Hornblower: Mutiny

Fire!

Sir Edward Pellew himself

to see you, sir.

Very well,

you can leave us.

Your Honor,

I shall have

to lock you in.

Then do it.

That it should come to this.

You, of all people.

It's good of you

to come and see me, sir.

This is not a social call, man!

Good God, sir.

In a few hours,

you'll be on trial

for your life.

And unless there are extenuating

circumstances, you'll hang--

hang-- in front

of the entire squadron.

It was our duty to restore order

and discipline aboard ship, sir.

Order and discipline?

Black bloody mutiny, sir.

That's what the charge is.

And against a... captain

who's a hero of the Nile

and the Battle

of Cape St. Vincent.

One of Nelson's own,

dear God.

It was for the good

of the service, sir.

Hero or not,

we were headed

for disaster.

It's getting away from us.

Hold on!

Get that... lantern on!

We're carrying

too much sail, Archie.

Mr. Buckland,

we should take

another reef.

You're the officer of the watch,

Mr. Hornblower.

It's your decision.

Forward,

around that cleat.

Ah, if this

keeps up, we'll be

aloft before long

I'll warrant you.

That'll sort out

the men from the boys.

Oh, God.

Stick with me, kid,

you'll grow up as bitter

as the rest of us.

Mr. Wellard,

my respects

to Captain Sawyer.

Please inform him

we're about to shorten sail.

Aye, aye, sir.

Matthews, hands aloft to

double-reef that main topsail.

Aye, aye, sir.

Told you.

Come on, lads.

Come on, Randall.

Come on, you little one,

get up there.

Come.

What brings you

to interrupt my fruit,

Mr. Wellard?

Um, Captain Sawyer, sir...

Come on, boy,

we won't eat you.

I don't believe

Dr. Clive and I have

enough room left

for a young

midshipman.

Couldn't manage

another thing.

Mr. Hornblower

sends his respects, sir

and to inform you

he's shortening sail.

RANDALL:

Watch where you're going,

Styles.

Just watch yourself,

Randall.

Where do you think

you're going?

Steady, now.

Captain Sawyer, sir

I've ordered another reef

on the main topsail, sir.

So I hear, Mr. Hornblower.

Your decision alone?

Indeed, sir.

Mr. Buckland,

you're the first lieutenant.

Do my standing orders

require the officer of the watch

to inform me

before shortening sail or not?

Sir...

"Sir"? What kind of answer

is that?

Do they

or do they not?

Yes, sir,

they do, sir.

Mr. Hornblower?

With respect, sir, your orders

require us to inform you

shortening sail, sir.

Don't come the sea lawyer

with me, sir.

Ahoy, there, gunner!

Mr. Hobbs!

Sir!

Have you ever had difficulty

interpreting my orders?

Indeed, I have not, sir.

There you are, then.

A gunner has no trouble

understanding my orders.

What do you say to that,

Mr. Hornblower?

My apologies, sir,

I must have misunderstood.

SAWYER:

The excellent men

of your own division,

are they not?

Perhaps by teaching them

a lesson

you'll learn something

of your own.

But, sir, it was I

who made the mistake.

Get to it, you lubbers!

The last man off the yardarm

gets a flogging--

a dozen at the gratings

for the last man on deck.

Out of the way,

laddie.

I can't...

Come here, boy!

Pass the word for the doctor!

Pass the word

for the doctor!

He's dead, sir.

Well?

Well?

He's dead!

Dr. Clive will be

the judge of that.

Doctor?

Dead, sir.

What are you

waiting for,

Mr. Hornblower?

Have the lubber

thrown over the side.

Do you hear, Mr. Hornblower?

For God's sake, Horatio.

The lad's dead, sir.

Nothing'll

bring him back.

Is that right,

Mr. Kennedy?

Yes, Styles, that's right.

We can read over him later, sir.

Mr. Hornblower,

get that man off my quarterdeck.

:

Aye, aye, sir.

HORNBLOWER:

Stow those barrels

forward on the gun deck.

Morning.

Bush, second lieutenant.

Look out there!

Look out!

Hornblower, third lieutenant.

Interesting welcoming ceremony,

Mr. Hornblower.

My apologies,

Mr. Bush.

Are you quite

all right?

Nothing damaged

but my pride, I think.

Hey there, you

at the stay tackles!

Mind what you're doing!

Mr. Hobbs, keep an eye

on your men there!

:

Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Hobbs, lay aft here.

Mr. Hobbs,

your recklessness

nearly injured

one of the ship's

senior officers

not to mention

damaging vital supplies.

Don't use that

tone of voice when

replying to an order.

Aye, aye, sir.

Perhaps if the men

were better supervised

these accidents wouldn't happen,

Mr. Hornblower.

WELLARD:

Captain's

coming off, sir.

Quite right, run forward

and tell Mr. Buckland.

Boatswain's mates! Side boys!

Lively now!

Present arms!

Lieutenant Bush,

come aboard, sir.

You came in my absence, did you?

I did, sir.

Did you report

to the first lieutenant?

No, sir.

You should have reported

to Mr. Buckland.

Mr. Buckland!

Why did Mr. Bush

not report to you?

I'm very sorry, sir.

I was unaware

that Mr. Bush

had come aboard.

He should have

made himself

known, sir.

I was forward,

inspecting the anchor cables.

Mr. Bush?

I arrived only a few minutes

before you, sir.

I wished to present myself.

And may I say,

sir

what an honor

it is to serve

under a captain with

so distinguished a record?

Well, Mr. Bush,

you are welcome.

Thank you, sir.

In time, you may,

indeed, thank me.

Very well.

You don't know

Captain Sawyer, then?

I know his reputation.

As a fighting captain

or... as a man?

What are you implying, Mr. ...?

Kennedy, sir, fourth lieutenant.

Well, Mr. Kennedy, I don't think

I much care for your tone, sir.

Uh, Mr. Kennedy

was merely making

conversation.

Weren't you,

Mr. Kennedy?

Now let me show you

the wardroom.

Very good of you.

:

"I don't think I much care

for your tone, sir."

:

"What an honor to serve

under a captain

with such a record, sir."

That's enough,

Mr. Wellard.

Now get below

and find out what that

hullabaloo's all about

before it brings

the captain down

on us again.

Yeah, I pushed

the little bugger

off the yardarm.

Who cares?

WELLARD:

Quit it.

Do you hear? Belay that.

Silence!

Mr. Matthews,

you're the boatswain.

Get them to stop

this bloody racket.

:

Silence!

Right, what's going on here?

You, Randall, what's all this?

Just settling a little

difference of opinion

you might say.

Captain Sawyer loves

a bit of bare-knuckle

between the men.

Keeps them ready

for the real thing, he says.

Mr. Matthews, get them

to break this up.

Aye, aye, Mr. Wellard.

Come on,

now-- hey!

Hold there, Mr. Matthews.

This hasn't been

settled yet.

The captain wouldn't like it

if we were interfering,

would he?

He doesn't need to know,

does he, Mr. Hobbs?

Not unless

some little toady...

Hey!

Come on!

Randall, break

it up now!

Make me, little boy.

KENNEDY :

"Sir," Randall!

You call him "sir"!

HORNBLOWER:

Any man...

man, Mr. Hobbs,

who thinks differently

had better remember

the punishment

for disobeying

a superior officer.

Tell them, Matthews.

Death, sir.

Indeed, death.

And best you all remember it.

SAWYER:

Get the ship under way

if you please, Mr. Buckland.

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