Sharpe's Rifles

Rifleman Hagman: Daniel Hagman, poacher.

Richard Sharpe: You a good shot, then, Hagman?

Rifleman Hagman: Aye, I can shoot, sir.

Richard Sharpe: Go on, then. Show me.

[He pulls a beret out of Hagman's belt, and tosses it into the air. Hagman fires his rifle. Sharpe picks up the beret and shows him the hole in it]

Richard Sharpe: You've defaced the King's uniform, Hagman. I could put you up on a charge for that.

Rifleman Tongue: Isiah Tongue, sir!

Richard Sharpe: Yes, I know that. Where you from, Tongue?

Rifleman Tongue: [mumbling] No, sir...

Richard Sharpe: Speak up, man!

Rifleman Tongue: Don't know, sir!

Richard Sharpe: What about your family?

Rifleman Tongue: Don't know, sir!

Richard Sharpe: Previous employment?

Rifleman Tongue: Army, sir. Just army.