Rob Roy Page #4

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He must be a happy man.

So, McGregor, how is it with you?

As it was, My Lord.

There is still no word of McDonald|or Your Lordship's money.

What are we to do, then?

If Your Lordship would contract with me|for another sum,

I would turn over|all profit and so repay my debt.

I have but lost 1,000.|You ask me to risk another?

My Lord, the money was stolen from me|and from you.

I am no part of your incompetence.

You signed a paper.

And I will honour it.

Oh, ply me not with your honour, man.

Let us keep these matters simple.

You are indebted to me.|On that we are agreed?

We are, My Lord.

Know you the Duke of Argyll?

By his repute alone.

My report is that Argyll is a Jacobite

and would declare for James Stuart|should he seek to reclaim the throne.

These are intelligences|unknown to me, My Lord.

They are known to you now.

I'm uncertain of Your Lordship's meaning.

Oh, damn it, man!

You and your clan are Jacobites

bred to the bone.

Argyll is nothing to you.

I want your word against him.

Give it, and we will come|to some reckoning on what you owe me.

I can be of no assistance|to Your Lordship

in this matter of the Duke of Argyll.

You owe me.

I owe you money. Nothing more.

What you have asked is as below me|as it should be beneath Your Lordship.

You misspeak yourself, McGregor.

It is the Marquis of Montrose|who has misspoke himself

to ask my perjury against his enemies.

Leave the blade be, sir!

This is not your quarrel.

You do not hear me, McGregor.

I did not ask if or whether.

Your land is forfeit to me|against your debt.

Until that is settled,|I will have you lodged in the tolbooth.

Take him into custody, Archibald.

You have my commission on it!

My father spent two years in that jail

for no cause but the will|of great men like you.

- I will "not" go there, sir.|- Call out the watch!

Call nothing, or I'll cut his throat!

You are damned, McGregor.

Damned to hell.

Come, Your Lordship.

Leave the devil some work.

You've done enough for one day.

Call out the watch!

Yes, sir.

Call out the watch!|Call out the watch!

You have slept your last|peaceful night, McGregor.

You and yours.

What is John Campbell,|Duke of Argyll, to us

that you must defend him|against Montrose?

I did not defend him.

I refused to bear|false witness against him.

Gregor, send men to the passes|and set watches.

And the lochside?

They'll not likely come by|the shore, but watch all ways.

Listen, lads. I have to go|to the hills for a time.

You stay by your mother|and be her help, you hear?

Let Argyll know|that you are persecuted for his sake.

I'm persecuted|for no man's sake but my own, Mary.

What?

Would you have me lie|against my conscience to suit Montrose?

No! To suit me and Duncan and Ranald,

to stay home with your wife|and children

instead of taking to the hills like a fox.

Out!

Out! Out! Out! Out!

He'll be with you soon enough!

Take the boys and go to Morag's.

She'll make a place.

And let Montrose's|troopers foul my house.

No harm will come to you.|Montrose's quarrel is with me.

And you revel in it.

The great man against all.

And likely you'll slip|down in the night

when the mood takes you.

Or will you just|find yourself a sheep to comfort you?

If I do, it will be one|that doesn't bleat so bitter.

No trouble between them and you.

Give no cause.

This is between me and Montrose,

and likely when he's broke a few horses,|he'll quieten down.

Watch Alasdair.|Put him where he can do no harm.

Keep up the watch for McDonald.

Ach, Rob, he's long gone.

Aye, but is he over the seas|or under them?

And, Coll, ask Morag to go down to Mary.

She's sore at me for this business.

That Montrose is a stoat of a man.

Heaven protect us from his like.

When the King comes|across the water again,

we'll see him hung.

Your Lordship will not regret|leaving this matter in my hands.

I have some knowledge of how best|to bring such rogues to heel.

Broken but not dead, Archibald.|That is all I ask.

Broken but not dead.

It has a ring to it.

Your health.

Goodbye!

Instead of spying them out,|we should lay for them

and cut them down|as they come through the passes.

Aye, a wee war with Montrose|would suit us fine.

Listen, Alasdair Roy.

Keep your watch, give warning,|and stay your hand,

or you'll answer to me.

Damn that McDonald|has brought this on us.

I never trusted the man.

Always at Rob's arse like a collie dog.

Morag had a dream on him.|Saw him drowned.

Maybe his ship sank

and him loaded down with the theft.

Wheesht! "Wheesht!"

Give me your musket.

Boys, wake up! Wake up!|Quickly! Quickly!

Get out of bed!

Go, go! Bring the Gregorach!

I've come for the outlaw|Robert McGregor.

If you think he'd be lying|in his bed waiting for you,

you're more of a fool than you look.

Ohh!

Search the outsheds.

Burn them. Kill the stock.

You best stand aside,|Mistress McGregor.

You don't ask a whore. You make her.

Aah! No!

Aagh! No!

No! No!

Do you want yours now, Killearn?

Think of yourself as the scabbard

and me the sword, Mistress McGregor.

And a fine fit you were, too.

I will think of you dead

until my husband makes you so.

And then I will think on you no more.

Indeed.

Such a man as he|will need to see blood on his blade

before honour is satisfied.

Tell him Archibald Cunningham|is at his service.

What are you gawking at?

Have you never been to war before?

Oh, you're a warrior, Archie,|and no mistake.

If she doesn't come out, Archie,

there will be a reckoning.

Shagging her's one thing,|burning her's another.

She'll be out. She's a hater, that one.

Hmm.

There she is.

Back to the boat!

They say it's not a sin

if you don't take pleasure in it.

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

I am Alasdair Roy McGregor!

Come on! Come on!

Is that the best you can do?

Come on!

Come on! Come on! Come...

Mary, are you hurt?

Did they wound you?

Oh, Mary.

Oh... Mary.

What have they done?

We will avenge you.

Rob will kill every last one of them.

He will not know. Rob will not know.

Mary, Rob must know.

He will not! He will not!

No! He will not!

I will not tell him, and you will not.

Do you hear me, Alasdair McGregor?

It is what they want!

It is what the Englishman wants!

It is his plan!

You swear it to me.

Swear it!

I cannot! I cannot!

You can! If I can bear it to be done,

you can bear to be silent!

Now, you swear it! Swear it.

Swear it. Swear it.

Swear it!

I swear. I swear.

I swear.

And I will hold you to it.

Mark me.

But of McGregor himself, still no word?

We will have him soon enough.

I have set such an affront|to his highland honour

that he will come to redeem it.

Very well.

See to it that I am not mocked,

and in the meanwhile, make my claim|against these acres in Lomondside

for the debt he owes.

Still no word of this man of McGregor's?

He who took the coin?

No, My Lord, not a word.

Nor will there be.

This was McGregor's ploy,|to take the money and blame another.

His man is hid...|and Your Lordship's money spent.

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