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Good evening, my fine young gentlemen.

To the old sleep in here?

Aye.

And more beside. All your place for the fire.

And please before cockro.

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I told you he wasn't here.

Well if you do say I'd know, Arro then, but at tell, he's not worth swinging for. Remember that, all of you.

Arrogan, fool.

No wonder folk don't respect red cots.

I thought you lowland folk wouldn't their side.

Not when they behave as stupidly as that.

Well, they're in settling in nicely.

You're not gonna long cold make ahead of them. And custom on our woman to tell some find out Alan.

So you know him? Didn't he save my life once? But for him I would have been closed me too long since.

A collarden was in a cursed place.

They're in streaming down our backs. Just look at the heads.

So you were on the highland side?

I was.

So through to the skin we were. Me and dead, and our feet from marching from in the nest and in.

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

The red cots were up and stirring it.

The only prince lost heart.

Most respect to stand to battle in that godful, sicken moor.

Stood by clans. Myself was the stewards of Appen and the dreams of the Glens.

And behind him Alan Breck Stewart, a wild man and a booster.

But...

Oh...

The body fighter.

On the far right a sprinkling of McGregor's.

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

How much longer must we wait?

They should charge them now while 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-Kint-English gold.

In the worst of them all, Colin Campbell.

The red fox.

First fourth last.

Last full

Nicely nicely.

Come on.

Keep stepping.

They're front line with four shots.

Where's that target by the cannon?

That damn pretense to himself.

Not a lie, man.

How much longer?

Much of the bridge gets 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 move.

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.

The strong wall to our flank.

We can't wait any longer.

Well, Cotton are moving forward.

Come press, R dolphin.

Step off!

Attnum Sergeant.

Would you like tohappy your shelter?

Sit aside!

Stand on to us!

PD Tr

Two.

deous.

Take me now!

Mark!

Get out!

Mark!

Mark!

Come on.

Save yourself!

The fails is not.

If Alan Breck's tutor don't carry me off that day,

I would have been paying it 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.

I'm going to get the

flag.

I'm going to get the flag.

I'm going to get the flag.

I'm going to get the flag.

Keep that, sir.

No other way than one.

Who is it?

Jim's trouble.

Jim's more than the call.

He's really a McGregor.

No level 45.

And he wasn't kind.

No, he's a sliver.

He couldn't prove anything at the time.

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

So they said.

Father?

Katrina!

Stand back there.

Get away, bitch.

Katrina!

Stand back!

No!

Oh no, stop!

Please!

No!

I think you're on it.

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?

What a simple thing 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 loans.

Exactly.

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

That was the purpose for 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.

I can't believe it.

I thought it if I couldn't provide them.

My gilly will accept your loan, 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-porter 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, be careful where you wear it.

And now, honour is satisfied.

When I return the six months, you'll return the scarf.

Goodbye, Mr. Balfour.

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

Katrina Drummond.

Katrina.

A full and a silver-assume party.

Aren't you calling for a porphygeau like that?

You dare speak like that of a lady?

He did.

Hotuns full of them.

Next, well, have your breaks off.

Excuse me.

Do you know the house of Shores?

Yeah, I do.

Muckle great house.

And...do you know the foot there?

Yeah, daff.

Oh, yeah, daff.

Excuse me.

Do you know the house of Shores?

Yeah, I do.

Muckle great house.

And...do you know the foot there?

Are you daff.

There's no foot there.

Not that you'd call, folk.

But...what about Mr. Ebenezer?

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

If it's him or Wonton.

It is.

Well, Marnie, 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.

She'll be at Marnie.

I'll tuck you there.

See you there, Marnie.

That's just over the blow of you on Hill.

Come on, though.

Come on, though.

And blood shall be done.

See you there, Marnie.

That's just over the blow of you on Hill.

Come on, though.

Is that the house of Shores?

Eh, that's it.

Blood-built it.

Blood-stop the building of it.

And blood shall be done.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

Oh, no.

And blood shall bring it down.

What would you want with Shores?

I've come to see the lid.

He's my uncle.

You see him.

Mr. Balfa.

Mr. Balfa.

He's loaded.

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

From him?

From my father.

Put it down on the door, step down over here.

It's a letter of introduction.

Through you, then.

My name is David Balfa.

Your father's dead, then.

Alas, yes.

No dirt.

That's where you've come chopping at my door.

I'll let you in, Marnie.

Come in.

Work late.

Go into the kitchen.

Hungry, are you?

You can either drop without porridge.

But it's your suffer.

I'll be famous. 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.

Give me Alexander's letter.

You know my father's name.

Maybe strange if I didn't know.

But he was my boy and brother.

A little as you seemed to like me.

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

I am your uncle and you are my nephew.

So give me the letter and sit down and figure a 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 fear.

I'm not a good person.

Thought I could get a good daughter job off of a new whole underground thing.

Poor Girl, no money is played.

They wereies!

There, you have a good time.

And, Nikolay.

You're friends!

I'd ask the doctor.

Oh, Product Adools!

And thatAbsolutely.

You're wrong!

Father was very fond of his means, I remember.

If you're grey, you'll find pump water inside the door.

Thank you. I'm not thirsty.

I slit yourself.

Are your father's long dead?

Just a week.

Secret man, Alexander.

Sailing secret man.