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My favourite time of year.

The Games. Of course.

And what's the reason for our appearance, Chief Inspector?

You're competing.

Participants from all over the province

have come to Toronto for this

and so I thought it would be a big boost for the city

and the constabulary if we, uh, participated.

So, I signed you both in some of the events.

What, in particular, do you have in mind?

I was thinking the heavy events.

Bloody hell. Just how heavy is heavy?

Well, the sheaf and the hammer are both roughly 16 pounds

and the stone is 20 pounds.

Don't forget the caber toss.

Ah, yes. Participants are to toss a tree trunk end over end

and be certain it lands at 12 o'clock.

I don't think I'm up for tossing a bloody tree.

I mean, how much will it weigh?

Hundred and 70 pounds.

Oh, no, no. Don't worry about that.

Who's that, uh, the big, uh, ginger lad at your station?

McNabb.

Ah, yeah. McNabb. I've entered him in the toss.

You are the hammer throw.

Murdoch...

You can ring in the sheaves.

Oh, let's take in some festivities before the gloaming.

So, when the Games begin, I expect the both of you

to be appropriately kitted and kilted out.

There's the address, Flora MacDonald,

she'll take care of you.

One Murdoch and one Craig Tartan will be waiting.

- I'm a Brackenreid. - Your mother was a Craig, was she not?

How do you know that?

Oh, I've been paying attention to you, Sonny Jim.

Paying attention, Sonny Jim?

What does that bloody well mean?

Duncan!

Chief Inspector!

Good to see ya.

Trust there will nae be trouble at these Games, Duncan.

Ha! As long as you can cope

with the numerous defeats you'll be suffering.

- You mind your tongue. - You mind yours.

You do that, there'll be no trouble.

You best learn to keep your woman in line, Duncan.

The Campbells and the MacDonalds.

No love lost between them since the massacre at Glencoe.

That was hundreds of years ago.

Hate doesn't just disappear, Murdoch.

A police presence might not be a bad idea after all.

Ladies and gentlemen,

laddies and lassies,

the final round of the men's sword dance, premium category.

Ah!

And a round of applause to Miss Iona MacDougall,

our Highland Fling champion for the fourth year running.

Now, to the finalists.

First, our Ontario champion, Mr. Ross Campbell.

Go, laddie!

And next kin, if not kind,

Mr. Alasdair Campbell.

Ha-ha! Give it your best!

Older brother of Ross

and runner-up for the past two years. Perhaps...

Third time lucky?

Aye! Alasdair.

Next, Mr. Enden Gunn, from Caledon, Ontario.

And last, but by no means least, Mr. Malcolm MacDonald,

who also hails from the beautiful Caledon Hills.

First time competing, but he's one to watch.

That he is.

Gentlemen...

Take up your positions.

Nice!

All right, uh...

That's excellent dancing from all the-the finalists,

but taking into account skill and timing,

we're awarding the first place to...

Malcolm MacDonald!

And, uh...

Along with the honour, there's a prize...

Twenty dollars.

What's that you were saying about losses, Duncan?

You might win with a throw of a hundred feet.

One hundred... ?

In that case, I'd better go home

and practice chucking heavy things around.

That's a tough one to swallow.

Too bad, Alasdair. Better luck next time.

Son.

I did my best, sir.

We know you did.

That's what's so disappointing.

Don't pay any attention to him.

Oh, he's playing again. Let's bugger off.

Help!

Somebody! Help!

- Did you hear that? - I did.

In there.

It appears we have a sore loser somewhere.

Sgain dubh.

Nowadays, it's only used for ceremonial purposes,

but historically has always been a deadly weapon.

Well, it doesn't seem to have lost its effectiveness.

There's a stamp on the end.

Traditionally, it would always be engraved

with the owner's family crest.

Well, which one is this?

The Campbell clan.

The prize money doesn't appear to have been taken.

So whoever did this had no interest in the money.

Perhaps it's as you said, sir:

- Hate doesn't die. - Mm.

The murder weapon bears your family's crest.

Never seen that particular knife.

Of course not.

It's a shame both your sons lost to the victim.

Contest was fairly judged.

We have no quarrel with the result. I hope...

I hope you're not accusing someone in my family of murder.

We're simply asking questions.

Where were you immediately after the competition?

I was having a drink. You saw me there.

That was after the man was killed.

No one in my family had anything to do

with the death of Mr. MacDonald.

Did you know the man?

I did not!

So, please, arrest me or let me go.

Need to get back to the Games.

Uh, what of the young woman who discovered the body?

Iona?

She's a MacDougall.

They're kin to the MacDonalds,

but that doesn't mean she didn't kill him.

They are a murderous bunch.

Are you sure this will work?

It's a metal locator, Margaret.

If your locket is nearby, we should find it.

I can't believe I lost it.

Thomas gave me that locket when we were first courting.

I feel a bit silly doing this.

How do you think I feel?

I'm pedaling like a madwoman and going nowhere.

Aren't we a sight.

Yes, indeed, we are.

Ah, I must say, Julia,

you have opened me up to quite a raft of adventures.

Medicine...

And now treasure hunting.

Just, just keep moving, Margaret.

- I don't want to be doing this all day. - Right you are!

Oh, Julia! It's making a sound.

I think I've fou...

Oh! Oh, lord!

Oh!

Oh!

Well, not exactly what we were looking for.

There's no obvious cause of death.

Well, was he murdered?

Well, as I said,

no apparent cause of death, Margaret.

All right.

We... we're just going to leave him here?

Well, of course not, but we're going to need some help

to get him to the morgue.

Oh.

Oh, that poor soul.

I'll find out what happened to him, don't worry.

Right this way, Miss MacDougall. Please have a seat.

Now, how is it that you came to discover

Mr. MacDonald's body in the storage room?

I was putting away the swords.

And did you see anyone exiting the room as you approached?

Not a soul.

How well did you know Mr. MacDonald?

I didnae.

I knew his reputation as a dancer.

- That's it. - Hm.

And did you notice any tensions

between he and the Campbells?

Not with... them.

I did see Mr. MacDonald in an argument with Mr. Gunn,

the man who was disqualified.

What was that argument about?

Mr. MacDonald was taunting Mr. Gunn.

He said he would lose and might as well withdraw

to save his honour.

He was being very cruel.

Are you saying Mr. Gunn may have killed him in order to get even?

No. Didn't say that.

But I do know I heard two men arguing violently.

Now, one of them is dead and...

The other is walking free.

Uh, pardon me a moment.

Julia, what are you doing with this?

I was just returning your metal locator.

I was using it to look for a locket that Margaret lost.

Oh!

- Did you find it? - No. But we did find a dead body!

So you agree this appears to be an accident?

There's no doubt the young man drowned.

His lungs were filled with water.

There were no signs of trauma to the body

beyond a few scratches you might expect from the riverbed.

I see.

Did you find any identification?

No, but there are some clues.

A St. Christopher medal.

Ah! The patron Saint of Travelers.

Oh, he must have been Catholic.

And these were sewn into the lining of his jacket.

- Oh. - Likely for safekeeping.

Are those English coins?

Yes. A total of six shillings and sixpence.

It's not much, but it's probably all he had.

I see. Go on.

Take a look at his hand.

See this bruise on his left thumbnail?

And note the little cuts around the corners of his mouth.

These are typical marks of a man in the boot-making trade.

They would hold the nails in their mouth

and often get these little nicks.

That's very good. Anything else?

His clothes were far too big for him.

Old and cheap.

English coins,

evidence of a trade he was involved in.

Possibly a recent immigrant

who came here to take up an apprenticeship?

He would have likely had a sponsor.

Well, Margaret, it appears we have a mystery to solve.

You were seen arguing with MacDonald

in the hours leading up to this death.

Aye. We argued.

He was an arrogant git.

But I certainly did not kill him.

I take it you knew him?

I knew him.

We had competed in the past.

What was the argument about?

He was disparaging my ability.

Said I was wasting my time competing against him.

You were disqualified,

so I'd say that Mr. MacDonald was right.

Have you ever seen this before?

That belongs to the clan Campbell.

Could have been one of them, huh?

They lost to MacDonald as well.

They deny having seen it.

They're liars and murderers.

Always have been.

I've already spoken to you.

Why am I here?

Because we're not certain you were telling the truth the first time.

- How dare you, sir. - Sit down, Mr. Campbell.

Mrs. Campbell.

Do you recognize this?

Good heavens, Duncan. Look!

It's the one you lost so many years ago.

Well, it can't be.

How do you not recognize it? I gave it to you.

Are you certain?

Aye! There's the wee emerald heart I had embedded in the hilt.

Detective Murdoch, this knife has been missing for 20 years.

And now it has resurfaced

embedded in the body of Malcolm MacDonald.

As I've told you before, I had nothing to do with that.

Where were you, sir, when you lost it originally?

It was more than 20 years ago.

- I really don't remember. - Oh, I do.

It was on that trip to Caledon Hills just months before we wed.

Ach, she's always had a better memory than I.

Must be all that whiskey.

Whether that's the weapon or not,

I had nothing to do with the death of Mr. MacDonald.

I was enjoying a fine Islay

with your chief inspector when that poor bugger lost his life.

I see.

Absolutely. No, we were together. Besides...

I'd stake my reputation on Duncan Campbell.

I've known him for years. He's a man of honour.

It's not too early in the day for a drink, is it, Tom?

Never, sir! Allow me.

Sir, you are aware of the long-standing feud

- between the two families. - Hm. Of course I am.

On the orders of the English,

the Campbells killed over 30 of clan MacDonald.

The massacre of Glencoe.

Well, since Duncan Campbell arrived in Canada,

he's built a successful life for him and his family,

so he's not going to risk that

on a dance contest or...

Something that happened over 200 years ago.

Well, sir, he has admitted that the murder weapon belonged to him.

But he also stated that he lost that dagger

over 20 years ago.

Well, perhaps a member of his family?

And where did he say that he lost it?

Caledon.

And the man who was seen arguing

with Malcolm MacDonald...

Enden Gunn.

... is from Caledon, is he not?

You're barking up the wrong tree.

It's got nothing to do with the Campbells and the MacDonalds.

Well, Tom,

I hope that...

One day soon...

- You'll be able to afford a better dram. - Hm.

Well, you seem to like this one.

Ah, these?

They're for you two.

I took the Liberty of picking 'em up.

So...

Wrap up this investigation

and bring the constabulary some glory.

This shoe store is the last one on our list.

Well, let's hope the last one's a charm.

I appreciate your patronage, madam.

What can I do for you ladies?

Uh, we just have a couple of questions for you.

I should tell you I've just received a shipment

of red suede boots with needlepoint tips.

All the rage.

- Oh, could I get a... - Margaret!

Right. Of course.

Ah, I was just wondering whether you might recognize this man?

- Good lord. - I apologize if it's gruesome.

I've seen him.

- When? - About a week ago now.

He applied to be an apprentice here.

And you didn't take him on?

He arrived two weeks late.

I had already taken on another man.

Did he say why he was late?

He said the boat from England was delayed because of bad weather.

He was disappointed, but I didn't have a place for him.

I take it from this he's dead.

I'm very sorry, but there was nothing I could do for him.

Do you know his name?

Silas Barnes.

Thank you.

Did he happen to mention where he was headed when he left?

He said something about looking for guidance.

I see.

Thank you.

There are some things from the old country they could have left behind.

You don't care for the pipes, Higgins?

Does anyone, sir?

Well, this is quite the day.

There are few things in life that we agree on.

Let's just try to find Enden Gunn.

But didn't you say he lost the competition, sir?

- I did. - Well...

Then why would he still be here?

We don't know if he's here or not.

That's why you're looking for him.

Terrible news.

About the murder investigation?

No, no, no. It's the caber toss.

That McNabb fellow from your station,

he's pulled up lame.

You there!

- Me? - Ya. Aye. You!

Do you want to do your station proud?

Of course you do.

So, what do you think, Tom?

You think your man'll be able to handle the challenge?

Oh, I have the utmost confidence in Constable Newsome-Higgins.

It's the other way, sir.

Excellent. So, you ever tossed a caber?

I can't say that I have.

Well, young Sean there...

Happy to give you a few tips.

Sean!

Uh, sir, shouldn't I be looking for Enden Gunn?

Oh, Murdoch and I can handle things, Higgins.

Ah, you'll be splendid, Constable.

And, if you conduct yourself honourably,

I'll reward you handsomely.

- Reward how? - Now, never you mind that now.

Come on, let's go. Let's sign you up.

Bloody hell, Murdoch.

I think he expects us to win.

Really?

For now, let's just focus on finding Mr. MacDonald's killer.

Hm.

I presume his death was an accident?

We've found no evidence to suggest otherwise.

In that case, I shall arrange for him to be buried

in the parish cemetery.

Thank you, Father.

Something on your mind, sir?

If you're worried,

I've had a thought on how I could give you an advantage

during the hammer toss.

I would stiffen the shick...

- Actually, steel could work. - Murdoch...

It's not that, me ol' mucker.

It's Stewart. He's up to something.

How so?

Well, this is the first time he's ever entered

Station House Four into these Games.

- What do you think's prompted that? - I don't know.

But he keeps making all these vague promises to me.

He's definitely up to something.

Ooh.

It appears he's not the only one.

Isn't that one of the Campbell lads coming out of the MacDonald tent?

It is, sir. Alasdair.

Ooh.

Well, it appears at least two members of the warring clans

have decided to effect a truce.

Oi! Romeo and Juliet!

We'll be needing a word.

Are you thinking what I'm thinking, Murdoch?

Iona pointed the finger at Enden Gunn

to keep us from looking at Alasdair Campbell.

- Or herself. - Even though she's a MacDougall,

which is part of the MacDonald clan?

She may have killed him for reasons that have nothing to do

with the clan that he belonged to.

Sir, sir, uh, I just wanted to say

you may have misinterpreted what you saw.

Oh, I doubt that very much.

And I don't give a toss what the pair of you were up to.

Oh.

Have either of you ever seen this before?

Mm, I've not seen this particular sgain dubh,

but there are lots around.

Virtually every adult male owns one.

It's a Scottish tradition.

Your mother insists that this belonged to your father

and that he lost it some years ago.

- How odd. - What's odd...

Is that was found sticking out of a dead man's chest.

I know nothing about that. I know nothing about that!

All right, let's get back to the time of the murder.

Malcolm MacDonald was killed very shortly after

the sword dance competition.

Where were you at that time?

I was in the hall, licking me wounds.

And how well did you know Malcolm MacDonald?

I didn't. I only met him on the stage.

And how did you feel after he beat you in the competition,

something you'd been hoping to win for at least two years?

I'm only human, Detective.

I was rather...

Disappointed in myself.

But it was a fair match.

I intend to do better on the next try.

We haven't finished.

You are a champion dancer, are you not?

I've won the Fling four times running.

So why was a champion dancer

clearing up the swords after the event?

I may be a champion, but I still do women's work.

- Did you know Mr. MacDonald? - In passing.

He may have been kin,

but he was a very unpleasant man.

I preferred to keep me distance.

Sirs, we have been honest with you.

Could I avail upon you to keep what you saw between us?

Our families would certainly not approve.

The two families are not going to say anything,

so I've asked Douglas Cameron to come in for an interview.

He's run these Games for over 20 years.

He might know more than he's letting on.

Sir, perhaps, we should cancel the Games altogether.

Oh, no. Stewart would have my head on a block.

Uh, cancelling them sounds like a good idea, sir.

My back has been acting up lately.

Not keen on the caber toss, Higgins?

No, sir.

You wanted a wee word?

Duncan Campbell is a friend of mine.

Sir, a man was murdered at an event that you are hosting.

Friendships don't matter right now.

If you know anything at all, Douglas,

you'd be best advised to share it.

Duncan Campbell is no murderer.

We'll decide that.

So, anything at all?

I saw Duncan and the dead man in an argument

the morning of the competition.

What you did hear?

MacDonald was going on about his rights.

His rights to what?

I don't know. All I heard him saying was,

"I have all the right in the world,

and you know it and I can prove it."

Anything else?

Duncan looked as if he might hit him,

but then he turned on his heel as he shouted,

"God help me! I will see you in hell first."

- His exact words? - Aye.

He'd been pushed so far he even used the lord's name in vain.

And I've known Duncan a long time. I've never seen him so mithered.

Thank you.

Ah, my Games can still proceed?

For now.

Then I'll, uh, see you this evening at the banquet.

This Malcolm MacDonald is something, eh?

- How's that, sir? - More enemies than friends.

He should've been a copper.

Margaret,

I need a rest.

Perhaps we can exchange tasks?

What?

Oh, uh, I would, but my sciatica's acting up, so...

Of course it is.

I can't stop thinking about him.

You know, there are more and more people coming here

every day looking for the promise of a new life.

Which many achieve.

I know.

But to die here,

alone,

in a new country with no one.

Look at this!

There's an initial on the hatband:

S.B.

Silas Barnes.

This must be where he fell into the river!

It's quite slippery beyond this point.

Yes. If he fell.

What are you suggesting?

Well, his belongings all piled up neatly.

I've seen this before when investigating

people who've taken their own lives.

Why would he do that?

Well, he came here for a better life

and that chance was denied.

He was homeless and penniless.

Perhaps he couldn't see a future for himself.

If he did take his own life,

according to the church, he cannot have a Catholic burial.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

Which is why, to the best of my knowledge,

Mr. Silas Barnes

suffered an accidental death.

You would lie to the church?

Uh. Oh, Margaret. It wouldn't be the first time.

Oh.

Shall we continue our search?

Perhaps tomorrow.

I'll get the bicycle.

Auld Scotland wants nae skinking ware.

That jaups in luggies;

but if ye wish her grateful prayer...

Gie her a haggis!

Sir, is everyone here?

It appears so. Why?

Malcolm MacDonald said something about "having the proof."

I thought I'd have a look around to see what that could be.

You'll miss the haggis.

- I'm sure I'll survive. - Hm.

Where is the detective off to?

He needed to get some air.

Mm. Too much whiskey?

Hm. That'll be the day.

Save some for your detective.

Oh, he won't mind.

He confessed he's not very partial to it.

And how does he feel about neeps and tatties?

He's not partial to that, either.

Ah, come here.

Look at us, eh?

We're a couple of thieves.

We've seen a lot, you and I, have we not?

Indeed we have, sir.

I think, perhaps, I've seen enough.

I'm thinking of stepping down, Tom.

Are you sure?

I think it's time to walk away.

It'll mean big changes at the constabulary.

I think I know the man for the job.

Excuse me, sir?

I think I know the man for the job.

Get your hands off her.

We'll no have our family sullied by the likes of you.

Should we step in, sir?

I fear the world will never move forward

'til the old feuds die.

Aye.

Oi. The MacDonald clan are furious.

They want to know what you're doing snooping around.

Good morning to you. I was trying to solve

the murder of one of their own.

Did you find anything?

I found a letter to a Jenny MacDonald.

- What did it say? - I didn't get a chance to read it.

Where is he?

Ah, bloody hell.

What were you doing snooping around our encampment?

Are you trying to pin my cousin's murder on one of us?

You'd best make yourself scarce!

Ach, bloody Campbells.

They've ere been in league with English,

- cozying up to the police. - They did no such thing!

I've seen that Duncan Campbell with the chief inspector,

trying to blame us for what's going on.

You'd better leave right now, or it's a night in the cells.

Aye.

So, what do you think, Murdoch?

Doth he protest too much?

Would he kill one of his own?

Are you sure about this?

The man who struck me was wearing a Campbell tartan.

That doesn't mean it was one of them.

Someone could have been disguising themselves.

Well, sir, that's possible, but I don't think it likely.

The murdered man was in possession of a letter

from a Jenny MacDonald; That letter is now gone.

They're all present and accounted for, sir,

though not a happy lot.

Does this mean they'll be calling off the Games?

No such luck, Higgins.

For Pete's sake.

Evidence I procured last evening

was taken from me by force.

My constables will conduct a thorough search

of both your persons and your belongings.

On what grounds?

On the grounds that my detective

thinks that one of you lot assaulted him.

I don't like to be accused of something I've not done.

You'd be wise to keep your mouth shut, sunshine.

Don't treat us like we're criminals.

You're being treated like suspects in an investigation.

- There's a difference. - I will not stand for this.

I'm going to see the chief inspector. This is an insult.

You're not going anywhere!

That what you're looking for, Murdoch?

You have no right.

I believe it is, sir.

Mr. Campbell, perhaps your family should wait for you outside.

Aye.

I won't be leaving my husband.

Morag, you should go.

I'm staying.

My dearest Jenny,

it pains me that our love is forbidden,

and that our son will be raised among your clan

without ever knowing his true father.

But this is for the best,

for if the truth of his parentage was known,

both of our families would surely shun him.

Who was she?

They're lies. They're damnable lies.

Aye. You see, Detective,

it's just more lies from these people.

And what of the sgain dubh?

How did your knife end up killing Malcolm MacDonald?

Oh, well, um, you lost it. Did you not say you lost it?

It's time to tell the truth, Mr. Campbell,

if only for the sake of your wife.

Jenny...

Wanted a keepsake.

And if you were so sweet on her, why didn't you marry?

She was a MacDonald.

I was a Campbell.

Is that it?

- So, you settled for second best. - No, no, Morag.

I-I found another that I loved more.

I really thought the past was behind me.

That's what the argument was about?

Malcolm MacDonald confronted you, told you he was your son

and that he'd come to claim his inheritance?

Did you attack Murdoch

to steal the letter that was the evidence?

It was my property.

I...

I just hoped to bury, bury the shame.

Did you kill Malcolm MacDonald for the same reason?

I will not stoop to answer these questions!

Shall I take that as a yes?

I repeat: I will not answer these questions!

Indeed.

Well, Duncan Campbell,

I'm charging you with the murder of Malcolm MacDonald.

You'll be incarcerated until you can appear before a judge.

Father!

Get them out of here!

You have the wrong man!

I'm the one who killed Malcolm MacDonald.

Please, please.

I went back to the storage area after the contest.

Malcolm confronted me.

He was on me immediately.

He said he was my father's first-born son

and he aimed to collect his inheritance.

It's rightfully mine

and I will fight for it.

And you believe him?

I didn't know what to believe.

He said my father had written a letter

that proved what he said.

And the whole time he was saying this,

he... he was gloating.

He said that I would drop from second place to third

in the line of inheritance and how did I like that?

I didn't want to believe him.

That piece of paper means nothing.

Where's the proof?

The proof...

Is written right here...

In cold...

Hard...

Steel.

But then I saw the knife, how it was his,

how it was a gift...

From our father,

his father.

And how did I like that? He kept saying that,

over and over again.

How do you like that?

How do you like that?

You then seized the knife...

And you stabbed him.

I didn't know what I was doing until I had done it.

My father had nothing to do with this.

It was me.

I found it.

You went back to the riverbank?

I found it in the larder in a tin of flour.

Oh, Margaret!

Did we do the right thing?

Yes, I think we did.

The church...

Well...

If God finds our poor Silas Barnes unworthy of heaven,

then I suppose he'll just throw him out.

Oh, my goodness.

Where's bloody Murdoch?

Perhaps he's taken ill.

I've been feeling a little under the weather myself, sir.

- Higgins, I don't want to hear it! - Tom.

- Oh, sir. - You did the right thing.

It's not the result I would have wished for, but...

It was the truth.

That is what we strive for.

- Thank you, sir. - And, if you've no objection,

I will be recommending leniency for young Ross.

No objections from me.

Must have been quite the shock.

Indeed. But I will be charging Duncan

with assaulting Detective Murdoch.

Where's Alasdair?

Apparently, he and Iona left in the middle of the night.

Oh.

I'm ready to go.

You should have controlled yourself.

Aye.

So, why don't we take in a bit of the Games first

before we leave?

Oh.

Thank you, old friend.

I'm surprised to see you still here.

May I ask why?

Perhaps it's best if the sins of our past remain buried.

Or forgotten.

Hm.

Murdoch, I thought you'd scarpered.

Of course not, sir.

I wanted to ensure you had a chance to win the event.

All right, lads and lassies.

It's time for the sheaf toss.

Well done, Detective Murdoch.

Very good.

A perfect 12 o'clock!

Give it all you have, Henry.

Thank you.

- I believe that's all he had. - Sir!

Well...

It's all up to you now, Tom.

What are you teaching them?

There he is.

I feel like a bloody fool!

You won't when you're tossing the hammer, sir.

Just dig those spikes in and they'll give you the leverage you need.

Unless I twist my ankle!

Well, there is that.

Let's get to it, Inspector Brackenreid.

The gloaming is coming.

Right. The yellow flag is the distance to beat.

I know that.

Oh, good form. Good form.

Henry, did you see that?!

Not bad for an Englishman!

Very good, sir!

Who looks the fool now, eh?

Congratulations.

Station House Number Four.

Sir, we don't have to charge him.

This police force plays no favourites.

Son.

- I just wanted to say... - Let me speak.

This is Iona.

She is to be my bride.

- Alasdair. - We ran away.

But I couldnae just leave without telling you.

You do deserve that much.

I know I'm kin to the MacDonalds, sir...

You are not a MacDonald.

You are a girl who loves my son.

And that's enough.

Aye.

All hail the conquering hero!

Oh! Ah, are you still wearing that old thing?

- I should get you a new one. - But I just found it.

Now, my darling,

you are looking at the champion hammer thrower

- at the Highland Games. - Oh! Congratulations.

And I must say you do cut quite a fine figure in that kilt.

- I do, don't I? - Mm. Is it true what they say?

Well, let's just say I can feel the breeze.

Thomas!

Well, I might as well act like a true scot.

- Now, Mrs. Brackenreid... - Oh!

... are you ready for a proper Highland Fling?

- Hm. Whoa! - Ah!

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