Horatio Hornblower - Napoleon Is Defeated

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1:01Call all hands, beat the quarters. Run over the guard, stand by, let's tell him about her. One broadside in order to please captain Bush. Point as on target. Vince tough ready. Presenting Michael Redgrave at CS Farsters in Domitable Man of the Sea, Horatio Hornblower.

2:50The World of War Even now, so long afterwards, it's difficult to see how I could have acted otherwise them as I did. I was still a naval officer, it was my duty to have the enemy of my country as far as lay within my power. Yet this pitiful little guerrilla war of mine and the forests and the valleys of the upper Loweir was obviously a losing battle. As we plotted through the silent heat over the forest track, I felt that the end was near. Of our gallant army there were only 30 men and two women left. The men were as exhausted and dispirited as myself. Horatio, your feet are so blistered you can hardly walk. Why do you not take my oath for a while? I know my friend, Mr. Loconte, you're more exhausted than I am. I am younger. Besides, it's not fitting that the kings that end in general should hobble through the forest like a woodcutter.

3:51Who's time, John, to wear the tracks across it? Art when, one of the advanced guards, he is pointing. What is this, Art when? I can see it. It's a present I hang from a tree. He's a black hat on his chest. It is a proclamation by General Closin, calling on old Frenchmen of the Nivier-Mere to rally to Bernaparte. It's worse. Don't affect the men, read it. It offers pardon and freedom to any who desert the kings cause. I'm afraid they already know my friend. They found a similar proclamation while we were ahead yesterday. The amnesty last for three more days after which any rebels will be shot at sight. Any village offering us help will be burned and it's in habitant's shot. Somehow we must keep them together for three more days. After that they will fight for their lives. Are you and I, Mr. Laconte, included in the amnesty? We are expressly excluded. The last centrens reads, exceptions to the amnesty are the con de Grasse, his daughter-in-law, the Vicente de Grasse,

4:53and the Englishman known as Lord Hombler, who is required to pay for the life of crime. I forced my aching feet to quicken the stride to catch up, Marie. She was a vast ledithal, Marie, from the happy young Vicente who had laughed and loved with me at the shuttle de Grasse. She had torn off her hair with a knife, she was wet with sweat and sweet wood dirt. She carried a musket song across her back. Yet when she had insisted on joining us, she had claimed to be as good as any man, and she had fulfilled that boast. She was still fresher and more determined than many of the men. Before it begins by those trees, he took a lead, and the surface, but I feel it is too deep or ready. I will take the house and try it. Here, let me try my damn. This is no choice for a lady. No, I am a lady no longer. I am a soldier of the king. Help me into my studies. My habit is in the way.

5:53Though she says, Bran, my ram is precious for me and the good writer. Good luck, Marie. I am sorry. The river is impossible. It is a lucky heart that was strong enough to swim as well. I could not have fought to current. I did not wish to try, but to have been used as to argue with you, Marie. Well, there is nothing to do but follow the river until we find a boat. We cannot stay here. Oh, we are good.

6:54Very well, man, then. It is here we say goodbye. You are not leaving us. How are you, sir? No, I am not leaving you. You are leaving me. Your life is the same. You have all read Cossack's proclamations. But my damn and the content, and I must go on for... Go on, we must. And we still go on, even if we need not. But we shall return. Remember us when you are in your homes. One day we shall call on you again to thrust down the tarantles. Now, one last cheer for the king. Be a little one. Be a little one. Though I tried to keep the parting on a same level, I knew in my bones that we were going to die. My heart, as Cossack was to force Brown to leave his wife. It was the only way to save her, and in the end he vowed to be inevitable, with many oaths to return.

7:58But Mary could not stay. My life was forfeit. She must come with us, even more of death, may at the end of the ride. Mary, the count is almost to the end of his tabour. I must make plans. Think how to escape her. What is the position? Is there a column of clues to us? As I've gathered from our skirts, clothes, columns, our spread renders in a half circle. There are troops behind and to the sides, and there is a river in front. Yes, yes. Behind us is a half-column, the 14th leg there. There must be an order to pursue as direct while the others head us off. Let us keep along the river bank a little longer, and then we'll rest till dawn and try to make a crossing. Later we slept in fits and snatches until dawn. We lay on the wet ground in saturated clothing, and it seemed the most natural thing in the world,

8:58and Mary and I should lie in each other's arms. It was war, mother, in any case. The surge of love and tenderness which swept me had nothing to do with passion. War was behind us and death before us. Nothing could come between us in these moments. For half an hour before dawn I slept, thankfully, with my head on her shoulder. Perhaps that was the happiest half hour I've ever given to a Mary. Her love for me had brought her little happiness, but the respite was brief. When the first light we were off again, on horses which seemed weary than ever. Well, the rain stopped anywhere, my lord. Looks like being ordered in this misty age, all. A solry must reach a farm soon where they'll have a boat. Then we can cross the river, steal some fresh horses and shake off the pursuit. Quick! Hold! Left wheel up behind those... those willows there, behind those willows.

10:00What is it to reach you? Look, those outbiddenings below the ridge. Is it a farm? Shall I go and spy out the laminal? Yes, I'll watch you for any signal. We must lie low. There's only troops around, they'll be caught here. Can't see an end. Wait a minute, look. There's a young woman and an old man. I don't look back. It is a boat. Lying by the water's edge. A brine has attracted the girls' attention. They're talking. He is waving to us. It is safe. Come on. We must lose him at any time. It's all right, Melod. The frogs were here yesterday. Cavalry. They're the same as ours. We beat last week. They left here yesterday morning, so the old man is. Very well, there's no time to lose. Let's get the boat launched. There's boat. Less Melod. I wish you could launch it.

11:00Why? What's the matter with it? Just look at this, Melod. Someone's been at this boat with an axe. They've bought them smashed in there. Just look at this, Melod. Someone's been at this boat with an axe. They've bought them smashed in in four places. Aparallel, my dear. Merule. Melod, how should I get my boat back if you take it? We shall only cross the river. You can come with us and bring it back yourself.

12:01I shall be shocked for helping you. Those stars will come back. They always do require to help pessimists. We're busy. The fact is I'll cop to your car and help yourself. You might get shot if you help us, but your will will get shot if you die. Now this is war and don't you forget it. Oh, hello. Hello, here's my damn body back. What is it, Marie? Who's that? Coming along the main road from the south. About 20 of them, I should think. They'll come down here. They always do. We must ride off and hide. Come on. Put the repairs on the bike, sir. They'll see him. Well, there's no time. We must first get... Oh, right, sir. Now, listen, olden. If you zars come here, you tell them it was you that was repairing the boat, see? Oh, come along. Come back to the hollow behind the willows where we hid before. Ah, swift in, huh? We must hide among the rocks and watch. This will do. I'm afraid this is our last stand.

13:01Here they come. Well, we're only three men and a woman with pistols, but we must make every shot tell. We are four men. Four determined men. Behind the rocks, all of you. Face in different directions so that they cannot flank us. Oh, yeah. Here they come. They're firing already, but they're only wasting part of it this way. Marie, save your shots. Oh, God, Marie. Marie, what is it? But even as I spoke, I saw Marie fall over from the impact of the bullet, which had struck her in cause to defy her involuntarily. I saw the puzzle look on her face, changed to Ademir, and then I was at her side. She'd been struck on the thigh. I felt for my pen life to rip off the clothes, but at that moment, I shattering blow on my shoulder flung me to the ground. In my anxiety for Marie, I'd heard nothing of the bizarre charge or the shots of Brian and the Count. Second, days, I struggled to my feet, ignoring the carbine butt above my head.

14:07All that mattered was Marie. My toy opened my mind, but Marie was limp and lifeless of my feet. She was dead. A pity it is over, my friend. We are disarmed and captured. They caught Marshal with fire this evening. Wait, this man, Brian, he is a prisoner of war. You cannot try him. He is a sailor of his pretending mattresses, navy, doing his duty under my orders. He fought on the side of weapons. Under my orders, he's not amenable to court Marshal. Does your credit push before him? I will take this matter into consideration. Abundant, damp cold, more pain, and then blessed sleet. When I woke, my head was clear and the amazes the captain by demanding a bath on the shave.

15:08If I was to be sentenced to death, I intended to appear as a British officer, not as a tramp. When I was cleared and shaved, they brought me food and wine. The Emperor won two great victories last week. Your Wellingtoners met his destiny at last. General Ney beat him at a place called Leica Pfebrabla. On the same day, the Emperor destroyed Blue Shire and his Prasians at Lini. Indeed. And how did this news reach you? By official bulletin. My felicitations, Mr. But is there not a saying in your army about lying? Lying like a bulletin? Hmm, hmm, enough. The court is waiting. They have already tried the counter-gassay. He is to be shot at dawn tomorrow. The prisoner has already admitted his identity. His ratio, Lord Omblur, Commodore of the British Navy. It only remains to admit to this court the verdict of a court-martial held on June 10, 1811,

16:15wherein this said, the ratio Omblur was condemned to death for parasy and violation of the laws of war. I must request that the death sentence be enforced. Lord Omblur, it is the sentence of this court and the order of this military commission. That shall suffer death by shooting a dawn tomorrow. Immediately after the execution of the Webolc Vassay, I think your excellency's pardon, but parents are hent not shot. Is the order of the commission that he be shot? Remove the prison. Thank you, Eriksonsi. I'm ready. My cell was dark and sank upon my mattress. There it was, I was to be shot. This was the last round of the struggle I had waged against Bonaparte for 20 years. There was no arguing with bullets, our pitiful little rebellion, our armies scattered the counter-condemned to death.

17:23Marie, dead. Oh, Marie. My little Marie. She loved me and my father had killed her. And Barbara, what would she think of her late husband? She would guess why I had come to France, would guess of my infidelity and be hurt. What her shambles I had made of my life. What have I brought to all my friends and loved ones but pain, dishonor and... ...and with death? What is it, huh? What is it, don't already? It is, miss your la capita. Good morning, Lord Omblore. Good morning. You need not force yourself to smile, sir. I do not need your sympathy. Words are too other than you know, sir. You do not need sympathy indeed. It is not death.

18:25What do you mean? Is this some new form of torment? No, sir. There is news from Belgium. It says that the emperor has been defeated in a great battle, defeated. But what about the defeat of Wellington and Blucia, the Tutor Meal? It seems we were misinformed. We hear that the emperor has been defeated in a great battle at a place called Waterloo. It is said that Wellington and Blucia are already over the front here and marching on Paris. Oh, God! And Bonaparte, where is he? He is in Paris already. The senator demanding that he abdicate again. Horatio Hornblower, starring Michael Redgrave, is based on the novels by CS Forester. Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch, produced by Harry Allen Towers.

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