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I mean, nothing of kin.

Maybe you're better born than you thought.

It's a finest take to believe.

Now, just remember my advice.

Read your Bible, look after your money,

and keep clear of the king's enemies.

Don't get involved in a conflict that's beyond your understanding.

Oh, and when you meet the lard of shows,

remember, he is a lard.

Oh, be him as you would your own father.

Farewell then, David Boulford.

Goodbye, Mr. Campbell.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Ha-ha!

Over there!

Go!

Stop!

You stop!

There it is!

The door is in the middle.

The door is in the middle.

The door is in the middle.

The door is in the middle.

The door is in the middle.

The door is in the middle.

Good evening, my fine young gentleman.

Did you all sleep in here?

I...

And more beside.

We'll just place for the fire.

And please before cockro.

Come on, lads.

Listen to me over here!

Way up, son.

Come on, guys.

All I need is one.

Right, you in the back.

Do it here.

We're looking for the island traitor Alan Breck Stewart.

He's wearing a froggy's blue coat and knee bridges.

And with last scene, not two miles from here.

Now, there's a gold sovereign.

For anyone giving information.

Come on, come on.

One of you must have seen this man.

You all know to penalty with holding information about the king's enemies.

All right.

He's not been in here, not Alan Breck.

You, sir.

What shall I have like you doing in a cesspit like this?

I wonder what he had in breath.

You see now, man?

No, and I wouldn't recognize him if I did.

No more would any of us.

Aye, Linda, you see.

Oh, soldier.

Aye.

Who's that fighting for the rebels, didn't you?

No.

It was in the low countries.

It was Billy Cumberland.

So what you tongue, my man?

Oh, thanks, soldier.

All right.

I told you he wasn't here.

Well, if you don't say I'd know, Arith,

but I tell.

He's not worth swinging for.

Remember that?

All of you.

Arigant fool.

No wonder folk don't respect red codes.

I thought you lowland folk wouldn't their side.

Not when the behavior stupidly is that.

Well, they're in settling in nicely.

Look at a long, cold lake ahead of them.

And custom-man, a woman that helps them find out Alan.

So you know him?

Didn't he save my life once?

But for him, I would have been closed meat.

Long sense.

A colloden was that cursed place.

They're in streaming down our backs.

Just like if they had.

So you were on the highland side?

Aye.

I was.

So through to the skin we were.

Me and dead, no feet from marching from him, but Neston Aire.

I'll take the English in their bed since Prince Charlie, but...

The red coats were up and stirring it.

The only prince lost heart.

Whilst the spagt is down to battle in that godful, shaken moor.

Stood by clans.

Myself was the stewards of Appen and the dreams of the Glens.

And behind him, Alan Breck's steward, a wild man and a booster.

But...

Oh...

The body fitter.

On the far right, a sprinkling of McGregor's.

Those that weren't back in the Glens, slitting Campbell's throats that day.

So much longer must we wait.

If you charge them now or they're moving up.

A red coat I can understand.

He fights for his own king.

For a Campbell.

Never.

A treacherous highlander fighting his own Scots-Kin for English gold.

In the worst of them all, Colin Campbell.

The red folks.

First for the lance.

Let them come at us.

Let them come at us.

Fire!

No, no, no, no!

No, no!

Nicely, no, no, no!

Nicely!

Carry on.

Keep stepping.

The front line with four shots.

Fire's not tied against me like cannon.

And down for the himself.

Not a lie, man!

How much more?

Much of the bridge gives the order.

Behind a steward of avenue floors you to water the charge.

They're cutting us to pieces with a cannon.

It's Cumberland come to us. They will take him once a bit.

He'll not come. He'll wait for us.

It's poor military tactics to oblige him.

We can't hold the clan chiefs much longer.

Tell a steward of avenue to close in his line.

Wait for the order.

We have a five position here.

There's a strong wall to our flank.

We can't wait any longer.

Well, Cotton are moving forward.

Temperance, Charlie Sautus.

Clamour!

The door is on your face!

Cut the door!

Stay, stay, stop!

Fire!

Get out!

Come on!

Save yourself!

The fails is long!

If Alan breaks due to don't carry me off that day,

I would have been bayoneted to this like all the other wounded.

A black day for the highland people.

Maybe we'll never see the likes of such a battle again.

Or hear the cry of freedom.

She worked this way.

I didn't know that I didn't have that.

You've been a week for months.

And, uh...

I ended up doing it.

And I was wrong.

And I wasn't.

Nothing changed.

Oh my God.

What?

twisting his cover wing.

Hey Branca.

Cly brushaced.

Unpack Met.

She back Sunday at six.

4three and.

Jimrika centrifacing.

Rhynabone.

Would you open the door?

He's a sly one.

Couldn't prove anything at the time.

They've got him now for attempting his sister-in-law.

So they say.

Father?

Katrina!

Stand back there.

Get away, bitch.

Katrina!

Stand back!

Oh!

No!

Oh, no!

Stop!

Please!

No!

Please!

I think, run!

Where's your heart?

Who are you?

My name is David Balfour, ma'am.

I was passing.

Then pass on.

But it is none of your business.

I was witness to that soldier striking you.

I sure report it to the authorities.

Authorities?

Huh.

What a simpleton you must be, Mr. Balfour.

I think they would lift a finger to help the daughter of a Highland Chief.

I know a little of the law, ma'am.

In fact, well, I hope to study it.

But can I help you?

I mean, was it all your money?

Six months you lost, wasn't it?

My lady is not a beggar.

Can yourself kneel?

I think Mr. Balfour was merely offering her own.

Exactly.

To provide a few comforts for my poor father and his prison cell.

That was the purpose of the six months?

Yes, it was.

He passes this way every morning to be questioned by the advocate general.

He's so grateful for small things.

I should be feeling in my duty as a daughter if I couldn't provide them.

My gilly will accept your law, Mr. Balfour.

Neel, if you hurry, you'll catch up with him at the advocate's house.

Buy four penny worth of snuff on the way and slip the two pens to the door-water to pass it to him.

Away now.

And now, Mr. Balfour, where will I find you?

Find me.

To repay you.

By your clothes, I can tell you're not so grand to be throwing your silver about.

Where do you stay?

Oh, I'm on my way to Kraman, to the house of my uncle.

Ebenezer, Balfour of Shores.

But really, I'm in no hurry.

To see me again?

No, I didn't mean that.

I shall not be in debt to any man.

And to make sure.

I'll give you this token as part of the bargain.

It's McGregor colours, we care for where you wear it.

And now, honour is satisfied.

When I return the sixpence, you'll return the scarf.

Goodbye, Mr. Balfour.

But... but... but I don't even know your name.

Katrina Drummond.

Katrina.

Ah, full in the silver as soon as part of it.

And she's calling for a porphygeau's like that.

You dare speak with her, have a lady?

He did.

Hotels full of them.

Next, well, have your breaks off.

Excuse me.

Do you know the house of Shores?

Yeah, I do.

Muckle Creek House.

And... do you know the foot there?

Oh, you daffes.

There's a new foot there.

Oh, you daffes.

There's a new foot there.

Not that you'd call, folk.

What about Mr. Ebenezer?

Oh, I'd be sure there's the lab.

Is it Samuel Wonton?

It is.

Well, money, it's none of my fear.

But if he'll tuck a word for me, he'll keep clear of Shores altogether.

I need to find it.

So be it, money.

I'll tuck you there.

See you there, money.

It's just over the brow of your hill.

Come on, now.

I'll take you there.

I'll take you there.

See you there, money.

It's just over the brow of your hill.

Come on now.

I'll take you there.

Come on now.

Is that the house of Shores?

Eh, that's it.

The lab built it.

The lab stopped the building of it.

And the blood shall bring it down.

What would you want with Shores?

I've come to see the lid.

Is my uncle?

You see now.

Well, you can tell him this from Janet K

and the

old man.

Mr. Balfa!

Mr. Balfa!

Mr. Balfa!

Mr. Balfa!

Mr. Balfa!

Mr. Balfa!

He's loaded.

I've come here with a letter to Mr. Ebenezer Balfa.

From him?

From my father.

I'll put it down in the door, step that over here.

It's a letter of introduction.

Through you, then.

My name is David Balfa.

Your father is dead, then.

Well, last yes.

No doubt, that's why you've come chopping at my door.

I'll let you in, man.

Come in quickly.

Go into the kitchen.

Hungry, are you?

Hungry, are you?

You can either drop without porridge.

But it's your suffer.

Well, I'll be famous as I take the ears, though it hurts my cough.

Now I see the letter.

It's for Mr. Ebenezer.

Who do you think I am?

Some servant?

I'm sorry, I...

Give me Alexander's letter.

You know my father's name.

It would be strange if I didn't know.

But he was my born brother.

A little as you seemed to like me.

Oh, my house, I'm a good porridge.

You're my uncle and you're my nephew.

So give me the letter and sit down and fit your stock.

You know what's in it?

No, sir.

You can see the seal's not broken.

You had some hopes of me, no doubt.

Uncle, when I heard I had relatives who were perhaps well to do,

I did indulge in the hope they might help me.

But I'm no beggar.

I look for no favors that aren't freely given.

Pood as I am, I have friends.

Now don't fly up with me, ma'am.

We'll agree, Thay.

And, uh, Dilly, if you're done with that porridge, I'll take the stock myself.

Oh, grandfude is porridge.

Your father was very fond of his means, I remember.

Oh, if you're a gray, you'll find pump water inside the door.

Thank you. I'm not thirsty.

Ask yourself.

Are your father's long dead?

Just a week.

Secret man, Alexander.

Sadan, secret man.

He never said much when he was young.

Did he ever speak of me?

Not at what?

Never spoke of shores, and he said.

Never.

Thank God.

Strange, ma'am.

Oh, we'll agree, Thay, and yet, Dilly, I'm glad I let you in.

But I'm a wisten bed.

You can bed down here.

You don't need a candle?

Well, I never use the monfude to fire.

It's very cold.

Oh, you soon warm it up and see you a bit of moon, you see, Bae.

Good night, Dilly.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of shores.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.

I was left to spend a cold, damp night in the old dark coats of ashes.