What bloodshed?
Randall and the other deserters. sir.
We believed they were Spanish.
But we have no quarrel with you.
Recall the rest of your men,
and no harm will come to these two.
- Mr Buckland.
- One moment.
Gardez l'homme! Vite!
Bring them on.
(Laughs) Still at it, sir?
Styles.
That's the last warning. From now on,
if you breathe out of turn
I'll have your neck. Agreed?
Release my men at once!
I said release...my...men.
Front rank, present.
- Do we fire, sir?
- Fire?
(Gunfire)
What bloody fool?
No. I said no!
Cease fire!
I gave no order!
Cessez! Cessez!
Oh, God.
Sir.
Renowns, charge!
(Cheering)
You will regret this.
- Front rank, load!
- I swear to you, sir, you will regret this!
The men saw me undecided,
and they acted without me.
Now I've sent the Spanish fort
a note by pigeon post.
We cannot be sure.
Oh, yes. I think we can.
If we'd gone to Kingston, as I wished...
We've lost enough time.
We head back to the mouth of the bay.
- Sir?
- The bay, Dr Clive.
To take off what survivors there may be.
(Cheering)
Marines, form line. Engage the parapet.
Renowns, with me!
Go on, sir!
Present! Fire!
Back! Back! Back!
(Confused shouting)
Up against the wall!
Keep it tight!
-Archie. Up there. Your friend
from the tower.
-What?
Look!
- What's he doing up there?
- Exactly. Matthews, come with me.
Aye aye, sir.
Hornblower! Where the hell are you going?
Marines, to me!
We must find Hobbs and that gunpowder.
Quickly now!
The only way out is up, sir.
Anything that's not brush.
Mortar, a pipe, anything.
Horatio, what the hell are we doing here?
- The officer.
- What, from the tower?
How did he get across to the fort?
Plain daylight. Heavy crossfire.
He came by his own route. He came...
Sir? Over here, sir.
(All shout)
Hola, mi amigo.
I'll make you smile, you bastard!
Argh!
What is this, sir?
This, Matthews, is our back door.
It's not a very big one, sir.
What?
- Everything all right, Mr Wellard?
- Fine.
What do you see, Mr Wellard?
Nothing yet.
It looks clear.
Now, let him down.
- Easy, easy.
(Gunshot)
Arrrgh!
All right, Mr Wellard?
Nothing broken, sir.
HORNBLOWER: What do you see?
- Mr Wellard?
- Oh, no...
What do you see, Mr Wellard?
They're coming, sir.
Mr Wellard.
Fire! You must fire!
Run, boy. Run!
(Shouting in Spanish)
(All shout)
(Shouting)
Right face! Right face!
Damn Hornblower!
Mr Wellard!
Wellard!
Sir.
Come on, men!
The leff side!
The leff side!
Atencion!
Son los ingleses! En las galerias!
Las galerias!
- It's hopeless, sir.
- I'll say when it's hopeless, Styles.
Apunta.
Fuego!
- What now?
- Full toss, Mr Hobbs.
Aye aye, sir.
(Shouting in Spanish)
You must surrender.
If you live to see Mr Hornblower,
tell him...
Nothing.
Come on, men!
You must surrender.
Tell him he'll hang from the yardarm.
(Screaming)
Glad to see you're safe, Mr Bush.
Renowns! To me!
- Come on, men!
(All cheer)
Over there!
Will you surrender?
Any sign of the Renown?
I don 't believe it. They're escaping.
- Who?
- The Spanish ships, that's who.
Marines! Present!
Now will you surrender?
Sir.
BOTH: Sir!
Still no sign of the Renown. Damn!
If those ships make it out to sea
we might as well not have bothered
with the fort.
Hot shot, sir. Nothing like it.
Haul away!
May l, sir?
By all means.
Run her out.
Fire!
Mr Kennedy?
20 yards short. The sea boils, Mr Bush.
We want burning ships, not a boiling sea!
Sir.
This shot won 't go in. It's too big.
And I don 't like the look of this, sir.
Stop! Leave the gun!
- She's going to blow!
- Leave the gun! Run! Run!
(Groaning)
I know what happens when metal overheats.
My uncle was a blacksmith.
I believe they call it the coefficient
of expansion.
I call it bloody dangerous.
I'm glad you find some amusement
in the situation-
because of my...elementary mistake.
Come, gentlemen. No time for soul-searching.
The furnace awaits.
Haul away! Coming up.
Belay!
Well