Kidnapped (1971) - full transcript

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!

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♪ 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 ♪

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