All language subtitles for Strathblair s02e10.eng

Hello, Femi.

I've left it over a week, but I had to
talk to you again.

We can't leave it like we did the last
time I was here.

After all, I am your brother.

I don't want to talk to you.

Femi, I know things have been hard for
you.

You know nothing about the way things
have been for me.

You have the farm.

You haven't done badly.

I've worked this farm on my own. I know,
I know.

Look, Femi, you think I'd come back and
run into all this aggravation with you

if I'd known anything about your
trouble?

There's nothing we have to talk about.

It's water under the bridge.

I come all that way and I don't even get
a cup of tea? No.

But you can have a dram.

A farewell dram.

I dreamt of this moment, Femi.

I thought of it so differently.

Here, Pierre.

What have you been doing out there,
anyway?

Oh, all sorts of jobs.

Australia's knowledge Scotland, you
know.

It's a big country.

You move about, take chances.

At first, I was just used as cheap
labour.

But later on, I got myself trained as a
car mechanic.

When the war came, I managed to get into
a factory before they called me up.

I saved my money.

And after the war, I got a job selling
cars, not repairing them.

I did all right.

Well, it must have been hard at first.

You can bet it was.

Nobody in the wide world wants to know
if you're young and poor.

Well, judging by your motor car, you're
not poor anymore.

And how do you fix yourself?

Did Uncle Heggie leave you anything?

How did you know he died?

I dropped him when I was coming.

It's solicitor's rollback.

Well, then he probably told you he left
me something.

He sent me a copy of the letter.

You got his house?

Aye, I did.

I sold it.

He didn't leave me a thing.

Apparently he thought that he'd done his
bit buying my ticket to Sydney.

Five pounds.

Maybe if you'd kept in touch with him.

Sure, sure. No matter.

It's all, as you say, water under the
bridge.

Another?

No.

I've been driving around a bit.

And I like what I see.

Now the Labour Party's out, it might be
possible for a businessman to make a few

bob and not have it all taken off in
tax.

Try farming.

Sold bombs.

Sold everything.

Sacrificed everything to win the war and
now they're on the floor.

If they don't like bombs, what are you
doing over here?

I may hang around for a while.

I had to see a man about a bit of
business.

But I'll call on you again before I go.

You will be going back then.

I bought this for you before I got on
the boat.

They're opals.

We do good opals in Oz.

But I suppose you'd want it.

Well, if you don't, just give it away.

So, I'll probably see you again before I
go.

I wish I could make amends somehow.

But you know...

The two of us alone here in this
godforsaken place, we shouldn't blame

ourselves.

Well, not too much.

I didn't blame anybody.

Not anymore.

Goodbye for now, Phoebe.

Oh, there. Oh, well, at last.

How did you get on at the Rams house?

Oh, I got a great beat from Munro of
those three of them.

I thought you bought up the whole market
and were being on pride.

Well, I did make another call.

Yes, what was that? So, how's the tatty
-hooking going?

Not bad, considering.

I don't know what we'd do without the
tinkers.

Well, I don't know what they'd do
without us.

That is Whistler Mains Farm.

You made another call in first.

Yeah, I went to see the Thlisters.

You didn't tell me you were going to see
them. No, but I know how you feel about

it. But look at it. Just look at the
place.

Have they let the price down?

No, but they might.

It's a wonderful opportunity.

And there might be an option of buying.

I'll put two sugars in, Mr Macrae. Oh,
thank you kindly.

If you'll excuse me, I'll have my work.

What does the old gorger want?

None of your business.

Well, we won't be able to hold our heads
high at the muscle for a horse bear if

they find out there's some tinkers in
the family.

Robert's no a tinker.

Oh, me half.

Quite a journey from Strathblair.

Two buses.

We travel all the time, so we're used to
it.

I wasn't born Romany myself.

I just took to the life.

So it made me understand you, boy,
Robert.

A wee bit of a surprise, though.

For me, too.

A wee bit upsetting, maybe.

Yours seems a right enough young fella.

He came to see us, you know, the other
day.

A guy impressed, love.

Aye, just so.

Well, I'll put my case to you in a
nutshell, Mr. Stewart.

I'd rather they were married than living
in sin.

Which, if they live in Edinburgh long
enough, maybe they soon would be.

Aye, don't know in thought entirely, Mr.
McCree.

More tea?

No, thank you, no.

A dram?

And later, maybe.

Alassie is not the usual thing. That's
the point, Mr. McCree.

I know that.

She's a smart wee girl.

I congratulate you.

Thank you.

For an artist, I tell you, she makes a
fine lamb stew.

She does, she does.

You've tasted it. When she visited, huh?

Oh, it was grand, that.

I'll tell you straight, Mr. McCrae.

We're going to be sorry to lose her.

Very sorry.

We're a family here, sir.

We thought when she was a lassie messing
about with the clay and the paint and

all that, she'd grow out of it.

But she has the talent, they tell me.

As the good book says.

A talent has to be used.

The gypsies are going to be history
soon.

Somebody has to record it.

Tansy is trying to do that, as I
understand it. You understand it fine,

No, sure, I do.

So, you're not against the marriage on
principle?

Can I be? She wants it.

I've nothing against your boy.

Now, as I understand it, they want to
live in one wee room in Edinburgh after

they get married.

For my part, I'd not be against helping
them a wee bit.

Well, financially.

To at least get a decent place to start
with, anyway.

Well, we're no rich people, but we're no
poor either.

I'd want to put in myself.

Fifty -fifty?

That sounds just about right to me, Mr.
Stewart.

And I will have that dram, though, I
think.

All right, Mother?

Here they are.

Constance, my dear.

Hey, stop.

Good flight over?

Absolutely bloody.

Turbulence most of the way. I know it's
quick, but I don't think next time I

shall take the beam.

Oh. And you dear, dear, make sure that
nobody drops any of my cases.

Don't worry, Mother.

Enough for six months.

You're looking well, Constance.

I'm absolutely dying for a drink once
I've washed off all the travel stains.

Flora, darling, such good news.

Now, we must talk about arrangements and
all that, mustn't we?

I don't suppose you've forgotten how to
make a martini, have you, James?

I think I still have the knack.

Although we don't keep a lot of gin in
this house. No, no, I know.

Plenty of that dreadful scotch, no
doubt. A peasant drink, my father used

call it.

Now, dry.

Very, very dry. Please, James.

Yes, I think I can manage that.

Oh, I had the most terrible time
because... As I was telling Andrew,

dear? Absolutely awful, man.

But there you are. They're all jacks in
office over here nowadays, aren't they?

Bathroom's still in the same place, is
it?

She's in fine form.

I haven't told her yet.

Have you got a moment?

Ah, Mr. Forbes.

The man in the red MG.

I've seen you with him.

Did he leave his name?

No, but he said he would come back and
talk to me. He comes from Australia, eh?

Is that where he lives?

So he says.

But he used to live around here. He
knows Kanban, he knows Fimi.

Does he?

Dry enough for you, my dear?

Yes, but not quite cold enough, if
anything.

Now, my dears, I hope we're going for
some giles or something like that.

Officers of Andrew's regiment,
bridesmaids and so on. I can see this

organised as being the wedding of the
season.

We're going to be married to the Kirk
here in Strathblow. Of course, we'll

invite close friends.

What absolute nonsense, Andrew.

No girl wants a dreary provincial
wedding.

And I'm sure Flora is no exception.

Actually, we're quite happy with the
Kirk. We've had the bands read already.

We're to be married a fortnight on
Saturday.

A fortnight on Saturday?

With all the hoi polloi?

Oh, my dear Flora, a wedding like that
will never get on the society page of

Scotsman, let alone the Times.

No. And we're quite happy about that.
You seem to be quite happy about a lot

things, Flora.

But you have a position to live up to
now.

Why this ridiculous haste?

Well, exactly.

But we all want a family heir, do we
not?

Well, of course we do. That goes without
saying, James.

Well, the point is, we don't have to
worry about one.

An heir, if you see what I mean.

We don't have to worry about one.

Why should we worry about one? Both
these young people are fit and healthy,

I'm sure in the fullness of...

The fullness of time is earlier than we
anticipated.

Another dry martini?

Thank you.

When? Seven months.

Oh, well, we might just get away with
that.

Sorry about St. Giles, Mother, but there
will be a lot for you to do.

We thought a small reception here at the
house.

You'll have to work out a lift with
Flora.

There you go.

Oh, you will be having some people then.

Yes, of course.

Close friends from the county. A few
chaps from the battalion, I hope.

Well, I must say that sounds a trifle
better.

Don't you worry, my dear.

We'll give you a good send -off.

Oh, I don't worry.

I'm very happy with the arrangements.

Yes, I can see that.

So, James.

Oh, glad to be home, Strathclyde.

Actually... I am.

I needn't have brought all that luggage.

I really appreciate your coming to me,
thank you.

Where is Alec, then?

He's down in the village.

I don't know what he's doing.

Oh, well.

At least you've got the tinkers to help.
Oh, no.

Talking of that, what about Robert
marrying one?

Oh, no, no. She's a gypsy.

It's a difference, you know. Yes, I
know. Still a curious match.

Mind you, speaking of curious match,
what about mine?

Now I know what they mean.

You'll never know a man until you marry
him.

To raise that sort of cash, we're going
to have to borrow a lot of money.

Anyway, I don't want to leave.

But if there's a wrong place at the end
of it, is there?

Yes. Seemingly, that's exactly what he
wants.

So does every man who ever ploughed a
field.

Well, I don't want to borrow money. It
goes against the grain in any way. I

don't want to leave here.

My advice, if you want it, go on.

Say nothing one way or the other.

If you influence him and it goes wrong,
he'll never let you forget it.

Well, I may have said too much already.

Well, say no more.

Oh, all right.

I just want to be consulted.

If he asks you, tell him.

If he does need it, let sleeping dogs
lie.

Are you all right?

Yes, fine.

I don't know, you seem a bit distracted.

I'm fine.

Let's get on with it, shall we?

I didn't think you'd be back so soon.

I just felt like it.

My boat doesn't sail for another two
weeks.

If I get it.

If you get it?

The bit of business I mentioned might be
worth hanging on for.

Oh?

You'd be pleased to hear that I'm going,
wouldn't you?

It's up to you.

I've got a wee present for you.

Angus, I don't want any more presents
from you.

I hope it fits.

Well, go in and try it on.

Well, what do you think?

I think we have a big decision to make.

What?

Where did he go to show you off in it?

Oh, come on, tell me.

How did it really go?

Strange people, the Gibbettys.

But fine and proud in their own way.

Many admirable qualities.

Why, including an ability to drink.

Were you a bit stochastic when you came
in last night?

I was not.

I'd taken a drink, I admit, but I was
not drink -taking.

So you got him a job, Yorkie?

And his wife, too.

Did you know that she's never slept in a
house in her entire life?

Born on a caravan, a bardo.

Slept in it or under the stars.

I wonder what they'll do when Geordie
dies.

Why?

They burned the bardo.

In the old days, I would have chased
them off my land because I thought they

were thieves out to steal my chickens.

They probably were.

Maybe they were.

But I found your prospective father -in
-law a very decent fellow.

And we came to an arrangement, jointly
made, that we give to you and Tansy a

small stipend to cover the rent of a
half -decent flat in Edinburgh.

He didn't.

I mean, I'm just saying we did.

Oh, thanks.

And in that connection, when are you
getting married?

And where?

Have you not made any plans yet?

Well, I thought I thought night and
Saturday.

Well, that's the day that the Major and
Mrs. McInnes get married in Strathbeard,

Kirk. No, that's not a good day.

Well, we won't be getting married in
Strathbeard, Kirk.

Well, then.

We'll be getting married over the brush.

Over the brush?

That's their way of doing it.

You have a brush and you step over it
and, well, that's you married.

Bingo.

No minister, no service, no kirk.

Chipsies have been doing things their
own way for hundreds of years.

Been born, getting married, been buried.

Tantri wants to do it her way.

Their way.

And I like it.

Well, it sounds awful heathenish to me.

It needs thinking about.

Well, it's their tradition.

Well, I thought you'd appreciate that.

Did you enjoy that?

Oh, that was different.

How? You're speaking French for a start.

I only speak menu French.

Well, it was very good.

All of it.

Imagine cooking steak and brandy.

Steak Diane.

Sounds like a cow.

Well, it was.

Whatever she was called, she was a
treat.

I'd have to be rich to eat here every
night.

Especially with meat still in the
ration.

Go work the evening, please.

They're not necessarily rich people.

Just people who like to live as if they
are rich.

Is that what you are, Angus?

What? Someone who'd like to be rich, but
isn't.

I've been rich and I've been poor.

But as Sophie Tucker said, rich is
better.

Sophie who?

Sophie Tucker.

I prefer Burns anyway.

Some he meet that can he eat.

and some he name that want it.

But we him eat, and we can eat.

Say, let the Lord be thanked.

Rabbi Burnish.

Father was always courting him.

I don't know how you talk nice about
him.

He was a rotten old bastard.

Why did he hit us so much?

Angus, please.

Don't have to talk badly about him, do
we?

Mind you, you were all right.

I was the one who lost out.

Please.

No more about him.

Let's forget it all.

I'm just pretending none of it ever
happened.

Can we do that?

Sure.

What's gone is gone.

Let's eat, drink and be merry.

Who said that? Sophie Tucker?

No, I just did.

Well.

This is a short list, Flora.

We're trying to limit it to people we
like.

My dear Flora, if one only invited
people one liked to weddings, one would

hardly have any guests at all.

Well, it is supposed to be a quiet
affair, Constance. Oh, yes, I know,

Well, it's more like a secret wedding.

Oh, I don't know.

We're inviting a few local friends as
well.

What are we going to do about the
tenants?

Hardly a quiet affair if you're thinking
of inviting them.

Well, the form usually is some kind of
tea and buns do in the village hall.

A little more than tea and buns, I
think. Easy on the booze. Fatal

Fatal if it's dry, I should have
thought.

You take my word, dear boy.

Well, I can't expect them to toast us in
cold tea.

Oh, well, whatever you say.

Whiskey and beer for the men, sherry for
the women, pot for the children.

Keep it informal. They're supposed to
enjoy themselves.

Absolutely. Probably be freezing.
They'll deserve a drink.

What they do afterwards is their
business.

Thank you.

I enjoyed this evening.

More than I expected to.

Who knows?

There might be others.

I thought you said you were going.

No, I'll see you one more time before I
go. Will you?

When? Then I'll be away and you'll
probably never ever see me again.

That would suit you, wouldn't it,
Phoebe?

This isn't the place for you anymore,
Angus.

If ever it was.

I could see that much tonight.

Then I'll have to find other
opportunities for my particular talents.

I might just stay on a while.

Angus, you just said you were going.

You see, you want me away.

Don't deny it.

I mean bad times to you, Femi.

Well, I've coped.

You closed the book, Femi, and you can't
bear to open it again, right?

Don't worry.

Your secret's safe.

I'll be going soon when I've done my bit
of business.

I should say stay here, but I can't.

I know this used to be your home. It
isn't now, it's yours.

That's not my fault.

I never said it was, did I?

Well, I'm away.

Good night.

Goodbye then.

See you soon.

Oh, Major.

A rare visit.

Looks like they're in a company
inspection.

Not today.

Some measure.

Oh, if you want to see Jenny, she's in
the house.

No, no, you actually.

Something wrong?

No, no. No, personal visit.

Um, my wedding.

I'd like you to be an usher, for old
time's sake.

Duty shouldn't be too onerous.

Seat everyone in the kirk and make sure
they have an order of service,

basically.

There'll be some old faces you'll
remember from the battalion.

Mr Maxwell Stewart's to be my best man.

I'll get to tell him where to sit.

Well, are you dead?

Yes, sir.

See you as Anders.

Good. I'll give you the drill later.

Morning, Jenny. Can't stop.

What was that about?

He wants me to be usher at his wedding.

Oh, how nice.

Nice. It's the last thing that I want to
do.

Well, because he's the boss, isn't he?
He's my landlord.

Oh, come on. Go and enjoy it.

How are you getting on?

Nearly there.

Do you think we were right about this
collar?

Honestly, if I look half as good, I'll
do.

All brides look beautiful.

Don't forget I've done this before. Then
I look beautiful.

There.

No regrets?

Absolutely not.

Andrew and I might have gone on for ages
not doing anything one way or another.

Yes, I know.

But the baby concentrated your mind.

Well, of course.

And solved the problem.

Well, created a few as well.

But yes, I'm glad it happened.

When I was married the first time, it
was a young thing, old passion.

You can't mean there's none this time.

Oh, of course there is.

It's just, we know what we're doing.

I'm so glad for you.

You sit each other.

It's a bit late if we do.

You two are enjoying yourself.

Oh, tea and cake.

I get so hungry.

It's your turn next, dear.

Oh, come on, Mother. I'll probably land
up marrying some broken -down old

professor. Half -blind, but brilliant.

When I'm 50.

I do hope not, dear. I want more
grandchildren, you know.

Well, I'm making you start.

Not allowed, dear.

Your father pretends he doesn't know. I
mean, you know and I know. Mother,

you're such a hypocrite and a humbug.
Yes, I know, dear.

And I love you.

Yes, I know, dear.

Now, Janet, how do I look?

Fit to be a bride, dear.

The buses are coming tomorrow.

And the Herons, their brothers are here.

And your cousins are coming with their
wives and their chavvies.

I hope we've enough elderberry.

I don't know how many flatties are
coming.

Who are they?

Robert's friends from Strathclyde and
the college.

Do you mind?

It doesn't matter to me, as long as they
don't mind us.

You know what most house dwellers think
about us.

Well, they're not all like that.

Not all.

They're welcome if they're friendly.

Anybody friendly can come.

Oh, thank you.

These are for the do at the hall.

Here Alec Rishy is.

Usher. Strange, that, him being a
socialist.

Just like the army all over again.

Officers and men.

Men do all the work.

You're going to have to come and get
changed.

We've got plenty of time.

Yes, we've got to be late for the
wedding of your comrade -in -arms.

Don't worry, I'll not be late on parade.

What did Roberts do?

Yes, I know. We can go later. What are
the arrangements after the church?

Tea and buns at the village hall.

Whiskey and such for the posh at the big
house.

We're going to both.

Aren't you glad you're well connected?
Oh, come on.

That monkey suit cost me a fortune.
Well, it's all laid out and you're going

look wonderful in it.

And before you ask, have I got the list
of all my duties? Yes, I have. Right

here, next to my heart.

That damn sergeant. No one knows what
he's doing at the church.

I always thought it was the sergeants
who ran the British army.

So it is, but no one ever says so.

I thought you might like that for your
scrapbook.

Mother and father.

There he is again.

The Australian.

Timmy's brother.

Timmy is taking her to the wedding.

It's too late to change your mind now.

Have you seen Phoenix?

No. Well, she should be here by now.

Good health to the Pilates.

Good health indeed to the Romanes.

I made this for you.

As a feel to the vows you are about to
make, give each other the right

hand.

Do you, Andrew, take this woman, Flora,
to be your wedded wife?

And do you, in the presence of God and
before this congregation, promise and

covenant to be to her a loving, faithful
and dutiful husband until God shall

separate you by death?

I do.

I give my grandson to your daughter.

And I give my daughter to your grandson.

Do you, the both of you, Robert and
Tansy, wish to live together as man and

wife?

Robert, do you want this woman for the
rest of your life?

Yeah, I do.

Tansy, do you want this man for the rest
of your life?

I do.

Hold out your left hand.

By this sign you take each other to have
and to hold from this day forward for

better, for worse, for richer, for
poorer, in sickness and in health, to

and to cherish till death do you part.

For as much as you have covenanted
together in holy wedlock, and have

the same before God and these witnesses,
I pronounce you to be husband and wife.

In the name of the Father, and of the
Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

Amen.

Now, jump over the brush.

I'm not going back to Australia empty
-handed, Femi.

And I don't want to argue with you about
it any longer.

All those nice presents, all that flash
behaviour, it was all for this?

I'm tired telling you.

If you want to be fair, just give me the
£2 ,000 you got for Uncle Heggie's

house and I'll be off.

That's not fair. That's all the money I
have. He wanted me to have it. You have

the farm. I have nothing. Nothing? I
thought you said you were well off. I

didn't say it. You thought it.

You give me no alternative, Femi, but to
let everybody know what kind of a

person you are.

Now we hear it.

Yes.

You wouldn't do that.

You tell them about us and the baby.

Do you know what they'd say about you?
It doesn't matter to me what they say

about me.

I don't live here.

You do.

How did you know I got £2 ,000 for the
house? I read your bank statement.

Oh, you swine.

I've been called worse.

Now, do I get that money or not?

Hello, Femi.

Umberto!

You weren't at the kilt. I was worried.

How long have you been here?

Long enough.

This is private business.

Yes, I've heard you're private business.

Come, brother.

Look, Umberto, this is just between us.
Just leave it.

Go ahead.

Blackmail Femi.

And fake the police charges.

She'd never stand up in a court and say
all that.

She would.

Oh.

Wouldn't you fear me?

Yes,

I would.

I would.

I would.

Forget it all. Be sensible.

Walk out here.

Get into your posh car, and we never see
your face again.

Goodbye,

recesser.

Do you think you would like to stay here
in Strasbourg now that they're married

and settling down?

I couldn't leave Strasbourg, my dear.

You see, there it was.

Is that your last word?

I'm afraid it is, Consul.

Just another joke. Alex, well done.

Glad it's over.

Me too.

You're both going to the village hall,
right? Of course.

Come on, come on. We're going to be
late.

Peter Senadans, Major and Mrs. Mingus K.
Gordons.

No, I'm there to... I didn't really
care.

Oh, Phoebe, come on.

It's what you are.

Come away.

Enjoy yourself.

Oh, really?

Can anybody join in?

I sent you an invite.

That's why we're here.

You're not dancing?

Not yet.

Welcome, everybody!

What are you running comes over the
room? They're getting trouble in

soon, in the register.

Oh, Robert!

Life does answer me.

Your happiness.

Elderberry. Our own making.

Are you happy, Mrs. Mingus?

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