"Sincro: wyxchari" "It's so cool." "Hey, Polly." "What?" "Ooh." "Where does this remind you of?" "Oh, it's cold and damp." "No, where does it remind you of?" "Ouch!" "Prickles!" "What?" "Where else could it be?" "We're home, Duchess!" "Oh, you never give up hope, do you?" "We'll ask the Doctor." "Hey, Doctor." "Listen." "It sounds like the cup final." "Look out!" "What are you doing down there?" "What was it?" "It looks like an old-time cannon ball." "Aah!" "It's hot." "Allow me." "Yes, a ten pounder." "That does it!" "But Doctor we can't leave, this looks like England." "Yeah, I'm going to look over that hill." "Doctor, you don't want us to think you're afraid, do you?" "Why not?" "Look we can't let Ben go up there on his own." "We don't know what he's gonna find." "Come on." "Ahh, Kirsty." "Ahh." "He badly needs a doctor." "Aye, and food." "Water... water... water... water..." "There's a wee drop left yet." "The battle." "The battle!" "It's done!" "The clans are broken." "Shot to pieces by the English guns." "Never had the chance to get to within claymore's length of them." "Ah, the slaughter." "Whist!" "Do you have to bring the redcoats upon us?" "Well they'll be here soon enough, have no fear." "The Prince?" "Do not fuss yourself." "He was the first to leave the field." "What's that you say about the Prince?" "Ah stay, the pair of you." "Why didn't you leave me to die on the field?" "You're the Laird himself." "The Laird of what?" "All the men of our clan are lying in the mud of the Culloden Moor." "Oh, I should be with them." "Oh Kirsty, my Kirsty." "We may not be long joining them." "The English troops are butchering all their wounded and hanging all their prisoners." "They cannot hang us all, can they?" "They'll never hang me, piper." "You may be sure of that." "Whist!" "The English?" "There is but three of them." "They're not soldiers." "Our people?" "Well, I'll find out." "Jamie, at the rear." "You gang that way." "Wait my signal!" "Hey, look!" "This must be where that cannon ball came from." "It's unlikely." "What do you mean it's unlikely?" "It's been spiked." "Been what?" "Been spiked." "Well how did you know?" "I would like a hat like this." "How do I look?" "It's got words on it - "With Charles our brave and merciful Prince Royal, we'll greatly fall or nobly save our country. "" "Bah!" "Romantic piffle!" "You'll pick it up!" "Ah, careful, like." "This way with you." "Quick!" "We're gonna have to walk to the caves." "Father, you're in no fit state to travel." "Kirsty!" "Get away with you." "Who are they?" "I know not." "They're no Scot." "They threw down the Prince's cockade." "Cockade?" "What Prince?" "Prince Charles Edward." "Bonnie Prince Charlie." "You have the tongue." "Aye, I thought so." "English the three of them." "Camp followers to the Duke of Cumberland." "Come to steal from the dead." "Abide a moment!" "Do you wish to pray before you die?" "Die!" "Die for what?" "Well, you can't kill us in cold blood!" "Well, our bloods warm enough!" "Your English troopers gave no quarter to men, women and bairns." "Doctor, tell them who we are." "Doctor?" "Get away, will you woman!" "We have need of a doctor." "The Laird." "Get me a doctor." "Get me a doctor." "Look, kill them after." "Let them help the Laird first." "We're not going to trust the Laird with these Sassenach, woman." "But if they can help him at all..." "Kirsty, get away, will you." "Just think of the women." "Right, back both of you!" "Or your Laird won't need a doctor." "Well done, Ben." "And now gentlemen..." "I'm warning you!" "Your swords, I think." "Ben, cock the pistol!" "But why?" "Give them up!" "Polly, take the swords." "That's the style." "Now back against the wall, both of you." "Go on!" "That's better." "Now, I'm going to have a look at the wound." "Come along, come along." "Let me see." "Yes." "We're going to need some clean water to bathe the wound." "Ah." "I'll not leave him." "We're not going to harm him." "Polly!" "Yes." "You go with her." "Oh, all right." "Off you go then." "Will you show me where the stream is?" "Here, Kirsty." "Take the Laird's spyglass with you." "And watch out for these Sassenach dragoons." "You can put it away now, Ben." "Put it away?" "But..." "Will you both give us your word that you'll not molest us?" "We're only trying to save your Laird from bleeding to death." "Aye." "You have our word." "Put it away, Ben." "What, are you going to trust these blokes?" "A Highlanders word is his bond!" "At least don't point it at me!" "It just went off!" "You fool!" "You'll have every English soldier within miles!" "Well, what's wrong with that?" "What's..." "You should have paid more attention to your history books, Ben." "Eh?" "Redcoats!" "There's about six of them." "They'll slaughter us!" "Sir!" "A rebel's been sighted, sir." "Then there's only the cottage where the shooting seemed to come from." "Good." "Only one?" "Only one seen, sire." "There could be more." "There better be." "We haven't seen many, have we?" "No." "Well, the troopers were ahead of us, sir." "And done a good job." "Now, I wish they'd left us some pickings." "Ah, perhaps when they got away they took their possessions with them." "Let's hope so." "Take a man around the rear, Sergeant." "We'll outflank them." "Sir!" "Tell them to shoot first and take no risks." "Remember these rebels will be desperate by now." "Yes, sir!" "Advance in battle order." "We'll be caught like rats in a trap." "Can we not run for it?" "And leave the Laird to their mercy?" "There is but one chance." "It is but a very slim one." "I will try and draw them away from this cottage." "Wait!" "Wait!" "Creag an tuire!" "Surrender in the King's name!" "Blimey, it's good to hear a London voice again." "Silence, you rebel dog!" "Rebel?" "What are you talking about?" "I'm no rebel!" "Me and the Doctor here, have just arrived." "Deserter, then." "You'll hang just the same." "I'm glad you've come, Sergeant." "I was waiting for an escort." "Who the devil..." "Civil tongue, Sergeant!" "You are in charge of these men?" "No!" "I am." "A gentleman, at last." "Doctor von Wer, at your service." "Doctor who?" "That's what I said." "One of those confounded froggies that came over with the Pretender." "We ain't French." "Are we?" "German, from Hanover." "Where your good King George comes from." "And I speak English a good deal better than he does." "Hear that, sir." "Treason!" "Shall we hang them now?" "Wait a moment." "Who is that?" "Colin McLaren, the Laird, and I'm his piper." "Ah, they're a poor lot, sir." "We'll get no pickings here." "Let's hang them and have done." "Well a right shower you are!" "What have we done?" "Nothing!" "And what have you got against these two?" "They lost a battle, right?" "Well, doesn't that make them prisoners of war?" "Rebels are not treated as prisoners of war." "Right, Sergeant, prepare to hang them." "Sir!" "Take him out." "Didn't I tell you I was..." "And you." "But we haven't done anything!" "And you." "But he can't walk!" "Drag him!" "Perkins." "Perkins!" "Yes, sir." "Not a very inspiring battle, would you say, Perkins?" "Don't really know, sir." "I've never seen one before." "This one was over in a brief hour." "Never have I seen such brave fellows so poorly led." "And now, Cumberland's troops are butchering the wounded." "It's such a waste of manpower." "A little wine, Perkins?" "Oh yes, sir." "Quite ready for it, I am, sir." "This sharp northern air, sir, gives one quite an appetite." "Ah, all these fine sturdy Highlanders." "Used to hard work and little food." "Think what a price they'd fetch in Jamaica or Barbados, Perkins." "A pretty penny, no doubt, sir." "No doubt at all." "Indeed." "And I'll have them, Perkins." "I did not give up a thriving legal practise just for the honour of serving King George as his Commissioner of Prisons." "I thought there was more behind it, sir." "With Mr. Trask and his ship at our service, we may expect to clear some measure of profit out of this rebellion, eh Perkins?" "Yes, sir." "Depending, of course, on how many of the wretched rebels we can deliver from his Majesty's over zealous soldiers." "The wine was corked." "If you wish to remain in my service, you will have to be more careful." "Won't you Perkins?" "Yes, sir." "My apologies, sir." "It won't happen again, sir." "I think we best be about our business." "Otherwise there'll be nothing but corpses left on the battlefield." "And corpses are of little use to us, eh Perkins?" "Yes, sir." "Wagon, sir?" "No, I think not." "I've had enough for one day." "Come, Perkins, we'll walk." "Yes, sir." "Perkins" "Yes, sir?" "Perkins!" "Down!" "Oh, you've spilt the water!" "Who are those men?" "Don't pretend you can't recognise English Redcoats when you see them." "Even at this distance." "English?" "Well, that's all right then, we're safe." "Do you want to get us both killed?" "Tortured?" "Look, they're going to hang our men." "You're right." "It's horrible." "They've got to be stopped." "How?" "Well, there must be something we can do!" "We can but mourn." "Crying's no good." "Have you still got breath to run." "Come on." "We're going to create a diversion." "What was that?" "Look, sir, over there, on that hill." "Looks like a wench." "Stab me, there's another one." "Yeah, puts me in mind of what Sergeant King of the Dragoons said, sir." "What?" "Well, the Dragoons have got orders to stop every woman." "Not that they need them, mind." "Get to the point, Sergeant." "Well, they've heard that the Prince is trying to escape disguised as a woman." "Shall I go after them, sir?" "No, I'll go." "You two men, come with me." "Yeah, but I..." "This is our chance." "The officer's coming after us." "They can't hang them with the officer away." "Let's go." "It'll do no good." "Besides which, you must know this place better than they do." "There's a high track." "And we're younger than they are." "They'll never catch us." "Come on." "But, look..." "Leave that." "What a great devotion to duty, your Lieutenant shows, Sergeant." "Devotion to duty." "Devotion to thirty thousand pound reward, that's all." "You think he will catch them?" "That young whelp?" "Couldn't catch his own grandmother." "Disrespect to your superior officer, Sergeant?" "I could report you." "You could, but you won't." "Ah, but at a price, Sergeant." "You won't, cause you won't be here when he gets back." "All right you scum, proceed with the hanging." "Well, you can't hang us with the officer away." "Why do you think he went away?" "Got a delicate stomach, he has." "Always leaves the dirty stuff to me." "Right!" "Get them up!" "Yeah." "Take the strain!" "Stand by!" "Halt!" "What do you want?" "One moment!" "Who the devil are you?" "Perkins." "Solicitor Grey, Lincolns Inn Fields." "His Majesty's Commissioner for the disposal of rebel prisoners." "There's a fine sturdy young man." "Take the nooses off them." "Set that young man down." "Sit him down." "I don't care who you are, you've got no charge over my men!" "Can you not read, Sergeant." "I have charge over all rebel prisoners." "Of course he has!" "Appointed by the Chief Justice of England." "All prisoners." "Not these!" "Perkins." "The other pocket, I think." "I admit your prior claim, Sergeant, but I think you are a reasonable man." "Continue, Perkins." "Continue, I said!" "Of course, I regret any inconvenience encountered by yourself and these fine fellows of yours." "All right, you heard what the Commissioner said." "Nooses off." "Get him down." "Oh, thanks, sir." "A trifle, I assure you." "Strong ruffians like you, and this other young rebel here, are needed in his Majesty's service." "Ah, yes." "You can dispatch this one, Sergeant, and this strange looking scoundrel." "Article Seventeen, Aliens Act, 1730." "What?" "You are gentlemen of the law?" "How dare you speak to Mr. Grey like that!" "I am a lawyer, yes." "Then you are doubtless familiar with Article Seventeen." "You cannot hang a citizen of a foreign power, without first informing his ambassador." "Article Seventeen, Aliens Act?" "Who is this extraordinary rogue?" "He says he's a frog doctor, sir." "German." "And I know more about the English law than you do, it seems." "I'm the only law what matters to you right now, matey." "And if this gentleman don't want you, you hang." "No, wait." "You show a touching faith in his Majesty's justice, sir." "A doctor, eh?" "We need doctors where you're going." "Send him along with the other prisoners, to Inverness." "The Laird goes too, or you can hang me with him." "I'll not go with ye." "No, go Jamie, go." "We'll see about that!" "Sergeant!" "What do you think, Doctor, can this man be healed of his wound?" "With proper care, yes!" "Whether he'll get that where he is going is very doubtful." "But I'll leave him in your care." "Take him away, Sergeant." "Sir!" "You men escort these gentlemen and these prisoners to Inverness." "I'll wait here for the Lieutenant." "Come on out." "Get him down." "What will happen to us?" "First you go to Inverness, and then perhaps a sea voyage." "Do you good, rogue." "Come on." "Just in time, Perkins." "Just in time." "This is the cave." "They'll not find us here." "You don't live here, do you?" "Oh no." "The family use it as a... as a hide out after a... a cattle raid." "A cattle raid?" "You mean you rob people?" "No!" "We only take from those who steal from us." "Oh, it's dark." "Ah, there we are." "That's a funny kind of match." "What?" "Match." "Oh, it doesn't matter." "Now, we keep a supply of food here." "Oh, there's only one wheat biscuit." "When was it left here?" "Well about three months ago." "Oh, it's a dog biscuit." "Biscuits are not baked for dogs." "But please do begin." "Oh, um, no." "No, you start." "I don't want to lose all my fillings." "Teeth." "Doesn't matter." "You start." "I'm not hungry, really." "Got to make a plan." "We saw them being marched away." "Now, where would they be taking them?" "Inverness gaol." "Oh look, don't start crying again." "If they've taken them to gaol, then we've got to get them out." "Have you got any money?" "But, what would we need money..." "Well, for food, of course." "That biscuit isn't going to last very long." "And for bribing guards with." "What have we got we can sell." "This won't fetch much, but at least its a start." "Why should you help us?" "You're English!" "They've got my friends too, remember?" "Yes, and I must get some proper clothes." "Aye, why do you wear the short skirts of a bairn?" "You're a grown woman." "Well, it would take too long to explain." "Hey, that ring, it's gold!" "Look, you've got to trust me." "It doesn't belong to me." "It's my father's." "Well, let me just look at it." "Come on, now." "I just want to look at it, that's all." "It's beautiful." "Mmm, we should get a lot for that." "We're not going to sell it!" "Not even to save your father's life?" "He wouldn't thank me." "Ah, you're hopeless." "Why not, for goodness sake?" "He entrusted it to me before the battle." "He would kill me if he... if I ever parted with it." "I don't understand you people." "Come on, give it to me." "No." "Look, give it to me!" "It's..." "Please yourself!" "You're just a stupid peasant." "I'm off to help my friends." "You can stay here and guard your precious ring." "Look, mind your step." "It'll be dark soon." "Watch out for yourself." "You'll get lost." "Ahh!"