That's it That's it all right
Atten-shun!
Shoulder arms!
General salute. Present arms!
Morning, Hogan!
Morning, Sir Arthur.
Mon dieu! Milord Wellesley.
Eyes down.
On y va.
(Women scream)
Better late than never, Hogan.
What's your name?
Sharpe. Sergeant.
2nd Battalion,
- 95th Rifles sir - I'm much obliged to you.
You did me a damn good turn.
Now I'm going to do you a damn bad one.
I'm giving you a field commission, Sharpe.
From this moment on you're a lieutenant in the 95th
Major Hogan
- meet Mr Sharpe. - Congratulations. Capital choice, sir.
The minute I saw him I looked.
Hogan says "Aye that fellow don't seem much but he's a natural-born officer "
Of course, you know, Sir Arthur,
he'll need a mentor.
Hogan, you keep your hands off him.
Hogan is an officer on...
- Ahem! - On my staff.
Your colonel will be informed.
I'll request light duties till his wound be healed
Good day to you both.
Light duties, sir. Light duties it is. Absolutely.
See here, Sharpe.
Light duties means staying at headquarters and being snubbed by snobs.
How would you like me to find you something else?
As long as it's safe, sir.
That's my boy.
(Sharpe clears his throat)
(Officers mutter and laugh)
So the bankers won't budge?
Afraid not, Sir Arthur.
We need to find Rothschild.
I'd like to suggest we add that fellow Sharpe to Dunnett's search party.
I make a man an officer today and you want me to send him into the mountains tomorrow.
- Have you no heart, Hogan? - No, sir.
We need somebody to command Dunnett's sharpshooters,
and Sharpe will be much happier up in the mountains than up in the mess.
You know the problem, Sir Arthur.
Not one of us.
Lawford, let me see him.
Lieutenant Sharpe.
Don't be stupid.
Lieutenant Sharpe, sir.
Where did you get the uniform, Sharpe?
Major Hogan, sir.
What's that, Sharpe?
- It's a shilling, sir. - The king's shilling, Sharpe.
Our last shilling.
London's late, the army's broke,
and we owe the lads two months' wages.
Next week, it'll be three.
Bad for the morale.
And more of our Spanish irregular support will melt away without cash.
- What do you do when you're short of cash? - Do without, sir.
You borrow, Richard.
From a bank. Our banker is Nathan Rothschild of London.
Nathan's brother James runs a banking service
from Viennna to Lisbon under Boney's nose
Ten weeks ago,
James set out from Vienna
with the bank draft.
He was to travel across France, across the Pyr�n�es, and into Spain
and make a rendezvous at a place called Casa Antigua.
James Rothschild never turned up.
- But... - Don't!
Don't tell me James is a banker travelling across a country at war.
James is no clerk. He's done this before.
We know he got safely to Torrecastro,
and from there headed south
and is somewhere in these mountains.
So we're going to send out a search party led by...
- Dunnett. - Major Dunnett.
It means going a hundred miles
into occupied French territory.
Care to come along, Sharpe?
- But... - Good. Tomorrow, I go on ahead. Alone.
It attracts less attention and gives me a chance
to contact my Spanish agents who are searching, too.
A small special force of Rifles attached to Dunnett's force will travel a day behind,
in case I need help.
That's where you come in, Richard.
Want you to command the sharp shooters
Sir Arthur.
The men you will be commanding must know nothing of this mission in case of capture.
That is a secret shared between you and your superior officers,
Major Dunnett and Captain Murray
Whatever happens, one of you must get through to Casa Antigua.
You'll find them camped about three miles north of here.
- (Quill scratches) - They like to live rough.
They expect you at dawn tomorrow.
Give this to Captain Murray.
Major Dunnett is an officer of the old school, Sharpe.
He may not erm... He may not approve
of my raising an officer from the ranks
Yes, sir.
He may not erm...
mind his manners.
So you must mind yours.
Sir.
Good luck, Mr Sharpe.
Er Richard
The shilling.
Will he do, Hogan?
Do or die, sir.
Teresa. Quitalos. Venga, rapido!
(Gunshots)
(Battle cries)
Arriba!
Arriba
Allez! Attention!
Attention
Regroupez-vous!
Regroupez-vous
Chosen Men, Sharpe.
They may look like a band of gypsies
but they're the finest marksmen in King George's army.
(Snores)
Oi!
Soldier.
Who goes there?
Lieutenant Sharpe.
95th Rifles.
Forgive me, sir. I didn't see you proper.
- And who are you? - Isaiah Tongue.
Chosen Man, sir.
Chosen Man? Where are the others, Tongue?
In the barn, sir.
Sleeping on sentry's a shooting charge.
If I catch you again, I'll do it myself.
He could have had you shot, Sergeant.
Not me. Major Dunnett doesn't like officers made up from the rank s.
Come on, Isaiah. I want to see what happens when he wakes Harper.
Up!
Up you lazy bastards
(Snoring continues)
Up!
Come on!
Blessings are guarding you, friend.
Can't you see I'm an officer, you bloody bogtrotter?
And I'm Napoleon Bonaparte.
Has anybody seen the new officer?
Major Dunnett told me to find him.
Name? Rank?
Patrick Michael Harper. Chosen Man, sir.
You? Chosen Man?
Show me.
What's this?
Liquor?
Liquor displeases the Lord.
Give it here, Harper, so I can destroy it.
Oh, blimey. A bloody Methodist.
That's best brandy, sir.
Top of the morning, Harper.
who the blazes are you sir?
Lieutenant Sharpe, sir.
These are my orders.
Sharpe.
Sharpe? Are you the fellow
- that Wellesley raised from the ranks? - Sir.
These papers are in order, sir. Seems Sharpe distinguished himself.
Not here he hasn�t
Brawling with common soldiers!
- it won't do Sharpe - No, sir.
(Clears throat)
Harper, you struck an officer.
- it's a shooting matter - I woke him up, sir.
He thought I was an intruder. All my fault, sir.
If you say so.
But we have standards here Sharpe
An officer must behave like a gentleman. Even if he is not a gentleman.
- Yes, sir. - We march in an nor
Form a rearguard.
Full kit in five minutes!
Sweet is the silent mouth, Cooper.
Didn't say a word, did I?
Strange officer, that. Sharpe.
He's not a proper officer.
Proper bastard, though.
- Name? - Cooper. Sir.
Where are you from, Cooper?
- Shoreditch, sir. - Previous employment?
By way of a trader, sir. In property...
and the like.
Would that be other people's property, Cooper?
- You. - Daniel Hagman.
County of Cheshire. Poacher.
So, you're a good shot, then, are you, Hagman?
Aye, I can shoot, sir.
Go on, then.
Show me.
You've defaced the king's uniform, Hagman.
I can put you on a charge for that.
- Well? - Harris. From Wheatley in Oxfordshire.
And previously?
A courtier to my Lord Bacchus and an unremitting debtor.
You're a rake and a wastrel, Harris.
Is there anything you can do?
I can read, sir.
Isaiah Tongue, sir.
Yes, I know that. Where are you from,
- Tongue? - Dunno, sir.
Speak up, man!
Don't know, sir.
What about your family?
Don't know, sir.
Previous employment?
Army, sir.
Just army.
Why are you here, Harper?
You boneheaded Paddy!
So...
The Chosen Men, eh?
Well...
I didn't choose you.
But remember this
I know you all
i've always known you
you and your kind all my life
All I know is how to fight.
So if there's any man amongst you expecting a quick ramble through this war,
now's the time.
Be sure now.
Right. Join the column.
At the double, left face!
Trail arms!
Quick march!
Halt!
Company, halt!
It's that way, sir.
We'll wait for dawn. Sergeant Williams!
Sir!
- We'll make camp now. - Sir!
All right, lads, make camp.
Fletcher, Jones, Edwards - fetch firewood.
Morris and Brown - sentries.
Column dismissed!
Not you Sharpe
Take your men up that slope
and see what the terrain is like for tomorrow.
Well, you heard him.
See? We haven't got a proper officer so we get pushed about like potboys.
(Hammering)
He's not a proper officer.
Never seems to tire.
Hard to catch him off guard.
He let you off light, Sharpe, back in the village.
So why so hard?
He's just not right, Cooper.
He's not happy being an officer.
And mark my words he'll bring us bad luck
We'll do it tomorrow.
In the mountains.
(Trigger clicks)
Vale.
The fire's started.
(Battle cries)
Prepare to fight
Down
Get down!
Or I'll kill him
Rifles! To me!
(High-pitched neighing)
Oh, my God.
Young Perkins, sir.
Not a sound.
No! No!
Perkins, I want you to protect this pennant with your life.
Yes, sir.
Never say die, Perkins.
Never again, sir.
They'll be back for them two.
Up! Keep moving!
No stoppin' till dark.
Tin whistle plays
You're in my light, damn you, Hagman!
I beg your pardon, sir.
But it's Captain Murray.
He's poorly, sir.
Harris.
Figure me this, Harris.
Where is the bugger planning on taking us?
Sorry to be so much trouble.
You did well today, Sharpe.
I did my duty, sir.
(Laughs)
We're lost.
And we've lost Hogan's trail.
Try to find your way...
...to Casa Antigua.
I'll find it, sir.
Don't be too hard on the men, Sharpe.
How can say this without offence?
You see the lads don't like an officer who's come from the ranks
They want an officer to be privileged...
...to be set apart from them...
touched by grace
They think of you as one of them Sharpe
one of the damned
know now hard it must be
Sorry.
Of course I don't...
I don't know.
I'm just trying to think of some practical advice after I've gone.
Oh, yes.
Get Patrick Harper on your side.
Is that an order, sir?
(Laughs)
I want you to have my sword.
Maybe if the men see you carry it...
They'll think I'm a proper officer?
No, they'll think I liked you.
Thank you, sir.
Bloody silly place to die.
Captain Murray's dead.
Bury him.
And what then, him?
We're lost, aren't we?
So we'll be heading south towards Lisbon and home.
My orders are we continue north.
What for? What are we doing up here anyhow?
Did you ask Major Dunnett or Captain Murray to explain their orders, Harper?
No. But with all due respect, Captain Murray and Major Dunnett were proper officers.
Now they're dead, there's no shame in going home.
We go north at dawn to Casa Antigua.
Carry on, Harper.
We've been having a chat.
We?
Me and the lads.
And?
We're not continuing north.
We want to go south.
MEN Aye - What the hell do I care what you want?
Eh?
who the hell do you think you are Harper?
Do you think the British army is a bloody d-d...?
Democracy, sir. Comes from the Greek word demos. It means...
Shut up, Harris!
Dismiss.
I See Captain Murry gave you his sword, sir.
The Captain always said a sword like that put the fear of God in the French.
We're going south, sir.
We'd like you to come with us.
And suppose I don't?
And I get to Lisbon and report you?
They shoot mutineers, Harper.
Best if you come with us, sir.
I go south or you kill me?
That's it?
Very well.
Fetch my pack, Harper.
You Irish scum.
Go on! Finish him off!
- Harper - Come on Harper
- Hit him - He's all yours now Come on
(Men groan)
Come on You've got him now
Come on, Pat!
Come on!
Come on, Mr Sharpe, sir.
Go on!
(Gunshot)
Who the devil are you?
Allow me to introduce Comandante Teresa,
the commander of the guerrillas who fight the French here
And who are you, sir?
I am Major Blas Vivar, Count of Matamoro,
Major General in the Royal Army of His Most Catholic Majesty, Ferdinand VII, King of Spain.
And you sir?
Lieutenant Sharpe.
95th Rifles.
Only a lieutenant?
Perhaps they do not promote you because you fight with your men?
That man is a mutineer, sir.
He'll be taken back to Lisbon and shot.
Tongue, tie him up and take him to the barn.
Spain and England, we are allies.
TERESA What are you doing here?
Don't tell me a stupid lie about being lost 100 miles behind French lines, Lieutenant.
We're looking for the village of Casa Antigua.
That is all I can tell you.
If you were French, I would take a knife and you would tell me all I wanted to know.
But we are allies.
Allies? Do allies keep secrets from each other?
Lovers keep secrets from each other,
yet they still make love.
Er...
Perhaps� perhaps we can help each other
That is what allies are for.
Good.
I'm on my way north to the town of Torrecastro,
carrying important documents from my government to those who resist the French.
The village of Casa Antigua is on our way north, so we can travel together... under my command.
I thought she was in command?
Teresa is seeing us safely
through the mountains
Now'm the senior officer here
Do you agree to travel under my command?
Yeah.
OTHER MEN Yean - I think your men agree.
You ask your men what to do?
Yes. I don't always do it, but I ask.
Don't you?
Or do you just beat them until they do it?
Agreed.
But only until Casa Antigua.
Good.
We march in an hour. We must hurry.
The French colonel will send the scouts after us at dawn.
How do you know it's a colonel? Why not a captain?
Or a major?
Unless you watched us yesterday.
Watched us die and did nothing.
I'm sorry.
So am I.
Now, listen.
I'm in charge here.
Not them, not Harper.
I'm in command.
You follow me.
Speak French, Harris?
Oui, certainement, je parle...
That'll do. I want two boards
and some pitch. Hagman, I want a lantern, a pound of gunpowder and a pound of old iron.
Cooper,
go on sentry.
- And, Perkins... - Sir?
Dig a proper grave for Captain Murray.
Yes, sir.
- Out! - That box on the horse.
They never take their eyes off it.
I heard your man telling you it was full of old documents.
Well, that's not so.
You see, a lot of documents is a lot of paper.
And paper's heavy.
But they lift that box as if it's as light as a feather...
sir.
Take him out, Tongue.
- What's French for "keep out", Harris? - D�fense d'entrer, sir.
Right. Come with me.
Say a short prayer, Tongue.
Yea...
I say yea.
Yea.
COOPER French scots sir
About a mile back!
Fall in, Rifles.
French sir
Ba
Why is that colonel chasing you?
He's chasing you
A full troop of French cavalry?
A full colonel?
No, they're after you.
Why?
Because of what's in that chest
Why?
Because that chest is full of papers and the colonel is a great reader?
That's why?
I don't think you're escorting me
I think I'm escorting you
amigos.
Perkins!
Get this old goat moving!
Look alive, boy!
Sir.
Move, you bastards!
Get up!
Saved you for the firing squad, Harper.
Perkins tells me that you were once a common soldier, a sergeant.
- So I was. - Strange.
In Spain, an officer must be "of the blood".
Un caballero.
righteous but charming A gentleman
Sorry, wrong house, Miss.
Is that why you have trouble with your men?
Perkins told you that, did he?
Yes. He said you were a proper bastard.
He's right.
You may as well know the rest.
My mother was a whore. I was born in a brothel.
Grew up in an orphanage and hope to die in the army. Right?
But the boy Perkins says you saved the life of General Wellesley.
And the Irishman, Harper,
he says that when the English wish to honour a man of courage,
they call him a proper bastard.
You listen to soldiers' gossip, ma'am.
Yes, I do.
You see,
we have two ears but only one mouth.
So a good leader will listen twice as much as he shouts.
I beg your pardon, Mr Sharpe.
But she's as dry as a bone.
She sparks every time, she does.
That rifle does you credit, Hagman.
Thank you, Mr Sharpe.
Oil sir
The secret is not to spare the oil.
So General Wellesley says.
Aye.
Ow! Damn knee!
Old leg wound, Hagman.
Rain plays the devil with it.
Aye. Brown paper and paraffin oil is the only cure for a contrary leg.
I has a contrary arm
on account of an argument with a French hussar...
Oh, bugger it!... which we had...
...at the Battle of Vimieiro.
And which argument
he lost,
on account of me blowing his head off his neck.
But it do itch fierce of a rainy day.
And I find nothing work s so well
as paraffin oil and best brown paper.
- Aye. - Oh, aye.
? Gentle Spanish guitar
She's beautiful, is she not?
Yes.
You never loved a woman?
No.
Not after I paid for it.
So she's like no woman you ever met?
I think you should try to forget her. Because, you see...
...she's no longer a woman.
She was the best student in Salamanca.
She came home to her father's estate.
She was young and happy and hopeful.
She read book s and played music for her mother and sister,
and laughed while she waited for some nobleman
to come and ask her hand in marriage.
The French came instead.
She hid and watched all they did.
She saw them blind her father.
She saw them rape her mother and sister Maria who begged the French to kill them.
They spared her sister
but killed her mother.
At the end, she was raped as well.
When the French were gone, she buried her mother.
And on her grave,
she made a sacred oath.
Death to the French.
She plays no music now.
Nor reads book s. Nor smiles or sings.
But rides the hills
and hunts the French
and hopes to die.
But today...
...I saw her smile.
She smiled at you.
It almost broke my heart.
For that alone, I thank you.
Buenas noches.
(Harper plays a lament)
No that one's a bit sad
I'll play a reel for Miss Teresa.
"Salamanca. "
- Who goes there? - Sharpe. 95th, the Rifles.
Advance and be recognised.
Pass, friend.
Stand easy, Cooper.
Can I ask you a question, sir?
Where did you learn to fight so dirty, sir?
Same place as you, Cooper.
Saturday night in the gutters.
Long way from home, sir.
It never was much of a home, Cooper.
No, sir.
That it weren't.
Did you volunteer for this lot, Cooper?
Er, no, not exactly, sir.
I was invited to join
by a magistrate.
? Here's adieu to all judges and juries
? Justice and Old Bailey, too
? For they bound me to King George's army
? So adieu to old England
? Then it's over the seas that I wander
? To stand to the red, white and blue
? For they gave me the old King's hard bargain
? So adieu to old England
? Adieu
Who untied you, Harper?
Miss Teresa, sir.
What have you got there?
Oh, it's just a little wild bird.
Won't it fly away?
No.
It trusts me.
But you're going to put it in a cage.
It's cold.
It knows it'll get some crumbs in a cage.
Thought wild things liked their freedom
Freedom to starve is no freedom, sir.
Is that why you joined the British army, Harper?
Maybe
Can't be easy to be Irish. Wearing the uniform
of England
No harder than it is for yourself, sir,
having to walk into the officers' mess wearing the uniform of a gentleman.
You fight dirty, Harper.
So do you, sir.
Morning Miss Teresa
Good morning. Morning, Lieutenant.
Morning, Miss. Hope you slept well.
I slept safely.
Thank you.
Now, there's a woman worth fighting dirty for, sir.
Do you smell danger?
I smell French cavalry.
Horse sweat and saddle rot.
- They were here. - Nonsense. Casa Antigua is ahead.
My own people, they would have warned us
Smoke.
Village on fire!
- My village. Vamos! Vamos! - No, it could be a trap.
- Is this the only way into the village? - Yes.
I'll send scouts ahead. Let my men do it. That's what they're trained for.
- Do as he says, Major. - Cooper!
Scouts ahead. Lively!
Major, I'll leave you to secure your precious box and Rifleman Harper.
Teresa, you bring your men with me.
- Miguel, Paco, aqui. - Los dem�s, conmigo.
Retira el cofre.
Venga, movete.
Carlo, Jos�!
(Battle cries)
Mierda.
Yargh!
Harris!
You say you are an Irishman, a prisoner.
Why should you be loyal to the British dogs
who want to take you to Lisbon to shoot you?
Jesus, you took the words out of my mouth.
I can help you.
Give me the box.
Right.
Fine.
But what do I get?
You will be rich.
And if I don't?
You will be dead.
Hm. Well, you're having the best of the argument so far.
Who are you? What are you doing here?
I'm George Parker, travelling with my wife Agatha and my niece Louisa.
We're Methodist missionaries.
Any more of us lot around?
Tell me, Major, why was the colonel trying to draw you away from the canyon?
- Draw me away? - Yes. I speak quite good French.
I heard him tell his men to set fire to the village to draw you away from the canyon.
That chest. You've lost that chest, Major.
I will give you one hundred guineas in gold
and safe passage to America.
America!
That'd be nice.
But you see, the King of England owes me last month's wages.
There is no way I could rest easy in America knowing that bastard owed me a shilling.
You would die for a shilling?
That's what I signed on to do.
You will have to do it, then.
It's a grand day for it.
Chapter and verse, Rifleman Harper.
Well, sir, I met this old fella who was dressed like an undertaker, sir.
There were two other fellas with him
- and they asked me to hand over that old box - So?
We had a bit of a barney, sir.
Rifleman Harper,
you have powder burns on your face.
These are the telltale signs of a half-loaded rifle
A common mistake
understandable among raw recruits
who sometimes discharge their ramrod in the heat of battle,
but unforgivable in a Chosen Man.
- It's called going off at half-cock, Harper! - Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.
(Horses approaching)
Fall in, Rifleman Harper.
Yes, sir.
Thank you very much, sir.
Wait.
Do you not wish your officer to give you some high honours?
Oh, but he did.
He told me to fall in.
Lieutenant Sharpe,
I think it better if you now take command.
Get down!
That fella's the dead spit of you, Major.
Something you want to tell me?
And what are your orders?
Open that chest and tell me what's going on.
I'm sorry, not until we reach Torrecastro.
My orders are to meet someone at Casa Antigua.
But if they are not here...
Your fellow countrymen need your protection to Torrecastro.
Naturally,
as officer commanding, I travel by coach.
Just like a proper officer.
Then it transpired that my poor uncle had left a small legacy
for the purpose of spreading the message of Methodism
to the Papists. Ireland was well spread so it had to be Spain.
So here we are
Mrs Parker and sowing the seed
(Tinderbox lighter strikes)
(Sniffs)
I didn't know Methodists smoked.
Oh, it's for my lungs.
(Speak s Yiddish)
(She chokes and coughs)
(She replies in Yiddish)
(Louisa coughs)
Sorry.
Sorry, I can't.
Not yet.
Sorry.
(Monks chanting in distance)
Gloria patri
et filio et spiritui sancto.
Sicut erat in principio
et nunc et semper
et in saecula saecularum
Amen
Deus, adjutorium meum intende
Domine, ad adjuvandum me festina.
Gloria patri et filio et spiritui sancto
Amen.
Sicut erat in principio et nunc et semper
et in saecula saecularum.
Amen.
Rifles!
Load.
Now I know why they join for life, Cooper.
(Silence)
A meal in a monastery is a bit erm...
Papist for my Methodist tastes, dear Major.
MAJOR the abbot is a Cistercian, but civilised for all that.
A toast.
Death to the French!
ALL Death to the French!
(Major Laughs)
Why do you not drink?
I never liked that toast, Major.
I am a soldier, not an assassin.
Another toast, then.
A safe journey
to Torrecastro. MAJOR: Torrecastro
LOUISA: Torrecastro
Will you not laugh if I tell you a story about Torrecastro
- dear Miss Parker? - I love stories.
You have the soul of a Spaniard.
(Clears throat) Excuse me.
Duty calls. I must see to the sentries.
Excuse me, ladies.
When will you pay me
Says the bells of Old Bailey
When I grow rich
Says the bells of Shoreditch
When will the... Oi, blimey! - Sh!
Is that you in the dress, sir? Nice.
- Give me your picklock, Cooper. - Picklock, sir? Catch me with a picklock?
They did. But when you got out of Newgate prison, you got another set.
- That's the one the officer wants. - Come on!
Do I get it back, sir?
Trust me.
It's very hard to trust a man who wants to borrow your picklock, sir.
(Door creak s)
So...
You could not wait until Torrecastro
Very well, you shall hear the story.
A thousand years ago
the Muslims swept across Spain orn their way to Rome
My ancestors made a stand in these mountains at a hard rock we call Torrecastro.
They were many. We were few.
We died hard.
At sunset my ancestor dying
called on Sant'lago, St James, the saint of Spain.
Sant'lago came. He came with a banner of blood
and a bright sword, and he slew the invaders in their thousands.
And we dipped his banner in the blood and cried ot "Sant'lago
Child of thunder! Child of battle!"
The gonfalon.
The banner of blood,
kept in my family for 1,000 years,
lest we needed Sant'lago to keep his promise.
What promise, Major?
His promise that he would come again if Spain were invaded, as soon as we raise his banner
- over the cape of Torrecastro - Get to the point, Major.
There's only a small French garrison in Torrecastro.
The people of the town know the legend,
secretly believe it.
As soon as we raise the banner over the little chapel,
the people will rise up against the French invader.
Rise up? For a rag on a pole?
Are you mad, Major?
No, it's a legend, Mr Sharpe.
The people believe in it.
As soon as the gonfalon is unfurled,
Sant'lago will surely come with fire and sword.
But it takes time to raise the banner. And before it is unfurled...
The French will come with the sabre.
Exactly
That's why we need you.
Will you help us fight off the French long enough to raise the banner?
You lied to us, Major.
And you, Miss.
You picked us up and we marched with you,
fought for you.
And for what?
For a stupid superstition.
For a... for a rag in a bag.
Not a rag, but the last flag of Spain.
Be damned to you and your rag, sir.
My Rifles march at dawn.
South, sir.
Good night, Miss.
Lieutenant Sharpe!
Surprised to see me Richard?
Oh you've done a grand job a grand job
But now, at dawn tomorrow,
with the help of my agent,
Comandante Teresa whom believe you've already met
I want you to seize the chapel of Torrecastro and hold it against all-comers
until Major Vivar has raised the gonfalon of Sant'lago
over the chapel roof.
Seize Torrecastro?
With six men and a straggle of Spaniards?
It can't be done.
May I remind you of our main mission, sir?
- To find a missing gentleman - Not now, Richard.
Our mission is Torrecastro.
Spain is a sleeping tiger.
If the people of Torrecastro rise up, even for an hour,
the shock will shake the whole of Spain.
- Carry on, sir. - Rise p?
Do you really believe men will fight and die for a rag on a pole, sir?
You do, Richard.
You do.
Richard! I knew you would not march to Torrecastro for a superstition.
I'm like you. I don't believe in virgins or holy candles, but I believe in Spain.
I had to choose between Spain and Richard Sharpe.
- I had no choice! - You did your duty.
Now I must do mine.
Keep him safe and I will light a candle in Torrecastro, Holy Mother.
Why didn't you tell him before?
His burden is great enough.
Besides,
it would ruin his voyage of discovery.
COOPER: Prime the pan, close the steel, butt to the ground
Charge the barrel, spit the ball,
Pop it in with your thumb.
Draw the ramrod, ram it home.
Put it back in its hole.
Bring her back and she's ready to fire
- You wanted to see me, sir? - Yeah, er...
Teresa has a plan
that might improve the odds in or favour
I'd like to know what you think, let you decide.
Tell me.
Torrecastro has strong defences.
We can't attack from the outside.
But there must be a way in.
I will go on ahead. As a Spaniard, I can find it.
No! I forbid it.
Easy dear boy
Easy. I said I'd let you decide,
have the last word
Oh, forget it.
He forbids it.
Who does he think he is?
Who does he think I am?
(Harper plays plaintive tune)
Evening, Sergeant Harper.
- You want to make me sergeant, sir? - Get a needle and thread.
I need a sergeant by dawn.
I'll never make a proper sergeant, sir.
So? I'll never make a proper officer.
Indeed you will, sir. You'll make a grand...
killing officer
Killing officer?
God love you, sir. I thought you would have known.
There are two kinds of officers, sir.
Killing officers
and murdering officers.
Killing officers are poor old buggers who get you killed by mistake.
Murdering officers are mad, bad old buggers who get you killed on purpose.
For a reason, for a country, for a religion.
Maybe even for a flag.
You see that Major Hogan, sir?
That's what I'd call a murdering officer
Teresa!
Oh, that Hogan.
He's a murdering officer all right
Damn it, Hogan! I wish I were down there.
So do I.
So do I. But our first duty is to protect Mrs Parker.
That's my girl, Teresa.
Mmmm! Rica, huh?
Tengo otra muy buena para ti.
(French battle cry)
Jesus!
No!
(Silence)
Mr Sharpe, sir.
Lieutenant Sharpe.
95th Rifles.
Colonel De L'Eclin.
I have the honour to command the garrison in this town.
May I present His Excellency,
the Count of Matamoro.
You know my brother. Major Blas Vivar.
I have the honour of knowing the Count.
The title of Count is in dispute between us,
as, of course, is Spain itself.
Why?
You're a Spaniard.
Why do you fight against your country and your brother?
Politics. I am what is called afrancesado -
- one who suports France - Why?
Bonaparte brings the light of reason.
There are two Spains, Lieutenant.
My brother's Spain is a monastery - silence and superstition
My Spain
is a court - science and scholarship.
If you were Spanish,
- which would you choose lieutenant? - I am neither monk nor prince.
So I would choose a tavern.
You have 30 minutes to surrender.
I suggest
you surrender your sword
and order your men to lay down their muskets.
We don't use muskets.
We use rifles.
My men are all crack shots.
We call them Chosen Men
- They never miss. - I will stop you
raising the banner, but many men will die
for a superstition.
Ten minutes, gentlemen.
Ten minutes.
Hagman.
(Galloping hooves)
(Battle cries)
Perkins!
(Choir sings)
Cheeky bastard!
- Which one, Cooper? - Left, three o'clock.
That'll teach him.
Sant'lago, saint of Spain,
stand with the Chosen Men.
Sant'lago
(Cheering)
- That's my boy! - Ha, ha!
(Cheering)
St James!
ALL St James!
De L'Eclin.
No shooting! He's mine!
(Gunshot)
Who fired that?
Me, sir.
Give him yours, Harper.
Chosen Man, Perkins.
Take a tip, Perkins.
Give it back.
Under Major Hogan's orders, I held Torrecastro long enough to effect an uprising.
I deemed my duty done
and thought it prudent to return to await further orders sir
You did damn well, Sharpe.
Napoleon will be in a fearful rage about Torrecastro.
Heads will roll.
Morale will suffer. Which is all to the good.
Because next month, I mean to cross into Spain and give Marshal Victor a damn good thrashing.
Pity about James Rothschild. I presume
- he's left the country? - On the contrary, sir.
He's here in this room, sir.
Your banker's draft Sir Arthur
How did you know?
You smelt of Turkish tobacco - a kind you can't get in Spain.
You didn't touch your pork at the monastery
And remember speaking Yiddish in the coach?
Sir, you are an edel mensh.
A gentleman
Did you know about that banner, sir?
Well, I knew you'd risk your life for the army's wages,
but I couldn't count on superstition.
Time to go.
Hasta otra, Richard.
No.
Sir Arthur's pleased as punch.
So you say, sir.
Say, is it? And don't I have your promotion for first lieutenant in my pocket.
Wellesley's going to take the army into Spain.
It'll be bugles, battles and bags of glory.
Stick with me, Richard. I'll see you right.
You'll see me dead, sir.
That's my boy!
Oh, well done, Pat. Well done.