Horatio Hornblower - Lydia Sinks The Natividad

0:00Call all hands, beat the quarters. One broadside into it, please, Captain Bush. Point as on target. Bremstock ready. Eyes on, ready. Fire! Eyes on, ready. Fire! Presenting Michael Redgrave as CS Foresters in Domino Man of the Sea, Horatio Hornblower.

1:52The The Many years have passed since that terrible day when the probability of death and defeat stared me in the face. I can close my eyes even now and feel again that exhaustion and faintness that I dare not let any man see. It was a nightmare pause in a nightmare battle. Two partially disabled ships tripping rapidly apart and each with no purpose, then to patch its wounds and to turn to destroy the other. I can see the negativity had again, now the scores cleared in sir. How does she bear? I have two points on the starboard pizza. There. Two. Looks a bit lopsided without her forest. Hmm. Seems to have made no attempts as yet to reckon you one. Well, as soon as we can get it and say a laugh, so that we can beat the wind over and you'll have it at our mercy. We must try and do it before nightfall, Mr. Bush and all. We may lose it all together in the dark.

2:52And now what's this? It's the funeral party sir. Oh. They're already going out there. How many? Fourteen. Very well. Mr. Bush, have all hands up with it, but remain where they are. I intend no disrespect to the dead, but this ceremony must be swift or the living may be endangered. I, I should. We therefore commit their bodies to the deep. I think we checked the leaks now sir. To say this father done the bottom and seized to behold it. I've been able to release all but 20 men from the pumps. Sure.

3:52Everything ready now for racing, the master. Already sir. Right. Now Mr. Bush, it is important that nobody should haul or carry out any movement except my orders. I shall drive you to the pitching of the ship. I shall drive you to the dock. I shall drive you to the dock. I shall drive you to the dock. I shall drive you to the dock. I shall drive you to the pitching of the ship to help in the racing of the mart. And if any men act without my orders, I'll have him flogged. Aye, aye sir. Hence the wingless. And to tell our defenders of the wings. Aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye, aye. Into the missing chains, right? Right. That was very the road to slip all the mart there. If the jif's away from that stump, we'll sweep the deck of the plots on you. Just be open. Be known what he's doing all the time. He's the judge of the ranger guy. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. He's it. A fast horse thing.

4:52Yeah, see that? Nobody old man eats. It's about to win up. Show he up to the mart. It wins about a drop. He lays open. Oh, nice, nice guy, that is. But I'm not making no mistakes. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. I've never seen him like one. Oh, that he looked on it out. He wore that. Indeed, by the time the long and dangerous struggle with the master's over and it stood vertical at last, while the men fished it firmly to the stump of the old mism, I was sick with weirdness. I've been on my court a day for over eight hours with neither rest nor food, through the stress and later of the battle.

5:54Now, this beginning to find a difficult to concentrate upon anything. So that bush had spoken twice before I could force myself to listen. I think it's a magnificent thing to work. If you'll allow me to say so to, shall I send up the top must and yards now, sir? I fear that it will be useless to attempt to carry any canvas in this wind and seems to bush. And then the pit of the dead is barely inside, no? Just a smudge on the horizon, sir. He does not put the yards over a new and the action, until the wind takes off of it. I cannot imagine the admiral takes it in that statement and report. But it's true enough, sir, where that did not develop, and the weather's too rough to carry on the fight. Nevertheless, the report of Bd.R.C. with pitting smiles, Mr. Bushes. The excuses to look like the uncharted rock which always causes a wreck. The admiral takes 10,000 miles away and they can't judge the strength of his storm from there. If you didn't know I should be accused of cowardice,

6:55there's nothing I can do until the weather moderates. And in that case, sir, why not take a rest? You look mortally tired, sir. You think you do. Let me send an helper, squeed off you in the wardrobe. It'll stick to Mr. Bushes. You who need a rest, just Mr. Starboard Watch and go below and turn in. While the enemy is inside, I shall stay on deck. But, sir, I beg you, sir. I beg you, and order, Mr. Bushes. I, sir. Good fellow Bush, but a fool, a sentimental fool. A treatment like an old woman, if I'd let him. There's a lot of lady Barbara is getting on that. Oh, come on, there's that idiot up the steward. Now, can't anybody leave me alone? Well, Paul, we all want you work. Well, I've been to attend to the lady, sir. I screamed over a bit of your arm up for, is that? Your arm. But the wounded are in there. Well, that must be quiet. Now, sir, ma'am. Well, I couldn't leave with my cable, dear. I'm stronger, I'm a foreman.

7:55She knicked into it like a bird, sir. He took a bit of grub, too, and a claustro wine, she did. Oh, very good, father. Well, now it's dance the reason, sir. A fray in the sea like this, and a pet like luck, before we've had it. Well, it's a bit rough on an eyeball, lady. This could find herself to vac some keeper of Indians, the herself, Paul Wheel. The eyeball, lady, joined the ship of her own free will, knowing that she was about to go into action. Hi, sir. Now, about you, sir. You're some dry clothes and a chestnut store room. I'm afraid the last broadside dump is everything in your cabin. I don't want any dry clothes. Of course you don't, sir. I wouldn't suggest it, except, and... Well, if it takes cold, sir. You won't visit it when we catch it up within the pivoted. Well, it changed up here, sir, or come below. No, no, no, look. If I just lashed this year, I'm a chair to the race, sir. You could sit there when you've changed. You have this biscuit in your arm, couldn't you, sir? And this year, don't cloak or keep somebody spray off your knee.

8:56But you won't have to leave the day. Oh, well. You presume you need to give me orders. Order, sir. Me? I hope so knows my place, sir. It's all right, Mr. Boyce, sir. You can turn in now. He he he. Patins in your chair and sleeping like a daddy, sir. He he he. Good heavens, I must have dosed off. What time is it, I wonder? In possible, I'd have the midnight. I'd black as the early bells writing boots. Hmm, feels to me as though the weather's improving. Let's have a look at the bellicle. Ah, Mr. Boyce, wind shift in southerly and moderated, sir. Wish there's a bit of starlight even. I can't see a thing. If it had might be 20 miles away, it'd only 200 yards. So that's just close. She was going away to Lillard Bradford, living in Larkford. God, I can't get it out all that appears to you need in this weather.

9:57What do you think you'll do, sir? That fellow Crestbroke, a man, sir, no fool. I believe he'll fight. Well, boy, doesn't really get him to the Gulf of Fontsweaker and read that he'd like us to follow in into the Gulf. So he'd have me advantage. Of the shore batteries as well. But he can't make much say in his triple conditions, sir. But he'd if he could, so wind is wrong for getting to the Gulf. I'd observed that fact, Mr. Boyce. I believe he'll reach far out to sea and close out with as far as he can. I shall return to my chair until daylight and attempt to work out what it's like to be his position at dawn. Do you see it? I see it. Morning, sir. She's going down Falser on the windstaking off. So will be up in ten minutes. Yes, we'll make sailor to business. Who's here is the course you want to sail? But as I gave the course, I knew that the busier guesswork. Every yard I sailed might be away from the metadata,

10:57while she, how they had to save it. My heart was heavy with misgiving. But I knew that if I had failed, there would be many who would attribute that failure to incompetence or cowardice. As the sun lifted over the horizon, I paced the quarter deck with every appearance of unconcerned. Determined not to allow anyone to guess of the doubts and fears which are augmented. When the lights had been sufficient for the masthead look out to scam a horizon, I might be justified or rude enough. And even my resolution to remain calm must have wavered

12:00when my gloomy thoughts would pierce by a wild cry from a loft. No! No! We found her, sir! We found her! You are right against her! Look, sir! You can see her from here with the glass! Get her hate! Ah! She's coming out, sir! She's running away! As Crestbro wishes to postpone action, he prefers discretion to her works and quite rightly, Mr. Bush. However, set every stitch we can carry, send the hands to breakfast. If we engage, there's no telling when they'll eat again. We've ever been. I, sir! And scumly force! Ah! We're gaining, sir! She's not against the way this time! We have blown right out of the water! Never underestimate your opponent, Mr. Bush. Those 24 pounds of hers are heavy metal. We have a sip which is leaking like a sieve, as it makes it rigged under 64 men short. And our firing force is far inferior to earth. You think the wind's going to hose her? Seems to me as if the sun swallows it! Oh, I should get in my heart, too.

13:00If we just are luck to lose the wind now, I can't trip at any more. Hey! You at the wheel! Where has the small blusher? I can't trip! They're getting your pardon? Bringing up wind! Javvy, he's right! The wind's gone, sir. I never let sky. It's like brass. But in that dead calm and well out of range. We will tow with the boat. I have the launch from Qatar, hoist it out. Boat today! Cousins crew! Launches crew! We're going! We're going! Where is the wind? Where is the wind? Where did I get that? Oh, then, man. You've got a hard task, but it must be done. You've got a pole. Pull till your muscles crack in your hands first. I'll get you clothes off and pull naked. I'll have you relieved in an hour. Now! Pull! Oh, it's getting wet! Get it away! Look at that, Mr. Javvy. That puffer spoke from the TVtide.

14:00Yes, you carry two long-haired jeans off. We're going to run the gauntlet of those for the next hour. That was nearer. That pretty yacht of our starboard quarter. Mr. Javvy, that's Mr. Marsh to see what he can do with a long line on our folks' line. I know it's not much use, but it'll cheer the men to feel that we're in the air. I know it's not much use, but it'll cheer the men to feel that we're in the air. Please, buddy, in wedding. Very good, Mr. Marsh. Show them some shooting. There by Ganko. Give me the radio. Two cable waves in front of us. Very good. Try again. Here comes the more bullets. Oh, that was a good one. That was a good one. Oh, that one got us just above the waterline, followed. Oh, well done, Mr. Marsh. Right alongside her.

15:06Hello. What's your two-dousers? About to put your buzz around. Yes, Mr. Bush, we still now have 25 guns trained on us instead of two. She's positioning for the broadside. We shall have some pebbles about our years in our long-lads. Let's sum them to Englishmen. Don't care. There by shooting. Not more than two hits. Mr. Galbate, let us make gun and stage twice directly. Mr. Bush, what distance would you use those areas now? Three parts of a mile, I'd say, too. So I think I fear our caronates will not be effective at that. These reliefable scooldons, the fresh man, can pull us nearer. It was intolerable, their hot smell of pitch from the deck scenes. A bitter tang of powder and the smell of the blood from the wounded. Combined with my fatigue and anxiety to make me feel deadly sick.

16:10I fear to disgrace myself by being sick in front of a man. They, too, no longer joke to the guns. They were beginning to sulk on the punishment. What would the bad's run? Sullivan! Sir, yes, Sullivan. You, your fiddle? I, sir, I have, I have it. When we'll have a hornpipe, Ben'skin, hall, macaboy. A hornpipe for me to be on. The Guinea for the man that does his best. On my words, Mr. Jellert, this will be a tale, told and re-tolded years to come. How kept in hornbrower had he kept toad in direction with hornpipes being darsal and her maid dick? The moat is censored. A shop smashed into pieces.

17:12The picture of survivors up quickly to see his full of sharks. It's time for the hell. Well, let it be served. Oh, I'm the yard. Oh, I'm the yard. Now, Mr. Jellert, we should begin the swing run. You may open fire first as your guns were. Thank you, sir. And talk your locks here. Take the line. Fire! Give them another chance. Give them another chance. Sir, the captain of the hornbrower served Mr. Hall sent me. Yes, well. Stab it side train pump and lock the pieces. Oh, my boy. Well, he's leaving another one, sir, but it'll be an arm before it works. He told me to take him to the waters, gaining a little something. Very well. Please, sir. There was 14 men all knocked to smash at the pump. A lot of them, sir. I see one man, too. Tell no, boy. Come back to Mr. Hall and tell him captain is sure to handle what he will do his best. Oh, I see. There's too much smoke to see, probably. But it's my belief.

18:12We've hit a hard job. Confirm this smoke is like being in a fog. Oh, cussful. What is it? I think I can feel a very like an airplane. Yes, I believe there is. Look at that. Look. A smoke blowing away, sir. Oh, just look at the TV gate. Oh, she's all right. The radio is almost standing. It's ringing all around the lake at night. A little bit of great hole in the side. The street got bored. That's indeed the world there. She's low in the water, but she's still fighting where I haven't. Oh, no. We'll be honest, sir. The coast of the sea are the quicker we finish it. And stand by for the first quarters. Have a good journey. No, with great shots. No flocks of the top. They're folks of the lake. They go into tide borders. Hell. Feel like a terminus. Fire. When the clean, a thousand muskets blows, the market was...

19:15She's pleased. There's no food. She is firing. The coast for the whole way. Well, this is under. Never! I sleep on this empty end. You must remember. You've done all that brave men can do. Come for your fool. You sit some fire. Surrender while you're champ. No! Man's mad, Mr. Bush, with McCall-Armell, we should catch fire too. Band of lasers there! Fire, blow. Fire, hemser. Look at those flames. Each fire does itself. I think not, Mr. Bush. It was our guns at Point Blank range. You burn like fire. Oh, it's sinking. It's going down. Fire! He's gone, but I am... ...vanished as though she'd never been. You will join me in a salute to a very gallant enemy, Mr. Bush.

20:27Horatio Hornblower, starring Michael Redgrave, is based on the novels by CS Forester. Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch. Produced by Harry Allen Towers. Music by Harry Allen Towers.