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Call all hands, beat the quarters.

Another figure, standby, this terrible battery.

One broad side into it, please, Captain Bush.

Point as on target.

Rim stops ready.

Eyes more, Heidi!

Fire!

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

Many years have passed since that terrible day when the probability of death and defeat stared me in my face.

But I can close my eyes even now and feel again that exhaustion and faintness that I dare not let any man see.

It was a nightmare pause in a nightmare battle,

two partially disabled ships drifting rapidly apart,

and each with no purpose done to patch its wounds and to turn to destroy the other.

I can see the Nativity had again, now the scores cleared in sir.

How does she bear?

About two points on the starboard pizza.

Ah, there.

Oh, two.

It's a bit lopsided without her foremost.

Hmm, since there may be no attempts as yet to reckon you one.

Well, as soon as we can get it and sail off,

so as we can beat the wind over, we'll have it at our mercy.

We must try and do it before nightfall, Mr. Bushin.

And all we may lose are altogether in the dark.

And, uh, now what's this?

It's the funeral party, sir.

Oh.

They're already going out there.

Uh-huh.

How many?

Fourteen, sir.

Very well.

Mr. Bush, I have all hands up with it, but remain where they are.

I intend no disrespect to the dead,

but this said I'm going to be swift or the living may be invented.

Aye, aye, sir.

We therefore commit their bodies to the deep.

I think we checked the leaks, now, sir, to say this bothered

under the bottom and cease to behold it.

I've been able to release all but 20 men from the pumps.

Sure.

Everything ready now for hoisting the mast.

Already, sir?

All right.

Now, Mr. Bushin, it's important that nobody should all

or carry out any movement except my orders.

I was threatening you with the pitching of the ship

to help in the raising of the mast.

And if any man acts without my orders, I'll have him flunk.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hence the windless and subjelare the ten to those wings.

Aye, aye, sir.

The gallbladder.

In the missing ten, slide it out.

Never fear it, the rope will slip all the marshes.

If the jips away from that stump,

you'll sweep the deck of the brutes off.

You trust the oath, man.

We know what he's doing over.

Aye, sir.

We just want to go there.

Oh, no!

I saw that!

Easy!

Of course, hoisting!

See that?

Liberty, old man, he has the bowed wind up.

Show he up the marshes.

He did wind the bowed drop.

He lays off.

Oh, nice, darn, that is.

Aye, but I'm not making all mistakes.

The whole world might have mistakes.

I'll never see him in my life, yet.

Oh, then he looked on it out.

There, water!

Indeed, by the time the long and dangerous

struggle with the marshes over

and it stood vertical at last,

while the men fished it firmly to the stump of the old mism,

I was sick with weirdness.

I'd been on my court a day for over eight hours

with neither rest nor food,

through the stress and labor of the battle.

I was beginning to find a difficult

to concentrate upon anything,

so that bush had spoken twice

before I could force myself to listen.

I think that it's a magnificent thing to work.

If you'd allow me to say so, sir.

Shall I send up the cop must and yachts now, sir?

I fear that it'll be useless

to attempt to carry on the canvas

in this wind and streams the bush,

and then the privy dad is barely inside,

no?

Just a smudge on the horizon, sir.

He does not put the yachts over a new

and the action to the wind takes off of it.

Yes, I cannot imagine the admiral

accepting that statement in a report,

but it's true enough, sir,

where bad did not develop,

and the weather's too rough to carry on the fight.

Nevertheless, the report would be received

with pitting smiles, Mr. Bush's.

The excuse is too old,

like the uncharted rock,

which always causes a wreck.

The admiral takes 10,000 miles away

and they can't judge the strength of his storm.

If even though I should be accused

of cowardice, there's nothing I can do

until the weather moderates,

though, sir, there's nothing.

But in that case, sir,

why not take a rest?

You look mortally tired, sir.

You think you do.

Well, let this end and have a burst

creed off you in the wardrobe.

It'll stick to Mr. Bush.

If you need a rest,

dismiss the starboard watch and go below and turn in.

Finally, enemies inside, I shall stay on deck.

But, sir, I beg your pardon, Mr. Bush.

Good fellow, Bush, but a fool,

a sentimental fool.

It treats me like an old woman, if I'd let him.

I don't know how Lady Barber is getting on that.

Oh, come to find it.

Yes, I do do it if it's too early.

Now, can't anybody leave me alone?

Well, Paul, we don't want you work.

Well, I've been to attend to the lady, sir.

I screamed over a bit of your all-up for, is that?

Your all-up.

But the wounded are in there.

Well, that's mostly quiet.

Now, sir, ma'am.

Well, I couldn't leave with my cable here.

I'm stronger, I'm a forum.

She's...

She knicked into it like a bird, sir.

Took a bit of a grub, too, and...

Gloss of wine, she did.

Oh, very good, Father.

Well, now, it stands to reason, sir.

A frigate in the sea like this, and...

That's like a lot before we've had it.

Well, it's a bit rough on an eyeball, lady.

This could find herself to fax and keep her opinions,

there's an eyeball wheel.

The high-born lady joined this ship of her own free will,

knowing that she was about to go into action.

Hi, sir.

Now, I don't use that.

Here's some dry clothes, and a chestnut store room.

For you, the last broadside, dumps ridding your cabin.

I don't want any dry clothes.

Oh, of course you don't, sir.

I wouldn't suggest it, except in...

Well, if your pig's cold, sir.

You won't be fit when they catch it up within the pivoted.

Will it change up here, sir, or come below?

No, no, no, look.

If I just slash this year, I'm a chair to the reins, sir.

You could sit there when you've changed,

and have this biscuit in your arm, couldn't you, sir?

And this year, boat-cloco will keep some of the spray off here.

But you wouldn't have to leave the deck.

Oh, well, you presume to give me orders.

Order, sir?

Me?

I hope so knows my place, sir.

It's all right, Mr. Boyce, sir.

You can turn in now.

Captain's in his chair and sleeping like a daddy, sir.

He he he.

Good heavens, I must have dosed off.

What time is it, I wonder?

Impossible, it's off the midnight.

As black as the Earl of Hell's riding boots.

Hmm. Feels to me as though the weather's improving.

Let's have a look at the vehicle.

Ah, Mr. Boyce, we've been shifting subtly and moderately, sir.

I wish there was a bit of starlight even.

I can't see a thing.

But if it had might be twenty miles away,

there were only two hundred yards.

So that's as close as she was going away to Lillard Bradford.

And we lost her.

God, I can't get it out of all that affairs you need.

In this weather?

What do you think she'll do there?

That fellow Crespo commands her to know full.

I believe he'll try to avoid us until he can get him to the gulf of Fun Seeker

and read that he'd like us to follow him into the gulf.

So he'd have the advantage of the shore batteries as well.

But he can't make much say in his triple condition, sir.

But he knew he could, so when he's wrong, forget it to the gulf.

And observe that fact, Mr. Bush.

I believe he'll reach far out to sea and close out with as far as he can.

I shall return to my chair until daylight

and attempt to work out what he'd like there to be his position at dawn.

Oh, yeah, I sure.

Morning, sir.

She's going down far, sir.

And the wind's taken off.

So will be up in ten minutes.

Yes.

Who makes that little business?

Bush, here is the course you want to sail.

But as I gave the course, I knew that it was sheer guesswork.

Every yard I sailed might be away from my favorite dad,

while she, how he had to save it.

My heart was heavy with misgiving.

But I knew that if I had failed, there would be many who would attribute that failure

to incompetence or cowardice.

.

.

.

As the sun lifted over the horizon,

I paced the quarter deck with every appearance of unconcerned.

Determined not to allow anyone to guess of the doubts and fears which are tormented there.

When the lights should be sufficient for the mast head look out to scam a horizon,

I might be justified or rude enough.

And even my resolution to remain calm must have wavered when my gloomy thoughts

could pierce by a mild cry from a loft.

We found her, sir. We found her. You are right against her.

Look, sir. You can see her from here with the glass. Get ahead.

Ah, she's coming around, sir. She's running away.

As Crespo wishes to post for an action, he prefers discretion to her works

and quite rightly, Mr. Bush, however,

said every stitch we can carry, send the hands to breakfast.

If we engage, there's no telling when they'll eat again, available.

Aye, high, sir. And scumbag force.

We're gaining, sir. She'll not again away this time.

We'll blow her right out of the water.

Never underestimate your opponent, Mr. Bush.

Those 24 pounds of hers are heavy metal.

We have a sip which is leaking like a sieve, as it makes it rigged under 64 men short.

And our firing force is far inferior to earth.

You think the wind's going to hose her? Seems to me as if the sun swallowed it.

Oh, I'm getting mighty hot, too.

If we just are luck to lose the wind now.

I can't trip at any more.

Hi, you at the wheel.

Her hair's small last year.

I can't trip in Japan, ringing of wind.

Jammy, he's right. The wind's gone, sir.

I never let sky. It's like brass.

I did not get calm and well out of range.

We will tow with the boat.

I have the launch and cutter hoisted out.

Boat today. Cossets crew, launchers crew.

Oh, then, man.

You've got a hard task, but it must be done.

You've got a pull.

Pull till your muscles crack in your hands burst.

I get your calls up and pull naked.

I'll have you relieved in an hour.

Now.

All together, I give way.

Look at that, Mr. Jettles.

That puffer spoke from the Tavitai.

Yes, you carry two long eighteens off.

We're going to run the gauntlet of those for the next hour.

That was nearer.

That pretty yacht of our stop at quarter.

Mr. Jettles, ask Mr. Marsh to see what he can do with the long nine on our focus.

I know it's not much use, but to cheer the member feel that we're applying.

Rise up. Please, ready and waiting.

Very good, Mr. Marsh.

Show them some shooting.

Dead by a gun, sir.

Give me the radio.

Two cable lenses, out of that.

Very good. Try again.

Here comes some more bullets.

That one got us just above the waterline, followed.

Oh, well done, Mr. Marsh, right alongside her.

Hello, what do you have to do, sir?

About to put the house around.

Yes, Mr. Bush, we still now have 25 guns trained on us instead of two.

She's positioning for the broadside.

Please, we'll have some pebbles about our years in our long lives.

Let some, the Englishman, don't care.

There, about shooting.

Not more than two hits.

Mr. Galbrake, at that main gun at the stage, vice-directly.

Mr. Bush, what distance could you, would you say to us now?

Or three parts of a mile, I'd say, sir?

So, I think I fear our counternights will not be effective at that.

These reliefable screws and see a freshman can pull us nearer.

It was intolerable, they're hot.

The smell of pitch from the deck seems a bitter tang of powder

and the smell of the blood from the wounded.

Combined with my fatigue and anxiety to make me feel deadly sick.

I fear to disgrace myself by being sick in front of a man.

They, too, no longer joked at the guns.

They were beginning to sulk on the punishment.

What was the bad sign?

Sullivan!

Sir, yes, Sullivan.

You, your fiddle?

I, sir, I have, I have it.

When we'll have a hornpipe.

Ben'skin, holl, macaboy.

A hornpipe for me to be on the Guinea for the man that does his best.

On my words, Mr. Jellert,

this will be a tale, told and re-told in years to come.

How kept it more, bro?

Had he hit toad in the action?

With hornpipes being jostled and made it.

The note is censored.

A shot smashed it to pieces.

I'll pick her survivors up quickly to see if it's full of sharks.

Turn over the hill.

Turn over the deer, sir.

Oh, I'm the deer.

Oh, I'm the deer.

Now, Mr. Jellert, we should begin the swing run.

You may open fire first as your guns were.

Thank you, sir.

And talk your locks there.

Take the line.

Get over all the heads and bring them to them.

Sir, the captain orbler has served Mr. Hull sent me.

Yes, well.

Stop it, sir.

Train pump.

He's not pulled to pieces.

Oh, my boy.

Well, he's thinking another one, sir, but it'll be an arm before it works.

He told me to take him to the waters, gaining a little something.

Very well.

Please, sir.

There was 14 men all know to smash at the pump.

A lot of them, sir.

I see one man, too.

Tell no, boy.

I'm back to Mr. Hull and tell him captain is sure that he will do his best.

Oh, I see.

There's too much smoke missing, probably.

But it's my belief.

We've hit a hard job.

Confirm this smoke is like being in a fog.

Ah, careful.

What is it?

I think I can feel a very like airplane.

Yes, I believe there is.

Ah, look at that.

Look.

A smoke blowing away, sir.

Ooh.

Just look at the certificate.

Oh, she's all right.

There's only others in mass standing.

Really no longer like a date.

A little bit of a great hole in her side.

They drink a boat that it is the world there.

She's low in the water, but she's still fighting by heaven.

Ah, look.

We'll be honest with you.

The closer we are, the quicker we finish it.

And stand by for two quarters.

Oh, but get an eight stone with three shots.

Look at them.

Look at them.

Look at them.

They go into tight borders.

Hell.

Here they go.

Elements.

Fire.

Hello.

Well, I'm cleaned!

A thousand muskafloves market was.

She fleeced.

No food.

A serious fire.

A fire.

The curse for a horribly.

Well, is her under?

Never!

I sleep on the 15 inch.

You must remember.

You've done all that brave men can do.

Yes, sir. You're fool. You're sips on fire.

Surrender while you're champs.

Man's mad, Mr. Bush, with a call-up, a week of cat fire, too.

Band of lasers, sir.

Oh, sir.

Five, hebser.

Look at those flames.

Each fire of itself.

I think not, Mr. Bush, it was our guns at point length range.

You'll burn that fire.

Oh, he's sinking.

He's going down.

Oh, he's gone.

I have managed as though she'd never been.

You will join me in a salute to a very gallant enemy, Mr. Bush.

Horatio Hornblower, starring Michael Redgrave,

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

Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch.

Produced by Harry Allen Towers.