Kidnapped (1971) Movie Script
The highlands are quiet now.
It was not always so.
Not long ago, the glens shook
to the sounds of drums.
The Bonnie prince
had come from France
to reclaim the english throne
from the house of Stewart,
in the highlands.
Men dug their claymores
into the earth
and flocked round his standard.
Others stood firm
for the english king.
They met on a moor
near culloden.
I was not there, but I heard
tell of it on all sides.
Use your bayonets damn you!
No quarter for the king's rebels.
Take a message to
my father, the king.
Tell him the pretender to the
english throne has been thrashed,
this day on culloden moor.
And that Bonnie prince Charlie, as he calls
himself is in flight in the Heather.
Tell him that it only remains
for the pacification
of the highlands to begin
And this is now under way.
Take that message to king
George and tell him further
that we have taken note
that the public order
of the rebels yesterday
was to give us no quarter
and therefore,
they may expect none.
We shall end this
nonsense once and for all
so that never again will the
jacobite rebellious spirit
disturb the peace
of our two countries.
This generation must be wore out
before Scotland is quiet again.
Never again will the
presumptuous stewarts
lay claim to the British throne.
Their escapade is over.
They have dared
and they have lost.
Inform my father that
upwards of 3000 prisoners
are on the roads to Edinburgh
to be cast into jails
pending their transportation
or execution.
There will be no more rising
of the clans in Scotland.
Come on, now!
What do you want?
It's loaded!
Is this the house of shaws? Ayel
I've come with a letter
for Mr. ebenezer balfour.
Put it down on the door
step and be off with you.
I'll do no such thing!
I'll deliver it into Mr. balfour's
hands, as was intended.
It's a letter of introduction.
Who are you? I'm David balfour.
David balfour.
Is your father dead then?
Aye, he'll be dead, no doubt.
Wait there, I'll come
down and let you in.
Come inside.
Touch nothing!
I suppose you'll be hungry.
Do you want the porridge?
I wouldn't want to Rob
you of your own supper.
No, it's nothing.
I'll have the ale.
Let's see the letter.
I told you,
it's for Mr. balfour.
And who do you think I am?
Come on, give me
Alexander's letter
and get on with your porridge.
You'll be my uncle, then? Aye,
and you're my born nephew.
Do you want that porridge?
Is your father long dead?
Three years.
And my mother,
three years before that.
Aye.
Oh, there's a shame.
A Bonnie Lassie.
Bonnie Lassie.
You'll be just 18 then.
I am.
Mr. Campbell, the minister who
took me in when father died
gave me that letter on
my birthday, a week ago.
It was given to him
by my father.
Aye, just so just so
Is that all you're going to eat?
Can't afford to waste.
You knew nothing
of me or of the
House of shaws,
before you come here?
No, sir.
Nor did this Campbell,
friends of yours? No, sir.
So you'll be
all alone in the world,
apart from me, that is.
Well, davie, my man,
you did well to come to
your uncle ebenezer.
I've a great notion
of the family,
and I mean to do
the right by you.
And I will,
no matter what it costs.
The only question is
what to put you to.
Whether to the ministry
or the law or
Well, davie, my man, we can
discuss all this in the morning.
You'll be wanting
to get to your bed.
Here
Take this key.
You'll find a room
at the top of the tower
through that door there.
You cannot miss the way.
Goodnight, uncle.
Can I have a candle? No candles!
I don't approve of
lights in the house.
An uncommon fear of the fire.
Just stick to the wall
you'll be all right.
Good night, davie, my man.
The lord is my Shepherd,
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures.
Our father, which art in heaven,
thy kingdom come
Man, are you alive?
That I am, small thanks to you.
Come, sit up!
Whoa! Davie, my man!
My poor heart,
my medicine, davie.
The blue bottle
on the side board.
More medicine, davie.
No more medicine till I
know why you did this.
Davie, wouldn't it be so cruel
as to stop a man's medicine?
Give me the bottle,
and I'll away to my bed.
I'll tell you all in the
morning, as sure as death.
Very well, you can take your
medicine and go to your bed.
But I'm sleeping
here by the fire
and you'll answer
to me in the morning!
Aye, you're a good lad, davie.
Ah.
You will need to keep the
fire burning all night.
It's a terrible waste of fuel.
Hurry! If we don't
sail with the tide,
I fear the military be
commandeer the ship
for taking rebel prisoners.
David, my man,
this is captain hoseason.
He and I have a venture for
trade in the west indies.
Well, well, so this
is the young man!
I like his looks, Mr. balfour.
He's a credit to you,
I'll tell you that.
And
A lucky young man at that.
Lucky, sir?
Your uncle's just told me
he wants the profits of
the trip made over to you
to set you up for life, no less.
Get back!
You're at sea, and there's
nowhere else to go,
except in it.
Now, calm down or I'll have
you locked up in the hole.
Where are you taking me?
Where are you taking me?
We're on our way
to the carolinas.
Come, sit you down
and have some rum.
Why am I being taken
to the carolinas?
You're to be indentured
on a plantation.
A slave! Aye!
If that's what
you want to call it.
But why?
Why? For money, that's why.
Is he better now?
Aye, he'll be all right.
He can serve as our cabin boy.
Take him to the
round-house, Mr. riach,
and show him his duties.
Come on! Go now.
Come on, will you
stir yourself, man.
Move yourself, move!
Have you got the men listening?
Aye, listening for breakers
up and down the deck.
Is there any danger she'll
run aground, Mr. riach?
Oh no, lad. She'll not do that.
Quiet, man! You spoke to soon!
No, sir. Sounds more like
we've run down the boat.
Come on.
Well, now.
You're the wrong lot!
And not only are
you the wrong lot,
you've run me down
and sunk my boat.
You were expecting a boat
of a different kind?
I was. French, maybe?
Do you have any
objection to that?
Not at all, necessarily.
Necessarily, is it?
Or do I detect a loyal
subject of king George
hearing the jingle of coins?
I'm no rebel, jacobite!
But I can be sorry when I see a
man with his back to the wall.
Can you now?
Well, then, your sympathy
and my money should get
together and do business.
Come to the round-house.
Bring the gentleman
some food, davie.
You were for France?
That's right.
If you take me there,
I'll pay you well.
I'm bound for the carolinas.
All right then, 60 guineas
to put me down on loch linnhe.
Let's see your money first.
Half the belt and it's done!
What do you take me for?
A blithering idiot?
I'll hand you over
to the soldiers.
Ah, well now.
If that's the way you want it.
Oh, 60 guineas it is, then.
There's my hand on it.
Sit down and eat your food.
Come along, Mr. riach.
Did you fight at culloden moor?
Aye. I was at culloden moor.
Have you been to France before?
I've lived in France
for five years,
raising arms and money.
But it won't be that long
before I'm back again.
This bottle of yours is dry.
I'll go and ask for the key.
You should never have put
him in the round-house.
You're always so full of
hindsight, Mr. riach.
How was I to know he had a
belt full of jacobite gold?
Shush, man.
Captain, the gentleman's taking
a drink and the bottle's dry.
Will you give me the key?
Why, here's our chance.
He can go where we cannot.
Come here.
Come here, boy.
That man's a rank
foe of king George.
He's a danger to this ship,
and we must settle with him.
You'd do that for king
George, wouldn't you, davie?
But of course, he would. Aye.
The trouble is, all the guns
are in the round-house.
But you could snap up pistols
and a powder horn and
he'd be none the wiser.
And there will be a few
golden guineas for you.
Dol
So what are you staring at now?
They're planning to come at you.
He sent me in to get
pistols and powder.
How many? Fifteen.
Fifteen. Well,
that cannot be cured.
Will you stand with me?
I'm with you.
You have the keys to
the pistols, you said.
We'll get them out
and charge them.
Leave the door open.
I prefer a clear view
in front of me.
You get up on the bunk.
Watch the skylight,
I'll watch the door.
It's a bit cramped
in here for this sword.
I'll have to use the
point, more's the pity.
My genius is with the cut,
slash and upper guard.
Oh, and don't shoot in my
direction, unless they get me down.
I fight better without
holes in my head.
I said I was with you.
I didn't say I was a crack shot.
What's your name?
David balfour of shaws.
Oh! Of shaws, is it?
Well, mine's Alan Breck.
And I have the right to put
the king's name after it.
Alan Breck Stewart.
But I prefer to keep it
plain and simple.
Naked steel?
A strange return
for hospitality.
This is the only one for yours.
I'll mind this, davie.
Watch the skylight, davie.
The skylight,
watch the skylight!
Oh, my!
Am I not a Bonnie fighter?
That's Mr. riach.
Aye, I dare say it was.
They're not through yet.
They'll come back again.
Recharge the pistols.
Shh, davie, shh.
What's that?
There's no one at the wheel.
The tiller swinging free.
They're as poor sailors
as they are fighting men.
Just a bunch of treacherous
Campbell's, that's what they are.
My father's friend
was a Campbell,
and he was a good friend to me.
I dare say.
But you're lowlander.
Ask a highlander what
he thinks of a Campbell,
and he'll have to spit
before he tells you.
You, in there!
What do you want?
There'll be no more fighting.
Give me a pistol.
Go around the door.
Put that down!
There's not enough crew
left to sail this ship.
Alan, look out!
Davie, come on!
Quickly, Alan!
Daviel
Davie. Davie, wake up. Wake up.
Are you all right?
You're cold. Rub
yourself, rub yourself!
Rub yourself, rub yourself!
Rub yourself.
I thought I saw you go under.
No, water and me don't mix.
I was born to be
hanged, not drowned.
There's no sign of the others.
Where are we?
It's Campbell country,
more's the pity.
Listen, davie,
I'm a wanted man, and there's no
where between here and France
that is safe for me.
So, I must get a boat,
and that means Edinburgh.
Now between here and Edinburgh,
there's a hundred
miles of Heather,
with a redcoat
behind every rock.
And if they catch me,
they'll take you too.
So, I think it's best for you
if we part and travel alone.
But I must get
to Edinburgh, too!
I have a score to
settle with my uncle.
Your uncle? Aye.
He had me kidnapped aboard that
boat, and I want to know why.
You've not been very lucky
with your relatives, have you?
All the more reason to be
choosy with your friends.
I tell you, Alan, I wouldn't know
how to walk from here to Edinburgh.
Aye, that's true.
Lowlanders have
no sense of direction.
So you better stay with me till we
get to my kinsman, James Stewart.
He'll give us money and
food to take us on
I lost my money belt
in the water.
Come on then, on your feet.
Now, listen to me.
When I say "run", you run.
And when I say "hide",
you hide, you understand?
Or our lives will be
like the hunted deer.
Come on, davie. Come.
You know, davie,
France is a beautiful place.
But when I'm there, I long for
the locks and the Heather.
Come on.
They're from culloden,
taken to the hills.
Perhaps we'll get a bite to eat.
Go on!
It's mungo Campbell.
It's Alan!
Alan!
Lassie. Lassie.
Oh, there's been a few sad
days since I saw you last.
And there'll be more before
the good days come again.
We heard you were
away to France.
I was.
And I would have met with a
nasty end aboard the ship
had it not been for
this gentleman here.
David balfour of shaws.
A lowlander. Aye.
But as brave a man as you'll
find and a good friend to me.
You're welcome to our house, Mr.
Balfour.
I wish you could have
seen us in happier times.
This is my daughter, catriona.
What are you doing, man?
Throwing dirt on good arms.
Wrap them up
before you bury them.
It makes no difference, Alan.
Guns will not be needed again.
Maybe not by you, James Stewart,
but there are those
who'll need them one day.
Wrap them up I tell you.
There'll be no one day.
There's a rightful king
out there in the Heather,
with nothing to cheer him, but the
thought of the day he'll return.
I know.
I met him eight months
ago when he landed.
I told him then we did not
want him, he should go home.
He said, "I've come home",
and everyone cheered.
Aye, for a Bonnie prince.
More a bit of a lad who
knew no more of Scotland
than does the english king.
Go on, I say, bury them!
It will be different next time.
Don't you understand?
There'll be no next time.
There was never
a "this" time either.
I was playing before culloden.
That's why I left him and
made peace with the english.
I wish to god the rest of my
kinsmen had done the same.
And turned their back
on the rightful king?
What do they know of
a French born king?
He bears the name of Stewart!
Aye, and so do you and
I and many others
who know more of Scotland
than he'll ever know.
He's a Scott at heart and
he cares for his people!
Does he now? Does he now?
Then tell me this, Alan
Breck, and tell me true.
Did the clansmen eat
before the battle?
Did they have a meal
to fill their bellies?
For I know, they didn't
eat the day before
and half the day before that.
I see the answer in your face.
It wasn't the prince's fault!
The food was left at inverness.
Aye, their food, but not his!
It's not the food in his
belly that makes a clansman,
it's his highland heart, and his
loyalty to his clan and his chief.
Have you forgotten that, James?
Aye, I've not forgot it,
nor will I ever abuse it.
I'll not make them pay one
rent to a king in england
and another to keep
an exiled king in France.
Nor, will I force them out onto the moor
again to face the english grape shot.
Enough blood has been shed in
the cause of the stewarts.
The lad's dropping
with tiredness.
Catriona, take him to the
barn and make him a bed.
Good night, Mr. Stewart.
Good night, sir.
And I thank you for being a friend to
my cousin when he needed a friend.
And now, Alan, it's money you'll be
needing to get you to Edinburgh.
Aye, and a dirk
and a pistol,
if it's not against your
new found scruples.
You shall have all three.
Have you known Alan, long?
He's my born cousin, though
I've only seen him three times.
I was just 12 the first time.
He gave me a ride
on his big gray,
and we raced across the Heather as
if all the devils were after us.
And he with that Bonnie laugh.
He has no fear, Alan Breck.
Those were the good days.
There was enough food and the bairns
weren't always crying, like now.
And we had our men,
aye and our pride.
But, Mr. balfour, Alan Breck
will bring those days back!
Maybe. Though your father
My father has seen the starving
and too much of the killing,
but don't think that he wouldn't
have it as it was, if he could.
There, that'll do you.
Shall I see you in the morning?
I don't suppose so.
Alan will be wanting
to leave at dawn.
Why?
Was there something special
you had to say to me?
Then I bid you good night
and a good journey.
Redcoats!
Quick, tell James. Hurry.
Redcoats. I saw them.
Mungo Campbell.
In the king's name,
James Stewart.
They may be just want food.
I'll try and get rid of them.
Ah!
Father! Run, run!
Let me go! Let me go!
Catriona, run!
Ah!
This way!
Alan, they shot my father!
James!
Aye, he went down
with blood on his head.
Oh, Lassie. Lassie.
I can't leave him, Alan.
I must go back!
You can't go back.
You'll get yourself killed.
Who could have done
such a foolish thing?
As killing mungo Campbell,
that wouldn't be so foolish.
Nay, nay, lad, don't look at me.
I was tempted, I won't deny it.
Come on, on your feet.
The redcoats
can't be far behind.
No, no, no, no.
No, no.
No, no.
Cluny!
And, mungo Campbell
has been shot, you say.
Well, he will not be missed,
except by the animal
that gave him birth.
But, I am sorry to hear about
your father, miss. Stewart.
You can stay with us
until we get word
it is safe for you to return.
You've made yourself
comfortable here.
Aye.
Ayel
it will be a long
stay, I am thinking.
How can you set your mind
to living in a cave
when you can come back
to France with me?
You are a warrior, bold,
Alan, and born to it,
you know no other life.
Would you not care to play a
little of the cards, Mr. balfour?
Is that all you can do
sit here and play cards?
There's the grand
restoration to work for.
You forget, I went to France
after the rising, 30 years ago.
That was different. Aye.
Aye. It is always different.
But I remember
my years of exile.
You were just a lad,
listening to the stories
of the grand uprising
at your fathers knee.
And great stories they were too.
Did he tell you about
highland chiefs
strutting like peacocks
on the streets of Paris,
drinking and quarrelling over
the day they would return,
did he tell you that?
Did he tell you how they died?
Lonely old men in attic rooms,
without even the respect
of the chambermaids.
Did he tell you that,
Alan Breck?
Would you not care to play a small
hand of the cards, Mr. balfour?
It passes the time.
No, I was brought up to
believe that the gambling
did no good for anyone,
winner or loser.
What kind of canting
whiggish talk is this,
in the house of MacPherson?
I'll have to remind you, cluny,
that any friend of mine
is company for the best.
Anyone in my house may
follow his own pleasures.
Your friend may stand
on his head if he wish.
And if you are not satisfied,
we could step outside.
It was a promise to my father, Mr.
MacPherson.
And, I am tired.
Say no more. Say no more.
If it is beds you are wanting,
you will find them at the back.
And, Alice, find something
for miss Stewart to wear.
It is not fitting she walk
about in such attire.
Will you deal the cards, cluny?
It's all right, davie.
I can handle myself at cards.
Mr. balfour,
your scruples are a credit to you,
but it is not required that
everyone else adopt them.
I hope you are
a better card player
that your father, Alan Breck.
Deal the cards, cluny,
then you'll find out.
You lost your faith,
that's your trouble.
Maybe,
it certainly wasn't intended
to be found at culloden.
We could have won there.
You know, we could have won.
I doubt it.
I doubted it when I saw the
artillery the english brought up.
I doubted it when I saw
the dispositions we made.
You're full of doubts.
That's mine.
A highlander in doubts is
a poor thing, cluny. Mmm.
And what is he in Paris?
A foreign gentleman,
talking strange politics
that no one understands
or cares about.
You've lived there,
you've seen it yourself.
You cannot pluck the Heather
and expect it to bloom
in the Paris street.
We will return whether
you're with us or not.
When you do, I will be with you.
Till then, I will stay here and sniff
the air outside my own front door,
the sweet smelling air
of my own country.
I play a little at the cards.
Goodbye, Lassie.
Take care.
I wish I could
come back with you.
Give it back to Alan.
Go on, you will need it
to get to Edinburgh.
You did not think I
would be keeping money
from gentlemen in your position.
It was just between friends.
Aye.
If they lose, you give
them back their money,
if they win,
they carry away yours.
I cannot see the sense to it.
But then,
neither could my father.
Goodbye, Mr. MacPherson
and thank you.
Aye, but I like to
play at the cards!
Goodbye, miss Stewart.
Goodbye, David.
Perhaps, we'll meet again.
Aye, perhaps.
What's this?
The money you lost.
You asked for it back?
No, he gave it back.
Well, you keep it then.
I'll not touch a penny of it!
Not one penny!
You shouldn't have lost
it in the first place.
You had no right to take it.
He won it fair and square,
the money was his.
I saw no sense in starving
all the way to Edinburgh.
Oh, to hell with your belly!
You shamed me in front
of cluny MacPherson,
that's what you did.
I've never heard
anything like it.
Taking back a man's winnings!
I can see it was a Campbell
that brought you up.
That's the trouble with you
lowlanders, you've no pride.
You sell yourselves and everyone
else for a few miserable pence.
Look, I did what
you should have done!
Only you're too high and mighty!
Ayel
I am for that.
I'm a Stewart!
Ah, you bear a king's name.
Well, so do plenty
more I've seen
and the best
I can say for them is
they be none the
worse for a washing.
King's name!
No, I cannot do it.
I cannot do it.
I'm sorry.
Look, I said, I'm sorry!
Are you going to hold it against
me for the rest of my life?
What are you laughing at?
"None the worse for a washing."
Oh, davie, what a thing to say.
You know, you're not
to clean yourself.
Alan!
Father's alive! But they've
taken him to Edinburgh castle.
What for? For the killing
of mungo Campbell!
But, he didn't do it!
I know, I know!
I must go with you!
I must see him!
Oh, Alan, they won't
harm him, will they?
Don't cry, Lassie, don't cry.
It's going to be all right.
Come on.
Come on.
Are you mad, coming here!?
There's 200 pounds
on your head, man.
Could you not have a care for
me, if not for yourself?
Your descriptions are
all over the town.
Charlie, Charlie, it's been plastered
all over Scotland for years.
Ah, but this is
for the murder of
mungo Campbell,
they want you now.
The whole country
is in an uproar.
But they've arrested James Stewart for
that. Ah, but he was in there too.
And he'll hang along with
James if they find him.
James Stewart's innocent!
You have that in the best
authority, of course.
Aye, my own.
I was standing alongside him
when the shot was fired.
That's why I'm here,
to tell the lord advocate.
Are you making a mock of me?
No, sir, I am not!
You think to give such
evidence to the lord advocate?
I do. Why, you muckle ass,
he'll never allow it.
I have a better opinion of
the lord advocate than that.
The lord advocate is a
Campbell's man, the Campbell's!
They'll put you in the dock,
and you'll swing
alongside James as well.
Have a dram.
You'd better watch
what you say, Charlie.
Mr. balfour is a loyal
subject of king George
and has Campbell's for friends.
And you'd be the duchess
of cumberland, I suppose?
I'm James Stewart's daughter.
Another relative!
Boy, I might have known.
Look, I am a lawyer.
I'm fond of my books, my bottle
and a tournament of golf
on a Saturday afternoon.
What am I to do with your
highland plants and claymores?
Oh, Charlie!
Would you desert your own king?
Would I what?
Do you care how many relatives have
been through this office before you?
Upwards of 30!
I could have swung from a gibet,
before you even got here.
You want my advice? Stay
away from the lord advocate!
But he's a witness!
You are beside the
point, miss Stewart.
It is your father they got,
it is your father they'll hang!
You too, if you
tried to give evidence.
I won't deny there's some risk.
Risk?
To be tried by a Campbell,
judged before a Campbell jury.
Anyone in there?
Oh, it's my clerk, Andrew.
Send him away! Man,
he's seen more rebels
this last two weeks than you
got hairs in your face.
Come on in, Andy.
Quickly, quickly!
I've a relative here who
needs a boat for France.
There's one tomorrow afternoon.
It's Alan Breck!
Well, can you find a place
for him, meanwhile?
Can I not stay here?
No, you cannot!
There's 30 nails
in my coffin already.
I'm getting tired of
the sound of hammering.
Well?
He can stay in the stone hut,
the other side of queen's ferry.
And my friends here?
There's rooms in the
house next door to me.
Does he have any
money for the boat?
There's only 20 pounds
left in the kitty.
Damnation!
How much will it cost?
For him? 50!
50 pounds!
They could collect 200
for turning you in!
That's still doing you a favor.
I can't even lay my hands on 30
pounds at such short notice.
I think I know where
it might be had.
Open up!
Open up, I say, or I'll
knock here all night!
Open up!
Who are you? What do you want?
Ah, Mr. balfour, is it?
Aye, aye.
State your business
and be on your way.
I can state that in one word.
David!
David.
What's he to you?
Eh, some friends of mine
found him on a beach,
half drowned, in mal.
And they've been through
great expense to keep him.
So, if you want to see him back,
you'll have to pay.
The lad's nothing to me.
I'll pay nothing
to get him back.
Ah, that's what I thought.
So you want him killed then.
Well, my friends
will do that too,
provided the price is right.
I don't want him killed!
Who says I want him killed?
Why? Hoseason said
that's what you'd want.
Since he couldn't fulfill
his part of the bargain
and drown the lad in the sea
Lower your voice, man.
Lower your voice!
Did hoseason say that?
He lied!
Why, I paid him
20 guineas to sell the lad
in the carolinas, nothing more.
Why would I want him killed?
He's my born nephew!
I paid to have him
kidnapped, that's all.
Thank you, uncle!
My friends here will testify in
court to what you've just said.
26, 27
28 guineas and a few shillings.
It will have to do.
Is this all you
have in the place?
Aye.
You've turned
my place upside down!
Your place?
Well, you thieving old
rascal, your place is jail.
And that is where you'll go!
I hoped I'd die before you'd come
looking for your inheritance.
Aye, it's yours,
but can I keep it
now your father's dead?
He was the elder,
it belonged to him.
Then why did he give it to you?
He cheated me!
He stole my girl from me.
He went behind my back
and stole her from me.
Why, they broke my heart.
I didn't want to live.
I didn't want to be thrown
on to the street, davie.
You can stay till you die,
if that's what you want.
But, you'll see Charles Stewart,
the lawyer, in the morning,
and set things right with him.
Aye.
Aye.
Your father died a poor man,
thinking I was rich.
But he was rich,
far richer than I'll ever be.
It's time you left, Alan.
Well
Laird of Shaw's then.
A man of property
and a title too.
Goodbye, Lassie.
And don't forget
the good old cause,
for I'll be back.
Take care, Alan.
Take good care!
My cousin's right.
Stay away from
the lord advocate.
James is for the rope,
and I couldn't bear to
see you swing alongside him.
You're too good a rebel!
I'll be waiting
for you tomorrow.
I'll see Mr. balfour now.
Yes, my lord.
Mr. balfour.
I'm sorry if you've been
kept waiting too long.
Barely four hours,
your lordship.
We're busy, Mr. balfour,
as you've no doubt seen.
No criticism was
intended, my lord.
But you did ask.
Well, let's waste no more time.
You wish to see me on
an important matter?
Yes, my lord.
I'm here to prevent
a miscarriage of justice.
Well, that's certainly
an important matter.
And, I may say, you've come
to the right place to do it.
The miscarriage of justice I
refer to concerns James Stewart.
I think there is no miscarriage
of justice there, Mr. balfour.
But there has been no trial.
Can you have made up
your mind already?
I think it was you who
first used the expression,
miscarriage of justice.
No, my lord, I merely
referred to preventing one.
You should have trained
for the bar, Mr. balfour.
Oh, I intend too when I've got this
little matter straightened out.
I've just come into
some property.
Uh, let us hope
that this little matter
does not blight the prospects
of your enjoying it.
Well then, you came here
to testify, let's have it.
But before you begin,
let me warn you
to volunteer nothing beyond the
questions I shall ask, nothing.
I understand,
but I couldn't be part to
concealing information
for want of the right questions.
Were you present at the
house of James Stewart
when the murder was done?
I was.
Were you there by accident?
In a way.
I was walking to Edinburgh.
I needed help.
You write nothing down, my lord.
I'm not yet inclined to
regard the facts as material.
But I thought all facts were
material in such a case.
You forget we're trying
James Stewart.
If ever we come to be trying
you, it will be different.
You are saying you were
walking to Edinburgh.
Were you alone on the walk?
No, I was accompanied
by Alan Breck.
You are either extremely simple
or extremely the reverse.
I hope I am only extremely
honest, my lord.
You observe, I still write
nothing down? I do.
Hmm.
You still wish to state
that you walked
to James Stewart's,
in the company of
a notorious rebel?
Would you have me
perjure myself and deny it?
Mr. balfour,
I tell you pointedly,
you go an ill way
for your own interests.
My lord, we are both here
to see justice done.
When the shot that killed
mungo Campbell was fired,
James Stewart stood
beside me in the kitchen.
Unarmed.
And that is the burden
of your testimony?
Yes, my lord, it is.
Mr. balfour,
a great issue hangs on this
An innocent man's life.
Thousands of innocent lives.
Lives that are mine to protect.
I understand that.
But you do not
understand the position.
The highlanders can be ruled
only through the Campbells,
and one has been
foully murdered,
on Stewart ground, at that.
Have they no right to justice?
Yes, my lord,
but not to vengeance.
In the highlands,
the difference is small.
Aye, but it's not in
your mind or mine.
Young man, try to understand
that this is a political trial.
It is political!
If I allow this crime
to go unpunished,
the Campbells will take their own
vengeance, and then where am I?
Well, stop them taking it!
I cannot!
I rule Scotland through
them, and no other.
James Stewart is a good
man, and is innocent!
And I'm prepared to establish
that at the trial.
Then your evidence
will not be called by me.
If you do not want my evidence,
the other side
will be glad to have it.
I desire you to withhold.
You're the lord advocate and
you're proposing to me a crime.
Mr. balfour,
I nurse in these two hands,
the interests of this country.
Will you bring your country down
to protect the life of one man?
That man is innocent!
And, if to prove it, the country
has to fall, then it has to fall.
I know no other way.
You know,
if it pleases me,
you could sleep
the night in jail.
My lord, I've spent the
night in worse places.
Uh, it have more people waiting.
Come back and see me tomorrow,
and give me your word you'll
say nothing of this to anyone.
Until tomorrow, willingly.
Huh.
So you've come into some
property, have you?
Then I think you should come
in to a suit of clothes!
Come in!
Ah, my dear, you've come
at quite the right moment.
Mr. balfour, this is
my daughter, Barbara.
How do you do, Mr. balfour?
I was just going out, papa.
Then you can take him with you
and help him chose a new suit,
and a sword
befitting a gentleman.
But I have no money, as yet.
Ah, let me do this
small thing for you.
It's a simple thing
to arrange credit.
Of you go then, both of you.
And remember, Mr.
Balfour, what I said.
Hmm.
You heard?
I heard.
And why did you let him leave?
I felt if I pressed him to
hard, he'd be stubborn.
Others have been
stubborn, at first.
Too much zeal can be as
bad as too little, Simon.
Now, this is hardly
the time for moderation.
But James Stewart must hang.
We can afford no blunder there.
The boy says
he did not fire the shot.
He confirms what
I've always thought.
That it was Breck.
We haven't got Breck.
No, not yet, but we may.
What if we had both?
Both? We don't need both, Simon.
Forgive me,
but I sometimes think your
lordship a little too
Soft?
Generous.
Now you've asked me
to prosecute the case,
leave the boy to me.
No!
He'll come around,
I'm sure of it.
Good lad.
Here's the rest of the money.
Charles Stewart
bids you goodbye.
Aye, and good riddance too,
by the sound of it.
Well, davie,
it's me for France
and you for a life of ease.
The horse, davie,
the horse over there!
You were followed!
You went to see Grant,
and I told you not to see him!
I never thought he'd use
Well, what do you expect?
He's nobody's fool.
Now stay away from him
and forget James Stewart!
I can't forget him, Alan.
I loved him just
as much as you did,
but he's a dead man!
There's nothing you can do.
Now go back to Charles Stewart
and get another boat!
Will t bring you
news of it here?
No. I'll come to you,
it's safer.
Now go on! Go on!
Go on!
Catriona.
Did he get away?
No!
They followed me there.
We escaped by the skin of our teeth!
Damnation!
More trouble,
more arrangements,
more nails in my coffin!
They'll be more nails than wood
by the time they bury you!
I've taken on the defense
of James Stewart.
I thought you said it was
a foregone conclusion.
Soitis, so it is.
But I couldn't say no!
When the Piper pipes,
the clan must dance.
What happened with
the lord advocate?
Did he take your evidence?
Ah, it is clear he did not.
No more did I think he would.
Will you give your
evidence for the defense?
There's a risk, I can't deny
it, but I have to ask you.
By tomorrow morning,
nine o'clock.
All right, put me on it.
Here's the permission for miss
Stewart to see her father.
You can go along with
her tomorrow afternoon.
What about Alan?
I'll fix another boat.
Andy will give you the details.
For a lowlander
with Campbells for friends,
you make a hell of a good rebel.
Few minutes, that's all.
Father. Oh, father. Father.
Catriona.
Child
Let me look at you.
To think you've
come all this way.
Charles Stewart was
in here this morning
and he told me what
a good friend you've been.
I know not, how or why
you've come to be such,
but I thank you for it.
What have they done to you?
Never mind about that.
Listen to me.
We have not much time.
I'm going to die.
No! Aye!
I know it, and I want you
to be prepared for it.
But you didn't
kill the Campbell!
It makes nay difference,
they want me anyway.
I marched with
the Bonnie prince.
But you made your peace
with the english king.
Aye, but not with the Campbells.
They'll be no peace for us
until we raise the clans again.
That way is dead, Lassie.
We must put away the claymores.
Enough blood has
stained the Heather.
I know, I know.
These are hard times, but
they won't always be so.
But David will testify
for you at the trial.
You must not do that.
I've entered my name in
the list of witnesses.
Then do not appear at the trial.
You can do nothing for me,
and you'll just bring
harm to yourself.
Promise me now!
Promise me!
I'm confused, Mr. Stewart.
I don't know what to think.
I came to Edinburgh
to tell what I saw,
and I find myself
threatened on all sides
with the dire consequences
of telling it.
I won't say I'm not afraid,
because I am.
But I was brought up to believe
that the law meant what it said,
and not what some people
might want it to mean.
So
I don't know.
And I can promise you nothing,
except I'll think about it.
I put you very high
David balfour.
Long after you've gone away,
I'll remember you
and what you did.
Time is up!
Oh, father!
Ugh!
Be damned! Are you blind!?
No, I'm not blind,
but perhaps you are.
It was you that was
looking the other way.
I talk to the master,
not his baggage!
Well
This must be settled
Like gentlemen.
You don't sound much
like a gentleman to me.
But if that's what you want
Oh, davie, no!
Hector duncansby
at your service.
If you'll follow me.
Oh, davie, don't do it!
Pick it up!
I'll not fight with you!
You don't know the back end
of a sword from its front!
I'm sorry I can't give you
better satisfaction.
It's not from you I'm looking
for satisfaction, balfour,
but from someone else.
I'm an officer and a gentleman,
and I'll not commit murder,
even for the lord advocate!
Murder, davie!
He tried to have you murdered!
They'll kill us all if need be.
Oh, lad, you have it
nice and cozy here.
It's better than my stone hut.
What happened to the ship?
There's one the day
after tomorrow.
They can pick you up of
gillan sands do you know it?
Aye, I do. What time?
By dusk. Good!
Alan! Lassie.
My heart leapt when I saw
you going to that shop.
I knew you'd gone
for my breakfast.
Sure, have some.
Oh, this is wonderful, good.
Alan.
Ah, David, I see I'm as
unwelcome as I thought,
which is why I took the precaution
of bringing my daughter.
Hello, Mr. balfour.
Aye, you should allow him in.
He comes to apologies.
I'm sure it will be the
only time in your life
you'll receive an apology
from a lord advocate.
This is catriona Stewart,
James Stewart's daughter.
Lord Grant and miss Grant.
David
Your name on
the list of witnesses
provokes Simon Campbell
to overreaching himself.
It was he who made that
idiotic fatuous attempt
on your life, I had
nothing to do with it.
Perhaps, that was
fortunate for me.
Your lordship is well known
for not making mistakes.
Young man, I came here to
offer you an explanation.
I do not expect to be
abused for my pains.
It seems to me you show
a fine sensitivity.
Simon Campbell bungled
his attempt on me,
but you won't bungle
yours on James Stewart.
It's clear I'm better off
with Simon Campbell.
Then you know not where
your true interests lie.
You live by simple rules, David,
because your world is simple.
But who protects
that world for you?
I do!
Who enables you to practice your
religion, as you please?
I do.
If your king must bend to the
law and not be above it,
you owe that to me too.
Not to highland savages
like the stewarts,
who put a man on the throne
with delusions of divine right.
I've seen Campbells
as savage as stewarts!
Ayel
but they're savages
on the right side,
and the stewarts are
savages on the wrong.
I'm a highlander
myself, Mr. balfour.
I know of not any finer
people in the world,
but they're 500 years
behind england.
They're a tribal people
and must be brought into the
realm of the nation state.
A struggle has been going on in
these islands for centuries,
of which you are
only dimly aware.
A struggle to curb the
absolute right of kings,
and I believe in that struggle.
If a sparrow must fall,
that a lark can rise,
then the sparrow must fall!
I can't argue with you.
You have answers to questions
I haven't even thought of.
But if they all add up
to this statement
that James Stewart must hang,
then I say that they're wrong!
And I think maybe
you would've
Once.
I wish to protect you,
I am not sure why.
But you will not be advised.
I have no more wish to see James
Stewart die than you have!
Well, you can prevent it?
No, I could not!
But there is someone who could,
if we had him.
Alan is no more
guilty than James.
I think we should go.
I feel sorry for Alan Breck.
The future of Scotland belongs
more to James Stewart dead,
then it does to him.
He dreams of new culloden's!
Better he to die on
the field of battle
than to end his days in some
squalid French tenement.
I am sorry, miss Stewart.
Good bye, miss Stewart.
Good bye, Mr. balfour.
I said you should
have an apology.
The lying, treacherous scot!
He'll live to regret every word.
Did you kill mungo, Alan?
You really think I would
do a thing like that?
I will be dammed to
the lord advocate.
The porridge is all burnt.
I think he means
you are to go nearer.
He wants to tell you something.
Send the doctor outside.
Would you mind, doctor?
Oh, of course.
What is it, uncle?
I just want to tell you,
don't let him
charge you too much.
It's all yours now, davie.
The house and all the land!
I don't want you to give
evidence at the trial!
I couldn't bear it.
To lose you both.
Even my father says
you can't help him.
I'll not let you go.
I'll not!
Please, davie!
Oh, what shall we do then?
We'll stay here.
They'll leave us alone.
They'll leave us alone
if we don't interfere.
Leave us alone if we stay here,
buried, deaf and dumb and blind!
I don't agree with Alan.
But he's ready to die
for what he believes in.
I cannot do less.
He taught me that.
Alan!
Alan!
Alan!
Alan!
Lassie.
What are you doing out here?
Has something
happened to the ship?
No, the ship's all right.
Alan, you've got to stop him!
David's going to the trail
tomorrow to give evidence.
I thought that was
what you wanted.
No, no, I'll lose them both.
I can't bear it!
You got to get my
father out of prison.
Don't be daft, girl!
Break in to Edinburgh castle.
You can do it!
You're the only one that can.
Listen, I have a plan.
No, I will not listen.
You must be insane. Your
mind has become unhinged.
But, Alan, he didn't do it!
No, I will not risk myself
on such a mad errand!
For what?
For James?
What's he to Scotland?
What would he do for Scotland
if he were set free?
Except bury the claymores and
let them rot in the earth.
No.
You should not be thinking
of your father, now.
The Scotland!
Scotland, Lassie.
Do you know what that means?
But he didn't do it, Alan,
he didn't do it!
He didn't kill the Campbell!
You have never
left these shores!
So you don't know what it's like
to long for the sweet smelling
air of the highlands,
where a man can be free,
or the sound of pipes
plaintive on the wind.
Oh, Alan! Alan! Alan!
Would you hand it all to
the english on a platter?
Because that's what
James would do,
but not me!
I'm for France!
Where there are others
waiting for the day
when we will raise
the clans again.
Ah, stewarts and camerons,
appin, clan chattan,
Fraser and atholl,
clan mackintosh and lochiel,
all fine Bonnie men who wait
for the day when we'll return.
I promised them we'd be back!
Would you have me desert them?
I'll not do it. Not for James!
I'll die for Scotland,
but not for him!
Aye, you die for Scotland,
but who wants you to?
Who wants you to?
It's over, Alan,
can you not see?
It's finished! Finished!
There's no more fighting in us.
It's not over.
Not yet.
We'll come again.
They're waiting
for us to return.
They're just waiting
for us to come back.
I feel sorry for Alan Breck.
Better he to die on the
field of battle than to
Don't you understand?
There'll be no next time!
There was never
a "this" time either.
But he didn't
do it, Alan, he didn't do it!
Did he tell you how they died?
Lonely old men in attic rooms
Enough blood has been shed in
the cause of the stewarts.
But he didn't do it, Alan,
he didn't kill the Campbell!
I don't understand it.
He should have been here by now.
He's not here yet!
We can't wait!
You must wait!
I know he'll be here.
Halt! Who goes there?
Alan Breck Stewart,
to see the governor
of the castle.
Breck!
- Alan Breck!
- It's Alan Breck!
Hold off. The guards!
For all my days
in many ways
I'll think of all
I've lived to see
the mountains high
clouds in the sky
I thank the lord
for sharing them with me
The summer's glow
The winter show
are not to me
just scenery
When tree tops sway
I long to say
Oh, thank you lord
for sharing them with me
life I believe
love we receive
we shouldn't take
too casually &
for all my days
in many ways
I'll thank the lord
for sharing them with me
It was not always so.
Not long ago, the glens shook
to the sounds of drums.
The Bonnie prince
had come from France
to reclaim the english throne
from the house of Stewart,
in the highlands.
Men dug their claymores
into the earth
and flocked round his standard.
Others stood firm
for the english king.
They met on a moor
near culloden.
I was not there, but I heard
tell of it on all sides.
Use your bayonets damn you!
No quarter for the king's rebels.
Take a message to
my father, the king.
Tell him the pretender to the
english throne has been thrashed,
this day on culloden moor.
And that Bonnie prince Charlie, as he calls
himself is in flight in the Heather.
Tell him that it only remains
for the pacification
of the highlands to begin
And this is now under way.
Take that message to king
George and tell him further
that we have taken note
that the public order
of the rebels yesterday
was to give us no quarter
and therefore,
they may expect none.
We shall end this
nonsense once and for all
so that never again will the
jacobite rebellious spirit
disturb the peace
of our two countries.
This generation must be wore out
before Scotland is quiet again.
Never again will the
presumptuous stewarts
lay claim to the British throne.
Their escapade is over.
They have dared
and they have lost.
Inform my father that
upwards of 3000 prisoners
are on the roads to Edinburgh
to be cast into jails
pending their transportation
or execution.
There will be no more rising
of the clans in Scotland.
Come on, now!
What do you want?
It's loaded!
Is this the house of shaws? Ayel
I've come with a letter
for Mr. ebenezer balfour.
Put it down on the door
step and be off with you.
I'll do no such thing!
I'll deliver it into Mr. balfour's
hands, as was intended.
It's a letter of introduction.
Who are you? I'm David balfour.
David balfour.
Is your father dead then?
Aye, he'll be dead, no doubt.
Wait there, I'll come
down and let you in.
Come inside.
Touch nothing!
I suppose you'll be hungry.
Do you want the porridge?
I wouldn't want to Rob
you of your own supper.
No, it's nothing.
I'll have the ale.
Let's see the letter.
I told you,
it's for Mr. balfour.
And who do you think I am?
Come on, give me
Alexander's letter
and get on with your porridge.
You'll be my uncle, then? Aye,
and you're my born nephew.
Do you want that porridge?
Is your father long dead?
Three years.
And my mother,
three years before that.
Aye.
Oh, there's a shame.
A Bonnie Lassie.
Bonnie Lassie.
You'll be just 18 then.
I am.
Mr. Campbell, the minister who
took me in when father died
gave me that letter on
my birthday, a week ago.
It was given to him
by my father.
Aye, just so just so
Is that all you're going to eat?
Can't afford to waste.
You knew nothing
of me or of the
House of shaws,
before you come here?
No, sir.
Nor did this Campbell,
friends of yours? No, sir.
So you'll be
all alone in the world,
apart from me, that is.
Well, davie, my man,
you did well to come to
your uncle ebenezer.
I've a great notion
of the family,
and I mean to do
the right by you.
And I will,
no matter what it costs.
The only question is
what to put you to.
Whether to the ministry
or the law or
Well, davie, my man, we can
discuss all this in the morning.
You'll be wanting
to get to your bed.
Here
Take this key.
You'll find a room
at the top of the tower
through that door there.
You cannot miss the way.
Goodnight, uncle.
Can I have a candle? No candles!
I don't approve of
lights in the house.
An uncommon fear of the fire.
Just stick to the wall
you'll be all right.
Good night, davie, my man.
The lord is my Shepherd,
I shall not want.
He maketh me to lie
down in green pastures.
Our father, which art in heaven,
thy kingdom come
Man, are you alive?
That I am, small thanks to you.
Come, sit up!
Whoa! Davie, my man!
My poor heart,
my medicine, davie.
The blue bottle
on the side board.
More medicine, davie.
No more medicine till I
know why you did this.
Davie, wouldn't it be so cruel
as to stop a man's medicine?
Give me the bottle,
and I'll away to my bed.
I'll tell you all in the
morning, as sure as death.
Very well, you can take your
medicine and go to your bed.
But I'm sleeping
here by the fire
and you'll answer
to me in the morning!
Aye, you're a good lad, davie.
Ah.
You will need to keep the
fire burning all night.
It's a terrible waste of fuel.
Hurry! If we don't
sail with the tide,
I fear the military be
commandeer the ship
for taking rebel prisoners.
David, my man,
this is captain hoseason.
He and I have a venture for
trade in the west indies.
Well, well, so this
is the young man!
I like his looks, Mr. balfour.
He's a credit to you,
I'll tell you that.
And
A lucky young man at that.
Lucky, sir?
Your uncle's just told me
he wants the profits of
the trip made over to you
to set you up for life, no less.
Get back!
You're at sea, and there's
nowhere else to go,
except in it.
Now, calm down or I'll have
you locked up in the hole.
Where are you taking me?
Where are you taking me?
We're on our way
to the carolinas.
Come, sit you down
and have some rum.
Why am I being taken
to the carolinas?
You're to be indentured
on a plantation.
A slave! Aye!
If that's what
you want to call it.
But why?
Why? For money, that's why.
Is he better now?
Aye, he'll be all right.
He can serve as our cabin boy.
Take him to the
round-house, Mr. riach,
and show him his duties.
Come on! Go now.
Come on, will you
stir yourself, man.
Move yourself, move!
Have you got the men listening?
Aye, listening for breakers
up and down the deck.
Is there any danger she'll
run aground, Mr. riach?
Oh no, lad. She'll not do that.
Quiet, man! You spoke to soon!
No, sir. Sounds more like
we've run down the boat.
Come on.
Well, now.
You're the wrong lot!
And not only are
you the wrong lot,
you've run me down
and sunk my boat.
You were expecting a boat
of a different kind?
I was. French, maybe?
Do you have any
objection to that?
Not at all, necessarily.
Necessarily, is it?
Or do I detect a loyal
subject of king George
hearing the jingle of coins?
I'm no rebel, jacobite!
But I can be sorry when I see a
man with his back to the wall.
Can you now?
Well, then, your sympathy
and my money should get
together and do business.
Come to the round-house.
Bring the gentleman
some food, davie.
You were for France?
That's right.
If you take me there,
I'll pay you well.
I'm bound for the carolinas.
All right then, 60 guineas
to put me down on loch linnhe.
Let's see your money first.
Half the belt and it's done!
What do you take me for?
A blithering idiot?
I'll hand you over
to the soldiers.
Ah, well now.
If that's the way you want it.
Oh, 60 guineas it is, then.
There's my hand on it.
Sit down and eat your food.
Come along, Mr. riach.
Did you fight at culloden moor?
Aye. I was at culloden moor.
Have you been to France before?
I've lived in France
for five years,
raising arms and money.
But it won't be that long
before I'm back again.
This bottle of yours is dry.
I'll go and ask for the key.
You should never have put
him in the round-house.
You're always so full of
hindsight, Mr. riach.
How was I to know he had a
belt full of jacobite gold?
Shush, man.
Captain, the gentleman's taking
a drink and the bottle's dry.
Will you give me the key?
Why, here's our chance.
He can go where we cannot.
Come here.
Come here, boy.
That man's a rank
foe of king George.
He's a danger to this ship,
and we must settle with him.
You'd do that for king
George, wouldn't you, davie?
But of course, he would. Aye.
The trouble is, all the guns
are in the round-house.
But you could snap up pistols
and a powder horn and
he'd be none the wiser.
And there will be a few
golden guineas for you.
Dol
So what are you staring at now?
They're planning to come at you.
He sent me in to get
pistols and powder.
How many? Fifteen.
Fifteen. Well,
that cannot be cured.
Will you stand with me?
I'm with you.
You have the keys to
the pistols, you said.
We'll get them out
and charge them.
Leave the door open.
I prefer a clear view
in front of me.
You get up on the bunk.
Watch the skylight,
I'll watch the door.
It's a bit cramped
in here for this sword.
I'll have to use the
point, more's the pity.
My genius is with the cut,
slash and upper guard.
Oh, and don't shoot in my
direction, unless they get me down.
I fight better without
holes in my head.
I said I was with you.
I didn't say I was a crack shot.
What's your name?
David balfour of shaws.
Oh! Of shaws, is it?
Well, mine's Alan Breck.
And I have the right to put
the king's name after it.
Alan Breck Stewart.
But I prefer to keep it
plain and simple.
Naked steel?
A strange return
for hospitality.
This is the only one for yours.
I'll mind this, davie.
Watch the skylight, davie.
The skylight,
watch the skylight!
Oh, my!
Am I not a Bonnie fighter?
That's Mr. riach.
Aye, I dare say it was.
They're not through yet.
They'll come back again.
Recharge the pistols.
Shh, davie, shh.
What's that?
There's no one at the wheel.
The tiller swinging free.
They're as poor sailors
as they are fighting men.
Just a bunch of treacherous
Campbell's, that's what they are.
My father's friend
was a Campbell,
and he was a good friend to me.
I dare say.
But you're lowlander.
Ask a highlander what
he thinks of a Campbell,
and he'll have to spit
before he tells you.
You, in there!
What do you want?
There'll be no more fighting.
Give me a pistol.
Go around the door.
Put that down!
There's not enough crew
left to sail this ship.
Alan, look out!
Davie, come on!
Quickly, Alan!
Daviel
Davie. Davie, wake up. Wake up.
Are you all right?
You're cold. Rub
yourself, rub yourself!
Rub yourself, rub yourself!
Rub yourself.
I thought I saw you go under.
No, water and me don't mix.
I was born to be
hanged, not drowned.
There's no sign of the others.
Where are we?
It's Campbell country,
more's the pity.
Listen, davie,
I'm a wanted man, and there's no
where between here and France
that is safe for me.
So, I must get a boat,
and that means Edinburgh.
Now between here and Edinburgh,
there's a hundred
miles of Heather,
with a redcoat
behind every rock.
And if they catch me,
they'll take you too.
So, I think it's best for you
if we part and travel alone.
But I must get
to Edinburgh, too!
I have a score to
settle with my uncle.
Your uncle? Aye.
He had me kidnapped aboard that
boat, and I want to know why.
You've not been very lucky
with your relatives, have you?
All the more reason to be
choosy with your friends.
I tell you, Alan, I wouldn't know
how to walk from here to Edinburgh.
Aye, that's true.
Lowlanders have
no sense of direction.
So you better stay with me till we
get to my kinsman, James Stewart.
He'll give us money and
food to take us on
I lost my money belt
in the water.
Come on then, on your feet.
Now, listen to me.
When I say "run", you run.
And when I say "hide",
you hide, you understand?
Or our lives will be
like the hunted deer.
Come on, davie. Come.
You know, davie,
France is a beautiful place.
But when I'm there, I long for
the locks and the Heather.
Come on.
They're from culloden,
taken to the hills.
Perhaps we'll get a bite to eat.
Go on!
It's mungo Campbell.
It's Alan!
Alan!
Lassie. Lassie.
Oh, there's been a few sad
days since I saw you last.
And there'll be more before
the good days come again.
We heard you were
away to France.
I was.
And I would have met with a
nasty end aboard the ship
had it not been for
this gentleman here.
David balfour of shaws.
A lowlander. Aye.
But as brave a man as you'll
find and a good friend to me.
You're welcome to our house, Mr.
Balfour.
I wish you could have
seen us in happier times.
This is my daughter, catriona.
What are you doing, man?
Throwing dirt on good arms.
Wrap them up
before you bury them.
It makes no difference, Alan.
Guns will not be needed again.
Maybe not by you, James Stewart,
but there are those
who'll need them one day.
Wrap them up I tell you.
There'll be no one day.
There's a rightful king
out there in the Heather,
with nothing to cheer him, but the
thought of the day he'll return.
I know.
I met him eight months
ago when he landed.
I told him then we did not
want him, he should go home.
He said, "I've come home",
and everyone cheered.
Aye, for a Bonnie prince.
More a bit of a lad who
knew no more of Scotland
than does the english king.
Go on, I say, bury them!
It will be different next time.
Don't you understand?
There'll be no next time.
There was never
a "this" time either.
I was playing before culloden.
That's why I left him and
made peace with the english.
I wish to god the rest of my
kinsmen had done the same.
And turned their back
on the rightful king?
What do they know of
a French born king?
He bears the name of Stewart!
Aye, and so do you and
I and many others
who know more of Scotland
than he'll ever know.
He's a Scott at heart and
he cares for his people!
Does he now? Does he now?
Then tell me this, Alan
Breck, and tell me true.
Did the clansmen eat
before the battle?
Did they have a meal
to fill their bellies?
For I know, they didn't
eat the day before
and half the day before that.
I see the answer in your face.
It wasn't the prince's fault!
The food was left at inverness.
Aye, their food, but not his!
It's not the food in his
belly that makes a clansman,
it's his highland heart, and his
loyalty to his clan and his chief.
Have you forgotten that, James?
Aye, I've not forgot it,
nor will I ever abuse it.
I'll not make them pay one
rent to a king in england
and another to keep
an exiled king in France.
Nor, will I force them out onto the moor
again to face the english grape shot.
Enough blood has been shed in
the cause of the stewarts.
The lad's dropping
with tiredness.
Catriona, take him to the
barn and make him a bed.
Good night, Mr. Stewart.
Good night, sir.
And I thank you for being a friend to
my cousin when he needed a friend.
And now, Alan, it's money you'll be
needing to get you to Edinburgh.
Aye, and a dirk
and a pistol,
if it's not against your
new found scruples.
You shall have all three.
Have you known Alan, long?
He's my born cousin, though
I've only seen him three times.
I was just 12 the first time.
He gave me a ride
on his big gray,
and we raced across the Heather as
if all the devils were after us.
And he with that Bonnie laugh.
He has no fear, Alan Breck.
Those were the good days.
There was enough food and the bairns
weren't always crying, like now.
And we had our men,
aye and our pride.
But, Mr. balfour, Alan Breck
will bring those days back!
Maybe. Though your father
My father has seen the starving
and too much of the killing,
but don't think that he wouldn't
have it as it was, if he could.
There, that'll do you.
Shall I see you in the morning?
I don't suppose so.
Alan will be wanting
to leave at dawn.
Why?
Was there something special
you had to say to me?
Then I bid you good night
and a good journey.
Redcoats!
Quick, tell James. Hurry.
Redcoats. I saw them.
Mungo Campbell.
In the king's name,
James Stewart.
They may be just want food.
I'll try and get rid of them.
Ah!
Father! Run, run!
Let me go! Let me go!
Catriona, run!
Ah!
This way!
Alan, they shot my father!
James!
Aye, he went down
with blood on his head.
Oh, Lassie. Lassie.
I can't leave him, Alan.
I must go back!
You can't go back.
You'll get yourself killed.
Who could have done
such a foolish thing?
As killing mungo Campbell,
that wouldn't be so foolish.
Nay, nay, lad, don't look at me.
I was tempted, I won't deny it.
Come on, on your feet.
The redcoats
can't be far behind.
No, no, no, no.
No, no.
No, no.
Cluny!
And, mungo Campbell
has been shot, you say.
Well, he will not be missed,
except by the animal
that gave him birth.
But, I am sorry to hear about
your father, miss. Stewart.
You can stay with us
until we get word
it is safe for you to return.
You've made yourself
comfortable here.
Aye.
Ayel
it will be a long
stay, I am thinking.
How can you set your mind
to living in a cave
when you can come back
to France with me?
You are a warrior, bold,
Alan, and born to it,
you know no other life.
Would you not care to play a
little of the cards, Mr. balfour?
Is that all you can do
sit here and play cards?
There's the grand
restoration to work for.
You forget, I went to France
after the rising, 30 years ago.
That was different. Aye.
Aye. It is always different.
But I remember
my years of exile.
You were just a lad,
listening to the stories
of the grand uprising
at your fathers knee.
And great stories they were too.
Did he tell you about
highland chiefs
strutting like peacocks
on the streets of Paris,
drinking and quarrelling over
the day they would return,
did he tell you that?
Did he tell you how they died?
Lonely old men in attic rooms,
without even the respect
of the chambermaids.
Did he tell you that,
Alan Breck?
Would you not care to play a small
hand of the cards, Mr. balfour?
It passes the time.
No, I was brought up to
believe that the gambling
did no good for anyone,
winner or loser.
What kind of canting
whiggish talk is this,
in the house of MacPherson?
I'll have to remind you, cluny,
that any friend of mine
is company for the best.
Anyone in my house may
follow his own pleasures.
Your friend may stand
on his head if he wish.
And if you are not satisfied,
we could step outside.
It was a promise to my father, Mr.
MacPherson.
And, I am tired.
Say no more. Say no more.
If it is beds you are wanting,
you will find them at the back.
And, Alice, find something
for miss Stewart to wear.
It is not fitting she walk
about in such attire.
Will you deal the cards, cluny?
It's all right, davie.
I can handle myself at cards.
Mr. balfour,
your scruples are a credit to you,
but it is not required that
everyone else adopt them.
I hope you are
a better card player
that your father, Alan Breck.
Deal the cards, cluny,
then you'll find out.
You lost your faith,
that's your trouble.
Maybe,
it certainly wasn't intended
to be found at culloden.
We could have won there.
You know, we could have won.
I doubt it.
I doubted it when I saw the
artillery the english brought up.
I doubted it when I saw
the dispositions we made.
You're full of doubts.
That's mine.
A highlander in doubts is
a poor thing, cluny. Mmm.
And what is he in Paris?
A foreign gentleman,
talking strange politics
that no one understands
or cares about.
You've lived there,
you've seen it yourself.
You cannot pluck the Heather
and expect it to bloom
in the Paris street.
We will return whether
you're with us or not.
When you do, I will be with you.
Till then, I will stay here and sniff
the air outside my own front door,
the sweet smelling air
of my own country.
I play a little at the cards.
Goodbye, Lassie.
Take care.
I wish I could
come back with you.
Give it back to Alan.
Go on, you will need it
to get to Edinburgh.
You did not think I
would be keeping money
from gentlemen in your position.
It was just between friends.
Aye.
If they lose, you give
them back their money,
if they win,
they carry away yours.
I cannot see the sense to it.
But then,
neither could my father.
Goodbye, Mr. MacPherson
and thank you.
Aye, but I like to
play at the cards!
Goodbye, miss Stewart.
Goodbye, David.
Perhaps, we'll meet again.
Aye, perhaps.
What's this?
The money you lost.
You asked for it back?
No, he gave it back.
Well, you keep it then.
I'll not touch a penny of it!
Not one penny!
You shouldn't have lost
it in the first place.
You had no right to take it.
He won it fair and square,
the money was his.
I saw no sense in starving
all the way to Edinburgh.
Oh, to hell with your belly!
You shamed me in front
of cluny MacPherson,
that's what you did.
I've never heard
anything like it.
Taking back a man's winnings!
I can see it was a Campbell
that brought you up.
That's the trouble with you
lowlanders, you've no pride.
You sell yourselves and everyone
else for a few miserable pence.
Look, I did what
you should have done!
Only you're too high and mighty!
Ayel
I am for that.
I'm a Stewart!
Ah, you bear a king's name.
Well, so do plenty
more I've seen
and the best
I can say for them is
they be none the
worse for a washing.
King's name!
No, I cannot do it.
I cannot do it.
I'm sorry.
Look, I said, I'm sorry!
Are you going to hold it against
me for the rest of my life?
What are you laughing at?
"None the worse for a washing."
Oh, davie, what a thing to say.
You know, you're not
to clean yourself.
Alan!
Father's alive! But they've
taken him to Edinburgh castle.
What for? For the killing
of mungo Campbell!
But, he didn't do it!
I know, I know!
I must go with you!
I must see him!
Oh, Alan, they won't
harm him, will they?
Don't cry, Lassie, don't cry.
It's going to be all right.
Come on.
Come on.
Are you mad, coming here!?
There's 200 pounds
on your head, man.
Could you not have a care for
me, if not for yourself?
Your descriptions are
all over the town.
Charlie, Charlie, it's been plastered
all over Scotland for years.
Ah, but this is
for the murder of
mungo Campbell,
they want you now.
The whole country
is in an uproar.
But they've arrested James Stewart for
that. Ah, but he was in there too.
And he'll hang along with
James if they find him.
James Stewart's innocent!
You have that in the best
authority, of course.
Aye, my own.
I was standing alongside him
when the shot was fired.
That's why I'm here,
to tell the lord advocate.
Are you making a mock of me?
No, sir, I am not!
You think to give such
evidence to the lord advocate?
I do. Why, you muckle ass,
he'll never allow it.
I have a better opinion of
the lord advocate than that.
The lord advocate is a
Campbell's man, the Campbell's!
They'll put you in the dock,
and you'll swing
alongside James as well.
Have a dram.
You'd better watch
what you say, Charlie.
Mr. balfour is a loyal
subject of king George
and has Campbell's for friends.
And you'd be the duchess
of cumberland, I suppose?
I'm James Stewart's daughter.
Another relative!
Boy, I might have known.
Look, I am a lawyer.
I'm fond of my books, my bottle
and a tournament of golf
on a Saturday afternoon.
What am I to do with your
highland plants and claymores?
Oh, Charlie!
Would you desert your own king?
Would I what?
Do you care how many relatives have
been through this office before you?
Upwards of 30!
I could have swung from a gibet,
before you even got here.
You want my advice? Stay
away from the lord advocate!
But he's a witness!
You are beside the
point, miss Stewart.
It is your father they got,
it is your father they'll hang!
You too, if you
tried to give evidence.
I won't deny there's some risk.
Risk?
To be tried by a Campbell,
judged before a Campbell jury.
Anyone in there?
Oh, it's my clerk, Andrew.
Send him away! Man,
he's seen more rebels
this last two weeks than you
got hairs in your face.
Come on in, Andy.
Quickly, quickly!
I've a relative here who
needs a boat for France.
There's one tomorrow afternoon.
It's Alan Breck!
Well, can you find a place
for him, meanwhile?
Can I not stay here?
No, you cannot!
There's 30 nails
in my coffin already.
I'm getting tired of
the sound of hammering.
Well?
He can stay in the stone hut,
the other side of queen's ferry.
And my friends here?
There's rooms in the
house next door to me.
Does he have any
money for the boat?
There's only 20 pounds
left in the kitty.
Damnation!
How much will it cost?
For him? 50!
50 pounds!
They could collect 200
for turning you in!
That's still doing you a favor.
I can't even lay my hands on 30
pounds at such short notice.
I think I know where
it might be had.
Open up!
Open up, I say, or I'll
knock here all night!
Open up!
Who are you? What do you want?
Ah, Mr. balfour, is it?
Aye, aye.
State your business
and be on your way.
I can state that in one word.
David!
David.
What's he to you?
Eh, some friends of mine
found him on a beach,
half drowned, in mal.
And they've been through
great expense to keep him.
So, if you want to see him back,
you'll have to pay.
The lad's nothing to me.
I'll pay nothing
to get him back.
Ah, that's what I thought.
So you want him killed then.
Well, my friends
will do that too,
provided the price is right.
I don't want him killed!
Who says I want him killed?
Why? Hoseason said
that's what you'd want.
Since he couldn't fulfill
his part of the bargain
and drown the lad in the sea
Lower your voice, man.
Lower your voice!
Did hoseason say that?
He lied!
Why, I paid him
20 guineas to sell the lad
in the carolinas, nothing more.
Why would I want him killed?
He's my born nephew!
I paid to have him
kidnapped, that's all.
Thank you, uncle!
My friends here will testify in
court to what you've just said.
26, 27
28 guineas and a few shillings.
It will have to do.
Is this all you
have in the place?
Aye.
You've turned
my place upside down!
Your place?
Well, you thieving old
rascal, your place is jail.
And that is where you'll go!
I hoped I'd die before you'd come
looking for your inheritance.
Aye, it's yours,
but can I keep it
now your father's dead?
He was the elder,
it belonged to him.
Then why did he give it to you?
He cheated me!
He stole my girl from me.
He went behind my back
and stole her from me.
Why, they broke my heart.
I didn't want to live.
I didn't want to be thrown
on to the street, davie.
You can stay till you die,
if that's what you want.
But, you'll see Charles Stewart,
the lawyer, in the morning,
and set things right with him.
Aye.
Aye.
Your father died a poor man,
thinking I was rich.
But he was rich,
far richer than I'll ever be.
It's time you left, Alan.
Well
Laird of Shaw's then.
A man of property
and a title too.
Goodbye, Lassie.
And don't forget
the good old cause,
for I'll be back.
Take care, Alan.
Take good care!
My cousin's right.
Stay away from
the lord advocate.
James is for the rope,
and I couldn't bear to
see you swing alongside him.
You're too good a rebel!
I'll be waiting
for you tomorrow.
I'll see Mr. balfour now.
Yes, my lord.
Mr. balfour.
I'm sorry if you've been
kept waiting too long.
Barely four hours,
your lordship.
We're busy, Mr. balfour,
as you've no doubt seen.
No criticism was
intended, my lord.
But you did ask.
Well, let's waste no more time.
You wish to see me on
an important matter?
Yes, my lord.
I'm here to prevent
a miscarriage of justice.
Well, that's certainly
an important matter.
And, I may say, you've come
to the right place to do it.
The miscarriage of justice I
refer to concerns James Stewart.
I think there is no miscarriage
of justice there, Mr. balfour.
But there has been no trial.
Can you have made up
your mind already?
I think it was you who
first used the expression,
miscarriage of justice.
No, my lord, I merely
referred to preventing one.
You should have trained
for the bar, Mr. balfour.
Oh, I intend too when I've got this
little matter straightened out.
I've just come into
some property.
Uh, let us hope
that this little matter
does not blight the prospects
of your enjoying it.
Well then, you came here
to testify, let's have it.
But before you begin,
let me warn you
to volunteer nothing beyond the
questions I shall ask, nothing.
I understand,
but I couldn't be part to
concealing information
for want of the right questions.
Were you present at the
house of James Stewart
when the murder was done?
I was.
Were you there by accident?
In a way.
I was walking to Edinburgh.
I needed help.
You write nothing down, my lord.
I'm not yet inclined to
regard the facts as material.
But I thought all facts were
material in such a case.
You forget we're trying
James Stewart.
If ever we come to be trying
you, it will be different.
You are saying you were
walking to Edinburgh.
Were you alone on the walk?
No, I was accompanied
by Alan Breck.
You are either extremely simple
or extremely the reverse.
I hope I am only extremely
honest, my lord.
You observe, I still write
nothing down? I do.
Hmm.
You still wish to state
that you walked
to James Stewart's,
in the company of
a notorious rebel?
Would you have me
perjure myself and deny it?
Mr. balfour,
I tell you pointedly,
you go an ill way
for your own interests.
My lord, we are both here
to see justice done.
When the shot that killed
mungo Campbell was fired,
James Stewart stood
beside me in the kitchen.
Unarmed.
And that is the burden
of your testimony?
Yes, my lord, it is.
Mr. balfour,
a great issue hangs on this
An innocent man's life.
Thousands of innocent lives.
Lives that are mine to protect.
I understand that.
But you do not
understand the position.
The highlanders can be ruled
only through the Campbells,
and one has been
foully murdered,
on Stewart ground, at that.
Have they no right to justice?
Yes, my lord,
but not to vengeance.
In the highlands,
the difference is small.
Aye, but it's not in
your mind or mine.
Young man, try to understand
that this is a political trial.
It is political!
If I allow this crime
to go unpunished,
the Campbells will take their own
vengeance, and then where am I?
Well, stop them taking it!
I cannot!
I rule Scotland through
them, and no other.
James Stewart is a good
man, and is innocent!
And I'm prepared to establish
that at the trial.
Then your evidence
will not be called by me.
If you do not want my evidence,
the other side
will be glad to have it.
I desire you to withhold.
You're the lord advocate and
you're proposing to me a crime.
Mr. balfour,
I nurse in these two hands,
the interests of this country.
Will you bring your country down
to protect the life of one man?
That man is innocent!
And, if to prove it, the country
has to fall, then it has to fall.
I know no other way.
You know,
if it pleases me,
you could sleep
the night in jail.
My lord, I've spent the
night in worse places.
Uh, it have more people waiting.
Come back and see me tomorrow,
and give me your word you'll
say nothing of this to anyone.
Until tomorrow, willingly.
Huh.
So you've come into some
property, have you?
Then I think you should come
in to a suit of clothes!
Come in!
Ah, my dear, you've come
at quite the right moment.
Mr. balfour, this is
my daughter, Barbara.
How do you do, Mr. balfour?
I was just going out, papa.
Then you can take him with you
and help him chose a new suit,
and a sword
befitting a gentleman.
But I have no money, as yet.
Ah, let me do this
small thing for you.
It's a simple thing
to arrange credit.
Of you go then, both of you.
And remember, Mr.
Balfour, what I said.
Hmm.
You heard?
I heard.
And why did you let him leave?
I felt if I pressed him to
hard, he'd be stubborn.
Others have been
stubborn, at first.
Too much zeal can be as
bad as too little, Simon.
Now, this is hardly
the time for moderation.
But James Stewart must hang.
We can afford no blunder there.
The boy says
he did not fire the shot.
He confirms what
I've always thought.
That it was Breck.
We haven't got Breck.
No, not yet, but we may.
What if we had both?
Both? We don't need both, Simon.
Forgive me,
but I sometimes think your
lordship a little too
Soft?
Generous.
Now you've asked me
to prosecute the case,
leave the boy to me.
No!
He'll come around,
I'm sure of it.
Good lad.
Here's the rest of the money.
Charles Stewart
bids you goodbye.
Aye, and good riddance too,
by the sound of it.
Well, davie,
it's me for France
and you for a life of ease.
The horse, davie,
the horse over there!
You were followed!
You went to see Grant,
and I told you not to see him!
I never thought he'd use
Well, what do you expect?
He's nobody's fool.
Now stay away from him
and forget James Stewart!
I can't forget him, Alan.
I loved him just
as much as you did,
but he's a dead man!
There's nothing you can do.
Now go back to Charles Stewart
and get another boat!
Will t bring you
news of it here?
No. I'll come to you,
it's safer.
Now go on! Go on!
Go on!
Catriona.
Did he get away?
No!
They followed me there.
We escaped by the skin of our teeth!
Damnation!
More trouble,
more arrangements,
more nails in my coffin!
They'll be more nails than wood
by the time they bury you!
I've taken on the defense
of James Stewart.
I thought you said it was
a foregone conclusion.
Soitis, so it is.
But I couldn't say no!
When the Piper pipes,
the clan must dance.
What happened with
the lord advocate?
Did he take your evidence?
Ah, it is clear he did not.
No more did I think he would.
Will you give your
evidence for the defense?
There's a risk, I can't deny
it, but I have to ask you.
By tomorrow morning,
nine o'clock.
All right, put me on it.
Here's the permission for miss
Stewart to see her father.
You can go along with
her tomorrow afternoon.
What about Alan?
I'll fix another boat.
Andy will give you the details.
For a lowlander
with Campbells for friends,
you make a hell of a good rebel.
Few minutes, that's all.
Father. Oh, father. Father.
Catriona.
Child
Let me look at you.
To think you've
come all this way.
Charles Stewart was
in here this morning
and he told me what
a good friend you've been.
I know not, how or why
you've come to be such,
but I thank you for it.
What have they done to you?
Never mind about that.
Listen to me.
We have not much time.
I'm going to die.
No! Aye!
I know it, and I want you
to be prepared for it.
But you didn't
kill the Campbell!
It makes nay difference,
they want me anyway.
I marched with
the Bonnie prince.
But you made your peace
with the english king.
Aye, but not with the Campbells.
They'll be no peace for us
until we raise the clans again.
That way is dead, Lassie.
We must put away the claymores.
Enough blood has
stained the Heather.
I know, I know.
These are hard times, but
they won't always be so.
But David will testify
for you at the trial.
You must not do that.
I've entered my name in
the list of witnesses.
Then do not appear at the trial.
You can do nothing for me,
and you'll just bring
harm to yourself.
Promise me now!
Promise me!
I'm confused, Mr. Stewart.
I don't know what to think.
I came to Edinburgh
to tell what I saw,
and I find myself
threatened on all sides
with the dire consequences
of telling it.
I won't say I'm not afraid,
because I am.
But I was brought up to believe
that the law meant what it said,
and not what some people
might want it to mean.
So
I don't know.
And I can promise you nothing,
except I'll think about it.
I put you very high
David balfour.
Long after you've gone away,
I'll remember you
and what you did.
Time is up!
Oh, father!
Ugh!
Be damned! Are you blind!?
No, I'm not blind,
but perhaps you are.
It was you that was
looking the other way.
I talk to the master,
not his baggage!
Well
This must be settled
Like gentlemen.
You don't sound much
like a gentleman to me.
But if that's what you want
Oh, davie, no!
Hector duncansby
at your service.
If you'll follow me.
Oh, davie, don't do it!
Pick it up!
I'll not fight with you!
You don't know the back end
of a sword from its front!
I'm sorry I can't give you
better satisfaction.
It's not from you I'm looking
for satisfaction, balfour,
but from someone else.
I'm an officer and a gentleman,
and I'll not commit murder,
even for the lord advocate!
Murder, davie!
He tried to have you murdered!
They'll kill us all if need be.
Oh, lad, you have it
nice and cozy here.
It's better than my stone hut.
What happened to the ship?
There's one the day
after tomorrow.
They can pick you up of
gillan sands do you know it?
Aye, I do. What time?
By dusk. Good!
Alan! Lassie.
My heart leapt when I saw
you going to that shop.
I knew you'd gone
for my breakfast.
Sure, have some.
Oh, this is wonderful, good.
Alan.
Ah, David, I see I'm as
unwelcome as I thought,
which is why I took the precaution
of bringing my daughter.
Hello, Mr. balfour.
Aye, you should allow him in.
He comes to apologies.
I'm sure it will be the
only time in your life
you'll receive an apology
from a lord advocate.
This is catriona Stewart,
James Stewart's daughter.
Lord Grant and miss Grant.
David
Your name on
the list of witnesses
provokes Simon Campbell
to overreaching himself.
It was he who made that
idiotic fatuous attempt
on your life, I had
nothing to do with it.
Perhaps, that was
fortunate for me.
Your lordship is well known
for not making mistakes.
Young man, I came here to
offer you an explanation.
I do not expect to be
abused for my pains.
It seems to me you show
a fine sensitivity.
Simon Campbell bungled
his attempt on me,
but you won't bungle
yours on James Stewart.
It's clear I'm better off
with Simon Campbell.
Then you know not where
your true interests lie.
You live by simple rules, David,
because your world is simple.
But who protects
that world for you?
I do!
Who enables you to practice your
religion, as you please?
I do.
If your king must bend to the
law and not be above it,
you owe that to me too.
Not to highland savages
like the stewarts,
who put a man on the throne
with delusions of divine right.
I've seen Campbells
as savage as stewarts!
Ayel
but they're savages
on the right side,
and the stewarts are
savages on the wrong.
I'm a highlander
myself, Mr. balfour.
I know of not any finer
people in the world,
but they're 500 years
behind england.
They're a tribal people
and must be brought into the
realm of the nation state.
A struggle has been going on in
these islands for centuries,
of which you are
only dimly aware.
A struggle to curb the
absolute right of kings,
and I believe in that struggle.
If a sparrow must fall,
that a lark can rise,
then the sparrow must fall!
I can't argue with you.
You have answers to questions
I haven't even thought of.
But if they all add up
to this statement
that James Stewart must hang,
then I say that they're wrong!
And I think maybe
you would've
Once.
I wish to protect you,
I am not sure why.
But you will not be advised.
I have no more wish to see James
Stewart die than you have!
Well, you can prevent it?
No, I could not!
But there is someone who could,
if we had him.
Alan is no more
guilty than James.
I think we should go.
I feel sorry for Alan Breck.
The future of Scotland belongs
more to James Stewart dead,
then it does to him.
He dreams of new culloden's!
Better he to die on
the field of battle
than to end his days in some
squalid French tenement.
I am sorry, miss Stewart.
Good bye, miss Stewart.
Good bye, Mr. balfour.
I said you should
have an apology.
The lying, treacherous scot!
He'll live to regret every word.
Did you kill mungo, Alan?
You really think I would
do a thing like that?
I will be dammed to
the lord advocate.
The porridge is all burnt.
I think he means
you are to go nearer.
He wants to tell you something.
Send the doctor outside.
Would you mind, doctor?
Oh, of course.
What is it, uncle?
I just want to tell you,
don't let him
charge you too much.
It's all yours now, davie.
The house and all the land!
I don't want you to give
evidence at the trial!
I couldn't bear it.
To lose you both.
Even my father says
you can't help him.
I'll not let you go.
I'll not!
Please, davie!
Oh, what shall we do then?
We'll stay here.
They'll leave us alone.
They'll leave us alone
if we don't interfere.
Leave us alone if we stay here,
buried, deaf and dumb and blind!
I don't agree with Alan.
But he's ready to die
for what he believes in.
I cannot do less.
He taught me that.
Alan!
Alan!
Alan!
Alan!
Lassie.
What are you doing out here?
Has something
happened to the ship?
No, the ship's all right.
Alan, you've got to stop him!
David's going to the trail
tomorrow to give evidence.
I thought that was
what you wanted.
No, no, I'll lose them both.
I can't bear it!
You got to get my
father out of prison.
Don't be daft, girl!
Break in to Edinburgh castle.
You can do it!
You're the only one that can.
Listen, I have a plan.
No, I will not listen.
You must be insane. Your
mind has become unhinged.
But, Alan, he didn't do it!
No, I will not risk myself
on such a mad errand!
For what?
For James?
What's he to Scotland?
What would he do for Scotland
if he were set free?
Except bury the claymores and
let them rot in the earth.
No.
You should not be thinking
of your father, now.
The Scotland!
Scotland, Lassie.
Do you know what that means?
But he didn't do it, Alan,
he didn't do it!
He didn't kill the Campbell!
You have never
left these shores!
So you don't know what it's like
to long for the sweet smelling
air of the highlands,
where a man can be free,
or the sound of pipes
plaintive on the wind.
Oh, Alan! Alan! Alan!
Would you hand it all to
the english on a platter?
Because that's what
James would do,
but not me!
I'm for France!
Where there are others
waiting for the day
when we will raise
the clans again.
Ah, stewarts and camerons,
appin, clan chattan,
Fraser and atholl,
clan mackintosh and lochiel,
all fine Bonnie men who wait
for the day when we'll return.
I promised them we'd be back!
Would you have me desert them?
I'll not do it. Not for James!
I'll die for Scotland,
but not for him!
Aye, you die for Scotland,
but who wants you to?
Who wants you to?
It's over, Alan,
can you not see?
It's finished! Finished!
There's no more fighting in us.
It's not over.
Not yet.
We'll come again.
They're waiting
for us to return.
They're just waiting
for us to come back.
I feel sorry for Alan Breck.
Better he to die on the
field of battle than to
Don't you understand?
There'll be no next time!
There was never
a "this" time either.
But he didn't
do it, Alan, he didn't do it!
Did he tell you how they died?
Lonely old men in attic rooms
Enough blood has been shed in
the cause of the stewarts.
But he didn't do it, Alan,
he didn't kill the Campbell!
I don't understand it.
He should have been here by now.
He's not here yet!
We can't wait!
You must wait!
I know he'll be here.
Halt! Who goes there?
Alan Breck Stewart,
to see the governor
of the castle.
Breck!
- Alan Breck!
- It's Alan Breck!
Hold off. The guards!
For all my days
in many ways
I'll think of all
I've lived to see
the mountains high
clouds in the sky
I thank the lord
for sharing them with me
The summer's glow
The winter show
are not to me
just scenery
When tree tops sway
I long to say
Oh, thank you lord
for sharing them with me
life I believe
love we receive
we shouldn't take
too casually &
for all my days
in many ways
I'll thank the lord
for sharing them with me