All language subtitles for Kidnapped (1978) Part 9

Although Lord Preston Grange, his Majesty's advocate general for Scotland, appeared to

believe my innocence of the Red Fox's murder. I approached my second meeting with some trepidation.

Good morning, sir. Good morning to you. You're awaiting Lord Preston Grange? Yeah, I'm indeed.

I pray that your business with him is more agreeable than mine. I hope yours will be brief,

for you will pass before me. No, sir. All pass before me. There's not always so, my good sir. Not

when the sword was in the hand and the soldiers were chosen, recognized. I always understood that

the first of a soldier's butchews was never to complain, Mr. McGregor. You have my name, I perceive.

Though I'm not allowed to use it, I'm known as James Moore Drummond. My name is David Balfour.

I've also made your daughter Katrina on occasion. Oh, what's between you two then? If you're setting

your capital, I should know a bit more about you. I am the lord of shores at Crannand.

Then we are well met young man. Although you see me now in a pitiful stage.

This way, Mr. Balfour. I have a moment's engagement, so that you will be rescued from the

attentions of that old bladder, James Moore. I'm going to present you to my three broad orders. Follow me.

This is my new friend, Mr. Balfour. This is my sister, Miss Grant, who keeps house for me.

How do you do? These are my three broad daughters. Barbara, not mature to them yourself, I fancy.

Fiona, Margaret. Fair question to you, Ray, at which of the three is best failure?

Father, you are a passionate. While you're answering, that conundrum I'll be about my affairs.

Come, Mr. Balfour. You look like a fish on dry land.

I think he looks like cousin Tom the day he shaped his face for the first time.

You can help us solve the mystery. That's puzzling us all.

Have you ever heard this article?

Oh, my god.

That's a fine-tune island.

Do you know it?

I've heard it somewhere.

And do you know the name of it?

I just call it Alan's ear.

I shall call it David's ear.

For its melancholy music and your melon.

I'll try to be more amusing, Miss Grant.

But I'm in this house on serious business.

There's guys again.

James Moore's daughter, Katrina, a distant cousin of ours.

Of metal.

A pettip that once so beautiful with all her life before her.

Should have wasted on such a father.

There you can see the effects of a highland upbringing.

The clans women are little more than slaves. It's barbaric.

Would you please excuse me for a moment, Miss Grant?

I'm just to be gone already.

I want to see Miss Katrina.

Ah, so that's how the land lies.

Please don't let us detain you.

But I must detain you young man.

For a while at least we have our children's business.

We shall not let her go.

We shall always be pleased to see you here, Mr. Barfere.

Thank you.

Mrs. Mr. Simon Fraser, David.

Who wishes to question you.

No doubt you know of his antecedents.

The master of love it.

A title forfeited when my rebel father, ladies, head upon the block.

Did you not fight in the rebel side, too, sir?

All past, Mr. Belfort. Thanks to my good friends, the Campbells,

I have been reinstated and allowed to pursue my old practice of law.

Now, I have been engaged by the Duke of Argyle as prosecutor on the Red Fox's mother.

I hear you wish to give evidence.

That is so.

Good.

The guilt of Alan Brecht Stewart is manifest,

and your testimony in which you admit that you saw him on the hill at the very moment

will guarantee his conviction.

No, sir. My evidence will prove his innocence.

That is for the court to determine.

I have not the slightest doubt that he will hang.

You have to catch him first.

That should not be difficult.

Since you are clearly in contact with him, it is your duty to tell me his whereabouts.

If I could be certain Alan Brecht would get a fair trial, I would do so, Mr. Fraser.

But I'm not.

Take care, sir.

Because my Lord Preston range has dealt with you kindly, perhaps too kindly,

do not forget that you are under the gravest suspicion yourself.

You say that you are innocent. The facts declare you guilty.

What facts?

The evidence of Mango Campbell, the sheriff's officer,

that you delayed the party sufficiently for the murderer to fight his aid.

You're flight after the killing. You are long silenced till now.

Here is evidence enough to hang a bullock, let alone an ill man at a cult like yourself.

What more could I possibly have had?

I am no jack-of-eyed.

You say not. But you have protected a most notorious jack-of-eyed these past weeks.

That is proof enough.

I protected Alan. It was he who protected me.

You think anyone will believe that?

Even now, you conceal him.

That is treason in itself.

Can this boy really be such an innocent?

Without his for you to determine.

David, Belfort, you are young, but you have no chance, whatever.

I'm prepared to swear in court that I am no jack-of-eyed.

I will produce witnesses to prove you are.

Even if your actions did not proclaim it, there are men in prison here who will swear their lives away

for the slightest hint of lemency.

There is one outside now.

James Moore.

Has thou is being prepared for?

On the other hand, I am empowered by the Duke of Argyle to grant you a full pardon.

More than that, he will treat you like his own son.

Whatever your ambitions he will further them.

With the Duke as a patron, you will lack for nothing a life of ease and comfort.

The choice is yours.

I don't think of the desolatity we are son of has.

Then take the alternative.

Adivate to platter your bones upon and the lowest story of a higher assassin that was ever told.

Do you see this?

The ink is scarcely dry.

It is a warrant for your arrest.

I have merely to touch the spell and you will be taken in chains to the tone booth.

I am innocent and so are Alan and James of the Glades.

There is a gentleman in this room.

I appeal to him.

I put my life completely in his hands.

Simon, you have cleared your hand for all it was worth and you have lost.

The boy is clearly innocent.

As for you, David, you know my position.

I shall require to call here at the same time tomorrow.

Until that time, you must repeat to me your promise of secrecy.

I give it to you, sir.

There are no grudge against my friend Simon here.

He was merely speaking to his brief.

This way out.

Bring in the man, James Moore.

James Moore.

You know how it creeps me to see you in this wretched state.

Glad I don't suffer alone, Mr. Frazier.

It has occurred to me there might be a way of alleviating your cruel circumstance.

How would that be?

Your gilly, the redhead one, comes to visit you in prison, I believe?

That is so.

The time has come to give him more honest employment.

Hey, where is Miss Katrina?

She's gonna be.

So, Mr. Saladeis in the village of Dean?

Am I a good rider?

I will.

Mr. Saladeis?

I am.

You're not from here, I think?

No, I'm from the lowlands.

It's far enough.

What do you come seeking here?

Miss Katrina Drummond.

Do you know?

And what may be your business with Miss Katrina?

To collect it, I think.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

I'm not.

To collect a debt, perhaps.

A debt?

A trifling one.

A small sum of money.

So, you're Sockspans?

Katrina.

He says he's come to collect his Sockspans, but take care.

I think he's no for an English spy.

At least you know that's not true.

Yes, but let me give you your money, at least.

That wasn't why I came.

What was that?

I saw you in the advocates courtyard today.

Where were you?

In the drawing room above.

Were the advocates daughters.

Where you indeed?

But it can't be Mr. Balfa.

I heard snutches of singing in the house.

They're beautiful, the grant girls.

They say the same of you.

I'm flattered.

You must have been having a fine time in that house.

Did know.

I was there on a serious matter.

And I met your father in there.

You met James Moore?

Spoke with him, did you?

I did.

Though I confess I didn't care for him.

The prisons turned him into a beggar.

If you'd known him as he was, when he fought so brave for the clowns.

I see him as he is now.

I suspect I'm bringing pressure on him.

To do me harm.

You?

Why should he want to?

My testimony may save an innocent life.

James of the Glens.

The one they say killed the Red Fox.

Pressed in range.

Wants me to keep silent.

You're doing that for Alan?

How do you know?

Alan, Breck was with you.

I'm not a good friend.

I'm not a good friend.

I'm not a good friend.

I'm not a good friend.

I'm not a good friend.

I'm not a good friend.

I'm not a good friend.

Alan, Breck was with you when I brought you across the fort that night.

The Red Fox was shot by Cameron.

Not by any steward.

That's what I know.

But knowing that is dangerous in itself.

But what would you do then?

You whose own father lies in danger.

Take the bribes they're offering and keep silent.

Do you have no choice?

If you speak out, you'll only end as graced in the gallows yourself.

But to keep silent is dishonest and I am a hope and honourable man.

And the truth must be spoken.

Poor David, I pity you.

You want no part of our Highland intrigues, but now you're too deep to escape.

Cresting Grange knows the truth, but it will not let me appear as a witness.

You must insist on speaking, David.

Don't be intimidated by a man who wants to trap you and destroy you.

It's not Preston Grange.

There's another, Simon Fraser.

A tonne coat lover now seeking for our guy's favour as a prosecutor.

You must stand up to him too.

How can I?

Do it.

And I shall admire you forever as a great hero.

Then I shall tell the truth.

You make it impossible for me to do anything but be honourable.

Dear David, you're so good.

I shall grow old and still remember you, my dear.

Holland Frick.

I'm going to die to Frick.

If you had not been a friend, you have died quick enough.

What news?

The official.

Due to Doc.

Next year or so.

Danny Scugle.

Aye, here's your board.

Her show-of-course tells me.

Good.

And where is David?

I've had another sight, a sound of him, for days.

He has been intercedent for you with a judge advocate.

Interceding, is it?

Maybe bargaining my life.

If he had betrayed you, you wouldn't be stunned and he'll know.

That's the truth and that.

But he is, after all, a lowlander.

If you have doubts.

No, no, we must trust him.

If it's only for his strange, weak sense of honour.

I'll get what you.

You're a frightened man, Mr. Stewart.

Aye.

With reason.

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You look very fine today.

I shall tell my daughters there's a handsome Cavalier come to call.

You have new, sir.

Beyond anticipation, you are to be heard as a witness.

You may go, if you will, in my company to the trial, which is to be held at Invarari on Thursday, the 21st of September.

What do you say?

I am too amazed to find what?

What of Mr. Fraser?

Mr. Fraser is not the Lord advocate, nearly the prosecutor.

Remember that, David?

Yes, sir.

Meanwhile, I must still pledge you to silence.

Of course.

Tomorrow you'll make your formal statement.

Until then, say nothing.

I do thank you, sir.

But how, in view of the political situation you described to me, has all this been possible?

David, it would never do for me to divulge the councils of the government.

No, of course.

There is one point on which I am far from satisfied.

We now have firm information that Alan Breck is here in Edinburgh.

Simon Fraser has accused you of being in contact with him.

Is this so?

I shall answer that at the trial.

You will answer me now.

Where does he be found?

Well, I see where the cross purpose is.

Let us speak no more of it.

You'll receive proper notice of when and where we will take your testimony.

Good day, Mr. Balfour.

You are the damn lowland sculptor.

What do you mean, sir?

Your name is Balfour.

Yes?

Your rebel friend and I have a score to settle, but in his absence you will do.

Let us look raw like a street crapper.

Give him a whiff.

My god, man.

What is thisPrison?

Ooh, r portion of everything I find.

That's a god STIOful.

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I can't fight with the wheel-land.

No, Lamb, sir.

No, you're not.

You plenty of raw spirit.

Pity, you haven't the skill to match it.

Learn to balance a blade now gladly fight you any day,

but not as you are.

That was no fair fight, Fraser.

If it's a slaughter you want, get a butcher.

Your work, Simon, you dishonor a great name.

There'll be no more attempts on David's life.

It would have sold the problem.

No more do you hear?

I hear.

And I'll be the runner boy between you and I, Garl.

No more either.

Getting contrary instructions and being blamed by boats.

I tell you, man, your life is in sore danger.

What shall I do?

Disappear yourself.

What?

I'll spell it for you.

You are going to disappear before the trial, whatever.

There's no doubt about that.

No.

The advocate who is not without the remains of decency

may have wronged your life safe out of Fraser

in the Duke of that guy, you know?

He's refused to put you in the car.

He's refused to have you killed.

Though Fraser made one of his soldier friends

making an attempt this morning.

But not with the advocates connivance.

I think not.

No.

But you ought to be taken away.

There's no doubt about that.

And soon.

That's why the McGregor Kelly followed me.

For what did you hear?

No, I gave him a call.

I was a little bit nervous.

I was a little nervous.

I was a little nervous.

I was a little nervous.

I was a little nervous.

I was a little nervous.

I was a little nervous.

What did you hear?

No, I gave him a slip.

But James Moore must have given him his instructions.

From prison.

With the advocates connivance.

Smells bad.

Hey.

What's James Moore in prison for?

Abduction.

Of his sister-in-law.

His men have had practice at it already.

He'll lend them.

And the next thing we'll hear is that James Moore

has miraculously made his peace and been led off.

You make a strong case.

Wait.

Yes, yes, yes.

Take this.

Go on, just take it.

Take it.

You need all that before you're through.

Now, sit here.

Go straight down this course.

That'll take you out by the long dykes

and see no more of it until this crushes over.

Where am I to go then?

You must fend for yourself.

God, guide you.

But, office.

Five days before the trial, on September the 16th.

Get what to me at the King's arms.

Stilling.

If you manage for yourself as long as that,

I'll see you soon, when we're out here.

I'll do it.

But is there a chance of meeting Helen before?

He's offering a ship for France tomorrow.

Then I have to see him tonight.

Ah, rather you didn't.

It's my own life I'm risking, Mr. Stewart.

Yeah, I know.

And Helen is extremely keen of such a meeting himself.

He's to lie this night in a wood by silver mills.

On the leaf level.

But be sure that you're not followed.

Why are you?

You've got to keep me.

No, I don't.

Stop.

I'll always keep you.

Have a nice day.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Okay.

Bye-bye.

Oh, yes.

Thank you.

Bye-bye.

Bye-bye.

Hi-bye.

Here the lad comes seeking sexpence.

David, come in quickly.

Coming quickly.

Saksman's had better to get his broth here, Katrina.

What's your news, David? You have a serious enough face.

Today the advocate told me that time to be called as a witness in a variety.

Never, David.

They'll find a way of getting rid of you before the hearing. Sit down.

They already tried. I was challenged by a highland lieutenant.

Did you fight him?

I'm no harm to the sword.

You never learned.

My father was a school master.

And we don't brandy swords in the lowlands.

You strange folk down there.

You're lucky you've never had to kill to survive.

As it happens I have. With a pistol. Twice.

You must land to use a sword.

I would not like to have a loving brave friend that could not strike his enemies.

I must take my leave.

When shall I see you again?

It could be a long time.

How long?

It may be never.

No.

I cannot tell Katrina.

Are you sorry?

You know I am.

I am too.

I have seen you but a small time, but it pretty very high.

You're true, you're brave.

And the time will be more of a man yet.

And if you should come to fall when I'm an old wife,

I shall tell the bins about David Belfer.

And how we parted.

Go and go with you and guide you.

Katrina.

This is what I think of you Mr. David.

The heart goes with the lips.

The lips are kissed behind the bonnie beans charlotte.

Farewell, Katrina.

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