Original subtitles

Has John been in today?

- No sign of him, Hamish.

He's probably taken himself up the hills again.

I heard of an Indian tribe that when they get the notion

they're about to croak, they just take themselves off

into the wilderness, wait for it to happen.

- Just ignore him, Hamish.

Ignore who?

- If John's taken himself to the hills,

it's for peace and quiet just like it always is.

- Agnes is right.

It could even be he just felt like a night in.

- Hamish.

Enjoy serving yourself, Doc.

This game is very delicately poised.

- There's a hypnotist loose in Lachlan.

- Sure, Doc, I think you need a rest.

- I'm absolutely compos mentis, Hamish.

The Major, Rory Campbell, Isobel, and now Lachlan,

all found in a trance-like state.

- How would one know that Lachlan McCrae was in a trance,

that is the question?

- Stow it, Barney.

I thought it was a virus.

- And, I thought it was some kind

of self-generated mass hysteria.

But, it also occurred to me

that it could have been externally produced,

that maybe someone put those people into a trance.

I remembered reading an article on the possible uses

of hypnosis as a method of controlling pain,

so I dug it out.

And, there it is.

Comments on the Mesmeric Prowess of a Particular

Stage Hypnotist Called Ava Grimm.

- That's the woman with Kenneth McIver.

- It's her, Hamish, but why is she doing it?

- If she's doing it then maybe John can tell us why.

You coming?

- Yeah.

- That's her all right.

I'd know that babe anywhere.

- So, if the Doc's right

then why you four in particular?

- I'm sure I don't know.

- No?

- Four people with a shared knowledge

of the Stone of Destiny, a knowledge that Kenneth McIver's

envied all his life.

- How do you know all this?

- John told me.

- Then he must really believe he's going to die.

- John, John McIver.

Ahh, horse kipp.

See if he's in.

John?

John are you there?

- He's not there.

- No.

- Maybe he has taken to the hills.

Come on.

You can complain to Miss Grimm about being hypnotized

without your consent.

Is that a crime?

- I don't know, but it's a good excuse to go there.

Mr. McIver.

Kenneth McIver.

Hey there?

Horse kipp.

- Okay.

- What are you doing?

- I'm gonna take a look around inside.

- Maybe it's not locked.

The lights are off.

- Just try it.

There's nobody here.

- Try it.

Why would anybody go away and leave the door...

Open?

It's always best to check these things, Hamish.

Yeah, I know.

- Hamish it's verse, a line of verse.

- "When winter steps can become."

Now what?

- This is mine.

Look in the place where the curtain roars.

That's my line, Hamish, it's mine.

- Yeah, take it easy.

See what else you can find.

- These are faxes from the Misty Glen.

That has to be a boat, right?

- Yeah, no doubt about it.

- They have come for the stone.

- No doubt about it.

- How can you be so matter of fact?

We don't even know where they are.

- Yeah, but we know where they're going.

- Oh, you lovely thing, you great, big,

beautiful meal ticket.

- You can't do this, Kenneth, you can't.

- Well, I know that.

Not with my prosthetic, but that's why you're gonna

give me a hand.

- We should have known.

We should have known.

I tell you, if I get the grip of Kenneth McIver,

you'll be lifting me for murder, Hamish.

- If I get to him first, he'll be lifting me.

Can anyone smell horseshit in here?

- Oh that's me.

- And, me.

- What have you two been eating?

- Right, now

say again, Hamish.

- It's the Ruin na Ferna.

- Eh?

- Ruin na Ferna?

- Then we have a problem.

That's a promontory, see with at least three landing sites

they could use, any one of them.

Then we'll have to cover them all.

We don't have the time.

- How do you suppose they're getting there?

I mean there's a road that goes

part of the way then nothing.

Horseshit.

- I beg your pardon.

- I was talking to old Dugal Finlay up at the Cash 'n' Carry

and he told me that Kenneth McIver had hired out all four

of his horses.

- Horseshit.

There was horseshit inside TV John's caravan.

- He's got John.

You're saying he's got John.

- Maybe a gun from the lodge.

- No, he can't hate John so much that he...

His own brother.

- Now listen to me, Hamish.

If you make this official, the authorities will take

that stone right back out of Scotland.

- Lachlan, this is John we're talking about.

- Listen to him, Hamish, if we lose our stone,

John McIver will be dead within one calendar month

of it going.

And, our shame.

And, I'm not speaking figuratively.

And, I will be right at his back.

- He could have killed John at the caravan, Hamish.

Why didn't he?

- If we lose that stone, we will lose John McIver.

If I thought for one minute

that they'd return it to Scotland,

I'd have said go ahead contact them now.

- But, John said they'd never give it back.

And John would know, Hamish.

With his psychic powers.

- Okay Major, you take the others as far as you can by road

then head off on foot to the coast.

When you get there, I want you to move south from here.

Right.

- I'll move north from this point.

And, that way we cover all the landing sites.

How will you get there?

- Travel light and non-stop, head up over the high pass.

- High pass alone the weather can change

in the blink of an eye.

- I'll go with Hamish.

Non-stop.

- Hmm, if you can do it, I can do it.

- Okay.

- Oh, and one more thing.

I'll be taking the boy.

It's time he knew.

- Tonight, tonight I'll have it,

the Lia Fail, the Stone of Destiny on this very boat.

- You sure about this?

- My grandfather helped bring the stone back here.

I've got more reason than you to be going up there.

- Fair enough.

Not only have I filched yon relic

from under their collective nose, but that hunk of stone

is going to make me rich, astronomically rich.

What do you say to that, brother?

That it's a shame, Kenneth.

Oh craven's help , it's a shame.

Oh well, I must remember to feel suitably ashamed

when I'm lolling on some tropical beach

and pouring fine liquor down my neck.

I meant that it was a shame

that you're prepared to betray out father's memory, Kenneth.

- I spit on his memory

and on our mother's.

Think I've forgotten what it was like?

Well fine, Kenneth.

He did all right, but he can't see into the future

like you big brother John.

- They never said that.

- No, but it was the bloody subtext all right.

They preferred a half-witted freak to a Renaissance man.

- They both died with your name on their lips,

Kenneth, not mine.

They loved you.

- Liar.

They hated me.

That whole village hated me.

See if I care now.

- Do you think we might have some tea?

- In a while, Miss Grimm.

What is it?

Oh, something bit me.

Something bit me.

Why it was a adder.

You must have stood right on it for it to strike.

- An adder?

There's never been adders up here before?

- No, but then you've never been up here before,

have you, Kenneth?

- Saying I'm a Jonah?

I'm not a Jonah, I'm not.

What are you doing?

- I'm going to bleed her, try and bleed

some of the poison out.

- Will it work?

- Well, I don't know, but I can't think

of anything else, can you?

- Well, as soon as she's bled enough, bandage her up

and let's get moving.

- John?

John.

Oh, you're still here.

- Of course I'm still here, man.

We've gotta press on, we'll be hours late.

- Oh she can't be moved yet.

- Well then we'll leave her with supplies.

We'll come back for her.

- Well, I'm not leaving.

You go on if you want.

- I want you there when I get my money.

I want you to see it.

Now, on your feet.

- If you intend using that thing, you'd better

get on with it because I am not moving.

We'll camp here for the night.

How are you feeling?

- I'm not sure.

- Well, just keep still, perfectly still.

- Still, yes.

- I'll get you that tea.

- Damn.

- What is it?

- It's the nicky nacky.

It's clapped out.

- The nicky nacky?

Are you sure, boy?

- God sake.

- What the hell's the nicky nacky?

- Is it some modification you've carried out

in the engine, Lachlan?

- No, Major, no.

Ah well you see when I first taught the boy here

about engines he was no more than seven years old.

He had problems with the terminology so we made up

our own names for things.

- Aye, there was the scarly bee and the thumal dunnit.

- And, the nicky nacky.

And, you never learned the proper name of things.

- Well, of course I have, Rory Campbell.

It's just when I was talking to my dad here about it,

I regressed, that's all.

- And, you're going to tell us what it is,

this nicky nacky?

- It's...

It's--

- It's the carburetor, Rory.

It's packed in which means are damn well finished.

Damned well finished.

- What's going on here?

- He didn't tell you?

- He just said he'd explain on the way.

- Aye, so he shall.

Lachlan, we'll set out on foot from here.

- We'll miss them by hours, Major.

- As we walk, we can pray, pray they're held up anything.

But, we will not give in.

Lachlan, it is not over until the fat gentleman sings.

- It's lady, Major, the fat lady.

- Lady?

- Right.

Come on, let's take what we need from the truck.

Come on, boy.

- Is it just me or does anyone else feel a bit chilly?

- No, I can feel it too, Rory.

It's cold air coming down from the high pass.

- See this as a point of no return would you think?

- Yeah.

- I'm freezing, Isobel.

- So, am I.

- Okay.

- Am I going to die?

- I don't know.

Just try to remember that I'll be here to do whatever I can.

.

I didn't bring any matches.

Isobel, I didn't bring any matches.

- Come on, don't panic, Hamish.

- Panic?

I'm not panicking, I'm just shit scared.

There's a difference.

Mr. McIver.

Mr. McIver.

Look.

Who are they?

Do you know who they are?

- I know who they are.

- What do they want?

- They want you, Kenneth.

Aye!

- Is it true, what you said, they died

with my name on their lips, mother and father?

- Yes, it's true.

- Cursing me, no doubt.

- No, not cursing you.

Kenneth, if they made a fuss of me, it was because

they knew that I wasn't as clever as you.

It was to reassure me, not to hurt you.

- No, they preferred psychic froth to cool intellect.

- If that had been the case, then you would indeed

have been the apple of their eye.

- What do you mean?

I believe you're much more gifted

than I am, Kenneth.

- Me?

- These accidents that happen round about you,

I believe they're generated psychically.

You have a great gift, but you've turned your back on it,

suppressed it somehow and what should be positive

comes out negative.

- You're saying I'm a bloody freak like you.

Freakier.

- I know what you're up to.

You think these revelations about my psychic gifts

will make me give up the stone.

Well, you're wasting your time, brother, wasting your time.

- Shh.

- What is it?

Is she dead?

- No, her fever's broken.

- Why wouldn't you let us get together?

Isobel.

- When Alex came back to the village,

why did you live with her?

- I'd asked her to come back.

It seemed the right thing to do.

- Yeah.

But, it wasn't what you wanted to do, was it?

- No.

- No.

And when you told her about us,

you think that led to her death?

- Yeah.

No.

It was partly I blame her.

If she didn't think instead, then maybe things

would have been different.

Maybe she wouldn't have died, I don't know.

I don't know.

- Oh Hamish, you wanted us to be together, you know,

but I had to ask myself why?

Why did you want it for our sake,

or did you just think that us being together

would have made Alex's death less futile?

You know that us getting together would have been,

would have been

the right thing to do. - I can't believe

you're saying this.

I just wanted us to be together, that is it.

How can you think those things, Isobel?

How could you say what you're saying?

- Because you've never once told me

that you loved me, Hamish.

You know, not one time.

- I've never said it.

Not to Alex, not to anybody.

Always figured the person should know without being told.

But, I'll say it now if that's what you want.

I love you, Isobel.

I love you more than any person I've ever known.

Oh God, wasted time.

Wasted time we could have been at it.

We could have been at it.

- Like hammer and tong.

- Aye.

- Like knives and--

how much I wanted you.

It could have been.

- Maybe, you know, maybe it's not too late.

Maybe, maybe even as a way of keeping warm, we could--

- What?

- You know we could--

- Oh God.

- Now, what's wrong?

- Ah please, please don't say yes now, please don't.

- I just thought it might help keep us warm.

- Isobel, oh Isobel.

There are certain things a man just cannot do

in weather like this.

- Oh.

Oh God.

- Better?

- Yes.

Thank you.

You saved my life.

- No.

- No.

I remembered what you'd said.

That helped.

- Well, if it helped, I'm glad I said it.

But, to tell the truth, I couldn't think

of anything else to say.

- What are you two talking about?

- Why didn't you leave me behind?

With just the two of you, you might have been able

to take the stone from your brother.

- My father and his friends brought that stone here.

And because they did, I like to think

that I would give my life to keep it here.

- That's it.

I've heard enough.

You, over here.

- But, I could never risk anybody else's life for it.

Over here.

- Now you rest for what remains of the night.

Brother Kenneth wants you in the saddle in the morning.

Coronation stone of the old Scottish kings, boy.

Those men took that stone back.

Well, that scumbag, Kenneth McIver's making off with it.

It belongs here, Lachie Junior, nowhere else

but here in Scotland.

- What kind of lowlife would steal

the Stone of Destiny back from us?

- I never liked him anyway.

- Or nor me.

Remember in school he was always first in everything.

- Oh, I remember.

- Aye, when we were in Sunbeam book one he was a way up

at Sunbeam book five.

It was sickening.

- Sickening.

And, don't forget the multiplication tables.

When we were at the two times, he was up at the six times.

- I remember.

And, then there was the decimal points.

- What about the decimal points?

- They were the bane of my young life, son.

That plumming decimal point just floated in front of my eyes

for hours on end before it finally came to rest

in the wrong damn place.

- Maybe we should push on.

- Aye.

Whereas Kenneth McIver, well he would just

dab away at his bit of paper

without even irritating flourish.

And, damn me if he didn't guess right every single time.

Aye, Rory's right, we should make a move.

- I don't quite follow.

What was it Kenneth McIver used to guess right every time?

- Well, where the decimal point should go, old boy.

- But, Daddy, you don't guess where it goes.

- No, no, no, no, no, you see, it's all guesswork.

No, there's no way, no working out involved you see.

- Who told you that?

- Well, Rory and the Major there.

You see I was off with the mumps when we moved on

to the decimals and the boys here were assigned

to bring me up to scratch sort of thing.

Well, that's friends for you, Lachie Junior.

- Uh we'll press on at the double.

- At the double.

- Ah, Hamish.

- What's happening?

- Jack Frost was nipping at your toes.

But, I found you in time.

- I'm very grateful.

Who are you?

- Herman, my name is Herman.

- I'm Hamish.

But, you already knew that.

Oh way.

I hope I wasn't being presumptuous,

but, I thought the exchange of body heat

might hasten revival.

- You and me were exchanging body heat?

- No, oh no.

I mean with Isobel.

That is her name, isn't it?

- I don't know.

Hamish,

Hamish.

Who is he?

- This is Herman.

He already knows who you are.

He saved us, Isobel.

- Shouldn't we be on our way?

- Oh no, no not yet.

No, the weather is abating but it will be another hour

at least before you can travel any great distance.

- Thanks Herman.

So, where is this place?

- It's just a cave.

I came up here, oh a long time ago for the air.

For the air?

- Yes.

I could see what was coming down below.

Pollution, nauseous gases which would form

a permanent lime green smog.

So, I sold up all my assets and came up here.

I mean, what point was there in all this wealth

in such a spoiled world?

Is it really bad down there?

- It's really bad.

- There's something I must do.

I'll be back in about an hour.

Meanwhile, you can rest.

- We can't wait an hour, Hamish.

We'll never catch up with the stone.

- I don't know, Isobel, I think...

I think our luck's about to change.

- I think you've spent too much time with John McIver.

Okay, if everything's going to be well with the world,

what are we gonna do till the storm abates?

- It's not good enough.

Just not good enough.

50 grand upfront and where are they?

Where's my stone, hmm?

Take a turn to the south, Captain.

Check out the other beach.

- Will you two get a move on?

We've wasted enough time already.

You're sure?

Aye.

This is Black Rock Bay?

Yes, that's it.

- You see and not a sign of them.

- Either they've been and gone or have landed elsewhere.

- Come on men, south.

- Hamish, there's nothing here.

We should go on.

- Where's the boat?

Where's the boat?

Oh we're late but they should have waited.

Do you think McFarquar would give up and leave?

- Not without me and not without the stone.

He'll be here.

- Hold up, men.

My God, fortune has smiled on us this good day.

It's the Misty Glen.

- After that thieving one-armed, one-legged .

Do you see it, brother?

- I see it clearly now.

And, all for a lump of rock.

- Are you a strong swimmer, Miss Grimm?

Very.

- Kenneth, you mustn't go into that boat.

If you do, you will die out there.

- Oh we are both getting into it, brother.

I want you to see my triumph.

- At last, we have it.

If the fates go right, where'er the stone is found

the Scots shall monarchs of that realm be crowned.

- Mr. McFarquar, look.

John, John.

Prepare to weigh anchor.

- Look.

- Too late was the cry, too late.

In.

Kenneth, you'll die.

- And, if you don't get in, brother, some of those

hayseed friends of yours might die.

Now, get in.

Don't do it, boy.

- John.

Hurry, Hamish.

John McIver, wait for us.

Look, no.

John!

- We've lost it.

We've lost the Stone of Destiny.

- Damn you, Kenneth McIver.

Damn you to hell.

Miss Grimm, Miss Grimm, the boat,

I can't control it.

- Miss Grimm, John.

Help me, get me out.

- Misty Glen, we have no steerage, we have no steerage.

Get out of the way.

- Get over the edge.

- But--

- Just do it.

- Look.

You're doing this.

Stop it at once.

- It's not me, Kenneth, it's you.

I told you.

If we go up, the stone goes up with us, John.

Miss Grimm and I switched the stone last night.

That's just a lump of rock like you said.

- Switched?

But, why?

Why didn't you just make off with it?

- Because you are brother, Kenneth, and I love you.

I've always loved you.

I'd hoped we might have been reconciled before the end.

You said I was gonna die out here.

You knew.

- Yes.

And yet, you still came.

- Ahoy there.

.

Look John, we're saved.

The boat, it's moving.

- I'm afraid not.

- What?

- It's not the boat, Kenneth.

It's what's behind it.

- John, I'm frightened.

- Gone.

- Gone.

- John.

John.

- It's Kenneth's leg.

- Hello?

Hello?

- Who is Hamish MacBeth?

- There we are.

From here on in, this will be known

as the TV John McIver corner.

It's a fine gesture, Mullen.

- It's no more than he deserves.

God, I'll miss him.

- Ah, don't upset yourself, Agnes.

I wouldn't be surprised if John McIver dropped in

for the occasional pint.

I mean a man with his psychic gifts

surely make the odd journey over from the other side.

- He just might, you know.

- Man's powers of prophecy bordered on the miraculous.

They were.

- Unerring is the word.

TV John.

For John.

We interrupt this program

to bring you news just in.

700 years after it was stolen from Scotland,

the Stone of Destiny is to be given back.

The Prime Minister told the Commons today

that the stone, a powerful symbol of Scottish nationhood

would be removed from Westminster Abbey

and returned to Scotland when a suitable resting place

has been decided upon.

More on this as news comes in.

Viva Scotia, yes!

- Where's everybody going?

- To plan a break-in, Agnes.

- Where are you going?

- Maybe we should hold onto it

in case the authorities change their minds.

Change their minds, boy.

We'll just take it right back again.

Have you come up with a plan, Major?

- I have.

Our fathers dug down to remove the stone.

So, we'll dig up to put it back.

- How do you mean?

- The sewers.

- Hey?

- The sewers of London, Lachie Junior.

We'll go down in Pimlico, find our way to under the Abbey,

and then back up.

- Is that plan the product of a fine military mind, or what?

.

Now, if you'd be so good as to do us the honor to start.

- Gentlemen, let us start.

Viva Scotia.

Viva.

- You said they'd never give it back, John.

John!

Where'd you get the beard?

- John McIver is my son, Mr. MacBeth.

He's not yet mastered the art of manifestation.

Though when he does, I'm sure he'll pester

the life out of you.

He's asked me to pass on some messages.

- What messages?

- Well, firstly apologies to everyone

for getting it wrong about the authorities

handing back the stone.

He puts it down to a temporary psychic block.

Secondly, to Lachlan McCrae,

tell him that John has spoken to his wife Mary

and she's delighted to know that he still loves her

and that the boy turned out well.

The third message is for you, Mr. MacBeth.

John says you've to stock up well with Pampers.

Pampers?

- Yes, it's apparently some sort of modern day nappy.

John says you and Isobel are going to need

thousands of them.

- No, no.

We agreed, no kids.

- What?

Oh, oh, well.

John says you should have thought of that

up in yon snow cave.

- It's gonna be awful quiet round here

when they've gone.

- Yeah.

- What we gonna do to pass the time?

- Oh, we'll think of something.

- Will we?

- Mmm hmm.

If you go with them, I'll go with them.

- Come on.