Horatio Hornblower - Disguised As A French Ship

Call all hands, beat the quarters.

One broadside into it, please, Captain Bush.

Prince Tufts, ready?

I rise more, ready?

Fire!

Presenting Michael Redgrave at CS Foresters in Dominable Man of the Sea, Horatio Hornblower.

I rise more, ready?

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And what has made the fence and some have it hoisted instead of our own?

This will sail down the coast where we can be seen from the road.

Send the hands to breakfast.

Aye, aye, sir.

Three, two, one.

And on the small cross, sir.

On an anchor around your point.

Oh, cross.

Yes, I can see him from here now, sir.

And look, sir.

Isn't that a tricolour flying through a flagstaff at the point there?

It is, Mr. Bush.

That's what I'd be looking for.

That is a fence battery on top of the grid.

Mm, 42 pounds is probably there with a good range.

Fernises, I expect the heating was shot to set ships on fire.

I can never fight that battery on equal terms.

It seems to be a little coasting fleet.

I've heard him a shelter of the guns.

Captain Moise, I heard that.

I'll tell you mental I'd done if you please.

I don't want the red coats of the marines to give us away.

Are you getting close in, sir?

You can see the package around the battery.

Hope you haven't made an open fire now.

Well within range.

If the yard nearer means more danger than getting out if they discover us.

And to lose a master.

And to lose the ship.

Mr. Vincent, hoist the signal MV.

I don't know.

That's what it means, the right thing.

Doesn't seem to mean the wrong thing.

Anyway, sir.

I haven't opened fire.

They're signaling in reply, sir.

I can't read it.

But one of them is a solid tale that we don't view.

Well, the fact that they're applying says they can't be sure.

But in a minute.

They don't far soon.

We'll be too close under their guns for them to reach us.

Mr. Worf, do you see that battery on the cliff?

I saw it there.

Well, you take the long boat.

Mr. Rainer will take the launch.

You will land and stone the battery.

Fire them okay.

Water, essay.

At a bare quarter of a mile off.

You can do it, Mr. Worf.

Back the mains up, sir.

Fire them.

Fire them.

Fire them.

Fire them.

Fire them.

Fire them.

Throw the guns down the cliff, Mr. Worf.

Wreck the battery if you can.

But don't stay a moment long with the message today.

Aye, sir.

We're off now.

Family.

Come here, sir.

Mr. Gerard, put the ship above.

Down with that French flag and send up our own.

All right, sir.

Ah-ha.

I've opened fire and lost.

Hey, kiddo, it's true, sir.

Some were following.

I think.

Thank heaven they're firing at us.

If they hit those boats, we'll be in a pretty fix.

Mr. Gerard, see if your guns can reach the battery.

And be sure they aim carefully.

It's no good unless the abrasions can be swept.

Stalker guns.

Fire the guns, bird.

Steady aim.

Now.

Lift them.

Lift them.

I can see the dust in the cliff.

Your 30 feet too low.

We can only get a few shots through the embers, your sir.

The lumps at their gunners.

That's very quickly, man.

They're firing at our boats, huh?

The rocks.

They've hit the rocks.

Well, no.

There she is again.

She was nearly swamped, but not hit.

They're throwing crap fresh.

The shots must have smashed her portals.

They're safe now, sir.

They're in the south.

Look, sir.

They're landing.

Guns are doing better, too, now.

Life was a hit.

Hanged another.

Right on the embers, yours.

Very good, Mr. Derr.

But you must cease fire now, whilst our men are mounting that cliff.

He fired.

The flex.

The flag is coming down.

The stormy party are holding it down.

They've taken the battery.

Mr. Derr, I'd put the ship about.

I send in the quarterback to take possession of the craft in the bay.

All right, sir.

Quarter by the way.

There's seven crafters, sir.

Find all.

Ah, there goes that crew.

Pulling from the shore.

They're dinghy.

It's like chase all fire on it.

No, let them go.

They're no wish to be buried with prisoners or to damage our prizes.

Mr. Bush's party is topping the guns over, sir.

Look at that one.

Down the cliff like another march.

They've blown the magazine, sir.

At the end of the battery, it lands up.

And there's Mr. Bush up.

I can see him waving his sword.

All right, carry on, Mr. Derr.

I shall go below.

They're shooting well.

That splash wasn't more than a hundred yards of a pot bee

who couldn't shoot well with their advantages.

42 pounders and permanent months, 50 feet above the water,

long-service soldiers to man him.

I've seen him shoot worse all the same.

It's a mile and a half with a yard.

Well, more than that.

I'd say it's very amount.

Nonsense, five.

Good morning, sir.

Your attention, please.

That one.

Masha also won, Mr. Ren and Mr. Hooker.

Of course, the word for them.

Now, will you all use your telescopes and study this space

with care?

That is Mount Cani-Go in the background,

where that spurred of a pinnacle he runs down to the sea

is Cape Chabera.

That is where Spain ends and France begins.

I suppose those White Houses in the center

around the head of the bay are important.

Wrong reserve?

Yes, Mr. Bush.

They seem annoyed.

The ships had flown British colors so close.

Just a little greater course for a night, so long.

Now, gentlemen, take a look at that ship at anchor there.

She's under the protection of the batteries

and either side of the bay.

You can see the batteries by the smoke, sir.

Right, sir.

One to the left, one to the right.

Yes.

Mark them well.

I'm on her mistake, mate.

You, Mr. Jardin, at the battery on the left.

Mr. Ren and the one on the right, Mr. Hooker.

You see how the bay curves?

You must be able to take a boat straight up to that anchor ship tonight.

Oh, is it?

Put the ship on the port, tack, Mr. Bush.

We'll send out the sea now.

The moon rises at one o'clock.

I should take good care to be back in our present position at midnight.

Hi, sir.

The garrison there.

I think we're leaving.

We'll give them a shock later on, sir.

I want this to be a climax to the 24 hours

in which we've taken the brigade melee and destroyed

the Lancer battery, gentlemen.

That ship, sheltering in port boundaries,

is to be cut out and taken tonight.

An hour of dark mission suffice to effect a surprise.

If we're successful, the rising moon will give enough light

to bring out the capture ship.

If we're unsuccessful, we should be able to see the rally and escape.

Mr. Bush, you will remain in charge of this ship.

Sir, please.

Mr. Bush, you may not join the attack.

I shall lead it myself.

It is very dark, but the stars were glowing clearly

and the southern end was stealing landwoods like a ghost.

The crew was resting on the gangways in the Mendeck.

And the subdued voices of their offices called them

they musted silently each division assembling

for its particular duty.

I checked the position of the ship with Bush

and stained my eyes through my nightclass

for the glimpse of the jaw.

Longboat crew here.

Longboat crew here, sir.

You can aid too, Mr. Bush.

My trusted expedition will be as exact as we all take.

For my sake, sir?

Yes.

And taking 250 men.

If we do not return, you will have barely sufficient crew

to navigate the ship to the rendezvous.

Your return, sir, and with the friendship, all the same.

I wish you'd let me go in your place.

Our duty is here, Bush.

See to it.

On the boat, sir.

Hi, sir.

Here's your barge.

Goodbye, sir.

Good luck.

Thank you.

All right.

Move aside, Brian.

I shall sit in the stern.

Are the horses moupled?

Yes, sir.

Keep way there.

Two cutters behind us, Brian.

Right, sir.

Listen, sir.

What's that?

All right.

As I expected.

The fence or railing at guard

run their precious ship.

Ready at the end, sir.

All ready, sir.

I remember, man.

Cold steel.

If any man fires before I do,

I'll shoot him with my own hand.

Keep way.

We're in the harbor now.

Time the long boat and the launch began their attack.

Aha.

Aha.

They're making a bra about it, sir.

My orders, sir.

I want the gun as distracted at the vital moment.

There's the dry boat.

I'm tricked, man.

I believe they cheat, sir.

Keep it up!

They didn't throw him in.

Ship ours.

Follow me, man.

No prisoners throw them overboard.

Wait.

Go ahead, Brian.

Let's fill in the bottom of the boat.

Champ here.

Oh, thank you.

He landed up my right on his face.

I think that's the launch, so we took him by surprise.

They're all dead or unconscious all over the side.

Oh, it's warm work.

Well, they've lost it.

Yes, sir.

Right back into the boat, everyone.

You're next, sir.

It's covered with blood.

Just let me go.

No time to waste. There's nothing.

Come on.

Give way.

Oh, that'll be the cutters.

They've reached the anchor ship.

Pull, man. They'll need our help.

They don't seem to carry the ship at their first rush, sir.

Those musket flashes are steady along their bullocks.

That means the crew are defending her.

Yes.

They must have been awakened of rigged netting

to repulse any surprise attack.

I think now we've prefronted this engage side.

Like one strong pull.

Ship wars.

I take hold there.

Now, all up the side together and give a cheer.

I want them to think we're a big boarding, buddy.

Ready?

Now.

Mr. Longley, you stay with me.

Up with you now.

All right, sir.

The meeting is rigged soon.

It's burnt out for two.

Blast the stuff. It's like being a fly in a wind.

I'll come in with your deck, boy.

Don't just hang there.

Can you...

Can you reach that bit of a disorder?

That bit there.

It may part enough for us to get through.

Hold tight.

Hold on.

The whole lot's coming away.

We'll be in the sea in a minute.

I'm free, sir.

Give me a hand, sir.

I'll do that.

Now.

Sorry, sir.

Are you safe, sir?

Yes, I'm safe in the safe.

Send your gun.

Here comes another ass.

Hey!

Get out of here, you know.

The ship's taken.

You're in there.

Mr. Got four.

Sir.

Cut the cable.

It's Mr. Hooker there.

Let me help you.

I'll get it off for you.

Both crew.

Set sail.

All right, sir.

Up with you, my lads.

Live with you now.

All right, sir.

All right, sir.

All right, sir.

All right, sir.

All right, sir.

All right, sir.

All right, sir.

Up with you, my lads.

Live with you now.

All right, sir.

We're all right.

Now, sir.

Save yourself, congratulations.

There's still time for boats to come from shore with reinforcements.

But if Rayman and Jedi are to fail to take the guns, we'll have a gauntlet to run.

Wrong.

Here, sir.

Yes, sir.

Send up that rocket to let the landing parties know that the ship is taken.

All right, sir.

Loser man's up, sir.

Marge is crew.

First cut is crew.

Then the braces.

And you only take the wheel.

I just starboarded.

I just starboarded.

Calls well, sir.

This breeze off the land will take us out.

Here comes the moon to light us up.

What of the French crew, Mr. Ok?

Killed wounded or captured, sir.

Some jumped over to swim ashore.

What are you going to do?

They're still fighting on land, sir.

Oh, that'll be Jedi and Rayman calling them men off.

Very successful operation.

How's your boats crew, sir?

Well, I haven't checked yet, sir.

But I think the casualties are light.

It was a surprise, and we swamped them.

It's my opinion, I don't know what in places is that.

Excuse me, sir.

There's half a dozen fogs.

I mean, thank you, sir.

With an officer, hiding in the foaxle.

Oh, is that all?

Soon we'll call them, huh?

Oh, wait.

Wait, Ok, follow me.

Mr. Ok?

Your ship is captured and is in my hands.

It's useless to resist.

I call an entrance surrender.

We come.

If we do not surrender here.

Kill them.

Kill them.

Kill them.

Kill them.

Kill them.

I pity, but if they chose to die, I couldn't prevent them.

Bang!

Have the boats crew ready to roam into the southern one.

We shall raise her presently.

Aye, aye, sir.

I'm just glad you're back, sir.

I am with a very handsome prize.

But, sir.

You're wounded.

Don't neck your hand.

Don't fash for Mr. Bush.

I'd like some coffee and...

Rob for all hands.

Immediately, sir.

What's his name?

Good, sir.

Good, sir.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

I'm a man.

Good, sir.

What?

Oh.

Oh, near victory, Mr. Bush.

A ratio hornblower, starring Michael Redgrave, is based on the novels by C. S. Farrister.

Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch.

Produced by Harry Allan Torch.

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