[drumroll] [opening theme music plays] [sheep bleating] [birds twittering] [tranquil music plays] You mustn't give up hope.

Lorna would never abandon you.

It's been months and not a single word.

Her new life means new duties and obligations.

Perhaps she hasn't had time to write.

What does an ordinary working man have to offer the woman who has everything?

A faithful heart.

That wouldn't buy you much in London.

You do her a great wrong.

John.

These are...

These are my letters.

These are my letters!

She's sent them back.

We'd better get going before Tom changes his mind.

-John!

-[John laughs] Okay.

-You look beautiful.

-[laughs] Come on.

You do.

Lovely.

[John] Come on!

[giggling] [drum beating] [laughter] [cheering] [traditional music plays] [whooping] [celebratory folk music plays] [indistinct chatter] It will be you next, boy.

-Hmm?

-You need two people to make a marriage, Uncle.

Take it from me, there's someone very close to you just waiting to be asked.

I wouldn't call London close.

I'm talking about here, under your very nose.

She loves you, boy.

Any fool can see that.

Why don't you just get over there and ask her to dance?

Go on.

Why not?

Will you dance, Ruth?

You should visit more often, Ruth.

We don't see you enough.

You know, I...

I have a high regard for you.

I thought your regard was reserved for another.

I'm under no obligation to anyone.

I was talking of love, not obligation.

Whatever you've heard is not true.

[sighs] I'm a free man.

Free to love anyone I want.

What about you?

Do you love anyone?

There is someone I hold above all others in my affections.

Then he's a lucky man.

And does he feel the same way about you?

He knows nothing of my feelings for him.

Perhaps he knows more than you think.

That is for him to say.

Ruth, I'm sorry.

I... Forgive me.

-Come on, now.

-Come here and give me a kiss.

We're away.

Walk on.

Be sure to take care of my sister.

-Bye, Annie.

Take care.

-Bye, Annie.

Bye, Tom.

She might have married a more stable sort.

Bye!

Well, family life will settle him.

Hmm?

Bye!

Is this how you think a leader should behave?

Getting drunk at all hours of the day?

-Go away.

-You have responsibilities.

It's time you started taking them seriously.

-What responsibilities?

-You know what they are.

It's just you would rather wallow in self-pity over Lorna.

-Don't talk to me about her.

-It's time to let go.

Take another woman, if you want one so badly!

Leave me alone, both of you.

Put your mind to it.

You can achieve anything.

You have greatness in you.

Your men would walk through fire for you.

-Don't let them down.

-What is it you want, Father?

We must pledge our allegiance to Monmouth before it's too late.

We can go home to our lands in glory.

[thunder rumbles] Or we can stay here... and rot.

That is your choice.

[congregation singing] ♪ Beneath the shadow of Thy throne ♪ ♪ Thy saints have... ♪ [door opens] King Charles is dead!

Poisoned by the papists!

Lord Monmouth has landed at Lyme Regis to claim the throne, and every man in Dorset and Somerset is joining his army.

[cheering] Who says King Charles was poisoned?

Well... Well, I heard it in a tavern from a man who knows a cousin of the Queen's chambermaid.

He said that Monmouth had won great battles in Axminster and Bridport, and marches on London within the week.

To hell with James and popery!

[cheering] Don't be such damn fools!

If you have any sense, you'll stay out of this.

[man] I never took you for a papist before, John Ridd.

Even if I was... my religion is my own affair!

As it should be every man's.

A Protestant King for a Protestant country!

[congregation] Yes!

Why should we care who sits on the throne?

What do they have to do with us?

Does the King harvest your crop, Sam?

Or milk your cows?

Does he bring in the sheep from th e moors in the bad weather?

Let the rich and the powerful fight their battles, if they must, but leave us out of it.

[man 2] Yes, John.

The Doones... are pledged to support Monmouth.

Is that the kind of company you want to keep?

Many men will die in this adventure.

But none from this parish, if I can help it.

Go.

Go on!

If you really want to.

[door opens] [Annie sobs] Annie?

-What is it?

What's the matter?

-It's Tommy.

He's gone off with Monmouth and the rebels.

You have to go after him.

[Annie] He's been drinking more and more... and talking about the old days when he was a highwayman.

Here, Annie, drink this.

Because he was getting bored with farming.

Why Monmouth?

I think he'd have joined up with the Turkish army if they'd been passing by.

I was always scared he'd come to no good one day.

Don't say anything against him, Mother.

I won't hear it.

My baby can't be fatherless before it's born.

Bring him back to me, John.

Please.

You don't have to do this.

Why should you risk your life for him?

Because he'd do the same for me.

[sighs] If I don't come back... tell Lorna...

Doesn't matter.

[poignant music plays] Whoa.

[canon firing] [horse whinnies] [nearby gunfire] Soldier?

Soldier.

[officer] Get ready to move out on the signal.

Soldier, what is it?

Ah!

[officer] Look behind you and start retreating.

[gunshot] [man groans] -[gunshot] -Aargh!

[panicked breaths] -Where's Monmouth's army?

-Monmouth is finished!

Everyone's for the King now.

-I'm looking for Tom Faggus.

-He's dead.

All dead.

Winnie.

[officer] You four men, move around to the left.

The rest of you, wait till I tell you to move right.

[gunfire] [dramatic music plays] [John groaning softly] Damn you, Tom.

Tom.

Come on.

Drink.

You know I prefer brandy.

[both laughing] Yes.

-Do you think you can move?

-No, no, no.

Put me on Winnie's back, and we'll die together.

Hey, you are not gonna die.

Alive or dead, she'll take me back to Annie.

You should never have left her.

All things considered, I agree.

Come on.

[Tom groaning] Steady, Winnie.

Steady.

Come on, come with me.

Come on, come on.

-Whoa there.

Whoa.

-whoa.

-Careful.

-No one will get me now.

I'll follow you as soon as I can.

Go.

Go, Winnie.

[soldier] Pull harder!

Pull, I say!

Keep moving!

[tense music plays] [horse whinnies] God save the King.

Down from your horse, rebel.

I'm a faithful servant of King James.

Then drink his health with us.

The King.

How much ransom would a mother pay for you, rebel?

I told you, I'm no rebel.

-I'm an honest farmer.

-A farmer?

Well, then, come to our barren tree and make it fruitful.

I have the right to a fair hearing!

Traitors have no rights.

Come here!

Come on!

-Shoot him, you idiots.

-Hold your fire!

What is the meaning of this?

I can vouch for this man.

He's honest and loyal.

In which case, why was he riding away from the battlefield?

No doubt he has some good reason.

All prisoners must answer to the Lord Chief Justice.

He will, I promise.

I hold you personally answerable, Captain Stickles.

[John] Phew!

[laughs] Thank God you came.

You saved my life once, John.

Honored to return the favor.

Well, don't leave it quite so late next time.

[both laughing] I wish I could set you free.

If I turn you loose, you'll be branded an outlaw and hunted down.

-So where are we going?

-London.

[ominous music plays] [man] Mind your backs!

[Stickles] Mind your backs, coming through.

We lost ten men at Sedgemoor and another six after.

That leaves barely more than 30 fit to fight.

It's enough.

One well-armed man could hold the Doone gate against an army of 10,000.

We can't defend this place forever.

They're hanging anyone who fought with Monmouth.

If we stay here, they'll kill us all in the end.

-We should think about leaving.

-This is Doone land.

I will never give it up.

We will stand or fall here.

-Listen-- -I listened to you before and look what happened.

When Lorna comes home, she'll find me here, waiting for her.

For heaven's sake, forget about her now!

You've lost her.

Never.

[cheering and applause] [clerk] Thomas Carter, rebel.

[Jeffreys] Guilty.

Death by hanging.

[cheering and applause] [clerk] Septimus Pope, rebel.

[Jeffreys] Hanging.

[cheering and applause] [clerk] Christopher Belton, rebel.

-Hanging.

-My Lord, I'm innocent!

My dear fellow, if you were innocent you wouldn't be here.

[cheering and applause] [officer] John Ridd, rebel.

-Hanging.

-My lord!

This man has done good service to the Crown.

John Ridd, I remember you well.

I fear you took little heed of my advice.

I've done nothing wrong!

I think you gambled at politics and backed the losing side.

Well, you must pay your debt.

It's a pity.

My lord, I'm certain he is loyal to the King.

-Has he proof of this?

-No.

But with your indulgence, he may yet produce it.

Captain, you have five seconds to explain your riddles before I hang you, too.

It is well known that the Doones were among Monmouth's closest allies.

No one knows their ways better than this man.

Let him be your instrument in their destruction.

Do I need a rebel farmer's help to rid King James of his enemies?

Of course not, my lord, but the Doones' stronghold is well protected.

Your Honor, give me a few well-trained men and I can finish the job once and for all.

Very well.

Succeed against the Doones and your loyalty will be well rewarded.

Fail and you'll join them on the scaffold.

Give him what he needs.

Come on, John.

Stand aside!

-[Stickles] Uncuff this man.

-[clerk] Tom Neff, rebel.

[Jeffreys] Guilty.

Death by hanging.

-[cheering and applause] -[clerk] Ned Grimes, rebel.

[Jeffreys] Hanging.

[clerk] Baron de Whichehalse, rebel.

There's something I need to do before we go.

I take it you're talking about Lorna.

[John sighs heavily] -I have to see her.

-It won't be easy.

There's nothing of the farm girl left now.

Lady Dugal's wealth and beauty are the toast of society.

She's said to be a favorite of Queen Mary herself.

She attends Mass each week at Whitehall with the King and his court.

We leave at dawn on Monday.

You could go and have a look tomorrow, if you want.

[crowd cheers and applauds] [wistful music plays] [door bangs] John Ridd?

My Lady Dugal.

Won't you call me Lorna?

If you command it.

Command?

There's no place for commands between old friends.

I had thought that we were a little more than friends once.

None more so than me.

Perhaps we were both mistaken.

So it seems.

Well, I see you have a... fine house now.

It belongs to my uncle, Earl Brandir.

Why did you send for me?

[sighs] I thought you might want to see me again.

There was a time... when I would have given anything to be by your side.

And now?

Why wish for something that can only cause me pain?

If my presence so offends you... maybe you should leave.

John, how can you be so cruel?

You break my heart, and then accuse me of cruelty?

I waited so long for some answer to my letters.

All those terrible days and months, and not a single word from you.

-You wrote to me?

-Dozens of times.

Nothing ever came.

And all my letters to you were returned.

What letters?

You sent these to me?

Faithfully.

Then what happened?

Gwenny.

Gwenny, tell me you sent my letters.

You couldn't be some common farmer's wife.

Not now you're a fine lady.

It's the way of the world.

High don't mix with low.

Do you know how much pain you've caused?

I only did it for the best.

Leave us.

I'll decide what to do with you later.

You should have known I could never do such a thing to you.

I didn't know what to think.

Will you never see how much I love you?

I have a death sentence hanging over me.

And even if Jeffreys do esn't kill me, the Doones probably will.

You'll be safe.

I know it.

In any case, we both know th e King will never let you marry a man without status or title.

I'm sure fate will provide for us somehow.

[dog barking] [John] Mother!

Mother!

[officer] Dismount!

-John!

-Lizzie, I've missed you.

John.

[baby gurgling] -Where's Tom?

-He's safe.

Where is he?

Oh, don't worry.

I'm here to br ing the Doones to justice.

No one else.

He is close by.

-You mean... -[Tom] She means here.

Oh, ow!

You should be in hiding.

You'll hang with the other rebels if Jeffreys' men get hold of you.

I wanted to see my son.

If I'm given another chance, I won't make the same mistake again.

[baby gurgling] When will you attack the Doones?

Tomorrow.

At dawn.

[suspenseful music plays] I want more men at the top!

[man] The men are all ready.

[men laughing] [John] I told you they'd all be guarding the front.

Now we need to get nearer.

You and you, follow me.

Come on.

[whispers] We'll have to take the sentry in this tower before we can get to the meeting hall through the trees.

Soldier, give me your musket.

[whispers] Stop.

-[gunshot] -Aargh!

Who is that?

[man screams] Everybody get back!

[men shouting] Move!

[woman screams] [women screaming] [Tom] Marwood!

[men shouting, swords clashing] [John] Tom, look out!

Aargh!

[poignant music plays] [men groaning] Who fired the shot that killed my father?

Tell me!

Carver.

Any sign of Carver?

Captain Stickles has told me of your good service to the Crown.

In recognition, I've decided to be merciful.

You'll... You'll still be hanged, of course, but I'll spare you the drawing and the quartering.

It was a joke.

[both gasp] [Jeffreys] No?

Well, the King is well pleased with you.

You may return home without a stain on your reputation.

Against my advice, I might say... he has also... offered you a reward of 50 gold sovereigns.

You're not pleased?

Of course, my lord.

Only... there's one thing that money can't buy me.

I take it you're referring to Lady Lorna Dugal?

You presume a great deal.

I know that.

Well, I'll speak to His Majesty.

The Queen is of a romantic disposition, such a marriage might appeal to her.

But then again, you see, Lady Lorna cannot marry a commoner.

So I suppose...

I'll have to persuade His Majesty, and it won't be easy, to give you a knighthood.

Thank you, my lord!

Go.

What is it now?

There's one more thing, Your Honor.

Spit it out, man.

A pardon for Tom Faggus.

The man is a renegade.

You test my patience, John.

He fought with equal bravery against the Doones.

I hear his name mentioned again, I hang him on principle.

Get out, before I change my mind.

[romantic music plays] [woman] It's a lovely day for a wedding.

-[man] Hurry up, you're late.

-[woman] Come on, you're late!

[man] Come on!

[man] You'd better get that moving, you!

[parson] Does anyone know of any reason why these two people should not be joined in holy matrimony?

Speak now, or forever hold your peace.

[man clears throat] Do you, Sir John Ridd, take Lorna, Lady Dugal, to be thy lawful wedded wife?

I do.

And do you, Lorna, take Sir John Ridd to be thy lawful wedded husband?

I do.

The ring.

Then I now pronounce you man and wife.

That which God hath joined together, let no man put asunder.

[congregation] Ah!

[indistinct chatter] [daunting music plays] [door bangs] [woman] No!

[panicked cries] [poignant music plays] No!

[women sobbing] [woman] It was a Doone.

[dramatic music plays] Yah!

Yah!

Yah!

[John] No!

No!

No!

[John groans] Aah!

[straining] [groaning] [panting] [horse whinnies] -Where is she?

-Upstairs.

John.

John.

She's still warm.

She is alive.

I've removed the shot and dressed the wound.

If she survives the night, she has a chance.

Thank you.

[John sniffles] [poignant music plays] [wind blusters outside] I...

I dreamt I was in a strange, dark place.

Carver was there.

He told me I had to stay with him as his Queen.

You're home now.

He will never have you.

[wistful music plays] [door closes] [laughter] John, oh!

-She's all right?

-Yes.

-[Sarah] She isn't dead!

-[Tom] Lorna's all right.

-[Annie] She's well, then?

-[Tom] You have the luck.

[Bloxham] Come on.

[closing theme music plays]