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Draw...

swords.

11th Hussars present and ready
for your inspection, my lord.

I do not propose to recount my
life in any detail what is what.

No damn business of
anyone what is what.

I am Lord Cardigan. That is what.

Them Cherrybums, you see them
tight, I keep them tight.

10,000 a year out of my own
pocket I spend to clothe them.

A master cutler
sharps their swords,

and I keep them tight-stitched...

cut to a shadow. Good.

If they can't fornicate,
they can't fight...

and if they don't fight hard,
I'll flog their backs raw...

for all their fine looks.

Nolan. It's Nolan.

There. Lewis.

Nolan.

He's seen us.

I've not seen him for years, and
yet it will be like yesterday.

I hope I can love him as you do.

Dear friend.

- This is Clarissa?
- This is my dear Clarissa.

I've landed two days. We
were handed letters at Aden.

You do scribble a lot, William.
Still, dear friend, I'm here.

I am gazetted to the 11th
Hussars, you know that.

My brother is to join the
11th Hussars, Captain Nolan.

I'm playing the spy in Mufti.

I've not joined yet, so I took the

opportunity of a
spy's eye at them.

Are they good, William?

They look good. Cardigan
has them looking good.

Yes, the mounts do look
pretty dressed up.

Still...

it is good to see you both,
and here of all places.

It is good.

England is looking well.

- Fanny.
- Clarissa.

Ladies and gentlemen,
I am sure you will

all be very glad
to join with me...

in wishing the young
couple long life...

happiness, and all that
they wish themselves.

Hear, hear.

The bride and bridegroom.

Young men of London, fall
in and follow me, boys.

If you would not be starved
by cruel masters...

if you would not
be ruled by anyone

except the Queen, God bless her...

but who do have the urge to seek
wealth, fine clothes, and glory...

you can do no better
than to enlist...

for the 11th Regiment of Hussars.

Culloden. Flanders.
Salamanca. Waterloo.

An escort to Prince Albert on
the occasion of his wedding...

after which he called us
his own. God bless him.

Our dress is bright and warm.

Our mounts is mastered
and mannered,

gentle in ride and calm in battle.

Our officers just whisper.

They being of the
opinion, like myself...

that more can be done glorious
by leading from the front...

than can ever be brought off by
prods up the arse from the rear.

Hold your head up, sir.

I believe you would look a
rare treat in stable dress.

- Are you respectable?
- I've often thought of enlisting.

I thought you had, by the
fine way you carry yourself.

I'm a bad character,
just out of jail.

In that case, you've already
served Her Majesty.

Lord Cardigan's
Cherrybums, follow me.

Keep yourselves clean,
that's important.

You'll never want for money,
and the glitter of a Hussar...

is something I've seen the gay
ladies pearling their eyes after.

Be obedient, be clean.

What is a pitfall is drink.

That will not concern
me, for I do not drink.

What will concern you
is, you'll never

speak to an officer
in that manner again.

Attention.

Scrub the scum clean.

Old Swaddy will settle you into

your troop, show
you the way of it.

Bossing your kit and being clean.

Right, strip off.

- What is the condition of them?
- They're all wobbly-boned.

Recruits in England are
mostly wobbly and bad-formed.

There is no such thing
as a wobbly officer.

What you sergeants never
seem to understand...

is the state of responsibility
that an officer is in.

They worry. They
hardly never wobble.

There is no place happier
than a cavalry mess.

If one is a stupid,
inconsiderate and lazy man...

one can fit as a round peg
into a snug round hole.

At times I am so
pent up with their

languor I could grab
of two of them...

and bang their noddles together
till their doodles drop off.

I'm Codrington. I've come to join.

- Come to join, young fellow?
- Yes. Fond of riding are you?

- He's as green as grass.
- Or soon will be.

A fine growed-up fellow,
though, with very neat feet.

Rupert.

You're a madman, sir.

And you are on your arse, sir.

I'm thirsty.

It's the salt from the mutton.

- Have you got no money?
- I have none.

- In your clothes.
- It was...

- I did have money in my clothes.
- Did you?

I'm out for a wet, a drop of beer.

Pongelow is the
drink, they call it.

"How do you think I paid her? I
met her in the barracks yard...

and gently down I laid her."

Private Metcalfe, for the
wives. Get back in there.

Lady Scarlett is giving a ball.

- Captain Nolan.
- Lewis, how do you do?

Clarissa, Mrs. Morris, it is
wonderful to have you back...

you both back, it is
wonderful. Come on.

I danced as a boy on
the eve of Waterloo.

- There was a war.
- That was a war.

I don't think I belong, Duberly.

I'm sure I do. Oh,
I'm sure you do.

I'm more a scientific poet.

- Scarlett.
- My lord.

All this swish and tit
gets me sniffing nose up.

I shall have to fetch
it off tonight, Squire.

Had me Cherrybums out today,
always makes me randified.

Duberly says he is despised by his
officers and feared by his men.

Duberly says the 11th have
become a laughing stock...

for the shortness of their jackets

and the tightness
of their britches.

He says it is wicked, he commands

over the heads of
gifted officers...

when he is such a blockhead.

They tell me that her pitcher
has been too often to the well.

Duberly says I must stop
looking at Lord Cardigan...

as if I want to be ridden by him.

Duberly says he has
left his wife...

and is the most notorious
casual person with women...

immoral and licentious.

I want to dance with Lord Cardigan

more than anything
else in the world.

Is he not the very picture
of the finest Englishman?

Has he not an exquisite head?

I've just been introduced to
Squire De Burgh, charming fellow.

I believe the next is a gallop.

I believe it is. I don't
have a programme.

I don't gallop very
well with ladies

indoors, but may I
have the honour?

- I shall be pleased.
- Excuse us.

You have a clever officer
in Nolan, Lord Cardigan.

He has written a
book, which is not

a diary but of a
scientific nature.

- To do with soldiering.
- What, some damn novelist?

I do envy soldiers' way.

What it must be to
hunt one day and

fight the next. Is war terrible?

It is the stuff. It is the
stuff we're all hoping for.

Soldiers do, Fanny, those that are
waiting to use their talents.

What is most a talented officer
should have? Courage and dash?

Some of that. A soldier should
have some courage, of course.

Most of all, to
know what is right.

Judgement, a feeling for decision.

A cavalry officer depends
on the strike in his eye.

When and where to use it.

Comradeship. How high is that
regarded in military things?

High. But true comrades are rare,

like the truly
loving wife is rare.

William has talked
of you constantly.

I shall tell him to stop.

He says you are the finest
horseman in England.

Does he say I'm the
finest dancer? I'm not.

He goes further than that. He
says, probably in Europe, also.

He exaggerates. William
is indeed fortunate.

Are you happy to be
a soldier's wife?

Should soldiers have
wives, Captain Nolan?

William should.

That's the Duke of
Wellington's statue.

It was subscribed for
by the whole nation,

and now they don't
know where to put it.

There is great concern.

- He was a fine soldier.
- So are you, I am told.

I learned from a friend
that you have a system.

I'd like to write an article
on you for the Times.

Come on, now.

That is Cardigan's system.

A shilling a man it costs
him. Can you beat that?

He reckons to train
up a troop horse

in less than 14 days,
is his system.

- Captain Nolan.
- And his system.

I am not one of your new lights
with tea and a Bible canteen.

It is not a revelation.

Both of you have plenty of it.

You, dear friend, I know, and
you, Russell, I am sure.

It is, in a word, kindliness.

How are you today, my beauty?

She's very well,
sir. Thank you, sir.

Pridmore. Dismount.

Prepare to mount. Mount.

Move like a Highgate whore, put
some spring into your back.

You'll not learn nothing
from watching this...

but I should stay watching.

I want you, what your
name is, on the right.

Your name, on the right. Do
you not know your right?

You, on the right. Where
I'm pointing now.

You. I want you to
watch this blade...

for should it waver, slice it
down fairly through my head...

as hard as you can. Face front.

You've got no hooks on.
Sergeant, on the left.

Hooks is spurs.

- Name?
- Metcalfe.

You will wear your
hooks at all times.

Sergeant Smith, what he is
doing, don't look down...

is marking you right from left.

He can read, so he knows
his left from right.

What you've got there
is a new foot...

an army foot you've
never had before.

It's like a foreign
language to them.

They don't know any
direction, back or front.

They'll never find
their front when

there isn't a black face to it.

I always tell them, they'll
know their front...

from the many black nigger
faces waving knives at them.

What we will do now
is finding left.

Try it.

Try straw foot forward.

That officer...

Captain Nolan, my lord.

Does that black
savage belong to him?

Captain Nolan has served in India
and has an Indian servant.

That's no excuse.

Who are you, sir?

I am Captain William Morris
of the 17th Lancers.

Are you another of
these damned Indians?

He is an old...

India?

Don't tell me of India,
you and your black rogue.

No use rubbing under it.

Officers who have
served in India...

are considered less worth than
those who purchase their way...

from one regiment to another.

It is, Nolan, at Kaffirs and
savages you have put your men...

which is something more
than a round of drills.

You Indians are the only officers
who led your men in war.

Listen, a linnet.

It is good to have you with us.

When you were away, you were in
my thoughts every day. Wasn't he?

You were, indeed.

- You are both good friends now.
- William is very happy.

I am.

We all are.

He does love you dearly.

Are we now to become
horse marines?

We are.

♪ For thy smile would
make a summer ♪

♪ Where darkness else would be ♪

♪ For thy smile could
make a summer ♪

♪ Where darkness else would be ♪

One, two, three, four.

Who gave you permission
to dismount? One, two...

three, four.

Sahib mighty good
horsemen, both Sahibs.

You're all a-bleeding-sleep.
Left leg over.

Do you have a hunter for
rides in the morning?

I am fond of riding.

Warsham. Bring our
new friend, Newboy.

Now, this is a thoroughly
useful animal.

Brother.

You stupid, drunken cad.

You've nothing but
a queer upbringing

amongst cattle and bad practise.

- Rupert.
- All right.

Damn you, if you want
to get shot off.

Gently.

Steady now.

Walk on, now.

Trot on.

Gently.

Xenephon's words should be
painted on every stable end:

"Horses are not taught by
harshness but by gentleness."

For classical officers
like Mogg here...

the inscription should,
of course, be in Greek.

- Mogg.
- Sir.

I will not have an officer of mine
shown up by an Indian wretch.

He made a monkey of you, sir.

- That man.
- Sir.

That man has not
watered his horse.

Tell him to water his mount...

straight off before the bridle is

off so that he cools
off. Tell him.

Tell him I shall take orders
from a man, not a monkey.

♪ For those that wander ♪

♪ They know not where ♪

♪ Full of trouble
and full of care ♪

♪ To stay at home ♪

♪ To stay at home is best ♪

Oh. I daresay, yes, for
a soldier, some song.

You'll have to find
an appointment out of

reach of Lord Cardigan
and his regiment.

He is a dangerous man. He will see
you broken, it's his practise.

- It is a fine regiment.
- Yes, it is a fine regiment.

Fanny, hello. I promised to
help her school her bob.

You must be aware of
my regard for you.

Yes, of course. It would be an
offence between us if I denied it.

Looking everywhere.

- Clarissa, I...
- You won't go.

No, please pay me no
attention. It would

hurt William if you were to leave.

Come here.

I don't say it lightly or easily.

Not look.

Not hear. It is not
easy, Clarissa.

No.

It is the Lordship's
command that only

champagne be served
in the mess tonight.

Are you cosseted, young man?

I have your orders, my lord...

to be here and eat lettuce.

I am eating lettuce. I
have eaten lettuce.

What it tells, my lord, is
that as youngest officer...

you will expect him to eat as
a rabbit does, only lettuce.

It is signed by you, my lord.

So green, boy, you
have been drawn.

Not my order, you
should eat lettuce...

though perhaps it will put
some sap in your pizzle.

Does this tomfoolery
make officers?

Perhaps, but it makes comrades.

Do you think we could
have some Moselle, Nolan?

Of course. A bottle
of Moselle, please.

Thank you.

We always depend upon being
seen to do our duty.

I know if I'm up to
something glorious

in the field, I insist
upon being seen.

There ain't much point, otherwise.

What colour is the Russian enemy?

Sneaky colour.

Grey. Your Russian is grey, which
is why he can't be seen...

which is why his
promotion is slow.

There ain't one above a
corporal in the whole lot...

which is why we will cut 'em up.

With a little breeding, an

Englishman can buy
his advancement.

He and I are not able
to buy our advancement.

We've had to obtain
it by our abilities.

No use decanting it. You
can leave it on the table.

Thank you.

Couleur de Noir.

You are drinking beer,
sir, porter beer.

- No, my lord.
- Yes.

- No.
- See it.

No, my lord.

Don't you "no" me. That
is a black bottle.

I assure you, my lord.

That is a black bottle, and you
are drinking porter from it.

Champagne only.

In point of fact, I
asked Captain Nolan...

- You knew that.
- I am not aware.

I am aware you are drinking
porter at my table.

Sit down, Captain Nolan.

Sit down, Featherstonhaugh.

What his Lordship said was that
champagne only would be drunk...

in the mess tonight.
What he said...

it is not porter, it
is Moselle, my lord.

Apologise.

If I am in error...

Error? Don't quibble
with me, sir. Beer.

I will not have beer drunk in
my mess. Come back, Nolan.

Nolan, you will not
leave the mess. Dog.

Devil upstart.

Impertinent Indian dog devil.

As President of the
Mess Committee,

what Cardigan would
have me say is...

you are guilty of
disorderly behaviour.

What you should consider
in the future...

is that the mess
should be conducted

like a gentleman's table...

not a common ale house
with black bottles.

That is an offensive
thing to have to say...

to have said, one
officer to another,

in front of brother officers.

Do you not know that,
unlike a farmer,

a gentleman decants his Moselle?

He doesn't drink it like beer.

If you cannot behave
like a gentleman,

you are to leave the regiment.

Will you shake hands with me, sir?

- There is no quarrel between us.
- You will.

I will not, my lord.

You flagrantly
insult this officer.

No insult is intended
to this officer.

Shake hands, damn you.
You shall be arrested.

Why shall I be arrested?

I shall have you arrested.
You are arrested.

Go to your quarters,
sir, and be arrested.

Have you seen the Times
this morning, Raglan?

I have seen the Times, Airey.

"Black bottle."

I'm very worried about the British

army when it gets
into the newspapers.

Whatever Lord Cardigan does is
public news within an hour.

- It is unfitting.
- "Black bottle."

What?

What is shouted at him
when he goes out?

It do bring the army up
for snooks, you know.

Vulgar things.

Shouldn't say these vulgar
things at him, Airey.

But what can we do?

Where are they going to
put that statue, Airey?

It can't stay there, to
be enjoyed by me alone.

They won't leave it there. They
don't know where to put it.

It's very much in my light
for paperwork, Airey.

I wish they'd take it away.

You and I are always
of the custom,

when in difficulty,
to ask ourselves...

how the great Duke
would have acted

and decided in similar
circumstances.

We are. I am. I will.

He was surely right that
when there is danger...

it is the persons
with a stake in the

country, land, position, wealth...

that are best able to
able to defend it.

I am an old man, Airey...

and I've only got one arm
to fight the war with.

It won't be enough.

Duberly says it's going to be war.

He says the Russians will fight...

and the Prime Minister
is faced towards

peace, but carried towards war.

Duberly says I can
go with the army.

I can go, Duberly says, as a wife,
which I am. Isn't it exciting?

- William wants to go.
- Soldiers will.

"Answer me to what I ask you."

"Pour in sow's blood, that
hath eaten her nine farrow."

"Come, high or low.

"Thyself and office deftly show."

"He knows thy thought.

"Hear his speech, but
say thou nought.

"Macbeth. Macbeth. Macbeth.

"Beware Macduff."

Lewis is arrested over
the black bottle.

It is sure. He is under arrest.

- Nolan?
- It may be the end of his career.

- Mr. De Burgh, how do you do?
- Without you, sir.

Being under arrest,
is it certainly the

finish of his career as a soldier?

It is serious. It is a serious
thing for an officer.

There's Lord Cardigan. Late for
the play. Going to the war.

Black bottles.

Shall we go and boo him?

Black bottles.

Sit still before I hit you, girl.

I'll form a picket.
Come on, Henry.

Present me as a picket
come to get the

black bottle from
the horse's mouth.

What black bottle?

My wife, Mrs. Duberly.

She's been enquiring
after Captain Nolan.

Under arrest, that man. I
have placed him under arrest.

Indeed, my lord. On what crime?

Failing to behave like a gentleman
and turning the mess...

into a disorderly house
with black bottles.

We must go, Clarissa.

I'll find out about Nolan.
Duberly never tells me anything.

Company, attention.

- Sergeant Major.
- Sir.

Is he shaping?

I would put him forward
as a good clean man.

Could he take the trumpet?

That will be a good step for him.

Good. Something for
you, Sergeant Major.

Carry on polishing, men.

- Sergeant Major.
- Sir.

I want a report of
any conversation

Captain Nolan has
with other officers.

You are to take note
of whatever he might

say and bring the
information to me.

- I shall spy, my lord?
- You shall.

My lord...

To be asked to take up the spy...

I am much distressed to be
asked such a thing, my lord.

After 20 years of coming
up from private trooper...

and keeping off the pongelow...

not a drop since corporal.

I shall inform Captain Nolan.
I can hardly do other.

Sergeant Major, it
is better that you

take a ball and put
it in your own brain.

You are finished now, as if
you had not ever been made.

What a waste.

Your duties.

Main guard present
and correct, sir.

Stable guard present
and correct, sir.

Number 1 squadron, present
and correct, sir.

Straw foot, right foot.

Staff parade. Ready, present
for inspection, sir.

Is he drunk?

- Sergeant Major.
- Yes.

This is all according
to the articles of war.

I was drunk at my post. It is
not my place to criticise.

But it will have a grave effect on
the non-commissioned officers...

for it will show there
is a slender thread.

One slip, and a soldier
is deprived...

of what has taken years of
steady effort to obtain.

- Permission to carry on, sir.
- Farriers, do your duty.

One...

two...

three...

four...

five...

six...

seven...

eight...

nine...

ten...

eleven...

- Stand still and be quiet.
- Thirteen...

fourteen...

Always one or two of
your younger tyro

officers brings up or flops over.

Faints away like lily at bedtime.

The time should be past
when such treatment

is inflicted on a British soldier.

They will not fight unless
they are flogged to it.

Would you ask that of them?

Would you ask they fight like
fiends of hell for money or ideas?

That would be unchristian.

Forty nine...

fifty.

Punishment completed, sir.

Unfasten.

What will you do now,
Sergeant Major? I

doubt if he'll have
a pension now...

and that worries me.

I shall continue in the
service, though no pension.

Shall you enlist as a private
in some other regiment...

and hope to make your rank again?

I shall, sir. I am too
humbled to stay in the 11th.

It is humbling. I have
had some humbling.

You can't avoid it.

There is no making
without breaking.

- My lord, I must protest.
- Nolan, we don't flog officers.

Am I still under arrest, my lord?

You would prefer that
you are released?

I do not wish to be released from

arrest. I wish for
a court-martial...

that I may state some
things of how you

asked my fellow
officers to spy on me.

You lie, sir. It is you who spy.

Are spying up against me.

You shirk your duties, sir.

I can hardly shirk my duties if I

am not under command,
but arrested.

You lying scoundrel. Indian rogue.

You will not have a court-martial.

You were born dishonoured and a
lie, and you will die in lies.

Come back here. I have
not finished with you.

Try not to hit him, Nolan.
We must remember our rank.

You blackguard, what
do you whisper?

I am ashamed that
you are not polite

to our rank. We are
your own officers.

Officer? Paymaster Duberly.

That ain't a rank, it's a trade.

One day, there will
be an army where

troopers need not be
forced to fight...

by floggings and hard reins.

An army...

a Christian army, that fights

because it is paid
well to fight...

and fights well because its women
and children are cared for...

an army that is efficient and
of a professional feather.

I must fight for such an army.

Dear friend.

That army will bring the
first of the modern wars...

and the last of the gallop.

- It does look like war.
- Does it?

I do think the French have been
asking for it for some time...

ever since they had my arm.

But it won't be the French
this time, will it?

Won't it be the French?

I've got a map somewhere
of who it ought to be.

Will you see Captain
Nolan, 11th Hussars?

Yes.

Well, it might be the French,
it might always be the French.

I knew it would be.

Nolan, Captain Nolan, sir.

- Have you got a map?
- My lord, may I ask...

Speak up, he's a
bit deaf when he's

thinking, and that
statue doesn't help.

My lord.

You're the chap. You've been
shouting at Lord Cardigan.

Calling him things.

You've put the army
in the newspapers.

My lord, I request the privilege
of being granted a court-martial.

Perhaps they could put it over
one of the new railway stations.

Court-martial? My
dear Captain Nolan.

Well, what can we do about it?

You're becoming a laughing
stock, gentlemen.

You're appearing far too
frequently in the newspapers.

In the case of Captain
Nolan, now...

Lord Raglan refuses his request
for a court-martial...

that it might be
prejudicial to the good

of the service and
cause public disquiet.

- Gen. Airey, I...
- If you persist in this matter...

you will forfeit the
sympathy of every

officer of rank in the service.

As for the conduct
of Lord Cardigan...

Lord Raglan expects
that in the future his

lordship will exercise
the forbearance...

and discretion befitting an
officer and a gentleman.

We are being taken towards
war by popular fervour.

There is no reason
for war, there is

no real understanding
of the issues...

because there are hardly
any issues involved.

Let us not pretend that Christian
England can find common ground...

with infidel Turkey
against Christian Russia.

"Blessed are the
peacemakers, for they

shall be called the
children of God."

Restrain yourselves,
my friends. Peace.

Peace, my brethren.

Restrain yourselves, my friends.

- So excited.
- Yes.

Everybody is so excited.

I'm not excited. Is it such
an exciting thing to do?

Yes, it is the most exciting
thing in the world.

Perhaps there is no other life
for a man, is there, Lewis?

No, there is not.

How sad.

- Why sad?
- Because it all ends in death.

I will not have you
thinking of death.

No.

I don't know what has
made me think of death.

War has made her think of death.

I do believe it has. Dear
Clarissa, it is inevitable.

Until such savages
are sufficiently

civilised to understand...

and abide by decisions
arrived at by arbitration...

we will have, we must have, war.

Yes.

Now, I feel I should propose a
toast or something of the kind.

- I'm not sure what.
- Not the Crimea.

No.

Lewis, what about you?
Your new appointment.

No.

No?

The three of us.

To the three of us.

Lewis.

- I am with child.
- You are. I didn't know.

William has been
longing to tell you.

I am so unhappy.

No. You should both of you be
happy. It is a happy thing.

I beg you not to entertain
any thoughts other than...

They're there, Lewis,
like unwelcome guests.

No, not unwelcome, welcome.

Please take my hand.

I long for it to be yours.

My dear, I must join William.

It is some madness in you
that has infected us all.

I shall not be the same from
knowing you, nor William either.

When you are with him, there...

Remember, my heart is...

- Lord Lucan.
- Good afternoon, gentlemen.

Don't treat me as
if I was a child,

sir. Sevastopol... Now what is it?

- Lord Lucan.
- Lord Raglan.

Good, good. We have some things.

Do I get command?

You?

Control of the Mediterranean.

That's what the
Czar's at, and then

afterwards India, and
he will have war.

The Duke of Wellington always
thought of you highly...

- found you very qualified, Lucan.
- He is.

That is fact. To do it stylish
and sicken the Czar...

we are to put Sevastopol to the
flames, and that is our intention.

Is there something for
Scarlett to have?

I think Scarlett
should have something.

I'll tell him he'll
have something,

but you don't know what.

I do know what.

Am I to have the
army, or am I not?

Not. I have the army. I will
command the expedition myself.

Of course you will. I would.

It is my earnest
hope that you will

consent to assume
command of the cavalry.

Very well.

What is Scarlett to have, Airey?

Scarlett will have
the Heavy Brigade

and Lord Cardigan,
the Light Brigade.

Cardigan? The Light Brigade?

That damned never-out
brother-in-law of mine.

You threaten me with Cardigan?

I'll not have him
or his red-shanked

ridgebacks under my command.

I'll not command him.

Captain Nolan's
reporting, sir, though

his regiment is
about to sharpen...

I have persuaded him there is
duty and honour for him with us.

I'm sure you will see that
there is much to be gained...

by an amicable settlement
of any difference...

between you and Lord Cardigan,
for the good of your country.

Then make it known to
that empty-headed muff

of a brother of mine,
that Brudenell...

that I command the cavalry,
and I command him.

Tell the fool, in simple
manner that he'll

understand, he is
under my command.

Of course.

You've got Sevastopol.

I don't want any
damned Sevastopol.

But I was shown it on the map.

I told you. No damned Sevastopol.

Sir Colin Campbell,
Highland Brigade.

Gen. Scarlett, Heavy Brigade.

Sir Richard England,
Third Infantry division.

Sir John Burgoyne,
Superintendent Royal Engineers.

I came to be offered a command.
Not serve under that fool, Lucan.

I knew...

the moment I saw his
biscuit face sopping

up wet around the horse guards...

he'd be here, starting
his wheedling.

I'm sure that after a little
while, Lord Cardigan...

you may be persuaded such an
arrangement may be made to work.

After all, you will have the
Light Brigade. Dash and fire?

Yes, Cardigan, you'll
have the Light

Brigade. Dash and fire it is.

Lucan couldn't make himself fit to
command a tent. Command an escort.

Not fit to command a troop of

knackered tailors
on stubbed donkeys.

Airey, those two, don't
let them sit together.

We must do what we can
to keep them apart.

Things are serious and
they are silly in ways.

- My lord.
- Lord Raglan.

Sit down, gentlemen.

War. This is war, gentlemen.

Our passage to India
is threatened,

I should think. Wouldn't you?

The honour, the reputation, the
glory of England is threatened...

and the Queen's majesty is
sure to be threatened, she is.

If poor, brave, weak little,
sick little Turkey...

"The sick man of Europe."

Yes, though I prefer
to consider her

as a young lady,
hands up, flutter...

defenceless. If she should
fall to the tyrant...

if the Turks go down
like cards, flip-flop...

then next up our own Solent...

and our own Queen, will come the
Russians, ships and guns...

to rip our country into shame.

The Russians. The Russians.

The Russians. The
Russians. The Russians.

Poor little Turkey.

Poor little Turkey.

Attention for Mr. Cornet
Codrington, the orderly officer.

Me darling soldier, wait
till I kiss you clean.

Are they winking at you, sir?

Permission to speak, sir.

Mrs. Mitchell, sir.

Are all the wives going, sir,
or just a few? I'm strong, sir.

And so am I.

I can't say. I really can't say.

One in six, sir.

One in six?

You look tremendous.

This is the beginning of a very
long test, my dear William.

I see you have your
cattle slung aboard.

I must watch for old Treasurer,
that he is handled gently.

I have a letter of importance for

you, but orders are
not to be read...

until we up anchor. Impressed
on me, from Clarissa.

Where's Lord Cardigan?

Get into line, Lord Cardigan.

Light Brigade, with me.

What?

Trooper.

Pull those ropes faster.

Soldier.

Tomorrow, Calamita
Bay. Is it aptly

named, do you think, William?

I know you worry
about my rheumatism.

It is gone, almost gone.

- I wish I could come with you.
- We're going to swim and things.

But Henry, I can swim.

When we're settled, I'll see
that you're rowed ashore.

Dear husband, kiss.

Dear wife, kiss.

I do urge you to
keep your headgear.

It's your only protection
against the sun.

There, my lord, is
a cool customer.

Where do you think you're
going, Lord Cardigan?

- I'm ordered up.
- By whom?

I receive orders from Lord Raglan.

You do not receive
orders from Lord Raglan.

In which case, who did
I receive orders from?

The Czar's left tit?

Are you ordered up?

I'm going up, ain't I? If I'm up,
I must have been ordered up. Up.

When you get ordered-up orders,
you tell me about them.

I command here, sir.

I command you, sir.

At least I thought this petty
bickering must cease...

now we're in shot of the enemy.

Let us show that in spite of the

mistakes and stupidity
of those that...

are set above us, we can
still gain some glory?

I'm sure we can, Lewis.

Such glum faces. Friends,
it is going well for us.

Don't come too close, Lewis.

It's cholera, my lord. Eleven men
have died, and there are more.

Damn cholera, or what ye call it.

We're not here to drop dead
of the vapours, like girls.

- Get them up.
- On your feet. Fall in.

Come on, fall in,
men. On your feet.

You there, get on your feet.

Get yourself up, lad.
Get up. Come on.

Get these men up.

- My lord, the men are...
- Don't bother me now, Mr. Nolan.

My lord.

That is the river Alma, my lord.

The enemy appears to
be in some strength.

- Take posts, gentlemen, please.
- Take posts.

Russians.

An order, my lord? An
order off to the cavalry?

Yes, an order off to the
cavalry. Place them out of shot.

We really should keep our
cavalry in a bandbox.

Have them take ground
somewhere with a good view.

They must not be allowed
to feel out of things.

I don't want to find them
getting shot at and raggedy.

How do you want it to go, my lord?

Of course, Airey, I
should want us to win.

Form the Infantry for the assault
while I talk to the French.

View halloa.

Give them a smile, Airey.

They always go off the
better for a friendly face.

What we're going to do, Airey, is
to examine the enemy's position.

You don't look well, Marechal.

I can't stand up.

Airey, a chair for
Marechal St. Arnaud.

Chair.

Now, look through
here, St. Arnaud.

Are your eyes better than mine?

Map.

There is the Great Redoubt
up there on the left...

and to the right,
the Lesser Redoubt.

Behind us is the road
leading to Sevastopol.

That's where we were,
weren't we, Airey?

Yes.

Gentlemen, I propose
that the French army

will attack the
Russian left flank...

at the West Cliff.

Get that newspaper correspondent
away. Ride him off somewhere.

We don't want the
plans for our battle

published in today's Times, Airey.

You'll see nothing
of the battle here.

It's all cocked hats and
wind and liniments.

You should come off
to the cavalry.

I can get permission for
us to ride with them.

They'll be put in, sure enough,
presently. I'll find you a horse.

The French will take
the left flank...

and the English will go
in at the front door...

n'est-ce pas? Knock knock.

He's not well, you know.

You fellows. Fine fellows. Good
seat while my brave boys bleed.

Do we fight your battles for you?

Is it that you'd
have me put about?

Watch your places and
your dressing...

and slash into them. Take from
the drum, and at 'em, lads.

View halloa.

Is that Sir George
Brown down there?

Captain, my compliments
to Sir George.

Would he stop those
confounded "view halloas?"

My horse expects to put
up a fox any moment.

William, now I could
ride for ground.

Through the gates
and over the walls

of Sevastopol. Will you join me?

We'd not get up the
slopes, Russell.

I would.

He would, but he would be alone.

Yes, alone. Death
loves a crowd. Watch

how death will pick
out the crowds.

Death loves a crowd, so
do fools and funkers.

The swords are out, the pickets
are in. Do you feel it?

Will you join me?

They're making fools of us now.

Whoever is wounded, lie where he
is until a bandsman comes to him.

No soldier may go off
carrying wounded men.

If any man does such
a thing, his name

shall be stuck up in
his parish church.

Come. Advance.

- Lucan, you're a stew stick.
- Fetch off.

Poltroon.

Bum roll.

Draw your horse from
round your ears,

and bring your head
out of his arse.

My lord, the cavalry are
to advance at once.

No.

- Yes, they must.
- No.

The cavalry will escort the guns
on the road towards Sevastopol.

Lord Lucan to the left, Lord
Cardigan to the right...

the guns in between.

Better safe than sorry
with those gentlemen?

The cavalry may not attack,
but they may take prisoners.

I told you he wasn't well, Airey.

The Light Brigade will retire.
Threes right, walk march.

Henry, I didn't see anything.

My dear, there was nothing to
see. It was all a dreadful bore.

The cavalry were not used.

Peacock bastard. Where
were you and Lord Lucan?

Well?

I'm cold.

- What are you thinking?
- Thinking?

I was thinking, now,
you see, William...

Sevastopol, the object of
our being here, is open.

We could ride in.

We should go on through
and take Sevastopol.

A killing.

I was thinking of Clarissa.

Madam, a victory.

Sevastopol has fallen.

"Fallen," me arse.

It does say in the Times newspaper
that Sevastopol is fallen.

- I am fallen.
- And I am fallen alongside you.

I'm not responsible for every
damn lie that newspaper prints.

You mustn't believe all you read
in it. Sevastopol is not fallen.

I'm not aware how the Times
came by such information.

I'm not allowed my
tent in the lines.

Try this one.

It's a rum business,
this being a soldier.

A soldier? I had such hopes
of this war, Morris.

- You must be patient.
- No, I'm not patient.

I will not be patient
until the noble

amateurs are so sick
of their soldiering...

they will go home.

Their ridiculous supposition that
war is akin to civilisation.

War is destruction,
William, not fashion.

It is standing booted over
dead soldiers and their wives.

The solution to war is
that it is best fought.

And when fought, it is
best fought to the death.

Yes, it's a rum business.

If that line's straight,
I'm a Turk's ass.

- Have the lines dressed straight.
- Straighten up. Down.

Down, have them down
and start again.

Down.

All these tents are far apart.
Put them near, Charteris.

- Sergeant Major.
- Sir.

- These tents should be near.
- And straight.

Have these tents put nearer.

- In more.
- Get them down.

Get them down, and start again.

This is the second time today.
You tell them that at home.

By your tents.

Too damned near.
Have them put apart.

Move these damned tents.

Straighten them up 18 inches.

Who said he's innocent as a horse?

He cares nothing for anybody,
nor man nor beast at all.

I wish a great wind would come and
blow down his damned tents...

on his damned old lion's head.

Captain Duberly.

Featherstonhaugh.

Would you bring your wife...

to dine on His Lordship's
yacht this evening?

Glad, Henry, very glad.

I feel so sorry for him.

On first exchanging up from
marching regiment to horse...

it was all at sea
and never a light

to guide me, I don't
mind confessing.

The soldiering was pie such as:

"Paymaster...

"We will wide up
to Chobham Widges,

where we will have
some exercises...

such as you are in
enemy country, and

you are banged at
from such and such."

"Where?" "There. Was shot
at from there last week."

"Was you? Then you know
what to manoeuvre."

Extraordinary.

What a capital joint
of pig that was.

Can it be the time that it is,

already? All too
soon, I am for duty.

I did warn you that I
am a serving officer...

now that we have such
a large bag of sick.

- My lord, if I may be away.
- Yes.

Yes.

Goodnight, my lord. Mrs. Duberly.

Ma'am.

- Get my kicksies off.
- Do you need them off, my lord?

Don't talk like that,
woman. Get me kicksies off.

You have the mane of a lion.

How do you not know what is
done, how a man is handled?

- Have you no mechanical interest?
- Puss, puss, lion head.

It would cause a man
to strain his taters.

I like saddles. Get on your back.

You would have me hurting.

Please take time to remove...

I don't believe it. Damn
you. I took yours off.

It is by no means a bad
thing, when getting

onto a strange horse
for the first time...

to give the middle of the saddle
three or four hard bangs...

with the flat of your hand.

This is not love.

My lord?

This Russian officer has
been brought to my tent.

A Russian officer, is he?

Did he come as a deserter, or
with a drum and flag for parley?

I fear he came clandestine.

I do. He has that
in-the-night look about him.

- Have you spoken with him?
- I have.

He has particular
information of an

attack at our positions tomorrow.

A spy?

You talked with a spy and brought
him here, in the night...

to speak with me?

He has enough English to tell us.

Keep them in his throat.

I will not have him speak to me.

Young man, come here as a traitor?

I hope you're without a mother. If
she should hear of this, it's sad.

Sad.

I hope you are wise
in this, my lord.

We get a lot of this. You should
be careful of what they say.

They're, most of them, Polish.

♪ My heart is not here ♪

♪ My heart's in the Highlands ♪

♪ A-chasing the deer ♪

♪ A-chasing the wild deer ♪

♪ And following the roe ♪

♪ My heart's in the Highlands ♪

♪ Wherever I go ♪

♪ Farewell to the Highlands ♪

♪ Farewell to the North ♪

♪ The birthplace of valour ♪

♪ The country of worth ♪

♪ Wherever I wander ♪

♪ Wherever I go ♪

♪ The hills of the Highlands ♪

♪ Forever I love ♪

♪ My heart's in the Highlands ♪

♪ My heart is not here ♪

♪ My heart's in the Highlands ♪

♪ A-chasing the deer ♪

♪ A-chasing the wild deer ♪

♪ And following the roe ♪

♪ My heart's in the Highlands ♪

♪ Wherever I go ♪

Lord Lucan's on the lookout
early this morning.

Airey, wake up.

Stand to. We're surrounded. The
French, they're in the yard.

Our allies, my lord.

I don't sleep, you know.

It is cold, morning.

Hullao.

- Two flags.
- Two flags?

What do you think that means?

Could mean "good
morning," but it don't.

Surely, that is the
arranged signal.

I'm sure it is arranged.
Arranged without me knowing.

What is it arranged to say?

Surely, that is "enemy advancing."

That is a signal for
"enemy advancing."

Surely? Are you quite sure?

Get me into these
overalls, damn it.

You will not go in, my lord.

- Get me in.
- You're very near in.

It's your bladder.

Damn Lucan. He's arranged
this for a purpose.

- He means to have my brigade.
- Into battle, my lion.

Sir George. Lord Raglan, from him.

You are to move your
division immediately

to the protection of the redoubts.

Sir George.

You have not, and Lord Raglan has

not, been in the
trenches all night.

- Sit down and eat breakfast.
- I will not sit down.

- Not?
- No, sir.

Sir, it is imperative that you
move your division at once.

The enemy, Sir George,
will take the road...

cut us off from Sevastopol.

Have there been any orders? Why
do the Cavalry not advance?

Is it right to say they
are looking on still?

Well, there has been one
order to the effect...

The gist of it was
that the cavalry

were to take ground where it is.

My lord, this is too much. They're
dragging off the guns. Our guns.

Yes.

Do you see Sir George?

They're on them, they are indeed.

I shall tell you, I
need an aide, Airey.

- My lord.
- Mr. Portal.

Have you got
instruction for Lucan?

Lord Lucan, the cavalry will
advance on the French...

the Russians, immediately.

They will be supported
by the infantry,

which has already been ordered...

to advance on two fronts. Has it?

Infantry? I see no infantry.

We must wait.

Do you see the Russian
Army, my lord? Do you?

For a full 50 minutes, Lord
Lucan has stood and watched.

This is no way, my lord.

There sit the finest
cavalry in the world...

men who follow their
officers to death...

men who take it for granted
that their officers know best.

The mere sight of the Brigade
moving would be enough.

Good morning, sir.

Gen. Airey, this is the fourth
order I have dispatched to Lucan.

Kindly take this down in
your clearest handwriting.

I am waiting, sir.

Sir, you will wait
until I have clear

orders for you to do otherwise.

I wait, you will wait.

Clear? Normally, there
are clear orders...

for cavalry to attack anything and
everything as it places itself...

Damn it, Cardigan, I would
attack. I am constrained.

Gen. Airey, pray read me back
the order that I just dictated.

"Lord Raglan wishes the Cavalry to
advance rapidly to the front...

to follow the enemy,
and try to prevent

the enemy from carrying
away the guns."

"The troop Horse
artillery may accompany.

French Cavalry is on your left.

Immediate. Signed R. Airey."

See that this is delivered,
delivered and executed.

Let me take it, my lord.

- Handi.
- Yes, sir?

Good luck, Nolan.

That young man, Nolan, I
don't really like him.

He rides too well. Knows a
lot, but he has no heart.

It will be a sad day when England
has her armies officered by men...

who know too well what they're
doing. It smacks of murder.

Lord Raglan, will you explain
to me what is to happen?

- A battle is to happen.
- And I am to see it, a charge?

A cavalry charge to sweep the
Russians out of the valley?

I do not think so. No.

Thank you.

What you will see is an
advance, not a charge...

an advance along
that pretty valley

to the south of the big valley.

A sensible and quiet
advance on the flank

of those Russians
who are trying...

to carry off our guns.

The Light Brigade will be
directed to restore those guns...

to their rightful owner.

Is not Lord Cardigan to lead
his beautiful soldiers?

I think he will, yes.

But not into that nasty valley
full of half the Russian army.

He'd get a very bloody nose if he

were to do that.
Not at all pretty.

Young ladies should concern
themselves with what is pretty.

England is pretty,
babies are pretty.

Some table linen can
be very pretty.

Now, off with you, and
let the gentlemen talk.

Find a pretty flower, and press
it in your house book...

and watch the pretty valley.

Hussar.

Will you execute Lord
Raglan's orders?

I am waiting.

Captain Nolan, I say, if
you look before you...

you will see neither
enemy nor guns.

The usefulness of such
an order eludes me.

The position, I
assure you, is quite

clear from where
Lord Raglan stands.

- Is it?
- "Is it?" it is.

Lord Raglan's orders are that the
cavalry should attack immediately.

Attack, sir?

Attack. Attack. Attack.

Attack what? Attack where?

Guns, Mr. Nolan.

There, my lord, there is your
enemy, there are your guns.

I suggest, Lord
Cardigan, you advance

steadily, and keep
your men well in hand.

If the Brigade is handled with

control, there should
be no useless...

or unnecessary loss.

Certainly, sir. But allow
me to point out to you...

that the Russians have
guns in the valley

and batteries and
riflemen on each flank.

It is contrary to
all practise of war

for cavalry to charge artillery...

from the front.

You are quite right, sir,
but what choice have we?

We're going, dear friend.

Permission to ride with the 17th?

Permission granted, dear friend.

Colonel Douglas, I expect
your best support.

You shall have it, my lord.

Mind, Douglas, your best support.

Draw...

swords.

At last.

Well, here goes the
last of the Brudenells.

The Brigade will advance.
Trumpeter. Walk.

March.

Kiss me, Duberly.

No, Nolan. That won't do.

The wrong way.

The wrong way.

What the devil's the
matter with Cardigan?

Outflank those guns now,
damn you, not charge them.

He's turning in to
the wrong valley.

Captain Morris, do not
try to force the pace.

Do not try to ride before
the leader of the Brigade.

Keep back.

Steady, lads.

Are you in trouble?

17th, charge.

Run straight to our great enemy.

Steady.

I don't know.

It isn't done.

What are they Henry? Skirmishers?

Will be, dear, will be. You're
coming on like a soldier.

Skirmishers, indeed. That
is the Light Brigade.

- Is that an Englishman?
- Yes, old chap.

You have been wounded
by a cut across

your eye, which has blinded you.

Am I in pain?

You are in pain, I believe.

- Well, sir.
- Well, sir? Well what, sir?

I will break him.
How dare he to ride

before a General in
Brigade like that.

Did you hear the creature?
Shrieking like some tight girl...

like a woman fetching off.
Damn him. Damn all his kind.

- Damn who, sir?
- Nolan. That Indian.

Insolent, miserable-arsed
mutineer.

My lord, you have just
ridden over his dead body.

Has anyone seen my regiment?

My lord, hurrah.

Men...

it was a mad-brained trick,
but it was no fault of mine.

Go again, sir?

No, no. You have
done enough today.

What did you mean, sir?

- Me? Mean, sir?
- Mean, sir.

By attacking a battery in front,

contrary to all
usages of warfare...

- and customs of the service.
- Him.

- Who?
- Him.

- Me? What have you told him?
- You.

- Me?
- I was ordered.

Ordered?

I was given the order to attack...

by my superior officer
in front of the troops.

I hope you will not
lay blame on me. Him.

Come here, Lord Lucan.

- You have lost the Light Brigade.
- Indeed, I have not, sir.

- Where are they, then?
- You have lost the Light Brigade.

The finest brigade
of light cavalry

ever to leave the
shores of England.

How could you?

I have not lost the Light Brigade,

sir. I have carried
out your orders...

both verbal and written, and
conveyed to me by Captain Nolan.

I was with them.
With them, damn you.

I have done my duty
according to my orders.

I have led my brigade.

To death you have
led your brigade.

I had orders in writing
from my superior general.

- Who?
- You.

I have the order, still.

I have the written order in
your handwriting, Lord Raglan.

Not my handwriting.

Airey...

you have lost the Light Brigade.

I will not be blamed.

I was given the order to
attack by my superior officer.