(slow somber music) - Mama, can I look out the window? - Yes. - Me too. - Will your husband join
us onboard ship, ma'am? - Haven't they told you anything? We are joining him in Greece. Somehow in spite of everything I could do he's managed to become ambassador
to a third rate country. - Well, I've heard Greece is lovely. Full of tradition and the
people are interesting. - Oh, the Greeks have only history to recommend them, my dear. The future belongs to England. (slow orchestral music) - Look, there it is. - There she is, ladies, the Britannic, sister ship to the late Titanic. Your home away from home. - Let us hope she's a
little more seaworthy. - It was the bulkheads that
did in the Titanic, ma'am. These here on the Britannic
go up another five decks. Watertight, safe as can be. We've got a second skin of steel runs the full length of the ship. Unsinkable is what she is. - Well marvelous. (slow suspenseful music) - Is this dock three? - [Man] Through the archway
down on the left, sir. - Thank you. Are you sure? (punching)
(grunting) (groaning) (speaking foreign language) (whistle blowing) - Gangway. Excuse me, ladies, gangway. - If we'd started this war 10 years ago, number one, I would now be
in charge of a battleship. - Yes, sir. - Instead I find myself
in charge of a cruise ship decked out like a floating nursery. - Well, she is the largest
ship in the world, sir. - Hm. - Well I do hope our
quarters are not too far. - [Man] Not at all, madam. In fact, we have pleasure
allocating you the staterooms. - Miss Campbell. Good heavens. - Not yet underway and one
of them's got the vapors. - Everything's fine. Probably the excitement of leaving home, being onboard ship. Have you ever sailed before? - Yes. - [Doctor] A pleasure cruise, perhaps? - No. - I love being at sea. What was it Byron said? Roll on thou deep and
dark blue ocean, roll. 10,000 fleets, something. - 10,000 fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin. His control stops at the shore. - That's it exactly. Extraordinary. Is there anything else I can
do for you, Miss Campbell. - I'm fine now. Thank you. - Lady Lewis' governess, sir, to see you. Miss Campbell. - Her governess? Oh, very well. - Captain. - I trust that Lady Lewis
is feeling comfortable. - Quite comfortable, sir. May I speak to you alone? It is a matter of some delicacy. - Very well, very well. Townsend. Now what is it, Miss Campbell? I have a ship to run. - My instructions are to
speak to you alone, sir. - Mr. Townsend is my first officer. Anything you have to say to me
you can say in front of him. - You may count on my discretion. - Very well. - Secret? Good God, you're with
military intelligence? - Yes. - You? (Townsend laughing) - Are you upset because I'm an
intelligence operative, sir, or because I am a woman? - This is a hospital ship. What are you doing here? - We have reason to believe
there is a spy on board. - A spy here? That's absurd. - Perhaps he wants to report
on the accommodation, sir. - The Germans believe you
are carrying munitions. - Let me assure you, Miss Campbell, and any Germans who may be listening, this is a hospital ship. We are carrying medical supplies. Yes indeed, we do have some small arms on board to secure the ship. And yes indeed, there is
a Lewis gun on the deck. But that is all within
the articles of war. In fact, Miss Campbell, it
is only your presence here that compromises our noncombatant status. - Nevertheless, if
there is a spy on board. - If there is a spy on
board I doubt very much that you are the person to find him. - I can assure you, Captain,
I am fully qualified. (grunting) - We pull into Naples for more coal. If you have not found your spy by then I will contact the Admiralty and ask permission to put you ashore. - Captain-- - That will be all, Miss Campbell. You may return to your
duties, whatever they may be. - Cloak and dagger nonsense. No wonder the war drags on. - Contact the War Office. I want these orders confirmed. - You mustn't, William, you mustn't. - How am I to be a fireman if I don't know how to put out a fire? - Hello there. - Hello, Miss Campbell. We've gotten lost and now
William wants to put out a fire. - Oh dear. Well then who is going to help me fight off the terrible pirates? - Pirates, what pirates? (laughing) - Where? - If you help William put the hose back then we'll go and find them. - Everyone's aboard, sir. - Very well, Mr. Townsend, take her out. - Aye aye, sir. - Try not to scratch the paintwork. - Oh dear.
(short dramatic music) Hold on now. - I'm being chased by pirates. - William.
- Oh I see. Well, stand fast then. We'll make a fight of it. - William. Oh, I beg your pardon. - Not at all. We were expecting pirates now, weren't we? - Oh I see. - You can imagine my relief. - Well, I hope that he hasn't-- - No, of course not, Mrs.? - Miss Campbell. - Chaplain Reynolds at your
service, Miss Campbell. - Would you like to look
for pirates with us? - I'd like that very much indeed. Later perhaps, when I'm settled in. - Well if they've not
all whelmed us by there. (ship horn blowing) - We're underway. - Yes. Come on, Sarah, William. - Good luck. - I shall need it. - Oh God. - Discomfort in your
hip is to be expected, especially after so serious an injury. - Oh don't be ridiculous. I fell off a horse. How serious can it be? Are you sending someone
to find my children? - They are searching the ship now, madam. All available personnel. - They would not allow
her to make this voyage. Some sort of an immigration problem. - I beg your pardon? - Margaret, my governess. They would not allow her to leave England. And in her stead they have
given me a complete stranger. - And yet though gravely wounded
and without your Margaret you press on undaunted and unafraid. - Do you always satirize
your patients, doctor? (door knocking) Divine intervention. Would you mind? Just. - Ma. - Children. - William was ever so bad. He got us lost and then
he got into things. - Sarah darling, being an
informer is most unattractive. Now you'll find chocolates
in Mama's trunk. - Oh yes. - I found them in the corridor. - Well done. Are you feeling better now? - And where have you been? - [William] Choccies. - I was just having a look at the ship. - Well I hope you enjoyed yourself. We have somehow managed without you. Doctor, thank you so much. I know how busy you are. - At your service, ma'am. - Charming fellow. - Shall I unpack for you, ma'am. - Well, if you're not otherwise engaged. (furnace rumbling) (soaring music) - Attention. - At ease. Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to His Majesty's hospital ship Britannic. I am Captain Barrett. We are engaged upon a noble
mission to bring aid and comfort to men who have offered up their lives in the defense of their country. In seven days time, God
willing, we shall arrive at the Greek island of Moudros where we shall embark some
3,000 wounded shoulders. You young ladies have
volunteered to help them on the road to recovery and final victory. For this the officers and
crew of this ship salute you. Our chief medical officer is Major Baker. He will supervise your preparations. Now though we are a hospital ship and therefore noncombatants, nonetheless we shall observe
strict military discipline. - Isn't it a bit dangerous having the bulkhead doors open like that? What happens if we hit a mine? - We only do it for the shift
changes morning and evening. Takes no more than 15 minutes or so. We'll lock it down good and
tight, don't you worry, sir. - Right. - [Man] Ah, beg your pardon, sir. - Yes? - Stoker Evans, sir. - What is it, Evans? - If I could talk to you
for just a moment, sir. - Oh yes, of course. Walk with me. - I don't mean to take
up too much of your time. - No, that's quite all right. - It's about my boy Tom. - Well yes. - He's not well, sir. And the doctors don't
seem to be able to help. - Ah. - [Evans] He just gets
worse and worse you see. - Well I'm sorry to hear that, Evans. - So, I was ah, I was wondering, you know. The wife and I we've been ah, we've been praying every night. And he just ah, he just
seems to get worse, you know. - I see. Well, I'm sure your
prayers will be answered. - You know, maybe it's
something I've done. You know, maybe God won't listen 'cause of the kind of man I used to be. I'd be ashamed to tell
you some of the things I've done in my life, sir. But I don't think it's fair that my wee boy has to
pay for that, is it? - What kind of a God would make a child pay for his father's past? God loves your son. If he should die he'll pass from your hands into God's hands. And can you love your son
more than God loves him? - No. - No. Whatever happens, your
Tom will be taken care of. Just do the best for him
and leave the rest to God. - Thank you, sir. I never thought of it like that. Thank you. (slow music) - Sir, would you like
me to show you around? - A guided tour? Very good. - Ah, this way, sir. I've found the munitions. There's rifles, pistols, machine guns, some light artillery,
and plenty of ammunition. All of it bound for Cairo. - Where are they stored? - In the bow section of D Deck. There's tons of it. - Then that makes what we're doing legal and proper, doesn't it? - Any problems with your men? - Well we could use a few more, you know, but the ones we have
will do whatever it takes to stick a knife in John Bull. They've all lost friends and
family to the Black and Tans. - I'll get the weapons. Make sure everyone's ready. - What happens after the ship is ours? - We'll be escorted by the U-boat until we're outside
British shipping lanes. Then we'll take her into a neutral port and show the world what
they've been up to. - Rub their fat limey noses in it. - Exactly. Good luck. (slow music) (dramatic music) (slow suspenseful music) (Morse code beeping) - Sir, I've picked up a radio message from somewhere close by. I can't make much sense of it, I'm afraid. A code of some sort. - Could be a U-boat. Helmsman, take evasive action. - Aye aye, sir. (slow music) (ship clanging) (screaming) (slow music) (people screaming) (speaking foreign language) (Morse code beeping) (sailors laughing) (dramatic music) - Miss Campbell, what are you doing? - I saw something. A man climbing over a railing. - Really? And you decided to come out
on deck in your nightclothes. Miss Campbell, the next
time you feel the urge to come out on deck alone after dark, I suggest you dress yourself properly. Now you will allow me to
escort you back to your cabin. - If you don't mind, I'd like to have a look around first, sir. - I do mind. And I must insist that you
return to your cabin immediately. - You wanted to see me, sir. - Yes, sit down, Helm. You placed Vera Campbell
on board the Britannic. - I had no choice, sir. - We decided Botica was
the man for this job. - He became unavailable, sir. - Unavailable? - He's dead, sir. I had one hour to find a replacement. You were at Downing Street
and couldn't be reached. - But Vera Campbell, she's only
just finished her training. What's her cover? - The wife of our ambassador
to Greece is on board. We've managed to get Miss Campbell assigned as her governess. I'm sure she'll do the job. Besides, isn't all this
rather a tempest in a teapot? - I beg your pardon. - Well none of us is really convinced that there actually is a
spy on board that ship. Our source for the information
is not the most reliable. And we thought, well, why send someone we may well need elsewhere? - I see. - There is really nothing to worry about. Cairo will get its munitions and Miss Campbell will have
a pleasant ocean voyage. - [Vera] You wanted to see me, captain? - Miss Campbell, did you enjoy
your little walk last night? - Yes, it was quite refreshing. - Do you generally walk
around in your dressing gown? - No, sir, I do not. There was a man-- - I know, I know, climbed
over some railings. I heard all about it, yes. Miss Campbell, there are several hundreds of men on this ship. One or two of whom from time to time may climb over railings. Now I will have each and every one of those men shot as spies. - Sir. - Anything in fact, to prevent you from wandering around this
ship in a half naked state. - I fear Mr. Townsend has
given you the wrong impression. - From now on you will
refrain from walking around the ship after dark
unless you have an escort. - Captain Barrett, my orders give me complete freedom of movement on this ship. - No miss, they do not. On this ship no one has any
freedom unless I allow it. - May I reply to-- - That will be all, Miss Campbell. - Sir. (slow music) - Simply dreadful having an exercise in the middle of the day when
the sun's directly overhead. - Stop it. - William, stop pestering your sister. - I'm not pestering. - Hm. - You are so pestering. I've seldom been so pestered. - Let's all behave, shall we? Now pay attention. - You're as white as a ghost, Vera. What is the matter? - There is nothing the matter, ma'am. - A boat filled with beautiful women. Has any man ever been so fortunate? - Oh, Chaplain Reynolds. - At your service, ma'am. Miss Campbell. Are you feeling all right? - There, you see. I told her she does not look well. - I am quite all right, really. - She hasn't been all right
since we came on board. - Well there's nothing like a
sea voyage to change all that. A few more days at sea and Miss Campbell will be as ruddy as a sailor. - Oh really, sir. I do not think Miss Campbell would benefit in the
slightest from being ruddy. - Quite right. She's perfect the way she is. - You flatter me. I'm sure Lady Lewis would agree I could stand some improvement. - Oh nonsense, dear. It is only that I worry about you. Poor thing. - Step forward, please. You will be assisted onto
the boats by a crew member. Pay attention to his instructions for they may save your life. This way, miss. (slow dramatic music) What's the trouble here then, miss? - No trouble. She's not feeling well. Up you go. A hand, please. - Sorry. - You're afraid. - Yes. - Tell me. - I was on the Titanic when she went down. - Were you alone? - No. My husband was with me. He didn't survive. - I admire your courage, Miss Campbell. - Oh, I've been told
this ship is unsinkable. And yet here we are being shouted at and told what to do in case it does sink. I find it confusing and contradictory. I beg your pardon, have
I interrupted something? - No, of course not. - Are we going to look for pirates today? Shiver me timbers. - William, not so fast. - Oh let them go. They'll be waiting for us, I promise. - Do you enjoy children? - Yes, very much. - So many people believe children should be seen and not heard. - And you are clearly not one of the them. - No, I find them inspiring. I love their energy. What led you to the clergy? - It was thrust upon me. - Your father was a clergyman? - No, he's a retired naval officer. I'm afraid I'm a little bit
of a disappointment to him. - Because of your calling? - Yes. Yes, because of that. And what do your mother and father think of you being a governess? - Well they're pleased that I am happy. But like your father they wish
I were doing something else. Are you married? - No. No, I'm not. But I envy those who are. - Come and find us. - You go that way. We'll surround them. - All right. (slow suspenseful music) Boo. (laughs) - There are pirates over there. - Pirates? - Yes. - Blackbeard and his mob, I'd wager. Now you stay here. I'm going to take a closer look. (men talking) (metal rattling) - Who's there? Come on, out of this. - I'm telling you, this is my last voyage. I can't afford to be away from
the wife and kids anymore. - Aye, I've heard that before. - Ah well this time I mean it. Chaplain Reynolds. (slow suspenseful music) (stair squeaking) (fast dramatic music) - Evans. (head clanging) - Right here, Miss Campbell. The men who wipe the lower
decks of a ship like this will sometimes seek out a
dark place in order to rest. Now this may be dereliction of duty but it hardly amounts to
being part of a spy ring. - Doesn't it strike you
as odd that four men looking for a place to
rest should come together in the same spot on such a large ship? Is it likely that they would congregate for something best done alone? If you had seen them, sir, you would know they're up to something. - Very well, Miss Campbell,
I will look into the matter if that will set your mind at ease. - Thank you, sir. - Oh Miss Campbell. Whilst you are roaming my ship, do try to remember your condition. - My condition? - You're a woman. Do try to behave like one. - She does have spirit,
sir, I'll say that. - Find her attractive? - Hardly. She's not unattractive. - No. - Will that be all, sir? Right. (slow suspenseful music) (door knocking) - There you are. - I looked everywhere for you. Where did you disappear to? - We hardly disappeared. That was your job it seems. - Actually, I got lost. I came to look for you in your
cabin but you weren't there. - No. - Would you like to come in? - No, thank you. - Is there anything wrong? - No. I just-- - Well something's troubling you. Please, come in. Take a seat. There, all very proper. You know oftentimes when
people ask me for help I do nothing more than listen. Letting people talk about
their problems out loud often leads to a solution,
and I get all the credit. It's actually quite a nice arrangement. - It is becoming clear to me that I am not the most appropriate person for this job. - Nonsense. The children adore you. Now if it's Lady Lewis
you're worried about-- - No, no, it's not that. You see I was given this assignment only because there was
nobody else available. - I'm not sure I quite understand. Surely there are governess'
available in a city like-- - Yes, yes of course. What I mean is, I seem to have
lost confidence in myself. - Perhaps it's because you're back at sea. The memories of what happened before have very naturally upset you. - Maybe that's it. I'm sorry to bore you
with my insecurities. - I can't help but feel you have something else
you want to tell me. - No, no nothing else. - Well if you need to
talk I'm always here. - Thank you. - You're too attractive
to be a nanny, you know. Husbands and fathers will
find you a distraction. - You're just flattering me now. - No, no. - To make me feel better. - Not at all. I myself am quite distracted. - I better go. Thank you. It was the best of times,
it was the worst of times. It was the age of wisdom, it
was the age of foolishness. It was the epoch of belief, it
was the epoch of incredulity. - Surely you're not saying
that God is in favor of war. - What do you think, chaplain? Does God pick sides? - Well of course he'd be
on our side, wouldn't he? - With so many men dying on both sides I wonder if he favors either of us. - There is a terrible paradox. War is the perfect
expression of free will, which is of course God's gift to us. - And like most of his gifts, it is unappreciated and often misused. - As I recall, the Bible is
filled with stories of God giving his blessing to men
who fight for a just cause. - Come now, Townsend. You do not believe all
this senseless killing warrants God's approval? - Are you saying he does not approve of courage and sacrifice? - I assure you, I would
be willing to do my bit. I realize that as a female
my options are limited. I shall have to content myself with being the woman behind the man. - Without the support of our women at home I doubt we could win the
war, or even have one. - Men start wars, chaplain. Women clean up afterwards. If things were the other way around there would be no more wars. I promise you that. (speaking foreign language) (Morse code beeping) - Excuse me, sir? - Yes? - Another coded message, sir. Coming from very close by, sir. - Mr. Townsend.
- Yes, sir. - Double the watch. - Aye, sir. - [Lady Lewis] You enjoy Chaplain Reynolds' company, don't you? - I do, yes. - Hm. He's unusual, don't you
think, for a chaplain? - Really? In what way? - I've seen men like him before. They burn rather brightly. Women are drawn to them. Hm, take care my dear you do
not get too close to the flame. - I assure you, Lady Lewis, I regard Chaplain Reynolds
as a friend, an advisor. - Of course you do. (dramatic music) - Is the captain where we want him? - He's always there until 10. - Good morning, sir. - Oh, good morning, Spencer. - All right. (sighing) Damn you, you said he'd be here. - He's always up here between
nine and 10 without fail. I don't know what happened. - All right, you go check the dispensary. I'll look for him in his cabin. If you find him, bring him to the bridge. Shoot anyone who tries to stop you. (dramatic music) (men yelling) - Are you a modern woman, Miss Campbell? - I don't quite know what you mean, ma'am. - Do you wish to be the equal of men so that you can vote or smoke cigars? - If I were allowed the
vote I would vote for a law prohibiting the smoking of cigars. (suspenseful music) - Ah yes, that would be wonderful. Though I doubt it will ever happen. - No, I suppose not. - Women have no need to seek equality. They are already superior. (dramatic music) - My God. - What on earth are you-- Miss, children, children,
come, come, come quick. - Good morning, gentlemen. You will please put your hands in the air. - What is the meaning of this? - You're a prisoner of the German Navy. - And the Irish Republican Brotherhood. Helmsmen, hold your course. If you want to live do
exactly as I tell ya. - Drop your weapons, or I'll shoot. (gun firing) (gun firing) (groaning) - Give it here! (gun firing) (grunting) (gun firing) - That's enough. (alarm buzzing) - You, come with me. - This is a hanging offense, lad. - Move. - What's going on, Sweeney? - A bit of trouble, chaplain. Better get below. - Deranged lad, you couldn't
possibly get away with this. - Oh, would you ever shut up. - Think of your mother, son. - Get back or I bloody blow his head off. - Easy, son, easy. - [Man] Get back or I will. - Put the gun down, son. - Take good aim, gentlemen. - I'll kill him, I will. - Put that gun down. - They mean to steal your ship, lads. Take him. (gun firing) Well done, chaplain. You'll get a medal for this. Come on, lads. There may be others. - You're needed on the bridge. A man is dying. (guns firing) (groaning) - Stop firing. Put your hands where we can see them. (gun firing) - Stop firing! (slow music) - [Captain] Miss Campbell. - You wanted to see me, captain. - Yes. It has become painfully obvious that I have completely underestimated you. I want to apologize for my behavior. There's not a man or a woman on this ship who does not owe you an
immense debt of gratitude for your courage and your perseverance. - Hear, hear.
- Hear, hear. - Thank you. I accept your apology, captain. I know it comes from your heart. (soaring orchestral music) - And how was your day? - I've killed a man. - Yes. You must feel awful. - Yes, I do. (glass clanging) - Ladies and gentlemen,
a toast to the Britannic, and to two heroes who today risked their lives to preserve her. I give you Miss Vera Campbell
and Chaplain Reynolds. Your health. (people applauding) - Miss Campbell. - Ah, Mr. Townsend. Brady and cigars over with? - Yes. I just wanted to say, ah, well-- - Yes. - I admire you very much. - Even though I am a woman? - (laughs) I think it is because you are a woman that I admire you. I begin to understand how
difficult it must be at times. - Perhaps then I can rely on your understanding in the future. - You may rely on me at
any time, Miss Campbell. I assure you. Will you be making the
return voyage with us? - Yes, I suppose I shall. - Then I shall look forward
to getting better acquainted. - [Vera] Hello. - Hello. Just on my way to visit the prisoner. Townsend here gave him
rather a sound trashing. By the by, the captain is looking for you. - Right, well, you will excuse me. - Of course. Do you mind if I come with you? - Not at all. - There are some questions that I'd like to ask our prisoner. - Evening. - Good evening, sir. (slow suspenseful music) - How's the prisoner? - Asleep, no trouble. - I wonder if I might
have a word with him. - Sir? - Captain's orders. Have you got the keys? - Yes, sir. (dramatic music) - Grab it. Cover him with a blanket. (thudding) Stop you fool. - Once less of the blighters
to worry about, isn't it? - We do this my way. Right. - [Man] Right, let's look down there. - [Man] Righto. (laughing) - Captain, the prisoner has escaped. - Armed search parties,
gentlemen, on the dot. (alarm buzzing) - We're not going to make it, I'm afraid. - Well let's kill as many of
the blighters as we can then. (guns firing) (groaning) (grunting) - Chaplain Reynolds. (gun firing) - Stop. (gun firing) Oh, get after him, lads. Go on, after him. (thunder rumbling) - What's happened? - They've all been shot. Someone ran down there. (speaking foreign language) (slow suspenseful music) (Morse code beeping) - I think we know who it
is we're looking for, sir. - Oh? - One of the stokers is
unaccounted for, sir. A man named Evans. - Evans? - I doubt he's still on board. One of the life rafts
is missing at the stern. - Nevertheless, I want this ship to remain on full alert until we reach Naples. - Aye aye, sir. (speaking foreign language) - There she is, sir, HMS Victoria. - Oh, that is a most
pleasing sight, Mr. Townsend. Now we can breathe more easily. - Let's hope so, sir. (ship horn blowing) - I still can't believe it, miss. I've known Evans for a long time. - Did he have any close friends? Onboard ship I mean. Anyone he spent a lot of time with. - Not really. He kept to himself, like. He had something on his mind, I know that. - Really? - He was concerned about
his family, I think. He said this was going
to be his last voyage. - I see. - That won't make him
a spy though, would it? (door knocking) - Miss Campbell. - He'd know this ship
fairly well, wouldn't he? - I suppose. - If you couldn't take over
the ship, what would you do? How would you keep it from reaching port? - Any other ship I'd say sink her. But not this ship. - Yes, I've heard it's unsinkable. Is that true? - Generally speaking, yeah. Once we close these bulkheads it is. - Bulkheads? - Blow a hole in her
now, water would flood the lower compartments
before we could close-- - Do you open them at this time everyday? - That's right, miss, for about 15 minutes every morning and evening. - Oh my God. Close the bulkheads. - What? I can't do that. Not without the captain's order. - Then get in touch with the captain and tell him I said to close them. Do it. (dramatic music) Lady Lewis. - [Lady Lewis] Hm? - I want you to get up and get dressed. We're going up on deck. - What is it? What's wrong? - I haven't got time to explain. Just do as I say. Children, you can finish that later. - Do what Miss Campbell says. Go. - Should I help you? - No, take the children. (suspenseful music) (door knocking) - Miss Campbell. - Yes, by all means
seal the bulkhead doors. Sound the alarm. Everyone to duty stations. (slow suspenseful music) (alarm buzzing) - Go on, up. (people excitedly talking) - Hey, up. (suspenseful music) - Sir, the Victoria reports a periscope off our starboard bow, sir. (Captain mumbling) (dramatic music) - [Sailor] Quickly, quickly. (speaking foreign language) - Fire! (speaking foreign language) Fire! (speaking foreign language) (bomb exploding) (bombs exploding) - Stay by the lifeboats. It's the safest place to be. Remain calm. This is the biggest ship in the world. It is unsinkable. - Stand clear, make room. (gun firing) (missile exploding) (people cheering and applauding) (slow orchestral music) - Sarah, William. - Mother.
- Darlings. Oh, are you all right? Oh, thank you, Vera. - Mother, there was a torpedo. Mr. Townsend came out with a big gun and there was a big explosion. (laughing) - Heavens, well is it all over? - Yes, ma'am, I think so. - [Lady Lewis] Oh. (singing in foreign language) - It's beautiful. - The whole thing hand-painted
by someone called Messina. - The chaplain would want to see this, but we seem to have lost him. - There he is. I'll go and get him. (speaking foreign language) - In English, please. - Follow me. All this is of no consequence. You have failed. - They were expecting us. They have an agent on board. - Then you must destroy the ship. Look at me. We cannot have those
armaments reaching Egypt. You know that as well as I do. - What is this? - Contact detonators. I'm sure you will find a use for them. (speaking foreign language) - There you are. I've been looking for you. - Have you? I ran into someone I know. - Really? - Yes. He's rather an unpleasant sort of chap. Otherwise I'd have brought him over. - I'm glad you didn't. Is that today's paper? - Yes. Yes, I believe it is. - Can you read Italian? (speaking foreign language) - Please. - I wonder if I'm reading this correctly. It says here that this is the thigh bones of John the Baptist. Perhaps the doctor will authenticate it. - Where's the rest of him? - Under your bed all rotten and smelly. - Oh William, really. - Ah, you've found him. - [Lady Lewis] Does
anyone actually believe in this sort of this? - What sort of thing are we talking about? - Well, the power of religious relics. I wonder if it's for sale. - What would you do with it? - Oh well, I'd wave it
over my hip, you see. And then if I'm cured this wretched voyage would have been worthwhile. Oh. - Which reminds me. It's time we got back to the ship. - Right, come on, children. Oh. - So you were wondering
if I was a German spy? - Well, there you were, talking with a suspicious looking stranger
who hands you something. What was I supposed to think,
Herr Reynolds? (laughs) - Indeed. And was I your only suspect? - Oh, not at all. Initially I suspected the captain because he's so authoritarian. I picture all Germans as authoritarian. (laughing) Oh then of course there was
Lady Lewis and her children. But after several days of observing them I decided that Lady Lewis is
far too whimsical to be a spy. Oh, the children are
not nearly tall enough. - You've done it again, Holmes. - (laughs) Thank you, Watson. (ship horn blowing) - Out of the way, lads, out of the way. Out of the way, lads. Come on, get out. - Can I see him? - [Doctor] Yes. His neck was broken. - It's not over then. - Whoever put him under all
that coal was one of us. - What do you mean? - I found this near the body. - It's from an officer's tunic. - It rather narrows it down, doesn't it? - And are all officers
present and accounted for? - As far as I know, yes. - Have you informed the captain? - No, not yet. - Let's keep this between us for now. - From what I hear it's
only a matter of time before the Americans enter the war. And then the stalemate will be ended. - I just hope I get to strike a blow before this whole thing is over. - Perhaps you underestimate your contribution on board the Britannic. - It's one thing to die for a noble cause. But it has to be said, what
are we really fighting for? Arabia's oil? Mining rights to Africa? - You mean this war is solely about the division of property? - Now that sounds
dangerously like socialism. And that's a dish we
don't serve at this table. (laughing) - You would think that the Germans would at least respect
our noncombatant status. I mean, I find it unsettling that someone who I have never met should try to take my life and the
life of my children. - War must be impersonal, Lady Lewis, or we would not be so enamored with it. - Do you mean to say that we
would stop killing each other if we were all properly introduced? (laughing) - It makes sense, doesn't it? Do you suppose for instance that anyone who knew Lady Lewis and her children would willingly do them harm? - I should hope not. Although it's hard to
be liked by everyone. - I'm sure you haven't
an enemy in the world. - Only except for the German Navy. For some reason they
don't much care for me. I can't imagine why. Unless it's the company I keep. (laughing) (slow orchestral music) - Is there something wrong,
something I don't know about? - No. I suppose everyone just
wants this voyage to end. - I can imagine. - Good night. (thunder rumbling) (door knocking) (slow suspenseful music) - What is it? - I was cold. - Oh, come to bed. - No, no, I have to get
back before someone sees me. I have to go. - Well, I'll get dressed
and let's go up on the deck and look at the storm before breakfast. - All right. But let me get back to my
cabin and change first. I'll see you on deck. - Miss Campbell. - Chaplain Reynolds. He has a button missing on his jacket. Well, it doesn't mean he's
the officer we're looking for. I mean, anyone can lose a button. It doesn't have to be him. - Why don't we ask him? (slow dramatic music) - I'm sorry. I didn't want this to happen. - Is this what you meant
by war being impersonal? - Can you tell me where you
keep your ether, doctor? - Ether? - Yes, I see. Mix it with something highly flammable like coat dust for instance. Then detonate the mixture. - But why? This is a hospital ship. - This hospital ship is
carrying munitions, Vera. I've seen them. This pistol came from a
crate of them below deck. (gun firing) (grunting) (groaning) (dramatic music) (whistling) - [Man] Yes, sir? - This is the bridge. What's going on down there? Why are the bulkhead doors being opened? - Ow. (buzzing) - What's wrong? - Someone's opened the
bulkhead doors, sir. We can't get them closed. - Chief engineer to
the bridge immediately. - Yes, sir. (slow suspenseful music) - Stop. Don't move. Who are you, really? - I'm Major Ernst Tilbach of
German military intelligence. And I'm going to sink this
ship whether you shoot or not. - Put the bottle down. - A ship this size will
take hours to sink. Everybody will have time
to reach the lifeboats. You can save the children. No one else needs to die. - Don't do this. - You have your duty. I have mine. - Please. (gun firing) (bottle exploding) (bell ringing) - Inform the Admiralty
we have been torpedoed or have hit a mine. And I want a full damage
report immediately. - Aye aye, sir. - Go. Get the children. Go. Please. Please. (alarm buzzing) (people talking) - Proceed to your
assigned lifeboat stations and form up in an orderly manner. Put on your lifejackets and remain calm. - Sir, damage is in the port bow near one of the coal bunkers. We're taking on water fast. - Hm, our nearest landfall is Kea. We'll make a run for it and
try and beach her there. - That's more than seven miles. Can we make it, sir? - There are over 1,100 souls on board. The nearer they are to land, the greater their chance of survival. - Aye aye, sir. (slow dramatic music) - Lady Lewis. - Miss Campbell. William has gone to find you. He ran off when I was tending to Sarah. Are you all right? - I'll get him. You take Sarah out onto deck. - Do find him. Find him. - Miss Campbell. Miss Campbell. Ooh. (dramatic music) - William. - What are you doing here? - William is missing and I can't find him. - I'll help you find him. Come on, we haven't got much time. - Steady on, ladies. No cause for panic. This is merely a precaution. We shall board the lifeboats
only if the captain gives the order to abandon ship. - What's he waiting for? - We're making for the island
of Kea seven miles away. - If we can beach her we
shan't have to use the boats. But I must warn you. When we land those Greek boys are going to be terribly dazzled by the sight of so many beautiful women. Some of them will require
medical attention. - Are you asking for volunteers? - William. William. William. Mr. Townsend, my son is
still aboard this ship. - Miss Campbell is out
looking for him but-- - I have no doubt that
someone will see him, madam, and bring him topside. - Right. - William. - Where are you? William. William, William. William, are you hurt? - Miss Campbell, I've come to save you. - (laughs) Yes, of course you have. - Come on. Let's go. (exploding) - We're not going to make it. Signal our position, and
we are abandoning ship. - The boy? - I'm all right. - Then get out of here. - Can you get up? - I can't. I'm stuck under something. Go on. Take William and go. You're wasting time. Go. - Onto the boats, quickly now. Everyone onto the boats. - No, my son is still aboard this ship. - My apologies, madam, but
you must leave this ship. We will find your son
and send him after you. - My son is still below. Get your hands off me. - Mama. - Your little girl needs you now. Your son will be along. - No reason to panic, ma'am. Steady on now. - You, sir, so much for
your unsinkable ship. - To your lifeboat now
please, Mr. Cornish. (slow music) - What about you, sir? - I'll be along in a minute. You've done your duty, sir. Go to your boat now. - Aye aye, sir. - Have you seen the
chaplain and Dr. Baker? - Dr. Baker is dead. - Right. Into the lifeboat then. - Mama, Mama. - William, come. - But what about Chaplain Reynolds? - Come on, miss, step lively, now. - Hurry, Miss Campbell, please. - Where are you going? - Come back. - Miss Campbell! - Lower the boat. - No! (dramatic music) - What are you doing? Have you lost your mind? Leave me. - I can't. I can't leave you like this. Not like this. (grunting) - I would have killed you
an hour ago if I had to. - No, that's the difference between us. I hate you for what you've
done, but I can't let you die. (grunting) We need a lever. - They keep the tools through there. - Right. (gasping) - What are you doing? - Shut up and help me. Together now. (grunting) - It's not going to work. For the love of God, get going. - Try again. - This way. (exploding) (grunting) - Anyone help! Help! (gasping) - What a waste. All of it for nothing. - We'll have to force the other door. - Where does it lead to? - To the hull. There may be an air pocket on the way. I don't know, but if we
stay here we surely die. (slow music) (gasping) - There must be a porthole. Or a stairwell at the
end of this corridor. Ready? (slow music) (gasping) - Look! (people screaming) - Throw us a line! - Throw us a line! - Onto starboard, Mr. Sweeney. - Full speed, lads. - Throw us a line! - [Mr. Sweeney] And pull. - [Vera] A line, please. - Throw us a line. - [Vera] Throw us a line. - [Ernst] Throw us a line. - Throw us a line. - Here. - What are you doing? - They're never going to be
able to pull this boat over. - No, no, we'll both hang onto it. - No, you're going. - No, we'll both-- (slow orchestral music) - Goodbye. - (sobs) No. - [Mr. Sweeney] Pull away there, lads. Pull. - Swim. Come on, swim for it. - Come on. Swim, Miss Campbell, please. - We've got you. Here, hop on. (sobbing) That was the bravest thing
I've ever seen a man do. (ship creaking) - [Vera] Roll on thou deep
and dark blue ocean, roll. 10,000 fleets sweep over thee in vain. Man marks the earth with ruin. His control stops at the shore. (upbeat music)
