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[orchestral version of Scottish tune
"White Heather" plays]

[man whistles tune to "White Heather"]

[seagulls calling]

Take it easy.
What d'you wanna do? Ruin 'em?

Hey, Ernie, can you hear me?

I still can't get you.

How much longer?

Couple of minutes.

- Anything coming through there?
- Uh-uh, still on the Fritz.

Oh, it's ten to one we've got another dud.

Wait a minute.

Here he comes.

Okay, Ernie, it's tungsten all right,
but how much is there?

The hold's full and it's brimming over!

- Well?
- Just a minute.

That's the lowest we'll clear.

Say, that's not bad, it's not bad at all.
You sure that's the minimum?

Sure, I'm sure. Tungsten is
tungsten and salvage is salvage.

- What are you doing?
- Division.

- Of what?
- Wait a minute.

That'll be my split on the bottom, right?

Sure.

What would you give for
my share in this outfit?

- Ship, cargo, charts, the works.
- You must be out of your mind.

You'd wanna quit now when
we've just made our first strike?

Make me an offer.

Well...

Eighteen G's.

Eighteen G's? With my cut of the tungsten,
that'll be about 30,000 bucks.

- Okay, it's a deal.
- I don't get it.

Hey, we've been hanging around
Florida waters for months.

Now we're all set to make
real dough, you want to quit.

Look, when I came out of the navy,

I figured salvage was the best way
to make 25 grand fast.

Well, maybe four years
isn't setting any records, but...

What are you gonna do with it?

I'm going to take a trip, to Europe.

What's the matter? Europe will still be
there in a couple of years from now.

You think so?
Well, I'm not waiting that long.

You're not going to tell me it's a dame?

Sami, I ain't going to tell you anything.

[announcer] Pan American Flight 100...

- Only going to England?
- That's all.

How long do you expect to be
staying in England, sir?

Just a couple of weeks.

Thank you.

[regal music plays]

- How much?
- Seven and six.

Seven and six is thirteen.
You mean, six shillings and seven pence?

I don't. I mean seven shillings and
six pence. Three half-crowns will do it.

Oh, I'm sorry, I've only been here
a week and I haven't caught on yet.

- Is that right?
- Well, that's the fare.

- How's that?
- Hail Columbus!

Ah, tea, good.

Thank you.

May I come in?

Um... Mr Douglas, certainly.

Yes, I did say eleven o'clock, didn't I?

Take a seat, will you?

[telephone rings]

Fairbairn here.

[man]What happened about
the Holroyd insurance?

What?

The compensation for
that accident at Greenwich.

Oh, the Holroyd papers?

Yes, I finished those last night.
They're on their way round to you now.

Anything for me today, Colonel?

Well, yes, as a matter of fact there is.

Sorry to have been so long about it,
but I did say a week, didn't I?

Now, you wanted the present address...

of a fellow called Smithers,
Alfred Smithers.

Providing he's the same Smithers
who was in the Commandos.

Yes, this is the chap all right.

But you won't be able
to get in touch with him.

He died a couple of months ago.

Results of old wounds apparently.

- He died, but I...
- Sorry. Nothing I can do about it though.

Now, wait a minute.

There is something you can do.

You can put me in touch with somebody
else, anybody who was in that same unit.

You will have to take that sort of thing up
with the Inquiries Department, I'm afraid.

You mean, weave through
all that red tape again?

Why, for the love of Mike?

Regulations, you know.

Why don't you come out and say you don't
want to do any more than you have to?

I shouldn't have blown my top like that.
I apologise.

Perfectly all right, Mr Douglas.

What I ought to have done was go ahead and
explain why this thing is so important to me.

You see, it's really about
my younger brother.

[telephone rings]

Fairbairn here.

[man] With reference
to my memorandum MY24...

- What?
- Memorandum MY24

Sorry, I haven't had time yet.
I'll get to it as soon as I possibly can.

You were saying something
about a brother?

Yeah, mine.

It's a long story, so I'll cut it short.

He came over here and joined
your army before we were in, in 1940.

Good for him.

He got into the Commandos
and he happened to get killed

on one of the last raids before D-Day.

- Oh, too bad. Very sorry to hear that.
- Well...

Anyway, just after
I was notified of Hank's death,

my ship happened to pull into Portsmouth

and I found out this particular
Commando unit was stationed right close by.

So I went over there to ask
if there were any buddies of his.

And that's where I ran
into this fellow Smithers.

And, well, I just wanted
to see him again, that was all.

We didn't have much time
to talk that once.

No, I see.

You should have told me
all of this before, you know.

Now, let's have another look in here.

I seem to remember
a letter from some fellow...

Ah, yes, here it is.

Now, this fellow wrote
about the service funeral.

He seemed to be a close friend of
Smithers too. He might do, I should think.

Well, sure he would.
Thanks, Colonel. Thanks very much.

Well, here we are.

Now this place, Coellyd, is in Wales.

It's quite a journey.
You'll take a train from Paddington.

Well, thanks again and I appreciate
all you've done for me,

especially after the way I behaved.

Oh, no, my fault entirely.

I expect I rather seemed what you
fellows call a "stuffed shirt", I believe.

- [chuckles] Goodbye to you.
- Goodbye.

[train clattering]

[train whistle blows]

[train whistle blows]

[train chugging]

[clanking and rattling
of machinery and wagons]

The first cage will be up in a minute.

Llewellyn. Idwal Llewellyn.

There is a visitor for you, Idwal.
This is your man, Mr Douglas.

What is your business with me, man?

I guess there must be some mistake.

I'm looking for a Llewellyn
who was in the Commandos.

The way you talk,
you're an American then?

Yep.

Oh, it is young Idwal you want, my son.

Taffy! Taffy!

This is my son.

Taffy, this gentleman has come all
the way from America to see you.

My name is Douglas, Clay Douglas.

You were in the Commandos
with Alf Smithers, weren't you?

You knew Alf?

Well, I met him during the war.
I wanted some information from him but...

Well, maybe you could help me?

Oh, he will indeed.

Here, Taffy,
you're hearing the gentleman?

What is it about?

Well, I don't think we can talk here.
Suppose you eat with me.

I will have to get cleaned up.

Well, come to the bathhouse,
Mr Douglas. Come, why not, man?

You bring him along. I will go ahead.

Now, you boys will wish to be talking,
so I'll take myself about my business.

You know, I'm not sure I can help you
much about your brother.

He was on a raid, I know that.

In Brittany,
a little place called Saint-Celeste.

But tell me, how many other
casualties were there besides Hank?

He was the only one.

- Unusual, wasn't it?
- Perhaps.

[door rattles]

Thinking, I was,

it would be very bad if Mr Douglas
was going back to America

and thinking there was
no hospitality in Wales at all.

[chuckles]

My cousin Dafydd say he do,

there is no such thing as
an American who is not hospitable.

Oh, they have more indeed
to be hospitable with, but, uh...

[laughs]...we can do our best too.

That raid, how many men were on it?

How would I be knowing that?

You remember everything else.

I remember what I was told only.

What you were told? But you were there.

That I was not.

I was in dock with a bullet
in my leg that I got the week before.

Ah...

That hadn't occurred to me.
I'm sorry about the third-degree routine.

How was your journey from America?

Oh, fine, fine.

Tell me something, what do you know
about the circumstances of Hank's death?

I have told you, I was not on that raid.

But you might have heard something,
from Smithers maybe?

Look you, I am tired of this
beating about the bush.

You are wanting to say
something but you are afraid.

Make up your mind.

All right.

My brother was shot through the head.

What Smithers told me leads me to believe
that the bullet that killed him wasn't German.

In fact, I think Hank was murdered by
one of the other Commandos on that raid.

Is that straight enough?

Oh, I see.

Look, I will tell you what I know.

It isn't much but Alf
did say something to me.

He came to see me in hospital.

He told me what he told you.
That there was...

something peculiar about Hank getting it.

When there wasn't a Jerry for miles
that hadn't been taken care of.

Alf was... worried about it.

But we couldn't talk,
not there in the ward.

And afterwards, when I was back in
the unit, he wouldn't say any more.

What do you mean "wouldn't"?

When I asked him about it,
he said there was nothing to it.

He must have been mistaken.

Somebody got to him, you think?

I'm only telling you how it was.

Well, tell me something else.

Who was it in that unit that
didn't get along with Hank?

For me, they was all good lads.

I'm not doing any guessing like that.

Well, put me on to somebody else.

Give me an address, anything.
I'll start from scratch.

No. I'm not mixing in this anymore.

You mean to tell me, I've come
all this way just to get to a blind alley?

Look, you were a buddy of Hank's.
Can't you understand how I...

Ah, skip it.

Got a bit of paper?

This is the only address I know.

It's in Scotland.

Major McArran.

He was in command of the raid.

[jaunty music plays]

You know, I never saw
a country like this. It's just...

And why shouldn't you be liking it?
It's where you belong.

What do you mean?

You may think you're
an American, but you're not.

You're a Black Douglas man
if ever I saw one.

You can't take the love of this
out of a man's blood.

Not in a few generations.

Well, it's only two at that.

You may be right.

Well, here we are.

Oh, and yon's Mrs McArran herself,
the mother of Hamish.

Mrs McArran,
I've brought a visitor for you.

Mr Douglas from America.

I was at the station when I heard him
asking Forbes for Hamish.

Thank you, Angus.

How do you do, Mr Douglas?

How do you do, Mrs McArran?
I feel I should explain...

Stop! Don't come a step nearer.

It's the bees. They're very
rampages this morning.

All right for me, of course,
but they'd eat a stranger alive.

Yeah, I see what you mean.

Sheila, take Mr Douglas
into the house, will you?

You'll forgive me, won't you? I'll join you
when I've got these creatures under control.

Would you come this way, sir?

[Mrs McArran] Sheila. Sheila, quickly!

Will you go in, sir?
The drawing room, right round the house.

- [woman] Oh!
- Holy mackerel!

[woman laughs] Oh, I'm so sorry.

- It's all right.
- But it must have hurt you terribly.

When you opened the door,
it slipped out of my hand.

And it wasn't even
the book I was looking for.

"Arms And Armour
Of The Seventeenth Century".

I'll take that one.

Full coverage.

[chuckles] The all-American effect.

- But you don't look like a football player.
- What do you know about football?

Don't sound so baffled.

I just happen to be an English woman
who's been to America.

Whenever I hear an American voice
I get sort of homesick.

Hey, can't they shoot you
for treason for that?

Oh, no. I'm cementing relations.

That always sounds so horribly
uncomfortable, doesn't it?

Yeah.

How long since you were
last in the States?

Oh, not since the war unfortunately.

I was with the RAF delegation
in Washington from '42 to '45.

What were you doing then?

Oh, I was in the navy.
South Pacific mostly. Submarines.

- Uh-huh.
- Cigarette?

Oh, an American cigarette.
I haven't had one of these for years.

I didn't know the McArrans
were expecting a visitor.

- Funny, they didn't tell me.
- The McArrans?

Aren't you one?

No, I'm Elspeth Graham. I'm just
staying in the glen for a few weeks.

Oh? Well, my name's Douglas,
Clay Douglas. How are you?

I suppose you're a friend of Hamish's?

Well, no, not exactly.

I'm so sorry to have kept
you waiting, Mr Douglas.

Elspeth, dear,
I didn't know you were here.

Hello, Margaret.
I just sneaked in to borrow a book.

Then I needn't have worried
about Mr Douglas after all.

- Have you introduced yourselves?
- Oh, yes, I didn't waste a minute.

I dropped a book on his head, poor man.

Take your coat off, won't you,
and come and sit down.

Thank you.

And now there's no bees around,
ma'am, I can explain myself.

I really came to see your son.

Angus said he was away
but that he'd be back this afternoon.

I'm afraid he won't.
He's not coming till tomorrow.

Oh? Oh, that's too bad.

You'll stay here, of course.
We'll be delighted to have you.

There you are, children.
Bring them in, Sheila.

- I couldn't impose on you like that.
- Well, your bag's upstairs already, sir.

In the south room.

This is Andrew Dunlop.

- And Meg, uh...?
- Robertson.

Robertson, of course.

And Jock Buchanan.

The children are going to
sing in our school festival.

Aren't you children? And we're
using my piano to practice with.

Over there, Meg. Andrew in the middle.

That's right.

You know, this makes me
think of my own mother.

She was determined
to make a choirboy out of me.

- Did she succeed?
- No, not so you'd notice.

[she laughs]

Where does your mother live now?

Well, she's dead.
She died when I was in school.

My father too. They were both
killed in an automobile crash.

How dreadful for you.
Were you all alone then?

Oh, no. No, I had a brother.
But he was just a kid though.

Oh, where is he now?

He was killed in action in 1944.

Oh, I'm... I'm so sorry.

That's really why I'm here.

You see, Hank served
under Major McArran.

Really?

An American in the Commandos?
How did he manage that?

He came over here in 1940
and joined the British Army.

He was always a great kid for getting
into fights. Any time, anybody.

I never saw him again.

So as I was gonna be
in Britain anyway on business,

I thought I'd grab the chance
to pick up all the dope I could.

I'm sure Hamish will do all he can.
He keeps in touch with most of his men, I know.

Now, children, shall we begin?

? As I was walking ?

[singing out of tune]
? O'er the lane ?

? I heard twa corbies ?

? A-making... ?

Oh, dear.

[she chuckles]

Never mind, Jock, you can't help it,
can you? We'll try again, shall we?

[piano plays]

? As I was walking ?

? O'er the lane... ?

Do you really want to
see me all the way home?

Sure.

Come along then,
but you'll have to climb a little.

I wanted to show you this.

It's called...
[she says a Gaelic name]

What's that?

It's Gaelic.
It means the Soundless Shore.

Listen.

[silence]

- Strange, isn't it?
- Yeah.

It's almost as if everything was waiting.

A-huh.

Oh...

Here.

- Oh!
- Oh, sorry. Let me take a look.

It's all right, it just startled me.

I think I will have a cigarette after all.

[she sneezes]

Not getting a cold, are you?

No, I suffer from hay fever.

It could be that.

It's white heather, isn't it?
Isn't it supposed to be lucky?

Yes, but not for me.

You know, I keep thinking this country
is like some place I've been before.

Then I find it isn't.

Maybe that fellow Angus was right.

Angus?

Yeah, he says I belong here. That,
"I'm a Black Douglas if ever he saw one."

[she laughs]

He was just flattering you.

The Douglases are lowlanders,
unless I'm very much mistaken.

Well, what's the matter with that?

Anyway, my grandfather used to
tell us that Mary Queen of Scots

couldn't have gotten along
without us Douglases.

[she chuckles] With all due
respect to your grandfather,

I think the poor lady would
have got along much better

if she'd never even heard of your family.

Ah, now, my memory isn't that bad.

I guarantee you she just couldn't
have made the grade without us.

[she laughs]

[Elspeth] No, Lord Boswell
was Mary's second husband.

And he wasn't a Douglas.

The man who killed
her first husband was.

You've got it all wrong. You see, what...

- Oh, is that your house?
- Uh-huh.

Oh, I like this.

We can always look it up, you know.
In fact, why don't we do it now?

Come along in.

Oh, it's a nice room.

Oh, I'm afraid it's in a bit of a mess.

- Are you an artist?
- Well...

Yes, in a way. I write children's
stories and illustrate them.

Oh.

Now, where's that book?

It should be about here.

- Would you like a drink?
- No, not right now.

Ah! This may be it.

"Scotland, Chapter 4. Agriculture".

Aren't you in the wrong place?

It's not the right book.

Excuse me.

You know, I'm wondering, why are we
so interested in Mary Queen of Scots?

I want to find out.

Which of us is right, I mean.

Oh, sure. Yeah.

Well, maybe we can settle it
some other time.

I think right now
I'd better be going back.

Oh, thank you very much
for seeing me home.

I suppose you think I'm silly
but I have to be sure of things.

So?

So, I'm going to find that book.

You do that.

[Elspeth] I often wondered what
happened to him after the war.

And that fascinating girl.
What was her name?

[Clay] Oh, Verma, you mean?

She's sort of dropped out of the picture
as far as Terry's concerned.

[Elspeth] Oh? And little Adner.
Has he married Daisy May yet?

[Clay] Not up until last week he hadn't.
You know, I...

[Mrs McArran] Hamish!

Darling, I didn't expect you so soon.

I didn't have to wait for a train. Innes drove
me to Mull and I got Ian's cab from there.

[laughter]

Who is that with Elspeth?

But here's the real baby.
Just take a look at that.

- Hello, Elspeth. How are you?
- Afternoon, Angus. Sheila.

Oh, Hamish,
we've had a wonderful day's fishing.

This is my son.
Hamish, this is Mr Douglas.

How are you?

Quite a fish. Who's responsible?

Mr Douglas himself.
The whole catch is his.

I don't remember a better rod
since I fished Loch Arran.

Why, thanks.

Angus has to keep reminding himself
it's a Black Douglas he's admiring

- and not an American.
- Well, here we go again.

Well, anybody can be proud of this one.

Oh, Hamish, there's something Mr Douglas
has come all the way from America to ask you.

- Why not take him into the study?
- By all means.

Sit down, won't you?

- Glass of sherry?
- Yeah, thanks.

Now, what was it you wanted to ask me?

Do you remember a man who served
under you called Hank Douglas?

Very well. Any relation?

Yeah, my brother.

How did he do? Was he a good soldier?

Better than good.

He was killed in that
Saint-Celeste raid, wasn't he?

Yes.

- Do you happen to know where he was buried?
- I'm afraid I can't help you there.

Ah, I was afraid of that.
He was the only casualty, wasn't he?

Yes, come to think of it, he was.

How come?

I'm afraid I don't know.
You see we were timed to push off

just as I was told he'd caught it.

A-huh.

And you can't tell me anything
about his actual death?

I'm afraid I can't. Sorry.

I guess you are wondering
why the cross-examination.

Well, it's partly sentiment and part...

Well, call it family pride.

As I told your mother, I'd like to see
if I couldn't pick up some mementos.

You know, snapshots,
personal gear, anything like that.

Please, you don't have to
bother with explanations.

I'm only sorry I can't help you.

How many men were on that
particular raid? Do you remember?

Let me see.

Twelve, I think.

Yes, that was it.
Two officers, ten other ranks.

A-huh.

Mrs McArran told me that you kept
in touch with some of your men.

If you could put me on to anyone who was
on that particular operation with Hank,

I'd really appreciate it.

Well, that's not easy to remember.
I'd have to look it up.

Well, maybe I could start you off.

I know the name of one man.

It's Smithers.

Alf Smithers.

That's right.

He was a great pal of your brother's too.

- Have you seen him?
- No.

No, he died a week
or two before I landed.

Did he? Oh, that's too bad.

Mrs McArran says would you come into
the garden before dinner and look at the roses.

- They're covered with greenfly.
- All right, Sheila.

Well, we're through, I believe.

Yeah.

Yeah, I guess so.

If I could just get those names
before I go in the morning.

- Hamish!
- Coming, Mother.

[Finale of "Ride of the Valkyries"
by Richard Wagner plays]

[music ends]

Well, it was quite nice, I suppose.
I do not like these moderns.

- It was Wagner, Mother.
- He should have known better.

Well, I must go now.

I've got a lot of work to finish
before tomorrow.

- As it is, I shall be up half the night.
- Maybe you shouldn't have come fishing.

Oh, she'll use any excuse
to get out of working.

- Well, goodnight.
- Come on, Elspeth, I'll walk you home.

Goodnight, Mr Douglas.

I suppose I should say goodbye in case
I don't see you before you go tomorrow.

Well, don't work too hard.

After all, you've got some research to do,
or had you forgotten?

I certainly haven't.
It just is that I cannot find that book.

Well, drop me a postcard when you do.
I'll be at The Savoy for another week, anyway.

- Ready, Elspeth?
- Oh, okay.

- Goodnight, Margaret. Thanks for everything.
- Goodnight, dear. See you tomorrow, I hope.

Help yourself to anything
you want, Mr Douglas.

By the way, did you find out
everything you wanted from Hamish?

No, not everything.
But he's given me something to go on.

Aren't you coming in?

- I thought you had a lot of work to do.
- Not that much. Come on.

Wasn't there some question
of research or something?

You know, so that you could
send postcards to The Savoy.

Oh, don't be so...

Come on, before I hit you over the head.

You can't expect me to wear a yashmak
and hide every time I see another man,

just because you and I like each other.

Yeah, who said I liked you?
I'm not at all sure I do.

But I love you and you know it.

Oh, Hamish.

Now, you sit down and smoke
a cigarette while I make drinks.

You know what my trouble is, don't you?
I hate Columbus.

- Why didn't he stay at home?
- [she laughs]

Don't be silly.
We'd be in an awful hole if he had.

- Where are the cigarettes?
- Box on bookshelf near the door.

Oh, that's Mr Douglas's.
He must have forgotten it.

Careless isn't he.

A pretty good hat too.

Here's your drink.

He seems rather a nice fellow.

He just happened to
see me home last night.

Well, that was civil of him.
Did you have a nice time?

Look here, Hamish, if you're
going to behave like this...

why don't you go home and let
me get on with my work, huh?

You like me to take this
back to Douglas?

Thank you.

Did he leave anything else behind?
I mean, I might make up a small parcel.

You're being very funny.
But this has gone far enough.

Just because you say you're in love
with me and I've told you I'm fond of you,

you haven't any right to behave as
if you thought I was your property.

Sorry, darling, I was only fooling.

Well, I'll, um, cut along.
I know you want to do some work.

Not till you've had this.

Come on, hurry up.
The train will no' wait for him.

Do no' worry yourself, man.

He's got all the time in the world.
It's just gone nine.

Thirteen and half minutes past.
That clock is slow.

It was just last night I wound it myself.

Well, I know my grandfather's watch
is never wrong and I'll thank you not to...

I'd like to say goodbye to your mother.

She's probably out in the garden
killing off a few more greenfly.

Well, look, I hate to bother you, but, uh...

you forgot to give me those names.

Oh, yes, so I did.

But I made the list up.

Fatal casualties?

But Hank was the only
one at Saint-Celeste.

Yes, the others got theirs later.

Martin bought his packet at Normandy.

These two, we called them the Dollis sisters,
they were killed on the same day.

O'Hara died of wounds just
before D-Day and so did Shane.

Smithers is out of course too, now.

Oh, and Piper, he ran into
a booby-trap at Lorenze.

Lewis.

Sholto Lewis.

Haven't I seen that name
some place before?

There was an article in your
Time magazine a year or so ago.

- Sholto was browned off about it.
- That was it, Time.

If that article was on the level, he must
be some sort of a one-man Blitzkrieg.

He was.
He's a fabulous character, Sholto.

How about some addresses?

Well, that's going to be
rather difficult to remember.

You see, I didn't happen to
keep in touch with this bunch.

Well, how about Lewis?
You must know where to find him.

I ought to have his address somewhere.

Mr Douglas, Angus says you must
hurry if you want to catch that train.

I'll be right out.

Oh, just a minute.

- That address?
- Oh, yes, of course.

It's 18...

Riverview Terrace...

Hammersmith.

That's in west London, near the river.

I'm all set.

It's all right, Angus. Here they are.

Well, goodbye, ma'am.
Many thanks for your hospitality.

Goodbye, Mr Douglas,
we've been delighted to have you.

- Oh, here's Elspeth.
- So long. Thanks.

- Sorry I wasn't more help.
- Mr Douglas, we must be leaving now!

Hello, Elspeth.
Early this morning, aren't you?

- Like to come out on the loch?
- That might be nice.

Goodbye.

Goodbye. Oh!

If ever you're in town for a couple of weeks,
don't forget to pick up the phone and...

call Douglas!

[church clock strikes in the distance]

- [piano plays inside]
- Does Mr Sholto Lewis live here?

Yes.

- Is he in?
- Yes.

- Well, can I speak to him?
- Possibly.

Just a minute.

Now, what is it you want, precisely?

- I want to talk to Mr Sholto Lewis.
- Well, why don't you start?

- You mean, you are Sholto Lewis?
- I always thought so.

Oh, don't look at me like that
or I shall begin to doubt it.

There must be some mistake. I'm looking for
a Sholto Lewis who served in the Commandos.

I'm sorry you think I'm miscast.

I'm ever so strong really
and brave as brave.

Sholto, what are you doing?
We need you terribly.

That third movement, they're
turning it into a positive goulash.

All right, all right. In a minute.

Could we be brief? I'm busy rehearsing.

Well, maybe I'd better make
another appointment some other day?

Do you think so? I don't.

We should have it hanging over us,
so doom-shaped.

I came to see you because your name
was given to me by Hamish McArran.

The rugged Scot.

And since we are using names,
what's yours?

Douglas. My brother, Hank Douglas,
served under you. Do you remember him?

Hank, a large young man, noisy.

[Oliver shouting indistinctly]

Sholto.

If you don't come at once, I positively wash
my hands of their whole morbid enterprise.

All right, Oliver. In a minute.

[piano plays "White Heather"]

[Sholto] Ah, no.

Gerald, no, no, no.

Tempo, girls. One, two, three.

It's far too slow, anyway.

Cut out the second bar
from the end, will you?

What's the matter with you, dear, eh?

That's a sword, dear boy.
You're not going to clean a pipe with it.

Now for the tenth time.

Take hold of it on
five, six, seven, eight.

One, two, three,

four, five, six,

seven, eight, one!

Right. Once again, from the beginning.

Five, six, seven, eight.

- [piano plays]
- One, two, three, four, five,

six, seven, eight!

Don't do that. Most inadvisable.

You suggested I should wait.
I didn't bargain for overnight.

Break for ten minutes.

[piano stops]

[dancers chattering]

Let's see now.

[door shuts]

Where were we?

No place yet, except that
you remember my brother.

What I am trying to do is to collect
all the details of his war service I can

- for the family records.
- You've come to the wrong shop.

As a matter of fact, the young man didn't
impress me very favorably, if I may say so.

You may not, but we'll skip it.

Do you remember
the Saint-Celeste raid in '44?

Not particularly. Why?

He was killed on that raid.
He was the only casualty.

- I'm trying to find someone who was with him.
- Wrong shop again.

You know, you and I
are not going to get along.

- What an agile mind you've got.
- So, I'll cut it short.

McArran gave me the names of two
other men who might be able to help.

They were Oakshott and Stoner.
Do you know where I can find either of them?

No idea.

You see, I don't like being reminded of
the war. An untidy business. Too primitive.

Sholto. Gerald's being terribly mulish.
You must give him a talking-to.

Well, isn't that just too bad.

If I were you I'd spank the little rascal.

Hard.

[indistinct chatter]

[telephone rings]

[man speaks indistinctly]

Yes.

Oh, yes, he is. Hold on.

Can you send this wire for me?

- Certainly, sir.
- Thank you.

- Mr Douglas.
- Yep?

- Telephone, sir.
- For me?

Hello. Clay Douglas here.

[Elspeth] "The name of Doug I as
weaves in and o ut o f Mary Stewart's life

like a dark and sinister thread."

Hello there. Where are you?

"From the time when, as a girl Queen,
she was first enmeshed

in the Machiavellian toils of
James Douglas, Earl of Morton,

until after her experiences
at Loch Leven Castle,

with Sir William Douglas as her jailer."

Hold it, hold it. I want to hear
the rest in person. Where are you?

London.

25 Evelyn Mews South.

Well, what are you doing in London?

I thought you were on a vacation.

There was an SOS from my publisher.

A crisis about my new book.

More tea?

Yeah, please.
You know, it's pretty good.

Well, don't sound so surprised.

You know, I like this room too.

Especially the bookshelves.

Oh, we've forgotten what you came for.

- Have we?
- Yes, you know.

- Book about Mary Queen of Scots.
- Oh.

Just a minute, I'll go and get it.

[he whistles tune to "White Heather"]

That tune, I seem to remember it.

I don't know what it's called but it's been
running through my head all afternoon.

Say, do you know a character
called Sholto Lewis?

I know of him. Making quite
a name for himself in the theatre.

Decor and ballet
and that sort of thing. Why?

Well, it doesn't make sense.

He and McArran seem to be
friendly and it doesn't fit.

I believe they were in
the Commandos together.

That doesn't fit either. Not with
that character. I met it this afternoon.

You did?

Oh, on account of your brother, I suppose.
Have you had any luck yet?

No, not much. Is this the research?

Yes. Look where it's marked.

Read that.

"Although the story has been
ignored by most chroniclers,

there seems every reason to believe

that it was through the premeditated
treachery on the part of Nigel Douglas,

who was credited with being her lover,

that the unfortunate Mary was
associated with the Babington plot

on Queen Elizabeth's life

and thus took her first steps
towards the executioner's block."

- Well, well.
- [she laughs]

- You see what I mean about the Douglases?
- Oh, I certainly do.

You know, I'm surprised at you
having one in your house.

What with making love with one hand
and cutting people's heads off with the other.

Well, perhaps you won't do either.

Oh, give me time, just give me time.

Uh, are you free for dinner tonight?

[laughs] You can't take a headman's axe
into a public restaurant.

Well, that wasn't what
I was going to bring.

Anyway, I can't dine tonight.
I... I've got work to do.

What, again?

Yes, I make my living, you know.

I'd better get started,
so you'll... you'll have to go.

Oh, now, wait a minute. Is that any way
to treat one of the Douglas boys?

- I'll make up for some other time.
- Tomorrow night, you'll have dinner with me?

- I'd like to very much.
- Fine.

Look, let's do this on a big scale.

You show me the town.

- Why... You mean, dress and everything?
- Couldn't have put it better myself.

Where do we go?

- You're the pilot.
- Well...

There's not very much doing in London these
days, but we could go to The Maurice first

and have dinner, and then
finish up at one of the clubs.

Sounds fine to me.
What time shall I pick you up?

- Shall we say round about seven?
- Seven it shall be, on the nose.

Goodbye.

I really ought to warn you

that if you want to go to The Maurice
you'll have to book a table first.

Right.

Well, goodbye, until tomorrow.

Goodbye. Be sure
you finish all that work.

Uh-huh.

Because you're not gonna have
much time evenings for a while.

[she laughs] Goodbye.

Look, uh, can you help me out?
I'm looking for a fellow called Oakshott.

- What, Bert Oakshott?
- Yeah.

I was talking to him just a minute ago.

Well, look, there he is over there
with them sack of taters. See him?

Hey, Bert mate.
You're wanted. Look nippy.

Thanks.

[inaudible dialogue]

You know, it's a funny thing but, uh,

I've talked to several of you fellows now,

but haven't met anyone who
was with Hank when he died.

There's nothing strange about that,
not on that kind of a job.

Well, here's to Hank.

He was all right, he was.

- Proper strong this morning, ain't it?
- Yeah.

- Care for a cigarette?
- Ta. I don't mind if I do.

Tell me something.

Did Hank get along with the rest of the fellows
as well he did with you and Smithers?

Well, with Hank,

you were either for him or against him.

I'd say it was about half and half,
and you know which side I was on.

I give him my fur boots
what I liberated in Norway.

He gives me this watch.
Here, look at these buttons.

There's everything there

from an infantry private
right up to a blinking SS general.

Ah, he was a proper boy
for souvenirs was Hank.

He'd do anything to get something
which nobody else would even try for.

Perhaps you'd better
have this as a memento.

Oh, no, no. Go ahead,
keep it, it's yours.

I tell you what you can do though.

Maybe you can put me in touch with
a fellow called Stoner, Jim Stoner.

- Llewellyn didn't have his address.
- Oh, that's easy.

He works for the Thames Conservancy.

He's a lock keeper at Shepperton.

That's, uh, up the river
on the other side of Hampton Court.

[boat horn toots]

Oh, just a minute.
I've got to see this craft through.

[bell rings]

I understand you were on that
Saint-Celeste raid with Hank.

Yeah, that's right.

- Anyone around when he was killed?
- No.

No, I saw him when we landed.

And that was the last time.

You see, I was liaison.

Once we got to the top of
the cliffs, there I stayed.

Well, do you know
if anyone was with him?

No, can't say that I do.

I suppose not.

Not on a show like that.

Oh, more work coming.

- Well...
- [boat whistles]

I guess there's no point
in troubling you anymore.

Oh, no trouble.

You know, you're the last of those boys.

I've contacted all the rest of them.

Most of them gone, I suppose.

Who have you seen?

Well...

I've seen Major McArran.

A freak called Lewis.

Bert Oakshott and you.

McArran said that was all that
was left of the original 12.

Yes, I suppose so.

Of course, there... there were 13 really.

- If you count the chap we was taking.
- Who was that?

Well, he was the chap the operation
was about, as you might say.

Hello, Bill.

He spoke German like he was one.

You see, there was a little Jerry
radio station at this place.

And we went in and took it
over for a couple of hours.

And this chap sent out a fake broadcast.
Told them all the wrong stuff.

- Was he one of your outfit?
- Oh, no.

Intelligence, blue tabs.

A Captain.

Did you happen to know his name?

Well, as... as a matter of fact,
I did hear it.

On the trip over.

He was talking with one of our officers

and I happened to hear him say,
"As sure as my name's..."

Uh! Um, what was it now?

I got it, Sinclair.

That was it.

"As sure as my name's
Reggie Sinclair," he says.

Oh...

You know if he's still alive?

All I know about him is what I told you.

Oh...

I do recollect him saying
to this Lieutenant of ours

as how he used to be
a car salesman before the war.

Said he wished he still was.

- [boat whistles]
- Oh, there's a lot coming in this end.

I'm sorry, that's all I can tell you.

[clock chimes]

- Hello?
- [ m a n ] Hello?

- Is that The Maurice?
- Yes, madam. Walter speaking.

Have you a table booked for a Mr Douglas,
a Mr Clay Douglas?

- Just one minute, madam.
- Yes, I'll hold on.

Hello? No, we have
no reservation in that name, madam.

You haven't?

- Are you quite sure?
- Yes, madam, quite sure.

Well, thank you very much.

[door buzzer]

Hello. Gee, I'm sorry I'm late,
but I finally made it.

So I see.

I notice you didn't follow
your suggestion about dress though.

Well, you see, I couldn't help it. I...

You see, I didn't have time.

This means we shall be
awfully late at The Maurice.

I hope they've kept
the table you booked.

Well, uh, I didn't. I forgot.

Uh-huh.

Well, help yourself to
a drink if you want one.

Oh, please let me explain.

If we hadn't got stuck
in the mud or if I hadn't

listened to that fellow
telling me how to get there and...

Look, I had a telegram last night.

I had to be at Covent Garden market
at four o'clock this morning.

That's how I came to
forget the reservations.

And then I had to go to Shepperton
to see the fellow that runs the lock.

And if I hadn't taken that other guy's advice,
if I'd hired a car or even taken the train.

But how was I to know those morons would
run aground? How could I? You just tell me.

You'll have to forgive me
but I'm a trifle confused.

You say that your train ran aground?

No, no, no! The boat.

You see, I asked this fellow
Oakshott the best way to get to...

Oh, I can't expect you to believe it.

[she laughs]
Which is probably why I do.

You do?

Well, if you were going to make up a story
you'd have done a much better job than that.

But it's really very simple.
I explained it to you.

- You see, what happened was...
- Please.

Let's just leave it that you
couldn't help being late, huh?

And now, go and make yourself that drink.

You know something?

You surprise me all the time.

- How much longer, mister?
- Oh, one moment.

What shall I do? Shall I go home and get
dressed and come back and pick you up?

- What shall I do?
- Well, it's getting rather late.

Wish I could ask you to dinner but I've
only got some cold salmon in the house.

Nothing I like better.
I'll even promise to wash the dishes.

Oh... Well, I'll go and see what I can find.

- How much?
- Six and six.

Six and six? Here we go again.
Now let me see.

That's three half-crowns
and a sixpence, isn't it?

No, that would be eight shillings.
Six shillings and sixpence.

What on earth's happening?

Peace offering.
I didn't dare produce it before.

Why not?

Well, bribery and corruption.

- Oh!
- Oh, hurry up!

[she chuckles] Oh! Don't you think
it would taste better chilled?

You mean, you have ice?
Here in England?

Oh, yes, lots.

- We can't possibly drink all that.
- Oh, no? You underestimate me.

[Clay whistles tune to "White Heather"]

Don't tell me you still
have that tune on the...

- [she sneezes]
- Gesundheit.

Coffee, madam? I highly recommend it.
Made with my own two hands.

In that case, black, please, no sugar.

Thank you.

Hmm, it's good.

Thank you, madam.

I only hope I can give equal
satisfaction in all departments.

The dirty dishes have been dealt with.

Oh, you shouldn't have done that.

You're spoiling me.

Well, you had it coming.

Penny.

I'm sorry, what did you say?

Penny for your thoughts.

Oh, they're worth more than that.

They were about you.

I was just wondering how many women
would have behaved the way you did

after having had their evening wrecked.

Well...

What do I say? Thank you.

You didn't even ask me why I was late.

Wasn't my business.

There you are, you see.

Just too good to be true.

But I want to tell you,

some of the story, anyway.

You've probably guessed that
all these trips I've been making

have been about my brother but, uh,

you might have wondered why I'm
making such a production out of it.

After all, the boy is dead

and it doesn't do any good to go around
sobbing and putting up monuments.

Aren't you being
a little hard on yourself?

No, I just want to be
sure you understand.

You see, from the time
Hank was six, I raised him.

There wasn't anybody else to do it.

There wasn't any too much money either.

So, I left college and got me a job.

Started in being a combination parent,
wet-nurse, what have you.

I'm sure you managed wonderfully.

- I'd love to have seen you darning his socks.
- Oh, don't think I didn't.

And watched his vitamins too.
That was a cinch.

But it was the other things.

Well, I...

I guess I wasn't so hot
on child psychology

and I made a whole heap of mistakes.

Well, doesn't anyone who brings up a child?

Well, you see, I was always concentrating
on making him able to look out for himself.

Getting him to believe that he
was as good as the next fellow.

Maybe even better.

Teaching him to have
a crack at anything,

particularly if he thought
he couldn't make it.

But that isn't wrong.

What's worrying you so much?

Do you feel that being brought up
like that he was so reckless

that he was killed when he
needn't have been, is that it?

Is it, Clay?

Have you got yourself feeling
you're responsible for his death?

Well...

maybe.

But not quite the way you think.

Oh, listen to me, will you?

On top of everything else,

I should tell you my troubles.
What say we start on this other bottle?

I... [she sneezes]

There must be a draft from that window.

I can't imagine what it can be.

If I didn't know... It couldn't be. I...

You need someone to look after you.

Oh, I can look after myself.
I'm a working woman, you know.

Maybe you shouldn't be.

I'll have you know,
my work's important to me.

Also, I'm quite good at it.

And it pays me very well.

What does our friend McArran
have to say to all this?

Hamish? What's he got to do with it?

I don't know. I'm just trying to find out.

Well, I may be very stupid
but I don't understand.

Look, you have manners, I haven't.

You don't ask questions, I do.
I'm curious.

I want to know what gives
between you two.

That's the 64-dollar question.

Is it?

That's easy to answer.

Hamish and I are very good friends.

You don't get any prize for that one.

Is that a polite way
of calling me a liar?

No, it's a general reproof for
underestimating my intelligence.

I know when I'm in another guy's hair.

[she sneezes]

You care to try that last question again?

Well, if you really want to know,

Hamish says he's in love with me

and I say I'm very fond of him.

But you don't see eye-to-eye
on the subject of matrimony.

Shall we talk about you for a change?

And I'll ask the questions.

Such as?

Well, for instance,

you told me you weren't married but...

- have you ever been?
- No.

You're not a woman-hater, are you?

- What do you think?
- No.

But, uh, didn't you ever
get serious about a girl?

Serious? No, I never did.

But you see "did" is in the past tense.

Whether I have or not
remains to be seen.

You get what I'm trying to say?

I...

[she sneezes]

Hey, wait a minute, what's the matter?
Can I do something to help you, huh?

I don't know what's the matter with me.

It's like my allergy for some sort of flowers,
but there aren't any in the room.

Flowers. Holy jumping Moses.
The flowers, of course. You told me.

Now, I brought some here and put them down
in the room somewhere. Now, where did I...

You brought me flowers?
How sweet of you.

Here they are.

Oh, primrose.

That's the worst.

- Well, what do you do for this?
- Just leave me alone.

Let me go to the drugstore. Let me
call you a doctor. Let me do something.

No, don't you understand?

I'll be like this or worse
for another two hours.

Are you sure you're going to be all right?

And you will come out
with me tomorrow night?

All right. I'll pick you up here
tomorrow night at seven.

On the nose.

Don't mention noses. Goodnight.

Well, I'll be...

Has Reggie Sinclair been in yet?

Well, it's about his time now.

Listen to this,
right at the top of the agony column.

"If Reginald, or Reggie, Sinclair,
former car salesman,

ex-Captain, Intelligence, will communicate

with C. Douglas, Savoy Hotel,
he may hear something to his advantage."

I don't know what you think, George,
but this smells to me of, "Hello, Steve."

[chuckles] Fancy old Reggie.
Maybe I'll get my fiver back.

Whatever makes you think that, old boy?

Good afternoon.
Just a small mug, George, please.

You don't want beer, chum,
you want champagne.

Read that.

Well, what is it, old man? Black market
or have you an uncle in Australia?

Afraid not. I had one once
but he turned into a sheep.

Very sad thing.

Well, aren't you going to
do something about it?

Obviously, old boy. Obviously.

Cool customer, old Reggie.

People are often misled
by that phony manner of his.

Think he's a bit of an idiot.

Actually, he's as smart as a weasel.

Ah, Saint-Celeste you mean?

Yes, I'm the fellow.

[Clay speaks indistinctly]

Well, yes. Why?

[Clay] He was my brother.

Oh.

It was your brother, was it?

And that's about all.

There were no other
casualties beside my brother.

I'm trying to get in touch with anyone
who can give me details of his death.

What about the other
fellows in his unit?

There were only four of them left
by V.E. Day and I've seen all of them.

And nobody can tell me
what I want to know.

I'm afraid you'll have to forgive me.

Sometimes I'm frightfully dense,
utterly stupid.

- Very sad thing.
- Is that so?

I'm trying to find out
how he was killed.

Is that clear?

Oh, I see.

I was wrong then. Pity. Smoke?

What do you mean, you were wrong?

Instead of "how", I thought you
were going to say, "Who by?"

Asinine of me, of course.
Thought you were going to say, "Who by?"

Well, that's a very good question.
Do you know the answer to it?

Memory is a funny thing, you know.
Very funny thing. Here today, gone tomorrow.

Mine's not functioning
awfully well at the moment.

Here I am, Reggie ducks.
Fresh as a daisy and all relaxed.

- Hello, Bubbles, you magical thing.
- Don't I get an intro to your friend?

Oh. Miss Fitzgerald. Uh, Mr Douglas.

- Pleased to meet you, I'm sure.
- How do you do, Miss Fitzgerald?

Well, what's it gonna be, Bubbles?
What's it gonna be?

Oh, same as you boys are taking.

You know what I believe?

I believe you're an American.

- And I just love Americans.
- You do?

Three of the same and make
them doubles this time.

That's to celebrate, my poppet,
because you're on time for once.

- Oh, am I really?
- Actually, you're early.

It's only seven thirty now.
Plum on the proboscis.

Seven thirty?

Excuse me.

[telephone rings]

Hello?

Hello. It's Clay Douglas here.

Oh. Good evening.

All over the sneezing?

Yes. I'm perfectly well, thank you.

Fine. Look, I hate to ask you this,
but would you mind if, uh...

What I mean is, I've gotten kind of
snarled up with a fellow here

and I can't get away.

You're not by any chance
trying to postpone our evening?

Oh, no, no, of course not.
I wouldn't think of it.

No, all I'm trying to do is explain
why I'm a little bit late, you see.

And I was wondering... I was going
to suggest, that is, if you wouldn't mind,

it would save time, if you grab a taxi
and pick me up and we can go on from here.

I'm at Geronimo's.

Alright.

Okay, fine. I'll be on
the lookout for you.

Oh, Mr Sinclair said
to give you this, sir.

For the drinks, sir.

Very thoughtful, isn't he?
Did he leave any other message?

Oh, yes, sir. He would like you to join him
in the grill room, sir. Through there, sir.

Quite a party, isn't it?

[slow jazz plays]

Oh, hello, old boy. Take a pew.

- Care for another libation?
- No, not at the moment.

You say your memory
isn't working too well.

Does it want oiling?

I was referring to my state
of mind, my dear fellow.

It's not good. In fact, it's deplorable.

Business worries, if you know what I mean.

Yeah. What are you scared of?

Everything, my dear chap, everything.

I jump at my own shadow.
Very sad thing.

You won't tell me what you know
and you're afraid to sell it.

Is that right?

I tell you I've got business worries,
my dear fellow.

Occupational tremors.

Now, if they could be cleared up,

then the old mnemonic machinery
might resume normal functioning, what?

You're still selling cars, aren't you?

- A fine job, dear fellow, a fine job.
- Yes, and you'd like to sell me one.

Well, some such thought
had crossed my mind.

Your memory works and I undertake
to buy a car from you, is that it?

Oh no, old boy.

You've got it a trifle wrong.

You buy a car,
then my memory starts to work.

Very slight difference.

- Oh, waiter.
- Yes, sir?

Two this time, the same.

Look, I haven't got time for all this.

- [applause]
- Ladies and gentlemen.

For our first show we present,
your friend and mine,

- Bubbles Fitzgerald.
- [applause]

[music plays]

? I've got a buttonhole for baby ?

? Who's going to be my baby? ?

? I've got a buttonhole for baby ?

? Who's going to be my man? ?

How do I know your memory's
worth anything?

By using your head, my dear fellow,
by using your head.

? Give me your money to burn
and I'm your ball of fire ?

? Got a buttonhole... ?

Glad you realise there's
no hocus-pocus, old man.

Or jiggery-pokery, for that matter.

Everything above board, that's me.
No hocus-pocus.

? You may be timid and shy
if reaching out for romance ?

? If you're feeling that way,
well, honey, now's your chance ?

I hope I'm not interrupting anything.

Oh, I'm sorry. I didn't think
you would be here so soon.

Obviously.

Oh, forgive me, I forgot.

You don't know each other, do you?
This is Mr Sinclair. Miss Graham.

Delighted you could join us,
Miss Graham, delighted.

Sit here, won't you?

I say.

This is assuming
all the aspects of an occasion.

- We can only stay a minute though.
- Nonsense, my dear fellow, nonsense.

Ah, here comes the fizz waters.

- Would you are for a smoke?
- Thank you.

I said we can't stay.

Don't go spoiling the evening, old boy,
don't go spoiling the evening.

Now that it's getting so interesting.

Let's get down to cases, shall we?

Would anybody care to give me a light?

Oh, I'm frightfully sorry.

Douglas got me embroiled in business.

Very sad thing.

I'd much rather talk to you.

Thank you,
but please go on with your chat.

Look, I've told you I'm ready to play.
All I want now is for you...

I know, old boy, I know.

But what about a bite to eat first, eh?

Now then.

What would you like?

All you have to do is name it.

And that goes for everything.

- Menu or no menu.
- Nothing for me, thank you.

You'd better go on with your conference.

Call me tomorrow at The Savoy, early.

Look, I'm sorry, but I had
to clinch something.

I hope you succeeded.

- Excuse me, sir. The bill, sir.
- That's Mr Sinclair's.

I'm sorry, sir, but Mr Sinclair is, um...

temporarily out of funds.

There, keep the change,
or does he need that too?

- How much?
- Five bob.

Keep the change.

- Why did you let him go?
- Because I'm coming in.

- Whether you're invited or not?
- Any way.

I'd much rather you didn't.

I've got a headache.

It's very humiliating. This is a situation
I don't know how to deal with.

What do I do to get rid of you, scream?

I have to make you understand.

- Last night I thought you did.
- Last night and tonight are different.

Look, I'm only trying to find out
all I can about my brother.

- If I didn't think you understood...
- I don't.

And I don't want to.

It's either too morbid for me or there
is something else you haven't told me.

Something horrible.

Something that's making you
as cheap and as low as that...

that repulsive man.

Stop it.

Mrs Matthews.

Mrs Matthews!

All right, Miss. Give me time
to take my coat off.

Why, you're up early this morning.
I only just this minute got here.

Isn't it a lovely day, Mrs Matthews?

I'm expecting a visitor for breakfast so you'll
be very careful about the coffee, won't you?

Meaning as how you generally
don't like my coffee?

- Oh, no!
- All right, ma'am.

I'll bend over backwards.

Well, there won't be very much to do
after that because I shall be out all day.

[door buzzer]

There he is now.
Now, you'll hurry, won't you?

- Hello.
- Hello, honey.

Oh, Mrs Matthews. Let's go in here.

Clay, is anything the matter?

- You're going to be awful mad at me.
- [laughs] Am I?

Yeah.

We can't take our trip today.

Go on, say it, whatever it is.

Oh, what's happened?

- Is it some more about your brother?
- Yeah.

A-huh.

I know you're still thinking there's
something I haven't told you.

Well, there is.

I can't explain yet,
so you'll just have to trust me.

It's all right, Clay. It's your business.

We should be back in a few hours
and we will still have tonight.

Now, uh, what's a place
called Richmond Park?

How far is it from here?

What?

Oh, only about 15 or 20 miles,
not very far. Why?

Well, I have to drive there
with a fellow after lunch.

We'll be coming right back.

So I should be here again by five easy.

Don't say anything
you aren't sure of, please.

What do you mean?

I mean, I...

I wouldn't like it if
you were late again.

Or phoned just when I was expecting you

to say that something else happened
and you couldn't get here,

or anything like that.

I just couldn't take it, Clay.

It's hard to explain but...

I have to feel I'm important to you.

For my own sake, I mean.

More important than anything else.

Listen, nothing's going to stop me
from keeping this date.

You get that? Nothing.

It's not going to be just
a date to me, you know.

It's a...

Well, a symbol.

That may sound silly, but I mean it.

Don't worry.

- And nothing's going to stop you?
- Nothing.

- Five o'clock then?
- Five.

Now you sit still.

And I'll get you a cigarette.

What on earth are you going
to Richmond Park for?

Or shouldn't I ask?

Well, among other things,
I'm supposed to be trying out a car.

Oh, you're buying a car.

What kind?

I don't know yet.

This is the spot I had in mind.
Let's stretch the nethers, what?

What time is it? My watch has stopped.

- Five past three.
- Okay, but we can't stay long.

Well, what do you think of her, my dear fellow?
What do you think of her?

Specially built for the Rajah of Radipur.

He should have stuck to elephants.

[chuckles]

Why do we have to come
all the way out here?

So that we could be alone, old boy,
absolutely alone.

I'm just selling you a car, nothing else.

Just selling you a car.

If we should happen to have
a conversation in a minute,

after you've put the cash
on the dotted line,

well, I shan't remember
anything about it.

A certified cheque on American Express,
is that good enough for you?

Eminently, my dear fellow, eminently.
Now these are for you.

All the particulars concerning
the car, including the logbook.

Well, deal over.

You don't know what this means to me,
as the girl said to the soldier.

You'd better start making it
mean something to me.

Let's take a stroll
while we chat, shall we?

Let's take a stroll.

[he whistles tune to "White Heather"]

Look, I can do without the music.
I want talk.

Well, here it is.

I happened to see how the only
casualty at Saint-Celeste was caused.

Must have been your brother.

He was shot by another Commando,

at close quarters.

A gun with a silencer on it.
Very sad thing.

Who shot him? Which one?

Ooh, I don't know.

I don't know, old boy.

You mustn't forget,

I hadn't seen any of them before

and never did again.

They were just a lot of chaps in
the dark with black on their faces.

I saw it from at least 50 yards away.

Through a window, in moonlight.

Do you know what I was doing?
Imitating this German announcer.

Achtung! Achtung!

Warten Sie um lausch pressure
auf einen wichtiger mitteilung.

Well, while the record was playing,

I happened to look through
the window and saw it.

Very sad thing.

You mean, you can't give me
any clue as to who it was?

[whistles tune to "White Heather"]

Getting warm, old boy?

Getting warm?

That tune.

Whoever shot your brother
was whistling that tune

on and off right from
the time we left England.

Sort of, uh, to himself, you know,

under his breath.

Always stuck in my mind.

[whistles tune to "White Heather"]

I think the fellow was an officer.

But I'm not quite sure.

No more questions?

No.

Well, I'm glad you're satisfied.

I wouldn't like to think of you going around

saying Reggie Sinclair
tried to pull a fast one.

[engine starts]

Mr Lewis in?

Uh, Mr Lewis is out of town, sir.

Where?

Mr Lewis is in Birmingham, sir,
at the Regent Theatre,

for the new try-out.

I wonder you didn't see it
in the paper, sir.

Thanks.

Oi, you in the Dreadnought,
it's lighting-up time.

- What time is it?
- Six fifteen.

Six fifteen?

[door buzzer]

[man] Well, it all seems very irregular.

[Clay] But I tell you,
I don't care about a seat.

And I have driven a hundred miles.
I'd like to see what I can.

Look, I've got to get in.
I promised Sholto.

Oh, if you're a friend of Mr Lewis's.

Thank you.

[orchestra plays dramatic music]

[orchestra plays "White Heather"]

[audience applauds]

[music stops]

[excited chatter on stage]

It was all too completely
marvelous, Sholto.

And that sudden rush of
Nigel's into the cave.

How ever did you come to think of it?

That I dare not tell,
not even to my psychiatrist.

Tell me, Mr Lewis, although I was
fascinated by the whole ballet,

I couldn't help feeling there was
more significance than I appreciated.

I should say that you were
very probably right.

Sholto, darling, it was breathtaking,
absolutely breathtaking...

Look at what's seeped in.
Take care of it, will you?

There he is, sir, over there.

Oh, yes. Here. Thanks.

Excuse me, were you looking for someone?

- This is a private party, you know.
- You remember me, Clay Douglas.

How are you? And congratulations
on a wonderful show, just wonderful.

Oh, I'm so glad you liked it, Mr Douglas.

It's divinely otherworld, isn't it?

The entire performance was
a credit to the English theatre.

Just wait until it hits New York, just wait.

[excited chatter]

And that ballet music is the most
haunting melody I've ever heard.

Spell-weaving, isn't it?
And such a fascinating history.

Oh, really?

What is it? An old folk tune
or something? Who dug it up?

Sholto, of course.

It's an old Scottish air,
simply reeking with tradition.

The name escapes me for the moment
but you know the sort of thing.

All about the Highlands and bagpipes
and lasses lamenting.

Oh, I remember now.
"White Heather" it's called.

? Hey, my bonnie Scotland,
white heather in her hair ?

But it's the way he found it
that's so intriguing.

- Oh?
- It was in the war, of all things.

There was a friend of Sholto's, a Scottish
officer in the same Commando unit,

who always used to whistle it

whenever there was any desperate crisis.

Oliver, it was marvelous!

That ballet music, what is it?

Isn't it too breath-catching?

I was just telling Mr Douglas...

Excuse me a moment.

Oliver.

You know, everybody says it's a hit.

- What happened to the American?
- Oh, he... just went.

- What did he want?
- He was just so excited about the show.

- He only came round to congratulate...
- Didn't he ask for me?

That's odd, he didn't. Most peculiar.

- What were you talking about?
- What is all this cross-examining?

If you must know, he was asking
about the ballet music.

Where it came from.
He was very interested.

Oh, he was, was he?

[suspenseful music plays]

I don't know why you followed me here.
I don't want to see you. It's useless.

I... promised Hamish to marry him.

I didn't follow you.
Didn't know you were here.

- McArran around?
- Yes, but...

I don't know. I think he's busy.

I don't want you to say anything about what
I just told you. We're not telling anyone yet.

No business of mine.

- Clay, if only...
- Look.

Since I saw you last,
everything is different.

When you walked out on me, it was
the best thing you could have done.

I can't explain, but maybe
one day you'll find out.

And if you do,
you won't want any part of me.

- I don't understand.
- Is someone asking for me?

Hello, Douglas. What are you
doing in this part of the world?

Well, I finished my business
sooner than I expected,

so I thought I'd come
for a couple of days fishing.

By the way, if you have a minute,
I'd like to talk to you about something.

By all means. If Elspeth will excuse us.

Don't worry about me.

Sit down, won't you?

Quite a job these days, being a landlord.

I suppose you realise that fishing story
was just for Miss Graham.

Was it? Why?

- I'm here about my brother again.
- Really?

Yes.

I know now how he died.

You killed him.

Suppose I denied it?

It wouldn't make any difference.

I know.

Well, there's nothing
for me to say, is there?

Except to ask what you
are going to do about it.

- You know what I am going to do about it.
- [door rattles]

I just had to come and say
how do you do to Mr Douglas.

Goodness, you two look solemn. I hope
I haven't interrupted anything important.

Not a bit.

I heard a car.

I had no idea who it was until
Elspeth told me. I was so surprised.

Well, you see, ma'am, I've sort of fallen
in love with your country up here and, uh...

when I found out I could get away
from London, I came right up here.

- I thought I'd get in some more fishing.
- Well, let me see now.

I can't give you the south room again

because Elspeth's got that,
till they've finished painting her cottage.

I wouldn't dream of
imposing on you, ma'am.

Angus told me he could fix me up
any time so I just wired him.

Then why not go and get settled in
and come straight back for your tea?

Well, your son has suggested
an hour's hunting.

Hunting?

Oh, I'm sorry, I forgot, uh,

you call it shooting.

Well, you'll want a gillie.
Shall I send word to Angus?

No, Mother, this isn't a shoot. Just a quiet
evening walk with a couple of guns.

Anything we flush,
something for Sheila to cook.

[telephone rings]

- Hello?
- [woman] Mrs McArran?

Yes. Hold on, will you?
It's for you, Mother.

Well, thank you, dear.

Hello?

- Hello?
- Is that you, Mrs McArran?

Oh, yes, Mrs Mclntyre.
I'm so glad you rang up.

I simply must talk to you
about the chairs for the children's...

Go ahead. Help yourself.

[Mrs McArran] Oh, I see.
Do you think 50 will be enough?

Yes, yes, I suppose you're right.

And you have seen to the catering
arrangements, haven't you?

Last year, the ice cream gave out...

Long distance stuff, eh?

Well, if that's the way you want it.

Goodbye.

Dinner's at eight, Hamish. Don't forget.

And of course, you'll join us, Mr Douglas.

- Why on earth are you taking rifles?
- It's some notion of Douglas's.

I got it from my father, ma'am, when...

well, when I was just a boy.

On any sort of what
you call "rough shooting",

he'd never let me take a shotgun.
He said that...

anything you get with a rifle, you deserve.

Well, we'd, um, better be taking off.

This is the best way.

Have a good time. Don't be late, Hamish.

I'll try not to be.

Goodness, you're very affectionate today.

Well, what's the matter, dear?

You been crying?

It's nothing. Just foolishness.

Wouldn't you like to tell me?
I might be able to help.

You never know.

You're very sweet, Margaret, but...

[knocking on door]

Who can that be?

How do you do, Mrs McArran?
I'm Sholto Lewis.

Of course. Just for the moment
I didn't recognise you.

Just happened to be driving
through this divine country,

so, naturally, I thought of Hamish
and here I am.

Elspeth, this is Mr Sholto Lewis.

- Mr Lewis, Miss Graham.
- How do you do?

What a pity you didn't come a little earlier.
You could have gone shooting with them.

Them?

Hamish and an American visitor,
Clay Douglas, a charming man.

How long ago did they leave?
Do you think I could catch them?

- You might if you hurry.
- Where were they making for?

- Towards the loch?
- No, the other way.

They started off as though
they were going up the shoulder.

Oh yes, I know.

So that's the celebrated Sholto Lewis.

Are his manners always as bad as that?

[he whistles "White Heather"]

Well, what happens now?

I have to figure something out, I guess.

You'll forgive me for asking,
I'm sure, but...

just what are you planning?

A nice murder or a cosy duel?

- Call it what you like.
- [Sholto] Oi, there!

Enter demon king, singing and dancing.

- Good afternoon, gentlemen.
- Hello, Sholto.

- What brings you here?
- Hmm. Why so churlish?

You sound almost as though
you weren't glad to see me.

Anyone got a cigarette to spare?

[Sholto] Thanks.

Light?

I'd still like to know
what brought you here.

Mm, as I was telling
your charming mother,

I just happened to be driving
through the Highlands.

They were so rugged and Caledonian,
naturally, I thought of you.

Oh!

Not the most comfortable
thing to sit on.

That's loaded.

So it is.

How lethal.

What are you two doing with rifles?

Playing at soldiers?

Can I be on your side, Hamish?

I don't think I need any help.

It was always one of my troubles.

Never seem to know
when I'm not wanted.

Do you want to postpone?

Why should he?

It's a delightful afternoon for shooting.

Right, start, uh...

over there.

You know, if I didn't know you hadn't
had time, I'd think you rigged this.

I didn't but it's useful.

[Sholto] Douglas.

Come over here for a minute, will you?

Douglas.

What do you want?

Suppose we step over there?

The view's sublime.

How do you fit into this?

Let's say that I like Hamish
and I don't like you.

That'll do for a start.

Thought you were going to make
trouble when I first saw you.

Then when I discovered you'd
got on to that music, I knew.

So, here I am.

What are you going to do?

I haven't made up my mind yet.

Possibly, there might be
one of those distressing accidents

one's always reading about.

You know the sort of thing, I'm sure.

Shooting party death.

American visitor slain by a stray bullet.

I wouldn't move if I were you.

For how long?

For so long as it takes me to make up
my mind just what I'm going to do.

In the meanwhile, you can listen
to what my old nurse used to call

"a few home truths".

You think your little brother was
foully done to death, don't you?

Well, he wasn't. He was executed.

Why?

Because he was endangering
the success of the mission

and the lives of 12 better men
than he could ever hope to be.

Because he wanted to nab himself
another souvenir, so help me.

I don't believe it.

It was about two o'clock in the morning.

We hadn't yet finished
the job we'd come to do.

When this ego-bound young fool runs
the risk of waking every German in Brittany.

Do you know what he was at?

Trying to get himself
a high-ranking prisoner.

Hamish ordered him back twice.

And he went on, deliberately.

It was the mission or him,
so it had to be him.

And if you think that
Hamish McArran liked the job,

you're an even bigger fool
than I take you for.

Why are you McArran's mouthpiece?

Can't he speak for himself?

No.

He's what the book means when
it says "an officer and a gentleman".

You and I...

we take the Oath of Service and we forget it
before the words are half out of our mouths.

Not Hamish.

Have you ever heard of a man
deliberately crucifying himself?

That's what that man did.

I know, because I helped him
write his report.

And I know what happened after that.

After it had been from our War Office
to Eisenhower and back again.

They sent for him.

Told him he'd done the right thing.

Then they told him that
it had never happened.

He was always to remember that.

It had never happened.

Well...

got anything to say now?

He told me.

Well?

There's only one thing I'd like to say.

If I'd been in your place I...

I'd have done the same.

Oh. Hello, Hamish.

I didn't see you at breakfast, so I...
I thought I'd come and find you.

I needed some boards for my sketches,
so I came along early to get them

before the painters arrive.

You know, you oughtn't to miss
breakfast, particularly today.

What's special about today?

You always ought to eat something
before a long journey.

- I'm not going anywhere.
- Aren't you? I thought you were.

Clay Douglas is.

It's got nothing to do with me.

Oh, I had an idea it had.

[chuckles] It's all right.

You know, I've known for a long time
you weren't in love with me.

And if I've got to lose you to somebody,

well, I'd rather it was a Black Douglas.

But I... I didn't think you liked him.

I've changed my mind.

And incidentally, he's about to take off.
You'd better hurry up.

Oh, but he can't!

I mean, I haven't...

- I told him I was going to marry you.
- That doesn't matter. Go on.

Oh! Thank you, Hamish.

- Can you give me a lift?
- Going a long way.

- I don't mind how far it is.
- I'm travelling light.

I'm only eight stone three.

- What about Hamish McArran?
- Oh, he understands everything.

It wasn't true what I told you,
about promising to marry him.

I only did that to hurt you.

[engine starts]

[romantic music plays]