Waterloo Page #6

Dramatic fellows, these French.

Music and banners.

Quite beautiful.

You're a lucky fellow, Hay, to see

such wonder in your first battle.

- Your Grace!

- What is it, Hay?

Over there, near the road!

His white horse! The monster.

So there's the great thief

of Europe himself.

Napoleon has ridden within range.

May I have permission to try a shot?

Certainly not.

Commanders have something better

to do than fire at each other.

Killing is a brotherly business,

isn't it, de Lancey?

- Shall I shut them up, sir?

- No.

No, indulge it.

Anything that wastes time

this morning, indulge it.

Normally, I don't like cheering.

But there's always a time

to cut cards with the devil.

Would you kindly announce me?

- Who's the lad who leathers the French?

- Our Atty!

I've no need of a white horse

to puff me, by God.

- Who gives salt to Marshal Soult?

- Our Atty!

- Who gave Johnny Francois a jolt?

- Our Atty!

- Who will peck Boney's bum?

- Our Atty!

- Who makes the "Parlez-vous" to run?

- Our Atty!

- Who's the boy with the hooky nose?

- Our Atty!

- Who's the lad who leathers the French?

- Our Atty!

- Who's the boy to kick Boney's arse?

- Our Atty!

Come on, get me out.

Drouot was right.

This mud may kill us.

The only enemy I fear is nature.

The battle orders, Sire.

There are more orders here than

there were for the siege of Troy.

You can tell by the position of his guns

that his might is on the right side.

He is afraid of his right.

All right.

Therefore that's where

we'll tease him.

We'll have a diversionary action.

We tease his right side. If he weakens

his centre to support the right -

- Then I will know the calibre

of this English aristocrat.

Gentlemen... today's fox.

- Clever chap, your tailor, Hay.

- Dunmore and Locke's in St. James.

Remind me of that de Lancey.

I like my men well dressed.

For the enemy.

- La Bedoyere?

- Yes, Sire.

Do you have children?

Yes. I have one son. Very young.

No taller than your boot.

And would you want him

to be with you today?

Yes.

- Yes? Why?

- So he could see you, Sire.

See me...

I have a son.

I would give anything to see him.

I'd give my heart, my life.

But not here.

I wouldn't want him

to witness this battle today.

His main strength

is beyond that hill.

What he shows me is only a facade.

He is clever. Clever.

We'll begin the attack there.

At Hougoumont.

Well, that opens the ball.

Thirty-five minutes past eleven.

Thank you, gentlemen.

Return to your positions.

Fire!

Battalion, advance!

He's committed Foye's division.

He intends to turn us on the right.

What he seems to intend

and what he does. -

- Will be as different as

white knight to black bishop.

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