All language subtitles for 2008_Sharpe_s_peril_EP16_CD2_HD_VOSTEN.7.4.eng

Argh!

Take cover!

Defend the camp!

I must beg of you a service,
Colonel.

Will you stay with the column?
At least as far as Kalimgong.

And you, madam, are a spoiled,

wilful, petulant
and selfish young fool.

Count Vladimir Alexei Dragomirov.

What's this man's father to you?
He killed my wife!

It's Dragomirov
stealing the opium harvest.

And blaming it on this rebel Chitu.

I want them alive!
Richard!

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

GUNFIRE

Fall back.

Fall back, damn it!

They're retreating!

CHEERING

You'll have to take 'em 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.

(SINGS NONSENSE)

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.

Uh-uh-uh.

SPEAKING FRENCH

TWIG CRACKS

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! A moi!
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, ma'am.

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 'em.

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.

WHINNYING

HORSES APPROACHING

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, ma'am?

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 Ile-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, ma'am,
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, ma'am. Thank you, ma'am.

We've made some good progress this
morning.

Have we not?

We've done as well as we may, ma'am.

But enough...

would you think?

To put us beyond the reach of...

of that man?

I hope so, ma'am.

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.

WHIMPERING

(SPEAKS NATIVE TONGUE)

Argh!

With or without your help...

..be assured, Colonel,

I shall find the rest of your
company.

WHIMPERING

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.

RAPID DRUMMING

APPLAUSE

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?

PIPING

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.

APPLAUSE

Ma'am?
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 'em.

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.

HISSING

Enough music now.

Leave off your goddamn caterwauling.

See her to her quarters.
Yes, sahib.

(GROANS)

HISSING

CRACKS

Ma'am. Ma'am!

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.

Shh.

Do you hear that?

HORSE WHINNYING
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,
ma'am.

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, ma'am.

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, ma'am,

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 'em.
No.

It's too easy.

Wait, you fools, rein in.

Rein in!

EXPLOSION

SHOUTING AND WHINNYING

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...I'm anxious to know how soon we
might be on our way, ma'am.

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!

SCREAMING

Argh!

HARPER: 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?

CHITU: 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.

WORMWOOD: Look at him, eh.

Look. Bloody fool.

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

Desertion is a hanging, Colour.

You think anyone will survive the
morrow to peach?

Who's gonna stop us, eh?

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,
eh?

Eh?

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 learned 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.

GUNSHOT

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.

WOMAN SHOUTING IN PAIN

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, eh?

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!

WHINNYING AND SHOUTING

Get them barricades back!

SHOUTING

Stand, you buggers. Stand.

Present.

Fire!

Fire!

Oh, my.

Oh, my...

I believe I am killed, ma'am.

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!

TRUMPETING

Barabbas?

Into 'em! Get into 'em!

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, ma'am.

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.

BABY CRYING

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, ma'am.

Perhaps

one day I shall visit you.

I should like that.

Until then...

..au revoir.

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.

(GROWLS)

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.