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: Gimme a pick-lock, Cooper. Cooper
: Pick-lock, sir? Catch me with a pick-lock! Patrick Harper
: They did, Coop. But when you got out of Newgate prison, you got another set, and that's the one the officer wants. Cooper
: Do I get it back, sir? Richard Sharpe
: Trust me. Cooper
: It's very hard to trust a man who wants to borrow your pick-lock, sir.
: Sweet is the silent mouth, Cooper. Cooper
: Didn't say a word, did I?
: Can I ask you a question, sir? Where'd you learn to fight so dirty, sir? Richard Sharpe
: Same place as you, Cooper. Saturday night in the gutters. Cooper
: Long way from home, sir. Richard Sharpe
: Never was much of a home, Cooper. Cooper
: No, sir. That it weren't. Richard Sharpe
: Did you volunteer for this lot, Cooper? Cooper
: Uh no, not exactly sir. I was invited to join... by a magistrate.
: Name? Cooper
: Cooper, sir. Richard Sharpe
: Where you from, Cooper? Cooper
: Shoreditch, sir. Richard Sharpe
: Previous employment? Cooper
: By way of a trader, sir. In... property and the like. Richard Sharpe
: Would that be other people's property, Cooper?
: [about Sharpe
] He's no proper officer. Never seems to tire, hard to catch him off guard. Cooper
: He let you off light, Harps. Back in the village. So why so hard? Patrick Harper
: It's just not right, Cooper. He's not happy being an officer. And mark my words, he'll bring us bad luck.
[thinks it over
] Patrick Harper
: We'll do it tomorrow. In the mountains.
: [Watching Cooper dig in a muddy trench
] Dig! You don't dig, you don't eat! Rifleman Cooper
: [Notices Sharpe
] Officer coming, Sarn't. Hakeswill
: That ain't an officer I know Mr. Leftenant Sharpe
[holds his hands according to speech
: when me and Sharpe was like that! And that is me on top! Rifleman Cooper
] Oh yes, oh yes...
: [Gazing in horror at Badajoz
] It's time to go mad!
: [talking about the arrival of Wellington's relatives
] Well, I've never seen him sweat like that before. Poor old Nosey. Rifleman Cooper
: I weren't looking at him, I was looking at the young lady.
: Sarge? Where are we off to, Sarge? Patrick Harper
: We're going to join up with a man called Sharpe, lads. Rifleman Perkins
: You mean we're all gonna die?
: [the Chosen Men are trying to scare the newly arrived 60th Rifles
] May God help them, Mr. Cooper. Rifleman Cooper
: These poor souls, don't know Mr. Sharpe, do they, Sgt. Harper? Patrick Harper
: They don't Mr. Cooper Rifleman Hagman
: They don't know Mr. Sharpe saved Wellington's life, do they, Sgt. Harper? Patrick Harper
: They don't Mr. Hagman. Harris
: They don't know Mr. Sharpe shot three dragoons out of the saddle in thirty seconds do they, Sgt. Harper? Patrick Harper
: They certainly don't, Mr. Harris. Rifleman Hagman
: I bet they don't know Mr. Sharpe shot a man just for having rust on his trigger! Rifleman Cooper
: They don't, Mr. Hagman. Rifleman Perkins
: I bet they don't know Mr. Sharpe shot an officer, just for having dust on his buttons!
[the others pause and stare at Perkins
] Patrick Harper
] Well what was it Mr. Sharpe says makes a good soldier, Mr. Cooper? Rifleman Cooper
: Remind me again, Sarge. Patrick Harper
: What Major Sharpe says makes a good soldier is the ability to be able to fire three rounds a minute, in any weather. Rifleman Cooper
: Oh I should remember that. Patrick Harper
: Shush, boys. Here he comes: the Devil himself!