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It is covered better.

One broadside.

In order to please, captain Boosh.

Point of some target.

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Is that a Michael Redgrave, as see as far as there's an indomitable man of the sea,

Horatio Hornblore?

A man looks back sometimes and tells himself that it was such and such a time that he

changed that he grew, that he shaped himself into what he was to be for ever after.

With me, that time was in the weeks following the death of Captain Sawyer, the men of war

renown.

I was only fifth lieutenant aboard our ship and I didn't know then that I was making myself

into a man who might someday be worthy of a command.

Mr. Hornblore, did you think my talk with the men had an effect?

It may be too early to tell sir.

But what was your impression?

What sir?

Your talk was really divided into two parts and first the announcement of the captain's death,

which of course was your idea, Mr. Hornblore.

Mine, sir.

Yes.

You remember here in the wardrobe, I said it would cause unrest when this news got about him

and the men and that's when you spoke up.

You said, wouldn't it be best to get them all together and tell them immediately before wild rumours?

Oh, yes I did say that, but of course I felt that that was what you were about to suggest

to yourself.

It followed so much so logically on your own thought that we couldn't chance unrest.

You thought I was about to say it?

Yes, sir.

Yes, but you didn't wait for me to say it.

I'm sorry, sir.

You weren't by any chance on trying to tell me how to run this ship?

No, sir.

Naturally not.

I shouldn't allow that, you know.

Well, of course not, sir.

I'm in command here.

Yes, sir.

And on the other hand, Mr. Hornblower, we all know that I've not had a command before

and I hope I'll not be so obstinators, not to listen to the ideas of my officers.

There's an other matter.

Rather a serious thing.

What is it, sir?

Well, nothing.

There was something on my mind and momentarily I thought I'd discuss it, but never mind.

I'll make the decision myself.

That will be all, Mr. Hornblower.

Mr. Hornblower, yes, sir.

What do you think number one will do?

By what, sir?

You know what?

Down in the captain's desk or the captain's papers.

And among those papers, the secret orders under which we sailed.

What do you suppose those orders are?

Well, so they may be just routine orders directing us to join Admiral Bickerton's squadron.

Oh, maybe.

Or they might be.

Or just to sail on detached service on some secret mission.

Something dangerous possibly.

What's Mr. Buckland likely to do, eh?

I know what I'd do, sir.

Where?

I'd open those orders immediately.

Or it's easy enough for you or me to say, but Buckland hasn't got a captain's commission.

And those orders aren't for the eyes of a mere lieutenant.

Is Master of the Ship Busch?

Oh, I know, sir.

By accident, that's all.

You can take the ship into Antigua.

There's probably some junior captain there who can take over there.

Do that, and Mrs. Chance to be Master?

Well, if he doesn't go to Antigua, you'll have to read the secret orders.

And if he does that, he could be reprimanded for his presumption.

Possibly, but if he puts into Antigua and then has to beat back the Windward,

the Lords of the Admiral, they'll wrap his knuckles hard.

Or whichever he does, it's chancey.

Very chancey, isn't it?

I know.

Well, I wouldn't want to be in Buckland shoes.

I would.

What?

It's the chance of a command.

The chance of detached service.

Don't you see?

Oh, you're a rum-cold, Mr. Hornbler.

Yes, sir, Mr. Buschere.

I expect I am.

The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to talk to Buckland about those sealed orders.

But a fifth lieutenant, fourth, now that the captain was dead,

cannot bring up such things without being asked.

There was attention and excitement within me that cried out

to have the secret orders opened.

I found that I couldn't contemplate the idea of putting into port

without some disgust at the weakness of such a course.

It was Buckland, however, that sent from me later that same day.

I have a decision to make, Hornbler.

Sir, if I can help you in any way, sir?

Oh, I can discuss it with you if you understand my position.

That it's my decision and all that.

I quite understand that, sir.

Well, then, Hornbler, it's about the sealed orders.

I haven't opened them.

I thought not, sir.

I'm not sure whether I should.

Would you like an opinion, sir?

Just an opinion, of course, yes.

I think you should open them, sir.

It might get me into trouble.

It might get you into trouble, not to.

Antigua is not far away.

That's quite true, sir.

I could go there directly.

I could have a higher official open the papers

or a junior master assigned to the ship over me.

Exactly, sir.

What do you mean?

I mean, sir, that you have some right to think of yourself.

This ship is yours to command, huh?

If you put into Antigua, someone else may be put in command

and you would lose a great opportunity.

But if that's what the Lords of the Admiral did, it would want.

It's a Lords of the Admiral, but he said it would be very much impressed.

I should think if you opened the orders and carried out whatever

is the ship's mission successfully and with this patch,

you think, sir?

I do, sir.

I believe that the Lords of the Admiralty

life officers who display initiative.

Initiative?

Yes.

You think it would be all right, Hornblur?

I think it is a great opportunity, sir.

By kelvin, I'll do it.

I've made my decision, Mr. Hornblur.

I congratulate you, sir.

Hello, Mr. Hornblur.

I'm Scarborough, tell him for some.

Hello, Mr. Hornblur.

Look.

Look there.

It's just a flying fish.

Yes, and there's another.

Such excitement over a flying fish.

I never saw one before.

You'll see Kenji on and before this voyage is over.

Yeah.

That depends on what we're headed for.

Or imagine number one, Lord, us to put into Antigua.

I don't think you-

Look, there's Mr. Robert.

What, I've seen him before?

Yes, but he's been below with Buckland.

Is this a reason for such excitement?

What's the matter, Mr. Hornblur?

There's a Robert.

There's Robert, sir.

Oh, there you are, Hornblur.

You'll know about this thing, don't you?

Yes, sir.

What thing?

He's the owner of some secret.

Number one was going to open the secret orders.

What?

He's done it.

He's read them?

As far as I know?

Yes.

What did they say?

They were secret orders.

If Mr. Buckland had taken me into his conference,

I still could not tell you, true enough.

So, where now I'm the wiser?

There's Mr. Buckland now on the bridge.

We don't know.

I want to know.

Because my soul, you still expect to know what lies in store for you?

You've been at war since 93.

Nearly 10 years of it.

Mr. Weston is today.

Halifax tomorrow.

Your bay orders.

Helmily.

Let go and haul.

A belliful of grape rolls.

Champagne and a captured flagship.

Who cares?

We draw our four-shellinger day.

Rain all shine.

Mr. Carbury.

Mr. Buckland passing away.

Mr. Carbury.

You must must so, excuse me.

No.

Now you could earn your four-shellinger day, Carbury.

A change in course.

I'll wait you're a week's pay.

It means a change in course.

No takers.

Listen.

Officer in the watch.

Sir.

We're ordering course two points.

Steers our west.

Eyes up.

Course our west.

Mr. Rabbit.

Fight the hands to the braces.

Well, gentlemen.

You heard me.

We're ordering our course.

Bonser.

Could you tell us our mission, sir?

Not our mission.

That is still secret, Mr. Hornblur.

Hey, good sir.

But I'll tell you where we're bound.

Mr. Carbury knows already.

Where, sir?

Santo Domingo.

Scotsman's base.

Santo Domingo.

It's Tanyola.

Fiji.

That means Fiji.

Santo Domingo.

Fiji.

It's Tanyola.

Three names for the same island.

Fiji.

That's where the natives are in rebellion.

Yes, Mr. Hornblur.

That's where the natives are in rebellion.

It takes well as we came inside of the low mountains of Santo Domingo.

Up on the quarter deck, Buckland peered through his telescope at the land.

Bush and I stood all over the slip and slid on the rolling deck, waiting to see what Buckland might decide to do.

Bush has always was placid, calm, patient.

I was filled with attention that had been with me for so many days,

though I do have to confess that some of it was just playing all the new seasickness.

Feeling the role of the ship Mr. Hornblur?

I am.

Well, but wouldn't be a little seasick.

Oh, how she does roll, Mr. Bush.

I feel all right.

Well, you always do.

What's Buckland doing up there?

Can't he make up his mind?

Well, he has to see how the land lies.

How much more does he want to see?

There are the Spanish colours flying on the fort up there.

Everybody on shore knows by now that a ship of the line is prying about.

Well, we had to pull in here.

Yes, but...

But you'd think we went at war with the Spanish,

the way we've come in so openly.

Those dawns in there won't have to be very clever,

to guess that we're not here on a yachting trip.

Now they've all the time they need to be ready to receive us.

Oh, what else could Buckland have done?

Well, he could have come in in the dark with the sea breeze.

Yes, he could.

But if the dawns couldn't see us in the dark,

we couldn't see their might.

Well, nothing.

I mean, come in with landing, but he's ready.

Then a dawn put them ashore.

Storm the place before the dawns knew there was any danger.

You know something, Mr. Hornblur?

What, sir?

You seem to want danger.

Oh, perhaps?

I'm not sure.

Well, maybe you just want a command.

I don't know what to mean by that, sir.

Nothing offensive.

I was just thinking about you, that's all.

Ever since the captain died,

you've been putting yourself in Buckland's place.

Thinking what you do if you found yourself in command?

Well, it's natural, isn't it, sir?

For you, perhaps?

Well, I'd have thought...

Hello.

Hello, we're putting about.

Here we are.

What now?

I have to see you while Buckland thinks out what he's seen.

I suppose it's Mr. Hornblur.

You'll feel better when me and Adam just swell.

Better in one way, perhaps.

But I wouldn't mind the sea sickness of people going into action

and not running away to think about it.

What a farie, sir.

Farie, tell me.

Quite the opposite, sir.

I wish...

No.

I wish for too much, I suppose.

You wish for action.

You're going to get it, you know.

I imagine, sir.

We'll pull him to attack that fort.

Then we'll see how you behave yourself.

Mr. Hornblur.

Mr. Bush, sir.

Mr. Buckland's government's a piece to run your guns out.

Courage!

Up porch!

Up porch!

Mr. Bush, sir.

Mr. Buckland's government's in will you try to arrange

you shot at the shore, Baptist, when your gun's rough.

Very well.

Mr. Hornblur.

Yes, sir.

They probably have batteries on both sides of the house.

Yes, sir.

Oh, Mr. Bush, yes.

Look over there.

No, no, no.

Over in the direction of that point of land.

I see the point.

You see the smoke.

They're heating shot.

I guess, eh?

The fort's so far from us.

They're firing on this side, too, sir.

So they are.

We'll be caught in a crossfire in a minute.

That's what you want, Mr. Hornblur.

Action, eh?

Yes, sir.

Sir.

Yes?

I might just reach the battery on this side now, sir.

Now, this is the time to fire.

See you at Mr. Hornblur.

All right, man.

First of all, ready?

Fire!

Second of the run.

Ready?

Fire!

Did you hit?

Ah, I don't think so, sir.

They're answering us now.

Forward in, sir.

All right, to listen, Captain.

Once again.

First of all, ready?

Fire!

Second of the run.

Fire!

Did you get a hit?

Yes.

Look out.

Look, sir.

Don't move.

I need to go.

Run, run, run.

Run, run, run!

Run, run, run, run.

That was iron, look to them.

Hey, I told them.

Mr. Bush, sir, where the fire?

What?

That was hot shot.

Look, the deck's molding.

Fire bucket here.

Fire bucket?

Mr. Bush.

Mr. Bush.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Buckland, sir.

How do you put out this fire?

If you could express a moment from top deck, sir.

We can't.

There's a fire there, too.

I'll do my best, yes, sir.

You, man.

Look, sir, for those firemen.

Is he even worse on top deck?

What do you think, Mr. Bush?

Well, we'll never get these fires out, sir,

as long as we're in range of their guns.

We can't spare enough men.

As the chance they may hit us again

with their blasted hot shots.

I know, I know.

That's why I've had to give orders.

We're going to put a mountain runner out to sea.

I'm sorry, sir.

What's that?

Oh, no, no, no, no, no.

We run aground.

Keep back this fire.

And you, Mr. Hornblower, keep firing.

I'll go to the top side and see if we can get her off.

Hurry, hurry, hurry.

Ready?

Fire.

Second position.

Ready.

Fire.

Load again.

Mr. Bush, can I help while I'm loading?

No, thanks.

I'm going for it now.

Yes, you can, you can feel the ship's trailing.

When's high water?

High water?

Not for over an hour, I judge.

Well, we'll never get her off till then.

By then, it'll be too late.

It seems though.

You, man, are you ready?

First return.

Fire.

Second position.

Fire.

Mr. Bush, Mr. Bush, what is this?

You don't notice any movement while I fire a gun, sir?

No, only the jar.

Well, it's the jar.

I mean, the whole deck lifts under it, so it does.

Well, I could fire all my guns at once,

and that might break the suction, sir.

By Joe, if it might, it might indeed.

All right.

Falling stock's going.

All right.

Ten.

One.

Two.

Three.

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

What a shoot!

It was easy, then, as we put about,

and set out to see to get the shipboard fires under control.

And finally, the last of them was out.

We failed, now, mission.

So far?

So far?

There's nothing more to do, but...

...continue on to Antigua.

I wouldn't want to be in poor old Buckland shoes.

Not in your own account, then.

I'm sorry for Buckland.

You wouldn't want to be in his shoes?

I would.

Your incorrigible archimist home, Lear.

What do you mean?

You've seen before you'd like to be in Buckland's place.

That was before he opened the sealed orders.

You'd open them in a minute, you said.

Well, he did.

And look what it's got him.

It's got him the opportunity of a lifetime.

You, you mean?

Aye.

Certainly.

You saved the ship, you know.

Everyone knows this.

If you hadn't had that idea about firing all your guns at once,

we'd have stayed there on the shows,

and, well, by now, we'd all be dead, or prisoners of the guns.

Thank you, Wombler.

Oh, Wombler.

But just because you feel good about having done well yourself,

you shouldn't be blinded to the fact that poor Buckland is going to get his knuckles wrapped.

So don't you see there's no necessity for that?

We turned tail, we retreated, we were a fire.

We were apparently limping back to some home port.

The dons must be relaxed.

They don't expect us back.

Nor will we go back.

Yes, but we should.

Under cover of darkness this time.

Oh, what an opportunity for Buckland.

Wombler.

The better I get to know you, the more I stand amazed.

Horatio Hohenblower, starring Michael Redgrave,

is based on the novels by C. S. Furnister.

Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch.

Produced by Harry Allen Torres.

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