not heard word from them

by 1850...

I shall go and search myself.

Then we will do it.

Imagine! What our nation will not.

Fund a ship

Compared to what your uncle
and Francis

and the rest of the men
must be managing this very hour,

asking our set to put down its
sherries to write checks is nothing.

He needs us, Sophia. I can feel it.

As if he were with us here,
right now, asking.

And so say all of us

And so say all of us

And so say all of us

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good fellow

And so say all of us

And so say all of us

And so say all of us

For he's a jolly good fellow

For he's a jolly good

Sorry to interrupt, sir.

Lieutenant Little is asking

if you would like to postpone
the officers' meeting.

What time is it?

It's a minute before four, sir.

We'll proceed at five.

Let them enjoy the birthday.

The party's finished, sir.

First dog watch has already gone up.

Do you know the headlines...

of the meeting?

Me, sir?

Jopson, you hear everything.

Well, Mr. Reid reports
that Erebus is steady.

But Terror's bow is up
another nine inches.

And Lieutenant Little is wondering

at what point we should begin moving
Terrors over to berth on Erebus.

He says we can take volunteers first

so as not to overtax
the flagship, sir.

And Lieutenant Irving
has what sounds like

a rather pressing report on stores.

What about them?

He's concerned the tinned food
is turning up spoilt, sir.

There's a problem with the solder
on some of the cans.

A new kind of process, apparently.

You see?

Have you ever thought of...

becoming a newsman?

- Sir!
- Oh, damn it!

Check the stern! Be quick!

Mr. Armitage, what do you report?

He's still breathing.

- Came over the gunwale, sir.
- Oh, my God.

We didn't see it
until it went back over the side.

That will freeze.
Move him down below immediately.

Private Hammond, take the watch.

Up!

It's come onto the ship, Edward.

It's got Strong!

William Strong, sir.

It took him. We heard someone
yelling for help out on the ice.

Then we realized Strong was missing.

Go below. Get 30 men into slops
as quick as you can.

Have Mr. Armitage open up the armory.
Shotguns to half.

- Edgar!
- Sir.

Maybe it wants us to follow it, sir.

Captain, may I come?

- No ship's boys, Evans.
- Sir, please.

You'll be with me.

Is Strong a mate of yours?

He's a brick to us boys, sir.

Your muffler, Evans, pull it up.

You won't even feel your nose go.

Evans! Come on up!

Evans!

Evans!

The last of the year.

It feels like an omen.

As I climbed the ridge...

I was thinking it.
I could see the pattern.

But I couldn't credit an animal
with having that...

You're saying a bear
staged a misdirection?

I'm saying I ordered that we split up
into pairs to cover more ground.

I did.

And then I left him.

I only took him with me
because he was scared.

With all you're shouldering,
perhaps you should...

you should curb that for now.

Does one not bring
one's habits to Terror?

Pardon?

Forget it.

Don't let it bother you.

It's not as if we're
going anywhere, is it?

You're in command.

Of what?

You realize that the discovery
of the Passage is beyond us now?

- That's for someone after.
- You don't know.

If the ships are still afloat
come spring,

we will have to retreat
to open water and rescue,

even with Lieutenant Fairholme's
help, should he return in time.

We are not provisioned
to speculate even a day...

Why are you here, Francis?

You've never believed in this cause.

No one was ordered to this.
We volunteered. You volunteered.

I was, in fact, ordered.

By whom? Not by the Admiralty.
You were never Barrow's choice.

Keep Sir John safe...

and ensure his judgement.

Those were my orders.

It's what she asked me to do.

Lady Jane?

No.

I don't owe her a bloody thing.

Sophia.

Miss Cracroft?

Miss Cracroft who rejected you?

Twice, as I heard it.

You discussed this?

Yes.

Sir John discussed it with me.

Well, he...

Actually, he regretted
how it had happened.

Francis...

he was burdened by it.

Burdened by the thought
of a third attempt, no doubt.

That's why you're here.

Good Christ, Francis.

Keep your pity.

You're going to need
all the pity you have...

for what's coming.

Somehow, it seems,
he is not failing from his injury.

Then let's proceed without delay
in cauterizing the edges of it.

Or are we still in disagreement?
We can stop the bleeding.

No. No, no, no.
He's yours. Do as you will.

But he lives by the minute,
if you ask me.

I see no reason to keep you both
any longer. We can do from here.

I would like to watch, if I might.

To learn.

All right. Would you heat up
the cauters, please?

Do you have any sealing wax?

For letters, you mean?

We can affix the eyes.

In that cupboard there.

It's a pudding, basically.

I would have said "cathedral."

I suppose it depends on the man.

Everybody is so staggered
that he's hanging in there like that.

He's a Royal Marine.

Now, what the bloody hell
do people think that means?

Hey? No man here knows but us.

Now, we did not ask to be here.

Do we harp on about it? No.

We get no bonus pay, yet we step up
to tangle with that thing on the ice,

first in line and the first cut down.

Corporal Hedges, Private Daly,

Mr. Hickey, Mr. Wilson,

Seaman Crispe and Seaman Walker,

next bell's your watch.

Look out for yourself.

Oh, I will.

Who's that?

Crispe!
Get below, alert the men. Now!

The Esquimaux girl.

You spotted her camp
from the last sledge party.

- What of it?
- Tell me where you found it.

Exactly where you found it.

It's two men, sir.

Bottom half is Thomas Evans.

I know who it is.

Despite how sharp
this line of separation,

this was not done with a blade.

This was a single claw.

They're not mad swipes, either.

Whatever did that made the first cut,

then made a second
directly above it...

and then a third,
until it was through.

Someone...

Someone using a claw, then,
as an instrument?

There's more strength in those cuts
than a man could muscle, sir.

There's the matter
of the prints, also, sir.

We found the creature's tracks
circling Terror.

No others.

No Esquimaux boots?

Only Navy-issue,
and none near the stern.

Not a man, not a bear.

Then what?

Perhaps it would not be a mystery
to the indigenous people.

Indeed.

If only there was one we could ask.

That Esqui girl has been camped
near us for five months

and we don't understand why.

I agree with James.

We should bring her here.

And to the degree that Dr. Macdonald,

Mr. Blanky and myself are able,

question her.

Prepare a party to find her,
in the morning.

- Yes, sir.
- The morning? Enough is enough!

The bear came when she came,

and by most accounts, these people
are covetous, treacherous, cruel.

I've ordered her found, James.
It's what I can do for now.

That we cannot discern a connection

between the girl and this thing
does not mean there isn't one!

I'm not sending men out
into a squall!

Not tonight!

We're exhausted.

We're all exhausted.

Gentlemen,
do without me for a moment.

I have no intention
of becoming a captain's wife.

I've seen that life
and it's not one I aspire to.

I'd make you happy.

- I do make you happy.
- You do.

But your station does not.

As unkind as that may seem now,

it will spare you
my resentment later.

I know with you I can be plain.

With me,
you've never hesitated to be plain.

When you're not here,
it's because you're gone for years

in the world's
most perilous of corners.

When you are here, you are on
14 shillings Royal Navy half pay,

and mourning
every second on dry land.

False.

There's nowhere in the world
I'd rather be than here, now.

I have seen your rooms.

You haven't been on a ship
in nearly a year...

but in your dresser of ten drawers,
you use only two.

Why?

Habit.

Does one not bring his habits
to marriage?

I will use as many drawers
as you require.

I will not always be a captain.

You are Irish.

You're middle-bred. The Church
of England gives you hives.

You have no ear
or taste for politics. You...

The Admiralty
will not refuse me a third time.

They will give me a full command.

And will it be south again,
or north, this command of yours?

In whichever direction
leads to the altar, Miss Cracroft.

Though I expect it will be north.

There is talk again
of trying to find the Passage.

I will never understand this...

this mania for the Passage.

To go thousands of miles
to a place that wants you dead.

I will go to sea once more as a first

and be knighted for it.

Then I will retire
to live out my years with you.

That will not happen.

It must.

Nothing else will do.

Well, then... this will be the great
tragedy of your life, Francis.

Dearest, you should dress.

Your uncle is already down.

Mr. Hickey is now missing.

- Missing?
- And possibly two of the seamen.

- What is going on?
- Get the captain!

Make way! Make way!

Make way! Make way!

Hurry! Hurry!

Get off of me!

If it wasn't for us
being downwind of them,

that would have been it for us, too.

Do it, then. Cut her in half as well!

Listen!

We brought her to be questioned
by the captain. Let us go down!

- Everyone on their knees, right now!
- On your knees!

There will be no violence
towards this woman

without charges brought
and well proved.

I will not tolerate hysteria.

Marines, at attention.

Anyone who looks like they're
considering ignoring that order,

arrest them.

Who is responsible for this?

- Who is responsible for this?
- I am, sir.

Captain Fitzjames and Mr. Blanky

will escort the Esquimaux woman
to the Erebus...

where she will be made
comfortable and safe...

until further order.

The three of you will be questioned
below immediately.

The rest of the men will disperse
to holystone the lower deck.

That is not all for tonight...

but that is all for now.

Dismiss.

Come on.

Hartnell here was the first to top
the ridge closest to the girl's camp.

He ducked back down immediately.

He gestured for us to be still.

I climbed past him and looked,

and we were about 200 yards away
from the girl's snow house.

That's when I saw it was there, too.

The wind was blowing the snow
in our eyes.

For a moment I thought she had built
two snow houses.

But then the thing sat up.

And can you speak to its size?

Three times that
of any bear we've seen.

With a different set to its head...

its eyes.

You saw its eyes, Mr. Hickey?

The girl was stood
nose-to-nose with it, just about.

You could see its breath blowing
the seal fur on her hood.

And she had her hands out, like so.

Like some kind of...

spell or something.

I watched to see
what she meant to do,

but it spooked and ran off.

Really.

Yeah, but it wasn't us that did.

It was when the girl
tried speaking to it.

- She told it to attack...
- You were told not to speculate.

I thought you should be the one
deciding what happens next, not her.

Now, I know it wasn't by the book,

but I figured we would lose our
chance to grab her if we didn't act.

Which is why I got Mr. Manson
and Mr. Hartnell to go along.

And what of the bear's eyes?

When it spooked and ran,
it looked in our direction.

It looked at me, sir.

Right at me.

But it didn't rush me.

It went south.

Captain, I want to say something,
but daren't speak the words.

Oh, speak the words, Mr. Hickey.

Of all I know in this world,

and of this world...

I tell you, I...

I do not believe
it is an animal we battle.

Yes, Mr. Hickey.

We know.

The three of you had no orders
to leave your posts,

or the ship.

Or to subdue the Netsilik girl.

Desertion...

dereliction of duty, insubordination,

brutality...

disrespect.

I really have my pick here, don't I?

- Disrespect to who, sir?
- Be silent, Mr. Hickey!

Twelve lashes for each of you.

To be delivered before the ship's
company by Mr. Johnson

as soon as he is finished
tying a new cat.

In addition,
you will be permanently on six-water.

And though you will not be disrated,
you will have general duty owing

until I see fit to lift it.

- What do you say, gentlemen?
- Yes, sir.

Sir,

a full court martial is technically
required when a ship is lost.

Bring me a chart
and I'll show you where we are.

- Disrespect to who, sir?
- The girl!

- And now to me.
- But she directs it.

You should be prosecuting her,
not us who brought...

- Twenty for him.
- I might have just ended this, sir.

- She had it kill a lieutenant...
- Thirty.

...a Marine, Sir John!

Whose name was on that witch's tongue
next? I just saved your life!

Lieutenant Little...

tell Mr. Johnson that Mr. Hickey
will be punished as a boy.

All hands, assemble for punishment!

All hands, assemble!

Will it hurt?

Yes, Manson.

Very much.

That's the point.

For the crimes of insubordination...

neglect of duty, disrespect,

brutality, kidnapping...

and dirtiness...

Petty Officer Cornelius Hickey
will be flogged 30 lashes,

as a boy.

Again.

Again.

Again.

The Terror may be at risk, men.

She sits on a pressure ridge...

which is becoming precarious.

Any crew
who would like to berth on Erebus

until the situation has resolved
may do so.

Those of you who remain aboard

will be permitted to trade up
a quarter of your rations

for extra grog.

That is all.

You settle yourself, lad.

We need to clean and salt you,

then we'll dress these wounds.

Has the pain traveled at all?

No, sir.

It's just stuck here.

Well, at least you are spared it
being day-bright outside.

If you are still awake
when this dries out,

Mr. Goodsir
will give you another one.

He'll give you
a shot of mandragora as well.

I think you'll be sleeping
like Endymion within the hour.

And I am mixing up my Latin
and my Greek, Mr. Morfin,

which means it is past my bedtime.

- Dr. Stanley.
- Sir.

I will brief the officers
in the morning,

but there's been an incident
on Terror.

Men were lashed.

We are...

We're billeting the Esquimaux girl
here for now.

When you're finished,
will you see that she's fine and fed?

Of course, sir.

Is there anything that you need?

Sleep.

Good night, sir.

As much as I'd thrill at the notion

of feeding biscuits and soup
to an Esqui,

I turn that task to you, Mr. Goodsir.

I know you dream of such things.

I hope the Terror lads are all right.

Have you ever... been lashed, sir?

No!

Good Lord, Morfin.

Have you?

Only once, sir.

For what infraction?

What do you think, sir?

Drink it all.

Just a...

Just a moment, please, Morfin.

What is it, John?

I'm very tired.

I apologize, sir.

Lieutenant Little wanted me to see
if you needed anything more.

And to tell you
he took a poll of the men

to see which of them
volunteers to billet on Erebus

until Terror's situation is resolved.

All but ten, sir.

I was expecting Corporal Paterson
or one of the Marines, sir.

Captain Fitzjames wanted an officer
here... for the first night.

What do you need, Mr. Goodsir?

I..

That's a meal as good as you'd get

at the Ladies' Grill Room
at the Holborn.

In London, where we live.

"Food."

"Dinner," in fact.

"Goodsir."

"Harry Goodsir."

I heard what happened to you tonight
from Mr. Blanky. I...

I'm sorry for all of it.

He told me your language
is called "Inuktitut."

And this region here
is called "Nunavut."

"Inuktitut" and "Nunavut."
I like those words very much.

I'd like to learn more.

I don't know what's happening here.
I truly don't.

This is not how Englishmen act.

I...

I don't recognize this behavior.

You must wonder what we're doing here
in your part of the world.

We are from England.

Nunavut.

England.

Very far away.

We've come here to find a way
through to China and India.

A victory for the Empire,
it would be, to find a way.

A passage.

A Northwest Passage.

For our economy.

For trade.

Goodsir.