All language subtitles for Hornblower.Loyalty.2003.720p.BluRay.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

It's definitely The Hotspur, sir.

Yes, Matthews.

Styles, put a ball close to her stern,
but not too close.

Aye, aye, sir. close but not
too close it is.

But it's--
it's The Hotspur, sir.

aah!

Styles,
for god's sake, man.

sorry, sir.

look, sir. now she shows
her true colors.

I thought something was wrong.

Well, if the frogs have
taken The Hotspur, sir,

It's only proper we should take it back.

Indeed, Matthews.

Lay us alongside.
- Aye, aye, sir.

Matthews: gunners, stand by!
contact at the next head!

[men shouting]

[crash]

[shouting]

Matthews: Come here! Look at that!

That's their idea of the cavalry?

Pity the poor bastards.

Why has he got the flag down?

Where is your captain?

I don't know, sir. It's to me.

Oh, yes.

And do you surrender?

Well done, sir,

and, uh, i just thought
you ought to know, sir.

There's a cutter headed this way.

And do you suppose this cutter to be
a threat, Matthews?

No, sir.

I don't quite know what it is, sir.

I just thought you ought to know, sir.

Look at this, sir.

He served the victory, sir.

Are you British?

Irish, sir.

And proud to be, sir.

English rule is Ireland's curse,

and if the french offer us a hand,
we'll take it.

The Irish rebellion
was crushed years ago, man.

It's not finished yet.

MAN: Ahoy!
Peace, lads!

dIFFERENT MAN:
It's peace with France!

It's peace! It's peace, lads!
Lads, it's peace!

Ahoy, the ship!
Can you hear us?

It's peace! Peace with france!

It's peace?
It's peace!

[cheering]

Leave him, Matthews.

Killing one more poor devil
won't change the world.

The war is over, man.

Yeah. Yeah!

The war is over!

[cheering]

The war is over.

MAN: Lay on your oars!
Homeward a larboard!

MAN: all right. Mind your back.
Coming through.

MAN: All right, missis.

What can i do for you today?

DIFFERENT MAN: Mr. Hornblower,

you're here to redeem
your gray coat, no doubt.

The weather is most inclement.

Alas, no.

Ah.

I can offer you 15 shillings.

15?

Alas, Mr. Hornblower, with the peace,

There's little demand for naval swords.

Watch where you're headed, man.

Neg your pardon, sir.
Sir?

Sir.
Mr. Bush?

It's good to see you.

It's good to see you, sir.

You needn't call me sir.
Look. No epaulet.

But you're a commander.

You're captain of the retribution.

I was a commander.
Now that we're at peace,

I'm once again a mere lieutenant.

Infernal luck.

And what's more, lieutenant without a ship.

Me, too.
Well, it's cold. Where's your coat?

Why don't we go to my lodgings?

We can talk there.

I come every month, collect my half pay,

Stay wherever it's convenient.

Cheap, in other words.

Well, why not lodge with me?

It's cheap here, I assure you.

[footsteps]

Oh, it's you.

Lieutenant Bush, Mrs. Mason,

the lady of the house.

Mr. Bush will be my guest tonight.

You're very free with your
hospitality, Mr. Hornblower,

For someone whose rent
is so far in arrears.

I don't mind paying in advance, madam.

It'll be a shilling for the bed.

I can't wash the sheets
for less than that,

not with soap,
as it is.

And that just leaves Mr. Hornblower's
15 that he owes us.

Oh, uh, sorry, mother.
i forgot.

Mr. Hornblower gave me half a crown
this morning. It's up in my room.

[sigh]

If you spent less time daydreaming...

you're just like your father--
head in the clouds--

and look where that got him.

I want that balance
by the end of the week.

This way.

I'll be up presently.

She doesn't mean to be so hard on you.

I think she does, Maria,

and with good reason.

I'm not a good lodger, not by any means.

Oh, please don't, sir.
I know you're good for it.

But your mother will expect to see

this mythical half crown.

I can handle my mother.

I have something put by for my teaching,

and you have more need
of the money than me.

You truly are a good friend, Maria.

I thought I had none left in the world.

I hope I'm more than that, sir.

Maria, don't pin your hopes on me.

I'm but a penniless sailor
with few connections

and fewer prospects.

I know you are a true gentleman,

and a gentleman...

needs his sword.

Well, thank you.

Please, sir.

You have an admirer--

your landlady's daughter.

I saw the way she looked at you.

Maria? No.

No, no, no.
Nonsense.

How could you possibly afford

to come here on half pay?

Follow me, and i'll show you.

MAN: Ah, Mr. Hornblower.

Are you well, sir?

Admiral Pellew, sir.
Yes. Very well, thank you.

You remember Lieutenant William Bush.

We served together in the renown.

To great effect, as i recall.
Thank you, sir.

You joining us for cards, Mr. Bush?

Mr. Bush is purely a
spectator this evening,

but i shall be
honored, as always.

Then allow me to introduce

an old acquaintance to the table.

I think you'll find this a very
stimulating contest.

You earn your living here?

Well, my winnings usually
outweigh my losses.

Ah, Hornblower.

Good evening, Captain Hammond.

A humble sloop takes on two ships
of the line. Hmm.

Now, we shall soon see
if that is valor

or mere foolhardiness.

Gentleman, my nephew Jack Hammond.

Well, step up, lad.
step up.

Good evening, gentlemen.

On his first visit to the
fleshpots of Portsmouth,

Hoping to be posted to a ship.

You're in good company.

Some of the navy's
finest captains come here.

PELLEW: So, Mr. Hammond,
given the choice,

With whom would you serve?

Though, naturally,
i can make no promises.

Well, come along.
Come along.

You study the naval gazette.

Well, there is one man, sir,

but he's not a captain.

I've read much
of your exploits, sir.

What? Horn--

Well, I'm sorry.

I'm in no position to offer you anything.

Indeed. You should think
more carefully, sir,

before you nail your colors to the mast.

Well, if he wishes to go into battle
with Mr. Hornblower,

There's always the card table,

ut I warn you, Mr. Hammond.

The lieutenant is an exceptionally
gifted player.

My trick again, by god.

One more trick, and the game is ours.

Well, you and your nephew

have all the luck of the devil,
Captain Hammond.

[chuckles]

Mr. Hornblower, why are you
a lieutenant again

and no longer a commander?

Because my promotion was disallowed

when the Retribution was laid up.

the country can't afford to keep
a wartime navy.

Otherwise, we'd be paying this
damned income tax every year.

Let's hope England's haste
to decommission

Does not prove to be premature.

What do you think, Mr. Bush,

or do you decline from speculating

as well as gambling?

I'm equally poor at both, sir,

but if i were a gambling man,

I'd wager that this peace
won't last long.

Whatever Bony's planning,

we'll be ready for him,
won't we, uncle?

This is hardly the place to gossip

about military matters, boy.

It's an officers club.

Even in such illustrious company, sir,

the best part of valor is discretion.

And for all we know,
Mr. Hornblower here

might be sharing his berth

with some republican strumpet.

Oh.

Indeed, I'm not, sir.

Oh, no, not Mr. Hornblower.

Unlucky with women.
Unlucky at cards.

Trick and rubber, I think.

I think not, sir.

So. So we're down
to the last trick, then.

Which, I believe, is mine, also.

You hold but a 7, do you not?

[Pellew chuckles]

I did warn you.

His talent is quite formidable.

Well, gentlemen, this evening

has been quite an education.

Hmm. A damned expensive
education at that.

Thank you, lieutenant.
I hope you and I--

hAMMOND: Come, Jack.

Sir Edward.
Mm-hmm.

Gentlemen.

Here's your winnings.

Use them wisely.

I'll see you aboard the flagship

two bells tomorrow forenoon. Mr. Bush.

What do you think he wants?

Well, i doubt he wants to play whist.

No, but you--

you risked everything on one hand.

My chances had to right themselves
mathematically.

Don't you see?
Of course.

No. No, I don't.
Ha ha!

Aha.

Good evening, Mrs. Mason.

Oh, it might be for young rakes

squandering their rent money

on dissipation and drink.

By the scent of gin, madam,

It's plain you've had
a head start.

Such insolence...

and those that can't even pay
their reckoning.

If Mr. Mason were here,
he'd throw you out!

Please, mother.
Don't.

You can shut your mouth.

It's because of you I've let
this young spark run on.

There's hardly a shirt in his chest,

and his chest will be at the pawnshop, too.

HORNBLOWER: Mrs. Mason.

25 shillings.

What i owe you plus a week's notice.

A week's?
Mother.

Please, Mr. Hornblower, you can't leave.

Oh, now, sir, you wouldn't leave us

on account of a misunderstanding.

No. We understood you very well, madam.
Come on, Horatio.

Mr. Hornblower, don't go,

not on such terms.

Well, I suppose it is rather late

to go seeking new lodgings.

William?

Come, mother, you should be in bed.

I don't need your ministrations,

thank you, miss.

You wouldn't really have left us,
would you, sir?

No, Maria. I don't believe I would.

Good night, sir.

Good night.

[bell rings twice]

PELLEW: Ah, Hornblower.

Admiral Pellew, sir.

How's your head, man?
Hmm?

You spend the night celebrating
your good fortune?

Alas, no, sir.

I had some debts to settle.

Do you recognize that 20-gun sloop?

Hotspur, sir?

Hmm. needs a captain.

A man of intelligence and ability.

I was wondering if you could
suggest anyone suitable.

Well, I, uh...

As you were.

Your promotion to commander
has been confirmed.

You are now captain of The Hotspur.

She must be ready to sail in two days.

Thank you, sir.

This is not idol favoritism, Hornblower.

Well, a little tiny.

I need you to be my eyes and ears.

No one trusts our new friend Bonaparte.

[knocks on door]

Enter.

[door opens]

Ah, Captain Hornblower,
this is Major Andre Cotard,

recently secondered
to the admiralty.

Major Cotard, it's an honor
to meet you, sir.

This is the captain of The Hotspur?

Major Cotard is of a noble french family,

Who paid dearly for their
opposition to Bonaparte.

But I still have many well-placed
contacts in france.

I have had word sent--

Well, thank god not all
frenchmen worship

That corsican upstart, huh?

May i continue, admiral?

Of course.
Carry on.

I have had word sent to me

that an old and trusted
friend of mine

needs to speak to me most urgently.

He insists on meeting face to face.

It must be important
to warrant the risk.

Exactement.

In 7 days, he sails from Brest

on a British merchant ship,
The Eleanor.

Your ship is to take me

to rendezvous with him at sea.

No doubt attracting the attentions

of the French,
I take it.

Quite so. We don't want to give
Bony the satisfaction

That we violated the peace treaty.

Right. You'll report
to The Hotspur in two days

at 3 bells in the forenoon watch.

Uh, 3 bells?

9:30 a.m., Major Cotard.

The major may appear
a little impertinent,

but i have it on good authority
he's a faithful ally,

and i have no reason to question
the veracity of that information.

But?
But...

Men like Cotard have their own agenda.

I understand that, sir.

Remember, Hornblower, there's folly

and foolhardiness on one side,

daring and calculation
on the other.

You make the right choice,

and i'll see you through any trouble
that might ensue,

and remember...

do nothing to provoke war

before war is declared.

Your mission is vital
for England, sir.

MAN: Lay on your oars.

So what did the admiral want?

A commander...

for The Hotspur.

congratulations, Horatio.

Sir.

They couldn't have
chosen a better man.

Thank you.

She's hardly the Renown.

BUSH: but she's a fine ship, sir.

Do you think so?

Yes. I think so.

And do you also think, Mr. Bush,

that a lieutenant
who served in a 74

might be happy to serve as a
lieutenant in a mere sloop?

If you were captain, sir,
i believe he might.

Then would you do me the honor
of being my first lieutenant?

It is i who would be honored, sir.

I feared you wouldn't want to.

I feared you wouldn't ask.

[chuckling]

Well, we have a ship to rig.

Aye, aye, Captain.

MAN: Lower away.

Handsomely now.
Handsomely.

DIFFERENT MAN: Steer it down a jot.

That's it.
Over here.

That's the last of the water, sir,

but we're still waiting on Cordage.

Cannot afford to wait, Mr. Prowse.

I'm the master to the ship, sir,

not superintendent of the dock.

Fetch the superintendent down here.

Sir?
He'll answer to me,

or he'll answer to the admiral.

It's his choice.

Aye, aye, sir.

BUSH: Name?

Wolfe, sir.
Thomas Wolfe.

Experience?
5 years as coxswain

on the northern convoys.

what brings you to Portsmouth?

Uh, a young lady in Leeds, sir,

with a swollen belly
and an angry father.

Sign here, Wolfe.

Books are full.
No more men.

MAN: Oh, not again.

I hear there's an India one
due in next week.

Wait.
Matthews. Styles.

Captain Hornblower, sir.

Good to see you back in command.

She's a fine ship, sir.

Uh, we can always find
a place for Matthews, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Sir?

You want to add to our troubles,
do you, Styles?

Well, I don't have a steward yet.

I've been working in kitchens

these last 3 months, sir.

[clears throat]

Styles, you never cease to amaze me.

Thank you, sir.

Very well.
I'll take a chance, Mr. Bush.

Make your mark, Styles.

Aye, aye, sir.

Thank you, sir.

MARIA:
Mr. Hornblower.

You're not leaving us so, surely.

My mother's tongue sometimes
runs away with her.

I've been given command of a ship.
I sail tomorrow.

Then let me pack for you, sir.

That's very kind, but there's
precious little here.

Maria...

I'm sorry.

I told you not to pin your hopes on me.

I shall never forget your kindness.

For a long time now, no one ashore
has cared much

whether i lived or died.

I care, Horatio.
My heart leaps

when i hear your
footstep on the stair,

and when I hear your voice--

Please, Maria.

I know i shouldn't say these
things, but i must,

for I shall never see you again.

I'm sorry.

I have my duty.

MAN: Come on, you marines.

Get bellied by the rail there.

Come aboard, sir.

Come aboard, sir.

BUSH: Names?

Charles Orrock, sir.
Midshipman.

John Hammond, sir.
Midshipman, sir.

Well, as midshipmen,

i'll expect you to know this ship

like the back of your hand.

Otherwise, you'll know the back of mine.
Is that understood?

Sir.

I would like to speak to the captain, sir,
to thank--

You shall speak to the captain

When you're spoken to, lad,
and not before.

Now go on below, both of you,
and store your dunnage.

Aye, aye, sir.
Aye, aye.

Ahem.

Sir.

Maria.

Mr. Hornblower, I'm sorry.

I'm sorry for what I said.

There's no need to, truly.

I couldn't bear for us
to part on such terms,

so I...

You...

I made you these, sir.

Gloves.

Gloves,
Mr. Hornblower.

A small token that you might
think of me sometimes.

I need no token, Maria.

I...

must get back to the ship.

Farewell, Mr. Hornblower.

Maria...

thank you...

for the gloves.

[bell rings 3 times]

Good morning, major.

MAN: You there!

Sail up and clear that bunt line!

DIFFERENT MAN:
Aye, aye, sir!

You are...

William Bush, first lieutenant.

Have my bag put in my cabin, Bush,

and take me to the captain.

May i see your orders, sir?

Your captain will not like
to be kept waiting.

Neither do i.

Show me your orders, sir,
and he won't be.

You're a frenchman.

You object?

No, sir.
We all serve the king.

Matthews, have the major's dunnage
stored in my quarters.

Aye, aye, sir.

MAN: Boat ahoy!

DIFFERENT MAN: Hotspur!

Captain's coming on, sir.

Very well.
Boatswain's mates.

Side, boys. Lively. Ho!

[whistles blowing]

MAN: Present. Hut!

God's blood, what has he got in here?

Provisions.

Provisions? Where are we going,
the west indies?

Will that be all, sir?

For the present, Styles.

I didn't catch your name.

Uh, Wolfe, sir.
Your coxswain.

Worry about where we're headed
when we get there, Wolfe.

Major Cotard, Captain.

Ah.

You are welcome in this ship, Major.

Glad to hear it.
That will be all.

Slack water now, sir.
First of the ebb in 10 minutes.

Anchors offshore.

Thank you, Mr. Bush.
i shall be up presently.

I was expecting a somewhat larger vessel.

Don't judge a ship by the number
of its guns, Major,

but by the skill of its crew.

The Hotspur is more than equal
to the task.

You will make your rendezvous.

Ahem.

Stand by there at the capstan!

Thank you, Mr. Prowse.
Mr. Bush will take her out.

BUSH:
Aye, aye, sir.

Loose the headsails!

MATTHEWS: Loose the headsails!

Haul away there!

Come on!
Put your backs into it!

Stand by to loose the topsail!

Stand by to loose the topsail!

Heave away at the capstan!

Come on!
Do it now!

Loose the topsail!

Let go!

[men shouting]

Mr. Bush, we'll have an hour's
exercise at the guns

As soon as we're out in the channel.

You never know. One of these days,
we may have to use them.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hands to quarters!

MATTHEWS: Hands to quarters!

[whistle blows]

Sir.

I'd like some breakfast, please, Styles.

Two fried eggs, a sausage,

and some black pudding.

Oh, and some coffee.

Coffee, sir?
Yes. Coffee.

You do know how to make coffee?

Oh, yes, sir.

BUSH: Cast loose your gun!

Cast loose!

Cast loose.

Cast loose! Come on!

Best bawl your lungs out,
Mr. Hammond, sir.

You won't be heard otherwise.

Ahem. How do you make coffee?

Ha! Do i look like a cook?

You and your big mouth.

Run out your gun!

Run out!

[voice breaking]
Run out!

Run out your guns!
Jump to it!

ORROCK: Run out!

Fire!

Fire!

ORROCK: Cease fire!

Stand by your guns.

Mr. Orrock, what are your orders

regarding lanterns
during a night action?

I'm to wait until Mr. Bush
expressly orders them, sir.

Then i send Mr. Hammond.

Where do you go, Mr. Hammond?

For the lanterns?

I... I...

Don't look to Mr. Orrock.

[clears throat]

Forward, sir?

Yes, Mr. Hammond.
Forward.

Thank you, Matthews.

Sir.

BUSH: Rest assured, sir,

Mr. Hammond will be warmly
reminded of his duties.

I won't have to speak to you again,
will I, Mr. Hammond?

Capitaine Hornblower,

if this is a joke,
it is in poor taste.

Sir, only the captain's steward
may enter without knocking.

What's the problem, Major Cotard?

Do you seriously expect me to sleep

in a mildewed canvas bag

with the common crew?

I thought he was sharing your berth.

He is.

Behind a filthy curtain.

I have shared a berth with
Lieutenant Bush, Major Cotard,

and i consider it an honor.

the admiral required you to show--

On this ship, I am the admiral.

If you are not satisfied
with your quarters,

you have my permission
to sleep on deck.

Your breakfast, sir.

Now, major, will you join us?

I am not hungry.

Good day to you, sir.

Sorry about the delay, sir.

Still finding me way
around the galley.

BUSH: Styles, what's this?

Uh, fried eggs, sausage,
and some lovely black pudding.

As ordered, sir.

I'm just boiling the coffee now, sir.

I'll go fetch it.

But coffee shouldn't be--

boiled, William?
I know. I know.

BUSH: Raise up that main yard!

Aah!

Damnation.

Hmm.

You worked in a kitchen for 3 months.

Yes, sir.

Don't lie to me, Styles.

I'll string you up by your thumbs.

It were a prison kitchen, sir.

I were doing 3 months for fraying.

Did you think to make a fool of
the captain, Styles?

No, sir.
Learn to cook,

or I'll cook you.
You understand me?

Sir.

Were your customers this fussy
in the clink?

Put it this way.

I never got flogged for me cooking it,
if that's what you mean.

Oh, there's worse
than being flogged.

Mr. Bush might make you eat that...

and then flog you.

PROWSE: That sail is set, sir.

Very good, Mr. Prowse.
Again, please.

Again, sir?

Mr. Prowse, how long
have you been at sea?

30 years, sir,
12 as master.

Good.

I respect your experience
and your skills, sir.

In return, i'd like you
to respect mine.

One more exercise at the headsails,

and then put the ship
abound, please.

Aye, aye, sir.

Strike the headsails!

Aah!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

[men shouting]

God almighty!

WOLFE: Get overboard!
Get overboard!

Leave him! Leave him!
Get overboard!

HORNBLOWER: stand fast there!

Major quarters!

Mr. Prowse, get a team on the pump!

Aye, aye, sir!
Below there, man the pump!

Hold that aside, Mr. Bush!

Matthews!

MATTHEWS: Aye, aye, sir!

Finish pumping!

MAN: Finish pumping!

[cough]

The doors to the stove, sir.

They've been left wide open.

[coughs]

I secured the range, sir.
I swear, I did.

Then how did hot coals get
scattered all over the deck?

I don't know, sir.

Take him below.

I hope this will not
delay us, captain.

It almost delayed us
permanently, major.

[sigh]

But we are still afloat.

Let us at least
be grateful for that.

The cook.
He should hang.

That's for the captain to decide.

All hands to witness punishment!

[crew murmuring]

MAN: This is silly.
It wasn't his fault.

Well, Styles,

You have endangered
his majesty's ship

and the lives of your fellows.

What do you have to say?

Wasn't me, sir.

Does anyone have anything to say
on his behalf?

HORNBLOWER: If he is found to have
acted maliciously,

the articles of war provide for
only one sentence...

Death.

BUSH: I believe it may
have been an accident, sir.

He was negligent, not malicious.

Very well.

Seize him up.

Hats off.

HORNBLOWER: "article 36--

"all other crimes
not capital committed

"by any person or persons
in the fleet

"which are not mentioned in this act

"or for which no punishment

"is hereby directed to be inflicted

"shall be punished
according to the laws

and customs used at sea."

3 dozen, Mr. Matthews.

[drum roll]

[drum stops]

Uh!

I've never seen
so much blood.

BUSH: 3 dozen, sir.

Take him down, Mr. Bush.

Take him down!

Thank you, Mr. Bush.
Dismiss all hands.

All hands dismissed!

I didn't do it, sir.

MAN: Clear that mizzen coming in!

Land ho!

There is no sign of
The Eleanor, captain.

Is your contact reliable?

My contact is the Duke
of Montreuil.

He has always been
a man of his word.

HORNBLOWER: our arrival has been noted,
judging by that semaphore tower.

It was not there 6 months ago.

It'll be part of a chain.

By now, they will know of us

in Brest and in Paris
within the hour,

and that battery
will have been reinforced.

Hold on.
This'll sting.

[panting]

Hold fast.
Hold fast.

Just vinegar and brown paper.

It'll help your wounds heal.

Why are you here?

Nothing cheers me up

like seeing another
poor bugger in pain.

I didn't do it.
I told them.

Styles, you've served
the crown long enough.

What did you expect?

Sail ho!

Flying on the larboard bow!

Glass.

Is it The Eleanor?

Mr. Orrock, we'll hoist
our colors, if you please.

Aye, aye, sir.

Should you not signal to them?

I would, major,
were she a British ship.

She's a French frigate, sir.

In the very place at the
very time of our rendezvous?

It may be a coincidence.

She's closing fast, sir.
Shall i alter course?

Keep her steady as she goes,
Mr. Prowse.

Clear for action, sir?

We're at peace with France,
Mr. Bush.

Or we were when we left England.

40 guns to our 20, sir.
18-pounders.

Thank you, Mr. Prowse.

She's have us in range
in two minutes, sir.

Thank you.

You don't trust her,
do you sir?

In range of her broadside
in one minute, sir.

So she has twice our guns,
4 times our firepower.

We must clear for action.

No, Mr. Bush.

We will render passing honors.

Passing honors to a Frenchman, sir?

HORNBLOWER: There's a first time
for everything, Mr. Bush.

You do remember the procedure.

Aye, aye, sir.

All hands man the sides!

Sergeant of marines, parade your men!

MATTHEWS: All right!
Man the sides!

Jump to it!
Pick those feet up!

Quietly now,
drummer on the right.

Boatswain's mates,
pipe on my command.

Aye, aye, sir.

BUSH: Toe the line there.
Toe the line.

Heads up. Keep still.

Show these frogs how a
British crew behaves.

Let them have it,
Mr. Bush.

Drum.

Present...arms!

Pipes!

[man shouting]

For what we're about to receive...

[band playing "God Save the Hing"]

BUSH: Order...arms!

COTARD: The Loire.

Well, i'll be damned.
I never thought i'd get

a salute from
a French frigate.

Question is, what was that French
frigate doing here?

And what has happened
to your friend the duke?

Oh, sheer folly.

HORNBLOWER: Major Cotard was
supposed to meet his contact

on board a British ship.

Now there's no sign of either.

Bony is up to something
along this coast,

and we must find out what it is.

Yes, but I'm not sure
I trust Major Cotard

to be the one
to investigate it.

Nor me.

Not enough to let him
go alone, anyway.

Now...

How do i look?

Like a pale, thin englishman
with a poor tailor.

Sir, if they catch you, you'll be
shot as a spy, peace or no peace.

I know, Mr. Bush.

[knocks on door]

[door opens]

Johnny boat is ready, sir.

She's rigged with nets and floats.

She should pass for a fishing boat.

Thank you.

I'll just get aboard.

Oh, there's no need.
We'll row ourselves.

Begging your pardon, sir.

Just you and that frenchman?

Oh, the exercise
will do us good.

Aye, aye, sir.

[door closes]

If I'm not back
by the second dog watch,

You are to sail
to Portsmouth

and see that this report
gets to the flagship. Sir...

You are in command,
Mr. Bush.

Now take good care of her.

Aye, aye, sir.

You said the captain
was a clever man.

He is.

Not bloody clever going ashore

With only that frog
dandy for company.

Better tell him that
when he comes back.

You mean, if he comes back.

Maybe he'd rather have
a frenchman in front of him

than an irishman behind him.

Matthews, half
this navy is irish.

if we were all disloyal,
you'd be sunk.

wasn't so long ago I came across
a paddy serving on a french ship.

Fancied himself as a rebel.

Hope you won't tar all irishmen
with the same brush, Matthews.

Sir, no, sir.

Sorry, sir.
No offense.

Carry on.

All this coastland used to belong
to the Duke of Montreuil.

I spent my childhood
playing here.

This must be a bitter homecoming.

It breaks my heart
to see a noble nation

debase itself before
a man like Bonaparte.

You find it strange that
I should love my country

and still fight against it?

As long as you fight
against it, major,

that's all that concerns me.

[men speaking french]

Bonaparte has been busy
during the peace.

Peace?

This camp is for an invasion
force, major.

we must get word
to Admiral Pellew.

[men shouting in french]

For god's sakes, major!

[gunshots]

[bullets ricochet]

[gunshots continue]

Aah!

[shouting]

HORNBLOWER: you wait here.

[soldiers shouting]

Half an hour into the
second dog watch, sir.

I can tell the time, Mr. Prowse.

Now is not the time
to make a stand, major!

Damn semaphore has
started up again.

MAN: Deck there! Sail ho!

Where away?

Coming down the fairway, sir!

It's our old friend The Loire.

We better get underway, Mr. Bush.

We've stayed too long already.

Mr. Bush?
I heard you, Mr. Prowse.

She's altered course
towards us, sir.

Sir.

Very well. Come onto the larboard tack.
Set a course for home.

We'll show them
a clean pair of heels.

We'll be lucky
if we can do that.

Set the headsails!

Brace up the mainmast!

Capitaine, look.

The Hotspur is still there.

Thank god for English
inefficiency, huh?

She's heading out to sea.

Hey!

Ahoy!

Hey!

Ahoy!

PROWSE: they're catching up, sir.

STYLES: sir.

Sir.

Not now, Styles, for god's sake.

Not bloody now?
Styles!

Sir, it's them!
It's the captain.

On the larboard corner, sir!

HORNBLOWER: Ahoy! Ahoy!

BUSH: My god, it is them.

All hands to wear ship!

Mr. Prowse, we'll
stand in towards.

the frigate is cleared for
action, sir, if we're at war.

BUSH: Hard aport!

They've seen us.

Capitaine...

The Loire.

Put your back
into it, major.

For a moment there, sir, we wondered
which ship you were headed for.

Still here, then, Mr. Bush?

Thought the hour glass was running
a little fast, sir.

we're in range of her
bow chasers, sir.

Raise her hard up, Mr. Prowse.

Mr. Bush, clear for action.

Aye, aye, sir.
Clear for action!

PROWSE: Raise up the mainmast!

[men shouting]

Thank you, Styles.

Begging your pardon, sir.

On behalf of the hands,
are we at war, sir?

The frogs know, and we
don't yet, Matthews.

Very good, sir.

They're catching us fast, sir.

We'll have to come about, sir.

We'll be on the shore
in 5 minutes.

As soon as we come about,
they'll have us.

[cannon fires]

[cannonball whizzes]

HORNBLOWER: Mr. Matthews!
Get those halyards reroped!

Aye, aye, sir!
And Matthews,

if you think it proper, you can
tell the hands that we are at war.

[laughter]

Come on.
Move yourselves.

Mr. Orrock, I want you
to take 4 men up forward.

I shall be
going about shortly,

but then I shall
change my mind.

when i signal, you are to
run the jib up

and flat it out to starboard.
Understood?

Aye, aye, sir.

Stand by to go about!

Standing by, sir.

Now, Mr. Prowse, keep an eye
on that frenchman.

I want to know exactly what he does.

Aye, aye, sir.

Helms alee!

MATTHEWS: Helms alee!

He's following us, sir.

Avast!

Brace all back again!

Arrgh!

Mr. Orrock!

Aye, aye, sir!
Set the headsail!

Hard aport!

MATTHEWS: Hard aport, sir!

ORROCK: Drop the headsail!

Hang the headsail!

Volley fire!

Make ready!

They tried to follow us, sir,
but he's been taken all aback!

He's helpless!

Present!

We'll render passing
honors, Mr. Bush.

Aye, aye, sir.

Gunners, hold your fire until
the mainmast is in your sights!

Run out!

MATTHEWS: run out!

Run out, Mr. Hammond!

STYLES: Thought you might use
a hand with the guns, sir!

Good man, Styles.

Rather see you on the gundeck
than the galley.

Come on, sir, unless you want to
get your leg blown off!

Stand by!

Fire!

[whoosh]

MAN: Fire!

Damn!

She's coming round, sir.

Aah!
Aah!

WOLFE: Oh, god.

[wolfe shouts]

Reload!

MAN: Powder monkey!
Over here!

Aah! Aah! Aah!

[screaming]

Shut your face!
Shut it, damn you!

Waah!

Come on. You're all right.
It's not your blood, sir.

What is it, Matthews?

Aah! Mmph!

It's all under control, sir.

One more peep out of you,
and no one can save you.

You'll be going over the side
with that lot.

Do you understand?
Do you understand?!

Come on, you bugger.

Aah!
Aah! Aah!

Hooray!
Yay! Hooray!

[cheering continues]

Do we come to the wind,
sir, and finish her off?

[cannonball whizzes]

Let's not overplay our hand,
Mr. Prowse.

We'll have drifted in range of
those batteries within 5 minutes.

Every shot tolled, sir,
every single shot.

Indeed they did, Mr. Bush.

I think we've overstayed
our welcome here.

Mr. Prowse, plot a course for home.

[cheering]

PELLEW: You had no business
to take on The Loire, man!

She might have blown
you out of the water!

It would have been
folly not to, sir.

Oh, there's folly and
foolhardiness on the one side

and daring and calculation
on the other, eh?

Something like that, sir.

Very good.

You made the right choice.

I'd like to know
what The Loire

Was doing there
in the first place.

One french ship
outside a french port?

That's hardly rotten.

At the exact hour and place
as our rendezvous

with the Duke of Montreuil?

Well, the only one privy to
that information was myself

or Major Cotard or some good men
of the admiralty.

Perhaps you should talk
to those good men, sir,

or major cotard.

I will not doubt Major Cotard
because he's a frenchman.

God, he risked his life
for England, damn it.

Nevertheless,

I feel we must
doubt someone, sir.

Indeed, if we have agents familiar
with our enemies' plans,

It seems reasonable to assume
that the enemy has, too.

Hmm.

I'll make some
discreet inquiries.

In the meantime,

I want you back watching Brest

until i get the
channel fleet to sea.

You sail on the morning tide
first of the ebb.

Aye, aye, sir.

Well, there's hours, yet.
Come on. Finish your wine.

I, uh, beg your pardon, sir.

I had hoped to visit a friend
before I embarked.

A friend?
A lady friend?

You do know, Hornblower,

that in time of war,
a captain may not

sleep out of his ship without
his admiral's permission.

I hadn't intended to sleep, sir.

Oh, well--

I didn't mean--
Well, permission granted.

Thank you, sir.

Well, maybe you won't sleep ashore
for the next couple of years,

maybe more if Bony fights it out.

I certainly think he'll fight, sir.

In that case, we'll meet again

all flushed.

Victorious war...

and beauty ashore.

You, sir, what are you doing?

What does it look like I'm doing?

Oh, sorry, sir.

Well, they're bankrupt, sir.

Seems the old girl
drank the rent.

[cell door slams]

[babies crying]

MRS. MASON: well, well...

If it isn't the grand sea captain

come to sneer at our misfortune.

Mr. Hornblower, sir.

Maria.

I'm ashamed, sir,

that you should
see us like this.

Oh, don't be, I beg you.

It happened so quickly.

I didn't know
we were in arrears,

and the bailiff
did not listen,

and now we can't
earn our release.

we wouldn't have been in arrears
if he'd paid his rent.

I did pay my rent, madam.

I can see what you did with it.

I never thought I'd see you again.

You were my friend in the time
of need, Maria.

Allow me to be yours.

MARIA: No, Mr. Hornblower.
You mustn't.

It's too late, Maria.
It's been done.

I don't know what to say.

You could ask him what
he wants in exchange.

Mother!
Say nothing.

Just go and pay your debts.

Thank you, Mr. Hornblower, sir.

If Mr. Mason were here,

He would not accept your charity.

But he is not here and seems
conspicuous by his absence.

He died, sir,

fighting for king and country.

He served in Hannibal
at Gibraltar.

I will not allow my Maria

to suffer as I have suffered, sir.

Oh, you may be heroes to your ship,

but then you are but dead men
to your women.

I can assure you--

Oh, you can assure me, sir.

Can you assure me
that come the morning,

you will not be back at sea
fighting death itself?

Can you assure me of that?

No, madam, i cannot.

There goes the signal tower
again, sir.

I'd pay good money
to know what they're saying.

lOOKOUT: deck there!

Sails, sir!

A whole crowd of them
on the starboard beam!

That's what they're saying, Mr. Bush.

BUSH: The fleet.

HORNBLOWER: Flagship signaling?

Mr. Hammond?

Sir?

BUSH: The flagship
is signaling, sir?

HAMMOND: Yes, sir.
It's, um--

It's our number
followed by--

followed by 2-1-3,

which is--
which is, um...

Mr. Orrock.

That's captain report
aboard flagship, sir.

Learn your signals,
you little...

Gentleman.

The book is useless in a battle.

A fair and a fine dinner awaits
a man aboard The Talon, sir.

Fine food and fine wine...

but not that you're there
to enjoy yourself, of course.

planning a little surprise
for Bony, no doubt.

and--
Wolfe...

why must you speak when
you have nothing to say?

Sorry, sir.

HORNBLOWER: The french fleet are
at anchor in the outer harbor,

and the entrance is protected
by the battery here,

and all our movements
are immediately reported

by the semaphore here.

And thanks to
Captain Hornblower,

We now know that Bonaparte has
50,000 men encamped here

ready to embark at
a moment's notice.

And should the weather turn foul
and our fleet be dispersed...

the french will need less than
two days to cross the channel.

so despite all of
Hornblower's heroics,

Bonaparte will be issuing his edicts from
Windsor Castle instead of Versailles.

Not without his fleet, he won't.

Without ships, he can't
launch an invasion,

Which is why I intend to make
a preemptive strike.

Tomorrow I will lead the squadron
into Brest harbor

and destroy the french fleet
at anchor.

We will have to do something about
the semaphore and the battery first, sir.

May I volunteer The Hotspur for--

God save us from young men

eager for glory.

Sir, I must insist that you
send a more experienced officer.

Insist, Captain Hammond?

No, sir.
It is I who insist

that you listen to the plan.

captain Hornblower will indeed
attack the semaphore

with a small party and signal
his success with a blue rocket.

Might i suggest that I launch
the attack today at dusk,

making the most
of the evening mist?

Good. Then as dawn breaks,
Captain Hammond,

you will lead a party of marines
and storm the battery

and indicate that it is taken
by two red rockets.

Will be an honor, sir.

Mmm.

Prodigious, Doughty.

I trust this is more
to your liking, sir.

Yes. Well, i don't think it's
quite that simple, Doughty.

we have to mount
the attack first.

Come on, Captain Hornblower.
Fire the first broadside.

Let's see what lies
below in the dungeon, sir.

Thank you.

HAMMOND: Well, it's easy enough
to demolish a pie crust

or burn a signal tower,
come to that.

You'll include my nephew
in your shore party, no doubt.

Well, your man is so eager to
serve with Captain Hornblower?

Oh, he's destined
for great things, sir.

I trust you'll allow him to temper
his steel in the fires of combat.

Oh, i shall certainly
consider him, sir.

Well, while you're at it, you might
consider taking someone else.

Your raiding party is gonna need
a good french speaker,

and i know just the man.

[speaks french]

Allo, Monsieur Bush.

[speaks french]

Save your linguistic skills
for the action, major.

[speaks french]

As you wish.

Mr. Matthews, you will stay at
the boat with the marines

once we've landed
to cover our retreat.

Aye, aye, sir.

Mr. Orrock, you'll be in charge
of the demolition party.

You better call
for volunteers

to carry the explosives
and the fuses.

I'd be glad to, sir.

Good man.

Better find somebody
to give you a hand.

Carry on, Mr. Orrock.
Aye, aye, sir.

You heard the captain, Wolfe.

Aye, aye, sir.
Now then...

Who wants to volunteer
for the nice little job

of carrying the explosives?

HORNBLOWER: Mr. Hammond,
report to my cabin.

Come on, lads. Explosives
are nothing to worry about

unless you're careless.

Then your worries are over.

You worried, Styles?

Yes.
Good man.

Then you won't be careless, will you?

HORNBLOWER: You asked to serve
with me, and you have.

Should you now request a transfer,

It will not reflect on your
character or reputation.

I don't want a transfer, sir.

I don't know why you should
think otherwise.

My family has high
expectations of me, sir.

I'm not asking your
family, Mr. Hammond.

War is
a bloody business...

and any man in his right mind
would avoid it,

given half the chance.

With respect, sir,
no man would avoid it

who cared about his
character or reputation.

Please take me
with you, sir.

[man shouts in french]

[speaks french]

[man shouts in french]

He wants a password.

Damn his eyes.

Tell him we've got a lobster for
his officer or something.

[speaking french]

Bien!

Unh!

Unh!

Quietly there.

Matthews, you're in charge here.
Aye, aye, sir.

Ready party, follow me.

[click]

Bonsoir, monsieur.

Oui?

Unh!

Aah!

Aah!
Aah!

Right. Mr. Orrock, get
those charges placed.

Styles, stop hiding
behind that woman's skirt

and lend a hand, man.

Give me the fuse.

Well, I haven't got it, sir.
Wolfe's got it.

There's no sign of Wolfe, sir.

[bugle playing]

Sir!

Listen.

[bugling continues]

Mr. Hammond.
Sir?

Run and tell Mr. Matthews

we'll be returning directly. Go.

And get him out of here.

And everybody out.

[bird squawks]

But how do we ignite the charges

without a fuse, sir?

Styles...

aim the rocket
at the doorway.

Ready, sir.

That was signal enough.

Come on.

MATTHEWS: Present!

Hold your fire.

Where's the captain, sir?

They've been cut off.

Give me 6 men.
Tell them to fix bayonets.

No. There's a company of soldiers

headed up there and
more on the way.

We must do what we can, sir.

No. No. We must rejoin.

If we stay on this beach,
we'll be cut down where we stand.

We can't leave without
the captain, sir.

For god's sakes, Matthews,
the captain's been cut off.

Get the men into the boats.

Not without an order, sir.

Those are his orders, damn you!

[man shouting in french]

We'll descend the cliff to the beach.

I need two men here
to slow their advance.

I will stay.

I'd rather have you
with me, major.

Trust me.
I'm right behind you.

And i will stay, too, sir.

Very well.
You two, give them your pistols.

Don't leave it too late.

We'll see you at the bottom
of the cliff.

Follow me.

Aah!

[man shouts in french]

[speaks french]

Styles: Where are
the bloody marines?

[man speaking french]

Matthews: all right, lads.
well done.

and he ordered you
to withdraw the marines?

He saw the french
reinforcements

advancing on the signal post, sir.

He told me to run ahead

and evacuate the jetty.

Matthews?

We wanted to wait for him, sir.

Thank you, Mr. Hammond.

Return to your duties.

Aye, aye, sir.

Dismissed, Matthews.

Sir.
Yes?

Nothing, sir.

Orders, sir?

Signal to the flagship,

"captain taken in shore action.
report to follow."

Aye, aye, sir.

Styles: Ohh. Chained up
in a bloody store room.

HORNBLOWER: There could be
worse prison cells, Styles.

[splat]

There's no way to break
out of this, captain.

So we'll be prisoners for
the rest of the war.

cheer up,
Mr. Orrock.

If the admiral prevails,

it will be a very short war.

MAN: le commandant.

HORNBLOWER: Wolfe.

Eat, captain.

My cook is a french chef,

not an english jailbird.

He can prepare a meal

without setting fire
to the galley.

You set that fire on the ship.

I did all I could as
a humble coxswain.

I do not eat with traitors.

I'm no traitor.

You fight for Bonaparte.

I fight for Ireland.

Bonaparte is merely
a means to an end.

He's a tyrant, man.

Why does an irishman
put his faith in him?

To save Ireland
from worse tyrants.

You english have been lording it
over us for long enough.

You'll hang, man.

Bonaparte has used
irish rebels in the past,

and every time, he has failed,

and every time, they have died
on the gallows.

I won't hang, Hornblower.

But you will.

Sneaking ashore dressed
as a fisherman

in search of military secrets.

Now, i believe they
call that spying.

Then you are as guilty as me.

You passed word to The Loire

about our rendezvous.

How could i?

I was on board The Hotspur
the whole time.

So your task was to delay us

long enough for The Loire
to intervene.

Well done, captain.

So there must be someone more
handily placed within the fleet.

I bet you'd love
to know who he is.

If I'm to hang, it'd cost you
nothing to tell me.

It would be a cruel fate indeed

to go to the gallows

tormented by the fact

that you have no idea
who betrayed you.

Guard.

Enjoy your meal, Wolfe.

Once Admiral Pellew is done,

you won't be dining
on Breton lobster.

when we're done,

Breton lobster will be dining
on Admiral Pellew.

BUSH: Sir, i could send a party
ashore to look for him.

No, Mr. Bush.

Hornblower may have destroyed
their communications,

but Captain Hammond still has to
cripple their defenses

by taking the battery,

and nothing must interfere
with his mission.

But, sir, it need only be
a small party.

We could even create
a diversion.

Sir, i owe it to him.

We owe it to him.

Damn it, Bush, do you think
I don't know that?

Do you think I wouldn't--

Hornblower may be lost,
but the war goes on.

You will take command
of The Hotspur

and stand by ready
to support the action.

Aye, aye, sir.

Come on, man.

We mustn't allow our judgment

to be clouded by sentiment

and wishful thinking.

Will that be all, sir?

Sentiment and wishful thinking.

No use at all.

I should have spotted Wolfe
for what he was.

He took me for a fool.

The closer the enemy is,
the harder he is to see.

I carried that traitor
aboard my ship,

and i had you flogged
for his crime.

That's all right, sir.

It's Wolfe who'll be sorry.

He'll have the skin off his back

if i ever get the chance.

HORNBLOWER: And Wolfe is not
our only concern.

Hammond's attempt on
the battery will fail,

and the fleet will sail right
under its guns.

How do you know?

Because Wolfe has
a contact in the fleet,

a well-placed officer,

who will have betrayed
every detail

of this attack
to the french.

and you still
suspect me.

So when will I
earn your trust,

when they hang me?

Sir.

Stay close by me.

All ready to go ashore, Mr. bush.

Stand the men down, Matthews.

The admiral has other plans for us.

But, sir, we could be there and back

before he even knew about it.

Are you suggesting mutiny, man?

No, sir.
I just wish--

So do i, Matthews.

Mr. Prowse will
support the action.

Stand by to go in
with the squadron.

Aye, aye, sir.

HAMMOND: Marines
will fix bayonets.

Fix bayonets.

Advance arms.

[creaking]

You will never move it.

You haven't served
in his majesty's navy.

You'll be surprised
what's possible.

Orrock, Styles.

Sir?
Sir.

Time to weigh anchor.

Captain of marines, carry on.

CAPTAIN OF MARINES:
Right wheel, quick, march.

To the battery, men.

By the left...
quick march.

Left wheel.

All ready, are we, sir?

Nowhere to run to now.

A word if you please, Mr. Matthews.

I'll have you know, Matthews,

I don't much care for your tone.

Well, sir, I must say,
I don't give

a tinker's cuss
what you care for.

Captain Hornblower never ordered
you to clear that jetty.

You weren't there.

He would never have
given up that easy,

though you might.

You don't know
what happened.

I know he gave you
a chance to prove yourself.

He's done that
for many a man,

for me, for Styles,

and nobody's ever
let him down till now.

if that's all
you have to say, sir,

I've got work to do.

stop there, Captain Hammond.

Halt!

Halt!

Surrender your sword

and tell your men to
lay down their weapons,

or would you see them
all slaughtered?

Are you ready, gentlemen?

2, 6.

[rocket whistles]

Ugh!

[rocket whistles]

Damn it!

2, 6, heave!

[wood creaking and cracking]

Aah!
Unh!

Shh! Quiet now.
Quiet.

Right. A volunteer to be
first down the privy.

Styles?

[rocket whistles]

I love fireworks.
don't you, captain?

When the english fleets sail
under the battery,

you'll see plenty more.

Signal to squadron,

"All ships form line
astern to flagship

with standards abreast."

Handsomely there.
We don't want to drop him.

Gonna smell like tea

And have a nice,
soft landing, sir.

Sir.

Ooh!

[coughs]

There's a tunnel, sir.

Where does it lead?

To the outside, sir.

Where outside?
I don't know, sir.

Well, go and have a look, man.

Right. Take my weight.

I don't much like this, sir.

Relax, Matthews.

Captain Hammond
has seen to the guns.

Let's hope we can count on
your uncle, sir.

Signal all ships to engage
the enemy, damn it!

[cannons firing]

Well?

We're on the outside
by the shore, sir.

Perfect. I'll get the others.

Fire!

Fire as you bear!

[cannonball whizzes]

The Hotspur, sir,
She'll be matchwood.

Aah!

Mr. Prowse, alter course to port.

If we do, we'll run aground, sir.

If we don't, we'll be
smashed to pieces.

Alter course.

We'll run in under the guns

and storm ashore in the boats.

Aye, aye, sir.

Hard aport!

Sir, I--

I'd like to come with you, sir.

They'll never do it.

Not unless we help them.

Mr. Orrock, what do you have there?

A handy billy, sir.

Good man.
Come on.

You intend to attack the battery

with nothing more than
a block and tackle?

well, rather that
than stand idly by

while the fleet
is destroyed.

Come on!

Mr. Orrock.

Mr. Orrock.

[man shouting in french]

On my signal.

2, 6, heave!

Unh!

Aah!

Come on, men.
It's now or never!

On my signal!
2, 6, heave!

Huh?

Aah!
Unh!

[man speaks french]

Aah! Aah!

Hey!

Aah!

Unh!

[man shouts in french]

Aah!

Unh!

HORNBLOWER: We'll have to put
those guns out of action.

Swing the cannon
round this way.

Load it with
grapeshot in case.

[screaming]

That'll learn them.

Sir, we should
spike the guns.

We need a more permanent arrangement,
Major Cotard.

To me!

Steady as she goes.

[men coughing and groaning]

PELLEW: They've stopped, by god.

Signal all ships to withdraw.

Flagship signaling, sir.

All ships then withdraw, sir.

Are you sure?

Yes, sir.

Better check it.
Look it up in the book.

Aye, aye, sir,

But i am sure, sir.

He is right, sir.

Yes. I know he's right,
but by the time

He's looked it up in the book--
Ahh.

a la batterie!
a la batterie!

oui?

ahem.

[speaking french]

[gunshot]

I do not always miss, captain.

I'm glad to see it, major.

Get back!
Clear the battery!

You go on, sir.
I'll do--

Oh. Shut up, Styles!

WOLFE: Hornblower!

Give me your musket and run!

Hornblower!

My god!

Belay the last order.

Signal the squadron,
"engage the enemy."

You all right, sir?

I'm a bit singed,
Styles.

Oh, no, sir.
You're done to a turn.

Trust me.
I'm a cook.

Merde!

Evacuent! Evacuent!

[bugle playing]

Take my arm, sir.

COTARD: Thought you must
be dead, captain.

Not yet, major.

Styles: Quickly, sir.

Good luck don't last forever.

Aah!

Damn!

Aah!

I should have
stretched your neck

when i had the chance.

I shall surrender

if you vouch my men
shall not be harmed.

no bargains, Hornblower.

Captain Hammond.

so much for his
dazzling insight.

you thought your enemy within
would be a frenchman.

I thought you, sir,

had sworn an oath
to serve your king.

He's no king of mine, sir.

I serve Ireland and her people.

Yet all these years, you've played

the loyal british officer.

What better way
to serve my country?

I knew my opportunity
would come,

and you, Hornblower,

very nearly ruined it.

Commandant Wolfe.

Sir!

These men were escaping from custody.

Deal with them.

[shouts in french]

Orrock here is irish.

For god's sakes, man,
you gonna shoot him, too?

All these others--

Thank you, sir, but i'll
stay with you.

That goes for me, too, sir.

Aye!
Aye!

And i will stay
with my comrades, also.

You are, all of you,
damned sheep,

and like damned sheep,
you will be slaughtered.

[shouts in french]

[screaming]

BUSH:
Hotspurs, with me!

[yelling and moaning]

Charge!

Ohh!

Well, you bastard,
I owe you one!

Aah! Aah!

Don't want to kill you, young lad.

Then fight me, sir!

[screaming]

Aah!

For france, sir.

Unh!

Aah!

Good man, Jack.

[gunshot]

Come on, you damn bugger.

You'll get yourself killed!

Aye?

Aah!

You devil!

Enough, Hornblower, enough.

[cannons firing]

MAN: See to the wounded.

We've done our bit.

Now it's up to Admiral Pellew
and the fleet.

Oh, god.

No.

Oh, Jack, lad.

Oh, my god.
What have i done?

Why--

[cough]

Why was I so frightened?

I wanted you to be taken
with Hornblower.

I wanted you
off The Hotspur.

Uncle? uncle,
is that you?

I didn't disgrace the
family name, did i?

They would have been
proud of you, Jack.

Ohh!

Stop, sir.

Stop where you stand, sir.

Captain Hammond!

Don't make me
shoot you, sir!

I will not hesitate, sir!

[click]

You say in your report that
Captain Hammond blamed himself

for the failure of his
assault on the battery.

Yes, sir.

And despite your entreaties,

he insisted on dying with honor.

Yes, sir.

You do know I've spoken

with Major Cotard?

I imagined you would have, sir.

There was a time, Hornblower,

when you would have
needed some convincing

about the merits of any
economy with the truth.

Yes, sir,

but these are uncertain times
in Ireland,

and more than a quarter of
the men in the fleet are irish.

Hmm, and the truth
about Hammond

Could spread disaffection.

Yes, sir,

which would only serve
Bonaparte's cause.

Bonaparte has nothing
to offer Ireland

but misery and bloodshed.

Ha! that's why England has
a right to demand irish loyalty.

Yes, sir, although--
Huh?

It is perhaps better
to earn loyalty

than to demand it.

When i was a child,
I spake as a child,

I understood as a child,
I thought as a child;

but when i became a man,
I put away childish things.

Sir?

Well, you know, Hornblower...

it's very hard for a father
to see his children grow up.

I'm not sure i
understand you, sir.

I dare say, you will.

Mr. Hornblower, sir.

I saw The Hotspur,
sir, in the harbor.

I hoped it might
signal your return.

It must be good for you
to be home again.

It is.
Thank you, sir,

and also good
to see you.

Come in.

You, uh, have enough
for the rent?

Oh, um, I hope to get a position
as a governess.

I can't be a burden
on your charity.

You're no burden,
I assure you.

No, Mr. Hornblower,
I can't.

Maria, you are in greater need
than I.

I have no
living relatives,

and you're the closest thing
I have to--

to a family.

Yes, but I'm not
your family.

Maria.

There's a word for a woman

who accepts money from a man.

Yes, and that word is friend.

I treasure your friendship,

but I cannot keep both your money
and my reputation.

My apologies.
Of course.

I should have--

No. I didn't mean
for you to leave, sir.

I can see that I have
imposed upon you, Maria.

I've been thoughtless.

No. That's not what I meant, sir.

You're not dead then, sir?

It would appear not, madam.

She wept when you were gone, sir,

My Maria.

I'd hate to think
how much she'd weep

had you not returned.

She wept?

She wept for you, sir,

and why she bothered,
i don't know.

Maria, please don't cry.

If i were your family,
would you let me help you?

I don't know what you mean, sir.

What i mean is, uh...

if I were to ask,
Maria, would you--

Would I?

Would you marry me?

Say yes.

Oh, Horatio!