All language subtitles for Владетель Баллантрэ. 1953. NNMCLUB_track4_[eng]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]

[dramatic music]

God and Saint Andrew!

(male narrator)
It was the year 1745

when the word spread
over Scotland.

Bonnie Prince Charlie,
the Stuart heir

has landed
on the shores of his homeland.

Let all the clans
rally to his side.

God and Saint Andrew!

A call to arms

the call to expel
from the throne of England

the unwelcome monarch
who ruled them

King George
of the House of Hanover.

God and Saint Andrew!

[music continues]

[bell tolling]

The call to all Scotsmen
to restore to that throne

the exiled House of Stuart.

[bell tolling]

The call that interrupted
a prominent landowner's

social visit on a well-known
lady of the village.

What do you mean by this?

Don't dare lay hands
on the king's messenger.

Mind your manners, highlander.
You're in Ballantrae.

Which king do you speak of?

There was the answer,
a ribboned emblem

now worn openly
by the Stuart followers.

Ah, the white cockade.

A man can be hanged
for wearing that.

There's worse than hanging.

There's a king sitting
on the English throne

and he's no right to be there.

There's a rightful king,
a Stuart

spending his days in exile.

And there's a son of that king
ready to fight for the throne.

Bonnie Prince Charlie's
in Scotland.

He's here on the soil
that belongs to the Stuart

and he's calling for loyal men!

He's calling for rebels.

- Where is he now?
- Arisaig.

And already with him
are Lochiel with his Camerons

the Stewarts of Appin,
the MacDonalds

Glencoe, Glengarry, Clanranald.

But not this village.

Why don't you fight the devil

and leave the men to their work?

If I’ve a mind to fight him,
Jessie Brown

I’ll know where to find him.

[laughter]

I am as good a Scot
as any man here

but I recall the last rebellion.

Ballantrae
was in the last rebellion.

And the master may remember
it took us 30 years to recover.

This time England is beset
by France. This time we'll win.

That may be,
but the dead won't care.

Here's to the living who do.
I’ll see you in Arisaig.

[instrumental music]

(male narrator)
"An ill man to cross," the villagers said

when they spoke
of the Master of Ballantrae.

The proud heir
to a noble castle..

..and heir
to its debts as well.

What's afoot, Jamie?

Come and find out.
I’ve business with you, Henry.

[scoffs]
Business?

Your brother's notions
of business extend no further

than the cottage
of Jessie Brown.

I’m thinking
you're an envious old man.

I’m thinking
there's a season for sowing oats

and a time to plough them under.

I’ll tell him that.
He'll be most impressed.

And what if Lady Alison
learns of it?

As if she didn't know.

[instrumental music]

But, father, you carried a sword
in the last war.

This is the same cause,
the same king.

- And I was 30 years younger.
- Exactly.

- Now let your sons go.
- I want grandsons.

(Alison)
'Jamie.'

Our ride. I waited for you.

I ran into a messenger wearing

a white cockade in his hat.

Messenger?

A long message he must've had

to have taken the
whole.. A white cockade?

- Prince Charlie's in Scotland.
- Alison.

Which would you rather see
on the throne

a Stuart or the man
that's there today?

- A Stuart!
- Ah.

I’ve been a poor guardian.

My dear, never side with rebels.

It seems to come naturally
to me, sir.

In that case, you won't mind
if this rebel of yours

goes off fighting
with the Stuart rebels.

No.

They're calling out the clans,
is that it?

They're not calling the man
I’m going to marry.

Alright, Jamie,
if we fight, I’m with you.

Oh, we'll fight if he has
anything to do with it.

Life is too quiet here.
It isn't exciting enough.

There must be flying banners,
clashing swords.

Blood on the ground
before breakfast.

You're going, aren't you?

You won't be happy till
you've torn us apart completely.

Godspeed you then.
I’ll not stand in your way.

That's gonna make
a devil of a wife.

Your father had
a devil of a son!

[laughs]

Your father has two sons

and it wouldn't be
the first time

that brothers have fought
for different kings.

Now, since we know
that only one side can win

'and no man can predict
which side it'll be..'

You sly old fox.

...one goes with Prince Charlie

the other remains behind
and is loyal to George.

That's cheating at cards.

Henry, there is a war,
and we can't prevent it.

But we can protect
our title and estates.

[bangs]
I ride with the Stuarts.

- Where does that leave me?
- Why, here.

Safe at home, with your farming
and your horse doctoring.

MacKellar, you're a genius.

If the Stuarts win, the Master
of Ballantrae wins with them.

Then I forgive you
for being on the wrong side.

If they lose, why,
then everything belongs to you.

- What more do you want?
- Some kind of dignity.

But you'll have it.
You'll be the new master.

Why, Henry, for a second son,
this is a golden opportunity.

- You don't have to outlive me.
- I’ll have no part of it.

They'll be using swords, Henry,
not quill pens.

And not bottle corks
and gaming dice.

- Either.
- Henry, Jamie.

Argument never settled anything,
especially between us.

MacKellar, give me a coin.

(Henry)
'That's a reckless way to decide'

'the future of a title
and estate.'

- It's the way to live.
- I forbid this.

Heads.

[dramatic music]

MacConnachie's grandson
is with you.

Two Murrays, a Blacksmith

Whitfield
and his crew of smugglers.

Free traders.

Whitfield and his free traders.

- That's about the lot.
- Good.

They'll all be assembled
for you in the village.

I’d, uh, I’d recommend you leave
Jessie Brown's brother at home.

And I’d recommend
that you mind your own business.

There'll be no one to provide
for her if he goes.

- Or don't you care?
- Heh-heh.

Oh, Henry,
always so good and pious.

- Scratch him off.
- Hm.

[suspenseful music]

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

Uh, yes.

You wouldn't object, would you,
if I asked

you to take care of Alison?

Anything else?

You can start
by giving her my farewells.

It might interest you to know
she wouldn't see me.

Oh, stay a while,
brother of mine.

After all, this could well be

the last time
we'll ever see each other.

It's bad luck
to say that, Jamie.

Bad luck? Heh. Not for you.

Henry Durie, Lord of Ballantrae
and Durrisdeer.

It's not the way
I’d like to come by the title.

What other way is there? To make
you happy, I’ve got to die.

- Make me happy?
- Well, wouldn't it?

Come now, Henry, how many times
have you wished me gone? Hm?

MacKellar says
that when you were a baby

a devil stole you away
and took your place.

[laughs]

Henry, I believe that.

[dramatic music]

[bagpipes music]

[horse trotting]

[instrumental music]

I was too late. Someone
must have come before me.

Jessie's stitching
isn't very good.

Not nearly as good as mine.

Why, a man doesn't even notice
such things, Alison.

It was just something
somebody handed me.

You took it, very natural thing

for a man to do.

Alison,
I’ve got something for you, too.

And it's my heart,
black as it is

but all of it.

And when I come back,
I’ll give you all this

the Highlands and the Lowlands

and the rocks on the shore
and the heather in the hills

and no more blackness
in the heart.

Jamie, can people die
of being afraid?

I’ll die if you don't come back.

[instrumental music]

[horse trotting]

(male narrator) Down from
the mountains, up from the glens

came the great clans
of Scotland

the Camerons
and the MacDonalds

the Stewarts and the Duries

all marching to
the meeting place at Glenfinnan

to pledge themselves
to Prince Charlie.

I call on you all to assist me
in the recovery

of my father's just rights
and your own liberties!

[crowd cheering]

(male narrator)
Glory from the start.

[grunting]

Edinburgh, the triumphant march
on the capital

that returned it at last
to Scottish hands.

[crowd cheering]

Victory to the south,
and the march

for the invasion of England.

[grunting]

Then came the setbacks.

[gunfire]

Lines that were overextended
couldn't support the invasion

and there was a sudden retreat
from Derby.

[explosion]

But nothing could dim
their bright hopes

for ultimate victory as they
fell back and formed ranks

for the epic battle
of Culloden.

It became an epic defeat.

The cause of the Stuarts

went up in smoke,
to vanish forever from history.

And the redcoats of King George
policed the land

hunting down
the beaten remnants.

No longer patriots,
but rebels.

[suspenseful music]

[music continues]

[clanks]

It's a bit crowded in here
for two.

You'll find you can go out
by the same door you came in.

I find it
a little crowded myself.

Your speech is about as Irish
as your manners.

I’m too sure I can learn nothing
about manners from a Scot.

[scoffs]
To think I was lured
to this uninhabitable land

to risk me life with amateurs.

You were at Culloden.

You have the honor to address
Colonel Francis Burke

gentleman of Dublin,
chevalier of France

and a hunted refugee
of a devastated ragtag army.

Also a talkative fool.

You'd be kicking
at the end of a rope

if you told that
to the wrong kind of ear.

I could see by the look
of defeat about you

that you were
one of the amateurs.

Now, be off with you while
I still have stomach to eat.

And if you've got any of those
screeching bagpipes about

please don't play them
where I can hear.

Let me acquaint you
with something, sir.

I’m an ill man to cross.
I’m not the most patient.

I’m as little patient
as yourself.

I care not who knows it.

Now you've finally said
that to the wrong man.

Put that down!

I may want it
with the rest of your bird.

Now, one of two things,
Irishman.

Either we fight on the spot
or we be comrades.

Which is it to be?

Cut each other's throats

or be friends for life
either way, is it?

It makes no difference to me.

And how do we make
the decision?

Heads, we fight.

[thuds]

Tails. Good. I’m a wee bit tired
at the moment.

You'll find this joint
very tasty.

[instrumental music]

(male narrator)
All over the defeated land

in every village square

the terms and conditions
of surrender

were clearly proclaimed
by the English.

God save the king.

You will take note
that the penalty of death

is herein
specifically described.

'Every person found guilty
of aiding the rebellion'

is to be hanged, drawn,
and quartered.

You will also note
that whoever shall shelter

or in any way comfort
such a rebel

'shall be considered
equally guilty'

'and suffer
an equal punishment.'

On the other hand, those who
inform against those rebels

or against those
who harbor those rebels

shall be amply rewarded
in money.

Not a sound if you don't want
a dirk in your ribs.

There was a villager over there
that called you by name.

- I’ll hear it again from you.
- MacKellar.

- Durie. Henry Durie.
- Well, faith!

You're the very two people
I wanted to meet.

Let's have a look
at your faces.

Is this how
you usually meet people?

It cuts out
the lengthy formalities.

Why, I’d be dead. You're both
of you handsome fellows.

Ah. There's no word of truth
in that Jamie.

My brother?

"Look for an ugly, slow-thinking
young dog," says he

"in the company
of a bumbling ancient.

'They'll most likely
be wearing account books."'

- 'Is he alive?'
- Why?

What do you know of that
could kill Jamie?

By the by,
has the recent ill fortunes

of war done any harm
to your seller?

- But where is he?
- Why, he says..

"If I’m seen at that house,
they'll all be in trouble.

"So you sniff out
me brother yourself.

Have him equip himself with
a bottle of whiskey," says he

"and bring him directly here."

- Bring me where?
- Why, didn't I tell you?

It must be
the dryness in me throat.

He's at the cottage
of Jessie Brown.

- MacKellar, go tell the house.
- Especially Lady Alison.

Tell her he's alive,
but not where.

She mustn't risk being caught.

And MacKellar, darling.

'Your master's developed
a most peculiar taste'

this Irish whiskey he likes.

Lost forever this time,
all those brave, bright banners

and our Bonnie Prince
skulking in a cave somewhere

hiding like a stag
in the heather.

Stay here, Jamie.
They'll never seek you here.

- We can hide you at the castle.
- They'll seek everywhere.

Look, Henry, there's a boat
down there in the bay.

It'll take us to France.

How much money can you bring me
before morning?

I don't know, Jamie, I’ll have
to see what MacKellar has

in the strongbox.
Father might have some.

But you know how it's been
with us lately.

No, I don't know
how it's been with you lately.

Nor did I know you'd have to
count the till to save my life.

(Henry)
'That's not what I meant, Jamie.'

"l don't know, Jamie." Ah.

Give me a man of decision,
a man like your brother Jamie

who says, "Is it gold you want?"

"Why, I’ll bring you gold
from the bottom of the sea.

"And here's the shirt from
my back and here's my hand."

You're dead.
You're a cautious countryman.

Would you wait till the rope
is around your brother's neck?

We need money!
It's blood for our veins!

It's air for the lungs of us!

Watch your hands, you
wild savage. That's my brother.

You'll have whatever I can
raise. I think you'd know that.

[knocking on door]

[dramatic music]

Jessie, see who it is.

- No. They'll take you away.
- Go on!

[knocking on door]

- Who's there?
- 'Henry.'

[door opens]

Oh, Jamie. Jamie.

Oh, I’d have died
if you hadn't come back.

[instrumental music]

(Jamie)
'Listen, Alison, I must go away again.'

(Alison)
No, no, you mustn't. Come home, Jamie.

- We'll hide you.
- 'No.'

It's where you belong, Jamie.
We'd be together.

They'd never rest
till they found me.

- Then take me with you.
- Oh.

Don't you see that's impossible?

Alison.

Nothing will ever stop me
coming back to you. Nothing.

And we'll be
in that house together

and it'll be the house
it used to be

strong and proud,
indebted to no one on Earth.

[music continues]

You must go now, my love.
You mustn't be found here.

Jamie, isn't there
any way that..

Henry will come down to the
beach tonight bringing money.

You come with him.
You hear that, Henry?

I’ll bring her along.

Yes. We've got to be leaving
before morning.

(Jamie) 'Don't try to come close
to us without a signal.'

- 'Bring a dark lantern.'
- 'I’ll flash it twice.'

(Jamie) 'Twice it is.
You'd best take Alison back now.'

'And be careful.
Jessie will see if it's clear.

'Where is she? Jessie.'

[dramatic music]

[waves crashing]

Ah. Where can the man be?

Counting his coins
over and over again?

He's waiting for your woman
to fix her hair.

I told you,
you shouldn't have invited her.

She'll be here at least.

Aye, sometime
later in the morning

after the smugglers
have left without us.

[suspenseful music]

My respects
to your darling brother Jamie.

And don't forget the money.

[music continues]

- There they are.
- You'll hardly have time..

For a peck on hee cheek. Tell
her you'll make up for it later.

[waves crashing]

[music continues]

- That's doing the trick.
- Only one coming, sir.

The other must still be below.

Signal the men on shore
to close in.

[suspenseful music]

[intense music]

Fire!

[water splashes]

The redcoats.
H-how could they know?

[music continues]

Cast off.

[music continues]

- Here's his hat, sir.
- A white cockade.

'Good. That's the one
we're looking for.'

[instrumental music]

He was shot on the cliffs
and he fell into the sea.

Only this hat was found.

My lord, if it's possible
to disregard treason

I offer my sincere regrets.

[somber music]

[sobbing]

You're the new master, my son.

Well, I can't say
he cared much for these grounds

but it's where
his remains ought to rest.

The sea always gives up
her dead, Master Henry.

And I wouldn't feel satisfied
without looking.

Get dressed, MacKellar. I’ll
have the horses ready for us.

Alright.

[music continues]

[suspenseful music]

(Henry)
Jamie!

More lives than a cat.

But they shot you into the sea.

The money I asked you for,
Henry, did you bring it?

Yes, I have it. I had it
when the redcoats came.

It's not very much, Jamie,
but it's all I could get.

[chuckles]

You almost saved even that.

Come on. Let's tell the others.

And when, brother of mine,
do we tell the English?

[intense music]

Who was it
gave the redcoats the signal?

We were the only ones
who knew it.

You want to say that
Alison wanted me trapped?

Or that Burke
wanted himself killed?

My own brother. My own.

[slapping]

[panting]

There was a chance
I wouldn't come back.

You won that
on the toss of a coin.

But that wasn't good enough,
was it?

You wanted to be sure
I was dead.

But they came to the house,
put us under arrest.

What a liar you are!

What a coward,
what a sneaking thief.

Everything you wanted to take,
the title, the estates.

And you even wanted Alison,
didn't you?

- Didn't you?
- Yes!

[clattering]

Yes, I wanted her.

You had everything else
you didn't deserve.

It's the devil’s own work
you had her, too.

My own brother.

I like that no more than you.

I’ve shuddered at times
at the thought of it

that any of your foulness
might be in me.

Why did you have to come back?

'Why couldn't they have
killed you out there?'

I’ll give you the chance
to remedy that.

[intense music]

[swords clanking]

[music continues]

[swords clanking]

[suspenseful music]

I’ve had enough, Jamie.
I did not tell the English.

[somber music]

Jamie!

[ominous music]

- 'MacKellar!'
- Master Henry!

MacKellar, my brother's dead.

Aye. Are-are we ready to go?

I just killed him, MacKellar,
my own brother.

- And I’ve killed him.
- What are you saying, laddie?

He was out there
waiting in the stables.

Look. Look at my hand.

I caught his blade. I found him.

- Master Henry.
- Hurry.

Here he is.

[suspenseful music]

I can't see a dead man, laddie.

But he was here, I tell you.
He came back, and I killed him.

Wait.

Look at this.
Now do you believe me?

And this is mine. MacKellar,
do you think I dreamed this?

I tell you, he was lying here
when I left him.

Ah, there's blood on the ground,
and there's this.

He was dead.

Then the devil came
and took him away.

- He was dead!
- Aye.

He was shot
and he fell into the sea.

- What?
- Why should we kill him twice?

Master Henry, to make
Lady Alison suffer twice?

To grieve your father more?

We must always examine
the matter of consequences.

He died in the sea,
Master Henry, before witnesses.

He died in the sea.

[intense music]

[suspenseful music]

You're gonna live, Jamie,
because the luck

of the Irish has touched you.

Thinking that you were
at the bottom of the ocean

I go nipping back to your
Durrisdeer for the escape money

and there you were, lying there

pouring your blood
into the ground.

The heathen, irreligious
redcoats to wound a man

and leave him
dying on the ground.

My brother.

Then you can speak.
God bless you, Jamie.

My brother!

And that's what I am,
and that's what you are to me.

But Alison..

I must go back.

And someday you'll do it, too.

Someday you can fritter away
all of your time

but right now
we've a smuggler to board.

We'll have a salubrious cruise
on the high seas, Jamie

and a glistening future
in France.

(male narrator) The vessel that
dared help two fugitives of war

was well-suited for the task.

She was a smuggler
of contraband goods

human cargo included.

And fully as lawless
as this lawless ship

was her master,
Captain MacCauley.

Where's the passage money?

Now, faith, how can you speak
of such a vulgar thing

in the presence
of a hero of Culloden

'and a wounded one at that?'

Burke..

Why, you dear boy,
you had it all along.

[chuckles]

[coins clinking]

Not half enough.

It's twice enough, even counting
the king's ransom you asked.

'How far do you think
France is?'

If it's France you're seeking,
swim for it.

'We're bound
for the West Indies.'

[intense music]

- Get under way, Mr. Bryce.
- Aye-aye, sir.

[thuds]

Why, you swindling scum
of a coward!

You mouse-hearted
imitation of a man!

You green, crawling snake
that slipped up from the slime

when your thieving mother
wasn't looking! You..

Ah!

[intense music]

[instrumental music]

[spits]

Three months
on the bounding main

and you're your own
smiling self again.

[water splashes]

A lovely day, Mr. MacCauley.

I’m glad you've the time
to enjoy it.

Are you so?
Aye, you're a generous man.

(MacCauley) 'Get on with your work,
you Irish whipjack.'

Would you want a touch
of the rope's end?

Sail, ho!

- 'Where away?'
- Coming up on the larboard!

[sniffles]

Do you smell the tropics, Jamie?

We'll be in sight of land
by the morning.

But it's not Scotland.

Jamie, this is the place
where gold

pours into the hand of you,
and honey in your mouth

and women that go to the men
with the blood

and fire to take them.
This is for us, laddie.

I’m going back
to Scotland, Burke.

To get back to your Alison.

Yes. And to my brother, too.

If it's murder
you've got in your heart

save some
for that stench MacCauley.

I have enough left over for him.

[suspenseful music]

What do you make of her,
Mr. Bryce?

I do not feel she's friendly.

She's cracking on more sail.

She appears very anxious
to overtake us.

Aye, we'll keep clear of her.

Do not spread anymore canvas
till after dark.

Then we'll go about
and give her the slip.

Aye-aye, sir.

[music continues]

[intense music]

Someone out there, Mr. Bryce.

And I think they can see us.

Give her another
quarter turn down.

Aye, sir.

[suspenseful music]

[explosion]

[intense music]

All hands
prepare to repel boarders!

You've one aboard already,
captain.

(male #1 )
'All hands on deck!'

'Repel boarders!'

'All hands on deck!'

[men grunting]

[music continues]

[indistinct yelling]

[swords clanking]

[indistinct yelling]

[explosion]

[indistinct yelling]

(male narrator)
Savage, barbaric pirates

with an incredible French dandy
for their leader.

Hey, this one,
fighting his own captain.

[chuckles]

No, no!

You're not fighting a windmill.

Deftly! Keep the arm supple.

[indistinct yelling]

[swords clanking]

Now thrust!

No, no, no! I will show you!

[grunting]

- I’ll show you.
- Mm!

I’ve waited too long for this.

[indistinct yelling]

[swords clanking]

I cannot endure such crudeness.

[swords clanking]

- Look out, Jamie!
- Ah!

[laughter]

[intense music]

[laughter]

Here is what I was explaining
to that bungler.

Although the cutlass
isn't really my weapon

badly balanced
and utterly gripless.

I much prefer the foil.

[groans]

[pirates cheering]

But keep the arm supple
at all times.

It's one of the elementary laws.

[pirates cheering]

[somber music]

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

[music on music box]

[creaking]

[music continues]

(Arnaud) 'There is some very
excellent brandy on that table.'

[sloshing]

[man screaming]

[water splashes]

[screaming]

[water splashes]

[laughter]

My quartermaster is amusing
himself with the prisoners.

He has a taste for it.

[indistinct chatter]

[man screaming]

[water splashes]

[indistinct chatter]

[door opening]

(Arnaud)
We give every prisoner a choice.

They may join us, or not.

[man screaming]

But what do they feed them
on in Scotland, monsieur

'that makes them so obstinate?'

[door shuts]

There was an Irishman on board,
a man named Burke.

Colonel Francis Burke,
Irish gentleman.

- Very talkative.
- Is he still talking?

[man screaming]

[water splashes]

That bothers you?

Yes, it bothers me.

I would stop it if I could,
but my men--

You can stop it
if you have a mind to.

Please.
It would be a great pity.

Entrez.

[door opens]

Jamie, lad!
Is it you, awake and happy?

Oh, Jamie, it is a beautiful
slop chest of a ship we're on

for the likes of King Solomon,
and no other.

Talkative Irishman.

But 'tis only because I’m free
from care, laddie.

Oh, it was breaking
the tender heart of me, Jamie

to think of your loving family
with nothing but all that money

to console them
while their favorite boy

the heir to a fabulous fortune

'was walking a pirate plank.'

[door opening]

(Arnaud)
How does it go? Are you finished?

Yes. All except these two.

My quartermaster, Matthew Bull.

- A gentleman.
- And a fighter.

- What a fighter!
- Give him to me.

No. You're extravagant.

You would throw away a fortune
in ransom.

I don't like his eyes.

I don't trust him.

Oh, that's strange,
when I’m so fond of you.

- Give him to me.
- Imbecile! Get out!

You destroy me!

[door opens]

Set sail for Tortugas Bay!

[door shuts]

A good man, but an imbecile.

And the others, beasts.

What do they know
of an Etruscan vase

a Ming porcelain,
a Cellini candelabra?

But you, Monsieur Durie, you're
accustomed to these things.

- No.
- 'Now, lad.'

This is no place
for a modest man.

Nor for a liar.
There's no money in my family.

There's no money
in the whole of Scotland.

Now you've done it.

What do you expect to do
with that?

Well, it has a certain quality
of persuasion.

(Arnaud)
It could persuade only me.

There's an entire crew out there

and Matthew Bull
equal to half another.

You won't care about
the rest of the world.

Bull gets the second bullet
after you.

That will leave the crew
without a head.

There's a possibility
I can supply that.

A possibility laced with hazard.

Look, captain,
I intend to get back to Scotland

with money in my pocket.

If it must be done through
piracy, then let it be so.

And if I must gamble in gaining
your crew, I’ll gamble.

You disappoint me, monsieur.
Why gamble at all?

Why not seek
a more comfortable arrangement?

I’m all for comfort. What is it?

A partnership with me.

I have an objective, too.

A certain chateau in Burgundy.

Perhaps, together

we can share
our separate dreams.

How many men did you lose
when you boarded us?

- Uh, six.
- How much gold did you find?

[coins clinking]

And nothing for me?

Captain,
you're not doing very well.

Perhaps, together
we will do better.

Perhaps.

Put that down.

Jamie, you're a wicked,
wicked lad.

And harm will come
to me reputation

for letting you lead me
to piracy.

I am very pleased that you'd
take me as a partner, monsieur.

Though, uh, it would have been
entertaining otherwise.

[gun clicks]

[laughs]

[instrumental music]

[suspenseful music]

Land!

Land on the starboard bow!

[instrumental music]

Turn to, I tell you!

We're running into Tortugas Bay!

(male narrator) The partnership
produced certain changes

especially for Matthew Bull.

His order, for example,
to spruce up the ship

didn't come
from his pirate captain.

It came from
the Master of Ballantrae

who was accustomed
to disregarding danger.

It looks like
the ship has a new captain.

It must appear so to him, too.

And you'll do nothing!

He may prove useful.

Tortugas Bay.

A delightful sanctuary,
monsieur.

A safe harbor for buccaneers.

[water splashes]

[instrumental music]

(Arnaud)
Mm, that galleon.

Somebody has been
very fortunate.

[water splashing]

That's close enough, Frenchie.

Ah, so it is my friend
Captain Mendoza

who has been so lucky!

- I must come aboard.
- Sheer off!

I wish to speak with my friend
Captain Mendoza.

Your friend, el capitan,
is ashore.

So sheer off, or we'll sink you.

[water splashing]

[music continues]

Ah, to capture
a Spanish galleon.

Very good idea.

Why not that one?

Mendoza's?

It needs a certain boldness,
that's true.

Which, of course,
you will supply.

Which we will both supply.

This is a joint enterprise,
isn't it?

[cheering]

[indistinct chatter]

[instrumental music]

Oh, this one's mine! He's mine!

Oh, darling,
if only you weren't so shy.

No. Faith, laddie.
Bedevil to the dear creature.

If you don't want her,
give her to a man who does.

Has anybody ever told you
that you are a swine?

Oi!

Oh, you darling.
You're not hurt at all.

[chuckles]

[upbeat music]

[music continues]

(male narrator) Mendoza,
a legendary name in those waters.

A bejeweled, overstuffed,
red-bearded pirate

with a record of much success

like the magnificent Spanish
galleon anchored in the bay.

And a rather
select prize ashore.

[instrumental music]

[laughing]

Come here. Come.

Ooh-la.. Ha-ha..

[music continues]

[crowd applauding]

[crowd cheering]

Ah, felicidades, Frenchie.
Where have you been?

It's been a long time, uh?

Captain Mendoza,
I’m so glad to see you.

I hear that with you the
hunting has been most excellent.

Yeah, they all very glad
to see me

'like sharks in a school
of herring, huh? Ha-ha..'

And Marianne is still
the most beautiful little shark

'in the Caribbean, no?'

Did you think I’d be waiting
on the beach for you?

- Huh?
- What did you bring me?

Well, I have not captured
a Spanish galleon.

He has, loaded to the scuppers.

- You and your promises.
- Yes. Mwah. Ha-ha..

Hey, Frenchie, look.

- 'Isn't she a beauty, huh?'
- She is indeed.

[laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

Boo!

[gunshots]

[crowd screaming]

[crowd laughing]

I do not know this one.

I know nothing of you.
Let's leave it that way.

Monsieur James Durie, a most
grand Scottish gentleman.

You make a very good fist,
senor. I like him.

Mendoza el Magnifico
gives a big party tonight

his last in port.
He sails with the morning tide.

You'll come, Frenchie, huh?

You, too. I like you.

I slit the guzzle of anyone
who does not drink with me. Huh!

[laughing]

[instrumental music]

[laughter]

His last night. Not much time.

But enough.
His mind's on celebrating.

Same goes for his crew.

Except that they outnumber mine
three to one.

Ah, but would Mendoza himself
hesitate to tackle such a job?

I doubt it. "The greatest
of the buccaneers," they say.

So does Mendoza say,
interminably.

(Jamie)
'A rich prize.'

Bull.

We'll need the crew.
Assemble them, bring them here.

[instrumental music]

The greatest of the buccaneers
without a ship.

Charming thought, n'est-ce pas?

[suspenseful music]

Burke, come on.

Oh, would you have me leave

these poor lonesome bits
of depravity?

I’m about to enrich the lives
and experience of 'em.

Come on!

Alright, you gloomy man,
I’m coming.

[indistinct chatter]

My friend Captain Mendoza
of the galleon out there

ask you to do him a service.

For captain, anything.

Send three casks
of your stoutest rum

to the dutiful men
of his deck watch.

He wishes to reward
their virtue.

A man of great heart,
el capitan.

[music continues]

One of these tablets, senor

and you'll sleep
like a newborn babe.

And two of them?

They'll think you've departed
from the world.

Twenty or thirty more,
if you please.

I have some friends
who are restless, too.

[music continues]

- I have been waiting for you.
- Me?

I knew you would come.

When my eyes invite them

monsieur always come.

How can anyone resist you?

I just happen to be occupied
with business.

Business? What is business?

I know only love.

I thought
you might be interested

in a handful of jewels
or some gold.

Ah, yes, I like also
jewels and gold.

Then see that el capitan
doesn't leave the tavern.

I don't want him
to go looking for his crew

before I give the word.

When I dance, monsieur

men do not go looking for crews.

They have eyes only for me.

- That I can well believe.
- And after the party?

Ah, unfortunately,
that's impossible.

You see, my time here is
so short, it's fully occupied.

(Marianne)
'Perhaps I wish to sail with you.'

Mademoiselle, all I can say is

I couldn't think
of a better shipmate.

[instrumental music]

Adios.

[intense music]

[thudding]

- Thank you, senor.
- It's done.

We'll proceed to the tavern.

And that is how
the great Mendoza raids ships

single-handed!

[crowd cheering]

[applauding]

It is what you may call a

a matter of genius.

A bit overdone, but effective

with small children
and elderly ladies.

[thuds]

[indistinct chatter]

[sword clanks]

[spits]

What?

[spits]

[laughing]

El magnifico!

I’ll forgive you.

El magnifico!

The greatest buccaneer
of all the world.

Especially around the waist.

[crowd laughing]

[clapping]
Come, let us have music!

[instrumental music]

- I will dance for you?
- No.

It is late.
You will come with me, ah?

El capitano must go
and find his crew.

That beard of yours seems to be
clogging up your ears.

The lady said she'd dance.

If Marianne is to dance,
it is I who will say dance.

Dance.

[crowd applauding]

[music continues]

Look alive, lads!

The streets are swept clean
of Mendoza's boys

'and we're ready to proceed
to his galleon!'

Galleon? Ah.

Mendoza's galleon
is the only galleon here.

It's about to change hands,
el supremo.

Aah!

[crowd screaming]

[intense music]

[clattering]

[crowd screaming]

El magnifico!
El magnifi.. El..

[whimpering]

I’ve long wanted to barber
this gargoyle.

- Oi!
- Mm!

[groans]

[clamoring]

[music continues]

Marianne, our bargain.

Monsieur, you are a gentleman

and you like Marianne,
I can tell.

Yes, I like Marianne, but
I keep thinking of red hair.

Hair as red as the dawn, over
a village called Ballantrae.

Red, monsieur?

And skin just as cool
as the breeze

and eyes as blue as your own.

But you do not speak
of Marianne, monsieur.

No, I speak of an image,
an image that's in my heart.

(Arnaud)
'All of you, down to the boats!'

- Burke, on your way.
- Oh, not again, Jamie.

The dear helpless females
want comforting.

Oh, where's the heart of you?

[crowd cheering]

[intense music]

See that Burke is left behind.

[music continues]

[thuds]

[dramatic music]

Here comes the new watch.
Now we go ashore.

It appears
the shipment of rum arrived.

[suspenseful music]

Where's Burke?

A boat behind. He was slow.

[music continues]

They don't talk much.
Sing out, boys!

Did you leave any girls for us?

They are gaffed, everyone.

Those aren't our boys!

Sheer off, or we sink you!

- It's Frenchie.
- It's a raid! De prisa!

Bull, as soon as we're aboard

you get forward
and crack the foresails on it.

Monsieur, you give orders
like a man who is born to lead.

Hm.

De prisa! De prisa!

[cannons firing]

Ah!

[intense music]

[laughs]

[gunshots]

[laughing]

[thuds]

[gunshots]

[screaming]

[music continues]

Ah!

[gunshots]

[screams]

[music continues]

[water splashes]

You, heads, over there,
set sail!

Reel in those boats! Up anchor!

Here it is, lads! Here we are!

[laughing]

[all cheering]

Jesus! We're rich as Croesus!

[cheering]

Some old witch
will miss this one.

Please.

I would thank you
not to disturb my treasure.

This time it is loaded,
monsieur.

I see you are grateful
for my help.

Boundlessly. I could scarcely
have done it without you.

[gun clicks]

(Jamie) It's unwise to take too
many chances, monsieur.

I took the precaution
of unloading that.

[clatters]

No!

Perhaps it's just as well.

I never did have an opportunity
to teach him fencing.

[sword clanks]

[suspenseful music]

[clanking]

[men cheering]

[dramatic music]

[clanking]

[men cheering]

[music continues]

[men cheering]

[clanking]

You have been studying
my style, monsieur.

I have a style of my own,
thanks.

[music continues]

[cheering]

[intense music]

And thanks for your help,
my friend. And bon voyage!

[groans]

[water splashes]

[suspenseful music]

[gunshot]

[indistinct chatter]

Jamie, lad,
you lost your temper again.

Ah, Jamie!

We'll go home in a royal barge

with mermaids pulling it
by their teeth

and elephants to carry us
to the lovely shore.

[laughs]

[indistinct chatter]

Alright, men, get aloft

and shake the wrinkles
out of those sails.

Get 'em up, come on.

[sail creaking]

I said get aloft!

Get aloft!

Get aloft, would you?

[instrumental music]

Helmsman,
I’ll give you the course

when we clear the harbor.

Aye-aye, sir.

Nor' nor'east for Scotland.

(male narrator)
Scotland and home.

The first lap across water
in a rich outlawed galleon

that had to be disposed of
with care.

Then the last lap by carriage
across land.

Halt!

But a Scotland still policed

by the English.

Halt there!

A land that still threatened

capture and death for those

who are fugitives from
the law.

In the name of the king!

Even rich fugitives with

a fabulous chest of treasure
at their feet.

I’ll see your papers.

You entered Scotland
as though you were chased.

Are we in it now?
It's a bad-looking country.

An odd place to be traveling
for pleasure.

Oh, pleasure is where
you find it, young man.

Uh, this is Mr. Bally,
a gentleman.

'Tis I who am
the General Fitzbrien

'you see there.'

[tapping]

[carriage rattling]

And I’m as big a liar
as the papers.

Pleasure.

All the lovely trimmings
for it at our feet

and toting it
to that gloomy village.

[banging]
Faster!

[whip cracks]

[laughs]
How did a man
of such little faith

ever become a general?

I told you we'd be out in a day.
And we will.

Hamstrung thereafter to a skirt.

- Only one of us.
- And suddenly minus a brother.

Ah, the queer mixed heart
of these barbarians

stupefied by love
and unbalanced by hate

and the two of them
working at once.

How will you be doing it,
Jamie?

Will you simply slip a blade
across his deceitful throat

or will you throttle him with
your own hands more gradually

and feel the death
coming to him?

Just so long as he feels it.

(male narrator)
on to Ballantrae

to Durrisdeer Castle
that would still be in mourning

for the master
believed to be dead.

Mourning?

Not at Durrisdeer.

That period
had long since ended.

And there was gaiety
for others that night

as the prodigal ghost's
carriage rolled nearer.

Dancing once again.

There's been dancing
in Ballantrae, MacKellar.

In the kilt?

If a man doesn't wear the kilt

I don't call it dancing.

We're all glad of the repeal
of the ban, major.

An auspicious occasion
to do it, milord.

[bagpipes music]

[crowd applauding]

[upbeat music]

(Burke) They must have known
you were coming, Jamie

to greet you
with laughter and music.

Music?

[music continues]

[crowd cheering]

Now, faith, what a darling thing
to fall into me arms.

Have you heard of me, acushla?

It's General Fitzbrien
at your service.

- Colonel Burke?
- General Fitzbrien.

[instrumental music]

Bless my soul, Master James,
bless my soul.

Don't worry about
your soul, MacKellar.

- That'll be taken care of.
- Run, hide, Master James.

Can't you see the English?
They're all about.

[music continues]

You remember me, I hope,
your ladyship?

- Mr. Bally.
- Jamie, you're alive!

Bally's the name.

[indistinct chatter]

[music continues]

[indistinct chatter]

You look as if
you're seeing a ghost.

Jamie, where have you been?

On the road back to you.

You said you'd wait,
and you have.

Jamie, there's something
you have to know.

[instrumental music]

Ballantrae has changed.
Party's for the English.

Not for the English, Jamie.

I knew my brother was
on speaking terms with them

but I didn't know
that he celebrated the fact.

They're granting pardons, Jamie.
The fighting's over.

What are they granting
informers?

I was sure you'd remember
Mr. Bally.

Oh..

Yes.

Meeting you again, my lord

is a great, great pleasure.

[sighs]
No greater than mine.

[indistinct chatter]

This officer seems to think
he knows me.

Major Clarendon, Mr. Bally.

- Sir.
- Sir.

There was something familiar
about you, sir.

You could almost pass
as a member of this family.

Really? That's strange.

Personally, I never noticed
the slightest resemblance.

- You've been away, Mr. Bally?
- Quite some time.

Since the rebellion?

- Since the war.
- Ah.

- Uh, for pleasure, no doubt.
- For my health, sir.

[gasps]
You don't appear to be
a man subject to illness.

Really? Well, you see..

This illness came to me
on the point of a knife.

Oh, uh, that reminds me,
Mr. Durie. We have business.

- Whenever you like.
- Now.

We must keep Mr. Bally
for some time, Henry.

- There's much to talk about.
- I’m afraid..

Mr. Bally doesn't care much
for talk.

He believes in action.

That's a Scottish trait,
isn't it, Mr. Bally?

Yes. There have been some
who wished it otherwise, sir.

King George, for instance.
Ha-ha..

I know what you mean.

And, uh, Lady Alison here.

Hm? Now I don't know
what you mean.

Why, the difficulty
of persuading her

to set the day
for this betrothal.

The sympathy of the whole
garrison was with you, sir.

'Don't let her make you
wait too long for the wedding.'

[instrumental music]

This is the Durrisdeer ring..

...for betrothal.

And this is the hand
that waited

for whoever would give her
the ring.

The righteous son,
as it happened.

The righteous, dutiful son.

Dutiful only to himself!

I’ll tell you something
about this host of yours!

This thief, with no more courage

than a pickpocket
lifting a blind man's purse

'this coward,
who never raised an arm'

'for the Scotland that bred him'

'was entrusted
with his own brother's safety.'

'And then betrayed him to these
red-coated Hanoverian swine!'

It's a lie! All of it's a lie!

And then, when by a miracle,
a brother escaped

this sorry blaggard
fouled him in a duel

and left him
on the ground to die

'and then laid claim
to everything'

that was his brother's.

Everything but one.

And then he took even that.

Henry, you've done your worst!

You're going to die!

- No, no, Jamie!
- Jamie!

[clamoring]

Tell me, sir,
how many of your lives

must we take?

Jamie, lad, that may be loaded.

[intense music]

[women screaming]

Jamie!

[swords clanking]

[women screaming]

[screams]

[clanking]

[glass shattering]

[woman screaming]

[music continues]

- Ooh!
- Up those stairs, Jamie.

I’ll hold them back.

[swords clanking]

[clanks]

[music continues]

[thuds]

[dramatic music]

[thudding]

[swords clanking]

[thuds]

[music continues]

Henry!

[gunshot]

Jamie, whatever made you..

[music continues]

[sobbing]

We did not come
to put Scotland to the sword.

We came bearing gifts of peace.

For it has been proved
that our two countries

can live as one
and profit mutually thereby.

But always there are rebels.

You men are guilty
of aiding these rebels.

And the punishment
for this crime is death.

'But it will not be demanded'

'for the friends
of these rebels, or brother.'

'You are their victims as well.'

Your loyalty to the Crown
has been well-known.

And it has been corrupted
only by the influence

and the existence of these men.

'We recognize that
so long as they are alive'

the rebellion is not over.

James Durie and Francis Burke

hear the sentence of this court.

'It is our decision that you
shall be confined to this house'

until sunrise tomorrow morning.

You will then be taken
to a place of execution.

'And there you will be hanged
by the neck'

'until you are dead.'

[somber music]

(Clarendon)
'The guard will remove the prisoners.'

[sobbing]

[hammering]

[somber music]

[suspenseful music]

[men grunting]

Come on, double over, quickly!

[instrumental music]

[horse neighing]

Whoa, steady there.

[hammering]

[clanking]

[instrumental music]

[clattering]

[suspenseful music]

[knocking on door]

[instrumental music]

[knocking on door]

[suspenseful music]

Oh, my lady, help me.
Help me, please.

[door shuts]

- Jessie, what is it?
- I have to save him.

I have to!

To have him thinking
it was his own brother

to have him die thinking that
and not knowing the truth.

- What are you saying?
- It's true.

That night by the beach,
when the soldiers came

I sent them!

You couldn't.

He kissed you, my lady,
right before me.

And there was no grace
in him doing that.

That's why I sent them.

[sobbing]

l-l wanted to die ever since.

I wanted somebody to kill me

in the same way
as I saw him being killed.

It would right no wrong, Jessie.

How can I help him?

What can I do? Anything!

If there's anything
you could tell me, I’d do it.

If I knew what to tell you,
I’d do it myself.

Are the walls of this castle
so thick?

Oh, what of the two of us,
my lady, together?

The two of us?

With help.

Maybe if..

The walls are thick, Jessie

but at least
they're Durrisdeer walls.

"Colonel Francis Burke,
chevalier of France.

1 701 to 1 70.."

Hm.

[sighs]

- And I trusted her.
- Ah, forget her.

And think of the bounties
you've had.

A brother
you thought was an enemy

'spilling his blood
to save yours.'

But why?

Why did he do it?

I’ll tell you, my friend..

...it makes no sense.

Ah, stop it, Jamie.

Jamie, would you deny yourself
even that fine image

since you've nothing else
to take with you?

[suspenseful music]

There's almost a lift
in the sky out there

and the minutes
will be racing for it.

Not much time to remember
all the girls you've known

all the laughter you've heard,
all the gold you've spent

and all the plans you had
to spend more. Hm.

Ah, the places
we've not seen, Jamie.

The things that lie
about the world, the fun of it.

Jamie.

The guard says
I may speak with you.

[instrumental music]

I hardly think
your betrothed would approve.

Or doesn't that matter to you?

It would if I had a betrothed.

I no longer have one.

My condolences, your ladyship.

You seemed so bent
on marrying a Durie.

So I was, because loving you
had bent me to it.

When I thought you were gone,
there was no other way

I could be close to you.

Because it was your family,
I wanted it to be mine.

Because he was your father,
I wanted to please him.

Because Henry was your brother

I could marry him.

You expect me to believe that?

No, you dull-witted.

You can't believe
that I could love you

and still promise
to marry Henry?

- No.
- Yet you loved me..

When you were with Jessie Brown.

Ooh, straight through
the gizzard.

And now he'll stand and stare
at her with that iron jaw of his

clenched like an ugly trap.

(Burke)
'And no light in his eyes'

'and no fire in his hands.'

'And will he reach out and touch
her, this obstinate Scot'

with a rope
ready to encircle his neck?

To think the Scots are kin
to the Irish.

[instrumental music]

Well, they are.

You'll have to go now, my lady.

Jamie, there's something
I want you to have.

You must pass nothing
to the prisoners.

Not even a family ring?

Your father wanted you
to have it, too

with the knowledge that
the strength of all the Duries

from the first of the line
is embedded there.

(male #2)
'Come, my lady.'

He said it would comfort you

and lead your steps aright.

[instrumental music]

(Jamie)
Alison!

Perhaps it is
just as well, Jamie.

You'd not have led a life
that would make a woman happy.

A woman wants to be
a nesting sort of a bird

with wings of no importance.

You'd not care, laddie,
to live without wings.

[music continues]

"Levare oculos ad salutis."

"To lift up the eyes," you say,
and unless

my Latin professor
was a lying fraud.

"Lift up the eyes to heaven.
That's the way to salvation."

The motto on the Durie shield.

It was my ancestor,
the first Lord Durrisdeer

who set it forth.

He was imprisoned here
about 300 years ago.

[chuckles]
Battling for Robert ll.

And spent his time
toying with dead languages.

Oh, no, he found a way
to escape. He was..

Levare oculos.
Lift up the eyes.

- Of course, that's it.
- Ah.

Now you've finally cracked
with the strain.

Burke, we've gotta
get out of here.

And what could be simpler?

The guard could have
no objection to that.

[bugle music]

There must be a way.
There has to be.

(male #3)
'And where do you think you're going?'

The Lady Alison sent some food
for the master.

The master's got no stomach
for any food.

'And no time for it anyway.
Now get along, will you?'

But they haven't had
a bite to eat all night.

I said be gone!

[intense music]

Hurry, Jamie!

[thuds]

[gunshot]

[music continues]

[door shuts]

[banging]

[whistle blows]

(male #4)
'The prisoners are escaping!'

[music continues]

[whistle blows]

[banging]
Open this door!

Open this door!

[whistle blows]

[intense music]

[whistle blows]

Guard the gates!

[whistle blowing]

(Durrisdeer)
'Jamie.'

The shield.

Lift the eye, Jamie.

[suspenseful music]

[panting]

Jamie.

[dramatic music]

[banging on door]

Jamie, there's no time for..

We'll look after her, sir.

[banging on door]

They will soon be in.
Jamie, you'll have to--

Would you come this far
and stop?

- Burke, you go.
- Jamie.

On the cliff that night..

Yes, Jessie?

It was I who betrayed you.

Jessie.

Forgive me, Jamie.

[instrumental music]

[banging on door]

- Come back someday.
- Wait for me.

[door opens]

[dramatic music]

They've taken the tunnel out.
Cover the outer grounds.

Follow me!

[music continues]

[gunshot]

[dramatic music]

Jamie.

[gunshots]

- The rock, quick!
- Mm.

[music continues]

[grunting]

Hire the horses.

Go. Henry.

- Thanks, Henry.
- That's alright, Jamie.

This may end the line. There'll
be trouble for all of you.

Not after you've gone.
You're the last rebel.

Under the brambles by the stable
you'll find a chest.

Your creditors might be
interested in what's in it.

Your creditors, Jamie,
and your Alison. Hurry.

I’m sure that now your whole
line is pure-blooded Irish.

[intense music]

[horses trotting]

Give her my love, Henry.
And send her to me soon.

- And come along yourself.
- I like it here.

It's all yours.
I give it to you.

You're not giving me anything.

I won it, on the toss of a coin.

Use the smuggler's cave,
remember.

Remember? I showed it to you.

[instrumental music]

[horses trotting]

[intense music]

Go to the bridge!

[horses trotting]

[grunting]

[horses trotting]

[gunshots]

[hens clucking]

[horses trotting]

[gunshots]

[music continues]

[horses trotting]

[suspenseful music]

[instrumental music]

You're a fool
if you come with me.

I know.

[music continues]

[horses trotting]

[instrumental music]

[music continues]