All language subtitles for Upstairs Downstairs S05E12 Will Ye No Come Back Again WEB-DL DDP2 0 H 264-squalor (1)_track3_[eng]

[light orchestral music]

- Lovely postcard from
Virginia from gay Paris.

She's having great fun!

Took Alice to Paquin
collection yesterday

for her coming out ball dress.

- Paquin, that sounds expensive.

- Yes.

Alice must have beautiful
dresses if she's coming out.

And to the opera to
see Manon Lescaut.

- Lucky little girl.

- Yes, isn't she?

[laughs] Rose a bit
sea sick on the boat

but, I can't read that,
reck something.

- But recovered when
we reached Callais.

- Recovered when we
reached Callais.

Enjoyed Scotland, love
to all, Virginia.

Oh, and it's a picture
of Napoleon's tomb.

Very impressive.

- Poor Rose.

- I've always said that
servants, like a good wine,

seldom travel well.

- Perhaps they'll all be
sick on the Flying Scotsman.

- God forbid.

- I shall be sick in a car
if Edward drives too fast.

- Well, think of that
lovely salmon fishing

when we get there.

- I can't fish.

- I can teach you and
then you'll enjoy it.

- It'll rain all the time.

- Ah, so much the better.

- I'd much rather go
to Doeville with Dolly.

- Sounds like one of
those musical comedies,

Doeville with Dolly.

- You don't have
to come Georgina.

I just think it'd
be a pity not to.

Cormack is a wonderful place.

The sons will have a change,
plenty of good fresh air.

Do you good.

You look pale.

- And no telephones ringing,
no traffic or anything.

A chance to fish and
stalk and climb rocks.

- Or hire a bicycle and ride
into Inverness to the cinema.

- 70 miles over a rough road.

- Oh, is it?

- You take a good book to read.

- Can I take my gramophone?

- Anything to make you happy--

- Well, you can't
stay here anyway.

We're shutting up the house.

- Alright, when do we leave?

- His lordship, the
major and Miss Georgina

will be leaving by car
early tomorrow morning.

Edward, I trust you have
studied the route on your map?

- Oh yes Mr. Hudson.

Straight up the great
north road to Edinburgh.

- Turn left for Inverness.
[laughs]

- Don't worry Mr. Hudson,
I shan't get lost.

- Since you are breaking
the journey at Ennoch Castle

tomorrow night Edward, you may
convene my personal regards

to Mr. Harrison, the Duke
of North Umberland's butler.

- Yes Mr. Hudson.

- The remainder of the staff,
Ruby, will remain behind

to close up the house,

and travel up there the
night train to Inverness.

- I don't like this idea
of sleeping on a train.

Never have, ever since
the Tay Bridge disaster

when I was a girl.

- Oh, I think you'll find it

quite safe nowadays
Mrs. Bridges.

- It'll be extra nice
for you going up there,

won't it Mr. Hudson,
you being Scotch.

- Scots, if you please Daisy.

Indeed it will.

I shall be returning to
the land of my forefathers.

- I seen pictures of the
highlands on biscuit tins.

It's all purple heather
and people playing bagpipe.

- That's right and they're
wearing kilts

and showing their knees.

- Now, the highlands of
Scotland are glorious indeed.

And you can all count
yourselves privileged

to be visiting such
a paradise on Earth.

- Yes.

[horn honking]

[engine rumbling]

[horn honking]

[gravel crunching]

[sheep bleating]

[horn honking]

[engine rumbling]

[clanking]

[dogs barking]

[steps clattering]

[knocking]

[dogs barking]

[knocking]

- Hello, is there anyone there?

Oh, good day Mrs.?

You are expecting us I think.

Lord Bellamy's party.

Lord Berkhamsted has lent
this lodge to Lord Bellamy

for ten days.

- The landlord's
letter arrived by

the mail book this morning.

McKay and myself had
no warning of you.

- Oh.

- Well I hope they don't
expect me to cook their dinner

on that thing!

- Oh, this is Mrs.
Bridges, our cook.

It's Mrs. McKay, I believe.

Well I'll leave you ladies
to the kitchen arrangement.

Excuse me.

[steps clattering]

[clattering]

[thuds]

- Mr. Hudson, the luggage
breaks come and the man wants

to know which rooms to
put the trunks in.

- Very well Daisy,
I'll see to it.

[steps clattering]

- Don't you think there
ought to be a fire lit?

- There should be Daisy,
unfortunately,

the wood box is empty.

It would appear that due
notice was not received

of our arrival by the
gillie and his good wife

until this morning.

[screams]

- What's happened Ruby?

- What's the matter girl?

- There's a dead bird
in the larder!

- Oh, well it won't
bite you Ruby.

It's just a wee grouse.

Last years by the smell of it.

- Well the larder has
not been touched

since last season's
shooting party left.

Give it to me, I'll burn it.

- There now, we must
all get our coats off,

roll up our sleeves
and set to work.

His Lordship, the Major,
and Miss Georgina

will be here shortly.

The place must be made as clean
and comfortable as possible

before they arrive.

Daisy, switch the light
on if you please.

[clicking]

Is the electricity not
connected Mrs. McKay?

- The generator's broken.

You'll need to be using oil
lamps for the time being.

- Hudson thought we'd be
warmer dining down here

in front of the fire.

- The dining room is on
the first floor my Lord

and somewhat chilly I fear.

- None too warm in here.

What's the matter with
the fire Hudson?

- There were no dry logs
to be found sir.

And tough takes a wee
while to burn out.

- Tough?

- Peat my Lord.

- Good heavens.

What's this Hudson?

- I feel we omitted to
bring up any sherry

from London my Lord.

I would have bottled a
bottle and replaced it later,

however, Mrs. McKay seems
unable to supply the key

of the wine cellar.

- Quite right, we
can't use theirs.

Oh well, I suppose a glass
of whiskey before dinner

will do for Scotland.

Georgina.

- I hate whiskey.

- Oh, you better
have a wee dram.

It'll help warm you up.

- Are we completely
marooned here?

- Marooned, well it's
quite a long drive

back over the mountain.

Are there any other means
of communication Hudson?

- I'm informed there's
a steamer from Overton

to Stallaway my Lord.

It calls here once a week.

- Once a week?

- To bring the mew
and collect goods

and on occasion a passenger.

- I see.

- We're marooned.

- Oh, rather fun.

- I hope our wines travel well.

- I thought I would leave
it to settle my Lord.

There was a spare bottle
of champagne in the picnic

basket if you would care to
have that open for dinner.

- Good idea Hudson.

- My Lord.

- And what's Mrs. Bridges
going to produce for us?

We're all hungry.

- I'm afraid the grocery
order we sent on ahead

has not arrived yet my Lord.

Mrs. Bridges has been
obliged to depend on whatever

tinned goods she can find
in the store cupboard.

- I'm sure you'll all
do your best Hudson.

Well it won't hurt us to rough
it a bit for one night, eh?

[laughs]

[wind whirs]

- Well I hope I never have
to serve up another dinner

like that!

It was a shame to see it
go out of the kitchen.

If you can call this
place a kitchen.

Och, nevermind Mrs. Bridges.

From tomorrow onwards,

we shall be serving them
and ourselves with some

good fresh trout
from the sea loch

and salmon from the river.

- Listen.

Can you hear something?

[wind whirring]

- It's only the wind Edward.

- No, no, no, there's someone
out there, I'm sure of it.

- Oh Mr. Hudson!

- Shh!

- There is someone there.

[door clicking]

- You will be Lord Bellamy's
household, no doubt?

- That is correct.

And who might you be?

- I am Roderick McKay, head
gillie to Lord Berkhamsted.

- Oh, good evening to you.

- We were not informed
of your visit in time.

Nothing is ready.

You will be wise to pack your
trunks and return to London.

- I'm sorry, but I
don't think Lord Bellamy

is considering any such thing.

- It will not be
comfortable here.

You may go and tell his
Lordship that from me.

- I certainly will not.

- Ruby, it's your bedtime.

- Oh no, I couldn't
go yet Mrs. Bridges.

Not by myself.

This house gives me the creeps.

- Oh, nonsense girl.

- No, no, the wee lass is right.

This old lodge has seen some
history, I can tell you.

- Has it indeed?

- The first Laird
of Carnochy Fort

at the Battle of Culloden.

- That was between the Scots
and the English, wasn't it?

- It was the last stand
of the highlanders Edward.

Against the Hanoverian
King George.

- And a tragic day for Scotland.

The Laird himself was
grievously wounded in the battle

and they say that his
servant and his piper

lifted him bleeding
from a severed arm

and placed him on a
crofter's handcart

and wheeled him over the
mountain yonder to this very
house

to escape from Cubmerland's men,

and they hid him in an attic
but he died here of his wounds.

They took him out,
dead of night,

and buried him secretly
to a piper's lament

at some spot on the hill
nearby, deep in the hill.

But to this very day,
no one knows where.

- Gaw.

- The only thing certain
is that the Laird himself,

returns here from time
to time of a dark night

for those who can hear
him, groaning from the pain

of his terrible wounds,

as he lies pale and
bleeding on the handcart.

The very handcart that carried
him here from the field

of Culloden, God rest his soul.

I will away now to my dwelling.

I bid you all a very good night.

-[Georgina] Two, no trumps.

-[James] No bid.

- No bid.

Do you play from diamond?

-[Georgina] Bother James,
why couldn't you call?

- No, no wait a minute.

Father's got to lead before
he sees what number he's got.

- Oh yes.

- Spade led.

- I know, I haven't got one.

- Well then, why on Earth
did you call no trumps?

- Oh, I don't know.

I hate three handed bridge,
it's such a boring game!

- Come on Georgina, cheer up!

- I don't want to cheer up.

I hate this beastly house
and I'm sure it hates us.

- Nevermind, tomorrow
we'll go down the river

and try for a salmon.

That'll put the roses
back in your cheeks.

[wind whirring]

[dogs barking]

[clacking]

- This retched weather!

- Oh, it'll clear up soon.

What do you say Hudson?

- Oh, I hope so my Lord.

- I thought there was supposed
to be a marvelous view

of the island of Sky.

- I'm sure there will be
as soon as the mist rises.

Well, I better go and
write some letters.

- Does it ever stop
raining in Scotland Hudson?

- On occasions miss.

- What are you doing James?

- Tying a fly.

You make one yourself
it's a good one.

That's right isn't it Hudson?

That one's a pretty
color isn't it?

- Much too pretty to
waste on a silly old fish.

- Yes, well that
one's shot made.

You wait till you see
this one that I'm making.

Blue charm.

What do you think Hudson?

- Oh, a very good choice sir.

- I've given it three or four
terms of oval silver tag.

I've already tied in
the silver ribbing.

- Sounds more like dress making.

- Now I'm going to tie in
the golden pheasant tail.

Alright Hudson?

- Oh, very good sir.

- Hudson taught me to do
this when I was 10 years old.

His father was the best
gillie in Argyleshire.

Hudson takes after him.

- Oh, I'd not say that sir.

But you were always
a very apt pupil.

- Alright, now I've
used a heavy hook.

What do you think Hudson?

- Fine sir, fine.

I would say there'll be
a fierce bit of water

after this rain.

So you're right to add
a wee bit of weight.

- Then smooth out the feathers.

- [Hudson And James]
Leave them untidy.

- What an extraordinary
collection of books.

Clearances in the Scottish
Highlands.

What do you suppose
that's about?

- No idea.

Why don't you read it and see.

There's nothing else to
do until it stops raining.

- I agree.

[clanking]

- What's that, it sounds
like thunder?

- More like gunfire to me.

- Is that old battle
still going on?

Culloden or whatever
it's called,

where the old Laird was wounded?

- Don't say that Daisy.

- Did you not pump up the water?

- Huh?

- Hasn't McKay told you?

It needs to be pumped
up night and morning

and in between if anyone
takes a bath.

You'll need to prime it.

It's not been in use
for a wee while.

And don't be letting the tank
run dry with the stove lit

or you'll be having
an explosion.

- The head gillie is here sir.

His Lordship thought you
would like to see him.

- Good good, come in,
McKay isn't it?

- It is.

- Yes, well the weather seems
to be clearing up a bit.

[door clicks]

I just wanted to talk to
you about the fishing.

- The fishing?

- Yes, I thought I'd go
out and try for a salmon

as soon as I can.

- You will be wasting your time.

- What?

- Did not Lord Berkhamsted
warn you that ours

is a leat river?

- No he didn't.

Lord Berkhamsted told my father
there'd be plenty of fish.

- Then your father
was misinformed.

- It will not be worth
your while to unpack a rod.

You can take it from me,

there will be no fish in
the river to speak of.

- That's absurd!

- There will be no fish
in the river now.

- Damn it!

I've come all the way up
from London especially

for the salmon fishing and
you say there are no fish.

Can't shoot yet and
we don't stalk.

So what the hell is there
to do in this place?

- There are some good walks
and some fine scenery.

- I came here for the fishing!

- That is may be but
I can only repeat,

there will be no sport here
abouts and that is a fact.

No matter how fine the weather
is at this time of the year.

- Damn!

I mean, why weren't we told ey?

Father's been had for a monk.

Well, the sun's coming out,

just when the day's nearly over.

- Why don't you go
for a good walk

and enjoy the fine scenery.

- Come on, stop reading.

We'll both go and take some air.

It'll do you good.

We'll walk up in the dear forest

and you can pick some
heather or something.

- James I don't want to
walk out in the forest.

- It'll put the roses
in your cheeks,

you're far too pale.

Off we go.

[door clicks]

[steps clattering]

- What you got there Daisy?

- Tablecloth from the
cupboard Mr. Hudson.

It's one of those clean enough,

but it's all mothy and look.

- Well then it must not be used.

- I've got to lay for
tea in the dining room.

- Tea can be served on a
tray in the sitting room

as soon as the Major
and Miss Georgina

get back from their walk.

- Oh I see.

You going out?

- I am Daisy, for a wee donder.

It cleared up nicely.

[steps clattering]

- Where's Mrs. Bridges?

- She went up for a nap.

I've got to call her with
a cup of tea at four.

- I don't know.

- What?

- Fat lot you and I are gonna
see the highlands of Scotland

at this rate.

We might just as well
have stopped in London.

- Well, I don't mind.

I don't like it here, do you?

- I might if I got a chance
to stick my nose out the door!

[steps crunching]

[water rushing]

- I could do with a big
tea now Georgina.

- Oh don't change
the subject James!

- You can't deny they
treated them abominably,

that's why they hate us now!

- Jealousy!

- It's not!

The English landlords
drove thousands of simple

highland crofters off their
land just so they could

have enough room for
their sheep to graze.

It was wicked!

- Yeah, your book's prejudiced.

I bet it was written by a Scot.

Always going on about
the English.

Bloody people.

They're gloomy, dour, and rude!

You've only got to look
at that fellow McKay.

- I'm not surprised he's rude.

He's put out because
he wasn't told in time

that we were coming.

That woman up at the
kern was polite enough

and her children
were very sweet.

I think the highland
people are quite charming.

They're simple, romantic
and honest.

- Ah, he's Hudson with
our tea, right on time.

- Shall I serve it now Miss
and not wait for his Lordship?

- Well where is he?

- Up in his room Sir
having a wee lie down.

- Just leave it.

- Very good sir.

- I say Hudson?

- Sir?

- What do you make
of that gillie?

- McKay sir?

- Yes, he seemed damned gloomy
about the fishing prospects.

I wonder what you
thought about it.

Well, about him I mean.

A curious sort of
chap I thought.

Didn't you?

- McKay is the head
gillie here sir.

Born and breed of these
parts I believe.

I would not seek to question
his knowledge

of the local river.

- No, I suppose not.

- Sir.

[clanking]

- An antique sort of
place, don't you think?

- Oh yes, I feel very
different here.

It's so quiet and dreamy
and beautiful.

The air is so fresh and cool.

- It's a place where
people fall in love.

- Oh yes, definitely.

- All of a sudden you realize
how much in love they are

had they not had time
to think about things.

- Yes.

I could easily fall in
love in the highlands.

[steps clattering]

- Well look at you two.

Suffocating indoors over a
fire on an evening like this.

- Uncle Richard!

We've been for a long walk.

- While you've been snoring
upstairs in your room.

Do you want some tea
to wake you up?

- Yes please, I'd love a cup.

- Did you have a nice nap?

- Oh yes, most refreshing.

Goodness, I must be more
tired than I thought I was.

I slept like a child.

- You need a good rest
Uncle Richard.

This is certainly
the place for it.

No politics, no speeches.

- Yes, this place is so
relaxing it's a wonder

anything ever gets done
in this part of the world.

- Of course, nothing
ever does get done.

Nobody shouts, or plots,
or schemes, or argues.

They just get on with
their honest, simple lives.

- That's right.

- We Londoners could learn
a lot from these people.

How not to hurry.

How to enjoy life while you can.

- Will you draw Major
Bellamy's bath Edward

and then you could
pop the water up.

- Yes Mr. Hudson.

- Miss Georgina will have her
bath before she goes to bed.

- Mr. Hudson?

Do you think that water tank

started rumbling
during the night?

- I hardly think so Ruby.

No one would have been
drawing hot water

during the night hours.

Why do you ask?

- Well, I thought I heard
a sort of rumbling noise

last night when I was in
me bed and I was scared.

- You'd heard anything.

- Probably the wounded
laird on his handcart Ruby

coming to drag you down into
his unknown grave. [laughs]

- I don't care, I did hear
it and it sounded just like

cart wheels outside me window.

I heard it, I'm not
fibbing, I did hear it!

Well, couldn't Daisy to
sleep in me room tonight?

-[Mrs. Bridges] Certainly not!

I never heard of such a thing.

[rumbling]

[screaming]

- Mrs. Bridges help
come quickly!

The ghost again, help!

- What's the matter?

- The ghost!

- Is there someone in your room?

- Pull yourself together
girl, control yourself.

- Oh it's outside
my window! [cries]

- What?

Alright Ruby my girl,
nobody outside your window.

Not a sight or sound
of anything.

- There you are, you see,
you was having a nightmare.

That's what you was
having my girl.

I expect your tummy's
upset with the water here.

Now you get off to bed.

Let's all try and have
a good night's sleep.

[door clicks]

- Will you pass the
sugar please Daisy?

- Oh come on Ruby, cheer up!

The Laird Carmicky won't
do you no harm.

Ghosts only go for young
girls they fancy.

- Edward, hold your tongue.

- Sorry I spoke.

- You can clean his
Lordship's walking shoes

while I'm out Edward.

And let's have no more

of your feeble jokes
at Ruby's expense.

- No Mr. Hudson.

[steps clattering]

- Now Ruby, early to
bed for you tonight.

You look washed out.

- Yes Mrs. Bridges.

- And stuff cotton wool
in your ears so you don't

hear anymore ghostly noises aye?

[engine rumbling]

- What's that?

A letter!

- Believe it or not.

- Some sort of miracle.

- I didn't know we left
forwarding instructions.

- We didn't.

I wrote to Jacques McKill
before I left London

to ask about some rather
interesting papers

he's got in his library

about the Scottish
assembly in 1912.

I told him we were coming
up here and so he's asked

us all over to stay for a
couple of nights at Gaelock.

I thought we'd drive
ourselves over.

It's only 40 miles.

I'd like to see the house.

It's got some fine things in it.

- Do we have to?

- Not if you'd rather stay here.

I thought it'd be rather
dull for you.

- No, on the contrary,
I'm loving it now.

I'm rapid to becoming a
highlander, aren't I James?

- That time.

- How bout you James, feel
like driving over with me

for a couple of nights?

- Not really, thank you
father, if it's not rude.

- Very well, you'll have to
stay behind and keep an eye

on Georgina.

- Aw ta Mrs. Bridges.

There's nothing like
a nice kipper.

- I can't tell if I'm
frying kippers or old boots

in this light, I can't
see a blessed thing.

I need for their fridge,
that's all.

- Straight off the steamer
from Overland Mrs. Bridges,

fresher than you'll
ever get them in London.

- Miss Georgina said she's
like two for her breakfast

in the morning and
some porridge.

- I've never known Miss
Georgina had such an appetite.

She asked me if I'd make
her some of my plumb duff

for her and the Major.

She hasn't asked for
that for years.

- I think she's quite
enjoying herself now.

After all, it's not bad
is it, now that we've got

the hang of things.

- Well it's alright for you
Daisy with your young eyes.

I can't see a blessed thing!

Oh Mr. Hudson, couldn't
something be done about

that electric light?

I can't go on with these lamps.

- Well if only I could find
that blinking generator

Mrs. Bridges, I might be
able to get it started.

- I think I've got an idea.

Edward, take that lamp
and come with me.

- Locked is it?

- Aye, I think the generator
engine might be in here.

We'll try this key.

I found it when I was
looking for that key

to the wine cellar.

No, I don't think...

There.

- It's a funny sort
of generator room.

Looks more like a mortuary.

- It's a salmon house Edward,

for preparing and
packing the fish.

[sniffs]

- So I can smell!

Gaw it's fishy isn't it?

- Fishy is the right word
Edward and that's a fact.

- Oh, hurry great snake, why
do I have to go down there?

- Because you've been
stealing apples.

- Serves me right then.

- Ah now, I've helped an
old lady across the road

so I go up this lovely
ladder there.

I'm nearly there!

- That's it alright, double six.

Oh damn it all!

[laughs]

- Right up from the
top to the bottom.

- Oh you heartless little beast.

I hope the same thing
happens to you.

- Oh it shan't, I'm
going to win.

I don't like the look of
that snake there though.

They shouldn't put them
so near the end.

Doesn't the wind make it creepy?

Daisy says that Ruby
keeps seeing a ghost.

- Really?

- Or hearing one at least.

James, you cheated,
you moved the dice.

- No, no I didn't.

- Yes you did!

You did I saw you.

- Where was it before?

- Six.

- Better.

Oh James, you are trying
to make me win.

- Oh Georgina.

Darling...

- What?

- Is is really too late for us?

I mean we, we neither
of us have anyone

special in view do we?

- Oh James, don't please.

You'll spoil everything.

- You do love me, I know you do.

- Yes I love you darling.

[water splashing]

[steps clattering]

[clattering]

[rumbling]

- The Laird of Carnochy indeed!

Come home to die of his
wounds on a slab reserved

for your employers fish,
taken from his river,

and shipped away by steamer
for sale in the market.

To say nothing of stories
about a ghost!

To deceive a simple kitchen
maid on a windy night

and scare the poor wee
lassie out of her wits.

- It is a pity you chose
to poke your nose into

the private affairs
of this village.

You, a butler from London.

- As well I did Mr. McKay.

Before the salmon
pools were emptied

by you and your poaching
thieving friends.

I may be a butler from
London Mr. McKay,

but my father, I'll
have you know,

was head gillie to Lord
Inverbord for 30 years,

and my Lord has told me the
river here was not a leat river.

- It is a leat river, but it
has an early spate in May.

- I also know that boxes
of fish are usually brought

ashore from fishing boats
and not loaded onto them

from the key side.

- Aye, you are an observant man.

I will give you that.

- And where might you be
selling Lord Berkhamsted's fish?

In Oben I suppose.

- Aye, there's fish enough
in the river for a landlord

from England coming
here as he does,

for only two months in the year.

It is a waste of good salmon.

- That is no excuse
for theft, none!

- There's fish aplenty for
the landlord when he's here.

When he's absent, it
is the custom to...

Oh, I'm not proud
of it Mr. Hudson.

It is the way we have to live

and have done for a
great many years.

You will be fetching
the constable

or will you be sending a
telegram to his lordship

on his yacht in Monte Carlo?

- I'll do neither.

To hand you over to the
police or your employer

at this time will solve nothing.

I'll be honest, I'm not over
fond of absentee landlords

myself, but nobody has the
right to accept a man's money

and then poach his game.

- So what are you going to do?

Tell the minister maybe so
that he can preach about it

on Sunday in the kirk?

- It is not business
of the ministers.

The matter is between you,
Mr. McKay as head gillie

to Lord Berkhamsted and myself,
as butler to Lord Bellamy.

I think we can settle the
matter in a civilized manner.

- Aye, it will be
better that way.

- Sit you down my friend.

I will pass no judgment
on a matter which

is none of my business,

but I'll tell you this Mr.
McKay, when my own family,

the folk I've served for 40
years come to visit my own

country of Scotland and get
cheated, that is my business.

I'll make a gentleman's
agreement with you.

The next time Major Bellamy
casts a fly on the river here,

I shall expect to
catch a salmon.

And you will see to it in future
that the electric generator

is in working order, that
there is dry wood enough

for the fires, and
hot bath water,

as Lord Berkhamsted would wish
to provide for his guests.

Is that understood?

- It is.

As one Scot to another, Mr.
Hudson, you can depend on it.

- Then you'll take a wee dram
with me to seal our bargain?

- Aye, I will that.

- Good.

[clanking]

- What do you think
of that father?

You gave me a hell of a time,
nearly lost it under a rock.

- James let me play him.

Gosh he pulled hard.

- I say James, that's splendid.

The fishing's certainly
improved since I was away.

- My God it has, I
can't think why.

- I knew you would not
catch a fish while the mist

was down on the hillside.

It is the climate that has
improved, not the fishing sir.

- I will put your catch
in the salmon house,

if you will allow me sir?

- Thank you Hudson.

- I was wondering if young
lady and yourself would care

to climb up Sheila's torr
with me in the morning?

There is an eagle's nest on
the top and maybe you could

catch a glimpse of
the young ones.

- Oh I'd love to.

Can I take my camera
and photograph them?

- You could try miss.

It is a fair scramble
to the top of the crag

and we'd need to leave a wee
bit early in the morning.

- We don't mind that,
do we James?

- Oh no, certainly not.

Early as you like.

Daisy, breakfast at
7 and tell Hudson

to put out my climbing boots.

- Very good sir.

- Oh, the lights, the
electric lights at last!

What a relief!

- Aye.

You'll be doing without
the lamps now.

- Now I can see to copy
out your recipe.

Now let me see where was I?

Oh yes, bake in moderate
oven for half an hour.

- Might be a wee bit less.

- Well, if I can make
shortcake as good as yours

when I get back to
England Mrs. McKay,

I shall have learn something
in Scotland.

- I'll give you a hand with the
dinner tonight Mrs. Bridges.

- Oh that's very kind of you,
but I can manage with Ruby.

- It's no trouble.

I'll help the wee lass
prepare the vegetables.

- Oh my goodness,
you look stunning.

Have I seen that dress before?

- No, it's new.

You'll be warm enough?

- I'm very hardy after
a week in the highlands.

- Oh, well let's hope it's a

fine day tomorrow for our climb.

You better wear something warm.

It's liable to be pretty
drafty up there

with the old eagle nest.

Back to London next week.

Start making plans.

Should we tell father tonight?

- Plans?

- Our plans.

Georgina, what's the matter?

- James I didn't mean, when I
said the other night, that I--

- Didn't mean what?

You said you loved me.

- Yes, I love you, I've
always loved you.

But not like you mean.

Not to marry.

- You kissed me the
way you used to.

And when I said we neither
of us had anyone else

special in view you didn't
say that wasn't true.

So I thought that--

- I should've been
more honest James.

Perhaps it's the feeling
of this place.

Being along together
miles from anywhere.

Coming up here was like
going back in time.

Peat fires, nursery teas,
Bonnie prince Charlie.

But it's all make believe and
make believe is for children.

We did love each other once.

- Do.
- No did.

During the war, that's
all in the past darling.

- Don't take this away
from me Georgina.

I haven't anything else.

[steps clattering]

- I say, Hudson's just
been telling me

a most extraordinary thing.

You know that small bedroom
that's always kept shut up?

Well apparently there's
a tradition

that Charles Edward Stuart
slept there during his

wanderings before
he sailed for Sky.

And there's a glass case
in there containing a lock

of his hair.

Of course, if that unfortunate
young man

had given every lock

of his hair kept in
his memory in Scotland,

he'd be completely
bald. [laughs]

I think we ought to have
a look at it afterwards,

what do you think?

Georgina my dear,
you're shivering.

Isn't that rather a flimsy
dress for this climate?

- Perhaps a ghost walked
over her grave.

[laughs]

[steps clattering]

- Good morning Hudson.

Is the Major down yet?

- He's gone out Miss Georgina.

- Gone out?

- Edward went to call
on him at 7 o'clock

and found that he was
already up and dressed

and had left his room.

- Oh.

- He left this letter
for you in his room.

- Thank you Hudson.

- Good morning.

- I thought I'd better come
and see you safely off.

Sorry James won't be with you.

He's gone to London.

- London?

- Yes, he put a note
under my door.

Apparently, suddenly
remembered he'd promised

to play at a polo match.

As we're leaving in
a few days anyway,

he thought it seemed
as he would miss it.

- How did he go?

- He had to get a lift in
the fishing boat to Olverman,

catch a train from there.

[engine rumbling]

- Ah, are we all ready then?

Oh Daisy did you check
Miss Georgina's room

to make sure she left
nothing behind?

We don't want to give
Mrs. McKay the trouble

of sending on anything after us.

- I had a good look
round Mr. Hudson.

Oh, Eddie said to tell you
that he pumped up first thing

this morning but he didn't
have time to pump again

after his Lordship's bath.

- Oh, it's no trouble.

We always have a boy
from the village to pump

up the water, but I thought
as your husband was here,

he might as well do it.

- You will send on any
letters Mrs. McKay?

- I will.

- Thank you.

- Ruby, you forgot to
wash up them cups.

- I'll do them after
you've gone.

I have to close the
house up anyway.

It'll be a long day before
there's anyone here again,

except for the old
Laird, of course.

Poor lost soul.

- Did you ever see him?

- I've never seen him,
nor heard him.

But I've known he was here.

- I have put the hamper
of fish in the taxi.

- Oh thank you Mr. McKay.

- I would keep it in
the carriage with you.

I have known salmon be taken
from the guards bin before now.

- Is that a fact?

- These poachers get everywhere.

- They do indeed.

[laughs]

- Ruby, have you
got your gloves?

- Oh no, I left them in me room.

- Oh well go and fetch
them, and hurry up!

[steps clattering]

- Goodbye Mr. Hudson.

If you come up here again,
give me plenty of notice

and I will make sure
that your gentleman

has some fine sport.

- Thank you Mr. McKay, but
I doubt if we'll be back.

[engine rumbling]

[horn honking]

[door knocks]

-[Daisy] Mr. Hudson,
are you coming in?

Your tea's getting cold.

- Yes, I'm just coming Daisy.

- It's a funny feeling being
back here again, innit?

Seems all different somehow.

- Oh, tis different Daisy.

- Well, it's better in London.

There's no ghosts
in Eaton place.

- Oh, hello, you all here then?

- When did you get back?

- Oh, about half an hour ago.

Been putting the car away.

- I trust you had an
uneventful journey Edward?

- Oh yes thanks, Mr. Hudson.

An interesting one.

His Lordship decided to
stop for lunch in Doncaster

and we saw a coal mine
in the distance.

You'd a liked that Ruby,
it'd remind you of home.

- Yes, well, we're
all home again now.

So you can go upstairs Ruby
and change your clothes

and then when you come
down we'll start to get

supper for them upstairs.

- Yes Mrs. Bridges.

- Have you had any tea Edward?

- Oh yes thanks Mr. Hudson,
I had mine on the way down.

- Then take Daisy over to
the flat and get yourselves

unpacked there's work to do.

- Yes Mr. Hudson,
back to the grind.

Any idea where the Major
is Mr. Hudson?

- The Major?

No, why?

- Well, he's not in the
house and there's no luggage

in his room.

- Oh, he wouldn't have
wished to return

to an empty house Edward.

He'll be staying at
his club no doubt,

pending the family's return.

- I see.

- Well, I must say Mr.
Hudson, that was very nice

for us all to have a
change in Scotland

and I don't mean no
disrespect to the country

of you origins, it is
nice to be home again.

- Aye, it is.

- Mind you, when we first
got to Conlocky,

I thought it was gonna
be dreadful.

What with that terrible stove
and no proper electric lights

and the rain and the Major
being in a bad temper

about the fishing, and
those funny McKay people.

- Aye, the highlands take
a wee time to get used to

and the highlanders
themselves. [laughs]

You need to be a Scot
to know a Scot.

After a while,

I came to know a wee
thing about Roderick McKay

and his ways and that
made all the difference.

Still, as you say, it's good
to be home at Eaton Place.

Here at least we know
where we are, aye Kate?

- We do Angus.

- Yes?

I see, thank you.

- Well that's very odd.

He hasn't been to his club.

- Where could he be?

- Staying with friends
I supposed,

but I think he might
have let us know.

- I wish he'd hurry
up and come home.

I want to give him this.

- What is it?

- An eagle's feather.

I want to give it to
him as a memento of...

As a memento.

- Of our holiday?

Well I enjoyed it very much,

but I think next time
I'm gonna rent a house.

See that it's properly equipped.

- Telegram for you my Lord.

- Good, it'll be from
your Ladyship

giving a time of arrival.

Is the boy waiting?

- Yes my Lord.

- But she can't be
in England already.

It's from James, from Liverpool.

Decided to visit Elizabeth.

Sail for New York this morning,
love to Georgina, James.

What an extraordinary thing.

Why on Earth should he
suddenly decide to do that?

[light orchestral music]