Bonnie Scotland Page #3

l...

That's the postman.

A brisk morning, Mr. Douglas.

- Good morning, Mr. Miggs.

- Good morning.

Wait. Are you sure that's all?

There isn't one for me?

Sorry, lad, but that's all.

Sorry, sir.

- Ollie.

- What?

Do you feel a draft?

After what I've gone through,

nothing matters.

Come in.

Good morning, Mr. Miggs.

- What ye doing? You're all dressed up.

- We're in the army. How do we look?

God save the king.

I wonder if we could ask

a favor of you, Mr. Miggs.

Well, that depends. What is it?

You see, sir, we're leaving town.

And if any mail should come for us...

...will you forward it to that address?

- Well, I might do that.

"Private McLaurel. Private Hardy.

Third Battalion,

Caledonia Highlanders, Pellore...

...Northwest Frontier Province, India."

India.

Well, that's a coincidence.

That's the station commanded

by Colonel McGregor.

If you see Lady Ormsby

or Miss Lorna McLaurel...

...will you give them my regards?

- We certainly will.

- Thank you.

- Goodbye, Mr. Miggs.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Alan.

- Goodbye, Mr. Miggs.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye, Ollie.

- Goodbye, Stanley.

Goodbye, Alan.

Well, wait. Wait!

I've found a way out, Mr. Miggs.

Oh, I appreciate everything you've done,

but this means more to me than my life.

- Will you release me?

- I'll not stand in your way, laddie.

- Oh, thank you, sir.

- But where are you going?

- I'm going to Lorna. To India.

- To India?

My, my.

The wonders of youth.

India.

Cool them off slowly.

They've had a run.

- Happy?

- Oh, yes, Greg. The ride was glorious.

- Am I improving?

- I would say you were perfect.

- Oh, Greg, I'm afraid you're prejudiced.

- Right.

Of all the selfish people...

If it means anything to you two,

I've been waiting here for over an hour.

One must admire Vi Ormsby's skill.

She's managed the whole affair.

It's a positive godsend

for Colonel McGregor.

It hasn't been easy

with nothing but his pay.

- Has the girl money?

- Oodles of it, my dear.

Comes into one of the richest estates

in Scotland when she becomes 21.

- The colonel handles it till then.

- Oh, now I understand.

- lf he marries, he'll...

- "lf"? My dear, it's as good as settled.

Vi is clever, deucedly clever.

We'd just ridden down by the river...

- Beg pardon, sir.

- What is it?

General Fletcher's compliments.

Wishes to see you.

- All right, corporal. I'll be over.

- Very good, sir.

I'll be back as soon as I can.

You should be very proud of your

brother, Vi. He's such a good soldier.

But I am very proud of him.

He's too much of a soldier.

I wish he'd forget orders, routines and

commands and think more of himself.

- He seems well satisfied.

- That's just it. He's too well satisfied.

Content to settle down here

and get nothing personal out of life.

He lives too much unto himself.

You know, what he needs is a wife.

Well, are you suggesting

we pick one for him?

Listen, Lorna, let's stop fencing.

You know very well what I'm getting at.

Greg adores you and wants you to

be his wife. Why don't you marry him?

Greg's a dear, Vi. I do like him.

Love him in a way.

But I've never thought of him

as a husband. Really, I haven't.

You see...

...most of my heart's

been in Scotland. Alan.

Oh, stop it, Lorna. We promised never

to speak of that again.

The boy that's never written to you,

never thought about you.

Don't be so silly.

Maybe you're right. I am silly.

I'll forget it. I have to.

We'll live only in the future.

- And Greg?

- Perhaps...

...and Greg.

- Oh, splendid, darling.

Right away. Hurry up. This way.

Everything's ready.

Everything's... Everything...

What are you two holding up

this line for? Come on!

Get off!

Ready!

Forward...

...march!

I had to see you personally.

- Then it's serious.

- Very.

- Trouble with Khan Mir Jutra.

- That fellow again?

Yet I wish I could meet him and

have my way. I'd teach him a lesson.

Well, it's because you've

never met him that I'm here.

I'm sending you to Fort Rannu.

Oh, yes, yes. l... I know it's a nuisance,

but the fellow's dangerous.

There's only three officers

and a handful of men there.

If he goes mad and kicks over the traces,

they'll be butchered like sheep.

Take whatever force you think adequate

and move up to Rannu.

- At once, sir?

- Oh, Monday will do.

Soothe Jutra's feelings, if possible...

...but if he won't listen to reason,

let him have it as hard as you can.

- Right?

- Right, sir.

The new draft is nearly here, sir.

- I'll be on the parade ground in moments.

- Very good, sir.

Company, halt!

Right turn!

Orders up!

Attention!

Platoon, hut!

Present, hut!

Stand them at ease, please.

Stand at ease.

Stand at ease.

As your commanding officer...

...I welcome you to India.

- Do you care to say a few words, sir?

- Yes.

Now, I want to impress

upon you men two facts:

First, that the most important thing with

which you'll have to contend is the sun.

Sunstroke can kill a man just as surely,

just as swiftly as a native bullet.

And second, you've got to remember

that India is truly a land of mystery.

With a great deal that even to us

old campaigners is strange...

...and difficult of explanation.

You'll therefore have to take on trust...

...many things which may appear to you

not only unreasonable...

...but at times...

...absolutely impossible.

That's all I have to say,

Colonel McGregor.

- Dismiss the parade.

- Sir.

Company, attention!

Dismissed!

- See you later.

- All right, Alan.

- Goodbye.

- Goodbye.

I wonder where

we get the key to our room.

I don't know. I'll find out.

Oh, sergeant.

- What is it?

- Where do we get the key for our room?

Yeah, we'd like to take a bath.

We're all worn out. Aren't we?

What do you think this is? Get to

the barracks before I lose my temper.

- Come on! Get out of here.

- All we want is a room.

A room and bath.

Come on, boys, clear out.

- Alan.

- Yes?

You going to see Lorna?

- Say, Ollie.

- What?

What was that the general was trying

to tell us that he didn't know himself?

You know, about the mysteries

or something.

I don't know. Ask old leatherpuss.

- Who?

- Leatherpuss.

Sergeant Leatherpuss.

- Are you speaking to me?

- Yes, sir.

Who informed you

my name was Leatherpuss?

He did.

My name is Sergeant Finlayson to you

from now on. Now, what do you want?

I was trying to find out

what the general meant...

...when he said about the mysteries...

- A couple of newies, boys.

Not dry behind the ears yet.

- Explain to them what the general meant.

- We'll take care of that.

"Leatherpuss."

I'll remember that.

You tattletale.

"Leatherpuss."

- Why don't you look where you're going!

- I'm sorry, sergeant. I didn't see you.

Hey. Did you see that?

That was one of the things

the general was talking about.

That was one of them mirages.

You know what a mirage is, don't you?

A mirage is something

that you see that isn't there...

...or something that is there,

but you can't see it.

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