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Sharpes Enemy

Posted By: comgar

Sharpes Enemy
1 hour | TV XVID | AVI | MPEG-148000Hz | 528x336 | 130 kb/s tot , Joint Stereo LAME 3.96r | 698 MB
Genre: Action, Drama, War

Portugal 1813

French, Portuguese and British deserters have banded together and taken over the village of Adrados. They are led by 'Marshal Pot au Feu' and Sharpe's old enemy, Obadiah Hakeswill, and they have two English women as hostages. Sarah Dubreton, wife of a French officer and Lady Isabella Farthingdale, the Portuguese wife of Sir Augustus Farthingdale.

In Wellington's camp, Sharpe is putting Lt. Gilliland and his rocketeers through their paces. Sir Augustus Farthingdale arrives with the ransom for his wife but is appalled at the idea of Sharpe, raised from the ranks, taking it. Teresa escorts Sharpe and Harper part of the way to Adrados. When they get to the village, they spot two Frenchmen and assume they are deserters. They soon realise it is Sarah Dubreton's husband and his sergeant on the same rescue mission.

The four men finally get to see the hostages, but Hakeswill has increased the ransom, giving Sharpe five days to come up with the extra money or the women will be raped. Dubreton tells Sharpe that Maj. Ducos, Napoleons spy master, has forbidden any extra payment. Sharpe decides to mount a rescue.

Hakeswill escapes to wreak his revenge on Teresa. He is captured by Dubreton and handed over to the British to face justice. Nairn receives information that the French intend to invade Portugal from Adrados and decides to thwart the plan. Sharpe is promoted to Major and given command of the 60th Rifles in order to secure the safety of the women and prevent the French from taking the town.

Quotes

Teresa: [to Sir Augustus] If you were a man, I would call you out, force you to fight a duel, and kill you.

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Richard Sharpe: No wonder Harris reads Voltaire. Listen: Dieu ne pas pour le gros battalions, mais pour sequi teront le meilleur.
Teresa: God is not on the side of the big battalions, but of the best shots.
Richard Sharpe: Not bad for a Frog, eh?

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Wellington: Discipline is only a rabble-rouser's shout from anarchy!

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Teresa: Harper, I have half a bottle of the best Irish whisky from the Irish priests at Salamanca.
Richard Sharpe: You speak a word and you're dead, Harper.
Patrick Harper: I'll be dead, but, sir, I'll be drunk.



Patrick Harper: [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: [resumes] 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!
[Sharpe arrives]