Horatio Hornblower - The Spanish Leave Napoleon

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Is that in Michael Redgrave that see as far as to's indomitable man of the sea or ratio

to the sea?

I had just received a lesson from my dear wife, Barbara. She was well, she said, and misnamed.

Now my small son Richard was also well. Somehow I found it difficult to keep my mind on the

pressing problems that faced us there at Griga. Captain Bush, my senior officer,

paced up and down my cap and aboard the non-sutton. His face sat in anxiety. He was talking 50

to a favel, yet my thoughts were still in England. It was not his words, it was that confounded

pacing that is that finally brought me back to our immediate concerns.

Yes, yes, yes. They get ice, I don't know. If we are not here, we will be first in the winter.

Oh, comrade Bush, can't you keep still, man?

Sorry Bush.

But tell you the truth, Alvana.

Oh, I was thinking of home. It was I, a ratio.

We got drop anchor in the sheer nest. That's about 30 miles from Smolbridge. Barbara would be there

waiting and my little boy Richard there. Or it might be even better to appear suddenly and then

surprising, huh?

Bush, those are dreams, dreams, dreams.

Oh, duty remains here.

That's not so, Horatio, you, you've peed new heat at all to what I've been saying, man.

Why, first ice, Barbara, thus far it's thin. Earlier Scotland may be at the shoreline,

but each day it creeps further out. I know, I know. We'll soon be ice pung frozen in.

My first duty is to my squadron, locked in where at the mercy of the enemy. Marshall may

don't may bring his foot so does across the ice and captured every one of us. I know, I know,

I know. It was done 20 years ago at Amsterdam. History has aware of repeating itself, Horatio.

It's dangerous to risk freezing in extreme interest. That's true enough, and yet the

Admiralty has ordered us to stay. I think how the news would spread through all Europe.

Burn apart second army captures of British squadron. The Admiralty will have my head there,

wouldn't I? This grace, dismissal. Yeah, it's no doubt about it. I say up and down and get out

before it's too late. General Essnaff and his Russians would call us cowards, push

El-Risha, the Russians are done for. There's no fight left to them. Well, they still hold here at

Riga. And if they do what of it? What a burn apart himself. His army has already taken Moscow.

I, but there's some question that he can remain there. The Russians burned the city before he took it.

Wasn't that he's there and he's victorious? Well, from all the reports General Essnaff receives

Tsar Alexander. The Tsar hasn't yet lost heart. The Russians are still fighting,

Bush. Reports more like rumors than facts. Horatio, you've done all that could be done

and more. Without you, Marshal Maiden would have reduced Riga and marched on some

Peter's bread long before this. No, we've helped hold him in back and back to them.

Besides, there's something else. You're not well, Horatio. Oh, Nonsense, you're not.

You've lost weight. You've had a cough for weeks. My advice is take this squadron out as soon as

found your advice. We have to stay where we are until we have orders to move. I don't see that.

I saw no ice. We'll follow orders.

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The enemy is massing troops in their front line. Yes, I can say.

Many troops come at all. The French have brought up reinforcements to judge from their colors.

I think they have been joined by some Spanish and Portuguese battalion.

Is that not a company of the values to hold out?

It is. Your eyes are sharp from the close of it.

And look beyond.

If you will give me your regiment of your own company, the Prussian Standard.

I see them. Yes.

You shame that Prussians must fight for the bottom of it.

They have been forced to fight for him. They are not milling their lights.

Oh, big ones, huh?

The Bob Marbon seems to have stocked. Yes.

So I know this branch.

They're telling us soot.

This is your soot.

The enemy is advancing all along the line.

Come, it's not. There's no time to be lost.

We must value the truth before it is too late.

Look there, for the rest.

Oh, I see no use.

Nothing but open country.

No, exactly.

It should not be open.

It's the enemy's plan.

They give some exposed to a certain attack from it.

For me, Mike sir.

Yes, but who's going to need such an attack?

So, look here.

The machines are starting to fight.

They're being forced back.

They'll be freezing.

At any moment, a retreat might become a run-down.

Close by me, near the ruins of what have once been a village church,

stood a moped collection of Russian troops not yet engaged in battle.

They were all sorts.

Artillerymen supply troops,

and a few foot soldiers,

all bewildered and beaded as.

On my self-procident,

shouting at them,

gesticulating troops to make them understand.

I pointed towards the flank of the attack,

and they came after me.

And we fill up on the enemy there,

and took them completely by surprise.

Sir, sir, you know what, sir?

Here, here, let me help you out.

I can find the brother.

Of course, I'm all right there.

Similarly, because I have had a horse shot on the rear.

But no reason to tell you.

Are you certain you're all right, sir?

This is quite good.

Yes, quite good.

Thank you.

Well,

all right, it's all over, eh?

There'll be enough.

I, sir,

come back to the ruins with a toes between their legs.

It was that flank attack that did it, sir.

And by the time I set myself to rights,

General S. Norfolk galloped up

with Colonel von Persenitz.

Here we are.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Do you see them come with us?

All those troops.

Prisoners?

Look again, sir.

Oh, of course, if they were prisoners,

they'd be under guard, and they're not.

A whole regiment of them, and beside it another.

And their uniform was ragged and dirty.

Wait, those standards, they can't they?

Can they be exactly the Spanish troops?

I'm not Portuguese, but, but before the battle,

they were with Marshal Meydon's army.

I'll generally...

You mean to say they've come over to our side?

Exactly.

They've exerted on mass harm.

I would be much obliged if you would question

their commanding officer on my behalf.

They're much obliged to come, they don't assault us.

What you'll tell us about Bonaparte's main army is of great interest.

Hunger and disease, eh?

Even so, sir, your colonel.

It has also been reported that nearly all his horses have died off.

What a Marshal Meydon.

If Bonaparte falls back, we may also have to order a treat.

These two, I cannot say.

Well, you've been part of his army.

Does he lack food?

I suppose.

There is no shortage yet.

His troops are cold, and there is some disease.

But, uh...

That's right.

In the lap of the gods, eh?

Uh...

Gummador Hornblur.

May I speak of another matter?

I have a favor to ask for my troops, sir.

Would it be possible to return us to our own countries?

Back to the peninsula.

We will fight against the tyrant,

but we can fight better on our own soil.

I have not seen my native Spain for four long years.

If we could, could go by sea.

If you could provide shipping for us.

Yes, it will be arranged.

It might have a great moral effect on

our other allies of the tyrant.

Gracias.

Gracias, Gummador.

You will not regret this.

However, I ask one favor in return.

Any favor that is within my power?

Name it.

Your signature to our proclamation.

That's all.

We shall endeavor to circulate among Bonaparte's other satellites

the news of your joining the Allied cause.

Your signature will attest to its truth.

I will sign gladly.

Thank you.

Now, if you'll excuse me, call it.

I must return to my ship.

Okay.

I can't believe it.

Bonaparte is drinking from Maske.

It is true.

True, I tell you.

He left Moscow five days ago.

We beat him at Maloyaros Flavit.

The news just came. He's running as hard as he can for small ends can wash off.

He may never get there.

No, they're dying by a thousand every night. Nothing to eat. Winter.

Burn it, beaten. That means we can get out of this bay before the ice bay.

Not yet Captain Bush, right off.

What about the enemy here?

Marshall may down a still standing firm.

He'll have to retreat.

They can be no sign of it. Otherwise, General Essner would have mentioned it.

I would most certainly have mentioned it.

Still, it is possible.

Commodore, I am arranging to send out a celly, a small attack to test the enemy lines at dusk.

Will you join us?

No, most certainly.

Say you can't. You're your warlord, our Johnson's Bush.

I'm as better as a fiddle.

Well, if you say so.

You'll wear warm clothes, won't you?

And take a run along when you're going to keep you happy.

Did you?

Like a hen with one chick bush.

No sign of any of it, we'd wear.

Agent Hollisplop, no, from Glossowitz.

And here come their cannon.

They seem to have plenty of amuletion to waste.

Who darkened snow again before?

The campfires of the enemy glowed as yellow as before

and the flashes of their cannon remain regular as clockwork.

I still watching and listening.

Then after I began to darken my vision.

At first, I thought that curious lightheadedness was overcoming me again,

making my eyes deceive me.

But in a moment, I...

That destroying their guns,

filing some shots at us while at each cell,

though they fired against the trunnions of one of their own cannon, eh?

Do you see that first battery?

Only one gun at a time by the gory,

and you are correct, Commodore.

Disabling the guns, letting their campfires die.

Hey, dog has given up. His arm is in retreat. That must be it.

For close of it, we must follow up at once.

Order the foot soldiers to prepare to advance.

I want the cavalry plurated two hours before dawn.

Now, if old goes well, we should come within sight

of their rear guard by daylight.

Can you provide me with a horse journal or something?

I want to go with you.

It was all like a dream when they cleared us somehow.

They trotted up the road,

brought in the five places behind us.

No shots were fired at us.

Cossack patrols and the enemy, too,

stared at us unbelievably.

Then suddenly, we were in among the Russians.

I asked to be escorted to the General.

His name was York.

What is this?

One calcubic?

Richard, if I may, General York, let us put aside personnel to this.

I keep you chewing at my rags.

You're realized I should make York prisoners.

As you and all of us should have been prisoners of Napoleon,

born upon, General, I represent the King of England.

General von Tazovitz represents the emperor of Russia.

We are fighting to free Europe from Bonaparte.

Are you fighting to maintain him as a tyrant?

Such a question cannot be answered.

It is important that all of us is beaten.

He is retreating from Moscow.

Not 10,000 of his army will return.

Yes, but the army is the standards of deserves it.

You know, so if the Portuguese is all you are returning from him,

knowing that they've been betrayed.

I am a soldier.

If you fight for him, you may keep him on his tottering throne

a few weeks longer.

York, you are a German.

Your duty is to own slave country.

Your King, who is Bonaparte's prisoner.

I am a soldier, I tell you.

If you can free your country, you can free your King.

Now, at this moment, you can end the useless

porting out of the blood of your own men.

Do you suggest?

An armistice, General York, immediate cessation of hostilities.

To put down our arms?

To stop fighting?

I think Bonaparte is.

Well, General?

I agree.

Good.

Good.

Gone caught me as I slumped forward from the saddle,

and that seal of snow and desolation faded.

I seemed to drift for hours for days.

I was in a bed, in a bed open.

A lemon, for God's sake, nothing but lemons.

Again, a bed.

Soft.

Soft.

Church bells.

Run.

Arduouser.

And I, also, relish them.

I think it's church bells, boys.

We'll show them, huh?

Yes, relish them.

Oh, those bells must be in peace.

They're not being that much in water, Emily.

It's peace.

Oh.

Fighting, I've been here.

Do we have?

With a play, with a month?

Huh?

I'm conscious, Mr. Patan.

A month?

Impossible.

I ever thought you'd pull through there.

You were there.

Yes.

Where's the squadron?

I've gone back to England.

All except for none such.

Ah.

I've put Duncan in demand.

Yes.

We've been ordered to stand by here until you're ready for the trip.

The doctor says you should be up on the boat in another three weeks.

We're going to the boat.

We're going to the boat.

We're going to the boat.

We're going to the boat.

We're going to the boat.

We're going to the boat.

The wind goes fair.

We cleared the boat to consume board and the wind should not see.

We raised land.

We raised sand and green hills to England.

We dropped anchor at cheer and s,

where I was welcome by the vice-herbal.

But I was impatient the next morning,

just 30 miles to smoke,

which 30 miles,

and the church bells ringing,

and brown,

pounding upon my own door,

with him the bottle of opening the door.

I'm further in joy, by hands, by hands.

It's Christmas.

It's Christmas.

It's Christmas.

It's Christmas.

It's Christmas.

It's Christmas.

It's Christmas.

Oh, my.

My job.

Good.

Well, I'm there too.

I'm there too.

I wish I could.

Oh, he's wonderful.

I wish you could be there.

Oh, my God.

I wish you could be there.

I wish you could be there.

I wish you could be there.

I wish you could be there.

I wish you could be there.

I wish you could be there.

I wish you could be there.

Horatio Honeblower,

starring Michael Redgrave,

is based on the novels by CS Forestor.

Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch,

produced by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

Music composed and conducted by Harry Alan Towers.

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