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He knows about your offer...
Move your legs, wiggle your toes,
Do ye think the enemy's gonna fouter away
It takes discipline.
Hey. Hey. Easy, lads.
Prince Charles Edward Stuart.
music playing, banners waving.
Was only five of us.
and the next there's barely any life in her.
Because of your affliction...
As ye say.
First, you see the flash of metal in the Sun.
The British and Americans...
and I know how to prepare them for it.
to join the prince's army.
We're Scotsmen.
You won't get 5 yards.
We just get K-rations, pretending to be real food.
I must regard it as a debt of honor.
Indeed it has, Rupert.
Ye've been very quiet these past few days.
You should get dressed.
We'll make a fine group of Highland soldiers.
Now that it's here,
a dozen more for my carelessness.
Then you'll learn how to move.
in their neat rows and columns,
Got something growing between yer toes there.
Oh, it's a pretty sight at first...
to stand together, to march together,
So, in summation, make sure to dry your boots.
Hold her...
Their hearts are larger and stronger than ten redcoats.
He's just a bairn.
The term comes from Greek mythology.
I'll no send these cotters into battle
Back in line now.
Ma'am.
I should greatly prefer not to,
What will ye do, brother?
You know, marriage could do you all some good.
No time to waste.
crying out for his mother in the dead of night.
we cannot.
Come on.
Reload!
made him realize that I can help,
Lord Lovat remains neutral.
Have ye no welcome for yer beloved uncle?
- Bear it? - Mm-hmm.
- No. - Claire.
You don't have to.
- Shut up. - Mama.
Not much to look at, are they?