Brigadoon Page #3

They've probably left by now.

Maybe they haven't.

I'm goin' to see.

I'll pick up the bread for ya.

Jean! Are you daft?

How can you even think

of goin' out today?

Supposin' you run into Charlie.

Do you want to start out your marriage

under a cloud of bad luck?

"- I'll get the bread.

- Oh, but, Fiona..."

Who ever heard of a bride bein' seen

on the day of her weddin'?

I'm surprised at you

for even thinkin' of it.

Lovely.

"Oh, you're a winnin' lad.

A right winnin' lad!"

"You've noticed that, have you?"

Do you have a wife?

I never touch the stuff.

I don't believe in marriage.

I've seen too many happy love affairs

broken up by it.

"Oh, you're a braw and handsome lad,

Mr. Douglas."

You should see me when I'm rested.

I'm almost robust.

We do not have enough lads

in Brigadoon.

"Enough for everybody else,

or enough for you?"

There are so few single lads

in town.

It's hard for a lass

to catch a husband.

It would be so nice if ya

could stay a while. Could ya?

I'll have to ask my pop.

We came over here to hunt grouse.

And coming from this hill...

"- Oh.

- Good mornin', dearie."

Father asked me

to remind ya...

to be sure and come sign

the family Bible this afternoon.

I'll be over.

"- How was breakfast, sir?

- Wonderful. Thanks."

Where's my bride?

She's home...

palpitatin'.

Isn't that your bride?

"No, lad.

That's her older sister, Fiona."

- Do you mind if I have more ale?

- Help yourself.

"Here, old tank.

Amuse yourself."

I thought we were going hunting.

I am.

See you at the weddin'.

Can I carry that for you?

"No, thank you.

I do not have far to go with it."

"You're very busy today,

aren't you?"

"- Aye, my sister...

- They told me she's getting married."

- I was overjoyed.

- That's very kind of ya.

"Not at all. In this case,

her happiness is mine."

"Besides, Charlie's a nice kid."

"Aye, he is that."

It's wonderfully refreshing

these days...

to see someone so enthusiastic

about getting married.

- Is it so unusual?

- I think so.

I was thinking of facing

the minister once...

and I certainly wasn't

bubbling over like Charlie.

Oh?

"Oh, what?"

I'm very surprised.

You do not look like the sort of lad

who'd be thinkin' of settlin' down.

I didn't say that. I just said

I was thinking of getting married.

"Well, if ya felt that way..."

'tis a very good thing ya didn't.

"Yes, I suppose it was

a very good thing I didn't."

"- Good mornin', Fiona.

- Good day, Mrs. Maclntosh."

- This is...

- Albright. Tommy Albright.

- Likewise.

- He's just passin' through.

Where do ya come from?

From America.

You're an American?

Isn't that all right?

"Aye, of course."

"- The bread, Mrs. Maclntosh.

- Aye."

Andrew! Come to the window

and look at the stranger!

He's an American.

She gives us bread

for our potatoes.

- That's nice.

- She's a very nice lady.

'Tis just that...

People don't come here

very often.

Aye. You're very understandin'.

"No, I'm not."

I don't understand one thing

about this place.

The bread will be ready in an hour.

I'll bring it to your cottage.

"- Thank you, Mrs. Maclntosh.

- Good day."

Good day.

I've been wanting

to do that all day.

Now where?

I must gather some heather

for the weddin' decorations.

Where do you do that?

"On the far hill,

where the heather is."

Do you mind if I come along?

- Why did ya want to?

- Why?

"Oh, I don't know exactly."

Maybe it's because

I've nothing much else to do.

Or maybe it's because I'm so

full of wonder about this place...

and want to stay a little longer.

Or maybe it's because

I remember how relieved I was...

when I found out it was

your sister's wedding day and not yours.

Can't we two

go walkin' together

Out beyond

the valley of trees

Out where there's

a hillside of heather

Curtsyin' gently

in the breeze

That's what I'd like to do

See the heather

But with you

The mist of May

is in the gloamin'

And all the clouds

are holdin' still

So take my hand

and let's go roamin'

Through the heather

on the hill

The mornin' dew

is blinkin' yonder

There's lazy music

in the rill

And all I wanna do is wander

Through the heather

on the hill

There may be other days

as rich and rare

There may be other springs

as full and fair

But they won't be the same

They'll come and go

For this

I know

That when the mist

is in the gloamin'

And all the clouds

are holdin' still

If you're not there

I won't go roamin'

Through the heather

on the hill

The heather

On the hill

"- Here's your waistcoat, Mr. Campbell.

- Thank you, Harry."

'Tis good to see ya.

"- Wait a minute, lad.

- What for?"

Why don't ya take my hand?

I'm not your enemy.

"Ye may not mean to be, but ye are,

and so is everybody in this town."

Why do ya hate everybody?

I couldn't get through seein' her

marry someone else if I didn't.

What else can ya do when ya realize

your life means less than nothin'?

I cannot leave here.

I cannot go to the university

and make something o' myself...

and I cannot have Jean.

So there's nothin' left to do

but to hate everything and everybody...

in this cursed town.

"You'll never find peace

by hatin', lad."

It only shuts ya off more

from the world...

and this is only a cursed town

if ya make it so.

"To the rest of us,

'tis a blessed place."

Who was that?

My waistcoat came.

You should be gettin' ready.

I was waitin' for Fiona.

Where is she?

She's been gone for hours.

Go to your room.

Close the door.

"Charlie, go 'round to the window."

Here's the Bible.

There's the quill and ink.

Now sit ye down there and sign

right under the name...

of my dear departed wife.

"And when you've done that,

take your leave!"

"Aye, sir."

This is where I come all day

and tend my flock.

"When I say it sounds fascinating,

I want you to believe me."

- It's a very picturesque view.

- Thank ya.

- What for?

- For likin' where I've brought ya.

It makes me very happy.

"- You get happy very easily, don't you?

- Aye."

I haven't been in a shed like this

since I was in college...

"which at this point seems

a good 2,000 years ago."

"- Ya mean you're tired?

- Aye, lassie, I'm tired."

"That's what you brought me here for,

wasn't it, so I could take a nap?"

I should not think a long walk

would fatigue a young lad like ye.

"- A young lad?

- Aye, you're very young."

That's either a deliberate lie

or wishful thinking.

"I am ancient, decrepit

and disintegrating rapidly."

My mother and father

met in this shed.

We all make mistakes.

My mother was a gypsy...

and one day she was

walkin' past this shed...

and she saw my father

lyin' down asleep.

"She liked his looks,

and she was achin' for a husband."

"So, she took off her shoes,

sat in the rocking chair there..."

and waited for him to wake up.

And it was not long after that

that I was born.

That's one of the sweetest

bedtime stories I've ever heard.

"What's under here, your father?"

Thank you very much.

You've been more than kind.

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