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News from Scotland.

No, no, your minus, sir. Simply a note from a friend in Holland.

How do your affairs prosper?

None to wear. Our funds are diminishing.

The Duke of Wales has made it particularly clear that he would like us to find suitable occupation elsewhere.

Where could you go?

It's too soon to attempt another rising in the Highlands.

There has never been any question of another rising.

Surely the only hope your people have left is the possibility of your return to lead another rising.

We will never go back to the Highlands. Any of us.

We would not stand a chance. The English have made the place into an armed fortress.

My generals all lack the will. It is over that. Accept it.

Houses are being burned and people turned out believing that you will be returning to avenge those wrongs.

You were born a royal prince.

Circumstances have turned into a soldier.

I must find employment as such wherever the law was.

In Spain all the Balkans perhaps.

The Jacobite cause wasn't a matter of mercenaries fighting for gold.

It was the only true justice for Scotland.

In the last now, there is no future.

All that effort. All those bloody battles and skirmishes were all for nothing.

I am sorry for the suffering.

But you're not prepared to give up the... the comforts you found here in France.

You are free to go, Anna Brick.

I make no more demands on you from this day on.

The sooner you go, the better.

I am glad to.

I am more loyalty and courage for my woman lad,

but the name of David Balfour of Shores than from the bearer of the once-prided name of Stuart.

I am rather glad to have a vote with you alone.

Because it's our first meeting that was some... misapprehension.

Only in your sight.

Now, will I have given the matter of your dwelling here alone with my daughter some consideration?

Have you?

My daughter, I know, stands beyond doubt and so I conclude to you, but...

The world is a sin-saw-yous place.

So, what is your point?

The point, my dear David, is what is to happen to my daughter now.

I have studied your character.

You seem to have a moderate confidence.

Therefore, I am happy to announce that I have decided on the second of the two ways open to me.

Forgive me for seeming dull, but what two ways are these?

Neither I can cut your throat or you can marry my daughter.

Please, speaking at last...

Which is it to be?

That is for Katrina to decide.

I know more one, a forced wife than she would want, an unwilling husband, a will-marrier.

If of her own choice, she chooses me.

She will. I'll tell her to.

No, sir, I'll try off. I'll ask her myself and judge her reply.

Time you manual, marry her. Her reputation's gone.

Then it may have to come to the throat, cutting after all.

What's this talk of throat cutting?

Vina, Mr. Bonfire, something got changed.

I'll pass the next hour in the time.

Katrina, since you seem to wish it, I was never going to trouble you again.

But the fact of my inheritance makes me a rather better, hasn't it?

Is this my father's doing?

He approves of my asking for your hand in marriage.

He told you to ask me?

He spoke first of it.

Well, I refuse. And that's an end of that.

You know how well I love you.

Is it because I'm disgraced? Is that why you had to ask?

That's the way your father thinks.

It's all one to me. I prefer to be disgraced.

My dear.

I am not your dear.

You know I feel pity for you.

Pity?

And you let that man, my father, twist that into proposal.

You poor coward.

I would have fought him if I had come to it.

And you would have lost David, as you've lost me.

Katrina, we've been happy enough alone together. What has changed?

You've changed David.

You've let my father walk all over you.

I've only ever tried to do my best for you.

And here's my repayment.

Well, he can tell you, Haile and Father,

that not even he can force the wedding on me now.

So it was to be a forced marriage?

I was willing enough. I loved you, Katrina.

But you have refused.

You better leave. There are things I must say to my father.

In private.

I'll bid you goodbye.

Goodbye.

Hi. It is to be done, Kirk.

Why there?

The coast of the north of the town is bleak and empty.

An easy place to land an armed party.

And it is not too far from Dover.

The Royal Navy can have a ship awaiting our signal.

They have to be cautious.

The Fraser is impatient.

My instructions are that unless you deliver break within a month,

the Enterprise will be abandoned.

I said, I must bid the trap.

Beat it well, James Moore.

This will be your last chance.

Haile, your note, why are you leaving in such a hurry?

Business in dumb cap.

Fish are imposing you in the locker.

May I write to you, Katrina?

I should like that.

We shall be staying at your barest basan, off to the town.

I am meeting a gentleman there who is often in the employment.

I'm delighted to hear that.

It was sad to see your daughter go.

A gentleman wants to have sent me 50 guineas for the journey.

The money may arrive tomorrow, but that will be too late.

If in the meantime you could see your way.

I think what I have and I will send the rest to you when it arrives.

But I doubt to ever will.

I am deeply grateful to you, Mr. Bob.

It's cheap to be rid of you.

Your friend Alan Becker isle you tell him I'm sorry to have missed him.

But I'll be in touch.

Or a while, Mr. Bob.

Alan, come in.

I've plenty to tell you.

And are you. How was life with the Bonnie Prince?

He has lost heart for the struggle.

You're still a soldier?

I'm not a fighting new and unknown causes.

What have you and Mr. Drummond? Is she here?

She was. We travelled from Scotland on the same ship.

She was to meet her father. But he failed to appear.

What an opportunity for a man of spirit.

Her father soon arrived and took her away.

I take it you still have a romantic notion for the girl.

I offer to marry her, but she refused me.

Refused you?

Did you not tell her of your newfound wealth?

All of it. Her father was keen for the marriage too, but she still refused.

Oh, what a fool you are.

But I love her. I will till I die.

I'm sure you will. Where is she now?

With her father and then Kirk. Yes, some business here, he says.

Alan, I'm so tempted to follow her, to go down her knees and beg her to marry me.

Oh, David, that's the last thing you should do.

You're down on your knees to a woman and you'll be there for the rest of your life.

No, no, no, no, no. Let Miss Drummond do the running.

But suppose she does not?

Well, then there's nothing to be done.

Women folk have... there's no kind of reason to them.

Either they'll sell the coats for you or they'll never look twice.

Then what shall I do?

Oh, forget her. There's women enough in the world.

I wish I could believe that.

I wish I could believe that.

Does that satisfy your Highland pride?

Come, Katrina. Remember who you are.

Hate you.

Poor blind glass. Can you not see what's happening in my heart?

Hi.

I brought this for you.

Katrina?

Father.

It seemed miles away.

I was thinking of David.

Glad you're refused.

Please, does I have more opportunity to do otherwise?

Did you still think of him?

I'd have let him from him this morning. He still loves me.

Will you write back?

There is no point.

What can I say?

Oh, I see you now.

I'm a stubborn old man. I know that.

We're also going to fall all the times and all that.

You should never have interfered in your life.

Believe me, I thought it for the best.

What are you saying, Father?

Write to the boy.

Tell him you love him, if that is.

I shall withdraw from the issue and make you to resolve the matter between yourselves.

Oh, thank you, Father. Thank you. I shall write to him today.

Leave the letter open. I have a message to add for his friend, Alan.

You, which will surprise him.

Mr. Ball for?

Yes?

Never please them.

This one's addressed to you.

It's from James Moore.

The role could suddenly decide it is an old and trusted friend.

Did he tell you his business in Dunkirk?

Bagging, I imagine.

Well, he now writes that he's smuggling fugitives out of Scotland

and a close friend of mine will be landing at Dunkirk within a week.

You believe that?

I'm not to say. Could you know how to find out?

And what does Mr. Dunkirk have?

She is feeling lonely.

Lonely, is it?

Well, we're in Dunkirk. Maybe we can win your lastie back.

Will you arrive with me, David?

Oh, well, Alan, oh, well indeed.

Oh, no, kiss a man, I'm wistled.

Good evening.

Now, you made the journey, Mr. Ball for Mr. Stewart.

I am double glad to see you.

You didn't wait for your summer country, you know?

No, father.

You served me beside that.

Well, gentlemen.

You're a very good health.

No, no, no.

To Scotland.

I.

To Scotland.

Free.

I free from plotting an intrigue.

I'll drink to that.

I'm a wee bit fatigued, father.

I'll retire if you'll excuse me.

Of course, my dear, good night.

Good night, gentlemen.

Take care.

Of what?

Pray.

I'm sure that you, gentlemen, are tired of to so long a ride.

I am.

Good night to you both.

Good night, you David.

Now, James, who is this close friend from Scotland you would have me meet?

It's a secret business.

Until you in the morning and some quiet place.

Oh, come on, you old fox.

What are you trying to lure me into?

Lure you.

Why are you such a word?

Because I know you are old.

Come on, tell me.

I cannot tell you.

The arrangements are not complete.

I fear they may go awry.

Very well.

Good night to you, James.

No.

No, no, no.

You wanted to see me, sir.

I'm sick out of Mr. Vance's property smart shoes.

Tell him that the business must be completed.

I've told tomorrow to count with longer.

So we must you.

We must you.

I was telling you.

Good morning, Mr. Vance.

Alan, you're up early.

So are you.

I have an end for my father.

Then he should have gone himself.

Sit down in a moment.

I have to go, Alan.

Sit down.

I want to work with you.

You refused him once.

This pride would not let him ask a second time.

And mine would not persuade him to.

But if he did, would you refuse him again?

Alan, I must go.

Thank you.

Good morning, David.

Did you sleep well?

None too well.

A strange bed.

I have a message for you from Mr. Dummern.

What?

The answer is yes, you mucka lass.

Move to one.

Put the question to it before she changes her mind.

The shot, then.

She's out on the tunes.

If you hurry, you can maybe catch her.

Well, Alan, and thank you.

Wait.

Take this.

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

What?

Take it.

You may need it.

Lieutenant, my father James Moore sent me with this message.

Thank you, Mrs. Meeham.

Our instructions.

Katrina.

Katrina, I have to speak to you.

Could it not have waited until I got back?

No.

I've already waited too long.

Katrina.

I'm hopelessly out of lay in love with you and I want you to marry me.

And I shall not accept another refusal.

David.

Here.

And a cold, late Beethoven.

Here.

And a cold, late Beech.

What a place to propose.

But I must have an answer.

Do you love me?

I do.

And I will marry you.

But of my own free will.

Oh.

It's a French man of war.

The landings of poor Leads muggled out of the highlands.

Was that the reason you came here?

To tell them they should meet my father.

Why couldn't he come himself?

I don't know.

He said he wanted to stay with Alan.

Katrina.

There's no French man of war.

And the landing of the highland blared.

They've come for Alan's come run.

There's a man there, Leads.

Take it.

Alan, it's a trap.

Mr. Drummond, get the horses.

Run!

Hush, wait here.

Run!

Run!

Alan, break!

Come on, you'll be killed!

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James Moore!

Your daughter is to marry my friend, Davey, without further ado.

And as for your plan to sell my card just to the English, it must be suspended.

And you can thank your lucky stars to get out of this business with your skin in one piece.

I'm sorry, Father.

I had no choice.

No.

You have made your choice.

What shall I do?

Bred Joyce, man.

That your daughter has found happiness in spite of your misdeeds.

It's for the best, Father.

I see you, Goodly and...

And you, James Moore.

Come, Goodly and I...

Now, where's part here?

Paris is ahead.

I must to the south.

We'll meet again, Alan.

And possibly.

And then again, possibly not.

Mr. Omen, you're a true daughter of Appent.

As ever I was to get married, it's the matter with you.

I would be seeking as a mother to my sons.

And I bear a king's name and speak the truth.

David, go back to your finest state in Scotland.

Settle down by your fireside with Beyens to bear your name.

And you, Alan?

No.

I shall always lie a sword's length away from an easy life.

It is for Scotland, I've always fought.

Now it seems I may never see the place again.

But it's your country, David.

You're as in Katrina's.

I wish you well of it.

And now, Mr. David Balfour of the shores.

We're on.

Ha, ha, ha.

Thank you.