:08:00
- Ha!
- Think on it, man.
:08:03
Would you not rather
be dead after a good hump
:08:05
And a belly full of stolen beef
:08:07
or have me march you
back to Montrose
:08:10
to shit yourself
on the gallows a month hence?
:08:25
Throw down! Now!
:08:27
And you have my word
no-one else will die!
:08:35
Come, lads.
:08:37
Any man with a blade in his hands,
:08:38
cut him down.
:08:45
Are ye men,
:08:46
or what are ye?
:08:49
He killed Tam,
and you stand and live!
:08:51
And him as much an outlaw
as any of you!
:08:56
No man among ya!
Your mothers curse you!
:08:58
You're spittle!
:08:59
You're leavings!
:09:05
Listen to me well,
and remember this:
:09:07
Or I'm going to remember you,
every last one.
:09:10
When next you think to steal cattle,
:09:13
have a care they're not
under my protection.
:09:16
But if they are,
you're not stealing from their owners.
:09:19
You're stealing from me,
Robert Roy McGregor.
:09:22
No man who steals my beasts
makes a profit.
:09:25
If you doubt me, ask Tam Sibbald.
:09:31
What will you do with her?
:09:35
Be on your way and tell no man
you fared ill at our hands.
:09:39
Go on.