The Making of 'The Bounty' Page #2

Can't be helped. We shall all get

to know each other pretty closely.

I wonder what we shall find out.

It depends how inquisitive

we are, Mr Young.

(Dog barking.

Heavy thuds, noise of fighting)

It doesn't sound quite right to me.

Do you think someone

had better go and look?

(Singing) There is a ship and

it sailed to sea. It's loaded deep. -

Good evening, Mr Heywood.

Good evening, Adams.

Evening, Mr Adams, sir.

Everything alright here?

Couldn't be better, sir.

(Sound of coughing)

My place.

Stupid buggers.

You watch

your mouth too, old man.

Don't old man me, Churchill.

You haven't got a lucky face.

Seasick, Mr Heywood, sir?

Just leaving England.

Oh. Home sick.

- Feels you'll never see it again.

- Don't say that, sir. It's bad luck.

Sorry. Never been to sea before.

Two months ago I was still at school.

Never been to school meself.

Oh.

Can't even read.

I can't steer a ship.

Any fool can steer a ship, sir.

It's just knowing where to take it.

(Bligh's voice over)

The end of our first day at sea.

Tot of rum, sir?

No, thank you, no.

Come on, sir. We don't cross

the Equator every day.

No. Thank you. No. Make sure

Mr Heywood has some, though.

OK. That'll do.

Haul him in. Away.

Coming up for sup,

Mr Heywood. Sir

Here you go sir. Have some of that.

Have some of that, sir.

Revive the spirit as they say.

Have a sup of that. Go on.

Get some

of this muck down you.

Well done, sir.

Thank you, Quintel.

Lieutenant Bligh,

I have your log here before me.

In it, there is the frequent entry

of a single word: dancing.

Can you explain that?

I can, sir.

A crew on a long voyage may easily

fall into melancholy and violence.

I believe this can be relieved

by regular exercise.

So for 20 minutes each day, I had the

crew mustered and I had them dance.

- Dance?

- Yes. They danced.

An activity

they participated in wholeheartedly?

I think so. Yes.

And yet Mr Bligh,

in your own log,

you admit that this rather

unorthodox form of exercise

led to grave discontent.

On one occasion only,

sir. And not grave.

Charlie. If you only had a frock on,

I'd ask you for a dance.

Get your knees up, Quintel.

I'm doing my best, sir.

Don't answer back.

We're bloody sailors,

not bloody dancers.

Mr Christian. Mr Young.

Put a gag on Quintel.

It wasn't bloody me.

Don't make it worse, Quintel.

It wasn't him, sir. It was me.

Come along, Mr Christian.

You've got the wrong man, sir.

Churchill said it was he

who made the remark.

Gag them both.

Ah, Jesus Christ.

- Do as he says, Mr Christian.

- Sir!

Fletcher.

William, don't you think those men

have been gagged there long enough?

They were both guilty

of an act of insubordination.

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