Hornblower: Duty Page #6

Good god!

...quarters...

Hard to starboard!

Roll out

the larboard guns!

We've got to

leave soon, sir,

Or we won't have

a boat to escape in.

You're right, mr. Bush.

Marines! Make ready!

Where's maguire?

I don't know, sir.

Present! Fire!

Fire!

Now, men! Run!

Stop!

Man:
watch out!

Get below...

Who's firing at us?

The frogs!

Who'd you bloody think?

Now get below! Reload!

They're throwing

their bloody guns

At us now, sir.

Come on, men.

With me!

Man:
halt!

Attention!

Time to leave,

gentlemen!

Heave!

Wolfe:
these damn french

have let them all sail away.

And what do i get?

I get you.

I know hornblower.

I used to serve him, too.

I was his coxswain,

And i wish he was stood

here before me now,

But as it is,

you'll have to do.

Have you anything

to say for yourself?

Plenty, sir.

Plenty.

Why would captain bracegirdle

risk it, sir?

Taking his ship in

so close?

As i remember him,

he was such a cautious man.

Hornblower:
quite.

Which means

he must have had

A good reason.

The patient

is restored to us,

In body

if not yet in mind.

Bracegirdle:
gentlemen...

Just like old times

on the "indy. "

The 3 of us together.

Like old times.

Do you know where you are,

bracegirdle?

I'm on your ship,

horatio...

Because

i lost my own.

And why were you

so close to shore?

I saw... boats...

Guns mounted...

Rowing along

the coast.

There's something

about them.

So then i kept watch

for days.

And then they...

Disappeared

into an inlet.

I don't remember.

This will restore his wits

quick enough, sir.

"Doughty's patent remedy"

they call it in the...

I'm still working on

Making the taste

of it better.

Enemy frigate, sir.

Her gunports are closed.

Captain bracegirdle

saw gunboats

Paddling to

an inlet somewhere.

Gunboats?

But no frigates.

Captain bracegirdle,

you're with us again.

It seems god had

second thoughts about me.

Gunboats to blast defenders

on the english beaches.

Now they have

a frigate, too. Why?

Mr. Prowse.

Prowse:
aye, sir?

No closer

to the shore

Until we have

the weather.

We'll ride it out

from here...

And wait, and watch.

Prowse:
aye-Aye, sir.

With all due respect,

mr. Etheridge,

And indeed,

to the diplomatic service,

The royal navy is at war.

No, sir.

England is at war.

The royal navy

has but one weapon

In her armory.

And you would have

this weapon sheathed?

For what?

A wild goose chase

Hunting a couple

lost at sea?

Good god,

I have entire ships

go missing.

Hundreds of men.

That letter bears

the authority

Not only of my master, sir,

but also of yours-

Their lordships

at the admiralty.

Or should we send

for more lights?

The better to read it.

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