Poor Captain Keene. I was standing
with him when he was hit.
Tore his insides out and…
Yes, all right, Mr. Simpson, please,
do not distress yourself
even further.
Mr. Bowles, the chart if you please.
The mouth of the Gironde,
the Papillon lies just here,
between the shore batteries
of St. Dye and Blaye.
You gentlemen, will go in with
the boats and cut her out.
Lt. Eccleston will be in general
command. Mr. Eccleston…
As you have seen at first hand,
she is a ship of war,
well-armed and fully crewed.
But, we will be attacking her
at night, taking her by surprise…
Kennedy, you'll acquaint Snotty
here with the way of things.
Mr. Chadd will command the gig,
Mr. Kennedy and Mr. Hornblower,
the jollyboat.
-Mr. Bowles…
-High water tomorrow is at 4:50.
Dawn is at 5:30.
-The attack will…
-So,what's your dirty little secret?
Is it that your mother earns
her living on her back?
Mr. Kennedy, Mr. Hornblower,
board as you see fit, and at once
ascend the main rigging.
You will ensure that the main
topsail is loosed
and sheeted home, on receipt
of further orders.
I myself,or Mr. Bowles, in the event
I'm killed or wounded…
Hornblower! I'm not finished
with you yet, boy.
I'm going to flay you alive!
Kennedy, I said 'Wake Hornblower,
not the whole darn ship.ґ
You mean the coward has wet himself,
has wet himself.
So much for the theory.
Any questions, gentlemen?
Sir, I would like to volunteer
to go in with the boats.
If you think you're up to it,
Mr. Simpson.
-Lt. Eccleston?
-We will be glad to have you,
Mr. Simpson.
You will go in with Mr. Hornblower
and Mr. Kennedy.
Hello, Archie.
It's been a long time.
Jack's missed you, boy.
We were just catching up on
old times, Mr. Hornblower.
These are new times, Mr. Simpson.
-You have no hold over us here.
-No.
No, I see that.
Time we were away, Archie.
Nervous?
Archie?
Boat crews away.
Mind what you're doing, sir!
Mind what you're doing!
-What's going on?
-It's Mr. Kennedy, sir.
He's having a fit!
Mr. Hornblower, can't you keep
your boat quiet!
Shut up.
Archie, for mercy, shut up!
-Do something!
-Sir!
I know, I know.
Mr. Hornblower!
Mr. Hornblower, get your men
aloft quickly now.
Loose the mail topsail.
Styles, Matthews, lay aloft.
Come on men!
-Follow me boys!
-Stevens, wait!
There are no foot ropes.
What'll we do, sir? What'll we do?
Mr. Eccleston, the fos'cle is
secured, sir.
Thank-you, Mr. Chadd.
Darn it, why does he delay?
If Hornblower doesn't loose
the sails, the attack will fail.
Styles, Matthews, starboard yard.
Finch, Oldroyd, follow me.
-Drat! Drat! Drat!
-God Blood
Quickly, now, quickly!
Well done!
Archie?
Mr. Chadd's complements, sir,
the ship is ours.
Christ. My compliments
to Mr. Hornblower.
I'm afraid Mr. Hornblower
is dead, sir.
I saw him fall from the yard myself.
Ahoy there, Papillon!
Help! Help!
Papillon!.
No sign of the Papillon?
They must
have cut her out by now.
Sail to windward!
My goodness, French corvettes!
It's not too deep. Head wounds
always bleed terrible bad, sir.
I expect it hurts like the devil,
but you'll mend, praise the Lord.
What about Mr. Kennedy?
He was still in the boat.
She came adrift when we
went about, sir.
That's what Mr. Simpson said.
I swear, you were born
to hang, Mr. Hornblower.
It's a good thing these Frenchmen
are such a poor shot.
French be cursed, I was
shot by Mr. Simpson.
It is a serious accusation,
Mr. Hornblower, and one I trust
you would not make without
the evidence to support it.
I have the evidence of
my own eyes, sir.
This is hardly the time or the place
to do anything about it.
Get back to your division,
Mr. Hornblower.
I will address the matter when
we get back to the Indefatigable
-Mr. Chadd?
-It's Mr. Hornblower, sir. Surgeon!
Surgeon!
Where is Mr. Chadd?
I regret that Lt. Chadd
is dead, sir.
The ship is yours, Mr. Hornblower.
Take command.
Get us back to the Indy...safe.
I'm senior