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So that is the situation, gentlemen. Plain and simple.
Get out. Let's go!
Can't be helped. We shall all get to know each other pretty closely.
If you were to send him little breadfruit plants.
Dance! Dance!
Any fool can steer a ship, sir. It's just knowing where to take it.
Now. We set out to circumnavigate the globe. And by God we shall do it.
is surely a result of our drunken surgeon's neglect.
Shut up! I'm staying here!
I am in hell! Hell sir!
There is no island. We want to turn back to Tahiti.
You shame me by coming here. You shame me.
Do you still do that?
Everybody in the boat! Prepare to pull away!
I have decided to make for the island of Tafuha
In my opinion, we should put about.
Cheap fodder for the slaves on the plantations there.
Cross my heart. Paradise.
So, let's get the ship running properly
- Sixty says he's alive. - I'll wager he's still alive.
And you will clean up this ship and yourselves.
Veer them away.
My daughter... She has something of yours.
Enter.
I'm determined the Bounty shall not lose a single man.
- Yes, that will be all. - Thank you.
and to try the said Lieutenant William Bligh
And I must accept, as every captain must accept,
You left these decks crusted with grime. Look at it there!
Just by the mouth of the river.
I've come to say good-bye.
Captain Bligh's surprised
And yet, Mr. Bligh, in your own log,
Gifts from yourself to His Majesty King George.
Hey, is it true what they say about Tahiti?
were as high as three houses one on top of the other.
You told that to this man... Tynah?
Yeah. Sure.
Goodnight, goodnight. Off you go...
Not me, lads. Not me.
Now you'll call up the swabbing party, yet again!
Thank you, Mr. Lamb. Or you, John Adams.
It would appear so, sir. And... I also needed their assistance.
Sir!
My God! No!
Evening, Mr. Adams, sir.
Which I know is a consideration that cannot distress you.
Put on your jacket, Mr. Christian. If you please.
- How much? - Sixty guineas.
Stand up.
The crew is not on trial here, Mr. Bligh. You, sir, are on trial.
Ready to fire the salute. Fire!
Fletcher Christian corrupted them.
Commend me to your parents and our loving daughters.
Alright, Smith, you may go and close the door, please.
Couldn't be better, sir.
To understand that, Captain Greetham, it is essential to know
And I've seen many men, many good men,
- Good God. - Put on your jacket, Mr. Christian.
Good evening, Adams.
You all right, sir?
And he always talks of you as his very close friend.
They've come to say goodnight.
What are you saying, Ned? Are you inciting me to mutiny?
Come on, Fulman. Move yourself.
To circumnavigation.
No. I've got a wife and three kids back home.
All hands on deck!