All language subtitles for Sharpe - Sharpe`s Peril (1)

You, soldier,

dance with me.

I do not dance.

Do not, sir? Or cannot?

Will not, then. If it please you.

It does not please me.

I am resolved to step a measure
with every man here present.

And have a wager of my
friends to do the same.

What do you say to that?

You lose.

Not lost your touch
with the ladies, then?

What the hell are we
doing here anyway?

You saw the dispatch.

Aye, the Governor
requests your presence.

But why? I thought
we were headed home.

We are, Pat. We are, I promise.

Colonel Sharpe?

One moment, sir.

Damn the man, damn him to hell.

God rot all quill suckers, heh?

We sweat and bleed and
die upon their whim.

And for what thanks?

If it's gratitude you're after,
then you've joined the wrong army.

You may well be right at that.

Colonel?

Sharp. Richard Sharpe.

Count Vladimir Alexei
Dragomirov, 3rd Native Horse.

You have business
with the Governor?

Tread lightly. Sedgefield
is a wily, old devil.

Your Excellency, Colonel Sharpe.

Colonel, His Excellency
Viscount Sedgefield.

I'm told you have a nose for
mischief, Colonel Sharpe.

Told, sir?

His Grace, Lord Wellington.

After this late rebellion,
only recently put down,

we find ourselves, alas,
already facing fresh dangers.

Bandits, Sharpe,
in the high hills.

Under the thrall of a
cutthroat named Chitu.

Causing no end of havoc
with Company operations.

Villages put to fire and sword.

The harvest disrupted.

- Sorry to hear that.
- Indeed.

A Company squadron
under Count Dragomirov

has been dispatched
to find this Chitu.

And, so far, without success.

You are requested

upon the highest
authority, to do better.

I am no longer in the
service of His Majesty.

My business in India concluded.
I am for Calcutta and England.

I cannot persuade you?

Perhaps then,

might at least you be prevailed
upon to perform one last duty?

In which, I assure you,

there is no peril to yourself.

Aye.

If I can.

I have in my care a property.

Like yourself, bound
for the north.

May I look to you for
its safe conveyance?

Aye. Very well.

Your word?

What is it, this property?

Ah, Colonel Sharpe,

I have the honour to present

Mademoiselle
Marie-Angelique Bonnet.

- Who is she?
- Damned if I know.

Her fiance is a Company
Major, name of Joubert.

Stationed at Kalimgong.

Where, in God's
arse, is Kalimgong?

Company hill station,

on the way, Sedgefield says.

[SOLDIERS SINGING]

Major Tredinnick, sahib.

Marvellous, marvellous.

Who commands this column?

Why, sir, no man.

All men.

We are, you might say, a regular
Captain Copperthorne's crew.

A gentleman asks a civil question,
he expects an answer in kind

and none of your riddles.

What he means to say, sir, after
his fashion, is the matter

would depend on whether you
meant Company troops or king's.

For we number both
amongst the column.

- Your officer will do for now.
- Very good.

I'd be glad if our mounts
could be fed and watered.

And someone to see to the
lady's comforts also.

Quilter, Deever.
This way, gentlemen.

How is it you come to be
travelling along Company's routes.

- I was ordered, sir.
- There's bandits hereabouts,

all manner of heathen devilry.

Sooner than have troops
venture forth in small bands,

we thought it best to
combine all soldiery

same-wise bound into one column.

Mind how you tread,
that is elephant shit.

These gentlemen were hoping
to speak with you, sir.

Very good, Colour Wormwood.

Would you want me to remain, sir?

- In case there's any questions?
- I'm sufficient to the task.

Very good, sir.

You'll forgive Colour Wormwood's
familiarity, gentlemen.

Being not long in India, I
find myself beneath his wing.

Ensign Beauclere, 69th Foot.

Colonel Richard Sharpe,
late of the South Essex.

Sergeant Major Harper.

Your pardon, Colonel...

You may dispense with formalities.

I hold no present commission.

Mr Harper and myself are about

some private business on
the Governor's request.

And yourself?

I command a small
prisoner escort, sir.

Bound for Calcutta.

I'd hardly call such numbers
small, Mr Beauclere.

What have you in your
charge? Some regicide?

No, sir. You misapprehend me.

For the most part,
what you see here

is the royal train of the Maharani
Padmini Devi of Jhalawar.

A Princess?

Her Highness travels to Pankot

under protection of
Company detachment.

With Subedar Pillai commanding.

As for regicide, I
fear my prisoner

is in no mean so worthy of note.

So what was the offence?

The murder of an officer, sir,

in furtherance to robbery
of the regimental stores.

Oh.

The commissariat sets great store
by its spoons, so it does.

Subedar Pillai, then...

is in charge of the
safety of this column.

Do it.

Do it, man.

Not like that, you'll kill him.

You've got the blade
the wrong way round.

You need to line it up along
the vein, not across it.

Are you a farrier? I know how to
bleed a horse without killing it.

What are you waiting
for, then? Do it.

Hold onto that.

Right.

Keep the bugger steady, Pat.

He's fine.

Easy, boy. Take it nice and easy.

Easy now.

Easy, boy.

Just keep him there,
Pat, keep him there.

I reckon you'll live.

We are most grateful, Mr?

Sharpe. Colonel Sharpe.

Sergeant Major Harper.

For future, a wee
bit of ginger added

to his feed might help, madam.

Ask what reward you will of
Subedar Pillai for your service.

It shall be met. The beast out of

his misery is reward
enough, madam.

I'll be glad of some
words with the Subedar.

Yes, Colonel?

I...

was wondering, Subedar, if you
have any sound intelligence

as to the bandits
ranging hereabout.

I have a certain
cargo in my charge.

And I'm anxious for its safety.

You mean to leave me here in the
company of common soldiers?

Good practise I'd have thought.

You're set to marry
one, aren't you?

Major Joubert is a gentleman.

Yeah? Then, God help him.

The Company officer
has given me his word

provision will be made till
you're safely to Kalimgong.

You gave your word to
Viscount Sedgefield.

If there are bandits
in these hills,

then this column affords you
far better safety than us.

The Colonel is right, madam.

I'm glad of it.

At least I shall no longer be
kept awake by your snoring.

- I don't snore.
- Like a carthorse.

And since you are set
upon your fait accompli,

there is nothing further to say.

Monsieur.

She took it rather
well, I thought.

Colonel Sharpe?

Mrs Tredinnick.

My husband is the Major
of the engineers.

I'm certain he'd wish me
to present his compliments

and an invitation to dine
with us this evening.

That's really kind of
you, madam, but...

We'd be delighted.

Mr Harper, madam.

Well, until this evening, then.

I was gonna say no.

Are you all right? Listen,
you need to see a surgeon.

I'll do no such thing.

I'll speak to Pillai.

Oh, a Company surgeon?

I'd rather let you loose
with a hammer and fleam.

I'll be all right,
Richard. Truly I will.

Ok.

I'll fetch us kit.

We're bedding down here. Yeah.

Who's them strangers walking
Bo Peep, then, Colour?

No business of yours, Quilter. See
the prisoner is fed and watered.

- He won't have none.
- Nevertheless it must be offered.

King's Regulations are very clear
on this point. So look alive.

Run your vittles.

Do you want them or don't you?

Tis a matter of
indifference to me.

But I must fetch them here

and here as I am bid, no matter.

Corp,

it isn't worth taking on.

When we get back to the lines,
Colour will speak on your part.

That being done,

seems to me you'll
either hang or you

won't. And there's an end on it.

What a comfort you are.

What's your name, then, Corporal?

Barabbas.

Bloody hell. I thought
Dick were bad.

Barabbas?

A Bible name, isn't it?

I had it off a priest at
the Scottish Mission.

Oh, aye, foundling.

No shame in that.

Half the world were
got without ceremony.

Not always the worst half either.

Deserve it, did he, the
officer you killed?

I've known many that have.

But robbery, mind...

regimental stores.

I'd sooner an honest murderer than
a man as thieves off his mates.

But I expect you'll
tell me you're neither.

I've never met a guilty man.

Colonel Sharpe.

Mr Harper.

- You honour our table.
- Thank you, Major.

Now, if I may, Reverend Watkin.

Ensign Beauclere you know.

My wife, of course. Miss Bonnet...

And I are already acquainted.

Oh, of course.

Well, we wait only upon...

Ah, there he is. Good
evening, Subedar.

My apologies, I was
detained... Argh.

Take cover.

King's men to me. 69th to me.

Colour Wormwood, defend the camp.

Chitu's men?

Like as not.

What's the bill, Mr Beauclere?

Her Highness and the commonality
are all accounted for, sir.

Of Company troops,
four are numbered

dead, including the surgeon.

Six are wounded,

of which two, including Subedar
Pillai, are like to die.

- And your own section?
- Not a man come to harm, sir.

Colour Wormwood confides they
gave good account of themselves.

Though I confess,

with all that befell...

I'm hard pressed to order events.

The fire and the fighting.

The horses an' all.

Your first action?

Yes, sir.

You did well.

I would hope so, sir.

I was, you see, born to a soldier.

Indeed?

Perhaps you met him. You will have
heard of him almost certainly.

He was the man brevetted
Major at Vittoria

for capturing Marshal
Jourdan's baton.

I don't believe I know him.

You would have taken to him, sir.

For he was very brave.

Much admired by his men.

"Was", Mr Beauclere?

He fell, sir,

at Roncesvalles.

When I was a boy.

And there was I thinking
it was you and me

that came across the
Marshal's baton at Vittoria,

abandoned in the
baggage train along

with King Joe's royal Jakes pot.

Happen your memory is off, Pat?

A common effect of advancing
years, I understand.

I posted pickets but...

their throats were cut.

I should have done more.

You did all that
could be expected.

I must beg of you a
service, Colonel.

Will you stay with the column?

At least as far as Kalimgong.

It's a lot to ask, I know, but...

it's only two days march.

Besides,

I should rest a lot
easier, knowing...

a senior officer were among us.

You have Major Tredinnick.

An engineer, Colonel,

he is not a soldier.

Subedar Pillai is
correct, Colonel.

Better by far, the
men have someone

of both rank and
martial reputation

to look to at such a time.

You may depend on my support.

In every particular.

I'm grateful. Gentlemen.

Colour Wormwood.

Make ready the column to move out.

Mr Beauclere?

Whatever instruction you
receive off Colonel Sharpe,

you may take as if the
order were my own.

If you say so, sir.

Within the hour. Colour Wormwood.

What could I say?

Huh?

Do you hear me complaining?

Just so far as this hill station.

Two days,

then we're away.

So, who is he, then, Paddy?

Your Colonel Sharpe?

That would be "Mr Harper"
or "Sergeant Major Harper",

when addressing me, Private Croop.

Who is he, though? He put Colour
Wormwood in a brown study.

You'd know, Dan, you'd know.

For of all studies, I swear,
there's none as brown as yours.

He's no proper officer,
that much is plain.

He's more of an officer than
you'll ever meet, Croop.

He don't talk like no officer.

He may not have the
holiday and lady terms

that some of your peacocks
so easily command,

but when your back
is against the wall,

he's the one man you
want beside you.

How is the Subedar?

Very weak, madam.

He has lost much blood.

Though he suffers me to touch
him, he will take of me no water.

Even this I am only able
to do when he sleeps.

Dustoor hai. It's the custom,
a stricture of his birth.

But if he does not let me
help him, he will die.

Perhaps, but...

Subedar Pillai would sooner death

than to break his caste.

Colour Wormwood.

Volunteers for a forage party.
Your section will serve.

Begging your pardon, sir,
but that's coolie work.

Can't have King's
men cutting corn,

not while Company troops
are sat on their arses.

Company troops are
needed here, Colour.

To protect the column.

And if the bandits
should return, sir?

Company troops made a pretty
poor show of it last evening.

And Mr Beauclere is only a lad.

A mount of pluck is worth a tonne

of shit and that
lad has got pluck.

So would you with a
name to live up to.

Happen his father
were a brevet Major.

Captured Marshal Jourdan's
baton at Vittoria.

Begging your pardon, again, sir,

but I wouldn't put much
money into that tale.

There's only one Beauclere
I know of at Vittoria.

And he was no brevet Major.

Bewrayed his breeches at the
first volley and turned tail.

Provosts found him
after the battle,

at an inn, drunk as a judge
and in such a condition,

put a rope to his neck.

You are mistaken, Colour Wormwood.

There was another
Captain Beauclere

upon the field that day.

Indeed, sir.

And was there?

I do not know the particulars
of this other fellow,

but I assure you

it was my father who
captured Jourdan's baton.

Aye.

Stay with the column, then,
if that is your will.

Thank you, sir.

Something you wanted
of us, Mr Beauclere?

It's Miss Bonnet, sir.

She's taken a horse.

I tried to stop her, sir, but...

she said she would only
be some short while.

What the hell do you
think you're about?

I wanted to ride.

I can see that. Perhaps
you've forgot.

But only last night we were
attacked by Chitu's bandits.

They will be far behind us by now.

I wouldn't be so sure. If I
can track you, so can they.

I will return presently.

Now, Madam.

At once.

God knows I didn't
look for this duty.

But for better or worse,

I'm responsible for your safety.

Unhand me.

You are rude, sir.

You are rude and ignorant

and an uncouth brute.

And you, madam, are
a spoiled, wilful,

petulant and selfish young fool.

Selfish?

If you will not take thoughts
of your own well-being,

then at least consider
your fellow travellers.

I'm seeing the column
safe to Kalimgong.

We aren't chasing you up
and down the country.

Now, get on your mount
and follow me back.

Or will you have me carry you?

You would not dare.

I was done with my ride anyway.

Do your duty now, boy.

You flow like the River Liffey.

Argh.

Sir. Major sahib.

We're being attacked,
Your Highness.

Can you fight?

Stay here and keep out of
sight. I'll do no such thing.

For once in your life, do
as you're damn well told.

Fall back. Fall back.

King's men and Company to me.

I told you to stay put.

I could use a rifle.
Not a bloody chance.

We need every man we can get.

Count Dragomirov. Colonel Sharpe.

By God,

I were never so glad
to see a cavalryman.

May I impose then upon your
hospitality for some short while?

At least until our
mounts are rested,

and we may continue the pursuit?

Aye. And welcome.

Colour Wormwood will
see you provisioned.

I must take count of our losses.

- Colour Wormwood.
- Sir.

I want that prisoner secured now.

This instant.

You heard him. Take him away.

Oh, I see the hand of God
is upon you still...

Corporal Hakeswill.

What did you call him?

Corporal Hakeswill.

The luckiest soldier I ever met.

Hakeswill?

God all bloody mighty.

Take it easy, please.

Please.

Hakeswill?

Enough now. Come on.

Hakeswill, where did you
get your name, then?

Stand off, Richard.

Barabbas?

A fine gesture is that.

Stand off, please.

Hakeswill. Hakeswill.

And you give him a rifle?

What's the matter, you
bastard? Cat got your tongue?

I'm talking to you.

- Where did you get your name?
- From a man like you.

Aye. Redcoat was he?

Sergeant? I know he was.

Obadiah.

Ah. I thought as much.

Thief. Murderer. Rapist.

That were your father, Barabbas.

Well, I'll not leave it to a
court martial and the provosts.

I'll make an end of
you here and now.

What's this man's father to you?

He killed my wife.

Killed her.

And left our daughter motherless.

Now be content.

For all that, sir,
this is not right.

Look to your business, Major.

If any man...

comes between me and that
bastard, I'll kill them.

- Out of the way, Pat.
- I can't let you do it.

Stand aside, damn you.

You'll have to put me down first.

I regret I cannot spare any
of my men to your escort.

But you may depend, with
my squadron in pursuit,

these devils will
trouble you no further.

So, from here,

- where will you go?
- Kalimgong.

The Company garrison.

You should be safe there.

You should step down from
the waggon, Miss Bonnet.

Take the air a while.

How is he?

He's failing.

I do not know how much longer he
can last without proper care.

I'm sure you're doing
all that can be done.

We shall make Kalimgong tomorrow.

The Subedar shall have a surgeon.

And you, your Major Joubert.

I am obliged to you for your
action during the attack.

Obliged?

I am reluctant to be in your debt.

Having been the
daughter of a soldier,

I care little for the profession.

Then upon one thing at
least, we are in agreement.

As for any obligation,

I did my duty, madam.

Nothing more.

Have you not had enough
excitement for one day?

He's bad blood, Pat.

And that's an end on it.

God knows, Richard,
I've never taken

another man's side against you

and I'm not gonna start
now, but you are wrong.

- Am I though?
- In this, yeah, you are.

Just keep him from my view.

One more day, Pat.

One more day and then
I'm rid of them.

Miss Bonnet, Hakeswill,

the whole damn lot.

Whoa.

Why do we delay? Is
there difficulty?

Merely a precautionary
measure, madam.

Mr Harper and myself
will reconnoitre

- the way ahead.
- Reconnoitre?

But... this is a Company
hill station, is it not?

Aye, madam. And as such, I
would expect to see some men.

At least upon the battlements.

Major Tredinnick,
you have command.

- Yes, sir.
- Wormwood, bring your section.

Skirmish order.

Skirmish order, lads.

Secure the fort.

You heard the Colonel,
gentlemen. Look to it.

Safe bloody harbour is this.

That Chitu bastard must
have some strength

to take a fort fully garrisoned.

An escalade maybe.

Under cover of dark.

Could have been over the
walls and among them

before the alarm were raised.

Here, sir, we've got a live 'un.

Christ God almighty.

Simmerson.

Do you know him, sir?

Aye, Croop.

I know him.

Deever.

Sir.

There's an infirmary
under the north rampart.

Take the wounded there. Sir.

Water. Water.

I must have water.

Give him some.

Not too much now.

Just enough to wet his lips
or else he'll split his guts.

God bless you, sir, God bless you.

Praise God, sweet
Jesus, for mercy.

Mercy.

Do you know, Simmerson?

Do you not know me?

Aye, sir.

Thou art my redeemer, sir.

Dick Sharpe, Sir
Henry. Richard Sharpe.

The sweetest name in
all the world, sir.

Come press your cheek
against my lips, sir.

That I may kiss my
blessed saviour.

The sun...

We must save the harvest.

He's raving.

It might be a kindness to
ease his suffering, sir.

I served once in a company
almost wiped out by his orders.

He's a stupid, malicious bastard.

Aye.

For he's my stupid,
malicious bastard.

If anybody has earned the
right to do for him, it's me.

And I say he lives.

Oh, no.

No, no, no, no, no. It won't do.

Am I to understand that gentlemen
and ladies are to billet together?

It is too much.

For shame, Mr Watkins, can not
you show some fellow feeling?

Miss Bonnet has
suffered a great shock.

What shock?

She's come here to
meet her fiance.

And as to our quarters,

well, surely, between us we
can improve on our situation.

Why here even, a broom.

Might almost have been
waiting upon us for use.

Perhaps, Reverend,
fetch me some water

and see if there is some
scrubbing soap to be had.

Colour Wormwood.

The garrison must be
put in the earth.

Will you organise a burial party?

These hereabout lying dead is
Company troops, Mr Harper.

What of it?

You'll find the heathen
is most particular

about his funeral observances.

Is that a fact?

You see...

some is for burning,

some for setting adrift
along this holy river.

Whilst yet more has
a fancy to have

their insides pecked out by birds.

It is a...

confusion.

Yet their wishes
must be considered,

lest we... affront the living.

Just seem them in the
ground, will you, Wormwood?

And leave the rest
to the Almighty,

You heard him, lads.

Get on with it.

To soldier I signed up for, I'm
not a bloody grave digger.

It's my fancy we'll dig
a church yard full

before that long-legged
jackanape is done with us.

Just make sure it ain't our
own we're digging, Danny.

Oh, I means to, I means to.

The raiders have left us
little of use, Colonel.

No food.

And the well is spoiled
with the dead.

I had thought among the flotsam

to find some hint of
the garrison's fate.

A bandit attack.

I doubt the writer would have
had time to make note of such

before being himself overcome.

Yet someone has been
here before me.

Unless these bandits
are men of learning,

I can't reason their interest
in books and parchment bonds.

Happen they've a taste for lists.

The army is fond of lists.

If you come upon any mention
of Miss Bonnet's fiance,

you'll let me know of it.

He's not among the dead?

The only white man accounted
for is Simmerson.

It's possible this Major
Joubert is out on patrol.

I'll be glad to
give her some hope.

My wife is offering such comfort
and assurance as she can.

Aye. You've a good 'un there,
Major. If you'll allow.

Indeed, Colonel.

I hold myself the luckiest of men.

Yet also, I fear, a selfish one.

There's a score of years
and more between us, sir.

I wonder sometimes
if she would have

been happier with a younger man.

The choice was hers
to make, Major.

To my mind, she chose wisely.

Aye, sir, aye.

As you say,

fortune favours me
beyond my deserving.

You'll catch 50 lashes if
Colour Wormwood finds you.

Now then.

Now then...

What have you?

As fine a pair this
soul ever laid eyes on.

Don't tell me there's some
bevvy hid there still.

God bless officers.
Soldiers share.

Always.

But not here?

Let's find ourselves
a bit of peace

and quiet so we can
enjoy it proper.

Should you be here, madam?

I can send someone to relieve you.

My time is better occupied.

How fares the General?

His thoughts come and go.

And the boy?

Sleeping.

If you embrace Christ
with all your heart,

even at this late hour,

all your sins will be
washed as white as snow.

Come, sir.

I thought we'd cleared
this place of vultures.

You must leave the sick
to their rest, Mr Watkin.

As Madame tends to the
physical, Colonel,

so I look to tend
the immortal soul.

As maybe, sir.

Yet you must come away.

Now, sir.

The man is dying.

Will you not let him go in peace?

I am on God's work,
Colonel. God's work.

- You're a bloody hypocrite.
- For shame, sir. For shame.

At least Simmerson has
cause for his madness.

You? You're the worst
kind of lunatic.

About your business, sir,
and try me no further.

Go, sir, sing,

cry hallelujah and
give amen to the

top of your lungs, but not here.

[WOMAN SINGING]

Hey, hey, hey.

Ah. Hello, missy.

How might a kiss be?

Hold her, Ned, that I may
have a kiss off her.

Leave her be.

All right?

A pretty pickle and no mistake.

600 miles between here and home.

I don't think we can rely

on Dragomirov's troopers
to deliver us again.

We've done what we said.

We brought them safely here.

We have.

Ain't our business to do owt else.

I won't argue with that.

Right.

Right.

We should just...

just leave them, then?

We should.

But you won't.

Major.

Major, there's been
some trouble, sir.

Please, sir, come with me.

Just when it seemed
to be going so well.

Keep to all as I
foretold, girl, or

the worst of it will come to you.

Savvy?

What the hell is going
on here, Colour?

My men come along your
sapper there, sir,

looking to take his pleasure of
the maid, he was, sir, by force.

Naturally, being
concerned of her honour,

they come to her defence.

You can ask the girl, sir.

Sir, I did not.

Their word against his, sir.

That's the very nub of it.

I can't believe a fine
officer such as yourself

would want to take sides with
one of them. Against your own.

Not only are you a liar, Wormwood,
but a bloody fool also.

Liar, sir?

That's a very serious charge, sir.

Very serious.

Not at all the sort of accusation

an officer would make
against an enlisted man

without such proofs as would
be necessary to back it up.

- Proofs?
- Cases where the honour of

an enlisted man
have been impugned,

sir, KRs are very clear
about such proofs, sir.

A barrack room lawyer, too?

King's Regulations is like the
good book itself to such as I.

Then you'll know what
the punishment is

for running an
indisciplined section.

Indisciplined?

These men are unfit for
duty through drink.

They are on drunk, sir, I
grant, but on duty, sir?

No, sir.

There we differs. Do we, Colour?

We does, sir.

I was raised up from
the ranks, Wormwood.

You know what that means?

It means you've done a
feat, sir. Usually.

It also means I know every dirty
soldier's trick in the book.

Is that so, sir?

It is so.

And I'll tell you something more.

Rape is a hanging offence.

Even attempted.

Rape's a hanging,
drunk's a flogging.

And you in charge of all.

Sir.

I could break you for this.

Push you down to private.

I've seen some piss-poor sections
in my time, by God I have,

But yours is a bloody disgrace.

Work-shy, gutless,

but that is gonna change.

From now on, they are on picket.

Permanent.

And every spare second,
you're gonna be on drill.

Pat. Sir.

I want them sober and on the
firestep within the hour.

Right, you sons of whores,

you heard the officer.

Double, double, double.

Aye, I know Robert.

Believe me.

If things were else, I'd hang
them and have done with it.

But we've 600 mile of
hostile country before us.

And I need every man I've got.

He will not be long now.

I'll stay by him.

There is no word of Philippe?

No, madam, not yet.

But that he was not found
amongst the rest...

it's possible Major
Joubert survived.

Joubert...

Joubert.

The devil. The filthy devil.

Lie still, sir.

You are not yourself.

Joubert.

The harvest. We must
save the harvest.

Stop him.

Stop him...

He's not in his right
mind, madam. I promise.

- He'll be calling for my head.
- Sir.

I think he's gone, sir.

Aye.

Aye, he's that.

Sharpe means to lead
us on to Calcutta.

Says who?

Colour had it off his own lips.

Then we're dead men.

Someone should do something.

What though, boys?

There's the rub.

And who to do it?

Any volunteers?

A soldier's solution, then.

We shall be like unto the Roman,

when the parted his
raiment into four,

yet would not rend his vesture,

but rather cast lots for it.

He that plucks the
shortest measure

from Deever's shut fist...

shall stand assassin.

That's murder, Colour.

It's him or us, boys.

Him or us.

Pat.

Jesus.

Keep them back, Pat.

Tell them to keep back.

How many?

Too many. 60, 70.

Whole families, Richard.

Young and old.

Men, women, children,
for the love of God.

This Chitu is as wicked a
dog as I've ever known.

Aye.

But it's a strange kind of
rebel that slaughters his own.

Do you not think? These
people were farmers, Pat.

No threat to any. Where's
the profit in it?

You've set your finger on the
nub of the matter, Colonel.

There's more to this
than simple rebellion.

I'm told you had some
time this afternoon

in conversation with Major
Tredinnick, General.

Whom?

We spoke of the attack
upon Kalimgong, General.

You remember?

Of course I remember.
Damned hard to forget.

Perhaps you'll be so good as to
tell these gentlemen what befell.

Company half squadron arrived
to collect the early harvest.

And this would have
been the 70 chests

mentioned in the Company
writer's report?

General?

It would, sir.

I gave the task to my
second-in-command.

First mistake.

Not my usual aide-de-camp.

But a damned Frenchman
on temporary attachment.

Papers in order.

But I thought it a rum
go over all the same.

Cavalryman, you see?

Never trust a damned Frenchman.

Go on, sir.

The devil had my sepoys
load his waggons.

Then once the job was done,

damn my eyes if the Major
didn't mount up the cavalry

and turn them upon us.

Entire garrison
slaughtered to a man.

Only I was spared.

- Who was he?
- I've told you.

Damn Frenchman.

Major Joubert, the
3rd Native Cavalry.

But we agreed, sir, you were
confused upon the point.

Joubert is the fiance
to the young lady

who has been tending
you in your infirmity.

I think I might remember
the name of the devil

who staked me out under
the sun to die, sir.

Joubert.

Major Philippe Joubert.

- Madam.
- Non.

Philippe is dead. The General
is mistaken. You said yourself.

Perhaps.

Yet we did not find him.

It's not possible.

You think I would
marry such a man?

What the hell was in those chests
that was so important anyway?

Opium, Pat.

Grown under licence from the
Company and destined for China.

Same as they were raising
in this village.

Colonel Sharpe is
right, gentlemen.

The Company has these last
years imported from China

ever greater quantities of tea.

Tea must be bought with something.

It helped them to
balance the books.

By selling China the
one thing she craves.

You have not one whit of proof to

support so scandalous
an allegation.

I expect he does.

I had occasion myself to
examine the writer's office.

There are some certain ledgers
and accounting books missing.

The contents of which I intend
upon my return to England,

and to the everlasting shame
of His Majesty's government,

to make known.

It would seem this
Joubert, then, sir,

has resolved to enter
into the trade himself.

Not just him, Mr Beauclere.

The half squadron of cavalry
that came to Kalimgong

was of the 3rd Native Horse.

It's Dragomirov.

Stealing the harvest.

And blame it on this rebel Chitu.

If such a man even exists.

There's something out there, sir.

Moving.

In those trees and bushes.

Skirmish order.

Halt. Who goes there?

Sharpe.

Advance and be recognised.

What was it? A tiger? What?

Yeah, a tiger, all right.

But only a little 'un.

The lass say owt?

Men on horses, sir.

- Bandits?
- Or "bad men" she says.

And one of them, their "chief"
she called him, was white.

Why did Dragomirov let us
carry on to the hill station?

Happen he'd no notion then.

The fort had already
fallen. To Joubert.

Nor reason to care over much.

For we should have
taken such slaughter

to be the work of Chitu
and his bandits.

More, sir, we should have
returned to the lines

bearing tales which served
to further his deception.

Only, Joubert made a mistake.

He left alive a witness
to his treachery.

If in ignorance, then,
we presented no threat,

we must assume that
when Dragomirov

is reunited with Joubert,

- the truth will out.
- Aye.

We leave at first light.

They have been and gone.

I hope, Major Joubert, that your
taste for the dramatic flourish

is not about to cost us dear.

Monsieur.

If Simmerson died

before Sharpe's column
got here, all is well.

If he survived, however,
to tell of your perfidy...

The bridge is gone.

I'd say the rains
have washed it away.

Colour Wormwood, take picket.
Sing out if any bugger comes.

- Sir.
- Pat.

Unhitch the waggons,
turn the animals loose.

I understand Mr Nash is
upon fashioning a pavilion

very like your own for the
Prince Regent, Your Highness.

- In Brighton.
- Brighton?

A small town by the
sea. In Sussex.

When complete, I fancy it will be
the gayest place under heaven.

Your Highness, I must
ask you to dismount.

Dismount? Why?

We bear enough provision
for ourselves, madam.

The animals must be turned loose
here and left to themselves.

I will not abandon my Chetak.

We've no choice, madam.
From here we go on foot.

Only those things essential to
our journey may be carried.

Food, water, ammunition.

Keep that rope nice
and tight now, Singh.

Nice and tight.

Only those things essential
to our journey, Mr Watkin.

Maybe you did not hear.

But these things are
essential, Colonel Sharpe.

Indeed?

This is essential?
And that, and these?

They are liturgical
accoutrements, sir.

Necessary to furnish my
new mission at Banutola.

Once we've reached safe ground,

you can make arrangements to
have your equipment retrieved.

But, Colonel...

[THEY SPEAK IN A NATIVE TONGUE]

Where is she going?

It's my looking glass.

With Colonel Sharpe's haste

to have us abandon all our
belongings, she forgot it.

- We've no time for this, madam.
- I know.

I told her so, Mr Harper,
I told her, but...

she insists.

I looked for you at
Kalimgong, Colonel.

But I only found fresh graves
and the garrison missing.

The fort was attacked

and a company entire
put to the sword.

- Did none survive?
- None.

Philippe.

Non.

But I think one perhaps.

And by your lie, I must assume he
has told you of his misfortune.

Leaving the commanding
officer alive

was an unnecessary cruelty
on my associate's behalf.

Major Joubert.

I cannot allow your
companions to reach the lines

in receipt of such
intelligence against me.

Are you gonna kill them?

In any enterprise there
is always spoilage.

But as gentlemen, can we not come
to some reasonable agreement?

You and I?

There is no need for you to
suffer along with the rest.

Nor indeed the good
Major's fianced bride.

[THEY SPEAK FRENCH]

If it is a matter of scruple,
I have always found gold

the sovereign thing on earth
for a troubled conscience.

There's not enough gold in the
world to buy your life back.

My life?

Well, we shall have our time.
Perhaps sooner than you think.

Quick.

Quick, get him across.

- Colonel, sahib.
- Come on, lass.

Major. Get up, sir.

Get up.

I want them alive.

Come on, Richard. Up you come.

Come on.

Richard.

Where the hell are you going?

Can't leave her to them, Pat.

You go across that river,
you're a dead man.

What good are you to her then?

Damn it to hell.

Fall back.

Fall back, damn it.

They're retreating.

You'll have to take them on, Pat.

Me? Hold on a minute.

No argument.

Dragomirov will be looking
for another place to cross.

You keep to Tredinnick's map.

I'll rejoin you as I may.

Richard, what are you doing?

She came back for me, Pat.

She came back for me.

Argh.

I cannot reach the ball, sir.
It is too deeply lodged.

Can he be moved?

If you wish him to bleed
afresh with every step.

Indeed, Mr Harper... I can.

Robert.

I will.

If Lance-Naik Singh will
lend me his shoulder.

I can travel.

With consideration, Mr Harper,

I've come to the opinion
the General is mad, sir.

Have you ever met one that wasn't?

Come on, Mr Beauclere,
pick up the pace.

That's the way, sir.

Damn forlorn hope, I calls it.

Staunch griping, Quilter,
I will not hear it.

There is always hope. While
Colonel Sharpe was with us, sir.

Not now. It's a bitter
blow, I grant you.

But all is not lost.

We must trust to Mr Harper and
support him in all things.

He's no rank, sir.

No.

No, he has not.

Yet he will, I think,
get us through.

Pray God you're right, sir.

Pray God you're right.

Do you not want to bathe, cherie?

I do not wish to.

But I wish it.

If it is your modesty
that prevents it,

do not fear. I will
send my men away.

I see you are ready.

What do you want of me sir?

Show yourself.

It's three years since I saw
a white woman. Show me.

Stand by, you bastard.

Stand back.

Ah, the English Colonel, huh?

Soldat.

Colonel Sharpe, is it not?

No doubt, Count
Dragomirov will reward me

for bringing such a
useful prisoner.

- Soldat. To me.
- Your men are dead, Joubert.

- Just you and me now.
- No.

Only me.

It's all right, lass.

From now on you're safe.

I've given him as decent
a burying as I can.

Leastways,

better than any he had a right to.

You're bleeding.

It's nowt.

Let me see.

If I do not staunch your bleeding,

how far do you
imagine we will get?

See? It's nowt.

Nonetheless, it must be
cleaned and dressed.

- Your shirt?
- What?

If you please.

Bloody hell.

From my wife's mum.

The one you spoke of?

Teresa?

Teresa, aye.

You had a daughter, you said?

Aye.

There.

Antonia.

That's her likeness.

Pretty girl.

Aye.

Happen she took after her mother.

And where is she now?

With Teresa's family.

Somewhere.

I can't hope to look for her.

Not in the army.

Army is no place to raise a child.

The light is failing.

We'll make no more ground today.

Wormwood, pitch camp.

Pitch camp.

Deever,

you take first picket, two
hours on, two hours off.

You have been all my happiness.

And a joy...

far beyond my deserving.

Hsst now.

Hsst.

You'll start my eyes watering
with all your flattering.

Stout heart, my girl.

Stout heart.

You've not ate owt, madam.

I'm not hungry.

You should eat all the same.
Keep your strength up.

Things will look
brighter, come morning.

I will forget I killed
my fiance, do you mean?

Here now, here, come on.

It were either him or me.
And I'm glad it weren't me.

If it's any comfort, he got no
more or less than he's deserving.

But have you killed many men?

Did they deserve it?

Some.

But most were just poor soldiers

who happened to wear a
different uniform from me.

But in a just cause?

I'm not sure I ever heard of one.

War is the business
of kings, Miss.

Kings and governments.

And however they dress
it, in the end,

the whys and the wherefores
come down to one thing.

Loot, booty, treasure.

Us soldiers...

we just do the dying for them.

So nobody saw him go?

Well, I saw a fellow head off,

that took him on some
post-culinary business.

Mr Beauclere, you will
take the company on.

Mr Harper.

You will forgive me, sir, but
the column needs you here.

Major Tredinnick is my officer.

I will find him.

You may kill me, Count,

but if by God's good grace,
Colonel Sharpe still lives,

upon his steel shall you
answer for your offences.

Sharpe is dead.

All your hope is in vain.

However, tell me where the rest
of your party can be found.

I may yet spare your life.

Betrayal is your creed.

Not mine.

You're a brave man.

You see, madam?

I told you all would
look better by morning.

We've come up on the track.

A few hours riding should
see us back to the column.

Major, sahib.

Major, sahib...

Singh...

You must tell...

Mr Harper, tell him...

Colonel Sharpe is dead.

I heard the news off Dragomirov.

Look to my wife.

See her...

safe through.

Safe through...

No harm will touch
her while I breathe.

I swear.

Those were the Major's words.

I'm sorry to bear no
better tidings, sir.

No.

Speak me no speeches,
Lance-Naik Singh.

By and by, I will hear all
that there is to be heard,

but just... just grant me
a few private moments,

just to gather myself.

I beg you.

Philippe was
garrisoned for a short

while upon the lie-de-France.

My father liked to gamble

and when he could not
cover his debts...

Won you at cards?

An unusual way to find a
husband, I grant, but...

I wasn't going to do any better.

A shrewish reputation
does not encourage

eligible suitors
to a woman's door.

Headstrong maybe.

But shrewish? Nah.

I would not call you that.

You called me worse.

Spoiled, petulant, selfish...

Ah.

And yet you came after me.

I made a promise with
Viscount Sedgefield.

Do you always keep your...

Colonel Sharpe.
Mademoiselle Bonnet.

Unless I'm mistaken, with
Major Joubert's horse.

No foolish heroism, please.

Lay down your arms and
you'll be treated fairly.

Our field headquarters.

A finer billet than any other
Company barracks, is it not?

- Take her to her quarters.
- I will stay with Colonel Sharpe.

You will do as you are bid.

There are some matters which lie

between the Colonel and
myself we must resolve.

The ladies of the palace will
see you have all you require.

Richard...

It's all right, madam,
you'll be safe enough.

A fine piece.

But I think a little
headstrong, is she not?

She knows her own mind.

A habit,

in my experience, as unwelcome
in a woman as it is in a horse.

Will you take a dish
of tea, Mr Harper?

When low on spirits, my Robert,

he always took a dish
to be restorative.

I will, madam. Thank you, madam.

We've made some good
progress this morning.

Have we not?

We've done as well
as we may, madam.

But enough...

would you think?

To put us beyond the reach of...

of that man?

I hope so, madam.

I really hope so.

So, here you see my manufactory.

This is where the raw juice
of the poppy is prepared.

Dried

and shaped into these cakes.

The work does not
take great skill.

But it requires some attention
on the part of the worker.

Purity is all.

A moment's inattention
and the whole

batch may be ruined past saving.

This fellow here for example.

His daydreaming has
already cost me dearly.

Do you know how much opium
China imports, Colonel Sharpe?

Some 20,000 to 30,000
chests a year.

A year.

I have from this season
alone already 1,100 chests.

And the raw material for
some 800 or 900 more.

�35 a chest.

�70,000.

With so much at stake,

do you truly suppose that I intend

to allow your friends
to make Calcutta?

Yet, I will strike a
bargain with you.

Save me the inconvenience
of hunting them down

and I will spare them.

They will be my guests here

until what business I have
in India is concluded.

Thereafter,

they will be set free.

You have my word.

I've heard benefit
of your word before.

Meantime...

I advise you to spend the rest
of the day in consideration.

[SPEAKS NATIVE TONGUE]

Argh.

With or without your help...

be assured, Colonel,

I shall find the rest
of your company.

Mr Harper, the men
are of the opinion

we should parlay with
Count Dragomirov.

What measure of mercy are
the men hoping to receive?

The same as we got off
Dragomirov at the river?

The same as Major Tredinnick?

We're for Calcutta.

You go back to your section
and you tell them so.

This is a fool's errand.

And damned fools be we
for following Sharpe.

That'd be Colonel Sharpe
to you, Wormwood.

Colonel or no, he's gone.
You'll not see him again.

For all his high cockalorum,
good riddance to the bastard.

You keep your tongue
behind your teeth.

As you were, you sons of whores.

Attend me now.

If there is any man here
who wants to turn back

and seek quarter with Dragomirov,

then he should step forward.

And I will gladly argue
the same point with him.

So get this into
your thick skulls.

We, all of us,

know far too much about
Dragomirov to be allowed to live.

Now get him on his feet.

And let's go to... Argh.

Mr Harper. Sergeant
Harper, what's wrong?

Stones, inside, stones.

- It must be cut from him.
- No, no cutting.

There's another way.

Ah, Mademoiselle Bonnet.

What a picture you are.

Please.

You all right, lass?

You will take wine?

A sherbet water perhaps, then?

When I leave this country,
Colonel, I will do as a rich man.

You could do the same.

In Major Joubert,

you have robbed me
of a useful ally.

And I must find a replacement.

- Me?
- Why not?

You have served the
best years of your life

in the service of a mad, old king

and a country which knows you not.

To what reward?

Rank?

The grudgeful tolerations
of your betters?

Ah, now this fellow
you should enjoy.

For which he will require the
assistance of a beautiful woman.

Mademoiselle, if you
would be so good.

He wishes for you to
stand upon him, my dear.

Madam? Richard.

Wine... will revive her.

I'm quite sincere, Colonel.

A soldier of your
resourcefulness and renown

would be an asset
to my enterprise.

I'm a soldier.

Not a murderer.

And what is soldiering, Colonel?

But legal murder.

Huh?

I can see you are still reluctant

to tell me where I might
find your fellows.

I can understand you
might be stubborn enough

to allow yourself to suffer.

But Miss Bonnet?

Believe me,

in her present state, she will
do exactly as they please.

The sherbet water, Colonel,
was laced with opium.

All right.

All right, damn you.

Where are they?

I'll take you to them.

Just tell me where
they are to be found.

You must let me negotiate terms.

Patrick Harper won't
surrender to anybody but me.

Argh.

All right, all right.

Let him rest a while.

Take your ease, sahib.

You're killing him.

It is the stone that
is killing him.

It must be passed or he will die.

- It'll burst his heart.
- Yet it must be tried.

Mr Harper, sahib,

once more if you will.

What good do you think
I'll do you dead?

Ach, you'll be safe enough.

Provided you don't give the
serpents cause to strike.

I wish you an uncomfortable night.

Enough music now.

Leave off your goddamn
caterwauling.

- See her to her quarters.
- Yes, sahib.

Madam. Madam.

Come on.

Come on, lass.

It's time we were
gone from this place.

Water, sahib?

How are you this day?

I must say you look much
improved for your labours.

How did I get here? I've no
recollection of the journey.

We carried you, sahib. As you
have carried us all so far.

And in such discomfort.

Is it gone?

You are rid of the stone, sahib.

Thank you.

All by your own effort.
No cutting was necessary.

How?

My grandfather was once
taken of the stones, sahib.

A wise man in the
village cured him

and imparted to me the secret
by which he was delivered.

Indian magic.

No, sahib. Indian medicine.

Really, sahib, the Europeans are
a very superstitious people.

I suppose.

Do you hear that?

Horses.

Company.

Stand to. Stand to.

I weren't expecting flags,

but I thought to find a
warmer welcome than this.

Colonel Sharpe.

Alive. By God, sir, we
had took you to be lost.

I don't understand, sir.

Lance-Naik Singh had it off Major
Tredinnick that you were dead.

And why should Major
Tredinnick think so?

What?

Where is the Major?

I'm grieved to learn
of your loss, madam.

Truly.

You are restored to us as my
husband would have wished.

In that there is comfort.
And not some little hope.

The Major was as fine an
officer as I've met, madam.

Thank you, Colonel.

For his part, I know,

he held you in like esteem.

By all reports,

it would seem that you have
struck a blow for our cause.

In that there is some justice.

In truth, madam,

what justice he had were
of Miss Bonnet's doing.

Well, I will give her my thanks.

God, Richard, you gave
us a rare fright.

Best get moving.

Pat.

An hour, would you say?

Less.

Watch it, lads. Look out.

Look out.

How much powder have we got?

- When I draw my blade.
- You don't have to tell me twice.

Not before. Understood?

On your way, then.

So...

you have found your friends.

It was thoughtful of you
to lead me to them.

I told you, I should hunt
you down, Colonel Sharpe.

And here we are.

Turn your men about, Dragomirov.

Go back. While you've
still got a chance.

I offered you friendship,

a share of the spoils.

What do you think you can
achieve? One sword against 50.

Aye, one sword, but
warranted never to fail.

Come on, then, you
yellow bastards.

What are you waiting for?

Cavalry?

- I've shit them.
- No.

It's too easy.

Wait, you fools, rein in.

Rein in.

Clear the way, Goddamn
you, clear the way.

Get it cleared.

Send out a scouting party, see
if there is another way around.

Praise God.

Praise God.

Lance-Naik Singh.

Sir.

Take a couple of Company
troops and find the head man.

Have him understand we
intend him no injury.

We wish only to resupply. All
and any goods to be paid for.

Sir.

Take what rest you can.

We must be on our
way again shortly.

Our way, Colonel?

But this is my mission.

If Dragomirov finds you
here, he'll kill you.

He must do what he
must do. As shall I.

You'll do as you're damn
well told. Reverend.

Argh.

Madame?

My child.

My child is coming. Come on.

Colour Wormwood.

Secure the village.

You heard him. Get on with it.

Deever, lose your monkey.

The child is good with me, Colour.

It's against King's Regulations.

I ain't leaving her.

You'll do as I damn well say. Or
you'll find yourself on a charge.

It's all right, Private Deever.

She can bide with me.

I'll find some women of the
village to look to her.

See she's took care of.

I will.

Argh.

I'm anxious to know how soon

we might be on our way, madam.

How soon? Richard, the child
is the wrong way about.

Ah, but you can help?

I don't know. I have helped
deliver a child before,

but not like this.

It may turn of its own will.

What if it doesn't?

It will be a difficult time.

In either case, she
cannot be moved.

Argh.

? Bake me a cake as
quick as you can ?

Let's do it again.

One...

? Pat a cake ?

- Is she sure?
- Aye.

Well, that's that, then.

Come on. Let's have a
turn about the place.

It isn't much, Pat, but
it will have to serve.

We can hardly press on now.

It'd be a real pity to
falter at the last.

You do know the next garrison
is only a two-day hard march?

We haven't got two days.

Like as not, Dragomirov
will be upon us tomorrow.

It's here or nowhere.

It's as fine a place as any.

But I had hoped to
see Ramona again.

And shall, Pat. And shall.

I suppose we've soldiered
long enough and hard enough

for you to not start
lying to me now.

But Dragomirov's troopers
are well seasoned.

And what's more, they
outnumber us six to one.

Good riflemen's odds.

Aye. Except we've got
no bloody riflemen.

Argh.

Argh.

What's happening?

It's all right, lass.
It's all right, come on.

What in the name of
God is going on?

You're safe.

Dragomirov's. Scouting party.

Bring him down.

[SPEAKS BENGALI]

What's he say?

My Bengali is not so good, sir.

He thinks you were
trying to harm the girl.

Me? No, mate, you've got it
wrong, it were these buggers.

[SPEAKS BENGALI]

He is her father, sir, I think.

Lower your rifles.

Put them down.

[SPEAKS HINDI]

- What did you ask him?
- His name, sir.

My name is Chitu.

And you're right, your
Bengali is terrible.

Why would he come here? My
village grows no opium.

It's us he's after.

Then go.

Leave us alone.

You're not welcome here.

You're bringing trouble
to my village.

We can't go.

There is a good amount
of powder and shot.

Some canister also.

Whether the powder
is still good...

Bugger the powder.

The thing has only got one wheel.

Lance-Naik Singh,

see what you can do.

How many are you?

All that you see.

Will they fight?

They are farmers.

So were I once.

The day comes a man has to decide.

Whether he stands to protect
what he holds dear...

or bows himself under
another's will.

Musket at half cock.

Close the pan.

Ram the cartridge.

And... present arms.

Look at him.

Look. Bloody fool.

Anyone with sense would leave
the bastard to it, lads?

Desertion is a hanging, Colour.

You think anyone will survive
the morrow to preach?

Who's gonna stop us?

I reckon we'll take our chances
alongside Colonel Sharpe.

Is that what it is like, lads?

Aye.

Ah, well.

Maybe you're right.

It was an idle thought.
An unworthy one.

Think no more of it.

God knows, Silas Wormwood...

wouldn't leave his
boys unfriended,

I keep thinking there's
summat I forgot.

I think maybe there is one thing.

I've been told I've
done you some injury.

Told?

At least it would appear so.

I cannot speak to those things
of which you're charged.

But for my... misjudgement...

and the treatment
you've had of me by it,

I offer apology.

You've no cause to like
the name of Hakeswill.

No. That's true.

But as a man, you've
done me no wrong.

Tomorrow, there is
gonna be a battle.

I need every man able
to face Dragomirov.

- Will you fight?
- Free me.

Give me a rifle.

You shall see whether
I can fight or not.

I cannot free you.

You're in the army's charge
and I dare not interfere.

Yet you shall have a rifle.

Tomorrow.

Fine night.

Rain come morning. On the wind.

Aye. It's that.

Been long a soldier,
Private Deever?

Nine years, sir.

What did you do before that?

Nothing, sir.

The army is all I know.

See, my Grampus fought for
the British at Lexington.

I'll be damned.

How my family come
to England, sir.

And there's been a Deever in
service to His Majesty ever since.

Sir.

For the child, sir.

It ain't much, but it's all I own.

If...

I'll fight easier knowing
she's took care of.

I'll just hold onto
it for you, Dan.

Till after the battle.

What's to do, Colour?

To do?

To do...

You must flee, man,
that's what to do.

- Flee?
- Sharpe wants to kill you.

That can't be.

I just heard him talking with
that slack-bellied Irishman.

I'm not taking any
chances, says he.

Ye are to hang before
the battle, says he.

I don't understand.

What is to understand?

I'll not have murder done.

Not to my brave boy. Not while
you are in my charge, no.

By God, I'd sooner swing for it.

- But where shall I go?
- I've set you a mount.

Behind the byre yonder.

Get as far away as you can, lad.

And don't stop riding.

And don't never come near
no redcoats no more.

Else the army will have your neck.

Go now.

Go.

All quiet?

All quiet, sir.

It's a bloody miracle you worked
with this cannon, Lance-Naik.

I was taught of a
great engineer, sir.

From him I learnt
there is no problem,

however so great it first appears,

to which the answer
cannot be found.

- You liked him?
- He was my officer, sir.

It's gonna be hot work tomorrow.

No doubt, sir.

Your position must hold.

Yes, sir.

Sir.

If I may ask.

How fares the memsahib?

She's in the best of care.

Miss Bonnet is doing all she can.

I made the Major sahib a promise.

That no harm would befall her.

You'll best serve her
by holding your post.

Guards. Guards. The
prisoner has escaped.

Corporal Hakeswill has gone, sir.

Turned loose all the horses
and left not a one behind.

And you said I had him wrong?

I knew the bastard
weren't to be trusted.

Sir...

I don't want to hear it, Pat.

For all we know, he'll find
Dragomirov and sell us to him.

We might get him back, sir.

Colour Wormwood has
rode out after him.

- Rode out?
- Yeah.

And how's that?

When Corporal Hakeswill has
turned all the horses loose?

I don't know, sir, but he did.

All right, Deever.

- Back to your post.
- Sir.

Will you hear us
confession, Reverend?

Confession?

He can't take confession, Croop.

No, Private Quilter,
you are mistaken.

Confession is sanctioned

in The Order for the
Visitation of the Sick.

See.

What did you want
to tell me about?

We is bad men, sir.

Go on.

Very bad men, sir.

Is that all?

No, sir.

It's the...

Tell him.

The crime of which Corporal
Hakeswill stands accused, sir...

He never done it, sir.

It was Colour Wormwood, sir.

How do you know this?

Because we helped him do it, sir.

Not the killing, sir.
That was his alone.

But the robbing, sir, that we did.

Now the bastard has run off
and left us to it, sir.

If we is bound for glory...

and anyone else survives,

they could speak on our part
at the court martial, sir.

Else we thought you could
take a deposition of us, sir.

That we could put our mark to.

Who in God's name, are you?

Colour Wormwood, sir.

At your service.

My service?

You're searching for Colonel
Sharpe, are you not?

I'll tell you all you
needs to know, sir.

How his forces are deployed.

Where his defence is weakest.

And what would you have in
return for this service?

Wormwood. Bastard.

Bastard.

We're well shot of him.

Aye, but with Barabbas gone,

we're two men short before
we've even started.

Richard bloody Sharpe.

Well, make your damn
report, if you please.

Well? I'm waiting.

Everything is as
you disposed, sir.

You will recall that
you have elected

to defend the western
flank of the village.

Sir Henry.

If you are ready, we
should get to our post.

Sir Henry? Sir Henry?

And who are you, sir, to address
me in such familiar terms?

This is the Field Marshal
Lord Chitu, sir.

Field Marshal?

Your servant, my Lord, of course.

By Jesus, this is some
army we've put together.

Shirkers and bedlamites.

The halt and the mad.

Do we begin, sir?

All in good time, Colour Wormwood.

Let them see us first.

And despair.

Sir.

I must speak with you.

Can it not wait, Mr Beauclere?

Very well, but make it quick.

Come away, then.

I have not yet been
assigned a position.

My men have their orders.

Lance-Naik Singh has his orders.
Even General Simmerson...

- Mr Beauclere...
- I must know, sir.

Is it because of my father?

I thought you must have...

He did not fall as I have said.

He did not storm the breach.

Nor capture the Marshal's baton.

But rather...

he died as Colour
Wormwood reported.

You are not your father.

No, sir.

But I look very alike.

At least my mother says.

How a man counts
upon the eye, Mr...

Beauclere, means
less than nothing.

It's what's in his
heart that matters.

Which is why the most
important job of all

I kept for you.

For me, sir?

Who else would I entrust
to defend the mission,

and give protection to the ladies?

Get to it now.

Aye, sir.

A few words from yourself
wouldn't go amiss.

Maybe steady the lads' nerves.

Aye.

Company. Take heed.

I know the buggers look smart.

But take it from me,

that's all they are,
strutting peacocks.

At the Battle of Waterloo,

the South Essex
Regiment stood all day.

They beat off two
brigades of cavalry,

and Bonaparte's Imperial Guard.

All you have to do is stand.

Stand. Let the cavalry come on.

Stand. Hold fire...

until the horses are
within ten paces.

Stand

and the day will be ours.

? Trust in the... Sharpe ?

Colonel Sharpe, sir.

? Ever more painful ?

? Ever more sure ?

Watkin. Get out of there.

Brothers, brothers,
lay down your arms.

Today is the Sabbath.

To spill blood this
day would be impious.

- The Sabbath, you say?
- Aye, sir. Aye.

Then you of any should know God
does not work upon a Sunday.

Bastard.

Take cover.

Get them barricades back.

Stand, you buggers. Stand.

Present.

Fire.

Fire.

Oh, my.

Oh, my...

I believe I am killed, madam.

Fall back. I do my duty.

Duty? The officer gave orders
that I must hold my position.

Well, then...

I guess if you can do it, I can.

Just my f...

luck.

Another round. Quickly.
That's the last of it.

The position is lost.

Go back to the mission.

They will have need of you.

I shall hold the east
as long as I may.

To me. Fall back.

Fall back.

Barabbas?

Into them. Get into them.

By God, man, you cut that fine.

Two days of riding
in one night, sir.

No sight were ever more welcome.

Colour?

Private Quilter.

You just did a poor
fool, Wormwood.

But now you'll have
to deal with a man.

You bastard.

Ungh.

You've lost, Dragomirov.

For all your bloody squadron.

You've lost.

If I'm for hell, Sharpe,

then you are coming with me.

One blade, Dragomirov.

Warranted never to fail.

How stands the day, sir?

The day is ours.

Did I...

do my duty, sir?

Aye.

And more besides.

Will you write my mother, sir?

I would have her know our
name was not dismayed.

You will write and tell
her so yourself...

when you are able.

Miss Bonnet tells me I shall mend.

But blood demands
soldiers deal plain.

Am I to die, sir?

Might I then...

presume upon your hand, sir...

till the moment is passed.

It's been

the greatest honour of my life

to serve beside you.

The honour is mine.

Argh.

Easy. Easy, lad.

You might give him a kiss, madam.

? Here's 40 shillings
on the drum ?

? For those who'll
volunteer to come ?

? To list and fight
the foe today ?

? Over the hills and far away ?

He saved us.

When they came.

A girl.

A child of the storm.

A dozen he killed, a dozen.

Chitu.

Your Grace, Sharpe, Your
Grace. Damn your eyes, sir.

Have you no etiquette?

You address a peer of the realm.
Remember your place, sir.

With you restored to
your place, Sir Henry,

how could a man forget it?

You did it, Colonel Sharpe.

We did it.

I hope you're not intending
to go without saying goodbye.

A soldier is born to
farewells, Corporal.

It's to be Sergeant, sir. All
charges dropped and a promotion.

My compliments,
Sergeant Hakeswill.

That's enough, Sergeant. You
must come back to your bed now.

When a Princess says she
wants you back in bed,

you'd best step to, Sergeant.

Are you ready, then?

Aye.

Just give me a minute.

What will you do?

Go home.

And you?

I have a farm in Normandy.

In Normandy?

It's funny.

I was raised from a child
to hate all of you rosbif.

But you...

are a good man,

Colonel Sharpe.

For all you would have the
world think otherwise.

If you say so, madam.

Perhaps

one day I shall visit you.

I should like that.

Until then...

goodbye.

Leaving us, Sharpe?

The opium has been recovered.

The land restored to
peace. Job's done.

It would appear I owe you my life.

We all make mistakes, Sir Henry.

Quite so, quite so.

God speed you safe home...

Richard.

Well, I have now seen it all.

Simmerson calling you "Richard"
and shaking you by the hand.

I think I'd sooner
the bastard he were.

Aye, but if Simmerson can change

like that, there's
hope for us all.

Buggered if I'm changing.
There's nowt wrong with me.

Amen to that.

Amen to that. Are we for home?

Aye.

And maybe this time
we'll get there.