Waterloo Page #5

and that'll be the end of it.

Tell him the roads are

the same for everyone. True?

- True?

- Yes, Sire.

Tell him to walk faster.

You may fight your battle,

Field Marshal.

- Where is Grouchy and his men?

- He is following us step by step.

He is not between us.

- What is the time, Hay?

- It's ten to two, sir.

Muffling, I must ask you

to go out once more tonight.

Oblige me with a fresh horse, sir.

I beg Marshal Blucher to come

to Waterloo by one o'clock.

Don't you see, Uxbridge?

If Grouchy comes between us...

And catches the Prussians

strung out on the march...

Then it would be just

a matter of counting our dead.

With such a risk,

dare we rely on Blucher?

We have to rely on

each other, Uxbridge.

Gentlemen.

Who did you give your watch to, Hay?

Somerset, sir.

Expecting to die tomorrow?

I don't like those thoughts.

Having them

sometimes makes them come true.

Get your watch back. Tomorrow I will

ask you the time every five minutes.

Shall I send for Doctor Larrey?

Should I call the doctor?

No, no, no. No doctor.

What are you looking at?

What?

Get out. Out, out, out.

Everyone out.

I mustn't be sick.

I must have strength for tomorrow.

My body is dying,

yet my brain is still good.

Will it never stop raining?

- We're 140,000 men.

- We're not the half of it.

That's counting the French as well.

Eat your soup

while you've got your belly.

Have you seen our new Corporal?

- 'Morning, Corporal!

- He doesn't talk to the likes of us.

Did you have bacon for breakfast?

- 'Morning, Ramsey.

- 'Morning. Filthy night, wasn't it?

- 'Morning, gentlemen.

- Good morning, Sire.

This one.

- What are you all staring at?

- Are you all right, Sire?

That was last night.

I've never felt better in my life.

Come, we eat.

I'm afraid this afternoon,

you will need bigger napkins.

We attack at nine.

What is the ground like?

It will not dry before noon, Sire.

We've fought in mud before.

That's true.

- What's that?

- Sunday morning.

The priest in Plancenoit

won't give up his mass.

Well, he won't have much

of a congregation.

I'm not asleep, Drouot.

Sire, we need four hours. The ground

is too soft to move my cannon.

Waiting four hours

would have lost me Austerlitz.

Wellington won't hold us an hour with

his English, Brunswickers and Belgians.

- I cannot answer for my cannon.

- You are the cannon, Drouot.

It would be better

to attack at twelve.

Battles are lost and won

in a quarter of an hour.

If Wellington were on the move,

I would say, go now.

But he is sitting

with the mud in his favour.

In his favour?

Sir?

Uxbridge.

In case anything should happen to you,

what are your plans?

To beat the French.

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