Mutiny (1952)

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Hail, ho!

Where away?

Right off the port bow.

It's a British Man of w*r.

Helm, starboard,
forward, take us back.

Come now, Captain.

You have Englishmen on board.

Would you be so good
as to muster your men?

As Master of this ship, I will
not stand for the impressment

of American seamen.

You have exactly
three minutes before we

blow you out of the water.

Line up your men.

Muster the crew.

Your name?

Edward Jones.

You were born in
Liverpool, weren't you?

Aye, but I'm an American.

I've lived in
Boston for over 20--

Born British, forever British.

That's His Majesty's law.

We cannot, as a nation
and free peoples,

stand idly by while American
sailors are dragged from

their ships and impressed
into British service,

never to see their families
or loved ones again.

The ocean that washes
these freedom loving shores

was meant to be free.

God created it that way.

And the right to sail upon
it should be limited only

by the skilled and
the daring and the men

who venture upon its teeth.

But what is the situation today?

At this very hour, a British
fleet lurks outside our harbor,

impressing our seamen,
commandeering our cargoes.

Gentlemen, I must
interrupt to bring you

a message of extreme importance
from the Congress of the United

States.

As of yesterday, June 18,
1812, between this country

and the United Kingdom of Great
Britain, a state of w*r exists.

Mr. Parsons, I must ask you for
the fastest ship out of Salem.

Ask Captain Marshall to
come to my office, please.

Yes sir.

Captain Marshall,
Mr. Parsons would

like to have a word with you.

He says it's urgent.

Hello, Caleb.

Thank you
for coming, Jim.

Colonel Rogers, this
is Captain Marshall.

How do you do, sir?

Good evening, sir.

The Colonel rode all
the way from New York.

Rode?
I flew.

There was daylight between
me and that saddle most

of the way.

Mr. Parsons tells me you're
the master of a fast ship.

Caleb should know.

He built her.

Jim, how soon could the Concord
be made ready for the sea?

24 hours.

Why?

A group of French citizens have
arranged to lend us 10 million

in gold.

Money is all that's
needed to build

a fleet to fight the British.

President Madison has ordered
us to send a ship to Le Havre

to get it.

Why don't the French
deliver it to us?

At the moment, France is
not at w*r with England.

This is a private loan,
subscribed by French citizens.

Their government dare
defend the British

by allowing a French
ship to carry the gold.

Can you do it?

There's a British fleet sitting
off Salem harbor right now.

And the French coast
will be blockaded

by the time you get there.

I'm not worried about
getting in, Colonel.

It's getting back with 10
million in gold bullion.

That's a big risk.

It's a risk that
must be taken, Jim.

It can mean the difference
between winning and losing

the w*r.

Now what about it?

We might be able to do it,
with the help of one man.

You better get the council in
here before I mention his name.

Jim!

Jim Marshall, well,
it can't be, man.

I heard you'd been
sunk with all hands.

I cried, man.

The room was awash
with my tears.

Oh, ladies, allow me to present
Captain Jim Marshall, who can

carry more sail, and in rougher
weather, than any master

afloat.

Don't forget who
taught me, Ben.

That's right, Jim.

Teacher and pupil, eh?

If you had
arrived a minute earlier

there would have
been a girl for you.

Suppose you scatter these
seagulls from your rigging.

I'd like to talk
to you seriously.

You have to go, ladies.

He's going to scold me.

You know, I didn't
tell you before, it's

a dark family secret,
but Captain Marshall is,

uh, really my grandfather.

Now, say goodbye to him.

Good night.

Who do they remind you of, Jim?

Nobody I know of.

Why?

Look again.

Can't you see the likeness?

To whom?

Why, to Leslie, who else?

Clarice here has her eyes.

Margot.

See the fine nose and the brow?

They're Leslie's.

And Myrtle, the
throat and shoulders.

Identical.

Good night, ladies.

You still
haven't forgotten her, Ben.

I forgot her four years
ago when she left me.

I only keep her
portrait to remind

me how well I've forgotten her.

What did you want
to see me about?

We're at w*r, Ben.

So that's what all that
noise and shouting was about.

They commissioned my ship
to run the British blockade.

I can't do it without your help.

I haven't had a deck under
my feet for two years.

Nobody wants to trust
a ship to a man who's

been cashiered from the Navy.

Even if it was the British Navy.

Master of my own ship again.

I bet the town council
squealed when my name came up,

didn't it?

What did you tell them, Jim?

That I know the tactics
of His Majesty's Navy

as well as Nelson himself?

That and more, Ben.

You can be sure you did, Jim.

Well, when do we sail?

What's our destination?

The Concord's loading now.

We leave at daybreak
for Le Havre.

We're picking up something.

To France?

Is
Leslie still there?

Yes, she's in Paris.

There might be a chance
for you to see her, Ben.

There's just one thing.

You won't be going
as ship's master.

You'll have to sail
as my first officer.

I see.

I'm sorry, I misunderstood.

Under the circumstances,
I must refuse.

Ben, I'd have been
proud to serve under you.

But the council
wouldn't hear of it.

Remind the council for me
that I was a captain at 22,

the youngest commander of a
ship in His Majesty's Navy.

It's a little late for me
to be taking first officer.

Ben, this country gave you
refuge when you needed it most.

It needs your help now.

You can't refuse.

Very well Jim.

I'll go on two conditions.

You give me time to see
Leslie when I get to France,

and I want the right to
pick my own g*n crew.

We'll not get through this
without a fight, you know.

Permission granted,
Mr. Waldridge.

Thank you, Captain.

We sail
with the tide tomorrow night.

Get your crew and
stow your gear aboard.

The crew's below.

All I have to do
is sober them up.

As for my gear--

First Officer Benjamin
Waldridge reporting, sir.

Hook, where are you?

Sykes, Redlegs, Feversham.

Hook, you're drunk.

No sir, the grog's
not yet been brewed

that can unsober the old Hook.

Line the men up.

I want to talk to them.

Aye, aye, sir.

All right, you
men, on your feet!

Mr. Redlegs.

You're drunk!

I'm real disappointed in you.

All right, fall in over there.

All right, you
lubbers, on your feet!

Master, gunner and crew
ready and able for duty, sir.

It's a pleasure to see you can
still enjoy yourselves, men.

But now we have
business to attend to.

Business that will take you
off the beach for awhile.

Have them aboard the Concord
at Derby Wharf within an hour,

and sober enough to meet
their new commander,

Captain Marshall.

You're not going
with us, Captain?

I'm sailing as first officer
in charge of g*n crew.

Any further questions?

You're second in
command, Captain?

You heard me.

You're in charge, Hook.

Gear the men up and
get them aboard.

Aye, aye, sir.

All right, boys, to the ship.

And them that's tardy will
feel the weight of this.

What's he up to?

Huh?

Second in command?

That's not like Waldridge.

And who is this goody two
shoes, Captain Marshall?

Now ain't you the
suspicious one, Mr. Redlegs.

Don't the Captain always take
good care of his old shipmates?

I tell you, it don't
add up straight.

I say trust the Captain.

He makes more sense
crazy drunk than most

men does sane and sober.

Something's fishy and I
don't mean the finny kind.

A blockade to run and no
mention of destination or cargo.

If the Captain has
got something up,

he'll let us know
sooner or later.

In the meantime, stow
that talk and turn to.

There it is.

Move it down there, Hook.

What do you make of
this contraption, here?

Why, ain't you never
heard the Captain

speak of his submersible?

Oh, yes, I have,
but I thought it

was the grog that was talking.

You mean this wooden tub
can travel under the water?

Like a runaway mackerel.

Two men sits inside
and works these here

propellers with foot pedals.

They breathe through
them long pipes.

It's against nature.

Wild seahorses couldn't drag
me inside that devil's coffin.

Sail underneath
the water indeed.

Why, it's un-Christian.

Captain Marshall,
boarding's completed, sir.

Fog couldn't be thicker
if we'd oiled it.

We must lose this tide.

Shove off.

No lights to be shone,
no bells to be sound.

We'll try and
drift through them.

Aye, sir.

And Mr. Hackett, not
a sound out of anyone.

I'll log the first man jack
that so much as whispers.

No smell of British, yet.

In this fog, they'll
stand well off cape end.

That's a British
ship, no doubt of it.

Lead helm, quarter point.

Steady, son.

Mr. Hackett, push
all men to shrouds.

Have them ready-make full
sail when I give the word.

Warn them to be silent.

Every sound carries in this fog.

Captain, there's a large
ship approaching toward us

just off the starboard bow.

Helm, hard down.

Helm, hard down.

We'll have to run for it, Ben.

I know that ship.

We're hopelessly outgunned.

What about that
underwater craft of yours?

Oh, they'd be on us before
we had time to launch it.

I've an idea of how to
cr*pple it without a fight.

She's directly abeam,
about 100 yards.

You'll hear her directly
when you're in the water.

Make straight for the rudder.

You can swim faster
than she's moving.

You'll be sure to
wait for me, Captain?

Sound the
bell once after the expl*si*n.

That'll do it.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Ahoy!

Answer that, Ben.

British sloop Mermaid,
Captain Cavanaugh

with supplies from Canada.

What ship is that?

Don't sound it again.

Ship close off the
starboard beam, there.

Away!

We did it!

--just spotted three
British ships off the stern.

They'll close
formation and box us in.

Full sail and hold her close.

You have your orders Mr. Potter.

Excuse me, sir.

Captain Marshall is in command.

We can't stay here, Jim.

We got to wait for our man.

Sound the bell once.

But you'll be giving
our position away.

I gave my word, Ben.

We've got to get
away from here.

One bell.

You're jeopardizing
the entire mission.

Everything is
ready to move, sir.

There's Redlegs now.

Throw him a line.

Mr. Hackett, full sail.

Course north, lay it close.

Well done, Redlegs.

Thank you, Captain.

Thank you for waiting for me.

Take him below,
see to his cuts.

Aye, sir.

Jim.

If I may so, that was
a stupid risk to take.

Under the circumstances,
I felt it was necessary.

But the entire
mission was at stake.

You jeopardized the ship
and its crew for one man.

I gave my word.

He risked his life.

But this is w*r, man.

Even w*r doesn't relieve
us of our responsibilities

to our fellow man.

But--

Let's leave it
that way, shall we?

Come on below.

We'll chart a course.

What's she making?

14 knots.

She's a fast one.

You men can turn in.

Anybody talk to Waldridge, yet?

No.

Why?

The whisper is we're
bound for France.

Well, that's logical.

A secret mission in wartime?

Sailing without cargo?

Don't you want to know why?

Not especially.

I know how to find out.

How?

The Captain's cabin
is directly below.

Hang over the side
and have a look.

I'll give you a whistle
if anyone comes.

What about one of these
little fishing villages?

You're right.

After getting through the
British fleet at Le Havre,

our biggest worry
will be getting

this gold bullion aboard.

Can't hide 10 million gold
in your pockets, you know.

We'll worry about that
when we come to it.

What is it?

What did you hear?

10 million in gold bullion.

Gold bullion?

Where?

We're picking it up in France.

I heard it with my own two ears.

10 millions.

Wait till the boys hear this.

Let's not be too
hasty, Mr. Redlegs.

We can tell the boys anytime.

First, we ought to have a
little chat with the Captain.

If he wants to play square
with us, well, good.

But if he dupes us?

Captain.

What is this?

If you two men want to see me,
why don't you come to my cabin?

Beg your pardon, Captain.

It might look a bit suspicious,
what with that Captain Marshall

bobbing in and out.

Hook and me knows our place.

Don't we, Hook?

That we does indeed, sir.

Nothing like the Navy to
teach a man his proper place.

What are you two getting at?

Hook and me has it
figured like this, Captain.

Should there be any
trouble in the quarterdeck

before this voyage is
finished, we'd like you

to know whose side we're on.

And that goes for the
others and the g*n crew too.

What makes you think there'll
be trouble on the quarterdeck?

Two captains is bad
luck for any ship, see?

And 10 millions in gold.

Anything can happen when
there's gold aboard ship, sir.

How many of you
know about this?

Only me and Redlegs, sir.

That's all.

If you mention this to anyone,
I'll have you out for conniving

and mutiny, do you understand?

You can trust us, sir.

Never a whisper.

Not even to my own mother.

I'm quiet as the grave.

Millions.

Five million divided by two,
three, four, six, seven, eight.

Hey, stand away!

Give him air.

Can't you see the man's
sailing uncharted waters.

Give him air to
breathe in there.

One, two, three, four,
five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three, four, five--

What is it you need, matey?

Can I help you?

Hook, lift up my feet.

I'll need my toes to
mathematic this out.

Here, use these.

No hook.

Good as five fingers any day.

I never mathematiced
in the millions before.

All hands on
deck, you lubbers!

Mate says all hands
aloft to take in sail.

That's ordinary seaman's work.

Let the ordinary
seamen tend to it.

I'll deliver your
message to the mate.

He'll have an answer
for you too, with a cat.

We'll go aloft.

It's best not to attract
any attention to ourselves.

Besides, we wouldn't want
anything to happen to the ship

now, would we mateys?

You sure you don't
want some of the crew

to go ashore with you, sir?

Captain Waldridge and I
will manage by ourselves.

If we're not back by Friday,
midnight, send as many crewmen

as you can spare.

Tell them to inquire at the
mayor's house in Le Havre.

Aye, sir.

Just the two of them
to fetch all that gold?

I can't figure it.

You think we can
trust Waldridge?

Captain needs us.

Can't take the ship without us.

Don't worry, Redlegs.

I don't worry about Waldridge.

It's that goody two
shoes Captain Marshall.

He may talk soft, but
he's tough underneath.

Wait until he
runs up against us.

The Hook will soften him.

Aye.

Any sign of them yet?

Not a speck.

84 hours.

They should've been back by now.

Muster a longboat crew.

We'll have to go to Le Harvre.

That was Captain's orders.

Take a couple of
Waldridge's gunners.

They'll come in handy
if there's trouble.

Any of
Waldridge's g*n crew here?

Mr. Potter, the high
and mighty g*n crew

of Captain Waldridge, they
won't even associate with us

common seamen.

Won't even eat with us.

Oh, they're a dainty lot.

Well, where are they?

Soon as they were
relieved of duty,

they jumped below to gamble.

Gamble?

What with?

I've seen them bet a thousand
gold on the turn of a card.

They take it serious too.

Redlegs keeps an account of
who's winning and who's losing.

They must be getting
into the grog.

Andrews, go below.

Fetch Hook and some of his
men to man the longboat.

You wishes to see
me, Mr. Feversham?

First I'll double my wager.

5,000 gold sovereigns.

Mark it down, 5,000
gold sovereigns.

And now Mr. Feversham,
I'll double you.

10,000.

What have I got
due me in the book?

Your original
share was 100,000.

You're now down to, uh, 50,000.

10,000 more.

-You can't do it.
-Why can't I?

It's my gold.

It was agreed that
no man could gamble

away more than half his share.

Otherwise, you might
lose interest in taking

part in the small mutiny.

I don't want to hear that
ugly word spoke again.

What makes you so sure
we'll get the gold?

Was you looking for
something, Mr. Andrews?

Was you eavesdropping,
Mr. Andrews?

That's not nice.

I didn't hear a thing.

The Hook here says
you heard every word.

You can't let him go.

Let's cut him in.

Would you like to come
in with us, Mr. Andrews?

Sure, sure.

I'll go along with you.

But Hook, the
shares are so even.

I'll have to mathematic
them all over again.

I won't talk.
You can trust me.

I won't say a word.

What brought you down below?

I was just thirsty, that's all.

Drink!

Drink!

And now, Mr. Feversham, before
we was so rudely interrupted,

you was wagering what?

It's your game, Hook.

Yeah.

He'll be washed
overboard tonight.

All hands on deck!

Let's go.

It's them.

They're being overtaken.

Hook, clear away a g*n.

They're gaining on us.

Why don't they cover it?

Get down there!

Up!

All right, hurry it up.

Depress a point, hurry!

Up!

It must be in the chests.

Aye, the chests.

Rig a hoist, get
that boat aboard.

Stow the anchor and
the cable marker.

Aye, sir.

That was a close
squeeze, ma'am.

Are you all right?

Get her below, Ben.

My trunk, it'll be all right?

The men will bring it aboard.

and make full sail.

Set a course south by west.

Stay close to the shore line.
Our friends may be back.

Aye, sir.

Oh, my darling.

I can't believe it.

Leslie, Leslie.

How often I've spoken
that name and you

weren't there to answer.

You know what I thought when
those English agents were

f*ring on us?

I thought we were going
to die, but at least

we'll die together.

Don't ever leave
me again, Leslie.

Never again.

I'm so proud of you.

This is such a beautiful ship.

We'll be able to
start all over again.

Make a new life for
ourselves in America.

We're getting underway.

I better go up on deck.

I've got to change my dress.

When next you see me, I
shall be so beautiful you

won't recognize me.

Excuse me.

I'll need you on deck to
help with the navigation.

I'll be right up.

If we stay close in,
they may not spot us.

It'll be a miracle
if they don't.

The coast is alive
with British agents.

I want to thank you, ma'am.

We'd never reach the people
we had to without your help.

I regret having to
bring you aboard.

As soon as it's safe we'll lower
a longboat and have you return.

I expect Captain
Waldridge hasn't

had time to tell
you, Mr. Marshall,

but I'm not going ashore.

I'm making the trip with you.

That's impossible, ma'am.

As soon as it's
safe we'll have--

Jim.

With the British squadron
breathing down our necks,

I think our first concern--

Just a minute.

Since when does
Captain Waldridge take

orders from his first officer?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'm in command of this
ship, not Captain Waldridge.

On this voyage, I
volunteered as first officer.

Why didn't you
tell me in Le Havre?

Jim, if you put
Leslie ashore, you'll

have to put me ashore with her.

I'll hold you by
force, if necessary.

It will be necessary.

You'll please get ready, ma'am.

So the mighty Captain
Waldridge is now taking

orders from a school boy.

Leslie, it was the only
way I could get to see you.

And what of the great new
life we were going to have?

On what?

A first officer's pay?

Go ahead.

Have a drink, Captain Waldridge.

Have two.

Drown your sorrows
like a common seaman,

but it won't wash down
the lies you told me.

I did it because I love you.

Was it love back
there in Le Havre

when you talked like King Midas?

Millions, you had.

Have another drink.

Maybe it'll refresh your memory.

Please, Leslie,
you've said enough.

Have I?

For you, perhaps.

Not for me.

I'm getting off this boat
and out of your life forever.

Go ahead.

This time, I won't
try and stop you.

Go away!

Brought your trunks
down for you, ma'am.

Well, you can take them
right back up again.

I'm leaving.

Didn't you hear me?

I said take them back on deck.

Aren't you going
to open them, ma'am?

You can trust us, ma'am.

Close as that to Captain
Waldridge we are.

Get out of here before
I have you both flogged.

I wouldn't call if
I was you, ma'am.

A pretty throat.

I'd hate to have it catch
on the hook accidental like.

Let's open them up, Redlegs.

We'll see for ourselves.

You're insane, both of you.

We're bilked.

I knew it.

A thousand years of
the blackest luck.

You must have brought
it on board with you.

Where is it?

You wouldn't have
sailed without it.

I don't know what
you're talking about.

Where is what?

The gold.

10 millions of it.

The gold we made this
blasted trip for.

So that's what he
was talking about.

Then you do know about it.

Of course.

I thought it was only talk.

If it's not in the
trunks, where is it?

Well, it must be on board.

They got whatever
they went ashore for.

I heard them say so.

Did you lose an anchor
on the way across?

What did you do with the
one you brought aboard?

Stowed in the forward locker.

Can we see it?

We can try, but it isn't
a place for a lady to go.

If that anchor's what I think
it is, I can forget I'm a lady.

Gold!

10 million in gold.

You're dirty, you smell of tar
and haven't shaved in weeks,

but I think I love you both.

Being a true
seafaring man, anchors

has always been my weakness.

Change course.

West by south, quarter south.

West by south,
quarter south, sir.

I'm sorry about Leslie, Ben.

Everything happens for
the best in this best

of all possible worlds.

Maybe she can join you later.

Leslie will do what's
best for Leslie.

She's preparing to
return to Paris now.

Lights off the starboard
bow, low down on the horizon!

There goes another beacon.

They've got us
spotted, all right.

They're signaling
the British squadron.

We better head
south, where there's

plenty of room to run for it.

Go below, Ben, and
chart us a course.

Keep us a close as you
can to the shoreline.

Maybe we can lose
them by daybreak.

Yes?

Ben?

Ben, I've looked all
over the place for you.

The first officer of
the ship's a busy man.

I'm sorry, Ben, I've hurt you.

I'm sorry.

I didn't mean to, it was
just the disappointment.

We had such wonderful
plans together for America.

Won't you forgive me, Ben?

Please.

That's unimportant.

I was wrong.

I have no right to ask
you to love a failure.

I'll not hear you say that.

You're not a failure.

You're my captain.

Oh, we've had such
wonderful dreams

and plans for the future.

I want to help you make
those dreams come true.

It's too late.

Marshall's going
to put you ashore

at the first safe moment.

Darling, you
underestimate women.

Captain Marshall is
at a disadvantage.

Now, if you were
captain of this ship,

and I asked you very prettily
not to put me ashore,

could you refuse me?

Your prisoner has
escaped, Captain.

Not my prisoner,
only my guest, ma'am.

Oh, is it American
politeness to order

their guests from the house?

Sit them down where their
enemies can destroy them?

The responsibility
of this ship,

its crew, and a very important
mission are in my hands.

I have to guard
against all hazards.

Am I such a hazard?

The ship in wartime is
hardly the place for a woman.

A woman's place in w*r or out
is beside the man she loves.

Have you ever loved
anyone, Captain?

So much so that
every day, every hour

spent apart from that
person isn't living at all?

I'm very happy for Ben's
sake that you've learned

to care for him so deeply.

He went to pieces
pretty badly when

you left him four years ago.

Because I was wrong
four years ago that

I want to be right this time.

He needs me desperately.

You're his friend.

It's in your power to help him.

He's started to drink already.

I'll arrange for you
to join him in America

when the w*r is over.

Beyond that, there's
nothing I can do.

Sail ho!

Where away?

Bearing five at the
starboard quarter, sir.

She's a big one.

She's coming fast.

Looks like 74 g*n.

Left, quarter point, steady so.

Left, quarter point.

She's The Aurora, fastest
ship in the general fleet.

It couldn't be worse.

-Can we outrun it?
-In this wind?

Not a chance.

Clear the deck for action.

General quarters there.

Aye, sir.

Come on, take a
look at the chart.

We can't reach open sea.

We've got 10 hours of
daylight ahead of us.

They got our rigging.

Look here, Jim.

Look at this reef.

Tousaw Shoals, it's called.

It's about four
miles south of us.

We're here.

12 years ago, the
ship I commanded

struck bottom here
in open water.

Part of an uncharted reef.

I checked every admiralty chart.

They showed 12 fathoms,
but I hit bottom at three.

I suggest that we
head for the shoals

and turn suddenly as
if striking out to sea.

The Aurora will cut
across to intercept us.

Our only hope is
if we get through

and she sticks on the reef.

Will The Aurora draw enough
water to strike bottom?

Well, a ship of her class draws
about 18 feet, probably more.

We're drawing less than 12.

We've got to risk it.

I'll have a leadsman
take us down there--

If we get that bow
down out of action,

she'll never make the shoals.

Mr. Potter!

Make this one count,
Hook, with all.

Good work, Hook!

Five the mark!

--full
of water, Captain.

I know.

We'll be beached.

Hold your course.

By the deep, four!

We have about
five minutes, then

she'll be close enough to
hit us with the broadside.

And a half four!

By the deep, three!

The Aurora can't
get through here.

Can we?

It struck!

She's over.

She's almost on us.

In another minute she'll
be within broadside range.

Mr. Hackett, bring her about.

Helm, hard down!

Helm, hard down!

Braces intact.

Lighten the ship!

Over the side with the g*ns.

They're no good to us now.

Over with it.

Every pound counts.

Loosen the g*n shackles.

Let her go in the next row, her
own weight will carry her over.

Goodbye.

Stand clear!

Haul away!

We're over the
reef, hold her so!

Hold her so!

If she stays on course,
she'll be on the reef

before she can fire again.

May I propose a toast to our
very beautiful and charming

guest, who once
and for all dispels

the ancient lie that a woman
aboard ship brings bad luck.

Hear, hear.

I accept your gallant
tribute, Captain,

in the name of all women.

I the success of our venture.

Now it's my turn.

But instead of a toast, it
becomes my unpleasant duty

to reprimand Captain Marshall.

Today he did a
very foolish thing.

At the risk of losing his
ship and his own life,

he saved mine.

Captain Marshall, the action
you took today to save one

crew member was unwarranted.

However, all I can
say is thank you, Jim.

The reprimand is acknowledged.

The thanks are
out of order, Ben.

You'd have done the same for me.

Would I?

I wonder.

Ben, there may be some doubt
in your mind, but believe me,

there's none in mine.

Starboard watch on deck.

I'm afraid that's me.

I'll you'll excuse me.

I'll leave you two to carry on.

You've grown very fond
of Captain Marshall,

haven't you, Ben?

Why not?

He reminds me of my youth.

Once I too had plans
for the future.

The admiralty used to say
I'd command a fleet one day.

That was yesterday.

I'm thinking of
tomorrow and lots

of tomorrows for you and me.

Here's to tomorrow.

You must not let friendship
interfere with you plans.

You mentioned
plans once before.

Just what plans are
you referring to?

Oh, don't be
allusive, my darling.

All those golden promises
you made to me in Paris.

I'm going to hold you to them.

Don't you think it was
a little bit strange

that I didn't go ashore?

I found out about the anchor.

Who told you?

Your Mr. Hook isn't as
secretive as you are.

I'll stretch his neck for this.

Don't be hasty.

We may need his help.

Leslie, I admit I did
consider such a plan,

but I'm not going
through with it.

I bet you change your mind.

Have you grown soft?

I've grown tired of
living under a cloud,

being known at every port as
the captain who stole a ship's

payroll to pay a woman's debts.

This voyage will
give me a new chance.

The United States trusts me.

Once back in Salem,
I'll have recognition.

We can start a new life there.

Are you blind?

Recognition of whom?

Captain Marshall's in
command of this ship.

He's the hero of this mission.

You're only the first officer.

He'll get everything,
you'll get nothing.

There's honor
enough for everyone.

Jim will share with
me, I know he will.

Haven't you enough sense to
know when you're being used?

Could he have
succeeded without you?

Who saved the ship for
him back there when

the British had him trapped?

And who saved my life?

Was it worth saving, Ben?

You said yourself you
couldn't live without me.

Well, I can't live without
the things that make

a woman's life worth living.

Take your choice, Ben.

10 million in gold
and me or nothing?

It's madness.

The only mad thing would be
to give up without trying.

You had a plan once, you
must go through with it.

That's in the fire now, Ben.

The Hook has told the others.

They're awaiting your command.

It's too late to stop them now.

If we should
fail, hanging isn't

a pretty death, my Leslie.

We've waited too long
for such a chance.

To talk of failure now.

I'll go find Hook.

We'll be at the
Azores tomorrow night.

I say we take the
ship right there.

We still have miles
of the ocean to cross.

Should we meet a British
ship or run into a gale,

we would be short handed.

I don't like this
stalling, Captain.

I don't like this interference.

Either we do it my
way or not at all.

What's your plan, Captain?

We'll proceed this way.

Marshall will sail from the
Azores following this route.

At this point he'll
change course and pick up

the Northeast trades to Salem.

There's only one logical
place to take over the ship.

This is it.

That makes good sense to me.

How are you disposing
of the anchor?

We'll melt it down and
use brokers in Havana.

What happens to
Captain Marshall?

You leave Marshall to me.

Anything else?

Come on, Hook.

We stood with Captain
Waldridge before.

I stand with him now.

You better do the same.

Agreed.

Get back to your watch.

We're about 150 miles
from the Bahamas.

We've got to change
course, proceed north.

We'll hold our present course
until midnight, then change.

We've got a stark wind
with us that's not losing.

Five days and we'll
be off Salem harbor.

It'll be good to be back, Ben.

Yeah.

You know, something
has been bothering me.

What's that?

Well, you've done
your share, Ben.

It should have been
a joint command.

When we ride into Salem harbor
that's the way I want it to be.

I can't accept.

I insist, Ben.

Excuse me, Captain.

Pivot's jammed on
one of the deck g*ns.

You'd better have a look at it.

I won't have it
any other way, Ben.

See how you feel
about it tomorrow.

Where's she jammed?

Nothing's jammed, sir.

Everything's
shipshape, Captain.

We're in the Bahamas.

When do we change our course?

Eight bells.

It'll be dark tonight.

What's the signal?

I'll give it to you.

Give it to us now, Captain.

At eight bells,
I'll take the watch.

That's the signal.

Good enough.

Ben?

Leave me be, Leslie.

We're going on
in a few minutes.

I know.

Then what are you
worrying about?

The men are well armed.

It'll go like clockwork.

I know.

You won't be sorry, Ben.

With this ship we can sail to
the far east, to Singapore.

With the gold we can buy
ourselves a new future.

One night's work and
it's all ours, Ben.

Hurry, Ben.

Let's go.

On deck, Captain!

Quick, there's a mutiny!

Hold a course, half east.

Half east.

Captain Waldridge,
your men are on mutiny!

Ben, call off your
men or I'll sh**t.

Sykes, hold her so.

Ben, what have you done?

Take him below.

This is better than grog, huh?

Aye, we must have
a stock in this.

Sykes, you look like
a real gentleman.

Come in, Leslie.

Meet your new ship's officers.

Get them out of here, Ben.

Please!

You heard the lady.

Back to the ,
both of you, go on!

You too.

Me?

I'm second mate now.

You are, are you?

First Officer Hook, your
humble servant, your ladyship.

I don't think your men
impressed the lady, Hook.

They're good boys, Captain.

Just a little
excited, that's all.

I'll keep them under control.

Chuck the grog overboard.

I want every man sober.

Collect all the firearms and
lock them back in the armory.

Rig a flogging post.

The first man to break
an order gets 20 lashes.

Hop to it.

Aye, sir.

What have you
done with Marshall?

He's in irons.

And the crew?

They're in irons
too, down in the hole.

What are you going
to do with them later?

When we get to Havana,
I'll release them.

And Marshall?

He'll get the same
treatment as the others.

He's not the same
as the others.

They've only lost their
freedom for a little while.

He's lost his ship.

He'll never forget.

Are you suggesting I k*ll him?

Let him live, he'll k*ll you.

He'll have to find us first.

We'll be on the other
side of the world.

He'll never give up
until he does find you.

You know that as well as I do.

I'll take my chances.

Hook and the others,
they're not squeamish.

If you don't k*ll
him, they will.

Just checking to see if Captain
Marshall was comfortable, sir.

Go ahead, Ben.

Get it over with.

What are you waiting for?

I want no witnesses.

Get out that port.

Here's a compass.

We're 50 miles from
shore, west, northwest.

There's a plank,
there's a paddle.

You've one chance in a thousand.
Take it.

From now on we're even.

You just hanged yourself, Ben.

I beg your pardon for ever
having doubted you, Captain.

Hey, Pete!

Hey, Joe, go get Pa.

Where am I?

You be near Buford, Georgia.

How long?

Oh, almost a week now.

I've been unconscious
all that time?

You'd rouse and rave a
little, then fall sleep.

We notified the
Navy like you said.

Now, now there.

You've got to rest.

You're in no condition to move.

Hey Pa, they're coming!

Are you Captain James Marshall?

Yes.

Of the American ship Concord?

Yes, sir,

I have orders to bring you
before a board of inquiry

in the shortest time possible.

Captain, while we
argue, Waldridge

is slipping away with the gold.

I've got my orders,
Captain Marshall.

Are you suggesting
that I disobey them?

I'm suggesting you
save 10 million in gold.

There's only one place
Waldridge can dispose of it.

Brokers in Havana.

He's probably there already.

He'd have to stop
at some island

in order to melt
the anchor down.

But he's got a week on us.

Half that time would be
spent melting the gold down.

Besides, his crew
is short handed.

If we set about now
we can intercept it.

What do you think, Mr. Stone?

Washington's been
b*rned by the British.

We need that gold desperately.

What have we got to lose, sir?

I beg of you, set about now.

It may mean the
winning of the w*r.

Set a new course.

South by a quarter west.

Aye, sir.

That'll bring her up at Havana.

Thank you.

Ahoy!

Have you spotted a.

five
days ago, heading southwest.

Five days?

That's a tremendous head start.

Alert the crew.

Proceed at full sail.

If this wind holds we'll holds,
we'll still have a chance.

It'll have to.

Waldridge won't dare
sail into Havana openly.

No broker will touch
that gold before it's

melted down into ingots.

He'll put into an
island some place.

Caribbean's full
of little islands.

Like looking for a
needle in a haystack.

Most of them are inhabited.

He'll put into one that isn't.

That's where we'll have to look.

Land off the starboard beam!

Any sign of her?

She was sighted three
days ago off Lamba Island.

Direct on course to Havana.

Havana's a two day voyage.

We can never overtake her.

Well, there's still a chance.

The British Man
of w*r Britannica

is guarding the
harbor to Havana.

She's an 80 gunner.

Waldridge could
never get past her.

There are dozens of small
bays all along the Cuban coast

that she could slip into.

What do you think
Waldridge will do?

Lamba.

Lamba's uninhabited.

It'd be good anchorage,
an ideal place

for him to melt the
anchor down unobserved.

Well, it's as good
as guess as any.

Mr. Stone, set course for Lamba.

Aye, sir.

When did you see this
big ship off Lamba Island?

Only yesterday.

I got her name too.

What was it?

The "Sea Spray."

First thing Waldridge would
do would be to change her name.

Did you board her?

They wouldn't let me board her.

I tried to sell them some fish,
but all they wanted was grog.

Was there an
Englishman among them?

No.

But when they found
out I had no grog,

they cursed like
a pack of pirates.

Especially a big fellow
with a hook on his arm.

Oh, he had a mean tongue.

That's The Concord, all right.

There will be a
full moon tonight.

It's going to be difficult
to take them by surprise.

May not be as
difficult as we think.

How much grog have
you got aboard?

That's the last of them.

See that it's all
stored below proper.

Gold's all aboard, Captain.

We'll be shipshape
in about an hour.

Why didn't you
put that fire out?

Well, it got too big.

It'll burn itself out.

The Britannica's
in these waters.

I want no chances taken.

She may spot us.

Put the fire out.

We'll be out of here
by 8 bells, Captain.

Not in this calm.

We won't have a breeze
until morning tide.

What's another night with
10 million in the hold?

I want a strong
hand kept on the men.

Don't let up on the discipline.

Post a double watch on
deck and on the prisoners.

About those prisoners, Captain.

How long are we
going to carry them?

We'll drop them outside
of Havana harbor.

Could drop them here.

That's an order.

Aye, sir.

Where'd you get
the cheroot, Hook?

Compliments of the Captain.

Yes, when he wasn't looking.

You insinuating I'm a thief?

Why, no, Hook.

Everyone knows you've
got a fine character.

We're all fine characters.

Yeah.

You wait until we
split up our shares.

I'll show you how
a gentleman lives.

Hook!

That fisherman is
hauled to again.

Tell him to go sink himself.

Said he's got grog.

Grog?

Keep a weather eye
out for the Captain.

Mhm.

What are you selling this time?

You said you wanted grog.

It's real.

Come on up.

Oh, no.

I want my money first.

And none of those
lead bullions either.

Will you take gold?

Aha, gold's my pleasure.

Fetch him an ingot.

A small one.

It's against
Captain's orders, Hook.

Oh, who's going to
miss one small ingot?

Get going.

Ben.

What's happened to the men?

I had the grog thrown overboard
the night we took the ship.

Must have hidden some.

Down.

I'll go no more a roving
with you fair maid.

A roving, a roving, since
roving's been my ruin--

Look out!

Drop your arms!

All right, you scum.

Get in line.

That's all of them?

All that's still alive, sir.

Where's Waldridge?

He went below.

Come on.

Marshall, he caught up with us.

Marshall?

You mean he isn't dead?

Oh, you fool, you idiot!

I don't have time to
talk about that now.

We still have a chance, come on.

Call off your men!

Call off your men or I'll blow
this ship all over the ocean.

Take the men above.

Aye, sir.

Unless I have your
word Leslie and I will

be set free in the Bahamas--

I can't do that, Ben.

You have five seconds
to save this ship

and its crew and cargo.

Ben, if you
surrender, I promise

you that Leslie will go free.

No charges will be
brought against her.

Oh, Ben, let me go free.

We don't both have to die.

Your five seconds are up.

No, wait, Ben!

Have you forgotten?

We were going to be together
always, in everything.

You don't want to
leave me now, do you?

Oh, please, Ben.
Do you love me?

I do.

Too much to part
with you, my darling.

Oh, Ben, please, let me live!

Please, please, I
want to live, Ben.

Captain Marshall, the British!

The Britannica, sir.

She's driving off The Juniper
and blockading the harbor.

She'll be sailing
after us next.

Did you hear, Ben?

A British ship.

We're saved!

How long before she gets to us?

We're in shallow water now,
but the tide's coming fast.

I'd say about three hours.

You may as well surrender,
Captain Marshall.

Have the crew stand by,
ready to scuttle the ship.

Aye, sir.

No, no!

The British will never
take my ship or its cargo.

Leslie!

Potter, get the men off
the ship as soon as you can.

Aye, sir.

Guard!

Guard!

Aye, Captain?

Did you give Captain
Marshall my message?

-Aye, Captain.
-Then why doesn't he come?

He be kind of busy, Captain.

But don't worry, he
won't leave you down

here when he sinks the ship.

But if you get him
before it's too late,

he may not have to sink her.

Did you tell him
what I said, that he

may not have to scuttle?

Here he be.

Tell him yourself.

Oh, Jim!

Jim!

Did the guard tell you?

You've got one chance,
one chance in a hundred

to save your ship.

I can't make any
deals with you, Ben.

This time you
can't help yourself.

That submersible
on deck was made

for an emergency like this.

If you can get it in operation
while it's still dark,

there's a chance you can
knock out The Britannica.

We haven't got
anybody to run it.

You've got me,
Captain Marshall.

You can't do it without me.

One chance in a hundred,
but if it succeeds,

you save your ship, not
to mention 10 million

in gold bullion.

What do you say, Jim?

Guard, open up.

Follow us in.

After the expl*si*n, pick us up.

Aye, sir.

These propellers should push
us along at about two knots.

This valve will let in
enough water balance

to keep us a few feet
under the surface.

We have to breathe through
these two air vents.

We'll make contact with
The Britannica's hull.

Light the fuse in this
torpedo, ram it into the hull,

then pedal backwards
for our lives.

How far can we get
before she blows?

About a hundred feet.

That doesn't give
us much leeway.

It's enough.

It'll have to be.

Lower the hatch.

A sea going coffin I calls it.

Afraid you're right.

We should make contact with The
Britannica in about 17 minutes.

We'll have to submerge
for the rest of the way.

Raise the hatch and get
a fix on our direction.

We have three quarter east.

- Hold it!
- directly ahead.

We're ready to submerge now.

Set the torpedo.

What's our distance?

About 500 feet.

Watch the compass
and keep us on course.

We should reach The
Britannica in 120 seconds.

Still headed to
ships.

Stand by.

We'll make contact any second.

Get set.

Ram her!

We can't surface.

The hatch!

When she fills up, swim for it!

Ben!

Ben!

We'll be home in Salem
before nightfall, Captain.

I'm filling out the
log of The Concord.

I've written Captain Waldridge
d*ed in the course of duty.

Aye, aye, sir.

Aye.

Thank you.