chicken.
Thank you, sir.
Venison...
Thick.
Venison thick.
Mutton, medium... beef.
They won't have venison,
will they?
No. Gib's been beleaguered
two years now.
Main dish will probably
be monkey.
Monkey?
Hmm.
Um, rock ape.
And monkey you mince
with a sort of a...
chopping motion.
Monkey, mince.
Chopping motion.
Hmm.
(chuckling softly)
Thank you, Mr. Hunter.
Most helpful.
Ah, yes.
Well, what you could do
is stuff them
with some of the surplus food.
That'll take out
the slack
and, uh, give your
starving friends a treat.
I hear Sir Hew keeps
an uncommon fine table.
Perhaps you would share
your good fortune with us.
Oakum.
Hokum?
Sticking plaster,
pads of oakum.
Excuse me.
(creaking)
May I introduce
acting Lieutenant
Horatio Hornblower
captain of Le Reve.
Good evening,
Mr. Hornblower.
Sir Hew, Lady Dalrymple.
Captain?
What, that puppy?
Are you entrusting me
to a mere babe, Sir Hew?
(chuckles)
Your Grace.
If I may present
Sir Edward Pellew
captain
of the Indefatigable
and acting Lieutenant
Hornblower
Her grace, the Duchess
of Wharfedale.
Look at the lad.
He's like a goose on a green.
Any second now,
he'll be hissing at me.
(hisses)
(laughs)
Er, sorry, Your Grace.
Oh, don't be, Mr. Hornblower.
I expect you're right proud
of yourself
Getting a ship at your age.
Dalrymple:
Gentlemen, my chef is of
a combustible temperament.
Let us not keep him waiting.
Your Grace.
Thank you.
Duchess:
Come along.
(laughing)
Your heatth, my lady.
Your Grace.
At last, Sir Edward.
I was choking.
Mm-hmm.
Oops, I'm forgetting
my manners.
To you, Sir Hew.
And to the lad and me having
a safe voyage home.
(gulping loudly)
(hiccups)
Oh.
I hope your cellar boasts
as good as this,
Mr. Hornblower.
My cellar?
On your ship.
You have to keep
your passengers happy,
don't you?
Passengers, Your Grace?
You have been given
the honor, Mr. Hornblower
of bearing her grace
back to England.
Yes.
Yes, you sail
with one of England's
luckiest captains, Your Grace.
Oh, why?
Because he's got to cart me
back to England?
(laughter)
Yes, that too, yes.
But while England's pride
the great ships of the line
and her frigates
were beating
up and down these coasts
searching for the Spaniards
and finding nothing
but pilchards
Mr. Hornblower here puts into
shore with a couple of men
and takes a French ship,
her captain
and the entire crew...
with the exception of those
he put to the sword, of course.
I had many more than
a couple of men, Your Grace.
(appreciative murmuring)
(whispers):
Look at that.
Dalrymple:
Mr. Hornblower.
You have the chef's masterpiece,
I believe.
Be so good as to carve it.
Ooh, it's suffered enough,
Mr. H.
You don't have to
kill it again.
(laughter)
(bell rings)
He's a lucky dog,
that Hornblower, eh?
He'll be tucking
into the capons,
roast beef, plum duff.
Don't you envy him,
Mr. Hunter?
No, sir.
Beef and biscuits does me fine.
You, uh, sail
with Mr. Hornblower
tomorrow, do you not?
Yes, sir.
It goes without saying
that he can depend on
your wholehearted support.
I am the King's man, sir.
I follow my captain's orders.
Duchess:
Yes, I was stuck
In Florence
when the French marched in,
Sir Edward.
So, I made my way
to Leghorn
bribed a coaster
to bring me here
and then, uh, well,
bullied Sir Hew here
into getting me
a passage home.
I hear the, uh, statuary
in Florence
is very fine, Your Grace.
Somewhat naked,
but very fine indeed.
Oh, statuary, my arse,
Sir Edward.
I were there for my
late husband's business.
Keep those pesky Florentinos
in line.
You see, the Duke
of Wharfedale owned mills
and my father
usd to manage them.
Well, that's how I caught
the Duke's eye.
At least that's
what my friends say.
My enemies say
I caught some'at else.
(laughter)
Your Grace,