If we're guilty, we'd go with Christian.
When Christian took my ship,
you remained with him...
...and you'll have to answer for it.
It'll be better to tell me where he's gone!
- We don't know, sir.
- Then you'll lie in the hold...
...until you do know.
Sergeant, take them below!
MORRISON:
By the mark, 12! Rocky bottom!
- To the lee helm.
- Lee helm, sir.
- Steady!
- Steady, sir.
Mark 12!
- Foretop, any sail in sight?
- No sail, sir.
- Banktop!
- No sail, sir.
MORRISON:
By the mark, 12! Reefs ahead!
Mr. Byam, I can't understand why
he keeps us below here in irons.
You and Mr. Stewart, Mclntosh,
Coleman, Byrne and myself...
...we are no mutineers.
Haven't I told him that
time and time again?
His marines surprised me and Muspratt,
sir, or we wouldn't be here, alive.
MORRISON:
Reefs ahead!
BLIGH:
Attention below.
Have you decided to tell me
where Christian sailed for?
MORRISON:
By the mark, 12! Reefs ahead!
Well, I'm waiting!
Well, stay here and rot.
My watch, I believe, Mr. Christian.
Very well, Mr. Young.
[YELLS IN TAHITIAN]
- You heathen slime!
- Enough!
[SPEAKS TAHITIAN]
I'm sorry, sir.
Mr. Christian, sir, when are you
going to make a landfall?
We're fierce sick of this.
It's more than man can stand...
...to be at sea forever in a ghost ship.
I've steered off the track of ships. When
it's safe, I'll put about for the island.
Until then you've got to trust me,
that's all.
Deep 11. Rocky bottom!
I beg you again to give up the search.
The Bounty must be lost. The ship's
dragging barnacles. The seams are open.
Men are working the pumps
day and night.
- We're still afloat, are we not?
- Only by the grace of God in these reefs.
- Ease her off a point.
MAN: Ease her off a point, sir.
I must remind you this is
one of His Majesty's ships.
Mr. Edwards, I intend to bring back
Fletcher Christian.
Unless he's hanging from a yardarm,
not one of His Majesty's ships is safe.
Mutiny and piracy will be rampant
in the fleet.
- But we'll lose the ship.
- Then we'll lose it!
As long as I have a deck under me,
I'll search for that man.
Fourteen!
MAN:
To starboard!
Old Bligh's a seaman.
The rocks are so thick, a fish
couldn't swim between them...
...without rubbing off his scales.
MORRISON: By the mark, 8!
Eight fathom! Let's hope
we're moored before night...
...or the sharks will have us.
MORRISON:
By the mark, 2!
MAN 1:
Breakers ahead.
MAN 2:
Hard alee!
What's happened?
- Hard to port!
- Very good, sir!
Haul out both of them!
Get the doors!
Captain Bligh!
Captain Bligh!
Get us out! We'll drown!
Lift with them and turn around!
Captain Bligh! Let us out of here!
Save your voice, man!
Take charge of the aft boat.
Captain Bligh, get us out of here!
- Get those men out!
- Aye, aye, sir! Come on, men!
[SHOUTING INDISTINCTLY]
Hurry up, soldier!
- The first boat's ready.
- Take them out.
Make for the Australian coast.
Prisoners go with me in the other boat.
- Very good, sir. God be with you.
- God be with you.
Hurry up with you down there.
Thank you. You saved our lives.
Mr. Byam, I wouldn't lose you
for a flagship. Get into the boat!
MAN 1:
How long has this trial been going on?
MAN 2: About a week now.
They should reach a verdict soon.
Oh, there, there, child.
But they won't let me see him.
Why won't they let me see him?
If I could see him to talk to him,
he'd know I trust him.
- He knows that, darling.
- Oh, but it's cruel. Cruel.
They can't hang him!
[GUNFIRE]
MAN 3: There's the signal.
The trial is opened again.
On the 15th day of September, 1792...
...for mutiny on His Majesty's ship,
Bounty.
MAN:
Call Mr. Fryer.
Mr. Fryer.
Do you swear by God
any evidence you give...?
MAN: Besides the leader, did you see any
of the prisoners now before this court...
...in arms?
FRYER: Yes, milord.
MAN: Inform the court.
FRYER: Seaman Burkitt and Seaman
Muspratt were armed with muskets.
Seaman Ellison