"(hooves clattering)" "Man:" "Captain Pellew." "Come in, Sir." "My apologies for requiring you at such short notice." "Not at all, my lord." "Captain Pellew, may I introduce" "General the Baron de Charette commander in chief of His Majesty King Louis' army in exile." "The general is going to invade France... and we're going to help him." "Once your ships have carried us across the channel" "We shall raise an army of the people and march on Paris to restore His most Catholic Majesty to the throne." "May I ask, Sir how many men you expect to raise for this... army?" "Within a matter of days" "I shall have, uh, 10,000, maybe 20,000 men in arms." "Then we shall move east gathering more as we go." "Never doubt the loyatty of the people, monsieur." "(gasps)" "(scissors snipping)" "I understand, sir, that in fact arms have been raised against the rebel government before." "Certainly, many times." "Without any success." "Captain Pellew for five years I have lived in exile" "(spews):" "While traitors have laid waste to my country." "Well, now the nobility of France is going home and this time, when my countrymen fight we, their rightful leaders, will lead them into battle." "Can I not take it, sir that we have your support in this great venture?" "Hood:" "Oh, yes, Baron you can depend on Captain Pellew's full support." "You have His Britannic Majesty's word on it." "(coughs)" "(dog barks in background)" "(coughs)" "How do I look?" "The most startling improvement, if I may say so, sir." "(panting)" "So with two shirts, hat, breeches, buttons and buckles the sum is £11 nine shillings and threepence." "Ah." "Perhaps pinchbeck instead of silver for the shoe buckles?" "That would make it, um... shall we say £11 even?" "Very well, Mr. Collins." "Hood:" "I assure you, the baron is still a figurehead amongst those loyal to King Louis." "His name will provide the spark sets all northern France afire." "But the royalist force, my lord?" "They're nothing more than the remnants of a defeated army." "A final cast of the dice, I grant you." "Indeed, sir, and a desperate one." "Ah, you forget what is at stake, Sir Edward." "For the cost of ferrying" "General Charette and his men across the channel we can put an end to the war with France." "Surely, even in your estimation it's a trifling effort for a place in history." "Yes, but if the expedition should fail, sir what of the cost in lives?" "Men die every day this war continues." "When it's over we may count costs at our leisure." "(man groaning)" "Make way." "Make way." "(gasping)" "My lord, my lord." "Speak up, man!" "The orders!" "Well?" "(gasps)" "Gone, my lord." "Pox on them." "(men whispering)" "My lord?" "He was carrying a copy of General Charette's plan to the first lord." "Oh, my God." "What if they fall into enemy hands?" "Well, we do not know that." "They may be at the bottom of the Thames." "The thieves drunk in a tavern." "Sir, what if they're not?" "His Majesty's government has decided and they are not in the business of changing their minds." "Should General Charette know of this?" "I don't believe there's any need to trouble him." "What has passed here will remain between ourselves." "Is that understood?" "(man gasping)" "Yes, sir." "However, since it would not be politic for King Louis to think that we might have cast his general ashore unaided you will remain on station after the general has disembarked." "And if worse comes to worst you can provide him with a means of escape." "As you wish, sir." "Very well." "You have your orders, Captain Pellew." "Carry on, sir." "(hooves clattering past)" "Mr. Hornblower." "Sir." "Well, don't stand there dawdling, sir." "We must return to Plymouth as soon as possible." "(gulls cawing)" "Man:" "Go on." "Lay down your oars." "(blowing boatswain whistles)" "Welcome aboard, sir." "A profitable meeting at the admiratty, I trust?" "Quite satisfactory, Mr. Bracegirdle." "Signal the ships Dumbarton, Sophia and Catherine and request the attendance of their captains in one hour." "Mr. Hornblower, my compliments to the senior officers." "I will see them in my cabin in 20 minutes." "Aye, sir." "So, Mr. Hornblower, what news?" "I know no more than you, Mr. Bracegirdle." "Well, I expect we shall find out." "By the way, I think you have a splash of mud on your jacket." "Ah, ha-ha." "You look every inch the new lieutenant, Mr. Hornblower." "Long may it remain so." "(general conversation)" "Gentlemen, captain's compliments and he will see all officers in his cabin in 20 minutes." "Kennedy:" "What?" "Who's this?" "Gentlemen, it appears we have a stranger in our midst." "No, no..." "I'm mistaken." "It's Lieutenant Hornblower from top to toe a new man." "(ship's bell rings)" "And not a patch in sight." "Indeed it is, acting Lieutenant Kennedy." "Gentlemen, it appears that Mr. Hornblower is now the standard by which we must all measure ourselves." "All right, all right, that's enough." "Thank you, Mr. Bowles." "Styles:" "Oi!" "Watch it." "What do you reckon the orders will be, then, eh?" "Stay here and take it easy." "Not unless the captain's gone soft." "Naw." "Pity, though." "I could just do with another month on fresh rations." "Maybe we'll be sent to the Indies, eh?" "How about that?" "Palm trees, sunshine." "Tropical diseases." "Could be the Med again." "Have another go at them dagos." "Yeah, we could go back and give them another pasting, easy." "Do it on our own, too." "Leave the rest of the fleet in the channel." "Oi, fanny fearless, missed a bit." "Where?" "Behind you." "Where?" "(all laughing)" "Gentlemen, as you are no doubt aware" "I have lately returned from a meeting with Admiral Hood." "Our orders are to join the ships" "Catherine, Dumbarton and Sophia and convey a General Charette together with forces comprising of French royalist troops and British infantry to the coast of France." "An invasion, sir?" "Mr. Kennedy, four ships could hardly constitute an invasion, sir." "Then what is the point, sir?" "The point, Mr. Bowles is that we are at war, sir." "And when at war, we react to an order without hesitation." "(gulls cawing)" "Um..." "I understand, gentlemen this plan may seem somewhat... cavalier." "However, it is the general's plan, once landed to raise an army with which to march on Paris and place King Louis on the throne." "That would mean an end to the war, sir." "I believe that is the intention, Mr. Bracegirdle." "Sir, are we permitted to know where the general's troops will be landing?" "No, our destination will remain secret until we set sail, and then there is no chance of word reaching the French until we arrive." "In the meantime, I want all dispatch in the loading of the general's men and supplies as soon as they arrive." "Thank you, gentlemen." "(officers murmuring)" "Perhaps next week we could be toasting the downfall of the French Republic, sir." "Yes, Mr. Hornblower." "That is the plan, at least." "(gulls cawing)" "Styles, let's get those bales loaded as soon as possible." "Frogs?" "What the bloody hell are they doing here?" "Well, what do you make of them, Horatio?" "They seem a little..." "Hornblower:" "Disorderly." "The word "shambles" might be more appropriate." "(playing "The Girl I Left Behind")" "Look out for the lobsters." "Officer:" "Battalions, hatt!" "Morning, gentlemen." "Major Edrington, 95th foot." "I've been told someone here can see to the embarkation of my men onto the Indefatigable." "Lieutenant Hornblower." "Acting Lieutenant Kennedy, sir." "I will see to it myself." "Excellent." "Your men look very fine, Major." "Almost too good for battle." "Really?" "I usually find that the more able the officer the better turned out the men." "Commanding officer:" "Battalions..." "At least in the army." "Commanding officer:" "...right face!" "French soldiers:" "Charette!" "Charette!" "Charette!" "Charette!" "Charette!" "Charette!" "Charette!" "Charette!" "Charette!" "Charette!" "Charette!" "Bloody frogs." "Mes camarades aujourd'hui c'est un grand jour." "Aujourd'hui nous embarquons pour une croisade sacree a fin de liberer notre France adoree." "(all cheer)" "Have you any idea what he's saying?" "He's saying today is a great day." "They are on a crusade to free their beloved France." "Ensemble, nous nous battrons jusqu'a la mort..." ""Together we will fight, perhaps to the death..."" "pour la cause la plus importante du monde." ""But it will be for the greatest cause in the world."" "L'histoire va tenir chaqu'un d'entre nous..." ""Every one of us..."" "pour des hommes qui n'avaient pas peur de donner leur vie..." ""will be remembered by history as men who were not afraid to lay down their lives..."" "pour la France!" ""For France."" "A la victoire!" "Vive le roi!" "Vive le roi!" "All:" "Vive le roi!" "Vive le roi!" "Vive le roi!" "(cheering)" "Yay!" "Vive le roi!" "I suppose what they lack in discipline they make up for in enthusiasm." "Major... if you would like your personal baggage transferred to the jolly boat" "I'll see it reaches the Indefatigable." "Very well." "By the by, it might be better if you were to address me as "my lord."" "I am, in fact, the earl of Edrington." "You see, Horatio?" "Had you been rich enough to buy a commission as well as a new uniform you could've joined the army instead." "Lieutenant Hornblower, de sa Majeste Marine Britannique..." "Please, monsieur, I have I think English sufficient to the task before us." "Colonel Marquis de Moncoutant." "I have been charged with conducting your troops aboard, sir." "Very good." "My men are prepared." "I am looking forward to our trip, monsieur." "I have always enjoyed the sea air." "Be careful, that is my personal baggage." "Marquis de Moncoutant:" "Don't drop it!" "Idiots!" "(men murmuring)" "It is yours, sir?" "Indeed, Mr. Hornblower, it is mine." "(boatswain's whistle blows)" "Man:" "Shoulder arms!" "(whistling continues)" "(man barking orders)" "All men and supplies secured, sir." "Very good, Mr. Hornblower." "Signal the convoy." "Aye aye, sir." "Mr. Bowles, prepare to weigh anchor." "Aye aye, sir." "Prepare to weigh anchor!" "Man the capstan!" "(man barking orders)" "Quiberon." "Styles:" "See this?" "Not yours!" "Not yours!" "No steal-ee, savvy." "You steal-ee, get chop plenty damn vite." "Styles:" "Understand?" "Oldroyd!" "What's going on here?" "Ah, this bugger was after pinching this chicken, sir." "They're the officer's chickens and we caught him red-handed." "Stealing is an hanging offense, sir." "Yes, Matthews, I'm aware of that, thank you." "Ha!" "Well, it's the rope for you then, frog." "However, this man may not be." "Has anyone taken the trouble of explaining messing arrangement to these men?" "Not as such, sir." "Allez vous en." "Let him go!" "You're letting him go, sir?" "Styles, these people are our guests and as such, you will extend to them every courtesy and kindness while they're aboard." "Well, I mean, playing piggyback with the frogs, sir." "The frog is the enemy, sir." "Not these frogs, Styles." "These are the good frogs." "A frog is a frog, sir." "And the only good frog is a dead frog, sir." "This'll end badly, Mr. Hornblower, sir." "You mark my words." "All right, that's enough!" "Now about your work." "Aye aye, sir." "Styles." "Sir?" "Put the chicken back, Styles." "But, sir..." "Styles!" "Yes, sir." "(knocking on door)" "Come." "Hornblower:" "Report from the quarterdeck, sir." "Wind still from the north, course steady." "Thank you, Mr. Hornblower." "Mr. Hornblower?" "Sir?" "A word, if you please." "How are the men taking to their new traveling companions?" "As one might expect, sir." "They have a few misgivings about their presence but nothing untoward." "Misgivings?" "What kind of misgivings?" "I think they have a little difficutty in seeing the general's troops as allies when only yesterday any Frenchman was the enemy." "You have made it clear they must give the general their full support?" "Oh, yes, sir, very clear." "Good, good." "And yourself?" "What do you, um, think of the general and, uh, his plan?" "I think he is bold, sir." "Bold?" "Is that all?" "Without knowing either the general or his plan in detail" "I wouldn't presume to judge, sir." "Oh, a prudent enough answer." "There is also some speculation about our destination, sir." "What would you say if I were to tell you we were heading for the coast of Brittany?" "What would be your guess then?" "In that case, I would say Quiberon Bay, sir." "Would you?" "Why?" "From my recollection, Quiberon affords a good landing." "It is the logical choice." "Your deduction is correct." "Let us pray, Mr. Hornblower that the French Republicans don't share your logic." "Otherwise, Quiberon Bay may not be such a welcoming spot after all." "(man shouts orders)" "We have to stop the artillery of the republic here from moving against us through Muzillac west to Quiberon, here." "Alors, le Colonel Moncoutant he will lead a group of men to take control of the bridge at Muzillac, here." "Le colonel is, uh, Marquis du Muzillac." "He's, um, the, uh, the lord of that village so he knows the region very well." "Oh, you must be glad to be returning home to Muzillac, Colonel." "No doubt the people will welcome you." "Most of them will, Mr. Bracegirdle." "Some will be sorry to see me but I shall be glad of the encounter." "Um, Colonel Moncoutant requires the company of infantry to secure or destroy the bridge at Muzillac." "Major Edrington?" "I believe my men are up to the task, Captain." "Monsieur, I protest;" "as Lord of Muzillac the honor of defending the bridge should fall to my men." "With respect, Colonel, your men have not seen action for several years, whereas..." "Do you question the competence of our French troops, Major?" "Merely their lack of recent experience." "So you do question them." "Non!" "I will not allow it!" "Gentlemen, surely we are all allies here." "As long as our campaign is successful we will all share the honors." "Charette:" "Monsieur Hornblower is right." "To restore the king, that is our only concern." "As you wish, Colonel." "May I suggest, Colonel, that one of my officers act as liaison between yourself and Lord Edrington." "You seem to have a grasp of the situation, Mr. Hornblower." "Perhaps you'd like to volunteer?" "Yes, sir." "(sailors chatting)" "(French troops conversing)" "We'll be taking two 12-pounders and enough powder to destroy a bridge." "Uh, what size is the bridge, sir?" "Well, I'd imagine it's a bit bigger than the river, Matthews." "Sir?" "Uh, never mind." "Um, take ten extra powder casks to be sure." "Aye aye, sir." "Styles:" "Begging your pardon, Mr. Hornblower, sir." "Why can't the French use their own cannon?" "Styles." "It might have escaped your notice, Styles but General Charette's troops don't have any cannon." "Well, I don't mind letting them take ours, sir." "Yesterday you were prepared to hang a man for taking a chicken but today, you're willing to give him our guns." "Very generous." "Decided the French are all right after all have you, Styles?" "No." "Your men are reluctant to go ashore with us?" "On the contrary, sir, they're all quite eager." "I am happy to hear it." "With the help of your men" "I hope to see my home restored to something of its former glory." "They will do everything in their power, sir." "I think you are a stranger to my country" "Mr. Hornblower." "You cannot imagine what these republicans are capable of." "There is no place they would not defile." "Nothing they would not besmirch." "Let us hope your fears are unfounded." "Hmm." "You do not know these people." "They are barbarians." "But order will be restored, monsieur, you may depend on it." "(ship's bell rings)" "Captain, landing beach in sight, sir." "Very good, Mr. Bowles." "All hands shorten sail." "Aye aye, sir." "All hands, shorten sail!" "(whistle blows)" "Mr. Hornblower, the beach is in sight." "Prepare to disembark, if you please." "Aye aye, sir." "Mr. Hornblower." "Sir?" "You will be on foreign soil the enemy all around." "Be on your guard, take care." "And do not assume a situation is safe until you can convince yourself that it is so." "I will keep it in mind, sir." "Good." "I trust you will not abandon your prudence of yesterday." "No, no, sir, I will not." "Carry on, Mr. Hornblower." "You are, uh, concerned for his safety, Captain." "I am concerned for the safety of all my men, General." "But the, uh, lieutenant in particular, huh?" "He's one of my best officers." "And despite his lack of years, I..." "I would regret his loss." "Then let me reassure you." "I am confident that within a few days the whole of France will be behind us." "And then your young lieutenant will be able to tell his grandchildren how he helped restore the flag of King Louis to its rightful place to fly once more over the sacred soil of France." "Vive le roi!" "Others:" "Vive le roi!" "Man 1:" "Company, fall in!" "Fall in on the right!" "Man 2:" "Number two company, over here!" "Man:" "Forward, right!" "(officers yelling orders)" "(all grunting)" "Archie, so, how does it feel to be back on this side of the channel?" "Better with a pistol and cannon to hand." "We're going to need some kind of transport to get the guns and powder to the bridge." "I'll see what Colonel Moncoutant has in mind." "Fait attention!" "Idiots!" "Vous etes fou!" "He worries more about that machine than anything else." "At this rate, it will be the only thing to reach Muzillac." "Are your men ready to move, Mr. Hornblower?" "Yes, my lord, save for our cannon." "By god, if that's any of ours, I'll have them flogged." "Those are the French troops, I believe." "It would be." "What do they think they're here for?" "Gentlemen, you are ready to advance?" "My men are ready, sir." "What are you saying?" "Colonel, I believe we still require transport for our cannon." "That is already taken care of." "When you are ready, we will proceed." "Muzillac awaits, gentlemen." "(man coughs)" "This stuff bloody stinks." "Least they could have done was clear out." "Styles, let's have less griping there." "Just be glad you're not carrying those cannons all the way to the village." "From acting lieutenant to commander of a dung cart in no more than a step." "My career's looking up." "Mr. Hornblower as you and I are the senior British officers" "I think we should advance together." "(horse snorts)" "Come, sir." "Unless you prefer the dung cart?" "(grunts)" "(groans in frustration)" "I see now why you chose the navy." "All men and supplies ashore, sir." "All boats returned." "Thank you, Mr. Bracegirdle." "Signal all ships to make sail." "Aye aye, sir." "Mr. Bowles!" "Sir." "Set course for Quiberon, please." "Aye aye, sir." "Pellew:" "We shall head west to land General Charette's main force." "(coughing)" "Course, Mr. Bowles?" "West by north, sir." "Be there by noon with this wind, sir." "Could've been sent for us." "Perhaps." "When we get to Quiberon, Mr. Bowles" "I want you to heave to as close in shore as possible." "Once unloading is complete, we shall remain there on station." "Remain, sir?" "I thought..." "The Sophia, Dumbarton and Catherine will return home to England, but we... we stay." "Well, Mr. Hornblower, there is our objective." "Do you think you can hold it?" "We must... either hold it or destroy it." "General Charette is counting on us." "Well, in that case..." "Major Edrington, you will find a ford half a league upstream beyond the village." "You will station your men there in due course." "I only hope we're up to it, Colonel." "Mr. Kennedy, have the men set up the cannon to cover the southern approach." "We'll see about setting the gunpowder when I return from the village." "Aye aye, Mr. Hornblower." "You heard, Matthews." "Aye aye, sir." "Quiberon Bay, sir." "Very good, Mr. Bracegirdle." "Take us in shore and heave to." "Aye aye, sir." "(whistles)" "Now my people will welcome me home." "En avant." "Man:" "Left, left, left, right, left..." "Left, left, left, right, left." "Captain... a signal from the Catherine." "They are ready to begin disembarking the troops." "Very good, Mr. Bracegirdle." "Make our own preparations." "Aye aye, sir." "General, I would deem it a favor if you would allow one of my officers to accompany you ashore to send back regular reports." "Reports?" "Yes." "Admiral Lord Hood has ordered that we remain here until your progress is assured." "But, why?" "I believe the admiral wishes us to remain here as a place of retreat in case you meet heavier resistance than anticipated." "Very well, Sir Edward." "I thank you for your honesty." "But, uh, I can assure you these reports, they will carry only good news." "I pray so, sir." "(softly):" "I pray so." "Non!" "Non!" "Man:" "Company, hatt." "Je suis revenue!" "Va!" "Entre!" "Faure?" "Pierre Faure?" "Que faites-vous la?" "Je suis le maire, monsieur." "Le maire?" "He says he is the mayor." "You are the linen merchant." "Your business is underwear." "Not any longer, monsieur." "And by authority of..." "Authority?" "You have no authority." "I am the marquis." "Take off that ridiculous thing." "I regret, monsieur..." "You regret?" "I want the people brought out here to welcome me home." "Gentlemen, if you please." "(officer shouts order)" "Man:" "Left, left" "Left, left, right, left." "Oh, non... (chicken squawks)" "(chicken cackles)" "Arrest them!" "You have no right to arrest them." "They have done nothing." "No right?" "By what right have you destroyed my home?" "Monsieur, this house has been commandeered for the use of the people." "Silence!" "(terrified cry)" "(child cries)" "Where are the rest of my paintings?" "My... art collection?" "Monsieur Marquis..." "Where?" "They had no practical use." "They were used as fuel for the fires." "Burned?" "(bell tolls in distance)" "(bell continues tolling)" "(crowd murmurs)" "(tolling stops)" "Remove those flags." "No, monsieur, I regret..." "Remove them." "Allons enfants de la patrie, le jour de gloire est arrive" "(villagers join in):" "Contre nous de la tryannie" "L'etendard sanglant est leve" "L'etendard sanglant est leve" "Entendez-vous dans les compagnes..." "Child:" "Aux armes, citoyens..." "Woman:" "Shh!" "Formez vos bataillons" "(woman tries to hush him)" "Marchons, marchons..." "Shh." "Qu'un sang impur" "Abreuve nos sillons!" "Give me your pistol." "Colonel." "Give me your pistol!" "No, monsieur, please." "He's a child." "He doesn't understand." "Then I will make him understand." "No, please, please!" "Colonel, for God's sake." "The town is yours." "Why waste powder on a child?" "He can do us no harm." "All is well." "Je suis le marquis." "Il faut m'obeir." "Vive le roi!" "French troops:" "Vive le roi!" "Mademoiselle, take these children away." "Thank you, monsieur." "Uh... thank you." "I take it the welcoming ceremony is now over." "(people cheering)" "You see, Monsieur Bowles the people, they are happy to see us." "Aye, sir." "I had thought to meet more resistance than this." "The Republicans, they have no stomach to fight." "(men grunting)" "That's right..." "bit more, Styles." "That's three barrels placed, sir." "This'll be the fourth." "I reckon that'll be enough to bring this down when the time comes." "I think we'll put two more barrels over the side here, just to be sure." "Matthews:" "Begging your pardon, sir" "But, uh, if the enemy's expected from that side and when we blow the bridge up we're going to be that side." "How do we get back to the beach?" "We don't." "We hold this position at all costs." "Surrounded by frogs and no escape." "Styles." "Yes, sir." "Sorry, sir." "There's more than bloody frogs down here, sir." "(chuckling)" "Carry on then." "Yes, sir." "Archie." "Hmm?" "Yes?" "I think I'll go and see how Major Edrington is faring at the ford." "Will you take charge?" "Yes, yes, of course." "Matthews is right, though, Horatio." "If we have to blow up the bridge we will be cut off." "I know." "A fine thing, to die in someone else's war." "(drum playing drill)" "Edrington:" "S'arnt, send pickets at front and flank and across the river to act as lookouts." "Man:" "Very well, my lord." "My lord, is everything well?" "Well?" "Look at this place, Mr. Hornblower." "No artillery would dare to cross here and if they tried my mama could beat them off with her parasol." "They may send infantry as well." "They may." "But to be plain, my greatest fear is that the enemy will ignore this place attogether and concentrate on the bridge." "And if they should cross..." "You do not trust my men." "I do not doubt your men but I have no confidence that the frogs would stand firm and support you." "I see, but General Charette..." "General Charette isn't here." "Our commanding officer is Colonel Moncoutant." "And from his earlier exhibition it is clear that whatever his rank, he is no soldier." "Never underestimate the enemy, Mr. Hornblower but never overestimate an ally particularly one who is caught up in his own affairs." "Better go and report to him." "See what he's up to." "(whistles loudly)" "I think this is a good place to make camp, monsieur Bowles." "The men, they can rest and tomorrow..." "Tomorrow we take Quiberon." "On y va!" "Oh, damn this animal." "What it needs is a rudder." "Just show it who's master, Mr. Hornblower." "I don't need to, it knows." "(French soldiers talking)" "(bell tolling)" "I've heard it said that the guillotine is as effective at subduing trouble as an army of 5,000 men." "I do not think it would take 5,000 men to subdue these people." "By the look of it, a handful could do it." "Vous avez vos ordres, allez." "(loud gunshot, people yell)" "(soldiers grunt angrily)" "Qu'est-ce que vous voulez?" "(soldier grunts)" "Arretez!" "Girl:" "Pourquoi?" "Restez-la!" "Woman:" "Vite, vite, ici!" "Vite!" "Ah, messieurs." "Just the men I need." "Gentlemen..." "I trust I will have the pleasure of your company at dinner tonight." "At dinner?" "We look forward to it, Colonel." "Excellent, shall we say 8:00?" "Come, Mr. Hornblower." "Our men will be expecting us." "There is nothing we can do here." "(ship's bell rings)" "Message from Mr. Bowles, sir." "Well?" "General Charette has made camp for the night." "Has he met any resistance?" "No, sir." "That's good, surely?" "Yes, but why is it so easy?" "The Republicans could have put out lines of defense anywhere." "Unless..." "Unless what, sir?" "Mr. Bracegirdle, have you wondered why it is we have been ordered to remain here?" "I had assumed it was to provide a place of retreat for General Charette should circumstances have turned against him." "Aye, but only one ship when it took four to bring him here?" "So if General Charette is indeed forced to retreat... it is not expected he will return with more than a quarter of the men he set out with." "The mathematics of defeat, Mr. Bracegirdle." "Moncoutant:" "You see, gentlemen, a republic... a country run by peasants is a contradiction of all the natural laws." "Observe, if you will how my house has suffered during my absence." "The peasants could not look after it because they have no breeding and thus no intelligence." "Entrust them with fine furniture, paintings they see only firewood." "They probably used my best brandy to ignite the blaze." "(all laugh)" "Forgive me, sir, but I have always held it true that any man may better himself, however humble his situation." "But to what purpose?" "Monsieur, I remember I once had a horse which, uh, for amusement" "I taught to count off the days of the week." "Did this make him a scholar?" "Naturally, it remained a horse." "(laughter)" "And so with the peasant." "Surely, Colonel given a chance to learn..." "You know, Monsieur Hornblower" "I think you are a revolutionary at heart yourself." "Indeed I am not, sir." "I began to suspect it in the square this afternoon, actually." "I take offense at that, sir." "But I tease you, of course." "But, monsieur, my country is the farce you see today precisely because certain good souls, like yourself believe they can teach the peasant to think." "Major Edrington, like myself, you hold aristocratic title." "Surely you will support me in this?" "Colonel... you have obviously given the matter more thought than I." "However, you may be assured that I thank God daily for the good fortune of my birth for I am certain I would have made a miserable peasant." "(quiet laughter)" "Mariette, viens ici." "Viens." "Take this woman." "She is a peasant." "She works in my house as her mother did before her." "But in the days of the republic they made her a teacher." "Was this simple creature put on this earth to teach grammar, huh?" "It's much better to leave her free to do what she does best, huh?" "Je suis peut-etre un payesan mais je ne suis pas an animal." "Ah, she says she is not an animal." "There is no need to translate her words, sir." "I understood her French, as she clearly understood your English." "Have a care, Mr. Hornblower." "So it is self-evident, sir, she cannot be as ignorant as you are so anxious to make her." "Once again, monsieur, I hear the rebel in you." "Then you mistake yourself again, sir, for I am no rebel." "I hope I am a gentleman and that I will always treat any woman with respect." "Enough!" "Allez!" "I will not argue with a common sailor in the British navy." "Before you slight a common sailor, sir, may I remind you that the British Navy and its common sailors have conveyed your grace's person thus far without incident or injury." "Good night, gentlemen." "Now... where is our dessert?" "(laughter)" "Ma'amselle..." "I beg your pardon." "So, we are no more than the animals." "I assure you, ma'amselle, it is not a view I share nor would wish to hear expressed." "You have been kind." "Once again, you have tried to help me." "I did no more than my conscience dictated." "But now, I am afraid there is nothing more you can do for me." "Ma'amselle... at least allow me to escort you home." "There is no need to trouble yourself." "I assure you it is no trouble." "It would be a pleasure." "Very well." "Thank you." "Today I think there is only one lord and master in France." "Ma'amselle?" "That machine." "For Moncoutant or the Republicans, it is the same." "Does he think he will make us love him this way?" "I am afraid I am not privy to the colonel's plans." "Then what are you doing here?" "I'm here to do my duty." "And what is that, your duty?" "We will hold the bridge, until we are told to leave." "Or until you are forced to leave." "(gasps)" "(men laughing)" "So, the children have an unexpected holiday." "I'm sure once the colonel is more settled..." "For 20 years, I lived like a dumb farm animal." "I have no desire to live like that again." "Nor will you." "I will not let it happen." "You have my word on it." "I accept your kindness, monsieur, but not your word." "You do not know what you are talking about." "Ma'amselle, whilst I am here you will come to no harm, I swear it." "And when you are gone?" "You do not know me, ma'amselle." "If you knew me, you would not be so quick to doubt me." "It is not you I doubt." "It is this place." "I will protect you." "(men knocking on door)" "(exclaims in French)" "On your way." "Back to the bridge, both of you." "I'm sorry, monsieur." "Officers first, naturally." "Aprez vous." "(men cackling)" "I do not think they'll be back." "But at least allow me to protect you from them." "I would be glad if you did." "(crickets singing)" "Begging your pardon, sir." "Is everything all right, sir?" "Yes, fine." "Fine, thank you, Matthews." "(rooster crows)" "(distant explosion, Mariette gasps)" "(explosion)" "What is it?" "The bridge." "Stay here!" "(explosion)" "(goat bleating)" "(explosion)" "(rapid gunfire)" "Reload!" "Quick!" "(grunts)" "Fire!" "Reload and come starboard by a point!" "But sir, we can't see anything, sir." "Do as I tell you!" "Starboard point!" "(rapid gunfire)" "Hold there!" "Form up in ranks!" "What's going on, Mr. Hornblower?" "I don't know, sir." "Fire!" "Reload!" "Archie, Where are they?" "What are you shooting at?" "Hurry!" "Come on men, hurry!" "Archie!" "Mr. Kennedy, report!" "Sir, enemy musket fire across the river." "They, they took us by surprise." "Came out of nowhere." "(men grunting)" "Keep your heads down!" "Don't give them a target!" "Ready, Styles!" "Ready!" "Ready!" "Heave!" "Gun ready!" "Hold your fire!" "Hold your fire!" "Cease fire!" "(panting)" "Any attempt on the bridge?" "No, sir." "Very well." "I suggest you re-form your men." "Yes." "(scattered shots)" "Aye aye, sir." "Come on men, stand to." "They made good time." "But where's their artillery?" "Why attack without it?" "(rumbling explosions)" "At first we thought it might be thunder, sir." "No, Mr. Bracegirdle, that is cannon." "What in God's name is French artillery doing this far west?" "They should be miles over there to the south of Muzillac!" "(explosions)" "I fear the general's campaign is over before it has begun." "General, I have counted at least 30 artillery pieces ranged against us." "They have made a trap for us and we have walked straight into it." "(explosions continue)" "Have we received word from Mr. Bowles?" "No, sir." "There have been no further reports." "(cannons stop firing)" "Then send a squad of men ashore." "They are to reach General Charette with all speed and report back on his situation." "Aye aye, sir." "If the cannon fire has stopped..." "I fear we must assume the worst." "(angrily):" "If you would just... (more calmly):" "Send the men ashore, Mr. Bracegirdle." "Aye aye, sir." "Man:" "A mon signal!" "Feu!" "(shouting)" "Archie." "No sign of their artillery?" "Not yet." "I think I'll go to see the major at the ford." "Horatio?" "When they started shooting..." "I panicked." "I knew I was doing it, but I couldn't stop myself." "It was the suddenness of it, you see." "I think it was the same for all of us." "But an officer... even an acting lieutenant, has no business to panic." "Archie, you have nothing to fear from the enemy." "They mean to kill us, Horatio." "Aye, of course they do." "But their powder's no threat to us." "From this distance, they'd be hard pressed to hit a barn door." "If you can just stay calm and keep yourself out of their sights they cannot possibly touch you." "All right." "(yelling)" "(groans)" "General!" "We are finished, Mr. Bowles." "Not yet, sir." "Save yourself if you can." "This is not your country, Mr. Bowles." "You should not have to die here." "Careful, Mr. Hornblower." "We have a few wasps here who are anxious to sting." "So I see, my lord." "Do you have any indication of their number?" "Hard to tell; they atter their position constantly." "It is the same at the bridge." "I have little time for an enemy that daren't show its face." "What can they hope to gain by such a display?" "Perhaps you should inform Colonel Moncoutant." "By all means, if you can distract him from his concerns at the village." "Your own concerns there last night..." "I trust they were concluded satisfactorily?" "Why... yes, thank you, my lord." "I will talk to the colonel." "Mr. Hornblower?" "If you should speak to him" "I think a little more diplomacy wouldn't go amiss." "Yes, my lord." "The shore party have returned, sir." "Well, Mr. Bracegirdle?" "They failed to make contact with general Charette's camp." "It is as we suspected, then?" "All men are believed lost, sir." "(groans softly)" "I stand before you a man accused, Mr. Bracegirdle." "Accused, sir?" "By whom?" "By my own self." "I knew." "I believed this campaign was a forlorn hope and yet I held my tongue." "For what reason, sir?" "I was ordered to remain silent." "Then the responsibility does not lie with you, sir." "It is with those who gave the order." "In principle, perhaps, but what of... conscience, Mr. Bracegirdle?" "And what of my order to remain here?" "Must I also follow that?" "For if I do, it is certain more lives will be lost." "Now that the republican forces have defeated Charette surely they will turn next to Muzillac." "Do I disobey my order... or do I stay here and wait for the dead to return?" "The mathematics of defeat." "Indeed." "A hateful equation... and I do not have the answer." "(no voice)" "Yes, I got him." "Up a bit." "There we go." "A bit more." "Let it go." "Stand back." "(screaming)" "Gotcha!" "Gotcha, you frog!" "(chokes)" "Belay firing!" "Don't waste the powder." "Jean Fabier, you have been found guitty of sedition and treason and have been sentenced to death by order of the lord of Muzillac." "Vive le roi!" "Woman:" "Non, non, non, non, non!" "Non, non." "Non." "Mr. Hornblower, should you not be at the bridge?" "Colonel, the enemy continues to put out sporadic fire." "But there is no sign of their artillery." "Afraid to show themselves." "Well, I would expect no more." "Thank you, Mr. Hornblower." "Sir, may I suggest that you accompany me back to the bridge?" "I have no doubt we would all benefit from your assessment of the enemy." "Thank you for your invitation, Mr. Hornblower but as you can see, I am rather preoccupied at present." "(drum roll begins)" "(woman sobs)" "Sir, I must strongly advise that you come to the bridge at once." "The enemy, sir..." "Name?" "What is this man's name?" "Hornblower:" "Sir, I cannot understand why you persist with these executions when the enemy remains at large and unaccounted for." "Enough, Mr. Hornblower." "As you see, I have business here in town." "If you wish to scout for the enemy" "I will not prevent you." "But I remind you, I am your commanding officer and in my experience, it is proper to greet the absence of an enemy as good news." "Good day, monsieur." "Name?" "Prepare to set sail, Mr. Bracegirdle before we lose the wind." "For Muzillac, sir?" "Aye aye, sir." "What of Mr. Bowles, sir?" "We must assume him lost with the others." "All hands to make sail!" "(speaking French)" "(groans)" "(men speaking French nearby)" "(man yells in French)" "So you want a fight then, eh?" "Is that what you want?" "Keep your head or you will lose it." "Is that understood?" "Do you understand, Oldroyd?" "Good man." "As idle as a painted ship upon a painted ocean." "Sir?" "We have no wind, Mr. Bracegirdle." "We are becalmed." "Call away the boats, Mr. Bracegirdle." "Call away the boats." "S'arnt Major, form a platoon of skirmishes to cross the river." "It's time we smoked these wasps out of their nest." "Yes, my lord." "Platoon hatt!" "Right face!" "Rear rank, present." "Rear rank, fire!" "(softly):" "Artillery..." "Number one!" "Number two!" "Number three!" "How far have we come, Mr. Bracegirdle?" "Perhaps three miles, sir." "We'll get to Muzillac if I have to row there myself." "Platoon." "Attention!" "How many, S'arnt Major?" "18, sir." "Eighteen?" "Is that all?" "Then where in god's name are the rest of them?" "Man:" "Vive le roi." "(whispering):" "Mariette!" "It's me, Horatio." "(man wailing)" "Viens." "(drum roll outside)" "(guillotine blade slices) ... Completement fou." "Have you not seen... have you not seen what is happening in the square?" "I needed to see you." "Just now they killed the baker." "He is guitty of no more than selling stale bread." "Surely you can see how dangerous Moncoutant is." "He's still my commanding officer." "As an officer, you obey him." "But as a man, you know what he is, do you not?" "Mariette, I have to ask you something." "Before we came here did you see any enemy soldiers passing through the village?" "Which enemy soldiers did you have in mind?" "The Royalists or the Republicans?" "Mariette, please." "No." "You come here knowing nothing about me or this place." "And you dare to ask me to betray my own people." "Your silence could mean more bloodshed, not less." "If you mean those butchers, I am glad of it." "It was not them I was thinking of." "If my men are not prepared..." "You yourself could die." "(drum roll)" "(guillotine slices)" "The Republicans came, three days ago." "Now please go." "You cannot win here." "Take your men and leave now while you still can." "Horatio." "I have lost too many people without saying good-bye." "I will come back and take you away from here if that's what you want." "Now go." "(guillotine slices)" "(yells)" "Bring forth the next man." "(villagers murmuring)" "Moncoutant:" "Name?" "(man mutters name)" "Moncoutant:" "You have been found guitty of sedition and treason and have been sentenced to death by order of the lord of Muzillac." "Vive le roi." "(men muttering in French)" "(guillotine slices)" "I knew we should have went to the Indies." "I told you before:" "Yellow fever, typhoid." "Much better off here, eh?" "(drum beating a march)" "Sir." "Have a look at this." "Look out for the lobsters." "(all chuckling)" "Oi, Oldroyd." "(cheering)" "I think we have been made fools of, Mr. Hornblower." "There is no army here, just a handful of frogs making idle sport." "I'm convinced the army is massed to the north, my lord." "We're facing the wrong way." "Did you speak to the colonel of this?" "The colonel?" "The village..." "it's just butchery." "I see." "In that case, I suggest we look to ourselves for command." "I think we have no choice, my lord." "Pellew:" "Come on, men!" "Pull!" "(men grunting, groaning)" "Pull!" "Pull!" "Hey, hey!" "Pull!" "Pull!" "Pull!" "There." "This expedition becomes more ill-fated by the moment, Mr. Hornblower." "(men yelling)" "Quickly now, bring those in." "I don't reckon they'll be back in a hurry." "Better off without them." "My lord, it seems the emigres have had enough." "They may lack discipline, Mr. Kennedy but those men are no cowards." "They are going to defend the village." "Will it hold, my lord?" "It might, for a while." "Mr. Hornblower is there now, organizing their defenses." "But as the commanding officer here" "I think there is little more we can do for these people." "You wish to retreat?" "I do, though it gives me no pleasure to say it." "We will take up a defensive position across the river." "Ready your men to blow the bridge." "At once, my lord." "Good." "What of Mr. Hornblower, my lord?" "We will give him as long as we can." "Let us hope he does not abandon his customary caution." "Bring it in!" "Quickly now!" "(man shouting orders in French)" "Vive le roi." "Man:" "Von!" "Non, laissez-moi!" "Colonel!" "Colonel!" "What?" "The enemy is massing on the edge of town." "Your men, they need you, sir." "(angrily):" "Very well." "Allons-y!" "Bon." "Uh, do we take the cannon, sir?" "No, it would take too long." "We spike them and then fall back." "Aye aye, sir." "Mr. Kennedy, sir, what do we do if the frogs get to the bridge?" "You heard the major:" "We blow it up." "Right, sir, and then what?" "Then, Styles, we withdraw to the beach and, uh, we hope for the best." "(drums beating)" "(yells):" "Feu!" "We've spiked the guns, sir and we've blown the trunnions off for good measure." "Well done, Matthews." "Edrington:" "Mr. Kennedy is the powder primed?" "It is, sir." "Then lay the fuse, if you will." "Aye aye, sir." "Lay the fuse." "(shouting, screaming)" "Colonel, we must withdraw." "Moncoutant:" "We need more men." "Send for Major Edrington's troops." "Colonel, our cause is lost!" "You must withdraw!" "I know you do not like me, Mr. Hornblower but this is my country." "Your fight may be over but mine cannot be so quickly abandoned." "I have left here once already." "I will not leave again!" "(men shouting, groaning;" "ongoing gunfire)" "Pellew:" "Pull!" "Pull!" "Come on, men, pull, pull together!" "Bracegirdle:" "Captain Pellew, sir we have a wind!" "Lay on your oars!" "(sailors groaning, gasping for breath)" "Recall the boats, Mr. Bracegirdle!" "Aye aye, sir." "(whispers):" "Pray god it's not too late." "Horatio!" "Horatio!" "Horatio!" "Man:" "Allez!" "Allez!" "All set, Matthews?" "Aye aye, sir." "I believe we are of the same mind, Mr. Kennedy." "Perhaps we might give it a few moments more, my lord." "I daresay Mr. Hornblower will surprise us yet." "Aye, sir." "If he is alive." "(mob yelling angrily)" "(Moncoutant screaming)" "Vite!" "You can climb down, no one will see you." "Do you suppose for one minute" "I would leave this place without you?" "Hurry!" "Come with me." "C'est la folie." "I won't leave without you." "(banging on door)" "All right, go on." "Man:" "Ouvre la porte!" "Ouvre la porte!" "(banging on door)" "Come on!" "Jump!" "(cries out)" "Ooh, mon pied!" "Are you all right?" "Ca va." "Come on." "Let me help you." "One, two, three." "(grunting)" "(screaming):" "Vive le roi!" "(wild cheering)" "Styles:" "Sir, we've not got much time left." "Let me do that, sir." "(scattered shooting;" "men yelling)" "Make ready!" "Horatio." "Edrington:" "Present!" "Hold your fire!" "(cries out)" "Give covering fire." "Fire!" "(sobbing wildly)" "(howling):" "No!" "Edrington:" "Mr. Kennedy!" "(weeping)" "Kennedy:" "Horatio." "It's no good, Horatio." "She's gone." "Come on." "Come on." "Edrington:" "Well, that should hold them for a while, at least." "Mr. Kennedy, we will retreat to the beach and make our stand from there." "Aye, my lord." "March the men off, S'arnt Major." "Sergeant:" "Shoulder arms!" "Mr. Kennedy." "Sergeant:" "Left turn!" "Quick march!" "Just look after him, will you?" "Of course." "Come, Horatio." "You did all you could." "(drums beating slow march)" "First company... hatt!" "Styles:" "Phew!" "That's lovely, that is." "Oldroyd:" "Well, take your pick:" "The devil or the deep blue sea." "Edrington:" "S'arnt, form the men up." "Colors to the rear." "Sergeant:" "Very well, sir." "Battalion will form line." "Five sections on the right." "Right way!" "March!" "I believe our old friends are upon us." "Bowles:" "Ahoy!" "One more step and I'll see you in hell." "Man:" "Not that frog." "That frog is a good frog." "Man:" "Bowlesy!" "(men cheer)" "Man:" "Good to see you." "Mr. Bowles." "(chuckling)" "I thought to see you gentlemen in Paris by now." "Welcome back, Mr. Bowles." "Front rank, make ready!" "Sergeant:" "Front rank, kneel!" "No one fancies a swim then, eh?" "Present!" "Fire!" "(men shouting, screaming)" "Oldroyd:" "It's the Indy!" "Atternate guns, fire!" "(horse neighs)" "(cheering)" "I think we are well done with this place, Mr. Hornblower." "Aye, my lord." "Well done, indeed." "My lord." "Where's your coat, Mr. Bowles?" "Welcome back, Mr. Hornblower" "Mr. Kennedy." "Mr. Hornblower!" "Your report in my cabin, if you please." "Aye aye, sir." "Sir, I must report the loss of six men and two cannon from the ship's company." "Not to mention our French allies." "Yes, sir." "If a captain loses his ship, Mr. Hornblower he must face a court-martial whatever the circumstances of his defeat." "Yes, sir." "And he must defend himself and his reputation, do I make myself clear?" "Yes, sir." "Well, man?" "Well?" "Sir, I have nothing to say." "The cannons were lost." "The men died." "And the royalist cause..." "A failure then... like the rest of this miserable expedition we've been engaged upon." "Yes, Mr. Hornblower." "I include myself." "What were we doing there, sir?" "We were not wanted." "We brought nothing but... destruction... death... and defeat." "Forgive me, sir." "It's all right, Mr. Hornblower." "It's all right." "Oh, come on, man, look at you." "Look at your new uniform." "What a sorry state." "Hardly the image we've come to expect, is it?" "Hmm?" "No, sir." "When we put on this uniform, Mr. Hornblower we entered into a life of adventure and adversity but above all, a life of duty." "A duty to our people, our king, our country but also, a duty to our men." "We must always be a source of inspiration to them, Mr. Hornblower." "And whatever may befall us... whatever... we must never forget we are officers in His Majesty's Navy." "Indeed, sir." "I am glad to see you safe, Mr. Hornblower." "And I to be back, sir." "[Captioning sponsored by AE TELEVISION NETWORKS" "Captioned by The Caption Center WGBH Educational Foundation]"