Spain 1812
After
the siege of Cuidad Rodrigo, the Dule of Wellington plans
to lay siege to Badajoz. Meanwhile, Teresa tells
Sharpe he is now the father of their daughter, Antonia,
who is in their target city of Badajoz.
A new draft arrives from England with Col. Windham and
Capt. Rymer. In charge of the men is Sgt. Hakeswill, a murderous
figure from Sharpe's past in India. Hakeswill becomes
obsessed with Teresa and plans to use her to revenge himself
on Sharpe.
Sharpe is told that the regiment no longer has a place for
him as a captain, but he chooses to stay on as lieutenant and
is made Quartermaster. In a bid for promotion he requests
permission to lead the Forlorn Hope when the breach at Badajoz
is stormed, but he is refused.
Sharpe is given the task of guiding Capt. Rymer and the Forlorn
Hope to the breach. He watches as they are repulsed leaving
many, including Rymer, dead. Against his previous orders,
Sharpe takes his Chosen Men to the breach and leads the storming. They
are successful.
Sharpe
frantically looks for Teresa, but Hakeswill gets there
first, intent on raping her. After a fight, Hakeswill is
injured and flees. Sharpe has reason to be happy, he holds
his daughter for the first time and is given command of the Light
Company again, together with his captaincy. Burt will
his happiness be short lived? |
| Teresa: All men should have daughters. It puts honey on their tongues. |
Wellington: I think you're a rogue, Sharpe. But you're one of my rogues
and you're on my side. I don't want you dead. |
[Hakeswill tries
to rape Teresa]
Hakeswill: Now open your legs ever so wide, and lie still as a dead'un! |
Hakeswill: What's to happen is, you will become proper soldiers. And
draw tunics of the red bright light company of the South
Essex, and you will hand in your precious rifle guns and
draw proper muskets to go along with being proper dressed.
Fit for soldiers at last!
[speaks into his hat]
Hakeswill: Never thought you'd
see it, did you, Mother? You hate me, don't you? Well, I hate you.
[speaks into his hat again]
Hakeswill: I do, I do, I do.
I hates 'em! Who said that? I heard that. Mad? Oh, no, I ain't mad. Not so's
I don't know. |
Richard
Sharpe: That rifle's loaded and rammed, Sergeant.
Hakeswill: Sir?
Richard Sharpe: Did you know, Sergeant?
Hakeswill: Me, sir? No, sir, never, sir!
Richard Sharpe: This yours, Sergeant?
Hakeswill: No, sir. Not me, sir. Him, sir. Private 'Arper, sir!
Richard Sharpe: Well how many more are loaded?
[puts rifles under Hakeswill's chin, pulls trigger, nothing happens]
Richard Sharpe: Harris!
[throws him the rifle]
Richard Sharpe: Cooper! Hagman!
Perkins!
[threatens Hakeswill with Harper's volley gun]
Richard Sharpe: They say you
can't be killed, Sergeant Hakeswill. It is known. 'Come with me, my lads, for
I cannot die. I'm going to live for ever, for they tried to hang me once but
did not do it.' I could almost believe it.
Except in the case of someone you tried to kill, Sergeant Hakeswill... and did
not do it. I wonder who that might be, Sergeant. You're a dead man, Obadiah.
BANG! |
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