Brigadoon Page #6

Or ye won't get another day

- How did it happen?

- He must've hit his head on a rock.

"Ah, the poor lad!"

"Oh, Harry, my son, my son."

How could ya be so ungrateful?

"Oh, I'm so ashamed for ye."

I'm so ashamed for ye.

"Look here, all of ya. There's been

enough sorrow for one weddin' night."

Don't tell anyone he's dead.

Just say he was stopped.

They can find out in the mornin'.

I'll take him to my cottage.

No one will see him.

"- Father, what happened?

- It's all right. The alarm is over."

"- Was he hurt bad?

- No, just scratched a wee bit."

He'll be fine and fit

in the mornin'.

Now let's all come back

to the weddin' supper.

"- Aren't ya comin', Fiona?

- Aye, Father."

"Angus, did ya see

Tommy, the American?"

"Aye, dearie.

I saw him cross the bridge."

"Angus, did he come back?"

I did not see him.

They stopped him just in time.

He wasn't far from the brook.

"Yes, they told me."

"Oh, Fiona, when I think

what could have happened..."

"Your whole world, gone forever."

I thought my world was gone.

I thought you'd left.

Without saying good-bye to you?

You know I wouldn't do that.

I know ya wouldn't have.

"Tommy, darlin'."

I can't leave you.

I can't.

Lundie said you could stay

if you love someone enough...

and I do.

I love you.

I'd better hurry and find him.

There's not much time.

- Are they after you now?

- I'm looking for Lundie.

I've got something

very important to tell you.

I'm not going back with you.

I'm gonna stay here.

"Oh, that's nice."

"Please, Jeff, be serious,

just for once."

I am. I'm being serious

all over the place.

"I tell ya, I feel more

a part of her and all this..."

than I ever felt about Jane

or anybody or anything back home.

- Great.

- I can't give it up. I belong here.

"Yeah, you belong here, all right.

No doubt about it."

"Milking cows in the morning,

planting little things..."

"weaving, butter churning."

"That's for you, boy.

You'll have a ball."

"And just think,

you can do it for always, always..."

"in a town that's got one of

the longest "always" on record."

It's got nothing to do with

all these things you're talking about.

Don't you see?

I believe in her.

"And what's more, I believe

in this place, and I can't leave."

"Well, kiddies,

that's what happened to Tommy today."

"But what about his friend, Jeff?

Well, he had fun too."

Tonight he went running off through

the woods after some Highland hothead...

who was gonna make

all the people disappear...

by crossing the wrong street.

"Well, after a while

Jeff thought he saw a bird..."

"perched low in a tree,

and he shot at it."

Something fell to the ground.

"He rushed over to it,

and what do you think it was?"

It was Hothead Harry.

"Yes, sir, the boy dervish himself,

lying there looking all dead."

You mean you...

To kill somebody somewhere else in the

world would have been an awful thing.

But Harry was a citizen

of the little town that wasn't there...

and he probably never lived

in the first place.

"Chances are,

there weren't even any woods."

"In fact, the whole day

probably never even happened..."

"because, you see,

this is a fairy tale."

"Oh, Jeff, you poor guy.

You must feel horrible."

"What do you mean, I must feel?"

What am I supposed to feel

in a voodoo joint like this?

"Dream stuff, boy, all made up

out of broomsticks and wishing wells."

It's that or a boot camp for lunatics.

I don't know what goes on around here.

"All I know is that whatever it is,

it's got nothing to do with me or you..."

and anything that happens

to either of us just doesn't count!

How can it when

you don't understand it?

"And you want to give up your family,

your friends, your whole life for this?"

It's not even worth arguing about.

Now go say good-bye to the little people

and thank them for the picnic.

"You're confused, aren't you, boy?"

"You know, if you believed as much

as you think you do, you wouldn't be."

"Tommy, Fiona tells me

you want to stay."

I'll wait for you by the bridge.

"Tommy, what did he mean by that?"

What is it?

"Fiona, it's me.

I thought..."

"Do not be ashamed

of yourself, lad."

It's the hardest thing in the world

to give everything...

though it's usually the only way

to get everything.

"You'd better hurry, Fiona.

There's not much time left."

"Fiona, do you understand at all?"

- I think so.

- Then you're not sorry I came?

"No, I'm glad.

I'll be less lonely now."

Real loneliness is not

bein' in love in vain...

but not bein' in love at all.

- Lf I only had more time.

- It's not your fault.

'Tis the end of our day!

"- Lt isn't because I don't love you.

- I know, I know."

"But to stay, I had to have

no fears and no doubts."

"Aye, Tommy, aye."

"Good-bye, Tommy..."

"and do not forget

any day, any night..."

that always and always...

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

"Peter, Peter,

I left the dogs in the car."

Will you be a dear and ask the driver

to take them home and feed them?

"I can't afford to get a divorce,

what with community property and taxes."

- But alimony is deductible.

- But she'll want capital.

I can't give her that.

It isn't fair to the children.

"Darling, I'm so sorry I'm late,

but I had the most agonizing afternoon."

My new analyst is divine.

He has the most

marvelous new theory.

He believes that childhood

hasn't got anything to do with anything.

- Sounds dreamy.

- I've got my standards.

"I'll lie, cheat,

steal for this company..."

but I will not

give up my integrity.

I feel that a man is of value

to the organization as long as he...

"- Yes, it arrived this afternoon.

- Have Andre fix it for a party at 6:00."

Tell him for me that if he

messes up the sauce this time...

"Great little car.

Hiya, Jeff."

Once you get into

one of those foreign cars...

"But, honey, why don't you

try and see my side of it?"

"Frank, bring me another brandy."

"- Lt's bourbon, sir.

- It is?"

"That's all you've had for four months,

ever since you got back from Scotland."

Is that right?

I just decided I don't like it.

It's not near as good as the whiskey

Mother used to make. I'll have brandy.

"- Yes, sir.

- Honey, I can't get home tonight."

"I know, but I can't

let the boss down."

He's got this girl

that he wants to take out...

and he needs another man along

so it won't look like she's with him.

"Yes, dear."

"You'd better bring me

two glasses of water, Frank."

"I know, baby, but we can celebrate

your birthday tomorrow night."

"Honey, I can't take any longer.

I've gotta get back. Talk to you later."

Frank? Sorry.

"- Sorry.

- Would you like dinner, Mr. Douglas?"

- No. Bring me my lunch check.

- Certainly.

I think I'll eat out tonight.

"- Frank, bring me another.

- So soon? Where's the last one?"

It vanished...

like Brigadoon.

"Like who, sir?"

That was the name

of my brother who ran away.

"Good evening, Mr. Albright.

Your table will be ready in a moment."

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