Hornblower: Mutiny Page #2

Aye, aye, sir.

Lose the headsails!

MAN :

Lose the headsails!

Hands aloft to lose

the topsails.

MAN :

Hands aloft to lose

the topsails!

Carry on, Mr. Bush.

Heave!

Heave!

Go, put your backs

into it!

Come on, heave!

MAN :

Heave ho!

Mr. Hornblower.

Sir!

Set a course

to weather the lizard

and then southwest,

sir.

Weather the lizard

and southwest

it is, sir.

South by west,

a quarter west.

South by west,

a quarter west, sir.

SAWYER:

Well, gentlemen...

it's the West Indies for us.

Santo Domingo.

The blacks are

in rebellion there.

Very good, Mr. Hornblower,

very good.

Gentlemen, we can certainly rely

on Mr. Hornblower

to keep us abreast

of current events.

Yes, a slave rebellion.

They're uprising against

their Spanish masters

started by that damn dangerous

French Revolutionary nonsense--

liberty, fraternity, stupidity.

You're not a revolutionary,

are you, Mr. Hornblower?

Indeed, I'm not, sir.

No, we know how

to deal with them

in His Majesty's ships,

don't we?

Santo Domingo,

gentlemen.

There's a nest

of Spanish privateers

right here in Samana Bay

menacing our trade

through the Mona Strait.

It's our task to clear

the vermin out.

It's a far cry

from Napoleon, sir

but we have ten times

more chance of action

than with the Channel Fleet.

That so, Mr. Bush?

It's so.

Now, there's a man

after my own heart.

And plenty of action

you shall have, Mr. Bush

along with an abundance

of yellow fever and ague,

eh, Dr. Clive?

Putrid fever and poisonous

serpents, sir.

Tropical heat, bad water...

Hurricanes and shipworm.

When were you last in

the West Indies, Mr. Buckland?

Sir?

Answer the question--

when were you

in the West Indies?

I regret to say...

Never, you were never

in the West Indies;

when you were

in the West Indies.

"Hurricanes and shipworm."

Not a day's sail

from Plymouth

and you're out

of your depth already.

Am I not right, Mr. Bush?

I said, "Isn't that right?"

Sir, I protest.

We all have much

to learn, sir--

from your example.

:

Hmm?

Quite right, Dr. Clive.

"Hurricanes and shipworm."

Gentlemen.

KENNEDY:

Captain Sawyer's

just weary, Archie.

"Weary"?

The man's bedeviled,

Horatio.

Do you think Bush

would agree with you?

Well, no.

Or Buckland?

Each captain has

his own way, Archie.

Tell that to

the poor young

seaman of yours

that we scraped off

the deck and threw

over the side.

May I remind you that

when we first heard

we were to transfer

to Captain Sawyer's command

we drank Portsmouth

dry in celebration.

The man's a national hero.

He's earned his place

in history.

It's not history that

concerns me, Horatio

it's the future.

It's far more uncertain.

She sails well.

Yes, she loves

a stiff breeze.

This is a bit more

than a stiff breeze.

BUSH:

We'll have to get

some sail off her.

The captain has

to be informed

first, sir--

standing orders.

Very well, Mr. Kennedy,

if you would, please.

Aye, aye, sir.

You want to take

a reef, Mr. Bush?

Yes, sir.

With your permission,

sir.

Very good, Mr. Bush.

Call all hands.

:

All hands!

All hands

to reef topsail!

All hands to reef topsail.

Man the halyards

and reef tackle!

Reef tackles-- haul!

Put your backs into it!

Heave!

'Vast hauling, there!

'Vast hauling!

Who's that countermanding

my orders?

It's me, sir, Wellard.

You'll be sorry for this

Mr. Wellard.

Get down here immediately, sir.

HORNBLOWER:

There's a reef point

caught in the block, sir

The sail was tearing.

What do you mean

coming between me

and a man who disobeys me?

Mr. Wellard is

on my station, sir.

He was only doing his duty.

Get down immediately,

both of you!

Mr. Bush...

be so good as to send a hand

to clear that reef tackle.

Aye, aye, sir.

You there, get aloft

to clear that tackle.

SAWYER:

Get below, Mr. Wellard.

You, too, Mr. Hornblower.

I'll teach you to conspire

and try to make me a laughing-

stock in front of the men.

Do you here me?!

Get below!

Mr. Buckland, call

the hands aft here,

if you please.

Aye, aye, sir.

BUCKLAND:

All hands lay aft here.

I know where loyalty

is to be found, men.

I've seen it.

I see it now.

I see your loyal hearts.

I watch your unremitting labors

as I watch everything

that goes on in this ship.

Traitors meet

their just desserts

and loyal hearts

get their rewards.

We'll splice the main brace!

A tun of rum

to every man.

And to every boy!

Rum, on

the forenoon watch.

And they'll be

drunk as lords.

Come on, close up,

close up.

Mr. Matthews, lay aft here

and bring your mate with you.

MATTHEWS:

Aye, sir.

Give me your rattan,

Mr. Matthews.

Mr. Wellard's presence is

required by the captain, sir.

You, too,

Mr. Hornblower.

Very well.

I don't like it, sir.

The lad were

only doing his duty.

No way out of it, Matthews.

I could go a bit easier...

Don't even think it.

He'll notice, sure as sin.

It'll only make things worse.

No hard feelings,

Mr. Wellard.

I've seen a beating, sir.

I believe I will stand

it well enough.

Good man.

Come on, then, let's

get it over with.

And, sir, thank you

for speaking up for me.

It's an injustice,

Horatio.

It's discipline,

Archie.

MATTHEWS:

One.

Two.

Three!

Four.

Five.

Six.

Well, Doctor?

The full dozen

if you please,

Mr. Matthews.

MATTHEWS:

Aye, aye, sir.

Come on.

Seven.

MATTHEWS:

Eight.

Eight.

BUCKLAND:

Nine.

Ten.

Eleven.

Twelve.

That's it, twelve.

Serves the little bugger right.

Very well.

SAWYER:

The dishonorable part of

Mr. Wellard has paid the price

for his dishonor.

May that be a lesson to you,

young man.

Now, Mr. Hornblower,

your punishment.

You think to be

a colluder

and corrupter of your juniors

and to walk away scot-free?

Were that

the case...

No quibbling

with me, sir!

Were you still a midshipman

I would flog you

like we have Mr. Wellard.

Your position,

however

dictates a more

imaginative approach.

You are on continuous watch

for the next 36 hours

and I would remind you

that an officer caught

sleeping on duty

is subject to the most rigorous

penalty of the Articles of War.

And you know what that is.

Yes, sir.

Then God help you

if you're found asleep.

Continuous watch, then,

Mr. Hornblower?

Yes, sir.

36 hours, sir.

It's a long time.

Are you up to it?

It's Captain Sawyer's wish, sir.

It doesn't do

to cross the captain.

It's a lesson we all learn.

That was never my intention,

sir.

Glad to hear it,

glad to hear it.

Stand firm.

Accept your punishment

and we'll hear no more about it.

Yes, Mr. Buckland.

Carry on.

Reporting for duty, sir.

Very good, Mr. Wellard.

Mr. Wellard.

Those sandglasses

need to be run

against each other.

Aye, aye, sir.

Mark off each

minute on a slate

or you might lose

your reckoning.

Concentrate on

the task in hand.

It will help to keep

your mind off the pain.

Thank you, sir.

Mr. Wellard at work?

Aye, aye, sir.

:

Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Wellard has learned

better now, perhaps

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