Sharpe

Sir Augustus:
Captain Sharpe and I have met. You are late, sir, and I cannot abide unpunctuality.

Sharpe:
I'm sorry I'm late, my Lord, the inspection of the rocket battery ran to a full hour, sir.

Wellington:
I am not happy you did not get me my horses, Sharpe. You think there may be something in these rockets, Sharpe?

Sharpe:
Not as to accuracy, sir, but they play merry hell with the morale of poorly led men, sir. The sound is shocking.

Wellington:
Scared you, did they?

Sharpe:
[deadpan] I was terrified, sir.

Sir Augustus:
Are you...uh...sure that Captain Sharpe is the right man to send with the ransom? He won't cut and run if somebody lets off a gun, will he?

Teresa:
Who is this fool?

Sir Augustus:
I have not come here, my Lord, to hear this man explaining about his rockets. What about my wife, sir?

Wellington:
You have the money?

Sir Augustus:
Five hundred golden guineas.

Wellington:
Good. The deserters have demanded that the ransom be delivered by Captain Sharpe.

Sir Augustus:
Oh, I wonder why, sir. It's probably because he knew one of the ruffians when he was a private soldier. That's what comes of raising from the ranks. Personally, my Lord, I don't hold with it.

Sharpe:
My Lord if I may speak? [Wellington nods] Sir Augustus is probably correct in speculating that whoever asked for me served under me in the ranks. I was a Sergeant and a stickler for duty, so it's fair to assume that whoever it is wants to settle a score and slit my throat. But, if Sir Augustus does not trust me, I am more than willing to step down, and let him take the gold himself, sir.

Sir Augustus:
[looking uncomfortable] Well! I am willing to accept Captain Sharpe as a messenger if you are, my Lord.

Wellington:
Let's have it Nairn.