Horatio Hornblower - Horatio Captures A Ship

0:00Close. Hello, Figger. Stand by, let's turn the battery. One broadside, infrared to please, Captain Bush. Point to from target. Link stop, really. Eyes are ready. Fire! Presenting Michael Redgrave as CS foresters in dominole man of the sea, Horatio Hornbloy.

1:49I'm old now, but my past still lives on in memory. And my sluggish blood still stirs within me at the recollection of the problems which faced me as we rode slowly into the maritime port. Sleeping quietly down the river disguised as fishermen was one thing. But to enter this busy port in our home made uniforms as Dutch customs officials, and to plan the stealing of a craft in which we could make our escape to sea was quite another. As we rode, the cows were lay along under the eyes of the dock workers and lunches. My pulse was high and the palms of my hands spitting. I forced myself to remain impassive and to sit with careless ease and assertion sheets. What's that noise yet? Chain gang must bush unloading grain. Military criminals deserve it, I'm sorry. The Germans may be left with no more chance to use galley as they put criminals to work in the dock.

2:53I dare to take the blue ins, underneath that tricolor. On that cutter, your under. It's alright by heaven, Brian. It's a cattle unfaded, but it's the blue ins and rat, right? It's not like the French flaunting their pettid triumphs for months. It's a lovely little ship. Their speed and speedworthiness in those lines must have used each so we should end all together. He'd heard anywhere. Ten guncutter caught by a French Brigitte last year. She's ready for C too. Oh, it hurts! Well take a closer look at her, Brown. There's so long side that key over there. Excuse me, sir, but surely you weren't thinking. I mean, those cutters carry a crew of 60 men. They must have never worked her. I knew that what Bush said was true. And you're more. The history of the Luar, which lay between us and the sea, was tricky in the extreme. For fear of raids, all boys and navigation marks had been removed.

3:57Without a pilot, we could never find our way through 35 miles of shows without going aggrind. Besides, there were batteries at Ann Berff and San Nazaire. Why does I have to like to steal which have end or end? Say, I'll have to England, but the thing was impossible. I walked up the steps of the key and forced myself to swagger. Bush's wooden leg came tapping up behind me. Get that, don't you! I'm passing group of soldiers, saluted my smart uniform on the star of the Legion of Anna, which had been lent to me by the court de Grasse. I stopped and looked at the cutter from the Lambert side. O'Neil Anker watch. Two hands in a master's meet. The rest of the lovers are not sure. Look, sir, here's another medical chip coming in. He's just etching into the king. I'm sure he has. What's the use of all the coastal blockade if nukeful ships can sail in and out with impunity? Wings is officially an uncomfortable, but it's more important than arms in many ways. Hello. He's seven coming ashore from the new arrivals here.

4:59Sir Villan, shall I look at him? It's the pilot, if he... The pilot. I believe I've got an idea. Listen, follow me. I don't say a word, I don't. I'm going to speak to the pilot. One moment, let's hear if you please. I'm a Colonel of customs. I have some questions to ask you. Will you kindly accompany me to my ship for a moment? Yes, we choose your ship, Colonel. Over here. This cutter, Yonder. This way, please. You are a new comrade to this port, I sent you Colonel. I was transferred here yesterday from Amsterdam. Here we are. After you at the Gang Planck, sir. Let's see. The mate of the witch of Endor showed no particular surprise at our arrival. He evidently knew the pilot by sight and my uniform and my assumed confidence deceived him. I told him that I wish to examine one of his charts.

6:00He showed us down the companion to the after cabin without a word. Securing of the two men of the crew took but a moment. The sight of my pistols is enough in itself. Then leaving Bush and Brown to watch the prisoners, I put away my pistols and hurried back to the key. Sergeant, bring your party down to my ship. There's work for the mayor. Yes, Colonel. I'll keep those chains still. And listen, listen. If you'll do what I order, I can set you free. I'll be in end of beatings and slavery. I'm an English officer. I'm going to sail this ship to England. In England you'll be rewarded and the new life will begin for you. I'm going to one fast in your chain. Now sit still. Make no noise until you're told what to do. You're free. Any man moves at his pedal unless he's ordered to do so.

7:28I'm not an impulse which had begun my desperate plan until the chains' layers were freed. Barely 15 minutes had elapsed. Yet in that time, I prospect of escape had increased to a hundredfold. But the greatest pedal still air-head. I had no mind to be taken and shouts as a spy. I said Brown to our little boat which still lay at the key side and he brought back the parcel containing my own clothes. My own uniform coat was sadly crumpled and the gold lace was bent and broken but there was a strange comfort in donning it once again. I was myself again and should we be retaken the wearing of a British naval officer to an equid protectors from the fate of spies. It was time for action again. I took a bit laying again from the rail and walked slowly to where the solid pilot sat on a hatch. I weighed the pin meditatively in my hand. Sir, I desire you to pilot this ship out to sea. But no, I cannot. No, no, no. I might make you keep my portation on you.

8:28No, I know. I can start now. You can give instructions or not as you choose, but this I assure you, my sir. The moment this ship touches ground, I'll beat your head into a pace with its belaying then. I... I... It's definitely waiting, my sir. Brown? Lash him to the rail there. Then we can start harder. Mr. Bush, may I take the tiller if you please? No, then, Brown. Listen, we've got a raw crew. We shall have to put the ropes in their hands. Carst off the ropes. Ah, I see. The push of the tide was swinging the cutter away from the key of the ropes, the carst off and Brown ran briskly among our Richard crew, leading them to the heliards and showing them upon which ropes to haul. At my order, manful and jib rose, sails, flaps, bellied, flaps again. That may feel the cutter chain from a dead to a alive thing. She healed a fraction when I heard the musical chuckle of the water at her bars as her forefoot boubled through the water.

9:31In three strides, I was at the pilot side, belaying pin in hand. Halfward, Monsieur. Keep to the edge. Keep to the edge. Keep to the edge. What do you quite? For to help, Mr. Bush. We're taking the starboard, gentlemen. Later. And, people of that, you must have behind up the lead, Monsieur. It is necessary to dex-ount you. No, I can spare no hand, but you'll have to do your work without sending. And remember, my promise still holds good. I shall have no mercy. Which means, courts, Monsieur, they are tight. Good. That's a good deal, wait. I'll loosen your courts when we are safely at sea off Muammutye and not before. Which is necessary to cost to the other side of the restaurant here. The channels, knuckles on this side, you may have to go about. Somebody go about. The time that you walk with lovers. No, no, there's no lovers. No, l'm in a cellar's eye. There you go, you're finishing. Where did it go, Gary? I think we can do it so hard, sir. She says like a bird. The tide's having two. Very good, Mr. Bush. Ah, yes. She's making a cross.

10:33Well done. I'll never come up a little. Hmm, beautiful. All right, Brian, we shall't need to go about. How's the pilot, sir? He behaving? Yes, absolutely, no. I think the threat of the delay in Britain was more effective than a pistol. No. I wonder if I could have brought myself a club or a helpless man. I don't know. A lot would have depended on it, sir. Yes, all our lives depend on it. I started this venture with the Bush and l was top of nothing to achieve success. We've a long way to go before we're safe. If you'll excuse me, say, sir, this is about the most amazing thing you've even known ever done to re-catch you an English kid. And say that out under the very nose of the frogs. I'd never have a leaded possible. Well, it doesn't go down here, Mr. Bush. Time to keep that firmly in mind. We'll congratulate ourselves when we are safe. Of course, you didn't just stop us, sir. Why, it didn't win over just for... Oh, what's that? It seems to be a little. Brown?

11:33I'll go and see what's up. Oh, they're just standing there. Surely they couldn't have been some crew aboard that we didn't find. Look out, sir. The prisoners below. They stepped their lastings and they're trying to attack the attention by waving and yelling through the portals. But can I take some men to deal with them, sir? Well, not been as is, Ellie Brown, unless my ears have mistaken their coming to us. There's something to say for us. They've got the way they were tied up. Men, aren't themselves those who have ever been found and make no more noise than his necessary? Unless these prisoners are overpowered, we are lost. You will go back to slavery or death. Mr. Bush, remain with the killer. Try and take my prisoners, as you use my sword. Oh, my boy, with your hand! Look, he's not found!

13:00I took no part in the fight, but stood beside Bush with drawn sword. Had the killer been wren to him and the cut of beats we should indeed have been lost. But my participation was not necessary. We can rest it as our chain gang grew worse. They've dimmed the hope of freedom, and were prepared to fight to the death of a retainer. With playing pins and bare fists, I fell upon the four attackers and the struggle was free. This time, I personally supervised the tying up of the men and had them laid out on deck where they could be watched. Then all hands were sent back to stations, and I run down the estuary to the sea and freedom continued as the night closed down. The Couch it, sir. I was afraid of that. What a wind's dire with a dawn here. God make us where we are in this mist. I expect the sun of care when it comes up, doesn't they?

14:01That's why I'm mutier to port, and the mainlanders will stern that. I caught a glimpse of the Semicore station ten minutes ago. Only the wind had held for half an hour more. We should have been safe. That pilot looks in pretty bad shape, sir. Well, so do you, Mr. Bush. It's 24 hours since any of us had any sleep come to that. However, now I'll keep my promise and cut him loose. There. Your freezer. Oh, my arms! My legs! Sit down on the deck and rub him. You'll feel better, President. He's no good, sir. I can't hold the course. There's no breeze at all. Blast. The tidal drifter's here under the big gun. Run! Make up those slaves on deck there. Set them to work with the sweeps. Aye, stop. Here. You. Come here. Come here. Come here. Come on, right beside me. Come on, you're going to help me to train this gun. What's for sure?

15:01My arm, you're all new. I cannot fight that my fellow countrymen. The boat's have the kindness to toss me that beling. No, no, no, no, no, no. What am I to do? I'll lay hold of that train, Jackal. Come on. Now. Come on, run away. It's you. Oh, beauty, Bocher. Nearly got him. Right above my knee, old. Weep to ready now, sir. Very good, Mr. Bocher. Lay a course over there. I can keep that leading boat under fire. Aye, aye, sir. I'm pursuing boats. Creeping over the sea. You showed no sign of being dismayed by my foreign partner. They were big ones, carrying at least 50 men each. If only one and ranged alongside, it would be the end of us. The leading boat went under course which could cut ours, perhaps a mile ahead. I fired again and again, working at the gun till my shirt stuck to me with sweat. The powder grains irritated my skin. But I could see no result. You must have hit that time, sir.

16:02I didn't see any splash in the shot. Oh, growing as hard as ever. Good heavens. This is possible that a six pounder can have no effect. I told you so, sir. Look, a cheese thingy round. A-ha. Cheese stick it into the others. Cheese stick it, sir. The variation in each ball, each chart of powder. Made it impossible to fire two shots alike. I kept good news on it. I felt that my back and heart would break. The monotonous creek of a sweep and the chanting of Brian continued like us. Merged accompaniment. Now the second boat turned and began to rush under double bank doors, faith for our ship. I stared to the gunside, stated its fires. Check the lanyard and fired. Even as I watched the bios of the boat opened like a fan. The shot and struck her right on the stem at water level.

17:04A bios lifted as the straight, spread wide. Then fell again. The water poured in, done all bebe. I think they had enough to. The last boat is turning away to pick up the survivors. Thank them. The second part of fighting that damn popcorn. Ah, probably use a bow and arrow. Come on, pull her. We're not on the danger yet. Come on, pull her. Come on, pull her. Come on, pull her. Come on, pull her. Come on, pull her. Come on, pull her.

18:04Come on, pull her. Come on, pull her. We've been on for hundreds of years since we had a bracer. But we're making progress, Mr. Bush. The mainland is lost now, and now when Warmutje is far behind, you think we're safe now, sir? No, we're far from safe. Aking in every bone and dizzy with lack of sleep, I moved and spoke as I was in a dream. Somewhere to the northwest, I knew lay the British fleet, which maintained the land-seeking watch over breast. I had laid the cutter on a course which would take us out to the fleet eventually, or if we missed the fleet and found a wind, I could sail our right-run to England. And as straight in English captain, re-taking a captain ship of war practically single-handed, and fighting his way out of a French port to bring her home. There's never been anything like it, sir. Never will be again.

19:04But I was not listening. The mention of England had renewed all my old death and fears. If I returned, I must stand my trial for the loss of the sovereign. If I were fine guilty of not having done my utmost in the presence of the enemy, there was only one penalty, death. And then, a blaze, a blaze by thunder, say, I didn't mean to. Only a whisper would a blaze. One, two, three, a blaze. That's when I thought, all hands for the hellage, set every step and sailor. We're bound for England. Brrrr! A ratio hornblower starting Michael Redgrave is based on the novels by C.S.

20:06The music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch produced by Harry Allan Tars.