[on the French:]
Then they must be quaking in terror!
Oh they are, Charlie. They know they face us!
Sharpe · Season 1
[on the French:]
Then they must be quaking in terror!
Oh they are, Charlie. They know they face us!
Not being a little hard on Girdwood, are you?
At Foulness, sir, Colonel Girdwood gave orders that deserters were to be shot out of hand. I saw one killed. He hunted men through the marshland like they were rats. He wants to see a battle? He'll see a battle!
Uniform fits like a bowl of wax, but those boots won't do.
They did very well for a Colonel in Napoleon's Imperial Guard I had to kill before he'd give them to me!
They treat us like animals! We're not animals, we're men!
We're not. We're soldiers now.
Do you have such a thing as an officer of the day?
Of course!
Who is it?
Actually, me!
Actually, you?
Yes! Captain Carline! And you are?
I am Major Richard Sharpe. [Carline is surprised] South Essex. You've heard of me.
Uh... yes. You... you took the French Eagle at Talavera, sir.
But you haven't heard of a guard detail?
Sir?
Why wasn't there a guard on the gates?
Um... I don't know, sir.
You don't know? You're officer of the day! No guard mounted! What are you doing when you're not playing blind man's buff, dancing pomps?
Sir, he's got the...
[whispers 'pox' in Sharpe's ear]
Pox! What are you whispering for Harper? I think I've seen plenty of pox in my time!
[after Sharpe has demanded that Colonel Bampfylde act civilly]
[to Jane] Evening, ma'am. I'm sorry to see you in such company. Sir, as I seem to have given you some offence, I shall be happy to give you satisfaction.
Satisfaction? What does that mean?
It means I am calling you out, sir. A duel.
Don't be a damn fool, sir. If Wellington catches you duelling, you'll be on the next ship back to England.
Wellington has his code, I have mine. [Sharpe chuckles] What does it take to make you fight me? Perhaps a glass of wine in the face? Harmer, will you act as my second?
[Harmer and Captain Frederickson join them]
Sir. What is your opponent's name?
Sharpe. Of the 95th Rifles. Favoured of the Prince of Wales.
Is that the same Sharpe who shot three Dragoons while saving Wellington's life? The same Sharpe who took the Eagle at Talavera?
[Frederickson nods. Bampfylde is nervous. There is a long silence.]
May I intercede? Colonel Bampfylde is new in Spain. Field Marshall Wellington's views on duelling are very strict.
Absolutely. Major Sharpe, may I apologise for any offence I have caused you and the Lady?
[Sharpe doesn't answer]
Doesn't do to duel with your new commanding officer.
Apology accepted. Sir.
From what I hear, sometimes he is outside the law.
Maybe he uses rough methods, but he gets results. So do you.
Maybe I do, but I don't take pleasure in it.
You're a damn liar.
[Harris is confined to camp pending a murder inquiry]
Harris, until this matter is resolved, you're my responsibility. Now while I'm on this mission, you will act as manservant to my wife.
You're letting a suspected murderer look after your wife, sir?
Harris, I'm posting you to my household as I would post you to a position on a battlefield.
[saluting and smiling] Yes, sir!
[Jane and Harris are discussing Sharpe]
Why would you follow him to the death?
Loyalty! We're loyal to him and he's loyal to us. In life and in death. We trust him with our lives and he trusts us with his life.
And with his wife. He trusts you with his wife.
I hate the bugle because I hate the army. Because I hate the war.
We all hate the war.
No you don't, you love it!
I'm a soldier.
What will you do when you get home, Richard? You'll still be a soldier, but there won't be a war. And if there's no war then you won't be happy. What will you do all day?
Well, what every officer does. What every husband does. Whatever that is...
I'll tell you what they do, Richard. They ride, they hunt, they gamble, they play cards, they look after their gardens, their dogs, their libraries. They wine and dine and make polite conversation. They cut a figure in society.
[Frederickson is unhappy after he saw Sharpe with Lucille, who he wished to marry. He leaves a discussion between the Riflemen (Frederickson, Sharpe and Harper) and Calvet over the commander of their operation over lunch.]
How should I divide the cheese, by merit or by rank? Who gets the biggest piece?
You do.
Because I am a General?
No, because I bloody 'ate cheese.
[Sharpe is trapped inside Ducos' Neapolitan Fortress with General Calvet, Harper, Frederickson and some Imperial Guardsmen and Ducos arrives with the local Cardinal's troops]
The war is over, Sharpe; apparently not for you.
[Sharpe kicks down Lucille's bedroom door]
Begging your pardon, ma'am. Your door was locked.
[In a pub, Sharpe and Harper are being billeted]
And what do you require?
Bed, board, breakfast and a bit of respect, you piece of English arse.
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