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Kab competov

Let's have fun atumps.

My luck, what's going on?

Let's show them the papers.

Want more?

Yeah.

Mmmmm.

I know!

Hi.

Don't come McLeod have done begging.

You have been found guilty of most unlawful rebellion

and bearing arms against the rule and person

of his most excellent majesty, King George II,

and of encouraging the clan that bears your name

to wage war against his lawful armies.

Your sentence of hagging must therefore be carried out

without more delay.

God save King George.

God save King George.

Catriona!

Give me a hand, young gentleman.

It's my fortune.

Thank you, old mother.

I can see far enough already.

Cats must have hung in there.

Any one of us might.

There's a body last.

We bright eyes.

There in my hand.

I sure enough.

Oh, and there's a weem on and a good goat.

I know such a one.

There's a tome on and a boat of work.

On the shadow of that gallowslice across the path of the old.

I'll be off with you.

Take care, my fine jewel.

Take care.

I know you do, I not.

We've never met.

You served under me, perhaps?

There's not a tailor in Scotland that could fit me with a red coat.

Have it all set up and agreed upon by your uncle too.

And what a great deal of huffing and delaying that was.

He's getting your uncle to sign his name to a legally binding document.

I can imagine that.

However, here it is.

The fact that your late lamented father, Alexander, was indeed the elder of the brother's bow for the house of yours.

And notwithstanding the agreement he entered into with his brother, Ebenezer,

renouncing his inheritance for a so-called clear run, the lady who became your mother,

you are now the legal owner.

But you will be paid two thirds only until your uncle's death.

Sounds very satisfactory.

Satisfactory indeed.

Considering that but two days ago you were not but a pauper.

I, in a few weeks ago, was a wretched part of a ship's cargo destined for slavery in North Carolina.

Thanks to that same uncle.

Yes, well, let's not dwell too much.

In fast history, everything is turned out for the best.

No, everything.

Perhaps you could continue it for the moment.

While I spell out the steps I take the liberty of making for your future.

But first, I have arranged for ample funds to be at your disposal at the linen bank here in Edinburgh.

Now, as you know, it was your father's wish that you studied the law.

And mine too.

We'd often talk about with our minister, Mr. Campbell.

Well, now I've made use of that same Mr. Campbell's judgment and knowledge in the selection of your place of learning.

Where have you chosen?

The University of Leiden in the Low Countries.

For years, it's professors who've been famous all over Europe.

I'm to go soon.

Next month of your wish?

That may not be possible.

I have urgent business here.

But your affairs have been successfully concluded.

Does another matter?

You haven't been dazzled by a pair of sparkling eyes here in Edinburgh.

No, of course not.

I mean something else.

What?

Mr. Rankiller.

If I tell you my story, I must commit a friend's life and safety to your discretion.

Will you give your word never to divulge what I will say?

Wheel lawyers have a professional code, sir.

I understand that well enough.

But the matter I and my friend are involved in is no less than murder.

Murder?

Murder?

Murder?

Murder?

Murder?

Murder?

Murder?

Murder?

Madness.

I didn't bring you through the hair that to let you deliver yourself up to the enemy.

King George is not my enemy. Neither are the Campbells.

Put yourself in front of a Campbell judge and jury and you'll soon see who's side there on.

There's not the Campbells, I'll be telling.

There's the King's own advocate general.

It's a great man.

He's a devious old fox.

I mean to see him.

I'm telling you he was standing right next to Campbell and to do it when he was shot down.

How else do you propose to save your uncle?

James is past saving.

Do you think you'll hang?

Censeless.

If you had been at Collardon, you lost the battle.

We didn't lose our cause.

Mr. Clansman knew only one king.

Who happens to be in France?

David!

Have you found a ship?

Maybe you must make this foolish confession and I cannot stop you.

Is it something you can do for me, a man you must see?

I'll do that gladly.

I want of advice.

Don't go around the city and those poppers close.

With your new found wealth invest in a new coat and a pair of velvet bridges.

I'm going to go around the city and I'll go around the city.

Where's your nest, old?

Where are you?

Hot!

Left!

Left!

Left!

Left!

Sir!

Sir!

Your daughter's in the way of finishing.

You know her?

Yes, sir!

Finish!

She took hold just away home.

You, sir!

Star-wife represent.

Where are you taking him?

The Lord advocate, quite safe.

That I, the timers, every day, where else?

Hear me?

Sir, a little bit of a gentleman.

Mr. Charles, the lawyer?

The same.

And if the question is equally fair, who may you be yourself?

I am David Balfour of Shores.

The matter is confidential.

Hey.

Who sent you?

Someone you know well.

He gave me his token.

As you are sent you.

A friend.

Put it back in your pocket, sir.

You need name, no name.

Dipper's bookie.

Where is he now?

In the safe place north of Edinburgh.

He will lie there until a ship is found for him.

By you, sir, as I understand it.

I've always thought I would hang one day for this family of mine.

Now I know that there's not far off.

Find him a ship and who's to pay for it?

That's my part of the affair, Mr. Stewart.

And if more is wanted, more is to be had.

I need not ask you at politics.

You need not.

For him as big of wiggas grows.

If we can.

Then why are you here with Ireland, but...

What kind of blackfoot traffic is this, Mr. Fick?

He has a forfeit of drebel and accused mudder with 200 pounds in his head.

And I think asks me to meddle in the business.

I told you, the man is my friend.

And I only wish he'd been better guided as for the mud that he's been wrongfully accused.

You say so?

He is innocent and so is James of the Glens.

The two will hang together.

No, sir.

Because I was there in the valley and converse with Colin Campbell when the shot was fired.

So, you are the young lowland of the sick.

I am. And I am innocent too.

Will you then undertake my business?

I don't like it.

What common as you did with our friends button?

No, Josh.

What are your instructions?

Simply to use that money to convey my friend to France.

I'll see what can be arranged.

I can promise you nothing.

And now, sir, I think it best be on your way and with caution.

The Lord Advocate has a great mini-spies of Lord in the city.

It matters little.

I intend to call on Lord Advocate tomorrow.

Call on Lord Preston Granger.

You mad?

What for?

To give myself up.

Mr. Balfour, I like the rook of your behavior less than this.

You bring in a Stuart button.

You engage my services to carry our rebel across to France.

And then you talk how gone straight to the Advocate.

I propose to give my evidence.

For Alan's sake.

You're Michael Ass.

You'll never be allowed to speak in a court.

You're near the judge advocate and he'll find some way to muzzle you.

I'm told he's an honest man.

It's not him you're up against.

It's the camel's man.

He'll have the whole country on the horn.

You're back.

And so will the Advocate himself.

If there's no fair way to stop your guard,

they'll find a fair way.

They'll put you in the dump beside James of the Glens.

You'll hang too.

And that's your future told.

My father brought me up to believe in justice.

Of course I respect you for that.

I too believe in the law for that's my practice.

But I'm high and born.

And when the clown blow the pipes.

I have to dance to the tune of the Lord.

I have to dance to the tune.

My life too would be in danger if this business between us ever came to the E as oppressed in Grange.

It will not. You have my what on it.

Thank you.

Now if you're to help it is best you meet my friend direct.

It cannot come to you.

Very well.

Where will I find you?

Your dinner, James Jordan.

I thank you.

Any what's my lawyer?

No, no what.

My family.

They fare no better than the worst of the rest of the happen.

Which is bad enough I hear.

I bad touch.

Any news of another?

Your knowledge, Rick.

This is a red ghost scouring the header for the sight of him.

I'll scour for a lifetime.

I am another of the

Good evening, Mr. Stewart.

You chose your messenger's wealth.

But Mr. Balfour is going to do ill for himself if he persists in sea and presents Grange.

You will not be persuaded otherwise.

What news do you have of ships?

No, I'm difficult.

None too many captains wanted to take the risk.

Who will you choose then?

Well, there's Tom Stobo.

I'm not too sure of Tom these days.

My head's worth £200.

We'll get down and go by.

Well, maybe he'll use Andy Schooker in the fissor.

But can you find him?

I'll put my clerk to the task.

Ah, Robin has smuggled out more French recruits and traffic and papers than he has here.

I'll see to it then.

I've had enough of living rough on the hills.

I wish to see the Lord Advocate on a matter of some importance.

He's away in the town.

Then may I come in and wait for him?

I suppose you can.

I'll see you in the town.

I'll see you in the town.

I'll see you in the town.

I'll see you in the town.

I'll see you in the town.

I'll see you in the town.

I suppose you can.

Now, in what way can I help you?

I should begin by saying, my Lord, that I'm here at your express invitation.

How is that?

I've never heard of you until this evening.

Right.

But you've been anxious to make my acquaintance and have published the fact.

You speak in riddles, young man.

If I were jesting, which is part of the case, I would lay claim on your lordship for £200.

In what sense?

The reward offered for my person.

Explain yourself.

The description was a tall, strong lad of about 18 in black clothes, who speaks like a lowlander.

I recognize those words, Mr. Balfour.

I hope you're not merely amusing yourself.

No, sir.

I'm extremely serious.

I'm indeed the man who was speaking with Colin Campbell of Glinour,

when he was shot in the Valley of Appen.

I suppose since you are here, you claim to be innocent of that crime.

Yes, sir.

I'm a loyal subject of King George.

I'm glad you say so.

The way that murder was planned and committed doesn't permit any possible clemency.

Blood was shed in direct opposition to his majesty.

The murderers must hang the Duke of Argyle and indeed the whole Campbell clan, the man no less.

But the Duke is Chief Justice.

That is unfortunately true, and he is also a lad of the Campbells.

Then anyone opposed to the Campbell faction like James Stewart of the Glin's can hardly expect justice at his hand.

I will not say that again, Mr. Balfour.

I would draw it, sir.

Good.

Now, what am I to do with you?

I'll make no mistake, your fate lies with me alone.

No one else.

So let us conclude this interview as quickly as we can.

If you satisfy me of your innocence, no one need know you were here.

Sir, I came with full knowledge of the possible consequences, and I'm not afraid.

I am not seeking to frighten you.

Let me warn you first.

Volunteer nothing beyond the scope of my questions.

I shall try to follow that advice.

You state that you were present in the wood of Latimore at the moment of the fatal shot.

Was this by accident?

Yes.

By accident.

Why were you speaking to Colin Campbell?

I was inquiring my way to O'Kahn.

O'Kahn?

The house of James Stewart.

I was to meet Alan Brechler.

I came you to know him.

Oh, it's a long history.

I had been taken aboard ship by the contrivance of my uncle to be sold as a slave in Carolina.

Alan was picked up by the same ship and affected my rescue.

Later, when the ship was wrecked, the ship was killed.

But he sent me a message saying where we were to meet.

Remember my advice, Mr. Ballfall?

I would dwell as little as possible on your relations with those stewards.

I thought all facts were in Colin material.

You forget these same stewards are now on trial.

But to resume, Mr. Mango Campbell stated that after the shot you immediately ran up the brain.

Is that true?

It is true.

I had seen the murderer.

As plain as I see your lordship.

Only not so close.

You'd know him again.

Think so.

Was he alone?

He was.

There was no one else in the neighborhood.

Only Alan Brech's dirt.

Alan?

He was waiting in a wood nearby.

I think we're playing at cross purposes.

I assure you this will do you no good.

Sir, I'm here for one reason.

To convince you of Alan Brech's innocence.

Then you're wasting both your and my time.

I tell you positively you're doing great harm to yourself.

I don't care.

I'm interested only in seeing the same thing.

Just as done.

I see I must deal with you more confidentially.

This is a political case.

I need hardly tell you that we have proved such a case quite differently from a simple crime.

You say Alan Brech is innocent.

If we once admit that, it will destroy a presumption of guilt against his uncle James Stewart of the Glens.

A man grown old in treason.

Already twice in arms again.

I'm not sure if you're going to be a judge.

I'm not sure if you're going to be a judge.

I'm not sure if you're going to be a judge.

I'm not sure if you're going to be a judge.

I'm not sure if you're going to be a judge.

I'm not sure if you're going to be a judge.

Welcome back to what you call many times.

Me?

Be okay.

What is in common has it been among them?

The 1990s were�less, and I'm not sure that, my parents.

I guess you're not.

I didn't know recently about them.

Wasn't there a question for you?

I have never felt sorry.

Thanks for lineup.

Please excuse me if you want.

And then I've breakdown her.

Take a minute.

I have severe feelings.

Answer me.

An although former Hicks has told you I have a critique.

Listen again let's...

Who am I saying?

What accompany have you heard to describe Jordan from the AgriculturalI Camelinustain Centre?

There are two Johann's.

Easy.

You Gate the Cathedral.

It makes your choice in your Not even calling you tries to hang outorrow.

in the true interests of this country.

In this matter, I regard my political duty first

and my judicial duty second.

For that reason, I do not want your evidence.

Suppose I offer it to the defense.

You'll do no such thing.

I'm not so young, Mr. Balfour.

You can't remember the 45 rebellion.

The shock it caused to this whole country.

Who saved the unity of stop?

Not Cumberland and his Red Court soldiers alone.

It was the Duke of Argyle and the great clan of Campbell

that you can hire highlanders.

We are civilized.

The great mass of the clans are simply barbarians.

Now be you, the judge.

The Campbells expect vengeance.

If this man James Stewart escapes,

there'll be trouble with the Campbells.

More fighting in the highlands.

Are you prepared to plunge your country in thousands

of innocent men and women into war?

All for one miserable life.

James Stewart, whose life has forfeit on it.

Half a dozen other different counts, if not on this.

This is the consideration that weighs with me.

And I hope weighs no less with you

as a lover of your country, good government,

and religious truth.

You have dealt with me very frankly, and I thank you for it.

I will try to be as honest.

I recognize the deep duties which lie upon your lordship

bound under the oaths of your high office.

I'm just a plain man, scarcely even a man.

I can think of but two things.

A man in danger of a shameful death,

and the tears of his wife still ringing in my head.

I cannot see beyond my lord.

If the country has to fall, it has to fall,

but I must speak out.

You're making an unnecessary difficulty.

Of no choice.

I could dispatch you to jail now.

I've slept in what's place is my lord.

One thing appears very plain, sir.

I may rely on your pledged word.

So give me your honor that you'll remain

wholly secret on all these matters, and you may go free.

I will give you my word until such time as you wish to see me again.

That will be tomorrow morning at the art of limb.

Good night to you, sir.

May you sleep well.

I think that is more than I shall.

Them.'

Very good.

It's all right.

Dem Brand has genocide in your mind.

G Wolfe to speak.

And I'm not very grateful to you.

Tell me what to do.

There's no more than granting the request of a dying man.

Well, I'm not condemned yet.

You will be.

Make no mistake.

I was home in a harm when the red fox was murdered.

I've witnessed his to prove it.

My own servants.

We have them all. In custody.

You have my witnesses.

We've no shortage of chains and barns here in Verari.

And the cells that come out is enough to accommodate any pudgering steward.

They're truthful men, every one of them.

See?

However...

If you've a mind, just save them.

Save them?

It's my trial. It's not this.

You could confess to plotting Glen Nure's murder.

Then all your men go free.

How can I confess to something that I didn't do?

How many times have you wished to come and come as death?

That's true.

But it's not the same thing. I didn't fire the shot.

I wish and the deed are close enough.

But you will learn James to it.

Reflect a while on this.

A free confession and all your men are released.

Men? A free of calamity and the right ear?

And you, my dandruff days peacefully in the colonies?

No new argill, I'll prove my own innocence in the open.

And all I want from you is just a fair trial.

No more. No less.

Oh, it will be fair.

My reputation as Lord Chief Justice will stand on it.

I...

Your reputation as a Campbell will lie just the same.

Is it a view as over?

You