The Making of 'The Bounty' Page #6

You've not seen the last of me.

- I wouldn't wager on it.

- We shall see, sir.

I'll see you hanged.

Veer them away.

- Did you bring anything, Smith?

- Yeah I got a carpent...

Veer them away...

(Cole) Get ready, boys.

Get the oars out.

(Mutineer)

Sorry to see you go.

Isn't this what you came for?

Here you go.

(Cheers and jeers

from the mutineers)

(Mutineer) Goodbye, boys.

Hope I never see you again.

If you get home,

tell my mother that I love her.

She's got a lovely

little Tahitian grandson.

Have a long ride, Tim.

I hope they bloody eat yer, Fryer.

(Bligh's voice over) I hope never

to see Fletcher Christian again.

Unless it is to see him hanged.

How could he betray my friendship

and kindness to him?

I can only assume he has decided

to return to a life in Tahiti.

After taking stock of the meagre

provisions allowed us,

I have decided to make

for the island of Tafuha

in the hope of supplementing

our supplies of food and water.

By now,

there are many natives about us.

And by their manner, we do not expect

our welcome to last much longer.

- Mr Cole?

- Sir.

You take charge of my log...

and slowly make

your way out to the launch.

- Easy, Mr Cole.

- Aye, aye, sir.

Go now?

Now. That's right.

(Sound of natives angry chanting)

You give me no summer,

my boys. Nasty bugger.

(Seaman)

Come on lads.

Get in the boat! Lose that barrel.

Stop playing games.

Is that what you want?

Everybody in the boat!

Prepare to pull away!

Mr Bligh.

Where's the captain?

Where's Mr Bligh?

Over there.

Come on then.

Norton come back. You fool.

Mr Bligh!

What are you doing?

Get aboard, sir!

Mr Bligh.

Get back, you bastards!

Keep back, you bastards!

I'll have your eyes for footballs!

Get back in the boat!

Help the man.

Get in the boat, sir.

My God, no!

Row for your lives!

Take your clothes off.

Throw your clothes over!

Bloody savages!

We're chops and liver

to them if they catch us.

That's the spirit.

Come on, we'll do it.

We cannot risk going ashore again.

What are we going to do, sir?

Well, we shall just have

to try and reach Coupang.

Without charts?

Well, I shall have to navigate

from memory, Mr Fryer.

It'll take us close to the most

savage islands in these waters.

The Fiji islands where cannibalism

is perfected almost to a science.

And from there,

my friends, God willing,

we shall proceed onward

to the Great Barrier Reef itself.

Then

to the coast of New Holland

and from there across

the Timor Sea to Coupang.

Now it will take us

at least two months

and we have provisions or more

enough to last us one week.

So that is the situation,

gentlemen. Plain and simple.

Well, we'll just have to make

the best of it. Won't we sir?

Make the best of it, Smith?

Yes, but will you?

That's what I ask myself.

Will you make the best of it?

Do you hear me? Are you prepared

to make the best of it? All of you?

Because all I can promise you, lads,

is relentless pain and hardship.

Now, if you're prepared

to make do and make sacrifices

and furthermore

are willing to swear by it,

I promise you our chances

of survival are fair.

You hear me?

You all say, aye.

(Seaman)

Aye.

Good.

Mr Fryer, make way.

Prepare to make way.

Make way.

(Bligh and crew

sing a sea shanty)

Fletcher!

Fletcher!

In the box are gifts

for the people of Tahiti.

We did not expect you back. We have

already given you everything.

We only want our women. And perhaps

some men to help me sail the ship.

Where's Captain Bligh?

Why doesn't he come himself?

He's no longer with us.

I've taken the ship.

He's dead.

No. No, he's not dead. We set him

adrift with some of the crew.

You shame me by coming here.

You shame me.

King George

will send many ships

with many guns to punish us

for what you have done.

We can give you nothing.

Go now.

Some of the men would like to remain

here and wait for the next ship.

Er, they wanted to go with Bligh

but there was no room in his boat.

(Chief and advisor speaks

in native dialect)

They can stay, but not you.

Take your gifts and go.

(Chief speaks in native tongue)

No!

(Chief speaks in native tongue)

Should she not be allowed

to choose for herself, sir?

Ah.

(Chief 's daughter

speaks in native tongue)

Where will you take her?

I don't know. Somewhere

the British ships won't find us.

Take her. You will have

all the men you need. Go now.

(Sounds of natives cheering)

Goodbye, Peter.

Good luck, sir.

I think you'll need it more than I.

Thank you.

I'm not coming, Fletcher.

I've thought it out. And I'm staying here.

Let's go.

I think I'll stay too, sir.

Get out. Let's go.

Come on lads.

They'll hang you.

I might just have a lucky face.

(Crewmen)

Here they come. Get it. Good one.

Loads of them.

They're all over the place.

Here we go. There we go. Go on.

Sod it. Who loaded these things?

Come on, man.

Quick. Yeah!

(Christian's voice over)

The only one I wholly trust is Adams.

I go everywhere

with a loaded pistol.

And where we are to head beyond

the reach of justice, I know not.

(Bligh's voice over)

Thursday June 11th.

In the afternoon we saw gannets

and many other birds.

And at sunset

we caught one in our sail.

Which I reserved

for our dinner next day.

Who shall have this?

Smith.

And who shall have this?

Mr Fryer.

What about the rest of us?

You just have to wait your turn,

Purcell, like everyone else.

Some of us

haven't had nothing in days.

That's enough, Purcell.

Well, it's not enough for me, sir!

I'll tell you something.

The officers

and their lot get everything.

Shut your mouth, Purcell.

I'm as much a man

as you are, sir.

What did you say?

I said

I'm as much a man as you are!

Are you indeed?

I'm not so certain about that.

Sit down, damn you!

I'll knock you on the head with it.

Sit down! Sit down!

Mr Cole,

give this man my share of food.

(Christian's voice over) I am committed

to a desperate enterprise.

I have said farewell

to everything I've been accustomed

to regard as indispensable.

But I suppose

I have found freedom.

So you've found

freedom, have you?

Freedom, retribution,

that's what you want.

Isn't that

why you gave him your compass?

I wanted to give him a chance.

A chance to survive

so he'll come after us again.

How can he come after us?

He'll be marooned on some island.

I only wish to God I'd given

him muskets. Now get out.

(Christian's voice over) At least

ten times we have touched land.

Only to find either barren rocks

or hostile inhabitants.

And once nearly ran

a foul of an English frigate.

Our stores are low.

The spirit of the men, even lower.

His royal highness

woken up at last, has he?

Given you a rest, has he, darling?

Fletcher wants you.

Ned, I found it. Listen.

Where is it?

July 2nd, we discovered an island,

seeming uninhabited. It was

well timbered. But we did not linger

for we could find no anchorage.

That's perfect.

Every ship in the Royal Navy has a

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