[Wind whistling]
[Canvas flapping]
[Chains clinking]
[Rattling]
Do you know what day it is, Mr. Crozier?
What day of the week, I mean.
No.
It's a Wednesday.
You and I once shared a drink on a Wednesday.
Do you remember that day?
I do. You had a dog turd in your hand.
The toast was "Ourselves".
That was fitting then.
But so it is again today.
You misunderstand the toast, Mr. Hickey.
It was meant as a joke. Not a very clever one.
Mr. Des Voeux.
Have Goodsir tend to Mr. Crozier's injuries.
And make sure he's not harmed again.
[Des Voeux] He took a stumble.
The men you asked for are assembled, sir.
[Rocks crunching underfoot]
[Weak coughing]
[Little] Men, whether we want it or not,
we are drawn by the events of yesterday
into a conflict with the other camp.
We must plan a party to retrieve our Captain
and any other men who are compelled against their will.
And arrest this coven of traitors once and for all.
What about the Captain's orders, sir?
For us to keep moving south.
You can guess my mind on that subject, I'm certain.
Now, Private Hammond believes the other camp
should not be hard to track on this ground.
They certainly had no trouble finding us.
We prefer the Captain's orders, sir.
To hell with the Captain's orders.
We have a camp of nearly 30 men here.
We've got nine so ill they cannot walk,
with no surgeon to tend them.
We've but two able-bodied lieutenants for the lot of us.
None of us speaks the Netsilik tongue.
None has been in the polar regions before.
To restore our best chance of survival,
we must restore our Captain. Surely that is plain.
And given we have Hickey's camp outnumbered and outgunned,
we can expect to retrieve him without a single man lost.
We prefer the order, sir.
Well, I'm giving a different order.
There's been a vote, Edward.
When?
An hour ago.
Before you woke.
It was not to oppose your command in this camp.
That is without question.
It was to ratify the Captain's order.
One given in sound mind,
with the full knowledge of our situation.
You would leave... our Captain with that devil?
He wouldn't have urged us to go on
if he didn't think it were the best plan, sir.
We've also voted that each man can do as he wishes.
We'd not force you to come with us.
We'll leave supplies for the ill.
Most of us are ill.
We're leaving today.
Those who cannot walk on their own to a sledge
will stay.
Once we make our next land camp,
if we can, we'll return for them.
He also ordered we not leave any man behind.
You expediently leave that out.
What if I and anyone here who still feels the pull of loyalty
organize our own rescue party?
Edward... we hope you'll come with us.
To what? Haul?
And to survive.
[Melancholy music]
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[Thunderclap]
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[Crozier] I know Lieutenant Little's nature.
He'll be here by day's end.
With a dozen armed men.
We need to be ready.
I counted 11 men total.
But what about arms?
Who carries them?
Tozer, Manson, Armitage...
...Pilkington... Gibson.
No, no. Gibson's gone as well.
I think... Des Voeux has his gun now.
Gone? Do you mean he ran off?
Dead, sir, and consumed.
I'm sorry.
However unpleasant to hear,
I must put what is going on here into words.
- Five guns, then. - Yes, sir.
We thought the creature was at the ridge to our north
three days ago.
Hickey ordered every man out to face it and...
...I counted five.
Well done. Well done.
If the chance to run comes,
and we are not together, go southeast. Yes?
Captain, will you do something for me?
When you return to London,
will you deliver this to a girl there?
I promised I would get it to her.
It belonged to her brother.
All these months, I thought it lost
but it's found its way back to me and...
I have a chance now to see it where it needs to go.
You will deliver it yourself.
I will not leave this camp, Captain.
I know that.
You mustn't lose heart.
I need your help, Doctor.
If ever I was a doctor, I am one no longer.
Even if God is seeing every last thing we do here,
you have nothing to fear.
Not you.
You're clean, Goodsir.
Clean.
Even as your hand is forced by swine.
Is God here, Captain?
Any god?
It doesn't matter.
This place is beautiful to me, even now.
To see it with eyes as a child's,
there is wonder here, Captain.
And her? Do you...
Do you think she's still alive?
Silence? This place is her home.
She'll be back with her people by now.
Do you think so?
Yes.
Good. Good.
I'll deliver it if I can.
To whom did it belong?
I...
...I made him a promise.
Yes?
I'll find his sister by his name.
He was afraid. He... He said he wants us to run.
Yes?
Uh... His name was...
His name was?
- Uh... - [Footsteps approaching]
Your color's better now.
Thank you, Manson.
Sorry. Mr. Hickey says I'm not to call you Captain any more.
I'm to take you to him now.
That's all right, Magnus.
You're a good boy, I know.
Argh... It's a test, isn't it?
Of our mettle.
Captain.
If you're still in the camp when a meal is made out of me,
honor bright, Captain, do not accept. And if he insists...
We will not let it come to that.
If he insists,
eat only of my feet, do you understand?
My feet. The soles, if possible. The toughest part.
Do you understand? Everything depends on this.
- [Wind whistling] - All set?
Haul!
Right. Haul!
[Boat sled rumbling over rocks]
[Footsteps crunching]
[Grunts]
[Groans and wheezes]
[Calls out weakly] Captain!
[Groans]
[Clattering]
[Crozier's speech is inaudible]
[Amplified tapping on table]
[Gasping]
[Hoarsely] Captain!
We'll be settling down for sick nap soon.
But... come and sit for a moment, Mr. Crozier.
I've been looking forward to this.
Why not let Lieutenant Hodgson go back?
He's some men back at the other camp
who could use his leadership.
Mr. Diggle, Dr. Goodsir, Manson.
They could accompany Lieutenant Hodgson.
He was the first of your officers I enlisted.
I remember the day.
He had a dog leg in his hand.
Oh.
Well, I forgive him. I forgive all of them.
But you.
Do you include yourself in that forgiveness?
I won't know till the end of this.
You hold yourself to the standard of a man
you are not...
...nor should ever have tried to be.
You've let shame drive you on and on.
It's part of why we are where we are.
Then why have me brought here at all?
At great risk to your men.
Tuunbaq.
A spirit that dresses as an animal.
Yet we shot it with a cannon and drew blood.
- How do you reconcile that? - I can't.
There's much about this voyage I can't reconcile.
What mythology is this creature at the center of?
About the creature, I have no answers, Mr. Hickey.
We were not meant to know of it.
I didn't have anywhere near an equal on this expedition.
But you.
I wanted to thank you for that.
On the eve of what is... quite an important day.
You must be a surpassingly lonely man, Mr. Hickey.
Not for long.
[Manacles clink]
[Whispers] I can probably spring those for you later.
We'll have all night to try.
You might be able to run before dawn.
[Whispers] Not yet, Mr. Diggle.
I want to try to take some of you back with me.
When Little and the others arrive.
That'll be any time now.
Then how can I help?
Follow any signal I give you.
[Gentle clinking]
[Puts lid back on bottle]
[Tense music]
♪ ♪
[Breathes erratically]
[Glass clinking]
[Dramatic music builds]
♪ ♪
[Dramatic music climaxes]
♪ ♪
[Dramatic music continues]
♪ ♪
[Banging]
[Hickey] Everyone out!
[Wind howling]
Something's happened.
[Wind howling]
[Rocks crunching underfoot]
[Hickey] He always wanted to help, didn't he?
You'd waste this man? Of all men!
He wasted himself, Mr. Crozier.
Piece of glass through the wrist.
[Hickey] If he only wanted to die, he could have...
run out into the hills and starved.
But he didn't. He made a gift of himself for the rest of us,
is the way I see it.
And at the supper hour.
Come and join us.
Let the men begin.
It will not happen.
Private Armitage, bring Mr. Crozier forward.
[Crozier groans]
[Rocks crunching underfoot]
Mr. Golding, stand up.
[Wind continues howling]
[Flesh being sliced]
[Wind continues howling]
[Hickey] After dinner, we're climbing the hill, men.
There's something needs doing now Mr. Crozier's with us.
A few of you will have parts to play as well.
Mr. Des Voeux, do we still have with us that boat chain?
We do.
[Clock ticking]
[Fire crackling]
[Footsteps approaching]
Forgive Father not coming down, Sir James.
He's not well just today.
Ah. Well, I won't impose on his rest.
I wanted only to say my farewells.
I leave Wednesday next for Lancaster Sound
to see about Sir John and Francis.
I'm relieved to hear it.
Father thinks it's the right choice after all not to wait.
There's momentum built up in the public now for this.
Mm.
The Enterprise and Investigator are marvelous ships.
He can have every confidence there.
Richardson and Rae leave overland in June
and the Plover should be well on her way to join the search
from the Pacific end by then as well.
We'll come at it by east, west and south.
Well, then you're sure to find it.
That'll bring more comfort to my father than you can know.
He wants it found while he still lives.
His own "chilly shortcut to China", he calls it.
[Hickey bellows] Haul!
- [Men grunting] - Come on!
[Boat sled rumbling over rocks]
[Grunting continues]
Push!
[Groaning]
Halt!
[Chains rattling]
Fire a shot, Private Pilkington. Do it now.
- [Gunshot] - Here, Terror!
- Where was he last seen? - South. Two miles.
Staggering off a weak left side.
Let me off this chain!
He is sick, then, the creature?
Cornelius!
He's sick from what he eats, Mr. Hickey.
[He speaks French] "Dis-moi ce que tu manges,
je te dirai ce que tu es."
And in English, Mr. Hodgson?
"Tell me what you eat...
and I will tell you what you are."
I detect a double meaning there.
If we don't meet the creature soon,
we set up a signal fire on this hill.
He may not have his senses. He may need help finding us.
Have we come here to give it a royal death, then?
If it's ill, we should put every shot we have in its head
and butcher it.
Now, while it's weak.
I have a different plan.
Well, perhaps it's time you told us what that plan is.
That creature is everything we need. Meat and fur.
We can make at least ten greatcoats out of it.
And make it back to London full bricks.
You think you're going back? No.
[Des Voeux] Where else are we hoping to get?
I can't go back.
- [Vomits] - Oh!
A man called Cornelius Hickey
told me this expedition was a year in the Polar Sea.
And then out the other side.
He told me the ship's plan to stop at the Sandwich Islands
and the crew was going to dry out in the sun.
"That's the other side of the world," I thought.
"A year's nothing."
So I dabbed him, left him in Regent's Canal.
And here I am instead.
You could have just joined up.
I was gonna show you my heels
when we got to those islands, you know?
I was gonna hook it and start new.
I've seen the drawings in the weeklies.
O'ahu.
Maui.
That sounded nice.
No-one told me I'd be freezing to death
three bloody years instead, did they?
- [Boat creaks] - I've learnt what I needed to.
Bugger London, I'm going forward.
Only forward. Call it with me now, boys.
Come on, together.
♪ God bless our native land ♪
♪ May heaven's protecting hand ♪
- ♪ Still guard our shores ♪ - [Coughing]
♪ May peace her power extend... ♪
Come on!
This has to carry, men. Come on!
♪ God bless... ♪
[All sing feebly] ♪ Our native land... ♪
We're here!
Bugger Victoria! We're here!
Bugger Nelson! Bugger Jesus!
Bugger Joseph and Mary!
Bugger the Archbishop of Canterbury!
None ever wanted nothing from me!
It's here! It's here!
[Hickey] Hand me your glass, Magnus.
[Des Voeux] Are we gonna kill it or not?
[Hickey] Let it come, Mr. Des Voeux.
Open yourself to courage.
What if we're not the heroes of this story?
It will go after those who are running, at first.
Every story we've ever been told
about the holy throne of Britain has a shine on it,
doesn't it?
But I bet you never saw in Shoreditch
the breath of a god in the air.
Never met a man with his soul ate out.
There are holy things before us.
Magnus, Mr. Des Voeux, come forward to the others.
Stagger your position on a line.
When it comes over the top, it's gonna have its head low,
so anticipate that with your aim.
[Groans]
Our empire is not the only empire.
- We've seen that now. - If you run, you'll die.
If you miss, we'll die.
Tommy, give me your gun. I'm the best shot here!
There's nothing that way, Mr. Hoar!
[Stones crunching underfoot]
[Gunshot]
- Sorry, Tom. - It's before me!
Hold, Private!
- [Crozier] Pull the chains! - [Screaming]
- [Grunts] - [Sled rumbling]
Pull the chain back. Pull it back!
[Create roars]
[Roaring]
Diggle, don't run! Don't run!
Argh!
[Eerie screeching]
Come on! Come on!
Be still.
Stop moving!
[Groans]
[Growling]
- No! No! - [Shouting]
- Whoa. Whoa. - [Growling]
[Snarling]
[He calls out]
[Grunting]
[Groaning]
[Creature snarling and eating]
Magnus. Come and see.
[Growling]
[Groaning]
[Creature growls]
- [Grunts] - [Flesh being ripped]
[Eerie clattering]
[Clattering continues]
Argh!
Captain!
[Low growling]
[Creature roaring]
[Groans]
- [Growling] - [He groans]
[Snarling]
[Groans]
[Growls softly]
[Creature roars and growls]
- [Hickey screams] - [Eerie screeching]
[Grunts]
[Growling]
[Crozier groans]
[Low growling]
[Weak groaning]
[Final breath rasps]
[Panting and groaning]
[Groans]
[Panting]
[Tense music]
♪ ♪
[Sled scraping]
[Wind howling]
[Sled scraping]
[Des Voeux] Oh, God! Thank you.
[Panting]
Help me!
Wait...
[Footsteps move away]
[He whimpers]
[Rocks crunching underfoot]
[She blows gently]
[Rocks crunching underfoot]
[Snapping]
[Footsteps trudging]
[Sled rumbling over rocks]
[Wind whistling]
[Sled rumbling]
[Squelching]
[He groans softly]
[He groans repeatedly]
[Whispered muttering]
[Mutters]
[Continues muttering softly]
...George Chambers,
John... John Weekes...
[Grunts]
[Grunts softly]
[Approaching footsteps]
[Speaks in Netsilik] It's colder.
It's late. We should not be so far north.
Tomorrow we will try to walk.
My men.
We must find them.
[Rocks crunching underfoot]
[Wind howling]
[He sniffles]
[Paper rustling]
♪ ♪
[Metallic squeaking]
Edward.
[Faint gasping]
Close?
[Exhales]
[Wind howling]
[Approaching footsteps]
[Wind gusting]
[Fire crackling]
[Speaks in Netsilik] It would be good if you can understand what I say.
I can.
I understand from Silna that you are alone now.
Silna?
Yes.
My men.
They died.
All?
Where do you want to go?
In spring you can decide.
In winter you stay with us.
After what I did?
To Tuunbaq?
We cried many days after we heard from the shaman.
How was it, when the Tuunbaq died?
[Rocks crunching underfoot]
[Low chatter nearby]
[Wind howling]
Where is Silna?
She lost Tuunbaq.
Alone is the way for her now.
When did she leave?
In the night.
She cannot be with us now.
Why not?
That's the way.
Everyone accepts this.
Which way did she go?
Silna, which way did she go?
Silna... Which way did Silna go?
Where is Silna? Where is Silna?
Silna?
Where is Silna?
Everyone accepts this.
You must remember where you are and accept this, also.
[Running footsteps]
Two men are coming, pulling a sled. White men.
What do you want to do?
This is what you tell them.
[He speaks in Netsilik]
[Translator] We saw a captain there.
The one called "Aglooka".
Ask him... if one of these men
is the one he's calling Aglooka.
[Translator asks question]
[Replies in Netsilik]
[Translator] "He spoke in our tongue.
He was dying."
What did Francis say? Aglooka.
[Translates question]
[Translator] "Your friend took my hands.
He said, 'Tell those who come after us not to stay.
The ships are gone.
There is no way through, no passage.
Tell them we are gone.
Dead... and gone.'"
[Music slowly building]
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