04x08 - Wilmington

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- CLAIRE: Previously...
- Give me the mater rings!

I have some news. Claire found Jamie.

MURTAGH: We'll pay what we owe in taxes.

The corruption of the governor's sheriffs and tax collectors must end!

I love you. Will you marry me?

I'm not ready for this.

ROGER: Her mother found a lost love.

You mean when she went back in time to find Jamie Fraser?

I wasna sure if I should show you.

ROGER: An obituary?

"Of the deaths by fire of James MacKenzie Fraser... and his wife."

BRIANNA: Roger, I found out something terrible is going to happen to my mother and Jamie.

If I didn't try to go and help them, I would never have forgiven myself.

Please don't try to follow me, Roger.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

WOMAN: ♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ She sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

♪ Billow and breeze ♪

♪ Islands and seas ♪

♪ Mountains of rain and sun ♪

♪ All that was good ♪

♪ All that was fair ♪

♪ All that was me ♪

♪ Is gone ♪

♪ Sing me a song ♪

♪ Of a lass that is gone ♪

♪ Say, could that lass ♪

♪ Be I? ♪

♪ Merry of soul ♪

♪ She sailed on a day ♪

♪ Over the sea ♪

♪ To Skye ♪

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

(SEAGULLS CAWING)

♪

Pardon me, ladies. I'm looking for this woman.

(LOW CONVERSATION)

No.

All right. Thank you.

No, sorry. I don't.

Thank you.

♪

My establishment offend you in some way, sir?

No, no.

It's only that...

(CLEARS THROAT)

I'm looking for this lady.

She recently arrived on the Philip Alonzo.

I-I've made inquiries, but no one's seen her.

I haven't either.

Have you completed your inventory?

Yes, sir. We'll need more composing sticks come Thursday.

(SIGHING) All right.

Sir, have you seen this lady?

I'm sorry, I haven't.

♪

- Where's the bairn?
- (CHUCKLES)

Go see for yerself.

(BABY COOS)

FERGUS: Milady. Milord.

I'm so glad you could come for a visit.

Please... (CHUCKLES)

- Is Ian not with you?
- Uh, he'll be along tomorrow.

He's gone to Brunswick to fetch casks for our whisky.

The governor has invited us to join him and his wife at the theater.

Summoned us to join him.

You came all this way for a play?

No, we came all this way to see you.

- And Germain.
- CLAIRE: Shall I put him down?

- Mm.
- (SIGHS)

The governor's eager to introduce me to one of his right-hand men, Mr. Edmund Fanning.

A right-hand man with both his hands dipped in the treasury... Or so Murtagh would tell us.

Marsali, shall I help you get the rest of lunch?

Yes.

So, how are you all coping...

You and Fergus with the baby?

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

Bein' a mother to a wee bairn...

My heart is so full o' love it's fit to burst...

(LAUGHS)

But...

(SIGHS)

Is something the matter?

No, 'tis only... wi' Germain bein' so precious, I look at him and I ken I'd have a Kn*fe through my gut before seein' him hurt or in sorrow.

If anything should ever happen to him...

(STAMMERS)

CLAIRE: That's the hardest thing about being a parent...

I'm sure.

Though you know you would die trying, you can't protect them from everyone and everything.

♪

(DRINK SPILLS)

Ah, for Christ's sake.

(SIGHS)

- WOMAN: Excuse me.
- MAN: Yes, lass?

WOMAN: Do you know where I might be able to buy passage to Cross Creek?

I'd like to leave tomorrow.

The Sally Ann is in port.

It makes the journey every week or so.

You can ask Captain Freeman.

WOMAN: Thank you.

ROGER: Brianna?

It's you.

(GASPS)

Oh, thank God.

- (GASPS)
- Thank God I found you.

Hi.

Oh, my God. What are you doing here?

Looking for you.

At no small risk to life and limb, I might add.

You weren't supposed to come here.

That wasn't the plan.

What, and you call tearing off into bloody nowhere a plan?

No, I would've told you. I just...

I didn't know where we stood after the last time we talked.

What do you mean, you didn't know where we stood?

You didn't know how I felt about you?

Let's go outside.

♪

Roger, wait.

How did you even know where I was?

I spoke to Gayle.

She told me you were going to visit your mum.

So I went to find you in Inverness...

- You read my letter.
- Of course I read your letter.

And that's all I got? A letter?

- You could have called me.
- I wanted to call you, but I didn't know how to tell you that I love you,

and I thought that if I told you I was coming here, you'd try to stop me.

(CHUCKLES)

Did you just say you love me?

Come with me.

♪

BRIANNA: Close the door.

(DOOR THUDS)

(PANTING)

Mm... wait. Stop.

- What?
- Stop.

- Are you sure?
- (SCOFFS)

Do you not know how badly I want you?

But... we're not engaged.

That seemed to be very important to you.

At the festival, you said...

I said...

(SIGHS)

I said I would have all of you or none at all.

Have you changed your mind?

(EXHALES SHAKILY)

No.

(SIGHS)

Well, then...

You have all of me.

♪

You'll marry me?

How could I say no to a man who pursued me for years?

Oh...

I don't have a ring.

I still have the bracelet you gave me.

It's the gemstone you used to come through the stones.

♪

I have an idea.

D'ye know what handfasting is?

(CHUCKLES) It's, um... it's sort of a temporary marriage.

In the Highlands, where, uh...

Where folk are a long way from the nearest minister, a man and a woman in this time can be promised to one another for a year and a day.

- At the end of that time...
- Let's do it.

Really?

Yes.

♪

(CARRIAGE CLATTERING ON ROAD)

Very pleased you could join us, Mister and Mistress Fraser.

This play is said to be quite exceptional.

Indeed, it was written by a native son of Wilmington.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Ah, Fanning!

Come, come. Come.

I must introduce you to a friend.

Mr. Fanning, may I present

Mr. James Fraser of Fraser's Ridge.

Mr. Edmund Fanning, my dear friend and colleague.

A pleasure, sir. My wife, Claire Fraser.

Mr. Fanning sits on the Assembly and is my public register of deeds.

He's also, I might add, leader of the Orange County militia and judge of the superior court in Salisbury, in your county.

A man with many strings to his bow.

His Excellency speaks highly of you as well, Mr. Fraser, especially in the light of our current grievances in the western counties.

The Regulators?

Do not dignify those insurgents with that name.

I would be ashamed to declare anyone save the Lord above a "regulator" of all things.

- (GRUNTS SOFTLY)
- Are you in pain, Mr. Fanning?

Oh, I am afraid I injured myself standing against the mob which assembled in Hillsborough last May.

Quite literally standing, mind you.

- (ALL CHUCKLING)
- I am an object of jest.

In an attempt to appease the insurgents,

I carried rum to the river where they were encamped, meaning to persuade them against their lawlessness.

A noble deed...

One which preserved the lives of many, I'm sure.

As I turned to leave, my boot stayed in the mud, and I must have wounded myself.

I've a strange protrusion.

The least movement now sends me into paroxysms of pain.

My physician assures me it will go away in time.

Not if it is what I think it might be.

If I were to examine it, I could know for sure.

My wife is a healer, Mr. Fanning.

Ah.

TRYON: Well, let us defer to Mr. Fanning's physician, shall we?

Well, if the pain gets worse, you may need to see a surgeon.

Mr. Fraser, uh, allow me to introduce you to some of my acquaintances.

My wife will present Mistress Fraser to the wives.

Please.

Ah... the society of the wives.

(LAUGHS) Indeed.

But fear not... I will help you navigate these waters.

Ah, there.

You've heard of the face that launched a thousand ships.

Well, here's a lady who could fill as many with tobacco if she so chose.

Wit and wealth aplenty.

- (INDISTINCT CHATTER)
- (CHUCKLES)

CLAIRE: Her husband seems to have captured the attention of the crowd as well.

That's Colonel Washington.

I'm sorry, who?

Colonel George Washington.

He's a former soldier with the Virginia Regiment.

(LAUGHTER)

Well, I should love to meet them both.

Mister and Mistress Fraser recently settled their own estate...

, acres in the Blue Ridge Mountains.

The parcel that Mr. Washington surveyed for me last year.

Yes, I remember.

A magnificent stretch of wilderness.

Aye, good land...

So generously granted to us by His Excellency.

Hitherto unprecedented generosity.

, acres... the governor must be quite fond of you.

TRYON: Of course I'm fond of him.

Mr. Fraser is a loyal man... A former soldier, you know.

Oh?

Were you with us against the French?

No... but I've heard tales of your husband's exploits in those wars.

I fought at Culloden in ' .

I do not recall that battle.

I spent my youth in Virginia.

Chopping down cherry trees...

Is what a-a young boy would do.

- Figure of speech.
- (BELL RINGING)

MAN: Ladies and gentlemen, the play will soon begin.

- Ah.
- Let us be seated.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

George Washington...

He will be perhaps the most famous American to ever live.

What does he do to gain such notoriety?

Well, he's the man who wins the w*r against the British, and he'll be the first leader of this country.

But he won't be a king.

He'll be called a "president," elected by the people.

Oh, if Brianna were here, she'd have a hundred questions to ask him.

Uh, yeah...

I think we're supposed to kneel.

(SOFT MUSIC)

♪

I, Roger Jeremiah...

Do take thee, Brianna Ellen,

to be my lawful wedded wife.

With my goods I thee endow,

with my body I thee worship,

in sickness and in health,

in richness and in poverty,

so long as we both shall live,

I plight thee my troth.

I, Brianna Ellen,

take thee, Roger Jeremiah,

to be my lawful wedded husband.

With my... goods I thee endow,

not that there's much of that.

With my body I thee worship,

in sickness and in health,

in richness and in poverty,

so long as we both shall live.

- The plight.
- Right.

I plight thee my troth.

By the power vested in... this unusual Scottish tradition, I...

I now pronounce us...

BOTH: Man and wife.

♪

♪

Has my mistress returned?

No, still off with that man.

The man of wanton morals?

(CHUCKLES)

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

The Regulators mean to deprive me of my home.

They refuse to see their taxes apportioned for the construction of my palace.

Well, let's hope my men put on a good show tonight.

I'm sorry?

"All the world's a stage, and all the men and women merely players.

They have their exits and their entrances."

Shakespeare, you know. Never goes out of fashion.

(CHUCKLES) Aye, but it's not Shakespeare we're seeing tonight, Your Excellency.

Indeed not, but we are at a theater of His Majesty the King in all its glory, made possible through taxes, not something those insurgents
would ever comprehend.

- A night to remember.
- (CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

But what has this to do with yer men?

The insurgents... (CHUCKLES)

I have a spy in their camp.

They mean to rob a carriage carrying tax monies to the treasury at New Bern...

Tonight, as it leaves Wilmington.

They're here, gentlemen, encamped upon the road to New Bern.

My redcoats are going to arrest them.

Do ye, uh, ken who these men are?

Oh, yes,and they have a leader among them, Murtagh Fitzgibbons.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪

Hmm.

If ye'd like,

I could ride out and join yer men.

Oh, I appreciate your offer, but I have it in hand.

Enjoy the performance. Aye.

♪

(APPLAUSE)

MAN: He comes...

(CARRIAGE CLATTERING ON ROAD)

(SOFT MUSIC)

♪

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

♪

(GASPS)

ROGER: Your skin is so soft.

You're the most beautiful woman I've ever seen.

♪

(GASPS)

♪

(PANTING)

I've wanted this for so long.

If I take you now, it's for always.

Yes...

(SIGHS) Yes, please.

(CRIES OUT SOFTLY)

(GASPING)

(MOANS)

(MOANS QUIETLY)

(GROANS)

(BOTH GASPING, MOANING)

Feel my heart.

Tell me if it stops.

♪

(MOANING)

(GROANING)

(BOTH PANTING)

- What?
- Just...

I want to make this last.

♪

I've been wondering for a while... what color your hair is down here.

- It's...
- Shh, shh.

ROGER: I'm gonna find out for myself.

♪

- And what's that name...
- MAN: What splendid robes.

- LYSIAS: Thank you, sir.
- (LAUGHTER)

LYSIAS: Ambient air, and weary gracious heaven with ceaseless bellows?

MAN: Your ceaseless bellowings.

(LAUGHTER)

LYSIAS: Vardanes sounds with equal harmony, and suits as well the loud repeated shouts of noisy joy.

Can he bid Chaos Nature's rule dissolve?

MAN: I know what's going to happen.

LYSIAS: Can he deprive mankind of light and day, and turn the seasons from their destined course?

- Such poetry.
- MAN: What poetry?

Say, can he do all this and be a god?

(TENSE MUSIC)

♪

(LEAVES RUSTLING, BRANCHES SNAPPING)

Patience, lads.

Can I ask you something?

Anything.

Was it all right? Did I do it right?

Oh, God...

(CHUCKLES)

- It was all right, then?
- Christ, yes.

What could possibly make you think otherwise?

Well, you didn't say anything.

You just lay there like someone had hit you over the head.

(LAUGHS)

I thought maybe you were disappointed.

No. No.

God, no.

Behaving as though you've had your spinal column removed is... a fair indication of male satisfaction.

Can I ask you something?

Of course... husband.

Did it hurt? The first time?

Yes...

but I liked it.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY) Hm.

(INHALES)

Oh, when I thought of our wedding night,

I always pictured... clean sheets, champagne, a bed.

(CHUCKLES)

I have those things.

Not this.

(GENTLE MUSIC)

♪

I don't think I've ever been so happy.

Bree...

(GROANS)

What dares he, Vardanes dares not?

Blush not, noble prince.

- LYSIAS: Have pity.
- (AUDIENCE CHATTERING)

LYSIAS: I'd loud proclaim the merit of Vardanes.

(GROANS SOFTLY)

VARDANES: Brother, my soul endures him not, and he's the bane of all my hopes of greatness.

Artless verse.

- No rhyme intended.
- (LAUGHTER)

Like the sun, he rules the day, and like the night's pale queen...

(GROANS SOFTLY)

VARDANES: My fainter beams are lost when he appears.

And this because he came into the world a moon or two before me.

What's the difference?

- (GROANS)
- Christ, forgive me.

- (SCREAMS)
- This man needs a surgeon!

JAMIE: Colonel, please help me.

Apologies, ladies and gentlemen.

Uh, players, I'm sorry. This... this man is in distress.

This man is dying! Is there a surgeon present?

Here.

Well, my wife is a surgeon, Your Excellency.

You said she was a healer.

I mean, herbs and potions are one thing, but this...

Bring him into the lobby.
Lay him flat on his back.

- Now, please.
- Yes, mistress.

- Now! Now!
- I'm sorry.

(DRAMATIC MUSIC)

What on Earth is going on?

I havena k*lled the man, have I?

No, if he's suffering from what I think he is, you may have just saved his life by forcing me to operate.

Governor Tryon is gonna arrest a g*ng of Regulators tonight, here in Wilmington.

- Murtagh's among them.
- Arrest them for what?

Robbery... a hanging offense.

I must go warn Murtagh, but Tryon canna ken I've gone.

Will ye keep him occupied?

I'll buy you as much time as I can, but be careful.

♪

(GRUNTING)

Inguinal hernia.

His intestines have moved and the blood flow may be cut off.

I need to operate immediately.

You, go behind the stage and find me a needle and thread.

And you, sir, go next door and fetch me a small, sharp Kn*fe, some liquor, and some linens... Lots of linens.

Frohock, for God's sake, find us a surgeon.

I am a surgeon, Your Excellency, and it cannot wait.

Now, if you would be so kind as to assist me...

Should we not undertake this somewhere more private?

We'll have him carried to the inn.

If I don't act quickly, this man will die.

(GASPING)

Mr. Fanning, I need you to take a long drink and hope that it knocks you unconscious.

GEORGE WASHINGTON: How is the patient?

Uh, my wife will do her best to help him.

- She's very skilled.
- Excellent news.

- Ye're leaving?
- We are indeed.

What a lugubrious performance.

You are leaving as well?

Well, I must... fetch my wife's surgical tools from our residence.

May we offer you transport?

Aye.

Here you are, mistress. Ibrought you this as well.

Thank you. Put them down.

No, we don't need more rum.
It's already taken effect.

- He looks so pale.
- WOMAN: He's at death's door.

Where is the needle and thread?

Thank you.

(CROWD MURMURING)

What are you doing?

I'm cleaning the area where I'm going to make an incision.

I need four men to hold down his arms and legs and keep him still while I work.

The rum can only do so much.

He's likely to come in and out of consciousness with pain.

I can't do this without your help.

Please.

(SNAPS FINGERS)

You're his colleague, Your Excellency.

If he wakes, it would do him good to see a friendly face to keep him calm.

- You have a kerchief?
- (LIQUID POURING)

Um, yes.

Well, if he wakes, let him bite down on it.

(CARRIAGE CLATTERING ON ROAD)

Whoa there, now. I, uh, I'll borrow a horse onwards from here.

Thank ye for aiding a fellow soldier.

Is there a w*r I'm not aware of?

Aye. Aye, there is, sir.

(KNOCKS SOFTLY)

Hold him steady.

- (GASPS)
- WOMAN: Oh, my.

(GROANING LOUDLY)

(GASPING)

CLAIRE: There.

(PAINED GROANING)

You must keep calm, Mr. Fanning.

(WHIMPERING)

(INCISION SQUELCHING)

Governor Tryon, talk to him.
Distract him from the pain.

Now, if you lie still, Fanning, when all this is over, I'll dip my hands into the treasury and have a house built for you

with the finest brick exterior you've ever laid your eyes upon.

Impenetrable as a fortress,

- safe from those insurgent mobs.
- CLAIRE: All right.

- Hold him.
- (SCREAMS)

(SCREAMING CONTINUES)

(MUFFLED SCREAMS)

(EXHALES)

Well done, Governor.

I must admit that was all rather exciting.

He, uh,

he won't remember what I said, will he?

MAN: Make way. Let me through.

What hath hell wrought?

I've just begun to close the opening.

You've butchered him, madam.

All he needed was tobacco smoke up through the rear.

No need of you.

The lady has it in hand.

♪

(HOOFBEATS APPROACHING)

MAN: Stop! Will you stop?

(g*ns CLICKING)

Let's take our money back.

(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)

♪

Finished, madam?

Thank you, gentlemen.

I'll see him home.

Believe you may have saved his life.

(CROWD APPLAUDS)

I see now why your husband claims he cannot live without you in the wilderness.

(SOFTLY) You certainly left that to the last moment.

He didna seem to notice.

I think he's going to be all right.

Did you manage to reach Murtagh in time?

I hope so.

MAN: Good evening.

Oh, it's cold out.

- What the...
- It's me, Fergus.

The governor knows of your plan and intends to have you arrested.

(MEN MURMURING)

(SOFTLY) Fergus?

Is that you?

Milord sent me to warn you...

Do not rob the coach.

(CLICKS TONGUE)

♪

(WHISTLES LIKE A BIRD)

May I help you?

(WHISTLING)

Apologies, sir.

We've had a bottle or two this evening.

I thought you might tell us if this is the road to Wilmington.

COACHMAN: Aye, it is.

You must be on your way.

It's not wise to linger on these roads at night.

MAN: Ah, we'll... We'll be doing just that.

Be well, sir. Thanks.

Appreciate it. Come on, come on.

Up here.

Have a good night.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATION)

We've been found out.

Come on. Clear out.

You have a spy in your camp.

I suppose I must.

My godson couldn't be troubled to come here and tell me himself, eh?

He is at the theater.

- The theater?
- (CHUCKLES)

Just as well.

There's no other man I'd rather see.

We should start looking for gems to get back through the stones after we help your parents.

Yeah.

It's just so frustrating not knowing the exact date of the fire.

I know I have time. I just don't know how much.

- (SIGHS)
- I could k*ll that printer.

(CHUCKLES)

When I met him, I was tempted to tell him off, but...

Who?

The printer who smudged the date.

How did you know?

Hmm?

I just told you about the obituary today.

How could you have known about the smudged date or who the printer was?

Unless y...

Unless you already knew.

(SIGHS)

Don't be angry, but I did know.

I found the same obituary.

After I left?

No. Before.

- And you didn't tell me?
- I almost did.

But... (SIGHS)

You were so happy when I told you that your parents found each other.

I couldn't bear making you sad again.

You found out my mother d*ed, and you didn't think that I should know that?

At first, I did.

I wanted to tell ye.

Brianna... there was no point breaking your heart.

Even Fiona agreed...

Fiona?

You talked to Fiona about this?

About my mother and time travel?

That's how I found the obituary.

Fiona had it, or her granny did.

She was a caller for the dancers at Craigh na Dun.

Fiona already knew about time travel, and she agreed that if I told you about the fire, it would do more harm than good.

Oh, she did, did she?

She's the one you consulted about this and not me?

And then the two of you decided that I shouldn't know that my own mother was dead?

She was already dead.

You knew she was dead. She's been dead for years.

What could you do?

This.

Roger, I could do this.

But you didn't want me to.

ROGER: Brianna, we have this gift, but we cannot be the arbiters of who lives and who dies, or we'd save all our loved ones.

That was my decision to make.

I would never have done that to you, Roger.

How dare you take that choice away from me?

I didn't want to break your heart!

No, you wanted me to be happy so I'd marry you.

Yes! Yes.

Pardon me for wanting you to be my wife, which, by the way, you are now, so maybe it's time you listened to me.

What?

I'm your wife, so now I have to do what you say?

Is that how it's gonna be?

You make all of my decisions for me so I don't have to worry my pretty little head?

You're twisting my words.

I nearly d*ed coming after you!

Well, I didn't ask you to come.

Oh, that's right. You just left.

You left without saying a word...

Just a note I was supposed to receive a year later, after ye'd d*ed or got stuck.

- Maybe I should just go back.
- Maybe you should.

Is that what you want?

For me to leave and return through the stones?

Turns out Lizzie and I do pretty well on our own.

Brianna, you told me about your last words to your father and how you've never forgiven yourself for leaving him like that...

Don't you dare bring my father into this.

It's the same thing. Can't you see that?

Right when it matters, you're pushing me away.

Screw you! I was just a kid.

Well, you know what? You still are.

You're acting like a child.

Maybe this was a mistake.

Fine.

If you really believe that, then you should go.

(SOMBER MUSIC)

♪

Look me in the eye and tell me,because if that's what you really want...

I will go.

No one's stopping you.

♪

(DOOR CREAKS OPEN, CLOSES)

(SOBS)

The insurgents must have received word of my plan.

- Someone alerted them?
- TRYON: Obviously.

I told both of you about it, as well as Fanning and Colonel Washington, but... you were all in my company.

No. I saw him leave the play.

Who?

Colonel Washington, Your Excellency.

I saw him and his wife putting on their coats as I ran to fetch the surgeon.

- The two of them?
- Yes.

The two of them together.

Never trust a Virginian.

Washington's day will come.

♪

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

MAN: (LAUGHS) Losing your courage, man?

(CHUCKLES)

I may have lost shillings, but I still have my soul.

A soul is as rare as hen's teeth around here.

How about something with a little more earthly value, then?

You'll need a lot of luck to pull this one off, Bonnet.

BONNET: Yes, I will.

Blow on it, will ye, darlin'?

(MEN CHUCKLING)

Perhaps ye'll change my luck.

Where did you get this?

Why do you ask?

It looks like one my mother had.

Does it now?

Is she alive?

It's bad luck to wear the jewelry of the dead.

I cannot say I've noticed that effect myself, but I can assure you, your mother was both alive and well when I left her.

Where is she?

Afraid I don't know.

My time with the lady was some while ago, though pleasant.

(MEN CHUCKLING)

But if you'd like to return it to her... perhaps an agreement could be reached.

Fold.

- You'll sell it to me?
- Come now.

I never haggle in public.

This lot will learn my tricks.

(LAUGHTER)

(FOOTSTEPS FADING)

(SOFT FOREBODING MUSIC)

♪

How much money do you want for it?

BONNET: I've enough money.

Well, perhaps you could earn it.

I think you've mistaken me. I...

Oh, no, I think you've mistaken me.

No! Please, just let me go.

Please... (SCREAMS)

(GASPING)

- You want to play games, do you?
- No! No!

(GRUNTING)

BRIANNA: Somebody!

(STRUGGLING)

BRIANNA: Somebody, please!

(DOOR SLAMS)

- Two pairs.
- Fold.

BRIANNA: Get off of me!

MAN: Queen high.

BRIANNA: (MUFFLED SCREAMING)

Somebody help me!

Please, somebody help me!

(MEN LAUGHING)

BRIANNA: (MUFFLED SCREAMING)

MAN: Pair.

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

BRIANNA: (MUFFLED CRYING)

MAN: (MURMURS)

BRIANNA: (SOBS)

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BONNET: (GRUNTING)

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BONNET: (MUFFLED) I've had livelier rides.

You know...

I thought ye might've been a virgin...

But that wasn't your first time, was it?

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Forgot something, didn't you?

BONNET: (CHUCKLES)

I pay for my pleasures.

I'm an honest man for a pirate.

If you find your mother, give her my regards.

(FOREBODING MUSIC)

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