:04:03
...what do you make of him?
- He is both efficient and keen.
:04:08
So keen, he's out with the press gang.
:04:11
I hate tattling.
:04:13
No cursing his efficiency and devotion
to duty, but I should warn you...
:04:18
If you'll forgive me, sir,
I'd prefer to make up my own mind.
:04:24
No. Don't!
:04:28
You mustn't resist the king's pressmen.
:04:32
We've only been married three days.
:04:35
- You don't want him! He's not a sailor.
- We shall teach him.
:04:40
Don't take him from me. You can't!
:04:43
- I beseech you. Have pity on us.
- Bring him along.
:05:13
These men are from the Defiant:
:05:19
Press gang.
:05:24
- From our ship.
- We're Navy, they can't touch us.
:05:27
We'd have some explaining to do.
:05:40
- Come with us.
- You can't, he's a gentleman.
:05:43
Of course I am.
Take your hands off me.
:05:46
- Sir? Am I in error?
- Thank heaven you're here.
:05:50
- You can see I'm a gentleman.
- Look at his lovely clothes.
:05:54
- Take him, Dawlish.
- But you can't.
:05:57
- Vizard, you sail tomorrow?
- Yeah, Mediterranean.