Rob Roy Page #7

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Hang him from the bridge.

- McGregor!|- Cut him free!

Bring him back here!

I want him back!

Bring him back here!

I see him!

Right through that gap!

Just through there!

Oh, what a stench!

What a stink! Do you smell this?

Let's get downwind of this.

Is this where we may stay?

Aye, by His Grace's goodness,

under his protection.

- Will Father come here?|- If he can.

No!

Robert?

Robert!

Oh, my Robert!

What have they done with you?

You should have told me, Mary.

Robert, I should have,|but I could not.

Forgive me, my love.

I was wrong.

It was wrong.

No. It was me who was wrong.

You were right when you told me|I must have it my own way.

It's that which brought all this on us.

I should have packed my pride|and given Montrose his way.

No, Robert.

And all this has come on us,|all this you have endured.

Craigrostan would still be ours.

Alasdair and Coll would be alive.

And wrong would have been done you!

And what of the wrong done you,

wrong past bearing?

No, not past bearing.

Not past bearing.

Not if I have my Robert,

and he has himself.

And you would not,

not if you had done|a lesser man's bidding.

Honour is the gift a man gives himself.

You told our boys that.

Would you have stolen from yourself

that what makes you Robert McGregor?

Oh, my Mary.

How fine you are to me.

And you to me.

Oh, Robert, there is more.

What more?

I am carrying a child

and I do not know who is the father.

Ach, Mary.

Mary.

I could not kill it, husband.

It is not the child who needs killing.

This point of honour|might likely kill you, sir.

I have seen the man at work,

and he is no dunce with a blade.

If Your Grace could arrange this,

I would be more beholding to him|than I already am.

Very well.

I will see what I can make of it.

McGregor.

Sir?

He will kill you, McGregor.

I would lose money if I wagered other.

Your Lordship has my permission

to profit what way he may.

I have had a correspondence

from His Grace, the Duke of Argyll.

It would seem that our McGregor|is holed with him.

He offers us a match,

you and the Highlander.

Argyll would recoup his loss|from his last wager.

Bring him on.

You speak, Archibald?

One must never underestimate

the healing power of hatred.

How long must you go, Father?

Just for a while.

Is it business you have with the Duke?

Aye, business.

Boys, have you heard there's going|to be another addition to the family?

Show them where it's hid, Mary.

Is it... inside you?

How does it get out?

The same road it got in.

Robert...

- Robert, what if you don't...|- Wheesht.

No, I cannot.

What if...

Shh.

I cannot.

What if you do not return to us?

If it's a boy, call him Robert.

If a lass,

name her for my love... Mary McGregor.

My man Guthrie was like an ox|at the knacker's yard

under Cunningham's blade.

You will need to be twice as quick|as poor Will.

Tell me, McGregor,

is this matter of honour|concerning your wife?

It's concerning me, Your Grace.

Mr Cunningham and I|have matters outstanding.

She will not thank you|for making her a widow,

honour or no.

Perhaps you'd like|to wager a sum for her maintenance.

If it will help you die any easier,

I'll lay 20 guineas for her.

By God, but you have a style to you,|McGregor.

I like that.

Aye.

So, what are we to wager|on this outcome, Your Grace?

Guineas again?

I want no part of this.

There are more than champions here.

I think these men hate the other.

Aye.

They are none too fond.

You offered McGregor|amnesty from his debts

if he would lay charges against me.

So, that is how he cozened you

to give him shelter.

Oh, I know the truth when I hear it.

Oh, and here was me thinking that

that was God's gift alone.

Do not think that all sins|go unpunished in this life, Montrose.

Well,

I see one set soon to be paid for.

Will you not take my odds, Argyll?

I give you five on the fop.

I wager you but this:

If McGregor lives,

you will acquit him of all he owes you.

And if he loses?

I will pay his bill.

My factor|will call upon Your Grace's factor.

You are here on a matter of honour.

I am here|to assure you settle it honourably.

There will be no backstabbing.

You will not throw your blades,

nor will you use weapons|other than agreed.

If quarter is asked...

No quarter will be asked.

Or given.

Attend upon your weapons

and commence upon my mark.

Neither asked nor given.

I will hold you to our bargain.

Those wounds will need care.

By Your Grace's leave,

I'll go where it can best be found.

As you will.

I will know who to wager on the next time.

I hope Your Grace will live so long.

Mother! Look!

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