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(Confused shouting)

Dear God!

Cut it off! His arm - cut it off!

(Crunch)

Is he dead?

- Are you drunk, Mr Price?
- I am, I am.

- Is he dead, the Colonel?
- Not dead yet. He has hope.

Hey! You two. Get him back. Back!

(Cheering and bugle)

We're in! Do you hear? They cheer!

Ciudad Rodrigo is taken!

Oh. He looks dead to me.

Did you slice off his arm?

Thought you did. Thought I saw.

Sharpe.

You live.

Aye. No thanks to the engineers.

It was men climbing men
took us over those walls.

I warn you, we'll do no better
before the fortress at Badajoz.

Colonel Lawford lost an arm, sir.

He may well have the best of it,
one arm or not.

- He's out of it.
- That he is.

And with him, any hope I had of promotion.

Oh, come now, Sharpe.

We can always find use for one such as you.

And what am I?

With Lawford gone, a captain on sufferance.

That's all I am.

(Woman screams)

I have an army acts beastly
first opportunity given it.

Looting, raping, and drunk.

But they were sore tried and promised plunder.

God may damn them but I'm not inclined.

Badajoz will punish them.

Badajoz next.

Regarding which, my lord,
the only trenching tools I have don't break

are taken from the French.

Is it not shameful
the French have better tools than us?

I am not able to do what military engineering
should do - get men to the breach

whole, entire and with a breath left to storm it.

How do you wonder they get so killed?

I do not, Colonel Fletcher.

You see Picton?

My gallopers call him
the Bear-and-Ragged-Staff.

Lawford's out of it, lost an arm.

I need a new commander
for the South Essex, General Picton.

Have you a candidate in your Ragged Staff?

Am I different?

In what way?

I've had a baby.

A baby?

A daughter.

- Mine?
- Ours.

Are you angry?

No.

Why should I be?

Soldiers do not need children.

What... What do we call her?

Antonia.

My mother's name.

Antonia.

- Well, where is she?
- In Badajoz.

In the city?

I'm sorry, she was ill.

Then we must fetch her out.

But she's a baby still.

Badajoz is the only place I have...family.

Teresa, we must fetch her out.

Once we lay siege, no-one gets out.

Oh, yes.

You are different.

♪ PIPE BAND: The Girl I Left Behind Me

(Baby cries)

He's got a baba, has Sharpe.

- Hasn't he, Sergeant?
- He has. In Badajoz.

Ha-ha! What a place to be!

- We'll soon get her out ofthere.
- Hey.

Ticket to fall out, sir?

I've just clapped eyes on my supper.

Caught without a ticket to leave the column...

is hanged, maybe.

There you go.

When will I give you your ticket, Teresa?

All men should have daughters.

It puts honey on their tongues.

(Dog barks)

Hey...senhor?

Quanto the money...to nailee
the flappy solee my bootee?

Eh?

Eu nao entendo que vos me dizeis.

I don't know how he does it.

Gets his tongue round it.
Bats the chat like he's Portuguese hisself.

For what crime were you flogged?

(Vomits)

Who are you?

Who are you, damn you?

I'll have you flogged again
for you've not learned a lesson, it seems.

Eh?

Aye. I command the Light Company.

You?

I regret. I am Matthews, sir,
with a draft come from Lisbon.

William, Ensign the South Essex.

Sharpe. Richard. Captain the 95th.

I command the Light Company
ofthe South Essex, for the time...being.

I do beg your pardon, sir.

You saw my back, Matthews.

I was flogged for something I never did.

You will often be blamed
for something you might not have done.

But being an officer...you'll never be flogged.

Even for something you will do.

I'm Harry Price.

I was just sick.

It's the drink, do you see?

How do you do? And are you in funds?

Matter of a few guineas.

- Five?
- Don't.

- Should I not?
- He'll give you his note.

Promise to pay you on a scrap of paper
and hope you're shot dead at Badajoz.

- Oh.
- What a thing to say, Richard.

True though, isn't it, you rogue?

Where are they, then, William?

The draft.

Lost 'em already, have you?

- March 'em in, sir. We need 'em.
- I will, I will!

Detachment...halt!

Right...face!

Sergeant Hakeswill.

Permission to speak, sir?

I've nothing to say, sir.

Oh, my word, what a surprise.

Sharpie.

Not dead yet?

Captain Morris?

Major Morris, sir.

'Ale and 'earty in Dublin, sir.

And you are come to me.

Ever such a long way, sir.

I was despairing.

Left face! Quick march!

You lay a finger on any of my men, Sergeant,
and I'll bloody kill you.

Front rank, one pace forward.

March!

Order...arms!

Draw ramrods!

Mr Matthews...get that wretch out of my sight.

No. I'll do it.

- Sergeant Hakeswill!
- Sir!

You may fall out.

Thank you, sir.

Damn him. Damn him.

Take his name, Mr Matthews.

- Name?
- Black, sir.

Now...open your legs ever so wide

and lie still as a dead 'un.

That's it.

Your mother was a pox-ridden sow

who sold herselfto a toad.

Mother...

Mr Sharpe, sir!

Miss Teresa, ma'am.

He thought he might enjoy me.

Permission given
to carry on and murder him, sir?

Up.

Get up!

Officers' meat, is she, sir?

Portuguese whore?

Tenho rendimentos.

How much, sen-whora?

Shut your gob and listen.

Three rules. Do you hear me, Sergeant?

- Sir!
- Sharpe's rules.

By which I regulate the Light Company.
First: fight well,

fight hard.

Second: don't get drunk unless I tell you.

Third: steal nothing but from the enemy
or when starving.

Now...stand up straight.

Arms down where they should be. Atten...shun!

Ooh. You see, you don't move
when an officer's talking to you.

You should know that.

Unless you want to hit me, Obadiah.

- Obadiah?!
- Dead, if you strike an officer, Obadiah.

Dead.

Oh...but he can't die.

See his neck?
They tried to hang him once and it didn't kill him.

- I can kill him.
- Every battle some try.

See how he stands to attention?

Never disobeys an officer, do you, Obadiah?

Why, they love him.

I would kill him here and now

without a thought,

but in front of his victims
where it is seen to be done,

for it is a duty.

For he is evil, is Obadiah.

Get out.

Out.

OUT!

(Irish accent) And you're a filthy Irishman
as ever I did see.

Harper!

Leave him!

Atten...shun!

Get up! Get off him.

Mr Sharpe?

Sir.

Do you know my wife?

I do not, sir.

She knows you.
Attend my quarters at half past twelve.

I will, sir.

Ride with any hounds, do you, Sharpe, at
home? Which?

None.

Oh.

Obadiah and a blackguardly officer called Morris

once beat near to death a native Indian
for sport, till I stopped 'em.

They blamed me for it and I was flogged.

Watch him, Pat. He preys on the men.

He'll snaffle kit. Belts, frogs, haversacks.

All entered up found lost by Obadiah,
which leads to floggings, unless he gets paid.

Then wives...

He beats men till their wives come to him...
which I call rape.

I've seen his like before.

An evil man marching in a cloud of pipeclay.

And because he kicks up salutes, obeys
every officer, he's bomb-proofto all but us,

who's come up from the ranks,
who are smart to him.

We are that.

You have duties?

Then I shall see her safe,
near as I may go to the enemy.

So she spies for you now, does she?

Are you another one

ofWellington's exploring officers?

I know who you are. In Badajoz?

I have no fears for her. For you.

Shall we marry, do you think?

I shall ask your daughter what's her opinion.

Oh, do ask her. Do ask my daughter.

Fetch her out before we lay siege, mind, Teresa.

Antonia. Antonia.

Antonia!

He don't hunt, Jack.

Don't suppose he does, up from rank and file.
How would he?

Lawford gave him out to be a good officer.
And Lawford's not a fool.

Shall you have a private inspection
ofthe regiment at four, sir?

I shall. Ye may troop me and the colours

so they know who now commands them
and what they fight for.

Can't keep Sharpe a captain, Jack,
not now Rymer has arrived.

He was fighting with his sergeants!

Oh, he does, sir.
Wellington dotes on him, though.

Ah. Well, I dote on Wellington.
There's some who don't.

Not me. Ha-ha, no. Not after Talavera.

Wellington will throw men at walls, sir.

Let the French so much as think a wall
and he pelts it with regiments as if no other way.

- You sway, sir.
- Invariably, sir.

Try and stay more...upright.

Occurs to me, do you see, sir, that I...

catch the wind more than most.

On account of my willowiness, sir.

Mr Sharpe is here, sir.

Ask him to come in, Price.

What do you want to do about Price, sir?

- I'm Acting Adjutant.
- Shall you want him as Adjutant?

Oh, no.

Oh. I ain't any longer.

You're to go in, Richard.

Ah. Sharpe, sit down.

Do you see my wife?
She has my utmost admiration...

and deepest affection ever.

She's took with you.

Wrote me so.

Price.

- Drinker?
- Not a drop, sir, in battle.

Isn't she, Jack, took with him? Jessica.

I tell him she is and he's modest enough
to be flummoxed.

The French Eagle you captured, Sharpe.
Got about at home.

Reports in the newspapers and journals.

Great credit to the regiment and you.

Sir.

But what to do with ye, though? What to do?

I'm lucky with officers,
but I have too many captains.

Your captaincy's been refused and you've been
purchased over for your company.

So, Sharpe,

it's back to Lieutenant ye are.

Now, what did I see this morning?

- An argument, sir.
- What about?

Insult to a woman, sir.

Who was the woman?

My wife.

Does the lady march with us?

Rarely.

She's otherwise employed, sir.

She's not on the strength.

- How employed?
- She kills the French, sir.

I have a daughter eight months old
she goes to bring from Badajoz.

How does she kill French, Sharpe?

She is called La Aguja. The Needle.

She's a partisan.

- She slits throats.
- Good God!

Did you seek permission to marry?

Good G... Rain, Jack.
Get someone to get the blankets in.

Good God. Sit down, Sharpe.

What to do with me, sir?

I have yet to meet an officer
who's come up by dint of...whatever

from the rank and file ofthe army
who can find it possible to...

fit, as it were.

That is, be one of us.

Who fits.

Ye could go.
There are commissions going in the Portuguese

and Spanish armies.
There's the new Staff Corps.

I'll stay, sir.

Good.

I will ask to command the Forlorn Hope, sir,
when we storm Badajoz.

Certain death?

Certain promotion, sir.

It's the only way for me.

I see that it may be.

My compliments to your wife.

I shall find work for you.

- What are you doing here, then?
- We're off up to t'parallel trenches to dig, sir.

Me and Perkins the youth,
and private soldier Clayton here.

We shall be requiring them shovels.

And where's Sergeant Harper?

Oh, there's only us, sir. And him.

Who?

Dekko...yonder.

Come here, Sergeant.

Who, sir? Me, sir?

Yes, sir.

What does a Chosen Man do
with shovels, Hakeswill?

Chose Man, sir?

What do you think this is?

Bless me, Lieutenant, sir!

He's a soldier, not a labourer.

Chosen Men do not do duty except under arms.

Well, I never, Lieutenant, sir!

You waste men.

It's your pleasure.

Where's your rifle, Hagman?

- She's been taken from me, sir.
- We're getting muskets, sir.

- Orders.
- Who gave such an order?

Captain Rymer, sir. Gentleman who commands
the Light Company, which you don't.

- Eh?
- Sir. And they're going to look smart,

in red coats and pipeclay, sir.

What?

Lose their green jackets?

Sir. Lookjust as smart as the rest of us.

Button your coat, Hagman.

Catch cold, else.

Jaldi! You puggled old bugger!
Here comes Nosey!

That's him, sir. Captain Rymer.

He hunts.

Standing by. All adjacent and to attention, sir!

I can see you, Private Clayton!
I thought you was off

- fighting the French this morning!
- Oh, my word, Sal!

You look after him, Mr Sharpe.
I want him kept whole.

Go on, Sal. Plenty more where he came from.

- (Hakeswill mutters)
- Be gone!

Major Nairn. I shouldn't ask you
for I have no friendship with you,

but speak to Wellington for me.

He gave me a leg up.
He didn't make me a quartermaster.

He can't now let me slide into wives and lists,
rations and lists,

pounds of straw, pounds of hay,
spades, picks, palliasses, lists!

Now, that is eloquent.

And as for friendship...

do please assume it.

Get me command ofthe Forlorn Hope, sir.

Only the General ofthe Storming Division
can give that, and he will not.

He will want his own first at the breach.

Though why death is so sought-after,
I am at a loss.

Some actually recommend their offspring to it.

Death is not always certain, sir,

whilst promotion is.

I want a rank that can't be taken from me.

If I am made up to captain for being first
over the wall into Badajoz...it stays.

Hm.

For me, I must get up along of he
or there won't be none of it.

Will you give me a leg up?

Or have you had mud and humility enough?

I cannot be more degraded, sir.
They destroy my company.

- It's not your company, Sharpe. Find other...
- I'm a soldier, sir,

not a bloody clerk.

I fetch, I forage, I count shovels
and I take punishment drills.

It's "Yes, sir. No, sir. Can I dig your latrine, sir?"
And it's not bloody soldiering.

It is bloody soldiering!
What the hell do you think soldiering is?

Just because you swan about like a damn
pirate!

Listen, sir.
When they fling us up against those walls,

you'll be glad there's some pirates in there
and notjust bloody clerks.

But how to get there, Mr Sharpe? Lists.

And how to be noted ye were there? Lists.

And what do they send home but lists of dead,
dying, sick, honoured and gazetted, Captain?

Richard,

your woman is inside those walls...
and your child.

Will you die without you see your daughter live?

And what is Teresa doing there?

She didn't come out and now she can't.

You have word of her.

Of course you do.

You wouldn't let her out.

She's spying for you and Wellington.

Is she?

Then better not shout it.

As to the Forlorn...

I'll speak to Wellington.

He'll say no and he'll see to it none says yes.

He values you too much, Sharpe.

He'll kill you when it suits him
to some good purpose.

Colonel Fletcher, can we breach it
with the guns we have?

Pound away at them enough,
my lord, there'll be some give.

There's a glacis, a ditch some 20ft deep,

ravelins offake walls and, above them,
the real walls.

Very high. But we'll sight your guns for you,
my lord. You may pound away.

Pound away. Pound away as you think fit.

I rate them...formidable.

An order from Lord Wellington to the effect
that you will not purchase bread

within two leagues without a passport signed by
your company officer and countersigned by me.

For it is known, too often, that you go up ahead
and buy off all the bread.

So, caught with it,

you will receive no rations, nor will you plunder
gardens on forfeit of being thrown offthe lines.

Madam, who are you?

SHARPE: Mrs Clayton, sir.
- Is this a place to do that, madam?

I beg your pardon, sir, but when he's hungry
he's hungry, and he needs feeding.

In which, I beg your pardon,
he's just like his father!

Yes, I'm sure.

Thank you, Mr Sharpe.

Sir.

- He's beautiful dressed, ain't he?
- What's he want to parade us for?

To make sure you don't buy up the bread
before the Commissary gets it.

When you want a ticket, come and see me.
And keep out ofthem gardens.

- I shan't take no notice.
- Look,

he worries about you. Make sure
your old man's not knocking you about.

Not he. He's looking at Sally
feeding with her teats more like. And you!

Hoping to look at you, Lil.

You shall not see. Never forgive myself,
what with you a father an' all.

- It's disgraceful! But give me your dirty shirts.
SAL: I does 'em.

What with your lady shut up with the French
an' all. I suppose she stitches beautiful.

I had to do with a French officer once.
I didn't want to!

That was your fault.

- We was left to fend after Talavera.
- Me?

Well, it weren't mine.
We was lucky not to be sent back half-naked

like them dirty Spanish did
with the French wives they took.

- They didn't want us. Nor our clothes!
- That's as may be.

Oh, but don't tell Clayton, Mr Sharpe.

He'd expire before a shot went off if he knew!

Clayton.

Whiten my crossbelt for parade.

You leave him be, Obadiah.

I seen your wife's tits, Clayton.

I means to lay my hands on them teats,
make no bones but I will.

Be warned. When Obadiah's up,
he's up like an animal!

(Shouting in French)

(Explosion)

(Tap at door)

Squad...shun!

Why are these men here?
They are dressed differently.

- Are they not ofthe South Essex?
- Spot the man not proper dressed

a mile off, sir.

Belts is an instance with the green man.

You may have him flogged
for being without a belt, sir.

Front ofthe enemy.

Perkins! Step out the file!

Very brisk. Step in the file.

Good lad. I has my eyes on you.

What a pity, sir.
So good a lad as to muck it in such a uniform,

when he ought to be spanking in red, sir.

- Take post, Sergeant.
- I will, sir. And you shall be proud of us, sir.

Ensign, take post!

You do that to one of my boys again, Obadiah,

and I'll stick that sharp thing you're carrying
up your arse until it picks your nose.

Be quick, Paddy, for you is next.

(Chatter and laughter)

Hey. What are you doing?

Beggins pardon, sir. I was just playing.

Well, come and do something useful.

See if I've added up these sums correctly.

- You've had schooling, haven't you?
- Yes, sir.

Here. Keep you and Sal warm.

(Baby cries)

Well...come to have a look at it, sir?

- Badajoz.
(Rumble of cannon fire)

Lord... They're big, eh?

Mm. What are we going to do?

Go up 'em.

What of Obadiah?

Ho!

Just like you said. Never puts a foot wrong.

Captain Rymer is very taken with him.

Tried to crime Perkins for a lost belt.

Wicked set on forcing Sally Clayton.

But I'll sort him.

Here.

St Patrick's Day.

God save Ireland.

You're a grand man.

For an Englishman.

(Volley of cannon fire)

They'll be warm come the night.

Did you ever marry, Patrick?

Did you ever have a daughter?

I swear it has me smiling if I don't catch myself.

Why did Teresa not come out?

She's in there, in one ofthose houses.

Everything I love in the world
and I cannot tell you which.

Damn Nairn!

This is his doing.

(Knock at door)

Dig! If you don't dig, you don't eat!

Officer coming, sar'nt.

He ain't an officer. I know Mr Lieutenant Sharpe.

Me an' Sharpie's like that. And that is me on top.

Oh, yes! Oh, yes!

Party... Party...shun!

Come to show these lazy bastards
how it's done, sir?

- Carry on, Sergeant.
- (Laughter)

What, still alive, Sergeant?

I do declare you're indestructible.

MEN: Indestructible! Indestructible!
Indestructible!

The next... The next man...

Indestructible! Indestructible!

Hakeswill shouldn't have that pike.

It's battalion company frippery.

Should he not? But he's of great use to me.

Aye? Well, Sergeant Harper would be more.

Yes, but Sergeant Hakeswill is senior to him.

Yeah. As you are to me....by a long purse.

HAKESWILL: I'll see your pay stopped for this,
you miserable miscreants!

- They hate digging.
- Wouldn't you?

I have never dug.

Look, sir...these men are taught to fight in twos.

To slip and run and one shot kills.

They're Riflemen.

I am told you may only manage
two shots a minute with your rifles.

Aye. At a pinch, three. Whatever.

Each shot well-aimed is a Frenchman dead.

I'm sure you're right.

They do hate digging.

Sharpe, it is true I bought command
of your company, and between us...

- Do you have weapons?
- No. Well, they were ordered piled. Left.

It's easier to dig. What is it?

The French. Coming to fill in
what you've just dug out.

We can't fight 'em.

Back! Back!

(All shout and jeer)

- Why do you laugh?
- Eh? Eh?

All that bloody digging and they're filling it in.

And us...us Riflemen,
we haven't got a shot between us to stop 'em!

- Should we not do something?
- What? What?

Oh, if in doubt, call the muster!

Oh, bugger me!

Any missing?

Eh?

- Any missing?
- Keep the spades!

- Do not let them carry offthe spades!
(Gunshot)

Keep the spades!

Right.

Let's go and get them spades.

They're all signed for, you know.

They're all on a list.

I know. Right.

COME ON!

(Battle cries)

- (Laughter)
- We bloody showed 'em, eh?

SOLDIER:
What price bloody shovels now, eh?

- Run, you buggers! Run!
- Good, eh?

Sharpe...

Yeah.

We showed 'em.

I'll call you sir.

God damn it.

Sir! You're required with the baggage.

- Who requires me?
- The Colonel.

- Who is this Baggage wants to see Mr Sharpe?
- (All laugh)

- Richard, I would ask you...
- What?

Oh, it is this. Will you take me with you
if you get command ofthe Forlorn Hope?

- No.
- Oh, do, Richard, sir! It would make my name!

William...the Forlorn Hope are dead men
the hour their names are called.

First up the wall ofthe breach,

first to die, blown apart by mine or cannon.

That's why it is called Forlorn.

But it is glorious, is it not?

And of use. Some don't die.

If it is not of use, then why is it done?

Somebody has to be first.

Officers' baggage has been rifled with, Sharpe.

- What have you lost, Jack?
- It seems only silver taken.

What gold he could find, jewellery.

Lieutenant Price has lost earrings, he says.

I don't wear them myself, sir.
A present for my mother.

Came across them in Ciudad Rodrigo.

You have the baggage guard, Sharpe.
Where the devil were you?

- Get your valise.
- Oh, surely not, sir.

Oh, good heavens no, man! You're an officer.
Find what you have missing.

Damn! It's gone.

My watch. And my looking glass.

Got a silver lid, you see.
Been in the family for years.

My telescope.
It was given me by Lord Wellington.

Give ye? Give ye?

Anything special about it?
Any way you'd recognise it at all?

A brass plate screwed to it.

That's all.

Inscribed: "In gratitude, AW.

September 23rd."

Give ye?

Yes, good. Good.

There you have it. Who knew you had it?

I suppose...

Yes, there you do have it, young man.

What do you say, Jack?

There'll be nothing found.

Sorry about your telescope.

You are? Obliged to you.

Ooh! Like the stench of a barracoon!

Sir.

Oh, damn, Harper.

Oh, you shall be flogged raw for this.

As soon as I may order it by court martial.

Where, you scum,
did you toss the portrait of my wife?

Done, Sharpie.

You bastard.

I'm in love with your wife, Clayton.
The little whore.

You shall not have her. Nor is she a whore!

I shan't wait for you to die in Badajoz.

I shall beat you every day until she comes
running on her little plump knees

- begging me to have her.
- Ah!

You do want me to be happy, don't you, Mother?

I never thought to see your tunic turned.

- Colonel Windham loves his wife.
- So he should.

But I couldn't tell him where it was,
cos I didn't have it.

Patrick, I swore you did not.

Thank you for the character you gave me, sir.

- It's a disgrace you're to be flogged.
- Indeed an' it is.

Every time a man is flogged it's a disgrace.

But the worst of it is I'm stripped of my rank.

I'd grown kind of used to it.

I'll get it back.

Be alongside you.

If you get the Forlorn Hope, will you ask for me?

Don't be a bloody fool.

You want to live, don't you?

Will you ask?

They don't listen to me any more.

But surely you won't go
up them great walls without me?

If I get it...you'll come.

Hakeswill did the thieving.

I know.

How many lashes did you get?

200.

Sure, that's nothing.

The cross-eyed thiefwho stole the officer's plate
at Maidstone got 800. All at once.

Walked away.

Must have straightened his sight a bit, though,

cos he walked plumb dumb
into a cannonball at Vimiera.

Well, I'll walk away.

Sure, you don't feel a thing after 25.

Oh, but you do, Patrick.

- I did.
- No. No, you don't.

Ninety-three... Ninety-four.

Ninety-five... Ninety-six.

Ninety-seven.

Ninety-eight.

Ninety-nine.

One hundred.
One hundred and all's done, sir!

(Gasps)

Harper, come back here.

(Soldiers tap rifles on ground)

Sir?

You're a brave man.

I salute you as such.

Thank you, sir. Thank you.

- You all right?
- (Whispers) Jeez, it hurts like hell!

I couldn't have taken much more.

Told you.

Dismiss 'em, Sergeant Major.

I lost them, Jack. Did I get them back?

- I think so, sir.
- Doesn't take to lose them, Jack.

But what could I do - the man a thief?

Sir. What is that they do with the rat-a-tat-tat?

The Riflemen's signal ofwarning.

To tell the French voltigeurs to get out the way
when Wellington's around.

- Don't get hurt then.
- Well, might I purchase into the Rifles?

- You might. Have you the money?
- Oh, I have, I have.

My family have. We're very rich.

I'm a viscount, really.

That's the thing, do you see?

Then do so, William.

When you're grown-up.

(Cannon shot)

(Jubilant cheers)

She'll never come out now.

A lot of good men are going to die.

One captain will be enough.

Absolutely, Sharpe.

I don't want promoting. You do and they know it.

Hate to have you breathing down my neck.

Drive me to drink.

Were I not a sot already.

No, Richard, do see them. They know you wait.

Harry...it's all I have.

Hope of promotion,
and there's nothing else will drag me up.

To you and your kind, it is given at birth.

For the sake of my daughter, I must gain rank
so that she may be well placed.

The Forlorn Hope is a chance...and I will take it.

Though by taking it,
I may die before I ever see her face.

For now the guns shall fire until they burst.

The touchholes melt, they're so hot.

And Badajoz is as tight as Rymer's arse.

- Eight o'clock on the dot.
- I'm grateful.

Grateful to him that he comes, Nairn.

Do you see what it was saved my life?

Drove an inch into my groin

and I would be dead.

Good morning, Colonel Fletcher.

I'm grateful you come, my lord.
Damned if I could come to you.

The French have built a dam.

They have filled in the arches ofthe bridge
and stopped the water

from draining away.
We... We slop about in it as the consequence.

We plan to blow it up to form a vent
for the pent-up water.

How is your wound, Colonel Fletcher?
You were saving spades, I hear.

I must, for I have none.

The French were offered a silver dollar
for every spade they brought back, I am told.

Is that where you got yours?

It was in my pocket...my lord. The bullet hit it.

I would be dead.

I really must put this up, my lord. I'm...very tired.

I shall come each morning
at eight o'clock, Colonel Fletcher.

I am grateful, my lord.

Oh, no, my lord! I...
I would not sell anything to the enemy.

Oh, no! Oh, no!

Shoulder...arms!

Right face!

Forward...march!

Are you fit for duty after punishment?

Given to think so by the surgeon, sir.

Very well.

Good. Good.

And what do you have there?

Seven barrels.

Fires pistol balls.

Mr Nock of London.

Dead handy weapon for picket duty, sir.

Dead against regulations, sir.

Shouldn't have it, sir. Officer's weapon, sir.

Given to me by Mr Sharpe, sir.

Name took for punishment, sir?

What?

No, no, no. Good God, man, no.

Give it me, Private Harper.

Shouldn't I have it, sir?

What? Er...yes.

Well...you won't need it, Harper.

Thanks, Paddy.

Why do we have all these?

They're given to us instead ofwhat we
need.Three cartloads of 'em.

May we not exchange them for something else?

Who'd swap a load of canteens
for something useful?

Oh, it is a poser, sir.

- Weren't you given guard ofthe lines?
- Yes, sir.

Then guard them, damn it.
You're all that's between us and the French.

- Oh, is that so, sir?
- No, it isn't, thank God.

You're given guard and I'm not given anything.

Can't command a picket
when the whole battalion provides pickets.

Is that what we do, Richard?
Can you tell me what we do, sir?

For I am all at sea, all at sea.

Always know, William.
How you find out is your own affair.

But always know.

But nobody will tell me.
They ain't got the patience,

they tell me, to tell me.

Then I have. Little else to do.

Our duty is...to provide picket guard
through the night.

Outlying patrols and sentries.

Prevent 'em surprising us.

Though they hardly would.

You'd better get back
to that post you've deserted.

Oh, no, no. How will I learn?

Is it dangerous?

Every duty is dangerous, William.
As you will find out.

Not often you watch pickets go out, sir.

The South Essex provides the pickets
for the whole army tonight.

They do. It's our turn come round.

Why do you concern yourself?

Soon as it's dark,
the engineers will send out a bomb party.

Blow up a dam, get rid ofthe water we wade in.

Over there, there will be a lot of noise.

Matthews, sir.

Young Matthews of ours, sir.

Clear off, William.

He shouldn't be here, but he means no harm.

What do you do here?

You must not blame me, Sharpe.
Teresa is her own command.

She will come out of Badajoz when she wishes.

You have someone coming out in the
confusion? Who is it?

Clear off, William.

I assure, you, Sharpe...

Would you tell me if you had?

Oh, damn you.

All of you intelligencers and your spying tricks.

Sergeant, have these men form the left flank.

Sergeant, have these men join the pickets
on the right flank at regular intervals.

Sharpe! What are you doing?

- (Whispers) Who goes there?
- (Whispers) Sharpe.

Outlying pickets.

- Where's Harper?
- He's up on the left, sir.

Stay down, sir.

- Patrick.
- There's French on the prowl. Voltigeurs.

Harris is with me, Cooper's on his own,
Perkins and Hagman are in the rear.

- We're the furthest picket up, sir.
- Harris.

I can hear you, sir. Best say no more.

There's a Frenchy or three hopping about a bit.

Quiet, sir, or they'll hear us.

Major Nairn has one of his spies coming out.

He wouldn't tell you, but he has.

Where's Rymer? He should be here.

(Explosion)

Flares.

Les anglais!

Fire!

What are they doing? Idiots!

It's the sappers blowing the dam.

Now she'll come.

Bloody idiot, Cooper! You've shot her!

Teresa!

(Woman cries)

Go back, Mr Matthews!

Damn.

He shot ye. He shot ye!

He shot ye!

William.

Oh, my God. Oh, my God.

Is this what it was all about?

Found on a dead Frenchman.

Teresa writes to you.

You may read it.

And on your honour swear that you'll tell me
if it contains anything I should know.

Sharpe.

You're bleeding.

I take your daughter
in my arms every morning...

to watch for you coming, and will say
when you come, as you will come,

"See, Antonia, there runs your father,

in a green jacket with a big sword.

He fights for his Wellington and us."

You may be assured I shall fight to protect
what honour I am left, and my child,

against Frenchmen,
and against Englishmen if necessary.

You must not fear for me...
but hurry to be with me.

And live, Richard. Live."

(Cannon fire)

Still alive, Mr Sharpe?

Surgeon just took a bullet out of my leg.

Oh, dear. Thought you was limping.

Here.

Souvenir.

Pistol bullet.
Or else he might have had my leg, Sal.

Ah, sit down, Sharpe.

Do you know Major Nairn, Wellington's staff?
Of course you do.

He's asked for you.

Yes, sir.

He's Staff Corps. An engineer, Sharpe.

They needed help last night. Not your fault.

I lose an officer and you get a ball in your leg.
Walk, can you? Not your fault.

I've just said so. Just so.

Good luck.

Should ye not accept my hand, sir?

How is it offered, sir?

You want rid of me, yet you offer your hand.
How is that?

I offer it for there is nothing between us.

I admire your spirit. Tell him, Jack.

It is impossible for Captain Rymer.
He cannot get hold of his company,

which you will allow he commands,
with you still here. Not your fault, Sharpe.

Not it. Not it.

There'll be captaincies by the bucket
come the storming.

They can't bear the way you look at them.

I have not one captain is not conscious
you hope him dead

the next shot comes bouncing from Badajoz.

And not one either will blame you. Not your fault.

Not your fault at all.

Will you take it? Oh, fairly meant.

I would offer you mine also.

He took that like a gentleman.

Salt ofthe earth, good sergeants...

but bless me if I can get used to them promoted.
Eh?

(Both laugh)

What's to happen is,
you will become proper soldiers.

And draw tunics ofthe red bright light company
the South Essex,

and you will hand in your precious rifle guns

and draw proper muskets
to go along with being proper dressed.

Fit for soldiers at last!

Never thought you'd see it, did you, Mother?

You hate me, don't you?

Well, I hate you.

I do, I do, I do. I hates 'em!

Who said that? I heard that.

Mad?

Oh, no, I ain't mad.

Not so's I don't know.

Now, come hup smartly to attention

when I orders you. Company...

'ten...shun!

Eyes in the back of my 'ead, sir, I do believe, sir.

Is that where they are? They swivel so.

Stand the men at their ease, Sergeant.

Company, stand at...ease!

- That rifle's loaded and rammed, Sergeant.
- Sir?

Did you know, Sergeant?

Me, sir? No, sir, never, sir.

- This yours, Sergeant?
- No, sir. Not me, sir.

Him, sir.

Private 'Arper, sir.

Well, how many more are loaded?

(Gun clicks)

- Harris.
- Sir.

(Gun clicks)

- Cooper.
- Sir.

(Gun clicks)

Hagman.

(Gun clicks)

Perkins.

Sir.

They say you can't be killed,

Sergeant Hakeswill.

It is known.

"Come with me, my lads, for I cannot die.

I'm going to live for ever,
for they tried to hang me once

but did...not...do it."

I could almost believe it.

Except in the case of someone you tried to kill,
Sergeant Hakeswill...

..and did...not...do it.

I wonder who that might be, Sergeant.

You're a dead man, Obadiah.

Bang!

Harper.

I promise you that you'll get yourjackets back...

..your rifles back...

..and me back.

I'll be back.

(Cheering)

Is the breach practicable?

- Yes, sir.
- My lord, I doubt his competency

- to pronounce upon a breach.
- He's been there. You have, haven't you?

He lay there all last night on the glacis.

Yes.

It's too soon.

Tomorrow we assault Badajoz.

You have a day.

Sir.

Sharpe?

I would like to be given command
ofthe Forlorn Hope, sir.

I think you're a rogue, Sharpe.

But you're on my side, you're one of my rogues.
I don't want you dead.

May I offer my reasons, sir? They are pressing.

I have a... I have a wife in the city.

And a child.

I want to be first in and by their side...
for you will sack the city, sir.

You may not be given the Forlorn Hope.
I shall not countenance it. No.

Your attention...to events pursuant
ofthe capture of Ciudad Rodrigo.

Inhabitants ofthat town
were offered every kind...

of insult and injury. There will be no repetition...

ofthat behaviour in Badajoz.

Any attacks on civilian property

will be swiftly and condignly punished by death.

The apprehended perpetrators being hanged
at their place of crime.

On the spot of your foul crime, does you do any.

And I knows you will.

I sees you, Clayton.

I shall have you strung hup where you stand

for the unconscionable blackguards and
common rogues the which I knows you to be.

- Me? Why me?
- Shut it, Clayton.

Forward...march!

Company...dismissed!

Don't thieve, don't kill the local populace,

and do not let your base desires
come out of your breeches or you will swing.

I count you as a friend.

Kind of you, Richard. I hope I am.

Sergeant Harper.

Teresa is in Badajoz, as you know.

I may die. Protect her if you can

and I can't.

Oh, I shall, Richard.

That you can trust me. And I promise...

not a drop more than need get me up the
ladder.

And you can rely on me and all the Rifles.

She's in a house by the cathedral.

Two orange trees, she writes me.

That is all I can tell you to find her.

She drew me a map, but...
I don't have it any longer.

Remember Ciudad Rodrigo?

The women were cruelly treated.

Some even murdered with their children.

Oh, we shall have her stripped
so that she shall be...naked.

Obadiah has to have his scratchings, Mother.

And I cannot die, for you did save me.

(Mutters) Mother. Oh, Mother.

Mother.

I has to have something, Mother...

..or else I'll burst
waiting for to do Sharpie's whore.

(Shouting in French)

♪ He looketh on the Earth and it trembleth

♪ He toucheth the hills and they smoke

I shall sing praise unto the Lord as long as I live.
All sing.

♪ I shall sing praise unto the Lord

♪ As long as I live

(Soldiers shouting in French)

♪ Band plays

Soon be done with, Jack.

I do hope you survive.

You have my best wishes for the same, sir.

Grateful to you, Jack.

Grateful to you.

Permission to speak, sir?

Shall ye sing us off?

♪ Come cheer up, my lads

♪ Tis to glory we steer

♪ To add something more to this wonderful year

♪ To honour we call you, as free men not slaves

♪ For who are so free as the sons ofthe waves?

♪ Hearts of oak are our ships,
hearts of oak are our men

♪ We always are ready

♪ Steady, boys, steady...

Sharpie's whore's in there, Ma.
Won't be long now.

♪ ..and again

♪ We'll ne'er see our foes

♪ But we wish them to stay

♪ They'll never see us but they wish us away...

My hopes to you, sir.

And all the South Essex you command.

Will you let my men die as Rifles?

In green jackets, they will serve you just as well.

They are proud men.

You have need of proud men.

And they will not fail you nor Captain Rymer, sir.

I know they will not, Sharpe.

As I know you will not.

Let them wear the green jackets
that mean so much to them.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you. Thank you.

Thank you, sir.

(Approaching drums)

I, Ben Perkins, Chosen Man,

do give and bequeath all my arrears
to Daniel Hagman, Chosen Man.

Likewise, Ben. Here, you has it.

'Arps, if I get snuffed...
You getting this down, Clayton?

Yeah.

..everything what's owed me is yours.

Including stoppages?

Yeah. Stoppages too.

May God now have mercy on us all.

(Chatter in French)

Two here.

Four here.

SHARPE: One. One here.

Three here. Three.

Halt! Who comes?

The Forlorn Hope.

Advance, the Forlorn, and be recognised.

Mr Sharpe. My name is Benedict.

Richard.

I am to guide you to the glacis,
point out your breach.

Thank you.

- Shall we go now?
- If you'd be so kind, Mr Sharpe.

SOLDIER: God be with you.

- Forward, the Forlorn.
- Oh, my brave lads.

Let them go!

I see you wear your badge of honour already.

I don't begrudge you that.

There is your breach.

The Santa Maria.

I have always been lucky.

I now...draw my sword.

Ready?

Goward survived leading the Forlorn Hope
at Ciudad Rodrigo.

He's now a captain.

Did you know him?

No.

FRENCH SOLDIER: Attention!
(Gunfire)

(Bugle)

Forward!

♪ Pipe band plays The British Grenadiers

Tally ho, my boys! Remember Talavera!

Steady, boys!

Steady!

Hold the line, boys!

Mother!

Mother! Mother!

Spread your wings and lift me high!

I die!

Come on!

Onward, my boys! Onward!

This is fiendish work. Fiendish!

Oh, Jack! You're done for!

It's no use!

CLAYTON: Hang on to me.

The man is dead. Captain Rymer.

- Mr Sharpe, do you hear me?
- It's yours.

- Your company!
- What are we going to do, sir?

He cannot order them
to storm the breach again, Fletcher.

Send gallopers to the 4th and Light Divisions.
Tell them to re-form and storm again.

Yes, my lord.

(French shout)

That's where I'm going.

And none ofyou have to come,
but that's where I'm going and I'll tell you why.

It's cos them French laugh at us.
Do you hear 'em?

I hear 'em. They're laughing at us.

All's well at Badajoz?! Eh?

Well, I'm not standing for that.

(Distantjeering)

The buggers. They are laughing at us.

Are you coming?

You carry it, Daniel.

- You're the best shot I know.
- Sir.

It's time to go mad.

Go!

I will die here!

(Bugle)

Lads!

We're in! By the living God, we're in!

Non! Non!

No, damn you! It's over!

Your battle's won!

Oh, God. He was surrendering.

(Bell tolls)

- We're in.
- Your lady, sir.

- Miss Teresa.
- Teresa.

- (Woman screams)
- Teresa!

Teresa!

Who's there? Richard?

No. It's me - Harry Price.

Richard said who got to you first
should look after you.

See? It's me.

Where is Richard?

¿Qué pasa?

Sergeant Hakeswill,
I don't mean to spoil your fun, but...

Beggin' your pardon, sir.

TERESA: Harry!

Harry!

No!

One at a time, please, lads. Eh?

Push it right in hup to the hilt.

Harper!

- Richard.
- This your whore, Sharpie?

Want to watch?

Don't touch that!

This your mother, Obadiah?

Look at that. He talks to her all the time.

This your mummy, Obadiah?

No!

(Laughter)

Damn!

It's all right. It's all right.

I've got her now. I've got her.

I've seen her.

I've held her.

She might never have known me, Teresa.

She might never have known me.

Hang three now
and any man still in Badajoz at midnight.

Clayton.

Still warm.

WINDHAM: You're a brave man, Sharpe.

Jack Collett dead. I loved him.

Rymer gone.

My pocket's full of bits of dust and stone.

You have my Light Company, Sharpe.
Do you want it?

I do, sir.

Sir.

Oh, to see her...dear face!

At this place.

At this hour!

Where was it?

Sergeant Hakeswill.

Sergeant Harper.

I apologise to you.

Will you take my hand?

Honoured to, sir.

I'm not the first man to have been flogged
for something that I didn't do.

But in my case, I do hope I'm the last.

Yes. Yes.

You... You have my word.

♪ Through smoke and fire

♪ And shot and shell

♪ And to the very walls of hell

♪ But we shall stand and we shall stay

♪ Over the hills and far away

♪ O'er the hills

♪ And o'er the main

♪ Through Flanders, Portugal and Spain

♪ King George commands and we obey