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Sharp's Company
Spain 1812
Wellington begins his invasion of Spain from Portugal whilst Napoleon is preoccupied
in Northern Europe.
To succeed, Wellington must first capture the two great frontier fortresses.
In the south Badajoz: and in the north Ciudad Rodrigo. . .
(Confused shouting)
Shape: Dear god!
Harper: Cut it off! His arm! Cut it off!
(Crunch. Sharpe cut Lawford's arm)
Price: Is he dead?
Sharpe: Are you drunk, Mr Price?
Price: I am, I am. Is he dead, the Colonel?
Sharpe: Not dead yet. He has hope. Hey! You two. Get him back. Back!
(Cheering and bugle)
Price: We're in! Do you hear? They cheer! Ciudad Rodrigo is taken! Oh. He looks
dead to me. Did you slice off his arm? Thought you did. Thought I saw.
Nairn: Sharpe. You live.
Sharpe: Aye. No thanks to the engineers. It was men climbing men took us over
those walls.
Nairn: I warn you, We'll do no better before the fortress at Badajoz.
Sharpe: Colonel Lawford lost an arm, sir.
Nairn: Colonel Lawford may well have the best of it, one arm or not. He's out
of it.
Sharpe: That he is. And with him, any hope I had of promotion.
Nairn: Oh, come now, Sharpe. We can always find use for one such as you.
Sharpe: And what am I? With Lawford gone, A captain on sufferance. That's all
I am.
(Women screams)
Wellington: I have an army acts beastly first opportunity given it. Looting,
raping, and drunk. But they were sore tried and promised plunder. God may damn
them but I'm not inclined. Badajoz will punish them. Badajoz next.
Fletcher: Regarding which, my load, the only trenching tools I have don't break
are taken from the French.
Wellington: Is it not shameful the French have better tools than us?
Fletcher: I am not able to do what military engineering should do - get men
to the breach, whole entire and with a breath left to storm it. How do you wonder
they get so killed?
Wellington: I do not, Colonel Fletcher. You see Picton? My gallopers call him
the Bear-and-Ragged Staff. Lawford's out of it, lost an arm. I need a new commander
for the South Essex, General Picton. Have you a candidate in your Ragged Staff?
Teresa: Am I different?
Sharpe: In what way?
Teresa: I've had a baby.
Sharpe: A baby?
Teresa: A daughter.
Sharpe: Mine?
Teresa: Ours. Are you angry?
Sharpe: No. Why should I be?
Teresa: Soldiers do not need children.
Sharpe: What. . . What do we call her?
Teresa: Antonia.
Sharpe: Antonia.
Teresa: My mother's name.
Sharpe: Antonia. Well, where is she?
Teresa: In Badajoz.
Sharpe: In the city?
Teresa: I'm sorry, she was ill. Then we must fetch her out. But she's a baby
still. Badajoz is the only place I have. . . family.
Sharpe: Teresa, we must fetch her out. Once we lay siege, none gets out. Oh,
yes. You are different.
♪Pipe Band : The Girl I Left Behind Me
(Baby cries)
Hagman: He's got a baba, has Sharpe.
Harris: Hasn't he, Sergeant?
Harper: He has. In Badajoz.
Cooper: Haha! What a place to be!
Perkins: We'll soon get her out of there.
Cooper: Hey. クーパーウサギを発見
Cooper: Ticket to fall out, sir? I've just clapped eyes on my supper.
Sharpe: Caught without a ticket to leave the column. . . is hanged, maybe. There
you go. When will I give you your ticket, Teresa?
Teresa: All men should have daughters. It puts honey on their tongues.
(Dog barks)
Cooper: Hey. . . senhor? Quanto the money. . . to nailee the flappy solee my
bootee? Eh?
Harris: Eu nao entendo que vos me dizeis.
Cooper: I don't know how he does it. Gets his tongue round it. bats the chat
like he's Portuguese hisself.
顔を洗うシャープの背中を見て
Matthews: For what crime were you flogged?
(Price Vomits)
Sharpe: Who are you?
Matthews: who are you, damn you? I'll have flogged again for you've not learned
a lesson, it seems.
Sharpe: Eh? Aye. I command the Light Company. You?
Matthews: I regret. I am Matthews, sir, with a draft come from Lisbon. William,
Ensign the South Essex.
Sharpe: Sharpe. Richard. Captain the 95th. I command the Light Company of the
South Essex, for the time. . . being.
Matthews: I do beg your pardon, sir.
Sharpe: You saw my back, Matthews. I was flogged for something I never did.
You will often be blamed for something you might not have done. But being an
officer. . . you'll never be flogged. Even for something you will do.
Price: I'm Harry Price. I was just sick. It's the drink, do you see? How do
you do? And are you in funds? Matter of a few guineas. Five?
Sharpe: Don't.
Matthews: Should I not?
Sharpe: He'll give you his note. Promise to pay you on a scrap of paper and
hope you're shot dead at Badajoz.
Price: Oh. What a thing to say, Richard.
Sharpe: True though, isn't it you rogue? Where are they, then, William? The
draft. Lost 'em already, have you? Marhc 'em in, sir. We need 'em.
Matthews: I will, I will!
Chapter2
Hakeswill: Detachment. . . halt! Right. . . face!
Sharpe: Sergeant Hakeswill.
Hakeswill: Permission to speak, sir? I've nothing to say, sir. Oh, my word,
what a surprise. Sharpie.
Sharpe: Not dead yet? Captain Morris?
Hakeswill: Major Morris, sir. 'Ale and 'earty in Dublin, sir.
Sharpe: And you are come to me.
Hakeswill: Ever such a long way, sir. I was despairing.
Sharpe: Left face! Quick march! You lay a finger on any of my men, Sergeant,
and I'll bloody kill you.
Sharpe: Front rank, one pace forward. March! order. . . arms! Draw ramrods!
Mr Matthews. . . get that wretch out of my sight. No I'll do it. Sergeant Hakeswill!
Hakeswill: Sir!
Sharpe: You may fall out.
Hakeswill: Thank you, sir.
Sharpe: Damn him. Damn him.
厩、自分の財布の中身を確かめるヘイクスウィル。テレーザ入ってくる。
シャープ、サウスエセックス隊員のラムロッドを検査中。
Sharpe: Take his name, Mr Matthews.
Matthews: Name?
Soldier: Black, sir.
Hakeswill: Now. . . open your legs ever so wide and lie still as a dead 'un.
That's it.
Teresa: Your mother was a poxridden sow who sold herself to a toad.
Hakeswill: Mother. . .
Harper: Mr Sharpe, Sri! Miss Teresa, ma'am.
Teresa: He thought he might enjoy me.
Harper: Permission given to carry on and murder him, sir?
Sharpe: Up. Get up!
Hakeswill: Officers' meat, is she, sir? Portuguese whore? Tenho rendimentos.
How much, senwhora?
Sharpe: Shut your gob and listen. Three rules . Do you hear me, sergeant?
Hakeswill: Sir!
Sharpe: Sharpe's rules. By which I regulate the Light Company. First: fight
well, fight hard.
Second: don't get drunk unless I tell you. Third: steal nothing but from the
enemy or when starving. Now. . . stand up straight. Arms down where they should
be. Atten. . . shun!
Harper: Ooh. You see, you don't move when an officer's talking to you. You should
know that.
Sharpe: Unless you want to hit me, Obadiah.
Harper: Obadiah?!
Sharpe: Dead, if you strike an officer, Obadiah. Dead. Oh. . . but he can't
die. See his neck? They tried hang him once and it didn't kill him.
Teresa: I can kill him.
Sharpe: Every battle some try. See how he stands to attention? Never disobeys
an officer, do you, Obadiah? Why, they love him. I would kill him here and now
without a thought, but in front of his victims where it is seen to be done,
for it is a duty. For he is evil, is Obadiah. Get out. Out. Out!
Hakeswill: (Irish accent) And you're a filthy Irishman as ever I did see.
Sharpe: Harper! Leave him!
Soldier: Atten. . . shun!
Sharpe: Get up! Get off him.
Windham: Mr Sharpe?
Sharpe: Sir.
Windham: Do you know my wife?
Sharpe: I do not, sir.
Windham: She knows you. Attend my quarters at half past twelve.
Sharpe: I will, sir.
Windham: Ride with any hounds, do you, Sharpe, at home? Which?
Sharpe: None.
Windham: Oh.
Sharpe: Obadiah and a blackguardly officer called Morris once beat near to death
a native Indian for sport, till I stopped'em. They blamed me for it and I was
flogged. Watch him, Pat. He preys on the men. He'll snaffle kit. Belts, frogs,
haversacks. All entered up found lost by Obadiah, which leads to floggings,
unless he gets paid. Then wives. . . He beats men till their wives come to him.
. . which I call rape. I've seen his like before. An evil man marching in a
cloud of pipe clay. And because he kicks up salutes, obeys every officer, he's
bombproof to all but us, who's come up from the ranks, who are smart to him.
Harper: We are that.
Nairn: You have duties? Then I shall see her safe, near as I may go to the enemy.
Sharpe: So she spies for you now, does she? Are you another one of Wellington's
exploring officers? I know who you are. In Badajoz? I have no fears for her.
For you.
Sharpe: Shall we marry, do you think?
Teresa: I shall ask your daughter what 's her opinion.
Sharpe: Oh, do ask her. Do ask my daughter. Fetch her out before we lay siege,
mind, Teresa. Antonia. Antonia. Antonia!
Windham: He don't hunt, Jack.
Collet: Don't suppose he does, up from rank and file. How would he?
Windham: Lawford gave him out to be a good officer. And Lawford's not a fool.
Collet: Shall you have a private inspection of the regiment at four, sir?
Windham: I shall. You may troop me and the colours so they know who now commands
them and what they fight for. Can't keep Sharpe a captain, Jack, not now Rymer
has arrived. He was fighting with his sergeants!
Collet: Oh, he does, sir. Wellington dotes on him, though.
Windham: Ah. Well, I dote on Wellington. There's some who don't. Not me. Haha,
no. Not after Talavera.
Collet: Wellington will throw men at walls, sir. Let the French so much as think
a wall and he pelts it with regiments as if no other way.
Windham: You sway, sir.
Price: Invariably, sir.
Windham: Try and stay more. . . upright.
Price: Occurs to me, do you see, sir, that I. . . catch the wind more than most.
On account of my willowiness, sir. Mr Sharpe is here, sir.
Windham: Ask him to come in, Price.
Collet: What do you want to do about Price, sir?
Price: I'm Acting Adjutant.
Collet: Shall you want him as Adjutant?
Windham: Oh, no.
Price: Oh. I ain't any longer. You're to go in, Richard.
Windham: Ah. Sharpe, sit down. Do you see my wife? She has my utmost admiration.
. . and deepest affection ever. She's took with you. Wrote me so.
Collet: Price. Drinker?
Sharpe: Not a drop, sir, in battle.
Windham: Isn't she, Jack, took with him? Jessica. I tell him she is and he's
modest enough to be flummoxed.
Collet: The French Eagle you captured, Sharpe. Got about at home. Reports in
the newspapers and journals. Great credit to the regiment and you.
Sharpe: Sir.
Windham: But what to do with ye, though? What to do? I'm lucky with officers,
but I have too many captains. Your captaincy's been refused in England and you've
been purchased over for your company. So, Sharpe, it's back to Lieutenant ye
are. Now, what did I see this morning?
Sharpe: An argument, sir
Windham: What about?
Sharpe: Insult to a woman, sir.
Windham: Who was the woman?
Sharpe: My wife.
Windham: Does the lady march with us?
Sharpe: Rarely. She's otherwise employed, sir.
Collet: She's not on the strength.
Windham: How employed?
Sharpe: She kills the French, sir. I have a daughter eight months old she goes
to bring from Badajoz.
Windham: How does she kill French, Sharpe?
Sharpe: She is called La Aguja. The Needle. She's a partisan. She slits throats.
Windham: Good god!
Collet: Did you seek permission to marry?
Windham: Good G. . . Rain, Jack. Get someone to get the blankets in. Good God.
Sit down, Sharpe.
Sharpe: What to do with me, sir?
Windham: I have yet to meet an officer who's come up by dint of. . . whatever
from the rank and file of the army who can find it possible to. . . fit, as
it were. That is, be one of us. Who fits. I could arrange for you to go. There
are commissions going in the Portuguese and Spanish armies. There's the new
Staff Corps.
Sharpe: I'll stay, sir.
Windham: Good.
Sharpe: I will ask command the Forlorn Hope, sir, when we storm Badajoz.
Windham: Certain death?
Sharpe: Certain promotion, sir. It's the only way for me.
Windham: I see that it may be. My compliments to your wife. I shall find work
for you.
chapter 3
Sharpe: What are you doing here, then?
Hagman: We're off up to t'parallel trenches to dig, sir. Me and Perkins the
youth, and private soldier Clayton here. We shall be requiring them shovels.
Sharpe: And where's Sergeant Harper?
Hagman: Oh, there's only us, sir. And him.
Sharpe: Who?
Hagman: Dekko. . . yonder.
Sharpe: Come here, Sergeant.
Hakeswill: Who, sir? Me, sir? Yes, sir.
Sharpe: What does a Chosen Man do with shovels, Hakeswill?
Hakeswill: Chose man, sir?
Sharpe: What do you think this is?
Hakeswill: Bless me, Lieutenant, sir!
Sharpe: He's a soldier, not a labourer. Chosen Men do not do duty except under
arms.
Hakeswill: Well, I never, Lieutenant, sir!
Sharpe: You waste men. It's your pleasure. Where's your rifle, Hagman?
Hagman: She's been taken from me, sir.
Perkins: We're getting muskets, sir.
Hagman: Orders.
Sharpe: Who gave such an order?
Hakeswill: Captain Rymer, sir. Gentleman who commands the light company, which
you don't.
Sharpe: Eh?
Hakeswill: Sir. And they're going to look smart, In red coats and pipeclay,
sir.
Sharpe: What? Lose their green jackets?
Hakeswill: Sir. Look just as smart as the rest of us. Button your coat, Hagman.
Catch cold, else. Joldi! You puggled old bugger! Here comes Nosey! That's him,
sir. Captain Rymer. He hunts. Standing by. All adjacent and to attention, sir!
Sal: I can see you, Private Clayton! I thought you was off fighting the French
this morning!
Clayton: Oh, my word. Sal!
Sal: You look after him, Mr Sharpe. I want him kept whole.
Sharpe: Go on Sal. Plenty more where he came from.
(Hakeswill mutters)
Sharpe: Be gone! Major Nairn. I shouldn't ask you for I have no friendship with
you, but speak to Wellington for me. He gave me a leg up. He didn't make me
a quartermaster. He can't now let me slide into wives and lists, rations and
lists, pounds of straw, pounds of hay, spades, picks, palliasses, lists!
Nairn: Now, that is eloquent. And as for friendship. . . do please assume it.
Sharpe: Get me command of the Forlorn Hope, sir.
Narin: Only the General of the Storming Division can give that, and he will
not. He will want his own first at the breach. Though why death is so sought after,
I am at a loss. Some actually recommend their offspring to it.
Sharpe: Death is not always certain, sir, whilst promotion is. I want a rank
that can't be taken from me. If I am made up to captain for being first over
the wall into Badajoz. . . it stays.
Nairn: Hm. For me, I must get up along of he or there won't be none of it. Will
you give me a leg up? Or have you had mud and humility enough?
Sharpe: I cannot be more degraded, sir. They destroy my company.
Nairn: It's not your company, Sharpe. Find other. . .
Sharpe: I'm a soldier, sir, not a bloody clerk. I fetch, I forage, I count shovels
and I take punishment drills. It's "Yes, sir. No, sir. Can I dig your latrine,
sir?" And it's not bloody soldiering.
Narin: It is bloody soldiering! What the hell do you think soldiering is? Just
because you swan about like a damn pirate for years!
Sharpe: Listen, sir. When they fling us up against those walls, you'll be glad
there's some pirates in there and not just bloody clerks.
Narin: But how to get there, Mr Sharpe? Lists. And how to be noted ye were there?
Lists. And what do they send home but lists of dead, dying, sick, honoured and
gazetted, Captain?
Richard, your woman is inside those walls. . . and your child. Will you die
without you see your daughter live?
Sharpe: and what is Teresa doing there? She didn't come out and now she can't.
You have word of her. Of course you do. You wouldn't let her out. She's spying
for you and Wellington.
Narin: Is she? Then better not shout it. As to the Forlorn. . . I'll speak to
Wellington. He'll say no and he'll see to it none says yes. He values you too
much, Sharpe. He'll kill you when it suits him to some good purpose.
Wellington: Colonel Fletcher, can we breach it with the guns we have?
Fletcher: Pound away at them enough, my lord, there'll be some give. There's
a glacis, a ditch some 20ft deep, ravelins of fake walls and, above them, the
real walls. Very high. But we'll sight your guns for you, my lord. you may pound
away. Pound away. Pound away as you think fit. I rate them. . . formidable.
Windham: An order from Lord Wellington to effect that you will not purchase
bread within two leagues without a passport signed by your company officer and
countersigned by me. For it is known, too often, that you go up ahead and buy
off all the bread. So, caught with it, you will receive no rations, nor will
you plunder gardens on forfeit of being thrown off the lines. Madam, who are
you?
Sharpe: Mrs Clayton, sir.
Windham: Is this a place to do that, madam?
Sal: I beg your pardon, sir, but when he's hungry he's hungry, and he needs
feeding. In which, I beg your pardon, he's just like his father!
Windham: Yes, I'm sure. Thank you, Mr Sharpe.
Sharpe: Sir.
Sal: He's beautifully dressed, ain't he?
Lil: What's he want to parade us for?
Sharpe: To make sure you don't buy up the bread before the Commissary gets it.
When you want a ticket, come and see me. And keep out of them gardens.
Lil: I shan't take no notice.
Sharpe: Look, he worries about you. Make sure your old man's not knocking you
about.
Lil: Not he. He's looking at Sally feeding with her teats more like. And you!
Sharpe: Hoping to look at you, Lil.
Lil: You shall not see. Never forgive myself, what with you a father an'all.
It's disgraceful! But you should give me your dirty shirts.
Sal: I does 'em.
Lil: What with your lady shut up with the French an' all suppose she stitches
beautiful.
Sal: I had to do with a French officer once. I didn't want to!
Lil: That was your fault. We was left to fend after Talavera.
Sharpe: Me?
Lil: Well, it weren't mine. We was lucky not to be sent back half naked like
them dirty Spanish did with the French wives they took. They didn't want us
though. Nor our clothes!
Sal: That's as may be. Oh, but don't tell Clayton, Mr Sharpe. He'd expire before
a shot went off if he knew!
Hakeswill: Clayton. Whiten my cross belt for parade.
Harper: You leave him be, Obadiah.
Hakeswill: I seen your wife's tits, Clayton. I means to lay my hands on them
teats, make no bones but I will. Be warned. When Obadiah's up, He's up like
an animal!
Chapter4
BADAJOZ
(Shouting in French)
(Explosion)
(Tap at door)
French officer: Madam, I follow you wherever you go
Teresa: Sir, I am very much obliged to you. . .
French officer: I am so delighted with your company. . .
Teresa: . . . that I am afraid. . .
French officer: . . . that I have no pleasure in any other
Teresa: I don't deserve such honour
テレーザ、フランス人将校を殺す。
Hakeswill: Squad. . . shun!
Rymer: Why are these men here? They are dressed differently. Are they not of
the South Essex regiment?
Hakeswill: Spot the man not proper dressed a mile off, sir. Belts is an instance
with the green man. You may have him flogged for being without o belt, sir.
Front of the enemy. Perkins! Step out the file! Very brisk. Step in the file.
Good lad. I has my eyes on you. What a pity, sir. So good a lad as to muck it
in such a uniform, When he ought to be spanking in red, sir.
Rymer: Take post, Sergeant.
Hakeswill: I will, sir. And you shall be proud of us, sir.
Rymer: Ensign, take post!
Harper: You do that to one of my boys again, Obadiah, and I'll stick that sharp
thing you're carrying up your arse until it picks your nose.
Hakeswill: Be quick, Paddy, for you is next.
(Chatter and laughter)
Sharpe: Hey. What are you doing?
Clayton: Begging pardon, sir. I was just playing.
Sharpe: Well, come and do something useful. See if I've added up these sums
correctly. You've had schooling, haven't you?
Clayton: Yes, sir.
Sharpe: Here. Keep you and Sal warm.
(Baby cries)
Harper: Well. . . come to have a look at it, sir? Badajoz.
(Rumble of cannon fire)
Sharpe: Lord. . . They're big, eh?
Harper: Mm. What are we going to do?
Sharpe: Go up 'em. What of Obadiah?
Harper: Ho! Just like you said. Never puts a foot wrong. Captain Rymer is very
taken with him. Tried to crime Perkins for a lost belt. Wicked set on forcing
Sally Clayton. But I'll sort him.
Sharper: Here. St Patrick's Day.
Harper: God save Ireland. You're a grand man. For an Englishman.
(Volley of cannon fire)
Sharpe: They'll be warm come the night. Did you ever married, Patrick? Did you
ever have a daughter? I swear it has me smiling if I don't catch myself. Why
did Teresa not come out? She's in there, in one of those houses. Everything
I love in the world and I cannot tell you which. Damn Nairn! This is his doing.
(Knock at door)
Teresa's unc: (in Spanish) Bar the door.
Teresa: I killed him . . . that pig.
Teresa's unc: Who?
Teresa: Reynier. . . the engineer to General Phillipon.
Teresa's unc: Why?
Teresa: No Frenchman will lay a hand on me. . . ever again.
Teresa's unc: You msut leave.
Teresa: Antonia.
Teresa's unc: She is safe with me.
Teresa: With you? But you hate the English as much as you hate the French. I
can't leave her here.
Teresa's unc: She is ill. Even if she is the bastard of an Englishman. . . .
she is still of my blood.
Teresa: Bring me hot water. . . and writing paper. It will interest Wellington.
Hakeswill: Dig! If you don't dig, you don't eat!
Cooper: Officer coming, sar'nt.
Hakeswill: He ain't an officer. I know Mr Lieutenant Sharpe. Me an' Sharpie's
like that. And that is me on top.
Cooper: Oh yes, oh yes.
Hakeswill: Party. . . Party. . . shun! Come to show these lazy bastards how
it's done, sir.
Sharpe: Carry on, Sergeant.
(Laughter)
Sharpe: What, still alive, Sergeant? I do declare you're indestructible.
Men: Indestructible! Indestructible! Indestructible!
Hakeswill: The next. . . . The next man. . . .
Men: Indistructible! Indestructible.
Sharpe: Hakeswill shouldn't have that pike. It's battalion company frippery.
Rymer: Should he not? But he's of great use to me.
Sharpe: Aye? Well, Sergeant Harper would be more.
Rymer: Yes, but Sergeant Hakeswill is senior to him.
Sharpe: Yeah. As you are to me. . . by a long purse.
Hakeswill: I'll see your pay stopped for this, you miserable miscreants!
Rymer: They hate digging.
Sharpe: Wouldn't you?
Rymer: I have never dug.
Sharpe: Look, sir. . . these men are taught to fight in twos. To slip and run
and one shot kills. They're Riflemen.
Rymer: I am told you may only manage two shots a minute with your rifles.
Sharpe: Aye. At a pinch, three. Whatever. Each shot well aimed is a Frenchman
dead.
Rymer: I'm sure you're right. They do hate digging. Sharpe, it is true I bought
command of your company, and between us. . .
大砲着弾
Sharpe: Do you have weapons?
Rymer: No. Well, they were ordered piled. Left. It's easier to dig. What is
it?
Sharpe: The French. Coming to fill in what you've just dug out. We can't fight
them. Back!
Back!
(All shout and jeer)
Rymer: Why do you laugh?
Sharpe: Eh? Eh? All that bloody digging and they're filling it in. And us. .
. us Riflemen, we haven't got a shot between us to stop 'em.
Rymer: Should we not do something?
Sharpe: What? What? Oh, if in doubt, call the muster! Oh, bugger me! Any missing?
Eh? Any missing?
Fletcher: Keep the spades! Do not let them carry off the spades!
(Gunshot)
フレッチャー、足を撃たれる
Fletcher: Keep the spades!
Sharpe: Right. Let's go and get them spades. They're all signed for, you know.
They're all on a list. I know. Right. COME ON!
(Laughter)
Sharpe: We bloody showed 'em, eh?
Soldier: What price bloody shovels now, eh?
Soldier: Run, you buggers! Run!
Soldier: Good, eh?
Rymer: Sharpe?
Sharpe: Yeah. We showed 'em. I'll call you sir. I'll call you sir. God damn
it.
Matthews: Sir! You're reqired with the baggage.
Sharpe: Who reqires me?
Matthews: The Colonel.
Hagman: Who is this Baggage wants to see Mr Sharpe?
(All laugh)
Matthews: Richard, I would ask you. . .
Sharpe: What?
Matthews: Oh, it is this. Will you take me with you if you get command of the
Forlorn Hope?
Sharpe: No.
Matthews: Oh, do, Richard, sir! It would make my name!
Sharpe: William. . . the Forlorn Hope are dead men the hour their names are
called. First up the wall of the breach, first to die, blown apart by mine or
cannon. That's why it is called Forlorn.
Matthews: But it is glorious, is it not? And of use. Some don't die. If it is
not of use, then why is it done?
Sharpe: Somebody has to do first.
Windham: Officers' baggage has been rifled with, Sharpe. What have you lost,
Jack?
Collett: It seems only silver taken. What gold he could find, jewellery. Lieutenant
Price has lost earrings, he says.
Price: I don't wear them myself, sir. A present for my mother. Came across them
in Ciudad Rodrigo.
Windham: You have the baggage guard, Sharpe. Where the devil were you ?
Windham: Get your valise.
Sharpe: Oh, Surely not, sir.
Windham: Oh, good heavens no, man! You're an officer. Find what you have missing.
Collett: Damn! It's gone. My watch. And my looking glass. Got a silver lid,
you see. Been in the family for years.
Sharpe: My telescope. It was given me by Lord Wellington.
Windham: Give ye? Give ye? Anything special about it? Any way you'd recognise
it at all?
Sharpe: A brass plate screwed to it. That's all. Inscribed: "In gratitude, AW.
September 23rd. "
Windham: Give ye? Yes, good. Good. There you have it. Who knew you had it?
Sharpe: Suppose. . .
Windham: Yes, there you do have it, young man. What do you say, Jack?
ウィンダム、コレット、一般兵の荷物を調べる。
Sharpe: There'll be nothing found.
Price: Sorry about your telescope.
Sharpe: You are? Obliged to you.
Price: Ooh! Like the stench of a barracoon!
Hakeswill: Sir.
Sharpe: Oh, damn, Harper.
Windham: Oh, you shall be flogged raw for this. As soon as I may order it by
count martial. Where, you scum, did you toss the portrait of my wife?
Hakeswill: Done, Sharpie.
Sharpe: You bastard.
Hakeswill: I'm in love with your wife, Clayton. The little whore.
Clayton: You shall not have her. Nor is she a whore!
Hakeswill: I shan't wait for you to die in Badajoz. I shall beat you every day
until she comes running on her little plump knees begging me to have her.
Clayton: Ah!
Hakeswill: You do want me to be happy, don't you, Mother?
Sharpe: I never thought to see your tunic turned. Colonel Windham loves his
wife.
Harper: So he should. But I couldn't tell him where it was, cos I didn't have
it.
Sharpe: Patrick, I swore you did not.
Harper: Thank you for the character you gave me sir.
Sharpe: It's a disgrace you're to be flogged.
Harper: Indeed an' it is. Every time a man is flogged it's a disgrace. But the
worst of it is I'm stripped of my rank. I'd grown kind of used to it. I'll get
it back. Be alongside you. If you get the Forlorn Hope, will you ask for me?
Sharpe: Don't be a bloody fool. You want to live, don't you?
Harper: Will you ask?
Sharpe: They don't listen to me any more.
Harper: But surely you won't go up them great walls without me?
Sharpe: If I get it. . . . you'll come.
Harper: Hakeswill did the thieving.
Sharpe: I know.
Harper: How many lashes did you get?
Sharpe: 200.
Harper: Sure, that's nothing. The cross-eyed thief who stole the officer's plate
at Maidstone got 800. All at once. Walked away. Must have straightened his sight
a bit, though, cos he walked plumb dumb into a cannonball at Vimiera. Well,
I'll walk away. Sure, you don't feel a thing after 25.
Sharpe: Oh, but you do, Patrick. I did.
Harper: No. No, you don't.
Chapter 5
(Harper is being flogged)
Soldier: Ninetythree. . . Ninetyfour. Ninetyfive. . . Ninetysix. Ninetyseven.
Ninetyeight.
Ninetynine. One hundred. One hundred and all's done, sir.
(Harper gasps)
Windham: Harper, come back here.
(Soldiers tap rifles on ground)
Harper: Sir?
Windham: You're a brave man. I salute you as such.
(Windham toss a coin to Harper)
Harper: Thank you, sir. Thank you.
Sharpe: You all right?
Harper: (Whisperes) Jeez, it hurts like hell! I couldn't have taken much more.
Sharpe: Told you.
Soldier: Dismiss 'em. Sergeant Major.
Windham: I lost them, Jack. Did I get them back?
Collett: I think so, sir.
Windham: Doesn't take to lose them, Jack. But what could I do the man a thief?
Matthews: Sir. What is that they do with the ratatattat?
Sharpe: The Riflemen's signal of warning. To tell French voltigeurs to get out
the way when Wellington's around. Don't get hurt then.
Matthews: Well, might I purchase into the Rifles?
Sharpe: You might. Have you the money?
Matthews: Oh, I have, I have. My family have. We're very rich. I'm a viscount,
really. That's the thing, do you see?
Sharpe: Then do so, William. When you are grownup.
(Cannon shot)
(Jubilant cheers)
Sharpe: She'll never come out now.
テントの中
Price: A lot of good men are going to die.
Sharpe: One captain will be enough.
Price: Absolutely, Sharpe. I don't want promoting. You do and they know it.
Hate to have you breathing down my neck. Drive me to drink. Were I not a sot
already. No, Richard, do see them. They know you wait.
Sharpe: Harry, it's all I have. Hope for promotion, and there's nothing else
will drag me up. To you and your kind, it is given at birth. For the sake of
my daughter, I must gain rank so that she may be well placed. The Forlorn Hope
is a chance. . . . and I will take it. Though by taking it, I may die before
I ever see her face. For now the guns shall fire until they burst. The touchholes
melt, they're so hot. And Badajoz is as tight as Rymer's arse.
Nairn: Eight o'clock on the dot.
Fletcher: I'm grateful. Grateful to him that he comes, Nairn. Do you see what
it was saved my life? Drove an inch into my groin and I would be dead.
Wellington: Good morning, Colonel Fletcher.
Fletcher: I'm grateful you come, my lord. Damned if I could come to you. The
French have built a dam. They have filled in the arches of the bridge and stopped
the water from draining away. We. . . we stop about in it as the consequence.
We plan to blow it up to form a vent for the pent up water.
Wellington: How is your wound, Colonel Fletcher? You were saving spades, I hear.
Fletcher: I must, for I have none. The French were offered a silver dollar for
every spade they brought back, I am told.
Narin: Is that where you got yours?
Fletcher: It was in my pocket. . . my lord. The bullet hit it. I would be dead.
I really must put this up, my lord. I'm. . . very tired.
Wellington: I shall come each morning at eight o'clock, Colonel Fletcher.
Fletcher: I'm grateful, my lord. Oh, no, my lord!. . I. . . I would not sell
anything to the enemy. Oh, no! Oh, no!
Teresa: (in Spanish) If he wants to desert to the English, we will help him.
He'll have to deliver this. Perhaps then they'll realise we are not all on the
side of the French. . . and that we risk our lives to send this to them. (in
French) Would you like a drink? You'll have to do something for me.
French soldier: Tell me what?
Soldier: Shoulder. . . arms! Right face! Forward. . . march!
Windham: Are you fit for duty after punishment?
Harper: Given to think so by the surgeon, sir.
Windham: Very well. Good. Good. And what do you have there?
Harper: Seven barrels. Fires pistol balls. MrNock of London. Dead handy weapon
for picket duty, sir.
Hakeswill: Dead against regulations, sir. Shouldn't have it, sir. Officer's
weapon, sir.
Sharpe: Given to me by Mr Sharpe, sir.
Hakeswill: Name took for punishment, sir?
Windham: What? No, no, no. Good God, man, no.
Hakeswill: Give it to me, Private Harper. Shouldn't I have it, sir?
Windham: What? Er. . . yes. Well. . . you won't need it, Harper.
Hakeswill: Thanks, Paddy.
Matthews: Why do we have all these?
Sharpe: They're given to us instead of what we need. Three cartloads of 'em.
Matthews: May we not exchange them for something else?
Sharpe: Who'd swap a load of canteens for something useful?
Matthews: Oh, it is a poser, sir.
Sharpe: Weren't you given guard of the line?
Matthews: Yes, sir.
Sharpe: Then guard them, damn it. You're all that's between us and the French.
Matthews: Oh, is that so, sir?
Sharpe: No, it isn't, thank God. You're given guard and I'm not given anything.
Can't command a picket when the whole battalion provides pickets.
Matthews: Is that what we do, Richard? Can you tell me what we do, sir? For
I am all at sea, all at sea.
Sharpe: Always know, William. How you find out is your own affair. But always
know.
Matthews: But nobody will tell me. They ain't got the patience, they tell me,
to tell me.
Sharpe: Then I have. Little else to do. Our duty is to provide picket guard
through the night. Outlying patrols and sentries. Prevent 'em suprising us.
Though they hardly would.
You'd better get back to that post you've deserted.
Matthews: Oh, no, no. How will I learn? Is it dangerous?
Sharpe: Every duty is dangerous, William. As you will find out.
Sharpe: Not often you watch pickets go out, sir.
Nairn: The South Essex provides the pickets for the whole army tonight.
Sharpe: They do. It's our turn come round. Why do you concern yourself?
Nairn: Soon as it's dark, the engineers will send out a bomb party. Blow up
a dam, get rid of the water we wade in. Over there, there will be a lot of noise.
Matthews: Matthews, sir.
Sharpe: Young Matthews of ours, sir. Clear off, William. He shouldn't be here,
but he means no harm. What do you do here?
Nairn: You must not bother me, Sharpe. Teresa is her own command. She will come
out of Badajoz when she wishes.
Sharpe: You have someone coming out in the confusion? Who is it? Clear off,
William.
Nairn: I assure, you, Sharpe. . .
Sharpe: Would you tell me if you had? Oh, damn you. All of you intelligencers
and your spying tricks.
Chapter 6
someone: Sergeant, have these men join the pickets on the right flank at regular
intervals. Sharpe! What are you doing?!
Perkins: (Whispers) Who goes there?
Sharpe: (Whispers) Sharpe.
Perkins: Outlining pickets.
Sharpe: Where is Harper?
Perkins: He's up on the left, sir.
Harper: Stay down, sir.
Sharpe: Patrick.
Harper: There's French on the prowl. Voltigeurs. Harris with me, Cooper's on
his own,
Perkins and Hagman are in the rear. We're the furthest picket up, sir.
Sharpe: Harris.
Harris: I can hear you, sir. Best say no more. There's a French or three hopping
about a bit.
Harper: Quiet, sir, or they'll hear us.
Sharpe: Major Narim has one of his spies coming out. He wouldn't tell you, but
he has. Where's Rymer? He should be here.
(Explosion)
Sharpe: Flares.
French solidier: Les anglais!
English solidier: Fire!
Sharpe: What are they doing? Idiots! It's the sappers blowing the dam. Now she'll
come. Bloody idiot, Cooper! You've shot her! Teresa!
テレザの屋敷
(Woman cries)
Teresa: (in Spanish) My daughter is ill and all you can do is cry. . . pull
yourself together.
マシュズ、シャプを見つけて走り出す
someone: Go back, Mr Matthews!
ヘイクスィル、物陰からシャプに向けて発砲、マシュズに命中。
Hakeswill: Damn.
Harper: He shot ye. He shot ye! He shot ye!
Sharpe: William.
Harper: Oh my God. Oh my God.
Sharpe: Is this what it was all about? Found on a dead Frenchman.
Nairn: Teresa write to you. You may read it. And on your honour swear that you'll
tell me if it contains anything I should know. Sharpe. You're bleeding.
シャプ、テレザからの手紙を読む
Sharpe: "I take your daughter in my arms every morning. . . to watch you coming,
and will say when you come, as you will come, 'See, Antonia, there runs your
father in a green jacket with a big sword. He fights for his Wellington and
us. ' You may be assured I shall fight to protect what honour I am left, and
my child, against Frenchmen, and against Englishmen if necessary. You must not
fear for me. . . but hurry to be with me. And live, Richard. Live. "
シャプ、テレーザからの手紙を自分のトランクの奥に隠す
(Cannon fire)
母親と遊ぶ男の子
Sal: Still alive, Mr Sharpe?
Sharpe: Sergeon just took a bullet out of my leg.
Sal: Oh, dear. Thought you was limping.
Sharpe: Here. Souvenir. Pistol bullet. Or else he might have had my leg, Sal.
Windham: Ah, sit down, Sharpe. Do you know Major Narin, Wellington's staff?
Of course you do. He's asked for you.
Sharpe: Yes, sir.
Young officer: He's Staff Corps. An engineer, Sharpe. They needed help. They
needed it slast night. Not your fault.
Windham: I lose an officer and you get a ball in your leg. Walk, can you? Not
your fault. I've just said so. Just so. Good luck. Should ye not accept my hand,
sir?
Sharpe: How is it offered, sir? You want rid of me, yet you offer your hand.
How is that?
Windham: I offer it for there is nothing between us. I adnmire your spirit.
Tell him, Jack.
Collett: It is impossible for Captain Rymer. He cannot get hold of his company,
which you will surely allow he commands, with you still here. Not your fault,
Sharpe.
Windham: Not it. Not it.
Collett: There'll be captaincies by the bucket come the storming.
Windahm: They can't bear the way you look at them, you see. I have not one captain
is not conscious you hope him dead to the next shot comes bouncing from Badajoz.
And not
one either will blame you. Not your fault. Not your fault at all. Will you take
it? Oh, fairly meant.
シャプ握手する
Collett: I would offer you mine also.
Windham: He took that like a gentleman. Salt of the earth, good sergeants. .
. but bless me if I can used to them promoted. Eh?
(both laughing)
シャプ、テントに戻る。テレザの手紙が無くなっていることに気づく。
Hakswill: What's to happen is, you will become proper soldiers. And draw tunics
of the redbright light company the South Essex, and you will hand in your precious
rifle guns and draw proper muskets to go along with being proper dressed. Fit
for soldiers at last!
自分の帽子をとって話しかけるヘイクスウィル
Hakeswill: Never thought you'd see it, did you, Mother?
Hakeswill: You hate me, don't you? Well, I hate you. I do, I do, I do. I hates
'em! Who said that? I heard that. Mad? Oh, no, I ain't mad. Not so's I don't
know. Now, come hup smartly to attention when I orders you, Company. . . 'ten.
. . shun! Eyes in the back of my 'ead, sir, I do belive, sir.
Sharpe: Is that where they are? They swivel so. Stand the men at ease, Sergeant.
Hakeswill: Company, stand at. . . ease!
Sharpe: That rifle's loaded and rammed, Sergeant.
Hakeswill: Sir?
Sharpe: Did you know, Sergeant?
Hakeswill: Me, sir? No, sir, never, sir.
Sharpe: This yours, Sergeant?
Hakeswill: No, sir. Not me, sir. Him, sir. Private 'Arper, sir.
Sharpe: Well, how many more are loaded?
シャプ、ヘイクスウィルにライフルを突きつける
(Gun clicks)
Sharpe: Harris.
Harris: Sir.
(Gun clicks)
Sharpe: Cooper.
Cooper: Sir.
(Gun clicks)
Sharpe: Hagman. .
(Gun clicks)
Sharpe: Perkins.
Perkins: Sir.
Sharpe: They say you can't be killed, Sergeant Hakeswill. It is known. "Come
with me, my lads, for I cannot die. I'm going live for ever, for they tried
to hang me once but did. . . not. . . do it. " I could almost believe it. Except
in the case of someone you tried to kill, Sergeant Hakeswill. . . and did. .
. not. . . do it. I wonder who might be, Sergeant. You're a dead man, Obadiah.
Bang! Harper. I promise you that you'll get your jackets back. . . . your rifles
back. . . . and me back. I'll be back.
(French cheering)
イギリス軍指令本部
Wellington: Is the breach practicable?
Sharpe: Yes, sir.
Someofficer: My lord, I doubt his competency to pronounce upon a breach.
Wellington: He's been there. You have, haven't you?
Nairn: He lay there all last night on the glacis.
Sharpe: Yes.
Someofficer: It's too soon.
Wellington: Tomorrow we assault Badajoz. You have a day.
Sharpe: Sir.
Wellington: Sharpe? I would like to be given command of the Forlorn Hope, sir.
Wellington: I think you're a rogue, Sharpe. But you're on my side, you're one
of my rogues. I don't want you dead.
Sharpe: May I offer my reason, sir? They are pressing. I have a. . . I have
a wife in the city. And a child. I want to be first in and by their side. .
. for you will sack the city, sir.
Wellington: You may not be given the Forlon Hope. I shall not countenance it.
No.
Young officer: Your attention. . . to events pursuant of the capture of Ciudad
Rodrigo.
Collett: Inhabitants of that town were offered every kind of anotherofficer:
insult and injury. There will be no repetition. . . anotherofficer: of that
behaviour in Badajoz.
officer: Any attacks on civilian property will be swiftly and condignly punished
by death.
The apprehended perpetrators being hanged at their place of crime.
Hakeswill: On the spot of your foul crime, does you do any. And I knows you
will. I sees you, Clayton. I shall have you strung hup where you stand for unconciderable
blackguards and common rouges the which I knows you to be.
Clayton: Me? Why me?
Hakeswill: Shut it, Clayton.
Soldier: Forward, march!
Soldier: Company. . . . dismissed!
Soldier: Company. . . . dismissed!
someone: Don't thieve, don't kill the local populace, and do not let your base
desires come out of your breeches or you will swing.
Sharpe: I count you as a friend.
Price: Kind of you, Richard. I hope I am.
Sharpe: Sergeant Harper. Teresa is in Badajoz, as you know. I may die. Protect
her if you can and I can't.
Price: Oh, I shall, Richard. That you can trust me. And I promise . . . not
a drop more than need get me up the ladder.
Harper: And you can rely on me and all the Rifles.
Sharpe: She's in a house by the cathedral. Two orange trees, she writes me.
That is all I can tell you to find her. She drew me a map, but. . . I don't
have it any longer? Rimember Ciuadad Rodrigo? The women were cruelly treated.
Some even murdered with their children.
Hakeswill: Oh, we shall have her stripped so that she shall be. . naked. Obadiah
has to have his scratching, Mother. And I cannot die, for you did save me. (Mutters)
Mother. Oh, Mother. Mother. I has to have something, Mother. . . . or else I'll
burst waiting for to do Sharpe's whore.
(Shouting in French)
♪He looketh on the Earth and it trembleth
♪He toucheth the hills and they smoke
Hagman: I shall sing praise unto the Lord as long as I live. All sing.
♪ I shall sing praise unto the Lord as long as I live
(Soldiers shouting in French)
テレーザ窓辺で銃の手入れ
(band playing)
Windham: Soon be done with, Jack. I do hope you survive.
Collett: You have my best wishes for the same, sir.
Windham: Greateful to you, Jack. Grateful to you.
Clayton: Permition to speak, sir? Shall ye sing us off?
Price: ♪Come cheer up my lads
Tis to glory we steer
To add something more to this wonderful year
To honour we call you, as free men not slaves
For who are so free as the sons of the waves?
Hearts of oak are our ships, hearts of oak are our men
We always are ready
Steady, boys, steady. . . ♪
Hakeswill: Sharpe's whore's in there, Ma. Won't be long now.
Price : ♪We will find . . . . . again and again
We'll ne'er see our foes
But we wish them to stay
They'll never see us but they wish us away. . . if they run. . .♪
Sharpe: My hopes to you, sir. And all the South Essex you command. Will you
let my men die as Rifles? In green jackets, they will serve you just as well.
They are proud men. You have need of proud men. And they will not fail you nor
Captain Rymer, sir.
Windham: I know they will not, Sharpe. As I know you will not. Let them wear
the green jackets that mean so much to them.
Sharpe: Thank you, sir.
Rifles: Thank you. Thank you, sir.
(Approuching drums)
Chapter 7
Perkins: I, Ben Perkins, Chosen Man, do give and bequeath all my arrears to
Daniel Hagman, Chosen Man.
Hagman: Likewise, Ben. Here, you has it.
Cooper: 'Arps, if I get snuffed. . . You getting this down, Clayton?
Clayton: Yeah.
Cooper: . . . everything what's owed me is yours.
Clayton: Including stoppages?
Copper: Yeah. Stoppages too.
Harper: May God now have mercy on us all.
(Chatter in French)
Soldier: Two here.
Soldier: Four here.
Sharpe: One. One here.
Soldier: Three here. Three.
Sharpe: Halt! Who comes?
Soldier: The Forlorn Hope.
Sharpe: Advance, the Forlorn, and be recognised.
Benedict: Mr Sharpe. My name is Benedict.
Sharpe: Richard. I am to guide you to the glacis, point out your breach.
Benedict: Thank you.
Sharpe: Shall we go now?
Benedict: If you'd be so kind, Mr Sharpe.
Soldier: God be with you.
Soldier: Forward, the Forlorn.
Soldier: Oh my brave lads.
Wellington: Let them go.
Sharpe: I see you wear your budge of honour already. I don't begrudge you that.
There is your breach. The Santa Maria.
Benedict: I have always been lucky. I now. . . draw my sword. Ready? Goward
survived leading the Forlorn Hope at Ciudad Rodrigo. He's now a captain. Did
you know him?
Sharpe: No.
French soldier: Attention!
(Gunfire)
(Bugle)
Soldiers: Forward.
Pipe band plays ♪The British Grenadiers
Soldier: Tally ho, my boys! Remember Talavela! Steady, boys!
Collett: Steady!
Hakeswill: Hold the line, boys! Mother! Mother! Mother! Spread your wings and
lift me high!
Soldier: I die.
Hakeswill: Come on!
Soldier: Onward, my boys! Onward!
Windham: This is fiendish work. Fiendish! Oh, Jack! You're done for!
Soldier: It's no use!
Clayton: Hang on to me.
Hagman: The man is dead. Captain Rymer.
Perkins: Mr Sharpe, do you hear me!
Harper: It's yours, your company!
Perkins: What are we going to do, sir?
someone: He cannot order them to storm the breach again, Fletcher.
Wellington: Send gallopers to the 4th and Light Divisions. Tell them to reform
and storm again.
Officer: Yes, my lord.
(French shout)
Sharpe: That's where I'm going. And none of you have to come, but that's where
I'm going and I'll tell you why. It's cos them French laugh at us. Do you hear
'em? I hear 'em.
They're laughing at us. All's well at Badajoz? Eh? Well, I'm not standing for
that.
(Distant Jeering)
Harper: The buggers. They are laughing at us. Are you coming?
Sharpe: You carry it, Daniel. You're the best shot I know.
Hagman: Sir.
Cooper: It's time to go mad.
Sharpe: Go!
Sharpe: I will die here!
(Bugle)
Sharpe: Lads!
Wellington: We're in! By the living God, we're in!
Harper: No, damn you! It's over! Your battle's won!
Sharpe: How dare you! How dare you! Oh, God. He was surrendering.
(bells tolls)
Sharpe: We're in.
Harper: Your lady, sir. Miss Teresa.
Sharpe: Teresa.
(woman screams)
Sharpe: Teresa!
Price: Teresa! Teresa!
Teresa: Who's there? Richard?
Price: No. It's me, Harry Price. Richard said who got to you first should look
after you.
See? It's me.
Teresa: Where is Richard?
Butler : Que pasa? Commandante Teresa.
Price: Sergeant Hakeswill, I don't mean to spoil your fun, but the lady is not
. . .
Hakeswill: Beggin' your padon, sir.
ヘイクスウィル、プライスを撃つ
Teresa: Harry! Harry! No!
沢山の兵士が入ってくる
Hakeswill: One at a time, please, lads. Eh? Push it right in hup to the hilt.
Sharpe: Harper!
Teresa: Richard.
Hakeswill: This is your whore, Sharpe? Want to watch?
ハパ、ヘイクスウィルの帽子を出す
Hakeswill: Don't touch that!
Harper: This is your mother, Obadiah? Look at that. He talks to her all the
time.
Sharpe: This is your mummy, Obadiah?
(Sharpe spits)
Hakeswill: No!
ヘイクスウィル階段から下の階へ転落
(Laughter)
Sharpe: Damn!
ハーパー、逃げるヘイクスウィルを窓から射撃。足命中。
Sharpe: It's all right. It's all right. I've got her now. I've got her. I've
seen her. I've held her. She might never have known me, Teresa. She might never
have known me.
Chapter 8
ヘイクスウィル、地面から自分の宝箱を取りだし、Salの財布を入れる。Sal、殺されている。
Wellington: Hang three now and any man still in Baradajoz at midnight. Clayton.
Still warm.
Windham: You're brave man, Sharpe. Jack Collett dead. I loved him. Rymer gone
My pocket's full of bits of dust and stone. You have my Light Company, Sharpe.
Do you want it?
Sharpe: I do, sir.
(Sharpe and Windham shake hands)
Sharpe: Sir.
Windham: Oh, to see her. . . dear face! At this place. At this hour! Where was
it?
Sharpe: Sergeant Hakeswill.
Windham: Sergeant Harper. I apologise to you. Will you take my hand?
Harper: Honoured to, sir. I'm not the first man to have been flogged for something
that I didn't do. But in my case, I do hope I'm the last.
Windham: Yes. Yes. You. . . you have my word.
♪Through smoke and fire and shot and shell
And to the very walls of hell
But we shall stand and we shall stay
Over the hills and far away
O're the hills and o'er the main thorough Franders, Portugal and Spain
King George commands and we obey over the hills and far away
THE END OF THE SCRIPT
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