up.
Send her up, Burkitt. Pull!
CHRISTIAN:
Mr. Byam, pull up their strokes!
Pull! Pull!
- Mr. Hayward, speed up!
- Mr. Byam, use your rope's end!
CHRISTIAN: Come on, lads, pull!
- Come on, pick them up.
CHRISTIAN:
Pull!
We're almost in!
Put your weight in it!
Good lad, Muspratt. Pull, lads!
We're in!
- We're in!
CHRISTIAN: Well done, there!
Shall I call the boats in, sir?
They've done their job.
What do you expect me to do,
knight them? Hoist the boats.
- Aye, sir.
- Good, lads! Good, lads!
Well, we are out of
the doldrums at last, sir.
I told you to spread-eagle that liar.
Why hasn't it been done?
Very good, sir.
Come along, McCoy.
[GROANING]
There's nothing more
powerful than brandy.
I threw a brandy bottle overboard once,
empty one, off the coast of Madagascar.
Three years later, I picked it up
in a river in Portugal.
It had gone back
to its home vineyard for more.
You would've made
an excellent historian.
You have a profound contempt for facts.
BACCHUS: I don't despise facts, sir,
I'm indifferent to them.
[BELL RINGING]
Water. Water.
Cheese, Mr. Christian?
No, thank you, sir.
- Mr. Byam?
- No, thank you, sir.
- Mr. Fryer?
- No, thank you, sir.
Perhaps the surgeon
wants cheese.
No, thank you, sir.
It's bad for my innards.
To the best of my recollection,
Mr. Christian, you're partial to cheese.
Not tonight, sir.
Burn me. I believe
you're with the men.
If you'll allow me,
I think you've been unjust.
- Unjust?
BACCHUS: A bit of cheese, more or less.
Unjust? In other words,
you say I'm the man who lied.
CHRISTIAN: I didn't say that, sir.
- You implied it.
I've no doubt that Maggs disposed of
the cheeses without your knowledge...
...but I can't understand your treatment
of the man who obeyed orders.
Maggs is my clerk. It's not
for my men to question his orders.
Nor for you to question mine!
I want your apology.
I have nothing more to say, sir.
Then you can dine elsewhere
on what you can get!
- Mr. Bligh.
- Byam.
Gentlemen.
Come, he implied it,
didn't he, Mr. Byam?
Well, I can also dispense
with your company!
Thank you, sir.
So you're all against me,
officers and men.
Won't eat cheese, eh?
Before I'm done with you,
I'll make you eat grass!
I'm so hungry, if my mother
would reach out to pet me...
...I'd have a bit of her hand.
There's fish there, all right,
but they're making jokes about the bait.
You see...
If I could prove what I suspect, l...
No, I wouldn't.
I'm so weak, I'm peaceful.
Muspratt, Burkitt,
look here, supper.
What?
Why...
Why, Mr. Christian, sir.
Take a look at this, sir.
Supper for six men.
Four pounds, they calls it.
If that weighs more than 2,
I'll eat the cat-o'-nine-tails.
- It ain't pig. It's horse meat.
- We pulled our hearts out for this breeze.
- And what do we get? We starve.
- Well, little meat, no distemper.
Keep the wind in the sails
and out of your stomach.
If it's any comfort,
the officers are in the same boat.
Not Captain Bligh.
He's getting fat, the dirty, thieving...
Burkitt!
Any more of that,
and I'll clap you in irons.
Yes, sir.
Buckoes. Buckoes.
Here's your supper.
- Thompson, get your hook and line.
- Right.
See him? He's a big one, eh?
- Here you are, Burkitt.
- Right.
Well, we've got to have bait.
Sharks ain't seamen. They expect to eat.
We've got to have bait.
- You want to risk this for a meal?
- Aye.
- I'm willing.
- Yeah.
If the hook don't kill him, that pork will.
Let it go.
There he goes. There he goes.
- Got him.
- On deck with him.
- Easy, now. Easy, now. Easy, now.
- Hold him.
You first, Burkitt. Choose for your mess.
- Thanks, mates.
- Yeah, fine catch you've got there.
You know I must have a slice, eh?
- Shark eat shark?
- You forget yourself.
You give me a slice, a nice, large one,
and I'll say nothing.
Tell him, you slimy quill-pusher.
Take your slice!
[VIOLIN PLAYS]
[GROANING]
[FOOTSTEPS]
At ease, lads. At ease.
Well,