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خلاصه فیلم افتخار شارپ تیز: 1813. دشمن قدیمی بزرگ شارپ، Ducos بزرگ، یک مارکز جوان زیبا را به اشتباه متهم به شکنجه تجاوز می کند. شوهرش به دوئل می گوید. اما زمانی که شوهر صبح روز بعد مرده است، شارپ دستگیر و قبل از یک دادگاه رزمی به ارمغان می آورد، و به نظر می رسد حتی پاتریک هارپر و مردان انتخاب شده می توانند شارپ را از یک حلق آویز نجات دهند یا افتخار خود را نجات دهند.

Sharpe Sharpe's Honour (1994): 1813. Major Sharpe's old enemy, Major Ducos manipulates a beautiful young marquesa into falsely accusing Sharpe of rape. Her husband calls Sharpe out in a duel. But when the husband is found dead the next morning, Sharpe is arrested and brought before a court martial, and it seems not even Patrick Harper and the Chosen Men can save Sharpe from a hanging, or rescue his honour.

Country: UK
Locations: Ukraine
Keywords: 19th century, 1810s, year 1813, fifth part, retreat

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La Marquesa: It's bloody freezing! Patrick Harper: Must be the weather, maam.

Aide: Should I serve sherry to the Spanish officers, sir? Wellington: Damn it, Stokeley, it's an execution, not a bloody christening.

Ducos: You've had it easy in this war, Helene. Fluttering your eyelashes and living in Spanish splendour with your dear husband, the Marques. La Marquesa: I married him at Napoleon's request. I can't enjoy having him grunt all over me while I stole information for people like you. Ducos: I never considered it. La Marquesa: But then you've never had sex.

Capt. Peter D'Alembord: I've been speaking with some of the Spanish officers. The Marques is a very fine swordsman. He's been taking lessons in Paris from Boulet! Richard Sharpe: Well, he can take lessons in Spain from me.

La Marquesa: Good bye, Raoul. Come soon! [she leaves in a coach] La Marquesa: But then again, you always do.

Father Hacha: Your husband is dead, Marquesa. La Marquesa: I find it hard to tell the difference.

Patrick Harper: Can I ask you where we're going, sir? Nairn: Over the hills, sergeant, and far away. Patrick Harper: Right. Which hills and how far?

Mother Superior: I hope you are well. La Marquesa: I hope you're in excruciating pain. Mother Superior: Father Hacha has told me of your deep desire to repent. La Marquesa: I haven't sinned enough yet.

[Sharpe and La Marquesa are escaping a monastery] Mother Superior: Stop! La Marquesa: Too late, sister. I'm off to commit adultery. Lots of it.

Sharpe: Drunk again, Harper? Harper: Oh, me too, sir.

Sharpe: Bloody French on one side, partisans on the other... and we're stuck here with the woman who had me hung. Harper: God does work in mysterious ways.

Nairn: His name was Liam Dooley. He and his brother were going to be hanged for looting a church. I made them an offer. One could live, but one would die. Liam called heads. It was a very bad call.

Ducos: You have failed me, priest. Father Hacha: I do not understand. Ducos: Sharpe is alive. The Marquesa is free. The English come. Father Hacha: [frightened] Sharpe is dead. I saw him hanged. Ducos: [shoots Hacha] You call me a liar?

Nairn: He may already be dead. Harper: You tried that one before, sir.

Nairn: [re: the Marquesa] Did he interrogate her? Patrick Harper: [deadpan] He was at her all night.

Major Vaughan: Do you have anything to say? Richard Sharpe: Permission to die in my rifleman's jacket, sir? Major Vaughan: Denied.

Rifleman Cooper: 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? Patrick Harper: No, lad. Mister Sharpe may be dead in the eyes of French, but to you and me he's as lively as an eel. Hagman: Just a minute. Rifleman Harris: How, Sarge? Patrick Harper: You know the Army, boys. They couldn't hang a curtain even if they tried. [They all laugh]

Patrick Harper: [Enters as Sharpe is in the middle of a fight] Hello sir! Richard Sharpe: What kept you? Patrick Harper: I'm a father, sir! A wee little boy! Patrick Jose -... Richard Sharpe: [while already exiting] Congratulations, I'll buy you a drink in Vittoria!

Trumper Jones: [to Cooper and Perkins, outside the tent in which Ramona is giving birth] What the devil is going on here? Rifleman Perkins: We're delivering a baby, sir! Trumper Jones: What? [Takes a quick peek inside the tent and immediately backs out again] Trumper Jones: Right. Carry on!

Trumper Jones: [In court] The 'sword practice'... Major Vaughan: Please, refer to the duel as... well, the 'duel'!

Wellington: [Watching the common soldiers celebrating] Scum of the earth, Nairn. Nairn: But what damn fine fellows we made of them, sir! Wellington: Quite.

[the Chosen Men are preparing to prevent Sharpe from hanging] Sgt. Patrick Harper: Perkins, Hagman, kill anyone who tries to stop us. [They nod] Sgt. Patrick Harper: Let's go. Capt. Peter D'Alembord: You will stay *exactly* where you are! Sgt. Patrick Harper: [belligerently] Says who? [more respectfully] Sgt. Patrick Harper: Sir? Capt. Peter D'Alembord: Wellington. [the entire Light Company surrounds the Chosen Men]

Rifleman Perkins: [the riflemen are telling jokes and laughing] I got one for you! Where does Napoleon keep his armies? Rifleman Harris: I don't know, Perkins. Where does Napoleon keep his armies? Rifleman Perkins: Up his sleevies! [the riflemen laugh]

Wellington: If Sharpe is found not guilty, the Spanish will never believe us or trust us again. They want justice. Nairn: I think they should get it, sir... whatever the verdict.

General Pakenham: Major Sharpe, a gentleman you may not be but you will behave as one in this court! Do I make myself clear?

[after Sharpe is believed to be hanged] Capt. Peter D'Alembord: Damn waste, Harper. Patrick Harper: It was damn murder, sir.

Nairn: So you believe in ghosts, do you sergeant? Patrick Harper: I believe in God the Father, God the Son and the sidhe ridin' the wind.

La Marquesa: You saved my life. Richard Sharpe: You tried to end mine. La Marquesa: I've never met you. Richard Sharpe: Well, do you hear that, Pat? She's never met me. Patrick Harper: You're bleeding, sir. Don't move. Richard Sharpe: What about my shameful suggestions? La Marquesa: What? Richard Sharpe: Oh, she's denying me now, Pat. After all we've been through. Patrick Harper: I hear her, sir. Richard Sharpe: You think she'd remember the man who got down on his knees, drunk mind you, and crawled on her floor begging Her Ladyship to sleep with her. Bugger! Patrick Harper: I'd remember it. Richard Sharpe: Aye! So would I. The man lost his honour because of the lady's lies. Stripped of his rank... hung on a rope. La Marquesa: Who are you? Richard Sharpe: You know who I am. My name is Sharpe.

El Matarife: You must count the ways of your death. Sharpe: The dead don't count, El Matarife.

Wellington: [concerning the French] We've got them running, Nairn! We're going to chase them out of Spain into France, and drown them in the Channel!

Harper: [discussing Sharpe's depression] He needs a good battle. Ramona: He needs a good woman. Harper: He had one, but he lost her. He went and lost her, so he did.

General Verigny: You make me feel... La Marquesa: ...sixty again? [both laugh] General Verigny: Oh, you have a wicked tongue!