Horatio Hornblower - Planning Mutiny On The Renoun

0:00Call all hands, beat the quarters. Stand by, let's tell the better. One broadside, please, Captain Bush. Point is on target. Finch toughs ready. Eyes on ready. Fire! Presenting Michael Redgrave as CS foresters in dominole man of the sea, Horatio Hornblore.

1:50They say that as a man gets older, he grows complacent. There may be some truth in that, but when I look back on the days when I was young, I recognize myself as an impetuous and carefully young fellow. Often impetuous, not always carefully. Especially when I found that Captain Sawyer, master of the ship on which I served, was no less than a madman. Mr. Hornblore sir, Mr. Hornblore, what am I to do? Do, go about what well, I. I keep getting punished, Mr. Hornblore. I can beat in three times already. There's no need to whisper. So, aboard this ship, everybody, whisper, has no need to know. But on the lured rail, the wind carries every word out over the water. Yes, the water. What do you mean? I keep looking at it, sir. The water looks so peaceful, so quiet, and it would feel so good, sir.

2:52My skin burns from the marks of the can, and I keep thinking, if I was in the water, I'd cool in good, if I'd feel in the well-hug. What was that as you meant to talk like this? I'm sorry, sir. Well, ever since your son, dear, I keep dreaming. Dreaming about death, sir. I dream about the captain reading the articles of war. Well, every time he comes to the word death, I see myself dead. Sir, I'd assume he'd be dead. There'll be a full well-hard. If anything, there was something to be done, or perhaps there is. Listen, our group of us are going to talk to Mr. Clive, for searching. You don't breathe a word about this. But if he will certify the captain insane, we can remove him from his command. If he can, he won't testify him. We shall see. But the doctor and anybody else, they won't dare. Meantime, I dream. Sir, I did a cut.

3:52Why? The captain just come on deck. So he has. Yes, Mr. Wellard. I'd say that that tackle has seen to it once. But a tackle? Oh, yes, sir. Get off the ship's carpenter, and if the lines jam again next time we have a heavy blow, we may lose a good deal of canvas. I see. Oh, Mr. Hornblur. Good morning, sir. Good morning, sir. You'll even try to disassemble before me, Mr. Hornblur. I have eyes. I know when I'm being conspired against. Well, answer me. I know of no conspiracism. Where's my acting, got it? Mr. Hornblur. Good morning, sir. You'll even try to disassemble before me, Mr. Hornblur. I have eyes. I know when I'm being conspired against. Well, answer me. I'm acting, got it. Mr. Hornblur. Mr. Hornblur. I saw. Yes, captain, sorry, sir. Now that's good and prompt, Mr. Hornblur. One hail and you're at hand. I'm glad to see that there are at least a few upon whose loyalty I can count. Mr. Hornblur.

4:52You have your Latin cane. My cane? Right here it is, sir. Right, well, hold it out, so Mr. Hornblur can see it. Do you see it, Mr. Hornblur? How's... Make it whistle, sir. I see it, sir. Yes, and I warn you, you may feel it. Just as Mr. Wellard has, you may feel it. I'll have loyalty aboard this ship. You understand? Loyalty, nothing less. So the days dragged on. The captain ever more suspicious and dangerous. The crew, Sullen and Slack, because of every opportunity captain Sawyer would play them against his officers. And that's for the officers themselves. Doctor, fly. It's been difficult enough all of us can try to talk to you this way.

5:54You're the only one who can lend a hand. Well, now, the ten and bush, it's true enough I'm the surgeon, but still he's unfit to command, Mr. Clive. Unfit. I can't really say, Mr. Buckland, you know he is. Your first lift, ten and the board, the renown, Mr. Buckland. Next in command, the captain Sawyer. If I certify him unfit to command, it'll put you in charge. I know that. Are you willing for me to take that responsibility? Well, I am. I'd have to make out of a body in writing, wouldn't I? Yes, you would. Well, of course he would, Clive. So would you and all the rest of us. Now, hand blower, now bush, now why not talk about it frankly? We all face the same problem. All of us would have to face a court of inquiry as soon as ever we made port. That's the devil of it, hand blower. Gentlemen, may I suggest we discontinue this discussion at once? Above this ship there's no telling who may be spying on us.

6:55The wake boiled behind us on the wind-stayed fare for the West Indies. We held no more discussions. In a way it seemed that each one of us was so afraid for himself that he couldn't risk being seen with someone else who might be suspect. A man came one particular afternoon. Answer me about the ammunition locker, sir. It's lock was broken. You did it some damage, didn't you? And going off watch, you stopped to make certain it had not yet been noticed. I did not stop. You were seen. You were seen by Mr. Hobbs. This good loyal man Hobbs. He says, but are you cannot speak here? Sir, I swear to you I did no damage to any lock. I swear I went directly below. I never went near the part of the supply. So expect me to believe you over a marisé one word. You Mr. Hornblower?

7:56Mr. Wellard never went down to the gun-deckser. Be very careful Mr. Hornblower. True sir, he went down this way by way of the storm companionway. Lieutenant Bush and I were coming up for our watch, weren't we Bush? Lieutenant Holdblower's right sir. So you too define me as well, eh? It is no define, sir. It's not a science, Mr. Bush. Wellard came as innocence and straight way you support him. Be careful, be very careful sir. There are two of us as witnesses and Hobbs must have been mistaken. Mistaken? Where you mistaken Hobbs? Sir, why should I lie? Ah, exactly. You've no reason at all. Your loyal, it's these others. Wellard and Sir. I don't sister wellard. You and these officers. Officers. Always whispering, always talking. Left, him and Bush confess it. You, Lieutenant Hornblower, you did not see Willard, did you?

8:57You cover up for him, confess it. Sir, I did see it and I also said. Silence! Oh, Tard with the same brush. I'm not a fool. Mr. Hornblower is already on watch and watch. By both of you shall now report to Mr. Buckland. At two bells, four bells and six bells. Yes, you two, Mr. Bush. Two bells, four bells. That means every hour, every hour, day and night. Now, as for you, young Mr. Willard. Perhaps a few more strokes of the cane will teach you manhood. You shall kiss the gunner's daughter, Mr. Willard. And I shall watch it. To kiss the gunner's daughters, to be tied face down wood over the muzzle of a gun, and to be whipped, Willard made no sound. But to the rest of us in the ward room, the whistle of the whip came cold and clear.

10:01So, Lieutenant Buckland, we've got to do something. And to punish by the captain, awakened every hour to stand watch and watch. Oh, well it had been better off dead. Awakened every hour on the clock? We'll die ourselves. He's a madman, Lieutenant Buckland. We've got to do something. Clyde's got to declare him unfear. Clyde won't. He won't learn something, something. A meeting, Mr. Buckland, in the middle of the night. A man can die of exhaustion before we make lamb fall. All of the whip like that put. Well, Mr. Willard. Enough? Mr. Willard. Oh, what time... He's our one time. Well, he's alive at any rate. Well, Lieutenant? Yes. Perhaps with best honed our... Our I am meeting. Our secret meeting. And the Lord protect us all.

11:07The Lord protect us all. After now, in my later years, grown old and gray-haired, and granted many honours for my time of service for his majesty. Often I think our my career came within a hair's breadth of being cut off, while I was with Lieutenant aboard the Lunar. I'm waking up at night in the dark. I often think of myself as I was then in the middle of the night. In pitch darkness. At a secret meeting, far below deck. Lieutenant Buckland, who's that speaking porn-burser? I guess. Well, so... Whatever we do, we'll have to do it quickly and sharp. You mean put him in the ions? Whatever we did, he'd call on the hands, and they might follow it. They'd follow him right enough. Hasn't he been toeding up to them?

12:08Double run every chance he got, rope-y on Sundays? I tell you, in ions, alright, we'll have our hands full-telling them into a disciplined crew again. Well, that's enough. We'll get nowhere talking about what's gone by. What's to come is our problem. So I say put him in ions quick. Quiet, not quiet. In ions and what then? What's that? It's not rats. Mr. Buck, Mr. Hornblower. Well, odd. Where did you come from? Captain Sir. The captain's wick. He's on his way down here. Well, odd, which way? Which way? Which way? The captain, which way is he coming? I think by the stearage hatchery. You came down ahead of him? Yes, sir. What's to be done, Hornblower? For the love of heaven. There's another way out of here. I've followed in the cockpit up to the cable tier. Get far at all of your Hornblower's right. I've followed the cable tier. Bush, you stay here. What is it, Hornblower? Is something in mind? I don't know, but someone should keep an eye on the captain. If you and I and Wellard move quietly enough, we can go up the stearage hatchery before the captain reaches here. Then we can stick to the shadows. Let him make his way down here.

13:09And once he's down here, we're safe enough. We'll be in a good position to help the others. If necessary, we can create some diversion. Yes, yes, good. We'd best move quickly, though. Well, odd, we... Well, odd. Bush, where is Wellard? Well, odd was gone. He'd slept away on the darkness. There was an unsign of him. And suddenly I remembered Wellard's white face after he'd been whipped. I remembered his face and how he spoke about the captain. Bush, are you? What? He's just a bit of light. He was becoming through the hatchware. Yes! Yes! What's that? Came from directly ahead of us below the hatchware. It's a body. Captain Sawyer. The next several hours were busy ones. Dr. Clive was cold and he pronounced Captain Sawyer dead. The body was brought up and prepared for burial in the morning. Lieutenant Buckland, a senior officer commanding, became acting captain.

14:11And on the quarter deck, by the light of the southern moon, I took part in a small disciplinary action. It involved Wellard and the captain's toadier, Hobbs. It's not my place to remind you, sir. But didn't the captain give you orders? Orders? I. To the rouse, Mr. Buckland, every watch at two bells, at four bells, at six bells. Hobbs, you're insolent. I, sir. The captain is dead. His orders have been commanded by Lieutenant Buckland. Then particular that order. And get followed Hobbs, no more nonsense from him. I will, sir. I was only stopping to ask Mr. Wellard a question. Oh, what question? A bell. How the captain died, sir. What do you mean? Well, sir. You see, it was me, Ralph's captain, Sawyer, in the first place. I'd heard something down in the hope. Then go on. Well, I told him so. He got dressed and gave me orders to call out the Marines. And I never got the chance.

15:11Go on. And that's all, sir. Only what was wondering. It's most curious to know. I was wondering. It's most curious the captain should trip and fall to his death. Now I did. Just trip all by himself and fall. What I was about to ask Mr. Wellard was where he might have been when it happened. I was wellard. There's no need to answer that. Isn't there? No, Hobbs. Statements will be taken in the morning, not now. Go follow Hobbs. That's an order. Aye, aye, sir. Hobbs? Oh, come on. Give me that answer again on this time properly. Aye, aye, sir. Now you may get followed. Mr. Horn, sir. I... I... Yes, what is it, Wellard? My watch will be over in a hour. Sir, may I come down and speak with a minute? Very important, sir. Well, are you...

16:11You look tired to death. Why don't you get some sleep there? Mr. Horn, sir. I killed the captain. Now, Wellard, I did. I was at the steroid hatchery. I caught very hit with you and the others. I climbed the ladder. I was on the deck above in the shadows. Yes, but it was dark. Then I saw the captain. He came right past me and leaned over. You can't darn sort of... I... Wellard, now listen. I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I didn't know what it was. Listen, Mel, how do you better not tell me? Pull this up together. Get your hammer, Wellard. Wellard, get your hammer. You're tired, you know. You need some sleep. We'll talk about it in the morning. Tired, yes. Quite tired. But... Mr. Horn, Doc.

17:12I don't think I should live as sleep-beget. I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I... I slept soundly. And in the morning I came on deck, almost refreshed. The sea was sparkling blue and green, and the fair breeze filled the sails. I joined Lieutenant Bush at the weather rail, with a greeting that came near to sounding cheerful. The morning Mr. Bush, morning or blurb. Ah! Yes, Mel's fresh eh? Ah, that it does. Fresh and free. Bush I... I can't help feeling sorry for Captain Sawyer. Sorry? Well, yes, I suppose sir.

18:13Yes, the funeral service at six bells, I suppose I shall pray as hard for his soul as any man to socialize. Mr. Bush. What's up? Yes, sir. Lieutenant Buckland, I mean Captain... What is it, sir? Gentlemen, we have lost Young Wellard. I... I must've at arms reported to be at eight bells. There's been no sign of Young Wellard. His quarters went stepped in last night. According to the look out during a dog watch, he recalls a certain heavy splash during his turn of luck. He thought it was a popus. You mean... It was Wellard. It must have been. The sea was running heavy. It must have been at the rail and lost his footing. I should have reportedly fell overboard. Um, what is it, Honloh? You're about to speak. Ah, no sir. I haven't rest his soul. I am end of that. The funeral service for Captain Sawyer at Six Bells, gentlemen. We shall say our prayer also for Young Wellard.

19:16But in my heart, I repeated over and over a prayer that... Wellard had found not only peace and quiet, but also mercy. Horatio Hornblower, starring Michael Redgrave, is based on the novels by C. S. Farrester. Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch, produced by Harry Alan Towers.

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