Let me die.
No...
Come on.
(gasping, groaning)
Massaredo:
Two of my men are dead.
Three are badly injured.
I want to know who
is responsible.
I am, sir.
You?
I cannot
Believe it.
Nonetheless, sir.
But you gave me
your parole, Mr. Hornblower.
I gave it between
certain hours
of the day, sir.
Beyond that,
as I informed you
it is my duty
at all times
to attempt to escape
and return to my ship.
I do not believe you.
I do not believe
you would lead
such a vicious
and senseless assautt.
You would know
it was doomed to fail.
Give me the instigators,
and I will deal with them.
There are no
other instigators, sir.
Mr. Kennedy is a friend,
is he not, Mr. Hornblower?
He will tell you
I am not afraid to be cruel.
One last time,
who was responsible?
(whispers):
Tell him, Horatio.
It was me, sir.
I am... disappointed.
Your men are confined
to their cells.
And you...
(man shouting
in Spanish)
This is all you, Oldroyd.
You bloody idiot.
Captain told you
not to go for it.
Oh, and how was I
to know, eh?
Course you bloody knew.
Following
a sawdust-for-brains
bastard like Hunter
what do you expect?
Mr. Hornblower would've
got us out of here.
He would.
He'd have walked us
down to the harbor,
nice and easy.
Found a nice little boat.
Sailed us all the way
back home, no problem.
Now look where
you've got him.
(loud groan, gasping)
How is he?
I don't know.
It depends how long
they keep him in there.
It sent me nearly mad
and I could not walk
for a month after.
There.
(shouts)
(crying)
(rat squeaking)
You must eat.
Eat.
Stay strong.
He'll need you.
Come on.
(water falling)
(man talking in Spanish,
metal clanging)
(man speaking Spanish)
(groaning)
Matthews!
Styles!
Over here, quick!
What?
Matthews:
Ah, thank the Lord for that.
Do I have your parole,
Mr. Hornblower?
(strained voice):
You do, sir.
Then your privileges
are returned to you.
(man speaking Spanish)
Horatio.
Are you all right?
Yes, Archie.
Apart from feeling
that I've been bent in two.
How is your leg, Mr. Hunter?
It's well, sir.
Well, thank you.
Good.
Good.
(moaning)
Oh, dear.
(cannon fire)
What ships are they, sir?
Ah.
I know our ship, senor.
Yours.
You must tell me.
It's the Indie.
It's the Indefatigable, sir.
It's my old ship.
Ah.
Your ship has chased ours
far inshore.
But she's not catching her,
I think.
No, sir.
But your is carrying
too much sail.
She must tack soon.
The Indie will have her then.
The Almeria's a good sailer,
senor.
She will be hard
To catch.
The Almeria, sir?
Don't worry.
She has had time to sail
to Oporto and back.
She will have landed
her cargo.
She must tack now.
The topsail's gone.
She is lost.
Look, senor.
Oh, my god.
Will she
Clear the reef?
Not with her topsails gone.
The devil's teeth will have her.
We must launch boats,
try to save them.
In this sea?
The fishermen,
surely they would go?
That would be folly.
I know this beach, senor.
Many have died
in calmer seas than this.
Sir, I beg you.
Give me two carts
some timber and some rope
and as many people
as you can muster.
And, sir, I will need
my own men.
Of course.
This provides you with the perfect
opportunity for escape.
Sir, those men
out there are dying.
The water is bitter cold.
The strength is ebbing
from their limbs
but we can save them.
They are your enemies.
The sea does not
take sides, sir.
I give you my word.
And that of your men?
You have my word, sir.
Go.
God speed you.
(men shouting)
We need barrels.
Small ones, like this.
Lash them under the thwarts
for buoyancy.
Hurry!
You will need a sail,
food and water.
You may have to stay at sea
until the wind changes direction.
Yes, you are right.
Thank you, sir.
Mr. Hornblower, sir.
All is ready.