JONES: Sumner?
Sumner?
[WIND WHISTLES]
Sumner?
Sumner!
Mr Sumner?
Sumner?
Patrick?
[JONES GRUNTS]
[PANTS] Dear God.
[FIRES GUN]
Right, up. Up.
Careful with him, Otto. Watch him, watch him.
[OTTO GRUNTS]
Now bring him... bring him down.
-Bring him down. -DECKHAND: Aye, Mr Jones.
[GRUNTS]
[JONES GASPS]
BROWNLEE: Is the poor fucker even breathing?
I think so.
Bring him to the wardroom.
Gimme a hand, Otto. [GRUNTS]
JONES: Someone grab the goose fat. Hurry.
OTTO: Where's the boiling water?
[JONES PANTING]
JONES: Uh-huh. Yeah.
It's nearly there.
Yeah, yeah, yeah.
Hot towels, Joseph. Get the hot towels, please.
-As many as you can. -JOSEPH: Aye, Mr Jones.
Jones, let's get him to his cabin.
He'll be more comfortable there.
JONES: Mr Sumner? Can you hear me?
Otto, get the brandy.
-You'll be all right. -[SUMNER GRUNTS]
JONES: Yeah, yeah, yeah.
[SUMNER GROANS]
[CHOKES]
[GROANS]
-JONES: Lay down. -BROWNLEE: How is he?
JONES: He's showing signs of improvement.
[SUMNER SHUDDERS]
Make sure he never goes out again.
I don't want another death on me conscience.
He's fucking blessed is what he is.
OTTO: It's a miracle, that's what it is.
Oh, miracle or not, from now on, we mariners will hunt fish,
and the surgeon will remain safe in this cabin here,
reading his Homer or pulling his pizzle,
or whatever the fuck it is he does in here.
CAVENDISH: Easy enough for some.
BROWNLEE: The surgeon has his job on this ship,
and you have yours.
Let that be the end of it.
Aye, Captain.
[SUMNER PANTS]
-SUMNER: Laudanum. -BROWNLEE: Good work, men.
SUMNER: Laudanum. Laudanum.
JONES: Yeah, it's coming now.
[CREWMAN SINGS NEARBY]
He might still die.
Seems to me he'll be a difficult bastard to finish off.
Brownlee's sweet on him too. We need to be careful.
[COUGHING NEARBY]
The further we sail, the more dangers he'll face.
How much d'you reckon that ring's worth?
I'd say 20 guineas, even 25.
-It ain't your ring. -Ain't your ring either.
Or the surgeon's, for that matter.
I'd say it belongs to whichever cunt has his hands on it at the time.
I'd say that's about right.
[CREAKING]
SUMNER: Pani?
Pani.
-BOY: Pani? -SUMNER: Yes.
Water, yes. Yes. Please.
[DISTANT GUNFIRE]
[DISTANT SHOUTING]
Twenty years ago, my parents left me too.
They were sent to a typhus hospital in Castlebar,
County Mayo.
That's where I'm from, in Ireland.
A long, long way.
My mother took my hand,
and she promised me she'd be back.
She swore it.
But she never returned.
I was left alone for days.
[SIGHS]
I knew that they had died,
long before William Harper had come to save me.
He was the surgeon who treated them.
HARPER: Don't be afraid, my boy.
He was wearing green tweed...
and muddy pigskin boots.
That's what I remember the most. [SNIFFS]
The smell of the wool... and the leather
as he carried me outside in his arms.
When the British soldiers get here tomorrow,
I'm going to keep you safe.
I promise you.
I will keep you safe.
[DOOR OPENS]
SUMNER: No! No! No, no! [WHIMPERS]
-I'm a good fucking shot me! -[GASPS]
SUMNER: It takes three long weeks to pass Cape Farewell,
and my recovery is painful and slow.
Brownlee tells me that many vessels have been lost in these waters,
and we should be merciful that we have been preserved.
Otto is convinced that I died on the ice.
That I left my body and travelled to higher realms.
OTTO: Do you know about Master Swedenborg?
He describes a spirit place
as a broad green valley surrounded by mountains,
where the dead souls, they gather
before being separated into the saved and the damned.
Well, if there is such a pleasant place,
then I certainly never saw any sign of it.
You would have met the dead, spoke with them.
Do you remember that?
No. No, I do not.
SUMNER: I don't know who or what I saw on the ice.
But I did not die.
I have not been saved or damned.
If I had died, I would be new somehow,
and there is nothing new about me.
[DOOR OPENS]
SUMNER: As we travel north towards Baffin Bay,
the crew are kept busy
splicing whale lines and overhauling harpoons.
Morale seems high after the success of the sealing
and the men are desperate to hunt some fish.
And I am here to do my job too.
I give them poultices, plasters, ointments and balms.
They are grateful for these attentions,
these signs of care.
They have a faith in me, foolish, but real.
SUMNER: Morning, cook.
SUMNER: But to me, they are bodies only.
Legs, arms, torsos, heads.
Towards the rest of them, their moral characters, I remain indifferent.
It is not my task to educate them
or move them towards virtue.
It is not my task to judge, soothe or befriend them.
I am a medical man.
Not a priest or a magistrate or a spouse.
In fact,
in my current state, I have very little comfort to give.
[KNOCKING AT DOOR]
Yes?
[WOOD CREAKS]
It's Joseph Hannah, sir.
[SIGHS] What is it?
My stomach is bad.
When did this begin?
Yesterday night.
Can you describe the pain?
How does it feel?
It hurts me a good deal.
Climb onto the bunk, and we'll examine you from there.
It's a very simple, straightforward procedure.
I just need to examine you
to identify the source of the pain.
My stomach is bad, that's all.
I just need Pepperdine.
I'll decide what it is that you need.
Climb onto the bunk and lift up your shirt, please.
[JOSEPH COUGHS]
[SHAKY BREATHING]
SUMNER: Does this hurt?
JOSEPH: No.
SUMNER: Does this?
No.
So where is the pain?
[JOSEPH SOBS] It's everywhere.
If it's not here or here, then how can it be everywhere?
JOSEPH: It's lower down.
SUMNER: And does it hurt when you shit?
Hm-hmm.
Remove your trousers, turn onto your side
and hug your knees to your chest, please.
[JOSEPH SNIFFLES]
It sounds like it could be piles.
I'll give you some ointment and you can be on your way.
[JOSEPH PANTS]
[SOBS]
[JOSEPH BREATHES HEAVILY]
[WHISTLES]
-BOY: Yes, Mr Sumner? -Warm water and a clean rag, urgently.
-[CRIES] -SUMNER: Clean.
BOY: Right away, sir.
[DOOR CLOSES]
[JOSEPH SNIFFLES]
-SUMNER: Who did this to you? -JOSEPH: It was no one.
Joseph..
Somebody did this to you.
You're safe in here.
-You can talk free... -It was no one.
Take this now.
Come back tomorrow
and every day till the end of the week.
You may go now.
Come back tomorrow for another one of these.
Do not forget.
Thank you.
[DOOR CLOSES]
-[KNOCKING AT DOOR] -SUMNER: Captain Brownlee.
BROWNLEE: Come in.
I'll be with you in a minute.
-[SUMNER CLEARS THROAT] -Twenty years ago,
these waters were full of whales.
Now they've all moved up north.
-SUMNER: Erm, Captain, I... -Steam. That's the future.
You know, with a powerful enough steam engine,
we could chase them to the ends of the earth.
I need to discuss a very sensitive matter with you.
Joseph Hannah.
He came to see me today complaining of a foul stomach.
Oh, the cabin boy?
But when I examined him,
I discovered he had been sodomised.
What, did he tell you this himself?
It was evident from the examination.
BROWNLEE: You sure?
The damage was extensive.
And there were signs of venereal disease.
[WHISPERS] Fucking hell.
Who is responsible for such an abomination?
The boy will not say. [SIGHS]
He is frightened.
He may also be a little bit simple-minded.
Oh, he's stupid enough, that's for sure.
I know his father and his uncle both,
and they're bloody imbeciles.
Are you sure this happened on board my ship?
Without any doubt.
Cavendish?
-CAVENDISH: What is it? -Fetch me Hannah.
CAVENDISH: What's that little shit done now?
Just bring him to me.
CAVENDISH: Go on.
Young Joseph,
our Captain would like to ask you a number of questions.
-Shall I stay? -BROWNLEE: Aye.
You know the habits and personalities of the men
better than I do.
I know the personality of this little savage.
Joseph. Mr Sumner tells me that you've sustained an injury.
Is that true?
I've heard nothing of an injury.
Sumner examined Joseph earlier this evening and found evidence,
clear evidence,
that he's been ill-used by another member of the crew.
[CHUCKLES] Ill-used?
SUMNER: Sodomised.
Well...
How did it happen?
Who's responsible?
It was an accident.
It's awful dark in the forecastle.
Is it not possible that the boy merely slipped one night
and landed on his arse in an unfortunate fashion?
The idea is ridiculous.
Such injuries as I saw could only occur in one way.
Strange, then, that the boy thinks it was.
Probably because he's scared.
Who are you scared of?
-No one. -BROWNLEE: Look at me, Joseph.
-Who's done this to you? -No one, Captain.
BROWNLEE: I'm a patient fellow, but my patience has its limits.
If you've been mistreated,
then the man who has mistreated you will be punished for it.
But you must tell me the whole truth now.
Joseph.
So who did this to ya?
No one, Captain. [SNIFFS]
BROWNLEE: Joseph.
All right, if the boy won't identify his attacker
then nothing further can be done.
SUMNER: No, we can seek witnesses.
-We are on a whaling ship. -Yes. Precisely.
Look, Joseph, you may go now.
If I wish to speak to you again, I'll call for you.
-You can go back to your cabin. -Yes, Captain.
[DOOR CLOSES]
I'll instruct the men to keep their quarters tidier in future
to avoid any more such accidents.
[DOOR OPENS]
-[BROWNLEE POURS DRINK] -[DOOR CLOSES]
BROWNLEE: I'll move the boy from the fo'c's'le,
and he can bed down in steerage for a while.
-What if Cavendish is the culprit? -No.
SUMNER: That would explain the boy's silence.
Look, Cavendish has a good many faults,
but he is not a sodomite. Not of men at least.
Well, he certainly seemed amused by the situation.
BROWNLEE: Look, if the boy won't change his tune
then nothing further can be done.
Whatever particular injuries he may have,
it's your job, as surgeon, to treat them.
I trust you have the skills
-and necessaries to do so. -[DOOR OPENS]
[DOOR CLOSES]
[DOOR CREAKS]
[EXHALES]
[SIGHS]
[PUTS BOTTLE IN DRAWER]
-[HEAVY KNOCKING AT DOOR] -[SUMNER GASPS]
[GRUNTS]
[EXHALES]
[DOOR CREAKS]
-Sorry to disturb. -No, no.
I'm told a cabin boy was hurt.
Who told you?
Cavendish.
Do you have your suspicions on the culprit?
I may.
DRAX: Yeah.
Well, Joseph Hannah is a well-known liar. I'd...
take what he tells you with a pinch of salt.
SUMNER: Oh, he hasn't told me anything.
Oh, aye?
SUMNER: That's the problem.
-He won't speak. -He's feeble-minded.
D'you know the boy?
Not well, no. I know his father, Fredrick Hannah.
I know his brother, Henry.
SUMNER: What d'you make of them?
Um... I don't make anything, really.
Tell me if this is too tight, Mr Drax.
[LAUGHS] No, not at all.
Lovely.
You know, Brownlee has decided the matter is closed anyway,
and unless the boy changes his mind,
nothing more can be done.
Ah. So that's the end of it?
Probably.
[DRAX SIGHS]
Tell me.
Why did you become a surgeon, a fellow like yourself?
Uh, because I wished to advance from my humble origins.
DRAX: Ah.
Um...
Well, you wished to advance
and yet, here you are on a Yorkshire whaler. [LAUGHS]
You're fretting over cabin boys.
I wonder what has happened to those ambitions.
I must have simplified them. [CHUCKLES]
[DRAX CACKLES] I believe I've done the same.
Hmm, for the time being, at least.
Oh, aye.
-SUMNER: Hmm. -DRAX: Hmm.
-Good man. -Keep this on for a day or so.
It should heal relatively quickly.
Indeed. Indeed I will.
[SNIFFS]
-Thank you, Mr Sumner. -Thank you.
[DOOR CREAKS]
[WHALE SINGS IN THE DISTANCE]
[WHALE SINGS]
CAVENDISH: All hands! All hands on deck!
BROWNLEE: All hands on!
-CAVENDISH: All hands on deck! -BROWNLEE: All hands on deck!
-CREWMAN: All hands! -JONES: A fish to!
-CAVENDISH: All hands! -BROWNLEE: All hands on deck!
-BROWNLEE: Move men, move! -[SHOUTING CONTINUES]
CREWMAN: Move it along! Come on.
-JONES: A fish to! -BROWNLEE: Man the boats!
DECKHAND: Aye, Captain.
-BROWNLEE: Man the boats! -CAVENDISH: With a will, lads.
BROWNLEE: Man the boats!
-DECKHAND 1: Aye, Captain. -BROWNLEE: Quickly!
We've a fish to hunt.
Mr Bannon, you and your crew
take the first boat with Mr Drax!
DECKHAND: Aye, and check on the grapnel.
-[WHALE BLOWS] -JONES: The first boat is ready.
DECKHAND: Everybody lynched?
CREWMAN: Take as much as you can carry.
[DRAX PANTS]
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
JONES: The second boat is ready!
Portside, back quarters, starboard side, make way.
[CREWMEN PANTS]
-Mr Sumner. -Ah, thank you.
[WHALE SINGS]
DRAX: Good, good. Make way.
Make way.
Easy there, lads. Get back.
Hold tight, hold water.
Starboard, make way.
Portside, hold. Starboard, make way!
Heave! Heave! Good, lads.
[ALL GRUNTING]
Hold water, lads. Hold water.
Lay in your oars.
Oars in.
[DRAX GRUNTS]
[EXHALES]
[YELLS]
[CREWMEN CHEER]
[CHEERING CONTINUES]
[YELLS]
[DRAX PANTS] Go on!
DRAX: All right.
[CREWMAN SHOUTS]
DRAX: She's nearly there.
Get ready, she's about to rise.
Pull to, lads! Oars in.
Pull to! Pull to!
-BROWNLEE: Drop the third boat! -JONES: Drop the third boat.
Pull to!
[ALL PANTING]
DRAX: All right, lads. Pull to, pull to!
That's it, lads.
[ALL PANTING]
[YELLS]
So, what's next?
We kill it.
DRAX: Easy. Easy.
CAVENDISH: That's the line.
-Slowly. -JONES: Make ready now.
OTTO: Easy, easy, easy.
-CREWMAN 1: Wood and black skin. -[WHALE GROANS]
[CREWMEN GRUNT]
[WHALE GROANS]
Give me one last groan, my darling.
One last shudder to help me find your heart.
That's it, my sweet.
One more inch and then it is done.
[GRUNTS]
[CHEERING]
[CHEERING IN THE DISTANCE]
CREWMAN: ♪ I thought I heard The Old Man say ♪
♪ Leave her, Johnny Leave her ♪
CREWMAN: Let her go.
[PANTS]
DECKHAND: Make fast the nose tackle.
CREWMAN: You three, attend to the baleen.
[BOTH GRUNT]
[GULLS CRY]
OTTO: No, no, no. Other way.
CREWHAND: Away, away, away.
OTTO: Another piece ready.
[GULLS CRY]
This beast should wield up to ten tons of oil
and half a ton of whalebone,
a value close to 900 pounds, should profit hold at market.
Enough to keep you in whores, Jones.
[ALL LAUGH]
Ah, but this is just the start.
I want these holds filled.
I want them overflowing with blubber.
I wanna be unable to work on this deck
for all the whalebone. All right?
-Aye, Captain. -Good job, lads.
-Good kill. -CAVENDISH: Raise her up.
CREWMAN 1: Up! Up, up, up, up, up, up, up!
-CREWMAN 2: Away with the tail. -DRAX: In.
In. Down.
-DRAX: Down! -[CREWMEN GRUNT]
DRAX: Down all the way.
That's it. Let her go, let her go, let her go.
That'll do, lads, step away.
By Christmas, the bones of this gruesome stinker
will be nestling in the delicately perfumed corsets
of some as yet unscrewed lovely,
dancing the Gay Gordons in a ballroom on the Strand.
[CHUCKLES]
That's thought enough to make your head fairly spin, is it not, Mr Sumner?
That behind every piece of sweet-smelling female loveliness
is a world of stench and doggery.
I'd quite like to help.
I'm fairly decent with a blade after all.
-[CHUCKLES] Captain? -BROWNLEE: Aye?
CAVENDISH: Our doctor
thinks he'll be decent with a flensing blade.
-[ALL LAUGH] -BROWNLEE: Bring him on then.
Fetch him some togs.
Here's your chance, lad.
CREW: ♪ Cause we were walking her
♪ Out from the docks
♪ Way, hey, roll and go
♪ The pretty young girls
♪ They came down In their frocks ♪
♪ To be rollicking Randy dandy-O ♪
♪ Heave and haul And heave away ♪
♪ Way, hay, roll and go
JONES: As this is our surgeon's first flense, three cheers.
-Hey! -CREW: Hey!
-JONES: Hey! -CREW: Hey!
♪ Heave and haul And heave away ♪
♪ Way, hey, roll and go
♪ Soon, we'll be dragging her Round by the horn ♪
♪ Way, hey, roll and go
♪ You'll wish to Christ That you'd never been born ♪
[VOICES ECHO]
[SINGING CONTINUES]
[VOICES ECHO]
DECKHAND: Two more buckets.
CREWMAN: Fraser, bring that bucket to us.
FRASER: I can't cut through it.
[ALL CHEER]
[FOLK MUSIC]
[LAUGHTER]
CAVENDISH: Maybe we'll make a whaling man of you yet.
SUMNER: Is that so?
CAVENDISH: Some surgeons
would be too dainty for the pick-haak,
but you took to it nicely, I'd say.
Well, I found the flensing to be a good deal like cutting turf,
which I did my fair share of as a boy.
CAVENDISH: That's it then, it's in your blood.
Whaling is?
No, not the whaling, the working.
An Irishman is a labourer at heart.
That is his calling.
You may not sound like an Irishman
but one you'll always be.
And what is an Englishman's true calling then, I wonder.
To grow fat off the labours of others?
There are them that are born to toil,
and them that are born to grow rich.
And which are you?
Oh, I'd say my time is coming. I'd say it's coming pretty soon.
Go on, lads.
[WHOOPING]
[FOLK MUSIC CONTINUES]
[LOCKS DOOR]
-[BACKGROUND CHATTER] -[SUMNER SIGHS]
[EXHALES]
[SHIP CREAKS]
[INHALES]
[COUGHS]
[SNIFFS]
[BACKGROUND CHATTER]
[THUDDING]
CREWMAN 1: All the barrels up!
CREWMAN 2: We need more shakes from the hold.
What the hell is all of this, Otto?
-OTTO: It's barrel water. -SUMNER: Sorry?
Barrel water, son.
Brownlee ordered to break out the main hold,
prepare for the next of the whales.
Has there been any more sightings at all, or...
I think we scared them north.
We should re-find them again once we reach Melville Bay,
if the ice is not too thick.
[OTTO GRUNTS]
SUMNER: Oh, bless ya.
CREWMAN: That's it, get it over.
OTTO: Cooper, it's cracked.
COOPER: It's not rotten. You're gonna have to open it up.
[METAL CLATTERS]
[SUMNER SIGHS]
SUMNER: Checking all digits.
Flesh beneath the second digit on right hand
would indicate a struggle.
Upper right arm intact.
[SNIFFS] Checking neck and throat.
-He's been strangled. -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
Fucking outrage.
This is an appalling thing.
In my long years at sea,
I've never heard of a murder on a whaler.
Not outright murder and not of a cabin boy.
How in God's name is it
that no one here noticed anything?
JONES: Too good for him, if you ask me.
That's enough!
BROWNLEE: Where's the sailmaker?
SAILMAKER: Aye.
BROWNLEE: Stitch him in his shroud, and we'll bury him betimes.
The rest of you men, get back to your duties.
CREW: Aye, Captain.
[BACKGROUND CHATTER]
He's missing a tooth, Captain.
-So? -SUMNER: It is only recently missing, look.
BROWNLEE: What kind of a crew has this bastard Baxter afflicted me with?
BROWNLEE: And the Lord spake unto thee.
Our Father...
ALL: Who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.
Thy kingdom come, thy will be done,
on earth as it is in heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread.
And forgive us our trespasses,
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation, but deliver us from evil.
For thine is the kingdom, the power and the glory.
Forever and ever. Amen. Amen.
-BROWNLEE: Back to work. -CREW: Aye, Captain.
SUMNER: And what would your Master Swedenborg say on such atrocities?
OTTO: We drifted away from the Lord.
Because the Lord allowed us to.
Don't get it jumbled up, Dr Sumner.
The confusion and stupidity, it's all ours.
You see, we...
we build a great bonfire to warm ourselves,
and then we complain the flames are too hot,
and we're blinded by smoke.
But to kill a young boy?
Now what sense can be made of that?
The most important questions
are the ones we cannot hope to answer with words.
You see, the words are like toys.
They amuse us and educate us for a time,
but when it comes to manhood...
we should give them up.
Words are all that we have.
If we give them up, then we are no more than beasts.
If that is what you truly think, Dr Sumner,
then you must find an explanation on your own.
I would rather not think.
It would be pleasanter and easier.
But it seems I cannot help myself.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
BROWNLEE: You better fucking pray
there's enough ice up there, Mr Baxter.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
CREWMAN: Another island! Ice ahead!
[BACKGROUND CHATTER]
[METAL CLANGING]
[KNOCKS ON DOOR]
-Yeah? -[DOOR OPENS]
I've been squeezing and grinding the bastards, and they've given up a name.
-Who? -CAVENDISH: McKendrick.
Samuel McKendrick, the carpenter?
CAVENDISH: And this last season,
when he was shipped aboard the John O'Gaunt,
it is well known he was sharing his berth
with a boat steerer. A man, name of Nesbit.
What, in plain sight?
It's dark in the fo'c's'le, as you know, Captain,
but let's just say noises were heard at night.
Noises of a certain unmistakable kind, I mean.
Bring me McKendrick.
Cavendish.
This mustn't interfere with what needs to be done.
With what you and I are on this vessel to do.
Fucking idiot.
[CHATTER NEARBY]
How well did you know Joseph Hannah?
MCKENDRICK: I doesn't know him hardly at all.
Well, you must have seen him in the fo'c's'le.
MCKENDRICK: I seen him, yeah, but I don't know him.
He's just a cabin boy.
BROWNLEE: Are you not fond of cabin boys?
Not especially.
[CAVENDISH SCOFFS]
BROWNLEE: Are you married, McKendrick?
Do you have a wife waiting for you?
No, I ain't and I don't.
Not fond of women, is that it?
MCKENDRICK: No, it isn't that.
It's just that I haven't found a woman quite suitable for me yet.
[CAVENDISH SCOFFS]
[WHISPERS] Fucking...
BROWNLEE: I've heard it said that you prefer the company of men.
Is that true?
No... It's not true.
I'm as red blooded as the next man over.
Joseph Hannah was sodomised before he was killed.
I suppose you know that already.
Yeah, some of the fellows at the fo'c's'le are saying that, sir, yes.
Did you kill him?
-Did you kill the cabin boy? -No. That's not me, sir.
But I have half a dozen men who will testify
to his well-known reputation as a buggerer of young boys.
If you're found lying,
it will not go well for you, I promise you that.
[SIGHS] It hasn't ever been about boys.
Boys are not to my taste.
You expect us to believe you are so very particular
about whose arse you'd lay siege to?
From what I hear, after a pint or two of whiskey,
you'd fuck your own granddad.
It isn't about laying siege to anything.
You're a disgusting disgrace,
and whether you're a murderer or not,
-I should have you whipped. -I ain't a murderer.
Yeah, well, you're a fucking liar.
We've proved that.
And if you lie about one thing,
what's to say you won't lie about anything else?
But I ain't a murderer.
If you allow me to examine him in my cabin briefly, Mr Brownlee,
there may be indications.
Young Joseph Hannah had a slew of sores
and if they are venereal, as I think they were,
it's likely the perpetrator would have the very same sores.
-Take your clothes off. -SUMNER: I'd much prefer to use my...
No, do it now or else we'll do it for you.
[CLEARS THROAT]
Could you pull back your foreskin, please, Mr McKendrick?
No visible signs of infection...
or lesions.
No signs of soreness or abrasion either.
Perhaps he used a gob of lard to ease his entrance.
Perchance, did you check Hannah for signs of lubrication?
Shut up, Cavendish, and let Sumner do his job.
[SIGHS]
No fresh cuts or scratches on the wrist.
[INHALES]
No, no fresh cuts or scratches
as might be caused by a struggle.
You may put your clothes back on now, Mr McKendrick.
BROWNLEE: No, you can get dressed outside.
There's your murderer right there.
Whether his cock is chaffed or not, he's the guilty one, I tell you.
There's no proof, none at all.
Surely even you, Mr Cavendish, are aware
that you need proof before you can condemn a man?
-You should be careful, Mr Sumner. -And why is that?
CAVENDISH: I know more about you than you might like to think.
Go on ahead. I have very little to hide.
BROWNLEE: Look, quiet, both of you.
Sumner is right.
We need proof.
What proof do you need? He's a known sodomite.
Put him in irons for now and tell the rest of the crew
that I wish to speak to anyone who saw him talking to Hannah
or paying the boy any kind of attentions.
If he's guilty, there will be a witness.
You can leave now, Mr Sumner.
CAVENDISH: Thank you, Captain.
CAVENDISH: There's some things about our surgeon
that you don't know, Captain.
BROWNLEE: I don't wanna hear about Sumner.
Just find the proof and we can move on.
Once we're through the strait,
I'll meet up with Captain Morwood,
and we'll head north to Lancaster Sound.
CAVENDISH: Aye, Captain.
[LOCK CLICKS]
[THUNDER RUMBLES]
[SUMNER BREATHES HEAVILY]
-[UTENSILS CLATTER] -[INDISTINCT CHATTER]
CAVENDISH: You can see him in the dockyard taprooms every night,
buying arse and giggling with the other pansies.
That doesn't make him a murderer.
CAVENDISH: Course it's him.
Brownlee just needs a little more proof.
What kind of proof?
A witness, someone who's seen the two of them together.
I'd seen them together.
SUMNER: When?
I seen them by the deckhouse late one night.
He was mooning over the boy, he was cooing and billing,
he was paddling his neck.
He was trying to give him little kisses.
The boy didn't seem to like it too much neither.
That should do it.
Why didn't you mention this before?
It must have slipped my mind.
My wits aren't quite so strongly trained as yours are, Mr Sumner,
and, erm... I'm the forgetful type, see.
DRAX: He had him pushed up against the wall,
he was stroking his hair.
Then I saw him give him a kiss. That's what I saw, Captain.
Why didn't you bring me this useful information before?
DRAX: Well, I didn't think of it.
Once I heard his name mentioned as the murderer,
then it all came back.
That is a bloody lie. I never once touched that boy.
Well, I saw what I saw.
There's no man can tell me I didn't.
And you'll swear to this in a court of law?
On the Holy Bible. Yes, I will.
Right then, I'll enter your account into the ship's log
and you can stamp your mark on it.
Now, is there anything that you wish to add, Mr McKendrick?
There's not a word of truth in it,
that's what I'd like to say.
He's spewing out lies.
Oh, I have no reason to lie.
Look, if you've an accusation to make
then you should make it now.
I never touched that boy.
Like I said to you before, boys ain't to my taste,
but whatsoever I did with my fellow men
I never had any complaint or accusation concerning that
but this man here, the one who is lying about me,
who seems set to see me hanged by the neck,
he's done far worse,
much more unnatural crimes than I have done.
What crimes do you speak of?
Ask him.
Ask him what he done in the Marquesas.
What's he talking about?
I have passed some time with the South Sea negroes, that's all.
I have some tattoos they gave me on my back
and a fund of good and profitable stories to show for it.
There's nothing more to tell.
Would you take the word of a damn cannibal
over that of an honest God-fearing man?
A cannibal!
[LAUGHS]
Don't pay heed to his bollocks. Jesus!
I've never heard such desperate nonsense.
Take that shameless piece of shite down.
-I ain't no murderer! -SUMNER: For why?
BROWNLEE: Before I lose my fucking temper.
MCKENDRICK: No, please, I'm not a fucking murderer!
-Please! -CAVENDISH: Get down there.
Right, you'll be expected to testify in court.
[INDISTINCT SHOUTING]
I don't like being accused or talked at in that way.
BROWNLEE: The word of a lone sodomite
should carry no great weight, I can assure you of that.
You must stand your ground, that's all.
DRAX: I'm an honest man.
I tell only what I saw.
Then you've nothing to fear.
[THUNDER]
BROWNLEE: You can go now, Mr Sumner.
You've caused enough trouble.
[THUNDER CONTINUES]
[DOOR SLAMS]
[CLATTERING]
[LOCKS DOOR]
[KEYS CLINK]
[GROANS]
[EXHALES]
[SHIP CREAKS]
-[DOOR RATTLES] -[SIGHS]
Hello?
[DOOR RATTLES]
[DOOR CREAKS]
[RATTLING NOISE]
DRAX: Come to me now, boy. I won't wait.
JOSEPH: No, Drax, no. Please, no. [SCREAMS] No!
[GASPS]
♪ Oh, a drop of Nelson's blood 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 roll The old chariot along ♪
♪ And we'll all Hang on behind ♪
♪ If the Devil's in the way Then we'll roll it over him ♪
♪ And we'll all Hang on behind ♪