Sharpe's Waterloo

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.

Doggett:
[to the Prince of Orange] You, sir, are a silk stocking full of sh*t.

Wellington:
Your Regiment, Sharpe!

Richard Sharpe:
Prince of... South Essex! ADVANCE! [regiment walks off towards the French] 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 sh*t!

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] 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] Somebody give him a sword! [turns back to Rossendale] 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] No, by God I'll fillet you anyway!

Uxbridge:
[intervenes] Enough! [looks down at Rossendale] 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] 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!

Harper:
Do you still want to see Boney?

Sharpe:
More than ever.Might ask him for a job.

[the Prince of Orange rides to Wellington's side]

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:
[skeptically] Has he been?

Prince William of Orange:
We're holding the woods, I do believe... yes.

Uxbridge:
[looks around] Where are your men?

Prince William of Orange:
Fighting... fighting.

[the Dutch troops stream past, clearly running away]

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:
[draws his sword] Some of them, Lord Uxbridge, some of them. [spurs after them] Come back here, you cowards!

Wellington:
I never mind men running as long as they come back.

Wellington:
[to the retreating Dutch troops] 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. Uxbridge!

Uxbridge:
Wellington?

Wellington:
When?

Uxbridge:
Oh, they do come, I assure you. What of the Prussians. Any word at all?

Wellington:
I told the Prussians we'll support them but only if not attacked here. They'll have to fight without us today.

Wellington:
If your corps is coming up, as you assure me, how close do you think they are? I want them to clear that road, I want it handsomely arranged with guns.

Uxbridge:
Very close.

Wellington:
How close?

Uxbridge:
Close. Coming up.

[He turns around to look for them]

[as Wellington sits down to dinner, the night before the battle]

Uxbridge:
What do you do tomorrow?

Wellington:
What do you eat, Uxbridge?

Uxbridge:
[impatiently] Much the same.

Wellington:
Does the army want for anything?

Uxbridge:
Damn it, what do you do tomorrow? What plans have you?

Wellington:
Plans?

Uxbridge:
I am second in command! I ought to know!

Wellington:
As soon as Napoleon Bonaparte tells me what *he's* going to do, I shall know what *I'm* going to do, and I shall tell you. But as Boney has not yet confided in me, I cannot confide in you. So, to your beef, Uxbridge. [Uxbridge exits in a huff]

Wellington:
[under his breath] Adulterous rogue.

Witherspoon:
[taking out a notebook] What time?

Richard Sharpe:
What?

Witherspoon:
What time did it stop? The cannonade. I have it as ten minutes of midday, but the Duke likes it accurate, you see.

Richard Sharpe:
What time is it now?

Witherspoon:
Oh, uh... [fumbles with his pocketwatch] Four minutes after midday, save a few...

Richard Sharpe:
You'd best write down that they're coming, then.

Witherspoon:
Coming?

Richard Sharpe:
The French are advancing.

[Witherspoon looks into the woods, where a huge French column is advancing]

Witherspoon:
Ah, so they are. Thank you, my dear fellow, I might have missed that.

[as the French advance on La Haye Sainte, beating their drums and shouting "Vive L'Empereur!"]

Patrick Harper:
In all the years that I've been fighting the French... I have become sick and bloody tired of that shite music that they play.

[as the French artillery commence fire, beginning the Battle of Waterloo]

Uxbridge:
[lifting a glass of sherry] Gentlemen, I give you today's fox.