All language subtitles for 16. ASharpes.Challenge.2006

(COW MOOING)

Troops approaching. Open the gate.

All right, lads. Fall out.

-Davi, get some grub going.
-Yes.

Master Richard sahib.

I have to tell you that we have no grub.

We haven't, no. But they have.

That would be stealing, sahib.

How am I to be a good British soldier
if you make me into a thief again?

It isn't thieving when you're hungry, Davi.
First thing any soldier learns.

Now go on, get on with you.

Davi, mind you watch
the eleventh commandment.

Yes, sahib.

Company troops approaching, sahib.

Well, who the hell is it?

Not sure, sir.

Sullivan, perhaps. Breaking in a new company.

I've never met Sullivan, sir.

Subed ar!Call out the guard.

Better give the bastard a salute when he arrives.

Tell him he can join me for dinner.

-You too, I suppose.
-Yes, sir. Thank you, sir.

Welcome to Chasalgaon, sir.

Major Crosby's compliments
and you're invited to dine with him, sir.

Squad, attention.

Present arms!

-Is that stew about ready yet?
-In a jiffy.

A bloody camel could do it faster.

I'm going for a piss.

Front face!

Order arms!

Should I have your horse watered, sir?

All in good time, Captain. All in good time.

Fix bayonet!

Present!

Oh, my God.

Come on, boys.

Fire!

Christ all-bloody-mighty.

There! There!

What's the matter, Captain?
Cat got your t-t-tongue?

(MAN SCREAMING IN HIN DI)

King's men, to me!

Well left!

Well left, Captain...

(MAN SPEAKING IN HIN DI)

Who the devil are you?

Major William Dodd...

at your service.

Subedar!

Two good men to guard the pay chest
if you please.

(AGREEING IN HIN DI)

(SCREAMING)

Major Dodd, sir. Everything is loaded, sir.

-And the enemy?
-All dead, sir.

Not quite all, subed ar.

(GRUNTING)

(CLASSICAL HIN DU
INSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Chasalgaon has fallen, Your Highness.

We left not a man alive.

-Colonel Richard Sharpe, late of the South Essex?
-Mmm-hmm.

Sir Samuel Rawlinson,
President of the Board of Control.

I'm told you've a talent
for bruising your betters, Sharpe.

Saving the man I've come to see,

and a certain Irish sergeant of my acquaintance,
have done such.

Now, will you take me to Wellington
or shall I dig the bugger out myself?

Splendid.

Splendid. This way.

(CLEARING TH ROAT)

What's this nonsense I hear?

You've turned swords to ploughshares
and become a farmer in France?

Aye. It's true enough, Your Grace.

Suits you, this life?

Well, no bugger's trying to shoot me
the livelong day so, aye, suits me.

There is a young tiger loose in India, Sharpe.

A Maratha princeling with a heart for rebellion
and a taste for English blood.

I thought we'd put an end to any threat
from the Marathas in '03.

So had we all. Divide and rule.

Simple enough policy,
but one that has served us well.

Who is he?

Khande Rao, the Rajah of Ferraghur.

Since he came to power, attacks on our forts
and hill stations have increased tenfold.

And with each success,
more Pindari bandits come to his side.

How come this man has succeeded
where many others have failed?

Though Khande Rao
ascended his father's throne last summer,

he's not yet in his majority.

It seems the late rajah's favourite concubine
is ruling as regent.

-A woman?
-Just so.

Albeit one acting under advice and guidance
of a renegade East India Company officer.

Our intelligence officer in Agra
recruited a horse master

supplying the Company with mounts
to discover the renegade's identity.

Alas, nothing's been seen or heard of the fellow
this past six months.

We need someone who knows the country
to determine what's become of him.

And, if the worst has befallen,
to see his mission through.

You want me to go back to India?

This uprising must be stopped, Sharpe,
by whatever means.

One resourceful man may achieve
what an army cannot.

Your Grace, my soldiering days came to an end
on the ridge of Mont St John.

Damn it, Sharpe. The rat is in the bottle.
No one else will do.

India is a very tinderbox
that waits upon the merest spark.

That may be so, my lord.

But what happens in India is the business
of men of influence and great import

and not of a farmer.

I regret I must respectfully decline.

That is your last word?

I'm sorry I cannot prevail upon you
to change your mind, Colonel.

Mrs Harper, my apologies
for having kept you waiting.

-Ramona.
-Richard, thank God.

An acquaintance of yours, Sharpe?

A good friend.

Mrs Harper's husband
is the Irish sergeant of whom I spoke.

What are you doing here, lass?
Is Patrick with you?

Alas, Sharpe,

Mrs Harper's husband is also our missing agent.

You're Patrick's only hope.

You will find him, won't you, Richard?

(CAMELS BRAYING)

(CHATTERING IN HIN DI)

I'm assured we'll be on our way again
presently, ma'am.

It's a poor bloody spot for a tea party, Captain.

Bandit country.

And not one picquet posted along the track.
Some of us might call that reckless.

And you're whom, sir,
to be giving orders to an officer?

Come, sir, state your business.

My name is Richard Sharpe

and my business is with General Burroughs.

You're off to join his 3rd Army
on the Northern Plain, are you not?

You have experience of India, Mr Sharpe?

Experience?

Aye, some.

I was at Srirangapattam and Assaye.

There were no riflemen here then.

You wear the green jacket of the 95th,
do you not, Mr Sharpe?

I do, ma'am.

And you're right.
There were no riflemen here then.

I was at the time a private soldier in the 33rd.

Sharpe.

Good God, I mean, not the ranker
that saved Wellington's life?

Well, it once fell to me to help him out. Aye.

Captain Lawrence, sir.

And this is Miss Celia Burroughs,
the general's daughter.

Ma'am.

Unless I'm much mistaken,
it's rightly Colonel Sharpe, isn't it?

Retired, Captain, retired.
I've... I've no commission here.

It'll be an honour to have you travel along
with us, Mr Sharpe, of course, but as...

I'd wait, if I were you.

There's someone up on that ridge.
May be nothing but...

I'd send a scouting party forward.

Alas, sir, our cavalry vanished off to the west
to find forage some two hours since.

Two hours?

Then I'd best go and find them for you.

(FLIES BUZZING)

Not long dead.

An hour at most.

You must be the cavalry
Captain Lawrence sent me to find.

Captain Mohan Singh.

I command these lancers.

Richard Sharpe.

And I command no one here.

Pindari?

A raiding party,

acting on orders from Khande Rao.

I thought this was friendly territory.

It was.

What brings you to India, Mr Sharpe?

I'm looking for a friend. A man called Harper.

Patrick Harper.

-You know him?
-The Irish horse master?

-That's him.
-Yeah.

I knew him.

There was a raid, uh, six months ago.

The column he was travelling with
was massacred to the last man.

Most likely by the same dogs responsible for this.

I'm sorry, Mr Sharpe,

your journey seems to have been in vain.

It would appear your father
has sent a Company escort, ma'am.

Good day, Captain Lawrence.

-It is Captain Lawrence, isn't it?
-Sir.

Which would make this...

delightful creature Miss Celia Burroughs,
daughter to the great white General.

-Could I ask, sir, who you might be?
-My name is Dodd.

General William Dodd.

Formerly of the honourable...

Honourable East India Company.

Now, happily Commander-in-Chief
to his Highness, Khande Rao,

Rajah of Ferraghur.

-Do you joke with me, sir?
-Joke, sir? Why, sir, no, sir.

But I do have a paradox
might amuse Miss Burroughs.

Present!

I'm sorry, Mr Sharpe,
but we really must get back to column.

(GUNS FIRING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

What the hell are you doing here?

You're supposed to be dead.

Sure, I can't watch your arse
if I'm dead, now, can I?

By God, Pat.

I don't think much of your new tailor.

You're a long way from home, Richard.
Are you lost?

Ramona sent me.

What the bloody hell were you doing
running off and leaving her?

I've been too long a soldier. You know how it is.

Mr Harper?

Well...

it would appear we have all been premature
in our prayers at your passing.

Luck of the Irish, Captain. You can't beat it.

(SQUAWKING)

Damn it.

There is one comfort, though.

General Burroughs' daughter
does not seem to be among the dead.

Nor is Captain Lawrence.

This looks like the handiwork
of a Pindari war band

I've been tracking for the past four days.

This column was taken by surprise.

The men died in line.

Didn't even have time to unsling their rifles.

Whoever did this came at them in friendship.

I've never seen anything like it before.

I have. Chasalgaon.

Chasalgaon?

But to my knowledge,
there were no survivors at Chasalgaon.

Colonel Sharpe's always had
a certain gift for the impossible, sir.

Colonel Sharpe?

-Are you with me, Patrick?
-Yes, always.

Where are you going?

After the bastards that did this,
where do you think?

They will be many miles
from here by now, Colonel.

Colonel, I will send
two of my best men to track them

but we must report
the column's loss without delay.

Khande Rao is in Ferraghur,
the greatest fortress in the world.

It has never fallen.

(AN KLETS JINGLING)

Kneel before His Majesty Khande Rao.

I shall do no such thing.

Highness, your loyal commander-in-chief
offers you this humble gift.

The daughter of the mighty general
sent by England to challenge your greatness

kneels before you.

I'm afraid there's not much meat on her
and what there is undercooked but...

I'm sure, given encouragement,
she'll provide Your Highness with some sport.

No!

God damn you, sir, for shame.

Your Highness!
As a French officer, I cannot permit...

Permit?

Colonel Gudin,
you're here to train His Highness' men.

Nothing more.

India is not France.

What is your name, British soldier?

Captain Lawrence.

I've lately consulted with the Brahmin,
Captain Lawrence,

hoping to gain the answer
to a question that greatly troubles me.

Perhaps you can confirm
whether my augurs read the signs right.

Will your army lay siege to us here
at Ferraghur before the rains come?

In the army of His Britannic Majesty, sir,

the plans of great generals
are not confided to mere captains.

A pity.

You will convey for me then a message.

A message to your army
camped upon the Northern Plains.

You should know that England
does not parley with brigands, sir.

Oh, but you mistake me, Captain,

for I make no offer of parley.

(CELIA SCREAMING)

One!

Two!

No, no, no!

By God, sir, but this won't do!

Lay it on hard, man. Don't tickle him!

You heard General Simmerson, lay it on!

And keep those strokes high, above his trousers.

Three!

Four!

-What's this poor sod done, then, Simmerson?
-Five! Six!

-Farted upwind of your nobility?
-Eight!

Sharpe!

I see time has done nothing
to improve a want of etiquette in you.

Still the same
whore-mongering gutter trash of memory.

Aye.

And you're still the same cruel, flogging bastard.

Cruel, sir? I calls it discipline.

This fellow was caught wearing paint
and earrings on parade, if you please.

Well, I won't have it, sir.

Sepoys they may be,

but this is a Christian army
and I will see things done the Christian way.

There's no doubting that.

What's your business here, Sharpe?

My business is with General Burroughs.

Indeed.

-How long?
-About a month or so.

The fever ebbs and flows but, alas,

never leaves him in sufficient health
to command.

So who's in charge?

Back so soon, General. I thought you to be
at your pleasure some time yet.

Bad tidings, McRae, bad tidings.

And no worse a messenger
to bring 'em than Richard Sharpe.

That would be, uh, Colonel Sharpe, sir.

I do not remember Mr Sharpe
as holding a commission in this army.

I'm here at the express wish
of Horse Guard, General.

See if you can remember that.

London wants this uprising
put down hard and fast, before it spreads.

My orders are
to lend what aid I can in that regard.

Then you are indeed welcome
to our company, Colonel.

Hector McRae,
special advisor to General Burroughs.

John Stokes, Major of Engineers.

Glad of the acquaintance, Colonel.

I regret to report that the escort transporting
General Burroughs' daughter

was overcome by a force of Khande Rao's men.

Miss Burroughs and Captain Lawrence
have been taken captive.

You see, McRae, what did I tell you?
Bad tidings indeed.

First General Burroughs indisposed, now this.

I shall send to Agra for reinforcements
and further orders.

Further orders? What further orders do you need?

Sir, if Major Stokes' artillery
is to breach the walls of Ferraghur,

we must move against the fortress
before the rains come.

I shall consider your advice, of course, McRae.

And what does that mean?

-We wait?
-We wait, sir.

What of General Burroughs' daughter?

(DOOR OPENING)

Do not be afraid. I am the Rani Lalima.

Sister to His Highness.

Well, what do you want?

To gloat on my misfortune?

I thought perhaps...

Do you imagine I would accept anything
from you after all you've done?

My father will not stand idly by, madame.

Even now, he will be marshalling his army.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(SHOUTING ORDERS)

I must admit,

despite his being a Frenchman,
Gudin is making progress.

And when will they be ready?

Soon, Madhuvanthi.

Soon.

And after you've made the Plains
run red with English blood,

once you have ground them into the dirt,

what then, my love?

Patience, Madhuvanthi.

Patience?

Have I not been patient?

And more.

You know it.

Did I put Khande Rao on his father's throne
for your ambition to fail you now?

Have we not come far already?

Or do you forget?

A Company lieutenant with no prospect
of advancement and a favoured courtesan.

Now I am a general

and you a regent.

I shall not be Regent forever.

Soon Khande Rao will attain his majority
and I shall be put aside.

But perhaps you weary of me, my love.

Is that it?

You want someone younger to rule beside you.

Lalima, perhaps.

I've seen how you watch after where she walks.

I'd keep a close eye on her because
I do not think she's entirely to be trusted.

She's of no consequence.

She'll do as her brother orders
and if she does not, she'll suffer for it.

All I ask, my love,

is that you do not make me wait too long
for what is rightfully ours.

When I tells you to shine my boots, Private,

I means I wants them gleaming!

But, Sergeant Bickerstaff, you know full well
that as a Hindu...

Do you tell me, boy?

I can see Shadrach Bickerstaff

has to teach you better to mind your manners.

-All right, stand off, Sergeant.
-Mind your damn business!

Don't make me tell you again.

Who the bloody hell are you to give me orders?

You're no Company officer.

No, Sergeant Bickerstaff, I'm not.
I'm from a proper army

that knows how to deal
with bullying bastards like you!

Now, you raise your arm to this man
one more time for no reason,

and you'll have me to deal with. Now stand off.

-Oh, what's it to you?
-What's it to me?

Nowt, beyond I know what it's like
to be on the end of a sergeant's beating.

-Now stand off!
-Easier to be brave

with rank and noon sunlight behind.

I hope you sleep light, Colonel.

Lest you find some morning
you wake up to find your throat slit.

-Is that a threat, Sergeant?
-Take it as you please.

Oh, I do. So come on,
let's sort it out here and now. Just you and me.

(LAUGHING)

I weren't born yesterday neither, Colonel.

'Tis a hanging offence to strike at an officer.

-But like you said, I'm no Company officer.
-All the same.

I'll not hit a man wearing the King's uniform.

No? No? Well, that's easily remedied.

Officers!

I've shat 'em.

Shadrach.

All right, all right! Clear off.

Next time I give an order,
you bloody jump to, understood?

Aye, sir.

Richard!

Come on to me with a knife, will you?
You little gutless bastard!

Had enough, Shadrach?

(BELLS JINGLING)

My troops as one, look to their leader for, for...

What? What is this?

I have said that when I am about
my literary business, I am not to be disturbed.

What is it?

A message from Khande Rao.

There's a note along with the thing.

Written in their heathen script.
Perhaps you'd oblige me, McRae.

It is a short message
and to the purpose, General.

If we attack Ferraghur, Khande Rao
will kill General Burroughs' daughter.

You see, gentlemen? As I thought.

Our best course lies in caution.

Khande Rao is not just marshalling
his troops up there to look good.

-You must move now.
-I have said!

Damn it, sir, don't push me.

We will wait

until reinforcements and new orders
are arrived from Agra.

There is no more to say.

Get that damn thing out of here.

What do you reckon then, Pat?

-This Khande Rao, can we take him?
-He has a reputation of being a real monster.

If he is a monster, Mr Harper,
then he's one of British making.

How is that, Captain?

The Company have only maintained the peace
by keeping the princes at each other's throats.

Khande Rao's father...

(SCOFFS)

...he feared his neighbours
more than he hated the British.

And so it was your country
that kept him supplied with arms.

That sounds just like the English,
getting someone else to do its dirty work.

The son is not the father, however.

Khande Rao wants you out of our country
once and for all.

It is a view with which I cannot say
I do not have some sympathy.

So why are you fighting with us?

Khande Rao is a Maratha, Colonel,
a sworn enemy of my blood.

And that makes you my enemy's enemy.
And, therefore, a necessary evil.

Good day to you, both.

I don't think I like the sound of that,
a necessary evil.

What keeps my brother from sleep?

I dreamt of our father.

He was angry with me.
I don't know why that should be so.

I shall ask the Brahmin what it means.

I try to be like him in all things.

To find his courage within me, that I may see
my people safely through these days.

No one doubts your courage, my lord,
nor your wisdom.

But surely a great prince is also merciful.

I speak of the white general's daughter.

Release her to the guest quarters
here in the palace. I will stand surety.

Do this kindness for a sister who loves you.

-I will ask Madhuvanthi.
-Ask Madhuvanthi? That witch!

-You are the Rajah of Ferraghur.
-And she is Regent!

Tell me, when the time comes
to surrender such power,

do you imagine she will do so gracefully
and rest content?

-She and Dodd...
-Do not task me, Lalima.

General Dodd has served us faithfully well
these past years.

It was our father's wish
that he remain in our service

and I will not go against that wish.

Christ, God, Sharpe! You heard his message.

Attack Ferraghur
and he kills General Burroughs' daughter.

Not if I can get her out.

Get her out? What fresh madness is this?

You want to lead a forlorn hope
against Ferraghur, is that it?

Have half my men killed on the walls,
then watch Celia Burroughs have her head nailed?

If Captain Singh and his lancers help me,

Mr Harper and I
should prove sufficient to the job.

You and Harper, eh?

Oh, God knows...

I don't mind if you do die, Sharpe.
It's long past your time, ain't it?

If that's permission...

Oh, by all means. Go and die, Sharpe.

Go and die.

Mademoiselle, it is His Highness' wish

that you should be brought
to the guest quarters at the palace.

There you may bathe
and will be provided with fresh clothing.

I am well enough, sir.

It is not a request.

-Are we ready, Pat?
-As we'll ever be.

Godspeed, then, to you both.

-I trust your new quarters are more to your liking.
-General Dodd!

I hardly think it proper for you to be alone
in a woman's quarters.

Fortunately, madam,
there lies a region in which I am well-travelled.

-What is it you want?
-Merely to ask after your comfort.

To the best of my knowledge, sir,
you were once an officer in the British Army.

It was the East India Company in which I served.

But let's not split hairs over such trifling matters.

Your point?

My point, sir, is that if any vestige
of gentlemanly conduct

you must have absorbed
while in British Company remains,

I would urge you to act upon it.

Alas, madam, these past years,
I find I'm moved by impulses far more...

sub-equatorial.

If I understood you aright
the other evening, General,

you made a gift of me to the Rajah.

-What of it?
-Nothing.

I am merely imagining his disappointment

if he were to find that his gift
had already been unwrapped.

Then you better wish a health unto His Highness

for he'll take more care in its opening than I will.

All right, I reckon this is about far enough, Pat.

Turn your coat round.

If Khande Rao's men see red coats,
they'll shoot before they ask questions.

Wouldn't want that to happen now, would we?
Not with these jettifellows to look forward to.

She must be some looker, that's all I can say.

-All the trouble we're going to.
-Who must?

-The general's daughter.
-Saving Celia Burroughs ain't a mission, Pat.

We're going to Ferraghur to stop a rebellion.

Shh!

What do you want?

I came to tell you I am sorry
you have been dealt with this way.

Keep your apology, madame. It's nothing to me.

We did not ask you British to our country.
And still you came.

But not as guests, nor in friendship.

-You came to plunder, nothing more.
-I came to be with my father.

We are not savages, madam,
whatever you might think of us.

All we want is to be left to run our own affairs.

I would be grateful if you would leave me.

Promise me one thing, madam. I have stood
surety for your present surroundings.

Were you to attempt escape,
I should suffer for it.

Don't look, I think we're being followed.

(MAN YELLING)

It's about time!

Get out, man. You've done your job, get out.

(MAN SPEAKING IN HIN DI)

Friends, mate. Friends. You understand?

We don't wanna fight you.

-We wanna come and join you.
-GUDIN: Join us?

-You're deserters?
-No, sir, we're volunteers.

-That's why them buggers are chasing us.
-Sergeant Sharpe, sir.

-Corporal Harper.
-Colonel Gudin.

Surrender your weapons
and we'll escort you to Ferraghur.

If it proves you are what you say,
we may find a place for you.

If not, you will die.

I'm afraid General Dodd will insist upon it.

So, you wish to enlist in the army
of His Highness Khande Rao?

Aye, sir, that's why we're here.

And tell me, Sergeant Sharpe,
just why should I believe you?

I'm never sure deserters are to be trusted.

We were to be flogged, sir,
and lose us rank and all.

-Why?
-Accused of thieving, sir.

We didn't do it
but it was our word against an officer.

Why should I accept you
into His Highness' service?

You give me a rifle at me shoulder
and sword at my hand and I'll show you why.

This Rajah is no more your king than he is mine.

But we'll kill for him, Colonel, same as you.

Though I'll be damned
if we'll beg for the privilege.

You are for the moment attached to my cushoon.

You shall be issued with the proper uniform

and Sergeant Chef Bonnet
will explain to you your duties.

-Aye, sir.
-Thank you, sir.

Lesfuck-offs, n'est-ce pas?

-What's that?
-English deserters, no?

-I'm Irish, sir.
-That way.

Cinq minutes.

(IMITATING GUDIN) Best not to keep
the Sergeant Chef waiting.

What is it?

Nowt.

And you with a face on you like a dragoon's arse
from the minute we got lifted?

Hmm?

Listen, I'd follow you through the gates of hell
if you gave me the word.

So I think I deserve more than a "nowt"
for my trouble.

Dodd.

"General Dodd will insist,"

Gudin said.

Who is he?

The Company renegade
you've been trying to find for one.

-And for two?
-A murdering bastard.

Do you know him?

Does he know you?

He had a lot on his mind that day at Chasalgaon.

Chasalgaon?

Shite.

Well, I'll take that as a "Let's hope not" then.

-Your Highness.
-General Dodd.

So, what news of the wolves at our door?

Intelligence from our scout says
that the British broke camp early this morning.

Perhaps they have thought better
of the enterprise and are falling back to Agra.

You sound almost eager
to avoid the confrontation.

GUDIN: I have never walked away from a battle,
madame. Neither have I run toward one.

Like any soldier,
I hope for peace and prepare for war.

If it's peace that you want, you better hope
that General Burroughs values his kin above duty.

My father knows his duty. Depend on it.

As he knows how to deal with renegades.

Be silent, and speak only
when you are spoken to.

We have consulted with our Brahmins.

-They say the rains are coming very soon.
-Not too soon, Your Highness?

Or how else will we swill the Plain clean
of English blood?

-How fares General Burroughs, sir?
-I fear this ague has him yet by the heel.

Perhaps we should delay our approach
upon Ferraghur.

Delay, sir? No, we cannot.

The rains maybe upon us in days, hours perhaps.

We must press on.

(DRUMS BEATING)

HARPER: Boy! Boy!

-More arrack here.
-No, no, no more, please.

Yes, yes.

I thought you crapaud s could drink.
And it's Patrick, by the way.

Who was that
white lass that we see with the Rajah? Eh?

-That one's far beyond your purse, my friend.
-Oh?

The daughter of a British general.

-Dodd made a gift of her to the Rajah.
-A gift?

Much as another man might hang
a beautiful picture upon the wall,

his Highness likes to have her about him

while he makes his plans for war.

So amongst my other duties,

I am appointed her chaperone.

And escort her from the guest quarters

to wherever His Highness pleases.

Such is my misfortune.

Sounds like a funny misfortune to me.

She is very beautiful, yes.

Mon dieu, quelle pétasse! Un shrew sans pareille.

More arrack, Jacques. More arrack.

(LAUGHING)

-Whoa!
-Oh!

We shall all have sore heads tomorrow.

Well, you will, anyhow, Jacques.

(KEYS RATTLING)

I'll put him to bed.

Come on.

(GASPING)

-If you please.
-Colonel Sharpe?

Sergeant Sharpe. At least for now. If you would.

-Forgive me...
-That's all right.

That's all right. Don't fret your self, you did right.

Sergeant Sharpe, might I assume this subterfuge,

indeed your very presence at Ferraghur,
is at my father's request?

-It is, ma'am.
-Then you've seen him. How is he?

I regret to say General Burroughs is
taken with the ague, ma'am.

He's taken pretty bad.

-And like to die?
-He looks a strong man, ma'am.

And he's in the best of care.
I don't doubt he'll mend given time.

Who, then, controls his army?

The army is at present
under the control of Sir Henry Simmerson.

Then it is indeed worse than I'd feared.
Papa holds Sir Henry to be of little account.

Then your father's a good judge, ma'am.

I know Sir Henry of old, which is why we must
get you out of Ferraghur at first opportunity.

Have you a proposal
whereby our prospects might be improved?

I'm working upon it, ma'am.

But I'm also here to reconnoitre
the fort's defences against our attack.

Sergeant, if there is a choice
between getting me out

and taking what intelligence
you have to my father...

Whatever we do,
wherever we go, we'll go together.

Now, I must back to my building
before I am missed.

Don't you worry.

-Good night, ma'am.
-Thanks.

Barrel caked in powder.

SHARPE: Rusted dog screw. Would you say
this was good enough, Corporal Harper?

HARPER: That I wouldn't, Sergeant.
No, that I wouldn't.

What would happen if any of our men

kept their pieces in such a condition,
Corporal Harper?

Well, they'd have cause to curse their mothers

for ever bringing them
into this sorry world, Sergeant.

What the hell are two English soldiers
doing on my parade ground?

They are deserters, sir.
Eager to serve His Highness.

So you just thought you'd just let
two Englishmen walk into Ferraghur?

-My orders were to build an army.
-Colonel.

I think General Dodd's point is
how do we know they're not spies?

How can one tell, Highness? But I think not.

-I have questioned them.
-Oh, I think we can tell.

I think we can discover
what sort of soldiers they are, too.

How many rounds can you fire a minute?

One, maybe?

A good soldier, he can fire maybe three,
four rounds a minute.

DODD: Perhaps you should demonstrate,
Sergeant.

Oh, aye.

Who might you be?

I'd be General Dodd, Sergeant...?

Sharpe.

Corporal Harper, sir.

Load them.

Getting slow, Pat.

So, you can load.

-Can you shoot?
-Oh, aye, I can shoot.

-I can kill and all.
-Good. Good.

Then kill him.

What?

Wait a minute! Wait a minute!

What's this?

Proof of your new-found loyalty to His Highness.

Kill him or I'll have you both shot as spies.

Sir, I've...served with this man for six years, sir.

Well, you must be bored of his conversation.

Don't try His Highness' patience, kill him.

-Pat.
-God love you, Richard.

Aim true for Christ's sake.

Hail Mary full of grace. The Lord is with thee.
Blessed art thou amongst women,

I gave you an order.

Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners,
now and at the hour...

Bad powder. Good one that, General.
I'll remember that.

Be sure that you do.

Let this test of your loyalty serve as a reminder
that you have sworn

to live or die at His Highness's word.

-Continue your drill.
-Yes, sir.

Not bad, English, not bad.

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

(LAUGHING)

That Dodd's got a rare sense of humour,
so he has.

(TRADITIONAL IN DIAN MUSIC PLAYING)

Off your grub, Pat?

That isn't like you. What's to do?

You did know that shot wouldn't carry,
didn't you?

Of course I did.

The powder Dodd gave me was blended wrong.

There weren't
nowhere near enough saltpetre in it.

How in the name of God
would you have known that?

Three years in the army at Srirangapattam.

A man gets to know powder, the smell of it,
the taste of it.

Yeah, well, I mean, all the same.
You could have, you know...

Well, you think Dodd would let us
have loaded guns if he didn't trust us?

And His Majesty not ten foot away.

Yeah, well, you might have had a notion
to let me know.

I was getting my excuses ready for St Peter.

It had to look real, Pat. Sorry.

But we are in the cushoon, aren't we?

Yeah, yeah.

We're in a cushoon all right.
Up to our bloody necks.

Get those feet up, you!

It ain't a tea party we're marching to!

It's to war.

Magnificent, are they not?

Yet I do pity them.

They will be pounded to dust.

You'll never break a besieging army
sat in a fort, sir.

And there's the weather to think about.

And the rains may make them withdraw to Agra.

But they'll be back for sure
in greater numbers than before.

It is not the "when" of their assault
which need concern us, gentlemen.

It is the "where."

Highness.

I never thought of them to be so many.

Be not dismayed, Your Highness.

There will be far fewer of them presently.

(WHISTLING)

Ah, McRae, you are done with your promenade?

Major Stokes has completed
his initial service, sir, aye.

Stokes?

I regret to report I'm unable to advance
my artillery pieces

against the north or the south ramparts.

Now, there is a possible approach
against the east.

And how long do you estimate it will take you
to establish a practicable breach?

-A few weeks, sir.
-A few weeks?

Which, with the arrival of the rains
almost upon us,

we do not have.

No, sir.

Well, thankfully, while you have been
walking up and down the earth,

I have made some certain enquires.

This man tells me that his sons were taken away

by Khande Rao's troops a few months ago,

to help construct an inner wall inside the fortress.

An inner wall?

Building of this inner wall upon the west
is not yet complete.

At that point
we have only the outer wall to breach.

The west. Are you sure, sir?

Have I not just said so?

But my mind would be eased
if we could get confirmation from Colonel Sharpe.

Sharpe be damned!

I told you, the man is a bloody adventurer
and cannot be relied upon.

The west it is, Stokes, that's the place.

See there, how the wall is in poor repair.

That's where we'll make our breach.

And we'll do it in strength.
By God, I'll pour the whole damn army in.

There'll be a show to put
Richard bloody Sharpe in his place.

(SCOFFING)

Looking for the Colonel. Colonel Gudin.

(MEN SPEAKING IN HIN DI)

(MEN CHATTERING IN HIN DI)

A mine? Where?

The western rampart.

There's a tunnel underneath the old gatehouse.
Leads to the inner wall.

And it's stacked high with gunpowder.

God save Ireland.

I can see them now, coming on, flags flying.

A forlorn hope storming into the breach.

Yeah, but it won't be a breach that they find.

Just a tight bloody corridor
and nowhere to go but along it.

Jesus.

They'll be trapped between
the inner and outer walls.

Yeah.

And all the while, Dodd will be sat there waiting,

ready to blow the whole bloody army
straight to hell.

(HARPER BARKING ORDERS)

Sergeant, can you use a sword?

Aye, sir, sometimes, sir, when I need to.

Good. Then oblige me. It's been a while
since I matched steel with an Englishman.

Begging your pardon, sir,
but I'm drilled as a rifleman

and no match for Your Generalship.

I'll be the judge of that. Choose your blade.

I'd sooner not, sir, if it's all right with you.

Choose your blade.

So, what brings you to His Highness's service?

As we told Colonel Gudin, sir...

(GRUNTING)

-You weren't ready for me?
-No, sir.

Well, let that serve as a lesson to you.

The enemy won't announce his intention
to strike and neither will I.

-That's better, Sharpe, much better.
-I learn fast, sir.

So it seems.

What about yourself, sir? If I might ask.

What brought you into His Highness' service?

I was a lieutenant in the East India Company
for six years, six bloody years.

You see, in the Company, it doesn't matter
how good a soldier a man might be

if he hasn't got the money.

He's got to wait his turn.

I watched wealthy, young idiots
buy themselves majorities in the King's ranks,

whilst I had to bow
and scrape to the useless bastards.

"Yes, sir. No, sir.

"Three bags bloody full, sir."

-I thought this was just practising.
-You're holding back.

Is that how you'll fight the red-coats
when it comes to close quarters?

Test me, man! Test me!

I think you should've joined the King's army, sir.

-Get up!
-You got me, sir.

Come.

Let's refresh ourselves.

-I'll have a surgeon look at your wounds.
-No, sir.

You let me win easily, I know you did.
I know why too.

It's not done in the British army
to let a ranker best an officer.

But you're not in the British army now.

You have courage, ability,

and you were born to live poor
and die in the ranks.

Another name on the butcher's bill.

-A soldier's fate, sir.
-Not in my army.

I'll show those English bastards
what a man can do.

You're an Englishman yourself, aren't you, sir?

Once. Maybe.

Now, I see a red-coat,
all I wanna do is start killing.

Is that what happened at Chasalgaon?

Why the hell do you ask that?

You hear tales in the ranks, sir.

Rumours. I just wondered what happened.

I made a reputation, that's what happened.

I put Chasalgaon to the sword.

Company troops and civilians alike.

Every last man, woman and child. No prisoners.

You see, when men fight me, Sergeant,
I want them to fear me.

That way the battle's half won
before it's even begun.

(GASPING)

Oh, stop moaning.

God almighty, that was a close call.
What were you thinking?

What kind of a bloody common soldier
handles a blade as well as that, huh?

I let him beat me, didn't I?

Oh yeah, sure you did, yeah.

It's as fine a piece of playacting I've seen
outside of Mr Kemble's Coriolanus.

I didn't think you cared for
Mr Kemble in that part.

In any event you should have just
killed the bastard and been done with it.

He'll get his, Pat. Don't you worry about that.

The time of my choosing. My place, not his.

Sergeant Sharpe, you are summoned
to the palace.

It is called the Vadavaka.

The Mare's Trick.

Mmm-hmm.

And can only be perfected with long practice.

Oh. I don't doubt it, ma'am.

Oh, I expect it's more impressive
in its beholding than in its achievement,

like any cavalry manoeuvre.

You fought well, Sergeant.

On the parade ground.

There aren't many men
who could best General Dodd.

If you recall, ma'am,
the General had the better of me.

No false modesty. You let him win.

I don't deny that General Dodd has been
a useful ally to this house, these past years.

But to place all our hopes
on the shoulders of one man...

What if he were to weary of such a burden?

Or that some lucky shot should
take him from our service.

Who then would we look to for guidance?

-His Highness, ma'am.
-Khande Rao?

He's just a boy.

Ferraghur needs a strong
and experienced hand upon her,

if she's to blossom as she should.

Why have you brought me here?

I would know you better, Sergeant.

Come.

Sit with me.

Shall I command you?

No woman commands me.

You know who I am?

(SCOFFING)

I know what you are.

That's how you want it, ma'am? Eh?

Nice and hard?

Off a ranker with the drill sweat still on him?

Or is this another test of my loyalty?

Is that it?

The General sat next door,
listening to which way I'm gonna jump next?

Well, if that's your game, I'll have none of it.

If that were all, ma'am?

Get out.

Get out!

SHARPE: Miss.

Miss.

Mr Sharpe.

-Are you well, ma'am?
-Thank you.

Well enough.

You have news?

Our army is encamped

on the plain beyond these walls.

When the bombardment against the fortress
begins, it may begin as early as tonight.

When it does, I'll come for you.

I understand.

You'd better go.

Until tonight, Godspeed.

Thirsty work is this.

(EXPLOSION)

As you were, you gutless heathens!

That's our pieces firing!

Those buggers out there ain't got no chance
of hitting us in this rain.

(MEN SCREAMING)

We must clear the enemy from the woods, sir,

if I'm to bring my pieces
up to bear against the west.

You have my mind exactly, Stokes.

We'll put some cannon to them,
flush the buggers out.

First the cannon, then we'll send the beaters in.

Be ready to advance at dusk.

(SCREAMING)

Sir.

-Has it started then?
-Right.

You get yourself away to the gate.

I'll bring the lass along
as soon as I can, all right?

-Listen...
-No, you listen.

Whatever it is, it'll wait till we're on the boat
back home. It'll keep till then.

You just make sure you get that lass
to her father, all right?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING IN HIN DI)

Sergeant Sharpe.

-What are you doing here?
-Sorry, sir, I was just looking for an officer.

Orders, sir.

Well, now you've found one.

-Can you ride?
-Aye, sir. A bit.

Good. Then follow me.

The British are taking the wood
to the west of the fortress.

Come, what are you waiting for?

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

Fire!

(MEN SCREAMING)

(EXPLOSION)

Your old friends are trying to drive
our rocketeers from the wood.

-I want you to confuse them.
-Sir?

Shout orders at them.

An English voice will confuse them.

Happen if I get a bit closer, sir.

There was an appetite
to make Messalina blush, eh?

By God, gentlemen,
was ever cheek and chin born to...

Excuse me!

Damn it, sir, damn it!
I will not have my story interrupted so.

The devil take your anecdote!

An attack stands upon the balance, man.

The duty officer sends for another company
to reinforce the assault.

Sir.

Perhaps you didn't hear me right.

-The duty officer sends for...
-He may send for what he pleases, sir.

There will be no reinforcement.

Let him use better that which he has.

The fewer men, the greater the glory.

Now gentlemen, what was I saying?

Bickerstaff. Bickerstaff.

Who's there?

Bickerstaff!

Bickerstaff, you miserable bastard!

Where are you? Get your arse over here.

Bickerstaff. Come...

Oh, Christ. Am I ever glad to see you.

What are you doing, man?

-It's me!
-I knows you, Colonel.

I'd know you anywhere.

Twisting a skirt like some
Eastcheap dollymop, I know.

But wait!

Shadrach, wait.

Look, I've got news,
I've got news for General Simmerson.

It'll have to keep then, won't it?

Me eyes. Me eyes.

(GROANING)

(BICKERSTAFF GRUNTING)

Bastard.

This bastard is mine.

Fire!

Sharpe, leave him. Sharpe, leave him.

(MEN SCREAMING)

I told you to leave him.

This is the bastard
who set us up for a flogging, sir.

I don't care! Keep him alive. He may prove useful.

(MEN CHATTERING IN HIN DI)

General Simmerson was told of the request.

So where were the reinforcements, Colonel?
Why didn't they come?

(MEN CHATTERING IN HIN DI)

Well, McRae, is it done?

I regret to report, sir,
that our attack has been repulsed,

with heavy losses.

Well, I always said a night attack was folly.

We'll clear the tope in the morning.

I understand, Sir Henry,

that you have late sent a rider to Agra
for reinforcements and further orders.

-General Burroughs, sir.
-I think it would be well,

if you took yourself after him
to see how the request progresses.

My place is here, sir, at your side,

lest the ague ever take you again.

I had thought, Sir Henry,
to spare you further ignominy.

But since you are determined to prove

as dull-witted and thick-skinned
as a hippopotamus, let me speak plainly.

I have no wish to die
beside such a bloody fool as you.

Hie, sir.

Hence, sir.

Get you hence!

Took Bickerstaff prisoner,

along with a dozen more of our lads.

Our only hope is that the bastard dies,

or else that you've rattled his brains to shite.

'Cause he'll sell us out,
certain sure, first chance he gets.

I know. It's a right bloody mess.

-Arrack.
-Simmerson's attack failed.

Khande Rao's men still hold the woods.

And Gudin's recommending me a medal
for my part in the victory.

Oh, well! It wasn't an entirely
unprofitable evening then.

-Gone?
-MOHAN: I've covered the entire grounds, sir.

Apart from those killed in last night's action

the tope's completely free from enemy forces.

Major Stokes, be pleased to bring your cannon up
and begin work against the western ramparts.

Aye. Very good, sir.

(WOMAN SINGING IN HIN DI)

(EXPLOSIONS)

They've sent in more guards to watch the mine.

How long do you think the outer wall will hold?

It's not meant to hold.

It's meant to come down.

God knows, there's nothing more appealing
to a besieging army than a great, bloody breach.

Except once our lads get through it,
the only place they can go is down that alleyway.

Aye, and Dodd will be waiting to blow the mine.

That alleyway is a bloody killing ground.

It's long enough and wide enough
to wipe out half our bloody army.

You're gonna have to do what I couldn't, Pat.

You have to get word back to Simmerson.
Tell him to beware the west.

Yeah, that's all well and good,
but the gates are closed.

Well, we'll have to bloody open them again,
won't we? Come on.

(SHOUTING)

English prisoners, your king and general
have betrayed you.

They sent you to plunder the riches of a land
that does not belong to you.

For that, you will have your reward.

Colonel Gudin, for mercy.

Cannot you do something to help these men?

(PLEADING IN HIN DI)

They are soldiers, like yourself.

(SNAPPING)

(SPEAKING IN FRENCH)

No! Wait!

I know who the traitors are in here, I know!

Oh, get these bastards off of me!

BICKERSTAFF: Listen, do you wanna listen?

There's a traitor in your ranks, a British officer.

DODD: Wait.

Wait.

What do you mean, "a British officer"?

A colonel, he is.

The army said he went back to Agra,
but he didn't, did he?

'Cause he's here.

Because I saw him last night with my own eyes.

Dressed in a frock like them.

Who did you see? Give me his name.

I'll tell you, if you promise to save my life, sir.

His name!

That's better.

You look like a real bloody soldier again.

Well, at least we won't get shot by our own side.

-You ready?
-Yeah.

Right, let's do it.

GUDIN: Did you think to be leaving us,
gentlemen?

You really must learn to decide
whose side you are on,

Colonel Sharpe.

DODD: That's enough. Get him up.

Get him up!

I trusted you.

More bloody fool you, then.

DODD: Take him to the dungeon.

-Aren't you gonna kill us?
-Of course I'm gonna bloody kill you.

Just not yet.

You thought you were better than me.

But you underestimated William Dodd,
didn't you?

Just like all those other
bloody British officers born to privilege.

Or born to the gutter, Dodd.

I'm like every other gutter bastard.

Another shit that belongs there.

Really?

Well, know this, your army
is gonna be utterly destroyed.

And I want you to see them annihilated.

I want you to see that, Sharpe.
Then I'm gonna kill you.

Highness.

You have been kind, and I'm grateful for that.

But I beg you speak me no further words
of kindness or comfort.

All is lost.

With Colonel Sharpe went the last of hope.

General Dodd has laid a trap
for your father's army.

A great mine is hidden by the western gate
which will kill many British soldiers.

That is so?

Mad ame, I have cause for tears,
but I can think of none for yours.

You ask me for why I weep?

I weep because when your army is defeated,

General Dodd and the witch Madhuvanthi
will murder my brother.

-Then we are both undone.
-Perhaps not.

If I went to your father,
and warned him against the mine?

You would do this?

I should sooner see my brother alive
under British rule

than dead at a renegade's hand.

Highness, for all your courage, you run the risk

that my father will neither receive you,
nor believe what you have to tell him.

Which is why I have come.

I thought, if I could offer him
some sacred words, or a memory,

as a token of the trust which exists between us,

then perhaps he would not so quickly
turn me away.

I cannot fault your reasoning, Highness.

Indeed you give me hope beyond hope.

Though one in my condition dare not dream of it.

(PEOPLE CHATTERING)

Now then, missy.

Where might you be going?

What possible reason could you have
for leaving Ferraghur on the eve of battle?

Mmm?

Answer me directly.

We shall see if a flogging cannot encourage
that pretty tongue of yours to sing.

You would not dare raise a hand
against a princess of the blood.

When my brother hears of this...

Alas.

I fear His Highness has seen his last sunset.

(MEN CH EERING)

My God, an inner wall.

BURROUGHS: Recent-built by the look of it.

Can it be breached, Stokes?

Fresh clay, sir.

Neither my guns nor Joshua's trumpets
will put a tumble to it.

Then we must ignore it
and concentrate on the outer wall.

Capture the battlements
and we will command the fort.

Colonel McRae,

have the forlorn hope stand ready to advance
upon my order.

Aye, sir. I'll see it done.

(MAN SINGING SOULFUL SONG)

There you go, son.

It's my first cigar, sir.

When you come back, find me
and we'll have one together.

-Do your duty, lad.
-Whenever you say, sir.

Forlorn hope, stand to!

Forlorn hope will advance!

Forward march!

May God keep you.

Sergeant Bickerstaff,

I promised the British spies a spectacle.

Have his Highness'sjetti
fetch them up from the dungeon.

Very good, sir.

May I say I am grateful to you, sir,

for giving me this chance to prove meself.

You've proven yourself already.

As model of self-interest, I confess
you put even my own ambitions to shame.

Sir.

(MEN SHOUTING)

What are you doing?

Forlorn hope onward!

HARPER: Oh, God almighty.

Out of the frying pan...

It's just not our bloody night, Pat.

Oh, come on now, lads. Three to one?

That's hardly fair odds, now is it?

They don't want fair odds though, do they?

Eh, Shadrach?

It's a bloody contest.

Come on, Pat.

Come on, let's show these buggers.

Sharpe!

Kill him. Kill him!

Eh bien, les gars, it seems you've chosen
another form of suicide, pas vrai?

-What's this?
-Une belle alliance, non?

You'll be needing this, I think.

-Colonel Gudin.
-Don't look so surprised.

There must be rules, no? Even in war.

My sword is yours to command.

Glad to have you, Colonel. Find Celia Burroughs.

Keep her safe.
And get her out of Ferraghur if you can.

-GUDIN: And yourself?
-We've got a bloody army to save.

Bonne chance.

(MEN SHOUTING)

Sharpe and Harper have escaped.

The French are helping them.

-They've betrayed us.
-Highness, it's of little consequence.

(MAN SCREAMING IN HIN DI)

(CELIA SOBBING)

Bonsoir, madame.
I come here in Sharpe's confidence.

Only it's Shadrach Bickerstaff's.

(LAUGHING)

(SOBBING)

(BICKERSTAFF SINGING IN FRENCH)

Oh, Colonel.

The fortunes of war, mad ame.

(PEOPLE SCREAMING)

(MEN SHOUTING)

(MEN SCREAMING)

Cease fire! Cease fire!

Let them come on.

-Sir, they're falling back, sir.
-Come on!

Is that it?

Don't think so.

Wait for it.

Oh, shite.

-Christ, God.
-It was too soon.

They blew it too soon.

Who gave the order to blow the mine?

Who?

On your feet, troops. Forward!

Now's the time, lads!

Forward!

We must go. We must go now!

Forward!

(COUGHING)

Harper? Oh, no.

No, no, Pat!

Pat?

Pat!

Is it done?

It's done.

God.

You're gonna be all right. It's our lads now.

Where are you going?

I've got an account that wants settling.

(MEN SHOUTING)

Well, I'm the Rajah of Ferraghur.

Why do you not strike?

Do you not hear me?

I am the Rajah of Ferraghur.

You are a child.

And I am not a murderer.

Get the boy out of here, sir.

(GUN FIRING)

(SCREAMING)

Well then, paddy?

Where was we?

Say hello to Mr Mack.

Quickly! Pick it up!

-You must take me with you.
-Why? You mean nothing to me.

And love, William?

(SCOFFING)

Love? For a whore?

(GRUNTING)

Come back! Come back, damn it!

Lieutenant Dodd.

So it's come down to this.

For all your dreams of kingship,

you're naught but a common thief.

You were the same at Chasalgaon,

only there it were peer chests.

Now it's the royal treasury.

What the hell do you know of Chasalgaon?

Oh, I know all about Chasalgaon,
Lieutenant Dodd.

By God, I should do.

-For I were there.
-I left not a man alive.

You left one.

A red-coat sergeant.

I shan't make the same mistake again.

Well, you've got your throne.

How does it feel, Your Majesty?

(GRUNTING)

Pat!

Mohan Singh.

I'm sorry to take my leave of you
so soon, Colonel.

I should have liked to know you better.

So you shall. You just rest easy.

It's perfectly all right, Colonel.

I am unafraid.

This is not my first death,
and nor will it be my last.

We keep coming back, you know.

Aye, I know.

Before I go though, Colonel,

I should like to beg your forgiveness

for my earlier discourtesy.

I remember nothing.

When we met, I called you my enemy's enemy.

A necessary evil.

-It's just words.
-Words,

poorly chosen.

It was wrong on my part.

And I hope...

I hope that we might part now in friendship.

We do, and to my mind,

we've never been anything else.

Papa!

Richard.

You are leaving us, Colonel Sharpe?

Aye, ma'am.

Princess Lalima tells me she hoped
you might be persuaded to stay on

to oversee the retraining of her father's soldiers.

Had you not heard?

Khande Rao is to be awarded a Company pension.

And a jagirof Pindari lands in perpetuity.

And what does the Company get
by way of a return for its investment?

The Rajah's signature on a new peace treaty

and some 5000 of his troops
requisitioned to the 3rd Army.

There's me thinking

for once all that blood were about
something more than making rich men richer.

How might General Sharpe sound?

No disrespect to your father, ma'am,

but I think this place
has seen enough generals for a while.

Is there nothing one might say
that could induce you to remain?

I came to India to find a friend.

That's all my mission ever was.

-Now I've done that so...
-BURROUGHS: Celia.

Let's not keep the General waiting, ma'am.

They don't care much for it.

Goodbye, Richard, and Godspeed.

Well, are we out of here or what?

Yeah, we're away.

-Let's go.
-Let's go.