Horatio Hornblower - Prisoner Of The French On The Peek

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Remove your car after 20 gigs per month.

Call all hands. Speak to quarters.

Hello, Tegan.

Stand by, let's cover better.

One broadside. I didn't want it to be as kept in bush.

Pointed to some target.

Then stop ready.

Eyes are ready. Fire!

Presenting Michael Redgrave as CS foresters in dominant land of the sea, Horatio Hornblore.

I shall never forget my 18th birthday.

Usually when a man's young, birthdays are joyous occasions.

But there I was in the year 1794, young midshipman Horatio Hornblore.

And I was a prisoner on board a French privateer.

I was the saddest birthday I ever had.

And here's the way it began.

A week before my birthday, I was a drift on the Bay of Biscay in an open boat with four British sailors and ten captured Frenchmen.

Midshipman Hornblore had lost his first command.

Don't take it to our Mr. Hornblore, sir.

We're bad to get picked up sometime.

Not even be by our own ship, the indefatigable, sir.

Wish we'd never left the indefatigable matters.

It wasn't your fault.

That blasted brush ship flanted under us.

I don't remember to patch up that hole in the hole, Matthews.

If I remember the entire, it was below the waterline, sir.

The lower above, I should have had my wits above me.

It was that cargo arise down the damage, sir.

So can I be able to drop a water that come in?

By the time we realized it, it swelled all up.

Spit that cargo ship apart like it was a pea part.

The Maddie Galant.

My first command.

I didn't think it'd happen to anybody.

The old man.

Take a fountain.

Captain Polu won't blame you for it.

I blame myself.

But don't you see, Matthews?

I was ordered to take over the Maddie Galant after the indefatigable stopped.

She was a prize of war.

I had orders to sail at Ringland, not to the bottom.

I blame myself and I shall tell Captain Polu, sir, when I make my report.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Ohmblow, sir.

You've come.

The wind's back here.

Yes, I know, it is, Matthews.

We better take into the sea anchor.

No, I sail, sir.

If it holds, we may manage to clear usherms and set a true course for Ringland.

Hunter!

Hunter!

All in that sea anchor.

Hunter!

Call our prisoners to attend to me.

You're still rated my petty officer, you know?

I love their fodder.

Human shears!

Wake up on your feet!

Well, what is that mean?

We're hoisting sail.

Have your men stand by the Halliards.

Violinar!

I'll be on soon.

I don't care.

I'll call.

Don't seem to want to, sir.

They're arguing with their officers.

So I know this.

Here he comes, huh?

There.

That's far enough, sir.

Sir, I...

I asked for them.

In this small open boat.

Ah!

People from where you are.

I ordered your men to make sail.

We...

We may eat up fear as you are.

They think it's strange course.

And what strange about it?

You have termed the killer to wed West.

That is no way to reach the coast.

It is.

The coast of England.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Good morning, sir.

Sir, sir, sir to travel in England, this is insane.

A small open boat.

It is under the miles.

Yes, sir.

French coast is no more than 30 or 40 miles.

Sir, you...

No, I'm not a Lt. Habermetz.

Yeah, Suvin.

Keep your distance.

This is madness.

My man will not obey.

Pest.

How old are you?

16, 17.

I shall be 18 next week.

A child.

In the child.

How can you give orders?

give all else. I am more than twice your age. A season

mariner. There is only one cross to head for shore. France

or whatever it matters not. One step further than this

pistol will go off. Are you? Your order should

one step and I'll pull the trigger. The order I'm

going to hoist sail. The first one in the disobeys will be shot.

I'll meet with you as you give that order.

Yeah. Is he a word?

Hey. Hey.

Wow. That's that.

I miss your own blower, sir. A proper ferocious

to look for that pistol. Mind if I make one

suggestion, sir? Yes, sir. One. Next time. You're

better cocked, the pistol, sir. Wait, it is now.

It wouldn't even fire.

Yes. Many things I had to learn when I was young

midshipman Hornblower. I remember how my knees shook as I sat

in the stern sheet of furious I was with myself forgetting

to cock a pistol. Well, the tiny open boat sailed westward

and for two days there was no sign of a sail anywhere except

mine. Then, at dawn of the third day. Mr. Hornblower,

sir, wake up. Oh. There's a sail there and down on the sail.

Where? After port quarter. Well, it might be our own ship, Matthews.

I'd dreamt that the Indofatical would pick us up.

Oh. Yes, sir. It's still far from full daylight.

At the top end of that vessel is clear to make out.

It ain't the Indofatical, sir. Sorry. No, it's not.

Still and all. There might be other British ships standing blockade

off this coast. It might be French. I, sir. It might.

We'll know soon enough. It's coming right down on us.

Welcome aboard, sir, to the French Privatire Peak.

I am copied on New Zealand. And you? I am midshipman Hornblower.

This Britannic medicine ship Indofatical. You were in an open boat.

We captured the prize. I was put aboard in command.

It, it sank, regrettable. Now the tables are turned.

Then the queue of your prize are free. It is you who are pleased with us.

No, no, no. Your pistols, please.

And that dear com, I have sure show you to your quarters.

Will you come?

Well, now this unbad Mr. Hornblower, sir.

You like the quarters, Matthews? Come in.

Captain Nervil. You are surprised, Mr. Hornblower.

There is a reason for my quick return. Two of your crew are proving difficult.

Carson and Hunter, perhaps, whatever their names.

They have been ordered to do work aboard the peak, and they are refused.

A wine-brized gauge shouldn't they refuse? That's enough, Matthews.

Captain Nervil, my man and I are prisoners by the international code governing treatment of prisons.

I am not returned with the code.

You forget time, a privateer.

I set my own rule, but there are no buts, my dear young man.

They shall work, or I will have them thrown over the side.

You wouldn't dare.

I assure you, it is I the probable.

And this man also, his name, Matthews. Matthews.

Well, Mr. Hornblower.

Matthews, you will go between decks and tell Hunter Carson and Smith to comply.

And you also, hi, I say.

I make an exception only in the case of officers.

It's my thanks. I will die you.

What, sir?

You never mind. Very young, I am certain.

But you will become more ardent with age.

Now, my friend, is there any courtesy I can extend?

I don't know what, perhaps some well-reading method?

My fear, I have only professional books,

Ranges, principles of navigation, and librarians,

Unbook on Siemenschi.

The French, you cannot read French.

I have lived. Well, I might as well learn.

Yeah, yeah, you shall have them.

And you shall also have the freedom of the ship, Mr. Hornblower.

But do not attempt anything.

My crew have most sharp eyes.

Slow down at the lamps, sir.

Yes.

Well, I might as well read.

Yes, my despair was as deep as the pit,

as wide and endless as all solos of use.

And I felt most particularly low-spitted on that one special day.

Today's date, sir. And did you lie the fourth?

Well, congratulate my Matthews. It's my birthday.

Now.

Born 18 years ago, July the 4th, 1776.

Do you ever have a birthday cake, Matthews? Me, sir?

No.

I did every year that I can remember until I joined the Navy.

A cake, now. Better than ships biscuit any time, I'd say.

Was it a good cake, sir?

Oh, always. My mother baked it. Must have been then.

And one year she put candles on it.

Candles?

Is on top small candles, and lighted them one by one for each birthday.

Oh, well.

You don't sound impressed, Matthews.

Don't know as I answer.

Who can enjoy a cake with candle drippings all over it?

No, you blew them all out before they dripped it.

It was good luck, Matthews. Lighted candles meant good luck.

Well, no candles today.

No, sir. No cake either.

Mr. Ormbluritz, it's all full-stuffy cooped up in this cabin.

Why don't you spend some time on deck?

I will, Matthews.

Tomorrow.

Well, on deck today, Mr. Ormblur.

Yes, sir.

And how do you like our good ship peak?

Oh, well, your ship's better, yeah?

Yeah.

Yes, sir.

It means she handles well, Captain.

Oh, sir, she does, Mr. Ormblur, extremely well.

Fast and light.

And there is none better before the wind.

Now, make yourself at liberty.

Oh, hurry, hurry and go.

In each head of sail.

Morning, Matthews.

Morning, sir.

No, no. Keep on working.

I bought this vessel. You'll take orders from them.

I only stone the deck and pick oak them.

Well, you had the same duties aboard the indefatigable.

I used to swear about them.

I wouldn't swear now, even though our ship's got twice the deck business.

At least you're kept busy.

I don't know which is worse being busy.

Sail the deck.

Sail the whole sail.

Sail the whole sail.

Matthews, the look I've pointed towards the starboard bar.

I saw it.

I'm pulling the swords. Quick, man.

Well, the Matthews.

The speak up, man, is it British?

It's heading this way.

It's the indefatigable, sir.

What?

Or an applying man.

I swear it's the indefatigable.

It's more years now than I care to count, but I remember that moment well.

Myself is a midshipman.

One day, beyond my 18th birthday,

a prisoner aboard the French privateer of Peak.

I blamed myself for being a prisoner,

but my heart jumped at the prospect of rescue.

A sail had been sighted.

It was only a speck on that distant horizon,

but it was instantly recognized as a glimpse of home.

The indefatigable.

It's got sight of us and said, course, this way.

It's her own ship, Matthews.

Sir, I might have been mistaken.

All that's shown is the top camera.

Sir, you're not mistaken, Matthews.

I'd recognize that truck anywhere.

It's any distance.

It could make out more of her now.

Yes.

Yes.

Captain Polly was losing her oil.

It was all sail set.

Oh, Matthews.

We'll be back on board in time for Grog.

Do not set your hopes too high in this year on the earth.

Captain Mervil.

Where?

Your late ship, I understand.

Yes, I...

Possibly.

Wait a minute.

A British frigate.

Without guns, you three to one.

First, it must come within range.

What is our best point of sailing?

I had a few to answer that question.

Oh, please do not look so noble, Mr. Ombler.

I could induce you to give the information there are ways.

Unfortunately, for you, it is unnecessary.

There is no ship on earth,

especially none of his Britannic majesty's clumsy frigates

that can outsell the peak running before the wind.

I don't believe it.

You shall see.

Where ship?

Stand by.

Come out, ship.

Yes, sir.

Come out.

Yes, sir.

Yes, sir.

Well, your sea, Mr. Ombler.

Yes.

Already your indefatigable is falling for a stand.

Yes, I can see.

Yes.

Two more hours, and we shall have one armass dead on the earth.

Very likely.

For certain.

Close that door.

Quick.

Hi, sir.

Catch those mattresses off the cots.

The mattresses?

Hi, sir.

Paper, paper.

I need paper, boy.

Oh, the box.

I hate to tear up grandsons' principles of navigation.

Don't stand there, Matthew.

It was over here.

Here.

Hi, sir.

Mr. Ombler.

No, I haven't taken leave of my senses

if that's what you're thinking.

I'll rip those mattresses open.

With them?

Yes.

Here, man.

It's tall.

Good.

Pull it out, man.

Pull it out.

Pile the straw out here on top of the paper.

Huh?

That's it.

Don't fetch me the leg.

Hi, sir.

Careful of it, sir.

It's fair, sir.

It's the heart of the bed.

It has grease inside.

It's hot grease.

And luckily, it's lighted.

And the grease goes over the straw.

I grabbed it.

Now, Matthews, we'll take one page from principles of navigation

and make a paper of it.

So?

By the Lord, how is that?

Ah!

You know what's behind that wall?

Yes, I have a paint locker.

There's nothing burnt like paint.

A paint or dry wood or a cordage soaked with pitch and tile.

That paper I gave you, quick.

Here, Arthur.

The peak is sailing before the wind.

And this cabin's in the star and will be low-decks.

If it gets started, the wind will blow the flames forward.

If I don't discover it, sir.

Sure.

We'll not talk about it.

You better start it, sir.

Looks like a candle, doesn't it, sir?

A small flickering candle for a birthday cake.

Well, it'll make a brighter flame by fire.

I hope.

All right, Matthews, we got that bomb deck.

You have started a bomb fire, sir.

No, no, no.

Leave the door open and stay behind us.

My day opens, it's about to fire, sir.

Well, it can't have a fire without a decent draft.

And either way, it's a gamble now.

Come on, up on deck now.

And do your best to act as if nothing were to miss.

Fire, fire!

We ran forward.

Five desperate men.

It was a reckless sortie, but well, completely hopeless.

The bio-gun was well-attended.

As I led the way, I came full face against Captain Irviel.

Sir, you cannot shoot us in co-blood.

Cold, I boil with despair.

My beautiful ship peak.

You shall be thought over side.

You shall be...

I advise you to put up that pistol and surrender kept in the view.

Those are the guns of the Indicaticable.

The old town looked, and I remember how I looked.

I stared at my heart in my eyes.

The peak lay idle, wallowing in a smoke and ruin.

And bearing down with all sail-setter,

a wave, creaming white under her bicep,

came the Indicaticable.

She rounded to her capable's length to winwood,

her gun ports open at the ready.

First came launches to fight the fire,

and then, swarming over the side,

came an armed party with Lieutenant Mason in charge.

I shall never forget the amazed ones of his eyes,

but he caught sight of us.

Oh, God!

You will haunt us!

What are you doing here?

Well, sir, you shall never mind now.

Well, you'll make your report to Captain Filio.

Now, where's the captain of this wreck?

I am the captain, sir.

Ah, extremely bad luck, sir.

Lieutenant Mason of his majesty's ship, Indicaticable.

I will accept your surrender, sir.

Come in.

Mr. Van Hornblower reporting to Captain Filio.

I told you, in for some further questions.

Hornblower, it's not entirely clear.

What, sir?

You divert most of your report to the Reichship.

The Marie-Galon.

Yes.

You appear to blame yourself for losing her.

It was my fault, sir.

I will assess responsibility.

You mean, I'm not to blame, sir?

I believe I have already so stated.

Go along.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

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Horatio Hornblower, starring Michael Redgrave, is based on the novels of CS Farster.

Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch, produced by Harry Allen Towers.

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