All language subtitles for H.M.S.Defiant.1962

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MAN:
Up your oars.

Come on. Jump to it!

Press-gang, muster
on the jetty.

Mr. Scott-Padget,

I shall return
to Defiant in three hours.

We shall
be there too, sir,

with a full crew ready
and anxious to serve.

Thank you,
Mr. Scott-Padget.

Press-gang.

[DOG BARKING]

[ALL SHOUTING]

[GRUNTS]

[MAN SHOUTS]:
Stop him!

Catch him!
Don't let him get away!

Stop him!

Press-gangs
are busy tonight.

Yes. Probably ours.

MAN:
Down there...

We're a few men short.

A few?

Well, a few dozen.

Well, things get worse.

Seems the English sailor's
lost his taste for fighting.

Oh, I doubt that, sir.
Oh?

Maybe he's lost his taste
for the conditions

in which
he's expected to fight.

Must have discipline.

Well, of course, sir.

But we must admit
His Majesty's Navy

uses a heavy hand.

On occasion,
perhaps, too heavy.

Apart from
any finer feelings,

it could be dangerous.

The lower deck is too
often like a prison hulk.

No freedom, irregular pay

and food that even
the rats won't touch.

Oh, sorry, sir.
Speaking out of turn.

True, every word.

We've enough trouble ahead
without provoking any.

Still, that's up to the Lords
of the Admiralty to settle.

This is our business.

Sailing orders, Crawford.

Thank you, sir.

I understand
I make for Corsica

and report to Admiral Jarvis.

Correct and with
all possible speed.

Try not to get involved
in any side issues on the way.

Aye, aye, sir.

How's your glass?

Your first lieutenant,

Mr. Scott-Padget,

what do you make of him?

Well, from a brief meeting

I would judge him to be
both efficient and keen.

So keen that he's out now
with the press-gang.

Mmm.

I hate tattling.

No question of the man's
efficiency,

utter devotion to duty
and all that.

But I ought to warn you--

Oh, if you'll forgive me, sir,

I would prefer to make up
my own mind about him.

[WOMAN SOBBING]

No, don't.

Don't!

You mustn't resist
the king's press, my dear,

That will never do.

Don't take him, please.

We've only been married
three days.

You don't want him.
He's not a sailor.

He's never been to sea
in all his life.

We shall teach him.

You can't take him from me.

You can't! You can't!

Sir, I beseech you.
Have pity on us.

[DOG BARKING]

Bring him along.

[CHATTERING]

These men are
from the Defiant.

[WOMEN SCREAMING]

Press-gang!

[CLATTERING]

From our ship, I think.

We're all navy men here.
They can't touch us.

Just the same, we'd have some
explaining to do, wouldn't we?

[SCREAMING CONTINUES]

[SHOUTING]

You have to come
along with us.

You can't do that!
He's a gentleman.

Well, of course, I am.
Take your filthy hands off me!

Sir?

Am I in error, sir?

Well, thank heaven you're here.
Perhaps you'll tell him.

Well, you can see
I'm a gentleman.

Look at his lovely clothes.

Take him, Dawlish.

But you can't!

Now, Vizard,

you sail tomorrow?

Yeah. Mediterranean.

So you'll have to
count us out for the present.

There's no need.

When your ship joins the fleet
there, spread the word.

If the Mediterranean Fleet
and the Channel Fleet

struck at the same time,
we'd win our demands overnight.

You're going
to act soon then?

As soon as we are ready

every ship in
the Channel Fleet will mutiny.

Before spring ?

That depends.
How does your crew stand?

We've got
40 more pledges.

We've sworn half
the ship's company already.

Good.

[DOG BARKING]

Poor men.

Driven like cattle.

I don't understand it.

Having to be pressed
to go to sea.

Not everyone wants
to leave their homes, Harvey.

But think of it, Mother;

sailing in the Defiant
and fighting the French.

You sound just like
your father.

Anyway, the admiral
may not agree to let you go.

[DOOR CLOSES]
Father's back.

What did the admiral say?

Say?

About Harvey.

No objection.

After all, it's the custom.

He thinks it's about time
you found your sea legs.

Thank you, Father.

Gather your things
and we'll get you

settled in Defiant tonight.
I'm ready.

Harvey.

HARVEY:
Sorry, Mother.

Goodbye, my dear.

Look after yourself.

Goodbye, Mother.

CRAWFORD:
Wait for me below.

He'll find things
a bit different

from the training ship.

He's only 12.

Oh, don't worry.

He can take care of himself.

How long this time?

A year?

Less perhaps.

Only perhaps?

I hate goodbyes on the jetty.

I know what you're
going to say.

So I'll take
my leave of you now.

You left me days ago.

As soon as you
caught sight of the sea.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

God keep you both.

Well, what do
you think of her?

She's beautiful.

MAN:
Toss your oars. Up!

We'd better say goodbye.

Once we sail,
there'll be no occasion to talk.

Goodbye, Father.

Goodbye, Harvey.

MAN 1: Bows.
MAN 2: Aye, aye, sir.

Carry on, Mr. Crawford.

MAN:
Boats ahoy!

Captain's jolly boat
coming alongside, sir!

MAN: Up your oars! Up!
[BOATSWAIN'S WHISTLE BLOWS]

Full company aboard, sir.

Very good.

Mr. Scott-Padget,
this is Midshipman Crawford.

You must be very proud
to serve

in the same ship
as your father.

Yes, sir, I am.

Mr. Kilpatrick, will you
take the captain's son

down to the gunroom and
introduce him to his messmates?

Aye, aye, sir.
MAN: Watch on deck.

Stand by to hoist
captain's jolly boat.

Please pass the word to all
officers that Mr. Crawford

is to be treated no differently
from other midshipmen.

Yes, sir.
I quite understand.

[MUSIC PLAYS]

[LAUGHTER AND CHATTER]

Lots of women
still aboard.

Mostly wives, I reckon.

Hello, my love.

Who are they?

Them?
They're the pressed men.

Come on, follow me.

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

[LAUGHING]

Bye, my love.

Get those wretched
women off the ship!

DAWLISH:
Hoist away!

SCOTT-PADGET:
Dawlish!

Swing them over!

DAWLISH:
Clear the decks!

MAN:
See you next trip, now.

[SQUEALING AND SNORTING]

ALL:
Goodbye! Goodbye!

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

All supplies aboard, sir.
Checked and correct.

Thank you,
Mr. Scott-Padget.

Parade the recruits.
Aye, aye, sir.

Parade recruits.

DAWLISH:
Get on deck!

Look lively!

You men over there,
look lively, will you?

Come on, come on, come on.

Fall in at the end
of these two lines.

Where you going?

Now, look here, my man. I must
see the captain immediately.

It's outrageous.
I've been wrongly pressed.

Get in that line.

Recruits ready
for inspection, sir.

There's a man here says
he's been wrongly pressed.

Wants to be
put ashore, sir.

I brought him in myself.

Says he's a gentleman, sir.

He's a fraud.
I'm not, I'm as good--

Well, I insist that my
antecedents are as honorable,

sir, as your own
doubtless are.

What is your name?

Wagstaffe.
Perceval Palliser Wagstaffe.

Wagstaffe.

Are you by any chance related
to Admiral Wagstaffe?

Remotely, yes.
He-- He's a distant cousin.

But he would
speak for you?

I-- I'm sure
he would but--

Admiral Wagstaffe,
how well do you know him?

Intimately.

You visit his house?
Oh, yes. Often.

You claim that, do you?

Do you also claim
to be a madman?

For to have constantly visited
someone who does not exist--

Not exist? Would I not know
my own cousin?

I invented him
a moment ago.

[SAILOR SHOUTS]

What are you?

A clerk?

[ALL LAUGH]
Keep silence!

Yes, sir.

Well, that is, I'm promised
my articles to study law.

Very well, Mr. Dawlish.

Recruits ready
for inspection, sir.

Thank you,
Mr. Scott-Padget.

The usual beach combings.

It'll take a lot
of hard work.

They haven't
been sworn yet.

What does the surgeon say?

Ah, Mr. Goss.

Well, they'll do.

They'll do
very well, sir.

Excuse me, sir.
What?

I wish to appeal.
There's been a dreadful mistake.

No mistake.
But I'm a gentleman.

The man's an impostor, sir.
I questioned him.

If you'll excuse me, sir.

Uh, Mr. Scott-Padget.

I must ask you not
to turn your back.

I apologize, sir.

My other duties--

Until you get permission
to the contrary,

your duty is here with me.

Now, lads, don't think
it's the end of the world.

This is a good ship
with a fine crew.

Many of whom were
pressed like yourselves.

We have every hope
of an exciting cruise

and who knows, rich prizes.

So learn your duties,

obey orders

and no harm
will come to you.

The only enemy
is the Frenchman.

Remember that.

Mr. Dawlish, read these men
the Articles of War.

They are
compulsorily enlisted.

Now, Mr. Scott-Padget,

you may proceed
with your other duties.

Thank you, sir.

You'll muster
on the forecastle

where I shall read you
the Articles of War.

Turn forward
and follow me!

Boatswain,
get those men moving.

Use your starter on them.

DAWLISH:
Aye, aye, sir.

Jump to it, ya swabs!

MAN:
Anchors aweigh!

Up aloft there!
Come on there!

Look lively, lads!

DAWLISH: Next!

[GROANS]
DAWLISH: Next!

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Set the foresail.

Set the foresail!

[MAN SHOUTING]

Give her the mainsail.

Set the mainsail!

Keep her full.
MAN: Aye, aye, sir.

MAN:
Set the jib!

DAWLISH:
Don't look down, you swab!

Keep 'em moving,
damn your eyes!

Go higher, you scum!

Last man down,

sent in
for punishment!

Boatswain,
get them moving there!

DAWLISH:
Come on there. Jump to it!

Come on! Jump to it!

That's not good enough.

We'll do it again...now.

DAWLISH:
Come on. Up the riggin'!

Get up!

Come on now!

Come along the rig there!

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SCOTT-PADGET:
Have they died up there?

Keep 'em moving!

Much better.

You've accomplished
wonders with this crew.

Thank you, sir.

Don't press
them too hard.

Twelve minutes,
45 seconds to beat.

They'll do it this time.

Hey!

[GRUNTING, GASPING]

[GASPING]

[THUDDING]

[CHATTERING]

Is he badly hurt?

DAWLISH:
Leg broken, sir.

Get him below
to the surgeon.

MAN:
Aye, aye, sir.

That'll be enough
drill for today.

MAN:
Take this man to the surgeon.

Carry on down below.

Dismiss the starboard watch!

Mr. Scott-Padget, will you
have dinner with me tonight?

MAN:
Starboard watch secure.

Thank you, sir.

CRAWFORD:
And what about the man

injured this morning?

Oh, not too good.

If he doesn't improve,
I may have to take the leg off.

I'm sorry.

Mr. Scott-Padget's
already asked me

when he can
return to duty.

You don't like
Scott-Padget, do you?

I've served
with him before.

Oh, when was that ?

In the Beadle, sir.

Bad ship that was.

Far too much
flogging.

There was
a man killed.

Under punishment?

Yes, sir.

Oh, I think I can deal
with Mr. Scott-Padget.

Well, maybe, sir.

Do you know what happened
to the Beadle's captain?

Their Lordships
of the Admiralty broke him,

as they broke the captain
of his previous ship.

Influence?

Aye, sir.

When somebody of enormous
power has a mistress,

and that mistress has a son,

that young man has very, very
powerful influence at his back.

I see.
Mind you,

he's one of the most brilliant
young officers I've ever seen.

A future Drake or Hawkins,

with a vicious streak
and a silver spoon

and he has to land
on my quarterdeck.

[CHUCKLES]:
Sir, it could be

the making of him.

[KNOCKING]
Yes.

Good evening,
Mr. Scott-Padget.

Can I offer you
a glass of Madeira?

SCOTT-PADGET:
Thank you, sir.

I'll be going, sir.
Thank you, Mr. Goss.

You'll be interested
to know our sailing orders.

We join the Mediterranean
Fleet at Corsica,

reporting to Admiral Jarvis.

Convoy duty.

Orders say,
"With all possible dispatch,"

so we shall not
put in at Gibraltar.

But you'll have
ample time to train the crew.

I hope so, sir.

With your permission, I should
like to use next week

in gunnery practice.

Good.

[DAWLISH SHOUTING]

I well realize
the difficulties

of working up
a green crew in wartime.

But, as soon
as possible,

I would like you to go
more easily with them.

The first few weeks
we're inclined to use methods

that none of us like.

Are you questioning
my methods, sir?

I haven't said so.

I know the value of discipline
as well as you do.

Discipline is all
that matters, sir.

It's never all that matters,
Mr. Scott-Padget,

but it can exist,
even rigidly, in a happy ship.

The ideal
is always possible, sir,

if the men cooperate.

I'm sure they will.

I'll give you a toast.
To Defiant,

an efficient ship
and a happy one.

An efficient ship, sir.
And death to the French.

That rather depends
on your gun drill.

Get these men into position
and keep them there.

Elevate. Set.
They're jumping about
like jackrabbits.

Prime.

Fire!

Get back!

Oh, sir.
I-I never meant to--

Sergeant!

Put this man
under arrest...

...for making
to strike an officer.

No, sir. No!

You'll be flogged
for this; six dozen lashes.

SERGEANT:
Wheatley, you're under arrest.

CRAWFORD:
You made to strike an officer?

No, sir.

I-I wouldn't have
hit out, sir, honest.

I've learnt that much.

But you did
put up your fists?

Well, answer me!

On an impulse
of anger, sir,

instantly regretted.

What was that?

On an impulse of anger, sir,
instantly regretted.

Where did you learn
that phrase?

WHEATLEY:
It's true, sir.

Threatening an officer
is a court-martial offense.

But in the circumstances and
because of your clean sheet,

I'm going to be
as lenient as I may.

Two dozen lashes.

I said six dozen, sir.

March him out,
sergeant.

SERGEANT:
Right turn. Forward march.

There were a score
of people close by, sir.

They heard
what I promised him.

It was not your decision
to make.

Gentlemen,
did you take note

of that phrase he used?
Phrase, sir?

"An impulse of anger,
instantly regretted."

[CHUCKLES]

Of course, it may
mean nothing.

But, in my opinion,
he'd been drilled in it.

Drilled, sir?
By whom?

Oh, I wish I knew.

[CHATTERING]

Our man remembered
his little piece.

Yeah, didn't
save him, did it?

Maybe it helped.
Only two dozen.

Scott-Padget
must have nigh run mad.

Two dozen.

You know what
that means, don't you ?

MAN:
Shut your mouth, Silly Billy.

Means a soft captain.

My old captain on the Swift--
Captain Shaw--

He never gave less
than six dozen.

Yeah, that's
what he gave me.

Six dozen.

Look here!

[BOATSWAIN'S WHISTLE BLOWS]

SCOTT-PADGET:
All hands on deck
to witness punishment!

MAN:
All hands on deck!

SCOTT-PADGET:
Come on. Jump to it!

[CREWMEN MURMURING]

SCOTT-PADGET:
Come on there, jump to it!

Ship's company,
attention!

Ship's company ready
to witness punishment, sir.

Carry on.

DAWLISH:
Prisoner ready
for punishment, sir.

Commence punishment!

Start the roll!

One...

[WHIP CRACKS]

...two...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...three...

[WHIP CRACKS]

...four...

...five...

...six...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...seven...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...eight...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...nine...

...ten...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...eleven...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...twelve...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...thirteen...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...fourteen...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...fifteen...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...sixteen...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...seventeen...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...eighteen...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...nineteen...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...twenty...
[WHIP CRACKS]

...twenty-one...
[WHIP CRACKS]

Only three more.
...twenty-two...

Look at your feet.
[WHIP CRACKS]

..twenty-three...

...twenty-four!

[DRUM ROLL STOPS]

Punishment completed, sir!

Cut him down.

Aye, aye, sir.

Cut him down.

Ship's company,

turn forward!

Dismissed!

MAN:
Musketeers, turn forward.

Fair weather, Mr. Ponsonby.

MAN:
Dismissed!

"I, Richard Dawlish,
master-at-arms

"aboard His Majesty's
ship Defiant,

"do solemnly make oath and swear
that I will be true to the cause

"and serve as one
of the council of action,

even to the laying
down of my life."

Well done, Dawlish.

SCOTT-PADGET:
"Corsica, Leghorn,

last remaining British bases."

Message ends.

Acknowledge.
Aye, aye, sir.

Grave news, sir.
Yes.

Napoleon's
overrunning Italy.

He's bound to bring
Spain in on his side.

Yes.

Therefore, I presume
you want to change plans

and put in here
at Gibraltar.

I've seen no signal
countermanding our orders.

No, but since--
Which are to proceed to Corsica

with all possible dispatch.
Set the gallants.

Take over the watch,
Mr. Ponsonby.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]
Yes?

Sir.

It is my opinion, sir,

that we put back
to Gibraltar immediately.

Have you set
the gallants?

No. Not yet, sir.

Why not?

If we proceed
to Corsica now, sir,

we may be sailing
into a hopeless trap.

I have my orders.

Yes, sir.

Which were to join
Admiral Jarvis,

who may no longer
be at Corsica.

Oh, you're
well-informed.

He's bound to sail
back here, sir,

where his fleet
will be safe.

Where he won't
be bottled up, trapped,

cut off from his bases
and supplies

by a strong enemy fleet.

Admiral Jarvis
is not a fool, sir.

I'm sure he'd be happy
to hear you say so.

I think you
underestimate him, sir.

He would have done
as I say.

My responsibility
and yours too, by the way,

is to carry out
existing orders.

We are also responsible for
the safety of this ship, sir.

To risk it for orders
which events have outdated,

instead of using
our imagination and initiative--

Mr. Scott-Padget,

when you get
your own command,

you can sail by imagination
if you wish.

My ship will continue to follow
instructions from the Admiralty.

Whatever the consequences?

You may have the power
of life and death

over every man
aboard this ship, sir.

But I warn you,

if we come
through this voyage safely...

Yes? If?

...to have followed
Admiralty instructions

may not be quite enough.

I will say this
to you only once, sir.

I will not be bullied
or threatened

and I intend to be obeyed.

Your friends in London
mean nothing to me.

I assure that while you serve
in this ship,

they will mean
absolutely nothing to you!

You can go now.

Steady as she goes.

MAN:
Steady, sir.

Mr. Ponsonby,
set the gallants.

Smartly, Mr. Ponsonby.
Smartly.

Aye, aye, sir.

Topmen aloft,
set the gallants!

Yes, I can.

Get those midshipmen
out of the rigging.

This is a ship of war,
not a nursery.

Aye, aye, sir. On deck,
Mr. Pardoe, Mr. Crawford!

SAILOR:
Top main squared off!

[MEN GRUNTING INDISTINCTLY]

Mr. Crawford.

I want you to find the senior
midshipman for me.

Mr. Kilpatrick, sir?

Tell him that I shall see him
in the gun room immediately.

Aye, aye, sir.

Get that hatch open,
Grimshaw.

Let some air
into the magazine.

Did you hear what I said?

Open that hatch.

GRIMSHAW:
But, sir,

we had
it open yesterday, sir.

KILPATRICK:
I don't care whether it was open

yesterday or the week before.
I'm giving you an order.

Open that hatch.

GRIMSHAW:
But, sir,

orders is once a week, sir.

Stand up,
you insolent dog.

HARVEY:
Mr. Kilpatrick?

Mr. Scott-Padget wants to see
you, sir, in the gun room.

What the devil
does he want?

I don't know, sir.
He said immediately.

Get that hatch open
at once.

Aye, aye, sir.

Carry on with the report,
Sergeant Kneebone.

KNEEBONE: I've got three more.
I've got seven.

Five. That's all.
That's good enough.

Only a few more and we'll
have the whole ship pledged

by the time
we get to the fleet.

Meantime, we write
our petition.

Petition.

Why is everybody afraid
of the word "mutiny"?

I'm not afraid of the word.
If it fits. But it don't.

Now, look, you seize one ship,
that's mutiny.

And no one
ever got away with it.

You seize
the whole fleet,

there's nothing
they can do about it.

They can't hang
every man afloat.

There aren't enough
yardarms.

We'll make them
listen to us.

Until then,
spread the gospel,

same as the boys back
at Spithead are doing

this instant minute.

Yeah, wait. And wait.
And wait.

Yes, Evans. Wait.

Till the time comes.

And when the time comes,
Vizard--

Scott-Padget.

Mr. Kilpatrick,

you've been before the
Commissioning Board three times

and each time you failed.

Yes, sir.
What age are you, 33, 34?

Thirty-five, sir.
Thirty-five.

Then your chances
of becoming an officer

are getting slight,
aren't they?

Yes, sir.
Unless the board had reason

to believe that you had, uh,

special qualities.

Special qualities, sir?

Yes. Ingenuity
in a difficult situation,

courage, loyalty to
a particular officer.

An officer with influence

who might go out of his way
to, uh, use it.

Yes, sir.
I think I see, sir.

You're responsible,
aren't you,

for the discipline
of younger midshipmen

when they kick over
the traces?

Make them kiss the gunner's
daughter. Yes, sir.

Yes. Without fear or favor.
Sir.

How about young
Mr. Crawford?

How does he take it?
Like a man, I hope.

Well, actually, sir,
I've not yet had occasion to--

Not yet had occasion?

Oh, but if he's made of good
stuff, he must be high-spirited.

And if he's high-spirited,
he must get into mischief.

And if he gets into mischief,
he must be punished.

The captain insisted
on no favoritism.

I think you heard him
say that.

Yes, sir.

Well, be watchful,
Mr. Kilpatrick.

And diligent.
Yes, sir.

And if you ever need my advice,
don't hesitate to ask for it.

Thank you, sir.

KILPATRICK:
Now, don't lie, son.

HARVEY:
I didn't do it, sir.

Are those your
initials or not?

Yes, but I just made
a little scratch.

You could
hardly see it.

Oh, you did?

First, you say one thing,
now another.

Well, I thought-- It's all
so marked about anyway.

But it shouldn't be.

There's a mess rule against
defacing the tabletop.

I've been lenient with you,
Mr. Crawford. Much too lenient.

Anything to say?

Only that
someone else must've--

I've nothing to say, sir.

Nothing to say.

The very time
when you should have.

In the Navy we call that
dumb insolence.

Ooh!

Bring the lamp closer,
carpenter.

HARVEY:
Ow!

Yes. There is
a trace of worm.

I thought I should bring
your attention to it, sir.

Nothing a little whitewash
won't cure.

I don't think
the ship's falling to pieces.

I thought it might work its way
to the midshipmen's berth.

As you're below deck, perhaps
you'd be good enough to look.

Very well.
If you think it important.

[HARVEY GROANING]
Somebody being taught manners?

[WHIP CRACKS]
HARVEY: Ow!

Overdoing it, isn't he?

That will do,
Mr. Kilpatrick.

Aye, sir.
All right, get up.

May I ask what he's being
punished for, Mr. Kilpatrick?

KILPATRICK:
Cutting his initials
on the mess table, sir.

Where is this trouble
you mentioned?

Chapman.

All I can see
is a patch of uncoated timber.

Is that what you
brought me in here for?

I thought you should see, sir.

[BELL CLANGING]

The wind's freshening, sir,
as I expected.

Why have you countermanded
my orders ?

Sir?

I ordered the gallants
to be set.

When I come on deck,
I find nothing.

I judged with the following
wind there'd be no--

You judged,
Mr. Scott-Padget?

You judged?

Simply a matter
of good seamanship, sir.

Sir, you're impertinent.

I will not have every decision
I make questioned by you.

Go below and stay there

until I give you permission
to come on deck. Is that clear?

Yes, sir. Quite clear.

Mr. D'Arblay,
set the gallants.

D'ARBLAY:
Aye, aye, sir. Set the gallants!

SAILOR:
All haul together.

[**]

MAN:
There you are. Come on.

A beating every day
for a week.

Why doesn't the captain
do something about it?

What can he do?

[GASPS]

You all right, lad?
Thank you.

Come on, then.
We'll go down together.

Easy now.

Muster on the gun deck.
Move.

[**]

These stripes are
coming along very nicely.

They're still
bloody painful, sir.

His own son, eh?

What's the matter
with the captain?

Can't he see
what's going on ?

Hey, you. Come here.
Sit down.

Now, what you said,
just now out there.

"The captain can't do anything."
What do you mean by that?

Oh, I was just guessing--
What do you mean?

Well, suppose he went
for Scott-Padget over this.

There'd be a court-martial.
There'd have to be.

And they'd prove that he was
attacking an officer

to protect his own son.

That would finish him.

And if Scott-Padget
has influence,

it could be easily done.

How much law
do you know, lad?

Oh, well, I told you.
I was just guessing.

So, Scott-Padget's
gonna rule the roost,

run the ship his way.

It's a chance,
isn't it?

What for?
Scott-Padget.

Put a knife in his back.

Give him Jonah's toss.
Don't be a fool.

Suppose the captain
found him gone tomorrow,

do you think he'd care ?

We're not after one man.
We're after bigger things.

And we'll get it,
if we're patient.

That's the only word
you know, isn't it?

I know this, Evans:

That if we touch one
officer aboard this ship,

our whole cause is lost.

Do you think he heard?

That old drunk?
What's it matter?

KILPATRICK:
Didnt I tell you
to have this place cleaned up?

HARVEY:
But I did.

KILPATRICK:
You call this filthy mess clean?

I shall have to teach you
another lesson. Come over here.

[WHIP CRACKING]

[WHIP CRACKS]
HARVEY: Oh!

Ow!

[KNOCK AT DOOR]
Yes?

I hope I'm not
disturbing you, sir.

Not in the least,
Mr. Goss.

I thought, uh,
I should report that...

Report what?

Well, the man Wheatley's
recovering well from punishment

and the other three men injured
have gone back to duty, sir.

You told me
all this yesterday.

Ah, yes, sir.

Really, I-- I wish, sir,
to make a suggestion.

Well, forgive me if I--

But well, I--
What I mean is--

If he could spend a few
days in the sick bay,

he'd be out of their hands,
you see.

Who would be out
of whose hands?

Your son.

What are you
trying to tell me?

Well, I can hear.
I can hear everything.

My quarters
are just opposite, you see,

and when these
punishments go on--

He's my-- Is Mr. Crawford
the only one punished?

Oh, no, sir.

But when two or three
get beaten,

he's always
one of the numbers.

Well, it's got to stop, sir.

I've heard things said
on the lower deck.

The men are
beginning to think.

Think what?

Well, uh,
what I mean is--

[KNOCK AT DOOR]
Yes.

Mr. Scott-Padget's
compliments, sir.

He begs you
for an audience, sir.

At once, if possible.

He said it is of the most
vital importance, sir.

Mr. Crawford,
you should be in sick bay.

No, sir. I'm not ill,
honestly.

Please, may I take him
your answer, sir?

No.

I'll deliver it myself.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[CHATTERING PETERS OUT]

You asked to see me.

I didn't expect you
to come here, sir.

At this moment, all I want
to do is thrash you

and clap you in irons.

But that would suit you
very well, as we both know.

I fail to
understand you, sir.

Do you?

I have no intention of following
your previous captains

onto the beach.

Is that clear?

Now, what do
you want from me?

Only to be
restored to duty, sir.

I have no wish to be confined
when I'm needed on quarterdeck.

What makes you think
you're needed?

There's a sea running.
Very slight.

I've been listening
to the sounds of it.

I know that I'm right.

You always have
to be right.

So in case we
have to reduce sail,

may I return to the deck?

It is my place.

And my duty.

Your first duty
on leaving this cabin

will be to see that all is well
in the midshipmen's berth.

But surely
Mr. Kilpatrick will--

Will do as you tell him.

I want the boy left alone.

He's taken
more than enough.

You mean your son, sir?

You know very well
I mean my son.

I shall see to it
for you, sir.

May I now
be returned to duty?

You may.

[INDISTINCT CHATTERING]

[CHATTERING CEASES]

[CHATTERING RESUMES]

[INAUDIBLE]

[FLUTE BEING PLAYED]

CRAWFORD: Mr. Scott-Padget?
[FLUTE MUSIC STOPS]

Why are we not
under full sail?

I judged it to be
inadvisable, sir.

[FLUTE MUSIC RESUMES]

MAN:
Ho! Hey! Ho!

Now, then, Waggie,
just carry on working.

What do you want?
You.

We need a lawyer.

But I'm not a lawyer.
Not yet.

No. But you've
studied law.

You can find your way about
a document better than we can.

Well, I might give advice,
but that's all.

Now, listen. We want you
to help us with our petition.

For redress of grievances,
is that it?

Redress. That's the sort
of word.

And a lot of other words
for a lot of grievances.

Now, look,
some of the men

haven't been off this ship
for years. You know that.

Why don't they run for it?
[SCOFFS] Run for it?

Get caught and flogged
like him?

Leave me alone.
I won't join a mutiny.

It's not a mutiny.

And you're gonna
help us prove that.

You're taking the oath.

What are you
doing there?

What's this
little gathering for?

Just making up
some rope, sir.

Hard work with these louts
lying on it.

Move them!
Come on.

Get moving. Jump to it.
Jump to it! Go on, get moving.

Watch out, or next time you'll
be in for real trouble.

I'm very sorry, sir.
It was my fault.

Yours?
Yes, sir.

I pulled on the rope--
Tripped him.

Make damn sure you don't
have any more accidents, Vizard.

Otherwise, I'll have
a look at your backbone.

Boatswain?

What's the matter with you?
Are you out of your mind?

Vizard, I will join.

Good lad.

[FOOTSTEPS CLATTERING]

SCOTT-PADGET:
You'll be flogged for this.

Sergeant!

Take him forward.
Put him under guard.

Jones.

Another flogging.

Pass the word.

We do a full tryout
tomorrow at eight bells.

[MAN CROONING]

It's 10 long years

Since last I see thee

Far away
Your lonely river

It's 10 long years

Since last I see thee
[BELL CLANGS]

Away I'm bound to go

On--

[MOUTHING]

First Lieutenant said
keep a sharp lookout

to starboard, Pardoe.

PARDOE:
Thank you.

You men on Gun 3,
jump to it.

Station two marines in the after
well deck at six bells.

Steer east-nor-east.

East-nor-east,
aye, aye.

Mr. Scott-Padget.
Yes, sir.

In the last few minutes,
have you noticed anything?

Noticed what, sir?

A number of small things.

For instance, a man
shouting without a sound.

I don't know
what you mean, sir.

All right.

[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

He saw you do it.
Why did you?

That's the signal.

I'm supposed to shout for
the lads to give three cheers.

Next time we have a tryout,
you be more careful, see?

When are we going to do it?
The real thing?

You'll be told.

Meantime, we done
what we said.

We join the fleet
tomorrow in Corsica

with something to show them:

A fully pledged ship...

ready for action.

[SEAGULLS SQUAWKING]

Not a single bloody ship.

Nothing in the harbor.
Not a stick nor a spar.

Looks like we're
on our own then.

What happened to them?
Where are they?

They must've sailed.

If there are
no British ships, sir,

there'll soon be
some French ones.

I suggest
we leave here immediately.

We're going to.
And put back to Gibraltar

as I suggested
in the first place?

Bring her about,
Mr. Scott-Padget.

Yes, sir.

Boatswain, stand by
to wear ship!

MAN:
Stand by.

Mr. Ponsonby,

I want you to find
Midshipman Crawford.

Send him into the tops
for two days.

A punishment, sir?

Uh, do as I tell you.

Mr. Scott-Padget,
I wish to speak

to the ship's company
informally.

Muster all hands,
if you please.

All hands
to the after well deck!

BOATSWAIN:
All hands muster in well deck!

Go on, jump to it!

[ALL CLAMORING INDISTINCTLY]

BOATSWAIN:
Come on, men. Jump to it.

We are heading back
to Gibraltar, sir, aren't we?

We'll stay on this course
for the time being.

Well, lads,

I've got
some explaining to do.

We seem to have
lost the fleet

and I don't know
where to find them.

I've mustered you
because I want you to know

the orders for the fleet
and for us,

which are to escort a great
convoy of timber ships

from the far side of Italy

right back to England.

Timber to build ships
of the line and frigates.

More like her:

Defiant.

Now, it's our duty to go
to the place of rendezvous

and see if the convoy
is there.

If it isn't,
well, we've done our best.

If it is,

we'll bring it back
in the face of Frenchmen,

Spaniards,

or anyone else who cares
to try and stop us.

[ALL CHEERING]

SCOTT-PADGET:
Back to your duties.

MAN:
Carry on.

Italy, Mr. Scott-Padget.

Hello, Harvey. I've brought you
some biscuits.

Thank you.

How long have you done here now?
Day and a half.

Old Scott-Padget
must be getting soft.

It wasn't him.
It was Ponsonby.

PARDOE:
Oh, why?

HARVEY:
Pardoe, a ship.

Deck there! Sail-ho!
Starboard beam!

PARDOE:
A frigate
and a merchantman, both French,

on the starboard beam!

C'est un Anglais.

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

Beat to quarters!

Beat to quarters!

Mr. Scott-Padget,
set all sails.

Give her every stitch.
Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Scott-Padget,
I'll not have an officer

carrying a rope's end.

MAN:
All right, there,
overhaul the gear!

Very good, sir.

Set the gallants
and flying jib!

[DRUMS ROLLING]

[ALL SHOUTING]

One gun ready.
Two gun ready.

Three gun ready.
Four gun ready.

Five gun ready.
Cast loose!

DAWLISH:
Forward your guns!

ALL:
Heave! Heave!

Heave! Heave! Heave! Heave!

Ship ready and cleared
for action, sir!

Thank you,
Mr. Scott-Padget.

Lads, we'll fight her as if
all England were watching.

[**]

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

[MAN REPEATS IN FRENCH]

Helm up.

HELMSMAN:
Helm up, sir.

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

[MAN REPEATS IN FRENCH]

Let her fall off
a little more.

MAN:
Aye, aye, sir.

Getting closer.

Feu!

[ALL SHOUTING]

DAWLISH:
Stand fast!

[CANNONS BLASTING]

Steady.

Fire.

Steer small.

[BLASTING CONTINUES]

Aim for her masts.

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Fire!

Mr. Scott-Padget,
take over boarding party.

Aye, aye, sir.

Board!

[ALL SHOUTING]

MAN:
Help me!

[GRUNTS]

[GUNSHOTS]

I'll kill you!

Aagh!

Gun crews, stand by to board.
Mr. Ponsonby.

PONSONBY:
Board!

[BOTH GRUNTING]

Aagh!

All right, you--

Captain of Marines!

Tell the Captain
of Marines to board.

Aye, aye, sir.

Marines, board!

The ship's ours, sir.
Now for the merchantman!

She's struck her colors.
We'll take her as a prize.

[ALL CHEERING]

Everything's in order, sir.
Both ships.

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Take him below,
Sergeant Kneebone.

He says the English fleet
has made for the Atlantic, sir.

I don't believe it.
It's what I've said all along.

If the fleet's gone back,

we may be the only English
ship in the Mediterranean.

Do you still insist
on making that rendezvous?

I only insist
on carrying out my orders,

which are to escort
a convoy.

But there won't be
a convoy, sir,

only a French ship of the line
waiting for us.

I can see it now.
Yes, I think you can.

You've been proved right
once before.
Exactly.

But on this occasion,
I feel you are wrong.

There will be no
French ship of the line,

only the fear of one.

[CHATTERING, LAUGHTER]

Sir--
Listen.

They're celebrating
already.

Sir--

And why not?

There'll be prize money
for all hands.

Plenty of prize money
with these two beauties.

You'd do well
to pay attention.

I've detailed the crews
to sail them back.

The Third Lieutenant in command
of the frigate.

Good luck,
Mr. D'Arblay.

A pleasant voyage
to Rochefort.

Thank you, sir.

You must listen to what
I have to say, sir.

I've put Mr. Kellahorn
in charge of the merchantman.

I've given him a junior
midshipman to assist him.

Mr. Crawford.

Mr. Crawford?

[CHATTER]

Take care of that ship.

BOTH:
Aye, aye, sir.

Get her back safely.

MAN:
Pull away. Hoist away.

I thought you wanted to have
the boy on board with you, sir.

I thought so too.

I made a mistake.

Now I've put it right.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

SCOTT-PADGET:
Faster! Keep moving! Faster!

Jump to it,
you lazy dogs! Jump!

Mr. Scott-Padget!

They fought well
yesterday, sir,

because I got them
into fighting trim

and I'm gonna keep them
that way.

I told you,
I'll have no officer

carrying a rope's end,
much less using one.

I couldn't find Kilpatrick.

I'm suspending you for
the remainder of this watch.

For carrying a rope's end?
For disobeying an order.

From now on, I shall take steps
that will astound you.

You have astounded me, sir,
many times, in many ways.

What was that? I think you need
a hard lesson, sir.

When you return to this deck,
you'll keep watch and watch,

four hours on
and four hours off,

day and night
until further orders.

I'm a senior officer, sir,
and not a midshipman.

Not a midshipman.

I apologize, sir. If I've
offended you in any way--

Damn you, get below.
I simply wanted to say--

Still you argue and disobey.
Mr. Ponsonby, when off duty,

this officer will report
every two hours,

fully dressed and equipped,
to the officer of the watch

who will inform me
that he has done so.

Now, get below.

[**]

Look at 'em. They've forgotten
the petition already.

You know, in our business,

bloody Scott-Padget
was the best friend we had.

Carry on,
Mr. Scott-Padget.

Sir, officer under punishment
has reported

with all equipment correct.
Thank you, Mr. Ponsonby.

Small chance of a convoy
still being here.

Any change in course, sir?
Not yet.

MAN:
Sail-ho! Deck there!

Large sail two points forward
of the larboard beam!

What is she?
Can you tell?

She's a frigate, sir!

Do you hear that,
Mr. Scott-Padget?

A single frigate.

Not your ship of the line.
Beat to quarters.

Aye, aye, sir.

PONSONBY:
Beat to quarters!

[DRUMS ROLLING]

They think this
is a safe road now.

We'll run with her and
take a closer look.

Bring us round to
nor-nor-west, Mr. Ponsonby.

Aye, aye, sir.

Steer nor-nor-west.
MAN: Nor-nor-west.

[SHOUTING]

[ALL SHOUTING]

Number one ready.
Number two ready.

Three ready.
Four ready.

Five ready.
MAN: All guns ready, sir!

Cleared for action, sir.
Fighting lanterns ready.

Gun ports not yet opened.
Thank you.

She's a Venetian, all right.
Neutral then.

Unless Venice has been
overrun by the French.

No flag. No signal.

CRAWFORD: Why not?

She must be able
to see our colors.

And she must have heard us
clear for action, sir.

Mr. Ponsonby,
private night signal.

PONSONBY:
Aye, aye, sir.

Hoist the night signal.

No reply.

The gun ports
are opened, sir.

We can't sit here
waiting for her broadside.

I'm just as suspicious as
you are, Mr. Scott-Padget,

but we must be sure.

We cannot expose the ship
like this, sir.

We must fire now.

All right, Mr. Scott-Padget.
Run out your guns.

Aye, aye, sir.
But hold your fire.

SCOTT-PADGET:
Run out your guns!

MAN:
Run out your guns!

ALL:
Heave! Heave! Heave!

Heave! Heave! Heave!

What ship are you?

We are His Majesty's
Ship Defiant.

What ship are you?

[ALL SHOUTING]

Fire party
to number five gun!

Mr. Ponsonby, it's his arm!
Get him below!

Hudson, King, quickly.
Get the captain below!

The captain's been hit!

Take your orders
from me!

Ready!

Fire!

[GROANING]

[MAN SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

Who's that out there?

What's happening?

Goss.

Goss.

Has Defiant been taken?

Why, no, sir.

Whose are those voices?

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

Je refuse de parler.

Signore Capitano?

[SPEAKS IN ITALIAN]

...de Bonaparte.

[SPEAKS IN FRENCH]

[DOOR OPENS]

Uh, Mr. Scott-Padget,
the captain.

Did Goss tell you?

I took the Venetian,
sir.

Did we lose many men?

Nothing to speak of.
A dozen or so.

And wounded,
about threescore.

If you'll allow me, sir,
I'm needed.

She went down later, sir,

but before she did, we took
a great deal off her.

Crates of it.
All on its way to France.

But there's
a much bigger prize.

Bring in the Frenchman.

Though you wouldn't believe it
to look at him,

this absurd figure
is Colonel Giraud,

political adviser
to Napoleon himself.

[GIRAUD SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

All right, take him away.

Vous devriez m'ecouter,
monsieur...

It's fortunate for us

that Colonel Giraud omitted
to destroy all his papers.

He knows of plans
for the invasion of England.

Does he know when?

Within the next few weeks,
sir.

He must be sent to London.

Yes, of course, sir.

As soon as I've made
the necessary repairs,

we shall make all speed.

You've done extremely well.

Thank you, sir.

And Mr. Scott-Padget,

this crew serves well if you
don't drive them too hard.

I shall remember that, sir.

"Change our vile body that it
may be like His glorious body...

"according to mighty working

whereby He is able to subdue
all things to Himself."

That ends the burial service
for those killed in action.

Turn forward and--

Stand by, all hands.

I can't waste time
with assemblies,

so this must serve
a second purpose.

Stand by
to witness punishment.

DAWLISH:
All hands
to witness punishment!

[WHISPERS]
Two dozen,

just for looking at him.

Stow it.

Commence the punishment!

Start the roll!

[DRUMS ROLLING]

Keep low.

She'll take off our masts.

She'll lop them off!

Keep down. Keep down.

Goss, are you there?

I'm-- Boy,
where's Mr. Goss?

On deck, sir.
For the flogging.

Flogging?
I authorized no flogging.

DAWLISH:
Twenty-three!

Twenty-four!

[DRUM ROLL STOPS]

Punishment completed, sir.
Two dozen lashes.

Cut him down.

DAWLISH:
Aye, aye, sir.

Enjoy yourself?

You won't for long!

I'll rip your throat out,
you bloody swine!

Another two dozen!

Aye, aye, sir.
Another two dozen!

What's the matter
with you, Evans?

It's got worm in it.
I'll eat weevils and maggots.

I'm damned
if I'll eat red worms.

Good food thrown on the deck.
You're getting spoiled.

That's an offense.
You know that, don't you?

Yes, sir.

A flogging offense, Evans.

You know that too,
don't you?

He sent you, didn't he?

What's that?
Yes, sir. I know it.

So while we consider
the best course of action,

pick it up!

It's fit. Eat it.

Eat it.
That's an order.

[SHOUTING]

You'll swing for this,
every man jack of you!

[ALL MURMURING]

He's right.

The penalty for striking
an officer is hanging.

And we're all in it.
We'll have to move fast.

Well, what shall we do?

There's only
one thing to do.

Give the signal.

WHEATLEY: When? Now?
As soon as we can.

We'll go at eight bells,

same as before,
if you can remember.

Now, Morrison, get up on deck
and warn everyone you meet.

Right.

Wagstaffe,
go and tell Dawlish.

What about me then?

You? Get up aloft.

And this time,
let's hear your cheer.

Who's officer of the watch?
Ponsonby.

Ponsonby. Well, he'll--

Where's Scott-Padget?
Where is he?

MAN:
Get out of here.

[ANGRY MURMURING]

I want all officers
confined to their quarters,

under guard by marines.

Now, listen to me, Evans.
I'm warning you.

You use that knife,
and you're a dead man.

All right, lads.

No excitement,
no rushing on deck.

And wait for the cheer.

[MUMBLING]

Now, take some more, sir.

You'll stand better
what I've got to do.

Now, get ready.

Now, grab him.

[GRUNTS]

[**]

Look lively.
Put your backs into it.

[WHISPERS INAUDIBLY]

All right, you there.
Start on number four gun.

[WHISPERS INAUDIBLY]

[RINGING]

[**]

Hip, hip, hooray.

[ALL CHEERING]

What's happening there?

Leave me alone.
You shut your mouth, son.

[CHEERING]

MAN:
Don't move, sir.

This means
your death, Vizard.

Take him below.

Stand still.

Get out.

All right, Mr. Goss.
No one will come in here.

Stay on the door.

[ALL CHATTERING]

[SPEAKING IN FRENCH]

What's he saying?

MAN:
It's about us being
revolutionaries like him.

[ALL LAUGHING]

Well, he's important
to the captain.

He wants to see me
about him right away.

You got the petition?

All right,
take care of him.

We are revolutionaries,
you know.

Only they done things properly.
MAN 2: Who?

The Frenchies,
with the guillotine.

For two days
we've had this ship,

and Scott-Padget's
still alive.

[ALL MURMURING]

[KNOCKING]

Wait.

Go now.

Come in.

You wish to see me, sir?
Mr. Crawford?

Sit down.

Where are we heading?

Oh, my committee
aren't decided yet.

Caribbean, South America.
Anywhere but England.

It's of England
I wish to speak to you.

The Frenchman,
Colonel Giraud,

has vital information
about an intended invasion.

That's the truth.

Invasion?

He knows the landing places

and the approximate date.

That much has been
got out of him,

but he knows
a great deal more.

He must be handed over

for further questioning
at once.

Handed over? Who to?

Admiral Jackson
is in command

of the squadron
blockading Rochefort.

What? Sail Defiant to Rochefort.
Is that what you're asking?

Sail her up to the squadron,
alongside English men-of-war?

Yes, I am asking you
to do that,

if you care for the safety
of your country.

If you don't wish
to see her humiliated,

and overrun
by Frenchmen, yes.

Well, what will
become of us?

How can I promise anything?

Their Lordships at the Admiralty
do not encourage mutiny.

It was never intended,
not this way.

Oh, for heaven's sake, man,
what way then?

A petition?

I see.

Hm. Bit late
for petitions now.

All right,
we'll sail to Rochefort.

But if we do,
will you stand by us?

I'll do my best for you,
all of you.

I'll submit all the facts
in your favor.

But I warn you.

If any harm comes
to a single officer--

A single officer.

I understand.

Very sorry you
lost the arm, sir.

So he's promised to speak
for us when the time comes.

Can we trust him?
Yes.

What, trust an officer?

Ah, to hell with England.
Let 'em have their invasion.

Oh, stow it.
I've got a family back home.

MAN:
I don't want these Frenchmen
tramping through my house.

MAN 2:
Nor mine either.

Sergeant, watch him.
All our lives depend on this.

Well, for the present,
we're agreed.

We head for Rochefort
and the blockade squadron.

MAN 3: Aye.
MAN 4: Agreed.

[MAN SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]

Sails on starboard bow.

VIZARD:
That's the squadron, all right.

Deck there.
Flagship on the starboard bow.

DAWLISH:
Strike topsail.

VIZARD:
Lively there.

Stand by to drop anchor.

DAWLISH:
Stand by to drop anchor.

Wagstaffe, get your
signals party ready.

Aye, aye.

MAN:
Look lively.

Wait here.

[KNOCKING]

You're mad. You're out
of your minds, all of you.

Dealing with an admiral.

Admiral Jackson's an honest,
seagoing man.

He'll listen to us.
Oh, yeah.

He'll agree to anything
till we surrender.

Then he'll hang the lot of us.
No, he won't.

I served under him in '89.
All right. You'll see.

[DOOR OPENS]

Mr. Crawford.

Vizard.

Which of us goes
to the flagship?

None of us.

Why risk being
clapped in irons?

I'll make them come to us.

MAN 2:
Pull away. Hoist away.

MAN:
Send away the anchor.

MAN 3: Boat ahoy.
MAN 4:Flagship.

Toss your oars. Up.

VIZARD:
Sergeant?

Leave the prisoner
under escort.

Take charge
of the starboard gangway.

Keep the prisoner below.

DAWLISH:
Flagship's jolly boat alongside.

Take me to the captain.
This way, sir.

Harvey.

He arrived here
with the prize ships

and stayed on with
the admiral, sir.

I've brought an urgent
dispatch from the admiral.

Give that to me.

It's happened.
They've done it at Spithead.

The fleet mutinied.

[CHEERING]

The Lords of the Admiralty
agreed to this?

Every item, sir.

All you asked for.

There's far more.
Look, sir.

"Full pardon
for all those involved,

has been signed
by His Majesty the King."

Oh.
This changes things, don't it?

It changes everything.

Well, lads,
you heard the news.

[CHEERING]

What happens to us?

I'll go to the admiral now,

and I'm sure I can promise you
everything you wish,

so long as I leave
an orderly ship behind me.

You shall have that, sir.

Sergeant Kneebone,
I want all officers set free.

Bring them on deck.

You can't let 'em go,
Vizard.

You're throwing it all away,
all we've worked for.

Jenkins, get down
to the gun room.

Release the midshipmen.

We're releasing the officers.
Release the officers.

Will it please you
to come on deck, sir?

What's happened?

The mutiny's over,
finished, all made right.

Made right?
In orders from the fleet, sir.

Take your hands off me.

You mutinous filth.

Don't think you can turn
your coats and be forgiven.

It's not as easy as that.
CRAWFORD: Mr. Scott-Padget.

I would advise you for your
own sake to say no more.

You're compounding the offense.
You're in it with them.

Well, your friends
will be dealt with.

I'll see to that.

And I'll have you broken

when their Lordships hear
what I have to tell them.

You're under arrest.

[ALL MURMURING]

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You've done
for us all, Evans.

What's it matter?

You all wanted him dead,
didn't you?

You're as bad as him,

and between you,
you've finished the lot of us.

Give me a knife.

Get back.

We had everything,
and he took it from us.

Let's go, Vizard,

while we've still
got the chance.

Let's get away while
the fog's still thick.

They're right, Vizard.

I want no sound.

We're going to weigh anchor
and make sail.

DAWLISH: Weigh anchor.
Quiet now.

MAN:
Anchor's aweigh.

Set the courses.

Course west-south-west.

Course west-south-west.
MAN 2: West-south-west.

[CANNONS FIRING]

Lookout, let's hear you.

MAN 2:
Sail on the starboard quarter.

Sail? Where?

I see only ships in anchor.

Deck there,
sail is an enemy frigate.

And another.

The French are out.
The French.

[CANNONS CONTINUE FIRING]

Mr. Richmond, weigh anchor,
beat to quarters.

RICHMOND:
Aye, aye, sir.

The French are on the move, sir.
Make to all ships.

Prepare to engage the enemy.
MAN: Aye, aye, sir.

MAN 3:
The French have used
the fog too.

They're heading straight
for our squadron.

Look. That red glow.

A fire ship, set on a true
course in the offshore breeze.

She'll take the flagship.

DAWLISH:
Straight in her path,
and they can't move in time.

Nor the others,
the way they're lying.

GRIMSHAW:
They're going to burn.
They'll burn.

Vizard,

I'm striking no bargains
and making no promises.

This ship is in your hands.

There's nothing
to stop you running away,

but the enemy is there.

All hands muster aft.

MAN 4:
Lively there.

[ALL MURMURING]

Sir.

Well, lads,
you see what's happening.

The French are out
of Rochefort,

and we are the only
English ship under sail.

We must give time
to the flagship to weigh anchor.

We are going
for that fire ship.

Sergeant, let's hear
your drums beat to quarters.

Mr. Ponsonby, bring her about,
steer for the fire ship.

Aye, aye, sir.

VIZARD:
Come on, every man of you.

[CHEERING]

[DRUMS BEATING]

My God, sir, look there.

CAPTAIN:
Bring your starboard
guns to bear.

Hit her with everything
you've got.
Aye, aye, sir.

Steady.

[CANNONS CONTINUE FIRING]

Fire.
Fire!

[ALL SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY]

[MEN SHOUTING]

MAN 5:
Get the wounded away.

[EXPLOSION]

Open fire.
MAN 6: Fire.

Get this fire
out of midship.

Fire party!

[MEN SCREAMING]

Fire.

Mr. Ponsonby, we'll go under
the bows of the fire ship.

Wait.

Hold your fire.
[CANNONS FIRING]

MAN 6:
Hold your fire!

Ease your helm.
HELMSMAN: Aye, aye, sir.

Steady.

HELMSMAN:
Steady as she goes, sir.

Hard to starboard.

HELMSMAN:
Hard to starboard, sir.

Stand by with grappling irons.
Stand by with grappling irons!

Now!

We've got her.

She's coming around.

They've done it.

Let go of grappling irons.
Let go of grappling irons.

All larboard guns
to bear on the fire ship.

All larboard guns
to bear on the fire ship.

Fire.

[RUMBLING]

[MEN CHEERING]

The flagship's under way,
gentlemen, and into the fight.

The French are running, sir,
back into port.

Look there, sir.

They're a good crew, sir.

PONSONBY:
Signal from the flagship, sir.

"Thank you, Defiant,
for swift and honorable action."

Thank you for swift
and honorable action.

No mutineers...

on board this ship
now, sir.

Bring her about,
Mr. Ponsonby.

We join the squadron.

Aye, aye, sir.

Stand by to go about.

Thank you, Mr. Crawford.

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