All language subtitles for Sharpe.Sharpes.Eagle.1993.1080p.BluRay.x264.AAC5.1-[YTS.MX]

T here were three
lovely lassies from Lisbon.

Lisbon.

Oh, Lisbon.

There were three lovely
lassies from Lisbon.

- What?
- But Maggie was the belle...

- Harper!
- Easy, sir, easy.

Maggie the maggot's
done the trick, sir.

Your wound's as
clean as a whistle.

You'll be running
around in a week.

Sit up, now, and I'll give
you a nice shave, sir.

Eyes, right!

What the devil's
going on, Harper?

Ah, Nosey's being
nice to the Spanish, sir.

If you ask me, he's
planning a battle.

Damn this leg.

I should be down there
catching Wellesley's eye.

I'll never get my promotion
confirmed lying in bed.

Ah, now now, sir.

Hold steady.

Must be a damned
good book, Hogan.

Shakespeare, sir.

Julius Caesar.

Mark Antony.

"Lend me your ears," eh?

"These many, them shall die.

"Their names are pricked."

By God, Hogan, you may be
sure my name is well-pricked

by those needles
at Horse Guards.

Ah, a general who wins battles

and lives to claim the credit

will never lack for
enemies in London, sir.

And yet, and yet
they still behave

with their usual
folly and weakness.

I have officers
deserving commissions,

notably William Lawford,

and what am I sent?

Flogged soldiers led
by coffee-house-fops,

and commanded by
dangerous buffoons.

Sir Henry Simmerson
and the South Essex.

Quite so.

I suspect he's been
sent to spy on me.

Well, why not give him
something to send back,

that will spoil their
Lordships' supper?

Such as what, Hogan?

A victory, sir.

Small, but solid.

Small, but solid?

The bridge at Valdelacasa.

Oh, something like that.

I could spare the South Essex,

but Sir Henry
Simmerson isn't up to it.

No.

But Richard Sharpe is.

Richard Sharpe?

Let Sharpe do
all the dirty work,

and Simmerson and that
obnoxious nephew of his

get all the glory.

And if all does not go well?

Simmerson will have
to keep quiet about it,

and you will have
him in your power.

And if things go really badly?

Well, we may lose
a gallant officer.

- Not Sharpe?
- Oh, no, no.

Simmerson.

South Essex, halt!

The South Essex, Hogan!

All mine.

Sir Henry, oh.

Sorry you've missed
the parade, sir.

Damn it!

Missed it, have we?

A dozen of the bastards
pretended to faint from the heat!

By God, I'll flog the
fainting out of them!

Drill them Mr. Denny!

Yes, sir!

Carry on, Drum Major!

Forward march!

Well, Hogan, what
do you think of them?

A fine body of men, sir.

Sir Arthur warned me in
advance, "Hogan," says he,

"the South Essex is a
sight to make you shiver."

His words.

Hm, I dare say he
knows I have a cousin

who holds high office
at Horse Guards.

Have you, by Jove?

Well, I hope you'll
convey my respects to him,

at the conclusion
of our mission, sir.

You mind me,
Hogan, I'll mind you.

Make them jump to it, Mr. Denny!

I wonder how he keeps
them looking so shiny.

He flogs them.

I'm afraid you
can't afford her, sir.

That bastard has bought her.

Same as he's bought
his commission.

Major, may I introduce
the jewel in our crown?

Josefina, Countess La Costa.

Your servant, ma'am.

The late Count fell at Vimieiro.

You bear the loss with
great fortitude, ma'am.

The Countess is traveling under
the protection of my nephew,

Lieutenant Christian Gibbons.

This is his friend
Lieutenant Berry.

I must say, that uniform
does you credit, Mr. Gibbons.

Good God!

Look at Dobbs dragging his feet!

Mr. Berry, "At the double."

At the double, Mr. Denny!

Forward, at the double!

Have pity, Sir Henry.

They've been marched
sore in the hot sun all day.

No lectures from
you, Major Lennox.

Mr. Berry, 75 lashes for
Dobbs tomorrow morning,

when he can appreciate it.

Lay them on, Mr. Berry.

I must protest, Sir Henry...

Oh by God, Lennox!

I knew you were an old man
when I took you out of retirement

but not an old woman!

Speaking as a Virginian, sir,

I must say as how I don't hold
with flogging white men, sir.

My dear Captain Leroy,
you may be a Loyalist,

but you are still an American.

You do not know
the British soldier, sir.

He is a brute beast in a
red coat, he needs the lash!

Whip him in, Mr. Berry!

Must you go, Hogan?

Fancy a brandy
and a choice cigar?

No, I hate to pass on a
brandy and a choice cigar,

Sir Henry, but, duty calls.

Servant, ma'am.

Gentlemen.

Now, come on, Jeremiah.

Let's go and have a wash.

Silly old sod.

You must indulge him, dear boy.

They say he has influence.

He may even have
the ear of the King.

If Major Hogan
makes his way up here,

we've got to show him
you're fit and ready for action.

But I'm not fit and
ready for action.

I know that and you know that,

but we can't let that
murderous old bugger know that.

Pat, Richard.

Good to see you, Major Hogan.

Good to see you,
Richard, how's the knee?

March up and down, boy.

Splendid.

Splendid.

Good man, Richard.

Up and about, what?

Yes, sir.

Pat's maggots did the trick, eh?

Where would the English
be if it wasn't for the Irish?

Me and Pat and Wellesley,

three Irish heroes standing
between Britannia and Bonaparte.

Thank you very much, sir.

Time you played
your part, Richard.

Wellesley's worried about you.

"That fellow Sharpe, Hogan,
the fella that saved my life,

"the fellow still alive, Hogan?"

"Alive and kicking, sir,"
says I, quick at the repartee.

"Damn his impertinence!

"Don't he know
there's a war on?"

"He wants
promotion, sir," says I,

again, quick at the repartee.

He looks at me
down his long nose.

"Hogan," says he,
"Hogan, tell Sharpe

"that he'll never make
captain nursing his health."

His very words.

Give Lieutenant
Sharpe a drink, Pat.

Best brandy, Richard, took
it from the French at Oporto

Sit down, man, sit down.

You seem edgy, damned edgy.

Good show, Sir Henry!

Pretty sight!

Spit it out, Major.

What do you want?

Now, who said I wanted anything?

Well, let's just say
I want your opinion.

Sir Henry apart,
the South Essex,

what do you make
of them, man for man?

They're flogged soldiers, sir.

And flogging teaches a
soldier only one lesson.

What's that, Richard?

How to turn his back.

Do you know anything
about art, Richard?

Do you know Rubens?

Botticelli?

What the devil is it, sir?

It's a map of Spain.

Oh, sorry, it's upside-down.

Makes no difference, either way.

Now, here,

we have the River Tagus,

and this is the
town of Valdelacasa.

There's a bridge
here, not marked.

Wellesley wants
us to destroy it.

Can you wave in the general
direction of the French, sir?

Right here, Richard.

At the bridge.

You want me?

No.

And you can't order me, sir.

Bad leg wound,
the doctor says so.

Oh, well that's a pity, now,

'cause you'll miss a
chance to see Teresa.

Teresa?

How?

Well, didn't I tell you that
Teresa's been looking after

the French for me
at Valdelacasa?

On top of that, destroy
that bridge at Valdelacasa,

and, mark my words, it'll
be Captain Richard Sharpe.

A captain.

I'll drink to that.

Now look, sir.

The 95th are
leaving for England,

apart from a few
that are left here.

Now, if General Wellesley
wants me to go into country

infested by French patrols,
grab a bridge, and hold onto it

long enough for you to
blow it to kingdom come,

well then, sir,

I'd need a crack
company of first-class men.

My dear boy, that's
exactly what Sir Arthur said.

"Hogan," says he, "Sharpe
will need a crack company."

"We don't have one,
Sir Arthur," says I.

"Hogan," says he, "I don't
care if you have to steal

"the best regiment
in the British army,

"but you find Sharpe
his crack company."

His very words.

By God.

I think he means it, Pat.

A company?

Well, which one, sir?

The Coldstream Guards?

Never.

- Too much to hope for.
- The Connaught Rangers.

The Connaught Rangers?

Very steady.

Now, let's see.

The 48th Foot, sir?

"March at night
and fight at day."

By God, it's not
the 48th, is it?

The South Essex, Sharpe.

Chosen Men, back to barracks!

Britches and boots
on, you bloody idlers!

Where the blazes
are they, Harper?

They're whoring, sir.

If I told them once, I
told them a 1,000 times

not to go whoring.

"Boys," says I, "if you're
desperate to hold onto something,

"hold a bottle."

Isn't that the best advice, sir?

You bloody old bishop.

What does it matter whether
they're pissed or poxed,

so long as they can fight?

Is that you, Tongue?

Where are they?

O, woe unto them that
rise up early in the morning

- and follow strong drink all day.
- Oh, God.

Not now!

Jezebel.

Clean them up.

I want them ready
for the road tomorrow.

Sweat them, Sergeant.

Sweat them.

Harris, I'll have that.

God bless all here.

Right, lads, fall in.

We've a bit of a
bridge to blow up.

We, ain't going anywhere, Sarge.

Anywhere?

Nowhere, Sarge

We ain't gonna
get ourselves killed,

just so Sharpe can
become a captain.

Besides, we've not been bloody-well
paid for bloody-well six weeks.

We're heading for Oporto.

English ships loading
wine, they'll take us.

I agree.

Well, I'll miss you.

So.

That's it?

You don't want
the son of a whore

to raise himself
out of the dirt,

and stand the same
height as Simmerson,

and his no-good nephew.

Hm?

You want Sharpe
to know his place,

the same way he knew your place
when you first joined the Rifles.

What were you?

Broken-down
scribblers, like Harris?

Poor little bastards
like Perkins?

Bible-thumpers, like Tongue?

Poachers and picklocks
like Hagman and Cooper?

What were you?

Dust on a boot.

But look at you now.

Chosen Men.

Men who wear the
white cord of courage.

Picked out and promoted.

Why?

Because you didn't
know your place.

Picked out 'cause
you pushed to the front

and proved you were braver
men than those around you.

Because you wanted to
prove you were better men

than you were ever born to be.

There's no sin, in being
born in the dirt, boys,

but it's a terrible sin
to want to stay there.

Them's very dainty feet
you got there, Cooper.

Do you think, will they carry
you as far as the bridge?

They'll carry me
across the bridge.

And that's a promise, Sarge.

You're living saints, all right.

God bless you, boys.

Men at the ready, Sergeant?

All the lads are fine, sir.

Delighted, so they are.

Always glad to be having
a crack at the French.

Nil desperandum,
that's their motto, sir.

You're a lying sod, Harper.

One hour.

Yes, sir.

Out of the way!

You fellow, what regiment?

The 95th.

I say, Berry old boy, this
is one of the ragamuffins

we're taking along
with us tomorrow.

When an officer says
"step aside," you step aside.

Maybe this'll help
you to remember.

Dangerous street
for a lady, ma'am.

You should take a man with you.

Major Hogan, I have been
struck by a common soldier.

I believe the penalty for
striking an officer is death.

Death is certainly the penalty
for striking that officer, sir.

That was Sharpe of the 95th.

What, the ragamuffin that
jumped from the ranks?

By God, sir, I'll teach
him to touch a gentleman!

I'll call him out, sir,
I'll see him at dawn!

I'll second you, old boy.

A duel?

Oh, give me your hand, sir.

You're a brave fellow, Gibbons.

Sharpe's a killer.

Killed three Frenchmen
and saved Wellesley's life.

Three seconds,
slash, cut, thrust.

And that's while he
was still a sergeant.

Shall we say six o'clock
tomorrow morning

in the field behind the camp?

Or shall we say it
was damned dark,

and you made a
damned bad mistake?

Silly mistake.

Say no more about it, eh?

Good thinking, Gibbons,

Sharpe would have shot out
your left eye at a minute past six

and you'd have spent
tomorrow looking up at nothing

with the other.

Come on.

Ma'am.

Berry, old boy.

Don't worry, old boy.

Sharpe is a dead man.

75 and all done, sir!

Parade, dismiss!

A pint of rum, Pat.

Half-and-half.

You're gonna be all right, son.

Gonna be all right.

Sharpe's special,
a pint of best rum.

Half-and-half.

Half in your belly,

and half on your back.

Sir Henry says it
keeps the chin up.

There's better ways
to keep a chin up.

Sharpe, isn't it?

Made a name for
yourself in India.

Battle of Assaye,
as I recollect.

I was there myself
with the 78th.

I Saw the 78th advance,

on their own.

The man who made a
name for himself on that day

was an officer of the 78th.

A man by the name of Lennox.

Aye, a long time ago.

Ah, I had a life's soldiering,
then they retired me.

My wife died.

The South Essex
was all I could get.

But thank you for reminding me

I was once a
damned good soldier.

Now, wipe your boots.

I'll take you to meet
a damned bad one.

Well, bleed me,
damn you, Parton!

This scarifier is the
latest thing in London.

Do it!

I always find a flogging
brings on a spleen.

Do you find that
too, Major Hogan?

Watching a flogging, Sir Henry,

builds up huge combustible
gases in the internal organs.

Combustible gas, if
confined, will act like a charge

of blasting powder.

Speaking as an engineer,

I think it would be
best to bleed you again.

Well, you heard him, do
you think I want to burst?

Bleed me!

And who the devil are you, sir?

Lieutenant Sharpe, sir.

No, you're not, you're
a damned disgrace.

Get him a decent jacket.

No, sir.

This is the green jacket of
my regiment, sir, the 95th.

It is an honor to wear it,
sir, whatever its condition.

What?!

You are under my orders, sir.

With respect, Sir
Henry, the situation is

that General Wellesley has
placed Lieutenant Sharpe

and his men in my disposition.

But damn it, sir, I
am in command!

Well, it's just because
you are in command, sir,

that General Wellesley
doesn't want to add

to your many responsibilities,
viz the South Essex,

the march to Valdelacasa, the
relations with the Spanish allies.

So much to do.

Also, there are certain
exigencies of engineering

to which Lieutenant
Sharpe is particularly suited.

Fetch and carry, eh?

Well, you may get
to fight, too, Sharpe.

Done any soldiering?

A little, sir.

You look old for a lieutenant.

I came from the ranks, sir.

You mean you're not a gentleman?

No, sir.

By God, Sharpe,
this will not do!

All my officers are gentlemen.

That being so, sir,

I think we should introduce
ourselves like gentlemen.

Quite so, Captain
Leroy, quite so.

My name's Leroy.

Mighty pleased to
meet you, Mr. Sharpe.

- From America, sir?
- No, sir, from Virginia.

Captain Leroy's one of the
brave American Loyalists

who refused to accept
the ravages of democracy,

and whose father fought for
his King against Washington.

Washington won.

Fortunately, Captain
Leroy has ample means

to console himself
during his exile.

Slaves, cotton
and molasses, sir.

All melted down
into golden guineas.

I suppose I must introduce you

to Lieutenants
Gibbons and Berry.

I've met the young
gentlemen, sir.

I hope you know
your place, Sharpe.

You've made it very clear, sir.

Tell me, who made
you an officer?

Sir Arthur Wellesley, sir.

Wellesley? Ha!

Wellesley don't know what
makes a good soldier, not many do.

Do you know, Mr. Sharpe?

Yes, sir.

And what makes a
good soldier, Sharpe?

The ability to fire three rounds
a minute in any weather, sir.

Three a minute!

The South Essex can
fire two on a good day.

You think you could
do better, Mr. Sharpe?

Yes, sir.

You have until sunset, sir.

Any man who cannot
fire three rounds a minute

will be flogged.

Carry on, Sharpe.

It's all Wellesley's doing,
upstarts everywhere.

But no need to tell
you that, Captain Leroy.

I'm told that in
America common merit

counts for more
than birth or wealth.

Whoever told you that,
sir, is a goddamn liar.

Democracy or monarchy,
it don't make no difference.

Money talks.

Merit walks.

Send them to Ireland.

We'd be free in a week.

Two rounds the minute, sir.

What the devil are
you doing here?

Mr. Berry's orders, sir.

The French are over there.

Waiting.

They fire three rounds a minute.

You fire two.

By sunset tomorrow,
you'll all be dead.

Take off your
jackets and stocks.

Bites the cartridge.

Pours the powder.

Spits the bullet.

No ramrod, just a gentle
tap of the butt to send it down.

Save 20 seconds.

Now, the trick is, to keep the muzzle
up, to stop the bloody bullet falling out.

Of course, the muzzle
needs to point up anyway.

The Frog coming towards
you is high up on a horse.

Right!

Let's get to work.

Double ranks, Mr. Denny.

Double ranks!

And, Mr. Denny,

if you see any man doing
anything not in the manual...

Take his name, sir?

Give him half a pint of
rum on the spot, Mr. Denny.

Time this, Mr. Denny.

Tell them to load and
fire in their own time.

Load and fire in your own time.

Load!

Bite.

Pour.

Spit.

Tap.

Aim.

Bite.

Pour.

Spit.

Tap.

Aim.

Steady now, Dobbs.

Bite.

Pour.

Spit.

Tap.

Aim.

Do it again, Dobbs.

Cartridge.

Bite.

Pour.

Spit.

Tap.

Aim.

Damn it, Josefina.

I was worried about you.

Why?

Did you think that Mr. Sharpe
had stolen me away?

Three shots and ten
seconds in hand, sir.

Seven.

Six.

Five.

Four.

Three.

Two.

One.

Four shots the minute!

Sharpe.

Yes, sir?

Stop showing off, Sharpe.

Yes, sir.

Was set on Earth for everyone

Quite equally to share

Some poacher bold

As I unfold

Keep up your gallant heart

Aye, and think about
those poachers bold

That night in Rufford Park

Soldiering, sir!

This is the life!

Fun, ain't it, Josefina?

Have you ever been
in battle, Christian?

No, hope to.

Bloody good fun, eh?

I saw Vimieiro.

It made me cry.

Countess not
co-operating, old boy?

I wish I knew what
would please her.

Ask the maids.

What the blazes are you
on about, Berry, old boy?

Her name's Jacinta.

I had a bit of a fumble
with her last night.

A bit out of the bottom
drawer, Berry, eh?

I'm not exactly top
drawer myself, old boy.

The Countess owes her
maids two months' wages.

I say, Berry old boy, what
say you lend me some tin

and I pay the
maids on the quiet?

I don't lend, old boy.

I'll play cards with
you for three guineas.

Or you can touch
your Uncle Henry.

Damn it, I had to touch
him again yesterday

to settle what I owe you.

Three guineas, double
or nothing tonight, eh?

Captain Leroy, tell
Sharpe to get a move on.

Madam.

Sorry about this, Sharpe.

Sir Henry's compliments,

and you're not to
dawdle in the rear.

Right, lads.

If we can't dawdle in the rear,

we may as well
dawdle in the front.

Took the words
out of my mouth, sir.

War is as natural
to man, sir, as...

As...

- As nature, sir?
- Huh?

Yes.

As natural as nature.

What the blazes?

Quick time, sir.

The Rifle Regiment
has only two marches.

Quick time and dawdlin'.

What have they
brought the woman for?

Because they don't
know any better.

Harris, Cooper, Hagman.

Don't miss, damn you.

Sharpe, he's in
trouble, come on!

Come back at once, Major Lennox!

Sharpe brought
it on himself, sir.

The South Essex will advance
slowly and with caution, Major Lennox.

Did you get them?

- Yes!
- Yes!

South Essex, halt!

Fall in, lads.

No dawdling, now.

He's making fools of us.

Boys, who's for an apple?

Pay him!

How dare you, sir?

The Spanish are our allies, sir.

We do not loot comrades-in-arms.

Don't lecture me on allies, sir!

We're on our way to meet a
high-ranking Spanish colonel!

That's what I call an ally,
not some stinking peasant!

General Wellesley's orders are

to pay for all
food and drink, sir.

Wellesley's a fool!

The French live off
the land, why not us?

You want to pay him, Mr. Sharpe?

Pay him from your own purse.

I will pay.

This is between me
and him, Countess.

Think you've got
the tin, Sharpe?

Nada.

Is this nada too, eh?

Eh, you rascal!

- Shoot the blackguard!
- Don't move, Sir Henry!

Sharpshooters, sir.

All aiming at you.

Who the devil's this?

Comandante Teresa,
the leader of the guerrillas.

The Spanish call her The Needle.

Don't ask why.

Buenos dias, Comandante Teresa.

Let's go, Hogan, and
get these fools out of here.

The man with the cart is Capitan
Garcia, the Commander of this region.

I am hoping he will
join forces with me.

The guns were a token of
goodwill, you understand me?

Perfectly.

A marriage of convenience.

Well, let's be on
our way, Sir Henry.

South Essex!

Follow me!

Rifles, halt!

South Essex, halt!

We'll camp here
tonight, Sir Henry.

Destroy the bridge at dawn.

This evening we dine
with the Spanish officers.

Teresa, I want you to
keep Josefina company.

And you'll need all your
strength for tomorrow.

That's an order.

He will make good his right

To be a pilgrim

I will fly back home
to the one that I love

And in her soft bosom

I would build me a nest

And pillow my head
upon her lily-white breast

Where rifles crack
and cannons swath

On a foreign field

I still call her name

And if am delivered

As I hope to be

I shall sail home to England

And never part from thee.

Is Britannia afraid of Napoleon?

No, sir, Britannia is not!

Britannia holds Bonaparte
in the highest contempt.

Why?

Because he is French.

You fancy a fumble, old boy?

Hm?

Well, you might as
well have the maid,

since you can't
have the mistress.

As I deem it a great honor,
as Commanding Officer,

of the South Essex,

in the presence
of our gallant allies,

to acknowledge the
auspicious portents

of our Anglo-Spanish alliance.

Hear, hear!

Bravo!

And it gives me great
pleasure to propose this toast.

Gentlemen, to His
Most Catholic Majesty,

King Ferdinand VII!

King Ferdinand VII!

Hear hear, Sir Henry,
hear hear, bravo.

Look, I'm going to
get a bit of fresh air.

Good night, Major,
enjoy yourself.

I will, I've laid 10
guineas with Leroy

that Sir Henry will
talk for a full hour.

Five minutes more
and I'll have won my bet.

Bravo, Sir Henry!

More, more, more!

Bad luck, old boy.

Good night, Christian.

Lieutenant Berry.

Goodnight, Countess, dear.

Damn it!

Cards, old boy?

Afraid you've cleaned
me out, Berry, old boy.

I've no luck at cards.

I've no luck in love.

Nothing left.

You have the Countess.

And the Countess has troubles.

What the devil are
you on about, old boy?

I'll give you three
guineas on her.

You win, and you
go and pay her maids.

I'm sure she'll
show her gratitude.

What happens if
you win, old boy, huh?

Then I go and pay her maids.

I say, Berry, you don't mean?

Cards, old boy?

I was having a wee chat
with one of the maids, sir.

Jacinta.

Nice girl.

But it seems Berry's
been enjoying her favors.

It appears the Countess
is a wee bit hard up, sir,

and, you know, she wasn't
born a countess at all,

but sort of, well, worked
her way up through the ranks.

So did I, Harper.

If Berry's tumbling
the maid, sir,

he knows the
Countess is in trouble.

Who goes there?

Beg pardon, ma'am.

Silly old buffoon.

Bad luck, old boy.

I say, Berry, old chap.

Don't mean to back
down on a debt of honor,

do you, old boy?

What's that for, old boy?

The Countess has
been very naughty.

Making eyes at Sharpe,
making little of you.

Making a fool of Sir Henry,
calling herself a countess.

Very naughty indeed.

Naughty girls get
spanked, and put to bed.

Teresa?

This?

Or this?

How about this?

What's got you
boys all riled up?

The honor of the
South Essex, sir.

Lieutenant Berry unmasked
this woman as an impostor

and asked her to leave.

This woman can't even
pay her own servants.

I want her out of
the camp tonight!

Mr. Berry, see to
it, bag and baggage!

This woman is under
my protection, sir.

What?!

How dare you, sir?

I hold an officer's commission.

It is both my right and my duty,

to take a woman in
distress into my care.

Guess he's got that right.

Only if he can pay
for her protection.

Mr. Berry is right,
Captain Leroy.

Mr. Sharpe must
pay the servants.

Hey, Mr. Sharpe!

You dropped your purse
when you was tussling

with the young gentleman.

Captain Leroy.

Slaves, cotton and molasses.

Sir.

I owe you a debt, Mr. Sharpe.

And I, Leroy.

Goodnight.

You are lucky to have him.

He is lucky to have me.

You risked a lot, defending her.

She is very beautiful.

She's a woman.

She needed help.

I could have killed him.

I know what happens
when soldiers run wild.

He will cause
more trouble for her.

Not with you to protect her.

Promise me you
will take care of her.

My job here is done.

I've brought Garcia and
Major Hogan together.

I'm leaving.

Tomorrow.

Stay with me.

French infantry, sir.

A small patrol, sir.

Just looking.

Ah, well now.

We'll be giving them
something to look at.

I say, Hogan!

Enemy in sight!

Then let's get some
prizes, dear boys, hm?

Major Lennox!

Sir?

You will take men and the Colors
and chase away those damned French.

But we are about to
destroy the bridge, sir,

and these are very green troops.

Do you disobey my orders, sir?

I have never disobeyed
an order in my life, sir.

Mr. Denny!

Call out the guard.

Sir!

Turn out the guard!

Right, face!

Halt!

Forward, march!

This is a fool's mission,
watch my flank, Sharpe.

Halt!

Make Ready!

Present!

Fire!

Watch the flank!

The flank!

French cavalry!

Chosen Men!

Destroy the bridge,
destroy the bridge!

Goddamn!

Hurry, damn you, hurry!

Major Lennox!

I lost the Colors.

I want an eagle.

An imperial eagle,

touched by the hand
of Bonaparte himself.

Hey, Sharpe.

It's got a brass point.

You push it in
deep so I can feel it.

An eagle?

Guess a dying man can dream.

At a place called Assaye,

I saw a whole army ready to run.

Then a major of the 78th

took a step to his front,

and steadied the line.

That's him.

Major Lennox.

78th Highlanders.

I thought he was
just an old man.

Sir, what will Mr. Sharpe do,

now that Major Lennox
has asked him for an eagle?

I didn't hear Sharpe say nothing
about no eagle, Mr. Denny,

and neither did you.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

If you wanna live, Mr. Denny,

you stay away from Sharpe.

You've lost the Colors, sir.

The King's own Colors,
touched by his own hand.

Take my advice, and a
pistol, and go behind that tent,

and blow out what's
left of your brains.

Permission to speak, sir.

What is it, Harper?

Would you take an
order from me, sir?

Well, what is it?

Would you for the love
of Jesus stand easy, sir?

Well, it's easy for you to
say "stand easy," Harper.

Tell him, just tell
him the truth, sir.

Tell him that
Simmerson cut and run.

You expect Wellington
to take my word

against the word of a senior
officer like Simmerson?

- Look...

I have come to offer you
my support, Mr. Sharpe,

if that is worth
anything to you.

Thank you.

Harper, would you escort
the Countess inside?

Happy to, sir.

Sir.

What are you going to do?

I'll do what I always do.

I'll stand and fight.

Continue, Sir Henry.

Well, sir, on first
sighting the French,

I naturally gave the
order to advance.

That's my style, sir.

The South Essex
crossed over the bridge

and engaged the enemy.

Major Lennox panicked, so
then I fell back in good order

and destroyed the bridge, sir.

I have written to
Horse Guards, sir,

to state that the South Essex
acquitted itself most commendably,

in discharging both your general
orders to engage the enemy,

and your particular order
to destroy the bridge, sir.

Did any officer
distinguish himself?

Lieutenant Gibbons
led the advance, sir.

You may say that he
is tied to me by blood.

But is it a tie of blood
to tie my tongue,

and rob a brave man
of his just reward?

No, sir!

I recommend Lieutenant
Gibbons be gazetted Captain, sir.

And Lieutenant Sharpe?

Lieutenant Sharpe dithered, sir.

He was cut off when
we destroyed the bridge.

This is a report
from Major Hogan,

which differs somewhat
from your account, Sir Henry.

Major Hogan is
merely an engineer, sir.

Major Hogan's
coat buttons up tight

over a number of
other duties, Sir Henry.

Major Hogan reports a
number of losses, Sir Henry.

He says you first
lost your head,

and instead of destroying
the bridge, you marched over it.

He says you then lost your nerve

and ran from a
small French patrol.

He says you lost 10 men,
a major and two sergeants.

He says you finally
lost your sense of honor

and destroyed the bridge,

cutting off a rescue party
led by Lieutenant Sharpe.

Major Hogan leaves
the worst to the last.

He says you lost
the King's Colors.

The fault was not mine, sir.

Major Lennox must answer.

Major Lennox
answered with his life!

As you should have done, if
you had any sense of honor!

You lost the Colors
of the King of England!

You disgraced us, sir.

You shamed us, sir.

You will answer.

The South Essex is
stood down in name.

If I wipe the name, I
may wipe the shame.

I am making you a
battalion of detachments.

You will fetch and carry.

The Light company
put up a fight,

so I will let it stand under the
command of a new captain.

To be commanded
by the newly gazetted

Captain Gibbons, sir?

To be commanded by the newly
gazetted Captain Sharpe, sir.

I have a cousin at
Horse Guards, sir,

and I have friends at Court.

A man who loses
the King's Colors,

loses the King's friendship.

You have two choices.

To hide in England
or be a hero in Spain.

I shall help you to be a hero.

We had a skirmish
with the French today.

Tomorrow we shall have a battle.

You will be the first to
see a French column, sir.

It is not a pretty sight.

What you do then,
sir, is up to you.

Good morning.

Listen, and listen well.

You both dip into my purse.

That purse is now shut.

It will stay shut so long
as Sharpe struts around

sneering at the Simmersons.

You understand me?

Leave Sharpe to me, sir.

Sharpe.

I can make you a captain,
but I cannot keep you a captain.

There is talk about an
imperial eagle, Sharpe.

There is talk of a promise
made to the late Major Lennox.

Tell me on oath that the
talk is just idle gossip, Sharpe,

or by God, sir, I promise you will
walk out of that door a lieutenant.

I swear an oath, that no one
heard me make any promise

in respect of an imperial
eagle to Major Lennox, sir.

- Colonel Lawford.
- Sir.

You may escort Captain Sharpe
to the door, Colonel Lawford.

Yes, sir.

Thank you, sir.

Hogan.

Let the French know that
the fool who lost the Colors

is holding our flank.

But, sir, that means sending
a French column against...

If Hogan's spies can
spin a good yarn...

Major Lennox was
a damn fine officer.

Did I ever tell you the story of how
he steadied the line at Assaye, Hogan?

No, sir.

You're a damned liar, Hogan.

That's what you pay me for, sir.

Join me for a drink.

No.

I've got to lick the remnants
of the South Essex into shape.

Watch out for
Simmerson, Richard.

Simmerson?

- Simmerson's a fool.
- No, he's a coward, not a fool.

You make one mistake,
you heard Wellesley?

- I heard him.
- Good.

Well, don't brood
by yourself, Richard.

I know it's a poor substitute,
but if you can't be with her,

you might as well
be with your friends.

For an intelligence officer,
Hogan's got a loose mouth.

Well, he asked me
to keep an eye on you.

I'll see you in the
mess this evening.

Are you and the young
Lord twins, or what?

We spent three months
chained in a cell in India.

He had a page of the Bible.

In three months, he taught
me how to read and write.

How can you pay back a man who teaches
you to write your own name, Captain?

I say, old chap. Let's
have some fun, eh?

A duel.

What's that, old boy?

Nobody can beat me
with a pistol at 50 paces.

I've got to make
Sharpe call me out.

A duel.

Bloody Wellesley don't allow it.

So Sharpe loses even if he wins.

You want a woman, old boy.

Do I?

You know who I want.

That's the woman I had in mind.

Let's call on the
Countess, old boy.

That's a good idea.

What about Sharpe?

Sharpe's away playing soldiers.

Snap.

Those men who've
fought in a big battle before,

one pace forward.

This place is called Talavera.

There's gonna be a
battle here tomorrow.

You'll fight in it,
maybe even die in it,

but you won't see it.

There's a lot of
smoke in a battle.

Our cannon, their cannon.

Our shot, their shell.

Our volleys, their volleys.

You don't see a battle.

You hear it.

Black powder blasting
by the ton on all sides.

Back smoke binding
you and choking you,

and making you vomit.

And the French
come out of the smoke,

not in a line but in a column.

And they march
towards our thin line,

kettledrums hammering like hell,

and a golden eagle
blazing overhead.

They march slowly,

and it takes them a
long time to reach you,

and you can't see them in smoke,

but you can hear the drums.

And they march out of the
smoke and you fire a volley,

and the front rank
of the column falls,

and the next rank steps over
them, with drums hammering.

And the column smashes your
line, like a hammer breaking glass,

and Napoleon has
won another battle.

But if you don't run,

if you stand until you
can smell the garlic,

and fire volley after volley,
three rounds a minute,

then they slow down.

They stop.

And then they run away.

All you've got to do is stand,

and fire three rounds a minute.

Now, you and I know you
can fire three rounds a minute.

But can you stand?

Sorry, sir.

Sorry.

Bad business, Sharpe.

Berry and Gibbons were
here, with a riding crop.

They got out of the window
when they heard us on the stairs.

She's all right, Sharpe.

Josefina.

They treated me like an animal.

But they could not make
me do what they wanted.

We have to stop him.

You can't stop
Captain Sharpe, sir.

You can walk away from
him or stand behind him,

but don't ever try
and get in his way.

I give you Colonel
William Lawford,

one of the future leaders
of our great regiment.

Colonel, William, Lawford!

Disgusting Irish bogtrotter.

You know, Uncle, I don't
think Lawford is Irish.

So, what's happening
with Sharpe?

Oh, that's all in
hand, Sir Henry.

And I have to say, it was an
absolute pleasure to arrange.

Good.

I say, old man!

Drink, sir?

Thank you.

I don't fight duels over whores.

I do.

Sharpe just threw
away his promotion.

My orders are
perfectly clear, Lawford.

Dueling is strictly forbidden.

I shall make no exception
in respect of Captain Sharpe.

If he fights Berry at dawn,

he will be back among the
ranks before the sun is up.

There is no more to say, sir.

Yes, sir.

French hopping
about a bit, Hogan?

Yes, sir.

Send out a patrol
to take a look.

Not too big.

Eight men, two officers.

I have done so, sir.

About an hour ago.

Captain Sharpe
and Lieutenant Berry.

That should do the trick, Hogan.

We're a long way from home, sir.

Running back to show them
the hero's wound, dear boy?

I've decided not
to wait 'til dawn.

I'm gonna kill you tonight.

But there's no hurry.

I want to hear you
beg for mercy first.

So I'm gonna kick you again.

And again.

And then you can beg.

This is gonna hurt
quite a bit, old boy.

So will this, old boy.

Oh my God, I'm heartily
sorry for having offended thee.

I firmly resolve, with
the help of thy grace,

nevermore to offend
thee, but to amend my life.

Amen.

He won't be able to, Harper.

Able to what, sir?

Amend his life.

He hasn't time.

Maybe you're right.

He'll hardly be
needing this, so.

Leroy gets his loan back.

What'll I do with him?

Stick him behind
the French pickets.

He'll be among the
glorious dead tomorrow.

I think he's gone off, sir.

That bastard was gone
off even when he was alive.

Brandy.

Here's 40 shillings on the drum

For those who'll
volunteer to come

To 'list and fight
the French today

Over the hills and far away

O'er the hills and o'er the main

Through Flanders,
Portugal and Spain

King George commands and we obey

Over the hills and far away...

What are you doing
down here, sir?

You should be up in the
mess with your own kind.

They're not my own kind, Harper.

The lads want to toast
your promotion, sir.

Oh, I haven't got
the stomach for it.

We're fighting the
French tomorrow.

We could all get killed.

Would you not just put her
out of your mind for one night?

"And what man is there
that hath betrothed a wife

"and has not taken her?

"Let him go.

"And return unto his
house, lest he die in battle.

"And another man take her."

That's Deuteronomy.

There's a woman outside
looking for Captain Sharpe, sir.

Oh, every cripple has
his own way of walking.

O'er the hills and o'er the main

Through Flanders,
Portugal and Spain

King George commands and we obey

Over the hills and far away.

Teresa.

Is it true?

Is it true that tomorrow

you will try to take
a French eagle?

Lennox died at the bridge.

We lost the Colors.

And I thought you
had more sense.

And I thought you
knew me better.

Do you think it's funny
to die for an eagle?

I am a soldier.

Would you care if I died?

Yes.

Yes.

Then I shall take care not to.

God, Hogan.

Horse, foot, cannon.

The French outnumber
us three to one.

Does he know
something I don't, Hogan?

He knows three things, Lawford.

He knows that on his right,

the French will
not attack the fort.

He knows that on his left,

Simmerson will run.

And in the center he knows,

that Daddy Hill will stand.

Means nothing to
me, either, Lawford.

That's why he's a
general and we ain't.

And what are your
intentions, Sir Arthur?

Why, Hogan, I mean to give the
French a damn good thrashing.

Hot work, lads.

It were worse yesterday, sir,
when you let off the cannon.

Ah, you're a bloody liar, Dobbs.

Brooding on poor
Berry, dear boy?

Death of a hero.

We must all hope
to die so bravely.

What the devil's that?

God!

Oh, my God!

South Essex, fall
back, fall back!

South Essex!

Stand!

Steady, lads!

Steady!

Now, I know you can
fire three rounds a minute,

but what I want to know now,

is can you stand?

Three rounds a
minute, Captain Leroy.

Chosen Men, to me!

Hey, where are you boys going?

Hey!

Denny, you come
back here, you hear?

Goddamn!

Boys, let's load up
and do some shootin'.

First rank, fire!

One.

It'll take six to stop them.

Second rank, fire!

Two. LEROY: Reload!

LEROY: First rank!

Fire!

Second rank, fire!

Y'all doin' real good, boys!

First rank!

Fire!

Reload!

Second rank!

Fire!

Reload!

First rank, fire!

Free and easy, boys!

Fire!

Fire!

Chosen Men!

They're runnin', boys!

Goddammit, Denny.

I told you to stay
away from him.

- Dobbs.
- Sir?

Like to join the Rifles, Dobbs?

That I would, sir.

It's a good life.

If you can stay alive.

Well done, sir,
and all done, sir.

What a pounding the South
Essex gave that column,

and the advance of the 48th.

Talavera will be the
talk of London, sir.

- Hogan.
- Sir?

Did he?

Yes, sir.

Pity Lennox ain't
here to see it.

Damned fine
officer, Major Lennox.

Richard.

Did we...

Did Wellesley...

Yes, he won.

He won so well,
they made him a lord.

Lord Wellington.

I came to say goodbye, Richard.

What will you do?

Where will you go?

Captain Leroy
has been very kind.

I'm leaving for Lisbon today.

Vaya con Dios, Josefina.

Why?

I wanted to be
confirmed Captain.

I needed an eagle to be certain.

Young Denny.

Dead.

All the others.

All that blood.

For an eagle?

Slaves, cotton and
molasses, you said.

Slaves bleed.

All that black blood
to fill a purse, sir?

I figured...

I figured maybe,

you had another reason.

Shave, sir?

Water.

Water?

Jeez, you'll be asking
me for brandy next.

Brandy, sir.

Get that into you, sir,

and you'll be fit
for an Irish funeral.

Sharpe.

Major Hogan.

As from noon today,
Colonel Lawford

will be the beneficiary
of Simmerson's folly.

Sir?

He will take over acting
command of the South Essex.

And Simmerson?

War Office whitewash.

Exoneration and a blind eye.

Are you keeping well, Richard?

Aye.

I'm mending.

Why?

Richard.

Richard.

Your mind has been
making appointments

your body should never keep.

What do you mean by that, sir?

You have ambition, which
could be the making of you.

But you also have
a romantic soul,

which could be
the breaking of you.

Ambition and romance
is a poisonous brew,

and I mean to distill
the one from the other.

Are you questioning
my loyalty, sir?

I would stand it against yours.

Or is it that you see something
in me that you've lost in yourself?

Oh, believe me, Richard,
I've drunk of the cup,

and its intoxication I
can well remember.

I can hold my drink, sir.

See that you do, Sharpe.

See that you do.

Well,

you lived.

Just about.

You got what you wanted?

Oh, yes.

I did.

And you?

What do you want?

Me?

I want life to be simple again.

Simple?

What do you mean, simple?

Me.

Alone.

That simple.

So you want to be alone?

No.

Neither do I.

Shoulder, arms!

Present!

Fire!

Shoulder, arms!

Rifles,

left face!

Forward, march!

Here's 40 shillings on the drum

To those who'll
volunteer to come

To 'list and fight the foe today

Over the hills and far away

O'er the hills and o'er the main

Through Flanders,
Portugal and Spain

King George commands and we obey

Over the hills and far away.