neutral ship
or a neutral port, and then...
Aye, and then?
You will be returned
to England.
No, Your Grace.
They will search your baggage.
I have orders.
You have information
that will be
more useful
to the admiratty
than at the bottom
of the sea.
Give them to me.
If they found
these documents on you
your rank will not
save you from the noose.
I have as much right
to risk my life for my country
as you do.
But how will you hide them?
My skirts, where else?
Who'll dare search there, eh?
(quick rap on door)
Who is it?
Styles, sir.
Come in.
Dagoes are coming
below, sir.
(men talking in Spanish)
Man:
Adelante, adelante.
It's all right, Mr. H.
Lieutenant
Diego Romero
at your service.
Do I have
your surrender?
Acting Lieutenant
Horatio Hornblower
Of his Britannic Majesty's
frigate, Indefatigable
At your service, sir.
Well, Mr. Hornblower.
Your ruse almost succeeded.
Unfortunately for you
there was an officer
on the San Ysidro
who knew Le Reve
and the manner
of her capture.
You play the rules of war
very loose, sir.
I play to win, sir.
But here
you are.
Who is this lady, sir?
Her Grace, the Duchess
of Wharfedale.
Muy encantada de conocerle,
teniente...?
Romero.
Romero!
Encantado.
I never knew
she spoke Spanish, sir.
Romero:
We will take La Reve,
Mr. Hornblower.
I'm sure my captain
will be delighted
to entertain La Duquesa.
However, you and your men
will be put ashore.
I am sure we will be able
to find you a prison
to keep you safe
for the rest of the war.
Don't bet on it, mate.
(shouts)
(gulls cawing)
(officer shouts order
in Spanish)
(booing, jeering, whistling)
(yelling insults)
Maricones!
(whistling, booing continue)
Piratas!
Mr. Hunter!
Boy:
Piratas ingleses!
(man shouts orders in Spanish)
Man:
Vamos!
(door creaks)
(keys jangle)
(locks door)
(yelps)
(whimpering)
My god! Kennedy?
No. No. Go away.
Go away!
We must get out of here.
Or we'll end up like him.
We will get out
of here, Mr. Hunter.
And we'll take him with us.
How? He's lost the use of his
mind and of his legs.
God knows how he ended up
here, in this state
But he was a midshipman
on the Indie
Just like you and I,
Mr. Hunter.
He was captured
in action.
Are you saying we should leave
one of our own behind?
No.
But it will make
our escape much harder.
And success that
much more satisfying.
(groans)
(whispers):
Archie, I need your help.
We all need your help.
We're going to work out
how to escape.
And we need to know
how many guards there are.
Kennedy:
You'll never escape.
I'd rather try
than not.
Five times I tried.
Got further away
from England every time.
I should have saved myself
the grief.
But didn't you feel
better for trying?
No.
Because the last time I tried
they locked me up in a hole
in the earth for a month
With no room to stand up
or lie down.
Now leave me alone.
Hunter:
He's given up.
He wants to die.
No use thinking of him.
I will not leave one
of my men behind.
He's not one
of your men, is he?
And if he slows
the rest of us down
then what's the point?
Mr. Kennedy is one
of the Indefatigable's
midshipmen, Mr. Hunter.
What I heard was...
He had a fit, Mr. Kennedy
during a night attack
and you had to knock
him down in order to
stop him getting
the rest of you killed.
What sort of a midship man
is that?
You were not there.
You do not comprehend
the circumstances.
We do not leave without him.
Aye.
Aye aye, sir.
(birds singing)
Anyway, before we concern
ourselves with Mr. Kennedy
We must first consider
how we get out of here.
How do you read our situation,
Mr. Hunter?
What do you mean, sir?
How many guards are there?
That's clear enough.
What