Hornblower

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.

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.

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.

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.

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?

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...