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We'll see you in the next video.

Kil impressions.

What do you think happened?

Oh, there you are.

I don't know.

Can I hear you?

Oh, that's birds, keyboards.

rast !!!

What do you know?

Ah, oh, my.

beats, s Cena!

Torpuddly pins here.

of the Highland rebel. Alan Brecht Stuart.

I survived Storm and shipwreck.

Enter the toute race by the Emanuel d'Ericseme.

Come on, Storm.

Reep to the weight wall.

David!

David!

So much!

It's my own navigating. You're hiding my mother.

It's better than being an IELTS on a king ship.

You're a blast, be my ship!

Just hold a captain, save ourselves before we start killing each other.

Let's go!

Helen!

Helen!

I am Christian gesture.

I am the lousy guy every morning.

Chanel.

He is the alum.

Good luck to this woman.

My son is leaving me.

which could Dro

boundant,

because of this alert.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

I'm going to go ahead and get the

car.

Where's the car.

Who is it?

Who is there?

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

I'm going to go ahead and get a little bit of water.

If it's money you won't, take my puffs.

There's a little enough in it.

Where did you come by this?

It was given to me by a friend.

What name did he bear?

Alan Breck Stewart.

How do I know you did not steal it?

You know of Alan Breck?

Maybe.

What chance would I have?

To steal from such a man and stay alive?

Where are you from?

We shipwrecked.

We've been taken as a slave to the Carolinas.

And where are you bound?

Anywhere.

I can find food and a nice lodging.

I'm first starving.

If it's the mainland you won't, you'd best head for the ferry at Taurusae in the morning.

Thank you.

Your friend Alan Breck will be two days' walk ahead of you by now.

You've seen him then?

I heard he passed through.

Some sailors came after him.

But he soon lost.

That's good news.

But when you leave here in the morning I will know nothing of you nor he.

And you have not slept here this night. Are you clear on that?

I'm not a wanted man. I told you I was kidnapped.

I know not who you are.

But you have a rebel friend.

And a silver button to prove it.

Let it go ill with you.

If you fell into the hands of the red coats.

I've nothing to fear from the red coats.

No rebel. No more am I.

But it's enough these days for I learned to be seen winning the kilter and played.

Without it died that colored of Pete or sawn into Sarsenach bricks.

I was a farmer once with a wife and five acres.

Until the English came.

Now I'm nothing.

Girl Barbara, you are sure?

James Moore's daughter, Katrina Drummond.

She waits here for her father whenever you summon them to be questioned.

Pity last. Pity she's such a rogue as her father.

Good afternoon, Lord Adricut.

Mr. James Moore.

Mr. Colleen Campbell is here.

Lord Preston Grange, the red fox.

He's in your study with the lawyer, Mr. Mungo Campbell.

Very well.

You shall see this prisoner shortly.

Thank you, Lord Adricut.

Mr. James Moore.

Come on, brother.

Big friends with James Moore's daughter.

You guy?

I should be a pilot.

With what in mind, brother?

Politics, my dear.

Politics.

Mr. Campbell.

Does not often we see you here in Edinburgh.

I wouldn't have eaten here, sir.

If the business were not urgent.

How urgent?

Roballian, sir. No less.

You exaggerate. The Jackabits will never rise again.

Rumor has it otherwise.

Rumor is a jade, sir.

There are agents from France and the Hellens.

One. Alan Breck Stewart, we know of him.

That there is one, there may be others.

Alan Breck is here only to collect illegal rents, or so I'm informed.

There's treason in itself.

Indeed. And I look to you, Colin Campbell, to bring him to book.

So far, he has slipped through your fingers and is no doubt safely back in France.

My agents tell me otherwise.

He was seen two days ago on Mul heading back towards Alpin.

Excellent.

Then you have him.

You take Clarence with me, gentlemen.

Not now, sir. We have to write back to the Hellens today.

I will myself, if you've no objection.

I propose to take more troops for the search.

Regardless, an unfortunate Fort William is sorely stretched.

As the King's agent Campbell, I would have thought you had enough influence to arrange for us troops for yourself.

I have, sir. But I need more of them not.

I need warrants.

To dispossess those highland tenants who have been paying extra rent are lumbrecks.

Then you shall have them.

But you spoke to us now of rebellion.

We said, my lord, there were rumours about.

What we badly need is information.

You were never short of spies, Campbell.

Come to the point.

And the point, sir, is that prisoner you have there outside.

James Moore of the Gregor.

Despite being held in the Talbot prison, he still has close contacts with the Jacobites in hiding.

We could make use of that knowledge.

Turn him round to our side, you mean?

Believe me, gentlemen, I frequently try to win him over, but so far I've failed.

The ship was wrecked.

Right.

What about the money?

It was lost.

Lost.

Well, there'll be little more force coming.

There'll not be another friendship.

After western aisles for a while, so it's to the east coast for me now.

It'd better make haste.

I hear that Colin Campbell is going to add an morator ace, fresh troops.

Has he not? Not enough troops already.

Well, he's scaring them with talk of you raising another rebellion.

I only wish I were.

No, no, that dream's over, Alan.

No, no, that dream's over, Alan.

And I can't hide you here.

The hunt is up for you all over, up in...

They haven't caught me yet.

I'm surprised at that.

You stand out like a fit in the coke.

I'll get you something cleaner.

No, there's been enough suffering in the glenses, it is.

I hear that Colin Campbell's on his way back with servants and warrants to evict the tenants.

Which tenants?

Long robe of the mill for one.

Long robe of millhouse of...

He was caught sheep stealing.

You don't evict a man for stealing a sheep.

He pleaded that he'd not enough to look after his family after paying double rents.

He'll try these.

Then damn long robe for a traitor.

You can't blame him.

He's got to look after his wife and his bint.

He's not the only one.

Who else?

Two or three in Barla Voulish.

He'll not live long. You're on the Red Fox.

Not long.

Alan, no.

That cannot happen.

Not here in Stewart Country.

You'll not be able to stop it.

If I don't, every farm and every buttoned bin in this part of the country will be saved.

The net of lace, the worms, the red coats.

Alan, I'm ordering you to keep a watch on the Red Fox while he's in Appen.

See that he comes to no harm.

That's it.

Hey, Red Fox, look what you need.

Damn you, Alan Drake.

Have you come to torment us?

You'll be revenged.

Over a glass of clarity with your body prints in France.

I'm just a heck of Stewart. You'll be revenged.

That was my father's farm.

And his father's before him.

Now we have nowhere to sleep the bins but in the open air.

Tell your prince to share that with us.

And I'll be proud to call myself a Stewart again.

I'm going to call you.

This is the very tequila, Alan.

Why? What took the way back? Come on.

I'm going to call you.

I'm going to call you.

Are you an Appen man?

Hi. As good as any other?

Name of Neil Roy McRob.

I'm seeking a man and I think you might have news of him.

His name is Alan Brecht Stewart.

I've got one guinea to offer you.

That's no way for one gentleman to be if turned another.

My man just speak of his infarms. No here.

He is here. Sure enough.

I fought alongside him and I was proud to do so.

Indeed.

Does this make it clearer?

Why did you do show me that before?

You know, there are two things you should never do around these parts.

One of them is offering you dusty money to your highland gentleman.

And the other is mention the name of Alan Brecht.

I'm sorry for both wrongs.

Well, since you're plainly the lad with a button, all's well.

I've had work to see you come safe, so...

I'll make haste to see you on your route.

And when you get there, you have to ask for the house of James other Glens at Orkarn.

James are the Glens. I understand.

You have to speak to no one mind.

And you have to avoid all wigs, camels and red soldiers.

And you see, and they haven't come and you hide under a beast till a past.

Like a thief?

Like a man that values his life.

Thomas, come on!

Don't you need to stay inside of me.

Come on, Miro.

Come here, then!

Miss Drummond, I must bow a braid.

Don't up to the Lord Advocate.

I, you're well known.

I thought perhaps you were my kid to join my aunt and I for often in tea in the drawing room.

Me? You're asking me?

Yes. I believe in some way we are distant relatives.

The Drummond and the Grants have common kin.

I.

But I'm closer kin to my father, James Moore.

Him that brought here and changed day after day to be tormented by questioning.

I'm sorry, Miss Grant.

But I couldn't think of taking polite tea in the drawing room of such a house as yours.

Pity, Miss Drummond.

Perhaps one day you'll see fit to change your mind.

I can see no sign of that day dawning, Miss Grant.

Excuse me.

I'm sorry.

You're in a big country now.

My aunt lies beyond the hell.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

Good day, sir.

Am I on the right road for a hand?

Who are you, boy?

A traveller, sir. And an honest subject of King George.

We're all the king's business now out of our path, lad.

Oh, wait.

A lull in the bayou accent.

What business have you in O'Karn?

I'm to see a man that lives there.

Mind your manners, boy. Do you know where you're speaking to?

No, sir.

Mrs. Colin Campbell of Grigneur.

Now out of our path.

He must be on the way.

I asked a boy a question.

If you're an honest subject of King George, what business do you have with one of the king's enemies, James of the Glens?

Well, I'm certain lads your tongue was bold enough a moment ago.

Sir, sir.

Get the heart!

Get the heart!

Get the heart!

Get the heart!

Get the heart!

Take it!

Run again!

Run again!

Run again!

Run again!

In here!

Alice!

In there!

Oh, boy!

In there!