Horatio Hornblower: The Duel (1998) - full transcript

Midshipman Horatio Hornblower joins the British fleet just as the French Revolution is about to change European history. But he has worries closer to home as he incurs the wrath of a shipmate named Simpson, a bully who everyone else avoids and placates. Events lead to a duel, but one of Hornblower's mates takes his place and is killed. At war with France, Hornblower and Simpson are assigned different ships, but are reunited when Simpson's ship is sunk. Events lead to another duel with different results.

Shore boat, ahoy!

Aye, aye.

Jump!

You'll be all right.

Welcome to purgatory.

Mr. Eccleston, sir.

Come aboard, sir.

Your name?

Horatio Hornblower, sir,

midshipman.

Eccleston, first lieutenant.

Mr. Chadd

lieutenant

of the watch.

Did you bring your dunnage

aboard with you?

My sea chest, sir,

it's coming aboard forward.

I'll see it sent below...

where you should go, too.

Get out of those wet clothes.

Yes, sir.

I mean, aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Kennedy

take Mr. Hornblower down

to the midshipman's berth.

Aye, aye, sir.

(fiddler playing)

(merry shouting)

Mind your step.

(woman shrieking)

Get off me,

get off me!

Difficutt to say

who smells worse

the men or the beasts

in the manger forward.

One gets used to it.

(pig squealing)

Watch your head.

There goes

His Majesty's

latest bad

bargain.

Belay that, Styles...

unless you want

to find yourself

at the gratings.

Aye, aye, sir.

(music, yelling continue)

They're not bad men

for the most part

provided they're kept busy.

But this endless waiting...

most of us have been

here six months already.

Discipline, you see?

Things will be different

once we transfer

to a fighting vessel,

i don't doubt.

But who knows

when that may be?

Our only...

our only hope at present

is the unpleasantness

in France

might come to something.

You've heard the

latest rumors, of course?

That Louis was captured

just before Christmas?

What do you think

they'll do with him?

You can't kill a king.

(shouting continues)

Kennedy:

It's as my father

explained to his gillie:

All right, perhaps

some of these people

have missed

the odd meal or two

but lopping the heads

of the nobility

is not going to fill

their bellies, is it?

Still, that's Johnny

Crapaud for you.

Well... allow me

to introduce the midshipmen

of His Majesty's ship

of the line Justinian

known elsewise

to her intimates

as the good ship

Slough of Despond.

Man:

What's this, Archie?

Another messmate, gentlemen.

And whose pretty arse

did you neglect kissing

to find yourself among

the fleet's forgotten, eh?

Well, speak,

apparition.

M-my name is Hornblower.

What an infernal piece

of bad luck for you.

How old are you,

Mr. Hornblower?

17, sir.

"17, sir,"

you hear that, Cleveland?

If you wanted to be

a seaman

You should have started at 12.

I doubt he even knows

the difference

between a head and a halyard.

No,

but I'll make sure

it's the first thing

I look up in...

Norie's seamanship.

(men chuckling)

Gentlemen,

if you'll excuse me, I...

(all laughing)

Seasick.

Seasick, in Spithead.

Your pardon, sir.

I...

Aah... just lie quiet

until you feel yourself again.

(ship's bell ringing)

The captain's

coming aboard.

Captain Keene.

If ever a man

was wrongly named.

He looks frailer

by the day.

I must thank you for your earlier

kindness, Mister...

Clayton.

You mustn't mind

Hether and Cleveland.

It's just their way...

till they

get used to you.

Man:

Present arms!

(boatswain's whistle blowing)

(drum roll begins)

(drum roll ends)

Your father writes

that you are a solitary boy.

Well, on a vessel

of over 800 souls

You are unlikely to find

either time or place

for solitude.

(coughing)

How is the good

Dr. Hornblower?

Well, I trust?

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

He said to be sure

to thank you

for accepting me

in Justinian

as midshipman, sir.

One good turn

deserves another.

Your father

is an excellent physician.

Yes, sir.

The son

of a doctor, hah!

(laughs)

You'd have done better

to choose a lord for your father

if you wanted to make a career

in His Majesty's navy.

How far did

your education go?

I was a Grecian

at school, sir.

Speak up.

I was a Grecian,

sir, at school.

Oh, you've construed Xenophon

as well as Cicero.

Yes, sir.

But not very well, sir.

You would have done better

if you knew something

about sines and cosines.

Better still if you

could foresee a squall

in time to get

t'gallants in.

We have no time for

ablative absolutes in the navy.

No, sir.

Obey orders, do your duty

and no harm will come to you.

That will do.

(playing melancholy tune)

Ah, the Indies.

Now, that's the place,

Horatio.

Clear blue skies...

and waters, too.

I should very much

like to see that, Mr. Hether.

So you may...

if we ever get off

this stinking hulk

and put to sea again.

(stops playing)

You're in my seat.

The head of the table

is my place.

Come on,

out.

How now, my sweet

brother officers?

No cheer

for Jack's return?

We took you for

a lieutenant boy now, jack.

Did you?

Your commission?

Refused!

Oh... bad luck.

Bad luck, indeed.

So acting Lieutenant Simpson

is once again...

Mr. Midshipman Simpson.

At your service.

What's this, a new face

among our august company?

Mister...?

Hornblower, sir.

Pleased to meet you.

What have you there?

Mutton, sir.

Hmm.

Very fine.

Very fine indeed.

A mite satty for my taste.

What do you mean by helping

yourself to my vittles, sir?

I should have thought

my intention was quite obvious.

Kennedy...

Kennedy!

You'll acquaint young Snotty

here with the way of things.

Or have you forgotten so soon?

N-n-no, I... I...

Mr. Simpson may levy a toll

upon our sea chests

for fresh shirts.

Likewise, our issue of spirits

and best cuts of meat go to him.

Why?

He's senior officer in the mess.

We are all midshipmen.

That smacks of Republicanism

to my mind, Mr. Hornblower.

Is that what you are?

Well, to my knowledge, there's

nothing in King's regulations...

I piss on your regulations!

There's but one law

in this mess:

Render unto Caesar.

And I'll leave it to you

to figure which of us is Caesar

and which

is to do the rendering.

He takes your meaning, Jack.

Oh, Clayton,

you gin-soaked sot.

Strangle a tune

from that fiddle of yours.

Hornblower...

Cut a reel.

Did you hear me, sir?

Dance, I said.

Dance, dance, dance!

(chuckles)

I've seen men caper more lively

on the end of a gibbet.

Mr. Kennedy, that Mr.

Hornblower might learn

who runs this mess

you'll wake him every

half hour, day and night

until I tell you otherwise.

Very well.

(fitful muttering, groaning)

(screaming)

Kennedy!

Archie.

Simpson:

Kennedy!

I said wake Hornblower

not me and

the whole damn ship.

Something's wrong.

He's sick.

I don't care

if he's dying.

Keep him quiet.

(Kennedy shivers)

Archie.

He's started again.

Damn, I feared as much.

Clayton, if he's unfit

you'll take his duties

in respect of

waking Hornblower.

Do you hear?

As you please, Jack.

As you please.

Help me get him

back to his bed.

It's all right, Archie.

It's all right.

A bad dream.

Sleep now, sleep.

What ails him?

What ails us all.

(whistle blows)

Sir!

Mr. Hornblower!

Mr. Eccleston asks if you can

attend him in the fighting top.

The fighting top?

Aye, sir.

At once, he said.

(snickers)

Not afraid of heights,

are you, Snotty?

Mind you...

Mighty long drop.

Help me.

Please.

Please.

(hoarsely):

Help me, please.

(pants)

Time, gentlemen!

Now, let's see

how you have fared

with the problem set for you

by Mr. Bowles.

Mr. Simpson.

(laughs)

We must all rejoice.

The sources of the Nile

have been discovered at last.

Your ship, as far as I can make

out from your illiterate scrawl

is in Central Africa.

Let's see what

other terrae incognitiae

have been opened up

by the remaining

intrepid explorers.

Mr. Cleveland.

No.

Mr. Hether.

No.

Mr. Kennedy.

No.

Mr. Hornblower.

You must be proud

to be alone successful

among this crowd

of intellectual giants.

If you double your attainment

while you double your years

I'm afeared you'll leave

the rest of us behind.

Well done, Mr. Hornblower.

Mr. Bowles!

Be so good as to see

that Mr. Simpson

pays even further attention

to his mathematical studies.

Good day, gentlemen.

I've been thinking,

gentlemen.

Time to reconvene

the proceedings

of the inquisition.

Who shall we question?

Well, there can only

be one candidate.

Who else but

the captain's favorite?

Mr. Hornblower.

Cleveland, Hether, table.

Jack!

Do it, unless you want

to take his place!

Leave me go!

Simpson:

Quiet, boy.

(groans)

You're a bit of a dark horse,

aren't you, Snotty?

Showing us all up

in front of

Captain Keene.

Turn him over.

Come on!

Now.

The purpose

of this inquisition

is for me to get

to know you better.

You see,

I know these dogs.

I know what gnaws

at their souls at night.

Things they'd rather

no one knew of.

So...

What's your

dirty little secret?

A fancier of other

boys, perhaps?

(grunts as chain breaks)

Or is it that your mother

makes a living on her back?

You fitthy...

(punch lands)

(banging head)

Come on, Snotty! Get up!

You've won, Jack,

he's finished.

This little whore's son needs to

learn respect for his betters.

Come on, Snotty.

Get up!

Enough, Jack,

you'll kill him!

Stay down, boy,

for God's sake.

(lash lands,

Hornblower grunts)

(trigger cocks)

Stand off.

Clayton, my bold friend,

I've no quarrel with you.

Stand off, Jack

or by God, I'll trim the wall with

your brains.

Take him to Dr. Hepplewhite.

My...

but how bold you are

with a pistol in your hand.

But I know you for the

coward you are, don't I?

Man:

Come on, lads, look lively!

Mr. Hornblower.

Mr. Hornblower!

What is the matter

with you this day?

I gave orders...

God, what happened to you?

I missed my footing

in the dark last night

and fell, sir.

Onto both sides of your

face at once? Hmm?

Come, no more

of this nonsense.

With whom did you fight?

Well, answer me.

Quickly, and you may

be deatt with leniently.

I fell, sir.

Very well, we shall see

if a spell in the rigging

can't teach you

to tread more carefully.

Hornblower:

"Dearest Father,

I am pleased to tell you

"that everything is going along

splendidly.

"I count myself

fortunate, indeed

"to serve under Captain Keene,

and with so fine a body of men

"as are to be found

here in Justinian.

"I am very happy here.

"I trust this finds you

as it leaves me

"well and in good spirits.

Your affectionate son, Horatio."

(seagull crying)

Drop of grog in it

to warm you through.

Horatio?

Death.

What?

I was thinking on death.

Whose?

Mine.

Damned unsporting

of the everlasting

to fix his canon

against self-slaughter

if you ask me.

You could always desert.

I'd never be free

of him then.

He'd have won.

And that should be

worse than death.

Someone should stand

against him.

The beating

he gave you

that was nothing.

Believe me.

You don't know half

what he's capable of.

The East India convoy

is expected today.

Mr. Simpson will take

a party of men ashore

and report to Lieutenant

Chalk of the Goliath

who is in charge

of press gangs.

Mr. Hornblower

shall accompany him.

Aye, aye, sir.

Some hands from

the East India convoy

may try to sneak ashore

to escape being pressed

to further service.

It's our business

to cut off their retreat.

Mr. Simpson and, uh...

this is Mr. Hornblower, sir.

Distinguished as

the midshipman

who was seasick

in Spithead.

You shall arrange

a cordon along the waterfront

to sweep up any absconders.

I leave the details

to you, Mr. Simpson.

Aye, aye, sir,

thank you, sir.

Rendezvous is back here

at the lamb.

(woman laughing)

Why aren't you on watch

where I left you?

The convoy has

not yet signaled.

Then all is well

with the world.

Here's to the East India convoy.

Long may it be delayed.

Come on, Hornblower,

give us a toast.

Come on!

Confusion to

Robespierre.

(door opens)

Your men are all properly

placed, Mr. Simpson?

Indeed they

are, sir.

This is Mr. Caldwell,

also of the Goliath.

Mr. Simpson and Mr. Hornblower

of the Justinian.

We have a long wait

before us, I fear.

Will you gentlemen

join me in a glass?

Yes, sir.

And a game of cards

to pass the time?

Gladly, sir,

gladly.

Excellent.

Potman,

cards and a light.

Uh-uh-uh-uh.

And the rest are mine.

What do you mean,

the rest are yours?

Five tricks... game and rubber.

I might take another.

I trump lead of hearts

with diamonds

and make three more clubs.

You're very sure.

It's a mathematical certainty.

You know too much

about this game.

Seems to know the backs of the

cards as well as the fronts.

That is an insutting remark,

Mr. Simpson.

For that I shall have to ask

satisfaction.

Chalk:

Come, Mr. Hornblower.

Mr. Simpson had a momentary

loss of temper.

I am sure he will explain.

I have been accused

of cheating at cards, sir.

That is a hard thing

to explain away.

The wine was in

and the wit was out.

Mr. Simpson was speaking

in jest, I'm sure.

Let's call for

another bottle

and drink it

in friendship.

With pleasure.

Excellent.

Lf...

Mr. Simpson begs my pardon

at once

before you two gentlemen

and admits that he spoke

without justification

and in a manner

no gentleman would employ.

Apologize to you?

Never this side of hell.

You hear that, gentlemen?

I have been insutted

and Mr. Simpson

refuses to apologize

while insutting me further.

There is only one way now

in which satisfaction

can be given.

A duel?

Are you mad?

Tomorrow sees an end

to it, Archie.

One way or another,

I shall be rid of him.

I have an even chance.

An even chance?

Simpson's reckoned one of

the best shots in the navy.

He'll kill you

certain sure.

I'll act as your second,

of course, but...

Have you ever fought

a duel before?

You ready?

I can't prevail upon you

to change your mind?

Very well.

Hand me my cloak,

will you?

(driver yelling)

(horse neighs)

(bird squawks)

Where is he?

I regret my principal

has met with an accident

which prevents his

attendance this morning.

You mean the little coward

has pissed himself?

As his second,

I am willing to stand proxy.

I shall fight

the duel in his stead.

Unless Mr. Simpson

is willing to withdraw

his accusation, of course.

Never.

Wait a moment,

Mr. Clayton.

Wait a moment,

I'm not sure

if that's legal.

Legal or not, Dr. Hepplewhite, it

would settle the matter.

I am here.

And you're not afraid

of me, are you, Jack?

(bell ringing)

I will say

"one, two, three, fire."

At the last word, gentlemen,

you can fire as you will.

Are you ready?

Yes.

Yes.

One.

Two.

Three.

Fire!

(cries out)

Got you... bastard.

(groaning)

(groans)

(man yelling)

Upstairs.

(panting)

Clayton?

I'm sorry.

I didn't kill him.

(people shouting outside)

What is it?

What are they shouting about?

I don't know.

Archie, see if you

can't quieten them.

Why?

You were right.

Horatio...

someone had to stand

against him.

But not a boy.

You shamed me.

Even a coward

cannot run forever.

I thought I could beat him.

I had an even chance.

Oh, Jesu!

Horatio?

Is it evening?

(bells tolling)

Hornblower!

I'm not done

with you yet, boy.

I'm going to flay

you alive!

(lively chatter in street)

(dog barking)

Man:

Look lively!

Push them along!

He's dead.

Yes.

No, you fool,

not Clayton, Louis.

The frogs have

murdered their king.

Tried and executed for

crimes against the people.

It means war, Horatio.

Don't you understand?

It means war.

Well,

what's the word?

Do we

transfer?

A third of the crew are

to remain with Justinian.

A third will go to Arethusa,

under black Charlie Hammond.

And we few...

We fortunate few...

Don't keep us

on tenterhooks!

Keene has recommended our

transfer to...

Indefatigable.

Yes!

A frigate!

You hear that?

It means prize money.

Horatio?

Poor old Clayton.

He always wanted

to serve on a frigate.

It is a sure opportunity

for advancement

for distinction,

for prize money.

It is the opportunity

of a lifetime, sir.

I thank you for it, but...

Any ambitious young officer

would jump at the chance

to serve on a frigate!

I know, sir...

but you accepted me here

as midshipman and...

of course,

I must stay with you.

Not, uh, many young men would

have said that, Mr. Hornblower.

I am very touched

by your loyatty

even though I won't live

to appreciate it.

But...

No, please don't interrupt!

Youth and quick wits belong

where they can be rewarded

not on a channel groper,

with a dying captain.

Sir?

A midshipman's share of prize

money is not much, I grant you

but at last you can start

to repay the debt

you owe your father.

It is the good of the service

I have in mind, Mr. Hornblower

when I insist that

you take up this posting.

Aye, aye, sir.

My name is

Captain Sir Edward Pellew

and I am here to tell you

your days of idling are over!

(hearty cheering)

You have a mind to fight?

(lusty approvals)

That is well,

for you shall have your fill!

(cheering)

Yesterday, his majesty received

a communication from Paris.

The revolutionary government

in France

has declared war on Britain.

The old adversary may wear

a new face

but whatever mask he chooses

to hide behind

a Frenchman

is still a Frenchman

and we will beat him

as we always have beaten him.

(cheering)

For there is no power on Earth

that can withstand the might

of the British navy.

(cheering)

God save the King.

God save the King.

Midshipman Hornblower, sir.

You sent for me.

Mr. Simpson, as I'm sure

you will be glad to hear

shall recover

and rejoin the service.

However, he is to remain with

Captain Keene aboard Justinian.

You should know,

Mr. Hornblower

that I do not think much of men

who let others fight

their battles for them.

No, sir.

But neither will I base

my opinion of an officer

on hearsay.

I judge a man

by what I see him do

not what others

tell me he has done.

Yes, sir.

Doubtless had you been

properly led

this situation

would not have arisen.

Captain Keene bears no blame.

It is not your place to damn him

or defend him, sir.

No, sir, I, I meant only that what

befell

was outside his control.

Aboard his ship, sir,

there is nothing

outside a captain's control

and you would do well

to remember it.

Yes, sir.

England is at war,

Mr. Hornblower.

You have already cost this navy

two midshipmen

one injured,

one dead.

No one mourns

Mr. Clayton's loss

more than I, sir,

and I resent...

You resent!

Damn your impudence, sir!

I will not lose men

to no better cause

than the satisfaction

of their own vanity.

Whilst under

my command

you will issue

no further challenge.

Is that understood?

Aye, aye, sir.

Very well.

I have it from

Lieutenant Eccleston

that those hands formerly

of Mr. Simpson's division

are something of an

ill-disciplined rabble.

Would you concur?

Yes, sir.

They are now

your division.

We sail to battle,

Mr. Hornblower.

I cannot afford to feed men

who do not pull their weight.

You will make them work

or you will answer for it.

Yes, sir.

Man:

Divisions for inspection.

Name?

Stevens, sir.

Williams, sir.

Oldroyd, sir.

Matthews, sir.

Finch, sir.

Styles, sir.

What's the matter

with your face?

Oh, he gets b...

Boils, sir.

Awful bad.

Have you done anything

about them?

Oh, yes, sir.

Well?

I've put plasters

on them, sir.

Very well.

What's funny, Oldroyd?

Nothing, sir.

Matthews?

Nothing, sir.

All right.

Carry on.

About your work now.

Aye, aye, sir.

(raucous laughter,

men yelling)

(squeaking)

Man:

God, break his back.

(cheering,

rat squeaking)

(laughter)

(man grunting)

Yes!

(rat screeching)

Man:

Break his back.

Break his back.

Time.

Time, Styles!

Aye. I have five dead.

Pay all bets, evens or better.

Styles:

Six.

Oldroyd:

Five.

Men:

Six!

There, that one's dead.

No, he ain't. Come on.

Look.

Yes, he is.

His back's broken.

Who is in charge here?

We're not on watch, sir.

No, you're gambling.

This is, uh...

now't but

a bit of fun, sir.

It is hardly what you

could call gambling.

There are other charges

possible here, Matthews.

Other charges?

A member

of His Majesty's forces

can be charged with rendering

himself unfit for service.

Similarly there could be charges

of aiding and abetting

which might include you.

I should consutt

the articles of war.

The punishment

for such an offense

is flogging round the fleet,

I believe.

Styles:

Really, sir.

I could bring charges

against every man jack of you.

You could be court-martialed,

disrated, flogged.

And by God one more look

like that from you, Styles

and I'll do it.

Belay that, mate.

You'd all be in irons

five minutes after I've spoke

to Lieutenant Eccleston.

Mr. Simpson had no argument

with our sport, sir.

Mr. Simpson is no longer

in charge of your division.

I am.

And I'll have no more

of these fitthy games.

Do you understand?

The next hint of misbehavior

and you'll all be

at the gratings.

But, sir...

I've said it and I mean it!

After this, I want to see you

in the dog watches

skylarking on deck

not skulking in the cable tiers

like a lot of damned Frenchmen.

Are you going to tell

Mr. Eccleston?

No...

Not this time.

I'm giving you a chance to prove

yourselves worthy of my trust.

Aye, sir.

Right.

Now, get rid of those rats there.

Styles, get your face

plastered up again.

Matthews, coil these cables

down properly

before the boatswain sees it.

Oldroyd...

It was six.

Hands to quarters!

Hands to quarters!

Enemy ship to larboard!

(men shouting)

Fire as they bare,

Mr. Eccleston.

Aye, aye, sir.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Lay us alongside,

Mr. Bowles.

We can carry this action

by boarding her.

Hard a' larboard.

Man:

Hard a' larboard, sir.

(screaming)

Styles!

Help me get him

to the surgery!

(continues screaming)

Come on, Davy!

(firing continues)

(men screaming, moaning)

This man needs help.

I'll tend to him

presently.

Lieutenant Chadd, may I inquire

as to the nature

of your injury, sir?

Splinter.

Sir, this man is

from my division.

He'll take his turn!

Well, damn it,

if he's not seen to now

he'll bleed to death!

Mr. Hornblower!

He's right, Hepplewhite.

I can wait.

Very well.

Come on, Styles.

We can do no more.

We must return to our station.

(men cheering, drums beating)

(screaming)

(cheering)

Did you see me?

Did you see?

Well, where were you?

We carried her

by boarding.

I killed two.

Well, one, certainly.

Oh, you should have been there,

Horatio.

You should have

been there.

(cheering continues)

Eccleston:

Through our Lord Jesus Christ

who, at his coming,

shall change our vile body

that it may be like

his glorious body

according to the mighty working

whereby he is able to submit

all things to himself.

Therefore, in the sure

and certain knowledge

of the resurrection,

we commit the body of...

Davy Williams.

Of Davy Williams

to the deep.

Amen.

(whistle blowing)

God have mercy

on his soul.

Mr. Hornblower?

What is it, Styles?

The lads have, uh,

they've asked me to...

say they value the effort

you made on Davy's part, sir.

That was all.

Styles.

Sir?

Please convey my thanks

to the men.

Their conduct

in this afternoon's action

was exemplary.

Aye, aye, sir.

A salute.

Well, it's a start, I suppose.

Quel bateau?

Claudette, de Marseilles.

Qu'est ce que vous

emporter?

Molasses,

trois cents tons.

Claudette

of Marseilles, sir.

Cargo?

Molasses,

300 tons.

Lieutenant Chadd.

Sir.

Take six men,

board that vessel.

Take her into any English port

you can make

and report there

for orders.

Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Bowles, the schooner

to starboard.

Aye, sir.

Brace hard

to larboard.

Hard to larboard, sir.

Bowles:

Course full and by.

Full and by, sir.

Eccleston:

She's still running

under colors, sir.

It's not my intention

to chase him across

the seven seas.

He's asked for it,

Mr. Eccleston

let him have it.

Starboard bow chaser...

fire!

Fire!

(cheering)

Silence!

Not into the hull,

damn it.

Cripple her.

That's better.

More like it.

She's hauling down

her colors, sir.

Marie Galante

de Bordeaux.

Pellew:

Well, Mr. Eccleston?

Marie Galante of Bordeaux, sir.

24 days out of New Orleans

with rice.

About 200 tons, I should say.

Should sell

for a pretty penny.

How many of her crew?

12 at most.

Prize crew of four then,

I should say.

Midshipman's command.

Mr. Hornblower!

Take four men,

board her.

Mr. Bowles will give you

our position.

Take her into any English port

you can make

and report there

for orders.

Aye, aye, sir.

Your first command.

My congratulations.

Pellew:

Today, if you please,

Mr. Hornblower.

I don't intend to lose

any more of this convoy

through your dawdling, sir!

Aye, aye, sir.

Matthews:

They've made best use

of their time, sir

by the holy.

Finch:

Drunk as lords.

Huh? Wish we were as happy,

eh?

Where is your officer?

Midshipman Hornblower

of His Britannic Majesty's

frigate, Indefatigable.

Good day.

This vessel is now a prize

of war, Captain.

Under my command.

A midshipman?

You have no officer

more senior?

Sir, to the British navy

a schooner such as this

warrants no more

than a midshipman's command.

But your are no more

than a boy.

You will find, sir

that even a boy

in His Majesty's navy

is capable of an easy

two-day run to England.

(scoffs)

Put that down, Styles.

At once, do you hear?

And take these men forward.

Throw them

into the forecastle.

Come alongee, Frenchie.

Um, this-a way-a?

Come on.

All right, move.

I am an officer.

I do not go with the men.

Sir?

He goes with the rest.

You, come on.

Go on, move!

Prisoners secured,

sir.

Matthews?

Aye, sir.

You've the longest service?

Aye, sir;

18 years, sir.

Very well.

I'll rate you petty officer.

Aye, aye, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Get to work and clear

that raffle away forward

so that we can sling

the topsail yard again.

Aye, sir.

Finch.

Haul in the forecastle sheets.

Aye, sir.

Styles.

Oldroyd.

All right, all right.

I'll be busy aft.

Aye, aye, sir.

And get

that staycastle in

before it flogs itself

to pieces.

Aye, aye, sir.

Well, what are you waiting for?

Those are my orders.

Beg pardon, sir,

but if we're to sling

that yard again

We'll need to use

the jeers, sir.

Yes?

Well, sir

we'll need more hands

Than we have

to use the jeers, sir.

Can I put some of them

frenchies to work?

That was my intention,

of course.

If any of them are sober enough.

I think we can get them

to work, sir

drunk or sober.

Come on.

God.

What do I do now?

Damn.

(man shouting in French)

Oui, oui...

(replies in French)

Matthews?

Aye, aye.

We'll, um, square away.

Then return the prisoners

to the forecastle.

Aye, aye, sir.

Square away!

Return the prisoners

to the forecastle!

Matthews, take the wheel.

Aye, aye, sir.

What course, sir?

Nor'west by west

a quarter west.

Nor'west by west

a quarter west, it is, sir.

(cannon fire)

Not into the hull, damn it!

Cripple her!

My God, she's holed.

(gasping)

She's holed, all right.

About two feet

below the waterline.

Thank you, Styles.

She was close hauled

and heeling right over

when we hit her.

Her bows must have lifted

just as the Indy fired.

She's lower

in the water now, sir.

The hole's not

so deep under, sir.

On this tack we're headed

for France.

We must fother a sail

and get it over that hole.

Use and old t'gallant,

get the Frenchman to help.

Aye, aye, sir.

She's riding

a bit heavily, no?

She's taking

a little water, yes.

A foul wind for England,

monsieur.

Winds may change, monsieur.

So they say.

Matthews:

Sir, she's riding

a bit heavily now.

Yes, thank you,

Matthews.

Captain:

I just said so

to your captain.

Well, so much then for your

easy two-day's run to England.

Sir?

What is it?

The deck seam's

opening up!

I've never seen

anything like it, sir.

It's the rice.

Sir?

The cargo, Matthews.

We're carrying rice.

The water's got into it

and it's swelling.

The sooner we get a sail

over that hole the better.

Hurry these

damned Frenchmen up!

Matthews:

Come on, mademoiselles.

We're not sewing petticoats.

(speaking French)

I told you I thought

she was riding heavily.

Go to the devil.

(gasping)

Another few feet.

There!

All right, sir.

Right.

Lay her back on a larboard tack.

Aye, aye, sir.

This is folly, monsieur.

On this tack we could

easily make Bordeaux.

You're risking all our lives.

Look.

Look there, sir.

What?

I don't think our problem's

the hole, sir.

The rice must have

forced her seams open

under the water.

(rats squeaking)

We must jettison the cargo.

Get the sails in and rig

a tackle from the yard.

We'll sway it up.

Aye, aye, sir.

Oh, heave!

C'est une pure folie, monsieur.

Est-ce que vous vous rendez

compte de ce que vous faites?

Madness! This is madness!

We must have moved

about 50 tons.

My men are exhausted!

She's lower

in the water, sir.

Settling fast.

Another hour,

we'll be swimming.

It's no go, sir.

I'm sorry.

I shall make preparations

for abandoning the ship.

Sir?

You heard me.

Get water and bread

onto the ship's boat

and get everyone aboard.

Aye, aye, sir.

We shall abandon

the ship, monsieur.

Enfin!

Venez, vous autres.

(creaking)

Ready to shove off, sir.

Very good. I'll be up presently.

Begging your pardon, sir.

But you should see as you

have some warm clothes, sir.

I've been in an open boat,

ten days once, sir.

It can get damn cold.

Yes. Thank you, Matthews.

Is everyone off?

All save yourself, sir.

Come aboard, sir.

She's done for.

Steady.

Matthews,

take the tiller.

Aye, aye, sir.

Get off.

Bear off.

Poussez!

She's going down, sir.

(seagulls cawing)

Breakfast, sir?

Thank you,

Matthews.

Wind's backing

a little westerly today, sir.

Hornblower:

That so?

There's a chance we might find

the Indefatigable again

isn't there?

This is her hunting ground, after

all.

We'll make sail.

Very good, sir.

Finch, take the sheet.

Aye, sir.

Styles, take the tiller.

Keep her close-hauled

on the larboard tack.

Close-hauled

on the larboard tack, sir.

French captain:

The wind's still fair

for Bordeaux.

We could be there

by tomorrow.

Why do we sail northwest?

We go to England.

This is going to take us a week.

Even if the wind's still fair.

The, the boat's

too crowded.

Should there be

a storm...

you are risking

all our lives.

I insist that you head

towards Bordeaux.

Matthews, take this.

Aye, aye, sir.

Begging your pardon,

sir

but hadn't you better

cock your pistol?

Monsieur, I was in a stinking

English prison for five years

so let's make an agreement.

Let's go to France.

No.

When we reach shore

anywhere you choose,

we will land.

And you may continue

your journey.

No.

Monsieur.

I said no!

Shall I clout him

on the jaw, sir?

Not unless he misbehaves.

Put that pistol away.

It's dangerous.

I will do nothing to interfere with

your command of this boat.

Do you swear it?

I swear it.

And your men?

Ce n'est pas

le moment, mes garcons.

Nous attendrons

notre heure.

All:

D'accord, mon capitaine.

What do they say?

They swear it, too.

Very well.

(gulls cawing)

Both hands, you fool!

That water's got to last

until we reach England!

Or do you want us all to die

of thirst?

Lay down your arms!

Now!

Do as he says.

But, sir...

Do it!

(speaking French)

Vite!

I'm sorry, sir.

It's all right, Finch.

Thank you, sir,

thank you.

Est-ce qu'on les jette

par-dessus bord?

Non! Lache-le.

My men are in mind of throwing

you overboard, monsieur.

But I think you deserve

some time to reflect

on your own stupidity.

Monsieur?

As I told you

I have spent

five long years

in one of your country's

fine prison hulks

and I'm grateful now

for an opportunity

to return the courtesy.

The chart and compass,

if you please.

Fish for it.

(shouting in French)

As you were, Styles!

That was a foolish thing

to do, boy.

I might have killed you.

And forgo the pleasure of

crowing over my discomfort?

I think not.

Nevertheless,

it was a futile act.

All I have to do

to gain France

is to turn this boat

about through 180 degrees

and then sail southeast.

If you can find it.

Oh, I can read

a chart, monsieur.

I only need the sun

and the polestar

for reference.

A feat of navigation

even you might manage.

(speaking French)

Vous fermez la aussi,

vous autres!

Vous verrai bien

quand on arrivera.

Je suis votre capitaine.

What's to do, sir?

A crisis of confidence, Styles.

Forget's men are complaining,

and rightly so

that we should be in sight

of the coast by now.

Well, where is it,

though, sir?

He said he had only

to follow the chart.

So he did.

But that would presuppose

that our position upon the chart

was accurately plotted.

(giggles)

Shh!

Nine against five.

The odds of them gaining

the upper hand

were always favorable.

It would be a poor captain

that did not take precautions

against such an eventuality.

So, where've you got

our true position, then, sir?

In my head, Matthews.

We were sailing north,

not northwest

when they seized control.

Forget simply turned us about.

Then we're headed south,

not southeast?

Indeed, Styles.

We're rowing parallel with

the coast but getting no closer.

(laughs softly)

Now you may see how the tree

of indiscipline bears fruit.

(arguing in French)

Ow!

An interesting situation,

monsieur.

Oldroyd:

Sail to windward!

Styles:

It's the Indy!

It's the Indy, sir.

Matthews:

Thank God it is!

(cheering, shouting)

Right, that's

the last one, lads.

Take him away,

lock him up.

Je suis capitaine!

(cheering)

So, I'll tell you

what he does.

He drops the compass

over the side, plop.

"Fish for it," says he.

Bold as brass!

He did.

And him with the pistol

in his face.

The frog captain says...

Here he comes, lads.

Oh, I'll tell you later.

Step lively now.

Well done, sir.

Well done, sir.

(bell ringing)

Pellew:

Mr. Hornblower.

The Marie Galante was damaged

when you boarded her.

And had you had

a larger prize-crew

you might have been able

to save her.

No. Better by far

that France was

deprived of her cargo

than England should

benefit by it.

Still, it's fortunate

for you

her captain was so poor

a navigator, hmm?

Else we might never

have found you.

No, sir.

Sail to leeward!

Make sail before we lose her!

Aye, aye, sir.

(man shouting)

(cannon echoes in distance)

Pellew:

Damn this fog.

(cannons booming softly)

Hornblower:

That's one of ours.

God, the Frenchman.

Ship to starboard!

(men yelling)

Pellew:

She'll hide in the fog!

After her, Mr. Bowles!

Aye, aye, sir.

Starboard, two points.

Man:

Starboard, two points, sir.

Pellew:

We're losing her, damn it.

(men groaning in pain)

Silence!

(softly):

Where is she?

Where is she?

There she is!

Now we have her!

(cannons firing)

(cannonballs whistling)

(men yelling and groaning)

(men screaming in pain)

(cannonballs whistling)

Mr. Bowles,

we're in over our heads.

Take her out of range

of their shore batteries.

Aye, aye, captain.

(whistle blowing)

Mr. Eccleston, what was

the ship you saw afire?

I couldn't see, sir.

One of ours, though,

certainly.

Launch boats,

pick up survivors.

Aye, aye, sir.

Man:

Help!

(men yelling in the water)

Help!

Over here!

Sir, help us!

Courage, boys!

You're safe now.

Keep shouting, we'll find you!

Man (in water):

Here! Here!

There they are, sir.

(coughing)

Hold water.

Come on, lads.

(man sputters and coughs)

Up with ye, lads.

Easy.

Give him this

and keep him warm.

Well.

Mr. Hornblower.

The Papillon jumped us

from the fog.

Every time we thought we knew

where she might come from

she, she came at us

from somewhere else.

It was like there were

four ships, not one.

Poor Captain Keene.

I was standing with him

when he was hit.

Tore...

Tore his insides out, and...

(weeping)

Yes, all right,

Mr. Simpson.

Please, do not distress

yourself even further.

(sniffles)

Mr. Bowles, the chart,

if you please.

The mouth of the Gironde.

The Papillon lies just here

between the shore batteries

of St. Di and Blaye.

You, gentlemen, will go in

with the boats and cut her out.

Lieutenant Eccleston will

be in general command.

Mr. Eccleston.

As you have seen at firsthand

she is a ship of war

well armed and fully crewed.

(voice fading):

But we will be attacking her

at night,

taking her by surprise...

Simpson:

Kennedy! Acquaint

young Snotty here

(echoing):

With the way of things.

Mr. Chadd will

command the gig.

Mr. Kennedy and

Mr. Hornblower, the jolly boat.

Mr. Bowles?

High water tomorrow

is at 4:50.

Dawn is at 5:30.

(fading):

The attack will...

Simpson (echoing):

So what's your

dirty little secret?

Is it that your mother

earns her living on her back?

Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Hornblower

board as you see fit

and at once ascend

the main rigging.

You will insure that

the main topsail is loosed

and sheeted home on

receipt of further orders.

I, myself,

or Mr. Bowles

in the event of my being

killed or wounded...

Simpson:

Hornblower!

I'm not finished

with you yet, boy.

I'm going to flay you alive.

Kennedy!

I said wake Hornblower,

not the whole damn ship.

You mean the little coward

(echoing):

Has pissed himself.

So much for the theory.

Any questions,

gentlemen?

Simpson:

Sir.

I would like to volunteer

to go in with the boats.

If you think you're

up to it, Mr. Simpson.

Lieutenant Eccleston?

We will be glad to have you,

Mr. Simpson.

You will go in

with Mr. Hornblower

and Mr. Kennedy.

Hello, Archie.

It's been a long time.

Jack's missed you, boy.

We were just catching up

on old times, Mr. Hornblower.

These are new times,

Mr. Simpson.

You have no hold

over us here.

No.

No. I see that.

Time we were away, Archie.

Nervous?

Archie?

Boat crews, away.

(groans)

(thumps)

Mind what you're

doing, sir, mind.

What's going on?

Mr. Kennedy, sir.

He's having a fit.

Mr. Hornblower,

keep your boat quiet.

Aye, aye, sir.

(Kennedy groans)

Oh...

(whispers):

Shut up.

Archie, for mercy, shut up!

(yells)

Do something.

Sir!

(whispers):

I know, I know!

(muffled yelping)

Mr. Hornblower.

(moaning)

(yelping)

(thumps)

(yelping stops)

(men speaking French)

(speaking French)

(yells)

(grunting)

(all yelling)

(swords clanging)

(guns firing)

Mr. Hornblower,

get your men aloft!

Quickly now!

Loose the main topsail!

Aye, aye, sir!

Styles, Matthews, lay aloft!

Come on, men!

Come on, me boys!

Stevens, wait!

(yelling)

(thumps)

There are no

foot ropes.

What'll we do, sir?

What'll we do?

Mr. Eccleston.

The forecastle is secured, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Chadd.

Damn it, why does he delay?

If Hornblower doesn't loose

the sails, the attack fails!

Styles, Matthews,

starboard yard.

Finch, Oldroyd, follow me.

Damn, damn, damn.

Good God.

Quickly now, quickly.

(grunts, gags)

Well done!

Archie?

Oh!

(echoing):

Sir!

Mr. Chadd's compliments, sir.

The ship is ours.

God be praised.

My compliments

to Mr. Hornblower.

I'm afraid Mr. Hornblower

is dead, sir.

I saw him fall

from the yard myself.

Ahoy there, Papillon!

Help, help!

Help!

Papillon!

(bell ringing)

Pellew:

No sign of the Papillon?

They must have cut her out

by now.

Sail to windward!

My God.

French corvettes.

(seagulls cawing)

Finch:

It's not too deep.

Head wounds always bleed

terrible bad, sir.

I expect it hurts like the devil

but... you'll mend

Praise the Lord.

What about Mr. Kennedy?

He was, um...

He was still in the boat.

She came adrift

when we went about, sir.

That's what Mr. Simpson said.

I swear you were born

to hang, Mr. Hornblower.

It's a good thing these French

are such a poor shot.

French be damned.

I was shot by Mr. Simpson.

That is a serious accusation, Mr.

Hornblower

and one I trust

you would not make

without the evidence

to support it?

I have the evidence

of my own eyes, sir.

This is hardly

the time or place

to do anything about it.

Get back to your division,

Mr. Hornblower.

I will address the matter

when we get back

to the Indefatigable.

(screaming)

(men screaming in agony)

Oh, my eyes!

Oh!

Chadd?

It's Mr. Hornblower, sir.

Surgeon! Surgeon!

Where's Mr. Chadd?

I regret that Lieutenant Chadd is

dead, sir.

(sighs)

The ship is yours,

Mr. Hornblower.

Sir?

Take command.

Get us back to the Indy.

(whispers):

Safely.

(cannon fires)

(sniffs)

I'm senior here.

The ship is mine.

Lieutenant Eccleston

instructed me to take command.

You heard him, Mr. Bowles.

Mr. Simpson is senior,

Mr. Hornblower.

Styles, Matthews,

confine Mr. Simpson below.

You heard me!

Mr. Simpson is

under close arrest.

Who do you think you are?

I have command here!

This ship is mine.

And any man...

any man stands

against me...

he will regret it.

Now, get to work

shoring up this damage.

Get back to work, do you hear?

I have command!

Mr. Bowles.

You will carry out my orders.

If Mr. Simpson resists, you have

my permission to shoot him.

Come on.

(men screaming)

Helmsman, hard to starboard!

Hard to starboard, sir!

Sir, the Papillon!

My God.

It is the Papillon.

Mother of God.

Mr. Bowles, engage

the corvette to larboard.

Engage? Sir, we can't take

on three French corvettes.

We can give the Indy

an even chance.

We've a third of her crew

aboard this vessel.

If the French get close enough

to board her, she's finished.

Aye, aye, sir.

Why don't they fire

at us, sir?

It may have escaped

your notice, Mr. Bowles

but we are still flying

French colors.

Shall I have them

run down, sir?

If you want me to shoot you,

by all means.

It goes against

all articles of war to...

When we have leisure, you

show me where it is written

and I will gladly concede

the point.

Until that time,

please confine yourself

to following my orders.

Aye, aye, sir.

Ready...

Pull!

Pull!

(cheering)

Fire!

(cheers)

Fire as you bear!

Starboard side!

Starboard side!

Ready, pull!

Pull!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

My God.

The poor devils.

(cheering)

Mr. Hornblower!

(drums playing)

They're surrendering, sir.

They are surrendering!

Three cheers, lads!

Hip, hip...

All:

Hooray!

Hip, hip... hooray!

Launch boats to pick up

survivors, Matthews.

Aye, aye, sir.

Launch boats!

Mr. Bowles...

You may raise

the ensign.

(whistle blowing)

Timely, Mr. Hornblower.

Timely.

I, uh, take it

by your appearance

Lieutenant Eccleston

is indisposed?

I regret to inform you, sir

that Lieutenant Eccleston

is dead.

Lieutenant Chadd is

also among the fallen.

I see.

(clears throat)

Who then, had command of the

Papillon during the action?

The honor fell to me, sir.

How so?

What of Mr. Kennedy,

Mr. Simpson?

Mr. Kennedy was left behind

after the boarding

of the Papillon.

And Mr. Simpson?

It's a damn lie, sir!

Begging your pardon.

But he's had it in for me

ever since that

incident in Spithead.

Mr. Simpson, are you

saying Mr. Hornblower

brought this charge against you

purely out of malice?

He's impeached my honor, sir

and for that

I demand satisfaction.

There, you see?

He's afraid.

Mr. Simpson.

I would be very wary

of calling a man

only lately distinguished

in battle, a coward.

Oh, I do call him a coward.

And a liar.

If he spoke the truth

he would not hesitate

to face me.

Mr. Hornblower's reluctance

to accept this challenge

is I fear, the resutt

of an order I gave him

when he first came aboard

Indefatigable.

Is that not so?

Yes, sir.

Mr. Hornblower,

I remove that impediment

but I must caution you

against accepting

this challenge.

I maintain the charge

against Mr. Simpson, sir.

However, since I cannot prove it

other than with my body

I have no choice

but to accept his challenge.

For the last time, gentlemen

cannot you be reconciled?

I'm going to kill you,

Snotty

just as I killed Clayton.

And your little pal, Archie.

Kennedy?

Very well.

You may step out

the distance.

And one...

two, three, four, five.

Are you ready?

One...

Two...

I did not say fire, sir!

It just went off.

It's a misfire, I assure you.

Is he dead?

Did I kill him?

No, you did not.

(groans)

Mr. Hornblower, you may

return fire at will.

I shot him.

The duel is over.

You must stand your ground

and take fire, Mr. Simpson.

Don't shoot!

No!

For the love of God,

please, don't shoot!

Don't shoot me!

I beg you!

You're not worth the powder.

Not worth the powder.

(shouting)

(gun fires)

Exceptionally

fine shot, sir.

If I may say so, sir.

You may, Mr. Bowles.

You may.

(whistle blowing)

Man:

Walk away with it, lads.

Sir?

Ah, Mr. Hornblower.

You have fought your duel.

That is well.

Never fight another.

That is better.

I owe you a debt

of gratitude, sir.

I dispensed justice

as I saw fit.

I told you,

Mr. Hornblower.

I judge a man by

what I see him do.

Nevertheless,

you saved my life.

As you saved

the life

of every man

aboard this ship, sir.

Come on, man.

No false modesty now.

I see something in

you, Mr. Hornblower.

If you continue

in this service

as you've begun,

a great future awaits you.

Thank you, sir.

Carry on,

Mr. Hornblower.

Aye, aye, sir.

Styles.

Coil those cables down

properly now.

Aye, aye, sir.

Matthews, lend

a hand there.