All language subtitles for Strathblair s01e10 Day of Judgement

How are you getting on?

If I'm not this right, I shall be
slicing turnips for the rest of my life.

Miss.

Well, I thought I'd nip down to Cairnby
and see if he's got an electric one we

can borrow.

Fancy the laird sending his car to pick
her up.

Indecent bitch.

Now, if there is money, I'll see. No,
no.

The second hasn't left her well off.

You're thinking a millionaire, aren't
you?

And what does she want with the first
one?

Maybe she's spent it all.

Why don't you lend her some, Balbuie?

May I help you?

I was wondering if we could hire an
electric turnip slicer from you.

Yes, if we have such a thing.

Well, according to Femi Robertson, you
could too.

In that case, we must have.

Though I confess I haven't the faintest
idea where they might be.

That's really Flora's department, not
mine.

Any word about Mr McKinnon?

No.

Electric turnip slicers.

They're probably in a shed on the home
farm. Why don't you take a look?

What's the higher charge?

Having the foggiest.

Ask Femi Robertson.

Lady Constance.

Shall we exchange platitudes, James?

How are you, Constance?

Remarkably well.

And you?

As well as can be expected.

Well, that's the easy part, over.

It was kind of you to scan the path.

It was the least I could do.

The very least.

Why did you call her an indecent bitch?
Because that's what she is.

You see that about me, anyone?

Just you get inside and get the dinner
started.

I've got some news to bring down from
the hill.

Are you comfortable at the hotel?

It's amusing.

You're welcome to stay here.

Would that be appropriate?

I was suggesting that we sleep under the
same roof, not the same ceiling.

That's a subtlety that might be lost on
the locals.

I imagine they already have their own
views about the decadence of the upper

classes. I doubt if they think about it
very much.

The society columns are not required
reading in Strasbourg.

They did enjoy our scandal.

After candle?

It was all a long time ago.

The older ones remember your...
Transgression.

Misconduct.

Betrayal.

Departure.

She took up with this American officer
during the war.

No, the first one. I was only a wee
lassie when it happened.

So it was. I can imagine.

Andrew would only have been about ten at
the time. They'd been carrying on for

months before Sir James found out.

That was a long time ago.

Folks about here have long memories.

I wonder why she came back to keep it
in.

The wedding, I expect.

If it's still going ahead.

Yes, I think I understand the situation.

Your father has displayed his usual
admirable tact.

I hardly think she would appreciate
being thought of as a brood mare. I

realise she was listening.

Why don't you just go straight to
Edinburgh and sweep the woman off her

I've telephoned her several times.

Not quite the same thing.

No, well, I have my pride too.

Well, I seem to have crossed the
Atlantic for nothing.

Oh, come along, Constance. You've been
making regular trips to London ever

the war ended.

You're well informed. I do take the
daily papers.

So, someone in Strathplare reads the
gossip columns.

A stiff neck is all that you've
inherited from your father. You're

Oh, and a stiff upper lip.

Relax a little.

Don't tell Flora you're sorry.

Show her.

You scheme your office on the back?

No.

May I help you?

Since you're the subject of my inquiry,
I suppose you can.

You got a work permit?

A what?

A permit to work on this farm.

I've been working here since 1943, eh?
So I've been told.

Without a work permit.

In contravention of the Alien's Order of
1920.

And you haven't been registering at the
police station.

So you got it?

Aye. For all the good it'll do me, the
damn thing's bust.

I think it's an electrical connection.

Can you fix it?

I can try.

What?

I'm sorry I've been such an old misery.

You haven't. Yes, I have.

And you've been very sweet about it.

I'll tell you what.

I'll take you to the pictures next week.

All right.

Umberto, nobody around here has reported
to the police.

Then how did such a body know?

He probably came across some old
regulation and decided to be a witness.

No, somebody told about me.

And I suppose you know who? Could be a
lot of folks. They're jealous of me

because I make money. That's why they
want me deported. Who?

I'm asking who?

Could be Wallace. I always know how much
to beat on his options.

It could be Forbes, the grocer,
because... Because what?

Because they never liked me. You'll be
saying that. It could be Alex Ritchie.

And so it could. We had that fight,
remember?

And the others were all on each side.
Oh, of course, in the pub, in front of

face, they're all nice. But behind my
back, it's different. Then it's a daft!

And what about the sheep stealing, eh?
Who was the first to be accused? Who?

Obviously. Father will be pleased.

And that is the main thing, isn't it?

I've, um, been doing what I can to keep
things going.

So I see.

Oh, Alec Ritchie called by earlier.

Wanted to borrow an electric turnip
slicer.

We have two at the home farm.

If that's what I thought, but I didn't
know how much to charge him.

I'll return to it.

Right -o.

So you're back for good, then?

I suppose so.

I'm glad you changed your mind.

Your father did the changing.

In fact, he was quite insistent about my
duties and obligations.

So I'm back. As the factor, nothing
more.

Flora, I'm sorry. Don't say it, Andrew.
Just don't say it. All right.

I won't.

I know it was a deeply insensitive thing
to say, but I didn't say it.

My father did.

True.

And it's not my father you're marrying.

Also true.

I'm quite looking forward to meeting the
woman who did.

Hello there. Ciao.

Come by to see if you're finished with
my tractor.

Is Monday all right?

Yeah, fine.

Do you know anything about electric
motors?

A little bit.

What's wrong?

I don't know.

I'll take a look.

I think that's fixed.

I thought I'd got it fixed too. Then it
broke down again.

You're the magic touch, Umberto.

Handy man to have around.

I won't be around much longer.

I really don't know what to advise, Miss
Robertson.

The situation's rather outside my
experience.

Aye, but your Kenfuku will know what to
do.

Perhaps.

He probably doesn't think it would do
that, does he?

Maybe he did at first, but not now.

He's feeling pretty hurt, though.

Damn!

Well, it was a mild attack, but bad
enough.

I think he should go into hospital for a
few days.

I'm going into no hospital.

Don't be daft, man.

It's only for observation.

I'm going into no hospital. I have a
farm to run.

Well, you won't be running it much
longer if you get another of these

I can look after him. He needs proper
nursing.

He can look after me.

Preserve me from throwing all devils
like you, Balbuie.

All right.

But I want you to stay in bed for the
next few days.

And, Robert...

You have this prescription made up for a
thing.

Where are you planning to get married,
Flora?

Strasbourg, of course.

Oh, yes, of course.

Tradition. It would be expected,
wouldn't it?

Actually, Mother, expected or not,
that's how we want it.

You discard tradition when you became an
American citizen?

Heavens no, it's a great social cachet
in the States.

Nothing impresses them more than an
English accent and some connection,

tenuous, with impoverished aristocracy.

This chap with whom Andrew has gone into
business, Telfer, he's an American.

Try not to sound so disapproving, James.
They are the same species.

You tell me.

He appears to think that Scotland's up
for sale.

If anyone wants to buy it, take the
money and run.

Oh, that's a bit strong, Mother. It's
finished, Andrew.

Britain is finished. The glory days are
over.

Your choice now lies between Moscow and
Washington, and I don't think Washington

will let you choose Moscow.

Perhaps we have a different perspective
on this side of the Atlantic.

Doubt it.

What are you trying to hold on to with
this state?

I suppose you'd laugh if I said
tradition.

I think I'd feel a twinge of pity.

By the end of the century, who do you
think will be laird of Strathblair?

One of Andrew's sons, I would hope.

Or someone who can afford to indulge
himself with a highland estate and a

forelock tugging peasantry.

The people in this district don't tug
forelocks.

And it may surprise you to learn that I
do not regard them as peasants.

Oh, don't be so touchy, James.

Peasants are simply people that work the
land.

How do they regard you?

With some respect, I should imagine.

As one of them.

Heaven preserve me from the sirens of
splendid old Highland families.

Educated at the best English public
schools.

Members of the most exclusive London
clubs. James, you don't even sound like

your... your... Tenants.

Dinner is served.

Ah. Shall we go in?

Do you want anything else?

Oh, nothing.

Oh, one thing.

What? You could look out my good suit
and a clean shirt.

I'll need them for the morning.

Where are you going?

The kirk.

The doctor said you had to stay in bed
for a few days.

I have never missed a remembrance day
yet, and I'm not missing tomorrow's.

Didn't exactly hit it off with her, did
you?

She was only trying to needle my father,
you know.

Doesn't matter.

It's not your mother I'm marrying,
either.

Well, that's what Umberto told me.

He's pretty upset about it.

That young Brody's getting too big for
his boots, if you ask me.

I'd put some coke in a uniform. They
think they're Hitler.

Gentlemen.

Umberto, what's keeping you?

Oh, stop sulking, will you?

I'm not going, Phoebe.

You always go to the memorial.

This time, I'm not going. If they don't
want me, I don't want them.

Oh, you big bane. I told you Sir James
promised he'd do what he could.

Copy that.

He happened to mention... Just in
passing that you couldn't be sent back

Eh? What?

Well, he was saying that if you were
married to a British citizen, that could

make a difference.

But I'm not, Phoebe.

I can that, but you could be.

I don't see how.

You big sterk! If you think I'm going to
get down on one knee in the Kushan, you

can think again!

It's a wonder the roof doesn't fall in.

And so we are met here on this day which
is set aside to the memory of the men

and women of this parish who gave their
lives in token of that sacrament.

in the two great conflicts that the
generations present have endured.

Already, the guns are thundering on a
land far distant from the peak and

serenity of our straplair hills.

Again, our young are being called upon
to take up arms in a far -off conflict.

and love of God and of his son Jesus
Christ our Lord and the blessing of God

almighty the Father, Son and the Holy
Spirit be amongst you and remain with

now and always Amen Humberto

I could have a private wedding this
afternoon.

Well, the worst comes to the worst.

At least you'll be seeing your family
again.

No, I won't see them.

Why not?

They're dead.

What?

Dead. But your children.

They're all dead.

Major Walter Reder, an Austrian.

One day he came to the village and
massacred more than a thousand people

in retaliation for attacks on German
soldiers by the resistance

fighters.

They were mostly women and children.

My brother was a partisan.

The SS captured him.

And then they told you he betrayed our
family.

Why did you never tell me?

I didn't want to think about it.

I just pretended that it never happened.

This photograph is all I've got left.

So you see, there's no one to go back
to.

Take your jacket off, Dad.

Go on.

Go meet the dog.

Yes. Your export department.

This is Burgundy. Burgundy. Burgundy.
Burgundy.

Burgundy. Burgundy. Burgundy. Burgundy.
Burgundy. Burgundy. Burgundy.

Burgundy. Burgundy. Burgundy. Burgundy.
Burgundy. Burgundy. Burgundy.

Burgundy. Burgundy. Burgundy. Burgundy.
Burgundy. Burgundy.

Burgundy. Burgundy.

Burgundy.

Burgundy.

Burgundy.

The war in Korea has taken on a new

aspect. Still on the tarmac of number
two, best battle of Koreans in the one

corner of the peninsula have been
fighting a hard battle with their backs

sea. These pictures taken on the bank
notes have taken...

Give some idea of the grimness of the
magic between the communists and the

United Nations forces.

Inevitably, there follows the misery of
refugees.

The roads clogged with the tragic gossip
of humanity, crying before the terror

of modern warfare.

Peaceful men, women, and children who
have become pawns in the game of great

power.

It's all going to happen again.

I know.

It's all going to happen again.

I just came to see that you were
alright.

When?

I report to Edinburgh on Monday.

Couple of weeks to get in shape.

And then... Korea.

So... What does that do to our future?

Would you like to come in for a
nightcap?

I could do with one.

If I come in, I'll stay.

I went to the barn.

How bad is it?

See for yourself.

There isn't much to be saved.

Where did it start?

I'm not sure.

In the house somewhere.

I even thought it might have been a
short circuit.

I had the turnip slicer plugged into a
socket in the kitchen.

Some sparks must have blown across the
barn.

Once the hay caught, the fuel from the
fairgate would burn.

Yeah. The damage is pretty extensive.

I imagine you'll want to send someone
along.

If you could let me have a claims form.

Thank you.

What a wretched thing to happen.

I'd better go and see them.

I'm sure that would be appreciated.

Quite an eventful night.

For everyone.

Yes. You never did answer my question.

What happens to our future?

Andrew,

I've

already seen one man I loved go down
that road.

Wearing a uniform.

Off to war.

I... I don't think I can go through that
again.

No.

Well, um... I'll tell my parents that...

Our wedding was but burned.

We won't present his cheque, of course.

What sort of state's the place in?

Gutted.

Then that's that.

Do you want me to get estimates on how
much it will cost to rebuild?

It's hardly worthwhile, is it?

Bell buoy round the grazing's well
enough. When it was empty, he can do it

again.

So that's the end of Corrie Bay?

Just another empty Highland steading.

You do know he hired that machine from
us?

What? Andrew gave him permission.

The motor was defective.

He's not going to allege that we're
responsible, I hope.

Who said yourself the fire started in
the house?

Well, who knows what happened?

The cable was into the socket in the
kitchen.

But I wasn't thinking what Alec Ritchie
might say.

The insurance company.

They could contend that it was our
responsibility to make sure the

in a safe condition.

It could affect our claim.

Let me think about it.

Right.

Flora.

Andrew told me about your decision.

Our decision, actually.

You won't reconsider?

No.

We agreed it would be best to wait.

I understand that you have Mr. and Mrs.
Ritchie staying with you.

I have that, but they're not here at the
moment.

Oh, that's a pity. I wanted a word with
Ritchie.

Is he likely to be up at Corrie Begg?
No, but Jennifer is.

I see.

Oh, about your honour man, Umberto.

Yes.

Mrs. Ritchie!

Hello.

Hop in.

Andrew and I decided it wouldn't be a
good idea to get married until the war

over.

And Johnny comes marching home?

Yes.

If he comes marching home.

You take a pretty callous attitude to
the possibility that your son won't.

Not callous, my dear.

Realistic.

Thank you.

Sorry we burned it down.

I'd have to have it properly surveyed,
of course. But I dare say it could be

back into commission.

Cost a lot of money.

Your husband can resume the tenancy if
he wants to.

He doesn't.

The office opened.

And did Sir James suggest what we live
on while it was being rebuilt?

Well, he thought you might get work at
the soul mill or somewhere.

I said I'd mention his office.

No.

There's times to cut your losses.

And that's what we're going to do.

It'll be nice to see the girls again.

It's all been a bit of an adventure,
hasn't it?

Yes, it has.

An adventure.

Andrew?

Yeah?

We still have time for a special
license.

Oh, you tell me.

We'll get married with all the bells and
whistles when I get back.

Goodbye, Father.

Good luck, Andrew.

Look, why don't we all come down to the
station? No.

I hate the track so much.

He'll be all right.

Keep killing yourself, lad.

Be in touch, will you?

Yes, I will.

All right.

Thank you for everything.

Oh, can we? It's nothing.

I'll miss you, Jennifer.

And I'll you.

All right.

We'd best be off.

Umberto.

I'll be with you.

And good luck.

Thanks. And I hope your problems sort
themselves out.

Don't worry.

See you, mate.

I know they'll come without her up the
road to visit and talk to.

Well, there aren't many about here I can
talk to.

She's like a wee sister to me.

I've never had a wee sister.

Maybe she will be happier where she came
from.

Oh, by the way...

The Laird's had a word with some folk.

They say you're likely no be sent back
to Italy.

Davila. Ach, you'll get around. You'll
have to sign some papers.

They'll not send you back.

So?

Looks like you won't have to marry me
after all.

Not unless you want to, that is.

What is it?

Will you take me home?

I'm taking you home.

No.

I mean home.