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Yes, I know that.

But how?

How did it happen, Mr. Fabiani?

Call still, please.

You ought to tell the doctor, you know. It happened last night.

I know that, but how?

That's all right then, Mrs.

McIntyre. There's nothing to worry about.

Cheerio now. You ought to tell the doctor, you know.

You should never have put milk on these buns.

Butter at a pinch in an emergency. I don't really think the milk did any

nurse. You'll have to come back and get this dressing changed. And you mustn't

get it wet or dirty.

Do you understand?

That's all right, nurse. You can leave Mr. Fabiani with me.

Can I have a word with you, Mr. Fabiani?

It's just a step down the road.

Or get someone to come and fetch me.

These things heal so much better if they're attended to straight away.

Yes, I know that, Doctor, but I didn't want to bother you.

Do you want to tell me what happened?

I had an accident.

Well, you're bound to be feeling pretty shocked.

I'd take it easy for today.

One day I open for business, the next day I have to close.

Personal vendettas.

We use the same word.

It's an Italian word, isn't it?

Yes. Well, it's none of my business.

But mopping up the damage is.

I have all my other patients to consider.

Now, do you want to tell me more?

Confidentially, of course.

Dorothy, thank you for your help.

Remember to come and get the dressing changed at the end of the week.

Yes. Bye.

Anle, you'd like the nurse to call?

No.

That was a wonderful breakfast.

I don't usually cook breakfast, but what if we're going riding later? We both

need it.

Oh, I've left a spare pair of job clothes on my bed.

I'm sure they'll fit.

Thanks. If not, I'll have to ride side saddle.

I'll see you about twelve.

Hello.

Hello.

Beautiful morning.

Yes.

Yes, we're going riding later.

Wish I could join you.

Are you staying?

No, I have to be back in Edinburgh tonight.

I'm so sorry about... Oh, on the mend.

On the mend.

Well, marvellous to see you again.

Yes.

Flora, I'll catch up with you later.

I haven't seen Andrew for, well, years.

Perhaps I should have told him you were here.

Why?

Oh, I don't know.

Water under the bridge.

I'll see you later.

Yes. And don't be late.

I won't.

I'm a friend of your brother's.

Oh, he did?

Well, I didn't expect to be coming home so soon, no.

Oh, not bad.

No, no permanent damage, thank goodness.

Sylvia?

Sorry, Sylvie. I don't know whether Jonathan mentioned, but I'm thinking of

starting an artist summer school here in Strathblair.

Uh -huh.

Festival of Britain, that's right.

I was just wondering if I might drive down to Glasgow and pick your brains

a few things.

Well, any time, really. I have a lot of time on my hands.

How about next Wednesday?

Yes?

I could pitch up about 11, have a look at your gallery, and then we could have

lunch.

Yes, I've got the address.

Fine. Well, that's tremendous.

Until next Wednesday, then. I look forward to it.

Cheerio.

Andrew, may I get on my work?

Oh, God! I have a lot of work to do. Fine, go ahead.

I can't get on with my work while someone's using the telephone. I'm

used to pieces of art in this office. I just like it that way. All right, all

right. I only popped up to discuss a couple of things, but you were busy.

That was Sylvie Brown on the phone. Do you remember? I mentioned her.

She was quite encouraging.

About the summer school.

What on earth can your artistic friend know about making an estate pay its way?

She runs a very successful gallery in Buchanan Street. It's hosting a big

exhibition at the moment. The Fat Festival Grant, no doubt.

Well, yes, as a matter of fact. Andrew, sportsmen are rich.

At least some of them are.

We need them.

As your factor, I'm just being practical.

I ask...

Well, come with me to Glasgow next Wednesday and we'll try to find out. Oh,

wouldn't want to interrupt a tete -a -tete with Sylvie. Oh, for goodness

Anyway, I don't have the time.

I'm going to leave you to it, then.

Yeah.

I wish you'd work down at the house.

You could use the library. Nobody else does. You'd be closer.

Save me hobbling up here to see you.

This has always been the fact of the office.

Besides, people would feel awkward having to come up to the big house.

Yes, but just until... I like this office. I know where everything is.

Besides, you wouldn't want every Tom, Dick and Harry trailing up to the big

house now, would you?

Well, I'm not a complete snob.

Well, let's put it this way.

You have a very strong sense of the social niceties.

It was good to see Janet again.

Long time.

So how did he come about his injuries?

An accident.

You sure about that?

That's what he told me.

But do you believe him?

No.

Must have been a very vicious attack.

Bonds to the face and hand.

But it could have been worse.

I think it was probably a warning.

If Mr. Fabiani has decided not to talk, there's nothing I can do, Sergeant.

What do you bet?

Er, a week's washing up.

But she has eight.

Eight? I was counting at least ten.

After all the stuff we've been feeding her.

Eight little porpoises.

I'm really looking forward to them.

On a plate, you mean?

No.

Get the earners at the sales.

I thought I might have a go at that tractor this afternoon.

Look, a joke's a joke.

I'm not joking. I'm serious. Yes, and I'm serious. We cannot afford to have

making stupid mistakes.

I'm going to be saving money. Can't you see that? I'll have to pay Umberto

eventually, and I'll look like a fool.

That's all you're really worried about, isn't it?

Look, you won't let me do it, and you won't do it yourself.

I haven't got the time to do it. And anyway, it's going fine.

Oh, don't tell such whopping lies. It's completely temperamental. It's

permanently overheating. It needs a jolly good service.

Will you get your head out of the sand?

All right, it will need a service soon, but at the moment we can't afford it.

If I learn how to service it, I can do it regularly and think how much that'll

save. I'm thinking about how much that'll cost.

The new sergeant's quick off the mark.

He must be hurt pretty bad then.

Well, he wouldn't have shut up shop if he'd skinned his pinky.

Lucky she works in the boot.

She'll need a bit of steak for that eye.

Morning.

Morning.

Good morning.

I'd like a word with you for me, Mr.

Fabiani, is that right?

Yes. Well, would you mind if I come in?

Thank you.

What time you called it then?

Eh? I was feeling kind of sick.

Looks like it.

You bury those floor scrubs and make sure they're dry before you put down the

sawdust this time.

Did you see my problem, Mr. Fabiani?

The public come in here, I have to see if they're in any danger.

No, what danger? It was an accident.

Oh, aye.

You want to show me how that happened, eh?

Look, I've got every right to be here.

I've got my papers to prove it.

You know what I think, Mr. Fabiani?

I think someone attacked you.

Sergeant, I told you. It was an accident.

And there is no complaint.

He gave me a stick.

If any of you come to this lady, I'd like to show it to you.

Ah, mine now.

Most photos?

The doctor's wife sent me a box of stuff.

I'd like to see them sometime.

You've not shown much interest so far.

Photos of Westerhall Bowie, I mean.

My mother and my grandmother.

You must have some photos of your own daughter.

Aye.

One or two.

Somewhere upstairs. I'm not sure where.

So you're doing strathclyre and miffing at your own farm?

It's not a personal story.

It's about the price of a dog or some tut that went to New Zealand.

And nothing about the folk that actually lived here.

It's about the land.

I just never really thought of it much before.

Not till you started working and all that.

I would like to see those photos.

I don't know if you heard about the shindig in the village.

Keep coming at a goat on deathbed.

Has he hurt?

There's no opened up for work this morning.

Time of the time.

What times?

The war.

The war's over.

Except to prayer.

Except. Except.

They left a hell of a mess behind.

Are you cold? Are you warm?

Mona Lisa.

Are you cold and lonely?

Lovely.

Mrs. Ritchie.

Good heavens.

I'd like him to be your husband. Is he around?

He's just checking the land. Maybe sometime.

I'll wait.

You're pernickety today, Balbuie. Well, I think what's making it's what the best

would. Heard about the eye -tie?

Aye, is he badly hurt?

Bad enough to shut up shop for a while.

I can understand a fair fight to set the score.

But not something like that.

Maybe there were reasons.

Reasons? That kind of violence has nothing to do with reason.

Nothing to do with Strathblare.

It's all the Kiwis from the town that behave like that.

You tell me.

Seen Kathleen this morning?

Why, looks like she walked into a door.

What's Kathleen?

I never touched her.

Keep on saying it, Billy.

Say it often enough and you might start to believe it.

Five bucks. No, three or six. The shop's been closed.

It was a social call, was it? No, it was business.

And you didn't see anybody else hanging around? Half the village was hanging

around, Sergeant. They were coming home from their work. Yeah, but you didn't

see anything odd like... No, I didn't. So, if you'll excuse me.

I haven't been on a horse for months.

I shan't be able to walk tomorrow.

Lucky I'm not lecturing. At least I can take tutorials sitting down.

You didn't discuss the loss of being indoors anyway.

You should bring your students out here.

I might do that sometime.

Seriously, I might.

Funny, isn't it?

I love this place more than any of the Mingys do.

Do you love Andrew Mingy?

Is it John?

No.

Well... Either it is or it isn't.

You really love John.

But he's gone now.

For goodness sake, Janet, I never... Laura, I don't mean forgetting.

What would John say if he saw you like this?

Tying yourself up in knots of indecision.

Spoiling your happiness.

And someone else's. It's Andrew who's indecisive.

Don't blame Andrew all the time. That's really not fair.

His parents finally take themselves off, and what do you do? Look for problems?

No.

What is this, Janet? I thought you'd see my point of view.

There is a problem, according to Andrew. My job's the problem.

Give him a chance.

He's worth it.

Well, hooray, an opinion at last. A decision. Can we call this a decision?

I suppose that's what was wrong.

I got so used to indecision, to waiting.

Now Andrew's back and taking over the estate.

Good time to say yes.

I've already said yes.

After all, we are engaged.

Then it's time to get married.

You're not getting any younger, little sister.

Oh, I'm three years younger than you.

Don't remind me.

If you recommend the state of marriage to me, it will not be enough.

I'm sorry I will not be able to do this now.

You can't do it now, sir. I'll take it to Grantham Ballinluig.

I need it right now.

Not in a week, not in a month.

What happened to you, anyway?

Oh, it was an accident.

Away and don't be daft.

Who's responsible for an accident like that?

Sorry, I haven't got your rake mended yet.

A rival in love, was it?

Or a business rival, maybe?

They said you were fooling yourself in the pub.

I will not be able to work with fire for a while.

Can I make you a cup of tea or something while I'm here?

Or coffee?

There's coffee upstairs on the stove.

You can have it.

Nothing on tick, mate.

You's enough already.

Hello, Kitty.

How are you?

Same as ever. Guy's fine.

Nor is he still poorly, is he?

Oh. He's out of a job.

Well, he's been off sick for so long they've laid him off.

Oh, I'm sorry to hear that.

Now, what can I get you?

I hope you weren't wanting to put it on the slate, Kitty. It's just that, well,

there's still quite a bit to be paid off. I will.

Kathleen will manage to pay some of that off tomorrow.

P .D.

That's good to hear, but still, I'm afraid, in the meantime... Oh, that's

you feel about it?

Just have to wait till Friday for my message, is he?

I'll, um... I'll have a quarter of tea and a pound of rolled oats and a half

pound of sugar for now.

I hope Norrie's on the mend.

So do I.

His temper's not much improved.

But we'll have a second wage coming into the house soon.

Kathleen's getting wed.

Oh, well, that's good news. To Billy Gibb, the young sawyer.

They'll be living with us after they're married, so that'll help with the rent.

And when's the wedding?

Oh, soon.

Aye.

Very soon.

Do you want some?

No.

Better than the bath, eh?

It's mine.

That's what makes it better.

Mine, so long as I stay in business.

How long will that take to heal?

Not long.

I have the rent to pay.

Why don't I cook you something to eat, eh? While I'm here.

You cannae do much with that hand.

Sure I can.

Well, it'll only take a minute.

Timmy, I don't want you to cook for me.

I... I can cook myself.

Don't worry.

I will not starve.

Not enough.

Positive.

Sometimes a negative result can prove to be an error. But positive means what it

says. Positive.

Were you planning on getting married, Kathleen?

Hello, Kathleen.

Looks like you could do with some witch hazel. Too late for remedies now,

Doctor. I've given other results.

Positive. You know, the best thing would be to talk to someone about all this.

Boyfriend?

Mother?

You can come and talk to me, of course.

Any time.

Why don't you come and see me soon, anyway?

Say, uh, Monday evening after surgery.

And I think you should bring your mother along as well.

Kathleen, did she know you might be pregnant?

I'll see you on Monday, then, eh?

Here you are now, Kathleen.

You ought to have left it to me, nurse, to tell her.

These things are better nipped in the bud, Mr. Fabiani, before something

serious happens.

Really serious?

For me, this is really serious.

I've got to leave him.

Hey!

All the more reason to lodge a complaint now.

No.

OK.

Alec Ritchie came to see you late that afternoon, around 5 .30. Hey, hey, I

know, I've checked.

You and Ritchie had a fight outside the pub several months ago.

I know, I've checked.

You've checked?

So what?

Alec and I had a fair fight in front of everyone.

Alec, not a coward.

Femi Robertson was in the village late on yesterday.

You used to be her ornament at Carnbine.

You've checked?

Mm -hm.

Have you met Miss Robertson?

No, not yet.

Well, she's a very independent woman, but she's not a coward either.

But she had just lost an ornament at short notice.

Also, she's very honourable and honest. Oh, come on. You can never tell where

women are concerned.

Yes, bravo. And she's a woman.

And no woman ever got the better out of Umberto.

Uh -huh.

Somebody did.

God, your eye, Kath.

It's gone worse since breakfast.

Still, they always get worse before they get better.

Well?

I'm pregnant.

I'll marry you then.

You'll hope to.

No, he won't.

I've got to get back to work.

What were you and Billy Fane about last night?

There wasn't any Fane.

He hit me, that's all.

I wouldn't clout you for nothing.

What have you been up to? Nothing.

You'd better watch out, Lady Mercury. I'll leave you high and dry, bairn or no

bairn. Maybe I'll leave him.

Maybe I'll marry someone else. Aye, and pigs might fly.

What has got into you all of a sudden?

Don't mess things up now, you wee bism.

It's all arranged.

You and Billy are going to help with the rent.

Kath, Billy's the only one who'll make an honest woman of you now.

Two hours off your wages, Kath. Take it as a warning if you want to keep your

job.

Oh, Amy.

Robert's not back yet.

I was hoping he'd do me a favour.

I need someone to feed him a beast on Friday.

To go to a funeral in Perth.

Uncle Heggie.

I can't say I mind him.

I didn't mind him much myself.

But I didn't have much family, so I'd better go.

I didn't think Robert would mind helping out.

No, no.

Well, will he be long?

Well... You can come in and wait if you like.

What's all this?

Oh, just bits and pieces.

Is that Lynne?

Balboa, Lynne. You mind her, do you? Of course.

She's Mary's favourite.

And mine.

She can run like a greyhound.

She's never won the trials, though.

No. The trials were just a game. She knew that.

The real work was out there on the hill every day.

Mary was fierce setting her winning that shield for your mantle.

She knew how much you wanted it.

Ling's offspring won them.

Shields, cups, the lot.

Is that Mary?

No.

Her mother.

Has Robert seen this?

Not yet.

You'll show it to him, though.

That's why I fetched it down.

You'll ask Robert to look in and have a word with me before Friday.

I'll tell him.

Sergeant!

What can I get you? Nothing, thank you, Mr. Forbes. I just wanted to order Mr.

Grant here.

Oh, aye.

Brisket of beef.

Mr. Forbes's order.

Thank you.

You'll probably need the stick for a while, and I advise you to keep up with

exercises.

And the verdict?

I haven't written my report, Major.

Not yet.

But you know what you're going to say.

Yes.

You won't be seeing any more active service.

Of course, that's not official.

But I can assure you, Major, that much is absolutely certain.

Well? Farewell to the army.

Definitely.

Farewell to active service, anyway. The rest will be a formality.

Oh, Andrew, that's wonderful.

I'm so glad, so very glad.

Well, I would have resigned my commission in any case. You must have

that.

I just want to be with you, Flora.

Here at Strathblair, do you mean?

What is it? You don't look totally convinced.

Strathblair is also my job.

Yes, I do realise that.

So you accept your wife will also be your factor?

I dare say I shall get used to it.

Afternoon. What will you be wanting today, then, Mrs Ritchie?

A little baking powder and some salt, thank you.

You heard about the trouble down at the Old Smitty?

Yes.

Nasty business.

Yes.

Borrow a chocolate, please.

Mr Ritchie was in the village at the time, I believe.

Yes, and some onions, about a pound, thank you.

He didn't see anything.

Anyone suspicious?

No, I'm afraid he didn't.

Oh, I've forgotten the eggs. I shall be right back.

It'd be nice if you put in a full day's work tomorrow, Gatling.

You want a full day's pay?

Gatling. What?

She's no damn fine, what?

What did he say?

The doctor?

Nothing.

It wasn't the doctor, it was the nurse.

All right, what did she say then?

She said I might be pregnant, and I might not.

I'll have to take the test again.

Oh, for Pete's sake.

What is it to you? Can't they get that right first time?

I'll come away home.

Why not?

It's the rural.

Mother will be in a hurry to get out.

And I'll have to go with her.

I'll always go with her.

You know that.

My, do we look posh?

Just a bit more, isn't it?

Yeah, of course not.

I bet you'd have poshed up a bit more myself.

So you went in for the competition?

But of course.

Mum, let's see.

Well, mine never rise when there's an east wind.

Looks right under the back door and over the stove.

Did you bring a cup?

Great. I forget.

I brought two just in case. Even the president has to bring her own cup, you

know. Here, please.

So it gives me great pleasure to welcome Mrs. Wilson, who has come all the way

from Kinroth to be with us here tonight.

Later on, she will be judging our competitions, both the housewives and

crafts, something she is supremely qualified to do, because as many of you

already know, Mrs.

Wilson... has judged at the Highland Show's handcraft exhibition regularly

many years.

Her expertise covers a wide range of crafts, embroidery, knitting, crochet,

and also upholstery.

And I am proud to see such a fine turnout of Victoria Sponges in our

housewives. But first and foremost, she is going to show us... How to make a

footstool as lovely as the one we have here.

Mrs. Wilson.

Mrs. President, ladies, thank you.

It's a great pleasure to be here in Strathclyde this evening.

Especially as I'll have the pleasure of tasting your victorious sponges.

But first, I'd like to show you how to make one of these wee footstools.

Robust. useful and decorative.

Moreover, they cost virtually nothing to make.

Not so long as you and your family are eating plenty of syrup tart.

Who did this?

It was a door. I walked into a door.

Yes, me too, eh?

You want some coffee?

Who was it, Umberto?

No, I can't tell you that. Please, I won't tell anyone. I just need to know.

It's better to say nothing. Otherwise, there might be a lot more trouble.

Sergeant Curry has been asking everyone about you.

Has he been here?

Oh, yes.

What did you tell him?

Nothing. I told you, Kathleen.

I can't say nothing.

I'm just so scared that he comes to our house to ask questions.

What about your face?

Catherine, you did nothing wrong.

Tell the sergeant to go and mind his own business, eh?

I think I'd better come back for that one.

Of course you could make one for me.

I'm not good with my hands.

See me.

You can lamb a ewe and you can slate a roof. You can surely make a wee poofy

like this.

Could we? There's nothing to it.

Kitty Crow hasn't made a sponge.

Other things I never know.

Where do you come from in Italy, Umberto?

Atti. Where's that?

Nettorino. Is it a town or a village?

A villager.

I'd love to go to Italy.

I've never been anywhere.

I'm so sick of Strathblair.

Don't you ever want to go back to Italy? Don't you ever want to go home?

No, I... It's a long time since I was in Italy.

No. Have you been to Glasgow ever?

No. Would you like to go to Glasgow?

I mean, it's not very far.

Kathleen, I have my home here now. I have my business.

I'm not moving.

Mercy, Kitty.

Are you all right?

Have you had something to eat?

Here. You'll have to. It was my turn to bake this one.

Oh, well.

All right, then.

Thank you, Margaret.

I heard he closed his workshop.

I wonder for how long.

I always wanted to ask him about a new gate.

A gate?

You don't need a new gate, do you? Well, no.

It would cost something.

But it's not hard to ask him.

Just calling in to ask about the price.

Aye.

Need to look around for some extra syrup tins, though.

Do you make syrup tart?

No, not for myself.

My Jim's not very keen on syrup tart.

Has that new sergeant been spying on you too, Jenny?

I thought he might be.

After Alex's bike being parked outside the smiddy yesterday.

Oh, Jenny, right. She's been paying visits to the smiddy herself, though.

Haven't you, Jenny?

Yes, I have.

Your Alex had a go at Umberto before.

For much the same reason, I suppose.

For what sort of reasons?

What are you suggesting?

Oh, well, there's no smoke without fire. There's no smoke at all.

Not from our fireplace, anyway.

There's plenty of fire in the kitchen.

I was there on business.

As my husband was there on business. We're both very busy people.

We don't have time for whatever it is that you're suggesting.

And what... are you suggesting anyway, Eileen White?

Adultery? Or grievous bodily harm? Or both?

Ladies, ladies, attention please.

Resume your seats as I call on Mrs. Wilson to give us the results of the

Victoria Sponge competition.

This is Eileen whiter than white.

Casting this version so... When I think of all the things that Femi's told me

about her... Well, that'll teach you to call in an Umberto the Flirto.

Oh.

Well, you called in on him yesterday, didn't you?

Just checking.

Reassuring myself he hadn't any designs on my wife.

You are crazy.

Crazy about you.

Your moustache.

Goodbye, Major Mingus.

Garfield!

Garfield!

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Come on!

No!

What a funny guy you are.

You're in your mind. Do you hear?

What are you going to do there?

Mr. Fabiani, just a couple more questions.

I understand you know a young lass called Kathleen Crowe.

So?

She's a friend of yours.

She works here at the butcher's. I believe there may be a connection

Miss Crowe and your injuries.

Sergeant Carey, I'm going to tell you all I know.

Everything.

Then, that is the finish of this story, okay?

Mm -hmm.

I'm working at the fire.

I fall on top of the poker.

I hurt my head, my hand.

And then this policeman comes and asks me questions.

He stops me in the street and asks me questions.

He comes and knocks at my door.

So, I will have to go to Perth, to the head police station, and make a

complaint about this policeman.

Because he bothers me.

He bothers me more than this.

Did I make myself clear?

Huh?

All right.

That's the way you want it.

Yes.

You're making a mistake.

Goodbye, Sergeant Curry.

Sounds like somebody needs the services of an expert mechanic.

Don't look at me.

Way too busy.

You did a good job, Jenny.

I'm proud of you.

Mind you, I was always proud of you anyhow.