presence of the Duchess
atters nothing.
We'll escape when we can.
And if she can be
the means
Of facilitating that escape,
then all to the good.
(sucks teeth)
If you say so...
Sir.
(laughs)
Go on, you little beauty.
(talking softly)
(squeaking)
Come with me.
(metal clanging)
Good afternoon,
gentlemen.
The commandant
has allowed me
to pick some fruit
for you from his orchard.
Your Grace is too kind.
Oh, stuff.
It's the least I can do.
Well, come on, men.
Three cheers for Her Grace.
Hip, hip.
All (weakly):
Hooray.
Hip, hip.
Hooray.
Come on,
Mr. Hornblower.
Sir.
We'll not be bought
with this muck, lads.
It's English beef we want.
And English beer!
(grunting furiously)
And we won't get it
sitting here.
He's a lucky dog, he is, eh?
He's thinking on something,
Mr. Hornblower.
You mark my words.
He's thinking on something,
but it don't concern us.
It's how he can board
Her Ladyship there
that's what he's thinking on.
(thunder rumbling)
No walk for you today,
Horatio?
No.
It must be something
to walk in the sun
with such a lovely woman.
Do you have a sweetheart
in England, Archie?
Archie?
Archie.
Archie...
Archie.
Archie!
Guard, guard!
Hunter, get help!
Why?
Archie.
What's happened to him?
Starvation.
We gave him the same rations
as us.
But he didn't eat them.
Why not?
Why didn't you tell me?
I assumed you knew.
What is this?
He's dying!
Archie, why did you do this?
Duchess:
Mr. Hornblower.
What's happened?
He hasn't been eating.
He starved himself to death.
And I didn't notice.
Because I was too busy
promenading on cliffs
having conversations.
The crown of the earth
doth mett, my Lord.
O, withered is the garland
of the war.
Archie, what are you saying?
Shh. Don't fret yourself.
Nothing left remarkable
beneath the visiting moon.
What was he saying?
He's delirious.
No, no, no,
it wasn't like that.
It, it was from something.
(knocking)
(murmuring, groaning)
No, Simpson!
Archie, shh.
It's all right.
Here.
Drink.
You're going to drink.
You're going to eat.
And you're going to get better.
And then, we're going to get
out of here.
No.
Well, don't you want
to get back?
Hmm?
Stand on the deck of the Indie?
Hear the wind
In the rigging?
And hear how Horatio Hornblower
rescued his shipmate
from prison.
It wouldn't be like that.
It would be just like that.
You'd do the same for me
if I were in your shoes.
But you're not.
And you never would be.
Archie...
I won't survive
if you don't help me.
None of us will.
You don't need me.
You're one of us.
We don't leave unless you do.
You can't let us down.
You must get strong.
Now drink.
Guards here,
here, here...
Here.
The alarm bell is here.
The guard nearest
the alarm bell
has to be disarmed
first.
Is that clear?
Come and join us, Oldroyd.
There's always room
for a good man.
(jingling)
Excuse me.
Gentlemen.
Oh, I wouldn't worry
about Mr. Hornblower, Oldroyd.
He'll be busy
for an hour or two.
(laughter)
How are you, Archie?
Hungry.
Good. I shall ask the innkeeper
immediately.
Roast beef, perhaps?
Ham and eggs, a trout or three?
Horatio, there's something
I have to...
Ah, don't worry about a thing.
Let's just get you back
on your feet again, eh?
No, listen to me,
Horatio.
It's the Duchess.
She isn't a duchess.
She might be Cleopatra,
but she's no duchess.
Archie, what are you talking
about?
Cleopatra
over Anthony's body
Lady Macbeth,
Beatrice, Gertrude.
She's an actress.
You're raving.
No, I'm not.
Her name's Katherine Cobham.
I knew Drury Lane
like it was my home.
My word on it, Horatio.
She's an actress.
Mr. Hornblower?
Don Massaredo.
I would be honored
by your presence
at dinner tonight.
I have a guest
Colonel Etienne de Vergesse,
of the French Army.
Thank you, sir.
Don't forget to bring us back
a few scraps, sir.
Some