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measure.

Suspect, for a murder we had innocently witnessed.

The Highland Rebel Alan Breck and I had eluded the Redcoats

and sent warmth to James at the Glens.

That's a fine tune, Alan.

It is.

If ever you hear it again, you can think of me.

Well, Alan.

I'll remember it as Alan's tune.

He's been gone now three days.

We'll wait three more if necessary.

Suppose he's given us away.

Don't be daft.

Or suppose he took the money from James and ran off with it.

This isn't the load in this man.

So you keep saying?

I don't think you've met many Highland folk in your life, David.

I met one in Edinburgh.

She called herself Katrina Drummond.

But her father was James Moore McGregor.

You told me.

You gave the girl silver that day, did you not?

Mr. Ticken leave of your wits.

Alan!

James of the Glens has been arrested!

The place is alive with Redcoats.

The people being carted off to prison or thrown out into the header.

James, this charge is what?

Comticity in the red fox's mud and its noise and all sides that you fired the shot.

The hunting you know.

Young man tall, speaks like a lone-daddressed in black suit with an ex-cart in Drummond colours.

At least I've changed my clothes.

Alan Brecht, when last scene was wearing a French coat.

It's not a very good likeness.

Do you have the money?

Uh-uh, well, from the wife of James.

Cleveland sewer for our man.

She's as convinced he's as good as dead and you're too Alan.

Four Guinness.

It's not much to see me back to France or the lad here to end my life.

Well, no matter.

Maybe we should go different ways.

Travel separately.

I would could.

But that'd be abandoning you to certain deaths.

On the moors.

I'm thinking it is all the way to it and butter we should be travelling together.

Unice me.

From the

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I'll find a way for you to be keeping your watch.

Come on.

Come on.

We are through an illic of time.

And the wicked fowls will get out of up and past the red coats now.

Oh, can we find somewhere to sleep?

Sleep.

We'll be no sleep tonight.

We'll see you on mountain.

It's called Benalda.

It's full of rocks and crevices. If we can make it to there, we'll be safe.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

MUSIC

Are you Clooney McPherson's man?

Hi, we are.

You can take us to your land.

We couldn't have fallen better.

Well, you look first. The rival leader.

Oh, you escaped to France.

Sort of the English.

MUSIC

I spent an hour at this. There will be no more argument on open.

People still bring up disputes to him. People that would cock a suit at the English court.

You will give the woman back a tous sis or you will pay her a shilly.

Well, Mr Stewart, come in, sir, and bring in your friend with you.

I was yourself Clooney.

Proud to see you. I am.

Now may I present my friend, Mr. David Baufler, the layout of Shaw's.

You are welcome to my house, both of you. A poor, rude place to be certain.

But a place where I have entertained a royal person, it's no less dumb.

We'll take a dram for luck. They'll need to bite.

Then we'll have a hand at the cards. As gentlemen should.

I'll eat a dry kind of life here.

I twiddle my thumbs, wait for another great day.

So here's a toast to you.

The restoration.

The restoration.

Drink up, David. This is no time for quick sentiment.

The restoration.

You heard the news.

The Red Fox Campbell is murdered by the water's full of Campbells.

Sure, one more or less makes no difference.

I'm thought to be the one to have killed him.

Okay. But you didn't, did you? Not in your own doorstep.

No. But I was close by at the time. So was David.

You heard also that James of the Glen is taken as an accomplice to the mother.

The Campbells will hang him for sure.

All right. All men will die to avenge him.

It's war, Alan. It didn't stop when the royal lad went back to France.

Oh, let's play, huh? All three of us.

If you'll excuse me, sir.

Excuse yourself. Refusing the cards.

What kind of wiggy should behave? You're resisting the house of Pluny McPherson.

I made a promise to my father God rest him.

My friends, Ty, you need sleep.

I'll play you in a game you care to name.

Very well. I have sons of my own.

I respect a man's promise to his father.

You may sleep in the corner over there.

Thank you, sir.

He saved my life aboard ship. I've reason to be grateful to him.

Oh, you're hurt. A man has only one life to save.

David. David, give me money.

Okay.

Oh, follow him.

Just for the next time, not to.

I don't see you.

You only got me alone, would you?

Thank you, my money.

Ah, Mr. Boughlin.

Our wig friend.

My scout tells me that all is clear to the south.

The question is, have you the strength to go?

I don't know. But we'd best be on our way now.

Very well. I'll get you a guide.

Alan, could you return my money now? It's littling off, but it has a long way to take us.

There's no money.

What?

I lost it.

My money, too.

All of it.

I'm a fool when I get with the carbs.

I'll tell him to take them by the low pass.

Would you step to the doorway with me, Sergeant?

Why not?

Do I cannot think of any subject for discussion we might have that may not be fit for the years of my friend, Alan Breck?

Mr. McPherson.

You know well enough that Alan Breck is a good friend.

I'm not a good friend.

You're very generous, sir.

But it's humbling to my pride to be in the position of a beggar.

I mean, if Alan had won, he'd be carrying away a pocket full of your guinea's right enough, but he lost.

See, no more, Mr. Belford.

I have little enough in the way of hospitality to offer my friends in this cage of mine.

All I can show for entertainment is a set to make a difference.

I'm not sure if I can get a chance to get a chance to get a chance to get a chance to get a chance.

I have no idea what this is in this cage of mine.

All I can show for entertainment is a set to with a card.

For money, sir.

There is no sport without.

Sir, I'm a young man and I ask your advice as a son.

My friend lost her money fairly.

Can I honorably ask it back again?

If you don't, I shall be mightily affronting, Mr. Belford.

You leave me little choice, sir.

Oh, you're a stiff back, come and hunting.

Mr. Belford, I'll try to use maybe your downfall one day.

Maybe, sir.

But I cannot change my opinion that gambling is a very poor employee for gentle folk.

Mr. Belford, for all you are a pious, cold, low lender.

You have the spirit of a pretty gentleman.

Take your money. Here's my hand upon it.

I... you best take this with you when you leave here.

Your innocence seems to me to be in need of some proper protection.

Thank you.

The crew is arranged to number Guy to take you across the port, Edward.

I'll move you to the Harpitz.

You have to meet a nightfall above the bridge northeast of Staling Castle.

It was here we were to meet.

Andreck.

Hi.

Mr. Omen.

The Lord of the Six-Fund.

Do you remember?

Well, I visited the house of Shor, Srita, his mortar to repay the money.

Well, the old man there told me never even heard of you.

My uncle Ebenezer. He abducted me aboard a ship.

Did you cross the bridge tonight?

I... but it was dark.

There was a century, either end.

I'll take another look.

Oh, no. We'd best go to Calross. The river is wider there.

Oh, you must have heard of it.

Oh, you must have heard of it.

I see you're not supposed to be here.

I must leave you now. It's but a short step to Edinburgh.

You're not coming with us.

No, I take a different way to where I'm staying. Besides, it's better we should separate.

They'll be hunting this side of the river now.

How can I thank you?

You see? That's enough.

Goodbye, David Balfour.

Goodbye, Alan Breck.

Goodbye, Mr. Omen.

When shall we meet again?

I still want to hear six-pence.

No, but I...

Sometimes outside the tall group then. I'm always there to see my father.

Goodbye, Mr. Balfour.

Goodbye.

David.

This is a very strange story, Mr. Balfour. Very strange indeed.

Believe me, Mr. Rancula, every what is true.

Well, I should be finding hard to believe.

Had I not confirmation of at least part of it.

A certain Captain who sees him appeared in this office a week ago, demanding redress from your Uncle Ebenezer.

For the philosophy ship caused, he said, by taking you aboard as a prisoner on his commission.

Then you have your truth.

I have the words of a sea captain known to be a rascal. That is hardly proof on its own.

And when I tackled your Uncle Ebenezer, he denied it hardly.

Ordered me out of the house. And dismissed me as his legal representative into the bargain.

Does that mean you are free to represent my interests?

I believe I can help you claim your rightful inheritance as the Laird of Shores.

I'm really the Laird. But what that document my father is supposed to have signed, handing the estate over to Ebenezer.

Oh, it's a little consequence. Now that your father is dead, it likely falls.

You are the heir to the estate and it's a great deal, Richard. Then it might appear.

However, I should warn you that your uncle is a man to fight the indefensible.

And the lawsuits are expensive. Now, if the story of the kidnapping could be proved in court, he would lose for certain.

Unless I could force him to admit his deception. I have a friend who could help me.

But it's better that you don't know his name. Let us call him Mr. Thompson.

Mr. Thompson.

B-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b-b.

What's this?

This is no time innate for decent folk.

Mr. Bauffer, I'll be careful of that blunderbuss.

They're nasty things when they bust.

What brings you here?

David, you're nephew.

Unless you want me to shout your business all over the countryside,

I suggest you let me in.

I'll open up the bathroom.

I'll go to the bathroom.

I'll go to the bathroom.

I'll go to the bathroom.

I'll open up the bathroom.

As you will doubtless have perceived, I am a Highland gentleman.

My country is not far from the island of Mal.

My name has no one.

I'm a normal advice.

Let's have no threats, sir.

Before your jottering fingers can pull the trigger,

this bright steel will find your breastbone.

That's better.

It seems there was a ship lost near the island.

A gentleman that my family, seeking record for his fire,

came upon a land that was half-drowned.

What's that to me?

It was your born nephew, David, Mr. Bauffer.

From that day to this, he has been a great expense to my family.

So they asked me if we could agree terms.

Terms?

I not bear ransom, that's what you mean.

As I saw it, there were two ways about it.

Either you would pay to have him back,

or else you would pay us to keep him.

I've told you I'll pay nothing.

You prefer to have him killed.

Killed?

What kind of talk is that?

Do you want the lad killed or kept?

Come, sir, an answer.

I'm a Highland gentleman, not a messenger to be kept waiting.

What am I to do if I say he killed him?

He'll have a hole in me forever.

He needs to be kept.

I not have blood on my hands.

Well, sir, sir, years after all, you brother's son.

As well, I know.

Well, if I have to pay, I have to.

And now to the price.

How much did you give Captain do, Zissen?

What for him for kidnapping, David?

That's a lie, a black lie. He was never kidnapped.

A while you old, a runt, the captain and I are partners.

How else would I know?

Sir, the lad was never kidnapped.

I simply gave Captain her season 20 pounds to take him aboard the ship.

And he moneyed the captain, made by selling the lad in Carolina.

He was to keep.

Thank you, Mr. Thompson.

That statement told you excellently well, as I was gladly testified.

Good evening to you, Uncle Ebenezer.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.