The Ghost Goes West
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THE GHOST GOES WES Based on a novel by Eric Keown
CAS 18th Century Scotland
- What are we waiting for? - We're
not to be denied by the Glouries!
If they refuse to open,
we'll break down the door!
Wist, lads!
I tell you again, we will see
the accursed Glourie.
And if you don't open the door,
we'll break it down.
Aye? Aye? But you daren't
disturb the Glourie!
Here, your medicine, Glourie.
The physician said...
Never mind what the physician said!
My medicine has always been whisky.
But I tell youGlourie, he said
that it would kill you!
I will not die.
I will not die until I seen
my son go to the war!
- What was that?
- The MacLaggan!
Here's the Glourie!
And what business have men
of clan MacLaggan with me this day?
Give me my bonnet.
Gavin Glourie, we come to tell
you that me and my five sons
and all the men of clan MacLaggan,
are marching to fight the English
for the glory of Scotland.
and we rejoice that in the battle
there will not be one fighting man
that bears the hated
name of Glourie.
I am too old and too ill
to fight this day,
but if, by accident,
any of you MacLaggan
the front line of battle,
you will see there my son Murdoch!
Your son Murdoch, eh?
Ay!
We saw him just now in a field
playing with women. Young women!
A better occupation for
a Glourie than war!
Fetch me my son!
He will repay you for this insult!
He'll have his chance
on the battlefield,
but let me tell you,
for the last time,
that the Glourie are a clan
of craven cowards,
and we MacLaggans,
being men, despise you!
Men? I tell you, one Glourie
is man enough to thrash
50 MacLaggans!
- That's an insult, Father!
We'll revenge it! - No!
It's a waste of strength
to bicker with
the last poor feeble relics
of the clan Glourie!
- Come on, lads.
- Get out, before my son comes
and slays you all!
Give me that...
Bring me another glass.
- Whose turn is it now?
- Mine!
- Later.
- Mine! - No!
- Mine.
- No, no, it's Jean's.
What's the difference betwixt
a thistle in the heather
and a kiss in the dark?
If you can't tell me by the time
I've spelt "Killiecrankie",
you must pay the forfeit.
K-I-L-L-I-E...
- I give it up.
- Wait now, C-R-A-N-K-I-E.
Well, you pay the forfeit.
- What is it?
- You know very well it's a kiss,
it's always a kiss, come here.
- Murdoch!
- What is it?
Forgive me, but your
father is wanting you.
What for?
to be going to the battle.
Oh, aye, the battle.
But first I must claim the forfeit!
Murdoch!
Fare thee well, lasses!
I'll be back soon!
Murdoch!
When you meet any of the clan
MacLaggan on the battlefield,
strike him down!
But I thought I was supposed
to fight the English?
You're a Glourie.
You fight the MacLaggans first!
You can attend to
the English later.
- Goodbye, my son.
- Goodbye, Father.
Remember! You must not
pause for one moment
until you've avenged that insult!
- Now Glourie, you must rest.
- I'll rest...
My son's a man at last!
I can die content.
...When I finish this whisky.
Glourie, Glourie!
- What's happened?
- He's ill.
- Aye, very ill.
- But we'll send for the physician!
No, it's too late now.
soul of Gavin Glourie.
Good morning, my bonny lass!
- Remember Murdoch, your father
said you mustn't pause.. - Be quiet.
Tell me lassie, which is the
way to the battle?
The second turning to your left,
and then bear right until you come
to men fighting. And that'll be it.
Well if the battle doesn't start
on time, I'll be back. Wait for me.
it's seen great service!
Hey, it's been fighting for
Scotland for over a hundred years.
But how many cannons
have the English?
A dozen or more,
but they're all brand new.
No match for Old Terrible here.
Wait till you hear him!
I'll be glad to, but first
I've an account to settle
with the accursed MacLaggans!
But what do you want with them?
They've insulted the name of
Glourie, which I'm proud to bear.
- Are you one of the MacLaggan?
- Me? No, no, I hate them too!
- Have you aimed Old Terrible?
- Ay, sir!
He's all ready to blow the English
off the face of the earth!
- Then fire!
- Come, alack!
Come back! Alack!
Come on! Fire!
I think you've made a slight
mistake in your aim.
You addle-pated fools!
You've wasted a good cannonball!
Never mind! I saw where it fell.
I'll bring it back to you.
Come on, lads.
The battle's started!
Forward till we meet the Redcoats,
and then we'll chase them
out of Scotland!
Forward!
- MacLaggan? - Don't interrupt us,
we're advancing.
But Murdoch Glourie
is looking for you.
A Glourie?
Here on the battlefield?
Where is he?
- At the cannon.
- You lads go and find him!
- But the battle!
First we must settle
this important matter!
About turn!
March!
It must have rolled in there.
I'll leap over.
Here, hold my claymore and tarts.
Why my dear young lady,
what's the matter?
This horrible battle.
Oh, it can't be as bad as all that.
and he'll be killed.
You mustn't think of him.
He's a hero.
We're all heroes.
There, there...
You're a kind good man and
I thank you for comforting me.
It's a pleasure, my dear.
Tell me, do you know the game
of Spell Me a Riddle?
You see I tell you a riddle, and if
you can't tell me the answer by...
Murdoch!
Remember, your father said
that you mustn't pause.
Away with you!
I'll be out in a moment.
- There's the Glourie!
- That's his groom.
- He'll know where Murdoch is.
- Let's ask him.
- I give up.
- Well you must pay the forfeit.
- What is it?
- It's this.
Murdoch!
There's always some
cursed interruption!
Oh, I see! Forgive me lassie,
I'll be back soon!
- Murdoch!
- Here, stop!
- There he is!
- Look at him!
- Bold Glourie, the fighting man!
- With a woman, as usual!
- My cannon will stop your laughing!
- Come and get it yourself.
We'll return it, through your body!
- Hand it over!
- You've met your match, Glourie!
- Come on!
- Get that cannon, Glourie!
We'll get it!
Just a minute,
just a minute!
I have to have a sword!
Will someone lend me a sword?
GUN POWDER:
Shoot!
soul of Murdoch Glourie.
Murdoch, my son,
can you hear me?
Father, where are you?
Where am I?
In limbo,
Heaven and Hell.
I died with honor,
and you died a coward's death.
Do you realize that?
Yes Father, I suppose I did.
Then you can never be welcomed
among your ancestors in Heaven.
Never?
You will be an earth-bound ghost,
doomed to haunt the
dark halls of Glourie Castle...
The Lord preserve us!
It's a ghost!
It's come back!
It's the ghost!
It's the ghost!
Father?
Yes, my son?
How long do I have to go
on with this nonsense?
I mean, frightening people
like that.
You promised to avenge
our honor and you failed.
You will remain the phantom
in this castle
until that promise is fulfilled.
When you twist the nose
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Submitted on August 05, 2018
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