Horatio Hornblower - Planning Mutiny On The Renoun

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Presenting Michael Redgrave at C.S. Faresters in Dominable Man of the Sea, Horatio Hornblore.

As a man gets old, he grows complacent.

There may be some truth in that, but when I look back on the days when I was young,

I recognize myself as an impetuous and carefree young fellow.

Often impetuous, not always carefree.

Especially when I found that Captain Sawyer, master of the ship on which I served,

was no less than a madman.

Mr. Hornblore, sir.

Mr. Hornblore, what am I to do?

Do you know about what, Weller?

I keep getting punished to throw him down.

I've been beaten three times already.

There's no need to whisper.

Sir, aboard the ship, everybody whisper as no need to now.

But on the lowered rail, the wind carries every word out over the water.

Yes, the water, what am I to do?

I keep looking at it, sir.

The water looks so peaceful, so quiet, and it would feel so good, sir.

My skin burns from the marks of the cannon.

I keep thinking if I was in the water,

her cool and good and feeling.

Weller, what was that as your man to talk like this?

I'm sorry, sir.

Well, ever since all Sunday, I keep dreaming.

Dreaming about death, sir.

I dream about the captain reading the articles of war.

Weller, every time he comes to the word death,

I see myself dead.

Sir, I'd assume it'd be a fool, Weller.

If anything, there was something could be done, or perhaps it is.

Listen, our group of us are going to talk to Mr. Clive.

The search, he won't be the word about this.

But if he will certify the captain insane,

we can remove him from his command.

If he can, he won't dare certify him, we shall see.

But the doctor, no anybody else, they won't dare.

Meantime, I dream.

Sir, I did occur.

Why?

The captain just come on, Dick.

Oh, yes.

Yes, Mr. Weller, I'd seen that that tackle was seen to it once.

But the tackle?

Oh, yes, sir.

Get off the ship's carpenter.

And if the line's jam again, next time we have a heavy blow,

we may lose a good deal of canvas.

Eyes.

Oh, Mr. Hornblur.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

You'll even try to disemble before me, Mr. Hornblur.

I have eyes.

I know when I'm being conspired against.

Well, answer me.

I know of no conspiracist.

Where's my acting, got it?

Mr. Hornblur.

Mr. Hornblur.

I know of no conspiracist.

Where's my acting, got it?

Mr. Hornblur.

Mr. Hornblur.

Eyes, sir.

Yes, captain, sir.

No, that's good and prompt, Mr. Hobs.

One hail and you're at hand.

I'm glad to see that there are at least a few upon whose loyalty I can count.

Mr. Hobs, you have your Latin cane, my cane.

Right here it is.

Right, well, hold it out, so Mr. Hornblur can see it.

Do you see it, Mr. Hornblur?

Howbs.

Make it whistle.

Eyes, sir.

I see it, sir.

Yes, and I warn you, you may feel it.

Just as Mr. Willard has, you may feel it.

I'll have loyalty aboard this ship.

You understand?

Loyalty, nothing less.

So the days dragged on.

The captain ever more suspicious and dangerous.

The crew, Sullen, and Slack, because of every opportunity captain Sawyer would play them against his officers.

That's for the officers themselves.

Doctor, fly, it's been difficult enough, all of us, contriving to talk to you this way.

You're the only one who can lend a hand.

Now, now, Lieutenant Bush, it's true enough I'm the surgeon, but still he's unfit to command, Mr. Clive.

Unfit, I can't really say, Mr. Butler, you know he is.

Your first lieutenant aboard the renown, Mr. Butler, next in command, the captain Sawyer.

If I certify him unfit to command, it'll put you in charge.

I know that.

Are you willing for me to take that responsibility?

Well, I am.

I'd have to make out a report in writing, wouldn't I?

Yes, you would.

Well, of course he would, Clive.

So would you, and all the rest of us, now Bush, now why not talk about it frankly?

We all face the same problem.

All of us would have to face a court of inquiry as soon as ever we made port.

That's the development of it, Honblur.

Gentlemen, may I suggest we've discontinued this discussion at once?

aboard this ship, there's no telling who may be spying on us.

The wake boiled behind us on the wind-stayed fare for the West Indies.

We held no more discussions.

In a way it seemed that each one of us was so afraid for himself

that he couldn't risk being seen with someone else who might be suspect.

A man came one particular afternoon.

Answer me about the ammunition locker, sir.

Its lock was broken.

You did it some damage, didn't you?

And going off watch, you stopped to make certain it had not yet been noticed.

I did not stop.

You were seen.

What's up?

You were seen by Mr. Hobbs.

This good loyal man Hobbs.

He says I...

But...

Ah, you cannot speak, eh?

Sir, I swear to you I didn't know damage to any lock.

I swear I went directly below.

I never went near the part of the supply.

So expect me to believe you.

Sir, may I say one word?

You, Mr. Hohenblur?

Mr. Willard never went down to the gun-dexer.

Be very careful, Mr. Hohenblur.

True, sir.

He went down this way by way of the storm companionway.

Lieutenant Bush and I were coming up for our watch, weren't we Bush?

Lieutenant Hohenblur's right, sir.

So you, too, define me as well, eh?

It is no define.

Sir, it's science, Mr. Bush.

Willard came his innocence and straight way you supporting.

Be careful.

Be very careful, sir.

Sir, there are two of us.

As witnesses and Hobbes must have been mistaken.

Mistaken?

Eh, where you mistaken Hobbes?

Sir, why should I lie?

Ah, exactly.

You've no reason at all.

You're loyal.

It's these others.

Willard and...

Sir, I don't see Mr. Willard.

You and these officers.

Officers always whispering, always talking.

Left, Lieutenant Bush, confess it.

You, Lieutenant Hohenblur, you did not see Willard.

Did you?

You cover up for him. Confess it.

Sir, I did see it.

And I also said...

Silence!

Oh, tired with the same brush.

I'm not a fool.

Mr. Hohenblur is already on watch and watch.

By both of you shall now report to Mr. Buckland.

Add two bells, four bells and six bells.

Yes, you, too, Mr. Bush.

Two bells, four bells.

That means every hour, every hour, day and night.

Now, as for you, young Mr. Willard,

perhaps a few more strokes of the cane will teach you manhood.

You shall kiss the gunner's daughter, Mr. Willard.

And I shall watch it.

To kiss the gunner's daughter's,

to be tied face down wood over the muzzle of a gun,

and to be whipped.

Well, I've made no sound.

But to the rest of us in the wardroom,

the whistle of the whip came cold and clear.

So, tell him Buckland, we've got to do something.

And finally, by the captain,

awakened every hour to stand watch and watch,

Oh, well, a bit better off dead.

Awakened every hour on the clock?

We'll die ourselves.

He's a madman, Lieutenant Buckland.

We've got to do something.

Clyde's got to declare a month here.

Clyde won't.

He won't learn something.

Something.

A meeting, Mr. Buckland, in the middle of the night.

A man can tire of exhaustion before we make landfall.

All of the whip like that putt.

Well, Mr. Wellard?

Enough?

Mr. Wellard?

He's our one time.

Well, he's alive at any rate.

Well, Lieutenant?

Yes.

Perhaps with best honed law.

I am meeting a secret meeting.

And the Lord protect us all.

Often now, in my later years, grown old and gray-haired,

and granted many honours for my time of service for his majesty.

Often, I think, how my career came within a hair's breadth of being cut off

while I was with Lieutenant aboard the Lunar.

I'm waking up at night in the dark.

I often think of myself as I was then in the middle of the night, in pitch darkness.

At a secret meeting, far below deck.

Lieutenant Buckland, who's that speaking porn, Berzer?

Yes. Well, so, whatever we do, we'll have to do it quickly and sharp.

You mean put him in ions?

Whatever we did, he'd call on the hands, and they might follow it.

They'd follow him, right enough.

Hasn't he been toe-deing up to them?

Double run every chance he got rope-y on Sundays?

I tell you, in ions, all right, we'll have our hands full-telling them into a disciplined crew again.

Well, that's enough.

We'll get nowhere talking about what's gone by.

What's to come is our problem.

So I say put him in ions quick.

Quiet, not quiet.

In ions and what then?

What's that?

I'm sorry, but it's not rats.

Mr. Buck, Mr. Hornblur.

Well, odd. Where did you come from?

The captain's, sir. The captain's wick.

He's on his way down here.

Well, odd, which way?

Which way? Mr. Hornblur?

The captain, which way is he coming?

I think by the stear it's had to wait.

You came down ahead of him?

Yes, sir.

What's to be done, Hornblur? For the love of heaven.

There's another way out of here.

Farad in the cockpit up to the cable tier.

Get farad, all of you. Hornblur is right.

Farad, the cable tier.

Bush, you stay here.

What is it, Hornblur?

Something in mind?

I don't know, but someone should keep an eye on the captain.

If you and I on Willard move quietly enough,

we can go up the stear it's had to wait before the captain reaches it.

And then we can stick to the shadows.

Let him make his way down here.

And once he's down here, we're safe enough.

We'll be in a good position to help the others.

If necessary, we can create some diversion.

Yes, yes, good.

We'd best move quickly there.

Well, odd, we...

Well, odd?

Bush, where is Willard?

Wellard was gone.

He'd slept away on the darkness.

There was no sign of him.

And suddenly, I remembered Willard's white face after he'd been whipped.

I remember his face and how he spoke about the captain.

Bush, where are you?

What?

He's just a bit of light.

Must be coming through the hatch way.

Yeah!

Yeah!

What's that?

Came from directly ahead of us below the hatch way.

It's a body.

It's Captain Sawyer.

The next several hours were busy ones.

Dr. Clive was cold and he pronounced Captain Sawyer dead.

The body was brought up and prepared for burial in the morning.

Lieutenant Buckland, a senior officer commanding, became acting Captain.

And on the court of deck, by the light of the southern moon,

I took part in a small disciplinary action.

It involved Willard and the captain's toad here, Hobbs.

It's not my place to remind you, sir,

but didn't the captain give you orders?

Orders?

Aye.

To arouse Mr. Buckland, every watch.

At two bells, at four bells, at six bells.

Hobbs, you're insolent.

Aye, sir.

The captain is dead.

His orders have been commanded by Lieutenant Buckland.

Then, particular that order.

And get followed Hobbs, no more nonsense from him.

No, I will, sir.

I was only stopping to ask Mr. Willard a question.

Oh, what question?

About how the captain died, sir.

What do you mean?

Well, sir, you see it was me, Ralph's captain Sawyer in the first place.

I'd heard something down in the hope.

And gone?

Well, I told him so.

He got dressed and gave me orders to call out the Marines.

And I never got the chance.

Go on.

And that's all, sir.

Only I was wondering.

It's most curious the captain should trip and fall to his death.

Now I did.

Just trip all by himself and fall.

What I was about to ask Mr. Willard was where he might have been when it happened.

I was wellard, there's no need to answer that.

Isn't there?

No, Hobbs.

Statements will be taken in the morning, not now.

Go follow the Hobbs.

That's an order.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hobbs?

Oh, come on.

Give me that answer again, and this time properly.

Aye, aye, sir.

Now you may get followed.

Mr. Willard, I guess what is it, Willard?

My watch will be over in an hour, sir.

May I come down and speak with them, innit?

Very important, sir.

Well, are you?

You look tired to death.

Why don't you get some sleep there?

Mr. Willard.

I killed the captain.

Now, Willard.

I did?

I was at the stereotype, Willard.

I caught very hit with you and the others.

The time's a ladder.

I was on the deck above and in the shadows.

But it was dark, and then I saw the captain.

He came right past me and leaned over.

You can dine, sort of.

Willard, now listen.

I came up behind, and, sir, she was there.

I was right behind, and right behind, right behind.

I didn't know what it was.

Listen, then, I'll do better not tell him.

Pull this up together.

Get your hammock, Willard.

Willard, get your hammock.

You're tired, you know.

You need some sleep.

We'll talk about it in the morning.

Tired, yes.

Quite tired.

But Mr. Willard, I don't think I should

have a sleep again.

The Slept Sunday, and in the morning, I came on deck.

Almost refreshed.

The sea was sparkling blue and green,

and the fair breeze filled the sails.

That joined the cannon bush at the weather rail,

with a greeting that came near to Sunday, cheerful.

The morning is to bush.

Morning, or blurred.

Yes, Mel's fresh, eh?

Ah, that it does.

Fresh and free.

Bush, I can't help feeling sorry for Captain Sawyer.

Sorry?

Well, yes, I suppose, sir.

Yes, the funeral service at six bells,

I suppose, I shall play as hard for his soul as any man to socialize.

Mr. Bush.

The fondler.

Yes, sir.

Lieutenant Buckland, I mean Captain, eh, what is it, sir?

Gentlemen, we have lost Young Willard.

Our master at arms reported to be at eight bells.

There's been no sign of Young Willard.

His court has went stepped in last night.

According to the lookout during a dog watch,

it recalls a certain heavy splash during his turn aloft.

He thought it was a porpoise.

You mean it was Willard?

It must have been.

The sea was running heavy.

It must have been at the rail and lost his footing.

I shall reportedly fell overboard.

What is it, Honblur?

You're about to speak.

No, sir.

I haven't rest his soul.

I am end of that.

The funeral service for Captain Sawyer at six bells, gentlemen.

We shall say our prayer also for Young Willard.

But in my heart, I repeated over and over a prayer

that Willard had found not only peace and quiet,

but also mercy.

A ratio, Honblur, starting Michael Redgrave,

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

Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch.

Produced by Harry Allen Towers.