Hornblower: Mutiny Page #2

Well, Mr. Kennedy, I don't think

I much care for your tone, sir.

Uh, Mr. Kennedy

was merely making

conversation.

Weren't you,

Mr. Kennedy?

Now let me show you

the wardroom.

Very good of you.

:

"I don't think I much care

for your tone, sir."

:

"What an honor to serve

under a captain

with such a record, sir."

That's enough,

Mr. Wellard.

Now get below

and find out what that

hullabaloo's all about

before it brings

the captain down

on us again.

Yeah, I pushed

the little bugger

off the yardarm.

Who cares?

WELLARD:

Quit it.

Do you hear? Belay that.

Silence!

Mr. Matthews,

you're the boatswain.

Get them to stop

this bloody racket.

:

Silence!

Right, what's going on here?

You, Randall, what's all this?

Just settling a little

difference of opinion

you might say.

Captain Sawyer loves

a bit of bare-knuckle

between the men.

Keeps them ready

for the real thing, he says.

Mr. Matthews, get them

to break this up.

Aye, aye, Mr. Wellard.

Come on,

now-- hey!

Hold there, Mr. Matthews.

This hasn't been

settled yet.

The captain wouldn't like it

if we were interfering,

would he?

He doesn't need to know,

does he, Mr. Hobbs?

Not unless

some little toady...

Hey!

Come on!

Randall, break

it up now!

Make me, little boy.

KENNEDY :

"Sir," Randall!

You call him "sir"!

HORNBLOWER:

Any man...

man, Mr. Hobbs,

who thinks differently

had better remember

the punishment

for disobeying

a superior officer.

Tell them, Matthews.

Death, sir.

Indeed, death.

And best you all remember it.

SAWYER:

Get the ship under way

if you please, Mr. Buckland.

Aye, aye, sir.

Lose the headsails!

MAN :

Lose the headsails!

Hands aloft to lose

the topsails.

MAN :

Hands aloft to lose

the topsails!

Carry on, Mr. Bush.

Heave!

Heave!

Go, put your backs

into it!

Come on, heave!

MAN :

Heave ho!

Mr. Hornblower.

Sir!

Set a course

to weather the lizard

and then southwest,

sir.

Weather the lizard

and southwest

it is, sir.

South by west,

a quarter west.

South by west,

a quarter west, sir.

SAWYER:

Well, gentlemen...

it's the West Indies for us.

Santo Domingo.

The blacks are

in rebellion there.

Very good, Mr. Hornblower,

very good.

Gentlemen, we can certainly rely

on Mr. Hornblower

to keep us abreast

of current events.

Yes, a slave rebellion.

They're uprising against

their Spanish masters

started by that damn dangerous

French Revolutionary nonsense--

liberty, fraternity, stupidity.

You're not a revolutionary,

are you, Mr. Hornblower?

Indeed, I'm not, sir.

No, we know how

to deal with them

in His Majesty's ships,

don't we?

Santo Domingo,

gentlemen.

There's a nest

of Spanish privateers

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