Southwest by south.
That's your course.
Southwest by south. Aye aye sir.
Right men! Food up! Come on.
What's the name
of the cook? Lamb?! Hey, Lamb!
I hope
you got some lamb in that stew.
Hey, is it true
what they say about Tahiti?
You mean the women.
Do they really go around
with no clothes on?
All they wear is tattoos.
In wonderful places.
True?
Cross my heart. Paradise.
Hey!
You're in my place, Quintel.
Move yourself.
Don't look at him.
There'll be trouble.
I said you're in my seat.
- Piss off.
- Bugger off.
- What did you say?
- Shut it, Churchill.
You keep out of this.
Look out, he's got a knife.
Keep it quiet, Churchill.
Keep it down, lads.
Churchill!
The King.
The King. God bless him.
To the ship. May she swim well.
The ship.
The men are very quiet.
Charming tune.
And a fine musician.
We're lucky to have him.
Yes. He is not there
by chance, Mr Nelson.
Having him there
is good for morale.
Dr. Huggen. Another glass?
No thank you, sir.
You're uncommonly
abstemious tonight.
Well, more men have died
at sea from drink,
disease and dirt than
ever died by drowning.
Depend upon it, gentlemen.
I'm determined the Bounty
shall not lose a single man.
By heavens! I'll drink to that.
Then came
to one soft push.
Then came
the sweetest flower to find.
- Striking a superior officer.
- No I didn't.
- It's a hanging offence, sir.
- Sorry sir.
Can't be helped. We shall all get
to know each other pretty closely.
I wonder what we shall find out.
It depends how inquisitive
we are, Mr Young.
It doesn't sound quite right to me.
Do you think someone
had better go and look?
There is a ship and
it sailed to sea. It's loaded deep. -
Good evening, Mr Heywood.
Good evening, Adams.
Evening, Mr Adams, sir.
Everything alright here?
Couldn't be better, sir.
My place.
Stupid buggers.
You watch
your mouth too, old man.
Don't old man me, Churchill.
You haven't got a lucky face.
Seasick, Mr Heywood, sir?
Just leaving England.
Oh. Home sick.
- Feels you'll never see it again.
- Don't say that, sir. It's bad luck.
Sorry. Never been to sea before.
Two months ago I was still at school.
Never been to school meself.
Oh.
Can't even read.
I can't steer a ship.
Any fool can steer a ship, sir.
It's just knowing where to take it.
23rd December 1787.
The end of our first day at sea.
Tot of rum, sir?
No, thank you, no.
Come on, sir. We don't cross
the Equator every day.
No. Thank you. No. Make sure
Mr Heywood has some, though.
OK. That'll do.
Haul him in. Away.
Coming up for sup,
Mr Heywood. Sir
Here you go sir. Have some of that.
Have some of that, sir.
Revive the spirit as they say.
Have a sup of that. Go on.
Get some
of this muck down you.
Well done, sir.
Thank you, Quintel.
Lieutenant Bligh,
I have your log here before me.
In it, there is the frequent entry
of a single word: dancing.
Can you explain that?
I can, sir.
A crew on a long voyage may easily
fall into melancholy and violence.
I believe this can be relieved
by regular exercise.
So for 20 minutes each day, I had the
crew mustered and I had them dance.
- Dance?
- Yes. They danced.
An activity
they participated in wholeheartedly?
I think so. Yes.
And yet Mr Bligh,
in your own log,
you admit that this rather
unorthodox form of exercise
led to grave discontent.
On one occasion only,
sir. And not grave.
Charlie. If you only had a frock on,
I'd ask you for a dance.
Get your knees up, Quintel.
I'm doing my best, sir.
Don't answer back.
We're bloody sailors,
not bloody dancers.
Mr Christian. Mr Young.
Put a gag on Quintel.
It wasn't bloody me.
Don't make it worse, Quintel.
It wasn't him, sir. It was me.
Come along, Mr Christian.
You've got the wrong man, sir.
Churchill said it was he
who made the remark.
Gag them both.
Ah, Jesus Christ.
- Do as he says, Mr Christian.
- Sir!
Fletcher.
William, don't you think those men
have been gagged there long enough?
They