Horatio Hornblower - The Spanish Leave Napoleon

Call all hands, beat the quarters.

No matter what they got, stand by, let's tell them a better.

One broadside in to it, you please, Captain Bush.

Point is on target.

Bring stuff ready.

Eyes are ready.

Fire!

Presenting Michael Redgrew, that C.S. foresters in dominole man of the sea, Horatio Hornblower.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

I had just received a lesson from my dear wife, Barbara.

She was well, she said, and misnamed.

And 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.

If this is legalized, I don't believe it.

If we are not here, we will be first in the middle of the winter.

Oh, confounded boss, can't you keep still, man?

Sorry, Bush.

I thought to tell you the truth, Olvina.

Oh, I was thinking of home.

It was I, Horatio.

We got drop anchor in the sheer nest.

That's about 30 miles from Smolbridge.

Robert would be there waiting and my little boy Richard there.

Well, it might be even better to appear suddenly and then surprise him, huh?

Bush, those are dreams, dreams, dreams.

Our duty remains here.

That's not so, Horatio.

You've been new here to all what I've been saying, man.

Why, first ice of the harbor, thus far it's thin.

Earlier Scotland, mainly at the shoreline.

But each day it creeps further on high.

I know, I know. We'll soon be ice-pan frozen in.

My first duty is to my squadron.

Loved in, we're at the mercy of the enemy.

Marshall may don't bring his foot so does across the ice and capture everyone of us.

I know, I know, I know. It was done 20 years ago at Amsterdam.

History has a way of repeating itself, erasure.

It's dangerous for us to risk freezing in extremely dangerous.

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?

It's great, dismissal.

Yeah, it's no doubt about it.

I say up and down and get out before it's too late.

General Essnaugh and his Russians would call us cowards.

Russian, the Russians are done for. There's no fight left to them.

Well, they still hold here at Riga.

And if they do one of it, what a burn apart himself.

His army has already taken Moscow.

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 Essnaugh receives Tsar Alexander.

The Tsar hasn't yet lost heart.

The Russians are still fighting, Bush.

The 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 peaches very long before this.

No, we've helped hold them in back and back as well.

Besides, there's something else.

You're not well, Horatio.

Oh, Nancy, you're not.

You've lost weight. You've had a cuff 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.

The bombardment was extremely heavy.

The ground had managed to find male horse.

As I joined General Essnaugh from Colonel von Klaizerhitz near the Russians, defense works.

It was all I could do to keep the beast in hand.

The opera were made in rear and slaughtered.

And the saddle heaved harder and didn't have any ships deck in the huddock.

I stroked to keep my voice calm and unbuffled.

Hey, hey, it appears you may be right.

The General Essnaugh, the enemy is massing troops and they're in front line.

Yes, I can see. Many troops come at all.

The French have brought up reinforcements to judge from their callers.

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

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

It is. Your eyes are sharp from Klaizerhitz.

And look beyond.

Give me your regiment of your own company.

The Russians, then.

I see them.

Yes.

You're ashamed that the Russians must fight for Bonheur.

They have been forced to fight for him.

They are not milling their lights.

The big ones have the bombardment seems to have stopped.

Yes.

So I know this branch.

They're turning the suit.

This is your suit.

They're in advance all along the line.

Come, it's not.

There's no time to be lost.

We must value the truth for it is too late.

Oh!

Look there, for the left.

Oh, I see them in the suit.

Nothing but over in country.

It's exactly.

It should not be open.

It's the enemy's flag.

They leave some exposed to a certain attack from their 40th march.

Yes, but who's going to leave 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 roundout.

Close by me, near the ruins of one spin of village church,

stood a mocked collection of Russian troops not getting engaged in battle.

They were all sorts.

Artillerymen, supply troops,

a few foot soldiers,

all bewildered and beaded as.

I myself decide on shouting at them,

just to make them understand.

I pointed towards the flank of the attack.

They came after me.

We fill upon the enemy there,

and took them completely by surprise.

They're coming!

Sir!

Sir, they're coming!

You know what, sir?

Here, here. Let me help you.

I can find them, bruh.

Of course, I'm all right.

But, simply because I have a horse shot down the rear.

There's no reason to...

Are you certain you're all right, sir?

I'm quite...

I'm quite...

Well...

It's all over, eh?

They're beating off.

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

It was that flank attack that did it, sir.

By the time I set myself to rights,

General S. Norfolk galloped up with General von Kuznet.

Ah!

Here we are.

Do you see them coming up?

All those troops.

Prisoners?

Look again, sir.

Oh!

Of course, if they were prisoners, they'd be under guard,

and they're not.

Sir, a whole regiment of them,

and beside their mother,

and their uniform was ragged in dirty.

Wait, those standards, eh?

Can they be exactly the Spanish troops?

I mean, I'm Portuguese,

but before the battle,

they were with Master Meydon's army.

I'll generally...

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

Exactly!

If they're with Master Meydon,

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 men armies

is of great interest.

Hunger and disease, eh?

Even so, sir.

It has also been reported

that nearly all his horses have died off.

And what about Master 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?

Yes, sir.

There is no shortage yet.

His troops are cold,

and there is some disease.

But, eh...

And so, in the lap of the gods, eh?

Eh...

May I speak of another matter?

I have a favor to ask for my troops, eh?

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 go by sea,

if you could provide shipping for us?

Yes, it will be arranged.

It might have a great moral effect on other allies of the tyrant.

Thank you.

Thank you, comrade.

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, comrade.

I must return to my ship.

I can't believe it.

Bonaparte is reaching for Moscow.

It is true.

True, I tell you.

He left Moscow five days ago.

We beat him at Maloyero's planet.

The news just came.

He's running as hard as he can for Spolensk and Bošov.

He may never get there.

No, they are dying by a thousand every night.

Nothing to eat.

Winter.

Burn it, beaten.

That beat we can get out of this bay before the ice bay.

Not yet, Captain Bošov.

Right off.

What about the enemy here?

Marshall made our still standing firm.

He'll have to retreat.

There can be no sign of it.

Otherwise, General Essner would have mentioned it.

I would most certainly have mentioned it.

Still, it is possible.

Comodore, I am arranging to send out a celly.

A small attack to test the enemy line.

The task.

Will you join us?

Most certainly.

Say you can't.

You're all worn out.

Nonsense.

Bošov is better as a fiddle.

Well, if you say so.

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

And take brown along.

When you're going to keep you happy, did you?

You're like a hen with one chick, Bošov.

No sign of any of it.

We'll meet later.

Major, all is well.

No, from close of it.

There come their cannon.

They seem to have plenty of ammunition to waste.

Who Darko and Snow began to fall?

The campfires of the enemy glowed as the other was before

and the flashes of their cannon remained regular as clockwork.

I stood watching and listening.

Men, after I began to dark my vision.

At first, I thought that curious lightheadedness

was overcoming me again, making my eyes deceived me.

But in a moment, I...

They're destroying their guns,

finding some shots at us while at each cell

where they fight against the trunnions of one of their own cannon, eh?

Do you see that first battery?

Only one gun at that time?

By the great...

You are correct, Commodore.

Disabling the guns, letting their campfires die?

Hey, Darko has given up his armies 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.

If all goes well, we should come within sight

of their rear guard by daylight.

Can you provide me with a horse turn or less enough?

I want to go with you.

If we all like a dream, only clearer, somehow.

If we trotted up the road, Brian, 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 Cossabix?

To reach out.

If I may, General York, let us put aside personnel of this.

I keep you doing it by your acts.

You'll realize I shall make your prisoners.

As you and all of Pasha,

they've been prisoners of Napoleon point to point.

No.

General, I represent the King of England.

General von Cossabix represents the Emperor in Russian.

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.

Bonaparte is beaten.

He's retreating from Moscow.

Not 10,000 of his army will return.

Yes, other army.

The standards of deserves it.

You know, so of the Portuguese,

all your prisoners are 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.

But you are a German.

You're a dutyist.

You're a slave country.

You're a king who is Bonaparte's prisoner.

I am a soldier.

I tell you.

You can free your country.

You can free your king.

Now, at this moment,

you can end useless polling out of the blood of your own men.

Do your suggests.

An armistice, General York,

an idiot cessation of hostilities.

To put down our arms,

to stop fighting,

fighting for Bonaparte, yes.

Well, General.

I, your colleague.

Good.

Grand Court may as I slump forward through the saddle,

and that seal of snow and desolation faded.

I seem to drift for hours for days.

I was in a bed,

and therefore,

a lemon was a rock,

and there's nothing but a lemon.

I can't afford that.

Church bells.

Well,

or just a,

and I also relish them.

I think your church bells, boss.

We'll, we'll show them, huh?

Yes, the ratio.

Oh, those, those bells must be in peace.

They don't ring that much in water, Emily.

It's peace.

Fighting, Happy New Year.

You have, with a play,

with a month.

I'm conscious, Mr. Patan.

A month, impossible.

I ever thought you'd pull through there.

You were there for you, Mr. Patan.

Where's the squadron, Captain Bush?

I got back to inkable.

It's a peninsula.

I put Duncan in command.

We've been ordered to stand by here,

until you're ready for the trip.

The doctor says you should be up for the boat

in another three weeks.

The wind was fair.

We cleared the boat,

and we can soon pour down the wintery North Sea.

We raised land,

a grey sand and green hills of England.

The drop-danker at Shearn S,

where I was welcome by the vice-herd,

but I was impatient the next morning,

just 30 miles to small bridge,

30 miles,

and the church bells ringing

and pounding upon my own door.

Williams, the Butler, opening the door.

All the way, the door for the door.

I'm further in joy,

by the end, but it's Christmas.

And with the door of the door,

I wish to...

I wish.

Oh, my darling.

Well, I'm there.

Come.

I wish it.

Oh, he's wonderful.

Thank you.

Oh, my darling.

Welcome.

Horatio Hohenblower, starting Michael Redgrave,

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

Music composed and conducted by Sydney Torch.

Produced by Harry Allen Torres.

Music composed and conducted by C. S. Farrister.

Music composed and conducted by C. S. Farrister.