All language subtitles for The Mutiny of the Elsinore 1937

Mr. Pike.

- Aye aye, sir?

How many
more men to come, Mister?

- Six, sir.

I hope they're a better lot

than the ones that joined yesterday.

- Good morning, Mr. Pike.
- Morning, Miss.

- By the way, Mr. Pike,
we've another passenger

this voyage besides my daughter.

- Another passenger, sir?

- Yes, a Mr. Jack Pethurst.

- Daddy, you never told me.

Who is he?

- A writer chap from the continent.

Quite well known, I believe.

He's going to write an
account of the voyage

for the papers.

- That will be exciting,
won't it, Mr. Pike?

- There he is, I fancy.

- Launch coming along side, sir.

Here comes the crazy gang.

Throw him a towel!

- Oh, let the poor mug have a swim.

- Look out, fellas, you'll wet your beak!

Hey, we're gonna hang you
on the yardarms to dry!

- Hello there.

Hello.

What's the matter with you?

- Oh, nothing, sir.

What's your name?

- Charles Davis, sir.

What are you limping for?

- Oh, I'm not limping, sir.

All right, line up there.

Cold, eh?

We'll soon warm up, my lad.

Fella your age, you're no seaman.

- Well, if you really
wanna know, old sock--

Don't take that tone with me!

You say "sir" when you're talking

to the officers of this ship, hear?

- Oh, sure, sure.
- Sir!

- Sure.

Sir.

What's your name?

Peabody, sir.

We'd take a reef in that.

Shorty will do for you.

- Yes, sir.

Shorty.

- Now, listen to me, the bunch of you.

Whatever you were before you came aboard,

now that you're here, you'll work like men

or I'll know the reason why.

First man who bats an eye

or even looks like batting an eye

will get plenty.

Now get forward, and be
ready in half an hour

to turn to.

Get up!
- I can't, I'm froze stiff.

- Froze pike, you mean.

Pick yourself up or you'll
feel the toe of my boot!

I don't think much of
this lot, Mr. Mellaire.

They look as if they're
out of a prison hospital.

- Not so easy to find men willing

to ship on the Elsinore.

- Why, what's wrong with the ship?

- Oh, not much wrong
with the ship, Mr. Pike.

- So this is where we have to bunk, is it?

- Say, aren't you Bert Rhyne?

- That's me.
- I thought I knew your face.

- Aren't you with a tony crowd?

- That's right.

- Listen, my name is Murphy and this

is me partner Kid Twist.

- How do you do?
- Pleased to meet you.

Say, what kind of a racket is this?

- Oh, it's not so bad
when you get used to it.

But you have to mix with a
pretty rough crowd, though.

Hey, where's your louse trap?

- Louse trap?

- Yeah, your bunk.

Ah, you better come in with us.

Hey, kid, get that Roberts out.

- Hey, Steve Roberts, get out of it.

Come on, Roberts, come on.

Come on!

Get out of it.

- Come on, Roberts, get out of it.

There you are, buddy.

Make yourself at home.

Thanks.

- What's eating you, pal?

- Someone's coming out.

- Are they after you?

- Right.

- Leave it to me.

I'll have a look.

- Ah, Captain, I've brought
your passenger aboard.

- Hello, sir.

- Let me introduce you.

Mr. Pethurst, Captain West.

- Glad to meet you.
- How do you do, Mr. Pethurst?

Mr. Pike.
- Sir?

- My mate, Mr. Pethurst, our passenger.

- How do you do?

- I hope you'll be comfortable
aboard, Mr. Pethurst.

We'll be getting underway shortly.

- Thank you.

- Well, my boy, you'll be all right here.

Now, here's a little money
in advance of royalties

for your return journey.

- Thank you, old man,

and goodbye.
- Goodbye, old chap.

- Thank you.
- Goodbye, Captain.

- Me show gentleman a cabin.

- Thank you, lead the way.

- It's only a passenger, you've
got nothing to worry about.

- All the crowd are aboard now, sir.

- All right, Mr. Pike.

Soon as you're all ready for it,

we'll get underway.

- All hands for it!

Come on, you fellas, time to windlass.

Come along, you
mugs, man the windlass.

Ah, it's time, all right.

- Man the what?
- The windlass.

- What the heck is that?

- You'll soon find out, come on!

- You men in the train, they're fine.

Put your backs into it!

- Gentleman comfortable here.

In best cabin, sure.

Captain's cabin.

- Oh, good, that's very nice of him.

- Mr. Pike, him plenty tough officer.

Crew all bad men.

Bad men.

Pike catch him plenty trouble, you see.

- Yes, indeed.

Come on, Andy, let's see Mr. Pike.

Heave!

Oh, you dead
fool, get out of the way!

- I'll teach you to
trade your monkeys off!

- Oh, if that's the way
it's done in this ship,

we must have a look at things.

- Mind your gear and stow that talk!

- Look you, sir, first we
must have an understanding.

- Do as you're told!

- Just a moment.

The maritime laws strictly
forbid the officers

to use brutality in their
treatment of the men.

- All right, my man.

- But, Mr. Mate, not
only have you infringed

the maritime laws, look, you,

but you've also done.

Sir, I call upon you for a witness

to this awful, brutal treatment.

- Surely the man should
be given a hearing.

- Mr. Passenger, I'll trouble you

not to meddle with the
working of the ship.

Get on with your work, the lot of you!

- Impossible.

Absolutely impossible.

Shove all the stuff back again.

Don't you understand?

Pack it up again.

- Gentleman leaving?
- Yeah, gentleman leaving.

I'm going ashore in the
tug with the captain.

Put your backs into it!

- Where's the captain, my man?

Oh.

I'm so sorry.

- You're Mr. Pethurst.

- Yes.
- I'm Captain West's daughter.

- How do you do?

- Is there anything I can do?

- No, no, no.

You must excuse me, I didn't expect--

- Any females onboard?

No.

- I'm sorry, they should've warned you.

You mustn't worry about me.

I'm just like one of the crew.

- Is this your first trip, Miss West?

- Oh, no, I've been at sea with my father

since my mother died three years ago.

Cast
off the tug, Mr. Pike!

Aye aye, sir!

- Oh.

Well, if you stood three years of it,

I suppose I can stand
three months.

Don't you ever get bored?

- No, there's always something going on.

Now, for instance.

- What are they doing now?

- Setting sail, it's worth watching.

- Really?

- Hold them!

Down your hull!

Heave on the main!

♪ As I was a=strolling
down Ratcliff Highway ♪

♪ Heave, heave-ho, blow the man down ♪

♪ A charming young frigate
I chanced to espy ♪

♪ Heave-ho, blow the man down ♪

♪ I hailed her in English ♪

♪ She spoke me in Dutch ♪

♪ Heave-ho, blow the man down ♪

♪ So I backed my main yard ♪

♪ And I hold my self to ♪

♪ Heave-ho, blow the man down ♪

♪ So up with the anchor ♪

♪ We're off with the tide ♪

♪ Heave-ho, blow the man down ♪

♪ The sails are all set ♪

♪ For the ocean is wide ♪

♪ Heave-ho, blow the man down ♪

- That chap there, why is
he glaring at you like that?

- That's O'Sullivan, a good sailor,

but not very strong in the head.

- I shouldn't have thought this ship

was a suitable place for a young woman.

- Why not?

- There are certain things I've seen here.

- Oh, you mustn't be
shocked by what happens

on deck, Mr. Pethurst.

The sea is hard, you know?

How are they working, Mr. Pike?

- They're a poor lot, Miss,

but I'll lick them into shape.

- You'll get used to the
mate's little ways in time.

He ain't nothing now to what he was

20 years ago when he was
in the blue nose ships.

He was tough then.

- I've heard he'd hang a man by the wrists

to the mizzen shroud.

Yeah, but
what did he do that for?

- Maybe he spoke out of his turn.

- He better not try any
of that stuff with me.

- Oh, he cannot cut those capers nowadays.

No, there's laws and
justice and compensations.

Hey, look, beef stew!

Ah, that's the stuff I like.

- Get your hand out of that, you lug!

- Oh, yeah, them fellas
are like pigs in a saloon.

- Say, what's that passenger doing aboard?

- Maybe he's on a pleasure trip.

- Well, a man that would
go to sea for pleasure

would go to Hades for a pastime.

- He's an author, he'll
put you all in a book.

Land's sakes, I
don't wanna be in no book!

- I suppose you've spent most
of your life at sea, Mr. Pike.

- Yes, since I was 12.

- Oh.

- I was boy then in the Flying Cloud

when she made the passage
around the Horn in 89 days.

89 days from Sandy Hook to Frisco, sir.

- When was that?

- In 1860.

Ah, them was the days.

Half the crew in irons most of the time.

Three men shot by the officers in one day.

The second mate killed dead,

and no one to know who done it.

And drive, drive, drive.

- Sounds rather uncomfortable.

- Aye, it was rough.

But that's all stopped.

A sailor's a gentleman nowadays

and only wants to lie on the hatch

and watch the yards swing 'round.

Can't lift your hand
or your voice to them.

Are you fond of music, Mr. Pethurst?

- Why, yes.

- With your permission, Captain.

- Certainly, Mr. Pike.

- You remember Captain Summer, sir?

I do, indeed, Mr. Pike.

- Saving your presence, Captain,

the finest master I ever served under.

When he was an old man over 70,

his devil of a second mate caught

him in his bunk and beat him to death

for the sake of a few hundred dollars.

- Did you know the man who did it?

- I've never come up with him.

But one day, I will.

His name is Sidney Waltham.

He pleaded insanity for
having his head chopped open

some years before by a crazy sea gull.

He got seven years.

He's free now, but he's
got that mark unmistakable.

He may change his name,
but he can't change that.

Sailors always drift back to sea,

and, one day, Waltham and I will meet.

Nearly eight bells,
and time I was on deck.

I wish you good night, Mr. Pethurst,

and pleasant dreams.

- Good night.
- See you later, sir.

All's well.

- Aye aye.

Sou'-sou'-east,
nothing but windward.

- Sou'-sou'-east, nothing but windward.

- Sou'-sou'-east, sir.
- Sou'-sou'-east.

- All right, Mr. Mellaire, I'll take her.

- Aye, aye, sir.

- Mr. Pike seems to me a very
fine type of officer, Captain.

Real old sea dog.

And I would say, without knowing

anything about it, of course,

that Mr. Mellaire is
also a very able officer.

Must be very interesting, your book.

The Bible, Mr. Pethurst.

- Well, Captain, I think
I'll say goodnight.

Goodnight, Mr. Pethurst.

- Goodnight.

- Good evening, sir.
- Good evening.

- Are you keeping aboard?

- Oh, yes.

Of course, there doesn't
seem to be much to do.

- No.

Care for a game of cards at any time,

I'd be happy to give you one.

- That's a very good idea.

Why not now?

- By all means.

- No, after you.

Sit down.

Have a drink?

- Thanks.

- Here, help yourself.

Well, what shall we play?

- You know cribbage?

- No.

- I'll teach you, if you like.

Real sailors game.

- Good, I'd like to learn.

- Gotta make your own amusement
aboard ship, you know.

- Yes.

A fine lot of stacks you are.

You can talk big in here,

but no one would sit by me

when I tackled the mate this morning.

- And he sure made a mug out of you.

- He will make bigger
mugs out of all of you

before long unless you will get together

and stand up for your rights.

Anyone would
think that you were the first

to try to get the better of Pike.

- A seaman must know the law.

Look you in the regulations,

which are made for his protection.

Now, I know sea law, and I myself

will tell this Mr. Pike.

- Pipe down, you windbag!

What do you think, you
control the rest of us?

- Stop that row!

Like a bellowing menagerie.

Fella can't hear himself think.

- Well, luck is with you, Mr. Mellaire.

- Yes, it is for once and a while.

- It's a darn good game.

I'm getting the hang of it.

Here.

Will you give me another?

- Sure.

Now?

Here's to your revenge.

- It's my deal, isn't it?
- Uh huh.

- Come in.

- Pardon the intrusion, Mr. Pethurst.

Mr. Mellaire, there seems to be

a good deal of noise
coming from the fo'c'sle.

Will you go and put a stop to it, please?

- My watch below, sir.

- I know that, Mr. Mellaire.

- Excuse me, Mr. Pethurst.

Duty calls.

- Mr. Pethurst, I must
ask you not to play cards

or otherwise entertain my
officers in your cabin.

They have their duty to do.

- I tell you you're wrong to
set yourself against the mate.

- What does he expect for
a buck a day, Lord Nelson?

- Hooray for Ireland!

- Ah, hooray for Hades.

- Well, every man for his own country.

- Go on then, let yourselves be beaten.

It's your own business.

- I don't like your tone, Mister!

- Ah, but he's right.
- No, he's not!

What's
all this noise in here?

Don't let me hear any more of it.

- Good evening, sir.

Yes?

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Pike.

Good morning.

- Mr. Pike, may I ask you a question

about the working of the ship?

- You may, Mr. Pethurst.

- How is the ship steered?

- By a man at the wheel.

- Oh.

Well, who's at the wheel now?

- O'Sullivan, I think.

- Oh, no, he isn't.

- Then who is?

- Nobody, Mr. Pike.

- What?

- At the wheel!

Mr. Mellaire!

Find O'Sullivan and Mr.
Mellaire, jump to it!

Keep her as she goes.

As she goes, aye aye, sir.

- O'Sullivan!

Where have you been?

I'll teach you to leave the wheel!

Get back to the helm,
I'll talk to you later.

Where have you been
stowed away, Mr. Mellaire?

- I haven't been stowed away at all, sir.

- And where was your helmsman?

- He was at the wheel
when I left a minute ago.

That man oughta be straitjacketed.

- He's all right if he's
properly looked after.

Now look here, Mr. Mellaire,

I'm not gonna argue the point with you.

It's up to you to look after the ship.

If this happens again,
I'll have you logged.

What do you want, boatswain?

- Davis won't turn out of his bunk, sir.

Says he's sick.

- Oh.

- You ain't gonna make it, my boy.

- Don't you worry, shipmate,
I know what I'm doing.

Look out, here he comes.

What's the matter with you?

- I got pains all over, sir.

Since when?

- Well, when was it you struck me, sir?

It is your blows that
brought out the sores

all over my body.

- You lying dog!

You!

You were rotten before
you ever joined the ship.

- Ah, no, sir, no, I was very well.

I did full duty as able seaman

before the sickness got hold of me.

All hands can testify to that.

I know the law, you see, sir.

I'll have to summons you before the court

for your brutal treatment, sir.

- You shut your sea lawyer's mouth!

- That's right, strike me again

and make my sickness worse.

The court shall increase my compensation.

- Not if we bury you at sea.

And, let me tell you this, Davis,

you ain't the first sea lawyer

that's been dropped over the side

with a sack of coal to his feet.

Put him in the sick bay, boatswain.

Keep him there.

See that he doesn't infect the ship.

- Come on, Davis, turn out.

- So long, dirty old Pike.

- Come on, get a move on, get a move on.

- You're right, Mr. Mellaire, sir.

It's risking the ship to
put a madman at the wheel.

- What are you doing here?

Get forward, where you belong.

You must keep the men in
their place, Mr. Mellaire.

There's plenty of work for them aloft.

Keep them at it.

- Heave-ho right.

- Oh.

So this is your hospital, eh?

Yes.

You've a cabin to yourself.

You're lucky, and so are your shipmates.

- It smells like a pigsty.

Aren't you ashamed to
put a sick man in here?

- What do you expect, a sanitarium

with nurses in uniform?

- Ah, but look, you, this
sickbay is in a foul condition.

Were you agreed to that?

- It's not too good for you.

- Ah, get out, you old basket.

- Avast there, heave to at the main!

Now, how was that?

- Sounds grand.

What's it mean?

Now there, you have me.

- Can you climb?

- Sure I can.

- Up there?

- Way up there you mean?

Oh, of course, yes.

Lead the way, sirrah.

Well, here we are.

How was that?

- Not bad for a beginner.

- You think your life has
been a bit salty, don't you?

- Oh, no, why?

- Well, compared with all
these husky sailor men.

- I don't see why a writer
shouldn't be a man, as well.

- Now, that's awfully nice of you.

Thank you very much.

- Don't mention it.

- You make a very pretty picture

with the sea and wind and everything.

- You don't have to pay
me compliments, you know.

- I know.

But I want to.

- You always do everything you want?

- Mm hmm.

It's the festival of life.

- Be careful.

I'm only a simple sailor girl.

It might turn my hem.

- I wouldn't mind doing that.

Next time, I shall climb way up there,

top of the mast, just to show you.

- Then I'll take a picture of you.

You can send it to.

- To who?

- The pretty girl who saw you off.

- Oh.

- I'm sure they'd be very impressed.

Look, isn't it magnificent?

♪ Oh, sir, you must excuse me ♪

♪ For being out so late ♪

♪ For if my parents knew of it ♪

♪ Then sad would be my fate ♪

♪ My father, he's a milliner ♪

♪ A true and honest man ♪

♪ My mother, she's a modelist ♪

♪ So I do the best I can ♪

♪ She had a dark and roving eye ♪

♪ And her hair hung down in ringlets ♪

♪ A nice girl, a decent girl ♪

♪ But one of the raciest kind ♪

♪ I took her to a tavern ♪

♪ And treated her to wine ♪
- Well, here we are.

It'll be quieter in here,

away from them noisy, uneducated devils.

There you are, card table,
easy chair, all ready to go.

- You couldn't be more comfortable

in your own West End flat.

- The officers come in here?

- Oh, only Mellaire, and he's all right.

Well, here's where I get me own back.

- If only we had a drink.

- Ah, you're right.

♪ She had a dark and roving eye ♪

♪ And her hair hung down in ringlets ♪

♪ A nice girl ♪

- Hey, what's the matter with you?

- He's thinking about his
sweetheart, ain't you?

- Why don't you carry her off?

- Carry her off in the night.

Dark night, when the
moon's the other side.

Creep into her cabin.

She, lying there, sleeping
so sound and soft.

I'd pick her up gently,
carry her in my arms.

I'd put her in the dinghy,

and when she wakes at sunrise,

I'd show her the Elsinore
far away on the horizon.

Far away.

- Good for you, me boy, but
when the Elsinore is done,

where will you go to then?

- I know where we'll go.

I'd take her to an island

where it's warm always,

with flowers and birds,

and they're singing in the sunshine.

- Yes, if you're gonna carry her off,

you'll have to look lively now.

- There's a fine looking guy aboard,

and he's after her, too.

- Didn't you see them up on
the main top this morning?

- Ah, they were huddling and cuddling,

and she looked as though she liked it.

- How's Cleopatra doing, Wada?

- Cleopatra's very fat fowl.

No lay them egg.

- Oh, then we must have her for dinner.

Oh, stop it, Andy.

- Nice shooting, Mr. Pethurst.

That pop gun ain't no use in a mix-up.

Give me a good, handy gat
when something's doing.

- Are you expecting any trouble then?

- Well, you never know, Mr. Pethurst.

You never know.

- Andy, come on, get down.

Hi, your dog scared my chickens!

- Oh, I'm so sorry.

Andy!

Come on.

- What the blazes?

Ah, it's that Irish maniac!

After him, the murdering loony!

Go on, get him down!

Man overboard!

Keep her close there!

Man the loft from the mizzen top!

- Pack the main yards!

- Bear the main brace!

All hands on deck!

Boatswain, down helm!

- Free away the lee boat!

I've got him.

Let me stay in the sea.

Let me go, please, let
me go, I don't want to.

I want to stay in the sea.

Will you let me go?

All right,
give way, give way, boys.

- Come on out of there.

Get up there!

- Oh, why, what for?

Oh, no, sir, that is impossible.

I am a sick man, I cannot climb up there.

- Stop squawking, do as you're told.

- Oh, no, sir, no, you have not the right.

Gonna be smart, eh?

Get up!

Take me out of here.

Don't lash me up!

Please, let me go.

I can't do anything, let me down there.

- Truss him up properly.

- Let me go!

I can't do it.

Take it easy, don't lash me up, let me go!

- Why did you want to kill me?

- Because you want to take her from me.

But she's not for you.

She's mine!

She's mine!

Mine, I tell ya!

- No use talking to him, Mr. Pethurst.

The man is demented,
Lord have mercy on him.

Where are we now?

- There, you see?

37 days out and roughly 300
miles east of the river Plait.

It can be very nasty around here at times.

- It seems to be very calm now.

- You see that black
line over the horizon?

There's wind behind that.

Probably a pampero.

- What is a pampero anyway?

- Thunder and lightning and
wind like the wrath of God.

- Your father seems to
look forward to trouble.

- Father loves the sea.

He's always going to
retire, but he never does,

and I don't suppose he ever will.

Hey, O'Sulivan, where are you?

- Give that to me, here.

- Ah, but where's O'Sullivan gone to?

- Well, he's gone away.

He was fed up, look, you,
with being lashed to his bunk.

So he went away.

- Ah, go on.

- Yeah, it's true.

- Then I'll take his grub to the galley

in case he comes back.

- Oh, no, give that here to me, you.

I am hungry this morning.

- Here, no fooling, where's O'Sullivan?

- Oh, he's gone home, back to Ireland

to see his family.

He was homesick, look, you.

- The old man smells bad weather.

Better see all clear
for taking in the royals

and the gallants.

- Aye aye, sir.

- Well?

- Please, sir, O'Sullivan's
not in his bunk.

And Davis is acting very queer.

- Where's O'Sullivan?

- I gave him a crack on the head

and put him over the side.

Why did you do it?

- Because, sir, because
he bothered my sleep.

Because he annoyed me.

I hope the next time, better judgment

will be shown to what kind
of man is put in with me.

Besides, that upper bunk ain't no place

for me, and me a sick man.

You cowardly--

- And what are you gonna do about it, eh?

The man's dead, ain't he?

And I did it in self-defense, mind you.

I know the law.

What right had you to put a raving lunatic

in with me, and me sick and helpless?

- Davis, you'll answer for this.

Killing a loony lashed down
to his bunk and harmless.

You'll follow him over the side, my bucko.

- If I do, you'll hang for it, sir.

You daren't face a court
of law with your record.

I know that.

I'll have witnesses to testify

to your threats and brutalities.

- Shut your mouth or I'll
knock it out of your face!

- You can't get my goat, Mister.

I ain't scared of you.

I know the law and my
rights, and I got witnesses.

- There's been murder on the ship, sir.

- What?

- Davis has done poor O'Sullivan.

Put him over the side.

He oughta be in irons,
though he is a sick man.

- I'll see him later.

The lass is falling.

We'll have to get some
of the sail off her.

- I think we're in for it, sir.

Call the boats up

and get the royals off her.

- Aye aye, sir.

Men, off to watch!

10 men to take in a pocket
handkerchief like that.

Who told you to come down that way?

Get back under that yard!

- You know, you lose your watch below

and don't even get a shot of rum for it.

- They ain't got no right
to treat us men like dogs.

- You're right.
- You said it.

- Hear come the big noise.

- Look at you all.

Worn out, eh?

They treat you like dogs,

and it darn well serves you right, too.

- Go on, you pagan parasite.

- You don't ever work yourself.

- Ah, you'll go on working
for Pike til you drop

'cause you haven't the
guts to stand up to him.

Well, it's your own funerals.

But they'll be some of you who'll

never see Frisco, I can tell you.

O'Sullivan's
gone under already,

and you know what he died of.

- Well, what of it?

Kill a madman, it's an
act of public welfare.

Good riddance!

And you, you're all as mad as he

if you do not see that your officers

are bullies and slave drivers.

You should unite yourselves,

the better to make them see reason,

even if you have to use force!

- Isn't it wonderful?

- It reminds me of an English summer.

- Don't you wish you
were at home in comfort?

- All that is over for me.

I'm a new man.

- What?

- I said I am a new man.

- Oh.

That's the sea.

- I've been to sea before, Margaret.

Oh!

- You must have felt like this before.

- Never.

- Is that the sea talking?

- Margaret, darling.

- Mr. Mellaire, what does this mean?

- Captain, I didn't mean it.

I lost money at cards, wanted to borrow.

A moment of madness.

- Mr. Mellaire, go to your cabin.

You are under arrest.

- No, I won't go to my cabin!

We'll settle this now!

- Don't play the fool, Mellaire!

Give me that knife.

You let me go and keep silent

or I'll do for you!

- We've been waiting
for you, Mr. Mellaire.

- I was detained.

- Here.

- Thanks.

- Goodnight, Margaret.

- Goodnight, Jack.

- It's your play, Mr. Mellaire.

- Captain West!

Mr. Pike!

Mr. Pike!

The captain has been murdered.

In my cabin.

- Why him?

You could understand it
if they tried to kill me.

That old swine Pike.

But him?

- Ready to go, Mr. Mellaire.

- Huh?

- Mellaire.

Mr. Mellaire!

Mr. Mellaire!

- Mr. Mellaire.

The mate's calling you.

- Mate?

- There's something funny
about that guy tonight.

- I wouldn't think it possible
anyone could do such a thing.

But I'll find the rat, and I won't need

judge and jury to see that
he gets what's coming to him.

Company of the Elsinore,

we're all assembled to
pay our last respects

to our captain, who met his death

at the hands of a coward.

Captain West showed us all a good example

by his upright life, his fine seamanship,

his courage, and his devotion to duty.

He stood for all that is best
in the service of the sea.

His body lies here before us,

but we know that his spirit

is already at rest in safe harbor.

We now commit his body to the deep.

God rest him.

Now, men, you've got a
new master on this craft,

and pretty soon some of
you will find it out.

To begin with, I gave the murderer

til the end of the service to confess,

but since he hasn't come forward,

I'll put every man during his watch

below in irons til the
guilty man gives himself up.

- Me, personally, I take no part in this.

No, I'm a sick man.

Right now, I should be in my bunk.

But my shipmates have
asked me for my advice

since I'm in the law, which makes it

my duty--
- Mr. Mellaire,

put that man in irons.

- I'll trouble you to
be more civil, Mr. Pike.

- Mr. Mellaire, put that man in irons!

Shh!

- Well, Mr. Mellaire, you hear me?

- You're going too far, Mr. Pike.

We want Mellaire.

Mellaire, we want Mellaire.

We want Mellaire.

- Big trouble coming, Mr. Pethurst.

We want Mellaire!

We want Mellaire!

- I'm waiting, Mr. Mellaire.

We want Mellaire.

- Don't move!

- Sydney Waltham!

- Hey, now you done it.

- Mutiny, that's what it is.

I'm having no part in this.

I'm getting out of it.

- Tie him up, Murphy.

- It's mutiny all right, Mr. Pethurst.

- Well, Mr. Pike, what do we do now?

- Oh, don't you worry.

We hold all the provisions.

Before long, the rats
will come crawling out

and begging for food.

But Waltham is in there,

and I'm going to get him.

First, let's see who we've got.

There's you,

Henry,

Spig, good man.

- They've got the boatswain, sir.

- Louie, Tom, Andy.

Where's the steward?

- Pike, I saved Miss's hens.

- If you take my advice,
you'll give up this business.

Mutiny never came to no good.

You'll all be hanged ashore
if you go on with it.

- And you'll be hanged at sea

if you don't stop your
bleating, you old sheep.

Lay down!

- They're better armed than we are.

What's the
matter, lost your nerve?

- No, but they got three of us already.

- Then there's the grub.

Aye, the grub's all stored up.

We'll get the grub all right.

- Give me that!

- Who will, you?

- Yeah.

I will.

Now, listen to me, all of you,

I've pulled off tougher
jobs than this ashore

and got away with it.

All you gotta do is
take your orders from me

and we'll be running this
ship inside two days.

But if you rat now, you'll spend

the rest of your lives in jail.

Those who don't hang.

That's so, ain't it, Mr. Mellaire?

- Yeah.

That's so.

- My friends, I tell
you, your case is clear.

If you curl under Pike, you are lost.

There's only one course for you to take,

to fight like men for your freedom.

- Well, what do you say?

We're all with you.

Yeah, the boy's all right.

- Right then, we're all set.

Now, listen, we gotta have strategy.

It ain't no use starting
anything in daylight.

We'll lie low until tonight,

and then we'll let them have it!

- Here.
- Oh, good.

Mutinies give one quite
an appetite, you know?

I'd feel a lot better if
you'd stay in your cabin.

- Oh, you needn't worry about me.

I can take care of myself.

- Now's the time.

Stand by to rush them
when you hear a shot.

- Go on, you take this, I can't use it.

- I got Pike, but it's too
hot to stay up there, come on!

What's the matter, you scared?

Come on, let them have it!

- That poop deck's a
regular fortress up there.

I got the mate,
can't you manage the others?

- That guy Pethurst is a
crack shot, and the girl, too.

- Three haven't come back.

That's six today!

- That's enough for one day.

- You're right.

- Well, I'll have a
crack at Pethurst anyway.

Come on!

All right, I'll get you yet.

Very dirty, no good man.

- I believe you're right.

Now go down and get something
to block up the ventilator.

- Yes, sir.
- How's Mr. Pike?

- Mr Pike, hit in head, knock him out.

- Go on, go on.

That stop funny business.

- Now hold this a minute.

How is he?

- He doesn't know me, he's delirious.

- Taking the guns.

- There's nothing we can do.

- We must just carry on.

- You're in command now.

- It seems to be pretty quiet

in the fo'c'sle now, Mr. Spig.

- Yes, but they won't stay quiet.

We have another two
months on this passage.

And who's going to handle them?

Not Pethurst.

- Boatswain.
- Yes, sir.

- Come here.

I want you and Louis to
go up on to the main yard.

- I ain't taking orders
from you, Mr. Pethurst.

Yes, you are.

You have your orders.

- Yes, sir.

Well, jump to it.

- I told you the sea was hard.

- Well, Spig's jaw is anyway.

- Fireworks, sir?

- Oh, good, put it back there.

Come, I'll show you something.

Like this, see?

- Would you mind telling
me what you're doing?

- Oh, it's just an idea
that came to me last night.

Little surprise for our friends forward,

next time they should
decide to call on us.

- I'm fed up with this.

We ought to come to terms with them.

- Yeah.

Terms.

What kind of terms do you think you'd get?

- We'd get something to eat anyway.

- Say, mates, look what I found.

- Rice.

Where'd you get it?

- Underneath the ventilator shaft.

They must've stuffed
it with sacks of rice.

- What a break!

Come on!

Get up there and slit open the sack.

I got you.
- Quiet.

Don't make any
noise, they'll hear us.

Look up, mate, look up.

Get another barrel.

It's good enough for a
week there, don't lose it.

Get another barrel.
- Shh, quiet, quiet.

- What is it, man?

What is it?
- Bad guys didn't like!

Me poured it, split them up.

Kill me, mates, kill me!

Put me out of my misery, please!

Kill me, I can't stand it.

Put me out of my misery, please!

Oh, it's awful, please, kill me, mates!

- Are you gonna let
them get away with that?

We'll show the swine!

Mellaire, you take one
party, I'll take the other.

- I've only got one shot.

- Well, I'm short, too.

You oughta know where
the ammunition is stored.

- Yeah, if I can get at it.

The port door's weak.

Might get through there.

- Well, get through if you can.

Anyway, shoot to kill!

Murphy, you look after the girl.

- I'll look after her.

- And no quarter, mind!

- Yeah.

- Come on.

And keep under cover
until I give the word.

Come on, boys!

I'm all right.

- You stay in there.

- Waltham.

- Well, come on out, boys.

- Mr. Pethurst, I'd like
to speak to you, sir.

- I don't want anything from you, Davies,

at least not until we
meet in the court of law.

- We're starving.

- Be allowed to go back to work?

- Now that's fine.

Well, supposing all hands get sail on her

just to show that you mean it.

What we need, sir,
is something to eat first.

- And I want you to set the sails first,

and you might as well know that what I say

goes aboard this hooker.

How was that?

And after that, we'll talk about food.

- All right, sir, we'll turn to.

- Good.

- We got a meal for them
when they're through.

- Aye aye, sir.

- Go lend a hand, the rest of you.

Aye aye, sir.

- Well, that's cleared that up.

- I'll go and see how
your first mate is, sir.

- Keep her full and by.

- Full and by, aye aye, sir.

- Go on, Davis, lend a hand.

- What, me?

Oh, no, I'm a sick man.

- Aye?

- I'm not in a fit state to work.

I should never have left the sick bay.

It is my back that is wanting treatment.

- It's your backside wants treatment.

Come on!

Heave!

- Well, Mr. Pethurst, it was a lucky day

for the old Elsinore the
day you came aboard her.

- He's a real sailor.

- You should have a good
story for that book of yours.

Steady as she goes.