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Take it easy. What you want to do? Ruin them?

Hey Ernie, can you hear me? I still can't get you.

How much longer? ─ A couple of minutes.

Anything coming through there? ─ Nah, still nothing.

Oh, it's ten to one we've got another dud.

Wait a minute .. here he comes.

Okay Ernie, it's tungsten alright, but how much is there?

The hold is full and it's brimming over.

Well? ─ Just a minute.

That's the lowest we'll clear.

Say, that's not bad, not bad at all. Are you sure this is the minimum?

Sure I'm sure. Tungsten is tungsten and salvage is salvage.

What are you doing? ─ Division.

Of what? ─ Wait a minute.

That's your split on the bottom, right? ─ Sure.

What would you give for my share in this outfit? Ship, cargo, charts, the works.

You must be out of your mind. Quit now when we've just made our first strike?

Make me an offer.

Eighteen G's.

Eighteen G's .. with my cut of the tungsten, that'll be 30,000 bucks.

Okay, it's a deal. ─ I don't get it.

We've been hanging around Florida waters for months.

Now we're all set to make real dough, you want to quit.

When I left the Navy, I figured salvage was the best way to make 25 grand fast.

Well, maybe four years isn't setting any records, but ..

What are you going to do with it? ─ I'm going to take a trip .. to Europe.

What's the matter? Europe will still be there in a couple of years from now.

You think so .. I'm not waiting that long.

You're not going to tell me it's a dame?

Sammy .. I ain't going to tell you anything.

Only going to England? ─ That's all.

How long do you expect to stay in England, sir?

Just a couple of weeks.

Thank you.

How much? ─ Seven and six.

Seven and six is thirteen. You mean six shillings and seven pence?

I don't. I mean seven shillings and six pence. Three half-crowns will do it.

Sorry, I've only been here a week. I haven't got it yet. Is that right?

Well, it's a fare ..

How's that? ─ Hail Columbus!

Ah tea, good .. thank you.

May I come in? ─ Mr Douglas? Certainly.

Yes, I did say eleven o'clock didn't I .. take a seat will you.

Fairbairn here.

"What's about the Hollroyd job?" ─ What?

"The compensation for that accident at Greenwich."

The Hollroyd papers?

Yes, I finished those last night. They are on their way round to you now.

Anything for me today Colonel?

Well yes, as a matter of fact there is.

Sorry to have been so long about it, but I did say a week, didn't I.

Now you wanted the present address ..

Of a fellow called Smithers. Alfred Smithers.

Providing he is the same Smithers who was in the Commandos.

Yes, this is the chap alright .. but you won't be able to get in touch with him.

He died a couple of months ago. Results of old wounds apparently.

He died but I ..

Sorry, nothing I can do about it though.

Now wait a minute, there is something you can do.

You can put me in touch with somebody else who was in that same unit.

You'll have to take that up with the Inquiries Department I'm afraid.

You mean, weave through all that red tape again?

Why, for the love of Mike?

Regulations, you know.

Why don't you just say you don't want to do any more than you have to?

I shouldn't have blown my top like that. I apologize.

Perfectly alright Mr Douglas.

What I ought to have done is explain why this thing is so important to me.

You see, it's really about my younger brother.

Fairbairn here.

"There's a reference to my memorandum FY24. FY24 .."

Sorry, I haven't had time yet. I'll get to it as soon as I possibly can.

You said something about a brother? ─ Yeah .. mine.

It's a long story, so I'll cut it short.

He came over here and joined your Army before we were in .. in 1940.

Good for him.

He got into the Commandos and got killed on the last raid before D-Day.

Too bad. Very sorry to hear that. ─ Well.

Anyway, after I was notified of Hank's death, my ship pulled into Portsmouth.

And I found out that this particular Commando unit was stationed close by.

So I went over there to ask if there were any buddies of his.

And that's where I ran into this fellow Smithers.

And, well I just wanted to see him again. That was all.

We didn't have much time to talk that once.

No, I see .. you should have told me all this before, you know.

Now let's have another look. I seem to remember a letter from some fellow.

Ah yes, here it is.

Now this fellow wrote about the service funeral.

He seems to be a close friend of Smithers. He might do I should think.

Why sure he would. Thanks Colonel, thanks very much.

Well, here we are.

Now this place "Coellyd" is in Wales. It's quite a journey.

You take a train from Paddington.

Thanks again for all you've done for me, especially after the way I've behaved.

Oh no. My fault entirely.

I expect I seem like what you fellows call a "stuffed shirt" I believe.

Goodbye to you. ─ Goodbye.

The first cage will be up in a minute.

Llewellyn! Idwal Llewellyn.

There is a visitor for you Idwal. This is your man Mr Douglas.

What is your business with me, man?

There must be a mistake. I'm looking for a man who was in the Commandos.

The way you talk, you're an American? ─ Yeah.

Oh, it is young Idwal you want .. my son.

Taffy .. Taffy .. this is my son.

Taffy, this gentleman has come all the way from America to see you.

My name is Douglas, Clay Douglas.

You were in the Commandos with Al Smithers weren't you?

You knew Al?

Well I met him during the war. I wanted some information from him but ..

Well, maybe you can help me?

What are you going to do? Here Taffy, are you not helping the gentleman?

What is it about?

Well I don't think we can talk here. Suppose you eat with me.

I will have to get cleaned up.

Well come to the bathhouse. Mr Douglas can't wait man.

You bring him along. I will go ahead.

Now you boys will wish to be talking, so I'll take myself about my business.

You know, I'm not sure I can help you much about your brother.

It was on a raid, I know that.

In Brittany .. a little place called San Celeste.

But tell me, how many other casualties were there, besides Hank?

He was the only one.

Unusual wasn't it? ─ Perhaps.

Thinking I was. It would be very bad if Mr Douglas was going back to America.

And thinking there was no hospitality in Wales at all.

My cousin David.

Say he knows there is no such thing as an American who is not hospitable.

They have more indeed to be hospitable with, but uh ..

We can do our best, too.

That raid .. how many men were on it?

How would I be knowing that? ─ You remember everything else.

I remember what I was told only.

What you were told? But you were there.

That I was not. I was in dock with a bullet in my leg, I got a week before.

That hadn't occurred to me. I'm sorry about the third degree routine.

How was your journey from America. ─ Oh fine, fine.

Tell me something. What do you know of the circumstances of Hank's death?

I have told you, I was not on that raid.

But you might have heard something? From Smithers maybe?

Look you, I am tired of this beating about the bush.

You are wanting to say something, but you are afraid .. make up your mind.

Alright, my brother was shot through the head.

What Smithers told me makes me think that the bullet that wasn't German.

I think Hank was murdered by one of the other Commandos on that raid.

Is that straight enough?

I see ..

Look, I will tell you what I know. Not much, but Alf' did say something to me.

He came to see me in hospital.

He told me what he told you, that there was something odd about Hank getting it.

When there wasn't a Jerry for miles that hadn't been taken care of.

Alf' was .. worried about it.

But we couldn't talk. Not there in the ward.

And afterwards, when I was back in the unit, he wouldn't say any more.

What do you mean "wouldn't"?

When I asked him, he said there was nothing to it. He must be mistaken.

Somebody got to him, you think?

I'm only telling you how it was.

But tell me something. Who was it in the unit that didn't get along with Hank?

For me, they was all good lads.

I'm not doing any guessing like that.

Well .. put me on to somebody else.

Give me an address, anything. I'll start from scratch.

No .. I'm not mixing in this anymore.

You me to tell me I've come all this way just to get to a blind alley?

Look, you were a buddy of Hank's. Can't you understand how I ..

Ah, skip it.

You got a bit of paper?

This is the only address I know .. it's in Scotland.

Major McArran .. he was in command of the raid.

You know, I never saw a country like this .. it's just ..

And why shouldn't you be liking it? It's where you belong.

What do you mean?

You may think you're an American, but you're not.

You're a "Black Douglas" man if ever I saw one.

You'll not take the love of this out of a man's blood. Not in a few generations.

Well, it's only two at that .. you may be right.

Well .. here we are.

Over yonder is mother McArran herself. The mother of Hamish.

Mrs McArran, I've brought a visitor for you. A mister Douglas from America.

I was at the station when I heard him asking Forbes for Hamish.

Thank you Angus.

How do you do Mr Douglas. ─ How do you do Mrs McArran.

I feel I should explain .. ─ Stop, don't come a step nearer.

It's the bees. They are very rampageous this morning.

Alright for me of course, but they would eat a stranger alive.

Yes, I see what you mean.

Sheila, take Mr Douglas into the house will you.

Forgive me, won't you. I'll join you when I've got these creatures under control.

If you come this way, sir.

Sheila! Sheila, quickly.

Will you go in sir. The drawing room is right down the house.

Holy mackerel!

Oh, I'm so sorry. ─ It's alright.

It must've hurt terribly. As you opened the door it slipped out of my hand.

It wasn't even the book I was looking for.

"Arms and Armour of the Seventeenth Century."

I'll take that one .. full coverage.

Uhuh .. the all-American effect.

You don't look like a football player. ─ What do you know about football?

Don't be so baffled. I happen to be an English woman who has been to America.

Whenever I hear an American voice I get sort of .. homesick.

Hey, can't they shoot you for treason for that?

Oh no. I'm cementing relations.

That always sounds so horribly uncomfortable, doesn't it ..

Yeah.

How long since you were last in the States?

Oh, not since the war unfortunately.

I was with the RAF in Washington from '42 to '45. What were you doing then?

I was in the Navy, South Pacific mostly. Submarines .. cigarette?

An American cigarette .. I haven't had one of these for years.

I didn't know the McArran's were expecting a visitor.

Funny, they didn't tell me. ─ The McArran's? Aren't you one?

No, I'm Elspeth Graham .. I'm just staying in the Glen for a few weeks.

Oh, well my name is Douglas, Clay Douglas .. how are you?

I suppose you are a friend of Hamish's?

Well no, not exactly.

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting Mr Douglas.

Elspeth, I didn't know you were here. ─ Margaret, I came in to borrow a book.

And I needn't have worried about Mr Douglas after all.

Have you introduced yourselves? ─ Yes, I didn't waste a minute.

I dropped a book on his head, poor man.

Take your coat off and come and sit down.

Thank you.

Now there's no bees around ma'am, I can explain myself. I came to see your son.

Angus said he was away but that he'd be back this afternoon.

I'm afraid he won't. He's not coming until tomorrow.

Oh .. oh that's too bad.

You will stay here of course. We'll be delighted to have you.

There you are children. Bring them in Sheila.

I couldn't impose on you like that.

Your bag is upstairs already sir .. in the south room.

This is Andrew Dunlop .. and Meg .. ─ Robertson.

Robertson, of course. And Jock Buchanan.

The children are going to sing in our school festival.

Aren't you children? And we're using my piano to practice with.

You there Meg .. Andrew in the middle .. that's right.

You know, this makes me think of my mother.

She wanted to make a choirboy out of me.

Did she succeed? ─ No, not so you'd notice.

Where does your mother live now?

Well, she's dead. She died when I was in school.

My father too. They were both killed in an automobile crash.

How dreadful for you. Were you all alone then?

Oh no, no. I had a brother, but he was just a kid then.

Where is he now?

He was killed in action in 1944.

Oh .. I'm so sorry.

That's really why I am here.

You see, Hank served under Major McArran.

Really? An American in the Commandos? How did he manage that?

Well, he came over here in 1940 and joined the British Army.

He was always a great kid for getting into fights, any time, anybody.

I never saw him again.

So, as I was going to be in Britain anyway on business ..

I thought I'd grab the chance to pick up all the dope I could.

I'm sure Hamish will do all he can. He keeps in touch with most of his men.

Now children, shall we begin ..

Oh dear!

Never mind Jock, you can't help it can you. We'll try again shall we.

Do you really want to see me all the way home? ─ Sure.

Come along then. But you'll have to climb a little.

I wanted to show you this.

It's called a chladach cois. ─ What's that?

It is Gaelic. It means the sound of shore.

Listen.

Strange, isn't it? ─ Yeah.

Almost as if everything was .. waiting.

Here.

Oh I'm sorry .. let me take a look.

It's alright, it just startled me.

I think I will have a cigarette after all.

[ sneeze ]

Not getting cold, are you?

No .. I suffer from hay fever. It could be that.

It's white heather, isn't it? That's supposed to be lucky ..

Yes, but not for me.

You know, I keep thinking this country is like some place I've been before.

Then I find it isn't .. maybe that fellow Angus was right.

Angus?

Yeah, he says I belong here. That I'm a "Black Douglas" if ever he saw one.

He was just flattering you.

The Douglas's are lowlanders unless I'm very much mistaken.

Well, what's the matter with that?

Anyway, my Grandfather used to tell us that Mary Queen Of Scots ..

Couldn't have gotten along without us Douglas's.

With all due respect to your Grandfather ..

I think the lady would have done better if she'd never heard of your family.

Ah now, my family isn't that bad.

I guarantee you she just couldn't have made the grade without us.

No, Lord Boswell was Mary's second husband.

And he wasn't a Douglas.

The man who killed her first husband was.

You've got it all wrong, you see what ..

So, is that your house? ─ Uhuh.

Oh I like this ..

We can always look it up, you know. In fact, why don't we do it now?

Come along in.

Oh it's a nice room.

I'm afraid it's in a bit of a mess.

Are you an artist? ─ Well ..

Yes, in a way. I write children's stories and illustrate them.

Oh ..

Now .. where's that book?

It should be about here.

Would you like a drink? ─ No, not right now.

This may be it.

"Scotland, Chapter 4. Agriculture."

Aren't you in the wrong place?

It's not the right book.

Excuse me.

You know, I'm wondering. Why are we so interested in Mary Queen Of Scots?

I want to find out .. which of us is right, I mean.

Oh sure. Yeah ..

Well, maybe we can settle it some other time ..

Right now, I'd better be going back.

Oh, thank you very much for seeing me home.

I suppose you think I'm silly but I have to be sure of things.

So?

So .. I'm going to find that book.

You do that.

Hamish! Darling, I didn't expect you so soon.

I didn't wait for a train. Innes drove me to Mull and I got a cab from there.

Who is that with Elspeth?

But here's the real baby. Just take a look at that.

Hello Elspeth, how are you? ─ Afternoon Angus. ─ Sheila.

Hamish, we've had a wonderful day's fishing.

This is my son. Hamish, this is Mr Douglas.

How are you?

Quite a fish. Who's responsible?

Mr Douglas himself. The whole catch is his.

I don't remember a better rod since I fished Loch Arran.

Thanks.

Angus has to keep reminding himself it's a "Black Douglas" he's admiring.

And not an American. ─ Well, here we go again.

Anybody can be proud of this one.

Hamish, there's a thing Mr Douglas has come from America just to ask you.

Why not take him into the study? ─ By all means.

Sit down, won't you.

Glass of sherry? ─ Yes, thanks.

Now .. what was it you wanted to ask me?

Do you remember a man who served under you called Hank Douglas?

Very well .. any relation?

Yeah, my brother .. how did he do? Was he a good soldier?

Better than good.

He was killed in that San Celeste raid, wasn't he?

Yes.

You happen to know where he's buried? ─ I'm afraid I can't help you there.

I was afraid of that .. he was the only casualty .. wasn't he?

Yes, come to think of it, he was. ─ How come?

I'm afraid I don't know. You see we were timed to push off ..

Just as I was told he'd caught it.

Then you can't tell me anything about his actual death?

I'm afraid I can't .. sorry.

I guess you are wondering why the cross-examination.

Well, it's partly sentiment and part .. well, call it family pride.

Well, it's partly sentiment, and part .. well, call it family pride.

As I told your mother, I'd like to see if I couldn't pick up some mementos.

You know, snapshots, personal gear. Anything like that.

Please .. you don't have to bother with explanations.

I'm only sorry I can't help you.

How many men were on that particular raid? Do you remember?

Let me see .. twelve I think.

Yes that was it .. two officers, ten other ranks.

Mrs McArran told me that you kept in touch with some of your men.

If you could help me see anyone else on that operation I would appreciate it.

Well, that's not easy to remember. I would have to look it up.

Well, maybe I could start you off.

I know the name of one man .. it's "Smithers".

"Alf Smithers".

That's right .. he was a great pal of your brother's too.

Have you seen him? ─ No.

No, he died a week or two before I landed.

Did he? .. Oh that's too bad.

Mrs McArran says will you come to the garden and look at the roses.

They are covered with greenfly. ─ Alright Sheila.

Well, we are through I believe.

Yeah .. yeah I guess so.

If I could just get those names before I go in the morning.

Hamish! ─ Coming mother.

[ music: Wagner ]

Well, that was quite nice I suppose. I do not like these moderns.

It was Wagner, mother. ─ He should have known better.

Well, I must go now.

I've got a lot of work to finish before tomorrow. I shall be up half the night.

Maybe you shouldn't have come fishing. ─ Any excuse to get out of working ..

Goodnight.

Come on Elspeth, I'll walk you home.

Goodnight Mr Douglas.

I suppose I should say goodbye in case I don't see you before you go tomorrow.

Well, don't work too hard. You've got some research to do. Had you forgotten?

I certainly haven't .. It just is that I cannot find that book.

Drop me a card when you do. I'll be at the Savoy for another week anyway.

Ready, Elspeth? ─ Oh, okay.

Goodnight. Thanks for everything. ─ Goodnight dear. See you tomorrow.

I hope you've got everything you want, Mr Douglas.

By the way, did you find out everything you wanted from Hamish?

No, not everything. But he's given me something to go on.

Aren't you coming in?

I thought you had a lot of work to do. ─ Oh not that much. Come on.

Wasn't there some question of research or something?

You know, so that you can send postcards to The Savoy.

Oh don't be so .. oh come on, before I hit you over the head.

You can't expect me to wear a yashmak and hide every time I see another man.

Just because you and I like each other.

You know, who said I liked you? I'm not at all sure I do.

But I love you .. and you know it.

Oh Hamish.

Now you sit down and smoke a cigarette while I make drinks.

You know what my trouble is, don't you? I hate Columbus.

Why didn't he stay at home?

Don't be silly .. we'd be in an awful hole if he had.

Where are the cigarettes? ─ Box on the bookshelf near the door.

It's Mr Douglas's. He must have forgot it.

Careless isn't he. A pretty good hat too.

Here's your drink.

Seems rather a nice fellow. ─ He just saw me home last night.

Well, that was civil of him. Did you have a nice time?

Look here Hamish, if you're going to behave like this.

Why don't you got home and let me get on with my work, huh?

You want me return this to Douglas? ─ Thank you.

Did he leave anything else behind? I might make up a small parcel.

You're being very funny .. but this has gone far enough.

Because you say you're in love with me, and I've told you I'm fond of you ..

You haven't any right to behave as if you thought I was your property.

Sorry darling .. I was only fooling.

Well, I'll .. cut along. I know you want to do some work.

Not until you've had this.

Come on, hurry up. The train will not wait for him.

Do not worry yourself, he's got all the time in the world. It's just gone nine.

Thirteen and half minutes past. That clock is slow.

It was just last night. I wound it myself.

Whatever, my grandfather's watch is never wrong, and I'll thank you not ..

I'd like to say goodbye to your mother.

Well, she's probably in the garden, killing all the newborn greenfly.

Well look, I hate to bother you, but uh ..

You forgot to give me those names. ─ Oh, so I did, but I made the list up.

Fatal casualties? But Hank was the only one at San Celeste ..

Yes, the others got theirs later.

Martin bought his packet at Normandy.

These two, we called them the Dollis Sisters, were killed on the same day.

O'Hara died of wounds just before D-Day, and so did Shane.

Smithers is out of course too, now.

Oh and Piper, he ran into a booby-trap at Lorenzo.

Lewis .. Sholto Lewis?

Haven't I seen that name some place before?

There was an article in your Time Magazine a year or so ago.

Sholto was browned off about it. ─ That was it .. "Time".

If that article was on the level, he's some sort of a one-man blitzkrieg.

He was .. he's a fabulous character, Sholto.

I want some addresses.

That's going to be rather difficult to remember.

You see, I didn't happen to keep in touch with this bunch.

How about Lewis? You must know where to find him.

I ought to have his address somewhere.

Mr Douglas, Angus says you must hurry if you want to catch that train.

I'll be right out.

Oh just a minute.

That address? ─ Oh yes, of course.

It's 18 Riverview Terrace.

Hammersmith.

That's in west London, near the river.

I'm all set.

It's alright Angus. Here they are.

Goodbye ma'am, many thanks for your hospitality.

Goodbye Mr Douglas, delighted to have you. Oh, here's Elspeth.

So long, thanks. ─ Sorry I wasn't more help.

Mr Douglas, we must be leaving .. now.

Hello Elspeth, early this morning aren't you?

Would you like to come out on the loch? ─ That might be nice.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

If ever you're in town for a week, don't forget to pick up the phone and ..

Call Douglas!

Does Mr Sholto Lewis live here?

Yes.

Is he in? ─ Yes.

Well, can I speak to him? ─ Possibly.

Just a minute.

Now .. what is it you want? Precisely.

I want to talk to Mr Sholto Lewis. ─ Well, why don't you start.

You mean, you are Sholto Lewis? ─ I always thought so.

Oh don't look at me like that. I shall begin to doubt it.

There must be some mistake.

I'm looking for a Sholto Lewis who served in the Commandos.

I'm sorry you think I'm miscast.

I'm ever so strong really. Brave as brave.

Sholto, what are you doing? We need you terribly.

The third movement. They're turning it into a positive goulash.

Alright, alright. In a moment.

Could we be brief. I'm busy rehearsing.

Well maybe I'd better make another appointment, some other day?

You think so? I don't. We shall have it hanging over us. So "doom" shaped ..

I came to see you because your name was given to me by Hamish McArran.

The rugged Scot.

And since we are using names. What's yours?

Douglas. My brother Hank Douglas served under you. You remember him?

Hank .. a large young man .. noisy.

Sholto, if you don't come at once, I wash my hands of the whole morning.

Alright Oliver .. in a minute.

Gerald, no, no, no.

Tempo girls. One, two , three.

It's far too slow anyway .. cut out the second bar from the end will you.

What's the matter with you dear, eh?

That's a sword dear boy, you're not going to clean a pipe with it.

Now for the tenth time, take hold of it - 5, 6, 7, 8.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8 .. 1.

Right. Once again, from the beginning.

5, 6, 7, 8 .. 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8.

Don't do that. Most inadvisable.

You suggested I should wait. I didn't bargain for overnight.

Break for ten minutes.

Let's see now .. where were we?

No place yet, except that you remember my brother.

I want to get any details of his war service that I can, for family records.

You've come to the wrong shop.

As a fact, he didn't impress me very favorably, if I may say so.

You may not, but we'll skip it.

You recall the San Celeste raid in 44? ─ Not particularly. Why?

He was killed on that raid. He was the only casualty.

I need to find anyone who was with him. ─ Wrong shop again.

You know, you and I aren't going to get along.

What an agile mind you've got. ─ So, I'll cut it short.

McArran gave me the names of two other men who might be able to help.

They were Oakshott and Stoner. Do you know where I can find either of them?

No idea .. you see, I don't like to recall the war. An untidy business.

Too primitive.

Sholto .. Gerald is being terribly mulish. You must give him a talking-to.

Well, isn't that just too bad.

If I were you, I'd spank the little rascal .. hard!

Will you send this wire for me? ─ Certainly sir.

Mr Douglas. ─ Yes? ─ Telephone.

For me?

Hello. Clay Douglas here.

"The name of Douglas weaves in and out of Mary Stewart's life .."

"Like a dark and sinister thread". ─ Hello there! Where are you?

"From when, as a girl Queen, she was enmeshed in the life of James Douglas. "

"Earl of Morton, until after her experiences at Loch Leven Castle".

"With Sir William Douglas as her jailer".

Hold it, hold it. I want to get the rest in person. Where are you?

"London .. 25 Evelyn Mews South."

Well, what are you doing in London? I thought you were on a vacation.

There was an SOS from my publisher. A crisis about my new book.

More tea? ─ Yeah, please.

That was pretty good. ─ Well, don't sound so surprised.

Oh I like this room, too.

Especially the bookshelves.

Oh, we've forgotten what you came for.

Have we? ─ Yes, you know.

The book about Mary Queen of Scots. ─ Oh.

Just a minute. I'll go and get it.

[ whistling ]

That tune. I seem to remember it.

I don't know what it is, but it's been running through my head all afternoon.

Say, uh .. do you know a character called Sholto Lewis?

I know of him .. making quite a name for himself in the theater.

Ballet and that sort of thing. Why?

But it makes no sense. He and McArran seem to be friendly and it doesn't fit.

I believe they were in the Commandos together.

That doesn't fit either. Not with that character. I met him this afternoon.

You did?

Oh, on account of your brother I suppose? Have you had any luck yet?

No, not much .. is this the research? ─ Yes .. look where it's marked.

Read that.

"Although ignored by chroniclers, there is reason to believe .."

"That it was through the treachery on the part of Nigel Douglas."

"Who was credited with being her lover."

"That Mary was associated with the plot on Queen Elisabeth's life."

"And thus took her first steps towards the executioner's block."

Well, well.

See what I mean about the Douglas's? ─ Oh I certainly do.

You know, I'm surprised at you having one in your house.

What with making love with one hand, and cutting heads off with the other.

Well, perhaps you won't do either. ─ Oh give me time, just give me time.

Are you free for dinner tonight?

You can't take a Headman's Axe into a public restaurant.

Well, that wasn't what I was going to bring.

Anyway, I can't dine tonight. I've got work to do.

What again? ─ Yes, I make my living, you know.

I'd better get started, so you will .. have to go.

Now, wait a minute. Is that any way to treat one of the Douglas boys?

I'll make up for it somehow.

One night, you'll have dinner with me? ─ I'd like to very much.

Look, let's do this on a big scale .. you show me the town.

Why, you mean dressed, and everything? ─ Couldn't have put it better myself.

Where do we go?

You're the piper. ─ Well ..

Not much doing in London these days, but we could got to The Maurice first ..

Have dinner, and finish up at one of the clubs.

Sounds fine to me. What time shall I pick you up?

Shall we say round about seven? ─ Seven it shall be. On the nose.

Goodbye.

I should warn you, if you want to go to The Maurice, you have to book a table.

Right.

Well goodbye .. until tomorrow.

Goodbye. Be sure you finish all that work.

Uhuh.

Because you're not going to have much time in the evenings for a while.

Goodbye.

Look .. can you help me out?

I'm looking for a man called Oakshott. ─ What Bert Oakshott?

I was talking to him just a minute ago.

Well, look, there he is over there with them sack of taters. See him?

Hoi Bert mate! You're wanted .. look nippy.

Thanks.

It's a funny thing, but I've talked with several of you fellows now ..

But I haven't met anyone who was with Hank when he died.

There's nothing strange about that, not on that kind of a job.

Well .. here's to Hank .. he was alright, he was.

Proper strong this morning, ain't it? ─ Yeah .. care for a cigarette?

Thanks .. don't mind if I do.

Tell me something.

Did Hank get along with the other men as well he did with you and Smithers?

Well, with Hank, you were either for him or against him.

I'd say it was about half-and-half, and you know which side I was on.

I give him my pair of boots when I liberated in Norway.

He gives me this watch. Look at these buttons. There's everything there.

From an Infantry Private right up to a blinking SS General.

Ah, he was a proper boy for souvenirs was Hank.

He'd do anything to get a thing which nobody else would even charge for.

Perhaps you'd better have this as .. as memento.

Oh, no. Go ahead. Keep it, it's yours. I tell you what you can do, though.

Maybe you could put me in touch with a fellow called Stoner, Jim Stoner.

Llewellyn didn't have his address. ─ Oh that's easy.

He works for the Thames Conservancy. He's a lock-keeper at Shepperton.

That's uh, up the river. The other side of Hampton Court.

Oh just a minute, I've got to see this craft through.

I understand you were on that San Celeste raid with Hank.

Yeah, that's right.

Anyone around when he was killed? ─ No.

No, I saw him when we landed. And that was the last time.

You see, I was liaison. Once we got to the top of the cliffs, there I stayed.

Well, do you know if anyone was with him?

No .. can't say that I do.

I suppose not .. not on a show like that.

Oh, more work coming.

Well .. I guess there's no point in troubling you anymore.

Oh, no trouble.

Yeah, you're the last of those boys. I've contacted all the rest of them.

Most of them gone I suppose .. who've you seen?

Well ..

I've seen Major McArran.

A freak called Lewis, Bert Oakshott, and you.

McArran said that was all that was left of the original twelve.

Yes, I suppose so.

Of course, there was thirteen really.

If you count the chap we was taking. ─ Who was that?

Well, he was the chap that the operation was about, you might say.

Hello Bill.

He spoke German like he was one.

You see, there was a little Jerry radio station at this place.

And we went in and took it over for a couple of hours.

And this chap made a fake broadcast. Told them all the wrong stuff.

Was he one of your outfit? ─ Oh no.

Intelligence, blue tabs .. a Captain.

Did you get to know his name?

Well .. as a matter of fact, I did hear it.

On the trip over .. he was talking to one of our officers.

And I happened to hear him say "as sure as my name is .."

What was it now? .. I got it ..

"Sinclair" .. That was it.

"As sure as my name is Reggie Sinclair" he says.

Now .. do you know if he's still alive?

All I know about him is what I've told you.

Oh, I do recollect him saying to this Lieutenant of ours.

As how he used to be a car salesman before the war.

He said he wished he still was.

Oh, there's a lot coming in this end.

I'm sorry, that's all I can tell you.

Hello? Is that The Maurice?

"Yes Madame. How can I help you?"

Have you got a table booked for a Mr Douglas, a Mr Clay Douglas?

"Just one minute Madame". ─ Yes, I'll hold on.

"Hello .. there is no reservation under that name".

You haven't ? Are you quite sure?

"Yes Madame, quite sure."

Well, thank you very much.

[ door buzzer ]

Hello .. gee, I'm sorry I'm late, but I finally made it.

So I see .. I notice you didn't follow your suggestion about dress.

Well you see, I couldn't help it. I ..

You see, I didn't have time.

This means we shall be awfully late at The Maurice.

I hope they've kept the table you booked.

Well uh, I didn't .. I forgot.

Uhuh.

Well, help yourself to a drink if you want one.

Please let me explain.

If we weren't stuck in the mud or had the fellow telling me how to get there.

Look .. I had a telegram last night.

I had to be at Covent Garden market at 4 o'clock this morning.

That's how I came to forget the reservations.

And then I had to go to Shepperton, to see the fellow that runs the lock.

And if I had taken the guy's advice, If I'd hired a car, or taken a train ..

How could I know the morons would run aground? How could I? You tell me.

You'll have to forgive me, but I'm a trifle confused.

You say that your train ran aground? ─ No, no, no .. the boat.

You see, I asked this fellow Oakshott the best way to get to ..

Oh .. I can't expect you to believe it.

Which is probably why I do. ─ You do?

If you're going to make up a story, you'd have done a better job than that.

But it's really very simple. I explained it to you.

You see, what happened was .. ─ Please!

Let's just leave it that you couldn't help being late, huh?

Now, go and make yourself that drink. ─ You know something?

You surprise me all the time.

How much longer, mister? ─ Oh, one moment.

What to do? Go home and get dressed, and come back and pick you up? What?

Well, it's getting rather late.

I wish I could ask you to dinner, but I've only got some cold salmon.

Nothing I like better. I'll even promise to wash the dishes.

Oh .. well .. I'll go and see what I can find.

How much? ─ Six and six.

Six and six? Here we go. Let me see, that's three half-crowns and sixpence?

No, that would be eight shillings. Six shillings and sixpence.

What on earth is happening?

A peace offering. I didn't dare produce it before.

Why not?

Well, bribery and corruption. Oh .. hurry up!

Don't you think it would taste better chilled?

Do you have ice? Here in England? ─ Oh yes .. lots.

You can't possibly drink all that. ─ Oh no? You underestimate me.

Don't tell me you still have that tune on the ..

Achoo! ─ Gesundheit.

Coffee Madame? I can highly recommend it. Made with my own two hands.

In that case, black please. No sugar.

Thank you.

Hmm .. it's good. ─ Thank you Madame.

I only hope I can give equal satisfaction in all departments.

The dirty dishes have been dealt with. ─ Oh, you shouldn't have done that.

You're spoiling me. ─ Well, you had it coming.

Penny.

I'm sorry, what did you say?

A penny for your thoughts. ─ Oh, they're worth more than that.

They were about you.

I wondered how other women would handle having their evening wrecked.

What do I say? Thank you?

You didn't even ask me why I was late. ─ It's wasn't my business.

There you are, you see.

It's too good to be true.

But I want to tell you .. some of the story, anyway.

You probably guessed that these trips I've made are all out my brother, but ..

You might have wondered why I'm making such a production out of it.

He's dead. It does no good to go around sobbing and putting up monuments.

Aren't you being hard on yourself? ─ No, I want to see you understand.

You see, from the time Hank was six .. I raised him.

There wasn't anybody else to do it.

There wasn't too much money, either.

So, I left college and got me a job.

I started me being a combination, parent, wet-nurse, what have you.

I'm sure you managed well. I'd loved to have seen you darning his socks.

Oh don't think I didn't. And watched his vitamins too. That was a cinch.

But it was the other things .. well I ..

I guess I wasn't so hot on child psychology, and made some of mistakes.

Well, doesn't anyone who brings up a child?

See, I always concentrated on making him able to look out for himself.

Making him believe he was as good as the next fellow, maybe even better.

Teaching him to have try anything, even if he thought he couldn't make it.

But that isn't wrong.

What is worrying you so much?

You feel that he got so reckless he was killed when he needn't have been?

Is that it? .. Is it Clay?

Have you got yourself feeling you're responsible for his death?

Well .. maybe .. but not quite the way you think.

Listen to me. On top of everything, I should tell you my troubles.

What you say we start on this bottle? ─ I ..

It must be a draught from that window. ─ I can't imagine what it can be.

No, it couldn't be.

You need someone to look after you.

I can look after myself. I'm a working woman you know.

Maybe you shouldn't be.

I'll have you know my work's important to me .. also, I'm quite good at it.

It pays me very well.

What does our friend McArran have to say to all this?

Hamish? What's he got to do with it? ─ I don't know. I'm trying to find out.

Well, I may be very stupid, but I don't understand.

Look, you have manners, I haven't. You don't ask questions, I do. I'm curious.

I want to know what gives between you two.

That's the sixty-four dollar question. ─ Is it?

That's easy to answer .. Hamish and I are very good friends.

You don't get any prize for that one.

Is that a polite way of calling me a liar?

No, it's a general reproof for underestimating my intelligence.

I know when I'm in another guy's hair. ─ Achoo!

Care to try that last question again? ─ Well, if you really want to know ..

Hamish says he's in love with me, and I say I'm very fond of him.

But you don't see eye-to-eye on the subject of matrimony.

Shall we talk about you for a change? And I'll ask the questions.

Such as?

For instance, you told me you weren't married, but have you ever been?

No.

You're not a woman-hater are you? ─ What do you think?

No ..

But uh .. didn't you ever get serious about a girl?

Serious? .. No, I never did.

But you see "did" is in the past tense. Whether I have remains to be seen.

You get what I'm trying to say? ─ I ..

[ sneeze ]

Hey, wait a minute, what's the matter? Can I do something to help you?

I don't know what's the matter with me ..

It's like an allergy of some sort. Of flowers, but there's none in the room.

Flowers .. holy jumping Moses. The flowers, of course. You told me.

I brought some here and I put them down somewhere. Now, where did I ..

You brought me flowers? How sweet of you.

Here they are.

Oh .. peonies.

That's the worst.

Well what do you do for this? ─ Just leave me alone.

Let me go to the drugstore. Let me call a doctor. Let me do something.

I'll be like this or worse for another two hours.

You sure you'll be alright? You will come out with me tomorrow night?

Alright, I'll pick you up tomorrow night at seven.

On the nose. ─ Don't mention noses. Goodnight.

Well, I'll be ..

Has Reggie Sinclair been in yet? ─ About his time now.

Listen to this. Right at the top of the Agony Column.

"If Reginald Sinclair, former car salesman .."

"Ex-Captain of Intelligence will communicate .."

"With C. Douglas at the Savoy Hotel, he may hear something to his advantage."

I don't know what you think George. But this smells to me of L.S.D.

Fancy old Reggie. Maybe I'll get my fiver back.

Whatever makes you think that, old boy?

Good afternoon, just a small mug George, please.

You don't want beer chum, you want champagne .. read that ..

What is it old man? Black Market, or have you an uncle in Australia?

Afraid not. I had one once. But he turned into a sheep.

A very sad thing.

Well, aren't you going to do something about it?

Obviously old boy. Obviously ..

A cool customer old Reggie.

People are often misled by that phony manner of his.

They think he's a bit of an idiot. Actually he's as smart as weasel.

Ah, San Celeste you mean? Yes, I'm the fellow.

Well yes .. why?

Oh .. it was your brother, was it?

And that's about all .. there were no other casualties besides my brother.

I'm trying to get in touch with anyone who can give me details of his death.

What about the other fellows in his unit?

There were only four of them left by V.E. day, and I've seen all of them.

And nobody can tell me what I want to know.

I'm afraid you'll have to forgive me.

Sometimes I'm frightfully dense. Utterly stupid .. a very sad thing.

Is that so? I'm trying to find out how he was killed. Is that clear?

Oh I see .. I was wrong then. A pity .. smoke?

What do you mean, you were wrong?

Instead of "how?" I thought you were going to say "who by?".

Asinine of me course. I thought you were going to say "who by".

Well, that's a very good question. Do you know the answer to it?

Memory is a funny thing you know. Very funny thing. Here today, gone tomorrow.

Mine is not functioning well at the moment.

Here I am Reggie ducks. Fresh as a daisy and all relaxed.

Hello Bubbles, you magical thing. ─ Don't I get an intro to your friend?

Miss Fitzgerald .. Mr Douglas.

Pleased to meet, I'm sure. ─ How do you do Miss Fitzgerald?

Well, what's it going to be Bubbles? ─ I'll have the same as you boys.

You know what I believe? I believe you're an American.

And I just love Americans. ─ You do?

Three of the same, and make them doubles this time.

That's to celebrate my poppet, because you're on time for once.

Oh, am I really? ─ Actually, you're early.

It's only 7:30 now. Come on the floor show.

7:30? .. Excuse me.

Hello. ─ "Hello, it's Clay Douglas here."

Oh, good evening.

"All over the sneezing?" ─ Yes, I'm perfectly well, thank you.

Fine .. look, I hate to ask you this, but would you mind if ..

What I mean is .. I'm kind of snarled up with a fellow here and I can't get away.

You're not by any chance trying to postpone our evening?

Oh no, no. Of course not, I wouldn't think of it.

No, all I'm trying to do is to explain why I'm a little bit late, you see.

And I was going to suggest, if you wouldn't mind. It would save time ..

If you could grab a taxi, and pick me up. Then we go on from here.

I'm at Geronimo's. ─ "Alright."

Okay fine, I'll be on the lookout for you.

Oh Mr Sinclair said to give you this, sir .. for the drinks, sir.

Very thoughtful, isn't he. Did he leave any other message?

Oh yes. He would like you to join him in the Grill Room. Through there sir.

Quite a party, isn't it.

Oh hello old boy .. take a pew.

Care for another libation? ─ No, not at the moment.

You say your memory isn't working too well .. does it want oiling?

I was referring to my state of mind, my dear fellow.

It's no good, in fact it's deplorable. business worries. You know what I mean.

What are you scared of?

Everything dear chap, everything. I jump at my own shadow. Very sad thing.

You won't tell me what you know, and you're afraid to sell it. Right?

I tell you I've got business worries my dear fellow.

Occupational tribulations. Now, if they could be cleared up ..

Then the old memory machinery might resume normal functioning.

You're still selling cars, aren't you?

A fine job dear fellow, a fine job. ─ And you're trying to sell me one.

Well .. some such thought had crossed my mind.

Your memory works and I undertake to buy a car from you. Is that it?

Oh no old boy .. you've got it a trifle wrong.

You buy a car, then my memory starts to work .. very slight difference.

Oh waiter. ─ Yes, sir. ─ Two this time, the same.

Look, I haven't got time for all this.

Ladies and gents. For our first show we present our friend: Bubbles Fitzgerald.

"I've got a buttonhole for baby."

"Who is going to be my baby?"

"I've got a buttonhole for baby, who is going to be my man?"

How do I know I can trust your memory? ─ By using your head my dear fellow.

"Give me your money to burn and I'm your ball of fire .. got a buttonhole .."

You realize there's no hocus-pocus old man, or jiggery-pokery for that matter.

Everything above board, that's me. No hocus-pocus.

"You may be timid and shy of reaching out for romance."

"If you're feeling that way, well honey, now is your chance."

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Oh I'm sorry. I didn't think you would be here so soon.

Obviously.

Forgive me, I forgot. You don't know each other. Mr Sinclair - Miss Graham.

Delighted you can join us Miss Graham. Delighted. Sit here, won't you.

I say .. this is assuming all the aspects of an occasion.

We can only stay a minute though. ─ Nonsense my dear fellow, nonsense.

Ah, here comes the fizz waters.

Care for a smoke? ─ Thank you.

I said we can't stay.

Don't go spoiling the evening, old boy. Don't go spoiling the evening.

Now that it's getting so interesting. ─ Let's get down to cases shall we.

Would anybody care to give me a light?

Frightfully sorry. Douglas has got me embroiled in business.

A very sad thing .. but I'd much rather talk to you.

Thank you .. but please go on with your chat.

Look, I told you I'm ready to play. All I want now is ..

I know old boy, I know .. but what about a bite to eat first, eh?

Now then .. what would you like?

All you have to do is name it. And that goes for everything.

Menu or non-menu.

Nothing for me thank you. You'd better go on with your conference.

Call me tomorrow at The Savoy .. early.

Look, I'm sorry, but I had to clinch something.

I hope you succeeded. ─ Excuse me sir. The bill sir.

That's Mr Sinclair's.

I'm sorry sir, but Mr Sinclair is uh .. temporarily out of funds.

There, keep the change. Or does he need that too?

How much? ─ Five bob.

Keep the change.

Why'd you let him go? ─ Because I'm coming in.

Whether you're invited or not? ─ Anyway.

I'd much rather you didn't. I've got a headache.

It's humiliating. This is a situation I don't know how to deal with.

What do I do to get rid of you? Scream? ─ I have to make you understand.

Last night I thought you did. ─ Last night and tonight are different.

Look, I'm only trying to find out all I can about my brother.

If I didn't think you understood .. ─ I don't .. and I don't want to.

It's either too morbid for me or there's something you haven't told me.

Something horrible.

Something that's making you as cheap and low as that .. that repulsive man.

Stop it.

Mrs Mathews .. Mrs Mathews!

Alright Miss .. give me time to take my coat off.

Why .. you're up early this morning. I only just this minute got here.

Isn't it a lovely day Mrs Mathews?

I expect a visitor for breakfast, so be careful with the coffee won't you.

Meaning as though you generally don't like my coffee?

Oh no. ─ Alright mum.

I'll bend over backwards.

There won't be very much to do after that, because I shall be out all day.

[ buzzer ]

There he is now. Hurry, won't you.

Hello. ─ How are you today?

Oh .. Mrs Mathews. Let's go in here.

Clay .. is anything the matter?

You're going to be awful mad at me. ─ Am I? ─ Yeah.

We can't take our trip today.

Go on, say it .. "We'll never .." ─ Oh .. what's happened?

Is it some more about your brother? ─ Yeah.

I know you're still thinking there's something I haven't told you.

Well there is.

I can't explain yet, so you'll just have to trust me.

It's alright Clay. That's your business.

We should be back in a few hours and we will still have tonight.

Now uh .. what's a place called Richmond Park?

How far is it from here?

What? Oh, only about fifteen or twenty miles. Not very far. Why?

I have to drive there with a fellow after lunch. We'll come straight back.

So I should be here again by five .. easy.

Don't say anything about "sure" .. please.

What do you mean? ─ I mean I ..

I wouldn't like it if you were late again.

Or phoned to say something else had happened, and you couldn't get here.

Or anything like that .. I just couldn't take it, Clay.

It's hard to explain but .. I have to feel I'm important to you.

For my own sake I mean .. It's more important than anything else.

Listen .. nothing is going to stop me from keeping this date.

You get that? Nothing.

It's not going to be just a date to me you know. It's a .. why, a symbol.

It may sound silly, but I mean it. ─ Don't worry.

And nothing is going to stop you? ─ Nothing.

Five o'clock then? ─ Five.

Now you sit still, and I'll get you a cigarette.

What on earth are you going to Richmond Park for? Or shouldn't I ask?

Well among other things, I'm supposed to be trying out a car.

Oh, you're buying a car .. what kind?

I don't know yet.

This is the spot I had in mind. Let's stretch the nethers, what.

What time is it? My watch has stopped.

Five past three. ─ Okay but we can't stay long.

Well, what do you think of her, my dear fellow? What do you think?

Specially built for the Rajah of Rajhnipoor.

He should have stuck to elephants. ─ Ha!

Why do we have to come all the way out here?

So that we could be alone old boy. Absolutely alone.

I'm just selling you a car. Nothing else. Just selling you a car.

If we have a conversation, after you put the cash on the dotted line ..

Well, I shan't remember anything about it.

A certified check on American Express. Is that good enough for you?

Eminently my dear fellow, eminently. Now these are for you.

All the particulars concerning the car, including the logbook.

Well .. deal over.

You don't know what this means to me, as the girl said to the soldier.

You'd better start making it mean something to me.

Let's take a stroll while we chat, shall we? .. Let's take a stroll.

[ whistling ]

Look, I can do without the music. I want talk.

Here it is. I happened to see how the one casualty at San Celeste was caused.

Must have been your brother .. he was shot by another Commando.

At close quarters .. gun with a silencer on it. Very sad thing.

Who shot him? Which one? ─ I don't know .. don't know old boy.

You mustn't forget, I hadn't seen any of them before and never did again.

They were just a lot of chaps in the dark with black on their faces.

Saw it from at least 50 yards away, through a window, in moonlight.

You know what I was doing? Imitating this German announcer:

Achtung! Achtung! [ German language ]

Well, while the record was playing ..

I happened to look through the window and saw it .. a very sad thing.

You mean, you can't give me any clue as to who it was?

[ whistling ]

Getting warm, old boy? Getting warm?

That tune .. whoever shot your brother was whistling that tune on and off ..

Right from the time we left England.

Sort of .. to himself you know. Under his breath .. always stuck in my mind

[ whistling ]

I think the fellow was an Officer. Though I am not quite sure.

No more questions? ─ No.

Well, I'm glad you're satisfied.

Wouldn't like to think of you going round saying Reggie pulled a fast one.

Mr Lewis in? ─ Mr Lewis is out of town, sir.

Where?

Mr Lewis is in Birmingham, sir. At the Regent Theater.

For the new try-out. I wonder you didn't see it in the papers, sir.

Thanks.

Hey, you in the Dreadnought. It's lighting-up time.

What time is it? ─ Six fifteen.

Six fifteen?

Well, it all seems very irregular. ─ I tell you, I don't care about a seat.

And I have driven a hundred miles. I'd like to see what I can.

Look I've got to get in. I've promised Sholto.

Oh, if you're a friend of Mr Lewis's.

Thank you.

It was all too completely marvelous, Sholto.

That sudden rush of Nigel's into the cave. How did you come to think of it?

That I dare not tell. Not even to my psychiatrist.

Tell me, Mr Lewis, although fascinated by the whole ballet ..

I couldn't help feeling there was more significance than I appreciated.

I should say you were very probably right.

Sholto darling! It was breathtaking, absolutely ..

Look at what's seeped in. Take care of it will you.

There he is sir, over there. ─ Oh yes. Here, thanks.

Excuse me, were you looking for someone? This is a private party.

You remember me? Clay Douglas. Congratulations on a wonderful show.

I'm so glad you liked it Mr Douglas. It is divinely other-world, isn't it?

The performance is a credit to the theater. Wait until it hits New York.

And that ballet music is the most haunting melody I've ever heard.

Spell-weaving, isn't it. And such a fascinating history.

Oh really. What is it? An old folk tune or something? Who dug it up?

Sholto of course. It's an old Scottish air, simply reeking with tradition.

The name escapes me for the moment, but you know the sort of thing.

All about the highlands, and bagpipes and lattice la mente.

Oh I remember now. "White Heather" it is called.

"Hey my bonnie Scotland, white heather in her hair."

But it's the way he found it that's so intriguing.

Oh? ─ It was in the war, of all things.

It was a friend of Sholto's, a Scottish Officer in the same Commando unit ..

Who always whistled it, whenever there was any desperate crisis.

Oliver .. it was marvelous. That ballet music. What is it?

Isn't it too breath-catching? I was just telling Mr Douglas ..

Excuse me a moment .. Oliver!

You know, everybody says it's a hit.

What happened to the American? ─ Oh he .. just went.

What did he want? ─ He was so excited about the show.

He only came round to congratulate .. ─ Didn't he ask for me?

Odd .. he didn't .. most peculiar.

What are you talking about? ─ What is all this cross-examining?

If you must know, he asked about the ballet music.

Where it came from. He was very interested.

Oh, he was, was he?

I don't know why you followed me here. I don't want to see you, it's useless.

I .. I promised Hamish to marry him.

I didn't follow you. I didn't know you were here.

McArran around? ─ Yes, but ..

I don't know. I think he's busy.

I don't want you to say anything about what I said. We've not told anyone yet.

It's no business of mine.

Clay, if only .. ─ Look!

Since I saw you last, everything is different.

When you walked out on me, it was the best thing you could have done.

I can't explain, but maybe one day you'll find out.

And if you do .. you won't want any part of me.

I don't understand. ─ Someone asking for me?

Hello Douglas, what are you doing in this part of the world?

I finished my business sooner than I expected.

So I thought I'd come up for a couple of days fishing.

By the way, if you have a minute, I'd like to talk to you about something.

By all means .. if Elspeth will excuse us.

Don't worry about me.

Sit down won't you.

Quite a job these days, being a landlord.

I suppose you realize that fishing story was just for Miss Graham.

Was it? Why?

I'm here about my brother again. ─ Really?

Yes .. I know now how he died.

You killed him. ─ Suppose I denied it?

It wouldn't make any difference .. I know.

Well, there is nothing for me to say, is there.

Except to ask you what you are going to do about it.

You know what I am going to do about it.

I just had to come and say how-do-you-do to Mr Douglas.

Goodness, you two look solemn. I hope I haven't interrupted anything important.

Not a bit.

I heard a car. I had no idea who it was until Elspeth told me. I was surprised.

Well ma'am, I've sort of fallen in love with your country up here and ..

When I found out I could get away from London I came right up here.

I thought I'd do some more fishing.

You can't have the same room. Elspeth's got it until her cottage is finished.

I wouldn't dream of imposing ma'am.

Angus told me he could fix me up any time so I just wired him.

Why not go and get settled in and come straight back for your tea?

Well, your son has suggested an hour's hunting.

Hunting?

Oh I'm sorry, I forgot. You call it shooting.

Well, do you want a beater? Shall I send word to Angus?

No mother, this isn't a shoot. Just a quiet walk with a couple of guns.

Anything we flush .. something for Sheila to cook.

[ telephone ]

Hello .. yes, hold on will you. It's for you mother.

Oh thank you dear .. hello .. hello ..

Oh yes, Mrs McIntyre, I'm so glad you rang up.

I must talk to you about the chairs for the children's ..

Go ahead. Help yourself.

Long distance stuff, eh? Well, if that's the way you want it.

Goodbye .. dinner's at eight Hamish .. don't forget.

Of course you'll join us Mr Douglas. Why on earth are you taking rifles?

It's some notion of Douglas's.

I got it from my father ma'am when .. well, when I was just a boy.

For what you call "rough-shooting" he'd never let me take a shotgun.

He said that .. anything you get with a rifle, you deserve.

Well we'd uh .. better be taking off .. this is the best way.

Have a good time. Don't be late Hamish.

I'll try not to be.

Goodness, you're very affectionate today.

Now what's the matter dear? Have you been crying?

It's nothing. Just foolishness.

Wouldn't you like to tell me? I might be able to help.

You never know. ─ You're very sweet Margaret, but ..

[ door knocks ]

Who can that be?

How do you do Mrs McArran. I'm Sholto Lewis.

Of course. Just for the moment I didn't recognize you.

Happened to be driving through this divine country.

So naturally I thought of Hamish. And here I am.

Elspeth, this is Mr Sholto Lewis. Mr Lewis - Miss Graham.

How do you do.

A pity you didn't come earlier. You could have gone shooting with them.

Them?

Hamish and an American visitor. Clay Douglas, a charming man.

How long since they left? Do You think I could catch them?

You might if you hurry.

Where were they making for? Towards the loch?

No, the other way. They are going up the shoulder.

Oh yes, I know.

So that's the celebrated Sholto Lewis. Are his manners always as bad as that?

[ whistling ]

[ whistling ]

Well .. what happens now?

I have to figure something out, I guess.

You'll forgive me for asking, I'm sure but ..

Just what are you planning? A nice murder .. or a cozy duel?

Call it what you like.

Hoy there!

Enter demon King, singing and dancing.

Good afternoon gentlemen. ─ Hello Sholto. What brings you here?

Why so churlish? You sound almost as though you weren't glad to see me.

Anyone got a cigarette to spare?

Thanks .. light?

I'd like to know what brought you here. ─ As I was telling your mother.

I happened to be driving through the highlands.

They were so rugged and Caledonian. Naturally, I thought of you.

Oh, not the most comfortable thing to sit on.

That's loaded. ─ So it is.

How lethal .. what are you two doing with rifles?

Playing at soldiers?

Can I be on your side Hamish? ─ I don't think I need any help.

Always been one of my troubles. I never know when I'm not wanted.

You want to postpone? ─ Why should he?

It's a delightful afternoon for shooting.

Let's start .. over there.

You know, if I didn't know you hadn't had time, I'd think you rigged this.

I didn't .. but it's useful.

Douglas .. come over here for a minute will you.

Douglas!

What do you want?

Suppose we step over there. The view is sublime.

How do you fit into this?

Let's say that I like Hamish and I don't like you.

That will do for a start.

I thought you were going to make trouble when I first saw you.

Then when I discovered that you got on to that music, I knew.

So, here I am. ─ What are you going to do?

I haven't made up my mind yet.

There might be one of those distressing accidents one is always reading about.

You know the sort of thing, I'm sure .. a shooting party death.

"American visitor slain by a stray bullet."

I wouldn't move if I were you.

For how long?

For so long as it takes for me to make up my mind just what I'm going to do.

Meantime, you can listen to what my old nurse called "a few home truths".

You think your little brother was foully done to death, don't you?

Well he wasn't, he was executed. Why?

He was endangering the success of the mission ..

And the lives of twelve better men than he could ever hope to be.

Because he wanted to nab himself another souvenir, so help me.

I don't believe it.

It was about 2 o'clock in the morning.

We hadn't yet finished the job we'd come to do.

When this ego-bound young fool risks waking every German in Brittany.

Do you know what he was at?

Trying to get himself a high-ranking prisoner.

Hamish ordered him back .. twice.

And he went on, deliberately.

It was the mission or him, so it had to be him.

If you think Hamish liked the job, you're a bigger fool than I thought.

Why are you Hamish's mouthpiece? Can't he speak for himself?

No!

He's what the book means when it says "An Officer And A Gentleman".

You and I ..

We take an oath of service and forget it before the words are out of our mouths.

Not Hamish.

Have you ever heard of a man deliberately crucifying himself?

That's what that man did.

I know, because I helped him write his report.

I know what happened after that.

After it had been from our War Office to Eisenhower, and back again.

They sent for him.

They told him he'd done the right thing.

Then they told him that it had never happened.

He was always to remember that.

It had never happened.

Well .. got anything to say now?

He told me.

Well?

There's only one thing I'd like to say.

If I'd been in your place I'd ..

I'd have done the same.

Oh, hello Hamish.

I didn't see you at breakfast so, I thought I'd come and find you.

I needed some boards for my sketches, so I came along early to get them.

Before the painters arrive.

You know, you oughtn't to miss breakfast .. particularly today.

What's special about today?

You ought to eat something before a long journey.

I'm not going anywhere. ─ Aren't you? I thought you were.

Clay Douglas is. ─ He's nothing to do with me.

I had rather an idea it had.

It's alright. You know I've known for a long time you weren't in love with me.

And if I've got to lose you to somebody, I would rather it was a "Black Douglas".

But I .. I didn't think you liked him. ─ I've changed my mind.

And he's about to take off. You'd better hurry up.

Oh .. but he can't .. I mean I haven't ..

I told him I was going to marry you. ─ That doesn't matter .. go on.

Oh thank you Hamish!

Can you give me a lift? ─ I'm going the long way.

I don't mind how far it is. ─ I'm traveling light.

I'm only eight stone three.

What about Hamish McArran? ─ Oh he understands everything.

It wasn't true what I told you. About promising to marry him.

I only did that to hurt you.

TG - 2015.