All language subtitles for Sailor.Of.The.King.1953.720p.BluRay.x264-GECKOS [PublicHD]

[Man's Voice, Reading]

[Train Whistle Blows]

It's all very well for him. He don't
have to go out there, does he, eh?

Give us a roll.

[Train Whistle Blows]

[Blows Whistle]

[Footsteps Running]

[Sighing]
That was a close shave.

Yes, it was.

[Whistle Blows]

- Do you mind if I smoke?
- Of course not.

Lovely weather we're having.

Yes. It's quite seasonal.

You haven't a newspaper or a magazine
I could borrow, have you?

I didn't have time
to get one at the station.

No, I'm afraid I haven't.

- Would you mind if we talked?
- Oh?

I mean, it's a bit awkward
just sitting here.

They tell me this is about
the only country in the world...

where you can sit in a carriage with somebody
for hours without saying a word.

Sometimes I think
it's a bit stupid, don't you?

Perhaps it is sometimes.

- Are you going to London?
- Yes.

So am I.

- Five days leave.
- You must be back from the sea then.

Much more exhausting.
A long gunnery course.

Ballistics, mechanics,
mathematics, explosives...

and parades- endless parades.

- They put you through it.
- That will be Whale Island.

- How did you know?
- My home's in Portsmouth.

My father has friends
at the naval barracks.

Oh, I see.

Gunnery m-must be very important,
especially in wartime.

Yes. Yes, I'm told it has its uses.

- [Whistle Blows]
- We're coming into Hazelwood.

Only two more stations to LongmereJunction.
That's where we change.

Gracious. It seems as though
we just left Portsmouth.

One could take that
as quite a compliment.

Yes. I suppose one could.

[Rorter]
Longmerel LongmereJunctionl

All change for London.

Longmere. LongmereJunction.
All change for London.

- Rorter. Have we time to get a cup of tea, porter?
- Time for a cup of tea, sir?

I reckon you have. London connection
don't get here till 10:20 now, sir.

- What?
- But that's nearly three hours.

Aye. It's the war, ma'am.
Everything's changed.

Nothing but troop trains
and goods these days.

Thank you.
What do we do now?

Just wait here, I suppose.

For three hours?

Look, I'll tell you what.
Let's leave our luggage...

take a stroll through the village
and find somewhere to have dinner.

- Oh, no. L-I don't think-
- Too presumptuous?

No, it's not that. You've been very kind.
It's just that-

Young ladies don't accept
invitations from strangers.

Especially strange sailors.

I'm hardly that.
I've told you my whole life story.

Well, we can't just stand here,
can we?

Of course not.

I'm going to propose a toast.

To Miss Lucinda Bentley.

Lieutenant Richard Saville.

[Chuckles]

I was just thinking... what my family
would say if they could see me now.

- Do I appear so disreputable?
- No, it isn't that.

- But they're very strict where I'm concerned.
- Tell me about them, Lucy.

Well, there's my father.
He's a merchant.

And two brothers.
They're in the business with him.

My mother died when I was at school.

And I've had to take care
of the house for them.

[Sighs]
That's all, I think.

May I ask you...
an impertinent question?

- No, certainly not.
- Oh.

What is it?

Uh, are you- I mean, is there-
Is there anyone who you-

If you're trying to ask me
if I'm engaged, the answer is no.

- And you?
- Me?

Engaged?
[Chuckles] Good heavens, no.

They don't encourage serious attachments
on a junior officer's pay, you know.

It's supposed to take
your mind off your work.

But that's just like my father.

If I was to get married, they'd have
no one to take care of the house for them.

They keep me well out of temptation.

They allow you to go off
to London by yourself.

It's the first holiday
I've had in years.

I'm allowed one week
with my cousin Carrie.

That's taking no risk at all.

- No?
- [Clock Chiming]

Well, almost no risk.

Oughtn't we to be going?
It must be getting very late.

We've loads of time.
Let's take a stroll.

It's been such a pleasant evening.
L- I don't want it to end.

One could take that
as quite a compliment.

Yes. Yes, I suppose one could.

- Could I have a bill, please?
- Coming, sir.

- Lucy?
- Yes, Dick.

Do you know you're rather beautiful?

It's only the night and the wine.

No, l- I thought so
the moment I laid eyes on you.

And you're different.

That's because I come
from a different world.

Yes, but I can talk to you.

As a matter of fact, I'm...
not very good at talking to women usually.

It's- It's been
a wonderful evening, Dick.

I shall never forget it.

Nor I.

Lucy, there may not be
another chance for me to tell you...

how much meeting you
has meant to me.

I really don't know how to say it.

- Lucy.
- Dick.

[Bell Rings]

Dick. The train.

It's late. We'll miss it.

Good heavens!
It's quarter past 10:00. Quick!

- Porter!
- Porter, which platform for the London train?

London train? Bless me.
London train left five minutes ago.

- We've missed it!
- We can't keep 'em hanging around
these days. Not like we used to.

- What time's the next one?
- There ain't another one till this time tomorrow.

- This time tomorrow?
- That's right. Only one
passenger train per day now.

And I don't reckon we'll have that
much longer. It's this Kaiser Bill, drat him.

Nothing but troop trains
and goods these days.

What am I to say to Carrie?
How shall I explain? What am I to do?

Now, don't worry.
You'll simply send a wire...

saying you missed the train
and you'll be there tomorrow night.

Yes, but what are we to do?

I reckon you'll have to take
your wife to the Angel, sir.

I daresay Mrs. Godliman
can put you up for the night.

Well, there's your luggage, sir.
You'll have to excuse me. I'm closing up now.

Since the war started, I've had to sweep up,
clean up and wipe up.

[Scoffs] They'll even have me
polishing up the rails next.

- Good night, ma'am. Good night, sir.
- Good night.

[Train Whistle Blows]

Oh, how stupid of us
to let this happen.

Lucy, l- I should say I'm sorry.

- No, it was my fault as much as yours.
- No, it's not.

- Now that it has happened, I'm glad.
- No, Dick, please.

I'm being selfish, aren't I?
Well, it's true.

In London tonight, we should have parted.
L- I might never have seen you again.

Well?

It's pretty hard to find something
and then lose it the very next moment.

Oh, Lucy, it's hopeless.

There's so much
I want to say to you.

If only I could find the words.

Dick, dear, what do you want to say?

[Thunder Rumbling]

[Woman]
Now then, four and one's five and two's seven.

Seven pounds, 17 and eight.

That's-Yes, that's right.

Well, I must say,
we're sorry to see you go.

We hoped you'd be able
to stay a little longer.

Still, you've had five days, haven't you?
And that's something.

In wartime, everyone's here today,
gone tomorrow. That's what I always say.

Still, it's very hard, especially
for you young people. Here you are, sir.

Your change, sir.

- Thank you, Mrs. Godliman.
- And your receipt.

Well, you're not leaving any good weather
behind you, are you?

Mr. Godliman was only saying yesterday-
He said since this war started...

he said everything's changed, even the weather.
[Chuckles]

- Excuse me.
- Oh, Bert did bring the bags
down from your room, sir.

Will you ask the young lady
to give us a call when hers are ready?

- Righto. Thanks.
- Bert!

[Bell Rings]

- [Knocking]
- Come in.

Everything's settled.

[Thunder Rumbling]

Miserable day.

Dick?

I want to talk to you
about what we decided last night.

- Yes, Lucy.
- I've changed my mind, Dick.

I don't think we ought
to get married after all.

What? But- But it's all settled.
We agreed that we-

I know.
But I've thought about it again.

There are no buts about this, Lucy.

- L- I simply can't go away now.
- Look, Dick.

What we've done is wrong-
very wrong.

But...

marriage isn't just a means
to rectify a wrong.

It's much more than that.

Of course it is.
I know that.

When you got into the train at Portsmouth,
you'd no intention of getting married.

- Had you?
- No, but l-

In fact, you were quite
defnite about it.

You said marriage was
a handicap to a young officer...

especially one who wasn't wealthy.

You'll be away at sea for years.

You'll come back to a wife you...
hardly know.

When you asked me to marry you,
had you thought about that?

- That's not the point, Lucy.
- Oh, yes, it is, darling.

I want you to face that squarely.

I want to do what I think is right.

Why are you making it
so difficult for me?

Because I love you.

And I've grown to know you.
You're insisting on this out of a sense of duty.

I think in your heart
you're scared and uncertain.

You don't really want
to take a chance.

Lucy, I've told you I love you.
Isn't that enough?

No, Dick.

Not unless your love is strong enough
to make you want to take a chance.

And it isn't, is it?

I must change my dress.
The train goes in half an hour.

## [Harmonica: Popular Patriotic]

- [Whistle Blows]
- Good-bye, Dick.

[Train Whistle Blows]

- I shall never forget you.
- Good-bye, Lucy.

##[Ends]

Wake up, Stratford.

- What's wrong with you?
- Maybe they're all out to lunch.

More likely they're sleeping it off.

At last.

- Here we go, Gloomy.
- Okay, Canada, let's have it.

From Amesbury...

to Stratford.

Dunferne... Castle.

That's it.

Cambridge is making
a signal too, Yeoman.

She's asking the same thing.
Give her a roger.

Right. Away you go.

Signals from Amesbury
and Cambridge, sir.

- The answer is affirmative to both.
- Aye, aye, sir.

She wants to know if we picked up the S.O.S.
From the Dunferne Castle.

Pilot. Give me the approximate position
of the Dunferne Castle, please.

She was four days out of Panama, heading
for Sydney with a cargo of machinery.

She must be almost on the equator, sir.
We're here.

I'd put the Dunferne Castle
600 miles northeast of us...

and 900 miles due west
of the Gal�pagos Islands.

I see. Our convoy's still
60 miles astern.

- Thank you, pilot.
- Sir.

You know what this means, don't you?
It's the German raider.

- It's the Essen.
- Can we be sure of that, sir?

I don't think
there's any doubt of it.

We know a German cruiser left Valpara�so
three weeks ago on a northwesterly course.

What's our last news of Essen, pilot?

She was reported heading north at about
14 knots, sir. That was four days ago.

Yes. Fits in very nicely.
Let me see that S.O.S.

"Being shelled by enemy cruiser.
Sinking."

Yes, it's the Essen all right.

She's the only one with range
to operate in this part of the Pacific.

- You sent for me, sir?
- Chief, I believe we're in
striking distance of Essen.

- We're going after her.
- We're down to 55% fuel remaining, sir.

- What can we do on that?
- Eight days steaming at our present speed.

- And at full speed?
- Less than half that, sir.

Then we are in a fix. If we lost Essen
and she got through to that convoy...

she'd have an afternoon's target practice
picking them off like wooden ducks on a pond.

- Our name would be mud.
- And if we don't go after her, sir?

Yes, you're quite right.
They'd have us for that too.

If we go after Essen,
we risk the convoy.

If we don't, we miss the chance of destroying
the most powerful enemy ship in the Pacific.

Amesbury and Cambridge are all right, sir.
They topped up with fuel before joining us.

Yes, but not to be able
to go after Essen myself-

Well, there's nothing else for it.

Commander, Captain Ashley will go after Essen
with Amesbury and Cambridge.

- We remain behind to cover convoy.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- Make a signal, Chief Yeoman, please.
- Aye, aye, sir.

[Whistle Riping]

Do you hear there?
Do you hear there?

[On R.A.]
The captain will now address the ship's company.

This is Captain Ashley speaking.
I've news for all hands.

At last, we may be
going into action.

The German raider Essen
is known to be in this area.

We've received orders
to go after her.

The earliest possible time of making contact
will be daylight tomorrow.

You will be called
to action stations then.

I am confident that we shall
acquit ourselves well.

We'll exercise action stations as soon
as hands have finished dinner, Commander.

Aye, aye, sir.

Would you believe it?

Everyone peacefully sailing
along minding his own business...

and Jerry has to turn up
like a bad penny.

- As if the weather in these parts
ain't hot enough without him.
- Aw, get away, Misery.

With a bit of luck, we'll get a week's leave
out of this. What do you say, Brown?

I'd say we need a bit of luck.

The guns on the Essen
outrange us by about 5,000 yards.

- No! You're kidding, Brown.
- I'm not.

I'm just glad Cambridge is with us
to share the fun. That's all.

There you are. You see? It's just like
the gypsy said when she read me fortune.

"Stay away from water," she said.
"It'll never be no good to you."

- I thought she meant the stuff you drink.
- [Chuckles]

- [Radio Code Beeping]
- Hello, Curly.

Hello.

- S.D.O., Flag Deck.
- No nerves in the nerve center, I hope.

- No nerves. Almost no hands, blast it.
- Flag Deck.

- Send the yeoman down.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- Got two men in the sick bay.
- Oh, that's bad luck.

I've got to have another body for coding.
Can you lend me one of yours?

- At this time, Curly?
- Of course at this time.
We've got to function, haven't we?

If it'll shorten the war, I'll send you one down.
It's going to cost you a large gin.

Cheap at the price. You might make it
that Canadian lad, Brown, will you?

- Now wait a minute.
- Brown's done the job before.
He's bright and he's dependable.

Now, I'm sorry, Curly.
You can have Bishop, Egham or Poynter...

but Brown stays on the flag deck.

You're a glutton. He's one of my best men.
Let's have a look at that log.

What I can't make out, Brown,
is why you ever come into Signals.

Because when I was training at Shotley,
this is what they told me to do.

How about Gunnery?
You wanted to do that, didn't you?

Well, they said
they needed signalmen.

You can't always do what you want
in the service. You know that.

A strong sense of duty, eh?
You want your head examined, chum.

Well, as a matter of fact, some time ago,
I did think about putting in for a transfer.

- Oh? Why didn't you?
- Oh, I don't know.

It would've meant dipping rate
and starting all over again.

I thought it was taking too much of a chance,
so I decided to stay put.

Well, all I can say is, it's typical. Here are you
up to the eyeballs in book learning...

about ships and guns and everything else
your mum learned you...

the proud possessor of more rifle shooting
medals than I've had nights ashore.

And what do they give you to do?
Gun laying?

Firing off torpedoes? Not on your life.
Flashing lamps and taking messages...

and running bits of colored bunting
up and down to the yardarm.

And Blind O'Reilly,
they expect us to win the war.

- Earnshaw.
- Yes, sir?

- How long have you been in the service, Earnshaw?
- Twelve years, sir, lastJanuary.

- That's a long time to remain
a signalman, isn't it?
- Yes, sir.

I'd like to know exactly
what connection you think there is...

between shooting a rifle
and ship's gunnery?

- I don't know, sir.
- No, I didn't think you did.

Let me tell you, Earnshaw.
Nothing. Precisely nothing.

But I do expect you to know that in battle,
communications are every bit as vital as gunnery.

- And that's our job.
- Yes, sir.

- Let's see we do it well. Everyone feeling fit?
- [Both] Yes, sir.

Brown, when Poynter comes on, have him report
to the S.D.O. For coding duties, will you?

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Carry on, please.

Why does it always have
to happen to me?

You want to learn to keep
that big mouth of yours shut, chum.

Now me bleeding life belt
won't blow up.

[Knocks]

Come on in, John.
Help yourself to a gin and sit down.

Thank you, sir.

I'm just making out my report
to the Admiralty on my orders to Ashley.

- Yes, sir. Can I pour you one?
- Thanks.

I suppose if I weren't a temperate sort
of fellow, I'd be drowning my sorrows tonight.

Why not? Naval gin's
only tuppence a noggin.

The job can be done quickly
and cheaply, thank goodness.

I suppose it can.
Thanks, John.

John, you and I have been shipmates
and friends for a long time.

I don't mind telling you that to engage Essen
is something I've dreamed of.

It's a very bitter experience to have to send
a junior ship to do the job for you.

Yes, of course it is.
It's rotten luck for you, sir.

A sailor's service, you know, John,
is his only memorial.

I wanted to lead this squadron
into action against Essen...

more than anything
I've wanted in my whole life.

For one reason or another,
I seem to have missed the big chances.

Or is that making it
too personal a matter?

I wouldn't say so, sir.
Not if Horatio Nelson's any guide, sir.

- Nelson?
- Do you remember what he once wrote, sir?

"I will be a hero," he said...

"and confiding in Providence,
I'll brave every danger."

[Saville]
Yes. Close the enemy. Lay alongside.

Only I had to send Tom Ashley.

- Your only other action would
have risked the convoy, sir.
- I know.

But I'm beginning to wonder whether
I shouldn't have accepted the risk.

To have caught Essen, destroyed her-
wouldn't that have justified it?

It's bound to be
a matter of opinion, sir.

My reasons for not going
were sound enough. I know that.

But aren't there times when instinct
is an even better guide than reason?

Let me ask you a question, John,
as a friend.

Sir?

In my position,
would you have taken the risk?

- Really, sir, how can I possibly-
- Come on, John. Out with it.

Well, yes, sir, I would have.

I see.
Well, it's not the first time...

I've failed to follow my instinct
and lived to regret it, John.

[Knocking]

Excuse me, sir.
Commander, sir. Rounds, sir, please.

Very good.

Amesbury and Cambridge
may still destroy the Essen, you know, sir.

Yes, of course. I only wish I was
with Tom Ashley at this moment.

- Carry on, please, Commander.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Captain, sir.
Signal from Cambridge, sir.

"Have sighted Dunferne Castle
survivors dead ahead."

Send the following answer.

Pick up survivors and rejoin,
utmost dispatch. Stop.

Reducing speed to 15 knots.

Maintaining present course.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Reduce speed to 15 knots, pilot.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Defense stations, please, Commander.

Aye, aye, sir.
Sound off defense stations.

[Crewman]
Aye, aye, sir. Revolutions, 1-5-0.

- ##[Bugle Call]
- [Crewman #2] Revolutions, 1-5-0.

For the benefit of those members
of the damage control party...

who have never been
in action before...

that signalman over there is bending on
what they call a battle ensign.

Now when that goes up,
there'll be three ensigns flying...

and that means
that someone's for it.

They always put up three,
so that if one gets shot away...

the enemy can't say
he thought we'd struck.

In the Royal Navy,
we never strike an ensign, see?

So you better make up your minds to be
ruddy heroes whether you want to be or not.

Here, take your hand
out of your pocket, you.

- Any sign of Cambridge astern?
- No, sir. Not yet.

- Very well. Reduce speed to 10 knots.
- Aye, aye, sir.

I want her to catch up with us
before dark.

- Revolutions, 1-0-0.
- [Crewman On Speaker] Revolutions, 1-0-0, sir.

[Phone Squeals]

- Very good.
- [Replaces Handset]

Ship bearing green-2-0, sir.

Action stations, please.

- ##[Bugle Call]
- [Alarm Ringing]

- [Knocking]
- [Saville] Yes?

Sighting report, sir.
Amesbury has spotted the raider.

- Any details?
- No, sir. Just a standard sighting report.

- All right. No acknowledgment.
- Aye, aye, sir.

This is Tom Ashley's big chance, sir.

The two of them should certainly be able
to handle the Essen, despite her heavier guns.

All things being equal.

Still, at this moment,
God bless him.

[Ship's Guns Firing]

Here we go.
He ain't wasting much time, is he?

[Brown]
She's well beyond the range of our guns.

They've got us straddled already.

That's pretty good shooting.

If we're going to hold her till Cambridge
shows up, we'll have to outrun her.

- Port 10.
- [Crewman On Speaker] Rort 10, sir.

I've got a strange feeling
this is gonna be a bit dodgy, old man.

What are they waiting
for up top-

till we get close enough
to fire bows and arrows at 'em?

[Ship's Guns Firing]

- Come on, the fire party. Look lively. Come along.
- [Shells Exploding]

Still no sign of Cambridge, sir.

- Get those fires out below. On the double!
- [Shell Incoming]

Come on.
Get in there with those.

Come on. Look lively
and get those hoses run out.

Anybody'd think you was a bunch
of cripples. Hey, you. Thompson.

- Phone the bridge at once. Fire by after magazine.
- Aye, aye, sir.

We can't outrun her.
She's much too fast.

Tell G.C.O. To open fire
as soon as she's in range.

[Motor Whirring]

- They've hit the turret!
- [Shells Exploding]

- Range 2-1-5, sir.
- Very good.

[Alarm Rings]

- Attababy!
- It's about time.

Jerry must've begun to think
we was all paralyzed.

Hopeless. All short.

- It'll be dark soon, sir.
- Yes, but not soon enough.

Well, if we can't escape her,
we must do the reverse.

- Starboard 20.
- Starboard 20.

- Full ahead both.
- Full ahead both engines.

This is the captain speaking. So far,
we've had to take all the punishment.

[On R.A.] Now we're going to give 'em
a taste of their own medicine.

We're going right in
to attack with torpedoes.

Cambridge will be with us soon.

Essen must not- I repeat-
must not get away undamaged.

Let every man do his duty.
And good luck to you all.

Bring all torpedo tubes
to the ready.

[Phone Squeals]

Damage Control to Bridge.
Fire by the after magazine out of control, sir.

Fire near after magazine's
out of control, sir.

- Flood "X" and "Y" magazines.
- Flood "X" and "Y" magazines.

I'd like to go in another thousand yards,
but we'd never make it. Stand by torpedoes.

Fire one!

Fire two!

Fire three!

- All torpedoes running, sir.
- Then let's get out of it. Hard to port.

You're wasting your time, Brown.
There's no bridge left.

Oh, we got her, Gloomy!
We got her!

Brown, the Cambridgel Brown!

The Cambridge, Brown-
[Screams]

[Shell Explodes]

It is the Amesbury.
She's calling us, Yeo.

[Shells Exploding]

Essen...

hit.

Torpedo... port.

[Crewman]
She's gone.

- Got any idea what it's about?
- Haven't a clue. Something's up.

You sent for me, sir?

Oh, yes.

Gentlemen,
we've just had some very bad news.

Amesbury has been sunk.

Captain Ashley and his crew...
are lost.

Our report tells us
Essen was hit by a torpedo.

I believe she will now
do one of two things-

try to find a place
to effect repairs...

or put into an American port
and be interned for the duration.

Either way, she no longer
represents a threat to our convoy.

- Chief.
- Sir?

Cambridge is shadowing Essen.

Fuel shortage or no fuel shortage, I want
the maximum speed you can let me have.

Aye, aye, sir.

We're going after Essen, gentlemen.

We're going after her.
We're going to find her.

And we're going to destroy her.

That's all. Thank you.

Admiral. A toast of the Essen.

- Hesse. The Essen.
- [Man] The Essen.

[Knocking]

[Speaking German]

Oh, come in.

Komm.

Have you had something hot to drink?

- Yes, sir. Thank you.
- You may sit down.

- [German]
- Your name?

[Coughs]

Brown. Andrew Brown.

- What are you?
- Canadian.

No, no, no. What do you do?
Your work.

Leading signalman.

Your ship?

I said, "Your ship?"

Cigarette, Brown?

Go ahead.

No, thank you.

Your ship was the Amesbury, Brown.
We know that.

What was she doing here...

and where was she going?

I don't know.

You worked in communications, Brown.

A cruiser doesn't sail aimlessly
across the Pacific, does she?

You're going to be
with us a long time.

Why be obstinate and make things
hard for yourself?

The Amesbury was not alone, was she?

As far as I know, she was.

Yet shortly after you were picked up,
we intercepted a wireless from another warship.

What ship was that, Brown?

I don't know.

You want me to believe that just one
light cruiser came to attack us? Nonsense!

- No English captain would do that.
- I wouldn't know, sir.

You know a great deal, Brown.
If you knew less, you would talk more.

The Amesbury was not alone.

She was part of a larger force
sent to destroy us, wasn't she?

I don't follow all that, sir.
I've told you all I can.

Very well, Brown.

You aren't very skillful,
but I admire your courage.

You may go.

[Both Speaking German]

[German]

Hey.
[German]

Ah. Komm hier, du.
Komm.

- [Crewmen Chattering In German]
- [Crewman] Die Engl�nder.

[German]

Ja. Ja.

[Exhales]

[German]

Engl�nder.

- [German]
- Englishman?

Ja. Engl�nder.

[German]

Kaput.

[German]

[Thunder Rumbling]

- Sch�nes Wetter, was?
- "Wetter"?

- Sch�nes Wetter.
- Oh, yes, the weather.

Yes, very good for you, old man.

You'd be pretty hard to find
in this weather, wouldn't you?

[German]

- Mm-mm.
- England. Regen.

- [Imitates Rain Falling]
- Oh, yes, yes.

Just like England, I guess.

[Ship's Bell Rings]

Komm.

Hi.

Wotcha.

- How are you feeling?
- Well...

where my left leg was
isn't too comfy.

Apart from that,
all I need is the old woman.

Let's have a drop
of that water, will ya?

- Sure.
- Ta.

Ta, mate.

You're Brown, aren't you?

Yeah. I remember you from Pompey
when you were in the rifle shootin'.

You done pretty well, mate.

- Signals?
- That's right.

Yeah, I thought so.

I'm Wheatley- stoker petty officer.

- We the only two?
- Yeah.

[Scoffs]
Why did they trouble, I wonder?

Why didn't they make a nice,
clean sweep of the lot of us?

They need information, I guess.

Soon as they fished me out of the water,
I was hauled up before the skipper.

He thinks Amesbury
is part of a larger force.

And was she?

- They may question you too, you know.
- Me?

[Sighs]
I don't know nothing.

I work in a boiler house.

But I would like to see these bleeders blown out
of the water. I would like to see that.

You better get yourself into shape quickly,
Stokes. It may happen sooner than we think.

That'd be rich, that would.

First, Jerry blows you
into the soup.

Then Jerry lugs you out of the soup.

Then along come your own blokes
and blow you right back into it again.

[Scoffing Chuckle] Better see if they can
fit me with a wooden leg pretty quick.

Might help me float better.

Cor! Gotta have something
for this leg.

Hey, Fritz.

[Speaking German]

[German]

You speak German?
You understand it?

Yeah. I worked for the Norddeutsche Shipping Line
a bit before the war.

Yes, I understand their lingo, mate.

And I understand the people.

They're okay, but you never want to let 'em
get on top of you. Remember that, son.

They're always liable to let you have it
where you don't like it, see?

- That's right, isn't it, Fritz?
- [German]

There you are. You see?
He couldn't agree with me more.

- Captain, sir.
- Thank you.

I was afraid of this.
It's from Cambridge.

She's run into dirty weather
and lost the Essen.

- That's tricky, sir.
- Yes. Let's see what we do now.

- Pilot.
- Sir?

Our last report from Essen showed her
on a northeasterly course, right?

Yes, sir. Here, sir.

Let's see. If she continued
on that course...

she'll be forced to give herself up,
and she won't do that.

Trouble is, where would she go?

Where could she find a shelter
for repairs?

Has she turned north, do you think, sir,
and run for Impala?

No. Too much traffic.
She'll keep away from there.

Let's see.
The Gal�pagos group.

She could find
an anchorage there all right.

Very good, pilot.
Give me a course.

If my guess is right,
the Essen has a very good head start on us.

But with a bit of luck,
we might just catch her.

- Yeoman. Take a signal to Cambridge.
- Sir?

Tell her to rendezvous with us
south of the Gal�pagos Islands.

Give me a position, please, pilot.

[Motor Whirring, Muffled]

Stokes.

- Stokes?
- Hello.

Do you hear
those bilge pumps working?

Yeah. She must have
a bow full of water.

And a leak
in the collision bulkhead.

We're losing way. We're moving more slowly
than we were yesterday.

As far as I'm concerned,
she can ruddy well sink.

Eh, she won't sink,
not unless we hit another storm.

That's just like I was telling you.

The way they design
these ships nowadays...

with special watertight
compartments and bulkheads-

Yes, I remember.
But not now, professor, thanks.

I'm in no mood to concentrate.

- Yeah. I'm sorry.
- That's all right, son.

You know what you ought
to do, don't you?

You ought to put in
for admiral-

all this talk about tactics
and bulkheads and ballistics.

Who learned you it all anyway?

I was brought up
on the navy, Stokes.

- What, your dad, eh?
- No. My mother.

- Your mum?
- Yeah.

She's quite a woman.

She knows more about the navy
than most of the admirals.

Cor. I never knew Canadian girls
were so interested in the navy.

Oh, Mother's English.
See, my dad died before I was born...

and she left England
and went to Canada- to Montreal.

I guess she wanted
to get away and forget.

He was navy, too, but-
She never talks about him, not even now.

Guess it must have been pretty tough for her,
working in a strange land.

Yeah. She used to feed me the navy
with my bottle.

Did she now? You be a good lad and feed me
some of that water over there, will ya?

Oh, sure.

[Engines Whir Louder,
Die Down]

Hey, that's funny.

The engines have almost stopped.

We must be in smooth water.

[Speaking German]

[Officer, Crewman: German]

[Water Splashes]

[German]

- [Officer, Crewman: German]
- [Ship's Telegraph Rings]

[Crewman Calls Out]

[German]

[Officer, Crewman: German]

[Crewman Calls Out]

Well, where are we?

Well, I don't know.
I can't recognize anything.

[German]

- [Crewman: German]
- [Ship's Telegraph Ringing]

[German]

We seem to be
in some sort of a lagoon.

The channel must be pretty narrow.

They've taken a line from the stern.

Then she can't turn around.

The water must be too shallow
on either side to let her swing.

Blimey, what a sitter she'd be
if our lads came along now, hey?

[Captain On R. A: German]

They believe they're bein' followed.

[Captain Continues In German]

What's he saying now?

They've got to make their repairs
and get out.

He says he'll give them
just 36 hours.

- [Captain Continues]
- If they wait any longer, they'll be trapped.

[Officer: German]

Thirty-six hours, huh?

If only we could do something
to hold them up.

I'd give the other leg
if we could do that.

- [Whistle Riping]
- [Rounding]

[Man On R.A.]
Achtung! Schiff!

- [Continues In German]
- [Crewman: German]

[Chattering]

[Metal Clatters]

[Crewman: German]

- [Ship's Bell Ringing]
- [Guard] Komm.

Komm.
[German]

What are they tryin' to do,
capsize this tub?

They're listing her over
so they can work on the damage.

They're not losing much time.
You oughta see 'em up there.

Well, I'd rather them than me.

It's too bleedin' hot.

What a place to be stuck in, hey?

Not a breath of air,
and not a pub in sight.

Cor. Couldn't I do
to a nice pint of pig's ear now?

Listen, Stokes.

I think we can do something.

Do something?
Do something to what?

To delay 'em- to stop 'em
from getting her repaired in time.

Half a mo'.
And me with one leg?

Of course not. But it was you
who gave me the idea in the first place.

You remember when the captain
was talking and you said...

"If only there was something we can do
to hold her up." Well, I think we can.

- You feelin' all right?
- Yes, of course I am.

It isn't the heat?
You haven't got a touch of the sun?

No. It's just that
ever since you said that...

I've been looking around
and figuring things out.

- I've got an idea.
- Now, wait a minute.

You want to take this ship on
single-handed. Is that it?

- I hadn't thought about it that way.
- Well, you'd better.

There's one thing though.
Suppose we did manage to delay 'em.

Suppose our ships did catch up.

- How about you?
- Well, I shan't be very comfy, shall I?

- I know, but you wouldn't be able to get up-
- Listen, son.

If I come out of this, what chance
do you think I've got...

of getting back to sea again-
on one leg and a stump?

And I've been at sea
since I was 14 year old.

They'd only put me
up on the beach to rot.

And I wouldn't like that, see?

So if you're not completely
off your rocker, buster...

you go ahead.

- Okay, Stokes.
- As long as you realize that, whatever you do...

you're gonna be taking
a terrible chance.

You do realize that, don't you?

You're gonna be taking
a terrible chance.

Yeah.

- [Ship's Bell Ringing]
- [Man Coughs]

- I'm off.
- All right, son.

I wish I was comin' with you.

- Watch your step now.
- You too.

Don't like the idea
of leaving you on your own.

Don't go worrying your head
about me.

Just remember what they done
to the Amesbury.

Good luck to you.

[Coughing]

[Hammering]

[Hammering Continues]

## [Singing In German]

[Hammering Continues]

##[Accordion Rlaying Softly
In Distance]

##[Continues]

- [Crewmen Chattering]
- [Hammering]

[Crewman: German]

[Hammering Continues In Distance]

[Hammering]

[Drilling]

[Drilling Continues]

[Chattering]

- [Muffled Shout]
- [Crewman Exclaims]

[German]

Schnelll

[Drilling Continues]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshot]

[Gunshots Continue]

[Shouting]

[Gunshots Continue]

[German]

[German]

[Klaxon Blaring]

[Antiaircraft Gun Firing]

[Gunfire Stops]

[Gunshot]

[Panting]

[German, Hushed]

[German]

[Captain On R.A.]
Brown.

Brown. Now listen to me, Brown.

I am going to give you
just one chance.

We know where you are.

If you don't come out
and surrender immediately...

I am going to train
my heavy guns on you.

Now come out and surrender.

[Gunshot]

- [German] Feuerl
- Feuerl

[German]

[Captain: German]

- [Gunshot]
- [Shouting]

[Gunshots]

[Gunshots Continue]

[Moaning Quietly]

##[Singing: Novelty]

## [Vocalizing, Stops]

- [Shushing]
- Hey, Fritz.

How's the work goin' on up top?

[Speaking German]

Still.

Best part of a day.

[Clicks Tongue]
Keep it up, buster.

I'd say there are three islands
that are most probable, pilot-

Chatham, Barrington, Resolution.

- Let's check these first.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- We're getting very low on fuel, sir.
- I know, but we can't drop speed.

Our best course
is through this passage, sir.

Very good. Adjust our speed to arrive
off Chatham Island at daybreak.

I'll make a signal to Cambridge
telling her the plan.

[Captain, Officer: German]

[Objects Clattering]

[German]

[Shudders]

- [Clattering Continues]
- [Officer: German]

[Hammering]

[Clattering, Hammering]

[German]

- [Gunshot]
- [Blows Whistle]

- [Gunshot]
- [Soldier Shouts]

[Soldier: German]

[Gunshots]

[Groans]

[Groans]

[Whimpering]

[Soldier: German]

[Clattering]

- [Whistle Blows]
- [Soldier: German]

[Whispering]

[Gasping]

[Soldier: German]

[Horn Blowing]

[Soldier: German]

[Horn Continues]

[Horn Stops]

[Winch Whirring]

[Man On R.A.]
Achtung! Schiff!

[Continues In German]

##[Bugle Call]

Fire!

[German]

[Ship's Guns Firing]

We must have knocked out
her fire control.

She's not getting anywhere near us.

- Cease firing.
- Aye, aye, sir. Cease firing!

[Hull Creaking]

- Prepare to pick up survivors.
- Aye, aye, sir.

[Crewman]
Come on. Keep movin'.

Come on.
Down below, chum.

- Go on. Keep moving.
- I am an officer.

- Korvettenkapit�n Hesse.
- Very good. Stand over there.

I wish to make a report.
There is a British rating on Resolution Island.

- A British rating?
- We rescued him from the Amesbury.

- Oh? Then I'd like to know
why you put him ashore.
- We didn't.

He stole a rifle, escaped
and was shooting at us ever since.

- No.
- He held us up for more than 18 hours.

There's a survivor
from Amesbury on Resolution.

- Ask the captain if we can send
a boat away and bring him in.
- Aye, aye, sir.

I think you'd better come
and tell the captain about this.

Come on. Keep movin'.

[Ship's Horn Blows]

[People Chattering]

[Chattering]

Well, Brown, congratulations.
You're looking fit again.

- Thank you, Admiral. Same to you, sir.
- No family here, Brown?

- No. There's only my mother, sir,
and she lives in Montreal.
- Oh, I see.

She sent me a wonderful cable, sir.
This is really her day.

- Her day?
- Yes, sir.

She trained me
from the time I could walk.

With Mother, the navy was the only thing
right from the word go.

- I see.
- She bore down on me worse
than any old-time boatswain.

Apparently she made
a good job of it, Brown.

By the way, I'm having you assigned
as my signalman.

Thank you, sir.
The orders came through this morning.

- You're Brown, aren't you?
- Yes, sir.

His Majesty will arrive
at any moment.

You'll be called first...

- since you're the only recipient
of the Victoria Cross.
- Yes, sir.

Admiral Saville, the orders of knighthood
will be second.

Thank you.

- You'll be reporting aboard ship in the morning.
- Yes, sir.

Good. We shall be on convoy duty
in the North Atlantic.

- We may well put in to Montreal.
- I was hoping for that, sir.

- It's been four years since I've seen Mother.
- Well, it may not be long now.

- I hope I get a chance to meet her.
- Yes, sir.

It's too bad she couldn't
be here, Brown.

She must be a very remarkable woman.

##[Orchestra: British National Anthem]

##[Ends]