waters too.
I should very much like to see
that, Mr. Hether.
So you may,
if we ever get off this stinking
hulk and put to sea again.
You're in my seat.
The head of the table is my place.
Come on, up!
How now, my sweet brother officers?
No cheer for Jack's return?
We took you for a lieutenant
by now, Jack.
-Did you?
-Your commission…?
-Refused.
-Oh, bad luck.
Bad luck indeed.
So, acting lieutenant Simpson is
once again
Mr. Midshipman Simpson.
At your service.
What's this? A new face among
our august company. Mr?…
Hornblower, sir.
Pleased to meet you.
What have you there?
Mutton, sir.
Very fine. Very fine indeed.
A mite salty for my taste.
What do you mean by helping
yourself to my vittles, sir?
I should have thought my intention
was quite obvious.
Kennedy
You'll acquaint young Snotty here
with the way of things
or have you forgotten so soon?
N-n- no. I,
Mr.Simpson may levy a toll upon
our seachests for fresh shirts.
Likewise, our issue of spirits,
and the best cuts
of meat go to him.
-Why?
-He is senior officer in the mess.
We are all midshipmen.
That smacks of republicanism
to my mind, Mr. Hornblower.
Is that what you are?
To my knowledge there is nothing
in King's Regulations…
I pee on your regulations!
There is but one law in this mess
render unto Caesar
And I'll leave it to you to figure
which of us is Caesar
and which is to do the rendering.
He takes your meaning, Jack.
Oh Clayton, you gin-soaked sot.
Strangle a tune from that
fiddle of yours.
Hornblower...
Cut a reel.
Didn't you hear me, sir?
Dance, I said.
Dance! Dance! Dance!
I've seen men caper more lively on
the end of a gibbet.
Mr. Kennedy,
that Mr. Hornblower might learn
who runs this mess,
you'll wake him every half-hour
day and night
until I tell you otherwise.
Kennedy! Archie!
Kennedy! I said wake Hornblower,
not me and the whole darn ship
-He's sick.
-I don't care if he's dying. Keep him
quiet.
Archie!
He's started again. I feared as much.
Clayton! If he's unfit,
you'll take his duties
in respect to waking Hornblower.
-Do you hear?
-As you please, Jack. As you please.
Help me get him back to his bed.
It's all right, Archie,
it's all right. A bad dream.
Sleep now, sleep.
What ails him?
What ails us all?
Sir! Mr. Hornblower!
Mr. Eccleston asks if you can attend
him in the fighting top.
-The fighting top?
-Aye, sir. At once, he said.
Not afraid of heights,
are you, Snotty?
Mind you, mighty long drop.
Help me! Please.
Help me,...please.
Time, gentlemen!
Let's see how you have fared
with the problem
set for you by Mr. Bowles.
Mr. Simpson…We must all rejoice,
the sources of the Nile have been
discovered at last.
Your ship, as far as I can make out
from your illiterate scrawl
is in central Africa.
see what other terrae incogitiae
have been opened up
by the remaining intrepid explorers.
Mr Cleveland, No.
Mr. Hether, No.
Mr. Kennedy, No.
Mr. Hornblower.
You must be proud to be
alone successful
among this crowd of
intellectual giants.
If you double your attainment while
you double your years,
I'm a-feared you'll leave
the rest of us behind.
Well done, Mr. Hornblower.
Mr. Bowles! Be so good
to see that Mr. Simpson
pays even further attention to
his mathematical studies.
Good day, gentlemen!
I've been thinking, gentlemen.
It's time to reconvene the
proceedings of the Inquisition.
Who shall we question? There can
only be one candidate
who else but the captain's favourite
Mr. Hornblower. Cleveland,
Hether table.
-Jack...
-Do it unless you want to take
his place.
Leave me go!
Quiet boy!
You're a bit of a dark horse,
aren't you, Snotty?
Showing us all up in front
of Captain Keene. Turn him over.
Come on!
Now, the purpose of this Inquisition
is for me
to get to know you better.
You see, I know these dogs.
I know what gnaws at their
souls at night
things they'd rather no one knew of.
So, what's your dirty little secret?
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