discovery of
your precious dispatches.
So I sacrificed some
small insignificant things
such as my pride
and my self-respect.
(sighs)
Your Grace... Miss Cobham.
I am sorry.
I spoke hastily.
But had you told me at first...
Would you have given me
a passage?
Would you have entrusted
His Majesty's secrets
to an actress?
Ma'am, please.
I would have been honored
to have you aboard my ship
whether you were the Duchess
of Wharfedale or Kitty Cobham
or any woman seeking refuge.
But the dispatches... no.
And now?
Now that I know you
I would be grateful
if you would keep them for me.
What, you expect me to cart
the damn things around
in my underwear again?
(laughs)
If Your Grace would be so kind.
Thank you, Horatio.
Hunter:
At present there's
only five of us.
Hornblower (whispers):
Mr. Hunter.
Mr. Hunter, Mr. Kennedy is
getting stronger by the day.
He will soon be able to move.
I know that
you have been making plans.
What information do you have
as to the garrison here?
I would have thought you had
the information
Seeing as though you dine
with them every night.
Now I would like
to sleep.
I have bad news
for both of us,
Mr. Hornblower.
The Duchess has left
on a sloop called the Almeria
bound for Portugal.
So both our days are darker
for her absence.
They will be, sir.
However, she left you,
at least, a parting gift.
She fett that you should learn
my language.
So you have here a lexicon,
and this book.
It is the story of a man
who jousts with windmills.
Her grace thought that
you would understand him.
Kennedy:
Something's going on,
Horatio.
Hornblower:
I know.
What are you going to do?
You speak Spanish,
don't you, Archie?
Hmm?
I do a little, yes.
What are you doing,
Mr. Hunter?
Doing?
I'm getting us out of here.
And how are you planning
to do that?
Before I tell you
I must ask you
whether you are
with us or not.
You are dangerous close
to insubordination, sir.
I am only doing my duty, sir
which is to escape
from here
and return to fight
for my country.
Men:
He's right.
Let us say you succeed
in overpowering the guards,
Mr. Hunter
without the loss of too many
of the men.
What then?
Then we take ourselves a boat.
And what if there are more
soldiers to prevent you
from taking yourselves a boat?
Then we'll
fight them.
No, we will go to a part
of the coast
which is less well defended.
North or south?
Makes no difference.
Wherever there are boats.
And who can speak Spanish to
ask where these boats are?
(laughs)
To find food?
Water?
Clothes to disguise the fact
that you are English sailors
escaped from prison
Tith the whole country
in arms against you?
Listen carefully.
We go when I say
and how I say.
And we go together.
Kennedy will slow us down.
Hornblower:
Kennedy speaks Spanish.
(laughs)
He will save our lives.
Now, are we agreed?
Oldroyd?
Yes, sir.
Aye aye, sir.
Hornblower:
What does this mean, Archie?
Digo, paciencia y barajar.
(whispers):
Hunter's up to something.
Are you sure?
He is, now,
over there.
Right.
Consider your options...
Sir.
What is it,
Matthews?
We didn't know, sir.
Didn't know what?
(groaning in agony)
Help us!
The fool.
Por favor.
Help us, quick.
Por favor.
He's sick.
(groaning loudly)
Que paso?
What do we do, sir?
They're our shipmates,
aren't they?
Oldroyd, behind you!
To me, lads!
(screaming)
(shouts in Spanish)
Apuntar armas!
Mr. Hunter...
Not now!
We are outmanned
and outgunned.
It's not worth it.
Afraid, are you?
No! Think of the men.
This is suicide.
I'd rather die of a bullet
than stay in here.
At them, lads!
(screams)
Hold your fire!
Hold your fire, sir!
(Hunter groans)
Descansen armas.
Let me at him.
Let me at him.
(sobs):
Let me die!
Matthews, Styles.
Take him back
to the cell.