Thank you, Mr. Kennedy.
No, Mr. Hunter.
Yes.
Let me come.
Please.
Right, lads,
put your backs into it.
Now row!
Row your hearts out, row!
(men shouting)
How many?
Only five.
Now four.
Row, you bastards, row!
Heave!
Heave!
Hold her here, men.
Oldroyd, Styles!
Bail for your lives!
All of you, jump.
We'll pick you up.
(gasping)
All of you, jump.
No, wait!
Now!
I'm all right.
The captain's leg is broken.
Can't you go closer?
No, we would all be lost.
He's jumping, sir!
Can't you help him?
Oldroyd, throw him a rope!
Hunter, no!
(men shouting)
Hold on!
Help, lads!
We got him, sir.
Mr. Hunter.
Give me your hand, man.
Look out!
Mr. Hunter.
Mr. Hunter!
Where are you?
Where are you, Mr. Hunter?
Matthews:
It's no good, sir.
He's gone.
Oh, God!
Matthews:
Sir, we must get back
To the shore.
We'll never make it.
We'll have to stay at sea
and ride this out.
I thought it was you.
As soon as I saw
this little boat
I thought,
that's my Mr. H.
I thought you were safe
at Oporto.
We came nowhere
near Oporto.
The captain insisted
on running
every time he saw
an English sail.
Ma'am, will you allow me
to ask you a question?
I believe I can guess.
I have guarded your dispatches,
safe and sound.
Thank you, ma'am.
Sir.
A sail, sir!
Heading which way?
She's hove to, sir!
Wake up, everybody!
Everybody, wake up!
Wake up, men!
And row.
Row, you beauties!
Sir.
It's the bloody Indie!
(cheering, laughing)
Ahoy! Ahoy!
It's Hornblower.
He's escaped.
Hornblower's escaped!
Mr. Hornblower, sir.
This is a most unexpected
pleasure.
As it is for us, sir.
Your Grace!
(sighs)
Uh... take her below.
Call the surgeon.
Get her out of those...
Uh, Mr. Hornblower, you,
your men and your... friends
below with you, too.
Mr. Bowles,
spirits to warm them.
Double ration,
if you please, sir.
Aye aye, sir.
I must go back
at the first opportunity.
I gave Don Massaredo my parole
and I gave it for my men.
You must do
as your honor dictates
but I do not believe
in this regard
you can speak for your men.
Well, sir, I prom...
No, they must decide
for themselves.
And I will not think
any less of them
If they are not so punctilious in
matters of honor.
(knocking on door)
Ah, I trust Your Grace
is more comfortable.
Oh, I am, Captain Pellew.
But after a night on
Mr. Hornblower's rowboat
I think
I'd sleep easier
on a perch
in a parrot's cage.
(men laugh)
We have orders to make
for England, Your Grace
so God and
a fair wind willing
you should be in London
before the month's end.
Well, in that case
I've got something
to share with you.
Before the dons
took his ship
Mr. Hornblower entrusted
these to my safekeeping.
The admiratty dispatches
you gave me, sir.
You burdened Her Grace
with such matters
Mr. Hornblower?
Her Grace
damn well insisted.
I believe they are important.
Yes, I know
They're important, man.
Gibrattar had me searching
Half the atlantic for them
because you decided
to go missing.
Don't be so hard on him,
Sir Edward.
Your acting
Lieutenant Hornblower
Is an extremely gallant
and resourceful
gentleman.
Pellew:
Is he?
Mm-hmm.
I'm afraid
he is no longer
my acting lieutenant.
As a resutt
of exemplary gallantry
in the fire ship attack
on Gibrattar
an opinion confirmed
by three captains, no less...
captains who
would not
normally agree even
on the color of an orange.
His promotion was confirmed
in the last dispatches.
He is now commissioned
Lieutenant Hornblower.
Thank you, sir.
Well, let's see
what your men
think of you,
eh, Your Grace?
That's the real test
of a gentleman, hmm?
Pellew:
It would seem
that Mr. Hornblower
has been most unkind
to you, men.
He has given his
parole to the dons
that he will return.
More than that
he has given
your parole.
However, his word
does not bind yours.
You are free to remain here
with your