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♪♪ Once in the highlands ♪♪

♪♪ the highlands of Scotland ♪♪

♪♪ deep in the night ♪♪

♪♪ on a murky brae ♪♪

♪♪ there in the highlands ♪♪

♪♪ the highlands of Scotland ♪♪

♪♪ two weary hunters ♪♪

♪♪ lost their way ♪♪

♪♪ and this is what happened ♪♪

♪♪ the strange thing that happened ♪♪

♪♪ to two weary hunters ♪♪

♪♪ who lost their ♪♪

♪♪ way ♪♪

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ blooming under ♪♪

♪♪ sable ♪♪

♪♪ skies ♪♪

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ there my heart forever ♪♪

♪♪ lies ♪♪

♪♪ let the world grow ♪♪

♪♪ cold around us ♪♪

♪♪ let the heavens ♪♪

♪♪ cry above ♪♪

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ in thy valley ♪♪

♪♪ there'll be ♪♪

♪♪ love ♪♪

♪♪ come all to the square ♪♪

♪♪ Come all to the square ♪♪

♪♪ The market square ♪♪

♪♪ The market square ♪♪

♪♪ Salted meat I'm sellin' there ♪♪

♪♪ At the square, laddies ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye ♪♪

♪♪ To the fair ♪♪

♪♪ Ale for sale or barter there at the square, laddies ♪♪

♪♪ Ale for sale or barter there at the square, laddies ♪♪

♪♪ Come all ye down ♪♪

♪♪ Ye in the town ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye from the hills ♪♪

♪♪ Woolen cloth I'm sellin' there at the square, laddie ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye from the mills ♪♪

♪♪ Come all ye there ♪♪

♪♪ Come all ye there ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye to the fair ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye, all ye ♪♪

♪♪ Everywhere to the fair ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye from the hills ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye from the mills ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye in the Glen ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye bairn ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye men ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye from the loom ♪♪

♪♪ Come from pail and broom ♪♪

♪♪ Hear ye everywhere ♪♪

♪♪ Don't you Ken ♪♪

♪♪ There's a fair ♪♪

♪♪ Down on MacConnachy ♪♪

♪♪ Square ♪♪

♪♪ I'm sellin' a bit of milk and cream ♪♪

♪♪ Come sip it, and ye will vow ♪♪

♪♪ That this is the finest milk and cream ♪♪

♪♪ That ever came out a cow ♪♪

♪♪ Though finest it is ♪♪

♪♪ The price is small ♪♪

♪♪ With milk and the cream, alack ♪♪

♪♪ There's nothing to do but sell it all ♪♪

♪♪ The cow winna take it back ♪♪

♪♪ Come all ye there ♪♪

♪♪ Come all ye there ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye to the fair ♪♪

♪♪ Now all of ye come to Sandy here ♪♪

♪♪ Come over to Sandy's booth ♪♪

♪♪ I'm sellin' the sweetest candy here ♪♪

♪♪ That ever shook loose a tooth ♪♪

♪♪ I eat it myself, and there's no doubt ♪♪

♪♪ It's creamy and good and thick ♪♪

♪♪ So, laddies, I hope you'll buy me out ♪♪

♪♪ 'Tis makin' me kind of sick ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye to the fair ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye to the fair ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye in the Glen ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye bairn ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye men ♪♪

♪♪ Come ye from the loom ♪♪

♪♪ Come from pail and broom ♪♪

♪♪ Hear ye everywhere ♪♪

♪♪ Don't you Ken ♪♪

♪♪ There's a fair ♪♪

♪♪ Down on MacConnachy ♪♪

♪♪ Square ♪♪

Let me see that map again, will you?

Let's see. Here's Auchindale.

As I remember, that should be on the left.

And I don't remember.

It is. Here's Braekirk.

Should be on the right.

Then where the devil are we?

What's in the middle?

Nothing.

That's where we are.

In nothing?

Yep, and for a fella with my potentialities,

this is an ideal location.

We'll find our way out when the mist clears.

Must be depressing to be a bird

and know the hunting season's on.

With your aim, the birds have nothing to worry about.

Yeah? Watch.

Wait a second. That isn't a grouse.

Ohh.

Fine couple of game hunters we are.

We come all the way from New York.

First night out, we get lost.

Maybe we took the high road, not the low. Drink?

No, thanks.

Good. That's more for me.

I thought you said you were cutting down.

Yes, I did. But I'm a terrible liar.

Besides, it doesn't pay.

I remember I was with a wonderful girl once.

She used to plead and plead with me to give it up.

So one day I did.

Then we discovered we had nothing more to talk about,

so we broke up.

Ahh.

There's something about this forest

that gives me the feeling

of being in a cathedral.

If we were, I'd know where the exit is.

You don't believe in anything, do you?

Of course I do.

Really, what?

Well, practically anything I can understand,

anything that's real to me--

like things I can touch, taste, hear, see, smell...

And swallow.

What about the things you don't understand?

I dismiss them.

Makes it very easy, doesn't it?

Comfortable, anyhow.

Well, I envy you.

Why?

You seem so satisfied.

Well, I am. Aren't you?

No, I'm not.

That's silly.

You've got a fine job,

you're engaged to a fine girl,

you're lost in a fine forest.

What more do you want?

I don't know.

But something seems wrong.

Especially about Jane and me.

And that makes everything wrong.

Look how I postpone getting married.

I just can't seem to get myself to that altar.

You love her, don't you?

You did three days ago when we left New York.

Sometimes I think

I'm really not capable of loving.

Sometimes I think nobody is anymore.

That's nonsense.

Don't talk yourself into an inferiority complex.

You don't deserve it.

What do you mean?

My friends who have an inferiority complex

are absolutely right.

They're not as good as everybody else.

But you--

young, dashing, loaded.

Hey.

Look at that.

It looks like a village.

It is.

I thought you said

there were no towns around here.

I did. Check the map.

No, I believe you.

Come on. Let's go down.

There must be people there.

They must eat food.

That's what we're interested in.

Funny it isn't on the map.

Well, maybe they don't like publicity.

Jean.

Jean, come away from the window.

I'm trying to see Charlie.

I know, and you're not supposed to.

'Tis bad luck to see the groom before the wedding.

Put the clothes away.

Do you think he's glad he's marrying me?

Or is he beginning to regret it?

Well, if I see him,

I'll ask him.

Now hurry up.

Father, how did ye feel

when mother agreed to marry you?

She proposed to me.

Didn't it make ye happy?

Aye, her good judgment pleased me highly.

Fiona, you'll be sure to tell Charlie

to come sign the family Bible.

Aye, father.

I'm off now to see Mr. Lundie.

You attend to the marketing.

Buy everything that's needed for the wedding supper.

Aye, father.

Ah, but remember, just what's needed.

My aim for this occasion

is to be hospitable,

not philanthropic.

Fiona, when will you think about marriage for yourself?

When I find someone who makes me think of it.

Nobody's ever made you think of it?

No, not yet.

Doesn't that worry you?

Aye, a little.

But I'll not let it worry me

into marrying the wrong one.

I can tell you that.

♪♪ Many a Lassie as everyone knows'll ♪♪

♪♪ Try to be married ♪♪

♪♪ Before 25 ♪♪

♪♪ So she'll agree to most any proposal ♪♪

♪♪ All he must be is a man and alive ♪♪

♪♪ I hold a dream ♪♪

♪♪ And there's no compromisin' ♪♪

♪♪ I know there's one certain laddie for me ♪♪

♪♪ One day he'll come ♪♪

♪♪ Walkin' oe'r the horizon ♪♪

♪♪ But should he not ♪♪

♪♪ Then an old maid I'll be ♪♪

♪♪ Foolish ye may say ♪♪

♪♪ Foolish I will stay ♪♪

♪♪ Waitin' for my dearie ♪♪

♪♪ And happy am I ♪♪

♪♪ To hold my heart ♪♪

♪♪ Till he comes strollin' by ♪♪

♪♪ When he comes, my dearie ♪♪

♪♪ One look and I'll know ♪♪

♪♪ That he's the dearie ♪♪

♪♪ I've been wantin' so ♪♪

♪♪ Though I'll live 40 lives ♪♪

♪♪ Till the day he arrives ♪♪

♪♪ I'll not ever, ever grieve ♪♪

♪♪ For my hopes will be high ♪♪

♪♪ That he'll come strollin' by ♪♪

♪♪ For you see ♪♪

♪♪ I believe ♪♪

♪♪ That there's a laddie ♪♪

♪♪ Weary and wanderin' free ♪♪

♪♪ Who's waitin' for his dearie ♪♪

♪♪ Me ♪♪

♪♪ What do you do ♪♪

♪♪ While you're waitin' around for your lad ♪♪

♪♪ To come your way? ♪♪

♪♪ Well, when no one is lookin' ♪♪

♪♪ You kneel on the ground ♪♪

♪♪ And you pray and pray ♪♪

♪♪ And pray ♪♪

♪♪ But when lassies sit and have no men ♪♪

♪♪ Oh, how long becomes the night ♪♪

♪♪ But I fear the night is longer when ♪♪

♪♪ The lad's not right ♪♪

♪♪ Waitin' for my dearie ♪♪

♪♪ Is sweeter to me ♪♪

♪♪ Than wooin' any laddie ♪♪

♪♪ On the Lea ♪♪

♪♪ Ooh ooh ooh ooh ♪♪

♪♪ Waitin' on your dearie ♪♪

♪♪ And idlin' the day ♪♪

♪♪ That's how I am ♪♪

♪♪ And how I'll always stay ♪♪

♪♪ Though I'll live 40 lives ♪♪

♪♪ Till the day he arrives ♪♪

♪♪ I'll not ever, ever grieve ♪♪

♪♪ For my hopes will be high ♪♪

♪♪ That he'll come strollin' by ♪♪

♪♪ For you see ♪♪

♪♪ I believe ♪♪

♪♪ That ♪♪

♪♪ There's a laddie ♪♪

♪♪ Weary and wanderin' free ♪♪

♪♪ Who's waitin' ♪♪

♪♪ For his dearie ♪♪

♪♪ Me ♪♪

Good morning, Fiona.

Thanks.

Good morning to ye, miss Fiona.

Good day.

What would you be looking for?

A waistcoat for father, for the wedding.

Of course,

Jean and young Dalrymple

are getting married today.

If she had to choose someone other

than my son Harry,

I'm glad 'twas a lad as fine as Charlie.

Would you have a waistcoat of this that would fit him?

I think so.

I'll have Harry go see.

Friends!

Your attention, please!

This is the second day of our blessing.

So to remind you,

Mr. Lundie's drawn up a map of our town

and asked me to hang it in the public square here,

where you all can see it and be reminded.

Now, the boundaries of our village are...

To the east, the bridge,

to the west, the old kirk road,

to the north, the stone fence

at the edge of the forest,

and to the south, Loch Harold.

Let no one cross,

or we shall be ungrateful before god,

and night shall fall upon us forever.

The second day of whose blessing?

'Tis for certain not mine.

I'm truly sorry.

Well, dinna be.

If anyone's to pity me, let it be me.

It isn't fair-- Charlie Dalrymple wedding Jean, Fiona.

He's got everything--

school in Edinburgh, now Jean.

And I've got nothing but to be trapped

in this peasant village all my life.

Look at it.

The boundaries of a town?

Not to me.

'Tis more the dimensions of my jail.

Hey, Sonny,

could you tell us where we could get some...

Breakfast?

That kid's going to have problems

when he grows up.

Pardon me,

could you tell us where we could find the local inn?

What is this?

Say, is there a place around here

where we could get breakfast?

I dinna know, sir.

Well, what do you know? It talks.

What's the name of this town?

I dinna know.

You'll have to excuse me.

Hey!

You're in Brigadoon.

Oh.

Good morning.

Good morning.

You must forgive him.

I imagine he was a wee bit taken back.

People dinna come here very often.

What did you say this town is?

Brigadoon.

That's funny,

it isn't on the map.

I shouldn't be surprised.

You mean, you know it isn't?

Aye.

Well, that's a little snobbish,

don't you think?

Why isn't it on the map?

For good reason.

Oh.

Well, look, miss, uh...

Campbell.

Thank you.

Miss Campbell,

we're trying to get some breakfast.

Is there an inn around here?

No, I dinna think so.

But follow the road,

and you'll come to MacConnachy square.

You'll find all the food you want for sale there.

Thank you very much.

You're more than welcome.

Good day.

Good day.

Good day.

Good day.

Good day!

Look!

Funny clothes they wear around here.

Maybe this is the day

they take pictures for postcards.

Hello.

Aw, couldn't be me.

There must be something peculiar about you.

This milk is for sale, isn't it?

Aye.

May I help myself?

One moment, sir. I'll have to see your money first.

My money?

Show him the money.

Look at the date!

Funny-looking thing.

What did you give them,

a hunk of uranium?

No. Just a shilling.

What a loony layout this is.

Aye, 'tis very interesting, sir.

But it does me no good.

You mean, you won't sell me anything?

I'm sorry, sir. I canna.

But why not?

I canna explain further, sir.

They just happened in a wee while ago.

Well, welcome to Brigadoon.

How did you gentlemen get here?

We came from Graymore,

6 miles yonder.

6 miles? Quite a distance.

You must be hungry.

Angus, how about some breakfast

for our visitors?

Charlie, their money--

I dinna want their money.

It's my wedding day, laddie.

You're my invited guests.

Help yourselves.

Bread, scones, ginger cakes...

Oh, but first,

a bit of Heather ale.

Sandy!

Some ale for our guests.

Ale for everybody!

- Hooray! - hooray! - Yay!

So you're getting married today?

Well, that's wonderful.

Aye, it is.

This afternoon, to miss Jean Campbell.

Campbell?

Aye.

I think I met your bride

a few minutes ago.

She's very charming.

Aye, that she is.

Her health!

Her health!

To our visitors.

Cheers! Cheers!

And to Mr. Forsythe.

How grateful I am to him

for postponing the miracle for me.

The what?

'Tis a toast of ours, sir.

And may god bless me this evening

as I'd bless him, if I were he...

And he were Charles Dalrymple.

I guess we'll not be seeing you

at the tavern anymore, eh?

Aye, lads.

My tavern days are over.

♪♪ I used to be a rovin' lad ♪♪

♪♪ A rovin' and wanderin' life I had ♪♪

♪♪ On any lass I'd frown ♪♪

♪♪ Who would try to tie me down ♪♪

♪♪ But then one day I saw a maid ♪♪

♪♪ Who held out her hand and I stayed and stayed ♪♪

♪♪ And now across the green ♪♪

♪♪ I'll ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ I'll ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ In Aberdeen I used to know ♪♪

♪♪ A lass with an air and her name was Jo ♪♪

♪♪ And every night at 10:00 ♪♪

♪♪ I would meet her in the Glen ♪♪

♪♪ But now you'll not ♪♪

♪♪ See her again ♪♪

♪♪ Especially not in the Glen at 10:00 ♪♪

♪♪ For now across the green ♪♪

♪♪ You'll ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ I'll ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Hello to married men I've known ♪♪

♪♪ I'll soon have a wife and leave yours alone ♪♪

♪♪ A Bonnie wife, indeed ♪♪

♪♪ And she's all I'll ever need ♪♪

♪♪ You wanted her at any cost ♪♪

♪♪ But how do you know if you've won or lost? ♪♪

♪♪ And still across the green you'll ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ You'll ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ I'll go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ I'll go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ I'll ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie ♪♪

- ♪♪ Go home ♪♪ ♪♪ go home ♪♪ - ♪♪ Jean ♪♪

- ♪♪ Go home ♪♪ ♪♪ go home ♪♪ - ♪♪ Jean ♪♪

- ♪♪ Go home ♪♪ ♪♪ go home ♪♪ - ♪♪ Jean ♪♪

♪♪ Go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

- Aye! - aye! - Aye!

Fiona!

Fiona, Meg Brockie just told me

there are two strangers in town.

Aye.

You mean you know it?

Why dinna you tell me?

Did you see them?

Aye.

Tell me-- what are they like?

How do they look?

He has brownish hair,

a wee bit taller than father, very nice face.

What about the other one?

About the same, I imagine.

I really canna remember.

I only saw them a moment.

Where did they go?

To the square for some food.

They've probably left by now.

Oh.

Well, maybe they haven't.

I'm going to see.

I'll pick up the bread for you.

Jean!

Are you daft?

How can you even think of going out today?

Supposing you run into Charlie?

Do you want to start your marriage with bad luck?

I'll get the bread.

Fiona!

I never heard of such a thing.

A bride being seen before her wedding.

I'm surprised at you!

Lovely.

Ohh, you're a winnin' lad.

A right winnin' lad.

Ohh, you've noticed that, have you?

Do you have a wife?

I never touch the stuff.

I don't believe in marriage.

I've seen too many happy love affairs broken up by it.

Oh, you're a brawn handsome lad, Mr. Douglas.

You should see me when I'm rested.

I'm almost robust.

We dinna have enough lads in Brigadoon.

Enough for everybody else, or enough for you?

With so few single lads,

it's hard for a lass to catch a husband.

It would be nice if you'd stay a while. Could you?

I'll have to ask my pop.

Oh!

Good morning, dearie.

Father asked me to remind you

to come sign the family Bible this afternoon.

I'll be over.

How was breakfast, sir?

Wonderful. Thanks.

Where's my bride?

She's home...

Palpitating.

Your bride?

Isn't that your bride?

No, lad. That's her older sister Fiona.

Oh.

Oh!

Uh...

Oh...

Do you mind if I have some more ale?

Help yourself.

Here, old tank, amuse yourself.

I thought we were going hunting.

I am.

See you at the wedding, Fiona.

Good day to you.

Uh...

Can I carry that for you?

I dinna have far to go.

You're very busy today, aren't you?

Aye. My sister--

Yes, they told me. She's getting married.

I was overjoyed.

That's very kind.

Not at all.

In this case, her happiness is mine.

Besides, Charlie's a nice kid.

Aye, he is that.

It's wonderfully refreshing these days

to see someone so enthusiastic

about getting married.

Is it so unusual?

Oh, I think so.

I thought of facing the minister once,

and I certainly wasn't bubbling over like Charlie.

Oh?

Oh, what?

Well, I'm very surprised.

Somehow you dinna look like the sort of lad

who'd be thinking of settling down.

I didn't say that.

I said I was thinking of getting married.

Well, if you felt that way,

'tis a very good thing you dinna.

Yes, I...

I suppose it was

a very good thing I "dinna."

Good morning, Fiona.

Good day, Mrs. MacIntosh. This is...

Albright, Tommy Albright.

Oh!

Likewise.

He's just passing through.

Where do you come from?

From America.

You're an American?

Isn't that all right?

Aye, of course.

The bread, Mrs. MacIntosh.

Aye...

Andrew, come to the window

and look at the stranger. He's an American!

She gives us bread for our potatoes.

That's nice.

She's a very nice lady. It's just that--

people don't come here very often.

Aye. You're very understanding.

No.

No, I'm not.

I don't understand one thing about this place.

The bread will be ready in an hour, dearie.

I'll bring it to your cottage.

Thank you, Mrs. MacIntosh.

Good day.

Good day.

I've been wanting to do that all day.

Now where?

Well, I must gather some Heather

for the wedding decorations.

Where do you do that?

On the far hill, where the Heather is.

Do you mind if I come along?

Why did you want to?

Why?

Oh...

I don't know exactly.

Maybe it's because I've nothing much else to do...

Or maybe it's because

I'm so full of wonder about this place

and want to stay a little longer.

Or maybe it's because

I remember how relieved I was

when I found out it was your sister's wedding day

and not yours.

♪♪ Can't we two go walkin' together ♪♪

♪♪ Out beyond the valley of trees ♪♪

♪♪ Out where there's a hillside of Heather ♪♪

♪♪ Curtseyin' gently in the breeze ♪♪

♪♪ That's what I'd like to do ♪♪

♪♪ See the Heather ♪♪

♪♪ But ♪♪

♪♪ With you ♪♪

♪♪ The mist of may is in the gloamin' ♪♪

♪♪ And all the clouds are holdin' still ♪♪

♪♪ So take my hand and let's go roamin' ♪♪

♪♪ Through the Heather ♪♪

♪♪ On the hill ♪♪

♪♪ The morning dew is blinkin' yonder ♪♪

♪♪ There's lazy music in the rill ♪♪

♪♪ And all I want to do is wander ♪♪

♪♪ Through the Heather ♪♪

♪♪ On the hill ♪♪

♪♪ There may be other days ♪♪

♪♪ As rich and rare ♪♪

♪♪ There may be other Springs ♪♪

♪♪ As full and fair ♪♪

♪♪ But they won't be the same ♪♪

♪♪ They'll come and go ♪♪

♪♪ For this ♪♪

♪♪ I know ♪♪

♪♪ That when the mist is in the gloamin' ♪♪

♪♪ And all the clouds are holdin' still ♪♪

♪♪ If you're not there, I won't go roamin' ♪♪

♪♪ Through the Heather ♪♪

♪♪ On the hill ♪♪

♪♪ The Heather ♪♪

♪♪ On the hill ♪♪

Here's your waistcoat, Mr. Campbell.

Oh, thank you, Harry. 'Tis good to see you.

Wait a minute, lad.

What for?

Take my hand.

I'm not your enemy.

Ye may not mean to be, but ye are.

So's everybody in this town.

Why do you hate everybody, lad?

I couldn't bear seeing her marry another if I dinna.

What else can you do

when you realize your life means less than nothing?

I canna leave here,

I canna go to the university,

make something of myself.

And I canna have Jean.

So there's nothing left to do

but hate everything and everybody in this cursed town.

You'll never find peace by hating, lad.

It only shuts you off more from the world.

This is only a cursed town

if you make it so.

To the rest of us,

'tis a blessed place.

Who was that?

My waistcoat.

You should be getting ready, dearie.

I was waiting for Fiona.

Where is she, father?

She's been gone for hours.

Mr. Campbell!

Go to your room. Close the door.

Charlie, go round to the window.

Here's the Bible.

There's the quill and ink.

Sit you down, lad,

and sign under the name of my dear departed wife.

And when you're done, take your leave!

Aye, sir.

This is where I come and tend my flock.

When I say it sounds fascinating,

I want you to believe me.

It's a very picturesque view.

Thank you.

What for?

For liking where I've brought you.

It makes me very happy.

You get happy very easily, don't you?

Aye.

I haven't been in a shed like this

since I was in college,

which, at this point, seems a good 2,000 years ago.

You're tired?

Aye, Lassie.

That's why you brought me here, wasn't it,

to take a nap?

A long walk shouldn't fatigue a young lad like ye.

A young lad?

Aye. You're very young.

That's either a deliberate lie or wishful thinking.

I am ancient, decrepit, and disintegrating rapidly.

My mother and father met in this shed.

Well, we all make mistakes.

My mother was a gypsy.

One day, she was walking past this shed,

saw my father lying asleep.

She liked his looks--

she was aching for a husband anyhow--

so she took off her shoes,

sat in the rocking chair,

and waited till he woke up.

And not long after that I was born.

That's one of the sweetest bedtime stories I've ever heard.

What's under here?

Your father?

Thank you very much.

You've been more than kind.

If you want to round out your generosity, buzz off.

I just hate to leave you.

Well, you better.

When I sleep, I make all sorts of odd noises.

Who told you? You dinna have a wife.

I was engaged once.

I tell you, you're a right winnin' lad.

You should have someone to take care of you.

Look, lass, I don't know what you're after.

I just want to sleep. Now, go!

Go?

But dinna you see?

I'm highly attracted to you.

Why, when I look at you,

I feel wee tadpoles jumping in my spine.

That's as repulsive an idea as I've heard in years.

If love were a hobby, you'd be a collector's item.

You men are all alike.

Well, I certainly hope so.

You're all brutes!

You get what you want, then 'tis farewell.

What I want? I can't even get you to leave.

That's what I'm referring to.

I thought you wanted to propose to me

and so brought me here.

Oh! You misled me!

You sure have one Lulu of an imagination.

Give me one good reason why I, a strange man,

should be interested in proposing to you, a mighty strange woman,

and at this hour?

Because you're a lad and I'm a lass.

Well, with that philosophy,

you must've had a provocative career.

Now go! Be off! Away with you!

But--

go...

Tend your flock.

Shh!

Oh, look. Beautiful.

I think we got it all.

Oh, no!

Let's look over here.

Fiona! There's some white Heather, lots of it!

Tommy, stop!

There isn't any...

White Heather over there.

Of course there is. There's plenty--

Fiona, what is it?

What frightened you?

'Tis nothing.

Is it the bridge?

Why is there such fear on your face?

I cannot say.

Why can't you?

Fiona...

What's the matter?

What's going on around here?

What was all that business

about Charlie and a miracle?

Fiona!

Hey, uh...

Fiona!

Fiona!

Hey, look out!

Tommy!

What happened?

Tommy!

Are you all right?

If there's anything I hate...

It's you.

Any civilized person would be dead by now.

♪♪ Maybe the sun gave me the power ♪♪

♪♪ For I could swim Loch Lomond ♪♪

♪♪ And be home in half an hour ♪♪

♪♪ Maybe the air gave me the drive ♪♪

♪♪ For I'm all aglow and alive ♪♪

♪♪ What a day this has been ♪♪

♪♪ What a rare mood I'm in ♪♪

♪♪ Why, it's almost like bein' in love ♪♪

♪♪ There's a smile on my face ♪♪

♪♪ For the whole human race ♪♪

♪♪ Why, it's almost like bein' in love ♪♪

♪♪ All the music of life seems to be ♪♪

♪♪ Like a bell that is ringin' ♪♪

♪♪ For me ♪♪

♪♪ And from the way that I feel ♪♪

♪♪ When that bell starts to peal ♪♪

♪♪ I could swear I was fallin' ♪♪

♪♪ I would swear I was fallin' ♪♪

♪♪ It's almost like bein' in love ♪♪

♪♪ When we walked up the brae ♪♪

♪♪ Not a word did we say ♪♪

♪♪ It was... ♪♪

♪♪ And her arm linked in mine ♪♪

♪♪ Made the world kind of fine ♪♪

♪♪ It was... ♪♪

♪♪ Why, it's ♪♪

♪♪ Almost like bein' in love ♪♪

♪♪ Why, it's almost like bein' ♪♪

♪♪ In love ♪♪

♪♪ Life seems to be ♪♪

♪♪ Like a bell that keeps ringin' ♪♪

♪♪ For me ♪♪

♪♪ And from the way ♪♪

♪♪ That I feel ♪♪

♪♪ When that bell starts to peal ♪♪

♪♪ I would swear I was fallin' ♪♪

♪♪ I could swear I was fallin' ♪♪

♪♪ It's almost ♪♪

♪♪ Like bein' ♪♪

♪♪ In ♪♪

♪♪ Love ♪♪

Ha ha ha ha.

Ah.

Well, aren't we heading back?

No hurry. Let's stick around.

There's going to be a wedding.

Yours?

Oh, very funny.

Ohh, I thought we came to Scotland

to go grouse shooting.

I'd like to get one little bird

before the day's over.

What's the matter?

Hey...I must be a little touched.

Listen to this--

"married--Elizabeth Lang to Andrew Campbell

July 2, 1719."

Well, what about it?

People used to get married then.

No, wait a minute.

"Children--Fiona,

"born October 10, 1732.

Jean-- born April 8, 1736."

Well?

That's about Fiona's age.

And she told me Jean's four years younger.

Well?

They're the sisters in this Bible.

That's ridiculous.

They're probably just named after them.

You know Charlie's last name, don't you?

Uh...Dalrymple, isn't it?

Dalrymple. Yes, well, get this--

"married-- Jean Campbell

"to Charles Chisholm Dalrymple

"may 24...

1754."

Now what do you say?

Congratulations.

I don't understand.

No Brigadoon on the map...

All those odd things that happened

when I was out with Fiona this afternoon,

all that stuff about a miracle, and...

Now this, I...

What are you getting so worked up about?

Fiona.

If it makes them happy

to disregard 200 years of human bing-bang, let them.

There must be a logical explanation for this,

logical enough even for you.

You don't have to explain anything to me.

I don't care.

What's the matter, Tommy?

Fiona,

is that your name in this Bible?

Aye.

Someone seems to have messed up your books.

Fiona, what does it mean?

You must tell me.

There's an explanation for it,

isn't there?

Aye, there is,

but I canna tell you.

Is there anybody who can?

I've got to know.

You must talk with the dominie.

Who?

Our schoolmaster, Mr. Lundie.

Where does he live?

Down the road in a tree, maybe.

He doesn't live in a tree.

Mr. Lundie's a great man.

All right, Tommy, I'll take you to him.

I had not wanted to

because it'll be so hard for you to believe

what you'll hear.

And I want...

I wanted you to stay with me

till the end of our day.

Fiona...

Take us to see Mr. Lundie.

Aye.

Is it informal,

or should I wear my Napoleon hat?

Good day, Mr. Lundie.

Why, hello, Fiona.

What a pleasant surprise.

Mr. Lundie, this is Mr. Tommy Albright

and Mr. Jeff Douglas.

Good afternoon, gentlemen.

How do you do, sir?

Good afternoon.

And, uh, where do you gentlemen come from?

We're from New York.

New York?

We changed it from new Amsterdam.

So I understand.

The British changed it.

Confidentially, once Washington organizes himself,

we're chasing them out,

but keep it under your hat.

Put a cork in it, Jeff.

Mr. Lundie, would you be good enough

to tell these gentlemen about Brigadoon?

They've heard and seen a great deal,

and they're very perplexed, indeed.

Perplexed is right.

I'd very much like him--

I mean, them--

to know.

I see.

Will you not be seated, gentlemen?

Thank you.

From what I gather,

nobody can talk about the place around here but you, right?

No, that's wrong.

Mr. Forsythe could have told you.

Forsythe...

I've heard about him,

but I didn't meet him.

Likely not.

I think he's dead.

That would stand in the way, I suppose.

Let me warn you before I begin,

what I'm going to tell you, you won't believe.

That's all right.

We've already been warned,

but why won't we believe it?

Because what happened in Brigadoon was a miracle.

And most folks dinna believe in miracles.

Miracles require faith,

and faith seems to be as dead as--

Mr. Forsythe?

Aye.

Now this miracle happened...

Let me see, what day is it?

Friday.

Friday.

That means it happened exactly 200 years ago.

200 years ago, the highlands of Scotland

were plagued with witches, wicked sorcerers,

who were taking the Scottish people away from god's teachings

and putting the devil into their souls.

They were, indeed, horrible, destructive women.

I dinna suppose you have such women in your country.

Witches?

Oh, we have them.

We pronounce it differently.

Now, it didn't matter

that they weren't real sorcerers--

you and I know there's no such thing--

but their influence was very real, indeed.

Now, we had at that time in Brigadoon

an old minister of the kirk

named Mr. Forsythe.

And a good man he was.

The kindest man in Scotland.

I believe he was.

Ah, no man loved his parish as did Mr. Forsythe.

But he was getting old.

It grieved him that one day soon

he'd have to leave those he loved so well.

Most of all, he worried about the witches.

Mind ye, they hadn't visited us as yet in Brigadoon,

but he knew there was a band of them coming our way.

So he began to wonder

whether there wasn't something he could do

to protect his parish not only against them,

but against all evils

that might come to Brigadoon from the outside world

after he died.

Then one day, he came to me

and told me he'd decided to ask god for a miracle.

And on an early Wednesday morn,

right after midnight,

he went out to a hill beyond Brigadoon

and made his prayer to god.

And there, in the hush of a sleeping world,

he asked god that night

to make Brigadoon and all the people in it

vanish into the highland mist.

Vanish.

But not for always.

They would return just as they were

for one day every 100 years.

The people would lead their customary lives,

but every day when they awoke,

it would be 100 years later.

And when we awoke next day,

it was...

100 years later.

In this way, Mr. Forsythe figured

there'd be no change in the people's lives.

They wouldn't be in any century

long enough to be touched by it.

You mean you go to bed at night,

and you wake up the next day...

It's 100 years later?

Aye.

And every day is 100 years later?

Aye.

What happened to the minister?

We ne'er saw him again.

He realized to ask for such a miracle

some sacrifice would have to be made,

and he wanted to be the one to make it.

Well, what was the greatest sacrifice he could offer?

It was to be separated from those he loved

before his time.

That's why he went out to a hill beyond Brigadoon,

where, his miracle granted,

he'd ne'er see Brigadoon again.

And all this happened 200 years ago?

Aye, lad, which to us is only two days ago.

Let me ask you something.

Suppose...

Suppose somebody around here got fed up

and wanted to leave?

Then what?

He canna leave.

You mean, I've got to stay here now?

Oh, no, lad.

But according to Mr. Forsythe's contract with god,

if anyone belonging to Brigadoon leaves,

the enchantment will be broken for all.

And?

And that night,

when all the people go to sleep,

Brigadoon will disappear forever.

Look, I'm not saying I believe all this,

but just for argument's sake,

suppose a stranger like...Well, like me

came to Brigadoon and wanted to stay.

Could he?

Aye, he could.

Mr. Forsythe provided for that.

He didn't miss a trick.

No, lad, he didna.

A stranger can stay if he loves someone here--

not Brigadoon itself, mind ye,

but someone in Brigadoon--

enough to be willing to give up everything

to stay near that person,

which is only right

because, after all, lad,

if you love someone deeply enough...

Anything is possible.

Aye.

Anything is possible.

Shouldn't you be thinking of changing for the wedding?

I had.

Tommy,

will I see you later?

I'll be there.

I'd like to stick around

and see if this place evaporates like you say.

I must hurry now.

Goodbye, Mr. Lundie...

And thank you.

She's a dear Lassie.

Yes, I'm finding that out.

Tell me, Mr. Lundie,

are you all perfectly happy

living here in this little town?

Aye, of course, lad.

After all, sunshine can peep through a wee hole.

What's it like at night

when you go to sleep?

Well, for me,

it's like being carried on shadowy arms

up to a distant cloud,

and there I float till morning.

And yet,

sometimes I think I hear strange voices.

Voices?

Aye.

They say no words that I can remember,

and yet...

They're voices filled with a fearful longing.

And often, they seem...

To call me back.

I've pondered over it when I was awake,

and I think...

I have a feeling I'm hearing the outside world.

Oh, there must be an awful lot of folk out there

searching...

For a Brigadoon.

Buchanan!

Douglas!

Lindsey!

There's going to be a wedding.

We have no minister in Brigadoon now.

In most villages,

this would be a calamitous thing.

But when there is no minister present,

it is perfectly proper,

according to the laws of Scotland,

for two people to wed each other

by Sincere mutual consent.

There need be nothing in writing.

All that is necessary

is that ye promise to love each other

while ye both are on earth.

Go ahead, lad.

I shall love you till I die,

and I'll make all effort to be a good husband to you.

And so much will I try

to be a fine and loving wife.

Are we married now, Mr. Lundie?

Aye, lad, you're married.

Go on. Kiss her, lad.

Mr. Forsythe would've liked to have been here, I know,

but as long as you're both

good and true to one another,

you canna fail but live in the grace of god.

And Mr. Forsythe could've wished no more than that.

- Aah! - aah! - Aah!

All I've done was to want you too much.

I'm leaving Brigadoon!

'Tis the end of all of us!

The miracle is over!

We must stop him!

Cover the woods! Guard the bridge!

Spread out along the old kirk road!

Is it true?

Could he make Brigadoon disappear?

Aye. If he gets away.

Harry Beaton!

Harry Beaton!

♪♪ Harry Beaton ♪♪

♪♪ Harry Beaton ♪♪

Harry Beaton!

Harry Beaton!

♪♪ Run and get him ♪♪

Get him!

♪♪ Run and get him ♪♪

Get him!

♪♪ Run, ye men, ♪♪

♪♪ Or ye will never see another morning ♪♪

♪♪ Go and stop him ♪♪

Stop him!

♪♪ Go and stop him ♪♪

Stop him!

♪♪ Run, ye highland men ♪♪

♪♪ Or ye won't Ken another day ♪♪

Harry Beaton!

Harry Beaton!

♪♪ Beaton sure came this way ♪♪

♪♪ And we canna be ♪♪

♪♪ Too far behind him, laddie ♪♪

♪♪ Ye there, head for the brae ♪♪

♪♪ Keep your eye ope' or ♪♪

♪♪ Ye will not find him, laddie ♪♪

♪♪ I'll go down to the creek ♪♪

♪♪ And by god, if I see him ♪♪

♪♪ I'll throw him in it ♪♪

♪♪ Search the hills ♪♪

♪♪ To the peaks ♪♪

♪♪ Find him, lads ♪♪

♪♪ Or tomorrow will never, never come ♪♪

♪♪ Run and get him ♪♪

Get him!

♪♪ Run and get him ♪♪

Get him!

♪♪ Run and get him now ♪♪

♪♪ Or ye won't plow another Meadow ♪♪

♪♪ Go and stop him ♪♪

Stop him!

♪♪ Go and stop him ♪♪

Stop him!

♪♪ Run, ye highland men ♪♪

♪♪ Or ye won't Ken another day ♪♪

Harry Beaton!

Harry Beaton!

Harry Beaton!

Harry Beaton!

♪♪ If he comes into sight ♪♪

♪♪ Hold him fast ♪♪

♪♪ Many lives are depending on it ♪♪

♪♪ This must stop and tonight ♪♪

♪♪ They must know ♪♪

♪♪ That tomorrow is really going to come ♪♪

♪♪ Run and get him ♪♪

Get him!

♪♪ Run and get him ♪♪

Get him!

♪♪ Spread your human net ♪♪

♪♪ But don't forget that time's agin ye ♪♪

♪♪ Go and stop him ♪♪

Stop him!

♪♪ Go and stop him ♪♪

Stop him!

♪♪ Run, ye highland men ♪♪

♪♪ Or ye won't Ken another day ♪♪

How did it happen?

He must've hit his head on a rock.

Ach, the poor lad!

Oh, Harry, my son, my son.

How could you be so ungrateful?

Oh, I'm so ashamed for ye.

I'm so ashamed for ye.

Look here, all of ye,

there's been enough sorrow

for one wedding night.

Don't tell anyone he's dead.

Just say he was stopped.

They can find out in the morning.

I'll take him to my cottage.

No one will see him.

Father, what happened?

The alarm is over.

Was he hurt bad?

Just scratched a wee bit.

He'll be fine and fit in the morning.

Let's go back to the wedding supper.

Aren't you coming, Fiona?

Aye, father.

Angus, did you see Tommy, the American?

Aye, dearie.

I saw him cross the bridge.

Angus, did he come back?

I didna see him.

Fiona!

They stopped him just in time.

He wasn't far from the brook.

Yes, they told me.

Oh, Fiona,

when I think what could've happened...

Your whole world,

gone forever.

I thought my world was gone.

I thought you'd left.

Without saying goodbye to you?

Oh, you know I wouldn't do that.

I know you wouldna.

Tommy...

Tommy, darlin'.

Oh, Fiona.

I can't leave you.

I can't.

Lundie said you could stay

if you love someone enough.

And I do.

I love you.

I'd better hurry and find him.

There's not much time.

Jeff!

Jeff!

Are they after you now?

I'm looking for Lundie.

I got something very important to tell you.

I'm not going back. I'm staying here.

Oh, that's nice.

Oh, please, Jeff, be serious.

Just for once.

I am. I'm being serious all over the place.

I feel more a part of her

than I ever felt about Jane.

Now that I've found it, I can't give it up.

I belong here.

Yeah, you belong here.

No doubt about it.

Milking cows,

planting little things,

weaving, butter churning,

that's for you, boy.

You'll have a ball.

And just think--

you can do it for always...

In a town that's got one of the longest always on record.

It's got nothing to do

with all these things you're talking about.

I believe in her, I believe in this place,

and I can't leave.

Well, kiddies,

that's what happened to Tommy today.

But what about his friend Jeff?

Well, he had fun, too.

Tonight he went running through the woods

after some highland hothead

who was going to make all the people disappear

by crossing the wrong stream.

Well, after a while,

Jeff thought he saw a bird

perched low in a tree,

and he shot at it.

Something fell to the ground.

He rushed over to it.

And guess what--

it was hothead Harry.

Yes, sir, the boy dervish himself,

lying there looking all dead.

Jeff, you mean--

to have killed somebody somewhere else

would've been an awful thing,

but Harry lived in the town that wasn't there.

He probably never lived in the first place.

Chances are, there weren't even any woods.

In fact, the whole day probably never even happened,

because, you see, this is a fairy tale.

Oh, Jeff, you poor guy.

You must feel horrible.

Feel? What am I supposed to feel

in a voodoo joint like this?

Dream stuff, made up of broomsticks and wishing Wells.

Or a boot camp for lunatics!

I don't know what goes on here,

but it's got nothing to do with us.

And whatever happens to us just doesn't count.

How can it when you don't understand it?

You want to give up your family, your friends,

your whole life for this?

It's not even worth arguing about.

Go say goodbye to the little people

and thank them for the picnic.

You're confused, aren't you, boy?

You know, if you believed

as much as you think you do,

you wouldn't be.

Tommy, Fiona tells me you want to stay.

I'll wait for you by the bridge.

Tommy,

what did he mean by that?

What is it?

Fiona, it--it's me.

I thought I...

Dinna be ashamed of yourself, lad.

It's the hardest thing in the world

to give everything,

though it's usually the only way to get everything.

You'd better hurry, Fiona.

There's not much time left.

Fiona, do you understand at all?

I think so.

And you're not sorry I came?

Oh, no. I'm glad. I'll be less lonely now.

Real loneliness is no' being in love in vain,

but no' being in love at all.

Oh, if I only had more time.

It's not your fault.

Tommy!

Tommy!

'Tis the end of our day!

Fiona.

Oh, Fiona,

it isn't because I don't love you.

I know.

But to stay,

I had to have no fears, no doubts.

Aye, Tommy, aye.

Goodbye, Tommy.

And never forget-- any day, any night,

that always and always,

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

Peter, Peter,

I left the dogs in the car.

Be a dear. Ask the driver

to take them to the apartment and feed them

and to pick me up again at 8:00.

Alimony is deductible.

She'll want capital. I can't give her that.

It isn't fair to the children.

Darling, so sorry I'm late.

I had the most agonizing afternoon.

My new analyst is divine.

He has a marvelous new theory.

He believes that childhood

hasn't got anything to do with anything.

Sounds dreamy.

I've got my standards.

I lie, cheat, steal for this company.

But I will not give up my integrity.

I feel a man is of value to the organization

as long as...

Tell Andre a party of six,

and you tell him

if he messes up the sauce...

Yes, honey.

Oh, honey, try and see my side.

Frank, bring me another Brandy.

It's bourbon, sir.

It is?

That's all you've been drinking

for the last four months

since you returned from Scotland.

Is that right?

Well, I just decided I don't like it.

It's not near as good as the whiskey mother used to make.

I'll have a Brandy.

Yes, sir.

Honey, I can't get home tonight.

I can't let the boss down.

He's got this girl

he wants to take out,

and he needs another man along

so it won't look like she's with him.

Yes, dear.

Better bring me two glasses of water, frank.

I know, baby, but we can

celebrate your birthday tomorrow.

Honey, I can't take any longer.

I've got to get back.

I'll talk to you later. Bye.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Would you like to order dinner now?

No. Bring me my lunch check.

I think I'll eat out tonight.

Frank! Bring me another.

So soon? What happened to the last one?

Ha. It vanished.

Like Brigadoon.

Like who, sir?

That was the name of my brother who ran away.

Oh, good evening, Mr. Albright.

Your table's almost ready.

Thank you, Peter.

Tommy! The Parker deal-- what's your opinion?

Tomorrow. I haven't studied the reports.

I've got a slant on it. I'd like--

tomorrow I'll call you. Thanks.

Albright!

How about that meeting this morning?

A lot of things were brought out in the open.

Great.

You like the way I handled the old man?

Great.

Thanks, Albright.

Hi.

Hi.

It's hot in here.

It's not the heat, it's the humanity.

Good evening, Mr. Albright.

Oh, thank you, frank.

Have you seen Jane?

She meeting you?

Yeah.

I'll drink up and go.

Nothing a woman hates more

than her fiancé's best friend.

He knows the secrets

she'll spend her life trying to find out.

I've been dodging her all month.

Don't worry about it.

Scratch the surface of any woman,

and she'll enjoy it.

When are you getting married?

I don't know if I want to get married.

Why?

Because, old tank, I'm in love with someone else,

and I "canna" get over it.

Oh...

And the trouble is,

because I can't be with her,

I can't be with anyone.

So many things remind me of her.

People say one little word

that opens the door to a memory for me,

and then...

I'm a few thousand miles away with...

Well, you know.

But slowly, I come back to the conversation,

then they ask me a question,

and I don't know what they've talking about.

You must be fascinating company.

It ain't easy.

Tommy!

- Hello, Jane. - Hello, Jane.

You've certainly been elusive.

Been up to my neck at the office.

Would you like a drink?

An old fashioned.

How are you, Jim?

Darling, it's been weeks.

Fine, Jane.

I'm sorry, honey.

I've had a little cold, but...

You could've called more often.

Hate to eat and run.

Your table's ready, Mr. Albright.

I'll call you later.

Hello.

Goodbye.

Frank, put it on the bill.

Your bill's very high.

So am I.

Jane, you look fine.

So do you.

Care to order?

We'll finish our drinks first.

I wish you'd been with me over the weekend.

I went to Connecticut house-hunting.

Saw the most wonderful place--

rather interesting, colonial.

And right on top of a high, beautiful hill.

♪♪ Through the Heather ♪♪

♪♪ on the hill ♪♪

♪♪ the morning dew ♪♪

♪♪ is blinkin' yonder ♪♪

♪♪ there's lazy music ♪♪

♪♪ on the rill ♪♪

♪♪ and all I want to do is wander ♪♪

♪♪ through the Heather ♪♪

♪♪ on the hill ♪♪

Would you want to do that?

Uh...

Maybe.

You'd consider it?

What?

Commuting from 60 miles out New York.

I wouldn't want to do that.

I didn't think so.

And I told Mr. Bradville.

Who?

Herbert Bradville.

Who's he?

He's the real estate man I've been working with.

I told him you'd call, so please do.

I'm trying so hard to arrange everything.

Do you still want Jeff to stand up for you?

Yes.

If he can.

Why?

Nothing.

It's just he's so impossible these days.

Everybody's bored to death with him.

Maybe I'm not interested in everybody.

You certainly have been antisocial

since you got back from Scotland.

I thought there was something really bothering you,

but you certainly wouldn't keep me waiting...

♪♪ Waitin' for my dearie ♪♪

♪♪ and happy am I ♪♪

♪♪ to hold my heart ♪♪

♪♪ till he comes strollin' by ♪♪

Oh, of course.

♪♪ When he comes, my dearie ♪♪

♪♪ one look, and I'll know ♪♪

♪♪ that he's the dearie ♪♪

♪♪ I've been wantin' so ♪♪

When I see--

No, Jane. No.

I can't go through with it.

There's going to be no wedding next month.

You're postponing it again?

No. I'm calling it off for good.

Calling it off?

Look, Jane, I'm sorry.

You've been wonderful.

It's not your fault.

Something strange happened a few months ago.

I can't explain it,

but I don't fit here anymore.

You've gone out of your mind.

We can't talk here.

Let's go home.

♪♪ Go home ♪♪

♪♪ go home ♪♪

♪♪ go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ go home ♪♪

♪♪ go home ♪♪

♪♪ I'll ♪♪

♪♪ go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ go home ♪♪

♪♪ go home ♪♪

♪♪ go home with Bonnie Jean ♪♪

♪♪ go home ♪♪

I'm old enough for social security.

I've got my expense account.

Most important of all,

I'm building.

Building every day.

That's the only security a man can have.

Room 732, please.

Jeff, you sober?

I want to go back to Scotland.

You want to come?

Never mind what for. You want to come?

Get plane reservations.

I know it isn't there,

but I want to see where it was.

Who cares if it doesn't make sense.

Jeff, I want to go.

I've got to!

It's unbelievable.

Awful and unbelievable.

What is?

To think that down there somewhere

between the mist and the stars

is someone I want terribly,

and I know she's not dead.

She's only asleep,

and yet, I'll never see her again.

You didn't have to come here to say that.

You could've told me on the phone in New York.

I'll tell you why.

She became so alive to me

that I had to come back and see for myself

that the place really wasn't here.

Didn't work that way for me.

It's so much like a dream

that I have to work hard to convince myself

it happened at all.

There's the difference between us, Jeff.

Oh...

Tell me about it.

I found that...

Sometimes the things you believe in

become more real to you

than all the things you can explain away or understand.

Oh.

Why do people have to lose things

to find out what they really mean?

Well, let's start walking.

I got lost around here once.

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ blooming under ♪♪

♪♪ sable ♪♪

♪♪ skies ♪♪

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ there my heart ♪♪

♪♪ forever ♪♪

♪♪ lies ♪♪

♪♪ let the world ♪♪

♪♪ grow cold ♪♪

♪♪ around us ♪♪

♪♪ let the heavens ♪♪

♪♪ cry above ♪♪

Tommy!

Tommy, lad, you.

My, my.

You must really love her.

You woke me up.

Come, lad.

You shouldna be too surprised.

I told you if you loved someone deeply enough,

anything is possible.

Even miracles.

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ Brigadoon ♪♪

♪♪ in thy valley ♪♪

♪♪ there'll be ♪♪

♪♪ love ♪♪

♪♪ there'll be love ♪♪