All language subtitles for Outlander.S01E06.BDRip-x264-OSiTV.English-WWW.MY-SUBS.CO

Translated By The Community Of WWW.MY-SUBS.COM

Previously...

I'd seemed to have fallen through time.

You need not be scared of me,

nor anyone else here,
so long as I'm with ye.

I'm leaving tomorrow,
and I'm taking you with me.

I think it would be wise
to have a healer along.

You're not Frank.

No, madam. lam not.

You know Black Jack Randall?

I won't risk you or anyone else
being taken prisoner by that man.

Captain of dragoons
in the British army,

and your direct ancestor.

Exactly.

Otherwise known as "Black Jack."

Flagged me twice
in the space of a week.

The activities Dougal and his men
were involved in,

they were political.

Dougal was raising money
for a Jacobite army.

Pleasure to see you again.

Once more I ask you,
is everything all right?

Ripped By mstoll

Tell me, madam.
Are you here by your own choice?

I appreciate your
concern, Lieutenant,

and I can assure you

I am a guest of the Clan MacKenzie.

As you wish.

Nevertheless, I am certain
my commander

will wish to speak with you.

He's presently in residence
at the inn at Brockton.

Will you accompany me?

Well, if the lady goes, I go.

Very well then.

Even though
I wasn't going by my own choice,

I still felt a heaviness
leave my breast.

And for the first time
since I passed through

the standing stones at Craigh na Dun,

I found myself surrounded
by my own people.

They might be
called Redcoats instead of Tommies,

but they were still the British army

I had been a part of
for six long years.

And somehow
it felt liberating to be looked upon

with sympathy and respect

instead of hostility and suspicion.

I knew only too well
what Dougal was feeling.

A Scottish village it may be,

and on MacKenzie land at that,

but for Dougal,
it was now enemy territory,

and he was the outlander.

Dismount.

Each man see to it that his horse
is grained and watered.

I would not entrust their care
to our Scottish hosts.

If you'll follow me.

My Lord, may I present Mrs. Claire
Beauchamp and Mr. Dougal...

Come in. Come in.

This is a happy surprise.

A most enjoyable surprise.

It has been far too long
since I last gazed

upon a lovely English rose.

The lieutenant here claims you have
quite the story to tell.

I'm so grateful
you're willing to listen to it.

No, nonsense. I love stories.

I've not heard a good one
since I first set foot

upon this blasted turf.

You must be absolutely famished.

I hope venison is to your liking.

Only the very best quality,
I assure you.

Thank you.

I shot the beast myself.

It's a great country for hunting,
I'll give them that.

The cheese is
surprisingly edible too,

and the claret is my own,
bottled in '35.

Need I say more?

Now' Lieutenant Foster,
you're going to introduce me

to this noble Scottish gentleman.

My Lord, may I present
Dougal MacKenzie,

war chief to the Clan
MacKenzie and brother to its laird.

You have the honor of meeting

Brigadier General
Sir Oliver Lord Thomas,

Knight of the Bath and commanding
officer of the Northern British Army.

War chief?

I'll say this for you,
you look the part.

A fine specimen of
the local inhabitants, My Lord.

How am I to address you, sir?

Ye kin call me MacKenzie,
if in it please ye'

or if we're being formal,
ye can call me Chief MacKenzie,

which in matters of war and bicker

leaves us ower fae each other
as equals dinnae ye ken.

I don't know about the rest of you,

but I failed to
understand a single word

the creature said.

I believe, My Lord,
he was attempting to say

Chief MacKenzie would be acceptable.

There was more,
but I must confess, it eluded me.

Really...

Someone really ought to teach these
people the King's English.

I believe he's speaking English, sir.

Their form of English anyway.

Well, it's a form that's
damn offensive to the ear.

May I remind you, Lord Thomas,
there are parts of England,

Newcastle comes to mind,

where the local accent is equally
unintelligible to our ears.

Yes, yes, quite right.

You make a fine point, madam.

The world would make a lot more sense
if everybody spoke like Londoners.

If ye wish to hear Londoners speak,

perhaps ye should
have stayed in London.

- My Lord, he says...
- No need, Lieutenant.

I understood him
perfectly well that time.

I would be more than
happy to oblige, sir,

if only you behaved like
the loyal British subjects

you're supposed to be.

That way my troops and I could return
to more civilized environs.

I must say though, I quite enjoy
being a man in the field.

If only my servants moved
as quickly as my soldiers.

If I stay here long enough,
I could become a laird.

Laird Thomas.

What do you think, all?

Only then I supposed I'd have to wear
one of those woolen skirts.

I'm told it's a grave insult
to ask a clansman

what he wears
underneath that thing...

It's called a kilt, sir.

I know perfectly well
what it's called, Lieutenant.

So tell me,

from one laird to another...

Are ye purposely trying
to embarrass the lass,

or are ye just an arrogant wee smout?

Good Christ, man.
Do you know to whom you speak?

You watch your words, sir,
or I'll have you.

Well, you pull that needle,
and we'll see who pricks who.

Dougal, Lieutenant, enough.

You're both behaving like children.

Yes, yes, quite right. Quite right.

The lady's sense of propriety
puts us all to shame.

The question of the kilt
will remain an enigma.

My word, madam.

If I were brave enough,
I would commission you

a colonel in one of my regiments.

You do know how to order men about.

Aye, she does that.

Well, it's been
a delight meeting you,

but I am afraid
the venison is losing its heat.

I would ask you to join us,
but as you can see,

no room.

Beastly sorry.

You can keep your scraps.

They're still sewing
good Scottish ale in the tap room.

I'll be downstairs.

How are we ever going to make peace

with such an ill-mannered people?

I must say, Mrs. Beauchamp,

you've had the most
mesmerizing adventure.

Yes, indeed,
but having been brought here

and having met all of
you charming gentlemen,

I do hope
that my adventure is now over.

Yes.

I would've thought you've
had quite enough of Scotland.

In truth, I found
the countryside most beautiful,

my stay not altogether unpleasant,

but my greatest wish now
is to be reunited with my family.

Yes, yes.

France.

Lieutenant Foster,
I imagine there'd be no difficulty

in escorting
Mrs. Beauchamp to Inverness,

where she may book passage
to wherever it pleases her to go.

No difficulty at all, sir.

I would be forever grateful.

It's a trifle, madam.
You have my word on it.

Well, in that case,

I will have a little bit more wine.

I believe we'll all join you.

Inverness, and from there
only a brief journey

would take me to the
stones at Craigh na Dun

and a chance to
return to my own time.

To homeward journeys.

May they be uneventful.

My Lord, are you aware
that at this very moment...

Captain Randall,
are we under attack, sir?

We are not.

You're putting the claret at risk.

I suggest
you step outside and rid yourself

of half a league's worth of dust.

By all means,
we must protect the claret.

Am I mistaken,
or do you two know each other?

For a moment there,
the lady did look familiar,

but...

I can see now I was wrong.

I had the same exam experience.

How unusual.

Well, then, Captain Randall,
allow me to present

Mistress Claire Beauchamp
of Oxfordshire.

Captain Jonathan Randall.

Captain.

Charmed.

I trust I am
sufficiently presentable.

Yes, yes, someone pour a glass
for the good captain.

No.

Now, if you'll be so good
as to explain

your purpose for barging in here?

My Lord, at this very instant,

Dougal MacKenzie, war chief of
Clan MacKenzie is downstairs

quaffing ale.

That is not news, Captain.

It was he who brought
Mrs. Beauchamp to us.

Was it indeed?

Do you propose to admonish me, sir?

Perhaps you're of the
opinion that a general

must explain himself to a captain.

No, I meant no offense, sir.

Now you mention it,

an English lady
and a Scottish war chief,

I can! for the life of me
piece that one together.

It's a fascinating tale, Captain.

It's full of robbery and murder.

It's unfortunate you missed it.

I know.

What if Captain Randall
accompanies you to Inverness?

That way you may regale him with
tales of your adventure.

It's sure to make the time fly by.

Mrs. Beauchamp amongst the savages.

Well, I doubt Mrs. Beauchamp would
choose such a provocative title.

The lady claims she was well
treated by her Scottish friends.

I wasn't aware that the English
had any Scottish friends.

I'm sure Private McGreavey
would agree with me,

if he were able.

Do not mention that sad subject.

You'll give
Mrs. Beauchamp the vapors.

I do not easily swoon.

Please, Captain, tell me.

Two weeks ago, Private McGreavey

made the mistake of
wandering away from patrol.

We found him two days later
sitting, legs crossed,

tied to a tree,
his arms folded in his lap.

That sounds more like
a prank than a punishment.

He was cradling
his severed head, madam.

It was a sad day
for Private McGreavey

when he got stationed to Scotland.

For all of us.

Is that all you have to say?

On the road here yesterday,

we came across two Highlanders

hanging from crosses.

The men in my party ascribed
the actions to English soldiers.

If so, then it would be
the result of English justice.

A rough justice, it would seem.

Undoubtedly traitors to a man.

Yeah, so said the letters
carved into their chests,

but I doubt
they were given a trial to prove it.

Well, you can be sure that
Private McGreavey's sentence

was administered
without benefit of trial.

And so both sides
have committed depredations

they should both be ashamed of.

Dog me, that's a woman's view for
you if ever I heard one.

That is why I make it a point never
to discuss politics with a lady.

I was under the impression
we were discussing morality,

not politics.

And I'm forced to question
whether the lady's morality

is any clearer than her politics.

What are you implying, sir?

All this time living with savages,

I have to wonder
if Dougal MacKenzie shared

more than just bread
and shelter with the lady.

Perhaps he has also shared his bed.

How dare you?

That is a scurrilous charge.

You cross a line, sir.

If I am wrong, I apologize.

But what other reason
would the lady have

to choose these barbarians
over her own people?

These aggressors
who wantonly shed English blood?

The Scots just want the same
freedoms we enjoy.

Freedoms we take for granted.

They are not the aggressors, Captain,
we are.

It is their land,
and we are occupying it.

I believe it's the King's land.

I must say, madam,
I find your sympathies

extraordinarily puzzling.

Hear, hear.

I can assure you, Lord Thomas,

my loyalties lie with the King.

No doubt your time here has muddied
your proper English thinking.

My Lord, I think the lady

has lived among the savages too long.

She must be returned to the bosom of
her family as soon as possible.

I could leave for Inverness today,
if you will allow it.

Sir, three enlisted men
have been fired upon

by persons unknown
just outside of town.

Are these Scots rascals that bold
to attack an armed British camp?

My Lord,
I know you've only recently arrived,

but small ambushes
are an almost weekly occurrence.

Yes, thank you, Captain.
I have read the reports.

Any casualties?

One dead. Two wounded.

One of the men, sir,
he's in a bad way.

He's downstairs.
We've sent for the surgeon,

but no one is sure
of his whereabouts.

I'll go.

I've told you.
I have medical experience.

I was right beside him.
Don't you see it could've been me?

- Claire. Are ye all right, lassie?
- I'm fine.

When I saw that bastard
Randall go upstairs...

Jamie and the others
weren't responsible

for this attack, were they?

No. I'll shed no tears
over Redcoat blood,

but my men would never undertake such
an action without my consent.

It's Randall ye need to worry about.

The army will be looking
for someone to blame.

Without proof, they can't hold me.

Still, I'd feel better
if you made yourself scarce.

I'm fine.

Stand aside, and move this bench.

All right, soldier.

When the Germans surrendered,

I thought I'd participated
in my last amputation,

but it seemed as though
I was condemned

to dream about yet more young men
maimed for life on the battlefield.

This arm's going to have to come off.

You can have the loan of my
short sword if it helps.

Sharpened it myself yesterday.

It'll have to do,

and I'm going to need to use
something as a tourniquet.

You can tie his arm with this.

It's my wife's.

Gave it to me for good luck, she did.

All right.

Someone get me some boiling water
and some clean cloth.

- I'm the surgeon here.
- Hurry!

Do you have medical experience?

Enough to know that
you can't save this arm.

You're not going to
faint when I begin to saw?

I've stayed awake through worse.

Grab his knees.
You, take this shoulder.

Opium. Down his throat, if you can.

Sorry, soldier.

Bite, Private.

Bite until your teeth crack.

Steady now.

Nurse Beauchamp.

Are you back from saving lives?

Where's Lord Thomas?

He's off hunting rebels,

not that he'll find any.

Having seen him on a horse,
he'll be lucky to stay in the saddle.

Please try not to speak, Captain.

My barbering skills
aren't up to shaving a moving target.

I haven't been pampered like
this since I was called up.

I should hope not.

I'm the only one
allowed to pamper you,

and don't you forget it.

You'll get no argument from me.

I don't want you
holding a blade to my throat.

A 200-year-old razor
has certainly kept its edge.

Well, it's not just the blade.

It's the beautiful hand
that wields it.

Come here.

Are you sure you wouldn't
rather bring this with you?

What, and risk losing it? God, no.

No, it's been in my family
for far too long.

No, I shall just have to suffer
through a few more rough shaves

till I see you again.

Can you keep it safe for me?

And who is going to keep me safe?

Well, that is my job.

I'm sorry, Captain.

On my life, it was an accident.

On your life?

Sit down.

A soldier needs a steady hand.

Otherwise he will never
hit the target he aims at.

You control your nerves.

Your nerves do not control you.

My' my, aren't we the beardless boy?

Take my things back to my lodgings,

and come back and see to it
that we are not disturbed.

Yes, Captain.

I wish to see Lieutenant Foster.

I'm afraid Foster is gone
with Lord Thomas and the others.

Then I suppose someone else will
have to take me to Inverness?

When the time comes.

Lord Thomas said
I would be leaving today.

And I wouldn't touch
the general's claret.

Perhaps you haven't noticed,

but Lord Thomas is an utter arse.

He agreed to your leaving
before he heard you

make some of your
more troubling statements.

Statements that...

Well, even Lord Thomas
is bright enough to realize

puts your loyalty in
a very questionable light.

Madam...

Ever since our first encounter,

I have been in a state
of extreme discomfort.

I am not sure what you mean, sir,

nor am I sure I want to.

Allow me to put your fears to rest.

I wish to apologize.

That awful day in the woods...

Who are you?

The mere memory of it
leaves me shamed.

Your apology pleases me
more than you know.

I'd hate to think a King's officer

would behave in such
an ungentlemanly manner.

I am not a casual person with women.

I look forward to the opportunity
to reveal my true nature to you,

and I can only hope that
honesty will be met with honesty.

My honesty will match yours, Captain.

Please.

Let us begin with you
telling me who you are

and why you're here in Scotland.

I originally come from Oxfordshire.

- I...
- No.

We pledged honesty, madam.

There are no Beauchamps in
Oxfordshire that I know of.

Well, I would hardly
consider you an expert,

your family hailing from Sussex.

May I ask just how you know that?

Your accent. H's clearly Sussex.

Neither my tutors nor my parents
would be much obliged to hear

that my speech so clearly
reflects my birthplace, madam,

they having gone to
considerable trouble and expense

to remedy it.

You don't have the look of a woman
who would rouge her nipples.

Well, for that, at least,
I suppose I should thank you.

What was your maiden name,
Mrs. Beauchamp?

Captain, I admit I made
some ill-advised comments

in support of
my Scottish acquaintances.

My imprudence should
not be mistaken for treason,

nor should it prevent me
from continuing on my journey.

I have been delayed
far too long already.

Madam, you do not help your case
by adopting this dismissive attitude.

I have no case to help.

Now, I make no claims on you,
the garrison,

or on the MacKenzies for that matter.

My only desire
is to resume my journey in peace,

and I see no reason
why you should object to it.

Don't you?

Well, allow me to enlighten you,

and perhaps my objections
will become clearer.

I found you wandering the countryside

dressed in nothing
but your undergarments.

When I try to question you,
I am struck down

and rendered unconscious
by a villain I later discover

is a member of a band
of Scottish rebels,

a band led by
your companion here today,

Dougal MacKenzie.

These facts paint you either
as an empty-headed trollop

or as an agent in league
with the King's enemies.

Are those my only two choices?

If there is another, madam' I advise
you not to keep it to yourself.

Captain, you...

Force me to reveal things that no
woman should say out loud.

It was an affair of the heart.

I met him in England.

An officer of infantry.

He swore to me that I held
his affections like no other.

So when he was
stationed in Scotland, I...

I followed him.

Please. Carry on.

It was then I...

Discovered he was
a most licentious man,

a rake and whoremonger.

It was not love he felt for me.
It was lust.

When I refused him, he attacked me.

I fled' dressed only in my shift.

I can only hope you prove yourself
the gentleman you claim to be.

Do not pry any further.

What is the man's name?

With all due respect, Captain,

I do not wish to lower myself
to this gentleman's level.

By revealing his name as well as
his indiscretions to you,

I risk ruining both his career
and his reputation.

Please.

I would be interested
in your opinion.

You captured my likeness.

You think so?

I'm glad.

I shall call it

Beautiful Lies.

You wish to get to Inverness?
Very well.

I know that Dougal MacKenzie is
raising funds for the Jacobite cause.

I merely lack the necessary proof
to take him into custody.

You will furnish me with that proof.

Jacobite cause?
I have no idea what...

Do not stand there and pretend

that you have lived
among the MacKenzies

these past months
and not heard them voice support

for that failure James
and his witless offspring Charles.

Mr. MacKenzie
would have to be witless indeed

to discuss treason
in front of an English woman.

Unless that English woman
was sympathetic to his cause.

I am not that woman.

Then prove it.

Have you seen any of
your Scottish companions

attempting to raise funds
for the rebellion?

No, I have not.

You've not heard a single MacKenzie
speak Jacobite treason?

How many times must I say it?

I would not believe you

if you told me that night is dark
and day is bright.

Captain, am I under arrest?

Because if not,

then I refuse to submit
further to this interrogation.

I will await Lord Thomas' return,
no matter how long it takes.

I place my fate in his hands.

If you wish to put me under guard
in the meantime,

then I shall not protest.

You will not leave this room
until I am satisfied

that you are as innocent
as you claim to be.

Either you can cooperate with me,
or I shall be forced

to use methods
less pleasant than talk.

I've heard about
your methods, Captain.

What would you do,
lay my back open to the bone?

I understand flogging is
something of a sport for you.

On the contrary.

I take it very seriously.

I'm sure you'll be
pleased to learn that

you've earned
quite the reputation at Castle Leoch.

Yes, I'm told that you once
administered 100 lashes

upon 100 lashes
to a poor Highlander boy.

A poor Highlander boy?

If I take your meaning,

that boy is a wanted thief
and murderer.

I was told he'd merely
stolen a loaf of bread.

Did Dougal MacKenzie tell you that?

He was there.

He witnessed it.

The thief had been flogged before
for trying to escape.

100 lashes administered
by the corporal,

a man not without skill in
using the cat-o'-nine-tails,

but the thief didn't break.

No, he took his punishment
without making a single sound.

It set a very bad example
for the assembled onlookers,

both soldiers and civilians,
and I could not allow

that insult to the crown
to pass unchecked,

so yes.

I decided that a further
100 lashes were in order.

Hurry up.

This time,
I would administer them myself

I prefer to work
on a blank canvas. It...

It makes one more able
to mark the progress

of the damage inflicted.

You're shaking.

Are you scared?

I'm just afraid I'll freeze stiff
afore ye're done talking.

I will break you.

Have you ever seen
a man scourged, madam?

It's never pretty,

and the thought
of the whip coming down

across that pitiful, raw flesh

made my stomach flutter
and my legs shake.

I did...

I had intended

to pace myself.

100 lashes is fatiguing to the arm.

Again, the boy refused to cry out.

I wonder,

did he hope to stir me to pity?

If he did, he was sadly mistaken.

I was...

I was hurting him.

I could feel it.

The sheer judder of the whip
coursing up my arm,

exploding into my heart.

But the boy would not beg for mercy.

The boy would not beg.

Look at me. Look at me!

Is that enough? Is that enough?

And then something changed.

One of my men fainted like a woman,

and the crowd barked in laughter.

Silence!

I mink it was
in that moment that I determined

to bleed him to the bone.

The world suddenly narrowed down
to my arm and his back,

the whip connecting us both.

The laughter changed, first to gasps,
then to sobs.

The crowd, they had to look away.

They were horrified.

Blind fools.

I think all they could
see was the horror.

I could see the beauty.

I saw the truth.

That boy and I...

We were creating a masterpiece.

An exquisite, bloody masterpiece.

It was the most beautiful thing
I've ever seen.

The truth carries a weight
that no lie can counterfeit.

I promised that I would reveal
myself to you, and...

I have.

Yes.

I believe you have.

You think me a monster, no doubt.

It could be so.

The fact that you care what I think

gives me some hope yet for your soul.

I know one thing, madam.

I am not the man I once was.

I came to Scotland to fulfill
a soldier's responsibility,

to serve my King,
and protect my country.

Instead...

I find myself the watchman
of a squalid, ignorant people

prone to the basest
superstition and violence.

The darkness has grown within me.

A hatred

for the very world itself.

I find myself doing such things,

reddish work,

until I no longer recognize
the man I have become.

You're not the first soldier
to be changed by combat.

The fact that you can admit to it is

yet another hopeful sign.

Of what?

You say that buried within

is a decent man,

a man that can still
choose right over wrong.

I believe that part of you
lives still.

It would be pretty to think so.

You cannot undo
the things you've done,

but it is not too late
to win back your humanity.

You can choose to be
the man you wish to be.

Do you think it possible
that one day I might gaze

upon my own reflection
and not be filled with loathing?

I believe,

a man with your insight
and self-knowledge

can do whatever he wants.

The rehabilitation
of Black Jack Randall.

You could make a fortune
betting against that.

Perhaps I should begin by having
you escorted to Inverness.

I've made you happy.

Yes, you have.

An odd sensation.

A beginning, perhaps.

I agree.

Corporal Hawkins.

Mrs. Beauchamp and I...

Require your assistance.

Captain Randall,
you have my deepest...

I dwell in darkness, madam,
and darkness is where I belong.

I need no sympathy from you,
and you will get none from me.

One way or the other,
I will get the truth out of you.

Corporal...

Have you ever kicked a woman?

Sir?

It's very freeing.

Come.

Kick her.

I said kick her, milksop.

Kick her!

You see?

They're so soft.

Again.

I don't recall
requesting your presence.

Up ye come, lassie.

Ye're done here.

Hold!

I dinna come here to fight.

You tell yer wee laddies
here to step aside

before I lose my temper.

You have no right to that woman,

not while she's being
questioned by a British officer.

She is a guest of Clan MacKenzie.

She is an English subject first.

And she was brought here for fear

she was being held
prisoner by my brother.

Now she will have assured ye
that that is not the case,

and by right, must be
returned to me for protection.

I'm afraid further
questions have arisen.

Well...

Ye won't be asking them
on MacKenzie land.

Not unless you want to start
a war here, on this day.

I suppose we're done for the day.

Be sure to deliver her to
Fort William by sundown tomorrow.

If she is not present
at the appointed time,

you will be accused of harboring
a fugitive from English law,

and you'll be hunted down
and punished,

even unto death.

War chief or not.

Let them pass.

Come on, lass.

I look forward
to our next meeting, Mrs. Beauchamp.

My body still
reeling from mistreatment,

the last thing I felt like
was a headlong gallop

through the rough terrain
of the Highlands.

I feared I was close lo fainting when
Dougal finally called for a halt.

Are we meeting the others here?

No, they're back at the campsite,

but there's fresh water nearby,
and ye look like ye could use it.

- Water? Where?
- Down.

Bit of a climb for a drink,
is it not?

Aye.

There's a stink to it,

but it will wet your thrapple
sure enough.

Are ye a spy for the English
or the French?

How many times must I answer
that same question?

I promise, this is the last time
I'll ever ask it of ye.

I am not a spy.

I am plain Claire Beauchamp
and nothing more.

There.

Can we finally be done with it?

Well?

Aye.

Done it is.

Did you plan on using that on me?

I would no have liked it.

Ye're a handsome woman,

but if you proved false,
I would have had no choice.

But I ken now
ye're telling the truth.

May I ask what convinced you?

St. Ninian's spring.

Some folk call it the liar's spring.

Smells like the fumes of hell itself.

If you drink from that
and you prove untrue,

it'll burn your gizzard out.

A magic spring?

Well, you're a healer.

Surely ye believe
in the powers of magic.

Well, I doubt Captain Randall
would be so easily convinced.

Aye.

Well, ye don't need to see him again.

Not if ye do what I tell ye.

Don't you have to bring me
to Fort William tomorrow?

An English officer
cannot compel a Scottish person,

unless there is proof
a crime has been committed,

and even so, cannot
force a Scottish subject

from clan lands without permission

from the laird concerned.

You've been talking to Ned Gowan.

Aye, I have.

I thought it might come to this.

I can only legally refuse
to hand ye back to Randall

if I change ye from a Englishwoman

to a Scot.

Into a Scot?

And the only way I can do that

is for you to marry one.

No. Absolutely not.

I cannot do that!

Would ye rather go
to an English prison?

So I'm to marry you?

Well, I must admit

the idea of grinding your corn
does tickle me,

but it's not myself
I'd be nominating for the position.

Then who?

Dougal wants us to be married.

I know.

And you're willing?

Well, ye've mended my wounds
more than once.

I feel I owe ye
something for all that.

Besides, what kind of friend
would I be

if I left ye to that
mad bastard Randall?

But surely a young man
like yourself...

Well, isn't there someone else
that you're interested in?

Am I promised?

No.

No, I'm not much of
a prospect for a wife.

I mean, I've nothing more
than a soldier's pay to live on.

Then there's the minor difficulty
of a price on my head.

No father wants his daughter
married to a man

that might be arrested
and hanged any time.

Did ye no think of that?

So that's it then.

As far as you're concerned, we can
just start the honeymoon tomorrow?

Aye.

Whatever suits you.

Well, doesn't it bother you that...

That I'm not a virgin?

Well, no.

So long as it doesna
bother you that I am.

I reckon one of us should
ken what they're doing.

Ripped By mstoll