"Argh!" "Take cover!" "Defend the camp!" "I must beg of you a service, Colonel." "Will you stay with the column?" "At least as far as Kalimgong." "And you, madam, are a spoiled, wilful, petulant and selfish young fool." "Count Vladimir Alexei Dragomirov." "What's this man's father to you?" "He killed my wife!" "It's Dragomirov stealing the opium harvest." "And blaming it on this rebel Chitu." "I want them alive!" "Richard!" "If you go across that river, you're a dead man." "GUNFIRE" "Fall back." "Fall back, damn it!" "They're retreating!" "CHEERING" "You'll have to take 'em on, Pat." "Me?" "Hold on a minute." "No argument." "Dragomirov will be looking for another place to cross." "You keep to Tredinnick's map." "I'll rejoin you as I may." "Richard, what are you doing?" "She came back for me, Pat." "She came back for me." "Argh!" "I cannot reach the ball, sir." "It is too deeply lodged." "Can he be moved?" "If you wish him to bleed afresh with every step." "Indeed, Mr Harper..." "I can." "Robert!" "I will." "If Lance-Naik Singh will lend me his shoulder." "I can travel." "(SINGS NONSENSE)" "With consideration, Mr Harper," "I've come to the opinion the general is mad, sir." "Have you ever met one that wasn't?" "Come on, Mr Beauclere, pick up the pace!" "That's the way, sir!" "Damn forlorn hope, I calls it." "Staunch griping, Quilter, I will not hear it." "There is always hope." "While Colonel Sharpe was with us, sir." "Not now." "It's a bitter blow, I grant you." "But all is not lost." "We must trust to Mr Harper and support him in all things." "He's no rank, sir." "No." "No, he has not." "Yet he will, I think, get us through." "Pray God you're right, sir." "Pray God you're right." "Uh-uh-uh." "SPEAKING FRENCH" "TWIG CRACKS" "Stand by, you bastard!" "Stand back." "Ah, the English colonel, huh?" "Soldat!" "Colonel Sharpe, is it not?" "No doubt, Count Dragomirov will reward me for bringing such a useful prisoner." "Soldat!" "A moi!" "Your men are dead, Joubert." "Just you and me now." "No." "Only me." "It's all right, lass." "From now on you're safe." "I've given him as decent a burying as I can." "Leastways, better than any he had a right to." "You're bleeding." "It's nowt." "Let me see." "If I do not staunch your bleeding, how far do you imagine we will get?" "See?" "It's nowt." "Nonetheless, it must be cleaned and dressed." "Your shirt?" "What?" "If you please." "Bloody hell." "From my wife's mum." "The one you spoke of?" "Teresa?" "Teresa, aye." "You had a daughter, you said?" "Aye." "There." "Antonia." "That's her likeness." "Pretty girl." "Aye." "Happen she took after her mother." "And where is she now?" "With Teresa's family." "Somewhere." "I can't hope to look for her." "Not in the army." "Army is no place to raise a child." "The light is failing." "We'll make no more ground today." "Wormwood, pitch camp." "Pitch camp!" "Deever, you take first picket, two hours on, two hours off." "You have been all my happiness." "And a joy... far beyond my deserving." "Hsst now." "Hsst." "You'll start my eyes watering with all your flattering." "Stout heart, my girl." "Stout heart." "You've not ate owt, ma'am." "I'm not hungry." "You should eat all the same." "Keep your strength up." "Things will look brighter, come morning." "I will forget I killed my fiance, do you mean?" "Here now, here, come on." "It were either him or me." "And I'm glad it weren't me." "If it's any comfort, he got no more or less than he's deserving." "But have you killed many men?" "Did they deserve it?" "Some." "But most were just poor soldiers who happened to wear a different uniform from me." "But in a just cause?" "I'm not sure I ever heard of one." "War is the business of kings, miss." "Kings and governments." "And however they dress it, in the end, the whys and the wherefores come down to one thing." "Loot, booty, treasure." "Us soldiers... ..we just do the dying for 'em." "So nobody saw him go?" "Well, I saw a fellow head off, that took him on some post-culinary business." "Mr Beauclere, you will take the company on." "Mr Harper." "You will forgive me, sir, but the column needs you here." "Major Tredinnick is my officer." "I will find him." "WHINNYING" "HORSES APPROACHING" "You may kill me, Count, but if by God's good grace, Colonel Sharpe still lives," "..upon his steel shall you answer for your offences." "Sharpe is dead." "All your hope is in vain." "However, tell me where the rest of your party can be found." "I may yet spare your life." "Betrayal is your creed." "Not mine." "You're a brave man." "You see, ma'am?" "I told you all would look better by morning." "We've come up on the track." "A few hours riding should see us back to the column." "Major, sahib!" "Major, sahib..." "Singh..." "You must tell..." "Mr Harper, tell him... ..Colonel Sharpe is dead." "I heard the news off Dragomirov." "Look to my wife." "See her... safe through." "Safe through..." "No harm will touch her while I breathe." "I swear." "Those were the major's words." "I'm sorry to bear no better tidings, sir." "No." "Speak me no speeches, Lance-Naik Singh." "By and by, I will hear all that there is to be heard, but just...just grant me a few private moments, just to gather myself." "I beg you." "Philippe was garrisoned for a short while upon the Ile-de-France." "My father liked to gamble and when he could not cover his debts..." "Won you at cards?" "An unusual way to find a husband, I grant, but..." "I wasn't going to do any better." "A shrewish reputation does not encourage eligible suitors to a woman's door." "Headstrong maybe." "But shrewish?" "Nah." "I would not call you that." "You called me worse." "Spoiled, petulant, selfish..." "Ah." "And yet you came after me." "I made a promise with Viscount Sedgefield." "Do you always keep your..." "Colonel Sharpe." "Mademoiselle Bonnet." "Unless I'm mistaken, with Major Joubert's horse." "No foolish heroism, please." "Lay down your arms and you'll be treated fairly." "Our field headquarters." "A finer billet than any other Company barracks, is it not?" "Take her to her quarters." "I will stay with Colonel Sharpe." "You will do as you are bid." "There are some matters which lie between the colonel and myself we must resolve." "The ladies of the palace will see you have all you require." "Richard..." "It's all right, ma'am, you'll be safe enough." "A fine piece." "But I think a little headstrong, is she not?" "She knows her own mind." "A habit, in my experience, as unwelcome in a woman as it is in a horse." "Will you take a dish of tea, Mr Harper?" "When low on spirits, my Robert, he always took a dish to be restorative." "I will, ma'am." "Thank you, ma'am." "We've made some good progress this morning." "Have we not?" "We've done as well as we may, ma'am." "But enough... would you think?" "To put us beyond the reach of... of that man?" "I hope so, ma'am." "I really hope so." "So, here you see my manufactory." "This is where the raw juice of the poppy is prepared." "Dried and shaped into these cakes." "The work does not take great skill." "But it requires some attention on the part of the worker." "Purity is all." "A moment's inattention and the whole batch may be ruined past saving." "This fellow here for example." "His daydreaming has already cost me dearly." "Do you know how much opium China imports, Colonel Sharpe?" "Some 20,000 to 30,000 chests a year." "A year!" "I have from this season alone already 1,100 chests." "And the raw material for some 800 or 900 more." "£35 a chest." "£70,000." "With so much at stake, do you truly suppose that I intend to allow your friends to make Calcutta?" "Yet, I will strike a bargain with you." "Save me the inconvenience of hunting them down and I will spare them." "They will be my guests here until what business I have in India is concluded." "Thereafter, they will be set free." "You have my word." "I've heard benefit of your word before." "Meantime..." "I advise you to spend the rest of the day in consideration." "WHIMPERING" "(SPEAKS NATIVE TONGUE)" "Argh!" "With or without your help... ..be assured, Colonel," "I shall find the rest of your company." "WHIMPERING" "Mr Harper, the men are of the opinion we should parlay with Count Dragomirov." "What measure of mercy are the men hoping to receive?" "The same as we got off Dragomirov at the river?" "The same as Major Tredinnick?" "We're for Calcutta." "You go back to your section and you tell them so." "This is a fool's errand." "And damned fools be we for following Sharpe." "That'd be Colonel Sharpe to you, Wormwood." "Colonel or no, he's gone." "You'll not see him again." "For all his high cockalorum, good riddance to the bastard." "You keep your tongue behind your teeth." "As you were, you sons of whores." "Attend me now!" "If there is any man here who wants to turn back and seek quarter with Dragomirov, then he should step forward." "And I will gladly argue the same point with him." "So get this into your thick skulls." "We, all of us, know far too much about Dragomirov to be allowed to live." "Now get him on his feet." "And let's go to..." "Argh!" "Mr Harper." "Sergeant Harper, what's wrong?" "Stones, inside, stones." "It must be cut from him." "No, no cutting." "There's another way." "RAPID DRUMMING" "APPLAUSE" "Ah, Mademoiselle Bonnet." "What a picture you are." "Please." "You all right, lass?" "You will take wine?" "A sherbet water perhaps, then?" "When I leave this country, Colonel, I will do as a rich man." "You could do the same." "In Major Joubert, you have robbed me of a useful ally." "And I must find a replacement." "Me?" "Why not?" "You have served the best years of your life in the service of a mad, old king and a country which knows you not." "To what reward?" "Rank?" "The grudgeful tolerations of your betters?" "PIPING" "Ah, now this fellow you should enjoy." "For which he will require the assistance of a beautiful woman." "Mademoiselle, if you would be so good." "He wishes for you to stand upon him, my dear." "APPLAUSE" "Ma'am?" "Richard." "Wine...will revive her." "I'm quite sincere, Colonel." "A soldier of your resourcefulness and renown would be an asset to my enterprise." "I'm a soldier." "Not a murderer." "And what is soldiering, Colonel?" "But legal murder." "Huh?" "I can see you are still reluctant to tell me where I might find your fellows." "I can understand you might be stubborn enough to allow yourself to suffer." "But Miss Bonnet?" "Believe me, in her present state, she will do exactly as they please." "The sherbet water, Colonel, was laced with opium." "All right." "All right, damn you." "Where are they?" "I'll take you to 'em." "Just tell me where they are to be found." "You must let me negotiate terms." "Patrick Harper won't surrender to anybody but me." "Argh!" "All right, all right." "Let him rest a while." "Take your ease, sahib." "You're killing him." "It is the stone that is killing him." "It must be passed or he will die." "It'll burst his heart." "Yet it must be tried." "Mr Harper, sahib, once more if you will." "What good do you think I'll do you dead?" "Ach, you'll be safe enough." "Provided you don't give the serpents cause to strike." "I wish you an uncomfortable night." "HISSING" "Enough music now." "Leave off your goddamn caterwauling." "See her to her quarters." "Yes, sahib." "(GROANS)" "HISSING" "CRACKS" "Ma'am." "Ma'am!" "Come on." "Come on, lass." "It's time we were gone from this place." "Water, sahib?" "How are you this day?" "I must say you look much improved for your labours." "How did I get here?" "I've no recollection of the journey." "We carried you, sahib." "As you have carried us all so far." "And in such discomfort." "Is it gone?" "You are rid of the stone, sahib." "Thank you." "All by your own effort." "No cutting was necessary." "How?" "My grandfather was once taken of the stones, sahib." "A wise man in the village cured him and imparted to me the secret by which he was delivered." "Indian magic." "No, sahib." "Indian medicine." "Really, sahib, the Europeans are a very superstitious people." "I suppose." "Shh." "Do you hear that?" "HORSE WHINNYING Horses." "Company!" "Stand to!" "Stand to." "I weren't expecting flags, but I thought to find a warmer welcome than this." "Colonel Sharpe." "Alive." "By God, sir, we had took you to be lost." "I don't understand, sir." "Lance-Naik Singh had it off Major Tredinnick that you were dead." "And why should Major Tredinnick think so?" "What?" "Where is the major?" "I'm grieved to learn of your loss, ma'am." "Truly." "You are restored to us as my husband would have wished." "In that there is comfort." "And not some little hope." "The major was as fine an officer as I've met, ma'am." "Thank you, Colonel." "For his part, I know, he held you in like esteem." "By all reports, it would seem that you have struck a blow for our cause." "In that there is some justice." "In truth, ma'am, what justice he had were of Miss Bonnet's doing." "Well, I will give her my thanks." "God, Richard, you gave us a rare fright." "Best get moving." "Pat." "An hour, would you say?" "Less." "Watch it, lads." "Look out." "Look out." "How much powder have we got?" "When I draw my blade." "You don't have to tell me twice." "Not before." "Understood?" "On your way, then." "So... you have found your friends." "It was thoughtful of you to lead me to them." "I told you, I should hunt you down, Colonel Sharpe." "And here we are." "Turn your men about, Dragomirov!" "Go back!" "While you've still got a chance." "I offered you friendship, a share of the spoils." "What do you think you can achieve?" "One sword against 50." "Aye, one sword, but warranted never to fail." "Come on, then, you yellow bastards." "What are you waiting for?" "Cavalry?" "I've shit 'em." "No." "It's too easy." "Wait, you fools, rein in." "Rein in!" "EXPLOSION" "SHOUTING AND WHINNYING" "Clear the way, Goddamn you, clear the way." "Get it cleared!" "Send out a scouting party, see if there is another way around." "Praise God." "Praise God." "Lance-Naik Singh." "Sir." "Take a couple of Company troops and find the head man." "Have him understand we intend him no injury." "We wish only to resupply." "All and any goods to be paid for." "Sir." "Take what rest you can." "We must be on our way again shortly." "Our way, Colonel?" "But this is my mission." "If Dragomirov finds you here, he'll kill you." "He must do what he must do." "As shall I." "You'll do as you're damn well told." "Reverend." "Argh!" "Madame?" "My child." "My child is coming." "Come on." "Colour Wormwood!" "Secure the village." "You heard him." "Get on with it." "Deever, lose your monkey." "The child is good with me, Colour." "It's against King's Regulations." "I ain't leaving her!" "You'll do as I damn well say!" "Or you'll find yourself on a charge!" "It's all right, Private Deever." "She can bide with me." "I'll find some women of the village to look to her." "See she's took care of." "I will." "Argh!" "I'm..." "I'm anxious to know how soon we might be on our way, ma'am." "How soon?" "Richard, the child is the wrong way about." "Ah, but you can help?" "I don't know." "I have helped deliver a child before, but not like this." "It may turn of its own will." "What if it doesn't?" "It will be a difficult time." "In either case, she cannot be moved." "Argh!" "# Bake me a cake as quick as you can" "Let's do it again." "One..." "# Pat a cake..." "Is she sure?" "Aye." "Well, that's that, then." "Come on." "Let's have a turn about the place." "It isn't much, Pat, but it will have to serve." "We can hardly press on now." "It'd be a real pity to falter at the last." "You do know the next garrison is only a two-day hard march?" "We haven't got two days." "Like as not, Dragomirov will be upon us tomorrow." "It's here or nowhere." "It's as fine a place as any." "But I had hoped to see Ramona again." "And shall, Pat." "And shall." "I suppose we've soldiered long enough and hard enough for you to not start lying to me now." "But Dragomirov's troopers are well seasoned." "And what's more, they outnumber us six to one." "Good riflemen's odds." "Aye." "Except we've got no bloody riflemen." "Argh!" "SCREAMING" "Argh!" "HARPER:" "What's happening?" "It's all right, lass." "It's all right, come on." "What in the name of God is going on?" "You're safe." "Dragomirov's." "Scouting party." "Bring him down!" "(SPEAKS BENGALI)" "What's he say?" "My Bengali is not so good, sir." "He thinks you were trying to harm the girl." "Me?" "No, mate, you've got it wrong, it were these buggers." "(SPEAKS BENGALI)" "He is her father, sir, I think." "Lower your rifles." "Put them down." "(SPEAKS HINDI)" "What did you ask him?" "His name, sir." "My name is Chitu." "And you're right, your Bengali is terrible." "Why would he come here?" "My village grows no opium." "It's us he's after." "Then go." "Leave us alone." "You're not welcome here." "You're bringing trouble to my village." "We can't go." "There is a good amount of powder and shot." "Some canister also." "Whether the powder is still good..." "Bugger the powder." "The thing has only got one wheel." "Lance-Naik Singh, see what you can do." "How many are you?" "CHITU:" "All that you see." "Will they fight?" "They are farmers." "So were I once." "The day comes a man has to decide." "Whether he stands to protect what he holds dear... ..or bows himself under another's will." "Musket at half cock." "Close the pan." "Ram the cartridge." "And...present arms." "WORMWOOD:" "Look at him, eh." "Look." "Bloody fool." "Anyone with sense would leave the bastard to it, eh, lads?" "Desertion is a hanging, Colour." "You think anyone will survive the morrow to peach?" "Who's gonna stop us, eh?" "I reckon we'll take our chances alongside Colonel Sharpe." "Is that what it is like, lads?" "Aye." "Ah, well." "Maybe you're right." "It was an idle thought." "An unworthy one." "Think no more of it." "God knows, Silas Wormwood... wouldn't leave his boys unfriended, eh?" "Eh?" "I keep thinking there's summat I forgot." "I think maybe there is one thing." "I've been told I've done you some injury." "Told?" "At least it would appear so." "I cannot speak to those things of which you're charged." "But for my...misjudgement... ..and the treatment you've had of me by it," "I offer apology." "You've no cause to like the name of Hakeswill." "No." "That's true." "But as a man, you've done me no wrong." "Tomorrow, there is gonna be a battle." "I need every man able to face Dragomirov." "Will you fight?" "Free me." "Give me a rifle." "You shall see whether I can fight or not." "I cannot free you." "You're in the army's charge and I dare not interfere." "Yet you shall have a rifle." "Tomorrow." "Fine night." "Rain come morning." "On the wind." "Aye." "It's that." "Been long a soldier, Private Deever?" "Nine years, sir." "What did you do before that?" "Nothing, sir." "The army is all I know." "See, my Grampus fought for the British at Lexington." "I'll be damned." "How my family come to England, sir." "And there's been a Deever in service to His Majesty ever since." "Sir." "For the child, sir." "It ain't much, but it's all I own." "If..." "I'll fight easier knowing she's took care of." "I'll just hold onto it for you, Dan." "Till after the battle." "What's to do, Colour?" "To do?" "To do..." "You must flee, man, that's what to do." "Flee?" "Sharpe wants to kill you." "That can't be." "I just heard him talking with that slack-bellied Irishman." "I'm not taking any chances, says he." "Ye are to hang before the battle, says he." "I don't understand." "What is to understand?" "I'll not have murder done." "Not to my brave boy." "Not while you are in my charge, no." "By God, I'd sooner swing for it." "But where shall I go?" "I've set you a mount." "Behind the byre yonder." "Get as far away as you can, lad." "And don't stop riding." "And don't never come near no redcoats no more." "Else the army will have your neck." "Go now." "Go!" "All quiet?" "All quiet, sir." "It's a bloody miracle you worked with this cannon, Lance-Naik." "I was taught of a great engineer, sir." "From him I learned there is no problem, however so great it first appears, to which the answer cannot be found." "You liked him?" "He was my officer, sir." "It's gonna be hot work tomorrow." "No doubt, sir." "Your position must hold." "Yes, sir." "Sir." "If I may ask." "How fares the memsahib?" "She's in the best of care." "Miss Bonnet is doing all she can." "I made the major sahib a promise." "That no harm would befall her." "You'll best serve her by holding your post." "GUNSHOT" "Guards!" "Guards!" "The prisoner has escaped." "Corporal Hakeswill has gone, sir." "Turned loose all the horses and left not a one behind." "And you said I had him wrong?" "I knew the bastard weren't to be trusted." "Sir..." "I don't want to hear it, Pat." "For all we know, he'll find Dragomirov and sell us to him." "We might get him back, sir." "Colour Wormwood has rode out after him." "Rode out?" "Yeah." "And how's that?" "When Corporal Hakeswill has turned all the horses loose?" "I don't know, sir, but he did." "All right, Deever." "Back to your post." "Sir." "WOMAN SHOUTING IN PAIN" "Will you hear us confession, Reverend?" "Confession?" "He can't take confession, Croop." "No, Private Quilter, you are mistaken." "Confession is sanctioned in The Order for the Visitation of the Sick." "See." "What did you want to tell me about?" "We is bad men, sir." "Go on." "Very bad men, sir." "Is that all?" "No, sir." "It's the..." "Tell him." "The crime of which Corporal Hakeswill stands accused, sir..." "He never done it, sir." "It was Colour Wormwood, sir." "How do you know this?" "Because we helped him do it, sir." "Not the killing, sir." "That was his alone." "But the robbing, sir, that we did." "Now the bastard has run off and left us to it, sir." "If we is bound for glory... ..and anyone else survives, they could speak on our part at the court martial, sir." "Else we thought you could take a deposition of us, sir." "That we could put our mark to." "Who in God's name, are you?" "Colour Wormwood, sir." "At your service." "My service?" "You're searching for Colonel Sharpe, are you not?" "I'll tell you all you needs to know, sir." "How his forces are deployed." "Where his defence is weakest." "And what would you have in return for this service?" "Wormwood." "Bastard!" "Bastard!" "We're well shot of him." "Aye, but with Barabbas gone, we're two men short before we've even started." "Richard bloody Sharpe." "Well, make your damn report, if you please." "Well?" "I'm waiting." "Everything is as you disposed, sir." "You will recall that you have elected to defend the western flank of the village." "Sir Henry." "If you are ready, we should get to our post." "Sir Henry?" "Sir Henry?" "And who are you, sir, to address me in such familiar terms?" "This is the Field Marshal Lord Chitu, sir." "Field marshal, eh?" "Your servant, my Lord, of course." "By Jesus, this is some army we've put together." "Shirkers and bedlamites." "The halt and the mad." "Do we begin, sir?" "All in good time, Colour Wormwood." "Let them see us first." "And despair." "Sir." "I must speak with you." "Can it not wait, Mr Beauclere?" "Very well, but make it quick." "Come away, then." "I have not yet been assigned a position." "My men have their orders." "Lance-Naik Singh has his orders." "Even General Simmerson..." "Mr Beauclere..." "I must know, sir." "Is it because of my father?" "I thought you must have..." "He did not fall as I have said." "He did not storm the breach." "Nor capture the marshal's baton." "But rather... ..he died as Colour Wormwood reported." "You are not your father." "No, sir." "But I look very alike." "At least my mother says." "How a man counts upon the eye, Mr Beauclere, means less than nothing." "It's what's in his heart that matters." "Which is why the most important job of all" "I kept for you." "For me, sir?" "Who else would I entrust to defend the mission, and give protection to the ladies?" "Get to it now." "Aye, sir." "A few words from yourself wouldn't go amiss." "Maybe steady the lads' nerves." "Aye." "Company!" "Take heed." "I know the buggers look smart." "But take it from me, that's all they are, strutting peacocks." "At the Battle of Waterloo, the South Essex Regiment stood all day." "They beat off two brigades of cavalry, and Bonaparte's Imperial Guard." "All you have to do is stand." "Stand!" "Let the cavalry come on." "Stand." "Hold fire... until the horses are within ten paces." "Stand and the day will be ours." "# Trust in the..." "Sharpe!" "Colonel Sharpe, sir!" "# Ever more painful" "# Ever more sure" "Watkin!" "Get out of there!" "Brothers, brothers, lay down your arms." "Today is the Sabbath." "To spill blood this day would be impious." "The Sabbath, you say?" "Aye, sir." "Aye." "Then you of any should know God does not work upon a Sunday." "Bastard." "Take cover!" "WHINNYING AND SHOUTING" "Get them barricades back!" "SHOUTING" "Stand, you buggers." "Stand." "Present." "Fire!" "Fire!" "Oh, my." "I believe I am killed, ma'am." "Fall back!" "I do my duty." "Duty?" "The officer gave orders that I must hold my position." "Well, then..." "I guess if you can do it, I can." "Just my f... ..luck." "Another round." "Quickly." "That's the last of it!" "The position is lost." "Go back to the mission." "They will have need of you." "I shall hold the east as long as I may." "To me!" "Fall back!" "Fall back!" "TRUMPETING" "Barabbas?" "Into 'em!" "Get into 'em!" "By God, man, you cut that fine." "Two days of riding in one night, sir." "No sight were ever more welcome." "Colour?" "Private Quilter." "You just did a poor fool, Wormwood." "But now you'll have to deal with a man." "You bastard!" "Ungh!" "You've lost, Dragomirov." "For all your bloody squadron." "You've lost." "If I'm for hell, Sharpe, then you are coming with me." "One blade, Dragomirov." "Warranted never to fail." "How stands the day, sir?" "The day is ours." "Did I... do my duty, sir?" "Aye." "And more besides." "Will you write my mother ,sir?" "I would have her know our name was not dismayed." "You will write and tell her so yourself... when you are able." "Miss Bonnet tells me I shall mend." "But blood demands soldiers deal plain." "Am I to die, sir?" "Might I then... ..presume upon your hand, sir..." "..till the moment is passed." "It's been the greatest honour of my life to serve beside you." "The honour is mine." "Argh!" "Easy." "Easy, lad." "You might give him a kiss, ma'am." "Here's 40 shillings on the drum... ..for those who'll volunteer to come..." "..to list and fight the foe today... ..over the hills...and far away." "He saved us." "When they came." "BABY CRYING" "A girl." "A child of the storm." "A dozen he killed, a dozen." "Chitu." "Your Grace, Sharpe, Your Grace." "Damn your eyes, sir." "Have you no etiquette?" "You address a peer of the realm." "Remember your place, sir." "With you restored to your place, Sir Henry, how could a man forget it?" "You did it, Colonel Sharpe." "We did it." "I hope you're not intending to go without saying goodbye." "A soldier is born to farewells, Corporal." "It's to be sergeant, sir." "All charges dropped and a promotion." "My compliments, Sergeant Hakeswill." "That's enough, Sergeant." "You must come back to your bed now." "When a princess says she wants you back in bed, you'd best step to, Sergeant." "Are you ready, then?" "Aye." "Just give me a minute." "What will you do?" "Go home." "And you?" "I have a farm in Normandy." "In Normandy?" "It's funny." "I was raised from a child to hate all of you rosbif." "But you... are a good man," "Colonel Sharpe." "For all you would have the world think otherwise." "If you say so, ma'am." "Perhaps one day I shall visit you." "I should like that." "Until then... ..au revoir." "Leaving us, Sharpe?" "The opium has been recovered." "The land restored to peace." "Job's done." "It would appear I owe you my life." "We all make mistakes, Sir Henry." "(GROWLS)" "Quite so, quite so." "God speed you safe home... ..Richard." "Well, I have now seen it all." "Simmerson calling you "Richard" and shaking you by the hand." "I think I'd sooner the bastard he were." "Aye, but if Simmerson can change like that, there's hope for us all." "Buggered if I'm changing." "There's nowt wrong with me." "Amen to that." "Amen to that." "Are we for home?" "Aye." "And maybe this time we'll get there."