All language subtitles for Mutiny.On.The.Bounty.1962.PARTiCLE.CD2.ENG

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Hello.

Fletcher Christian is my name.

- "Is my name."
- No, no. Fletcher.

"No, no. Fletcher."

All right.

Thank you.

How very sweet.

Now, Maimiti, if I may?

That's a kiss!

"Kiss."

No, no, Fletcher.

Yes, Fletcher.

Yes, yes, Fletcher.

"Yes, Fletcher."

Mr. Christian?

You spoke, sir?

That's the King's daughter
you're tampering with.

You should know better
than to risk his displeasure.

Kindly satisfy your lust elsewhere.

Quite actually, sir, we were simply
discussing the incredible variety

- of Tahitian vegetation. It was...
- Acknowledge the order.

Lust to be satisfied elsewhere, sir!

But not today.
Report onboard, immediately.

You bloody fool.

Well, I'm sorry, old girl.

Good morning.

Thank you.
Would you like to come aboard?

You come here.

Yes, of course.

You tell Captain Bligh
he not get breadfruit.

No breadfruit?

Last night you go away from Maimiti.

Yes, regretfully. You see, I...

Hitihiti say,
daughter not good enough for England,

breadfruit not good enough.

Well, that's certainly
a very sound point of view.

- You tell Captain Bligh, no breadfruit.
- Yes.

May I suggest
that you tell Captain Bligh, yourself?

You see, I don't think
that he would believe me.

- I tell, yes.
- Thank you.

- Mr. Morrison?
- Aye, sir.

Would you direct this gentleman
to Captain Bligh, please?

Yes, sir. Please come with me.

You sent for me, sir?

Sit down.

A rather awkward situation has developed.

That daughter of Hitihiti's...

It seems he's quite attached to her.

Yes, she's a lovely girl.

In a civilized society,

certain lewd intentions toward
the female members of one's family

would be regarded as...

Well, as an insult.

- Follow me?
- I think so, sir.

But in Tahiti, the insult lies
in the omission of those lewd intentions.

Manners that would offend
a dockside harlot

seem to be the only acceptable behavior
to King Hitihiti.

Well, it takes all sorts
to make a world, sir.

What I'm trying to say is that
you have offended his code of etiquette.

Well, I can assure you, sir,

that I have done nothing
that could be construed as offensive.

I know. I know. That's just the point.

Which point, sir?

The success of our mission depends upon
retaining the good will of Hitihiti.

Well, there's no doubt of that, sir.

Well, then.

Well, you have my fullest attention, sir.

Don't you understand what I'm saying?

I'm trying to understand
exactly what it is you wish me to do, sir.

Make love to that damn daughter of his!

Is that an order, sir?

Might I have it entered in the log?

That will be all.

You see, it is a rather different thing

than being asked
to fight for one's country.

Very well, sir.

I'll try my best, sir.

Thank you, sir.

- I'll have the cutter, Mr. Fryer.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Hold the cutter,
Mr. Christian coming aboard.

- Shall I take you off the duty roster, sir?
- Yes.

My commission ashore
will detain me quite some time.

Thank you, Mr. Fryer.

How do you do?

No, no, Fletcher.

Well, it's...

I hardly know where to begin, Maimiti.

The ship's company was pleased
to have it confirmed

that the Tahitians considered
lovemaking a gesture of goodwill.

It may sound improbable,

but do you know
the goodwill in the hearts of our crew

turned out to be practically boundless.

And the Tahitian ladies
gave them every opportunity to prove it.

You see, to the Tahitians,
a light skin was a mark of beauty.

Men with fair complexions,
like Englishmen,

were regarded as beautiful.

No matter how nonsensically
their features were arranged.

They were beautiful
and they could do no wrong.

So they did no wrong
at every possible opportunity.

- Beautiful evening, sir.
- Beautiful.

Sounds as though
they're enjoying it ashore, sir.

- Doesn't it?
- Yes, sir.

Forgive the liberty, Captain,

but you have not spent one evening
ashore yourself, yet, have you?

I don't intend to.

It's a remarkably friendly island, sir.
It's a shame to be Ionely in this port.

While our mission remains unfulfilled,
I'm not in any port, Mr. Fryer.

I am in command where,
you may find one day, it's always Ionely.

You see, command allows no intimacies.

You can hardly expect
unquestioning obedience

from last night's partner in a debauch.

Suppose not, but it does seem a pity, sir.

I prefer it that way.

Yes, sir.

- The men are a little slow, sir, but...
- Yes, I know.

There was only one man
who refused to take things as they came.

Tahitian style.

He was in love.

And when you saw his girl,
it was hard to blame him.

But Tahitian-style love wasn't for him.

He wanted things ship-shape
in Bristol fashion.

So he went to Captain Bligh
and asked to be married.

Well, I had seen Bligh every day
for more than a year.

And that was the only time
I ever saw him laugh.

Midshipmen. Be a dull navy without them.

Now get that slut off my ship.

He didn't have to put it
to the boy like that.

The old pig.

His shadow don't fit his shape,
not by a damn sight.

Well, expect it to grow horns.

You will, Quintal.
You'll see it, after we lift anchor.

If I be a judge,
a man would beg to settle for the cat

- even before we see Jamaica.
- Aye.

You know something?

A man could have
a fine life for himself out here.

My word, how lovely.

Just exquisite.

Beautiful work. Oh, isn't that jolly.

Maimiti.

Oh, yes. Would you excuse me? Please?
I want to say goodbye to her.

Tell King George, send for me.

I am good Englishman.

I have plenty breadfruit, plenty hog.
Feed all England.

Yes. Well, he's certainly in need of hogs.
And I'll tell him the first time I see him.

Would you excuse me?

Thank you.

Well, Maimiti, it's time.

I'll be leaving in a few hours.

I wait.

I wait you, Fletcher.
I look for you every day.

Maimiti, there must be some way
to make you understand

that I won't be back.

And if you look for me,
you'll only be unhappy,

and I wouldn't like that.

Never come back to me?

Never come back to Tahiti. One time?

No.

But I'll remember.

You see...

I've been happy here, Maimiti.

I'll remember you,

and the lovely time we've had together.

Your sweet face, your beauty.

But England is my home,

and it's time to say goodbye.

I must go.

Goodbye.

Goodbye, Maimiti. Take care.

Well, that just about does it, sir.
These 20 and we're all done.

There they are.

They've got the boat, like they said.

- What if we're caught?
- Look, we've been over that often enough.

Captured deserters hang,
but we won't be caught.

I wish I could be sure of it.

Why don't you stop shilly-shallying
and come on.

I'm sorry to be a bore, Ned,
but your work party's gone dallying,

and Mr. Fryer's on his way.

I think you'd look rather graceless
being bent over a cannon,

so I suggest that we go collect them.

Idiots.

Hello, Minarii!

Overtake that canoe.

They'll need a strong wind to outrun us.

Well, they'll not find one
this side of the reef.

- No, not that passage. We'll capsize!
- Not enough time. We've got to chance it.

Quite an interesting gathering.

What are those deserters doing here?

- Why aren't these men in irons?
- The men are being bandaged, sir.

And as to whether they are deserters,
I'm a naval officer, I'm not a judge.

To my mind, you are neither.
Confine them in the cable tier.

Release them for duty only.

We haven't been heard, sir.

- Haven't we got the right to be heard, sir?
- Oh, yes. Indeed you have.

At your court martial in Jamaica,

you may be heard
right up to the moment you hang.

- Did you say cable tier, sir?
- In irons.

Six weeks in that stinking, filthy hole

and there won't be
enough left of them to hang.

I wonder why an alleged gentleman

should give his first loyalty
to ordinary seaman.

Instead of to other alleged gentleman?

Impertinence noted. It shall be logged.

Do you care to enlarge the entry?

Yes. Only with this observation,

which I will report to the Admiralty,
in any case.

In my years of service,
I have never met an officer

who inflicted punishment upon men
with such incredible relish.

It's sickening.

Then go and be sick in your cabin,
Mr. Christian.

I have never met a naval officer
who was so proud of a weak stomach!

They forgot to take our knives.

- They don't cut iron, do they?
- No. But they cut throats.

And I ain't going to live to hang. Not me.

- No, no, no. Don't be hasty.
- What's to wait for?

- We're finished.
- Most likely are, yes.

But I don't intend cutting my throat.
Not yet, that is.

No? I suppose the angel of mercy
is going to step out of a cloud and say,

"Captain Bligh, set those nice lads free.
And kindly be smart about it."

Something like that, yes. Yes.

Only, we're not the only people
onboard this ship

who can't swallow
much more of Mr. Bligh.

Ah, you're grasping at straws.

Who's gonna chuck him overboard?
This crew?

It wasn't the crew I was thinking of.

- Who then?
- Christian.

Mr. Christian.

He came after us and caught us, didn't he?

- It showed whose side he's on.
- Aye!

It showed he was a King's Officer,
that's all.

But I hope Bligh keeps pushing him,
like he did just now.

Christian will turn on him.

I know what he's thinking.

I can see it in his face.

And I do not intend to let him forget it.

Five months we'd spent in Tahiti.

They seemed more like five minutes.

The day of departure
would have been a black one for me,

as it was for everyone but Captain Bligh,

except that I didn't have a minute
to dwell on it.

The Bounty had become
a sea-going greenhouse

with over a thousand potted plants
to be tended.

Captain Bligh had doubled our quota,

thinking to please
the West Indies Company

and make amends for his tardiness.

Aboard ship, there is a danger
in having too much of anything,

for then one is bound to have
too little of something else.

Go along, Mills.

Oh, dear.

Our first casualty.

But we must resign ourselves
to losing a great many of them, sir.

There's just no way to stretch the water.

- We don't have enough water?
- In the ordinary way, plenty, sir.

But indoors, in this heat,
they need twice the amount.

But they would all live
if they had the extra ration?

Why, of course.

But I measured the kegs
most carefully, sir,

- and there just isn't enough...
- Yes, yes!

Give them all the water they need, Brown.

We'll not have another dead plant.

- Understand?
- Yes, sir.

Fourteen degrees, 37 minutes.

Belay that!

- And stow it away.
- Aye, aye, sir.

- Mr. Christian?
- Yes, sir.

I'll have a sentry posted at the water cask,
if you please.

Aye, aye, sir.

I want this slung
from the main t'gallant yardarm.

Any man desiring water
will climb and fetch it.

He may have just as much
as this ladle holds and no more.

Then he will replace the ladle
at the yardarm.

Are we short of water, sir?

- Do you wish me to repeat the order?
- No, sir. It's perfectly clear.

- A bit bewildering, but clear.
- Then do it.

Don't think about it.
Thinking seems to confuse you.

You go down and I'll follow.

All the way to the main t'gallant yardarm
for that spoonful of water, eh?

Yeah. A man would sweat more
than he can drink, wouldn't he?

That's a fine way to murder a fellow.

Mills?

Yes, sir?

If you feel free to speak disrespectfully

because you think
you've nothing more to lose,

you'd best think again.

The Captain may have a surprise for you.

Yes, sir. Yes, indeed, sir. He'll surprise me.

He'll surprise me
if he doesn't kill half the ship's company

before we get to Jamaica. Mark me, sir.

- I'll overlook what I heard this time, Mills.
- Thank you, sir.

- Birkett?
- Sir.

Take this aloft.

Aye, aye, sir.

- What's the matter with him?
- He's got a touch of fever.

I told the bos'n. He said, sweat it out.

- I'll be all right if I get some water.
- Who wouldn't?

He hasn't had a drop in two days.
He is too weak to climb.

Why didn't you speak up?
I'll get the ladle for you.

It's against orders. I've tried it.
Every man's got to fetch his own.

Sick men, too?

Well, that a kindly rule.

I'll go daft. I've got to get a drink.

Brown, you must know
that's unnecessary.

Drink all the water you need, Brown.

Don't try to climb the shrouds,
you don't know how.

If I may be allowed a protest, sir.
It's a matter of self-respect.

Damn your self-respect!
I'll not lose my gardener.

Damn my self-respect, sir?

Then, indeed, would I be damned.

I hope you're satisfied.
The masthead is no place for novices.

- Even a qualified hand...
- You murdering fool!

I'll tear your throat out of you. You...

Mr. Fryer, this man will be keelhauled.

We'll give him tonight to think about it,
and keelhaul him in the morning.

Take him below and put him in irons.

Birkett, Norton, lend a hand.

One.

One? Yes, that's correct, Mills.

One more bit of insolence

and you'll wish
that you'd fallen to the deck.

Fletcher, you heard him.
He can't do such a thing, can he?

Hereafter, you will announce yourself
with a knock, if you don't mind.

You don't deceive me, Fletcher.
You feel the same way as I do.

Why, he's monstrous.
I believe he's insane!

He's the headmaster, over-fond of caning.

And you're the third former
who can do nothing about it,

except to bleat
and to beat your head against the wall.

Now, stop being a nuisance.

You're not going to patronize me
about this, Fletcher, midshipman or no.

You must protest, Fletcher,
keelhauling is illegal!

It's tantamount to executing the fellow.

Well, what a champion
of the obvious you are.

Of course, he's executing the fellow.

What do you suppose my punishment
would be, were I to strike a captain?

Well, you know very well you should be
hanged, but that's not the point.

Well, that's exactly the point.
Now, just ask yourself.

Why should a common seaman
receive a lesser punishment

for exactly the same offense?

That doesn't alter the fact
that keelhauling is illegal.

Even a common seaman's
entitled to a trial.

Take a pew. I'll have you a go at chess.

You can have the white.
It might improve your game.

Oh, come off it, Ned, sit down.

The line's gone slack, sir.

Haul in.

There's nothing left to haul, sir.

Then cast him loose.

Get her under sail, again.

- Mr. Fryer?
- Sir.

- Headsails and courses.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Set headsail and courses!

Set headsail and courses.

Aye, aye, sir!

All hands make sail!

Set headsails and courses!

Man the tacks!

Man the braces!

Two.

- Would you care for a drink?
- No, thank you.

Well, what are you standing there for?

Did you come down here to watch
my Adam's apple bob about while I drink?

No, I'm thirsty.

- Well, take some water, then.
- I couldn't. I couldn't get it down.

Puking hell, you're a bore!

Is it a bore to want to help men

whose lives are being torn out of them
by a madman?

Why don't you have the carpenter
build you a cross,

so you can drag it about the ship
and put ashes on your head?

That would suit you, wouldn't it?

I've known you all my life,

but I've never really known you
till this moment.

You're just exactly what you seem to be.

A supercilious poseur

without the slightest trace of humanity
or compassion.

Are you quite finished
with your impertinence?

Not quite.

One needn't look further for your character
than the pomade in your hair.

You'll close your arrogant mouth,
Mr. Midshipman Young.

Or I'll have you on the rack.

That's a promise and an order.

Close that cask.

Damn your blood, close it!

Grab him, somebody.

The Captain! The Captain!

Oh, the water in the sea!

I told her I would leave!

Where is he?

Where is he?

If it comes, I'll swim down
to where it's cold and dark.

Never dry, where it's cold.

The damn fool's been drinking seawater.

- Are you certain?
- We caught him at it.

He's got a bucket of bilge water
hidden in the storeroom.

Must have been at it for days.

Well, you'd best bind him, then.

He won't be in his right head for a while
if he lives.

Lives? He hasn't got a chance, sir.

Not without sweet water
to wash out his guts.

- Give me his hands.
- Well, can't he have it, sir?

That's impossible, Quintal.
You know the Captain's orders.

Up he goes. Up he goes.

I got to go home. It's late.

The dinner is ruined. It's ruined.

The meat's burned to a crisp.

Oh, what a tongue that woman's got,

but she's a good sort.

You know, I'm not the easiest man
in the world to get along with.

Steady, man.

I've got a terrible temper.

- Three, Mr. Christian?
- Get out of my way, Mills.

Oh, he goes.

Here's the great face reader.

That's a rare gift you have,
for being wrong.

Leave him be.
At least, he did give us some hope.

All the mad waters for me.

- He should be below, out of the sun.
- I'll ask.

That mainmast needs attention, Mr. Fryer.

Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Christian,
kindly give me an explanation.

Williams has been drinking seawater, sir.

I was giving him some freshwater.

I'm afraid he'll die without it.

You'll give no one water
without my permission.

- Take that ladle below.
- Yes, sir.

You bloody bastard!

You'll not put your foot on me again.

Thank you. Thank you.

I've been puzzling for a means
to take the strut out of you,

you posturing snob.

Now, you've solved that for me,
haven't you?

You have witnessed Mr. Christian's
act of violence toward a superior officer.

He will be placed in confinement
until a court martial can be convened.

In Jamaica, I expect.

And will your fashionable friends
be there to see your execution, I wonder?

Let's hope so.

Pity if your last function
were to be a social failure.

Mr. Fryer, take him below.

Ship's company!
I'm taking command of this ship.

Mr. Fryer, I'll have the keys
to the arms chest.

You'll give him nothing!

Go below and arm the men off watch.

Stay where you are, Fryer!

You've given your last command, Bligh.
I'll have those keys, Fryer.

You heard my order!

One more order, Mr. Bligh,
and I'll have your head on this deck.

By Heaven, I swear it!

Don't, sir.

- Mills!
- Right, sir.

Go below and issue arms
to all those who are with us.

- Byrne!
- Aye.

It is pointless to incite a mutiny,
Mr. Christian.

It cannot succeed and you know it.

Quintal, stop him!

Stop Mills in the arms room.
They're trying to take over the ship.

- There's a mutiny!
- Look out, Mills!

Your mutiny has not succeeded.

Perhaps not. But success enough
when it puts an end to you.

Mr. Christian!

The men are armed, Mr. Christian!

Come on. Come on, McCoy, get them up!

- I'm with you.
- Come on in there!

Johnson!

Anybody else here with us? Well?

Take over.

Mills!

Come on, move. Move, I said.

Come on. Come on. Come on, move!

The ship is ours, sir.

Very well. Guard him well, Quintal.

Brown, go fetch my nautical tables
and sextant.

The left end of the shelf, my cabin.

- Birkett!
- You, too, Brown?

You'd join these swine?

A man like yourself, sir,
leaves me no choice.

Swine, are we?
Let's have him on the grating.

I want medical supplies and a compass.

All right, boys! Let's tie him up, then.

- All right, grab him. Pull him over there!
- Tie him up!

- Push him!
- Mills, hold that!

Get him over there. Tie him up.

Stand away, here!

They'll be no more killing aboard this ship.

Let's kill him now and get it done with,
right, men?

I'm in command of this ship!

If there's a man amongst you
who doubts that, let me hear his voice.

There'll be no more killing
aboard this ship,

not even Captain Bligh.

If that's an attempt to earn clemency,
I spit on it.

You remarkable pig.

You can thank
whatever pig-god you pray to

that you haven't quite turned me
into a murderer.

Now then, Quintal, Birkett,

hold him at the gangway.
Mills, come with me.

Mack, go below
and fetch Mr. Bligh's personal effects.

Ship's company!

I'm putting Mr. Bligh
and his party in the longboat.

He can make the island of Tafoa
in two days.

If there are any among you
who wish to join him,

stand by the gangway.

Mills.

Mr. Fryer?

You understand
that it wasn't my wish to harm you.

- I hope that you weren't injured.
- No, not at all.

- May I get my gear?
- Certainly.

- Goodbye, Mr. Fryer.
- Goodbye, Mr. Christian.

- I'm sorry for you. May God help you.
- Thank you.

Provisions aboard
and ready to lower away, sir!

Lower away.

- Here you are, Mr. Christian.
- Stand by.

He's sane enough
to drink all the water he's given.

I think he's coming around.

Fletcher, I'm proud to be with you.

Well, you've done rather well, Ned.
Being promoted to the rank of criminal.

Not even 20
and a death sentence on your head.

Take him below.

By your leave, sir.

Well, we've been talking it over, sir.

- And...
- Well, what? Well, get on with it.

Well, we'd like to be with you, sir.
But we've got families.

- Well, join the party at the gangway.
- Thank you, sir.

As you know,
Tafoa is due west, 40 leagues.

You have your compass.
This book is sufficient for its purpose.

The sextant is my own,
so you know it to be a good one.

Now, Mr. William Bligh...

Quite polite and formal, are we?

Playing the gentleman again,
you bloody traitor.

Mr. Fryer!

Can't you see we're overloaded?

One man more and you'll sink me.

Well, if that's the case, I'll volunteer!

You got to let me go, sir.
I ain't a mutineer.

- Hold those men!
- What's going to happen to us?

We want to go, too.

Now, I want it clearly understood
by yourself

and those of you below,

that these men who remain behind
had no hand in this mutiny.

- What happens to us?
- I don't want no part of it.

You men will be put ashore safely

at a British port of call
at the first opportunity.

How do we know when that will be?

- How about our family?
- Birkett,

confine these men below
and station an armed man at each hatch.

- Aye, sir. Come on get moving.
- Move or you'll be shot!

Come on, quick.
Take them below, Johnson.

Come on, quick at the back there.

Has your murderous friend
told you what to expect?

Or is he going to keep you in the dark?

Now hear the truth!

The King's Navy will not rest

until every mutineer is captured
and executed.

Wherever you go, wherever you hide,

- a thousand ships will search you out.
- Well, let them try!

If it weren't for Mr. Christian,
I'd give them more reason to look for me.

Will you step into the boat
or will you be thrown in, Mr. Bligh?

I'm not leaving you, Mr. Christian.

Not ever.

Go to the dirtiest little corner of the world,

I'll be there, right behind you,
with a rope in my hand.

One moment. Quintal.

Take your flag with you.

I don't need a flag, Mr. Christian.

Unlike you, I still have a country.

What a big price to pay
for a little show of temper.

I pity you.

We're rid of you now, Bligh!
You bloody maniac!

You and your tub and your ladles of water.

Bye, bye, tyranny!

- Hey, look, you forgot these.
- Hey, fellas, let's sink them with them.

Hey, Bligh, you forgot this.

No more Bligh!
All the grog and water we can own!

Hey, Bligh, you've forgotten something!

We're rid of you now, Bligh,
you bloody maniac.

You and your tub and ladles of water!

Bye bye, tyranny!

Come in.

Are you ready for us, sir?

You men are now ship's officers.

Mills, you're First Officer. Birkett, you're...

You're Second.

And, Smith, you'll fill the Master's duties.

It's gonna be a bit awkward, sir,

telling our mates to jump to it
when we have to.

Yeah, that's right.

They'll think we're proper poopers.

Let them think what they like.

A ship crashed on the reef
has a better chance

than one without discipline.

No doubt about that.
But making our mates swallow it,

that's the part that pinches.

I'll make the beggars heed me
if I have to break their necks.

Here, listen to him,
acting like an officer already.

Hold that noise for the fo'c'sle.

Your pardon, gentlemen.
I'm forgetting your new status.

Oh, that's all right, sir. We understand.

Well, at least
the common seamen are happy.

- They have a right. We won, didn't we?
- Aye! That we did.

Won?

Won what, you damn fool?

We got rid of Bligh.
I'd be a dead man if we didn't.

Or in prison for the rest of my life,
if I was lucky.

You're in prison now, Mills.
With one slight difference.

We're not locked in. We're locked out.

Briefly, and for the moment,
our plans will be as follows,

we'll return to Tahiti
and deposit our prisoners,

we'll pick up all the water
and stores we can carry,

and all the extra hands we can find.

And as to where we shall go after that,

we shall not decide
until we're at sea again.

Is that all, sir?

Yes, that's all.

Excuse me, Mr. Christian, sir.

It isn't my place to say this,
but I know how you must be feeling.

Might I say though, sir,
that, considering my years and such...

What is it, Smith?

Things are going to be all right for you, sir.
They've got be.

When a man gives up as much as you did,
just because he thinks it's right,

the Good Lord would never let him down.

Wherever we might go,
be it to China or Iceland or anywhere,

you'll find a happy life, sir.

It's God's will. I know.

I believe I did what honor dictated.
And that belief sustains me.

Except for a slight desire to be dead,
which I'm sure will pass.

Oh, yes. God bless you, sir.

We have 60 pieces of pork, sir.
150 pieces of bread.

Thirty-eight gallons of water,
a gallon of rum.

There's also a compass aboard. A sextant.

- We have seven sea bags...
- Tafoa be damned.

Oars!

Get ready to make sail!

Your attention.

We shall not make for Tafoa.

We shall make for a port

where we can get passage
to England immediately.

We'll head for Timor.

Timor!

- That's nearly 4,000 miles away, sir.
- I'm well aware of that, Mr. Fryer.

Timor is 3,600 miles away.
It's an arduous journey,

but the trade winds
will be in our favor all the way.

Do not be alarmed,
I will get you there safely.

Yeah, like you got us
around the Horn safely.

It would be a mistake to imagine
that I am no longer in command.

I have at hand
one means of asserting my authority.

- There will be no minor punishments.
- Excuse me, sir, might I ask,

what is wrong with Tafoa,
as Mr. Christian suggested?

- Aye, Tafoa.
- Aye!

It would suit his book if it took us
a couple of years to get back to England.

The colder the trail, the safer he'll be.

It would suit him even better

if the natives of Tafoa
turned out to be cannibals.

- Cannibals.
- Cannibal? Where?

In Tafoa?

This whole island group
is infested with cannibals.

Continue to make sail.

That should help improve
the morale a bit, Mr. Fryer.

Don't look so concerned.
You're quite right. The odds are appalling.

You see, these mutineers must hang.
They must hang.

Fletcher, may I come in?

Not just now, Ned.

We've dropped anchor.

Well, then, go and make arrangements
with Minarii to land our prisoners.

It's a beautiful day.
Aren't you coming ashore?

Fletcher, you can't keep sitting
in your cabin like this.

It's unhealthy.

Oh, for God's sakes, Ned,
can't you simply do as you're told?

Oh, the way they laugh,
like they never heard of trouble.

They sound like wine tastes.

A man could get happy drunk
just listening to them.

Hutia! Hutia! Where are you, girl?

Come here, my little kissing bug.
I got joyful news for you.

You're coming with us.
You're going to make an ocean voyage.

Mr. Christian says
we can take women with us if we want.

Do you hear that, Quintal?
You can take a woman with you,

if you can find one
with that horrible face of yours.

Look who's talking?

You're ugly enough
to turn a funeral up an alley.

And we're taking men with us, too.

Minarii and five hands
to do our work for us.

Now, what a navy!

It's too good for the likes of you, mates,
carting women along.

It has me worried.
What the hell does it all mean?

Will you stop that "what's this all mean"?

I wonder why we don't just stay here
in Tahiti.

You're mad. Tahiti's the first place
Bligh will come to look for us.

If he lives.

You ever tried to drown a snake?

And a sea-going snake,
at that, with a damn fine sextant.

Aye. And with a sextant,

a good sailorman, like Bligh,
could make port in a hollow tooth.

All right. Let's say he lived to see London,
then say he comes back here.

How is he going to find us
if we're hid deep in the hills?

Easy, he'd ask Hitihiti.

Aye! That old rascal could be bought
for a bucket of glass beads.

Mr. Christian is bound to find us
someplace safe to go.

- You can trust him, mates.
- Yeah. Sitting all alone in his cabin.

He's changed a lot.

So would you be changed
if you lost what he lost.

Anyway, there's been nothing wrong
with his plans so far, has there?

Not a thing.

Except keeping us from giving Bligh
a taste of his own lash.

Hello, Maimiti.

Fletcher sick?

No, I'm very well, thank you.

Minarii tell, Fletcher fight war.
Fletcher chief now.

Very small chief, Maimiti,
running for his life.

Minarii tell you take Tahiti people
away in ship.

Yes, we'll need men to sail it.

You take women, too.

The men will want to be amused
while they look for a place to hide.

Maimiti go along you.

You not want?

I'm afraid there's no want left in me.

Now, if you don't mind,

I have some work to do
and I prefer to be alone to do it.

Maimiti go. You no Ionely.

I don't need you
to remind me of my Ioneliness.

- Maimiti go.
- Are you deaf as well as ignorant?

Can't I make it clear to you
that I have no life to share with anyone!

No yelling Maimiti you!

You pig. Pig all over.

Do you really want
to spend your life with a man

that doesn't care for anything
on this earth?

Tahiti people say,
"You hate life, all life hate you."

Maimiti go.

Lieutenant William Bligh,

the court has considered
the charges against you.

And their finding is that
no blame attaches to you,

for the loss of His Majesty's ship, Bounty.

You are, therefore,
most honorably acquitted.

The court finds that mutiny
and piracy have been committed

against His Majesty's Navy.

The court makes recommendation
to the First Lord of the Admiralty

which recommendation shall be entered
in the record of these proceedings to wit,

an expedition of pursuit
be commissioned posthaste

and charged to capture,
and bring to justice the parties

responsible for the loss
of His Majesty's ship, Bounty.

They can hardly evade us for long.

I shall pray they do not, Milord.

The court considers it has obligation
to add comment to its verdict.

By the force of evidentiary conclusions,

you, Captain William Bligh,
stand absolved of military misdeed.

Yet officers of stainless record
and seamen, voluntary all,

were moved to mutiny against you.

Your methods,
so far as this court can discern,

showed what we shall cautiously term
an excess of zeal.

We cannot condemn zeal.

We cannot rebuke an officer
who has administered discipline

according to the Articles of War.

But the Articles are fallible
as any Articles are bound to be.

No code can cover all contingencies.

We cannot put justice
aboard our ships in books.

Justice and decency

are carried in the heart of the captain
or they be not aboard.

It is for this reason
that the Admiralty has always sought

to appoint its officers
from the ranks of gentlemen.

The court regrets to note that

the appointment of Captain William Bligh
was, in that respect, a failure.

The Court is dissolved.

For several months
we sought a suitable place to dwell.

The Bounty visited at least 30 islands.

None of them served our purpose.

In some cases, the natives repulsed us
with barrages of stones and arrows.

In others, we found the vegetation
too sparse to sustain life

or the water supply too limited.

But our disappointments
did not depress us.

Mr. Christian knew
how to keep a happy ship.

As for himself,
he gave no sign of discontent.

True, he had a habit
of falling into Brown's studies

of wrestling with some problem

that took him far away
from where he stood.

Still, his failure to solve his private riddle
was never taken out on us.

He was no Bligh.

And the absence of Bligh was a daily tonic.

Please, Officers first.

No matter what sort of noise they make,
they always sound lovable.

They've sighted us. She's turning round.

Merchantman or man-of-war?

It's the whereabouts of the sun
concerns me now.

It'll set in about 40 minutes.

What is it, Mr. Christian?

It's an English warship, Mr. Mills.

Let her mark our course well.
We'll alter it after dark.

- Aye, aye, sir.
- Douse all lights. Cold supper, no pipes.

- Mr. Birkett?
- Sir.

- Arm all hands.
- Aye, aye, sir.

What's the hour?

About two bells.

- I never spent a longer night.
- Me neither.

- I'm glad it's getting light.
- I ain't.

What if she's still there?

We outrun her, or we outshoot her,
or we swing.

Not a sail in sight. Ned, I'll have that glass.

No sight at all of her, sir?

What is it you were looking at then, sir?

It's land. It's there,

but it shouldn't be.

Mills, Brown, come with me.

Yes. This is our position,
give or take 10 miles.

Empty water.

What's this piece of land over here, sir?

That is Pitcairn Island.
It's over a 170 miles due east.

Or is it?

Well, it must be, sir.
There isn't land anywhere else about.

Yes, that's right.

This must be Pitcairn. It's charted wrong.

And then, it's charted wrong

on every single official chart
in the British Navy.

Don't you see? Pitcairn is a 175 miles
away from where it actually lies.

It can only be found by accident,
just as we have done.

At first, we must find out
whether or not it's inhabited,

and if their people are friendly.

Mills, I want you to take an armed party.
Go ashore. We'll cover you.

Minarii, have your men stand by to cover.

It looks deserted.

- No people here.
- Tell Mr. Christian.

Well, laddies, how does it feel
to be land-owning squires, eh?

Without tenants
making hungry mouths at us.

No poachers either, eh?

Come on, let's take a little twirl
round our estate, then.

That's a good idea.
Come on, Mr. Kew Gardens.

Breadfruit.

Mr. Young, look, yams, papaya, taro root.

Why, the island's a garden.
Beautiful rich soil.

- What's that?
- Oh, it's some sort of a tuber.

I can't tell till I cultivate it.

Do you think Mr. Christian
would like the garden right here?

Well, not if we decide
to live on the other side of the island.

- I got it.
- Good shot. Here!

Birkett, Mr. Young,
there's tons of food here.

Here! I've just seen enough game
to feed the whole of the British Navy.

- I'm not kidding you.
- Water aplenty.

And fish. Big ones. Real big ones.

Hey, mates, look here!

- Pigeon pie for dinner!
- Pigeon? With red feathers?

All right, all right, whatever it is then.

- They're pretty, ain't they?
- Yeah.

The tail feathers are for Hutia.

- This is better than Tahiti, even.
- It's the climate. It's cooler.

Well, it's not the climate we're tasting.
It's that lovely mapmaker's mistake.

Mates, there's only one thing missing.
Captain Bligh.

Oh, yes.

I'd give a leg or two
if he could see us now.

Eating away to our heart's content
without a care in the world.

Yeah, I like him better where he is.
I like him going away in his little boat,

with the hot sun beating down
on his hot little head.

Well, God grant him a dry mouth.

Do you remember when he bid us
goodbye, all blown up like a toad?

"I'll never leave you, Mr. Christian.
Not ever.

"No matter where you go,
I'll always be at your shoulder,

"with a rope in me hand."

Of course,
he's a man of his word, is Captain Bligh.

So perhaps we ought to set him a plate.

Why, hello there. Captain Bligh, sir.

Sit down, sir. Sit down.
Here have a bird wing or two.

And kindly explain why you ain't here.

There's no doubt about it.

Nobody's glad to see a captain
who comes home without his ship.

You know, I'd give a stick of tabaccy
to see his ruddy report.

Those Admiralty Lords will look at him
like he was a piece of rotten biscuit.

I'm afraid your laughter
is unwarranted, gentlemen.

Captain Bligh will be acquitted.

He'll be given another ship.

A larger cat-o'-nine-tails to run it with.

You're forgetting there's mates of ours
went along with Bligh, sir.

They'll tell what the old pig did.

And they'll tell how he was out
to execute all of us, one by one.

Sure.

Your friends are under the shadow
of arraignment themselves for mutiny,

if Bligh chooses to charge
that they failed to rally to his calls,

or to protect him properly.

- Why should they invite his anger?
- They won't be given any choice, sir.

They'll be asked questions, and the facts
will speak for themselves, right?

The bare facts alone will not indict Bligh.

It's the privilege of every captain to decide

when an emergency warrants
the reduction of water rations.

Who can deny there was an emergency?

The Bounty carried breadfruit.

Vital to the economic life
of the British Empire.

Do you suppose it'll be acceptable

that Bligh should return
after a two-year voyage

with his ship laden with dead plants?

Better than with dead men, sir.

You're forgetting
the traditional answer, Mills.

Mission comes first
and lives of men second.

Well, it's all the one to us now.

Let them make Captain Bligh
King of China if they want to.

We can forget him, thank God.

And I move we start forgetting him
right now.

Bligh guilty, or Bligh not guilty,

it makes no difference
to our lovely little island.

And if it did, we could write out papers
telling our side of the story,

seal them in bottles
and send them floating on the sea.

Hey, that's a thought.
One of them might even bob along

and reach England ahead of Bligh.
That'd put a spike in his coffin.

We can make certain
that his coffin is spiked.

What do you mean, sir?

By returning to England ourselves.

- Well, what the holy hell for?
- You're not serious, Mr. Christian.

It's a joke he'll be after having, that's all.

- Well, it was a joke to spoil me dinner.
- Hold it, hold it.

Mr. Christian is meaning what he says,
I'm afraid.

- Yes, I am, Mills.
- Then I've got a better idea, sir.

Why don't we hang each other
from the yardarms in the morning?

- It'll save us a trip!
- Yes.

Listen to me for one moment,
gentlemen, please.

I put it to you

that we shall never find contentment
on this island.

Sir, it sounds
like you've gone out of your mind.

There's no chance for people like us
to go back to England,

give Bligh a bad name
and walk free men ourselves.

And anyone who thinks otherwise
hasn't got the sense that God gave geese!

You're right, Mills.

We may all very well be hanged.

But decency is worth fighting for.
You can't live without it.

And hiding here, shivering like convicts,

when we've a just case
to present to the courts,

is just another way of dying.

And a far less bearable one.

I didn't know until this moment,

what the rightful course to pursue was.

But I know it now.

Will you trust me?

Look, supposing Bligh's
been picked up already.

Supposing he's been tried and acquitted
by the time we get there.

Let it be so.

Our court martial
will be Bligh's court martial over again.

Our jeopardy
will be Bligh's' jeopardy as well.

And our acquittal will be Bligh's defeat.

It'll mean no more Captain William Bligh
or any like him in His Majesty's service.

We need only persuade the British people
of something they already know,

that inhumanity is its poorest servant.

Gentlemen, I beg you.

Help me to carry that word
back to England.

That's a big thought for people like us.

Do you mind
if we take the night to talk about it?

Certainly.

Mills, Quintal, Birkett, Minarii, quickly!

Our ship's afire.
Hurry, for God's sake, everyone!

She's afire! Come quickly!

Mills, Quintal, Birkett!

Come on!

Get the boat in the water.

Madatafao, as soon as we get aboard
you and Tamas slip the anchor.

Brown, you and Minarii will hoist the sail.

When she begins to make headway,
we'll sink her on the shallows.

Ned, you and I will go below
and open the sea cocks.

She can be refloated
if we can save the hull.

- We're fast on a rock.
- Right through the hull.

- Have you got the sextant, Ned?
- What?

- Have you got the sextant?
- No.

- You can't go now. It's too late, Fletcher.
- We'll never leave here without it.

- Fletcher, you can't go down!
- Abandon ship!

The cutter's heading back.
They've given up.

Careful now.

Find something to cover him.

Minarii, go to my tent.

You'll find a chest.
In it is a medicine case, bring it quickly.

And bring a lamp or a torch,
we shall need light.

Oh, my God. My God.

There's some laudanum
in the medicine case.

It'll stop his pain within a few minutes.

He'll need it, if he regains consciousness.

Here, Ned, spread it gently.

Easy.

I gave him all the laudanum there was.

He'll feel nothing
as soon as he assimilates it.

We must cut away
what's left of his clothing.

Oh, look at that.

Oh, my God.

- It's us done that to him.
- Get away from here.

Get away from here or I'll cut your throats,
you murdering scum.

- Ned! Ned, stop!
- I'll kill you.

No. On my life I gave him bad for good.

I never done that to anybody
in my life before.

- What's happened, Brown?
- We're on the beach, Mr. Christian.

There was an accident.

You've been burned and you must lie still.

- Was I hurt badly?
- Not too bad. You're going to be all right.

But it's important
that you stay as still as possible.

The Bounty?

- It's hopeless.
- It's gone.

- The sextant, did we... Have we lost it?
- No, I have it here, Mr. Christian.

You must hide it, Brown. Hide it, quickly.

So, it was your work, the burning.
Was it? You filth.

I have no want in me to harm you.

For the love of God, believe
I regret what has happened to you.

We all do.

But each man has to follow his own belief,
no matter what.

You've said this many times
after the mutiny.

Well, I did what I thought I had to do.

I burned the Bounty for the good of all.

It wasn't in bad faith. It was just bad luck.

For the good of all, Mills?

Yes, sir.

But why did you have to burn the Bounty?

You had no reason to fear me.

We were afraid, Mr. Christian.

We were afraid you were going
to take us to London by force.

Oh, God.

We're sick
and sorry for what's happened to you.

We'll never forget what you've done for us.

It's all right, Mills. It wasn't your fault.

Bligh left his mark on all of us.

Goodbye, Mr. Christian.

May God have mercy on you.

Am I dying, Brown?

Yes, Mr. Christian.

What a useless way to die.

It's not useless, Fletcher. I swear it.

Maybe we'll get to London or maybe not.

The Blighs will lose.

We'll tell our story somehow, to someone.

It only needs one of us to survive.

Never mind, Maimiti.

We haven't much time.

Please...

Please know that

I loved you

more than I knew.

And if I'd only

had time to...

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