Hornblower: Mutiny Page #7

Pump, you sons

of sea cooks, pump!

We're pumping as hard

as we can, sir.

:

Styles!

SAWYER:

This is my

not a public bathhouse!

Mr. Buckland...

you will arrest lieutenants

Bush, Hornblower and Kennedy.

Sir.

Arrest them!

Unless you care to join them!

Very well.

Sergeant Whiting.

Sir.

Come along,

gentlemen.

And clap them in irons like

the mutinous dogs they are!

STYLES :

By the mark!

Line!

STYLES :

And a quarter less... five!

Deep four!

And a half four!

MATTHEWS:

Heave!

Belay!

It's no good, sir.

We'll never bring the guns

to bear.

The fort's too high up!

Sir.

Get away, get away!

Sir, I beg you.

We are standing

into terrible danger.

By the mark three!

There is only a few

feet of water

under us, sir.

We must turn now

before it's too late.

No, no, I don't want to.

I want to fight them!

Then at least let me

release the other

lieutenants.

Without them,

there will be no one

to command the guns.

Oh, no, you don't, Mr. Buckland.

I know what you want.

They'll stay

just where they are.

We're going to

come under fire

at any minute.

Why doesn't

Buckland do

something?

Most hands will

back him up.

They're not

stupid!

Hobbs!

Hobbs,

come here now!

For God's sake,

this is madness.

Get us out of here.

Can't do that, sir.

You know I can't.

You can't work the guns

on your own, Hobbs.

You need us, Hobbs.

I can't.

Hobbs, get us out of here--

that's an order.

No.

Damn, thought we had him there.

We did.

That's it!

That's more like it!

Return fire,

Mr. Buckland.

We cannot elevate

the guns enough, sir.

I said return fire,

or by God, I will!

Engage the enemy, Mister.

Sir.

A quarter less three.

This is my ship.

Fire.

Fire!

Devil.

We're aground...

God help us.

We're aground.

Styles!

Come on!

Heated shot,

they're using heated shot!

I wouldn't worry, Mr. Kennedy.

We'll drown long before we burn.

Ahoy there! Ahoy there!

STYLES:

Here!

Go, grab hold!

Hold tight!

Why is it I can never find you

when I need you?

Come on.

Get Clive-- get the doctor--

and tell him to bring

a straitjacket.

Where do you think you're going?

No, you don't.

Oh, Randall, get out of my way.

Make me.

Get them in there! Come on!

Two, six, heave!

Hold him down!

Mr. Buckland's

compliments

and will you please come

to the quarterdeck?

Respects to

the first lieutenant

but, no, it's impossible.

You see why, surely.

The captain, sir,

he's not himself!

Is he wounded?

No, sir, but...

Well, these men are!

Now pass me that sword.

Heave!

Heave!

Stand back, gents.

We'll soon have

you out of there.

Do your stuff,

Styles.

Thank you, Matthews.

Now find the cable

and get that hole plugged up

then meet us up on deck.

Aye, aye, sir!

Mr. Buckland,

you all right, sir?

We're aground.

Fast aground.

We'll have

to get her off

of the anchors.

Where is

the captain, sir?

He's gone to earth somewhere.

I've sent young Wellard

to look for the doctor.

:

Where the hell is he?

We must get a cable

through a stern port.

HORNBLOWER:

Let Matthews, sir.

I'll take a boat, stand under

the stern to take the cable

if you bring the anchor

around in the launch.

Mr. Kennedy can man

the capstan.

Very good.

Styles,

you come with me.

Give us plenty

of slack, Matthews.

Aye, aye, sir!

More slack!

Come on, men!

Now give way together.

Sir, if you please, the captain

was in a very bad way.

I do beg you

to go to him.

In a minute.

In a minute!

CLIVE:

More ligatures.

Stretch out,

Mr. Hornblower.

Stretch out!

Aye, aye.

Row, damn you, row!

BUSH:

Come on, quickly!

We're going to lose

the anchor, come on!

She's going to go, come on!

Quickly, men!

Feed it through

the anchor ring!

BUSH:

Quickly! She's

going to go down!

Quick, she's going!

She's going!

Pull it over the stock!

BUSH:

She's going down!

Quickly!

I'm drowned...

Mr. Hornblower!

Don't let me drown!

Anchor's let go, sir!

Heave away, men!

Heave away, men!

Powder monkey!

Where's the powder monkey!

Mr. Bush!

They pushed me,

that's what they did.

Pushed me.

Mutiny.

By God...

it is mutiny!

Come on, men!

The ship is at stake!

Heave, men!

Heave and wake the dead!

Move those bodies there!

Stay to your post!

Get up!

Move the capstan back!

KENNEDY:

Heave!

Where is he?

Where is he?

He's over there

somewhere.

Mr. Wellard, find

Sergeant Whiting.

Bring him here

with four of his

men, quickly now.

Aye, aye, sir.

Captain Sawyer, sir,

it's me...

Dr. Clive.

I was right.

Heave, damn it, heave!

Do you want to sit here

till the next tide

while they shoot us

to pieces?

Heave!

Did you feel it?

When the guns fired.

It must have broken

the suction.

Double shot the guns.

I'll tell Buckland.

Double shot the guns!

BUCKLAND:

Mr. Hornblower,

what's happening below?

If we miss this time,

we're finished.

Mr. Bush's

compliments, sir.

We will fire the guns

double-shotted.

But we can't elevate

the guns enough

even to hit the fort.

Recoil may shake

us free, sir.

There, there he is.

He's one of them.

Mutineers, all of them.

You're under arrest

for mutiny and treason!

Now, Sergeant Whiting,

do your duty.

HORNBLOWER:

The priority is

to refloat the ship, sir.

What?

So we should, yes.

Mr. Wellard, my respects

to Mr. Bush.

Tell him to carry on.

SAWYER:

Stay there, you puppy!

give the orders here.

Mr. Wellard,

if you please.

Aye, aye, sir.

SAWYER:

Do you duty,

sergeant.

Damn your ayes,

do your duty or,

by God, I will.

Dr. Clive, is the captain

fit to command this vessel?

It's not that simple!

Arrest him!

Dr. Clive, if you continue

to prevaricate

we should all die here!

SAWYER:

I'll count to three: one...

BUCKLAND:

Sir, I beg you!

Dr. Clive!

Two...

You're endangering the ship,

sir!

Dr. Clive!

All right, yes.

Three!

Keep it going now, heave!

What happened?

Sergeant Whiting,

the captain has

been declared

unfit for command.

Disarm him

and escort him below.

BUSH:

We're coming off.

Stand by the sheets!

Horatio, what's going on?

The doctor has decided that

the captain is unfit to command.

It was under duress.

Did you or did you not declare

the captain unfit for command?

You were being threatened

with a pistol, for God sake!

By whom?

By the captain.

Come on, man, move it!

Take him to his cabin.

You'll swing for this.

You all will.

Tell me,

Mr. Hornblower...

did you know that the captain

had found his pistol?

No, sir.

Oh, I see.

We were hard aground, sir.

We were as good as dead already.

You took a gamble.

It seemed

reasonable enough, sir.

Ready when you are, sir.

Mr. Bush?

You're in command

of the now, sir.

Yes.

Very well.

Let's get this ship underway

before the Dons sink us.

Raise sheets and tack!

Home, mainsail home!

Pull hard to larboard!

And so the ship was saved?

Yes, sir.

It was Dr. Clive's

opinion

that Captain Sawyer

was unfit to command?

Reluctantly, yes.

That was his opinion.

Well, that's something at least.

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