There's no army here,just a handful
of Frogs making idle sport.
I'm convinced the army's massed
to the north, my lord.
We're facing the wrong way.
Did you speak to the colonel of this?
-The colonel?
The village… it's just butchery.
I see. In that case,I suggest we look
to ourselves for command.
I think we have no choice, my lord.
Come on men!
Pull!
Pull!   Pull!
Pull!
There.
This expedition becomes more
ill fated-
by the moment, Mr. Hornblower.
Quickly now, bring those in.
I don't reckon they'll be
back in a hurry.
Better off without them.
My lord, it seems the emigrees
have had enough.
They may lack discipline,Mr.Kennedy
but those men are no cowards
-They are going to defend the village
-Will it hold, my lord?
It might… for a while.
Mr.Hornblower is there now,
organizing their defenses. But, as-
the commanding officer here,
I think there is-
little more we can
do for these people.
-You wish to retreat?
-I do…
though it gives me no pleasure to
say it. We will take up-
a defensive position on the other
side of the river.
If your men would make ready
to blow the bridge.
At once, my lord.
What of Mr. Hornblower, my lord?
We will give him as long as we can.
Let us hope he does not abandon
his customary caution.
Bring it in!
Quickly, now!
Colonel!   Colonel!
-What?
-The enemy is massing on the edge
of town.
Your men, they need you, sir.
Very well.
Do we take the cannons, sir?
No it would take too long.
We spike them and then fall back.
Mr. Kennedy, sir, what do we do
if the Frogs get to the bridge?
You heard the major, we blow it up.
-Right, sir; then what?
-Then Styles,we withdraw to the beach
and...we hope for the best.
Fire!
We've spiked the guns, sir, and
we've blown the trunnions off-
-for good measure.
-Well done, Matthews.
-Mr. Kennedy!  Is the powder primed?
-It is, sir.
Then lay the fuse, if you will.
Aye, aye, sir.
Lay the fuse.
-Colonel, we must withdraw.
-We need more men.
-Send for Major Edrington's troops.
-Colonel, our cause is lost
-You must withdraw.
-I know you do not like me-
Mr. Hornblower, but this is
my country.
Your fight may be over but mine
cannot be so quickly abandoned.
I have left here once already.
I will not leave again.
Pull!   Pull!
Come on men, pull, pull together.
Captain Pellew, sir,
we have a wind!
Lay on your oars!
Recall the boats, Mr. Bracegirdle!
Pray God it's not too late.
-All set, Matthews?
-Aye, aye, sir.
I believe we are of the
same mind, Mr. Kennedy.
Perhaps we might give it a few
moments more, my lord.
I daresay Mr. Hornblower
will surprise us yet.
Aye, sir.
If he is alive.
You can climb down, no one
will see you.
Do you suppose for one minute
I would leave this place-
-without you?
-Hurry!
Come with me.
-C'est la folie.
-I won't leave without you.
All right, go on.
Come on!
Jump!
-Mon pied!
-Are you all right?
-Ca va.
-Come on! Let me help you.
One, two, three.
Sir, we've not got much time left.
Let me do that, sir.
Make ready.
Present!
Hold your fire!
Give covering fire.
Fire!
Mr. Kennedy!
It's no good Horatio, she's gone.
Come on.  Come on.
Well, that should hold them
for a while, at least.
Mr. Kennedy, we will retreat
to the beach and-
-make our stand from there.
-Aye, my lord.
-March the men off, Sargent Major.
-Shoulder arms!
Mr. Kennedy.
Just look after him, will you?
Of course.
Come, Horatio.
You did all you could.
First company, halt!
That's lovely, that is.
Well, take your pick, the devil
or the deep blue sea.
Sargent, form the men up
and colours to the rear.
Very well, sir.
Battalion will form line.
Five sections on the right.
Right way!  March!
I believe our old friends are
upon us.
Ahoy!
One more step and I'll see
you in hell.
Not that Frog.
That Frog is a good Frog.
Mr. Bowles!
I thought to see you gentlemen
in Paris by now.
Front rank, make ready!
Front rank, kneel!
No one fancies a swim then, eh?