A/N: I started writing this and then I got watching Braveheart for the second time wow the soundtrack especially at the very end! Never felt un-proud to be British in my life Christ we were so horrible and sadistic. Takes a lot to make me cry and even on films I rarely cry unless it's The Lion King but anyway the ending I had a lump in my throat, because they won their land and defeated the English but the music playing it just sends shivers. Checkout the soundtrack it's beautiful probably one of my favourite soundtracks of all time. Anyway here's act five the final act. There's gonna be some mischief and mayhem on this one.
To answer jacnaylor1998's question I'm making a guess on 8 months pregnant here she's due in January so yeah 8 months not really sure how long that is in weeks but I hope that helps (:
I know that Braveheart isn't historically correct well I read somewhere it isn't but I really like the film haha so there's a few mentions of it in here.
"Can't believe it's Act Five already," Jonny said and he sat down, "Do you think Jac will be OK?" he asked Mo concerned.
"Of course it's Jac," Mo answered and she smiled, "Knew it wouldn't take Serena long to admit she loves him…did you hear their old married couple argument?" Mo asked laughing.
"Aye like Michael said give it some time they'll be making love by the time this play is finished," Jonny answered and then Mo and himself burst into laughter, "Can you imagine if they got together?" He hit her arm.
"I'm sure a lot of people have said that about us," Jac came walking in finally feeling strong enough to act again, "Anyway those two are a loooong way from getting back together."
"How do you know?" Jonny asked.
"Because," Jac started, "Serena has more brains than that…once a cheat always a…." Jac trailed off not wanting to say the next bit, she hadn't been very faithful and she did not want to make Jonny think she was going to cheat again.
"You OK?" Jonny asked concerned about why she had suddenly gone quiet, "Jac?"
"She just has more brains than that," Jac stated she then saw Jonny from the corner of her eye reaching over, "Jonny?"
"Shh," he placed a finger to his lips and snuck his sister's phone out of her bag, "I'm a wee bit bored let's do some messing."
"Jonny," Mo pulled him back and looked at him like he was mad, "Are you crazy?! She'll go nuts at you."
"It's Gina she goes mad at me anyway," Jonny sat back and pulled up her texts, "She really should learn to lock her phone…right," he scrolled down her contacts until he found her boyfriend's ID, "Right let's have some fun."
"Jonny you are crazy," Jac said to her boyfriend, "She will kill you…Coccyx pain or no Coccyx pain I reckon."
"Aye well it's around Christmas time it's around the time we normally fight so," Jonny tilted his head, "Doesn't really matter right…shall I cause some mischief or shall I make him want her more?" Jonny wiggled his eyebrows.
"Leave us out," Mo placed her hands on the top of her thighs, "She'll floor you Jonny..."
"Yes I know but it's a wee bit of fun come on," Jonny looked at Mo and Jac was Jonny really wanting to wind his sister up? "Pleeease."
"Jonny you're acting like a child," Jac stated, "What happens when she finds out? And you're on the ground because she's trying to get revenge…and your Coccyx gets further injured."
"I'll take the risk," Jonny grinned and texted William: I'm sorry I can't come see you I hope you're OK xxxxx
"That's us gone," Jac and Mo stood up and walked away Gina and Imogen were sat in the audience watching the scene between the doctor played by Sacha, the gentlewoman played by Chantelle who wanted to join in and soon to be Lady Macbeth. Gina completely unaware what Jonny was doing.
Doctor: I have two nights watched with you but can perceive no truth in your report. When was it she last walked?
Gentlewoman: Since his majesty went into the field, I have seen her rise from her bed, throw her nightgown upon her, unlock her closet, take forth paper, fold it, write upon 't, read it, afterwards seal it, and again return to bed; yet all this while in a most fast sleep.
Doctor: A great perturbation in nature, to receive at once the benefit of sleep, and do the effects of watching. In this slumbery agitation, besides her walking and other actual performances, what, at any time, have you heard her say?
Gentlewoman: That, sir, which I will not report after her.
Doctor: You may to me, and 'tis most meet you should.
Gentlewoman: Neither to you nor any one, having no witness to confirm my speech. Serena entered onto the stage holding a candle. Gentlewoman: Lo you, here she comes. This is her very guise; and, upon my life, fast asleep. Observe her, stand close.
Doctor: How came by the light?
Gentlewoman: Why, it stood by her. She has light by her continually. 'Tis her command.
Doctor: You see her eyes open
Gentlewoman: Ay, but their sense is stuck.
Doctor: What is it she does now? Look, how she rubs her hands.
Gentlewoman: It is an accustomed action with her to seem thus washing her hands. I have known her continue in this a quarter of an hour.
Lady Macbeth: Yet here's a spot.
Doctor: Hark! She speaks. I will set down what comes from her, to satisfy my remembrance the more strongly.
Serena rubbed her hands together Lady Macbeth: Out, damned spot! Out, I say!—One, two. Why, then, 'tis time to do 't. Hell is murky!—Fie, my lord, fie! A soldier, and afeard? What need we fear who knows it, when none can call our power to account?—Yet who would have thought the old man to have had so much blood in him.
Sacha looked around trying to figure out where the noise was coming from, Doctor: Do you mark that?
Lady Macbeth: The thane of Fife had a wife. Where is she now?—What, will these hands ne'er be clean?—No more o' that, my lord, no more o' that. You mar all with this starting.
Sacha looked at Serena walked over to her Doctor: Go to, go to. You have known what you should not.
Gentlewoman: She has spoke what she should not, I am sure of that. Heaven knows what she has known.
Serena walked around pretending to be sleepwalking and unaware, Lady Macbeth: Here's the smell of the blood still. All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this little hand. Oh, Oh, Oh!
Doctor: What a sigh is there! The heart is sorely charged.
Gentlewoman: I would not have such a heart in my bosom for the dignity of the whole body.
Doctor: Well, well, well,
Gentlewoman: Pray god it be sir.
Doctor: This disease is beyond my practice. Yet I have known those which have walked in their sleep who have died holily in their beds.
Meanwhile Jonny was still texting Gina's boyfriend, "Mo read this," Jonny gave her the phone.
I miss you to my darling I cannot wait to see you the snow's been causing chaos here xxxxx
Aww hope it settles so it can go xxxx Once I'm able to get back we can warm each other up ;) xxxx
I look forward to it my love ;) we can make up for lost time xxxx
Indeed xxxx
Brits been complaining about the weather? Xxxx
Too much xxxxx
Don't surprise me wait until the weather passes onto England rain I reckon xxxx
Already got a storm here don't worry when I'm back we can make up for lost time xxxx
Aye we will xxx
Best go now bye my love xxxxxxx
Love you lots and lots xxxxxxxxxxx
"That's all you got?" Mo asked shaking her head, "What happened to dirty and stuff?"
"You were against it not long ago," Jonny argued to his best friend who grinned.
"Let me take care of this," Mo winked and Jonny walked over and sat down next to her.
Be sure to wear nothing under your kilt when I'm back I want easy access xxxxxx
"Mo she wouldn't say that," Jonny went to snatch the phone but Mo pressed send, "MO!" Jonny shouted making everyone in the back room look at him, "Nice one."
"What you want to wind her up right?" Mo asked and then the phone vibrated, "Oh what's it say," she taped the phone and it lit up again.
Are you drunk?! Xxxxx
No just horny ;) xxxx
"Mo!" Jonny went to snatch the phone but Mo held her arm up and Jonny landed face first into her lap, he sat up and looked very annoyed, "Mo she wouldn't so that."
"What are you two doing?" Jac and she snatched the phone, "Oh you're in trouble the pair of you…oh he's answered."
Can't do anything about that yet I'm afraid but I'll be sure to keep my below parts warm for you ;) xxxx
I know you will ;) you always do xxxx "Alright stop now," Jonny ordered, "She'll kill of us now…oh god," he buried his face in his hands, "He's going to be expecting her to want to you know."
"You said you wanted to wind her up," Jac shrugged.
Sure you're not drunk? ;) xxxx
Drunk on love ;) I love you xxxx
You're drunk Georgina Maconie I can tell ;) xxxxx
Oh I'm drunk alright drunk on the love you give me xxxxxx
"OK stop now," Jonny begged, "Please she'll kill me she won't hurt you two."
"You started it," Jac threw him back the phone and Jonny caught it in his hands, "We just carried on."
"I'm so dead," Jonny buried his hands in his face again.
"Won't be that bad…least she won't behead you like the Brits did during Braveheart," Mo shrugged.
Serena and Sacha came through to the backstage just finishing their scene, "What you three looking so guilty about?" Serena asked she blew out the candle and set it down on the tiled ground.
"I've only seen Braveheart once," Jac said.
"I've seen it numerous of times thanks to Jonny Mac," Mo said to Jac and Jac laughed, "I'm being serious and every time I see the end well…I get emotional."
"Really?" Jac asked frowning how could anyone cry at films?
"Yeah…I have it on Netflix I'll let you watch it," Mo dug into her rucksack and pulled out her white iPad which had a neon purple case with white spots on, "Seriously you'll feel un-proud to be British by the time this is done."
"Watch it with me then," Jac pulled out of her headphones from her bag and gave Mo the right earphone.
Epic beauty: cobalt mountains beneath a glowering purple sky fringed with pink, as if the clouds were a lid too small for the earth; a cascading landscape of boulders shrouded in deep green grass; and the blue lochs, reflecting the sky.
"Why do I have a feeling I'm going to regret watching this?" Jac asked Mo.
"It's a brilliant film but it shows the English in a bad light," Mo explained, "Soundtrack gives me shivers."
"Yeah I just got one," Jac explained as the main title music started. Jonny was too busy trying to fix the mess Jac and Mo had made to wonder what they were watching.
"Jonny Maconie why do you look very guilty?" Michael asked, "Oh dear," Michael noticed what he had done, "Been playing a game of text the boyfriend?"
"Aye," Jonny answered and he locked the phone then looked at Michael, "Jac and Mo made it worse…now my sister's boyfriend thinks they're going to have lots of sex when she gets back."
Michael burst out laughing and Sacha overheard what had been said, "I'm sorry? How do you know?" Sacha asked and he sat down.
"Because Jac and Mo cooked it up," Jonny answered and he slipped the phone back into her sister's bag, "I am so dead…and when I mean dead I mean she won't care if I have a sore Coccyx or not."
"Shouldn't mess with your big sister then," Michael said.
"I was only having a laugh…those two took it too far," Jonny defended himself and looked at Jac and Mo.
"Well of course it's full of Scots!" Jac yelled making everyone jump and giving her weird looks "This is the King of England?"
"Yes," Mo answered, "Not nice."
"I have a question are the Scots wearing underwear in this?" Jac asked.
"Nope," Mo answered grinning, "You'll find out during the first battle."
"What are they watching?" Sacha asked.
"Judging by Jac yelling 'Of course it's full of Scots' and then the quote about underwear…I'd say it's Braveheart," Michael answered.
"Don't the Irish turn on the English too in this film?" Michael asked and Sacha nodded, "Not very popular."
"Considering Longshanks was hoping to take the crown for himself and he was hardly a nice guy…no wonder they rebelled," Sacha laughed, "I'd rebel."
Ric was on stage with Malik who was playing Angus, Gina realised she hadn't checked her phone in a while and went backstage to check it.
"Piss off!" Jac shouted and Mo locked at her shocked, "I'm sorry he's making it sound like it's OK to…well…urmm," Jac looked down as she remembered what Alan Clooney tried to do to her, she was not proud right now; the English were being put it politely horrible to the Scots and she saw why they rebelled, "Anyway good on William for hitting him across the head."
"Very PTBB," Mo said and Jac looked confused, "Proud to be British."
"Are you right now?" Jac asked annoyed.
"No course not," Mo answered, "Hey shall we take our frustrations out on Edward?" Mo asked and Jac laughed, "Just throw something at him each time the film Edward does wrong…he'll be covered in bruises."
"Yes fight back!" Jac shouted, "Fight back the Brits," Mo laughed at how Jac was enjoying watching those of her home country be brutally injured and killed.
"Will you be quiet!" Harry yelled, "Some of us are trying to listen to the play…oh hey Gina," Harry said eyeing her up.
"Ouch that had to hurt!" Mo said as one of the massive poles went into an Englishman's stomach, "And that," Mo commented as another got punched in the gut.
"That'll need assistance," Jac smirked, "Remind me to never mess with Jonny," Jac joked.
"JONNY MACONIE!" Gina yelled and Jonny got off his seat as fast as his sore back would let him, he ran up on stage and Gina ran after him, "Oh no you don't!" she pushed him to the ground.
"My back you ee-jit!" Jonny yelled at his older sister, "Ah get off," Jonny grabbed Gina's hand and tried to stop her from fighting him.
"Right off you get," Edward ran onto the stage and pulled Gina off Jonny, she tried to run forward but he grabbed her back, "Oh no you don't."
"What's going on?" Mo took the earphone out of her ear and Jac mirrored, "Shit I think Gina found her phone."
"Oh god," Jac stood up and her and Mo dashed onto the stage, "It was us!" Jac yelled, "OK it was us," Jac pointed to herself and Mo, "Did you pause the film?" Jac asked in a whisper.
"Yep," Mo answered, "It was us OK…Jonny's innocent Jonny Mac," Mo ran over to her best friend, "Can you stand up?"
"Aye…just help me will you?" Jonny held out his hand and Mo slowly pulled him up, "Well congratulations I think you've managed too really hurt my Coccyx."
"Why did you do that?" Gina yelled at Mo, "And get your hands off me," Gina pulled away from Edward, "You have got some explaining to do," Gina growled at Jonny.
"You have some explaining to do if you think pushing someone who has injured their back is OK!" Jac yelled at Jonny's older sister, "You could've seriously injured him."
"Well he's fine," Gina folded her arms, "Excuse me I have to clear up the mess you three made."
"It was us!" Mo and Jac yelled together.
"It's got Jonny written all over this plan," Gina pushed past Mo and then sat in the changing room called up William.
"Wow," Zorsia said who was stood in the doorway, "Now that's what I call woman power."
"No it's called stupidity now if you excuse myself and Mo we have a film to watch," Jac walked away and Mo followed, "Oh wait," Jac walked up to Edward and kicked him in the knee, "That's for wanting rid of the Scots! Well not you personally but you're the closest we get to an Edward to blame….so just stop."
Edward rubbed his knee and then looked up at the angry looking red head, "Why me?!"
"Need something to do whilst waiting," Jac shrugged.
"What so you kicked me?" Edward asked.
"No we're watching Braveheart and just to let you know…each time King Edward does something bad," Jac smirked at Edward, "I'll find something to hurt you with."
"Wait until the end if you're anything like me I was crying…then again I was pregnant," Mo said to Jac, "Seriously I was in tears ask Jonny."
"Yes well I don't cry at films," Jac said.
"It's the music that's all and the drama," Mo and Jac then smiled at Edward and walked away, they walked to find Gina looking very annoyed, "You sit down I'll sort this."
"No we done this we sort it," Jac answered back and they sat down on each sides of Gina, "Have we made a mess of your urmm current status?" Jac asked almost sounding concerned.
"Nope but you've really pissed me off," Gina answered, "Is Jonny going to be OK?" Gina asked now sounding concerned.
"He'll be fine just not a smart thing to do though," Mo scolded her even though she was younger than Gina, but she was a medical professional and she knew how serious back injuries were.
"Why were you crying at the end?" Jac asked changing the subject.
"You'll find out right if you excuse us Gina we have a film to finish," Mo stood up.
"Are you seriously going to hit Edward every time the character does as you put it, something wrong?" Gina asked curiously.
"Yeah he's going to be bruised by the time this film is done," Jac slid down the wall with Mo next to her and they put the earphones back in, Mo unlocked her iPad and then they began to watch the film again, "Advantage of not being a main character…I get time to watch films."
Back on stage everyone was getting back into their characters, "Remind me to never get on the wrong side of Naylor," Michael said grinning, "What was that about?" Michael asked Edward.
"Braveheart," Edward answered still rubbing his knee, "I think…anyway let's go before we get yelled at by Jonny."
"Maconie you OK?" Michael noticed Jonny looking in pain, and he slid down the wall,"Jonny?" Michael ran over and tried to help him up, but each time Jonny couldn't move.
"Don't think so," Jonny answered his back was really painful, he was getting shooting pains down his legs and his hips and buttocks were aching.
"Jonny Mac," Imogen ran over and knelt down beside her brother, "Are you OK?"
"No," Jonny whispered and he leant his head on his sister's upper arm, "I don't think I can carry on."
"She's actually hurt you hasn't she?" Elliot asked concerned for the Scottish nurse who he got on well with, "Right let's get him sat down with some pain killers and we'll see it from there."
"Ah!" Jonny yelled; Gina, Jac and Mo all heard, "No, no, no," he yelled and slid back down, "Ah!" Jonny slid down the wall again and breathed in.
"Jonny!" Jac ran over to him and knelt down, "Are you OK?"
"Do I look OK to you?!" Jonny yelled at his pregnant girlfriend but then he felt really guilty, "Sorry it's just…ahhh it hurts."
"You think this hurts…I'm going to be having a baby soon and that means hours of pain," Jac laughed and Jonny did too, "So don't start with me on pain…you've survived a Pneumphorax at eight years old Jonny," Jac whispered in his ear, "I've had one and it hurts I know so please don't complain about this."
"You're acting like I'm dying," Jonny said to Jac.
"Jonny you've got a back injury I'm worried OK," Jac wrapped her arms around him, "The final act and so far Lady Macduff has collapsed, she's kicked Macbeth in the knee and Macduff is trying to stand up…who agrees this has to be the worst play ever?" Jac laughed.
"Aye," they all agreed having got used to saying aye during the rehearsals, "We used adapt this England," Jac said jokingly.
"Doesn't sound right with an English accent," Mo added, "Just like wee doesn't either."
"Right Nurse Maconie," Elliot said clapping his hands, "How are we going to move you?"
"Jonny I'm really sorry," Gina said running over and she knelt down in front of him, "I'm sorry."
"Do anymore of this you'll be as bad as the McIntyre kids," Jonny said and he held out his hand, "I'll forgive you if you forgive me?"
"Aye," Gina said.
"If Jonny's staying here so am I," Jac said and she slid down the wall, "Mo whilst you're up we have a film to finish watching."
"Yes we do I'll get my iPad," Mo said and she went to get the iPad.
"Right let's continue this play," Michael said rubbing his hands together, "I want to help take down Macbeth."
"Whilst we watch the Scots kick the English's arses," Mo said she couldn't remember if she was going to be on more or not, she had seen the film numerous of times but Jac obviously didn't want to watch it alone so she watched it with Jac.
"I seem to remember you cried when we watched it at the pictures," Edward whispered to Serena and Serena looked at Edward confused, "Remember you said something like, "the Brits were so awful back then!""
"Shut up," Serena said and she went red remembering the cinema night very well, she was five months pregnant and her emotions were all over the place. Edward and Serena had wanted to go see it and at the very end Edward felt Serena's hand squeeze his and she was in tears, he was confused at first then it clicked to him. Her dad had clued her up on everything Scotland and he hadn't been gone a year yet, so he realised why she was upset it reminded her of her dad, "I was not crying I had dust in my eye."
"You were crying," Edward done something he instantly regretted as he walked away he slapped her bum, he then ran off as he felt Serena's glare hit him.
"You crossed a liiiine," Jac said to Edward, "Watch it I'm still gonna hurt you."
"I curse my parents for calling me Edward!" Edward yelled and that got everyone laughing, "It's not funny!"
"Oh but it is," Serena said to herself and laughed, "This is going to be fun."
"Yes it will be," Ric said and he squeezed Serena's shoulder, "Not long now until you die and Macbeth."
"Glad to know you'll like me dead," Serena raised her eyebrow, "Right let's get this over and done with…come on," Serena clapped her hands, "Chop, chop."
Everyone apart from Jonny who was physically unable to move, Jac who wanted to be near Jonny and Mo who was having to stay to watch Braveheart with Jac, went backstage.
"Well this is fun," Jonny said stretching his legs out, "What scene you on?" Jonny asked Jac and Mo.
"Where they're at a wedding thing and the….oh no here come the English," Jac answered and stopped as she watched carefully at the screen.
"Are we going to get a running commentary?" Mo asked as much as she had seen the film already, she didn't want a running commentary.
Ric returned onto the stage with Malik ready to restart their scene again, since it had been interrupted by two certain Scots fighting on stage.
Lennox: The English power is near, led on by Malcolm, his uncle Siward and the good Macduff. Revenges burn in them, for their dear causes would to the bleeding and the grim alarm excite the mortified man.
Angus:Near Birnam Wood shall we well meet them; that way are they coming.
Lennox: Who knows if Donalbain be with his brother?
Angus: For certain, sir, he is not. I have a file of all the gentry. There is Siward's son, and many unrough youths that even now protest their first of manhood.
Lennox: What does the tyrant?
Angus: Great Dunsinane he strongly fortifies. Some say he's mad, others that lesser hate him do call it valiant fury. But, for certain, he cannot buckle his distempered cause within the belt of rule.
Lennox: Now does he feel his secret murders sticking on his hands. Now minutely revolts upbraid his faith-breach. Those he commands move only in command, nothing in love. Now does he feel his title hang loose about him, like a giant's robe upon a dwarfish thief.
Angus: Who then shall blame his pestered senses to recoil and start, when all that is within him does condemn itself for being there?
Lennox: Well, march we on, to give obedience where 'tis truly owed. Meet we the medicine of the sickly weal, and with him pour we in our country's purge each drop of us.
Angus: Or so much as it needs, to dew the sovereign flower and drown the weeds. Make we our march towards Birnam.
"Do we have to?" Malik asked Jonny.
"Aye," Jonny answered.
"Fine," Malik and Ric marched off going red as they did, "What are you two watching?" Malik asked.
"Braaaveheaaaart," Jac said in a long drawn tone hoping Malik would go away, "Who's on next?" Jac asked Mo; she didn't know why she was getting along with Mo, pregnancy had softened her in a slight way she even wanted to help Zorsia to try and be a surgeon well she dissembled the skeleton and then waited to see if she would actually reassemble.
"Macbeth's on next," Mo answered.
Backstage Edward finished getting ready for his scene and Sacha was going to be the servant. Edward walked onto the stage receiving a glare; no doubt King Edward I of England had just done something bad.
Macbeth: Bring me no more reports. Let them fly all. Till Birnam Wood remove to Dunsinane I cannot taint with fear. What's the boy Malcolm? Was he not born of woman? The spirits that know all mortal consequences have pronounced me thus: "Fear not, Macbeth. No man that's born of woman shall e'er have power upon thee." Then fly, false thanes, and mingle with the English epicures. The mind I sway by and the heart I bear shall never sag with doubt nor shake with fear.
Sacha walked onto the stage and walked over to Edward, Edward jumped in fright.
Macbeth: The devil damn thee black, thou cream-faced loon! Where got'st thou that goose look?
"God the English are so I can't think of a polite word!" Jac shouted.
"Jac shh!" Mo ordered as she disturbed the acts, "I think the polite word is greedy."
"No shit," Jac whispered and she carried on watching, "Ughh and we're back on the English," Jac grumbled.
"You're so patriotic Jac," Mo said sarcastically, "But I couldn't agree more," Mo then laughed quietly as one of her favourite quotes were about to come up.
"YES!" Jac yelled as William Wallace punched the Brit in the face, she had woke up Cassidy and annoyed most of the audience along with the cast who were currently on stage.
"Jac please will you be quiet," Sacha begged, "Please."
"Shh," Jac and Mo said together which made everyone roll their eyes.
"You were the one who…oh forget it," Sacha brushed it off and acted again.
Servant: There is ten thousand—
Macbeth: Geese, villain!
Servant: Soldiers sir.
Macbeth: Go, prick thy face and over-red thy fear, thou lily-livered boy. What soldiers, patch? Death of thy soul! Those linen cheeks of thine are counselors to fear. What soldiers, whey-face?
Servant: The English force so please you.
Macbeth: Take thy hence!
Sacha bowed and exited, "What the bloody hell is wrong with Jac?" Sacha asked Michael.
"She's watching Braveheart," Imogen answered instead of Michael, "And doing a running commentary I guess."
"She really don't like the English in that," Sacha laughed, "Couldn't think of a polite word apparently."
Mary-Claire walked over to them and ducked beside them, "If my sister comes in looking for me…I'm not here OK!" Mary-Claire demanded for the rest to agree.
"What's the matter with you?" Harry asked the young Irishwoman.
"I don't want to be the one to calm Cassidy again…thanks to Ms Naylor she woke her up," Mary-Claire explained, "Is Jonny going to be OK?"
"He'll be fine with lots of back rest," Elliot answered, "I hope."
"You hope?" Gina asked worried she hadn't meant to hurt him, she just let her anger get the better of her.
"Well he seems to be in a lot of pain, I reckon he might need to go for a CT scan…but that's if he doesn't heal with rest," Elliot explained to Gina who looked close to tears, "Please don't worry."
"Oh god I've really hurt him," Gina buried her face in her hands and Imogen looked worried too, "I didn't mean too."
"I know please don't worry," Elliot said calmly, "It'll be fine…I shouldn't have worried you."
"Listen to the doctor Jonny says he's the best surgeon in the country," Imogen said to Gina and Gina sighed heavily.
"Yeah don't worry he's fine," Mary-Claire said then she heard a familiar accent, "Oh hide me please…please," Mary-Claire ran and hid behind door.
"Any of you seen Mary-Claire?" Ciara asked.
"Yeah you're looking right at her," Harry answered and Gemma rolled her eyes, "What it's true Ciara's her identical twin sister."
"Seriously Harry," Ciara put her hands on her hips and Harry laughed, "Harry?!"
"Can I ask is it true you can speak Irish Gaelic?" Harry asked and he gave Mary-Claire enough time to slope off.
"Yes that is true," Ciara answered, "I've answered your question you answer mine."
"I think she's gone to the shop something about needing more potatoes," Harry burst into laughter and Ciara looked at him disapprovingly; Mary-Claire heard and she couldn't help it she stormed in.
"You said you'd stop that!" Mary-Claire yelled at her colleague and Harry composed himself and then Ciara stood aside Mary-Claire.
"Bloody hell that's creepy," Harry said to Gemma, "It's like…it's just hard to explain…Identical twins are just weird."
"I think their rather spectacular," Elliot mentioned, "I find it amazing how two separate people can come out looking the same."
"Pleeease Cassidy is driving me mad and Keela's popped to the shops to get nappies and milk," Ciara pouted and Mary-Claire sighed, "I'll pay you."
"Tá sé seo ridiculous!" Mary-Claire shouted angrily and she had used Irish Gaelic instead of English.
"Cén fáth? Tá a fhios agat calms sí síos le leat!" Ciara argued back and nobody had any idea what they were saying.
"Do you speak Gaelic?" Harry asked Gemma. Mary-Claire walked out and Ciara followed.
"No I don't," Gemma answered, "Though I think we're about to learn some."
"Two Irishwomen fighting this is going to be even better than when she yelled at me," Harry said grinning and Gemma rolled her eyes, "Come on it's going to be funny."
"Ná shiúlann tú ar shiúl ó dom Mary-Claire!" Ciara yelled and Mary-Claire walked on, "Mary-Claire!"Ciara caught up with her and turned her around,
"Shórtáil seo amach duit féin go bhfuil mé ar an saol!" Mary-Claire yelled.
"What the hell?" Mo asked and she paused the film, "Are they yelling what I think they're yelling in?"
"Yes I think they're yelling in Gaelic," Jac answered laughing, "This should be god I love arguments in different languages."
Orla stood up being the current oldest whilst Keela was at the shop, "What the hell?" she yelled at her two sisters.
"Éist suas Orla!" Mary-Claire and Ciara said at the same time.
"Oh a foreign language argument should be good," Edward said grinning.
"I can't stand this I've had enough," Serena grumbled how she just wanted everyone to stop shouting and to get on with it, "Right what is going on? And in English if you don't mind."
"Why is it always me?" Mary-Claire argued.
"You barely see her sorry for thinking maybe you'd want to spend time with your niece," Orla argued back.
"Ah!" Serena held her arms up to tell them all to be quiet, "If I hear anymore out of any of you that includes the Maconie trio, you'll regret the day you were all born. Capiche?"
"Aye," the three Maconie's answered.
"Yes Ms Campbell," Mary-Claire, Ciara and Orla said together, "Sorry."
"Now please can we all get along? That would make everything a lot easier," Serena walked away and left those looking very confused.
"Well she's definitely the devil in disguise," Mary-Claire said.
"I used to say that," Edward said out loud and covered his mouth, but then he realised how it was actually him who was the devil.
"Actually I think you'll find Edward it's Satan in Disguise for you," Serena called from the backstage, "I saw Satan laughing with delight the day the music died."
"So come on Jack be nimble, Jack be quick, Jack Flash sat on a candlestick," Mo sang and Jac glared, "Sorry."
"Bye, bye, Miss American Pie drove my Chevy to the levee but the levee was dry," Michael added from backstage.
…
Five minutes later Edward finished his scene and then looked at Jonny, "Urmm Jonny you're on," Edward said and Jonny looked at him like he was crazy, "Know anyone who can take over?"
"No need," Mr Maconie stood up and walked up to the stage, "I've got it."
Mo and Jac laughed as William Wallace said to the English Lord "Were they dressed like this? Actually, it was more like 50. Make it quick.
"You two finished yet?" Mr Maconie asked Jac and Mo and they nodded, "Good right let's get this over and done with."
Ric, Arthur and Michael also Malik entered onto the stage again marching, "I feel ridiulus," Ric said to Michael.
"I know," Michael agreed.
Malcolm: Cousins, I hope the days are near at hand that chambers will be safe.
Angus: We doubt it nothing.
Lennox: What wood is this before us?
Ross: The wood of Birnam.
Malcolm: Let every soldier hew him down a bough and bear 't before him. Thereby shall we shadow. The numbers of our host and make discovery err in report of us.
Ross: It shall be done
Lennox: We learn no other but the confident tyrant keeps still in Dunsinane and will endure our setting down before 't.
Malcolm:'Tis his main hope: For, where there is advantage to be given, both more and less have given him the revolt, and none serve with him but constrainèd things whose hearts are absent too.
Macduff: Let our just censures attend the true event, and put we on industrious soldiership.
Lennox: The time approaches that will with due decision make us know what we shall say we have and what we owe. Thoughts speculative their unsure hopes relate, but certain issue strokes must arbitrate. Towards which, advance the war.
They exited whilst Edward re-entered onto the stage along with Harry who would play Seyton something they found highly amusing, "Mate sure you don't want to swap roles?" Harry asked laughing.
"No I quite like playing Macbeth thank you," Edward answered.
Macbeth: Hang out our banners on the outward walls. The cry is still "They come!" Our castle's strength will laugh a siege to scorn. Here let them lie till famine and the ague eat them up. Were they not forced with those that should be ours, we might have met them dareful, beard to beard, and beat them backward home.
Gemma stood by the door and cried.
Macbeth: What is that noise?
Seyton: It is the cry of a woman, my good Lord. Harry exited for a short second.
Macbeth: I have almost forgot the taste of fears. The time has been my senses would have cooled to hear a night-shriek, and my fell of hair would at a dismal treatise rouse and stir as life were in 't. I have supped full with horrors. Direness, familiar to my slaughterous thoughts cannot once start me.
Harry reappeared.
Macbeth: Wherefore was that cry?
Seyton: The queen my lord is dead.
Macbeth: She should have died hereafter. There would have been a time for such a word. Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow, creeps in this petty pace from day to day to the last syllable of recorded time, and all our yesterdays have lighted fools the way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle! Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player that struts and frets his hour upon the stage and then is heard no more. It is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing.
Enter Michael a messenger.
Macbeth:Thou comest to use thy tongue; thy story quickly.
Messenger: Gracious my lord, I should report that which I say I saw, but know not how to do 't.
Macbeth: Well, say, sir.
Messenger: As I did stand my watch upon the hill, I looked toward Birnam, and anon methought the wood began to move.
Macbeth: Liar and slave!
Messenger: Let me endure your wrath, if 't be not so. Within this three mile may you see it coming; I say, a moving grove.
Macbeth: If thou speak'st false, upon the next tree shall thou hang alive till famine cling thee. If thy speech be sooth, I care not if thou dost for me as much. I pull in resolution and begin to doubt th' equivocation of the fiend that lies like truth. "Fear not, till Birnam wood do come to Dunsinane"; and now a wood comes toward Dunsinane.—Arm, arm, and out!— if this which he avouches does appear, there is nor flying hence nor tarrying here. I 'gin to be aweary of the sun, and wish th' estate o' th' world were now undone.— ring the alarum-bell!—Blow, wind! Come, wrack! At least we'll die with harness on our back.
Edward exited with Michael meanwhile Jac and Mo were still watching Braveheart and were now one hour into the film, at the part where the English trapped the rebels, "I want to shout English you knows," Jac whispered to Mo.
"Join the club…god it really does show us in a bad light, never really noticed it because I mostly sit in silence with Jonny but with you it's like…wow how bad were we?" Mo said to Jac.
"Arrogant, greedy, bastards," Jac whispered, "That's what we were…ha I can imagine him saying, "Woo hoo up here…come and get us British," Jac said and Mo burst into silent laughter, "Oh I really am a English patriot."
"Might need to make you my new Braveheart watch mate…we seem to know how to take the mickey out of the Britties," Mo said and they cracked into laughter, "I call that one."
"Whatever," Jac clicked the play button again.
The lights dimmed and all you could see was the light from the iPad: Michael and Jonny's dad entered onto the stage along with some of the other cast to make an army.
Malcolm: Now near enough. Your leafy screens throw down, and show like those you are.—You, worthy uncle, shall, with my cousin, your right-noble son, lead our first battle. Worthy Macduff and we shall take upon 's what else remains to do, according to our order.
Macduff: Make all our trumpets speak; give them all breath, those clamorous harbingers of blood and death.
They exited.
Sounds of battle and trumpets happened Finn now a little bit scared went under the table, and Cassidy was now with Mary-Claire who decided to give in.
"What the hell?" Jac exclaimed, "What's an Irishman doing there?" Jac asked and she got a few disapproving looks off the Carter's, "What? There's an Irishman here."
"Insane Irish," Mo whispered and Jac giggled, "Yeah that's his friend leave him alone!"
"Will you two shut up?!" The audience yelled and even though it was entertaining how they just wanted the play to get on.
"And they say I'm hormonal?" Jac shook her head and Mo and Jac got their phones out and wrote on the notes app.
Ouch that looks painful! – Jac
I know but lmao you pissed off the Carter's oh I love this music! – Mo
I nearly went to Stirling Univeristy – Jac
Why didn't you? – Mo
Didn't meet the grades – Jac
Oh well you became a doctor anyway – Mo
I don't think they have underwear on under those :s – Jac
Just wait you'll find out – Mo
Oh shit here we come again – Jac
Ouch those look painful – Mo
Ikr bloody hell there's loads! What?! Are they crazy! – Jac
William Wallace to the save the day ;) – Mo
Is this the Freedom speech scene? – Jac
Yep – Mo
English are too many fight us! – Jac
Jesus Jac what's wrong with you? – Mo
We're horrible in this :'( - Jac
I can only picture Jonny during this Freedom speech, there's a scene where I want you to picture Jonny OK?- Mo
What scene is that? And what does that Alba thing mean? – Jac
Kilts and picture him as Mel Gibson OK'? and Scotland something – Mo
Alarms sounded and Jonny's dad entered back onto the stage,
Macduff: That way the noise is. Tyrant, show thy face! If thou beest slain, and with no stroke of mine, my wife and children's ghosts will haunt me still. I cannot strike at wretched kerns, whose arms are hired to bear their staves. Either thou, Macbeth, or else my sword with an unbattered edge I sheathe again undeeded. There thou shouldst be; by this great clatter, one of the greatest note seems bruited. Let me find him, fortune, and more I beg not.
Mr Maconie exited and battle sounds sounded again, Michael entered onto the stage.
Malcolm: We have met with foes that strike beside us
The background changed and battle sounds continued entering onto the stage is Edward looking bloody.
Macbeth: Why should I play the Roman fool and die on mine own sword? Whiles I see lives, the gashes do better upon them.
Entering is Mr Maconie and he looked very angry in character he acts very well.
Macduff: Turn, hellhound, turn!
Macbeth: Of all men else I have avoided thee. But get thee back. My soul is too much charged with blood of thine already.
Macduff:I have no words. My voice is in my sword. Thou bloodier villain than terms can give thee out!
They lifted out handmade pretend swords and fought each other, "Bloody hell," Gemma said from backstage, "They're way good."
"I know," Harry said quietly, "Never told us your dad was a good actor," Harry said to Imogen and Gina.
"Why would we? We don't know you," Gina answered.
"I think Ms Naylor and Ms Effanga are indulged in the film they're watching," Elliot said chuckling to himself.
"Have you heard the amount of times she's interrupted?" Michael asked, "Remind me to never take her to the cinema."
"Wouldn't that be Jonny anyway?" Gina asked frowning to the American.
Right here it comes picture Jonny OK?!
LMAO! Oh can we get Jonny to do that pleeeease?! –Jac refrencing from the scene where they lift up their kilts.
No way he won't! - Mo
Get him drunk ;)- Jac
Even then no he won't, not like you haven't seen it all before ;) – Mo
Jac drew the two finger sign
;) – Mo
Shut up! Shit they better lift them down quick! – Jac
Ouch! – Mo
Lmao at the Irishman so supportive. Oh my god ouch! Ouch! Right in the ass! – Jac
Pfft arrogant English again ;) – Mo
Those spears are going to hurt- Jac
Cruel and sadistic in this too – Mo
You think? – Jac
Charge! – Mo
Dudda da da da daaaa! – Jac
NOT THE HORSES! Kill the Brits not the horses – Mo
You think they need medical assistance? – Jac
No they've got it – Mo
Chaaarge! – Jac
Get the Brits! Take them doooown- Mo
"Can you two turn that down please?" Jonny asked nicely he was hearing sounds of battle and also trying to listen to the play.
"Sorry," Jac whispered and then she internally laughed at the image of Jonny.
Macbeth: Thou losest labor. As easy mayst thou the intrenchant air with thy keen sword impress as make me bleed. Let fall thy blade on vulnerable crests; I bear a charmèd life, which must not yield to one of woman born.
Macduff: Despair thy charm, and let the angel whom thou still hast served tell thee, Macduff was from his mother's womb untimely ripped.
They thought and battled each other the music blaring and battle sounds seared around the room, bad time for children to be here Chrissie feeling a bit uncomfortable took Finn and Cassidy aside and waited for the fighting to stop.
…
One hour later of pretend battle and different army's being bought in, some were convinced Jonny had watched Braveheart before directing this because the battles reminded them strongly bar the kilt lifting and other stuff; they added in different scenes to make it longe. But Jac and Mo were now on the scene where William Wallace was captured by the English and now being tortured.
Macbeth: Accursèd be that tongue that tells me so, for it hath cowed my better part of man! And be these juggling fiends no more believed, that palter with us in a double sense. That keep the word of promise to our ear, and break it to our hope. I'll not fight with thee.
Macduff: Then yield thee, coward, and live to be the show and gaze o' th' time. We'll have thee, as our rarer monsters are, painted on a pole, and underwrit, "Here may you see the tyrant."
Macbeth: I will not yield, to kiss the ground before young Malcolm's feet, and to be baited with the rabble's curse. Though Birnam Wood be come to Dunsinane, and thou opposed, being of no woman born, yet I will try the last. Before my body I throw my warlike shield. Lay on, Macduff, and damned be him that first cries, "Hold, enough!"
They exit fighting. Trumpets and battle noises. The trumpet of one army sounds a call to retreat. The other army's trumpet sounds a call of victory.
Out from the stage a sound of stabbing in the chest and a final cry was heard, "Macbeth's dead," Mo whispered to Jac.
Are they really going to behead him! – Jac
I'm afraid so :/ - Mo
:'( Why were we so cruel! – Jac
Jac calm down it's a film OK yes the battle did happen but please don't cry- Mo
:'( even the Irish turned against the Brits!- Jac
Calm down please! – Mo
:'( WE WERE SO CRUEL- Jac
The victorious army enters, led byMALCOLM, ROSS, and LENNOX twith a drummer and flag.
Malcolm: I would the friends we miss were safe arrived.
Lennox: Some must go off. And yet, by these I see, So great a day as this is cheaply bought.
Malcolm: Macduff is missing
Ross: Macduff killed Macbeth!
Lennox: Then he is dead?
Ross: Ay, and brought off the field. Your cause of sorrow must not be measured by his worth, for then. It hath no end.
Lennox: Had he his hurts before?
Ross: Ay, on the front.
Lennox: Why then, God's soldier be he! Had I as many sons as I have hairs, I would not wish them to a fairer death. And so, his knell is knolled.
Enter Mr Maconie carrying Edward which made everyone laugh, "One tyrant," Mr Maconie said.
King Edward I tyrant is dead and Edward "Macbeth" is dead two tyrants gone with the same name! –Jac
Don't sound too happy- Mo
Have you seen what the Brits did?! – Jac
Yes but it's centuries ago Jac it's fine –Mo
WE WERE STILL CRUEL! – Jac
Mo hadn't meant to upset Jac, but she couldn't talk even she got upset when she watched it with Jonny when pregnant and now Jac was close to tears, "It's OK," Mo said laughing, "OK it was ages ago…they're over it."
"Still doesn't make it right he wanted them gone…god he was so greedy!" Jac exclaimed in a harsh whisper.
"Sure you want to see the ending?" Mo asked in a whisper and she paused the film.
"Yes," Jac answered and she huffed, "I'm still annoyed at the English."
"Oh aren't we always?" Mo asked laughing.
Macduff: Hail, king! For so thou art. Behold where stands the usurper's cursèd head. The time is free. I see thee compassed with thy kingdom's pearl, that speak my salutation in their minds, whose voices I desire aloud with mine. Hail, King of Scotland!
Everyone clapped and stood up but Jac and Mo were about to get emotional, Mo had no idea but watching it with Jac made it much more emotional the way she was talking about the English in the film made Mo realise, how cruel and sadistic they were.
"Wooo!" The Irish table clapped, "Even though we missed loads we loved it!"
"Let's give a round of applause for our cast!" Jonny shouted from the floor, "I can't stand up but let's have a round of applause for: The three witches!" The three witches ran on stage and took a bow then stepped aside, "Lady Macbeth!" Jonny called and Serena walked on and took a bow, "Lennox, Ross, Malcolm and Donalbain you two may return from Ireland and England now!" Jonny called.
"Damn I was just getting used to the potatoes," Harry said as he walked on and took a bow.
"The murderers!" Jonny called and Mary-Claire walked on but Mo was missing, "I said murderers not murderer!" Jonny called, "Mo!"
"Hang on," Jac and Mo put their hands up, "It's the end," Mo added.
"NO DO NOT HAND OVER YOU CROWN!" Jac yelled, "SHUT UP!"
"Arrogant BRIT!" Mo yelled. Everyone was looking at them like they had gone mad.
"NO DON'T!" Jac shouted near tears, "YES! YES! YES!"
"Jesus Jac calm down!" Michael yelled.
"Don't you start!" Jac shouted, "What's he so annoyed for?"
"Ah the music good old Hamish!" Mo shouted and her and Jac hugged, "Take back what is yours!" Jac shouted.
"Kick the Brits backsides!" Mo shouted.
"And kicked the Britties arses!" Mo and Jac said together, "Yay," Jac said and her and Mo hugged again, "They won their land!" Mo said.
"We were so cruel," Jac said sadly, "Why?!"
"Jac relax," Jonny said concerned, "Jac are you? Jac are you crying?" Jonny asked in disbelief.
"We were so cruel," Jac said and Jonny hugged her tight, "I'm sorry."
"Jac it was centuries ago you don't need to say sorry," Jonny said and he kissed her head as Jac cried into him, "She's doing a you," Jonny said to Mo.
"And a Serena," Edward winked and his ex glared at him, "You cried Serena I remember it well."
"I did not cry!" Serena argued back.
"You did you were in tears saying how, the English were so cruel and why did they have to be so cruel," Edward laughed at the memory, "I remember," Edward tapped his head.
"Shut up…I only cried because of the music," Serena admitted.
"Yeah and also because you were happy they won their freedom," Edward added, "No point lying I remember it clearly."
Jac pulled away from Jonny embarrassed by her outburst, "Sorry I don't know what's with me," Jac said drying her eyes.
"You looked too much into the film," Jonny said and he rubbed her arm, "That's all…so that's what you two were messaging each other about?"
"Yeah," Jac nodded, "I feel so un-proud to be British right now," Jac hid her face and felt her cheeks burning, "They were so horrible."
"Stop crying," Gina said kindly, "Trust me it's been centuries…"
"But they still tried to take your land," Jac cried again her hormones were all over the place and it was making Jonny to want to laugh.
"Jac you're looking too into this OK the Battle did happen but it's a film OK so stop…crying," Jonny said kindly.
"Still doesn't make it fair," Jac said childishly, "Anyway sorry we ruined the cast bows."
"Just a wee bit," Jonny said laughing, "Right the murderers," Jonny called and Mo stood up and walked over, "Lady Macduff is here and is not moving because she's still a bit wobbly," Jonny said and he held up Jac's arm, "Banquo! Where is Banquo!?" Jonny called and Sacha came running on to take a bow, "A massive thank you to Malik, Chantelle, my dad and for being a wonderful audience."
"You all know what comes after these things?" Michael said winking.
"An after party!" Sacha yelled, "We came prepared!"
"Thank god for that because it's tipping it down out there," Keela said who had just recently returned to the shops, "Heaven's have opened."
Insane Irish ;) Mo texted Jac.
The Almighty tells me he can get me out of this mess, but he's pretty sure you're fucked. Jac texted Mo back laughing.
"Oh and now she's laughing," Jonny observed.
"Hey Jac," Mo said to Jac, "Charge!"
"Dudda da da da daaaa!" The colleagues who usually didn't get on very well, seemed to be getting along very well right now; they both burst into laughter.
"Right," Harry said then he looked to Jonny, "Does this happen often?"
"From crying to laughing yes…not sure what this is," Jonny said thoroughly confused, "Anyway if there's an after party I need help."
"Oh yeah," Gina said sounding guilty, "Take my hand," she offered her hand.
"You won't slam me again?" Jonny asked and he grinned.
"No I'll just throw you back down," Gina answered sarcastically, "Of course I won't."
After a few attempts Jonny was finally back up on his feet, "Jonny Maconie stands!" Jonny yelled, "Right time to get drunk," Jonny rubbed his hands together.
A/N: Two more chapters the after party and the next day! I have no idea what happened here it went a bit weird to be honest I have a feeling it's terrible ): anyway please let me know what you think…Jac's reactions to Braveheart are like the ones I had when I very first watched it haha. So two more chapters then it's done what would be great is some ideas for the after party involving everyone I must ask no ideas about Jac falling down stairs or anything like please I need fun ideas haha. It is now 02:22am wooo! Hope you enjoyed it it's a tad bit messed up. Anyway look forward to hearing your opinions (: Janny and Sedward ideas please Serena and Edward are going to get very drunk so drunken ideas for them would be great!
A/N: I made Jac and Mo get along because I thought they could keep each other company sorry if they OOC but end of the day Jac is pregnant and Mo is a good support person also it's fanfiction so it means anything can happen haha.
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