:14:03
a black he-goat must be ta'en alive
off Ben Tarry by six barefoot virgins.
:14:09
I myself slaughter it.
:14:11
The daughters wrest the stomach out,
and stuff it wi' entrails.
:14:16
Bright entrails.
:14:18
Sear it, boil it, and serve it up.
:14:21
And eat it?
:14:23
- Warm reekin'.
- Sounds d-delicious.
:14:28
We start feastin' at midnight,
washin' the haggis down wi' usquebaugh.
:14:32
One gies strength to the limbs,
the other fire to the blood for dancin'.
:14:37
- Dancing?
- The McTarry funeral fling.
:14:41
"Argar, argar garar goru argar" it goes.
:14:46
- Most m-moving.
- Ah, we dance till we fall in our tracks.
:14:49
And after an hour's repose,
the piper wakes us
:14:53
to the tune o' "Awa' to the Grouse"
:14:55
and awa' we go
to the memorial grouse shoot.
:14:58
B-But surely the grouse
are not in season?
:15:01
Whenever a McTarry dies,
the grouse come into season.
:15:12
I'm Heather.
:15:15
I'm Meg. Your bath's ready, Sir James.
:15:18
- Thank you.
- At the end of the passage.
:15:21
- Very kind of you.
- Let us help you out o' your duddies.
:15:25
- No, thank you. I can manage m-my...
- We always helped Daddy.
:15:29
How many of you are there?
D-Daughters, I mean.
:15:33
- 11 in all.
- 11? M-My word.
:15:38
And how do the ages run?
:15:41
Who is the... How young is the youngest?
:15:43
- 16.
- And the eldest?
:15:46
19.
:15:47
You mean there are only...?
That's my loose kneecap.
:15:50
There are only three years
between all 11 of you?
:15:54
Some of us are adopted daughters.
:15:56
I see. Steady.
:15:59
- Are there any m-men in the house?
- Nane but the pipers.