All language subtitles for 04. Hamish Macbeth-West Coast Story-S1

He's gone out for a wee while, Jock.

That may be something.

Up! Up!

Up! Up! Up!

Jonathan. You'd better go straight in.
He's waiting for you.

Come in.

It's not entirely satisfactory, is it?

No.

Some people think that the world turns
on credit.

You would appear to agree with them,
Constable.

Well, I don't know. I don't subscribe to
that notion.

Thrift.

Thrift. It's a virtue that preserves
purity of thought.

Keeps us from sinful avarice.

You could say... It brings us closer

to God.

Would you agree, Constable Macbeth?

Well, I suppose.

I don't know.

Why? And yet, you seem to have lost that
virtue.

Well, I had a few unforeseen expenses.

Indeed you have.

This very day, a cheque for £340,
presented by McAlpine's Wholesale Whisky

Spirits Limited in Vernet.

Special bulk -buy bargain offer.

It's a bargain with the devil, that's
what it is.

The cheque has been returned unpaid.

You've got a month to find the £1 ,356
you owe this bank before we commence

proceedings.

You can hand in your cash card on the
way out.

How am I going to eat?

It's a wicked, sinful world we live in,
P .T. Macbeth.

And we're both put here by the Lord to
turn folk away from error.

No matter how painful that redemption
is.

Hey, Jimmy.

Duncan.

Hey.

Good morning, Hamish.

Mr. Futter.

I'm ready for you now.

All right, then.

So there we were.

Oh, 63P, please.

So, it's the big fight. Big Dougie gets
his flick knife out, starts waving it in

front of Bobby's face.

It's 50.

Before anyone can stop him. He steps up
to Bob, slips on the floorboard, and

wham! In goes the blade. Right up to the
hilt was an awful sight. The blood was

butting out of Bobby in a jet. Great big
gobs of it. I tell you, it was

terrible.

53P. There you go.

See you later, Robbie.

Hi, hi.

You've not listened to a word I've said.

I'm just after telling you how Bobby
Gillespie was stabbed.

Bobby Gillespie?

When? Last night.

At the rehearsal.

Oh, right.

It was a terrible accident.

God alone knows how we're going to
replace a singer of Bobby's calibre with

three weeks to go.

Oh, well.

Hey, you've given me Spanish money.

Could you let me off with it, Rory? The
bank manager stole my cash point card.

Never. Aye.

Wee jock sitting out in the car and he's
starving.

Oh, for goodness sake.

State of the world.

Letting a wee dog starve like that.

There.

Very kind of you, Rory. Very kind.

Kind of hungry myself.

Help yourself.

Pay me when you can.

I really appreciate this, Rory.

Anything I can do for you. Anything.

Ach, weest.

Hamish,

there might be just a wee something.

When you're a jet, you're the top car in
town. You're the gold medal kid with

the heavyweight crown.

When you're a jet, you're the swinginest
thing. Little boy, you're a man. Little

man, you're a king.

The jets are in gear.

Our cylinders are clickin'.

And that should be clear, cause every
Puerto Rican's a lousy chicken.

Here comes the jet, like a fan out of
hell. Someone gets in our way, someone

don't feel so well.

Here comes the jet, little world,
there's a sign. Better go on the ground,

better run, better hide.

We're drawing a line, to keep the noses
hidden.

We're hanging a sign, cause this is just
forbidden.

And we ain't kidding.

Here comes the chat, yeah. We're going
to beat every life -bugging guy on the

whole bugging street. On the whole
bugging, ever -loving street.

Yeah!

Nice bit of left -hand work there, Esme.
Thank you, Rory.

I can appreciate a woman with supple
hands.

Good, good, all of you.

Hamish, not bad for a first try.

Aye.

Let me get this straight.

There's two gangs, right?

The Jets and the Sharks.

And they're always, like, fighting and
stabbing one another.

But in between, they do a fair bit of
singing and dancing.

That's it?

Uh -huh. And, like, these are the Jets,
who are, like, a band of savage teenage

thugs.

Do you have a problem with that, Hamish?

Well, I mean, come on, you've got to
admit.

No, no.

We love the Sharks.

We do them as well.

So what happens when the Jets and the
Sharks meet up?

It's surprising.

With a bit of subtle reworking, how
seldom they have to meet.

Aye, but when they do, we spread out.

Sorry, Isabel.

I had to work.

Well, you're cutting it fine.

We're just about to do your scene.
Sorry.

Evening, Hamish. All right, Jimmy.

Scene 21, please.

It's kind of full of sticks.

Bike manager's dog.

It is. OK, Rory.

Roll it.

Only young Jimmy can act.

Oh, there's not much acting about it.

Watch this.

You're the only thing I'll see forever
In my eyes, in my

words, and in everything I do Nothing
else but you, ever

Does her father know she's doing this?

No, she doesn't know.

What's the matter with you?

Just saying, I don't think her father
would approve of the way she's handling

young Jimmy.

Well, that's what West Side Story's all
about, ish.

The forbidden star -crossed love.

Tonight,

tonight, it all began tonight.

I saw you and the world went away.

Thank you.

Jimmy.

Sorry.

Do it again?

No, that won't be necessary.

Some of these men will need
hospitalisation if they have to witness

lust twice in one night.

Come on now, there's work to be done.

I'm telling you.

Didn't know you had it in you, Jimmy
son.

Just a wee bit, you know.

Listen, is your dad okay?

Aye. How?

Didn't look himself in the bank this
morning.

There's nothing we can't handle.

You coming?

See you. See you.

Sorry.

Tell me, uh... You wouldn't happen to
know if there was anything wrong with

Jimmy's father, would you?

Well, that would be confidential, of
course. Oh, yeah, of course, yeah.

It's a hard life keeping sheep on these
hills.

Solitude, financial crisis, drink.

They could all conspire to break a man.

Hypothetically speaking, of course. Of
course.

I mean, a man might need a wee bit of
help, even if he was too proud to ask.

Hypothetically, aye.

Step, step,

step, step, step, step.

Hey! That's it, that's it. Hey, Doc!
Hey, Mish, look at this!

No bad, eh?

Oh, you're beautiful!

Hey, the drinks are on me!

Good dog!

It is amazing the strange magic of
theatre that leads grown men to make

tits of themselves.

Absolutely.

What was Mr Macbeth saying about your
dad?

Well, my dad's just... Since my mum
died, he's not been right.

Everything's kind of... I don't know.

Where's Gint?

Um, with my father's competitors at the
bank.

Not very.

I'm sorry.

It's okay.

Look up.

Oh, my hands are cold.

Yours too.

Well, you're not kidding me, are you?

I haven't yet learned how to joke that
way.

I don't think I ever will.

Get your hands off her! Kenneth!

Stay away from my sister!

There's only one thing he wants from
you. Kenneth, mind your own business.

can I? You'll end up cast from the sight
of the Lord. You'll be nothing but a

visitor of clinics.

Kenny, shut up.

And get lost.

No. You've been missing meetings of the
Good News Fellowship for weeks.

Does father know what you've been doing
instead?

Look, Kenneth, don't tell him. It's just
a musical.

It's harmless.

Well, we'll have to see about that,
won't we?

Jeez, oh.

He's kind of revved up, your Kenneth.

Yes, I think of his hormones.

I know how he feels.

I don't give a god.

Just pluked.

Well, it's a night made for loving,
jockey boy.

But... My woman doesn't want me.

Nobody wants a bankrupt boss.

Not even one with three cases of the
finest malt whiskey known to man.

Hamish. Isabel.

You forgot your script.

Go in.

What do you have to tell me, daughter?

Dad.

You have been missing your church
meetings to attend rehearsals of a... an

entertainment, which I am told involves
dancing in public.

I... Yes.

And now Kenneth says he found you
compromising your dignity with a village

Who is he?

Jimmy Souter.

Duncan Souter's boy.

That's correct, Father.

He was all over her.

Hands everywhere. Enough!

His father's a knight, you feckless
wafter, who cannot live within his

That's not true.

I'll not let you taint the memory of
your mother with such wanton

You're not to see him again.

You hear me, girl?

Good night, Father.

Good night.

You did right to bring this to me,
Kenneth.

Your mother would have approved.

I wish I'd known her.

She was a fine, upstanding woman, son.

Shouldn't really be drinking this stuff.

That bank manager bounced my cheque.

I'm in debt up to my ears.

What are you going to do?

I don't know.

Maybe run away to the rigs.

No.

You don't want to do that.

Hamish, are you all right? For God's
sake, what is it?

I sense something.

Some sort of karmic surge coming out of
your house.

Something going down.

I thought you might be in some kind of
trouble.

Does it look like I'm in trouble?

Well, you can't be too careful.

You've opened a bottle, then?

Oh, sit down.

I'll get you a glass.

Isabel?

Hello? Duncan?

Hi, Jimmy.

Hey. How you doing?

Fine.

I was wondering if I could have a word
with your father.

Sure.

Listen, you'd better come in.

Duncan. Come on, Duncan, you need to get
a move on, man.

It's eleven o 'clock already.

There's no point.

There's every point.

Come on, the world's not such a terrible
place.

There's young Jimmy there, he's the
toast of the village and now he's

Eh. Having a romance with young Phyllis
Dix as well, I hear?

What?

Oh, the Dix girl.

Dad. Are you trying to shame me, boy?

No. I told you to stay away from her.

Her father's intent to drive me out of
business and you run around with this

girl behind my back. Duncan.

You keep away from that girl!

For God's sake, what are you trying to
do to me, boy?

He's just a boy, Duncan.

I can hear the falcon from here.

Who?

Seal folk.

Do you think this?

Mary's down there.

Mary's been dead for seven years.

No, no.

No, she's down there.

Calling for Jimmy.

She went back to the seal folk and...

And now she wants him as well.

They've come back for their own, you
see.

Duncan.

Look, the guy you've cast in his marbles
is obvious.

Maybe I, maybe no.

You're not saying you believe him.

I'm not saying I believe him.

I'm not saying I don't believe him.

I will thank you, Paddy Ashton.

You're saying to me that...

You believe that this guy's wife has
turned into a heel?

A thing doesn't actually need to happen
for it to be real.

He's a break, John.

Duncan's suffering from love sickness.

And he's not the only one.

What?

There's a selkie calling for you as
well, Macbeth.

I'm warning you.

You're looking on the wrong beach.
Right.

I'm off.

And John, John.

Stop polishing the fax machine.

Make of our hands one.

You're interrupting our rehearsal.

This rehearsal is over.

Under the standing orders of the church
hall subcommittee, any lewd or

licentious use is barred at the
discretion of the chairman of the said

subcommittee. And who is the chairman?

I am.

Phyllis, home.

Scandal. Two months hard work down the
drain.

It's just our luck to have a religious
maniac on our patch.

There's nothing to do.

We'll have to call the production off.

I mean, if Cameron Dix wants to, what is
it, rumble,

then I say we rumble.

What do you say?

Well, I say go, go.

I say mix.

I say, boomba, boomba.

Whack -o, jack -o!

I applaud this sentiment, ladies and
gentlemen, but what can we do?

Dick's as well in with the ministers.

Discredit him.

Discredit him? Mm -hmm. You need to have
done something to be discredited.

The Pope has more form than Cameron
Dick. Oh, come on. If we can't find any,

just have to make up.

Always the consummate police
professional, eh, Hamish?

There's guilt tugging at the heart of
that man.

I can see it.

Ah, you mark what I'm saying.

He's got a past.

I hate to say it, but he's seldom wrong.

Hey, I've just remembered something.

An old mate of mine told me once.

What? You know, I never give it one
thought.

Come on, what?

Hang on.

Hi, Zoot boy.

Aye. Yes, it's Lachlan McRae here.

Aye. Aye, that Lachlan. Yes. So, how's
sunny Inverness, then?

Aye. You Southerners get all the good
weather, don't you, eh?

Yes, I was wondering, did you tell me
once that you knew Cameron Dix back in

60s?

Yes. Oh, aye. There was great days in
Lockdew as well. Aye.

Yes.

Zoot. Zoot, aye, aye.

Who is he?

Well, he used to be an old customer of
mine, you know.

And he was a leading light in the
Bohemian Cafe Society of Inverness as

I never knew they had Bohemians in
Inverness.

No, this was in 1967, man. You know,
miniskirts, music, free love.

Sometimes I think I'd wasted my entire
life.

I'm afraid the bank can't do anything
more for you, Mr. Souter.

If you can't meet your commitments in
five days, we'll be commencing

repossession.

My farm.

You put me out.

That was the agreement.

There's nothing... There's nothing I can
do.

If you can't keep your son off of my
girl...

I'll keep you out of my town.

What?

So, I think that concludes the
interview, Mr Souter.

Thank you very much for coming in.

Good morning.

Aye, it's some place you've got here,
Zoot boy.

Aye, kind of freaky. You know what?

Very nice.

Ah, you should be here for one of our
nature communion we get.

I mean, it's like a... like a sex
machine.

Ah, sounds cracking, boy.

Um, Zoot, you told me that you knew
Cameron Dix, didn't you? No, I was his

man. Really?

Oh, one of the swinginest gigs ever.

We stained ourselves with blue wood. We
hailed the sun as it rose our dingwall

and flung ourselves naked in the
Caledonian Canal.

Fantastic.

This can't have been the same Cameron
Dix. Sure it was.

Effie ran off with a polar sergeant from
Mulgay in the end.

Poor Cameron never even got his car keys
back.

That was round about then he signed
himself up with the God Squad.

Definitely no mass scene, man. You dig?

I thought his wife was dead.

No.

Here.

That's this at the Isle of Wight in 67.

Gave an entirely new meaning to the term
pleasure beach, I can tell you.

And this is Hippie.

She's under the Aunt Summer's shop on
Wick these days.

My God.

I wonder, do you think he'd give us a
loan of that for a couple of days?

In Wick?

Ah, is he? Really?

No, it's... Cameron's been creating a
few negative vibes in the village, you

know.

Upsetting folk unnecessarily. But I
think if he was to see these

might change his ways. Do you know what
I mean?

Oh, I see.

Would you be interested in a film I shot
at the Nairn Free Love Festival in 69?

My God, what a gig that was. Didn't hear
a stitch on for a fortnight.

We're on to us when we get all the
donkey dicks his nickname.

Donkey? Oh, God, aye.

Never seen nothing like it.

Oh, well, I suppose we could take a wee
look.

You need to come.

It's Dad.

He's off his head.

Morning.

Morning. All right, Jimmy.

You just try and get him to sleep.

He'll be back in the morning when he's
calmed in, eh?

He's going to lose the farm.

It's all because of me.

It's not your fault.

He's smashing the place up.

I tried to stop him, but he just went
from... Jimmy, I'll take Kerry, OK?

Duncan.

Dad.

You get your hands off her. You just
keep on.

Duncan. No, take it easy.

Duncan,

you all right?

You all right?

I can't stand

it.

I'm losing it.

I'm losing it all.

You've got a customer, Hamish.

Mr. Dix.

Something I can do for you.

Perhaps you heard of someone enjoying
themselves and you want me to lock them

up. You would be better advised not to
take that satirical tone with me,

Macbeth.

I want Jimmy Souter found and arrested.

For what?

For taking my girl against my will.

She went out last night and didn't
return.

I want them found.

Well, your girl wasn't with Jimmy last
night.

You know that for a fact?

Aye, I do.

Jimmy's pulling the cells, John.

Aye, but it's not that simple. Right, Mr
Dix, this way.

Hamish, I don't think this is a good
idea. Want proof that Jimmy was alone

night? Hamish. Right behind this door.

I very much regret this course of
action, but in this event, repossession

proceedings are being brought forward
and will commence immediately.

Yours, et cetera, et cetera.

Right, Janice, get that off the shooter.

Yes, Mr. Dix.

Uh, take another.

To police complaints in Vernet.

Dear sir, I wish to report the use of a
police station as a brothel.

You're ruining everything!

Thank you, Janice. We'll do this later.

I won't have you associating with that
boy.

You can't, I told me. Well, we'll have
to see.

You might find that he's moving out of
the district.

His father had gone bankrupt.

Yes. You made sure of that, didn't you?
Phyllis, I'm trying to do my duty by

you.

I hate you.

Wait. Phyllis!

Come back here!

I never realized what a wonderful sport
volleyball was.

Here comes the jet like a bat outta hell
Someone gets in our way Someone

don't feel so well

Gentlemen

I give you the toast.

Revenge.

Revenge.

Apparently his wife isn't even dead. He
just pretended she was.

Even his children don't know.

When this gets out, he's finished in
this place.

Aye, the man's been living a lie.

Now he's got a pig.

I came to.

I thought Jimmy was still here.

I'll go after her.

Phyllis, I'm really sorry you had to
witness it.

I don't know what we were thinking.

How could he?

All these years, thinking she was dead.

Well, I don't know. I mean, maybe he
felt he had to, you know, make up the

to help him cope with the loss.

People do that all the time.

This all killed Kenneth.

He thought my mother was a saint.

I'm really sorry.

Look, why don't you and me put our heads
together and see if we can

do something right for a change?

Eh?

I brought the poster from the road.

Right then.

Jimmy.

Don't go, son.

I can't manage.

What's that?

That's your holiday shots from Nairn.

What are you talking about?

I haven't been to Nairn for...

Why didn't you tell

me my mother was alive?

Oh, Phyllis.

Morning, Father.

Blessed food, O Lord, may your fruit
strengthen our will against the forces

sin. Amen. Amen.

Sorry, Father. I'm late for school. I've
got to die.

Your mother didn't want you.

I had to find a way of... of making
things right.

Kenneth... Kenneth thinks she was next
to God.

She wasn't.

You might as well tell him.

Please.

Not in the heart.

You're going to let Jimmy's dad keep his
farm.

Otherwise, I'm leaving.

And Kenneth gets the whole story. You
can't.

You're lying.

Don't leave.

Not you.

That was Cameron and Dick. I'll be back
after.

Mr.

Okay, it's okay.

Kenneth?

Kenneth?

Father?

Boy, boy, crazy boy. Get cool, boy.

Got a rocket in your pocket.

Keep cool, be cool, boy.

Don't get hot.

Because, man, you've got some high times
ahead.

Take it slow.

And, daddy, oh, you can live it up and
die in vain.

Boy, boy, creepy boy.

Stay loose, boy.

Breeze it, buzz it, easy does it.

Turn it up.

When you come, use the back door.

Si.

Oh, Tony.

What does Tony stand for?

Anthem.

Good night.

Good night.