Upstairs, Downstairs (1971–1975): Season 5, Episode 12 - Will Ye No Come Back Again - full transcript

The Bellamy household packs up and goes to Scotland when Lord Bellamy is loaned a cottage for a ten day holiday. Virginia, Alice and Rose are in Paris but everyone else, including a reluctant Georgina, goes along. Their reception is anything but warm when Hudson, Edward, Daisy, Ruby and Mrs. Bridges arrive to find that no preparations have been made for them. The ghillie, Roderick McKay and his wife aren't very friendly either. McKay suggests they return to London without delay. When that doesn't work he seems to go out of his way to make their stay unpleasant. As Hudson eventually learns, the ghillie has a secret. Georgina meanwhile dislikes the place from the moment they arrive and is bored. When James reveals his burning love for her, she tells him there can be no future for them and he returns to London.

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A lovely postcard from
Virginia from Gay Paree.

JAMES: Ooh.
- She's having great fun.

Um..."Took Alice to
Paquin collection yesterday

for her coming out ball dress."

Paquin, ooh,
that sounds expensive.

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 boat, but rec-



I can't read that,
"rec" something.

JAMES: "Recovered when
we reached Calais."

"Recovered when we
reached Calais.

Enjoy Scotland.

Love to all, Virginia."

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

Very impressive.

RICHARD: Poor Rose.

Mother always said
that servants,

like a good wine,
seldom travel well.

Perhaps they'll all be sick
on The Flying Scotsman.

RICHARD: God forbid.
- well, I shall be sick

in the car if
Edward drives too fast.

JAMES: Well,
think of that lovely



salmon fishing
when we get there.

- I can't fish.
- Oh, then I'll teach you.

Then you'll enjoy it.

- It'll rain all the time.
- Ah, so much the better.

I'd much rather go to
Deauville with Dolly.

[ Chuckles ]

Sounds like one of those
musical comedies,

"Deauville with Dolly."

You don't have to come,
Georgina.

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

Carnochie is
a wonderful place.

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

And do you good,
you look pale.

JAMES: Yeah,
no telephones ringing,

no traffic or anything,
a chance to fish

and stalk
and climb the rocks.

GEORGINA: Or hire
a bicycle and ride

into lnverness
to the cinema.

70 miles over a rough road.

Oh, is it?

RICHARD: Take
a good book to read.

GEORGINA: Can I take
my gramophone?

Anything to make you happy,
my dear.

Well, you can't
stay here, anyway.

We're shutting up
the house.

All right,
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.

EDWARD: Well, yes,
Mr. Hudson, straight up

the Great North Road
to Edinburgh.

DAISY: Turn left
for lnverness.

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

Since you are breaking
the journey at Alnwick Castle

tomorrow night, Edward,
you may convey

my personal regards to
Mr. Harrison,

the Duke of Northumberlands
butler.

- Yes, Mr. Hudson.
- The remainder

of the staff, Ruby, will remain
behind to close up the house

and travel up by
the night train to lnverness.

MRS. BRIDGES: I don't like this
idea of sleeping on a train.

Never have, ever since

the Tay Bridge disaster
when I was a girl.

HUDSON: Oh,
I think you'll find it

quite safe nowadays,
Mrs. Bridges.

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

Mr. Hudson,
you being Scotch.

Scots, if you please, Daisy.

Indeed it will.

I shall be returning to
the land of my forefathers.

I've seen pictures of
the Highlands on biscuit tins.

It's all purple heather
and people playing bagpipes.

And men wearing kilts
and showing their knees.

Aye, the Highlands of
Scotland are glorious indeed.

And you can all count yourselves
privileged to be visiting

such a paradise on Earth.

Yes.

[Car horn honks]

[Clank]

[ Horn honks ]

[ Horn honks ]

[ Horn honks ]

[Clattering]

[Sheep bleating]

MAN: No!

[Car horn honks]

MAN: Go!

[Sheep bleating]

[ Horn honks ]

[Clank]

[Dogs barking]

[ Knocks ]

[Barking continues]

[ Knocking ]

Hello!

Is there
anyone there?

Oh, good day, Mrs, uh...

You are expecting us, I think,
Lord Bellamy's party.

Lord Berkhamsted
has lent this lodge

to Lord Bellamy
for ten days.

WOMAN: The landlord's
letter arrived

by the mail boat
this morning.

McKay and myself had
no warning of you.

HUDSON: Oh.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well,
I hope they don't expect me

to cook their dinner
on that thing.

HUDSON: Oh, this is
Mrs. Bridges, our cook.

It's Mrs. McKay, I believe?

Well, I'll leave you ladies
to the kitchen arrangements.

Excuse me.

[Clank]

[ Coughs ]

DAISY: Mr. Hudson,
the luggage mate's come,

and the man wants to know which
rooms to put the trunks in.

HUDSON: Very well, Daisy,
I'll see to it.

DAISY: Ooh, it's
damp in here, innit?

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

HUDSON: There should be,
Daisy.

Unfortunately,
the wood box is empty.

- Oh.
- It would appear that

due notice was not received
of our arrival by

the gillie and his good wife
until this morning --

-[ woman screams]
- HUDSON: Oh, my g--

RUBY: Oh...
- what's happened, Ruby?

HUDSON: What's
the matter, girl?

RUBY: There's a dead bird
in larder!

HUDSON: Oh, well,
it won't bite you, Ruby.

Oh, it's just a wee grouse!

[ Coughs ]

Last year's,
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.

[Click]

[ Clicking ]

Is the electricity not
connected, Mrs. McKay?

But the generator's broken.

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

RICHARD: Hudson thought
we'd be warmer

RICHARD: Hudson thought
we'd be warmer

dining down here
in front of the fire.

HUDSON: The dining room is on
the first floor, my lord,

and somewhat chilly, I fear.

JAMES: Well,
it's none too warm in here.

What's the matter
with the fire, Hudson?

HUDSON: There were no
dry logs to be found, sir,

and turf takes
a wee while to burn up.

RICHARD: Turf?
- Peat, my lord.

RICHARD: Good heavens.

What's this, Hudson?

I fear we omitted to bring up
any sherry from London, my lord.

I would have borrowed a bottle
and replaced it later.

However, Mrs. McKay
seems unable to supply

the key of the wine cellar.

RICHARD: Quite right,
we can't use theirs.

Oh, well, I suppose a glass
of whiskey before dinner

will do for Scotland --
Georgina.

GEORGINA: I hate whiskey.

JAMES: 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?

HUDSON: I'm informed there's

a steamer from Oban
to Stornoway, my lord.

It calls here once a week.

- Once a week?
- To bring the mail

and collect goods
and an occasional 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.

HUDSON: 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.

RICHARD: 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 ]

Well, I hope I never
have to serve up

another dinner
like that.

I was ashamed to see it
go out of the kitchen.

If you can call
this place a kitchen.

HUDSON: Oh, never mind,
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.

[ Thud ]
EDWARD: Listen.

Can you hear something?

[Wind blowing]

HUDSON: That's only
the wind, Edward.

EDWARD: No,there's someone
up there, I'm sure of it.

- Oh, Mr. Hudson.
- DAISY: Shh.

There is
someone there.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

You will be Lord Bellamy's
household, no doubt.

HUDSON: That is correct.

And who might you be?

McKAY: I am Roderick McKay, head
gillie to Lord Berkhamsted.

HUDSON: Oh,
good evening to you.

McKAY: We were not informed
of your visit in time.

Nothing is ready.

You will be wise to pack
your trunks

and return to London.

HUDSON: 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.

MRS. BRIDGES: Ruby,
it's your bedtime.

RUBY: Oh, no, I couldn't go yet,
Mrs. Bridges, not by meself.

This house gives me
the creeps!

MRS. BRIDGES:
Oh, nonsense, girl.

No, no, the wee lass
is right.

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

HUDSON: Has it indeed?

McKAY: The first
Laird of Carnochie fought

at the Battle of Culloden.

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

HUDSON: 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 Cumberlands men.

They hid him in an attic,
but he died here of his wounds.

And 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 heather.

But to this very day,
no one knows where.

EDWARD: OOH!

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.

[Wind blowing]

GEORGINA: Two no-trumps.

RICHARD: No bid.

JAMES: No bid.
RICHARD: You play from nothing.

GEORGINA: Bother, James,
why couldn't you call?

JAMES: No, no,
wait a minute.

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

RICHARD: Oh, yes.

JAMES: Yes, I'll --

I think I'll
go with that.

Spade led.

I know, I haven't got one.

RICHARD: 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.

JAMES: Come on, Georgina,
cheer up.

GEORGINA: I don't
want to cheer up.

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

JAMES: Never mind,
tomorrow we go down the river

and try for a salmon.

That'll put the roses
back in your cheeks.

[Wheels scraping gravel]

Wretched weather.

RICHARD: Oh,
it'll clear up soon.

What do you say, Hudson?

HUDSON: Oh, I hope so,
my lord.

GEORGINA: I thought
there was supposed to be

a marvellous view of
the Island of Skye.

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

Well, I'm going to the library
to write some letters.

GEORGINA: Does it ever stop
raining in Scotland, Hudson?

HUDSON: On occasions, miss.

GEORGINA: What are
you doing, James?

JAMES: Tying a fly.

If you make one yourself,
it's a good one.

That's right,
isn't it, Hudson?

That one's a pretty colour,
isn't it?

GEORGIN: Mm.

Much too pretty to waste
on a silly old fish.

Yes, well,
that one's shop made.

You wait 'til 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
turns of oval silver tag,

and I've already tied
in the silver ribbing.

GEORGINA: Sounds more
like dressmaking.

And now I'm going to tie in
the golden pheasant tail.

There.

All right, Hudson?

HUDSON: Oh, very good, sir.

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

His father was the best gillie
in Argyllshire.

And Hudson takes
after him.

HUDSON: Oh, I'd not
say that, sir.

But you were always
a very apt pupil.

JAMES: Right, now,
I've used a heavy hook.

What do you think,
Hudson?

HUDSON: Oh, fine, sir, fine.

I would say there'd be

a fair spate of water
after this rain,

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

JAMES: And don't smooth
out the feathers --

BOTH: Leave them untidy.

GEORGINA: What an extraordinary
collection of books.

"Clearances in
the Scottish Highlands."

What do you suppose
that's about?

JAMES: No idea.

Why don't you read it and see?

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

GEORGINA: I agree.

[Rumbling]

What's that?
It sounds like thunder.

MRS. BRIDGES: Sounds more
like gunfire to me.

It's that old battle
still going on,

Cludno - whatever it's called,
where the old laird was wounded.

RUBY: Don't say that, Daisy.

MRS. McKAY: Did you not
pump up the water?

EDWARD: Hmm?

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.

HUDSON: The head gillie
is here, sir.

His lordship thought you
would like to see him.

JAMES: Ah, good, good,
come in -- McKay, isn't it?

- It is.
- Yes, well,

the weather seems to be
clearing up a bit.

Well, 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.

MoKAY: You will be
wasting your time.

JAMES: What?
- Did not Lord Berkhamsted

warn you that ours
is a late river?

JAMES: NO, he didn't.

Lord Berkhamsted
told my father

there'd be plenty of fish.

McKAY: 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.

JAMES: That's absurd!

MoKAY: There will be no fish
in the river now.

JAMES: Damn it! Come all the way
up from London specially 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?

McKAY: There are some good walks
and some fine scenery.

I came here for the fishing!

McKAY: That's as may be,
but I can only repeat

there will be
no sport hereabouts.

And that is a fact,
no matter how fine

the weather is at
this time of the year.

JAMES: Well, I'm damned.

I mean, why weren't
we told, eh?

Father's been had
for a mug.

Now the sun's coming out,

just when the day
is nearly over.

Why don't you go for a good walk
and enjoy the fine scenery?

JAMES: Oh -- Oh,
come on, stop reading.

We'll both go
and take some air.

No, it'll do you good.

We'll walk up in
the deer forest

and you can pick
some heather or something.

GEORGINA: But, James,
I don't want to walk.

JAMES: Rubbish,
it'll do you good,

put the roses
in your cheeks.

You're far too pale.

Come on, off we go.

GEORGINA: Rotten --

HUDSON: What you
got there, Daisy?

DAISY: It's a tablecloth from
the cupboard, Mr. Hudson.

It's one of those clean enough,
but it's all moth-eaten, look.

HUDSON: Well, then,
it must not be used.

DAISY: But I've got to lay
for tea in the dining room.

HUDSON: Tea can be served on
a tray in the sitting room

as soon as the Major
and Miss Georgina

get back from their walk.

DAISY: Oh, I see.

You going out?

HUDSON: I am, Daisy,
for a wee daunder.

It's cleared up nicely.

DAISY: Where's Mrs. Bridges?

RUBY: She's gone up
for a nap.

I've got to call her
with a cup of tea at 4:00.

- I don't know.
- what?

Fat lot you and I
are going to see of

the Highlands of Scotland
at this rate.

We might just as well have
stopped in London.

RUBY: Well, I don't mind.

I don't like it here,
do you?

DAISY: I might if I got a chance
to stick me nose out the door!

[ Dog barking ]

JAMES: I could do with
a big tea now, couldn't you?

GEORGINA: Oh, don't
change the subject, James!

You can't deny
we 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.

JAMES: Ah, your book's
prejudiced.

I bet it was written
by a Scot.

They're always going on
about the English,

the bloody people.

They're gloomy,
dour, and rude.

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

Well, 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 cairn
was polite enough,

and her children
were very sweet.

I think the Highland people
are quite charming.

They're simple,
romantic, and honest.

JAMES: Ah, here's Hudson
with our tea, right on time.

Shall I serve it now, miss,
and not wait for his lordship?

- why, where is he?
- Up in his room,

sir, having a wee lie down.

Oh, just leave it
there then.

Very good, sir.

- I say, Hudson?
- HUDSON: Sir?

What do you make
of that gillie?

McKay, sir?

Yes, he seemed gloomy
about the fishing prospects.

I wondered 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 bred in these parts,
I believe.

I would not seek to question his
knowledge of the local river.

No, no,
I suppose not.

Sir.

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

Oh, yes, I feel very...
different here.

It's so quiet
and dreamy and beautiful.

And the air is
so fresh and cool.

The sort of place where
people fall in love.

Oh, yes, definitely.

All of a sudden, they realize
how much in love they are,

how they've not had time
to think about things.

Yes.

I could easily fall
in love in the Highlands.

RICHARD: Well, look at you two,

suffocating indoors over a fire
on an evening like this.

GEORGINA: Uncle Richard,
we've been for a long walk.

JAMES: While you've been
snoring upstairs in your room.

Do you want some tea
to wake you up?

RICHARD: Yes, please,
I'd love a cup.

GEORGINA: Did you have
a nice nap?

RICHARD: Oh, yes,
most refreshing.

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

I slept like a child.

There -- you need a good rest,
Uncle Richard.

This is certainly
the place for it.

No politics, no speeches.

RICHARD: Yes -- this place is so
relaxing, I wonder if anything

ever gets done in this
part of the world.

But of course the answer is that
nothing ever does get done.

Nobody shouts or plots
or schemes or argues.

They just get on with their
honest, simple lives.

Mm, that's right.

We Londoners could learn
a lot from these people --

how not to hurry,

how to enjoy life
while you can.

HUDSON: Away and draw
Major Bellamy's bath, Edward,

HUDSON: Away and draw
Major Bellamy's bath, Edward,

and then you can pump
the water up.

EDWARD: Yes, Mr. Hudson.
- HUDSON: Miss Georgina

will have her bath
before she goes to bed.

RUBY: Mr. Hudson,
do you think that water tank

could have started
rumbling during fnight?

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 my bed,
and I was scared.

MRS. BRIDGES: Oh,
you'd hear anything.

EDWARD: Huh, probably
the wounded laird

on his handcart, Ruby,
coming to drag you

down into his
unknown grave.

I don't care,
I did hear it,

and it sounded just like
cartwheels outside me window.

I heard it.

I'm not fibbing,
I did hear it!

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

MRS. BRIDGES: Certainly not.

I never heard
of such a thing.

[Wheels scraping gravel]

[ Screams ]

Mrs. Bridges!

Help, come quickly!

The ghost again, help!

[ Sobbing ]

MRS. BRIDGES: Ruby!

What's the matter?

RUBY: The ghost!
-ls there someone in your room?

Pull yourself together,
girl, control yourself!

RUBY: It's outside my window,
the dying laird!

HUDSON: The what?

[Wind blowing]

HUDSON: All right,
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,

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

RUBY: Can you pass
the sugar please, Daisy?

EDWARD: Oh, come on,
Ruby, cheer up.

The Laird of Conarchie
won't do you no harm.

Ghosts only go for
young girls they fancy.

HUDSON: Edward,
hold your tongue.

EDWARD: Sorry I spoke.

HUDSON: And 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.

EDWARD: No, Mr. Hudson.

MRS. BRIDGES: Now, Ruby,
early to bed for you tonight.

You look washed out.

RUBY: Yes, Mrs. Bridges.

EDWARD: And stuff
cotton wool in your ears

so you don't hear any more
ghostly noises, eh?

[Engine humming]

GEORGINA: Oh, what's that?
A letter!

RICHARD: Believe it or not.
- what a miracle.

JAMES: I didn't know we'd left
forwarding instructions.

RICHARD: Oh, we didn't.

I wrote to Jockben Kail
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 Gairloch.

I thought we'd
drive ourselves over.

It's only 40 miles.

I'd rather like
to see the house.

He's got some
fine things in it.

- Do we have to?
- Not if you'd rather stay here.

I thought it would be
rather dull for you.

Oh, no, on the contrary,
I'm loving it now.

I'm rapidly becoming
a Highlander, aren't I, James?

- About time.
RICHARD: How about you, James?

You feel like driving over
with me for a couple of nights?

Not really, thank you,
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.

MRS. BRIDGES: I can't tell
if I'm frying kippers

or old boots in this light.

I can't see a blessed thing.

I only hope they're fresh,
that's all.

Straight off the steamer
from Oban, Mrs. Bridges.

Fresher than you'll ever
get them in London.

DAISY: Miss Georgina
said she'd like two

for her breakfast in
the morning, and some porridge.

MRS. BRIDGES: I've never
known Miss Georgina

with such an appetite.

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

for her and the Major.

She hasn't asked
for that for years.

DAISY: I think she's quite
enjoying herself now.

After all,
it's not bad, is it,

now we've got
the hang of things.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well,
it's all right 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.

EDWARD: Well, if only I could
find that blinking generator,

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

HUDSON: I think
I've got an idea.

Edward, take that lamp there
and come with me.

EDWARD: Locked, is it?

HUDSON: Aye.

I think the generator
engine might be in here.

We'll try this key.

I found it when I was looking
for the key to the wine cellar.

No, I-- I don't think --

[Click]

There.

EDWARD: That's a funny
sort of generator room.

Looks more like a mortuary.

HUDSON: It's a salmon house,
Edward,

for preparing
and packing the fish.

EDWARD: Cor, so I can smell!

Cor, that's fishy,
isn't it?

HUDSON: "Fishy" is
the right word, Edward,

and that's a fact.

JAMES: Oh, a horrid
great snake!

Why do I have to
go down there?

GEORGINA: Because you've
been stealing apples.

JAMES: Oh, so have you.
Right, then.

GEORGINA: Mm.

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

so I go up this
lovely ladder there.

JAMES: Ah, but so do I,
look, double six.

- Oh.
- Oh, damn it all.

GEORGINA: Right up from
the top to the bottom.

JAMES: Oh, you heartless
little beast.

I hope the same thing
happens to you.

GEORGINA: 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.

[Wind blowing]

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 were
trying to make me win.

Oh, Georgina.

Darling --

What?

Is it really
too late for us?

I mean, we --
we neither of us have

anyone special in view,
do we, so --

Oh, James, don't, please.

You'll spoil everything.

Do you love me?
I know you do.

Yes, I love you, darling, but --

[River running]

The Laird of Carnochie indeed!

Come home to die of his wounds,
on a slab reserved

for your employer's 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.

HUDSON: 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 lnvermore in
Argyllshire for 30 years,

and my knowledge told me

the river here
was not a late river.

It is a late 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 quayside.

Aye, you are an observant man,
I will give you that.

And where might you be selling
Lord Berkhamsteds fish?

In Oban, I suppose.

McKAY: 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 church?

It is no business
of the minister's.

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 in the river here,

I shall expect him
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?

[McKay sighs]

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.

[ Puts bottle and glasses down ]

[Pulls cork]

[Cork hits floor]

JAMES: What do you
think of that, father?

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.

JAMES: 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.

JAMES: Thank you, Hudson.

McKAY: I was wondering
if the young lady

and yourself
would care to climb up

Sheila's Tor
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.

GEORGINA:
Oh, I'd love to.

Can I take my camera
and photograph them?

McKAY: 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.

GEORGINA: We don't
mind that, do we, James?

JAMES: No, no, certainly not,
early as you like.

Daisy, breakfast at 7:00,
and tell Hudson

to put out
my climbing boots.

Very good, sir.

[Generator humming]

Oh, the lights!

The electric lights at last!

Oh, 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."

MRS. McKAY: Might be
a wee bit less.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well,
if I can make shortcake

as good as yours when
I get back to England,

Mrs. McKay, I shall have
learnt something in Scotland.

I'll give you a hand with
that 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.

JAMES: Oh, my goodness,
you look stunning.

JAMES: Oh, my goodness,
you look stunning.

Have I seen
that dress before?

GEORGINA: No, It's new.

JAMES: You'll be warm enough?

GEORGINA: Oh, I'm very hardy
after a week in the Highlands.

JAMES: 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 draughty up there

Where the old eagle nests.

Well, back to
London next week.

Start making plans.

Shall we tell
father tonight?

Plans?

Our plans.

Georgina,
what's the matter?

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

Didn't mean what?

You said you loved me.

GEORGINA: 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 it might --

I should have been
more honest, James.

I think perhaps it's
the feeling of this place,

being alone 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.

But that's all
in the past, darling.

Don't take this away
from me, Georgina.

I haven't anything else.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

I say, Hudson's just
been telling me

the 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 Skye.

And there's
a glass case in there

containing
a lock of his hair.

And 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.

[Richard chuckles]

[ Footsteps approaching ]

GEORGINA: Good morning,
Hudson.

Is the Major down yet?

HUDSON: He's gone out,
Miss Georgina.

- Gone out?
- Edward went to call him

at 7:00 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.

[ Footsteps approaching ]

RICHARD: Good morning.
- HUDSON: Good morning.

RICHARD: Thought I'd better
come and see you safely off.

Sorry James won't be with you,
he's gone to London.

GEORGINA: 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
a pity to miss it.

How did he go?

He hoped to get a lift
in the fishing boat

to Oban and catch
a train from there.

HUDSON: 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.

DAISY: 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 up 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.

HUDSON: You will send on
any letters, Mrs. McKay?

- MRS. MoKAY: I will.
- Thank you.

MRS. BRIDGES: Ruby,
you forgot to wash up them cups.

MRS. McKAY: I'll do them
after you've gone.

I've 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.

McKAY: I have put the hamper
of fish in the taxi.

HUDSON: Oh, thank you,
Mr. McKay.

I would keep it in
the carriage with you.

I have known salmon be taken
from the guards van 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 my room.

Oh, well, go and fetch them,
and hurry up.

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.

[Car horn honks]

[ Horn honks ]

[ Horn honks ]

[ Knocking ]

DAISY: Mr. Hudson,
are you coming in?

Your tea's getting cold.

Yes, I'm just coming, Daisy.

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

Seems all different somehow.

MRS. BRIDGES: Well,
'tis different, Daisy.

RUBY: Well,
it's better in London.

There's no ghosts
in Eaton Place.

EDWARD: Oh, hello,
you all here, then?

DAISY: When did you get back?

About half an hour ago.

I've been putting
the car away.

I trust you had
an uneventful journey?

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 have 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.

RUBY: 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.

EDWARD: Yes, Mr. Hudson.

Come on, love,
back to the grind.

Any idea where the Major is,
Mr. Hudson?

HUDSON: The Major? No, why?

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.

MRS. BRIDGES: 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 your origins,

it is nice to be home again.

HUDSON: Aye, it is.

Mind you, when we first
got to Carnochie,

I thought it was
going to be dreadful,

what with that terrible stove
and no proper electric light

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 in Eaton Place.

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

We do, Angus.

RICHARD: Yes?

I see.

Thank you.

Well, that's very odd.
He hasn't been to his club.

GEORGINA: Well,
Where can he be?

Staying with friends,
I suppose,

but I think he might have
let us know.

GEORGINA: Oh,
I wish he'd hurry up

and come home,
I want to give him this.

And what is it?

An eagle's feather.

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

as a memento.

RICHARD: Of our holiday, eh?

Well, I enjoyed it
very much.

But I think next time
I'm going to rent a house,

see that it's
properly equipped.

A telegram for you,
my lord.

RICHARD: Oh good,
it'll be from

her ladyship
giving a time of arrival.

Is the boy waiting?

HUDSON: Yes, my lord.

But 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."

Well, what
an extraordinary thing.

Why on Earth should he
suddenly decide to do that?

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