[MAN PANTS]
[WOMAN BREATHES HEAVILY]
[MAN GRUNTS]
[MAN PANTS]
[WOMAN GASPS]
[BOTH GRUNT]
[MAN GASPS]
[MAN PANTS]
-[MAN EXHALES] -[WOMAN CHUCKLES]
[MAN BREATHES HEAVILY]
[GRUNTS]
[EXHALES]
Whew!
[SIGHS]
[BACKGROUND CHATTER]
[EXHALES]
[BELL TOLLS]
-[BELL TOLLS] -[GULLS CRY]
[BREATHES HEAVILY]
[BACKGROUND CHATTER CONTINUES]
[DOG BARKS]
[GRUNTS]
[COUGHS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[GRUNTS]
[MAN SIGHS]
-[BACKGROUND CHATTER] -[BELL TOLLS]
[CLEARS THROAT]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[SIGHS]
Rum.
I'm leaving in the morning on the Volunteer.
Give you my note of hand.
Do I look like a fool?
Well then, this good knife of mine against a tot of your rum.
-Heads or tails? -[SIGHS]
It's a fine knife, that. It's not failed me yet.
Heads.
Aye, it's a fine knife. I thank you for this.
Now get the fuck out of my bar.
[MAN GROANS]
[EXHALES]
Toss again.
I don't want your boots.
You have my knife.
You can't back away now.
I don't want your bloody stinking boots.
I'll say it one more time. You can't back away now.
I'll do what the bloody hell I like.
-[BANGS ON TABLE] -Here.
I'll buy you a drink myself, if you shut the fuck up.
[LAUGHS]
-Well, I thank you for it. -MAN 2: Hm-hmm.
I've been whoring all morning and the whistle's dry.
[MAN 2 SIGHS]
[SIGHS]
[BACKGROUND CHATTER]
MAN 1: I'll take that for you, sir.
MAN 2: Thank you. Careful, careful.
MAN 1: I have it.
[MAN 2 GRUNTS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-MAN 3: Come on, lads. -MAN 1: All right so...
-MAN 3: Bring it down. -MAN 1: This is the wardroom.
That's it, yep.
MAN 1: That's Mr McKendrick there.
And here is you.
I'll put your trunk on your bed.
I'm Joseph Hannah.
If you need anything, just call for me.
Don't worry, your trunk will be safe.
And, uh, the Captain's just waiting for you in there.
-MAN: Thank you. -JOSEPH: You're welcome.
-CAPTAIN: Yeah? -Mr Sumner.
CAPTAIN: Come in.
I hear you were injured out in India.
Yes. Shot by a sepoy musket ball on the first day of the assault.
My shinbone bore the brunt,
but I'm totally recovered now, though. Not even a limp.
I'm glad to hear it.
Tell me, did you see Nicholson killed?
No. But I did see his body afterwards. Up on the ridge.
CAPTAIN: An extraordinary man, Nicholson.
A great hero.
You know, I heard he sliced a pandy clean in half
with one swing of his sword, like cutting a cucumber.
SUMNER: He had a Pashtun bodyguard,
big, enormous sod named Khan.
He slept outside his tent to protect him.
The rumour was, the two of them were...
sweethearts.
[CHUCKLES]
Nothing but jealously.
Thank you.
If it weren't for men like Nicholson,
the Empire would have been lost long ago,
and then where would we be?
I saw him hang a man once just for smiling at him.
The poor bugger wasn't even smiling.
The lines must be drawn, Mr Sumner.
Surely you agree
that civilised standards must be maintained?
Sometimes we must meet fire with fire.
They killed women and children, raped them,
slashed their tiny little throats.
Doesn't a thing like that require righteous vengeance?
[MAN COUGHS NEARBY]
Oh, there was a good deal of that going on.
Yes sir. Yes, indeed.
[BACKGROUND CHATTER]
So tell me.
Why did you quit the 61st and leave India?
I know it wasn't your leg.
A surgeon isn't in need of two good legs.
Not the leg, no.
-Well, then what? -[SIGHS]
Well, eight months ago, my Uncle Donal died
and left me his dairy farm over in County Mayo.
It's worth enough to buy me a pretty little house
and a respectable practice somewhere quiet but wealthy.
Scarborough, Hastings.
I do like a promenade, you see.
So why aren't you, uh, attending to the ailments
of little old widows instead of sitting here with me,
A famous Irish landowner like yourself?
Legal complications.
Mysterious cousins crept out of the woodwork,
counter-claimants, if you will.
It's always the way. [SNIFFS]
I'm told the case could take another year to be resolved,
and until then, I have nothing to do with myself nor any money to do it with.
I was passing through Liverpool on my way back to the lawyers in Dublin
when I ran into your Mr Baxter at the bar of the Adelphi Hotel.
We got to talking,
and when he learned that I was an ex-army surgeon in need of gainful employment,
he put two and two together and made a four.
[CLICKS TONGUE] Fierce operator, that Baxter.
Well, I'm not expecting the whaling will make me rich,
but it will keep me occupied at least. While the...
cogs of justice turn.
Oh, we'll find use for you one way or the other.
Though your potions don't really make a great deal of difference.
SUMNER: I mean no offence, Captain, but...
potions?
Doctors tend to adhere to science,
not witchcraft or superstition.
[CAPTAIN CHUCKLES]
Well, you'll find the men on board this ship
have very little use for science.
Either way, I should examine the medicine chest.
There may be one or two items I need to add,
replace, replenish.
There's a chest stowed in your cabin,
and there's an apothecary on Clifford Street.
Get whatever you need from them
and tell them to send the bill to Baxter.
SUMNER: Mr Baxter won't like that much, I imagine.
-Bugger Baxter. -[SUMNER CHUCKLES]
You don't sound much like an Irishman.
Well, I've been here most of my life.
I'm more of an Englishman now.
Is that right?
Yes, Captain.
CAPTAIN: You know what people call us whalers?
They say we're...
refugees from civilisation.
Well, that sounds very appealing to me.
CAPTAIN: Sure. But you'd be wise to remember
that at some point, you have to return.
CAPTAIN: Welcome abroad, Mr Sumner.
Thank you.
Well...
Thanks again, Captain Brownlee.
[DOOR CREAKS OPEN]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[CHUCKLES]
[BACKGROUND CHATTER]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
"Spirit of Squills."
What was the last surgeon, a fucking druid?
[SNIFFS]
[EXHALES]
[THUDS]
-[INDISTINCT CHATTER] -[MAN GRUNTS]
MAN: But I will make sure you have a ready supply of laudanum
for the pain.
That will help with your frame of mind too, I sure of it.
[CREAKING]
- [BELL TOLLS] - [BACKGROUND CHATTER]
[DOOR CHIME TINKLES]
-Hello. -MAN: Hello, there.
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
Please.
MAN: Has Baxter seen this?
You think I'd trouble Baxter with this?
MAN: He'll be troubled when he sees this bloody bill.
I know Baxter, he's a right tight-fisted bastard.
[SIGHS] Just fill the order, please.
[GRUNTS]
Well, I can't let you have all that laudanum.
Why not?
MAN: If I do, I won't get paid for it.
You can have the regular allowance.
[GLASSES CLANK]
Do you do all these yourself then?
Oh, aye.
I'm, uh, I'm the best taxidermist in town.
You can ask anyone.
What's the biggest beast you've ever stuffed?
I mean, the very biggest? I want the truth.
I've done a walrus. Oh, aye.
I've done a polar bear too.
-You've sluffed a bear? -I have.
Now then. That is something I would like to see.
Aye, did it for your Mr Baxter.
What I did was, I set him up on his hindmost legs
with his vicious claws raking the frigid air
like this, look.
[CHUCKLES]
Would you ever stuff a whale?
Whale can't be stuffed.
I mean, apart from the size, it'd putrefy.
[CHUCKLES]
Why don't we change the name on this?
Change this to absinthe or calomel.
We already, uh, we already got calomel.
Ah, yes. Well, absinthe then.
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
I tell you what. [CLICKS TONGUE]
We could put blue vitriol.
-[THUNDER RUMBLES] -Surgeons use a good amount of that.
-Blue vitriol it is. -Right.
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
[RAIN PATTERING]
[SIGHS]
MAN 2: You.
Over here.
Get me a plate of mussels from the fishmonger's on Bourne Street.
Bourne Street, ye understand?
I don't wanna be shitting myself all the way to Greenland.
-[WOMAN CHUCKLES] -MAN 2: Huh?
-WOMAN: Mm. -[COIN CLATTERS]
[MAN 2 AND WOMAN LAUGH]
MAN 2: [WHISPERS] You like that?
[SNIFFS]
[MAN 2 MOANS]
[MAN 2 AND WOMAN LAUGH]
MAN 1: Buy me another drink.
-[WOMAN MOANS] -MAN 1: Fuck off.
Just one more drink and then that'll be the last you'll hear of it.
-[MAN GRUNTS] -[KNIFE RASPS]
I'd sooner cut your fucking balls off
than buy you another drink. Huh?
Could cut your nose off too.
Feed it to the porkers out back.
[LAUGHS]
-[BANGS ON TABLE] -BARMAN: I want you gone.
[SIGHS]
MAN 2: Fucking...
[MAN 1 SIGHS]
You can stick that shillelagh up your fucking arse. [LAUGHS]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[BACKGROUND CHATTER]
SUMNER: God. Fucking hell.
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[SUMNER EXHALES]
Rum, please.
You got money?
-Yes. -All right.
I don't want any trouble.
I don't want any trouble either.
BARMAID: There you go.
SUMNER: After all that has beset me,
all the betrayal and humiliation,
all the disgrace,
the death of my parents from typhus,
the death of my protector William Harper from the drink,
my many efforts misdirected or abandoned,
my many plans gone awry.
BOY: [IN HINDI] Who are you?
SUMNER: Yet, even after India
I am still alive, still intact, still breathing.
It is true that I am nothing now,
just a surgeon on a Yorkshire whaler,
but isn't to be nothing,
if looked at from a different angle,
not to be anything at all?
Then not lost as such, but at liberty.
Finally free.
WOMAN: ♪ Black was the night
♪ And cold was the day
♪ For who should I see there But one of my shipmates ♪
♪ Wrapped in a blanket Far colder than clay ♪
♪ As I was a-walking down By the Royal Albert ♪
♪ Black was the night And cold was the day ♪
♪ For who should I see there But one of my shipmates ♪
♪ Wrapped in a blanket Far colder than clay ♪
[MAN PANTS]
♪ Likewise a candle To light him to bed ♪
♪ His poor heart was breakin' His poor head was achin' ♪
♪ For he's a young sailor Cut down in his prime ♪
[MAN PANTS]
♪ Corner the street you will see Two girls standin' ♪
♪ One to the other Did whisper and say ♪
♪ Here comes the young sailor Whose money we'll squander ♪
♪ Here comes the young sailor Cut down in his prime ♪
-[THUDS] -[WOMAN YELPS]
[WOMAN GASPS]
You make a noise and I'll slice you open like a fucking codfish.
[BOTH PANT]
This bastard should have bought me another fucking drink.
We need to move this bastard now or I'll be in the shit.
So move him.
WOMAN: I ain't moving him.
You did this, you move him.
[WOMAN GRUNTS]
[PANTS]
WOMAN: You're a strong fella, aren't you?
MAN: Well, they can find him tomorrow. I'll be gone by then.
Why don't you give us a shilling or two?
For all the trouble you've caused.
-[MAN PANTS] -[COIN CLATTERS]
BARMAN: Get out.
Now.
Ah, yes.
[EXHALES]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[COUGHS]
[BELL TOLLS]
[MAN PANTS]
-[METAL CLANKS] -[MAN COUGHS]
-[GULLS CRY] -[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
BROWNLEE: What do you make of our Paddy surgeon?
BAXTER: Did you see what I got him for?
Two pounds a month and a shilling a ton.
That's a record, near enough.
BROWNLEE: Do you believe his dead uncle story
and the inheritance?
BAXTER: Of course not. Complete hogwash.
He's not the skilful liar he thinks he is.
D'you think he's been cashiered?
Well, if he has been, so what?
What do they dismiss you for over there now anyways?
Cheating at bridge? Drinking too much gin?
Buggering the bugle boy?
[CHUCKLES]
He'll... he'll do for us.
Can't wait to see what gaggle of shitheads
you've got waiting for me up in Lerwick.
All good men. Shetlanders, hard workers, biddable.
Aye. It doesn't make up for Cavendish.
It's a bad choice making him first mate.
Cavendish is a great turd and a whore-monger, true, but we need him.
BROWNLEE: You should know I aim to fill the hold.
Fill it with what exactly?
More blubber than anyone's ever seen for many a long year.
BAXTER: Yeah, you don't have to prove yourself to me, Arthur.
-I know what you are. -I'm a whaling man.
And a damned fine one, but what would be the point?
The problem we have, it's not you, it's not me.
It's history. History.
I don't ask that you bury your instincts, Arthur.
But you cannot fuck this up.
Don't misremember what we're up to here.
It's not a question of pride, not yours and not mine.
And it's definitely not about the fucking fish.
Twelve thousand pounds, Arthur.
That's a considerable heap of money.
A great deal more than you'll ever hope to make
from killing whales.
And only Cavendish knows?
-BAXTER: Yes. Keep it that way. -And what about Drax?
Keep him close, and if the time comes, you can call on him.
And you can assure me that Captain Morwood will be there to take me men?
BAXTER: The Hastings will be there.
I can't risk a repeat of the Percival.
He... He'll be there, Arthur. Morwood will be there.
He knows if this goes well, he's next in line.
And this is what it's comes to.
Twelve thousand pounds to sink a fine ship.
It's the money, Arthur, that's all it is.
The money does what it wants to.
Doesn't care what we prefer.
Block off one passageway and it carves a new one.
I can't control the money, Arthur.
I can't tell it what to do or where to go next.
I wish I could.
Then you'd better pray there's enough ice up there to make this believable.
BAXTER: If there's one man alive
who has the true knack for finding it,
I believe it's you.
[GLASSES CLINK]
[BAXTER CHUCKLES]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
CREWMAN: Ready to make sail.
CREWMEN: ♪ Haul on the bowline
♪ The bowline haul
♪ Haul on the bowline
-BROWNLEE: Ready the gaffs! -Yes, Captain. Ready the gaffs.
-CREWMAN 1: Ready the gaffs. -CREWMAN 2: Aye, Mr Cavendish.
-BROWNLEE: Cavendish! -CAVENDISH: Aye aye, Captain.
BROWNLEE: Ready the foresail!
CAVENDISH: Yes, Captain. Ready the foresail.
-CREWMAN 3: Ready the foresail. -DECKHAND: All right, Mr Jones.
[CREWMEN GRUNT]
-CAVENDISH: Set the foresail. -DECKHAND: Aye, Mr Cavendish.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-Cavendish? -CAVENDISH: Yes, Captain?
Set the gaffs!
CAVENDISH: Aye aye, Captain. Set the gaffs.
[CREWMEN GRUNT]
Captain.
SUMNER: "We men are wretched things,
and the gods, who have no cares themselves,
have woven sorrows into the very pattern of our lives."
[FOOTSTEPS]
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
Cavendish.
Can I help you?
CAVENDISH: What you doing?
Reading.
-What? -Homer.
So we have an intellectual on board?
I wonder how he'll cope with us rough brutes of the sea.
Do you need me for something, Mr Cavendish?
Do you have some sort of ailment or affliction?
Of course not. Strong as a walrus.
No, I came to tell ya that once we get to Lerwick,
a few of us plan to test the achievements of the local distillery.
So far, there is my second mate Jones.
He's a cool customer, claims to only drink ginger beer.
-And then there's... -What has this got to do with me?
We are inviting you to join us, of course.
I'll see you on deck.
[SIGHS]
-[GULLS CRY] -[BELL TOLLS]
Here's our surgeon. Mr Sumner, this is Jones.
-JONES: Welcome. -Thank you.
And over there is our master harpooner, Mr Henry Drax.
Pleased to make your acquaintance.
As you'll soon discover, Drax is a man of few words.
-Please. -[CAVENDISH WHISTLES]
-JONES: First time in Lerwick? -[SUMNER LAUGHS]
-SUMNER: Yes. -JONES: You'll find it a backwards sort of place.
And thank God for that.
A decent drink and a good wet slice of pussy is all a man needs
before he embarks on the bloody work of whaling.
Fortunately, those are the only two products
Lerwick excels in.
If it's whisky and women that you're after,
you're certainly in the right town.
I feel fortunate to have such experienced guides.
CAVENDISH: Oh, you are fortunate.
Here, Drax? What do you say we show our surgeon
the ins and the outs of this elegant town?
DRAX: Well...
The cheapest whisky is sixpence.
A decent whore will set you back a shilling, possibly two,
if your requirements are more specialised.
See what I mean? A man of few words.
[MEN SHOUTING]
CAVENDISH: I want a woman to fuck,
and I don't care what she looks like.
-JONES: Excuse me, gents. -MAN: Thank you.
One ginger beer please, sir.
Mr Sumner, what would you like to drink?
-Ale please, my boy. -And an ale.
SUMNER: Thank you.
CAVENDISH: Come on then, you Scottish beauty.
[ALL LAUGH]
JONES: You sure you don't wanna partake in Lerwick's finest?
No. No, I believe a good surgeon is in need of some ethics.
Either that or I do not wish to set sail with a dose of the clap.
[CHUCKLES]
Can I ask you a question?
What are you doing on the Volunteer?
-What do you mean? -Well...
the job of a surgeon on a whaling vessel doesn't seem fit for you,
someone so experienced from what I hear.
And what have you heard?
Not a great deal,
but usually, a ship's surgeon is taken by a medical student
in need of funds, not a man like you.
Perhaps I am an incurable eccentric.
Or just a fool.
I doubt either is true.
[BACKGROUND CHATTER]
Uh, to tell you the truth, I was after a change.
What, you mean, you're running away?
No, Baxter made me an offer, and I accepted it.
Perhaps that was rash of me but now that we've begun,
I'm looking forward to the experience.
I intend to keep a journal, make sketches,
-read. -[CHEERING]
The voyage may not be as relaxed as you think.
Captain's got a great deal to prove.
Uh, did you hear of the Percival?
Yeah, what of it?
Well, it was Brownlee's last command.
It went down three years ago, crushed to matchwood by a berg,
eight men drowned and even more perished of cold.
None that survived even made a sixpence.
Sounds like the kind of misfortune that could happen to anybody.
Aye, yeah, but it happened to Brownlee, didn't it? No one else.
And a captain that unfortunate doesn't get another ship.
So you have to ask yourself, how come he gets another command?
Baxter must trust him, I'd say.
I guess he must.
-So why are you here? -I've got a plan.
Five years from now, with my share of luck,
I'll have my own command.
And you think a plan helps a man?
Men like me need a plan. That's the God's truth of it.
[WOMAN CHEER]
[FOLK MUSIC]
[ALL CHEERING]
[MAN GRUNTS]
Hey.
SUMNER: Mr Jones.
-Whisky mind. -Cheers.
-Cheers, lads.
JONES: How was she?
DRAX: Well, I've had worse for a shilling.
JONES: I bet you have.
Oh, they're from the Zembla.
[FOLK MUSIC CONTINUES]
Our Mr Jones over there is a smug little prick.
SUMNER: He has a plan.
Fuck his plan.
He wants his own ship, but he won't get it.
He has no idea what's going on here.
Which is?
Oh, nothing much.
I heard all about Delhi.
I heard there was money to be made, loot aplenty.
-D'you get anything? -No.
The pandies had cleaned out the whole city before we'd got in.
All that was left was broken furniture and stray dogs.
The place was totally ransacked.
No stolen gold then? No jewels?
D'you think I'd be sat here
talking to you pair of bastards if I was rich?
Well, there's rich and then there's rich.
And I am neither.
You saw some famous butchery though, I'd bet.
Some heinous fucking violence.
-I'm a surgeon. -CAVENDISH: So?
I'm not impressed by bloodshed.
DRAX: Not impressed?
Surprised then, if, if you like.
Surprised. I'm not surprised by bloodshed. Not anymore.
Well, I'm not too surprised by bloodshed neither.
Mr Cavendish, are you surprised?
No, not too often.
I generally find I can take a little bloodshed in my stride.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
Hold this.
DRAX: Watch that for me.
Oh, shit. Not again.
Where's Jones? We're gonna need some help.
[DRAX GRUNTS]
-[BOTH GRUNT] -[WOMAN SCREAMS]
[DRAX GRUNTS]
[MAN SCREAMS]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
[ALL GRUNT]
MAN: Hey, hey, hey, hey!
[BOTH GRUNT]
[GRUNTS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-MAN: Look out! -[GUN FIRES]
[EXPLOSION]
[DISTANT SHOUTING]
[PANTS]
[DISTANT SHOUTING]
[SUMNER PANTS]
-[GUN FIRES] -[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS]
[WHIMPERS]
[PANTS]
[GROANS]
BOY: [IN HINDI] Who are you?
Pani?
Pani.
[SUMNER GROANS]
SUMNER: Water please, please.
[SOBS]
Pani.
-Pani. -BOY: Pani?
Yes. Water, yes. Yes. Please.
[SUMNER SOBS]
[SUMNER SNIFFLES]
Do not tell anybody I'm here.
Do you understand me?
Do not tell anybody I'm here.
-BOY: Pani? -Pani.
[WHIMPERS]
[PANTS]
[GROANS]
[PANTS]
[SUMNER GROANS]
[BOTH GRUNT]
DRAX: Here he is.
[SUMNER GROANS]
[CAVENDISH GRUNTS]
CAVENDISH: What you doing?
Michael?
-Hmm. -Oh, fuck.
-[CHUCKLES] -Here, hold this.
[DRAX GRUNTS]
Nothing but shite.
-CAVENDISH: Opium pipe? My, my. -[SUMNER GROANS]
Shh!
CAVENDISH: Hello there.
CAVENDISH: You need to learn to read.
DRAX: Fuck off.
-Army discharge papers. -Hmm.
He's been court-martialled.
-No pension, out on his ear. -[CHUCKLES] For what?
Don't say.
-Give that. Just let me... -Fuck off.
Paste.
Must be.
[DRAX SIGHS]
[SCRATCHES]
Let me have a look, will ya?
Shit, it's deep.
[GASPS]
CAVENDISH: You lying little bastard. [SCOFFS]
This is stolen Hindu loot. Good stuff, too.
Why not sell it on?
It makes him feel safer.
-[SCOFFS] Safer? -[CHUCKLES]
Loot like that could get a man in trouble.
And a whaling voyage,
it's full of dangers.
A few among us will not come home alive.
That's a simple fact.
And if ever a man perishes while on board or on the ice,
it is the appointed task of the first mate
to auction off his possessions for the sake of the poor widow,
not that this ugly sod will have a wife.
But not yet.
-Not in Lerwick. -Fuck, no, not yet.
I don't mean yet.
Put everything back as it was.
Do you think Brownlee knows?
No one knows but us.
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[GAGS]
[MAN LAUGHS]
[GROANS]
[ALL YELL]
[LAUGHS]
Oh, I don't trust myself, I don't trust the boat either.
Here we go.
[ALL YELL]
[LAUGHS]
Fuck me. Oh, not again. Here we go again.
[ALL YELL]
[RETCHES]
CAVENDISH: Thank you, Lord, Mary and Joseph,
for looking after me on these seas.
[GLASS SHATTERS]
[ALL CHEER]
[ALL LAUGH]
[WIND WHISTLES]
[DOOR CLOSES]
-SUMNER: Good morning. -DECKHAND: Mr Sumner.
CREWMAN 1: Mr Sumner.
JONES: Mr Sumner.
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
CREWMAN 2: Make fast on that.
CREWMAN 3: Ho!
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[EXHALES]
I'm Otto.
-Harpooner. -Patrick Sumner.
I'm the surgeon.
OTTO: I know.
[CREWMAN SHOUTS]
So when can I expect our first whale hunt?
OTTO: Not until we pass the Cape.
-Seals come first. -SUMNER: I see.
-Poor bastards. -[SUMNER CHUCKLES]
I've been reading a lot of William Scoresby.
He says a Greenland whale can hold a boatful of men in its mouth.
OTTO: Oh, yeah. I guess it's true.
But she's a timid fish,
playful, slow.
Makes her easy to catch.
Dangerous, the flukes.
Could split you in half. [BARKS]
[CHUCKLES]
There'll be bears too, apparently?
Oh, yeah. There'll be bears.
[LAUGHS] He doesn't know.
-He's got no idea. -DRAX: Look at him.
CAVENDISH: He's got no chance. Not once we hit the ice.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
-Lower the boats. -DECKHAND: Come on, lads.
-[BACKGROUND CHATTER] -[GRUNTS]
BROWNLEE: He's quite something.
Oh, yes.
-[GUNFIRE] -It's why Baxter likes him.
He takes a larger sum of the money, I should think.
I don't think it's money that motivates Henry Drax.
Then what?
I don't wish to know.
-[SEALS SQUEAL] -[GUNFIRE]
[GUNFIRE]
-MAN: Get out of the way. -[PANTS]
-[MAN GRUNTING] -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[SEAL WHIMPERS]
[PANTS]
-[GRUNTS] -[SEAL YELPS]
[PANTS]
[GRUNTS]
[BREATHES HEAVILY]
[GUNFIRE]
[GRUNTS]
[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
[SPITS]
CAVENDISH: There he is. The master.
-CREWMAN 1: Hey. -CREWMAN 2: There he is.
Leave some for the rest of us, hey?
-MAN: Hut, hut, there you go. -[CREWMEN YELL]
BROWNLEE: A hundred skins is a good fucking day.
It should yield up to three tons of oil.
And each ton will bring in about 40 pounds, I'd say, with some luck on our side.
But we must press on tomorrow before the pack scatters.
JONES: Here.
We mustn't let those Norwegian fuckers beat us to our prize.
So tomorrow, we'll send out a third boat,
and anyone still breathing,
or can hold a rifle, will be out there killing.
The surgeon could join us.
Unless he has a book to read.
Or someone's haemorrhoid to ram back in.
[ALL CHUCKLE]
Mr Sumner? What d'you say?
I'd say I'm able.
Enough to try my level best, anyway.
-DECKHAND: Good man. -Good.
So tomorrow, our surgeon will join the hunt.
DECKHAND: Aye, Captain.
Back to work.
CREW: Aye, Captain.
DECKHAND: Come on, lads.
CAVENDISH: You heard him.
-That's all right then. -Yeah, yeah, yeah. Yeah, yep.
SUMNER: It is a grave mistake to think too much.
Why board the Volunteer?
Why sealing? Why whaling?
[SEALS SQUEAL]
SUMNER: There is no reason and that is its great genius,
the illogic of it, the near idiocy.
Perhaps life cannot be puzzled or blathered into submission
but should be lived through
and survived in whatever fashion a man can manage.
Maybe cleverness will get you nowhere.
Maybe it is only the stupid,
the brilliantly stupid,
who will inherit the earth.
[SEALS SQUEAL]
[SEAL YELPS]
[GRUNTS]
CREWMAN: That's it, Mr Sumner.
-[GUNFIRE] -[EXHALES]
[PANTS]
[SUMNER GROANS]
[GULLS CRY]
[GRUNTS]
[GUNFIRE]
[BREATHES HEAVILY]
[PANTS]
Come on.
[GRUNTS]
Ah. Yeah.
Aye, aye, aye.
[EXHALES]
[DISTANT SHOUTING]
[GUNFIRE]
[BREATHES DEEPLY]
[GRUNTS]
[PANTS]
[GRUNTS]
[GRUNTS] God.
Here we go. [PANTS]
Mr Drax!
Could you spare me a hand, please?
[WIND WHISTLES]
[PANTS]
[GRUNTS]
[PANTS]
[GRUNTS]
[THUDS]
[EXHALES]
[GRUNTS]
[GROANS]
[PANTS]
Drax!
[GASPS]
[PANTS]
[GUNSHOT]
[GASPS]
[WIND WHISTLES]
[GASPS]
♪ 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 ♪
♪ And we'll all Hang on behind ♪
♪ And 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 ♪
♪ And we'll all Hang on behind ♪
♪ And we'll roll The old chariot along ♪
♪ We'll roll The old chariot along ♪
♪ And we'll all Hang on behind ♪