All language subtitles for Strathblair s01e05 Crimes and Misdemeanours

You making drama now?

I'm being taught.

Bagpipes.

Do you know, that's the first time I've
heard the pipe since I've been here.

That'll be the McPhee's.

Tinker's. Chipsies?

No, Tinker's.

We'd better keep an eye on your chicken.

Come on, Donald.

Ready for the off? Nearly.

What did the doctor say?

Said I was doing fine.

So how much do I owe you?

That'll be three and seven pence in all.
Do you want something?

Salt, mister.

Just salt.

Hey, don't want you carrying that.

Yeah, make for heaven's sake.

Thanks.

Hey, Robert, where's the bus?

Won't we get?

Get in the back, I'll get you a lift.

Have you been to the village?

No, up here.

Didn't expect to see you again so soon.
No.

Could have a turn up for the books, I
must say.

Nothing's ever straightforward in the
British Army.

So what's the latest on Korea?

Well, it's getting damn serious, that's
for sure.

Sending in matters of armour and
artillery.

And infantry, of course.

Now, my old battalion's still in
Germany.

Oh, I'm relieved to hear it.

Ah, well, it's not quite as simple as
that.

The Argylls are in Hong Kong.

I'll take a genius to work out where
they'll be bound soon enough.

They're understrength, apparently. They
may have to be conned officers from

other regiments.

I'm afraid by applying for this home
posting, I've made myself rather

hoist by my own petard, as the saying
goes.

I see.

Or when will you... I don't know.

But I think it'll be sooner rather than
later.

I suppose we should be thankful for
these few days.

Flora, if all this had happened six
months later... I know.

But life's just not like that then, is
it?

How was your medical?

Fine.

That's no bother.

So, where did you go?

You can't wait to get rid of me, can
you?

Again, left college and never lost your
deferment. It's too late to think of

that now.

What the army wants with the likes of
you, I don't know.

I think I get it.

Oh, you're the one that said it.

Aye, and you're the one that thought it.

I've got the sugar. Fine.

Come away in a period.

Tea's made.

Buongiorno.

So, how's it going?

Not too bad.

I've got your drenching gown sorted out.
Yeah? Yeah.

Hope you watched Forbes with that sugar.

I never took my eyes off him.

Seems to be right.

Oh, it will be nice when it comes off
the ration.

Oh, for Forbes it won't be.

Oh, there was a power in the district,
that one, during the war, when

was rationed.

Mind you, some that were prepared to do
a favour for a favour ever went short of

the scarcity.

What sort of favour?

Favours of a personal nature.

In his back shop, when his wife was near
here.

I don't believe him.

No?

Been been there a couple of times
myself.

That's great, Umberto.

Thought I was going to have to fork out
for a new one.

How much do I owe you?

Quite five bucks.

So, you think you're going to be called
up again?

Well, I'm on the reserve.

As an ex -NCO, I'm bound to get my
papers.

What about your farm?

Might keep me out.

No wonder that farmers will be exempted.

Great, isn't it?

Four months out the army, they start
another bloody war.

What's this?

It's a ground cutter.

I got it cheap.

I buy up bits of gear that are broken,
repair them, and then sell them for

profit.

Nice little goodness.

I prefer brambles myself, but they're
out till September, so raspberry it has

be. Now, you lie one pound of fruit to
one pound of sugar.

Then you heat the fruit gently in a pan.

Just watch.

You'll learn.

I think you're going to have to teach me
quite a lot.

I'm going to have to start economising
soon.

In a few months' time, I shall have
another mouth.

And where's the tea then? In China.

Hello, Umberto. Do you have a crack?

Alec was telling me what a wonderful
help you were whilst I was away. Oh, no

trouble, no trouble at all.

The Miss Veronica did as much as I did.

Umberto?

Just pour the tea and leave us to get on
with the jam, eh?

Starting early, aren't you?

Well, I shall undoubtedly unpick it and
do it again several times.

Never was much good at knitting.

I'm sure your mother will come to the
rescue.

Yes.

It's just that baby toes are so
expensive nowadays.

I thought I might save a bit of money if
I got a few made.

Yes, money.

My dear, I don't know what that means.

Well, it says here there's a route at
Old Brett next week.

What's a route?

An auction, a farm sale.

I might be able to pick up a few bits
and pieces quite cheaply.

Well, you can't run a farm without
tools.

Or help.

What was she like?

Who?

Veronica.

No, I don't.

Tell me.

County fete.

Hunting, shooting and fishing.

Big women, you know.

Well, I think I'll turn in. I've got a
long day tomorrow.

Hey.

Who's the type that wears Harris tweed
knickers?

I've had a word with Sir James, Mrs
Fraser, and he wouldn't think of holding

to a tenancy till November.

Oh, that's kind of him.

So I've drawn up the termination papers.

Since the sheep are bound to the ground,
they'll go to the next tenant, of

course.

But you'll be selling off the rest of
the livestock yourself, eh?

Aye, there's just four cows and some
hens, but Mr Wallace has seen to all

Right. Well, if you'd like to sign there
and there.

42 years, eh?

That's a long time to be in one place.

Aye.

Me and Charlie moved in the week after
we got married.

Seems strange. It'll not be home to me
the day after tomorrow.

You must feel sad.

Oh, aye.

But it's not been the same without him.

And the last six months have been a
great source of trouble to keep the

going.

Will you be staying on for the rope?

Aye, I'd like to. Laura!

Well, I'll be on my way.

Well, I won't say goodbye just yet.

I'll be seeing you at the rope, eh?

I'm sorry to come barging in like that.
Oh, no, that's all right.

Come in.

The occasion was less emotional than it
might have been.

What can I do for you?

Well, I'm off too.

Back to the flesh pots of London.

I thought I detected signs of boredom.

Well, no, experience should last
forever.

Anyway, I thought I'd take everyone out
for a farewell dinner.

How's your social diary?

Just going to get a drink.

Would you like something?

A glass of milk?

What's your name?

Not very talkative, are you?

Her name's Belle.

She was born that way.

I see you're carrying yourself.

No second sight, missus.

I seen you at the grocer's.

You'd been to the doctor's.

And your man was guy attentive.

Mind you, I do ken things right now.

I ken we'd find folks living at Corrie
Begg, and I'd tell't himself as much.

Himself? My man, McPhee.

Now, if there's anything you need
fixing, your pots and your pans or your

sharpened, McPhee'll do it. I can't
think of anything.

Ah, well, if you do, you'll find us up
there by the Corriebeg Burn.

A man's horse harness is real.

And if you need your thatties lifted or
your hay cooling, you're good workers.

I'll have to ask my husband.

You are a commitment.

Folk about here are right glad to see
us.

We bring good luck.

Good night.

Good

morning.

Good night.

Good night.

Aye.

There's good eating on this end.

I'll do you a sixpence for it.

Keep your sixpence.

I'll have it.

Keep it.

It don't belong to anybody.

Aye, there's no shortage of work at this
time of year.

We picked up a few shillings last month
at the Neapton Inn.

That was done back at the inn.

Hereabouts we'll be looking for help
with the hay.

And it's off to Blair Gowrie.

Aye. What about Barry Pippin?

Oh, my father used to talk about it.

So where will you went to?

South.

And what would your father be?

Mr. McCrae, you haven't answered my
question.

Where is your grandson?

Glasgow. To stay with friends, he said.

When was this?

About two or three weeks ago.

These friends, you'll, uh...

You'll have their address.

No.

I'm not here to arrest them, Mr Macrae.

I only want to discuss the matter with
them.

Then you'll have to wait till he gets
back. When will that be?

I've no idea, Sergeant.

You don't mind me leaving you on your
own, do you?

No.

There's a programme I want to listen to
on the wireless.

And I thought I might do the accounts.

I mean, I'd be happy to take you with
me, but it's not the thing for women in

these parts to be seen in pubs.

Well... Not respectable women.

Do you meet the other kind?

Instra player?

No. It's all male talk. Male company.

You know, farming.

It's business, really.

Of course.

I wish you'd say what you mean.

All I meant was... Can we afford it?

Is that all?

Don't worry. I can make a pint last me
the whole night.

That's all right, then.

Oh, I meant to tell you, we've got
tinkers camping at the burn by the fall.

Yes, I know. They came down this
afternoon.

A woman and a young girl.

Why? What do they want?

We just wanted to see whether we had
anything in need of mending.

You just wanted to see if there was
anything worth lifting, you mean.

I don't think so.

They've been coming here for years. They
couldn't do that if they were thieves.

I'm a fool. You never went for any
medical.

So what if I didnae? You made me a liar
as well. I didn't know he was here.

What did you say to him?

Just what the hell do you think you're
playing at?

What did you say to him?

That you'd gone to Glasgow.

Why do you say you've been for your
medical?

Well, I meant to.

He didn't get as far as the front door.

Then I changed my mind and went to the
pictures instead.

What?

Look, I'm in Glasgow, right? I've
disappeared.

Well, they'll forget about me in time.

Like hell they will.

You'll go down to the police station
tomorrow with your papers and tell him

got the date wrong.

I can't.

Huh? I can't. I tore them up.

Oh, you stupid feckless... Now what the
hell are you going to do?

Well, that all depends on you, doesn't
it?

Me?

Someone was saying that people that run
farms don't need to do national service.

But you're not running a farm.

No.

But I would be if you retired and handed
this place over to me.

Oh, no, you can think again, my manny.

And I'm sheltering no fugitives under
this roof.

First thing in the morning, I'm telling
Brodie, you're back.

After that, it's up to you.

Man, Corrie, babe, with all the hijinks
you got up to in Italy, I'm surprised

you had time to win the war.

Well, I had some friends helping him.

Aye.

It's absent, baby.

You'll be on the reserve.

Thank you.

What about big on purpose?

Very conscript, Ham. He's too old, and
he's a nice guy.

Maybe he's in the Italian reserve.

God,

some people shouldn't be allowed to
talk, must less vote.

Of course they won't conscript him.

Harl.

They should send Femi Robertson out
there.

Let her slander the Koreans to death.

Come on, now.

You'll be going to the rope at Albrecht,
aren't you?

What am I? Is there anything interesting
up for sale?

There's a Fergie tractor.

Why, that there is.

Mind you, it's not in good working
condition.

In fact, it's not in any kind of working
condition at all, so I wouldn't expect

it to go for much.

Drink up, please.

Ah, Sergeant.

Have you met Mr Ritchie of Corrie Bay?

Aye. Good evening, Mr Ritchie.

Southwesterly, four or...

They're not being McFrees. They usually
finish up and talk a big bang. It's as

well to know that they don't cause any
trouble.

Shall we go, gentlemen?

Last time I had folk camping up there,
it caused me alarm.

I heard about that.

Aye. Well, Balbuie can hardly blame me
this time if anything happens.

I know a young Balbuie encouraging them.

A crazed ransom?

Aye.

Do you still deny the boy's here?

I've said everything I've got to say,
Sergeant.

He has until the end of the week to turn
himself in.

If he doesn't, he's in trouble.

And so are you.

Where are you off to, then?

Old Breck.

The farm auction.

My, what a busy social life you lead.

It's my job to keep an eye on things.

Why don't you come along?

You might find it interesting.

Not really my sort of thing.

Besides, since I'm leaving tomorrow, I
thought I'd like to make some farewells.

Welcome home, friends.

Today's a very sad day.

I want you to keep with your talking.
Your only friend today is Mrs. Jeannie

Fraser.

Now we'll start with the house and farm
thing, move on to the machinery and the

piece flat.

I'm assuming you'll all have seen inside
the house, so we'll move along to the

furniture right away.

And the first item is a Welsh dresser.

Have you not taken anything from the
house at all, Jeannie?

You haven't begged for anything.

My daughter's house is a gay little
furnace.

Seen as a man's got a good job with the
Glasgow Corporation.

You sure you don't want to come to the
rout with me?

Oh, for God's sake, how can you stay in
the huff for so long?

I'm not in the huff.

I've got things on my mind.

One of the hens is missing.

You must be Jennifer.

Yes.

I'm Veronica.

Hello, stranger.

Hello there.

Hello and goodbye, I'm afraid. I'm
leaving tomorrow.

I see you've... Yes.

We met.

Well, safe journey.

Thanks for your help.

I enjoyed it.

All of it.

Good luck, Alec.

Nice to have met you, Jennifer.

Quite what I expected.

Let's go my way.

Scrap. That's all it's fit for. Scrap.

That's right.

Some spare parts, maybe.

But not much of them.

Disgraceful the way Charlie Fraser let
his gear run down.

The man was sick, Balboa.

Your grandson, Robert.

What about him?

Policeman was up with Calm Bar and
asking if he'd seen him.

Right this way, ladies and gentlemen.

Now, you've had ample time to be with me
here.

So, we'll start off with lot 27.

Very fine, brother. You hear me, folks?

Two pounds ten.

Fifty -five.

Fifty -five? Oh, fear not.

Fifty -five shillings.

Not for anything.

Not, I would have thought, quite your
taste.

No, I could have carried away.

Morning, Alastair.

I know it's a lot for twenty -eight.

There are individual pieces in this box
worth two pounds alone.

Now, take it. Right, I'll tell you what
I'll do. I'll throw in the petrol can as

well. Two pounds alone.

Right, son. I'll buy it when you can see
it.

Have they got to the gear yet?

Yeah, he's still working his way through
the rubbish.

I'm only interested in the beast myself.

I think I might have put my foot in it
the other night with Sergeant Brodie.

He's the last you'll be getting at this
address, Mrs Fraser.

Have you arranged to have any others
forwarded? Oh, I have done that, Toasty.

Well,

And so to the farm gear, we'll start off
with up £35 a Ferguson tractor.

Now, I won't pretend that it's any tip
-top, but who'll start me off at £30?

£25.

£20. £20.

£22.

£22. And ten shillings.

Come on, curry bag, no ten shilling bid.

£25. £25, £25, £25, £25.

£26.

£28.

28 pounds. 28, 28, 28. 29.

30.

30. 30 pounds. 30 pounds. 30 pounds. 30
pounds. All finished now.

Look, I never took your hand, mister.
Well, somebody did.

Eh, well, this folks is here a bit.

Ah.

And they're dab hands in making chicken
soup.

There was no call for that, mister.

I think there was.

That would be what I'm tied for.

Next time I come up here.

I want you elsewhere.

Why?

Beaten by a pound.

A lousy pound.

And you should have seen the look on his
face.

Smug. That's the only word for it.

All that and a bunch of thieving tinks
in one day.

How do you know they took that?

Well, I saw the bones and giblets in
their pot when I... When you what?

when I kicked it over.

Alec! And then she came out with a load
of rubbish about having bought it.

When will you learn to stop encouraging
people like that?

Encouraging them?

They've been coming here a lot longer
than we have. You know what your trouble

is? Your trouble is that you get taken
in too easily. Just because some tinker

woman shoots you a sob story... Stop
talking to me like that!

It's been going on too much lately. I'm
your wife, remember?

I'm carrying your child.

What's that got to do with it? Wasn't
she your type?

What are you talking about? Your type,
that's what I'm talking about.

No wonder you didn't have time to put up
that shelf. You were too busy with

Veronica, whatever her name is. Where
did she come into it? You tell me, Alec

Ritchie. Oh, I'm glad you had company
whilst I was away.

I'm glad you both enjoyed yourself.

God's sake, woman.

Don't woman me.

She's not exactly the way you described
her, is she?

Jenny, I don't know what you're
thinking. Well, I know what I'm

not a fool.

Why did you lie to me?

I didn't want you to get the wrong idea.
Don't patronise me. We only talked.

Yes, I bet you talked. What did you talk
about? The war.

Death. Danger. She'd been through it
too.

Yes, she said you had a lot in common.

You are talking like a married man who's
been caught out.

I'm really afraid I didn't do so badly
out there.

Who's daft enough to go that high?

Humberto. Not so daft, then.

Humberto knows a bargain when he sees
one.

He's quite smart when it comes to
business.

Maybe a wee thing too smart at times.

Who got the beef?

Alistair McCrae.

Any word about that grandson of his?

No. Why should there be?

It seems the boy is missing.

Sergeant Brodie's guy anxious to get
hold of him.

I wonder what young Balbuie's been up
to.

Something serious, I'll be bound.

Bad blood will out.

I think I could maybe hazard a guess.

Well, go on then.

Oh, I don't know that I should.

As I am what you might call a government
employee.

Another pint maybe help you forget the
glamour of the uniform.

A half pint.

Well, since you're offering them, since
I'm only guessing, old Balbuie had a

word with me this morning. Wanted to
know if I'd deliver the boys' call -up

papers.

So that's it. The boy's a deserter.

Hardly a deserter if he's not in the
army.

What do you say?

I told him I thought I might see him.

He only thought.

Well, I can't remember every letter I
deliver. I do hundreds in a week, and

would have been a while ago.

So, uh, maybe you didn't.

Wait for now. Just wait for now.

That's what Alistair Macrae was hinting
at. But I told him straight, if I have a

letter to deliver, deliver it, yes.

Supposing you never had it in the first
place?

Aye.

Supposing it got lost in the sorting
office or something.

Half these damn Department of
Agriculture forms do.

At least, so the farmers say.

Aye, well, that might be a definite
matter.

Aye, oh, there, all right.

You're just in time.

It's Mr. Forg's round.

A pint.

Whiskey.

Make it a large one.

Oh!

Umberto!

What's it to be? Four large whiskeys,
please.

Oh, thank you.

Alex? No.

Thank you. Did you manage to get the
party back to Cairnburn without the

falling off, Humberto?

Don't worry, I'll get it fixed.

You're a great fixer, Humberto.

You're entering for the Hillways again.

You're an optimist. You finished sixth
last year. But not this year.

I'll win.

I've been in training. This year I'll be
first.

He'll win.

I agree.

The Italians have always been good at
escaping.

Enough! Enough!

I'm not having that in here.

Outside, the pair of you.

Stop this nonsense, the pair of you.

I'll leave them to it here.

Don't touch it.

Don't touch it.

Right now.

What's all this about?

We'll be back then.

I missed you last night.

You'll help him out, won't you?

Certainly not.

I have no authority and I don't feel
inclined to use any influence.

Well, which is a good thought.

Good thoughts do not brawl in public.

Morning.

Case is all packed and ready to go.

I wouldn't exactly call it a public
brawl.

What would you call it?

A heated discussion.

I do take it you were talking about last
night.

Come on, Uncle James. Most men have
squared off like that.

Not outside the Evel Arms and Brass
Blair.

Outside the Oxford Union.

What?

Daddy told me.

You took on three fellow undergrads,
didn't you?

I don't know about that.

Why did the matter hit you?

It was something I said.

What?

Can't remember.

I was not almost sent down.

Your father had a legendary capacity for
exaggeration.

He would have been if certain strings
hadn't been pulled.

Was it a fight over some girl?

It was over a matter of high principle.

How dull.

After a civilised debate.

Followed by a public brawl.

It was not the same thing at all. I see.

Gentlemen and players.

I decline to continue with this
conversation.

Breakfast ready?

I don't want any breakfast.

I'm not hungry.

Don't talk daft.

You're aye hungry.

Hey, look at me when I'm talking to you.

The name of God.

It was an accident.

Accident?

Look at if you've stuck your head in a
thresher.

Goodbye, my dear.

Come to see us again. It's been lovely.

Cheerio.

I'll call you if I come through London.

Oh, please do.

Oh, say goodbye to Flora.

Morning, Sir. I'm ready.

Morning, Sir.

Sir James.

I wonder if I may have a word with you
about the business outside the hotel

night. Certainly, Sergeant, certainly.

Boisterous bit of horseplay, wasn't it?

Horseplay?

Well, you're surely not thinking of
bringing charges.

I certainly am.

We don't need riffraff like that in
strafblare.

Oh, come, come, come.

Young Ritchie might be something of a
rough diamond, but I'd hardly call him

riffraff. Not Ritchie. The Italian.

Fabiani.

You've heard?

Yes, I've heard.

Come in.

Men are such wains.

Told him better to come and apologise.

Will he?

No.

Well, I'll let you make up.

So what was this fight about, Jamie?

Alec won't tell me.

They were talking about the hell room.

Alec said he thought Umberto would win
it.

Who?

Because the Italian army was so good at
running.

To the extent that the witnesses won't
say anything at all.

Well, they do say that Fabiani threw the
first punch.

I don't know why we don't send a letter
to him back to Italy.

It's difficult to tell you how you can
charge one without charging the other.

Well, that's for the sheriff to decide.

Oh, of course, yes, I quite agree.

Town man, known quite well.

I'm sure he'll be as even -handed as he
can be in the absence of witnesses.

Oh, no, sir, that's where you can help
me. Oh, I doubt it, Sergeant, I doubt

All we saw were two men rolling on the
ground.

They're bled to be laughing.

It was partly my fault, I suppose.

Who's that?

We had a fight.

We had a fight.

And then he lost the tractor to Umberto,
and then there was that trouble with

the tinker. You little ass.

What were you and Alec fighting about
now?

Well, that Veronica woman came here to
say goodbye.

Fee me.

I'll get one in here.

They did pay for the chicken.

Paid for, all right.

But not by the tinkers.

Why, who?

Young Robert.

I'd like a word with you, Mr. McPhee.

I was wrong.

Come back to Corrie, Begg. You're
welcome.

Aye, well, you're our late, mister.

You've seen the last of us.

And the last of any luck we've rocked
with.

Look, I know you didn't take the hen.

I know that it was paid for.

Robert!

Are you in there?

What the hell do you think you're
playing at?

Look, I'm not joining the army and I'm
sure as hell not going to jail. And you

won't hide for long either the way
you're going.

It was obvious where you'd be once the
money was found.

Well, I never thought your wife would
say anything.

She didn't.

And neither will I.

My grandfather, he would turn us in.
That's not the way I hear it.

Oh, aye?

What do you hear?

I'll tell you back at Balbuie.

I'll wait back with him, son.

You've no place with us.

I will have no place anywhere.

And you too, Mr McPhee.

Come back to Corriebeg.

Oh, we'll be back, Mr.

Good. So we're friends?

We'll be back to lift your tutties and
help with the hay.

We'll be back because you need us and we
need you.

But with no freedoms.

How'd it go?

Fine. I think you'll find the army's not
so bad after all.

I don't want to find it at all.

They don't want me.

I had flu a few years ago. Come off it.
You can't get rejected because you had

flu. You do if it leaves you with a
bustier drum.