Brigadoon Page #4

"Now, if you want to round out

your generosity, buzz off."

I just hate to leave ya.

"You better. When I sleep,

I make all sorts of odd noises."

Who told ya?

Ya do not have a wife.

I was engaged once.

You're a right winnin' lad.

You should have someone

to take care of ya.

I don't know what you're after.

I just wanna go to sleep.

Now go!

Go?

But do ya not see?

I'm highly attracted to ya.

"Why, when I look at ya, I feel

wee tadpoles jumpin' in my spine."

That's about as repulsive an idea

as I've heard in years.

"If love were a hobby,

you'd be a collector's item."

All you men are all alike.

- I should certainly hope so.

- You're all brutes!

Ya get what ya want from a lass

an' then 'tis farewell!

Get what I want?

I can't even get you to go away!

That's what I'm referrin' to.

I thought ya wanted to propose to me.

That's why ya brought me here.

You misled me.

You sure have one lulu

of an imagination.

"Can you think of one good reason

why I, a strange man..."

"should be interested in proposing

to you, a mighty strange woman..."

and at this hour of the day?

"Because you're a lad,

and I'm a lass."

"With that philosophy, you must have

had a provocative career."

Now go. Be off.

Away with ya.

- But...

- Go tend your flock.

"Fiona! There's some white heather,

lots of it."

"Tommy, stop!"

There isn't any

white heather over there.

Of course there is.

There's plenty...

What is it?

What frightened you?

'Tis nothin'.

Is it the bridge? Why do you have

such a look of fear on your face?

I cannot say.

Why can't you?

"Fiona, what's the matter?

What's going on around here?"

What was all that business

about Charlie and a miracle?

"Hey, look out! Tommy!"

What happened? Tommy!

Are you all right?

"If there's anything I hate,

it's you."

Any civilized person

would be dead by now.

Maybe the sun

gave me the power

For I could swim Loch Lomond

and be home in half an hour

Maybe the air

gave me the drive

For I'm all aglow

And alive

What a day this has been

What a rare mood I'm in

Why it's almost

like bein' in love

There's a smile on my face

For the whole human race

"Why, it's almost

like bein' in love"

All the music of life

seems to be

Like a bell that is ringin'

for me

And from the way

that I feel

When that bell

starts to peal

I could swear I was fallin'

I would swear I was fallin'

It's almost like bein'

In love

When we walked up the brae

Not a word did we say

It was

And her arm linked in mine

Made the world kind of fine

It was

"Why, it's"

Almost like bein' in love

"Why, it's almost like bein'

in love"

Life seems to be

Like a bell

that keeps ringin'

For me

And from the way that I feel

When that bell starts to peal

I would swear I was fallin'

I could swear I was fallin'

It's almost like bein'

In love

- Aren't we headin' back?

- There's no hurry.

Let's stick around a while.

There's gonna be a wedding.

"- Yours?

- Oh, very funny."

I thought we came to Scotland

to go grouse shooting.

I'd like to get one little bird

before the day is over.

- What's the matter?

- Hey.

I must be a little touched.

Listen to this.

"Married:
Elizabeth Lang

to Andrew Campbell..."

"July 2nd, 1719."

What about it?

People used to get married then.

"No, wait a minute.

"Children:
Fiona."

"Born October 10th, 1732."

"Jean. Born April 8th, 1736."

Well?

Fiona told me Jean's four years younger.

- Well?

- They're the sisters in this Bible!

That's ridiculous.

They're probably just named after them.

"- You know Charlie's last name, right?

- Dalrymple, isn't it?"

"Dalrymple, yes.

Get this."

"Married:
Jean Campbell to

Charles Chisholm Dalrymple..."

"May 24th, 1754."

Now what do you say?

Congratulations.

I don't understand.

No Brigadoon on the map.

All those odd things that happened when

I was out with Fiona this afternoon...

all that stuff about a miracle...

and now this.

Why are you getting so worked up?

"If it makes 'em happy to disregard

200 years of human bing-bang, let 'em."

"There must be a logical explanation

for this, logical enough even for you."

You don't have to explain

anything to me. I don't care.

What's the matter?

Is that your name

in this Bible?

Aye.

Someone seems to have

messed up your book.

What does it mean?

You must tell me.

"There is an explanation for it,

isn't there?"

"Aye, there is,

but I cannot tell ya."

Is there anybody who can?

I've got to know.

- You must talk with the dominie.

- Who?

"Our schoolmaster, Mr. Lundie."

"- Where does he live?

- Down the road in a tree, maybe."

"He does not live in a tree, Mr. Douglas.

Mr. Lundie's a great man."

"All right, Tommy,

I'll take you to him."

I hadn't wanted to...

because it'll be so hard

for you to believe what you'll hear.

And I wanted...

I wanted you to stay with me...

'til the end of our day.

Take us to see Mr. Lundie.

Aye.

"Is it informal,

or should I wear my Napoleon hat?"

"Good day, Mr. Lundie."

"Why, hello, Fiona.

What a pleasant surprise."

"Mr. Lundie, I'd like you

to meet Mr. Tommy Albright..."

and Mr. Jeff Douglas.

"- Good afternoon, gentlemen.

- How do you do, sir?"

Good afternoon.

Where do you gentlemen come from?

- We're from New York.

- New York?

We changed it from New Amsterdam.

- So I understand.

- The British changed it.

"Confidentially, though, as soon as

Washington organizes himself..."

"we're gonna chase them out,

but keep it under your hat."

"Put a cork in it,

will you, Jeff?"

"Mr. Lundie, I was wonderin'

if you'd be good enough..."

to tell these gentlemen

about Brigadoon.

They've heard and

they've seen a great deal...

and they're very perplexed indeed.

- Perplexed is right.

- I would very much like him...

I mean them... to know.

I see.

"- Will you not be seated, gentlemen?

- Thank you."

"From what I gather, nobody can talk

about the place around here but you."

"- Ls that right?

- No, that's wrong."

Mr. Forsythe could've told ya.

"Forsythe? I've heard about him,

but I didn't meet him."

Likely not.

I think he's dead.

"That would stand in the way,

I suppose."

"Let me warn you that what I'm goin'

to tell ya, ya will not believe."

That's all right.

We've already been warned.

Why won't we believe it?

Because what happened

in Brigadoon was a miracle...

and most folks

do not believe in miracles.

"Miracles require faith,

and faith seems to be as dead as..."

Mr. Forsythe?

Aye.

Now this miracle happened...

Let me see.

- What day is it?

- Friday.

Friday. That means it happened

exactly 200 years ago.

Two hundred years ago the Highlands

of Scotland were plagued with witches...

wicked sorcerers who were

takin' the Scottish people...

away from the teachings of God

and puttin' the devil into their souls.

"They were indeed

horrible, destructive women."

- I do not suppose you have such women.

- Witches?

"Oh, we have 'em.

We pronounce it differently."

It did not matter that

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