All language subtitles for Hart to Hart s05e09 Highland Fling.eng

This is my boss,

Jonathan hart,
a self-made millionaire.

He's quite a guy.

This is Mrs. H. She's gorgeous.

She's one lady
who knows how to take care of herself.

By the way, my name is Max.

I take care of both of them,

which ain't easy
'cause when they met,

it was murder.

[♪♪]

[Barks]

[Gavin] We maclaishes
are one of the oldest Scottish clans,

with members scattered
throughout the world.

We embrace nearly
100 sub-clans or septs:

The macfarrens, the caldwoods,

the murdocks,
and names like that.

[Jennifer] Ah.

Well, sir Gavin, I'm interested

in writing
an article about the entire clan system.

All the history, the traditions,

how it's managed
to exist all this time

across national boundaries.

Right through here.

Oh, thank you.

I'll be glad to
give you an interview, young woman,

but I'm a wee bit tired.

That's the
trouble with being the chieftain of a clan

in this modern age.

Oh, fine. You
spend half your life fighting the jet lag.

I understand.

Sir Gavin came
over a few days early

so he could rest up before the games
as my guest.

This is beautiful.

Thank you.

Now, forgive me, Mrs. Hart,

but we have
some important business to discuss.

Of course.

Perhaps we can arrange
for an appointment?

Why don't
you call me in the morning? I'll set it up.

Wonderful. Thank you.

I'll look forward to seeing
you again. Sir Gavin.

Bye-bye.

[Gavin] Ah!

You've done
a grand job here, Ramsey maclaish.

A wee bit of Scotland
in Malibu, California.

It's an honor to
have you in my home.

Right this way, sir Gavin.

You said in your cable
you had a problem.

Our relationship is
a distant one, little Ramsey maclaish,

genealogically
and geographically,

but you are my logical heir.

Well, I'm glad you came to me.

Hell, blood is
thicker than water.

Aye, it is. It is.

You said
something about a valuable discovery.

An elderly uncle died,

and I found
this old parchment among his papers.

[Gavin] It
proves beyond a shadow of a doubt

that a certain relic,
a Scottish national treasure,

is buried on my estate,

beneath the foundations
of glengowry castle.

King Duncan's claymore.

The royal ceremonial sword.

Forged in gold and
studded with gems.

It must be
worth several million.

But I don't see your problem.

All you've
got to do is dig it up.

Problem is,

glengowry castle no
longer belongs to me.

Regrettably, for some years,

I have been unable
to pay my taxes.

Her majesty's government
is about to foreclose,

turn me out!

Ah, I see.

You want me to pay your taxes.

How do you plan to pay me back?

By putting the sword
on display in the castle

for the tourists.

[Gavin] Mind you,
it may take a few years.

[Ramsey]
Has anyone else seen this document?

Not another living soul.

I flew straight
here from Edinburgh.

Sir Gavin,

let's take a drink.

To the sword.

To the sword of Duncan.

I'm sure you know your Macbeth.

"There's danger in men's smiles,

"the near in blood,

"the nearer bloody."

Colonel.

Ah.

Let's get him
up to the guest room.

Old chieftains should die in comfort
in their beds.

That's got it, Mrs. H.

Oh, Max, I don't know.

You think
it's a little too loud?

No, but it ain't exactly
whispering either.

It looked a lot different
in the pattern book.

No, you did
fine. It looks great.

[Barks]

Hello, freeway.

How are you, boy?
Come on. Come on. [Barks]

Hi, Mr. H. Hi, Max.

Hi, darling. Hello.

How was your day?

I don't really know yet.

Oh, when will you know?

I will know in about two minutes

when the business news goes on.

We put some stock
on the market today.

Maybe we
make a killing, and maybe we didn't.

Would you
like something to drink? No, thank you.

Do you notice
anything different?

Different? Uh, turn around.

You got your hair cut.

My hair?

No.

New lipstick?

No.

New, uh,
sweater outfit, the slacks?

Mmm-mmm.

I noticed them the
moment I walked in.

You did? I like it.

You do? Uh-huh.

Oh, great!

Try to resolve the state budget.

On the local front,
Scottish clan chieftain sir Gavin maclaish

died last night at the
home of a friend in Malibu,

reportedly of a stroke.

Sir Gavin was in California to preside
over

next weekend's highland games

organized by the californian Scottish
society.

He was 73.

Sir Gavin's body will
be flown home to Scotland for burial.

Coming up next, we'll
take a look at today's business news...

[Gasps]

I just saw him yesterday.

He was fine.

Just a
little tired, but... fine.

Well, wasn't he...

Quite an old man?

[Clicks tongue]

I guess so.

Boy, he was so sweet.

I'll call the society.

I suppose they're having a funeral for
him.

I'd like to
go, if you don't mind.

Oh, no.

I'm real sorry, darling.

[Bagpipes playing]

[Bagpipes stop]

[Ramsey] Well, there he goes,

taking the
high road to Scotland,

back to the hills
of his beginnings.

Did he suffer much pain?

No, I don't think so.

He didn't come down to dinner,

so when I went to the bed,

I stopped by his room.

He was in a coma,
scarcely breathing.

I called Dr. Baird, but
it was no use.

By the time that he got there,

sir Gavin was gone.

Oh, excuse me.

This is my husband,
Jonathan hart.

Ramsey maclaish,

and, uh... How do you do?

Jeannie marnach,

secretary
to the Scottish society.

And chairperson
to the clan council.

Oh. For my sins.

Oh, and this is Alec seton,

our champion weight thrower.

Pleasure. Mrs. Hart. Mr. Hart.

How do you do? How do you do?

Jennifer, I do hope

you go ahead with
the article about us.

I'm just sure

that's what sir
Gavin would've wanted.

Well, if that's what
you think, I'd be delighted.

[Jennifer] When can we talk? [Jeannie]
Well, you'll have to bear with me.

The games are less
than a week away,

and now I do have
to call a special meeting.

Special meeting? What for?

To decide who's gonna
succeed sir Gavin

as maclaish of maclaish.

And take
over the glengowry estates in Scotland.

Decide? It's a formality.

I'm his only relative.

[Jeannie] You know
the tradition very well.

Succession isn't only
determined by bloodline.

I mean, the council
does has to approve.

Jeannie, half
the council lives in Scotland!

[Jeannie] I've
already cabled them.

Either they'll fly over here,

or they'll give
me their proxies.

You're really
gonna put it to a vote?

Old-time clan democracy!

My! My!

[Ramsey] Ah, suit yourself!

Just make sure you elect someone

who'll support
all your activities

the way I have.

[Engine starts]

Well, he certainly is confident.

He's rich.

Having money
doesn't make a chieftain.

We need a person
of unimpeachable honor.

He's just unfit!

Among other
things, Ramsey's chemical company

was fined for
secretly dumping toxic waste materials.

Not exactly what you
would call public-spirited.

The problem is that
he was born in Scotland

and he does have
the hereditary claim,

and that still
carries a lot of weight with the council.

Why don't you run against him?

Well, you
know, if I don't find a stronger candidate,

I might have to do that.

She'd get my vote.

They say...

That that is Bonnie
prince Charles'

favorite liqueur.

Oh? Hmm. Cheers.

Cheers.

Oh!

If he'd have given
this to his generals,

he would've beat
the English for sure.

Sorry to disturb you,

but you got a visitor.

Isn't it a little late?

She says it's urgent.

She's on her
way up from the gate.

She?

Oh, hello, Max.

Forgive me for just
bursting in like this,

but I have been on the phone

to Edinburgh all day, and...

Jennifer, you're not
gonna believe this.

You're a member of our clan!

Me?

How?

Your great-aunt morag.

She was a caldwood.

And the caldwoods
of auchtenferry are a sept

of the great clan maclaish.

Now, now, just
according to my sources,

she was married to Cullen maclaish
of drumgarbie,

the third son of Hamish
maclaish of maclaish,

the laird of invercrankie.

And that puts
you in direct line.

Direct line?

What does all this mean?

It means that
Mr. Ramsey t. Maclaish

is going to have a serious rival for the
chieftainship.

A person of equally
strong hereditary claim.

You, my dear.

[Gavel pounding]

This meeting will come to order.

Sir Gavin maclaish of maclaish,

the 293rd chieftain,

died, leaving
no direct descendants.

[Crowd grumbles]

Excuse me.

[Gavel pounding]

Two nominations have been received
by the council.

The successor will, of course,

inherit glengowry
castle in Scotland,

along with its highland
estate, grousmore,

salmon fishery,
and family distillery.

Sounds like a dandy place for
a weekend hideaway. [Chuckles]

[Jeannie] As is our custom,

a celebration
highland ball will be held

at the evening after the games

at the home of
the new chieftain.

I'll look forward
to having you all there as my guests.

[Crowd murmuring]

I, now, call on pipe
major Donald crammond

to announce the results
of the council ballot.

The count, including
the proxy votes,

is as follows.

Mr. Ramsey t. Maclaish

of Los Angeles
county, California,

17.

[Crowd murmurs]

Mrs. Jennifer hart,
also of Los Angeles...

17.

[Crowd murmurs]

[Gavel pounding]

We have a tie vote.

So, in accordance
with tradition,

the choice will
be made by the clan members themselves

at the highland ball.

And I guess our only problem

is to decide where
it's going to be held.

I will still be happy
to host the ball.

I have every confidence
in the membership.

[Crowd murmurs]

How does Jennifer
hart feel about that?

Perhaps we should toss a coin.

Would the two
candidates please join us for the toss?

Pipe major.

Prince Charles' crown.

I'll let the lady call.

Heads.

Heads it is.

[Crowd applauds]

[Jeannie] The ball will be held
at the home of Mr. and Mrs. Hart,

and that concludes the meeting.

[Gavel pounds]

Congratulations, Mrs. Hart.

I hope you know what
you're getting into.

Well, actually,
Mr. Maclaish, I don't.

[Ramsey] They
didn't tell you? No.

Glengowry castle
is a moldy, old ruin.

The distillery's closed,

the whole place is
encumbered with taxes.

In fact, the
British government is about to foreclose.

Well, if Jennifer does
become chieftain,

it will be my pleasure
to pay the taxes

and be sure that
the place is restored.

Very generous campaign
contribution, Mr. Hart.

I'm sure you'd do the same.

Naturally.

Well, may the best...

Person win.

We've got to give a
party. Mmm-hmm.

[Typewriter clacking]

Being married to a
chieftain could be a lot of fun.

Oh, I don't know.

I think this whole thing's
gone a little too far.

Oh,
personal involvement ought to produce

a better story, don't you think?

It's complicating everything.

What do you
think the people in Scotland think about

a third-generation American becoming
their chieftain?

I never even heard
of aunt morag.

Hart industries has a representative
in Edinburgh.

Why don't you call him and have him
check it out?

What's his name? Abe Solomon.

His clan's
even older than yours.

[Laughs]

A formidable
rival, Mr. Maclaish.

A Bonnie lass
with a rich husband.

They told me
she's hosting the ball.

All I need is one more vote.

Perhaps a little lobbying,

some friendly persuasion.

Maybe one
of the council would change his mind.

And Alec seton
looks like the best bet.

He's not too bright.

Works for a fast food franchise.

He'll be at
the stadium, training.

I'm glad I brought you
over here, colonel.

The old country had nothing to offer
a retired officer

with gentlemanly tastes.

This is still the
land of opportunity.

I can always find work
for a man of your talent.

[Bagpipes playing]

Welcome to brigadoon.

You know, I used to do

a little highland dancing
when I was in school.

What made you give it up?

Oh, I kept cutting my
feet on the swords.

I've been meaning
to ask you, darling...

What does a
chieftain's husband do?

Is it sort of like being
a queen's consort?

[Chuckles] No, not really.

Actually, he has
a very difficult job.

He has to tune
the ceremonial bagpipes every morning.

Then he has
to judge haggis cookouts. Things like that.

All work and no play!
Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Life is one long highland plain.

Oh? [Both laugh]

[Bagpipes playing]

[Grunts]

[Grunting]

Let's raise it,
guys. Twelve feet?

Not me! I'm through!

Not even for an Edinburgh ale?

[Chuckles] No, I'll pass.

Take care, guys. Okay, see you
tomorrow, Alec! Don't overdo it.

[Grunting]

Mr. Maclaish!

You're looking good, lad!

Not bad!

You're going to win, I know it.

You got winner
written all over you.

I'm a winner, too.

Oh, I'm so glad you're here.

Jon, he has something
he wants to show you.

This was delivered
to me this morning.

It was mailed a week
ago from Scotland.

It's from sir Gavin.

"I've made a startling
historic discovery

"which will solve all
my financial problems

"and enable us to restore
glengowry castle."

He
didn't say anything to me about this.

"I'm leaving at
once for California.

"By the time I see you,

I hope to have concluded
a business agreement

to finance the project."

I may not be real smart.

I didn't make
college or anything,

but I was brought up
to be honest.

I know right from wrong.

You're trying to get
me to change my vote, Mr. Maclaish!

Pay me off with a better job.

Now, hold on son.
Look at it this way.

I know the way to look at it.

You're offering me a bribe.

I'm going
to report this to the rest of the council.

[Clanging]

What are you
suggesting, pipe major?

I'm not sure.

All I know is sir Gavin

never had any
history of heart disease.

And Ramsey maclaish
never said one word

about any kind of discovery

or business agreement.

[Woman screams]

[Crowd murmurs]

The weight must have
fallen on his head.

Must have misjudged his throw.

It's genuine, no doubt about it.

The sword is there,
just for the taking.

The IRS is on my back.

They want several millions
in the next couple of months.

This damn thing's worth more than the
north sea oil.

As chieftain, you'll be expected to return
it to the Scottish nation.

I'll have it up
for auction at christie's

the week after I take
over glengowry castle.

If you take over.

Do you think I'm going to let a woman
stand in the way of a chance like this?

[Bagpipes playing]

[Applause]

Oh,
the highland dance is starting soon.

I'd like to see that.

Me too.

[Jeannie]
Well, it's over in the open air theater.

You've got plenty of time.

Oh, good.

Excuse me. I've got
some guests arriving.

Something wrong?

No, I just
never realized what cute legs you have.

Will you cut it out?
No, they are very cute.

You are what the Scots
call a braw laddie.

How do you feel? I feel fine.

No chills? No cold?

No. No wind.

Then it's true what
they say about the Scots?

What do they
say about the Scots?

Oh, you know what they say. No.

Oh, come on. You can tell me.

I need to know for
my article research.

Is it true? Let
me have a look. Will you cut that out?

Not here. I'll give you
the bare facts later.

With full exposure. Promise?

[Cheering]

[Cheering]

[Distant cheers]

[Car tires squealing]

[Shattering]

He's dead.

Mr. H?

You've got three deaths
in a matter of days.

The
old chieftain, apparently a coronary.

Then the young athlete
gets his skull busted.

Could have been an
accident. And now, this.

Are you suggesting
that all three are connected?

I think it's a whole lot more

than just coincidence,
Mrs. Hart.

Excuse me. Macbridger? What do you
know about him?

He was a retired
colonel from morayshire highlanders,

resident of California,
for three years

and listed his
occupation as consultant.

And he was a
member of the society.

You know, quiet man,
he kept to himself.

Excuse me. Lieutenant Delaney,

my wife was the target.

That arrow missed her by inches.

Macbridger tried to kill her.

Or somebody hired him

to try and kill her.

Then that somebody
could still be around?

That's true.

Any idea who that might be?

I think perhaps, maybe,

you better take
a look at this letter.

It was written
to pipe major crammond from sir Gavin.

And, I think
you ought to take a look at this telex.

It's from Scotland, urgent.

This is from Abe
Solomon, our representative in Edinburgh.

"After speaking to
lord Lyon, king of arms,

it has been discovered
that Jennifer

has no hereditary claim.

"No bloodline connections

to clan maclaish whatsoever.

Signed, Abe."

Aunt morag.

There is no such person.

You invented her.

Why did you do that, Jeannie?

I'm sorry, I...

I just had to prevent
Ramsey maclaish

from becoming chieftain.

Maybe now you understand why.

Jennifer, you were
our only hope to beat him.

I'm sorry.

[Max] I don't get it.

Somebody would kill
two or three people

for an honorary title
and broken-down estate?

I think there's a whole
lot more to it than that.

This, uh... Business deal.

Ramsey's going to
be here tonight

for the ball and for
the final vote.

He might try it again.

That will be our perfect chance

to bring him out into the open.

I don't have
a shred of evidence, as of right now.

Don't worry, Mrs. Hart.

I'll have men
all over this house.

[Music playing]
[People cheering]

[People whooping]

[Laughs]

You were wonderful.
Ah, you were great!

Wasn't that fun? I loved that.

Mrs. Hart? Are you...

Mr. Mooky MacPherson.

Oh, how do you do?

I know you're gonna make it.

Oh, well, thank you.

Won't that be great?
A woman chieftain?

Well, you know, they did tell me that
there have been other women chieftains.

You're kidding. Mmm-mmm.

Well, I think that's great.

Well, as they
say in the old country,

slanjevah.

Mr. Hart.

Mooky.

Whisky?

Um, no, I think that...

This is the traditional
dram of glengarry malt.

To toast the successor.

Excuse me, I'll be right back.

Clansmen, ladies,
your attention, please.

It is my great pleasure
to welcome you all

to the California
Scottish society's 33rd highland ball.

[Jeannie] Besides having a wonderful
evening together,

we will be choosing our next...

Are you sure
about that, lieutenant?

That was the time
on the death certificate,

signed by Dr. Baird.

Then Ramsey lied,
because he said he went

to sir Gavin's room after dinner

and found him in a coma.

That's all I need to bring him
in for questioning and search his place.

Before the members of the
clan choose sir Gavin's successor,

I would like to ask
you all to rise

and observe a minute's
silence in his memory.

[Jeannie] Thank you.
Please be seated.

I now call on pipe major
Donald crammond.

The members
of the clan maclaish,

in accordance with tradition,

will now choose a new leader

by a show of hands.

There are two claimants.

First, Mrs. Jennifer hart.

And second,
Mr. Ramsey t. Maclaish.

[Clapping]

Obviously, there is
no reason to have a count.

A salute to the new chieftain.

Slainte mhath, jennifer,
maclaish of maclaish.

Slainte mhath, jennifer,
maclaish of maclaish.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Will the new chieftain
respond to the toast?

Do I have to give a speech?

[Members laughing]

Drink to the
clan. [Jennifer] Oh!

To the clan. Slainte mhath.

[Applause]

Excuse me, ladies and gentlemen.

You should be more
careful whom you drink with, darling.

What?

Especially when
the man owns a pharmaceutical firm.

I just talked to
the police, Ramsey.

Sir Gavin
died six hours earlier than you said.

[Crowd murmuring]

I saw you switch the glasses.

Now you're wondering

why Jennifer isn't reacting.

How you feeling, darling? Fine.

You know why that is, Ramsey?

Because I switched
the glasses back.

You drank your own poison.

How long will it take?

Are you feeling much pain?

For god's sake, I'll
need a doctor.

You hired macbridger. Please!

Answer me.

Yes. Yes!

The doctors
will have to know what you've taken.

Was it the
same poison that you gave sir Gavin?

It's
a blood coagulant, a new discovery.

For god's sake!

And impossible
to trace, no doubt.

It causes a coronary!

Relax, Ramsey.

This is the one
with the poison in it.

Lieutenant.

Will you take that down to the
police lab, and have it checked?

Well?

[Crowd screams]

Darling. Darling, I think
I could use a little scotch.

[Jeannie] Sir Duncan's sword.

It was right where
the old parchment said.

Excavated by
the courtesy of Abe Solomon.

Going to keep
it, Mr. H, or sell it?

Neither one, Max.

The new chieftain,

elected unanimously
after Jennifer's resignation,

is going to take it back
to Scotland for me

and give it to
the national museum.

Oh, Max, I brought you

something wonderful
from Edinburgh.

For me? Mmm-hmm.

What is it?

If I'm not mistaken,
isn't that haggis?

Huh? That's right.

Oh. The Scottish national dish.

Yeah? What's it made of?

It's sheep's liver,

and heart, and lungs.

All minced with
oatmeal and spices

and sewn up in a stomach.

Jeez!

It's delicious.

Really? Delicious?

Sure, you'll love it!

All you have
to do is just boil it for about an hour.

What about it,
Mr. and Mrs. H? Want some for dinner?

Well... I think we have...

A reservation. Reservation.

We're going to
have a pizza at George santo Pietro's.

Oh, yes, we are.

What about you
and I splitting this?

Haggis by candlelight?

Nothing sounds more romantic.

[Laughs]

[Chuckles]

[♪♪]

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