Horatio Hornblower - Napoleon Is Defeated

Call all hands, beat the quarters.

Stand by, let's tell him it better.

One broadside in order to please Captain Bush.

Point as on target.

Lin's top's ready.

Fire is on, ready!

Fire!

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

Fire is on!

Fire is on!

Fire is on!

Fire is on!

Even now, so long afterwards, it's difficult to see how I could have acted otherwise them

as I did. I was still a naval officer, and it was my duty to have the enemy of my country

as far as lay within my power. Yet this pitiful little guerrilla war of mine and the forests

and the valleys of the upper Lovaya was obviously a losing battle. As we plodded through the

solemn heat over the forest track, I felt that the end was near. Of our gallant army,

there were only 30 men and two women left, and the men that was exhausted and dispirited

as myself. For issue, your feet are so blistered, you can hardly walk. Why do you not take

my office? Oh, why? Oh, no, my friend, Miss Silicone. You're more exhausted than I am.

I am younger. Besides, it's not fitting that the kings that end in general should

wobble through the forest like a woodcutter. Who's time, John, though? Where's the

tracks, sir? Art-Wan, one of the advanced guards. He's pointing. What is this, Art-Wan?

Oh, I can see it. It's a present I hang from a tree. He's a black hat, and he's chased.

It is a proclamation by General Closem, calling on all Frenchmen of the Nivermer to rally

to Bonaparte. It's worse. Don't know if that the men read it. It offers pardon and freedom

to any who desert the king's cause. I'm afraid they already know my friend. They found

a similar proclamation while we were ahead yesterday. The amnesty last for three more days,

after which any rebels will be shot at sight. Any village offering us help will be burned,

and it's in habitant shot. Now, somehow we must keep them together for three more days.

After that, they will fight for their lives. Are you and I, Mr. Laconte included in the

amnesty? We are expressly excluded. The last sentence reads, exceptions to the amnesty

are the Conte de Grasse, his daughter-in-law, the Vicente de Grasse, and the Englishman known

as Lord Hombler, who is required to pay for a life of crime.

I forced my aching feet to quicken the stride to catch up, Mavie. She was a vastly different

Mavie from the happy young Vicente who had laughed and loved with me at the shuttle de Grasse.

She had torn off her hair with a knife. She was wet with sweat and speak with dirt. She

carried a musket sling across her back. Yet, when she had insisted on joining us, she had

claimed to be as good as any man, and she had fulfilled that boast. She was still

fresher and more determined than many of the men.

Before it begins by those trees, he took a ledge under the surface, but I feel it is too

deep or ready. I will take the house horse and tie it.

Here, let me tie my down. Here, this is no choice for lighting.

I am a lady no longer. I am a soldier of the king. It helped me into my sadness. My

habit is in the way. Do as she says, Brahm. Aram is fresher than me and the good rider.

Good luck, Mavie.

Oh, I am sorry. The river is impossible. But if lucky the horse was strong enough to swim

ashore, I could not have fought a carriage. I did not wish to try, but it would have been

useless to argue with you, Marybeth. Well, there is nothing to do but follow the river

until we find a boat. We cannot stay here. Very well, man, then. It is here we say goodbye.

You are not leaving us? How are you, sir? No, I am not leaving you. You are leaving me.

Your life is the same. You have all read to us ends proclamations. But my down and the

content, and I must go on for the long we must. And we would still go on even if we need

not. But we shall return, remember us, when you are in your homes.

One day we shall call on you again to trust on the tyrant. And now, one last cheer for the king.

Give little one. Give little one, give little one.

Though I tried to keep the parting on a same level, I knew in my bones that we were going

to die. My heart, his task, was to force Brown to leave his wife. It was the only way to

save her, and in the end he vibed to the inevitable, with many oaths to return. But

Marie could not stay. My life was forfeit. She must come with us, even my death may at the end

of the ride. Marie, the count is almost to the end of his tabour. I must make plans.

Think how to escape her. What is the position? Is there a column close to us?

As I have gathered from our scouts, close ends, columns are spread round us in a half circle.

So, there are troops behind and to the side and the river in front.

Yes, yes. Behind us is a half-column, the 14th leg there. They must have been ordered

to pursue as direct while the others head us off. Let us keep along the river bank a little

long, then we will rest till dawn and try to make a crossing.

Later we slept in fits and snatches until dawn. We lay on the wet ground in saturated clothing,

and it seemed the most natural thing in the world that Marie and I should lie in each other's arms.

It was warmer thus in any case. The surge of love and tenderness which swift me had nothing

to do with passion. War was behind us and death before us. Nothing could come between us in these moments.

For half an hour before dawn I slept thankfully with my head on her shoulder. Perhaps that was the

happiest half hour I've ever given to her, Marie. Her love for me had brought her little happiness,

but the respite was brief. When the first light we were off again on horses which seemed

weirder than ever. Well, the rain stopped anywhere, my lord.

Oh, it looks out being awkward in these miscreas. Oh, yes.

Surely we must reach a farm soon, where they'll have a boat. Then we can cross the river, steal

some fresh horses and shake off the pursuit. If quick, hold left wheel, up behind us, those

willows there, behind us willow. Oh, what is it to reach you? Look, look, those outbuildings below

the ridge. Is it a farm? Shall I go and spy out the laminal? Yes, I'll watch you for any signal.

I ask you. We must lie low. There's only troops around. They'll be courted here, but

can't see any. Wait a minute. Look, there's a young woman and an old man. I don't look back.

It is a boat lined by the water's edge. Brown has attracted the girls' attention. They're talking.

He's waving to us. It is safe. Oh, come on. It must lose no time.

It's all right, my lord. The frogs were here yesterday.

Cavalry. They're the same as ours. We beat last week. All right, left here yesterday morning,

so the old man is. Oh, very well. There's no time to lose. Let's get the boat launched.

The boat? Less, my lord. I wish you could launch it. Why? What's the matter with it?

Just look at this, my lord. Someone's been at this boat with an axe.

They've bought them smashed in four places.

That's me, lord. How should I get my boat launched?

That's me, lord. You're all right, my lord.

I'm your wife. I can't help you.

Be careful, my lord. I can't help you.

No, I can't let you go. What's the matter with you?

You're all right. I can't help you.

I'm going to go to the boat. It's too late.

I'm not going to walk you. It'll take me a few hours.

Lord, how shall I get my boat back if you take it?

This will only cross the river.

You can come with us and bring it back yourself.

I shall be shocked for helping you.

Those stars will come back.

They always do require to help pessimists.

We're busy.

The fact is I'll cop your car and help yourself.

You might get shot if you help us,

but you will get shot if you don't.

Now, this is war and don't you forget it.

Oh, hello.

Hello, here's my damn body back.

What is it, Marie?

Who's that?

Coming along the main road from the south.

About 20 of them, I should think.

Little come down here, but they always do.

We must ride off and hide.

Come on.

Put the repairs on the boat, sir.

They'll see him.

Well, there's no time.

We must first get...

Oh, right, sir.

Now, listen, Odin.

If he was ours, come here.

You'd tell him it was you that was repairing the boat, see?

Oh, come along.

Come back to the hollow behind the willows where we hid before.

Ah, swiftly now.

You must hide among the rocks and watch.

This will do.

I'm afraid this is our last stand.

Here they come.

Well, there are only three men and a woman with pistols,

but we must make every short tell.

We are four men.

Four determined men.

Behind the rocks, all of you.

Face in different directions so they can on flank us.

I have, yeah.

Here they come.

They're firing already, but they're only wasting part of it this way.

Marie, save your shots.

Oh, God, Marie.

Marie, what is it?

But even as I spoke, I saw Marie fall over from the impact of the bullet,

which its truck had encores to be fired involuntively.

I saw the puzzle look on her face changed to Adelaide,

and then I was at her side.

She'd been stuck on the thigh.

I felt for my pen knife to rip off the clothes.

But at that moment, a shattering blow on my shoulder flung me to the ground.

In my anxiety for Marie, I'd heard nothing of the bizarre charge

or the shots of Brian on the count.

Second days, I struggled to my feet,

ignoring the carbine butt above my head.

All that mattered was Marie.

I tore open my knife.

But Marie was limp and lifeless of my feet.

She's dead.

A pity it is over, my friend.

We are disarmed and captured.

They caught mushrooms for you this evening.

Wait, this man, Brian.

He is a prisoner of war.

You cannot try him.

He is a sailor of his pretending mattresses,

navy doing his duty under my orders.

He fought on this side of weapons.

Under my orders, he's not amenable to court marshall.

Does your credit push before him?

I will take this matter into consideration.

I've done some damn cold more pain.

And then blessed sleet.

When I woke, my head was clearer.

And I am amazed to captain by demanding a bath on the shave.

If I was to be sentenced to death,

I intended to appear as a British officer,

not as a tramp.

When I was cleared and shaved,

they brought me food and wine.

The Emperor won two great victories last week.

Your Wellingtoners met his destiny at last.

General Ney beat him at a place called Leicapza Bra.

And on the same day, the Emperor destroyed Blue Shire

and his Prashans at Lini.

Indeed.

And how did this news reach you?

By official bulletin.

My felicitations, mister.

But is there not a saying in your army

about lying like a bulletin?

Mm-hmm, enough.

The court is waiting.

But they have already tried the contact I say.

He is to be shot at dawn tomorrow.

The prisoner has already admitted his identity.

He is a ratio, Lord Ormblur,

Commodore of the British Navy.

It only remains to submit to this court

the verdict of a court-martial hill on June 10, 1811,

wherein this said,

a ratio Ormblur was condemned to death for parasy

and violation of the laws of war.

I must request that the death sentence be enforced.

Lord Ormblur,

it is the sentence of this court

and the order of this military commission

that shall suffer death

by shooting a dawn tomorrow.

Immediately after,

the execution of the Web-on-Quasse

I think your excellency's pattern

but parrots our hand,

not shot,

is the order of the commission that he be shot.

Remove the prison.

Thank you, Your Excellency.

I am ready.

My cell was dark.

It sank upon my mattress.

There it was,

I was to be shot.

This was the last round of the struggle

that waged against Bonaparte for 20 years.

There was no arguing with bullets.

Our pitiful little rebellion.

Our armies scattered the count condemned to death

and the death of the British.

The death of the British.

The death of the British.

The death of the British.

The death of the British.

Our armies scattered the count condemned to death.

Marie died.

Oh, Marie.

My little Marie.

She loved me and my father had killed her.

And, Barbara,

what would she think of her late husband?

She would guess why I had come to France.

Would guess of my infidelity.

Would be hurt.

What a shambles I had made of my life.

What have I brought to all my friends

and loved ones but pain, dishonor,

and...

I'm dead.

What is it, huh?

What is it?

Don't already.

It is Mr. La Capita.

Good morning, Lord Omblore.

Good morning.

You need not force yourself to smile, sir.

I do not need your sympathy.

Your words are toer than you know, sir.

You do not need sympathy indeed.

It is not death.

What do you mean?

Is this some new form of torment?

No, sir.

There is news from Belgium.

It says that the emperor has been defeated

in a great battle, defeated.

But...

What about the defeat of Wellington?

I'm blue here.

It seems we were misinformed.

Now we hear that the emperor has been defeated.

In a great battle at a place called Waterloo.

It is said that Wellington and Blusher

are already over the front here

and marching on Paris.

Oh, God.

And Bonaparte, where is he?

He is in Paris already.

The senator demanding that he abdicate again.

Horatio Hornblower, starring Michael Redgrave,

is based on the novels by CS Forester.

Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch.

Produced by Harry Allan Torch.

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