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desiring

Don't come McLeod have done Degan.

You have been found guilty of most unlawful rebellion

and bearing arms against the rule and person

of his most excellent match,

the 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.

The King George.

God save King George.

The King George.

Katrina.

Give me a hand young gentleman.

It's my fortune.

No, thank you, old mother.

I can see far enough already.

If I can't do that, I'd hang 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 re-man and a good coach.

I know such a one.

There's a tall man and a boat at work

on the shadow of that gallows lys across the path of the old.

I'll be off with you.

Take care, my fine jewel.

Take care.

I know you do, I know.

We've never met.

You served under me, perhaps?

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

A little shit, I'll end a greed 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.

You're the fact that your late lamented father, Alexander,

was indeed the elder of the brother's pouffer of 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 pouper.

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. Rankula.

If I tell you my story, I must commit a friend's honor.

I know 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?

We 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?

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 into under 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.

Rest in green.

It's a devious old fox.

I mean to see him.

I'm telling that you were standing right next to Campbell of the dood when he was shot down.

But how else do you propose to save your uncle?

James is past saving.

Do you think he'll hang?

Senseless.

If you had been at Cullarden.

You lost the battle.

We didn't lose our cause.

Mr. Klansman 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 this city in those poppers' clothes.

With your new found wealth, invest in a new coat.

You'll have found the plitches.

Is there a escort?

Wait!

Pots!

Left!

Left!

Left!

Left!

Left!

Sir!

Sir!

Sir!

Your daughter's up.

You know her.

Yes sir.

You should take her.

You should take her.

You should take her.

You should take her.

You should take her.

You should take her.

You should take her.

Yes sir.

When is she?

She took hold.

She's away home.

You sir.

Starwife represent.

When are you taking her to the lord advocate?

Quisly.

Today is the time of every day.

Where else?

You're me.

Sir, hello the gentleman.

Mr. Charles Stewart, the lawyer?

The shame.

And if the question is equally fair here.

Who may you be yourself?

I am David Balfour of Shores.

The matter is confidential.

Eh...

Who sent you?

Someone you know well.

He gave me his token.

Miss Stewart sent you.

A friend.

Put it back in your pocket sir.

You need name, no name.

Tip is 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.

Ha ha ha ha.

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

Now I know that day'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 where are you here with honor?

What kind of black foot traffic is this Mr. Fick?

He has a forfeit of travel and accused mudder.

There were two hundred thousand heads.

And a hick 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 in converse with Colin Campbell.

When the shot was fired.

Sure.

You are the young lowland of the shop.

I am.

And I am innocent too.

Will you then undertake my business?

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 ethnicity.

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 less.

You bring in a Stuart button.

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

And then you talk how gone straight to the advantage of the war.

I propose to give my evidence.

For Alan's sake.

Here, Michael, us.

You will never be allowed to speak in a court.

Go 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 yet up against it.

It's the camel's man.

You'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 foul way.

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

You'll hang too.

And that's your future, Tony.

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 children.

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.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Very well.

Where will I find you?

Your dinner, James, June.

I thank you.

What's my lawyer?

No, no, what?

My family.

They fear no better than the Western arrest of Appen.

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.

Stay, man.

Good evening, Mr. Stewart.

You choose your mission, dear Will.

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

You will not be persuaded otherwise.

What news do you have of ships?

No, I'm difficult.

None too many captains will need to take the risk.

Who will you choose then?

Well, there's Tom Storbo, and you're...

I'm not too sure of Tom these days.

Well, my head's worth £200.

We'll get down and go by.

Or maybe need to use...

And his cooker in the fissor.

But can you find him?

I'll put my clerk to the task.

Ah, Robin has smuggled out more fringe recruits and traffic and papers than he has here, isn't he?

I'll see to it then.

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

Hello.

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.

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'm adjusting, which is far from 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 Argyll, and indeed the whole Campbell clan, the man no less.

But the Duke is Chief Justice.

That is unfortunately true, and he's also led of the gambles.

Then anyone opposed to the Campbell faction like James Stewart of the Glains 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 might 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'Connor.

O'Connor?

The house of James Stewart.

I was to meet Alan Brechler.

How 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, we were separated.

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

Remember my advice, Mr. Balfour?

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

I thought all facts were equal in material.

You forget these same stewards and I won't try them.

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.

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 justice done.

I see I must deal with you more confidentially.

This is a political case.

I need hardly tell you that we approach 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 and treason.

Already twice in arms against King George and twice for a given.

A formant or a discontent.

And whoever may have fired that shot.

I'm a two-author of this wicked murder.

I can only say plainly that I know both he and Alan are innocent, and I'm prepared to

repeat an open court.

You're not Mr. Baufour.

I desire you to withhold your testimony.

To suppress evidence.

You, the head of justice in this country, are suggesting I commit the crime of perjury.

I am nursing 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. Baufour.

But you can't remember the 45-rabillion.

The socket cost this whole country.

Who saved the unity for 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, Islanders.

You're civilized.

The great mass of the clans are simply barbarians.

And I'll 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 is forfeit on 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've 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.

Scaresly 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.

I have 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 honour that you'll remain a holy secret on all these matters and you may go for him.

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.

Pulpition.

Tur fatal.

Bordan!

Already mouthful no MIC gravy, wouldn't it?

Oh, that's all!

Timú.

ons toward a judgment.

Do you agree with this evening?

My job report happened with you unfortunately.

Well, this is either about real.

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 our harm when the red fox was murdered.

I witnessed his to prove it.

My own servants.

We have them all. In custody.

You heard my witnesses?

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

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

They're truthful men, every one of them.

Where is he?

However, if you've a mind to save them, save them.

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

You could confess to plotting Lenuré'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.

As you will learn, James Stewart.

Reflect a while on this.

A free confession and all your men are released.

Then a free for calamity and the right ear.

And you, my danger 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.

And your reputation as a Campbell will lie just the same.

Is it a view as over?

You