Sharpe's Battle (1995 TV Movie)
Loup: No more of my men will die in this god forsaken place.
Richard Sharpe: They will if I find them.
[Perkins is badly wounded]
Perkins: [sobs] Sorry, Sarge!
Patrick Harper: You're gonna be all right, lad.
Perkins: Dan! Dan! Give me a tune, Dan!
Hagman: [sings] O'er the hills, and o'er the main, to Flanders, Portugal and Spain, King George commands and we obey...
Perkins: [sobs] Mother!
Patrick Harper: She's with ya, lad! Mothers never leave you!
Perkins: [sobbing] I'm sorry, Sarge...
Patrick Harper: Oh, my God... Oh, my God... Nobody touches O'Rourke! That bastard's mine!
Major Mungo Munro: Perfect! We've sent a regicide to train a palace guard!
Patrick Harper: O'Rourke! I'll find you, O'Rourke!
[a group of the renegade Irish appear, and Harper blasts them with his volley gun. Only O'Rourke is left standing]
O'Rourke: Sergeant Harper... you know I've no quarrel with a fellow Irishman.
[He raises his musket and pulls the trigger. It clicks empty]
Patrick Harper: A good soldier always looks after his weapon, Private O'Rourke.
[O'Rourke yells and charges with his bayonet. Harper disarms him and spins him around]
Patrick Harper: O'Rourke, this one's for Perkins...
Patrick Harper: This one's for Ireland...
[stabs him again]
Patrick Harper: And this one's for me!
[stabs him one last time. O'Rourke falls, dead]
[while Loup is holding Lucy as a hostage, he tries to rape her. She smashes a bottle over his head, pushing him away. He brushes glass out of his hair and laughs]
Loup: What are you going to do with that, my lady? Kill me?
[She holds the bottle to her own neck]
Lady Kiely: You will not defile me, sir. On my child's life, you will not.
[Loup pauses, uncertain. He takes a step toward her, and she nicks herself, drawing blood]
Lady Kiely: I will do it, as God sees me.
Loup: [sighs] My men will show you to your quarters.
Loup: You have two of my men?
Richard Sharpe: Not for long.
Loup: Might I remind you, Major, of the rules of war?
Richard Sharpe: Raping women? Killing babies and young children? What you did here isn't war!
Loup: I police these mountains, Major, to protect our supply lines from guerillas. The chief weapon of the guerilla, Major, is horror. Horror! So, I make sure that I am more horrible than my enemy.
Richard Sharpe: [Harper has dragged out the two Frenchmen captured whilst raping women and killing children] Harper!
Patrick Harper: Sir!
Richard Sharpe: Put them up against the wall. I want a fireing squad ready.
[In responce, all of the riflemen and members of the South Essex form two lines as the squad]