1:13:00
You are to be commended on it.
1:13:15
He sees through it, Archie.
I know him and his gibes.
1:13:18
You think it would count against us
if he knew?
1:13:21
He has another 300 acres
to plant and prune
1:13:24
and all for the price
of a paltry 1,000 Scotch pounds,
1:13:27
a fair price by any reckoning.
1:13:29
Archie, sir!
1:13:30
I must speak with you.
1:13:38
I am dismissed from service
on account of my state.
1:13:41
And what is your state, pretty Betty?
1:13:43
You know well. I'm with your child.
1:13:45
And he... this one...
has made report of it.
1:13:48
My report did nothing
your belly wouldn't announce on its own.
1:13:54
Archie, what am I to do?
1:13:57
Root it out.
1:13:58
If Killearn
does not know a crone with a twig,
1:14:01
I miss my guess.
1:14:02
It's gone too far for that.
1:14:04
Then it will not be
the first bastard born in Scotland.
1:14:07
Archie, I love you.
1:14:11
Love is a dunghill, Betty,
1:14:13
and I am but a cock
that climbs upon it to crow.
1:14:16
No!
1:14:46
It's a sore thing
they have done to us... Mary and me.
1:14:49
Far past any wrong I had expected,
1:14:51
even from such as Montrose.
1:14:53
He must pay for it, Rob!
1:14:55
Else what are we?
1:14:57
Oh, pay he will
1:14:59
till his teeth squeal.