Richard Sharpe:
[
Rallying the South Essex] I'm your colours. I Am.
Wellington:
The Prince of Orange. They wanted to give him command over me. Better counsel prevailed.
Prince William of Orange:
It's the French. Oh my god. Now they have guns.
Wellington:
Oh, they've always had guns, your royal highness. What they haven't always had is you as a target.
Prince William of Orange:
Good day to you. We're fighting Boney you know. Indeed we are. This day, at the cross roads of Quartre Bras... He's been seen.
Wellington:
Has he been?
[
disbelievingly]
Prince William of Orange:
We're holding the woods I do believe... yes.
Uxbridge:
Where are your men?
Prince William of Orange:
Fighting... Fighting.
Uxbridge:
I stand corrected, highness. I know very little about uniforms, other than me own, but I could have sworn these was yours as is running. Ain't they?
Prince William of Orange:
Some of them, Lord Uxbridge, some of them. Come back here ya cowards.
[
as he chases after them]
Wellington:
[
to Uxbridge] I never mind men running as long as they come back.
Wellington:
[
to the retreating troups] My lads, you look blown from your run. Come, do take breath a moment. Then we will go back and try if we can do better. Take heart, soon have some guns up.
Wellington:
Uxbridge.
Uxbridge:
Wellington?
Wellington:
When?
Uxbridge:
Oh, they do come I assure you. What of the Prussians. Any word at all?
Wellington:
I tell the Prussians we'll support them but only if not attacked here. They'll have to fight without us today.
Wellington:
[
distant cannon sounds] Listen. There. The Prussians have started before us.
Prince William of Orange:
[
the Prince has returned to the group and Sharpe has joined them] Sharpe, you hear those guns, Sharpe? Far off. That's the Prussians pasting up the French. Do you hear it. Listen.
Prince William of Orange:
[
an explosion near the Prince] It's the French. My God, now they have guns.
Wellington:
Oh, they've always had guns your royal highness. What they haven't always had is you as a target.
Richard Sharpe:
[
chuckles]
Wellington:
[
to Uxbridge] If your corp is coming up as you assure me; how close do you think they are. I want them clear that road, I want it hansom arranged with guns.
Uxbridge:
Very close.
Wellington:
How close?
Uxbridge:
Close. Coming up.
[
as he turns about to look for them]
Doggett:
[
to the Prince of Orange] You, sir, are a silk stocking full of shit.
Wellington:
Your Regiment, Sharpe!
Richard Sharpe:
Prince of... South Essex! ADVANCE!
[
regiment walks off towards the French]
Richard Sharpe:
South Essex Charge!
Rebeque:
[
Rebeque is talking to Sharpe about the Prince of Orange and his whores, when there is large bang] That's his boots!
Doggett:
[
on the Prince of Orange] He did it again. How many more men will he kill? That's my commission gone to the blazes I dare say, but it had to be said.
Richard Sharpe:
[
choking with grief] Daniel Hagman... Harris... He won't kill anymore!
Patrick Harper:
[
to Doggett] Oh now you have caused trouble!
[
rides after Sharpe]
Doggett:
[
to the Prince of Orange] You did it again! Colonel Sharpe said you would do it again, and you did! All those men dead because you wanted to get out? You coward!
Rebeque:
Doggett! His Royal Highness cannot be called a coward.
Doggett:
No, dammnit. No, not cowardice, not that. Just so he can dance and prance, and make high cockalorum, while men die? Horribly? It is too much, I declare, too much! I shall say it!
Doggett:
[
after a second] You sir, are a silk stocking full of shit!
Hagman:
Harris?
Harris:
Hm?
Hagman:
What's your first name?
Dutch Captain:
[
speaking in Dutch to his men] No! No! You can shoot better than that!
Richard Sharpe:
[
has stumbled across Jane and Rossendale] You!
Jane Sharpe:
Don't hurt me please!
Richard Sharpe:
And you!
[
grabs Rossendale]
Richard Sharpe:
You dare to come! You dare to join! You dare to be in the same buggerin' army as me!
Richard Sharpe:
[
chases Rossendale until Rossendale trips and falls] Get up! Get up and fight!
[
turns to the crowd]
Richard Sharpe:
Somebody give him a sword!
[
turns back to Rossendale]
Richard Sharpe:
Do you have a friend?
Rossendale:
[
recognizing the duel challenge] No no no no no, please!
Richard Sharpe:
Then give me the money, you can keep the whore you lilly-livered...
[
feels the shame of being a cuckold, and draws his sword]
Richard Sharpe:
No, by God I'll fillet you anyway!
Uxbridge:
[
intervenes] Enough!
[
looks down at Rossendale]
Uxbridge:
Get up.
Richard Sharpe:
[
does not move his sword] By God I'll fillet you also!
Uxbridge:
You will not!
Harry Price:
[
mutters in Sharpe's ear] Richard, don't do it.
Richard Sharpe:
[
sighs in defeat] You tell him Harry.
Rossendale:
[
looking up, embarrassed] I fell, just fell.
Richard Sharpe:
Tell him he can have the whore
[
Jane stares at him in loathing]
Richard Sharpe:
but I want my money.
Richard Sharpe:
What do you want?
Paulette:
More pay would be nice.
Harry Price:
Can't stand duels. You can't drink!
Rossendale:
[
in the thick of a massacre] I can kill as well as you Sharpe!
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