[
Harper is wounded]
Patrick Harper:
Am I going to die this time, Father?
Father Curtis:
Yes, my son. Have you any last wishes?
Patrick Harper:
I wish I'd married Ramona, Father.
Father Curtis:
I can grant you that before you go. Quickly, now. Do you Patrick Harper take this woman to be your lawful wedded wife? Say "I do!"
Patrick Harper:
I do.
Father Curtis:
Do you Ramona Gonzales take this man to be your husband? Say "I do!"
Ramona:
I do.
Father Curtis:
I now pronounce you man and wife. Now, get up and kiss the bride.
Patrick Harper:
I thought you said I was going to die, Father!
Father Curtis:
Sure, we're ALL going to die, Patrick.
Richard Sharpe:
Take my advice, Harris. When you get home, write a bloody good book with loads of shooting in it. You'll die a rich man.
Rifleman Hagman:
Permission to speak sir?
Rifleman Hagman:
[
hands Sharpe a bundle from his pocket] Best brown paper and paraffin oil, it's for your wound.
Richard Sharpe:
Thank you Hagman.
Lord Jack Spears:
I suppose they'll shoot me?
Richard Sharpe:
I suppose so.
Lord Jack Spears:
I didn't do it for the money Richard. Though it would have been damned useful.
Richard Sharpe:
So why did you do it Jack?
Lord Jack Spears:
Courage. It's like the King's Shilling, Richard. Some soldiers save it, some soldiers spend it all in one day. I told you my life was saved by a French doctor. Well the doctor was Colonel Leroux, and he saved my life simply by virtue of the fact that he stopped torturing me before I died. And I just couldn't stand it anymore. See I had spent the whole coin of courage. And then he made me sign some papers, betraying my honour, and the honour of a lady I once loved. And I could not let him use that, so I became his spy, ridiculous as this sounds to you Richard.
Colonel Sir Henry Simmerson:
What's it to you priest? You hate the British!
Father Curtis:
I'm Irish. John Bull's a bad neighbour, but Bonaparte's a bully, and so are you!
Major Mungo Munro:
Which would you prefer me to do Sharpe? Play Beallagh na Bruga, that's the march, or send you on a dangerous mission?
Richard Sharpe:
Dangerous mission sir.
Richard Sharpe:
[
Leroux claims he can't speak English] See if you understand this, on the count of three I'm gonna kick you in the crotch!
Lord Jack Spears:
[
charges for the French] Up and at 'em, boys, up and at 'em!
Patrick Harper:
Silly bugger!
Richard Sharpe:
Aye, brave silly bugger though. Let's give him a hand before he gets killed.
Colonel Berkeley:
Good shooting, Sharpe!
Lord Jack Spears:
Ain't you the Simmerson that lost the King's Colours?
Colonel Sir Henry Simmerson:
There was a full inquiry my lord, I was completely exonerated. Allow me to shake you by the hand my lord.
Lord Jack Spears:
Ah, so you didn't lose them, you misplaced them. As it seems you have the most unfortunate hand of losing things, I think I'll hold onto me one good hand.
Colonel Berkeley:
[
Leroux breaks for it] He breaks his parole, and kills an eighteen year old boy!
Richard Sharpe:
Don't worry sir, we'll go in and get him tomorrow.
Colonel Berkeley:
Tomorrow! I'm going in tonight, Sharpe! I want to see that bastard dead by dawn.
Father Curtis:
Irish?
Patrick Harper:
Indeed I am.
Father Curtis:
Then you'll serve Mass on Sunday.
[
Harper's face falls, much to the riflemen's amusement]
Richard Sharpe:
[
Munro is playing bagpipes and Sharpe is talking to a Highland soldier guarding Munro's tent] How can you stand it?
Colonel Berkeley:
Tally-ho, Sharpe! Flush em out!
Richard Sharpe:
Have a word with you, Harper! What's this between you and Ramona?
Patrick Harper:
She's not talking to me.
Richard Sharpe:
Well what have you done to her?
Patrick Harper:
Nothing!
Richard Sharpe:
Well whatever it is you're not doing. go and do it!
Patrick Harper:
[
stands up] That's not your business!
Richard Sharpe:
Whatever business it is, get it sorted out
[
puts his laundry in Harper's hands]
Richard Sharpe:
.
Patrick Harper:
If that means I'm going to wash and clean your tunics, well, I'm not!
[
puts the laundry in Sharpe's hands]
Richard Sharpe:
Well I'm not!
[
puts his laundry back into Harper's hands]
Patrick Harper:
Well I'm not!
[
throws the clothes on the ground]
Richard Sharpe:
[
sees that Lass is only wearing her shift] Good God, Lass, go put some clothes on!
Patrick Harper:
She hasn't got any clothes.
Richard Sharpe:
Well tell Ramona to go get her some, damn you!
Patrick Harper:
I asked her! She told me to shag off.
Sgt. Connelly:
[
watching over a British soldier who is dying of his wounds] Die easy boy. Don't delay: do it now.
Patrick Harper:
There must be something you can do for him, Father!
Father Curtis:
I'm a priest: I pray for him.
Patrick Harper:
Is that the best you can do for him?
Father Curtis:
If he were a dog, I'd shoot him. But God in his mercy is sending him a fever: soon he'll feel nothing. He'll be dead by dawn.
Colonel Leroux:
It will be a pleasure to kill you Mister Sharpe. Really.
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