Master of Ballantrae, The (1953)

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God and Saint Andrew!

God and Saint Andrew!

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!

The call to all Scotsman
to restore to that throne...

the exiled House of Stuart.

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.

The white c*ck.

- A man can be hanged for wearing that.
-There's worse than hanging.

The king sitting on the English throne
has no right to be there.

There's a rightful king, a Stuart,
spending his days in exile.

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 Apin, the MacDonalds,
Glencoe, Glengarry, Clanranald.

But not this village.

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.

I'm as good a Scot as anyone,
but I recall the last rebellion.

Ballantrae was in the last one.

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.

"An ill man to cross,
" the villagers said...

when they spoke
of the Master of Ballantrae.

A 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.

Business?

Your brother's notions of business
extend no further than...

the cottage of Jessie Brown.

You're an envious old man.

There's a season for sowing oats
and a time to plough them under.

- I'll tell him. He'll be impressed.
-What if Lady Alison learns of it?

As if she didn't know.

But, Father, you carried a sword
in the last w*r.

This is the same cause, the same king.

- I was 30 years younger.
-Exactly. Now let your sons go.

- I want grandsons.
-Jamie.

Our ride. I waited for you.

I ran into a messenger...

wearing a white c*ck
in his hat.

Messenger?

A long message he must've had
to have taken the whole...

A white c*ck?

- 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!

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'll marry.

Jamie, if we fight, I'm with you.

We'll fight if he has anything to do with it.

Life's 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 going to make
a devil of a wife.

Your father had a devil of a son.

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's a w*r
and we can't prevent it...

but we can protect
our title and estates.

- I ride with the Stuarts.
-Where does that leave me?

Here, safe at home,

with your farming
and 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.

- Not bottle corks and gaming dice, either.
-Henry, Jamie.

Argument never settled anything,
especially between us.

Mackellar, give me a coin.

That's a reckless way to decide
the future of a title and estate.

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

Heads.

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

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

I'd recommend
you mind your own business.

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

or don't you care?

Henry, always
so good and pious.

Scratch him out.

Is there anything else
I can help you with?

Yes.

Would you object, would you,
if I asked you to take care of Alison?

- Anything else?
-Start by giving her my farewells.

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

Stay a while, brother mine.

This could be the last time
we ever see each other.

- It's bad luck to say that.
-Bad luck? 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?
-Wouldn't it?

Come now, Henry.

How many times
have you wished me gone?

Mackellar says
that when you were a baby...

a devil stole you away
and took your place.

Henry,
I believe that.

I was too late.

Someone must've come
before me.

The stitching isn't very good.

Not nearly as good as mine.

A man doesn't notice
such things, Alison.

Somebody just handed it to me.

And you took it.

A 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.

When I come back,
I'll give you all this:

The Highlands, the Lowlands,
the rocks on the shore...

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.

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!

Glory from the start.

Edinburgh: the triumphant march
on the capital...

that returned it at last to Scottish hands.

Victory to the south,
and the march for the invasion of England.

Then came the setbacks.

Lines that were overextended
couldn't support the invasion...

and there was a sudden retreat
from Derby.

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.

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 sure I can learn nothing
about manners from a Scot.

To think I was lured
to this uninhabitable land...

to risk me life with amateurs.

You were at Culloden.

You have the honour 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.

If you got any of these
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.

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.

Tails. Good.

I'm a wee bit tired
at the moment.

You'll find this joint very tasty.

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...

shall 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 harbour those rebels...

shall be amply rewarded
in money.

Not a sound,

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

A villager over there
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.

- There's no word of truth in that Jamie.
-My brother?

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

"Accompanied by a bumbling ancient,
most likely wearing account books."

-Is he alive?
-What do you know that could k*ll Jamie?

By the by, has the recent
ill fortunes of w*r harmed your cellar?

Where is he?

He says, "If I'm seen at that house,
they're all in trouble.

"You sniff out my brother.
Have him get a bottle of whiskey...

-"and bring him directly here."
-Bring me where?

Didn't I tell you?
Must be the dryness in my throat.

He's at the cottage of Jessie Brown.

- Go tell the house.
-Especially Lady Alison.

Tell her he's alive, but not where.
She mustn't risk being caught.

Your master's developed a peculiar taste
for Irish whiskey.

We lost forever this time.

All those brave, bright banners...

and our Bonnie Prince skulking in a cave,
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.

There's a boat in the bay.
It'll take us to France.

How much money can you bring me?

I don't know. I'll have to see
what there is in the strongbox.

Father might have some,
but you know how it's been.

No, I don't. I didn't know you'd have
to count the till to save my life!

- That's not what I meant.
-"I don't know, Jamie."

Give me a man of decision
like your brother who says:

"You want gold? I'll bring you gold
from the bottom of the sea...

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

You're a cautious countryman.
Will you wait till your brother's hanged?

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.

Jessie, see who it is.

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

- Who's there?
-Henry.

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

I must go away again.

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.

Don't you see that's impossible?

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.

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'm to bring her along.

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

Don't approach without a signal.
Bring a dark lantern.

- I'll flash it twice.
-Twice it is.

You'd best take Alison back now.

Be careful. Jessie will see if it's clear.

Where is she? Jessie.

Where can the man be?
Counting his coins over and over again?

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

You shouldn't have invited her.

She'll be here at least.

Aye, later in the morning
after the smugglers have left without us.

My respects to your darling brother.
Don't forget the money.

There they are.

You'll hardly have time for a kiss.
Tell her you'll make up for it later.

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

The other must still be below.

Signal the men on shore to close in.

Fire!

The redcoats. How could they know?

Cast off.

- Here's his hat, sir.
-A White c*ck.

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

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

Only this hat was found.

My Lord, if it's possible
to disregard treason...

I offer my sincere regrets.

You're the new master, my son.

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.
I'll have the horses ready for us.

Jamie!

More lives than a cat.

But they shot you into the sea.

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

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

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

You almost saved even that.

Come on. Let's tell the others.

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

Who gave the redcoats the signal?
We were the only ones who knew it.

You want to say
Alison wanted me trapped?

Or that Burke wanted himself k*lled?

My own brother.

My own.

There was a chance
I wouldn't come back.

You won that
on the toss of a coin.

But that wasn't good enough.
You wanted to be sure I was dead.

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!

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
k*lled you out there?

I'll give you the chance
to remedy that.

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

- Mackellar!
-Master Henry!

Mackellar,
my brother's dead.

- Aye. Are we ready to go?
-I just k*lled him.

My own brother,
and I've k*lled 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.

- I can't see a dead man, laddie.
-But he was here, I tell you.

He came back and I k*lled him.

Wait.

Look at this.
Now do you believe me?

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

He was lying here when I left him.

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

He was dead.

- Then the devil came and took him away.
- He was dead!

- He was shot and he fell into the sea.
- What?

Why should we k*ll 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.

You're going to live, Jamie,

because the luck of the Irish
has touched you.

Thinking you were at the bottom
of the ocean, I go back...

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.

Bless you, Jamie.

My brother!

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

Alison...

I must go back.

And someday you'll do it.

Someday you can fritter away
all your time.

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.

The vessel that dared help
two fugitives of w*r...

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?

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.

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.

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

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!

Three months on the bounding main,
and you're your own smiling self again.

- A lovely day, Mr. MacCauley.
-I'm glad you've the time to enjoy it.

Are you so? You're a generous man.

Get on with your work!
Would you want a touch of the rope's end?

Sail, h*!

- Where away?
-Coming up on the larboard!

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...

and honey in your mouth,
and women that go to men...

with blood and fire to take them.
This is for us.

I'm going back to Scotland, Burke.

To get back to your Alison.

Yes, and to my brother, too.

If it's m*rder you've got in your heart,
save some for that stench MacCauley.

I have enough left over for him.

- What do you make of her, Mr. Bryce?
-I do not feel she's friendly.

- She's cracking on more sail.
-She appears anxious to overtake us.

We'll keep clear of her.

Don't spread any more canvas
till after dark.

- Then we'll go about and give her the slip.
-Aye, aye, sir.

There's someone out there, Mr. Bryce,
and I think they can see us.

- Give her another quarter turn down.
-Aye, sir.

All hands prepare to repel boarders!

- You've one aboard already, Captain.
-All hands on deck!

Repel boarders! All hands on deck!

Savage, barbaric pirates...

with an incredible French dandy
for their leader.

This one, fighting his own captain.

No!

You're not fighting a windmill.

Deftly! Keep the arm supple.

Thrust!

No, I will show you.

- I'll show you.
-I've waited too long for this.

I cannot endure such crudeness.

Look out, Jamie!

Here's what I was explaining
to that bungler.

Although the cutlass isn't my weapon,
badly balanced and utterly gripless.

I much prefer the foil.

But keep the arm supple at all times.

It's one of the elementary laws.

There is some very excellent brandy
on that table.

My quartermaster is amusing himself
with the prisoners.

He has a taste for it.

We give every prisoner a choice.

They may join us, or not.

What do they feed them on in Scotland
that makes them so obstinate?

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

Colonel Francis Burke, Irish gentleman.

Very talkative.

Is he still talking?

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.

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

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

for the likes of King Solomon,
and no other.

- The talkative Irishman.
-It is only because I'm free from care.

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 favourite boy,
the heir to a fabulous fortune...

was walking a pirate plank.

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'd throw away a fortune in ransom.

I don't like his eyes. I don't trust him.

That's strange,
when I'm so fond of you.

- Give him to me.
-Imbecile! Get out, you destroy me!

Set sail for Tortugas Bay!

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?

It has a certain quality
of persuasion.

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 b*llet
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.

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 château in Burgundy.

Perhaps, together,
we can share our separate dreams.

- How many men did you lose boarding us?
-Six.

How much gold did you find?

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 lad...

and harm will come to my reputation
for letting you lead me to piracy.

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

though, it would have been
entertaining otherwise.

Land!

Land on the starboard bow!

Turn to, I tell you!
We're running into Tortugas Bay!

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 harbour for buccaneers.

That galleon...

Somebody has been very fortunate.

That's close enough, Frenchie.

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 Capitán, is ashore.
Sheer off, or we'll sink you.

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'll both supply.
This is a joint enterprise, isn't it?

This one's mine! He's mine!

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?

You darling. You're not hurt at all.

Mendoza: a legendary name
in those waters.

A bejewelled, 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.

Come here.

Felicidades, Frenchie.
Where have you been?

It's been a long time.

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

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

They're all very glad to see me,
like sharks in a school of herring.

And Marianne is still the most
beautiful shark in the Caribbean, no?

Did you think I'd be waiting for you?
What did you bring me?

Well, I have not captured
a Spanish galleon.

He has. Loaded to the scuppers.

You and your promises.

Frenchie.

Look, isn't she a beauty?

She is indeed.

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, señor.

I like him.

Mendoza el Magnífico
gives a big party tonight, his last in port.

He sails with the morning tide.
You'll come, Frenchie?

You, too. I like you.

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

His last night. Not much time.

But enough. His mind's on celebrating.

The same goes for his crew.

Except that they outnumber mine
three to one.

Would Mendoza himself
hesitate to tackle such a job?

I doubt it.

"The greatest of the buccaneers,"
they say.

So does Mendoza say, interminably.

A rich prize.

Bull!

We'll need the crew. Assemble them.
Bring them here.

The greatest of the buccaneers
without a ship.

Charming thought, n'est-ce pas ?

Burke, come on!

Would you have me leave these poor,
lonesome bits of depravity?

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

Come on.

All right, you gloomy man,
I'm coming.

My friend, Captain Mendoza
of the galleon out there,

asks 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 Capitán.

One of these tablets, señor,

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.

- I have been waiting for you.
-Me?

I knew you would come.
When my eyes invite, they always come.

How can anyone resist you?
I 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.

Yes. I like also jewels and gold.

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

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

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?
-Unfortunately, that's impossible.

My time here is so short.
It's fully occupied.

Perhaps I wish to sail with you.

Mademoiselle, all I can say is,
I couldn't think of a better shipmate.

Adiós.

- Thank you, señor.
-It's done. We'll proceed to the tavern.

And that is how
the great Mendoza raids ships...

single-handed!

It is what you may call...

a matter of genius.

A bit overdone, but effective
with small children and elderly ladies.

What?

El Magnífico! I'll forgive you.

El Magnífico!

The greatest buccaneer of all the world.

Especially around the waist.

Come! Let us have music!

- I will dance for you?
-No.

It is late. You will come with me.

El Capitán 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.

Look alive, lads!

The streets are swept clean
of Mendoza's boys.

- We're ready to proceed to his galleon!
-Galleon?

Mendoza's galleon
is the only galleon here.

It's about to change hands, el Supreme.

El Magnífico--

I've long wanted to barber this gargoyle.

Marianne, our bargain.

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?

Skin as cool as the breeze,
and eyes as blue as your own.

But you do not speak of Marianne.

No, I speak of an image
which is in my heart.

All of you, down to the boats!

- Burke, on your way.
-Not again, Jamie.

The dear helpless females
want comforting. Where's your heart?

See that Burke is left behind.

Here comes the new watch.
Now we go ashore.

It appears the shipment of rum arrived.

- Where's Burke?
-A boat behind. He was slow.

- 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'll sink you!
-It's Frenchie. It's a raid!

Bull.

As soon as we're aboard,
you get forward and crack the foresails.

You give orders
like a man who is born to lead.

De prisa!

You, over there, set sail!

Reel in those boats! Up anchor!

Here it is, lads! Here we are!

We're rich as Croesus!

- 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.

It's unwise to take too many chances.
I took the precaution of unloading that.

No!

Perhaps it's just as well.

I never did have an opportunity
to teach him fencing.

- You have been studying my style.
-I've my own style, thanks.

Thanks for your help, my friend,
and bon voyage.

Jamie, lad, you lost your temper again.

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.

All right, men, get aloft,
and shake the wrinkles out of those sails.

Get them up. Come on.

I said get aloft! Get aloft!

Get aloft!

I'll give the course
when we clear the harbour.

Aye, aye, sir.

Nor' nor' east for Scotland.

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 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 enter Scotland like you're chased.
-Are we in it now?

It's a bad-looking country.

- Odd place to travel for pleasure.
-Pleasure is where you find it, young man.

This is Mr. Bally, a gentleman.

'Tis I who am the General Fitzbrien,
you see there.

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.

Faster!

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.

The q*eer mixed heart
of these barbarians...

stupefied by love and unbalanced by hate,
and the two working at once.

How will you be doing it?

Will you simply slip a blade
across his deceitful throat...

or will you throttle him
with your own hands gradually...

and feel the death coming to him?

Just so long as he feels it.

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.

There was gaiety for others that night...

as the prodigal ghost's carriage
rolled nearer.

Dancing once again.

- There's been dancing in Ballantrae.
-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.
-An auspicious occasion to do it, my lord.

They must have known you were coming,
to greet you with laughter and music.

Music?

What a darling thing to fall into my arms.

Have you heard of me?
It's General Fitzbrien at your service.

- Colonel Burke?
-General Fitzbrien.

Bless my soul, Master Jamie.
Bless my soul.

Don't worry about your soul.
That'll be taken care of.

Run, hide. Can't you see?
The English are all about.

You remember me,
I hope, your Ladyship. Mr. Bally.

- Jamie, you're alive.
-Bally's the name.

- You look as if you're seeing a ghost.
-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.

Ballantrae's changed.
The party's for the English.

- Not for the English.
-I knew my brother...

was on speaking terms with them,
but not that he celebrated the fact.

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

What are they granting informers?

I was sure you'd remember Mr. Bally.

Yes.

Meeting you again, my lord,
is a great, great pleasure.

No greater than mine.

This officer seems to think
he knows me.

Major Clarendon, Mr. Bally.

- Sir.
-Sir.

There was something familiar about you.

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 w*r.

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

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

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

- That reminds me, we have business.
-Whenever you like.

- Now.
-We must keep Mr. Bally for some time.

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.

King George, for instance.

I know what you mean.
And Lady Alison here.

Now I don't know what you mean.

The difficulty of persuading her
to set the day for this betrothal.

The sympathy of the whole garrison
was with you.

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

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 Scotland that bred him...

was entrusted with his brother's safety,
and then betrayed him...

to these red-coated
Hanoverian swine!

It's a lie! It's all a lie!

Then, when by a miracle,
a brother escaped...

this sorry blackguard
fouled him in a duel...

and left him
on the ground to die...

then laid claim to everything
that was his brother's.

Everything but one.

Then he took even that.

Henry,
you've done your worst!

You're going to die!

- No, Jamie!
-Jamie!

How many of your lives
must we take?

Jamie, lad,
that may be loaded.

Jamie!

Up those stairs, Jamie.
I'll hold them back.

Henry!

Jamie, whatever made you...

We did not come
to put Scotland to the sword.

We came bearing
gifts of peace,

for it has been proved
our two countries...

can live as one,
and profit mutually, thereby.

But always there are rebels.

You men are guilty
of aiding these rebels.

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.

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.

There you will be hanged by the neck
until you are dead.

The guard will remove the prisoners.

Come on. Double over, quickly!

Steady there.

Oh, my lady, help me.

Help me, please.

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

To have him thinking
it was his brother.

To have him die thinking that,
and not knowing the truth.

- What're 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.

I wanted to die ever since.

I wanted somebody to k*ll me...

in the same way
as I saw him being k*lled.

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?

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.

"1701 to 17..."

And I trusted her.

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.

Stop it, Jamie.

Would you deny yourself
even that fine image...

since you've nothing else
to take with you?

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.

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.

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.

Straight through the gizzard.

Now he'll stand and stare at her
with that iron jaw of his,

clenched like an ugly trap.

And no light in his eyes,
and no fire in his hands.

Will he reach out and touch her, this Scot,
with a rope ready to encircle his neck?

To think the Scots are kin to the Irish.

- And they are.
-You'll have to go now, my lady.

- 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 the Duries from the first of the line...

is embedded there.

Come, my lady.

He said it would comfort you,
and lead your steps aright.

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.

"To lift up the eyes," 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 of Durrisdeer, who set it forth.

He was imprisoned here
about 300 years ago...

battling for Robert II.

And spent his time
toying with dead languages.

No. He found a way to escape.
He was...

"Lift up the eyes."

- Of course, that's it!
-You've finally cracked with the strain.

We've got to get out of here.

What could be simpler?
The guard could have no objection to that.

There must be a way.
There has to be.

Where do you think
you're going?

Lady Alison sent some food
for the master.

The master's got no stomach
for any food.

There's no time for it anyway.
Get along with you.

They haven't had
a bite to eat all night.

I said begone!

Hurry, Jamie!

The prisoners are escaping!

Open this door!

Open this door!

Guard the gates!

Jamie.

The shield.

Lift the eye, Jamie.

- Jamie, there's no time.
-We'll look after her, sir.

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

Would you come this far and stop?

Burke, you go.

On the cliff that night...

it was I who betrayed you.

Forgive me, Jamie.

- Come back someday.
-Wait for me.

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

Follow me!

Jamie.

The rock, quick!

Hire the horses.

Henry.

- Thanks, Henry.
-That's all right, Jamie.

This may end the line.
There'll be trouble.

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 it.

Your creditors, Jamie,
and your Alison. Hurry.

I'm sure of it now,
your whole line is pure-blooded Irish.

Give her my love, Henry.

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.

Block the bridge!

You're a fool
if you come with me.

I know.