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(bird whistling)

- [Narrator] The Highlands are quiet now.

It was not always so.

(gentle bagpipe music)

Not long ago, the glens
shook to the sound of drums.

The Bonnie Prince had come from France

to reclaim the English throne
for the House of Stewart.

In the Highlands, men dug their
claymores out of the earth

and flocked round his standard.

Others stood firm for the English king.

They met on a moor near Culloden.

I was not there, but I heard
tell of it on all sides.

(dramatic music)

(man groans)

(horse whinnies)

- [Soldier] Use your bayonets, damn you!

No quarter for the king's rebels!

Move them along! Come on!

Get them up!

(horse whinnies)

(horses sighing)

- Take a message to my father, the king.

Tell him the pretender

to the English throne has been thrashed,

this day on Culloden Moor,

and that Bonnie Prince
Charlie, as he calls himself,

is in flight in the heather.

Tell him that it only
remains for the pacification

of the Highlands to begin.

(guns firing)

And this is now underway.
(door crashes)

(gun fires)
(family screaming)

Take that message to King George

and tell him further
that we have taken note

that the public order
of the rebels yesterday

was to give us no quarter.

And therefore, they may expect none.

We shall end this
nonsense once and for all

so that never again will the Jacobite

rebellious spirit disturb the
peace of our two countries.

Now, this generation must be wore out

before Scotland is quiet again.

Never again will the
presumptuous Stewarts lay claim

to the British throne.

Their escapade is over.

They have dared and they have lost.

(people chattering)

Inform my father that upwards

of 3,000 prisoners are
on the roads to Edinburgh

to be cast into jails pending

their transportation or execution.

There will be no more rising
of the clans in Scotland.

- Come on.

Keep them up. Push them up.

(winds blowing)

(thunder crackles)

(gentle music)

(loud knocking)

(thunder crackles)

(loud thudding)

(window clacks)

- What do you want?

It's loaded.

- Is this the House of Shaws?

- Aye.

- I've come with a letter
for Mr. Ebenezer Balfour.

- Put it on the doorstep
and be off with you.

- I'll do no such thing.

I'll deliver it into Mr.
Balfour's hand as was intended.

It's a letter of introduction.

- Who are you?

- I'm David Balfour.

(thunder crackles)

- David Balfour?

Is your father dead, then?

Aye, he'll be dead, no doubt.

Wait there. I'll come down and let you in.

(window thuds)

(locks clacking)

Come inside.

Touch nothing.

(door thuds)
(locks clacking)

(lock clacking)

(thunder crackles)

I suppose you'll be hungry.

Do you want the porridge?

- I wouldnae want to rob
you of your own supper.

- Ah, that's nothing.

I'll have the ale.

Let's see the letter.

- I told you, it's for Mr. Balfour.

- And who do you think I am?

Come on, give me Alexander's letter

and get on with your porridge.

(thunder crackles)

- You'll be my uncle, then?

- Aye, and you're my born nephew.

Do you want the porridge?!

Is your father long dead?

- Three years.

And my mother, three years before that.

- Aye.

Now there's a shame.

A bonny lassie.

Bonny lassie.

You'll be just 18, then?

- I am.

Mr. Campbell, the minister who took me in

when my father died,

gave me that letter on
my birthday a week ago.

It was given to him by my father.

- Aye. Just so.

Just so.

Is that all you're going to eat?

Cannae afford to waste.

(thunder crackles)

You knew nothing of me
or of the House of Shaws

before you come here?

- No, sir.

- Nor did these Campbell friends of yours?

- No, sir.

- So you'll be all alone in the world?

Apart from me, that is.

Well, Davie, my man,

you did well to come
to your Uncle Ebenezer.

I've a great notion of the family

and I mean to do right by you,

and I will, no matter what it costs.

The only question is, what to put you to,

whether to the ministry, or the the law.

Well, Davie, my man, we can
discuss all this in the morning.

You'll be wanting to get to your bed.

(keys jingling)
Here.

Take this key.

You'll find a room at the top of the tower

through that door, there.

Cannae miss the way.

(gentle music)

- Goodnight, Uncle.

(door clacks)

Can I have a candle?

- Nae candles.

I dinnae approve of lights in a house.

I'm uncommon feared of fire.

Just stick to the wall,
you'll be all right.

(thunder crackles)

Goodnight, Davie, my man.

(rock cracks)

(rock crashes)

(thunder crackles)

(gentle music)

(rat squeaking)

(lock clacking)

(David screams)

(suspenseful music)

Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures.

Our Father which art in
heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come-

(Ebenezer screams)

Man, are you alive?

- That I am, small thanks to you.

Come, sit up.

- Whoa, Davie, my man!

My poor heart!

My medicine, David.

The blue bottle on the sideboard.

(thunder rumbles)

More medicine, David.

- No more medicine till
I know why you did it.

- Davie, you wouldnae be so cruel

as to stop a man's medicine.

Give me the bottle and
I'll away to my bed.

I'll tell you all in the
morning, as sure as death.

- Very well.

You can take your medicine
and go to your bed.

But I'm sleeping by the fire,

and you'll answer to me in the morning.

- Aye.

You're a good lad, Davie.

You're a good lad.

You will nae keep the
fire burning all night.

It's a terrible waste of fuel.

(lock clacking)

(axe thudding)

(gentle music)

(lock clacking)

(door creaks)

(men faintly speaking)

- [Hoseason] Then let's hurry.

If we don't sail with the tide,

I hear the military
may commandeer the ship

for taking rebel prisoners to London.

- David, my man, this is Captain Hoseason.

He and I have a venture for
trade in the West Indies.

- Well, well, so this is the young man.

I like his looks, Mr. Balfour.

He's a credit to you, I'll tell you that.

And a lucky young man at that.

- Lucky, sir?

- Your uncle has just told me

he wants the profits of
the trip made over to you,

to set you up for life, no less.

(object thuds)

(ship creaking)

(Hoseason groans)

Back!
- Oh!

- You're at sea,

and there's nowhere else
to go, except in it.

Now, calm down, or I'll have
you locked up in the hole.

- Where are you taking me?

Where are you taking me?

- We're on our way to the Carolinas.

Come. Sit you down and have some rum.

- Why am I being taken to the Carolinas?

- You're to be indentured on a plantation.

- A slave?

- [Hoseason] Aye, if that's
what you want to call it.

- But why?

- Why?

For money. That's why.

(footsteps treading)

(Riach sighs)

- Is he better now?

- Aye, he'll be all right.

He can serve as our cabin boy.

Take him to the roundhouse, Mr. Riach,

and show him his duties.
- Aye.

Come on.

- Go now.

(Hoseason sighs)

(triumphant music)

- Lads, lower that foreyard!

Come on, heave ho, my hearties!

Come on, will you?!

Stir yourself, man!

Move yourself! Move!

- Have you got the men listening?

- Aye.

Listening for breakers
up and down the deck.

- Is there any danger she'll
run aground, Mr. Riach?

- Oh, no, lad.

She'll not do that.

(boat crashes)

- What, man?

You spoke too soon.

- No, sir. Sounds more
like we've run down a boat.

- [Man] Come on.

- Well, now, you're the wrong lot.

And not only are you the wrong lot,

you've run me down and sunk my boat.

- You were expecting a
boat of a different kind?

- I was.
- French, maybe?

- Do you have any objection to that?

- None at all, necessarily.

- "Necessarily," is it?

Or do I detect a loyal subject

of King George hearing
the jingle of coins?

- I'm no rebel Jacobite.

But I can be sorry

when I see a man with
his back to the wall.

- Can you, now?

Well, then, your sympathy

and my money should get
together and do business.

- Come to the roundhouse.

Bring the gentleman some food, Davie.

You were for France?

- That's right.

If you'd take me there, I'd pay you well.

- I'm bound for the Carolinas.

- All right, then.

60 guineas to put me down on Loch Linnhe.

- Let's see your money first.

(coins jingling)

- Half the belt, and it's done.

- What do you take me for?

A blithering idiot?

- I'll hand you over to the soldiers.

- Ah, well, now.

If that's the way you want it...

- Oh, 60 guineas it is, then.

There's my hand on it.

Sit down and eat your food.

Come along, Mr. Riach.

(bell tolling)

- Did you fight at Culloden Moor?

- Aye.

I was at Culloden Moor.

- Have you been to France before?

- I've lived in France for five years,

raising arms and money.

And it won't be that long
before I'm back again.

This bottle of yours is dry.

- I'll go and ask for the key.

- You should never have
put him in the roundhouse.

- You're always so full
of hindsight, Mr. Riach.

How was I to know he had a
belt full of Jacobite gold?

(footsteps treading)
- Whisht, man.

- Captain, the gentleman’s seeking a drink

and the bottle’s dry.

Will you give me the key?

- Why, here's our chance.

He can go where we cannot.

Come here.

Come here, boy.

That man's a rank foe of King George.

He's a danger to this ship
and we must settIe with him.

- You'd do that for King
George, wouldn’t you, Davie?

- But of course he would.
- Aye.

- The trouble is, all the
guns are in the roundhouse.

But you could snap up
pistols and a powder horn,

and he'd be none the wiser.

And there will be a few
golden guineas for you too.

(door clacks)

- So what are you staring at now?

- They're planning to come at you.

They sent me in to get pistols and powder.

- How many?
- 15.

- Mm.

15?

Well, that cannot be cured.

Will you stand with me?

- I'm with you.

- You have the keys to
the pistols, you say?

You'll get them out and charge them.

Leave the door open.

I prefer a clear view in front of me.

(lock clacking)

You get up on the bunk.

Watch the skylight.

I'll watch the door.

(knife rasps)

(sword rasps)

It's a bit cramped in here for the sword.

I'll have to use the point.

More's the pity.

My genius is with the cut,
slash, and upper guard.

Oh, and don't shoot in my direction,

unless they get me down.

I fight better without holes in my head.

- I said I was with you.

I didn't say I was a crack shot.

- [Alan] What's your name?

- David Balfour, of Shaws.

- Oh, of Shaws, is it?

Well, mine's Alan Breck.

And I have the right to put
the king's name after it.

Alan Breck Stewart.

But I prefer to keep it plain and simple.

(footsteps clicking)

- Naked steel, a strange
return for hospitality.

- It's the only one for yours.

- [Hoseason] I'll mind this, Davie.

- Watch the skylight, Davie.

(gentle music)

(knife rasps)

The skylight. Watch the skylight.

(glass crashes)

(man groans)

(swords clacking)
(man screams)

(gun thuds)
(punch thuds)

(man groaning)

(gun fires)
(man screams)

(glass crashes)

(gun fires)

(man groans)

(knife rasping)

(Riach groans)

(sword clanking)

(knife rasps)
(man screams)

(sword rasps)

(swords clanking)

(knife thuds)
(man groans)

(gun fires)

(man groans)

Oh, man.

Am I not a bonny fighter?

- That's Mr. Riach.

- Aye.

I dare say it was.

(Alan panting)

They're not through yet.

They'll come back again.

Recharge the pistols.

(pistol clacking)

(loud thudding)

Shh. David, shh.

(wood creaks)
(loud thudding)

What's that?

- There's no one at the wheel.

The tiller's swinging free.

(Alan chuckles)

- They're as poor sailors
as they are fighting men.

Just a bunch of treacherous
Campbells, that's what they are.

- My father's friend was a Campbell,

and he was a good friend to me.

- Oh, I dare say.

But you're a Lowlander.

Ask a Highlander what
he thinks of a Campbell,

and he'll have to spit
before he tells you.

- [Hoseason] You in there.

- What do you want?

- [Hoseason] There'll be no more fighting.

- Give me a pistol.

Cover on the door.

- Put that down.

There's not enough crew
left to sail this ship.

- Alan, look out!
(guns firing)

(water crashing)

- [Alan] Up here!

Davie, come on!

- [David] Quickly, Alan!

(ship crashing)

(sombre music)

(Alan coughing)

- Davie.

Davie, come on.

(David panting)

Davie.

Davie, wake up.

Wake up.

Are you all right?

You're cold. Rub yourself.

Rub yourself.

Rub yourself like this.

Rub yourself.

- I thought I saw you go under.

- No, water and me don't mix.

I was born to be hanged, not drowned.

There's no sign of the others.

- [David] Where are we?

- It's Campbell country.

More's the pity.

Listen, Davie, I'm a wanted man,

and there's nowhere
between here and France

that is safe for me.

So I must get a boat,
and that means Edinburgh.

Now, between here and Edinburgh,

there's 100 miles of heather

with a redcoat behind every rock,

and if they catch me,
they'll take you too,

so I think it's best for you
if we part and travel alone.

- But I must get to Edinburgh too.

I've a score to settIe with my uncle.

- Your uncle?

- Aye.

He had me kidnapped aboard that boat,

and I want to know why.

(Alan chuckles)

- You've not been very lucky
with your relatives, have you?

(Alan chuckles)

All the more reason to be
choosy with your friends.

- I tell you, Alan,

I wouldn’t know how to walk
from here to Edinburgh.

- Aye, that's true.

Lowlanders have no sense of direction,

so you'd better stay with me

till we get to my kinsman, James Stewart.

He'll give us money
and food to take us on.

I lost my money belt in the water.

Come on, then.

On your feet.

Now, listen to me, when
I say run, you run.

And when I say hide, you hide.

Do you understand?

For our lives will be
like the hunted deer.

Come on, Davie.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

(elegant music)

You know, Davie, France
is a beautiful place.

But when I'm there, I long
for the lochs and the heather.

Come on.

(woman vocalizing)

They're from Culloden, taken to the hills.

Perhaps we'll get a bite to eat.

(gun fires)

(dramatic music)

(gun fires)
(man groans)

- Let's go!

Come on, run!
- Come on, get him!

(man groans)

(woman screams)

(gun fires)
(woman screams)

(woman whimpers)

(indistinct)

(woman screams)

(guns firing)

- It's Mungo Campbell.

(sombre music)

(weapons clattering)
(dogs barking)

- It's Alan!

Alan!

- Lassie.

Lassie.

Oh, there's been a few sad
days since I saw you last,

and there'll be more before
the good days come again.

- We heard you were away to France.

- I was, and I would have met

with a nasty end aboard the ship

had it not been for this gentleman here.

David Balfour of Shaws.

- A Lowlander?

- Aye, but as brave a man as you'll find,

and a good friend to me.

- You're welcome to
our house, Mr. Balfour.

I wish you could have
seen us in happier times.

This is my daughter Catriona.

(weapon clatters)

- What are you doing, man?

Throwing dirt on good arms?

Wrap them up before you bury them.

- It makes nae difference, Alan.

Guns will not be needed again.

- Maybe not by you, James Stewart,

but there are those
who'll need them one day.

Wrap them up, I tell you.

- There'll be no "one day."

- There's a rightful king
out there in the heather

with nothing to cheer him but the thought

of the day he'll return.

- I know.

I met him eight months ago when he landed.

I told him then we didnae want him.

He should go home.

He said, "I've come home,"
and everyone cheered.

- Aye, for a Bonnie Prince.

- For a bit of a lad who
knew no more of Scotland

than does the English king.

(gun clatters)

Go on, I say.

Bury them!

- It'll be different next time.

- Can't you understand?

There'll be no "next time."

There was never a "this time" either.

That was plain before Culloden.

That's why I left him and
made peace with the English.

Wish to God the rest of my
kinsmen had done the same.

- And turn their back on a rightful king?

- What do they know of a French-born king?

- He bears the name of Stewart.

- Aye, and so do you and I and many others

who know more of Scotland
than he'll ever know.

- He's a Scot at heart and
he cares for his people.

- Does he, now?

Does he, now?

Then tell me this, Alan
Breck, and tell me true,

did the clansmen eat before the battle?

Did they have a meal
to fill their bellies?

For I know they didnae eat the day before

and half the day before that.

Aye.

I see the answer in your face.

- It wasn't the prince's fault.

The food was left at Inverness.

- Aye, their food, but not his.

- It's not the food in his
belly that makes a clansman,

it's his Highland heart and his loyalty

to his clan and his chief!

Have you forgotten that, James?!

- Nae, I've not forgot it,
nor will I ever abuse it.

I'll not make them pay one
rent to a king in England

and another to keep an
exiled king in France,

nor will I force them
out onto the moor again

to face the English grapeshot.

Enough blood has been shed
in the cause of the Stewarts.

The lad's dropping with tiredness.

Catriona, take him to the
barn and make him a bed.

- [David] Goodnight, Mr. Stewart.

- Goodnight, sir.

And I thank you for being
a friend to my cousin

when he needed a friend.

And now, Alan, it's
money you'll be needing

to get you to Edinburgh.

- Aye.

And a dirk and a pistol,

if it's not against
your newfound scruples.

- You shall have all three.

(James chuckles)

- Have you known Alan long?

- He's my born cousin,

though I've only seen him three times.

I was just 12 the first time.

He gave me a ride on his big Grey,

and we raced across the heather

as if all the devils were after us.

And him with that bonny laugh.

He has no fear, Alan Breck.

(gentle music)

(Catriona sighs)

Those were the good days.

There was enough food,

and the bairns weren't
always crying like now.

And we had our men.

Aye, and our pride.

But, Mr. Balfour, Alan Breck
will bring those days back.

- Maybe.

Though your father-
- My father has seen

the starving and too much of the killing.

But don't think that he wouldn’t have it

as it was, if he could.

There.

That'll do you.

- Shall I see you in the morning?

- I don't suppose so.

Alan will be wanting to leave at dawn.

Why?

Was there something special
you had to say to me?

Then I bid you goodnight
and a good journey.

(birds chirping)

(gentle music)

(suspicious music)

- [David] Redcoats.

- Quick, tell James.

Hurry.

(thrilling music)

- [David] Redcoats.

- [James] I saw them.

Mungo Campbell.

- In the king's name!

James Stewart!

- They maybe just want food.

I'll try and get rid of them.

(gun fires)

(horse whinnies)

(gun fires)
(James groaning)

(guns firing)

- Father!

- Run, run, run.
- Let me go.

Let me go. Come on, Father.

Let me go!

- Catriona, run!

(Catriona yelps)

(guns firing)

- [Soldier] There they are!

(guns firing)
(man groans)

- [Soldier] There's some
round the back there!

(soldier groans)

(guns firing)

- This way.
(Catriona yelps)

- Alan.

Alan, they shot my father.

- James?

- Aye.

He went down with blood on his head.

- Oh, lassie.

Lassie.

- I can't leave him, Alan.

I must go back.

- You can't go back.

You'll get yourself killed.

- Who could have done
such a foolish thing?

- As killing Mungo Campbell?

That wouldn’t be so foolish.

Nae, nae, lad, don't look at me.

I was tempted.

I won't deny it.

Come on.

On your feet.

The redcoats can't be far behind.

Come on.

(dramatic music)

(knife rasping)

(soft clattering)

(soldier laughs)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(soldier groans)

(sword rasps)

(soldier groans)

(sword clatters)

- No.

No.

(soldier groans)

No, no.

(knife rasps)
(soldier groans)

(shovel scraping)

(sombre music)

(shovel scraping)

(gentle music)

(Catriona sighing)

(Alan chuckle)

- Cluny!

- And Mungo Campbell
has been shot, you say?

Well, he will not be missed,

except by the animal that gave him birth.

But I am sorry to hear about
your father, Miss Stewart.

You can stay with us until we get word

it is safe for you to return.

- [Alan] You've made
yourself comfortable here.

- Aye.

Aye.

It will be a long stay, I am thinking.

- [Alan] How can you set
your mind to living in a cave

when you could come
back to France with me?

- You are a warrior bold,
Alan, and born to it.

You know no other life.

Would you not care to play

a little of the cards, Mr. Balfour?

- Is that all you can do?
Sit here and play cards?

There's the grand restoration to work for.

- You forget, I went to France

after the rising 30 years ago.

- That was different.
- Aye.

Aye.

It is always different.

But I remember my years of exile.

You were just a lad
listening to the stories

of the grand uprising,
at your father's knee.

- And great stories they were too.

- Did he tell you of our Highland chiefs,

strutting like peacocks
on the streets of Paris,

drinking and quarreling over
the day they would return?

Did he tell you that?

Did he tell you how they died?

Lonely old men in attic rooms

without even the respect
of the chambermaids.

Did he tell you that, Alan Breck?

Would you not care to play a small hand

at the cards, Mr. Balfour?

It passes the time.

- No, I was brought up to believe

that the gambling did no good
for anyone, winner or loser.

- What kind of canting,
whiggish talk is this

in the House of MacPherson?!

- I'll have to remind you, Cluny,

that any friend of mine
is company for the best.

- Anyone in my house may
follow his own pleasure!

Your friend may stand
on his head if he wish!

And if you're not satisfied,

we could step outside.

- It was a promise to my
father, Mr. MacPherson,

and I am tired.

- Say no more.

Say no more.

If it is beds you are wanting,

you will find them at the back.

And, Alice, find something
for Miss Stewart to wear.

It is not fitting she
walk about in such attire.

- Will you deal the cards, Cluny?

(coins clattering)

It's all right, Davie.

I can handle myself at cards.

- Mr. Balfour, your scruples
are a credit to you,

but it is not required that
everyone else adopt them.

I hope you are a better card player

than your father, Alan Breck.

- Deal the cards, Cluny,
and you'll find out.

(gentle music)

(coins clattering)

Lost your faith, that's your trouble.

- [Cluny] Maybe.

There surely wasnae any
to be found at Culloden.

- [Alan] We could have won there.

You know we could have won.

- [Cluny] I doubt it.

I doubted it when I saw the artillery

the English brought up.

I doubted it when I saw
the dispositions we made.

- Then you're full of doubts.

That was mine.

(coins clattering)

A Highlander in doubt's
a poor thing, Cluny.

- Mm.

And what is he in Paris?

A foreign gentleman
talking strange politics

that no one understands or cares about.

You've lived there,
you've seen it yourself.

Cannot pluck the heather
and expect it to bloom

in a Paris street.

- [Alan] We will return
whether you're with us or no.

- When you do, I will be with you.

Till then, I will stay here

and sniff the air outside
my own front door,

the sweet-smelling air of my own country.

And play a little at the cards.

- Goodbye, lassie.

Take care.

I wish I could come back with you.

- Give it back to Alan.

Go on. You will need
it to get to Edinburgh.

You did not think I would be keeping money

from gentlemen in your position?

It was just between friends.

- Aye.

If they lose, you give
them back their money.

If they win, they carry away yours.

I Cannae see the sense to it,

but then, neither could my father.

Goodbye, Mr. MacPherson, and thank you.

- Aye, but I like to play at the cards!

- Goodbye, Miss Stewart.

- Goodbye, David.

- Perhaps we'll meet again.

- Aye.

Perhaps.

- What's this?

- The money you lost.

- You asked for it back?

- No, he gave it back.

- Well, you keep it, then.

I'll not touch a penny
of it, not one penny.

- You shouldn’t have lost
it in the first place.

- You had no right to take it!

He won it fair and square!

The money was his.

- I saw no sense in starving
all the way to Edinburgh.

- Oh, to hell with your belly.

You shamed me in front
of Cluny MacPherson.

That's what you did.

I've never heard anything like it.

Taking back a man's winnings?

I can see it was a Campbell
that brought you up.

That's the trouble with you
Lowlanders, you've no pride.

You'd sell yourselves and everyone else

for a few miserable pence.

- Look, I did what you should have done,

only you're too high and mighty.

- Aye.

I am for that.

I'm a Stewart.

- Aye, you bear a king's name.

Well, so do plenty more I've seen,

and the best I can say
for them is they'd be

none the worse for a washing.

(hand slaps)

(knife rasps)
A king's name.

(knife rasps)

(tense music)

(knife thuds)

- No, I cannot do it.

Cannot do it.

I'm sorry.

Look, I said I'm sorry.

Are you going to hold it against
me for the rest of my life?

(Alan laughs)

- What are you laughing at?

- "None the worse for a washing."

Oh, Davie, what a thing to say.

(Alan laughs)

You know, you're not too clean yourself.

(Alan laughs)

- Alan!

Father's alive, but they've
taken him to Edinburgh Castle.

- What for?
- For the killing

of Mungo Campbell.

- But he didn't do it.

- I know, I know.

I must go with you. I must see him.

Oh, Alan, they won't harm him, will they?

(Catriona crying)

- Don't cry, lassie. Don't cry.

It's going to be all right.

Come on.

Come on, Davie.

(gentle music)

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves trotting)

(people chattering)

- [Man] Get your fresh vegetables here.

Fresh fruit and vegetables.

(door clacks)

- Are you mad coming here?!

There's 200 pounds on your head, man.

Could you not have a care
for me, if not for yourself?

Your description's all over the town.

- Charlie, Charlie, it's been plastered

all over Scotland for years.

- Aye, but it's for the murder

of Mungo Campbell they want you now.

The whole country's in an uproar.

- But they've arrested
James Stewart for that.

- Aye, but he was seen there too,

and he'll hang along with
James if they find him.

- James Stewart's innocent.

- You have that on the
best authority, of course?

- Aye, my own.

I was standing alongside
him when the shot was fired.

That's what I'm here to
tell the Lord Advocate.

- Are you making a mock of me?

- No, sir, I am not.

- You think to give such
evidence to the Lord Advocate?

- I do.
- Why, you muckle ass,

he'll never allow it.

- I've a better opinion of
the Lord Advocate than that.

- The Lord Advocate be damned.

It's the Campbells, man. The Campbells.

They'll put you in the dock,

and you'll swing alongside James as well.

Have a dram.

- You'd better watch
what you say, Charlie.

Mr. Balfour is a loyal
subject of King George,

and has Campbells for friends.

- And you'll be the Duchess
of Cumberland, I suppose?

- I'm James Stewart's daughter.

- Another relative.

(Alan laughs)
Oh, I might have known.

Look, I am a lawyer.

I'm fond of my books and my bottle

and a turn of the golf
on a Saturday afternoon.

What have I to do with your
Highland plaids and claymores?

- Charlie, would you desert your own kin?

- Would I what?

Do you ken how many relatives have been

through this office afore you?

Upwards of 30.

And that's 30 times I could
have swung from a gibbet

afore you even got here.

You want my advice? Stay
away from the Lord Advocate.

- But he's a witness.

- You are beside the point, Miss Stewart.

It is your father they've got,

it is your father they'll hang.

You, too, if you try to give evidence.

- I'll not deny there's some risk.

- Risk?!

To be tried by a Campbell,
judged before a Campbell jury?

Man, it's not a risk, it's
a foregone conclusion.

(loud thudding)

- [Andrew] Anyone in there?!

- Oh, it's my clerk, Andrew.

- Send him away.

- Man, he's seen more
rebels this last two weeks

than you've got hairs on your face.

(lock clacking)

Come away in, Andy.

Quickly. Quickly.

(lock clacking)

I've a relative here who
needs a boat for France.

- There's one tomorrow afternoon.

It's Alan Breck.

- Aye, well, can you find
a place for him meanwhile?

- Can I not stay here?

- No, you cannot.

There's 30 nails in my coffin already.

I'm getting tired of
the sound of hammering.

Well?

- He can stay in the stone hut

the other side of Queensferry.

- And my friends here?

- There's rooms in the
house next door to me.

Does he have any money for the boat?

There's only 20 pounds left in the kitty.

- Damnation.

How much will it cost?

- For him?

50.

- 50 pounds?

- [Andrew] They could collect
200 for turning you in.

They're still doing you a favour.

- I Cannae lay my hands on 30
pounds at such short notice.

- I think I know where it might be had.

(gun thudding)

- Open up!

(gun thudding)

Open up, I say, or I’ll
knock here all night!

(gun thudding)

Open up!

(window clacks)

- Who are you? What do you want?

- Mr. Balfour, is it?

- Aye. Aye.

State your business and be on your way.

- I can state that in one word: David.

- David?

What's he to you?

- Some friends of mine found him

on a beach half-drowned in Mull,

and they've been to great
expense to keep him.

So if you want to see him
back, you'll have to pay.

- The lad's nothing to me.

I'll pay nothing to get him back.

- Ah, that's what I thought.

So you want him killed, then?

Well, my friends will do that too,

provided the price is right.

- I dinnae want him killed.

Who says I want him killed?

- Why, Hoseason said
that's what you'd want,

since he couldn’t fulfill
his part of the bargain

and drown the lad in the sea.

- Lower your voice, man.

Lower your voice.

Did Hoseason say that?

He lied.

Why, I paid him 20 guineas to sell the lad

in the Carolinas, nothing more.

I wouldnae want him killed.

He's my born nephew.

I paid to have him kidnapped. That's all.

- Thank you, Uncle.

My friends here will testify in court

to what you've just said.

(Alan laughs)

(Ebenezer whimpers)

- 26, 27.

28 guineas and a few shillings.

It'll have to do.

Is this all you have in the place?

- Aye. Aye.

You've turned my place upside down.

- Your place?

Why, you thieving old
rascal, your place is jail!

And that is where you'll go.

(Ebenezer crying)

- I hoped I’d die afore ye came looking

for your inheritance.

Aye, it's yours.

I Cannae keep it now your father's dead.

He was the elder.

It belonged to him.

- Then why did he give it to you?

- He cheated me.

Stole my girl from me.

He went behind my back
and stole her from me.

Oh, aye. They broke my heart.

I dinnae want to live.

I dinnae want to be thrown
onto the street, Davie.

- You can stay here till
you die, if you want.

- But you'll see Charles Stewart,

the lawyer, in the morning,
and set things right with him.

- Aye.

Aye.

Your father died a poor
man thinking I was rich,

but he was rich, far
richer than I'll ever be.

- It's time we left, Alan.

- Well, Laird of Shaws, then.

A man of property, and a title too.

Goodbye, lassie, and don't
forget the good old cause,

for I'll be back.

- Take care, Alan.

Take good care.

(gentle music)

- My cousin's right.

Stay away from the Lord Advocate.

James is for the rope,

and I couldn’t bear to see
you swing alongside him.

You're too good a rebel.

I'll be waiting for you tomorrow.

(bell rings)

- [Lord Advocate] I'll
see Mr. Balfour now.

- Yes, My Lord.

(fingers snapping)

- Mr. Balfour, I'm sorry if you've been

kept waiting too long.

- Barely four hours, Your Lordship.

- We are busy, Mr. Balfour,
as you've no doubt seen.

- No criticism was intended,
My Lord, but you did ask.

- Well, let's waste no more time.

You wish to see me on an important matter?

- Yes, My Lord.

I'm here to prevent a
miscarriage of justice.

- Well, that's certainly
an important matter,

and I may say, you've come
to the right place to do it.

- The miscarriage of justice

I refer to concerns James Stewart.

- I think there is no miscarriage

of justice there, Mr. Balfour.

- But there has been no trial.

Can you have made up your mind already?

- I think it was you who first used

the expression "miscarriage of justice."

- No, My Lord.

I merely referred to preventing one.

- You should have trained
for the bar, Mr. Balfour.

- Oh, I intend to when I've got

this little matter straightened out.

I've just come into some property.

- Let us hope that this
little matter does not blight

the prospects of your enjoying it.

Well, then, you came here to testify.

Let's have it.

But before you begin, let me
warn you to volunteer nothing

beyond the questions I shall ask.

Nothing.
- I understand,

but I couldn’t be party
to concealing information

for want of the right questions.

- Were you present at the
house of James Stewart

when murder was done?

- I was.

- Were you there by accident?

- In a way.

I was walking to
Edinburgh and needed help.

You write nothing down, My Lord.

- I'm not yet inclined to
regard the facts as material.

- But I thought all facts
were material in such a case.

- You forget we're trying James Stewart.

If ever we come to be trying
you, it will be different.

You say you were walking to Edinburgh,

were you alone on the walk?

- No.

I was accompanied by Alan Breck.

- You are either extremely
simple or extremely the reverse.

- I hope I'm only
extremely honest, My Lord.

- You observe I still write nothing down.

- [David] I do.

- Mm.

You still wish to state that
you walked to James Stewart's

in the company of a notorious rebel?

- Would you have me
perjure myself and deny it?

- Mr. Balfour, I tell you pointedly,

you go an ill way for your own interests.

- My Lord, we are both
here to see justice done.

When the shot that killed
Mungo Campbell was fired,

James Stewart stood beside
me in the kitchen, unarmed.

- And that is the burden
of your testimony?

- Yes, My Lord, it is.

- Mr. Balfour, a great
issue hangs on this.

- An innocent man's life.

- Thousands of innocent lives,

lives that are mine to protect.

- I understand that.

- But you do not understand the position.

The Highlands can be ruled
only through the Campbells,

and one has been foully murdered,

on Stewart ground, at that.

Have they no right to justice?

- Yes, My Lord, but not to vengeance.

- In the Highlands, the
difference is small.

- Aye, but it's not in your mind, or mine.

- Young man, try to understand

that this is a political trial.

It is political.

If I allow this crime to go unpunished,

the Campbells will take
their own vengeance,

and then where am I?

- Well, stop them taking it.
- I cannot.

I rule Scotland through
them, and no other.

- James Stewart is a good
man, and he's innocent.

And I'm prepared to
establish that at the trial.

- Then your evidence
will not be called by me.

- Well, if you do not want my evidence,

the other side will be glad to have it.

- I desire you to withhold it.

- You're the Lord Advocate

and you're proposing to me a crime?

- Mr. Balfour, I nurse in these two hands

the interests of this country.

Will you bring your country down

to protect the life of one man?

- That man is innocent,

and if to prove it the
country has to fall,

then it has to fall.

I know no other way.

- You know, if it pleases me,

you could sleep the night in jail.

- My Lord, I've spent the
night in worse places.

- I have more people waiting.

Come back and see me tomorrow,

and give me your word you'll
say nothing of this to anyone.

- Until tomorrow, willingly.

- So you've come into
some property, have you?

(Lord Advocate sniffing)

Do you not think you should
come into a suit of clothes?

(gentle knocking)

Come in.

Ah, my dear, you've come
at quite the right moment.

Mr. Balfour, this is my daughter Barbara.

- How do you do, Mr. Balfour?

I was just going out, Papa.

- Then you can take him with you

and help him choose a new suit

and a sword befitting a gentleman.

- But I have no money as yet.

- Let me do this small thing for you.

It's a simple thing to arrange a credit.

Off you go, then, both of you.

And remember, Mr. Balfour, what I said.

(door clacks)

Mm.

You heard?

- Aye.

Now, why did you let him leave?

- I felt if I pressed him
too hard, he'd be stubborn.

- Others have been stubborn, at first.

- Too much zeal can be as
bad as too little, Simon.

- Well, this is hardly
the time for moderation.

And James Stewart must hang.

We can afford no blunder there.

- The boy says he did not fire the shot.

It confirms what I’ve always
thought, that it was Breck.

- We haven't got Breck.

- No, not yet, but we may.

- Well, if we had both-

- Both? We don't need both, Simon.

- Forgive me, but I sometimes think

Your Lordship a little too-

- Soft?

- Generous.

Now, you've asked me
to prosecute the case.

Leave the boy to me.

- No.

He'll come round.

I'm sure of it.

(horse hooves galloping)

- Good lad.

- Here's the rest of the money.

Charles Stewart bids you goodbye.

- Aye, and good riddance,
too, by the sound of it.

Well, Davie, it's me for France
and you for a life of ease.

(horse hooves galloping)

The horse, David, the horse!

Over there!

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(horse hooves galloping)

You were followed!

You went to see Grant and
I told you not to see him!

- I never thought he'd-
- Well, what do you expect?!

He's nobody's fool!

Now, stay away from him
and forget James Stewart!

- I can't forget him, Alan.

- I loved him just as much as
you did, but he's a dead man.

There's nothing you can do.

Now, go back to Charles
Stewart and get another boat.

- Will I bring you news of it here?

- No.

I'll come to you. It's safer.

Now, go on. Now, go on.

Go on.

(thrilling music)

(gentle music)

(men chattering)

(gentle knocking)

- Catriona?

- Did he get away?

- No.

They followed me there.

We escaped by the skin of our teeth.

- Damnation.

More trouble, more arrangements,
more nails in my coffin.

- There'll be more nails than wood

by the time they bury you.

(Charles sighs)

- I've taken on the
defence of James Stewart.

- I thought you said it
was a foregone conclusion.

- So it is.

So it is, but I couldn’t say no.

When the piper pipes, the clan must dance.

What happened with the Lord Advocate?

Did he take your evidence?

Ah, it is clear he did not,
no more did I think he would.

Will you give your
evidence for the defence?

There's a risk, I Cannae deny
it, but I have to ask you.

I've to hand in my list of witnesses

by tomorrow morning, nine o’clock.

- All right.

Put me on it.

- Here's permission for Miss
Stewart to see her father.

You can go along with
her tomorrow afternoon.

- What about Alan?

- I'll fix another boat.

Andy will give you the details.

For a Lowlander with
Campbells for friends,

you make a hell of a good rebel.

(door thuds)

(lively bagpipe music)

(lock clacking)

- Few minutes, that's all.

- Oh, Father.

Oh, Father.

Father.

- Catriona.

(door slams)

(lock clacking)
Catriona.

Oh, child.

Let me look at you.

To think you've come all this way.

(gentle music)

Charles Stewart was in here this morning

and told me what a good
friend you've been.

I know not how or why you come to be such,

but I thank you for it.

- What have they done to you?

- Never mind about that.

Listen to me, we've not much time.

I'm going to die.

- No.
- Aye.

I know it, and I want you
to be prepared for it.

- But you didn't kill the Campbell.

- It makes nae difference.

They want me anyway.

I marched with the Bonnie Prince.

- But you made your peace
with the English king.

- Aye, but not with the Campbells.

- There'll be no peace for us

until we raise the clans again.

- That way is dead, lassie.

We must put away the claymores.

Enough blood has stained the heather.

(Catriona crying)
Oh, child.

I know. I know.

These are hard times, but
they will nae always be so.

- David will testify for you at the trial.

- You must nae do that.

- I've entered my name
on the list of witnesses.

- Then dinnae appear at the trial.

You can do nothing for me

and you'll just bring harm to yourself.

Promise me now.

Promise me.

- I'm confused, Mr. Stewart.

I don't know what to think.

I came to Edinburgh to tell what I saw,

and I find myself threatened on all sides

with the dire consequences of telling it.

I won't say I'm not afraid, because I am.

But I was brought up to believe

that the law meant what it said,

and not what some people
might want it to mean.

So I don't know.

And I can promise you nothing,
except I'll think about it.

- I put you very high, David Balfour.

Long after you've gone away,

I'll remember you and what you did.

(door clacks)

- [Jailer] Time is up.

- Oh, Father.

(sombre music)

(Catriona crying)

Oh.

(door slams)

(lock clacks)

(footsteps clicking)

(Catriona crying)

(David groans)
(Catriona gasps)

- Be damned. Are you blind?

- No, I'm not blind, but perhaps you are.

- It was you that was
looking the other way.

- I talk to the master, not his baggage.

(hand slaps)

Well, this must be settled like gentlemen.

- You don't sound much
like a gentleman to me,

but if that's what you want.

- Oh, Davie, no.

- Hector Duncansby at your service.

If you'll follow me...

- Oh, Davie, don't do it.

(swords rasping)

(swords clacking)

- Pick it up.

(swords clacking)

(swords clacking)

I'll not fight with you.

You don't know the back end
of a sword from its front.

- I'm sorry I can't give
you better satisfaction.

- It's not from you I'm looking
for satisfaction, Balfour,

but from someone else.

I'm an officer and a gentleman,

and I'll not commit murder,
even for the Lord Advocate.

- Murder, Davie?

He tried to have you murdered.

He'll kill us all if need be.

(Catriona sighs)

(gentle music)

(children chattering)

(door clacks)

- Well, lad, you have
it nice and cosy here.

It's better than my stone hut.

What happened to the ship?

- There's one the day after tomorrow.

They can pick you up off Gillane Sands.

Do you know it?
- Aye, I do.

What time?
- About dusk.

- Good.
(door clacks)

- Alan.

- Lassie.

My heart leapt when I saw
you go into that shop.

I knew you'd gone for my breakfast.

(Alan laughs)

- You shall have some.

- [Alan] Oh, this is wonderful.

Look.

(Alan sighs)

(loud knocking)

- [David] Alan.

(loud knocking)

- Ah, David, I see I'm as
unwelcome as I thought,

which is why I took the precaution
of bringing my daughter.

- Hello, Mr. Balfour.

I should allow him Ln.

He comes to apologize.

I'm sure it will be the
only time in your life

you'll receive an apology
from a Lord Advocate.

- This is Catriona Stewart,
James Stewart's daughter.

Lord Grant and Miss Grant.

- David, your name on the list

of witnesses provoked Simon Campbell

to overreaching himself.

It was he who made that idiotic,

fatuous attempt on your life.

I had nothing to do with it.

- Perhaps that was fortunate for me.

Your Lordship is well-known
for not making mistakes.

- Young man, I came here to
offer you an explanation.

I do not expect to be abused for my pains.

- It seems to me you
show a fine sensitivity.

Simon Campbell bungled his attempt on me,

but you won't bungle
yours on James Stewart.

It's clear I'm better
off with Simon Campbell.

- Then you know not where
your true interests lie.

You live by simple rules, David,

because your world is simple.

But who protects that world for you?

I do.

Who enables you to practise
your religion as you pIease?

I do.

If your king must bend to
the law and not be above it,

you owe that to me too,

not to Highland savages like the Stewarts

who put a man on the throne
with delusions of divine right.

- I've seen Campbells
as savage as Stewarts.

- Aye, but they're
savages on the right side,

and the Stewarts are savages on the wrong.

I'm a Highlander myself, Mr. Balfour.

I know of not any finer
people in the world,

but they're 500 years behind England.

They're a tribal people

and must be brought into the
realm of the nation state.

A struggle has been going on
in these islands for centuries,

of which you are only dimly aware,

a struggle to curb the
absolute right of kings,

and I believe in that struggle.

If a sparrow must fall
that a lark can rise,

then the sparrow must fall.

- I can't argue with you.

You have answers to questions
I haven't even thought of,

but if they all add up to the statement

that James Stewart must hang,
then I say they're wrong.

(Lord Advocate sighs)

And I think maybe you would have once.

- I wish to protect you.

I'm not sure why.

But you will not be advised.

I have no more wish to see
James Stewart die than you have.

- Well, you could prevent it.

- No, I could not, but
there is someone who could.

If we had him...

- Alan is no more guilty than James.

- I think we should go.

I feel sorry for Alan Breck.

The future of Scotland belongs more

to James Stewart dead than it does to him.

He dreams of new Cullodens.

Better he had died on the field of battle

than end his days in some
squalid French tenement.

I am sorry, Miss Stewart.

- Goodbye, Miss Stewart.

Goodbye, Mr. Balfour.

I said you should have an apology.

(door thuds)

(Catriona sighs)

- That lying, treacherous Scot.

He'll live to regret every word.

- Did you kill Mungo, Alan?

- Do you really think I
would do a thing like that?

- Oh, be damned to the Lord Advocate.

The porridge is all burnt.

(Ebenezer groans)

- David.
- I think he means

you're to go nearer.

He wants to tell you something.

(Ebenezer groans)

- Send the doctor outside.

- Would you mind, Doctor?

- Oh, of course.

- What is it, Uncle?

- I just want to tell you,

dinnae let him charge you too much.

(gentle music)

(Catriona sighs)

- It's all yours now, Davie,
the house and all the land.

I don't want you to give
evidence at the trial.

I couldn’t bear it, to lose you both.

Even my father says you can't help him.

I'll not let you go.

I will not.

Please, Davie.

- Well, what shall we do, then?

- We'll stay here.

They'll leave us alone.

- They'll leave us alone
if we don't interfere.

They'll leave us alone
if we stay here, buried,

deaf and dumb and blind.

I don't agree with Alan,

but he's ready to die
for what he believes in.

I Cannae do less.

He taught me that.

- Alan!

Alan?!

Alan!

Alan!

- Lassie.

What are you doing out here?

Has something happened to the ship?

- Oh, no, the ship's all right.

Alan, you've got to stop him.

David's going to the trial
tomorrow to give evidence.

- I thought that was what you wanted.

- No, no, I'll lose them both.

I can't bear it.

You've got to get my father out of prison.

- Don't be daft, girl.

Break into Edinburgh Castle?

- You can do it.

You're the only one that can.

Listen, I have a plan.

- No, I will not listen.

You must be insane. Your
mind has become unhinged.

- But, Alan, he didn't do it!

- No, I will not risk
myself on such a mad errand.

For what?

For James?

What's he to Scotland?

What would he do for
Scotland if he were set free,

except bury the claymores and
let them rot in the earth?

No.

You should not be thinking of
your father now but Scotland.

Scotland, lassie.

Do you know what that means?

- But he didn't do it, Alan.

He didn't do it!

He didn't kill the Campbell!

- You have never left these shores,

so you don't know what it's like

to long for the sweet-smelling
air of the Highlands

where a man could be free,

or the sound of pipes,
plaintive on the wind.

- Oh, Alan, Alan, Alan.

- Would you hand it all to
the English on a platter?

Because that's what James
would do, but not me.

I'm for France, where there
are others waiting for the day

when we raise the clans again.

Aye, Stewarts and Camerons,
Appin, Clan Chattan,

Fraser and Atholl, Clan
Macintosh and Lochiel,

all fine, bonny men who wait
for the day when we'll return.

I promised them we'd be back.

Would you have me desert them?

I'll not do it, not for James.

I'll die for Scotland, but not for him!

- Aye, you'd die for Scotland,
but who wants you to?

Who wants you to?

It's over, Alan. Can you no see?

It's finished.

Finished.

There's no more fighting in us!

- It's not over, not yet.

We'll come again.

(gentle music)

They're waiting for us to return.

They're just waiting for us to come back.

- [Lord Advocate] I feel
sorry for Alan Breck.

Better he had died on the field of battle.

- [James] Don't you understand?

There'll be no "next time."

There was never a "this time" either.

- [Catriona] But he didn't do it, Alan.

He didn't do it.

- [Cluny] Did he tell you how they died?

Lonely old men in attic rooms.

- [James] Enough blood has been shed

in the cause of the Stewarts.

- [Catriona] But he didn't do it, Alan.

He didn't kill the Campbell.

(gun fires)

- I don't understand it.

He should have been here by now.

He's not here yet.

- [Man] We can't wait.

- You must wait.

I know he'll be here.

- [Soldier] Halt! Who goes there?!

- [Alan] Alan Breck Stewart,

to see the governor of the castle.

- [Man] It's Alan Breck.

- [Man] Breck.

- Breck.
- Alan Breck.

- Alan Breck.
- It's Alan Breck.

- [Man] Alan Breck.

- Alan Breck.
(handcuffs clacking)

- [Soldier] Call out the guards!

(determined music)

(gentle music)

♪ For all my days ♪

♪ In many ways ♪

♪ I'll think of all ♪

♪ I've lived to see ♪

♪ The mountains high ♪

♪ Clouds in the sky ♪

♪ I thank the Lord ♪

♪ For sharing them with me ♪

♪ A summer's glow ♪

♪ The winter snow ♪

♪ Are not to me ♪

♪ Just scenery ♪

♪ When treetops sway ♪

♪ I long to say ♪

♪ Oh, thank you, Lord ♪

♪ For sharing them with me ♪

♪ Life, I believe ♪

♪ Love, we receive ♪

♪ We shouldn’t take ♪

♪ Too casually ♪

♪ For all my days ♪

♪ In many ways ♪

♪ I'll thank the Lord ♪

♪ For sharing them with me ♪

♪ Da da da da ♪

♪ Da da da da da da ♪