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 usual command, the raiding platoon. Yes, sir. Yes, sir. Yes. Yes, sir. Yes. Yes. If it's to be by order of genealogy, I am the genuine officer, sir. You are, Mr. Go. But the first task will be to penetrate the lagoon. And since Mr. Vickery went in with me to inspect it, he's certain to know more about the situation. It will be Mr. Vickery.

9:57Sorry, Mr. Go. 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. Yet the fact of the matter was, I dared not trust him with any command out of my sight. He was old, grey-haired, bowed, almost to old, but the work he already had. Oh, well, no war can be fought without hurting someone's feelings. At nightfall, the squadrons stood in toward the land. There's no moons, sir. There's every chance to step through the blockade on a journey. Yes, sir. Let's fear the risk of it will be as easy. I am praying. I risked the lives of 150 men, sent them into the jaw of a trap. If I'm wrong about how to fix them out again, it's bound to work, sir. It's risky, but it's all work.

10:58I'm certain, before all, now I have serious doubts. The mystery's clear, there is you. Of those art cutters? No. Gumboats putting out from the fourth pilo, a standard guard over the entrance. Boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop, boop. Must have given them a turn to open their eyes and see British ships standing off just beyond tellen range. They already have known about us. They may have captured the raiding party and all our plans have been ordered. Oh, all right, look out. Anytime. Hello, sir. Yes, Lieutenant Moon, come aboard. Of his bum kits, sir. Spush I have eyes. Oh, I wish mine were as good as I look at. Lieutenant Moon reporting, sir.

11:59Morning, man. We were your bum kits ready for your party in this winter. Yes, sir. You understand what must be done? My bum kits will proceed all the side of the trenches and go wide of that long sand spits and separate sufficient house from the sea's rock. Yes, sir. The captain of the mountain reporting, sir. Morning, man. We were your bum kits ready for your party in this winter. Yes, sir. You understand what must be done? Yes, sir. And separate sufficient house from the sea's rock. Then I'm returning on the sea with side of it. At a point 12 miles to westward, Mr. Moon. Yes, sir. There will be there at precisely 2 a.m. for those. The water is shallow, and maybe sir. Look, Mr. Moon, I think I shall go with you. You, sir. Yes, I enjoyed my lot outing on a bum kit, and I find this experience. Oh, all of a day. You spotted something. All I know, sir. What do you see? If you please, sir, there's a bit of smoke inside now. It's wet up in the bay. Smoke by heavenbush. There's more smoke, sir. Two ships on fire. Sir, I can see our cattle. Victory. He's got out of fritters, huh? Well, Captain Bush. So far, so good, eh?

13:02The day wore on, and far as look outside, I could see pillars of smoke were rising in the fritters, marking the destruction wrought by victory and his cattle. For the middle of the afternoon, before it came time to go aboard the bum catch with man, 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-pillar now, sir. Along as we draw their fire, Captain Bush. They're opening up. We shall do the same, Mr. Lee's Captain. Dumb dick. Fire over in the air. Sir, ready. More fat men. Fire. Mr. Lowns, yes, sir. Been waiting all day, eh? Yes, sir. So, I will put off for the bum catch now, sir. Please. All hands present, Mr. Wigley. Yes, sir? Two wounded, but not badly. We destroyed and burned a number of curses, sir, cursed at the margin. Two thousand thousand shibbing all together.

14:03What are those fires? Did you burn your own cutters? We had to abandon the mumble fires outside of the spit of sand. Why? I hated it, I haven't fallen to any hand. What do you mean? We may not get away with God's presides. Let me come up on the other side of the sand, but be flushed to patrol. Three men. We took care of two of them, but one not away. I know, he's probably spread the alarm. I see. I knew there must be some good reason why you've burned the boat. No, sir. Now, the alarm already spread the fire to the bone on those fire. Mr. Wigley, 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 formage. Possibly a full company. And have them watch the undertale. If they must get rid of cutlery and anything else that might wait them down, have them blue cell. Or must be taken aboard. I'll not 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 scrawlocks. Mounted, gone back on board, the catched the supervised matters. The thing went well, and then clambered aboard or were dragged, held to the shelter,

15:05and finally the beach was clear, except for Vicaridum me. Just in time. On the torches of the enemy direction of the boat? I died as their fire blazed, Mr. Wigley. Into a surf, you feel? How's this, sir? Thank you, Vicaridum. The senior officer has always allowed the last to leave a post of danger. Hi, sir. It was 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-logged castaway, instead of a lort from a door. Up your counter, sir. Get in there. Now, then. There you are, sir. 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, if told what a most impromptu remodeled. Silence, sir. Sir, we're fast aground. 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, mountain. The only men will be honest, and I'm not sure if we'll be sitting down. If your prisoners are vicaridum, this man, if you'd like to go catch us up with the anchor. Two anchors, sir. There are the storm, and we've been to the wind lift till the cable sings,

16:06but we're still fast. Sir, if first the man was going over to sight and hang on to road, it would like a ship. Have one or more of the Mrs. Gryppin' down? No, Vickery, I said I wouldn't lose a man, and I won't. At least not that way. It's a bad enough. The place for this. The full thousand, you're pleased. It came to me then. One possible way to shake ourselves loose from the deadly grip of the sand that held us present. Yet I hesitate it for a moment, hoping that Mount himself would see the solution, not have it come from me. And even while I hesitate it, he'd found it. Sir, we can rock the boat. 150 men, we have a run from port to serve at them back again. Exactly on, by all means. All hands at forward! All hands! All hands at forward! Vickery, they're finding random shotguns. If you could tell off 10 men here in the bow with small arms to answer their fire, yes sir. So long, slung, slung, slung, slung, slung, slung, slung, slung, slung.

17:11The place in the bow. More. The keeper finishes 50, while we rock the ship. All hands out! I give the command only a good enough for rail. No! All hands! I give the command to the server rail! Now run! The assemble that time is the mine. Or we could do it. Stand by it, it's trusting and that cable. Tons, man, stand by the great old sails of act. The French are getting impatient. They're walking into the server, thought it's... All hands out! When I give the command, back to the poor rail. And run, heading that! Hold that jackhaw! No!

18:13The army is the mine! The city! Bring our arms! Watch in the house! Just a big rape. You can see sparring. We're off the sand. We are free. There's no casualty. My mind set his course for the man. The sky turns grey with the coming of dawn. And the victory is face to grey. Grey with fatigue, as he gave me his full report there on the deck of the bomb catch. I felt a tremendous wave of affection burst over me as I regarded him and the stern and mild. I wanted to tell him that... ...have they been my own sons? I could want no two better ones.

19:15And yet I... I couldn't bring myself to express myself so... ...so thank the sentimental. I should call the particular attention of the armament, ...that they're going back to both your offices. I can sit with them. I shall of course require reports from you and me to read and writing. I have a... It's the round touch, sir. Captain Bush must be worried. Make the proper signal if you please, Mr. Mande. Sir, I'm bored. Always well. Horatio Hornblower, starring Michael Redgrave, is based on the novels by CS Fenster. Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch. Produced by Harry Alan Torres.

21:10Music by Harry Alan Torres.