Burke And Hare Page #4

Hello?

Are you all right, Joseph?

Do I look all right,

you bleed in' Irish bastards?!

You'll no' be takin' my coat.

I remember.

Old Nosey was there himself.

He says, "Stand up, guards.

Now, Maitland, now's your time."

And over we go, fight in',

fight in' the Frogs.

Did I ever tell you about the time...

the time...

I saw the man, the wee man himself,

Napoleon?

Aye, it were a treat.

And that idiotic hat.

Forgive me, Father...

for I know not what I do.

He shouldn't have to go like this.

A hero should be laid to rest among

his comrades

in the corner of some distant

foreign field,

on the battleground surrounded

by his fellow men-at-arms.

No, Willy, it's far better this way.

A man deserves to die in the comfort of

his own bed surrounded by his friends.

Never again, William.

Old Joseph

was the last one for me.

Look, we'll talk about it later, Willy.

For now just smile

and try to look important.

-- Er, excuse z-moi--

-- You're not coming in wearing those.

-- But they are French.

-- Exactly. So sling your hook.

-- Pardon?

-- Sling your hook.

-- Hook?

-- Your hook.

-- Hook?

-- Your hook, sling it.

-- We're on the guest list.

-- Name?

William Wordsworth.

Plus one.

Welcome to McOakley's,

Mr. Wordsworth.

And may I say how much I admired

your poem about the daffodils.

Oh, too kind.

Very nice, very nice.

Aye.

No chance. Piss off.

Get out.

What are you having?

It's inconceivable

that the height of culture

on offer in Edinburgh

is this bloody dive.

Which is why I'm proposing--

and don't laugh at me--

that we put on...

"Macbeth."

It's got everything.

Sex, murder, magic, betrayal.

I think it's a great idea, Ginny.

-- You do?

-- I really do.

There's just one problem.

Wasn't Macbeth a king?

Wouldn't that make him a man?

I'm talking about the first all-female

production of a Shakespeare play!

But it costs money to put on a play,

Ginny.

None of us want to go back

on the game.

-- Never.

-- Nobody's going back on the game.

All we need is for a wealthy and

discerning patron to take the bait.

What are you doing?

That which hat h made them drunk

hat h made me bold, Em.

Had I but died

an hour before this chance,

I had liv'd a blessed time...

Someone's had a few too many.

Who can be wise, amaz'd,

temp'rate and furious

loyal and neutral in a moment?

No man.

The violent expedition of my love

has outrun the pauser reason.

Have you not heard

of William bloody Shakespeare?

Show some respect!

Bollocks.

Can I help you?

Uh... just, your--

your speech there was--

it was wonderful, madam.

-- Doctor.

-- Doctor.

Doctor!

You look like the proverbial cat that

swallowed the canary, Doctor Monro.

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