Ioan Gruffudd credited as playing...
Midshipman Horatio Hornblower
- [Hornblower and Styles bring Davey into the surgery, with his lower leg shot away. The doctor is treating Lt. Chadd]
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: This man needs help!
- Dr. Hepplewhite: I'll attend to him presently.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Lt. Chadd, may I inquire as to the nature of your injury, sir?
- Lt. Chadd: Splinter.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Sir, this man is from my division...
- Dr. Hepplewhite: He'll take his turn like all the rest!
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: [shouting] Well, damn it, if he's not seen to now, he'll bleed to death!
- Lt. Chadd: Mr. Hornblower...!
- [a scream from Davey cuts him off]
- Lt. Chadd: ...He's right, Hepplewhite. I can wait.
- Dr. Hepplewhite: Very well.
- Midshipman Jack Simpson: [after Horatio interrupts his attack on Archie] We were just catching up on old times, Mr. Hornblower.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: These are new times, Mr. Simpson. You have no hold over us here.
- Capt. Forget: [Holding a pistol on Hornblower] The chart and the compass - if you please!
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: [after giving him the chart, Hornblower slowly and deliberately drops the compass overboard] Fish for it!
- Capt. Keene: It is a sure opportunity for advancement, for distinction, for prize money!
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: It is the opportunity of a lifetime, sir, and I thank you for it, but...
- Capt. Keene: Any ambitious young officer would jump at the chance to serve on a frigate!
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: I know, sir. But you accepted me here as midshipman, and of course I must stay with you.
- Capt. Keene: Not many young men would have said that, Mr. Hornblower. I am very touched by your loyalty, even though I won't live to appreciate it.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: But...
- Capt. Keene: No, please don't interrupt! Youth and quick wits belong where they will be rewarded, not on a Channel groper with a dying captain.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Sir?
- Capt. Keene: A midshipman's share of prize money is not much, I grant you, but at last you can start to repay the debt you owe your father. It is the good of the service I have in mind, Mr. Hornblower... when I insist that you take up this posting.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Aye, aye, sir.
- Lt. Eccleston: [Lying bleeding under a fallen mast] Where's Mr. Chad?
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: I regret that Lt. Chad is dead , sir.
- Lt. Eccleston: [sighing] The ship is yours, Mr. Hornblower.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: [Incredulously] Sir?
- Lt. Eccleston: Take command. Get us back to the Indy...
- [Whispering with difficulty]
- Lt. Eccleston: ... safely.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: I maintain the charge against Mr. Simpson, Sir! However, since I cannot prove it other than with my body, I have no choice but to accept his challenge!
- Midshipman Archie Kennedy: A duel? Are you mad?
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Tomorrow see's an end to it, Archie. One way or another I shall be rid of him... I have an even chance.
- Midshipman Archie Kennedy: [looks to Clayton and then Horatio] An even chance? Simpson's reckoned one of the best shots in the Navy, he'll kill you certain shot!
- Midshipman Clayton: [Horatio looks to Clayton]
- [a beat]
- Midshipman Clayton: I'll act as your second, of course but... Have you ever fought a duel before?
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: [on the French schooner] Matthews?
- Matthews: Aye, sir?
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: You've the longest service, I believe.
- Matthews: Aye, sir. Eighteen years, sir.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Very well, I'll rate you Petty Officer.
- Matthews: [surprised] Aye-aye, sir. Uh...
- [salutes]
- Matthews: Thank you, sir.
- Midshipman Jack Simpson: I'm senior here. The ship is mine.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Lieutenant Eccleston instructed me to take command. You heard him, Mr. Bowles.
- Master Bowles: Mr. Simpson is senior, Mr. Hornblower.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Styles, Matthews, confine Mr. Simpson below.
- Master Bowles: Mr. Hornblower...
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: You heard me! Mr. Simpson is under close arrest.
- Midshipman Jack Simpson: Who do you think you are! I have command here! The ship is mine! And any man, ANY MAN stands against me... he will regret it. Now get to work shoring up this damage.
- [Nobody moves]
- Midshipman Jack Simpson: Get back to work, do you hear? I have command!
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: [calmly] Mr. Bowles. You will carry out my orders. If Mr. Simpson resists, you have my permission to shoot him.
- [Bowles cocks his gun and aims it at Simpson]
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: [after he and Clayton settle Archie after his first fit] What ails him?
- Midshipman Clayton: [Glances at Simpson] What ails us all.
- Midshipman Jack Simpson: Now, the point of this inquisition is for me to get to know you better. See, I know these dogs. I know what gnaws at the souls at night, things they're rather no one knew. Now... what's your dirty little secret? A fancier of other boys, perhaps? Or is it... that you mother makes a living on her back?
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: You filthy-
- [headbutt]
- Capt. Forget: That was a foolish thing to do, boy. I might have killed you.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: And forgo the pleasure of crowing at my discomfort? I think not.
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: [Running out across the mast, under fire and too high for comfort] Damn, damn, damn!
- Midshipman Clayton: [Handing Horatio a flask] There's a drop of Grog in it to warm you through.
- [No response]
- Midshipman Clayton: Horatio?
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Death.
- Midshipman Clayton: What?
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: I was thinking on death.
- Midshipman Clayton: Whose?
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Mine.
- Midshipman Cleveland: [upon seeing Horatio] What's this then, Archie?
- Midshipman Archie Kennedy: Another mess mate, gentlemen.
- Midshipman Hether: And whose pretty arse did you neglect kissing to find yourself amongst the fleet's forgotten?
- [Horatio is quiet]
- Midshipman Hether: Well speak, apparition!
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: My name's Hornblower.
- Midshipman Cleveland: What an infernal piece of bad luck for you.
- Midshipman Clayton: How old are you, Mr.Hornblower?
- Midshipman Horatio Hornblower: Seventeen, sir.
- Midshipman Hether: Seventeen, sir! You hear that, Cleveland?
- Midshipman Cleveland: If you wanted to be a seaman, boy, you should've started at twelve.