Sharpe's Waterloo

Sauvez la France!

Vive l'Empereur! Vive l'Empereur!

Vive l'Empereur!

Vive l'Empereur! Vive l'Empereur!

Vive l'Empereur.

Vive l'Empereur!

Glaivet.

What's he done now?

Nothing.

Perhaps nothing.

What?

All the servants have gone.

Glaivet's gone.

Silly old bugger. Should know better.

He was in Napoleon's Old Guard.

And some of the young men, too.

I knew he was going to flap.

I know those mustachios.

I've seen 'em, shot 'em.

Coming at me, bayonets twirling.

Teeth bared like mad horses, making faces.

At me!

Loyal to you, though.

Or I'd have given him the boot long since.

He's more loyal to his emperor.

He's not his emperor.

We stopped that, sent him packing.

We'll stop him now, as well.

Don't know when he's beat, Boney.

We'll put him down deep this time.

You swore you would never march again.

I know.

- Well? - I did.

I shall not fight.

Please!

Yes.

I've had a bellyful of fighting. Too much.

But...

I've never before...

not in all those years in Spain, come up against Napoleon.

His very self.

None of us did. Not even Wellington.

And what should I do if I left Wellington to fight without me? Eh?

I could never look him in the eye again.

Not that I ever did.

I must go. Lucille.

This last time.

For fear it might end without me.

It's my work.

It's what I do.

I'm good at it.

Was

I shall come.

I cannot lose you.

What, you?

To spy for Boney?

Perhaps.

No. Don't.

They'll hang you.

And I couldn't have that.

I couldn't bear to lose you.

Lucille, it is you now for ever.

I am suited in love and life, I do declare it.

- Oh, but I... - No, no.

Aye.

I'll come back. I shall.

I'll not be killed.

They've tried.

Get on!

# Old Wellington they scratched his bum

# They says, Boney lad, thee's had thee fun

# My riflemen will win the day

# Over the hills and far away

# O'er the hills and o'er the main

# Through Flanders. Portugal and Spain

# King George commands and we obey

# Over the hills and far away...

My Lord. Lady Frances...

Good afternoon, my lord.

Howzat!

Good ball. John.

- Very handy. - Good ball. John.

- Thank you. - Well done, John!

What is he doing?

She's a commoner.

Hm!

The hat says it all.

He hooks splendid.

Guard. Your Royal Highness?

It is not a game we Dutch play.

Which is why I gave you young men for your staff, all good cricketers.

You've Tom Doggett the other end.

I gave you him

and I gave you Sharpe.

Where is Sharpe? Duty?

Sharpe bowls fiendish.

You must learn, all of you. You and the Belgians. Do you good, serve you well.

We are determined we shall, sir.

You must warn them they've been picked for our team now.

They'll not fight for Bonaparte again, sir.

Howzat!

Your Royal Highness...

The Prince of Orange...

They wanted to give him command over me.

Better counsel prevailed.

You were beat only by a whisker, Your Royal Highness.

But surely. Baron. Like you.

The Prince played cricket at Eton?

His Highness has played everything,

but learnt...

very little...

anywhere.

Though I've done my best.

Eton and Oxford flowed over him,

without so much as ruffle his hair.

Berlin... quite entertained him.

Excuse me, Your Grace.

Good show. Good show.

Well bowled, young Rossendale.

And Frances in her condition.

- And what is her condition. Aunt? - What?

Her condition?

No business of yours, Johnny.

And you are beyond the pale.

I shall not receive your... your...

You can count on it, you may not present her.

Go away, young woman!

Oh.

I say. Isn't that Sharpe's wife?

She's quite charming, you know.

I know

Might we not have invitations to the ball?

It's the event of Brussels.

She is another man's wife.

Come to that, so's Lady Frances,

who wanders off so happily into the trees with our esteemed commander.

Yes, however her husband is not here to see it.

I'm sure you're very brave, but aren't you just a little apprehensive?

- Of what? - Of her husband.

Ah.

Would be

were he here.

But he ain't. I looked at the list.

Did you think of glancing at the Prince of Orange's list?

Silly Billy's list don't apply to Sharpe. Half-pay captain.

Your half-pay captain got his lift to colonel

by making up the numbers on Orange's staff.

Colonel?!

Oh, God.

It's not just his wife, do you see?

Other considerations.

Such as I took quite a lot of his money as well as her.

Which will encourage him to seek me out, I don't doubt at all.

Servant, Aunt.

Good Lord!

Jane!

You.

Take this invitation to Lord Rossendale.

Hm!

Argh!

Arr黎ez!

- Squadron, halt! - Captain.

Send a good man and give this to Wellington.

I do believe Boney has humbugged him.

I shall go back, see more. Come on!

Prepare to attack!

Charge!

What will you do?

If we...

- You are not received... - Not the damn ball.

What will you do when you meet Richard? Run?

Do you wish me dead?

No.

I wish my husband dead.

You have not faced battle before.

- What do you know of it? - A great deal.

Richard rarely talked of it, but...

...I have thought the field of battle to be very...

noisy

very confusing.

And very deadly.

The thought occurs that...

one is in as much danger from one's own side as from the enemy.

And nobody ever really knows what might be happening.

For the black fog of the powder...

and the intensity and speed of the onslaught...

often...

Oh, you are a witch.

You do bewitch.

Yes, you are.

Find him.

Shoot him.

Cut him down from behind.

Kill him on that gory field

where one body more or less matters little.

With gun,

sword...

With the hooves of your great charger

which you ride so... magnificently.

I ache...