Captain Horatio Hornblower R.N.
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- 1951
- 117 min
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In the year 1807...
... a small ship of the Royal Navy set sail
from England for a secret destination.
With five million French
and Spanish soldiers...
... poised on the continent
under Napoleon...
... nothing could save England from invasion
except her 300 ships.
HMS Lydia was soon far beyond
battle-charged Europe.
Under the most secret of sealed orders,
she sailed deep into southern waters...
... fought her way around the Horn...
... headed north again, into the Pacific.
For seven months,
she stayed out of sight of land.
Becalmed finally...
... her weary crew toiled at the oars
in the vain hope of towing her into a wind.
They thirsted and hungered
and wondered where she was going...
... what she would do
when she got there, if she got there.
These were things
known only to one man aboard.
Heave!
Heave!
Heave!
Heave.
- Heave.
- Heave!
Heave!
Five years hard labor,
the judge says to me...
...or honorable service
in His Majesty's Navy.
What did I pick? Hornblower.
What are we doing in the Pacific, anyway?
I tell you, he's got us lost.
There's islands there
where we could have a picnic.
Brown-skinned girls, bread growing
on trees, where the Bounty went.
Why don't you ask Hornblower
to take us there?
What's wrong with our cargo
doing the asking?
Muskets and ammunition.
Who for? Why not for us?
Come on, get on with your work.
Get on with it.
- You've had your water ration, Carter.
- Me throat's closing up on me.
I can't help that. One-half cup a day.
Officers and crew the same. Even him.
Hornblower? He ain't human.
- Mr. Bush.
- Thank you.
How much do you suppose
he's paced the deck since Plymouth, sir?
Well, an hour a day at three knots,
and we're 201 days out.
I'd say the distance
between Plymouth and Aberdeen.
I'd like to know what he's thinking.
What would you think about? A rotting ship
and 10,000 miles from a friendly port.
- Good morning, gentlemen.
- Good morning, sir.
Mr. Bush, would you have the hands
piped aft to witness punishment?
- Aye, aye, sir.
- What about the towing crews, sir?
- That won't be necessary.
- Very good, sir.
Hands lay aft to witness punishment!
Hands lay aft to witness punishment!
Shoulder arms!
Bosun's mate, do your duty.
Do you know why I'm having
Hommel flogged, Mr. Gerard?
I reported him for fighting, sir.
I'm not having him flogged
for fighting, Mr. Gerard.
I'm having him flogged because you said
in front of the men that you'd flog him.
This is a ship of war.
As its captain, I must uphold
my lieutenant's authority.
I understand, sir.
Flogging only makes a bad man worse,
Mr. Gerard.
And it can break a good man's spirit.
Is Hommel a bad man?
Aside from his temper, sir,
he's a good sailor.
A good sailor, ill-fed and thirsty.
Watch the cat as it cuts his back to pieces,
Mr. Gerard.
And in future, perhaps you'll think twice
before you threaten anyone with a flogging.
Dismiss the hands.
- Dismiss the hands.
- Hands dismissed!
Come in.
Yes, doctor?
I'm here to make a representation.
Since the lime juice ran out, the men
are dropping with scurvy every hour.
There's 39 sick and off duty,
And eight dead. I know the figures.
Nine dead. Hazlitt, a minute ago.
Hazlitt...
He was a good topman.
You'll lose more than Hazlitt if you
don't put ashore for fresh food and water.
Dig into your medical kit
and get me a breath of fresh wind.
There's land to the east.
Have us towed there.
The Lydia will not come within sight of land
until we reach our destination.
Unless you'd have us fail our mission.
I don't know what our mission is
or why we're in the Pacific.
All I know is, three more days...
...and I won't answer for the life
of anyone on this ship.
We continue as before.
- Captain Hornblower.
- You may go, doctor.
Scurvy visits the quarterdeck
as well as the fo'c's'le, sir.
And I know how you've been
driving yourself.
I said you may go.
Deck there!
Now.
- Sixty-five, thirty.
- Mr. Crystal, would you tell the cooper...
...to scald his water casks for filling?
- Very good, sir.
Are we...? Are we towing ashore, sir?
There's no need to stammer, Mr. Gerard.
No, we are not towing ashore.
I expect the wind before morning...
...and we're within a hundred miles
of our destination.
Did you say something, Mr. Crystal?
What with chronometers that haven't
been checked for seven months...
...and Spanish charts
that aren't to be trusted...
...we can be 300 miles
out of our reckoning.
That means five days without food, sir.
Gentlemen, we will raise our destination
within two days.
It will be identified by a fortress on a hill
overlooking a large bay.
A fortress and a wind before morning.
Heat's gone to his head.
Well, I think he knows
more than he's saying.
- Care to take a wage on it, Mr. Bush?
- How much can you afford?
I've got five shillings that says no wind...
...and 10 shillings
that we don't sight any fortress.
Done.
Heave!
Heave!
Heave!
- North by west. As if it mattered.
Look at that candle.
Straighter than Hornblower's backbone.
Heave! Heave! Heave!
Heave!
Heave!
The wind!
Call the watch!
Call the starboard watch!
Come on, there!
- Come on, get aloft there!
Watch the clew lines there!
Fo'c's'le party, take in the towing cable!
Haul in those tow lines!
Secure the guns!
Secure the guns!
Make these guns fast!
Away with the yards!
- Keep her into the wind.
- Aye, aye, sir.
Away with the stays!
Watch it there, Mr. Longley.
- Up the shrouds.
- Yes, sir.
That's five shillings, Mr. Crystal.
There's still 10 shillings
riding on that fortress.
You were right, sir.
Blowing nice and steady.
Aye. Nice and steady.
- Everything secure aloft?
- Aye, aye, sir.
Starboard your helm.
Let the wind take her.
- I'll have my lunch now, Polwheal.
- Aye, sir.
- You sent for me, sir?
- This ship is getting slack, Mr. Gerard.
It's taking you longer every day
to clear for action.
- The hands are weak, sir, and...
- And what?
Restless, sir. After all, sir,
seven months without sighting land.
That's no excuse.
Land ho! Off the starboard bow!
An officer who cannot control his men
is not reliable.
Yes, sir. Excuse me, sir,
that was "land ho."
- I have ears, Mr. Gerard.
- Thought you'd be interested, sir.
It took you 11 minutes and 20 seconds
to clear for action yesterday.
- I want it done in 10. Now.
- Now, sir?
You seem to have your mind
on something else.
- I said now.
- Aye, aye, sir.
- Land, sir!
- I said I'd have my lunch now, Polwheal.
Aye, aye, sir.
Fortress off the larboard bow!
A fortress, by Gad.
- He's made it.
- That's 10 more shillings, Mr. Crystal.
And may my liver rot if any other man
in the whole navy could've done it.
Including Lord Hood.
Mr. Longley, my respects to the captain.
- Tell him a fortress off the larboard bow.
- Aye, aye, sir.
If I hadn't been here to see that...
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