I wonder how long that guy was in the makeup chair.
Guess who's back, back again. Charlie's back, tell a friend...
Like these guys in wigs will ever get close to the battlefield.
Charlie's plan is a good one, if a bit cowardly. But knowing what happens, Jamie will take it.
Whoa there, Charlie. You want Claire to do what?? And Jamie's her "lord and master"? Have you met her?!
Dougal looks comfy. Poor Murtagh, always stuck babysitting the children, young and old.
Dude just kicked his uncle.
"Look Ma, no hands!"
Angus, stop embarrassing Rupert in public.
Really, Redcoats? He's one man! https://www.getyarn.io/yarn-clip/d5bd02bb-8cb6-4841-8d46-36494038f001
Fergus is bored. War should have a summer camp. Not.
Aw. Angus loves Rupert.
I hope Murtagh gets some recognition, yet I don't want him putting himself in danger.
Way to get a kiss, Angus!
'This day'. Sadness here.
What a kiss! So sweet. Now that's a proper send-off.
Fergus, what are you doing?
I did't know the brought their kilts into battle. Weren't they worried about losing them?
Dougal's war face needs to be recorded.
The war is...bloody.
Poor Rupert!
Is it bad that I am glad Dougal killed that soldier? Because of him, Black Jack had easy access to Claire.
That moment your wife tells you to pee in a beaker. And you do it on a bet. But then the Prince walks in.
Charlie just delivered a smackdown. He's not as wimpy as I thought.
One stone, two problems. Although, Charlie can't expect them to be enemies on the battlefield and friends in private. This isn't baseball.
What a horrible way to die. I'll miss you, Angus. Who else wants to give Rupert a hug?
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