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MAN: Up your oars.
Come on. Jump to it!
Press-gang, muster on the jetty.
Mr. Scott-Padget,
I shall return to Defiant in three hours.
We shall be there too, sir,
with a full crew ready and anxious to serve.
Thank you, Mr. Scott-Padget.
Press-gang.
[DOG BARKING]
[ALL SHOUTING]
[GRUNTS]
[MAN SHOUTS]: Stop him!
Catch him! Don't let him get away!
Stop him!
Press-gangs are busy tonight.
Yes. Probably ours.
MAN: Down there...
We're a few men short.
A few?
Well, a few dozen.
Well, things get worse.
Seems the English sailor's lost his taste for fighting.
Oh, I doubt that, sir. Oh?
Maybe he's lost his taste for the conditions
in which he's expected to fight.
Must have discipline.
Well, of course, sir.
But we must admit His Majesty's Navy
uses a heavy hand.
On occasion, perhaps, too heavy.
Apart from any finer feelings,
it could be dangerous.
The lower deck is too often like a prison hulk.
No freedom, irregular pay
and food that even the rats won't touch.
Oh, sorry, sir. Speaking out of turn.
True, every word.
We've enough trouble ahead without provoking any.
Still, that's up to the Lords of the Admiralty to settle.
This is our business.
Sailing orders, Crawford.
Thank you, sir.
I understand I make for Corsica
and report to Admiral Jarvis.
Correct and with all possible speed.
Try not to get involved in any side issues on the way.
Aye, aye, sir.
How's your glass?
Your first lieutenant,
Mr. Scott-Padget,
what do you make of him?
Well, from a brief meeting
I would judge him to be both efficient and keen.
So keen that he's out now with the press-gang.
Mmm.
I hate tattling.
No question of the man's efficiency,
utter devotion to duty and all that.
But I ought to warn you--
Oh, if you'll forgive me, sir,
I would prefer to make up my own mind about him.
[WOMAN SOBBING]
No, don't.
Don't!
You mustn't resist the king's press, my dear,
That will never do.
Don't take him, please.
We've only been married three days.
You don't want him. He's not a sailor.
He's never been to sea in all his life.
We shall teach him.
You can't take him from me.
You can't! You can't!
Sir, I beseech you. Have pity on us.
[DOG BARKING]
Bring him along.
[CHATTERING]
These men are from the Defiant.
[WOMEN SCREAMING]
Press-gang!
[CLATTERING]
From our ship, I think.
We're all navy men here. They can't touch us.
Just the same, we'd have some explaining to do, wouldn't we?
[SCREAMING CONTINUES]
[SHOUTING]
You have to come along with us.
You can't do that! He's a gentleman.
Well, of course, I am. Take your filthy hands off me!
Sir?
Am I in error, sir?
Well, thank heaven you're here. Perhaps you'll tell him.
Well, you can see I'm a gentleman.
Look at his lovely clothes.
Take him, Dawlish.
But you can't!
Now, Vizard,
you sail tomorrow?
Yeah. Mediterranean.
So you'll have to count us out for the present.
There's no need.
When your ship joins the fleet there, spread the word.
If the Mediterranean Fleet and the Channel Fleet
struck at the same time, we'd win our demands overnight.
You're going to act soon then?
As soon as we are ready
every ship in the Channel Fleet will mutiny.
Before spring ?
That depends. How does your crew stand?
We've got 40 more pledges.
We've sworn half the ship's company already.
Good.
[DOG BARKING]
Poor men.
Driven like cattle.
I don't understand it.
Having to be pressed to go to sea.
Not everyone wants to leave their homes, Harvey.
But think of it, Mother;
sailing in the Defiant and fighting the French.
You sound just like your father.
Anyway, the admiral may not agree to let you go.
[DOOR CLOSES] Father's back.
What did the admiral say?
Say?
About Harvey.
No objection.
After all, it's the custom.
He thinks it's about time you found your sea legs.
Thank you, Father.
Gather your things and we'll get you
settled in Defiant tonight. I'm ready.
Harvey.
HARVEY: Sorry, Mother.
Goodbye, my dear.
Look after yourself.
Goodbye, Mother.
CRAWFORD: Wait for me below.
He'll find things a bit different
from the training ship.
He's only 12.
Oh, don't worry.
He can take care of himself.
How long this time?
A year?
Less perhaps.
Only perhaps?
I hate goodbyes on the jetty.
I know what you're going to say.
So I'll take my leave of you now.
You left me days ago.
As soon as you caught sight of the sea.
Goodbye.
God keep you both.
Well, what do you think of her?
She's beautiful.
MAN: Toss your oars. Up!
We'd better say goodbye.
Once we sail, there'll be no occasion to talk.
Goodbye, Father.
Goodbye, Harvey.
MAN 1: Bows. MAN 2: Aye, aye, sir.
Carry on, Mr. Crawford.
MAN: Boats ahoy!
Captain's jolly boat coming alongside, sir!
MAN: Up your oars! Up! [BOATSWAIN'S WHISTLE BLOWS]
Full company aboard, sir.
Very good.
Mr. Scott-Padget, this is Midshipman Crawford.
You must be very proud to serve
in the same ship as your father.
Yes, sir, I am.
Mr. Kilpatrick, will you take the captain's son
down to the gunroom and introduce him to his messmates?
Aye, aye, sir. MAN: Watch on deck.
Stand by to hoist captain's jolly boat.
Please pass the word to all officers that Mr. Crawford
is to be treated no differently from other midshipmen.
Yes, sir. I quite understand.
[MUSIC PLAYS]
[LAUGHTER AND CHATTER]
Lots of women still aboard.
Mostly wives, I reckon.
Hello, my love.
Who are they?
Them? They're the pressed men.
Come on, follow me.
[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]
[LAUGHING]
Bye, my love.
Get those wretched women off the ship!
DAWLISH: Hoist away!
SCOTT-PADGET: Dawlish!
Swing them over!
DAWLISH: Clear the decks!
MAN: See you next trip, now.
[SQUEALING AND SNORTING]
ALL: Goodbye! Goodbye!
[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]
All supplies aboard, sir. Checked and correct.
Thank you, Mr. Scott-Padget.
Parade the recruits. Aye, aye, sir.
Parade recruits.
DAWLISH: Get on deck!
Look lively!
You men over there, look lively, will you?
Come on, come on, come on.
Fall in at the end of these two lines.
Where you going?
Now, look here, my man. I must see the captain immediately.
It's outrageous. I've been wrongly pressed.
Get in that line.
Recruits ready for inspection, sir.
There's a man here says he's been wrongly pressed.
Wants to be put ashore, sir.
I brought him in myself.
Says he's a gentleman, sir.
He's a fraud. I'm not, I'm as good--
Well, I insist that my antecedents are as honorable,
sir, as your own doubtless are.
What is your name?
Wagstaffe. Perceval Palliser Wagstaffe.
Wagstaffe.
Are you by any chance related to Admiral Wagstaffe?
Remotely, yes. He-- He's a distant cousin.
But he would speak for you?
I-- I'm sure he would but--
Admiral Wagstaffe, how well do you know him?
Intimately.
You visit his house? Oh, yes. Often.
You claim that, do you?
Do you also claim to be a madman?
For to have constantly visited someone who does not exist--
Not exist? Would I not know my own cousin?
I invented him a moment ago.
[SAILOR SHOUTS]
What are you?
A clerk?
[ALL LAUGH] Keep silence!
Yes, sir.
Well, that is, I'm promised my articles to study law.
Very well, Mr. Dawlish.
Recruits ready for inspection, sir.
Thank you, Mr. Scott-Padget.
The usual beach combings.
It'll take a lot of hard work.
They haven't been sworn yet.
What does the surgeon say?
Ah, Mr. Goss.
Well, they'll do.
They'll do very well, sir.
Excuse me, sir. What?
I wish to appeal. There's been a dreadful mistake.
No mistake. But I'm a gentleman.
The man's an impostor, sir. I questioned him.
If you'll excuse me, sir.
Uh, Mr. Scott-Padget.
I must ask you not to turn your back.
I apologize, sir.
My other duties--
Until you get permission to the contrary,
your duty is here with me.
Now, lads, don't think it's the end of the world.
This is a good ship with a fine crew.
Many of whom were pressed like yourselves.
We have every hope of an exciting cruise
and who knows, rich prizes.
So learn your duties,
obey orders
and no harm will come to you.
The only enemy is the Frenchman.
Remember that.
Mr. Dawlish, read these men the Articles of War.
They are compulsorily enlisted.
Now, Mr. Scott-Padget,
you may proceed with your other duties.
Thank you, sir.
You'll muster on the forecastle
where I shall read you the Articles of War.
Turn forward and follow me!
Boatswain, get those men moving.
Use your starter on them.
DAWLISH: Aye, aye, sir.
Jump to it, ya swabs!
MAN: Anchors aweigh!
Up aloft there! Come on there!
Look lively, lads!
DAWLISH: Next!
[GROANS] DAWLISH: Next!
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Set the foresail.
Set the foresail!
[MAN SHOUTING]
Give her the mainsail.
Set the mainsail!
Keep her full. MAN: Aye, aye, sir.
MAN: Set the jib!
DAWLISH: Don't look down, you swab!
Keep 'em moving, damn your eyes!
Go higher, you scum!
Last man down,
sent in for punishment!
Boatswain, get them moving there!
DAWLISH: Come on there. Jump to it!
Come on! Jump to it!
That's not good enough.
We'll do it again...now.
DAWLISH: Come on. Up the riggin'!
Get up!
Come on now!
Come along the rig there!
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SCOTT-PADGET: Have they died up there?
Keep 'em moving!
Much better.
You've accomplished wonders with this crew.
Thank you, sir.
Don't press them too hard.
Twelve minutes, 45 seconds to beat.
They'll do it this time.
Hey!
[GRUNTING, GASPING]
[GASPING]
[THUDDING]
[CHATTERING]
Is he badly hurt?
DAWLISH: Leg broken, sir.
Get him below to the surgeon.
MAN: Aye, aye, sir.
That'll be enough drill for today.
MAN: Take this man to the surgeon.
Carry on down below.
Dismiss the starboard watch!
Mr. Scott-Padget, will you have dinner with me tonight?
MAN: Starboard watch secure.
Thank you, sir.
CRAWFORD: And what about the man
injured this morning?
Oh, not too good.
If he doesn't improve, I may have to take the leg off.
I'm sorry.
Mr. Scott-Padget's already asked me
when he can return to duty.
You don't like Scott-Padget, do you?
I've served with him before.
Oh, when was that ?
In the Beadle, sir.
Bad ship that was.
Far too much flogging.
There was a man killed.
Under punishment?
Yes, sir.
Oh, I think I can deal with Mr. Scott-Padget.
Well, maybe, sir.
Do you know what happened to the Beadle's captain?
Their Lordships of the Admiralty broke him,
as they broke the captain of his previous ship.
Influence?
Aye, sir.
When somebody of enormous power has a mistress,
and that mistress has a son,
that young man has very, very powerful influence at his back.
I see. Mind you,
he's one of the most brilliant young officers I've ever seen.
A future Drake or Hawkins,
with a vicious streak and a silver spoon
and he has to land on my quarterdeck.
[CHUCKLES]: Sir, it could be
the making of him.
[KNOCKING] Yes.
Good evening, Mr. Scott-Padget.
Can I offer you a glass of Madeira?
SCOTT-PADGET: Thank you, sir.
I'll be going, sir. Thank you, Mr. Goss.
You'll be interested to know our sailing orders.
We join the Mediterranean Fleet at Corsica,
reporting to Admiral Jarvis.
Convoy duty.
Orders say, "With all possible dispatch,"
so we shall not put in at Gibraltar.
But you'll have ample time to train the crew.
I hope so, sir.
With your permission, I should like to use next week
in gunnery practice.
Good.
[DAWLISH SHOUTING]
I well realize the difficulties
of working up a green crew in wartime.
But, as soon as possible,
I would like you to go more easily with them.
The first few weeks we're inclined to use methods
that none of us like.
Are you questioning my methods, sir?
I haven't said so.
I know the value of discipline as well as you do.
Discipline is all that matters, sir.
It's never all that matters, Mr. Scott-Padget,
but it can exist, even rigidly, in a happy ship.
The ideal is always possible, sir,
if the men cooperate.
I'm sure they will.
I'll give you a toast. To Defiant,
an efficient ship and a happy one.
An efficient ship, sir. And death to the French.
That rather depends on your gun drill.
Get these men into position and keep them there.
Elevate. Set. They're jumping about like jackrabbits.
Prime.
Fire!
Get back!
Oh, sir. I-I never meant to--
Sergeant!
Put this man under arrest...
...for making to strike an officer.
No, sir. No!
You'll be flogged for this; six dozen lashes.
SERGEANT: Wheatley, you're under arrest.
CRAWFORD: You made to strike an officer?
No, sir.
I-I wouldn't have hit out, sir, honest.
I've learnt that much.
But you did put up your fists?
Well, answer me!
On an impulse of anger, sir,
instantly regretted.
What was that?
On an impulse of anger, sir, instantly regretted.
Where did you learn that phrase?
WHEATLEY: It's true, sir.
Threatening an officer is a court-martial offense.
But in the circumstances and because of your clean sheet,
I'm going to be as lenient as I may.
Two dozen lashes.
I said six dozen, sir.
March him out, sergeant.
SERGEANT: Right turn. Forward march.
There were a score of people close by, sir.
They heard what I promised him.
It was not your decision to make.
Gentlemen, did you take note
of that phrase he used? Phrase, sir?
"An impulse of anger, instantly regretted."
[CHUCKLES]
Of course, it may mean nothing.
But, in my opinion, he'd been drilled in it.
Drilled, sir? By whom?
Oh, I wish I knew.
[CHATTERING]
Our man remembered his little piece.
Yeah, didn't save him, did it?
Maybe it helped. Only two dozen.
Scott-Padget must have nigh run mad.
Two dozen.
You know what that means, don't you ?
MAN: Shut your mouth, Silly Billy.
Means a soft captain.
My old captain on the Swift-- Captain Shaw--
He never gave less than six dozen.
Yeah, that's what he gave me.
Six dozen.
Look here!
[BOATSWAIN'S WHISTLE BLOWS]
SCOTT-PADGET: All hands on deck to witness punishment!
MAN: All hands on deck!
SCOTT-PADGET: Come on. Jump to it!
[CREWMEN MURMURING]
SCOTT-PADGET: Come on there, jump to it!
Ship's company, attention!
Ship's company ready to witness punishment, sir.
Carry on.
DAWLISH: Prisoner ready for punishment, sir.
Commence punishment!
Start the roll!
One...
[WHIP CRACKS]
...two... [WHIP CRACKS]
...three...
[WHIP CRACKS]
...four...
...five...
...six... [WHIP CRACKS]
...seven... [WHIP CRACKS]
...eight... [WHIP CRACKS]
...nine...
...ten... [WHIP CRACKS]
...eleven... [WHIP CRACKS]
...twelve... [WHIP CRACKS]
...thirteen... [WHIP CRACKS]
...fourteen... [WHIP CRACKS]
...fifteen... [WHIP CRACKS]
...sixteen... [WHIP CRACKS]
...seventeen... [WHIP CRACKS]
...eighteen... [WHIP CRACKS]
...nineteen... [WHIP CRACKS]
...twenty... [WHIP CRACKS]
...twenty-one... [WHIP CRACKS]
Only three more. ...twenty-two...
Look at your feet. [WHIP CRACKS]
..twenty-three...
...twenty-four!
[DRUM ROLL STOPS]
Punishment completed, sir!
Cut him down.
Aye, aye, sir.
Cut him down.
Ship's company,
turn forward!
Dismissed!
MAN: Musketeers, turn forward.
Fair weather, Mr. Ponsonby.
MAN: Dismissed!
"I, Richard Dawlish, master-at-arms
"aboard His Majesty's ship Defiant,
"do solemnly make oath and swear that I will be true to the cause
"and serve as one of the council of action,
even to the laying down of my life."
Well done, Dawlish.
SCOTT-PADGET: "Corsica, Leghorn,
last remaining British bases."
Message ends.
Acknowledge. Aye, aye, sir.
Grave news, sir. Yes.
Napoleon's overrunning Italy.
He's bound to bring Spain in on his side.
Yes.
Therefore, I presume you want to change plans
and put in here at Gibraltar.
I've seen no signal countermanding our orders.
No, but since-- Which are to proceed to Corsica
with all possible dispatch. Set the gallants.
Take over the watch, Mr. Ponsonby.
[KNOCK AT DOOR] Yes?
Sir.
It is my opinion, sir,
that we put back to Gibraltar immediately.
Have you set the gallants?
No. Not yet, sir.
Why not?
If we proceed to Corsica now, sir,
we may be sailing into a hopeless trap.
I have my orders.
Yes, sir.
Which were to join Admiral Jarvis,
who may no longer be at Corsica.
Oh, you're well-informed.
He's bound to sail back here, sir,
where his fleet will be safe.
Where he won't be bottled up, trapped,
cut off from his bases and supplies
by a strong enemy fleet.
Admiral Jarvis is not a fool, sir.
I'm sure he'd be happy to hear you say so.
I think you underestimate him, sir.
He would have done as I say.
My responsibility and yours too, by the way,
is to carry out existing orders.
We are also responsible for the safety of this ship, sir.
To risk it for orders which events have outdated,
instead of using our imagination and initiative--
Mr. Scott-Padget,
when you get your own command,
you can sail by imagination if you wish.
My ship will continue to follow instructions from the Admiralty.
Whatever the consequences?
You may have the power of life and death
over every man aboard this ship, sir.
But I warn you,
if we come through this voyage safely...
Yes? If?
...to have followed Admiralty instructions
may not be quite enough.
I will say this to you only once, sir.
I will not be bullied or threatened
and I intend to be obeyed.
Your friends in London mean nothing to me.
I assure that while you serve in this ship,
they will mean absolutely nothing to you!
You can go now.
Steady as she goes.
MAN: Steady, sir.
Mr. Ponsonby, set the gallants.
Smartly, Mr. Ponsonby. Smartly.
Aye, aye, sir.
Topmen aloft, set the gallants!
Yes, I can.
Get those midshipmen out of the rigging.
This is a ship of war, not a nursery.
Aye, aye, sir. On deck, Mr. Pardoe, Mr. Crawford!
SAILOR: Top main squared off!
[MEN GRUNTING INDISTINCTLY]
Mr. Crawford.
I want you to find the senior midshipman for me.
Mr. Kilpatrick, sir?
Tell him that I shall see him in the gun room immediately.
Aye, aye, sir.
Get that hatch open, Grimshaw.
Let some air into the magazine.
Did you hear what I said?
Open that hatch.
GRIMSHAW: But, sir,
we had it open yesterday, sir.
KILPATRICK: I don't care whether it was open
yesterday or the week before. I'm giving you an order.
Open that hatch.
GRIMSHAW: But, sir,
orders is once a week, sir.
Stand up, you insolent dog.
HARVEY: Mr. Kilpatrick?
Mr. Scott-Padget wants to see you, sir, in the gun room.
What the devil does he want?
I don't know, sir. He said immediately.
Get that hatch open at once.
Aye, aye, sir.
Carry on with the report, Sergeant Kneebone.
KNEEBONE: I've got three more. I've got seven.
Five. That's all. That's good enough.
Only a few more and we'll have the whole ship pledged
by the time we get to the fleet.
Meantime, we write our petition.
Petition.
Why is everybody afraid of the word "mutiny"?
I'm not afraid of the word. If it fits. But it don't.
Now, look, you seize one ship, that's mutiny.
And no one ever got away with it.
You seize the whole fleet,
there's nothing they can do about it.
They can't hang every man afloat.
There aren't enough yardarms.
We'll make them listen to us.
Until then, spread the gospel,
same as the boys back at Spithead are doing
this instant minute.
Yeah, wait. And wait. And wait.
Yes, Evans. Wait.
Till the time comes.
And when the time comes, Vizard--
Scott-Padget.
Mr. Kilpatrick,
you've been before the Commissioning Board three times
and each time you failed.
Yes, sir. What age are you, 33, 34?
Thirty-five, sir. Thirty-five.
Then your chances of becoming an officer
are getting slight, aren't they?
Yes, sir. Unless the board had reason
to believe that you had, uh,
special qualities.
Special qualities, sir?
Yes. Ingenuity in a difficult situation,
courage, loyalty to a particular officer.
An officer with influence
who might go out of his way to, uh, use it.
Yes, sir. I think I see, sir.
You're responsible, aren't you,
for the discipline of younger midshipmen
when they kick over the traces?
Make them kiss the gunner's daughter. Yes, sir.
Yes. Without fear or favor. Sir.
How about young Mr. Crawford?
How does he take it? Like a man, I hope.
Well, actually, sir, I've not yet had occasion to--
Not yet had occasion?
Oh, but if he's made of good stuff, he must be high-spirited.
And if he's high-spirited, he must get into mischief.
And if he gets into mischief, he must be punished.
The captain insisted on no favoritism.
I think you heard him say that.
Yes, sir.
Well, be watchful, Mr. Kilpatrick.
And diligent. Yes, sir.
And if you ever need my advice, don't hesitate to ask for it.
Thank you, sir.
KILPATRICK: Now, don't lie, son.
HARVEY: I didn't do it, sir.
Are those your initials or not?
Yes, but I just made a little scratch.
You could hardly see it.
Oh, you did?
First, you say one thing, now another.
Well, I thought-- It's all so marked about anyway.
But it shouldn't be.
There's a mess rule against defacing the tabletop.
I've been lenient with you, Mr. Crawford. Much too lenient.
Anything to say?
Only that someone else must've--
I've nothing to say, sir.
Nothing to say.
The very time when you should have.
In the Navy we call that dumb insolence.
Ooh!
Bring the lamp closer, carpenter.
HARVEY: Ow!
Yes. There is a trace of worm.
I thought I should bring your attention to it, sir.
Nothing a little whitewash won't cure.
I don't think the ship's falling to pieces.
I thought it might work its way to the midshipmen's berth.
As you're below deck, perhaps you'd be good enough to look.
Very well. If you think it important.
[HARVEY GROANING] Somebody being taught manners?
[WHIP CRACKS] HARVEY: Ow!
Overdoing it, isn't he?
That will do, Mr. Kilpatrick.
Aye, sir. All right, get up.
May I ask what he's being punished for, Mr. Kilpatrick?
KILPATRICK: Cutting his initials on the mess table, sir.
Where is this trouble you mentioned?
Chapman.
All I can see is a patch of uncoated timber.
Is that what you brought me in here for?
I thought you should see, sir.
[BELL CLANGING]
The wind's freshening, sir, as I expected.
Why have you countermanded my orders ?
Sir?
I ordered the gallants to be set.
When I come on deck, I find nothing.
I judged with the following wind there'd be no--
You judged, Mr. Scott-Padget?
You judged?
Simply a matter of good seamanship, sir.
Sir, you're impertinent.
I will not have every decision I make questioned by you.
Go below and stay there
until I give you permission to come on deck. Is that clear?
Yes, sir. Quite clear.
Mr. D'Arblay, set the gallants.
D'ARBLAY: Aye, aye, sir. Set the gallants!
SAILOR: All haul together.
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MAN: There you are. Come on.
A beating every day for a week.
Why doesn't the captain do something about it?
What can he do?
[GASPS]
You all right, lad? Thank you.
Come on, then. We'll go down together.
Easy now.
Muster on the gun deck. Move.
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These stripes are coming along very nicely.
They're still bloody painful, sir.
His own son, eh?
What's the matter with the captain?
Can't he see what's going on ?
Hey, you. Come here. Sit down.
Now, what you said, just now out there.
"The captain can't do anything." What do you mean by that?
Oh, I was just guessing-- What do you mean?
Well, suppose he went for Scott-Padget over this.
There'd be a court-martial. There'd have to be.
And they'd prove that he was attacking an officer
to protect his own son.
That would finish him.
And if Scott-Padget has influence,
it could be easily done.
How much law do you know, lad?
Oh, well, I told you. I was just guessing.
So, Scott-Padget's gonna rule the roost,
run the ship his way.
It's a chance, isn't it?
What for? Scott-Padget.
Put a knife in his back.
Give him Jonah's toss. Don't be a fool.
Suppose the captain found him gone tomorrow,
do you think he'd care ?
We're not after one man. We're after bigger things.
And we'll get it, if we're patient.
That's the only word you know, isn't it?
I know this, Evans:
That if we touch one officer aboard this ship,
our whole cause is lost.
Do you think he heard?
That old drunk? What's it matter?
KILPATRICK: Didnt I tell you to have this place cleaned up?
HARVEY: But I did.
KILPATRICK: You call this filthy mess clean?
I shall have to teach you another lesson. Come over here.
[WHIP CRACKING]
[WHIP CRACKS] HARVEY: Oh!
Ow!
[KNOCK AT DOOR] Yes?
I hope I'm not disturbing you, sir.
Not in the least, Mr. Goss.
I thought, uh, I should report that...
Report what?
Well, the man Wheatley's recovering well from punishment
and the other three men injured have gone back to duty, sir.
You told me all this yesterday.
Ah, yes, sir.
Really, I-- I wish, sir, to make a suggestion.
Well, forgive me if I--
But well, I-- What I mean is--
If he could spend a few days in the sick bay,
he'd be out of their hands, you see.
Who would be out of whose hands?
Your son.
What are you trying to tell me?
Well, I can hear. I can hear everything.
My quarters are just opposite, you see,
and when these punishments go on--
He's my-- Is Mr. Crawford the only one punished?
Oh, no, sir.
But when two or three get beaten,
he's always one of the numbers.
Well, it's got to stop, sir.
I've heard things said on the lower deck.
The men are beginning to think.
Think what?
Well, uh, what I mean is--
[KNOCK AT DOOR] Yes.
Mr. Scott-Padget's compliments, sir.
He begs you for an audience, sir.
At once, if possible.
He said it is of the most vital importance, sir.
Mr. Crawford, you should be in sick bay.
No, sir. I'm not ill, honestly.
Please, may I take him your answer, sir?
No.
I'll deliver it myself.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
[CHATTERING PETERS OUT]
You asked to see me.
I didn't expect you to come here, sir.
At this moment, all I want to do is thrash you
and clap you in irons.
But that would suit you very well, as we both know.
I fail to understand you, sir.
Do you?
I have no intention of following your previous captains
onto the beach.
Is that clear?
Now, what do you want from me?
Only to be restored to duty, sir.
I have no wish to be confined when I'm needed on quarterdeck.
What makes you think you're needed?
There's a sea running. Very slight.
I've been listening to the sounds of it.
I know that I'm right.
You always have to be right.
So in case we have to reduce sail,
may I return to the deck?
It is my place.
And my duty.
Your first duty on leaving this cabin
will be to see that all is well in the midshipmen's berth.
But surely Mr. Kilpatrick will--
Will do as you tell him.
I want the boy left alone.
He's taken more than enough.
You mean your son, sir?
You know very well I mean my son.
I shall see to it for you, sir.
May I now be returned to duty?
You may.
[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]
[CHATTERING CEASES]
[CHATTERING RESUMES]
[INAUDIBLE]
[FLUTE BEING PLAYED]
CRAWFORD: Mr. Scott-Padget? [FLUTE MUSIC STOPS]
Why are we not under full sail?
I judged it to be inadvisable, sir.
[FLUTE MUSIC RESUMES]
MAN: Ho! Hey! Ho!
Now, then, Waggie, just carry on working.
What do you want? You.
We need a lawyer.
But I'm not a lawyer. Not yet.
No. But you've studied law.
You can find your way about a document better than we can.
Well, I might give advice, but that's all.
Now, listen. We want you to help us with our petition.
For redress of grievances, is that it?
Redress. That's the sort of word.
And a lot of other words for a lot of grievances.
Now, look, some of the men
haven't been off this ship for years. You know that.
Why don't they run for it? [SCOFFS] Run for it?
Get caught and flogged like him?
Leave me alone. I won't join a mutiny.
It's not a mutiny.
And you're gonna help us prove that.
You're taking the oath.
What are you doing there?
What's this little gathering for?
Just making up some rope, sir.
Hard work with these louts lying on it.
Move them! Come on.
Get moving. Jump to it. Jump to it! Go on, get moving.
Watch out, or next time you'll be in for real trouble.
I'm very sorry, sir. It was my fault.
Yours? Yes, sir.
I pulled on the rope-- Tripped him.
Make damn sure you don't have any more accidents, Vizard.
Otherwise, I'll have a look at your backbone.
Boatswain?
What's the matter with you? Are you out of your mind?
Vizard, I will join.
Good lad.
[FOOTSTEPS CLATTERING]
SCOTT-PADGET: You'll be flogged for this.
Sergeant!
Take him forward. Put him under guard.
Jones.
Another flogging.
Pass the word.
We do a full tryout tomorrow at eight bells.
[MAN CROONING]
It's 10 long years
Since last I see thee
Far away Your lonely river
It's 10 long years
Since last I see thee [BELL CLANGS]
Away I'm bound to go
On--
[MOUTHING]
First Lieutenant said keep a sharp lookout
to starboard, Pardoe.
PARDOE: Thank you.
You men on Gun 3, jump to it.
Station two marines in the after well deck at six bells.
Steer east-nor-east.
East-nor-east, aye, aye.
Mr. Scott-Padget. Yes, sir.
In the last few minutes, have you noticed anything?
Noticed what, sir?
A number of small things.
For instance, a man shouting without a sound.
I don't know what you mean, sir.
All right.
[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
He saw you do it. Why did you?
That's the signal.
I'm supposed to shout for the lads to give three cheers.
Next time we have a tryout, you be more careful, see?
When are we going to do it? The real thing?
You'll be told.
Meantime, we done what we said.
We join the fleet tomorrow in Corsica
with something to show them:
A fully pledged ship...
ready for action.
[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]
Not a single bloody ship.
Nothing in the harbor. Not a stick nor a spar.
Looks like we're on our own then.
What happened to them? Where are they?
They must've sailed.
If there are no British ships, sir,
there'll soon be some French ones.
I suggest we leave here immediately.
We're going to. And put back to Gibraltar
as I suggested in the first place?
Bring her about, Mr. Scott-Padget.
Yes, sir.
Boatswain, stand by to wear ship!
MAN: Stand by.
Mr. Ponsonby,
I want you to find Midshipman Crawford.
Send him into the tops for two days.
A punishment, sir?
Uh, do as I tell you.
Mr. Scott-Padget, I wish to speak
to the ship's company informally.
Muster all hands, if you please.
All hands to the after well deck!
BOATSWAIN: All hands muster in well deck!
Go on, jump to it!
[ALL CLAMORING INDISTINCTLY]
BOATSWAIN: Come on, men. Jump to it.
We are heading back to Gibraltar, sir, aren't we?
We'll stay on this course for the time being.
Well, lads,
I've got some explaining to do.
We seem to have lost the fleet
and I don't know where to find them.
I've mustered you because I want you to know
the orders for the fleet and for us,
which are to escort a great convoy of timber ships
from the far side of Italy
right back to England.
Timber to build ships of the line and frigates.
More like her:
Defiant.
Now, it's our duty to go to the place of rendezvous
and see if the convoy is there.
If it isn't, well, we've done our best.
If it is,
we'll bring it back in the face of Frenchmen,
Spaniards,
or anyone else who cares to try and stop us.
[ALL CHEERING]
SCOTT-PADGET: Back to your duties.
MAN: Carry on.
Italy, Mr. Scott-Padget.
Hello, Harvey. I've brought you some biscuits.
Thank you.
How long have you done here now? Day and a half.
Old Scott-Padget must be getting soft.
It wasn't him. It was Ponsonby.
PARDOE: Oh, why?
HARVEY: Pardoe, a ship.
Deck there! Sail-ho! Starboard beam!
PARDOE: A frigate and a merchantman, both French,
on the starboard beam!
C'est un Anglais.
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
Beat to quarters!
Mr. Scott-Padget, set all sails.
Give her every stitch. Aye, aye, sir.
Mr. Scott-Padget, I'll not have an officer
carrying a rope's end.
MAN: All right, there, overhaul the gear!
Very good, sir.
Set the gallants and flying jib!
[DRUMS ROLLING]
[ALL SHOUTING]
One gun ready. Two gun ready.
Three gun ready. Four gun ready.
Five gun ready. Cast loose!
DAWLISH: Forward your guns!
ALL: Heave! Heave!
Heave! Heave! Heave! Heave!
Ship ready and cleared for action, sir!
Thank you, Mr. Scott-Padget.
Lads, we'll fight her as if all England were watching.
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[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
[MAN REPEATS IN FRENCH]
Helm up.
HELMSMAN: Helm up, sir.
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
[MAN REPEATS IN FRENCH]
Let her fall off a little more.
MAN: Aye, aye, sir.
Getting closer.
Feu!
[ALL SHOUTING]
DAWLISH: Stand fast!
[CANNONS BLASTING]
Steady.
Fire.
Steer small.
[BLASTING CONTINUES]
Aim for her masts.
Fire!
Mr. Scott-Padget, take over boarding party.
Aye, aye, sir.
Board!
[ALL SHOUTING]
MAN: Help me!
[GRUNTS]
[GUNSHOTS]
I'll kill you!
Aagh!
Gun crews, stand by to board. Mr. Ponsonby.
PONSONBY: Board!
[BOTH GRUNTING]
Aagh!
All right, you--
Captain of Marines!
Tell the Captain of Marines to board.
Aye, aye, sir.
Marines, board!
The ship's ours, sir. Now for the merchantman!
She's struck her colors. We'll take her as a prize.
[ALL CHEERING]
Everything's in order, sir. Both ships.
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
Take him below, Sergeant Kneebone.
He says the English fleet has made for the Atlantic, sir.
I don't believe it. It's what I've said all along.
If the fleet's gone back,
we may be the only English ship in the Mediterranean.
Do you still insist on making that rendezvous?
I only insist on carrying out my orders,
which are to escort a convoy.
But there won't be a convoy, sir,
only a French ship of the line waiting for us.
I can see it now. Yes, I think you can.
You've been proved right once before. Exactly.
But on this occasion, I feel you are wrong.
There will be no French ship of the line,
only the fear of one.
[CHATTERING, LAUGHTER]
Sir-- Listen.
They're celebrating already.
Sir--
And why not?
There'll be prize money for all hands.
Plenty of prize money with these two beauties.
You'd do well to pay attention.
I've detailed the crews to sail them back.
The Third Lieutenant in command of the frigate.
Good luck, Mr. D'Arblay.
A pleasant voyage to Rochefort.
Thank you, sir.
You must listen to what I have to say, sir.
I've put Mr. Kellahorn in charge of the merchantman.
I've given him a junior midshipman to assist him.
Mr. Crawford.
Mr. Crawford?
[CHATTER]
Take care of that ship.
BOTH: Aye, aye, sir.
Get her back safely.
MAN: Pull away. Hoist away.
I thought you wanted to have the boy on board with you, sir.
I thought so too.
I made a mistake.
Now I've put it right.
[WHISTLE BLOWS]
SCOTT-PADGET: Faster! Keep moving! Faster!
Jump to it, you lazy dogs! Jump!
Mr. Scott-Padget!
They fought well yesterday, sir,
because I got them into fighting trim
and I'm gonna keep them that way.
I told you, I'll have no officer
carrying a rope's end, much less using one.
I couldn't find Kilpatrick.
I'm suspending you for the remainder of this watch.
For carrying a rope's end? For disobeying an order.
From now on, I shall take steps that will astound you.
You have astounded me, sir, many times, in many ways.
What was that? I think you need a hard lesson, sir.
When you return to this deck, you'll keep watch and watch,
four hours on and four hours off,
day and night until further orders.
I'm a senior officer, sir, and not a midshipman.
Not a midshipman.
I apologize, sir. If I've offended you in any way--
Damn you, get below. I simply wanted to say--
Still you argue and disobey. Mr. Ponsonby, when off duty,
this officer will report every two hours,
fully dressed and equipped, to the officer of the watch
who will inform me that he has done so.
Now, get below.
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Look at 'em. They've forgotten the petition already.
You know, in our business,
bloody Scott-Padget was the best friend we had.
Carry on, Mr. Scott-Padget.
Sir, officer under punishment has reported
with all equipment correct. Thank you, Mr. Ponsonby.
Small chance of a convoy still being here.
Any change in course, sir? Not yet.
MAN: Sail-ho! Deck there!
Large sail two points forward of the larboard beam!
What is she? Can you tell?
She's a frigate, sir!
Do you hear that, Mr. Scott-Padget?
A single frigate.
Not your ship of the line. Beat to quarters.
Aye, aye, sir.
PONSONBY: Beat to quarters!
[DRUMS ROLLING]
They think this is a safe road now.
We'll run with her and take a closer look.
Bring us round to nor-nor-west, Mr. Ponsonby.
Aye, aye, sir.
Steer nor-nor-west. MAN: Nor-nor-west.
[SHOUTING]
[ALL SHOUTING]
Number one ready. Number two ready.
Three ready. Four ready.
Five ready. MAN: All guns ready, sir!
Cleared for action, sir. Fighting lanterns ready.
Gun ports not yet opened. Thank you.
She's a Venetian, all right. Neutral then.
Unless Venice has been overrun by the French.
No flag. No signal.
CRAWFORD: Why not?
She must be able to see our colors.
And she must have heard us clear for action, sir.
Mr. Ponsonby, private night signal.
PONSONBY: Aye, aye, sir.
Hoist the night signal.
No reply.
The gun ports are opened, sir.
We can't sit here waiting for her broadside.
I'm just as suspicious as you are, Mr. Scott-Padget,
but we must be sure.
We cannot expose the ship like this, sir.
We must fire now.
All right, Mr. Scott-Padget. Run out your guns.
Aye, aye, sir. But hold your fire.
SCOTT-PADGET: Run out your guns!
MAN: Run out your guns!
ALL: Heave! Heave! Heave!
What ship are you?
We are His Majesty's Ship Defiant.
What ship are you?
[ALL SHOUTING]
Fire party to number five gun!
Mr. Ponsonby, it's his arm! Get him below!
Hudson, King, quickly. Get the captain below!
The captain's been hit!
Take your orders from me!
Ready!
Fire!
[GROANING]
[MAN SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
Who's that out there?
What's happening?
Goss.
Has Defiant been taken?
Why, no, sir.
Whose are those voices?
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
Je refuse de parler.
Signore Capitano?
[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]
...de Bonaparte.
[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]
[DOOR OPENS]
Uh, Mr. Scott-Padget, the captain.
Did Goss tell you?
I took the Venetian, sir.
Did we lose many men?
Nothing to speak of. A dozen or so.
And wounded, about threescore.
If you'll allow me, sir, I'm needed.
She went down later, sir,
but before she did, we took a great deal off her.
Crates of it. All on its way to France.
But there's a much bigger prize.
Bring in the Frenchman.
Though you wouldn't believe it to look at him,
this absurd figure is Colonel Giraud,
political adviser to Napoleon himself.
[GIRAUD SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
All right, take him away.
Vous devriez m'ecouter, monsieur...
It's fortunate for us
that Colonel Giraud omitted to destroy all his papers.
He knows of plans for the invasion of England.
Does he know when?
Within the next few weeks, sir.
He must be sent to London.
Yes, of course, sir.
As soon as I've made the necessary repairs,
we shall make all speed.
You've done extremely well.
Thank you, sir.
And Mr. Scott-Padget,
this crew serves well if you don't drive them too hard.
I shall remember that, sir.
"Change our vile body that it may be like His glorious body...
"according to mighty working
whereby He is able to subdue all things to Himself."
That ends the burial service for those killed in action.
Turn forward and--
Stand by, all hands.
I can't waste time with assemblies,
so this must serve a second purpose.
Stand by to witness punishment.
DAWLISH: All hands to witness punishment!
[WHISPERS] Two dozen,
just for looking at him.
Stow it.
Commence the punishment!
Start the roll!
[DRUMS ROLLING]
Keep low.
She'll take off our masts.
She'll lop them off!
Keep down. Keep down.
Goss, are you there?
I'm-- Boy, where's Mr. Goss?
On deck, sir. For the flogging.
Flogging? I authorized no flogging.
DAWLISH: Twenty-three!
Twenty-four!
[DRUM ROLL STOPS]
Punishment completed, sir. Two dozen lashes.
Cut him down.
DAWLISH: Aye, aye, sir.
Enjoy yourself?
You won't for long!
I'll rip your throat out, you bloody swine!
Another two dozen!
Aye, aye, sir. Another two dozen!
What's the matter with you, Evans?
It's got worm in it. I'll eat weevils and maggots.
I'm damned if I'll eat red worms.
Good food thrown on the deck. You're getting spoiled.
That's an offense. You know that, don't you?
Yes, sir.
A flogging offense, Evans.
You know that too, don't you?
He sent you, didn't he?
What's that? Yes, sir. I know it.
So while we consider the best course of action,
pick it up!
It's fit. Eat it.
Eat it. That's an order.
[SHOUTING]
You'll swing for this, every man jack of you!
[ALL MURMURING]
He's right.
The penalty for striking an officer is hanging.
And we're all in it. We'll have to move fast.
Well, what shall we do?
There's only one thing to do.
Give the signal.
WHEATLEY: When? Now? As soon as we can.
We'll go at eight bells,
same as before, if you can remember.
Now, Morrison, get up on deck and warn everyone you meet.
Right.
Wagstaffe, go and tell Dawlish.
What about me then?
You? Get up aloft.
And this time, let's hear your cheer.
Who's officer of the watch? Ponsonby.
Ponsonby. Well, he'll--
Where's Scott-Padget? Where is he?
MAN: Get out of here.
[ANGRY MURMURING]
I want all officers confined to their quarters,
under guard by marines.
Now, listen to me, Evans. I'm warning you.
You use that knife, and you're a dead man.
All right, lads.
No excitement, no rushing on deck.
And wait for the cheer.
[MUMBLING]
Now, take some more, sir.
You'll stand better what I've got to do.
Now, get ready.
Now, grab him.
[GRUNTS]
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Look lively. Put your backs into it.
[WHISPERS INAUDIBLY]
All right, you there. Start on number four gun.
[WHISPERS INAUDIBLY]
[RINGING]
[**]
Hip, hip, hooray.
[ALL CHEERING]
What's happening there?
Leave me alone. You shut your mouth, son.
[CHEERING]
MAN: Don't move, sir.
This means your death, Vizard.
Take him below.
Stand still.
Get out.
All right, Mr. Goss. No one will come in here.
Stay on the door.
[ALL CHATTERING]
[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]
What's he saying?
MAN: It's about us being revolutionaries like him.
[ALL LAUGHING]
Well, he's important to the captain.
He wants to see me about him right away.
You got the petition?
All right, take care of him.
We are revolutionaries, you know.
Only they done things properly. MAN 2: Who?
The Frenchies, with the guillotine.
For two days we've had this ship,
and Scott-Padget's still alive.
[ALL MURMURING]
[KNOCKING]
Wait.
Go now.
Come in.
You wish to see me, sir? Mr. Crawford?
Sit down.
Where are we heading?
Oh, my committee aren't decided yet.
Caribbean, South America. Anywhere but England.
It's of England I wish to speak to you.
The Frenchman, Colonel Giraud,
has vital information about an intended invasion.
That's the truth.
Invasion?
He knows the landing places
and the approximate date.
That much has been got out of him,
but he knows a great deal more.
He must be handed over
for further questioning at once.
Handed over? Who to?
Admiral Jackson is in command
of the squadron blockading Rochefort.
What? Sail Defiant to Rochefort. Is that what you're asking?
Sail her up to the squadron, alongside English men-of-war?
Yes, I am asking you to do that,
if you care for the safety of your country.
If you don't wish to see her humiliated,
and overrun by Frenchmen, yes.
Well, what will become of us?
How can I promise anything?
Their Lordships at the Admiralty do not encourage mutiny.
It was never intended, not this way.
Oh, for heaven's sake, man, what way then?
A petition?
I see.
Hm. Bit late for petitions now.
All right, we'll sail to Rochefort.
But if we do, will you stand by us?
I'll do my best for you, all of you.
I'll submit all the facts in your favor.
But I warn you.
If any harm comes to a single officer--
A single officer.
I understand.
Very sorry you lost the arm, sir.
So he's promised to speak for us when the time comes.
Can we trust him? Yes.
What, trust an officer?
Ah, to hell with England. Let 'em have their invasion.
Oh, stow it. I've got a family back home.
MAN: I don't want these Frenchmen tramping through my house.
MAN 2: Nor mine either.
Sergeant, watch him. All our lives depend on this.
Well, for the present, we're agreed.
We head for Rochefort and the blockade squadron.
MAN 3: Aye. MAN 4: Agreed.
[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
Sails on starboard bow.
VIZARD: That's the squadron, all right.
Deck there. Flagship on the starboard bow.
DAWLISH: Strike topsail.
VIZARD: Lively there.
Stand by to drop anchor.
DAWLISH: Stand by to drop anchor.
Wagstaffe, get your signals party ready.
Aye, aye.
MAN: Look lively.
Wait here.
[KNOCKING]
You're mad. You're out of your minds, all of you.
Dealing with an admiral.
Admiral Jackson's an honest, seagoing man.
He'll listen to us. Oh, yeah.
He'll agree to anything till we surrender.
Then he'll hang the lot of us. No, he won't.
I served under him in '89. All right. You'll see.
[DOOR OPENS]
Mr. Crawford.
Vizard.
Which of us goes to the flagship?
None of us.
Why risk being clapped in irons?
I'll make them come to us.
MAN 2: Pull away. Hoist away.
MAN: Send away the anchor.
MAN 3: Boat ahoy. MAN 4:Flagship.
Toss your oars. Up.
VIZARD: Sergeant?
Leave the prisoner under escort.
Take charge of the starboard gangway.
Keep the prisoner below.
DAWLISH: Flagship's jolly boat alongside.
Take me to the captain. This way, sir.
Harvey.
He arrived here with the prize ships
and stayed on with the admiral, sir.
I've brought an urgent dispatch from the admiral.
Give that to me.
It's happened. They've done it at Spithead.
The fleet mutinied.
[CHEERING]
The Lords of the Admiralty agreed to this?
Every item, sir.
All you asked for.
There's far more. Look, sir.
"Full pardon for all those involved,
has been signed by His Majesty the King."
Oh. This changes things, don't it?
It changes everything.
Well, lads, you heard the news.
[CHEERING]
What happens to us?
I'll go to the admiral now,
and I'm sure I can promise you everything you wish,
so long as I leave an orderly ship behind me.
You shall have that, sir.
Sergeant Kneebone, I want all officers set free.
Bring them on deck.
You can't let 'em go, Vizard.
You're throwing it all away, all we've worked for.
Jenkins, get down to the gun room.
Release the midshipmen.
We're releasing the officers. Release the officers.
Will it please you to come on deck, sir?
What's happened?
The mutiny's over, finished, all made right.
Made right? In orders from the fleet, sir.
Take your hands off me.
You mutinous filth.
Don't think you can turn your coats and be forgiven.
It's not as easy as that. CRAWFORD: Mr. Scott-Padget.
I would advise you for your own sake to say no more.
You're compounding the offense. You're in it with them.
Well, your friends will be dealt with.
I'll see to that.
And I'll have you broken
when their Lordships hear what I have to tell them.
You're under arrest.
[ALL MURMURING]
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You've done for us all, Evans.
What's it matter?
You all wanted him dead, didn't you?
You're as bad as him,
and between you, you've finished the lot of us.
Give me a knife.
Get back.
We had everything, and he took it from us.
Let's go, Vizard,
while we've still got the chance.
Let's get away while the fog's still thick.
They're right, Vizard.
I want no sound.
We're going to weigh anchor and make sail.
DAWLISH: Weigh anchor. Quiet now.
MAN: Anchor's aweigh.
Set the courses.
Course west-south-west.
MAN 2: West-south-west.
[CANNONS FIRING]
Lookout, let's hear you.
MAN 2: Sail on the starboard quarter.
Sail? Where?
I see only ships in anchor.
Deck there, sail is an enemy frigate.
And another.
The French are out. The French.
[CANNONS CONTINUE FIRING]
Mr. Richmond, weigh anchor, beat to quarters.
RICHMOND: Aye, aye, sir.
The French are on the move, sir. Make to all ships.
Prepare to engage the enemy. MAN: Aye, aye, sir.
MAN 3: The French have used the fog too.
They're heading straight for our squadron.
Look. That red glow.
A fire ship, set on a true course in the offshore breeze.
She'll take the flagship.
DAWLISH: Straight in her path, and they can't move in time.
Nor the others, the way they're lying.
GRIMSHAW: They're going to burn. They'll burn.
Vizard,
I'm striking no bargains and making no promises.
This ship is in your hands.
There's nothing to stop you running away,
but the enemy is there.
All hands muster aft.
MAN 4: Lively there.
[ALL MURMURING]
Sir.
Well, lads, you see what's happening.
The French are out of Rochefort,
and we are the only English ship under sail.
We must give time to the flagship to weigh anchor.
We are going for that fire ship.
Sergeant, let's hear your drums beat to quarters.
Mr. Ponsonby, bring her about, steer for the fire ship.
Aye, aye, sir.
VIZARD: Come on, every man of you.
[CHEERING]
[DRUMS BEATING]
My God, sir, look there.
CAPTAIN: Bring your starboard guns to bear.
Hit her with everything you've got. Aye, aye, sir.
Steady.
[CANNONS CONTINUE FIRING]
Fire. Fire!
[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]
[MEN SHOUTING]
MAN 5: Get the wounded away.
[EXPLOSION]
Open fire. MAN 6: Fire.
Get this fire out of midship.
Fire party!
[MEN SCREAMING]
Fire.
Mr. Ponsonby, we'll go under the bows of the fire ship.
Wait.
Hold your fire. [CANNONS FIRING]
MAN 6: Hold your fire!
Ease your helm. HELMSMAN: Aye, aye, sir.
Steady.
HELMSMAN: Steady as she goes, sir.
Hard to starboard.
HELMSMAN: Hard to starboard, sir.
Stand by with grappling irons. Stand by with grappling irons!
Now!
We've got her.
She's coming around.
They've done it.
Let go of grappling irons. Let go of grappling irons.
All larboard guns to bear on the fire ship.
Fire.
[RUMBLING]
[MEN CHEERING]
The flagship's under way, gentlemen, and into the fight.
The French are running, sir, back into port.
Look there, sir.
They're a good crew, sir.
PONSONBY: Signal from the flagship, sir.
"Thank you, Defiant, for swift and honorable action."
Thank you for swift and honorable action.
No mutineers...
on board this ship now, sir.
Bring her about, Mr. Ponsonby.
We join the squadron.
Aye, aye, sir.
Stand by to go about.
Thank you, Mr. Crawford.
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