Horatio Hornblower - Attack On Fort At Fisher S Half

0:00Call all hands, beat the quarters. I'm out of the guns. Stand by, let's tell the better. One broadside in footage, please, Captain Bush. Point her from target. Prince, stop, ready. Eyes more, ready. Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Fire! Presenting Michael Redgrave as CS barsters in dominole man of the sea, Horatio Hornblore.

1:44I can think of nothing more galling than the sense of inactivity, unless it's a sense of some task left unresolved. And that morning, I had waken to my cabin aboard the non-such-hand. I was possessed by both. So much so that most soon I had kept in Bush presented himself, Baltic charts in hand, and I bented my ill temper on him. But I asked for charts, and you bring with ease. Captain Bush, what good a chart in three different languages. Now look here. Prince, chart, one in German, another Swedish. How can we possibly decide where or how to strike against Bonaparte, when even the charts don't agree with one another? Well, the best we've got aboard the non-such-hand. Look, even there's sounding. So this one's in Swedish feet, and the French use their new metric system. Right, so those confounded Germans and the Lord knows what they use. I know, it's very annoying. Of course, we could have your crop, Saga, friendly to them for us.

2:45Saga. How is he now? He's about to deal with blood. He was at right hand with him, not out of you or forced to flash his wrist with your sword, sir. But we could make use of him until we hang him. Hang him, yes. Yes, I'm afraid we'll have to humilise idiot. Attempting to assassinate Zahel, Alexander himself, he came within a hair as bent to succeed. A cocked pistol in his hand hiding behind a killer in the Zahel's palace. Well, what could I do but slash his wrist? I should never have let him accompany us to the palace. The man's a film. It was Russia that dispoiled his country. I should have realised he was dangerous. It's over and done with, thanks to you, the Russians are now ready to defy Bonaparte. Defry him? Hmm, possibly. They've taken up no arms against him yet, as you'll notice. Meanwhile, we arrive. Surely, there's some place in the Baltic region, strike a blow against Bonaparte.

3:47For example, there. Oh, the fish itself, sir. Why not? As you'll see, it's a long narrow lagoon between Elbing and Königsberg in East Prussia. Now, Boni has a tremendous force in East Prussia and how else can he supply them, except by water? The fish has half runs from the Polish River, straight eastward, 15 miles long, and a dozen miles wide. Communications and supply, Bush. It'll be a short blow. Yes, sir, but. Well, sir, I'm not going to let Bush. Well, big your pounds, sir. It's impossible. Impossible. Perhaps it's separated from the Baltic Sea by that long sand spit. There's but one entrance from the Baltic. No need to tell me what I already know. One entrance. Yes, and that one directly under the guns of the French. Oh, I suppose you considered impossible for this quadrant to attack French shipping in the heart. I... Did you treat the sea, sir, but they don't, if you'll oblige me. Set course for the fish's half-catrin bush. It's much too good a target to be impossible. Yes, sir.

4:48Come, come, Bush. There's more ways than one to skin a cat. And we will have so-called translate these charts, or is that? That was a good suggestion of yours. Okay, sir. Henry. Sorgher lay in sick pay, pale and warm from loss of blood. He presented another problem, one that made me angry and simply sympathetic both at once. Well, Sorgher, better? I believe so. They're immediate. You realize what you're in for? By the articles of war and the laws of England, you're going to die for your foolishness. I am not English. I am a sin. You fled from Finland. You took service in the British Navy. I would do it all over again. My enemy is Bernaparte, not Russia. I repeat, I would do it all over again. I am homeless. What is my country now? A slave helpless under the heel of Russia. One day I am the richest man in Finland. And the next, the poorest man in England.

5:49There's one question here, Sorgher, whether you can legally face court martial here at sea, and be sent back to England for it. In my case, I must go to bed. Yes. Bush, I'll trouble you for those charts, man. Yes, sir. As Sorgher, I want the charts checked, with particular attention to the frishess. So, Hordes, that's impregnable to attack from the border? They could have enough to leave the decisions to me, Mr. Sorgher. Where's the ship's doctor? Your wound must trouble you very much, perhaps he can ease the pain. Oh, no, no, it is nothing. We're going to the Swedish map, the frishess half is three or four feathers deep at most. And here is Fort Pilar above the end. The law we studied the problem is a more impossible thing. I was a fool now. And yet, so stubborn a fool, a several months later, I found myself tossing up and down in the stern of a cut-back.

6:57With lieutenant Vickley of our soup notice, I was being rode in to inspect the single-emption to the frishess half, under the guns of Fort Pilar. It's full per' easy. The war night, the dark night, Mr. Vickley. God. The French had no whereabouts there? No, no. We came up after dark and held two. The entrance with locked with floating logs chained together, Mr. Vickley, keep a sharp eye out for them. Hi. For gunbots, Hordes, they'll be patrolling with the grade. Right, Walter, sir? Right, Walter. Placate, sir. Red cord, you'll just don't treat it. Red cord? Red cord. Red cord. Red cord. That's it, sir. Down first, a few pieces, Mr. Vickley. Why not? Hemmend, bring her about. How did you, sir? Good. I'll hold my case, Mr. Vickley. Sorry, I'm okay. Walter's a lot of trouble. Why not? Where's the washing off evidence?

7:57Get set to the scheme, Walter. It's a secret. So, will you make a run? Take my case, Mr. Vickley. Bye. Good morning, sir. We've been standing off along, out of sight of the trenches, since you came aboard last night, sir. It went poorly, sir. No worth an expected bush. Could the men such ram through that placate, out of large the size of tree trunk, and all connected by heavy cable, impossible bush? Hmm. I wish you. You're also the way I was, haven't you? I'll be obliged if you make signals to the squadron, Captain Bush. All commanding officers that report to my cabin this afternoon at six bells. You've solved the problems, sir. Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir.

8:57Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir. Well done, sir. That's the plan of action. It's going to be difficult, but with luck we might just pull it off. It's an incredible plan, sir. There's no one to think of this except you. Yeah, I presume it's clear. Four boats will go in past the bouquet tonight. There's open water at the hands bit side. Make a record, Mr. Montgomery. The non-suts launch and cutter, the cutters from Lotus and Raven. Aye, aye. A four-punder in the eye of the launch, three punders in the cutters. Food, water, ammunition, combustible, for setting capture vessels on fire. Aye, aye. Now, as the hush will command the raiding platoon. Yes, sir. Aye, aye. Yes, sir. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes, sir. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes.

9:57Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. It was a difficult day that I looked at cold during the rest of the conference. There had been no harm in soothing his feelings with an excuse like that. The second that it was, I dared not trust him with any command out of my sight. He was old, grey-haired, loud, almost to old, but the work he already had. Oh, well, no war can be fortified, hitting someone's feelings. At nightfall, the squadrons stood in toward the land. There's no moonser. There's every chance to step through the blockade unabserved. Yes, sir. Let's pray the rest of it will be as easy. I am praying. I've risked the lives of 150 men, sent them into the jaw of a trap. And if I'm wrong about how to fetch them out again, sit there. It's bound to work, sir. It's risky, but it'll work.

10:58I'm certain before all but now I have serious doubts. Miss Istv輸击, sir. The mistress clears her into он. Do you think those are cutles? Cutters? No. Gumboats putting out from the fourth p-loads of Santa Guard over the entrance. Poof, poof, poof, poof, most of you never turned over their eyes. It's the British ship standing off just beyond Chelan Reigns. They may already have known about us. They may have captured the raiding party and all our plans have been north. All right, let's go. Anytime. No time, sir. Yes, Lieutenant Maun come aboard. Of his bongeist, sir. For sure I have eyes.

11:58So I wish Maun was as good as I look at. Lieutenant Maun reporting, sir. Morning Maun. We were your bongeist ready for your party in this winter. Yes, sir. You understand what must be done? My bongeist will proceed out of sight as the French is. And go wide of that long sand spits and separate the fish's house from the sea's rock. Then I'm determined on the sea with sight of it. At a point, twelve miles to westward, Mr. Maun? Yes, sir. There will be there that precisely two AM, four bells. The water is shallow and there may be surf. Look, Mr. Maun, I think I shall go with you. You, sir? Yes, I enjoyed my lot outing on a bongeist and I might find this experience. Oh, all of a day. He's spotted something. All in all, sir. What is it? If you please, sir, there's a bit of smoke inside now. It's wet up in the bay. Smoke by a bush. There's more smoke, sir. Two ships on fire. Sir, I can see our captain. He's got out of fish as hard. Well, captain was so far as so good, eh?

13:02The day wore on and far as look outside, I could see pillars of smoke where rising in the fish's house, marking the destruction wrought by victory and his cut it. For the middle of the afternoon, before it came time to go aboard the bomb catch with Maun, I ordered the diversionary attack. I wanted the defenders to think twice before they put all their efforts against victory. We're dropping down within range of foot till all now, sir. As long as we draw their fire, captain bush. They're opening up. We shall do the same, sir. We'll captain. Gun back. Fire over in the air. Fire, sir. Ready. Go, captain. Fire. Mr. Maun, yes, sir. Been waiting all day, eh? Yes, sir. So, bye. We'll put off for the bomb catch now, sir. Please. All hands present, Mr. Vickery. Yes, sir? Two wounded, but not badly. We destroyed and burned a number of curses, sir, cursed at the Marge's. Two thousand thousand shibbing all together. What are those fires? Did you burn your own cutters?

14:02We had to abandon the Mama fires outside of the spit of sand. Why? I hated having fallen to enemy hands. What do you mean? We may not get away with God's preserves. Let me come up on the other side of the sand, but be flush to patrol. Three men. We took care of two of them and was one not away. Now, I know. He's probably spread the alarm. I see him. I knew there must be some good reason why you burned the boots. No, sir. Now, the alarm already spread the fireball on the nose. Mr. Maun, yes, sir? It's imperative that the men be passed on board as quickly as possible. In a matter of minutes, the enemy will be done on its like form. It's possibly a full company. And have them up to the undertill. If they must get rid of cutters and let anything else that might wait them down, have them do so. All must be taken abode. I must have one man lost. It was well-organized. The blaze from the burning cutters began to die down, but still it lit the tumbling surf with orange and scrawlick. Maun did come back on board to catch the supervised matters. The thing went well, and then clambered the board over a drag,

15:03held the skilter, and finally the beach was clear, except for victory in me. Just in time, sir. Time for torches over there in the direction of the foot. I doubt it's there far, but I was misdevil. Into a surf at the green? Thank you, Vickard. If it's a senior officer, it has always allowed the last to leave a post of danger. Hi, sir. Err, it's the most welcome relief when the catch loomed up ahead, and strong arms dragged me aboard. With no more sedimentary than if I were to water-log castaway, instead of a lort from a door. Up your counter. Get either. Now, there you are. Are you all right, sir? Of course I'm all right. Oh, that's the cover door for you. Then why shouldn't he be humanly pleased, and told what a most every mod? Silence, sir. Sir, we're faster grounds. Eh? What's fair? In the sand, sir. We're taking aboard a hundred and fifty men. The catch must have gone down a full foot. Good lord, madam. Though this man will be honest, and I'm at it immediately. It's evening now. If you'll please, Mr. Vickard. This man, if you try to go catch us up with the anchor. Two anchors, sir.

16:03There are the stars, and we've bent to the windless till the cable sings, but we're still far. Sir, if faster men was to go over the side and hang on to roads, it would like to shift. Now more of the Mrs. Grypp and down? No, Vickard, I said I wouldn't lose a man, and I won't. At least not that way. That's not enough. What? They spotted us. A full thousand year's lease. It came to me then. One possible way to shake ourselves loose from the deadly grip of the sand that held us present. Yes, I hesitated for a moment, hoping that Mount himself would see the solution, not have it come from me. And even while I hesitated, he found it. Sir, we can rock the boat. A hundred and fifty men. We have a run from port to serve at them back again. Exactly, Vind, I won't mean. One hundred and forty. One hundred and forty. It's a figure there finding random subtleties. If you could tell off ten men here in the bow with small arms to answer their fire, yes sir.

17:05Four floors, none but. Four floors, none but. Let's wait in the bow. More. We'll keep the penches busy while we rock the ship. Four hands out. I give the command only a good enough for rail. No. Four hands, I give the command to the server rail. Now run. The assemble that time is the main. Oh, what could do it? Turned by a distrusting anchor cable. Tons, man. Turned by the big old sails of acts. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. The penches are getting impatient. They're walking into the server tortoise. Yes sir. Four hands out. Will I give the command back to the poor rail? And run, heading that. Pull that jackhaw out.

18:07No. There's the arms and the feathers. And three. Bring our arms. What in the house? Just a big rape. You can see sparring. We're off the sand. We are free. The sand is a bit dropped to be. There were no casualties. My mind set his course for the run such. The sky turned gray with the coming of dawn. And the city's face too will gray. Gray with fatigue as he gave me his full report there on the deck of the bomb catch. I felt a tremendous wave of a say. I was a little bit scared. I was a little bit scared. I was a little bit scared. I felt a tremendous wave of a say. I wanted to tell him that had they been my own sons. I could want no two better ones.

19:09I couldn't bring myself to express and so so thank you. I should call the particular attention of the armed. I can sit with the action. I shall require reports from you. I'll have to go to the police station. I shall require reports from you. I have to go. It's the round that sir. Captain Bush must be worried. Make the proper signal. Please, Mr. Mande. Come at the order on board. Horatio Hornblower, starring Michael Redgrave, is based on the novels by C. S. Furnister. Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch.

20:09Produced by Harry Alan Towers.