The Making of 'The Bounty' Page #4

Yeah?

Yes.

Well that's it, then.

Hey, Fletcher Christian.

Harami.

Maieva.

Harahai.

Thank you.

You wanted to see me, sir?

My daughter...

She has something of yours.

Of mine?

You are here now. Tamari.

Well, I'm sorry, sir, I...

Take this tusk.

When you see it, you'll remember

my daughter and my grandchild.

You will never forget Tahiti.

Fletcher Christian. Your wife.

- Think we should go as well?

- No, I do not.

Mr Heywood's going to have

to answer for this, you know.

Poor Heywood.

Hey, you bloody fools.

The Hottentots out there aren't as

friendly as these ones, you know.

Yeah. Come on lads.

Good luck to them

that's what I say.

They'll need it.

All hands.

Thank you, Mr Fryer.

Last night. Three men of

Mr Heywood's watch deserted ship.

The penalty for which

is death by hanging.

Mr Heywood, how is it you did not

see them? Were you asleep?

Yes sir.

Very well. You shall kiss

the gunner's daughter.

- Bosun.

- Sir.

Put this man over the cannon.

Do it now!

Aye, aye, sir.

Now listen to me, all of you.

In one week's time...

Hiya!

Stop that laughing!

Silence! You think this is funny?

You're a pitiful sight,

Dr. Huggen.

Go below to your quarters...

You think

this is a humorous occasion.

You are mistaken. From now on there's

going to be discipline on this ship.

We're going to have order.

And we're going to be like seamen.

In one week's time we will put to sea.

There will be no more grog.

There will be no more shore leave.

You've become a rabble, all of you.

And you will clean up

this ship and yourselves.

- Bosun.

- Sir!

Administer the punishment now.

Capitan Bligh.

(Bligh)

Mr Christian! Mr Christian, sir.

Sir!

(Bligh)

I wish to talk to you outside. Now!

(Christian)

Coming sir.

Thank you.

Is there anything wrong, sir?

Yes. Last night while the mate

of the watch was asleep, three...

Stop that noise!

Fiya!

Three men jumped ship last night.

Churchill was one of them.

You don't seem surprised?

Now that it's happened, no.

No, I'm not surprised.

I must say

I'm no longer surprised myself

when I see the example being set

by my first officer.

Just look at yourself, man.

Look at the way you're dressed.

Come on. You're no better

than one of these natives.

At least I am no worse.

I think your brain

has been overheated, sir.

And your body overindulged

in sexual excess.

I have done no more than

any natural man would do.

No. You have done no more

than any wild animal would do.

It always makes me laugh,

but when men lose their self-restraint

they say they're natural.

They are more natural than men

who have nothing to restrain.

Mr Christian, you will report

to the ship before sundown.

Is that understood?

No. No.

What did you say? You said no. Is that

what you said? Is that what you said?

No. Alright. You will report to the ship

immediately. Do you understand me?

And you will stay on ship.

There will be no more mixing with the

degenerate natives of these islands.

By any of my officers.

Or by any of my crew.

You comprehend

my meaning, sir? Good.

(Crew member) Keep em' coming.

Move it along. Don't drop them.

Come on, Purcell. Remember

that's what we're here for.

And the next one please.

Come on. Keep them coming.

Good lads.

Alright. Where are they?

I don't know yet, sir.

We'll find them.

Damn fools.

Don't make it worse for yourself.

Stand up.

Stand up!

He can't, sir. Bit of trouble

with the locals out there.

You know the penalty

for desertion, mister?

We came back

of our own accord, sir.

You're a mindless animal,

Churchill.

I will decide your punishment

when you're fit to receive it.

Mr Cole!

Get Dr Huggen.

Aye, aye, sir.

(Sound of dog barking)

Sir. Over here.

Is he dead?

Yes sir.

Poor bugger. Alright, bury him.

Will you organise

that please, Mr Cole?

Fletcher.

I've come to say good-bye.

You do not come back.

Do you?

Ever?

- I must go now.

- No.

Not yet. Soon.

Eyes front, Mr Christian!

Off hats.

Take the men below.

- Make sail, Mr Fryer.

- Aye, sir.

Stand aside.

Stand down.

Stand down!

Come on, lads.

No sense in this.

(Sounds of ship's timbers creaking)

Well, gentlemen, between ourselves

and home are 27,000 sea miles,

the Endeavour Straits

and the Great Barrier Reef.

Now the crew is deeply

demoralised, gentlemen.

And I must accept,

as every captain must accept,

the inevitable and theoretical

responsibilty for that.

The actual and immediate

responsibilty, however,

I place on you,

my fellow officers,

who met this crisis

with lethargy, impudence

and flagrant defiance

publicly uttered.

And perhaps also for that,

I am to blame.

I counted on a strength of character

which you do not possess.

However, the cure

for our predicament is discipline.

And I shall apply it

with an even hand, of course,

but most

where it is most required.

Yes, well that will be all.

Thank you.

You may leave now.

Not you, Mr Christian.

Leave it. Now!

Alright, Smith, you may

go and close the door, please.

So. You think

I'm harsh with you, eh?

Look, I've been at sea many years,

Fletcher. Since I was twelve.

And I have seen many men,

many good men,

Iose their heads over native

women in these waters.

And I've never yet

seen it come out well.

Of course I understand

the excitement and... um.

But think to yourself, man.

Could you take a woman like that back

home to your friends and family?

No, of course you couldn't.

They're not like us, Fletcher.

You think I was harsh with you.

But you needed someone to show

you where your duty really lay.

Because you were

at a loss, my friend.

You may not thank me now

but you will later.

So, let's get the ship

running properly

and get back

to where we were before.

Now look, Fletcher.

Listen to me.

I am prepared to forgive

and I am prepared to forget.

Do you understand me?

Will that be all sir?

- Yes, that will be all.

- Thank you.

You sent for me, sir?

Yes I did. This ship is filthy,

Mr Christian.

Sir?

The ship is filthy, Mr Christian!

Look for yourself.

Look! Filthy, sir! Filth there!

And there! And there!

Look at there!

I understand you dismissed

the swabbing party.

You left these decks crusted

with grime. Look at it there!

Bloody disgrace.

Now you'll be well advised, sir,

to call them back again

and this time do it properly.

Do you understand me?

Filth Sir! Filthy Mr Christian.

Still filthy! Look!

I see nothing, sir, but your finger.

I'll not have your vile ways

brought aboard my ship, sir!

Do you understand?

Now you'll call up

the swabbing party, yet again!

And this time you'll make bloody sure

that the decks are clean!

Or by God

you'll answer for it sir!

I'll not have any of your filthy

gutter ways on board my ship!

Do you understand? Pigs in a sty

have more comprehension

or cleanliness

than you buggers have.

Now you'll get

these decks clean

or by God I'll make you

lick them clean with your tongues

if you don't mend your ways.

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