All language subtitles for Monarch Of The Glen s01e03.eng

Justine.

Did you sleep
all right?

- Eventually, thanks.
- I missed you.

Come back to bed.

Are you sure?

I'm sorry, there's
no need to quarrel,

Especially when I've
come all this way.

I only wanted to know who was
looking after the restaurant.

What?

You're asking me who's
looking after the restaurant?

I just meant-

( sighing )
it's okay.

Let's just
forget about it.

Let's just...
( sighs )

Yeah, let's.

Archie: We make a right pair, don't we?

Justine: A good pair, I thought.

Let's make the most
of the next couple of days, huh?

I'd like that.

Just the two of us.

( clears throat )

Sorry.
You've got visitors.

Who is it?

Julie Andrews
and the Von Trapp family.

( theme music playing )

- Just hold that there.
- Katrina.

Good morning.

Shona...

Mr. MacDonald,

We'd like to thank you,
on behalf of the school,

For your generosity

In donating land
for our new gym,

Which will be
a valuable resource

For the whole community
of Glenbogle.

Why, thank you.

- That's you wearing a kilt.
- All right.

Thanks.

I'm sorry we got off
on the wrong foot.

And I was thinking,

If you really want a hand
with the estate accounts,

I'd be happy to help out...
Until you got someone better.

No, no, you'd be great.
I'll take you up on that.

Okay kids, say goodbye
to Mr. MacDonald.

All:
Goodbye, Mr. MacDonald.

Goodbye.
Thank you.

Thanks,
that was really nice.

Archie?

Oh, sweetheart,
I was just-

I thought you
were never coming.

Morning.

Aren't you going
to introduce me?

Oh, right. Um...

Justine, this is Katrina.
Katrina, Justine.

Hi.

So, what are you two
going to do today?

- Hunting? Fishing?
- Definitely not.

The business with the hook,
in the fish's mouth.

Actually, I thought
we'd just hang out together.

Hang what out?

Take no notice
of my husband, Justine.

He's a very rude man.

Quality time.
You know.

Is this-

...Porridge.

Is it gluten free?

( sighs )

Archie: Justine, are you
sure about those shoes?

No, but I certainly
wasn't putting my feet

Into your dad's
old wellies.

They can go for a walk
on their own.

Oh, aren't they
sweet, Hector?

Do you remember when
we were like that,

Star-crossed
young lovers?

Molly, please,
act your age.

Why don't we hang out
together? Just like them?

Well why? What would
be the point of that?

What do you think
of her, then?

A bit gothic.

A bit forbidding.

A bit of a monstrosity.

Monstrosity?

I can see you're
very attached to it.

You must admit, it is like
the house in "Psycho. "

Remind me not
to have a shower.

That's all right,
'cause there aren't any.

Not just yet, anyway.

Now, who's that, then?

What's he up to?

Hector:
Morning, boys.

Long time, no see.
A bit busy, then?

Quiet of late, sir.

Since we finished
the nuclear power plant.

Right, jolly good.
I'll lead on, then.

Just wait here,
will you, Justine?

- I'll be back in a minute.
- Archie!?

Where are you going?
I want to talk to you!

( insects buzzing )

Ooh-ugh.

Biting things!

Man:
Eight foot...

Four inches.

I've never understood
this modern obsession

For having a lavatory
within five feet of the bed.

Weak bladder,
weak mind.

Quite.

- What's going on?
- MacSween brothers, Archie.

Probably last saw the boy
in short trousers.

Aye.

Father, can I have a word?

Yeah.

Archie!

What are
you doing?

You said we needed builders
to tart the place up

For your precious paying guests.
So I telephoned the MacSweens.

- But father- - I thought you'd
be pleased. It's what you wanted.

Well, yes but...
Are they any good?

- They're very reasonable.
- They're not, are they?

Don't tell me they're the
ones that did the rewiring?

Their family has done all the
maintenance on the house since the war.

Good heavens. Their great
grandfather built it.

I was going to get
a firm in from Inverness,

Edinburgh even,
somewhere with a bit more-

One thing about
being the Laird,

You spend close to home,
support local people.

That way, you keep
the peace, all right?

Very well.
One condition.

I'm in charge.
I supervise everything.

All right.

- Golly?
- Uh-huh.

Can I ask
you something?

Wish you would. You've been
building up to it all day.

Well, the thing is,

I've got two tickets
to the ball.

Ach, that's awful
sweet of you, Duncan,

But, I have to wash
the dogs tomorrow night.

No.

- The thing is-
- you want to take Lexie,

But you don't know how
to ask her.

How did you know that?

Just tell her
you want to take her.

But how?

Oh, Duncan, Duncan,
Duncan.

Just tell her
that she's...

The bonniest lass
north of Perth

And you want to prove it
by taking her

To the premier event
in Scotland's social calendar.

Right.

Okay.

That's it.

Hello? It's me.

Are we on, then?

Ooh, you terrible man.

I feel wonderfully
conspiratorial.

See you in a trice.

� I feel pretty �

� oh, so pretty
I feel pretty- �

You look it.

Thank you.
What's an old maid to do?

Are you going out?

- Yes, dear.
- You go out Fridays.

Poodle 'round
Inverness fridays.

- I know.
- Today isn't Friday.

Where would we be without your
razor-like intelligence, dear?

( door closes )

Now, this is important.

Not this room, okay?

- Not this room.
- I'll put a cross on it.

- Blasphemy.
- Sideways cross.

- All right?
- Nothing that a hot bath

And some hydrocortizone
won't fix.

Right.

These five bedrooms,
right here...

( car honks )

Ah, that shocked ya
right enough, eh?

Geordie, what's this?
Is it new?

A gambling debt.

It was either this,
or a full set of broken fingers.

How thrilling.
You're joking?

That's the thing
with Geordie McCann,

You never quite know.
She's a beauty, eh?

- Ohh.
- And look, shoes to match.

Oh, my.

Leather. Italian.

- Hand-tooled.
- They look it.

You've got to hand it
to the Italians,

They know about style.

What can I say, Geordie?
You've done it again.

Lexie?

What are you... Doing?

Nothing fancy.

Just a leg of mince.

You won't be cooking
tomorrow night.

It's my night off too.

What do you want me
to do, bake you a cake?

It's the Glenbogle Ball.
Would you-

Would you like
to come with me?

With you?

Why would
I want to do that?

Because you're the bonniest
lass north of Perth,

And I want to prove it
by taking you

To the premier event
in Scotland's social calendar.

Oh, I see.

- Did you get that guff from Golly?
- No.

Um... Yes.

Right.

Okay.

- What?
- I'll come with you.

Oh, right.

Yes!

Every single time, Lewis.

Do I have to show you
everything?

You do the humpin',
I'll do the thinkin'

Archie?

- You're great at that.
- Brothers...

Who needs 'em.

Archie?

- Hector: Who's there?
- It's me.

Hector:
Who's that?

Oh, it's you.

I was looking for Archie,
and I found his old room.

- It's Jamie's.
- Jamie?

Archie's brother.

Brother?
I never knew he had-

He died, some years ago.

I'm very sorry.

Look,
this is private.

No one comes in here
except Molly and me.

I didn't mean to intrude.

There's really nothing much
to see, anyways.

It's just full of...

Old things.

Sorry.

Who did that?

Damn useless.

Archie, do you know
why I came up here?

To ravish my body?

Would be nice
to get the chance.

I came to see what
you were doing here,

And if you
were coming back.

- Of course I'm coming back.
- Are you?

Justine, there's things to be done here
- the renovation.

I've got to get a
business structure sorted.

But, it won't
take long.

We'll soon
be together again.

You never told me
about Jamie, either.

What happened?

It's a long story.

I'll tell you
another time, okay?

Right.

Tell me about
Katrina, then.

Katrina?

Archie?!

Justine,
they're only sheep.

What about when you get

Foot and mouth,
and Lyme's disease?

- Ooh.
- Justine.

- ( bleating )
- Git, git.

- Morning.
- All right?

It's okay, love. Their baas
are worse than their bite.

( chuckling )

( whimpers )

( car approaches )

( door closes )

Molly:
Thank you, darling.

I had a wonderful time.

Did ya, duchess?

And thank you
for the tips.

Archie and Justine

Didn't sleep together
last night.

He slept there.

I'm sure that's nobody's
business but theirs, Lexie.

Really?

Come to take him back
to London, you know?

And we can't
have that.

He's our Archie,
isn't he?

This is very good of you. I really
think we ought to pay you something.

I wouldn't hear of it.

Destroy your political cred, would it?

Doing Laird's accounts as
well as taking his money?

You could do
a lot more with it

Than spend it on me,
you know?

I might,
if I had any.

Someone like yourself with energy
and a sense of responsibility-

A radical Laird.

There's so much
to be done here

For the community.

People like you and me
should work together.

( floor creaks )

Justine.

You feeling better?

Marginally.

Hello, again.

How 'bout some tea?

Where are they?

In the library.

You know,
where I come from,

Only drug dealers drive
foxy vehicles like that.

Oh, well. Can't stand
around gossiping all day.

I'm in a pickle
in a stew.

I'm here to throw myself
on your charity and generosity.

You are jesting.
You're as rich as Croesus.

Whatever's the matter,
Kilwillie?

I've done a deal with these
Fujiyama car people,

For them to take over my place
for three days,

So they can show
their latest model to the press.

I've got 50 journalists
coming to get wined and dined

And play "Damon Hill"
on the mountain roads.

What a great way
to diversify income.

Molly: So?

They were due to come
the day after tomorrow.

But they've just rung up today and
said now they want to come tomorrow-

Put on a special dinner
in the evening.

- But tomorrow night's the ball.
- I know.

It's obvious
what you must do, Kilwillie.

Tell them to take a running
jump into Yokohama Bay.

Kilwillie:
I can't, old man.

They've given me 50 grand
and a brand new motor,

And... I want them
to come back next year.

I warned you.

This is exactly the kind
of curse you call upon your head

When you sign a compact
with the devil commerce.

Be realistic, father. Kilwillie's
doing exactly what he has to.

So, when you said you were throwing
yourself on our thingammies...

Well,
I was just wondering-

Oh, no!

If you could possibly
see your way to-

Absolutely
and definitely not!

But you always used to have
the ball here until Jamie-

It's too much to ask,
Kilwillie.

One day's notice,
the dust.

The thing is, we've got
the builders in.

Well,
sort of builders.

Oh, dear.

Katrina: But you can't cancel the ball.

The whole community's
looking forward to it so much.

- ( sighs )
- I'm sorry, we're going to have to say no.

Hang on.
I could do it.

What?

With everyone's help.

- Justine.
- Come on.

We run a restaurant.

I used to organize
events just like this.

It's a piece of cake,
provided you've got leadership.

Oh, I say.

Now listen here...

Let's start
with the basics.

Okay,

Nice space.

The dancing could be
here. There's a band?

Kind of secondhand
Jimmy Shand.

Band will go there.

Food in the dining room,
bar in the library.

- There's outside caterers?
- What a marvelous girl.

Justine: I'll give them
a call in the morning,

Sort out the other
details then.

If you really think
you can do it.

I wash my hands
of the whole business.

She's completely marvelous.

Okay, then, why not?

If everyone
pitches in.

Maybe Katrina can
help me tomorrow?

Me?

For the sake
of the community.

After all, there's
so much to be done here.

People like you and me
should work together.

( sheep bleating )

Katrina:
Who's that?

It's me.

Who's me?

Me, you daft gowk.

Alan.

Make yourself at home,
why don't you?

Doing my best.

Got any hobnobs?

You really take the
biscuit, you know that?

What are
you doing here?

Fact-finding mission.

New policy document
on agriculture,

The plight of crofters
and tenant farmers.

So the party sends
its spin doctor-in-chief

And he just happens
to come to my glen.

Smells fishy to me.

Any chance of a bed
for a weary traveler?

I'll get you a pillow
for the sofa.

( thuds )

Oh, Hector,
what can I do for you?

Who were you gallivanting
with this afternoon?

Just a friend.

We don't have any friends
who own off-white Rolls Royces.

We don't, but I do.

Who is he?

His name is Geordie.
He's my bookie.

Your what?

My turf accountant.

Good god.

What do you
get up to together?

Well, what do you think?

You are shameless.
I don't know what to say to you.

Tell me I'm a jezebel.

I've always wanted
to be called that.

( Molly laughs )

This must cease
with immediate effect.

- Do you understand?
- Oh, don't be so stuffy.

We're just good friends.

Aren't you staying?

I'm going to my room...

To consider my position.

- ( metallic clang )
- Hector: Aah!

Are you all right?

Blasted builders!

- ( chuckles )
- ( door slams )

I'm so sorry.

Perhaps you'd prefer it
if I retrieved your stick?

Sometimes I wonder what
the point of you two is.

( deep sigh )

Can't see it.
Can you?

Just wood.

I've decided.

This was a tick.
Cross was down there.

Well, let's
get to work.

Hey, teach.

Off to indoctrinate
young minds, are you?

Ha, you should
have your own show.

Anyway, it's Saturday,

You, whose finger's
on the nation's pulse.

Can I buy you
dinner tonight,

For old times' sake?

Which old times
would they be?

The time I found you in bed
with somebody else?

Come on, where did you
sleep last night,

The knife drawer?

Life's too short
for this.

I'm out tonight.

I do have a social life.

Where are you going?

If you must know,

I'm going to a ball,
at Glenbogle House.

A ball?! My, my.

Aren't you
the social climber?

( door slams )

Molly, these
are beautiful.

I stopped buying
clothes years ago,

When the money
ran out.

I don't even buy
knickers any more.

Really? So...?

I just don't
bother wearing them.

Molly.

It's wonderful.
I do recommend it.

It's rather
a splendid thing,

Making sensual discoveries
at my time of life.

Oh, this is exquisite.

Mind you, I don't
think Hector's noticed.

Givenchy, 1959.

Oh, this is sweet, too.

Dior, 1963.

Oh, and I had this made
for Jamie's christening.

I can still get into it, you know.

Molly, you are a marvel.

No, I'm not.

Oh, you are sweet.

I'd like to see
some photos

Of Jamie and Archie
when they were little.

So would I.
We have some of Archie,

But the best ones of Jamie
disappeared years ago.

No.

Such a pity, they just
sort of got lost.

So, which one
is it to be?

( bleating )

Morning.

Taking the beasts
to market?

Taking them walkies,
you mean.

Different pasture every day.
It's not good for them, you know.

I'm trying
to fatten them up,

Not put 'em through
a Jane Fonda exercise course.

Have you got a problem?

Landlord-type problem.

Toffee-nosed git
called Kilwillie.

You're a shepherd...
From Liverpool?

Birkenhead.
Something wrong with that?

Not at all.

I embrace the vision
of the new Scotland

Being a healthy,
multicultural and...

Truly modern society.

So, what's this
about your landlord?

No, nothing fancy.

Just all
the regular numbers.

( footsteps )

Okay, great.

Thanks a lot.
Bye.

Katrina,
how are you getting on?

Managed to sort out
the band yet?

It wasn't easy, but I
managed it in the end.

I'm just doing
the accounts now.

So kind of you
to help Archie out

Until he gets
some professional help.

What- what the hell
are you doing?!

This room
must never be touched!

- Mr. Hector...
- What's happening?

- The boys, they've done the wrong room.
- The cross had gone.

- What?
- Ticks and crosses, all gone.

- You clowns! Our son's room!
- Come on, Hector.

I want this room
exactly as you found it.

You were supposed
to be in charge.

"I'll supervise it all,"
you said. The old story.

- Why is it you always let me down?
- Come on, come away.

We found something.

The skirting
by the fireplace was loose.

Someone must have hid it
years back.

"J.M."
it must have been Jamie.

What is it?

They found this
in Jamie's room.

Archie?

( door slams )

Golly: Eh...

Come with me, lass.

There's something
you should know.

Molly:
All his old things.

School reports.

Golly: Jamie was the
older of the two boys.

Good at everything
he touched.

He could shoot
better than me,

Fish better
than his father.

Wasn't short
of brains neither.

The golden boy.

It wasn't easy for Archie
to live up to him,

Especially when he
knew how much...

Hector doted on Jamie.

But... Archie didn't
resent him.

He couldn't.

What happened?

Ah, well...
One summer,

Archie was 14,

Jamie 18, about
to go to Oxford,

And they came
out here one day

In Hector's
old dinghy.

Calm as a millpond.

Then Archie...

Started acting the goat.

Leaping up and down
in the prow.

The top and the bottom
was he capsized the thing.

So in they went,

Which was not a problem
as they could both...

Swim like fishes.
But...

They had a dog with them,

Hector's old labrador,
and she-

She panicked
and went under.

Now Jamie took a mouthful
of air and swam after her,

Just as Archie
was climbing on to the boat.

And...

He never came back up.

Yeah.
The police divers

Found him
six hours later,

Caught up in the weeds
by that inlet there.

You know something?

It was the day
of the Glenbogle Ball.

I had to stand out front,

Receive all these folk
in their finery-

Explain what had happened
over and over again.

Molly cried for a year.

Hector never shed a tear,
so she said.

As for Archie
and his father, well...

How could things
ever be the same again?

I'm, uh,

Glad we found
these old things.

It's good to have them.

Dear boy.

When will I be
free of it, mother?

Archie, get on
with your life.

Take your girl
to the ball.

Be happy.

Come on, Lewis.

Come on.

Here, boys.
It wasn't your fault.

Thanks, ma'am.

( chattering workmen )

Archie, I...

Come on, I'll
give you a lift.

What can I say
to you, Archie?

Only that I'm sorry.

My mother says
"Get on with your life, Archie,"

But sometimes... I don't know
what my life is, you know?

It's not just you
wondering that.

I know.
I'm so privileged, but-

( deep sigh )

Thanks, Katrina.

Listen, I'd better go.
The ball.

( car door closes )

( car starts )

So, that's the Laird
of Glenbogle.

The dashing
young dinosaur.

At least he's trying
to evolve.

Unlike some.

( cabinet slams )

( chuckling )

( music playing )

Those chaps
all right?

They seem to be murdering
a perfectly good tune.

Oh, lovely,
my dear,

You look lovely.

Back in a minute.

Back in a kilt, I hope?

Mr. And Mrs.
David Muir.

First guests,
get in line.

Oh, my boy.

Check him out.

Straight off
a shortbread tin.

What are you doing?

Well done.

Almost got rid of the
stench of deer guts.

You're such bricks.

Um, this is,
er, mister-

These are two gentlemen
from Fujiyama.

Ah.

And, er, they're both very
anxious to know

- What a Caledonian ball is really like.
- Ah.

Ooh! Archie!

Kilwillie's daughter,
Flora.

The two old fellas
always dreamed about it-

Uniting two
ancient bloodlines...

With Laurel
and Hardy there.

Mr. Geordie McCann.

Ah, you'll be
the husband then?

Allegedly.

Well, duchess,
may I have the pleasure?

Don't worry about me.

I'm only a cripple anyway.

Kilwillie, I need
the stiffest drink

This side
of the Arctic.

Come on,
Ginger Rogers.

Strut your stuff.

Lewis: Our father
would choke in his grave

If he could see us now...

In a house of dissolution.

Among devil's cavortings

And godless Sassenachs.

Lewis, you're my brother
and my partner,

But you're
a pure blind bigot.

Here, give us
another dram.

Hello, lass.

Hi.

You look the part.

I don't feel it.

Miss Katrina Finlay.

Katrina.

Everything okay?

What a sweet
little dress.

Does wonders for you.

Just goes to show what
a bit of color will do.

Thank you, Justine.

I suppose you'd
know all about that

With your complexion.

Right, boys.

Ready for a spot
of direct action?

What, like chinning
the little git?

That's too easy.

The way to get at folk,
like this Kilwillie,

Is to embarrass him in front
of his social peers.

So, I see...
You brought the, er-

( sheep bleating,
blends into bagpipes)

( bagpipes softer )

Macsween: Can you not
hear other pipes? Far away?

Like the ghosts
of a battle...

Fought and lost,
long ago.

Ah, you've
no poetry in you.

Lachie,

You're my brother
and my partner,

But I hate your guts.

( bagpipes stop )

Ahh.

Oh, hello.

Could I have one of those?

You disapprove
of women drinking whisky?

Only if they
don't really like it

And are just
trying to make a point.

Then it's a sad waste.

Ah, not apparently
on this occasion.

You disapprove of me though,
don't you, Hector?

Just for the record-

I approve of you.

You say what you think.

And... I'm sorry
about Jamie.

Why should you be sorry?
You never knew him.

No, but...

His death still hurts
someone I care about,

So I'm sorry.

And, I understand a little.

I once lost a child.

A miscarriage.

Years ago.

Even Archie doesn't know.

The world is never
the same again, is it?

No.

So... You want to marry
my son, do you?

I don't give a damn
about marrying him.

I'd like to go on
living with him.

I'd like to have
children with him.

Would you now?

If that's what he wants.

I'm not sure that he does.

Ah.

Justine, you know,

You're not actually
such a bad chap.

( door opens )

There you are, child.

Will you...

Come and have
a canter with me?

( door closes )

( sheep bleating )

Archie MacDonald.

A dinosaur about
to become extinct.

Oh, there you are.

Hector: Aye.

If you're looking
for Justine,

She's having her feet
flattened by Kilwillie.

I know.

Everything all right
between you two?

I don't know.

Hmm.

Your mother still dancing
with that bookie fella?

Yes.

Everything all right
between you two?

I don't know.

Have a drink.

Women, eh?

Indeed.

Well, I'm glad
we agree about something.

Where have
you been?

Come on.

No, Flora, I can't.
Thank you.

Are you
all right?

They seem to be
playing our song.

Thursday afternoons.

Miss MacPherson.

Smelly socks
and overcooked cabbage.

I used to hate
that lesson.

Scottish
country dancing.

You never had
the right partner.

Maureen MacLeod
always nabbed you.

It's a fine ball,
old man.

Are you all right?

Every man has his
breaking point, Kilwillie.

Right.

You want plumbing?

You'll get
bloody plumbing.

The windows of heaven
were opened...

And there was rain
upon the earth.

Katrina: Thanks for that, Archie.

In the olden days
chiefs like Archie

Could do what they want
with their kinsmen's women.

Sowed more seeds
than a Massey Ferguson.

No wonder we kept
losing to the English.

Ooh, Duncan!
Ha, ha.

So who is
this Alan chap?

Katrina, perhaps you'd like
to take a look at the buffet,

Make sure they don't
run out of chicken legs?

Justine, I think maybe you're the
expert in the chicken legs department.

Now, come on, girls,
let's just be friends.

- Keep out of this!
- Shut up!

Wonderful. Now I must
go and find Hector.

I thought your first duty
was to your guests?

You're a lovely man,
Geordie,

An even lovelier bookie.

But Hector, you see,
he's my husband.

Ach, you're
wasted on him.

Unhand my wife, sir!

Hector,
don't be so stupid.

I demand you stop
this malarkey right now.

Don't be daft,
old timer.

You, sir, are
an appalling little oik!

Hector!

Father.

( sheep bleating )

( screaming )

Ooh!

Lord Kilwillie,

While you're here
enjoying yourself,

Your tenants and their
stock are suffering.

You're a parasite
and a leech,

And decent folk
want you out.

- Out, out
- out, out.

Just get out!
Get out!

Baa.

( screaming )

No, right, come on,
over here.

Whoa... Lexie!

( sarcastically )
ha, ha.

Wild party, old man.

Katrina...

Katrina...

Katrina, come on.

Good night, Justine. I hope you
enjoyed our little entertainment.

Hector:
Good night, Jamie.

Father,

I'm not Jamie.

I never was.

I never will be.

I'm me.
My name is Archie, okay?

Your... rebuke...
is merited.

I apologize to you.

I'll say good night.

Sleep well, Justine.

I'm leaving in the morning.
Are you coming?

Justine, I can't.
You know I can't.

The building work,
the house, everything.

It's not that.
You know, I know.

There are things
to be settled.

But they're all in here.

I'm right, aren't I?

Okay.

So, I'll wait for you.

- Thanks.
- But not forever.

I love you, Archie,

But I won't wait forever.

And stay away from Katrina
or I'll kill you.

Hector: I don't want you to
see that bookie fella again,

- Do you hear me?
- Don't be absurd, Hector.

- He's my friend.
- I forbid it.

Well, I shall just
have to defy you then.

Oh, Molly.

After all we've
been through together.

I care for you!

You care more for your
terriers than you do for me.

I need you.
I love you.

Well, if you do,

Perhaps the lesson of tonight's
horribly embarrassing,

But in its way,
rather wonderful scene,

Is that you need to show it
rather more.

I'll say good night.

Won't you stay a little?

You looked so wonderful
in that frock tonight.

Is it new?

It was...
A quarter of a century ago.

( Hector laughing )

Hector:
Darling.

( kissing noises )

( Hector laughs )

( Molly giggles )

Molly: Take that wicked
smile off your face.

Hector:
No, I won't.

( laughing )

( theme music playing )

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