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(SOFT DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(UPBEAT MUSIC)
SANDY: Dear Donal, any chance of you visiting Glenrothan?
Ah, it'd be good to see ya.
My health hasnae been that great but, ah, you know,
I'm still alive and kicking.
It's been a while now.
Nearly 40 years since you left for America.
That's a long old time.
Big changes here.
You'd hardly recognise the place.
So, how about it?
I would be very happy to extend a warm welcome.
Your brother, Sandy.
(TRUNDLING)
(GULPS)
Ah...
Oh...
JESS: So, you finally wrote that letter.
Do you want me to post it for you? Save you a trip?
You're a master distiller, Jess, not the postie.
I think I can manage a walk to the post office by myself.
I know you can. Just saving you the bother.
You've read it then?
SANDY: Uh-huh.
Chock-full of sex and drugs.
Dearie, dearie me.
My wee brother. What's he like?
Like himself, Sandy.
Exactly like himself.
Aye.
- (GENTLE MUSIC) - (DOOR OPENS)
(DOOR CLOSES AGAIN)
(DISTANT CHEERING)
- (MAN CROONING) - (CROWD CHEERING)
(CITY BUSTLING)
WOMAN OVER PA: Chicago is next.
(LAUGHING, CHATTING)
MAN OVER SPEAKERS: Have a great evening, folks...
♪ You thru and thru
♪ To find what 15 cents could do
♪ One meatball
♪ He could afford but one meatball ♪
Come on up here, Amy!
- My daughter, Amy! - (AUDIENCE CHEERS AND APPLAUDS)
This girl shoots from the hip.
- MAN: Yeah, Amy! - (WHISTLING)
♪ He told the waiter near at hand
♪ A simple dinner he had planned
♪ The guests were startled one and all
♪ To hear that waiter loudly call...
♪ "One meatball
♪ One meatball
♪ This here gent gets one meatball" ♪
MAN: Woo!
♪ The little man felt ill at ease
♪ Said, "Some bread, Sir if you please"
♪ The waiter hollered down the hall
♪ "You gets no bread with one meatball!"
♪ One meatball
♪ And no spaghetti One meatball
♪ You gets no bread with one...
♪ You gets no bread with one meatball! ♪
(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)
(PHONE RINGING)
(EMERGENCY SIRENS)
- AMY: Dad? - DONAL: Mhm? What?
AMY: Dad, wake up!
- Huh? What? - No, you've got to wake up.
There's been a fire at the club.
- What? - The whole place, it's-- it's...
DONAL: Oh, Jesus!
FIREFIGHTER: Someone get the ladder. We've gotta go!
FIREFIGHTER 2: Hook it up to the fire hydrant.
(SOFT JAZZ MUSIC)
(BROKEN GLASS CRUNCHING)
Oh, Jesus!
(CLATTERING)
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
It's not the end of the world, Dad. Nobody was hurt.
We're insured. We can build this place back up.
Sure we can, yeah.
It's the perfect time to go for a little trip.
Well, don't let me stop you.
No, you're gonna come with us. You, me and Sasha.
We're gonna go see Uncle Sandy.
No, no.
Amy, I can't. I've got stuff to do here.
Important stuff. It's been too long.
And you know I never look back.
And what about this letter, huh?
Where did you find that?
In one of your pockets.
While I was sorting through the chaos that is your apartment.
"Dear Donal, would be nice to see you.
"My health isn't that great.
"It's been almost 40 years now.
"That's quite a long time".
Sasha and I go to Glenrothan every year.
And we ask you to go with us every time.
And every time, you say no.
What are you waiting for, huh?
For him to die and you to dance on his grave?
Oh... come on.
He's your brother!
He doesn't have any kids.
Just a distillery.
You're all he's got, Dad.
(UPLIFTING GUITAR MUSIC)
♪ The little man felt very bad
♪ One meatball was all he had
♪ And in his dreams he'd hear that call
♪ You get no bread with one meatball
♪ One meatball
♪ Well, you get no bread with...
♪ One meatball ♪
(PLANE WHOOSHING)
- (BAGPIPES PLAYING) - ANNOUNCER: A warm welcome to Scotland.
- Hi! - Jess!
Aww!
Jess.
Long time no see.
As one dead fish said to the other.
Is Sandy not with you, then?
No. Sandy asked me to do the honours.
He doesnae drive much now.
He rarely leaves Glenrothan.
JESS: Sasha, come on, your carriage awaits.
- Let's go! - Ooh!
SASHA: Woo!
(UP-TEMPO JOLLY MUSIC)
- (TYRES SQUEAL) - Oh...
Whoops.
Nice to have you back, Donal.
After all this time.
Yeah, sure.
It's 200 years since the distillery was founded.
- Did you know? - AMY: Wow, that's incredible!
JESS: Yeah, the entire village can't wait to surprise the boss.
How is Sandy?
Hard to tell with Sandy.
- Still waters run deep. - Mm.
It was easier with Donal. He was aye in the shallows.
- Paddling. - (LAUGHS)
And where were you?
Lost in admiration.
(RATTLING, BUMPING)
Uh...
This part always gets me.
It's like Star Wars, isn't it, Gramps?
Just as inhospitable.
(UP-TEMPO JOLLY MUSIC CONTINUES)
Your native land, eh, Donal?
Stop the car.
- (TYRES SCREECH) - (GASPS)
- (VOMITS) - (CAR DOOR OPENS)
Ugh!
(SPITS)
(GROANS)
- You okay? - Oh, never better.
(PACKET RUSTLES)
Here.
(SIGHS)
(BIRDS TWITTER)
(SHEEP BLEATING)
Bonnie Scotland.
Mm.
Be careful with time, Amy.
It can creep up on you, like a shit storm.
(CROW CAWS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
SASHA: Here you go, Gramps.
Candy. Good for your tummy.
Mm.
Thanks, darlin'.
(DRAMATIC UPLIFTING MUSIC)
(AMY LAUGHS)
JESS: Come on, you. Out the car.
You're tired. I know.
Dad!
Later. I'm just gonna have a look around,
maybe have a smoke or... Yeah, I'm having a smoke.
Yeah.
- AMY: Thank you! - Oh, you're welcome.
SANDY: Welcome home!
- (AMY SQUEALS) - Ho, ho! Ho, ho, ho!
- Oh! Oh! - Good to see you!
Oh, my goodness, you have got big!
- Oh, hello there, sweetheart! - Hi!
How are you? Ha, ha!
Oh, it's so good to see you both!
Here, lemme take them. Aah...
The bird has flown, Sandy.
Ah. Our Donal's aye done that.
(SLOW PIANO MUSIC)
(BIRDS SINGING)
I've got some stew on the go.
Ah... Dig in whenever you like.
AMY: Do you have to pee?
- Yeah. - Go.
- Oh... - (CROCKERY CLANKING)
So...
he came, then.
He did.
Did you have to march him to the airport at gunpoint?
(LAUGHS) No, I didn't need to.
Didn't need to use the handcuffs either.
- Well, that's a turn up. - Mm.
AMY: I read your letter.
What's going on with your health?
Oh, just exaggerated a bit
to give Donal a wee fright! (LAUGHS)
It's nothing, you know. Er, age.
Age catching up, mm.
Nothing to worry about.
Hey, erm...
I don't know what happened between you two.
I mean, Dad won't tell me and you won't tell me.
But...
I think that this is a really great opportunity
for you guys to clean all of this up.
SASHA: Chow time.
I could eat a horse.
(LAUGHS)
I'm not kidding!
(BIRDS SINGING)
(BEAUTIFUL CHORAL MUSIC)
(VOICES LAUGHING)
Donal, take my hand, love!
(LAUGHS)
(GASPS) Oh, so cold!
- (GASPS) - (LAUGHTER)
Donal Nairn! Donal!
For God's sake, woman! That lad is as daft as you are!
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
(STONE SKIMMING)
Let's see you beat that.
(PEBBLES CLATTERING)
(STONE SKIPPING)
SANDY: Oh, a sixer.
Not bad, aye.
Not good enough though, eh?
Out of practice.
You?
Ah...
(STONE SKIMMING)
Close, but no cigar.
(SIGHS) Mhm.
You were missed at his funeral.
He never missed me.
Oh, but I did.
It was quick at the end.
Body, strong as an ox.
Mind, totally gone.
Ah...
Died nursing a dram.
The only thing he ever loved.
You keep thinking that
if it makes you feel better.
I've got a stew on the range.
If you're in the mood.
Venison.
Your favourite.
No rush.
It'll keep.
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)
What the hell are you doing here, Donal Nairn?
(SIGHS)
JAMES: You hear me, Donal?
Don't show your face here again!
Never come back!
(POT LID OPENS)
How's the stew?
(LID CLOSES)
I'm sure it's fine, but I'm not that hungry.
(SIGHS)
You were aye a messy eater, Donal Nairn.
(CHUCKLES)
Wee toddy?
If you insist.
(CUPS CLINKING)
(KETTLE BUBBLING)
You don't have a teapot?
What do I need a teapot for?
There's only me.
You can't run to two teabags?
(COW MOOS IN DISTANCE)
Waste not, want not.
(SIGHS)
(FIRE CRACKLES)
(BIRD SQUAWKING)
So, I got your letter.
I assumed, seeing as you're here.
Is it bad?
Is that wishful thinking?
I'm not even gonna grace that with an answer.
Slàinte.
Cheers.
Ever the contrary bugger, I see.
So, how bad is it?
Not too bad, as far as I know.
What does that mean?
Well, they've done tests. I'm waiting on results.
Testing for what?
There is a rumour of a tumour.
- (CHUCKLES) - Uh...
Och, it's nothing.
You know what doctors are like, you know.
They love their wee tests. (CHUCKLES)
And once they've got you, they go daft.
How's the club?
Er, it's closed, er, for refurbishment right now.
- Refurbishment? - Mm-hmm.
You know, I really have to... I... I need to crash.
Where, er...
Your old room.
You'll find it where you left it.
(JAUNTY BLUES MUSIC)
♪ Going to work on Monday morning
♪ Well, that's one hard thing to do
♪ Well, going to work on Monday morning, people... ♪
Oh, fuck!
- (CHUCKLES) - (TAPE BOX RATTLES)
♪ That's one hard thing to do ♪
Jess...
Wild child.
♪ But I'd rather be home
♪ I'd rather be home with you
♪ Big boss man Big boss man... ♪
(CROW CAWING)
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
(MACHINES WHIRRING, CLANKING)
(BACKGROUND CHATTER)
Gus!
Those oak barrels arrive yet?
Aye.
And waiting for your say so.
Aye.
I hear he's back. Is he coming back to work?
(SIGHS) Are you on strike
or are you coming to help me out the back?
Burny, burny.
- She's in a good mood today. - Aye.
Worried about her job, maybe?
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
(BACKGROUND CHATTER)
JESS: Okay, so, over there a bit. Left, left, left. Left, left.
Back a bit, back.
A bit higher. Higher, higher, higher.
That's it. (CLAPS)
Roll it out a bit. Come on.
(JESS' CHATTER CONTINUES)
Good! Straight, oh...
Come on! Hurry up! Before Sandy comes back.
Come on! Hurry!
That's it. Higher. Higher, higher, higher! That's it.
Hold it out, straight.
Glen Nairn Bicentenary Celebration.
What more?
Come on.
Oh, shit.
But in our loch,
in the deep hidden depths of Glenrothan,
who knows?
What big beastie might be lurking there!
Ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho, ho!
- Gramps! - Oh, look what the wind blew in.
A big beastie. (LAUGHING)
You sleep alright?
Fine, thanks.
Sash, where's your mother?
C'mon see, lazybones!
What about your breakfast?
(CRITTERS CHIRPING)
Okay.
You look busy.
Yeah. Making the most of the light.
You didn't tell me.
Didn't tell you what?
That you have a studio.
Yeah, I'm not doing this, Dad.
Okay? We agreed that when Sasha and I came out here,
you didn't want to know anything about it.
"Nothing. No information." That's what you said.
Okay? We've kept our end of the deal.
My word is my bond.
Shot from the hip, daughter.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
- Wee! - (LAUGHS)
Sandy put it up for me!
- Come and push! - On my way!
Aah...
Oh, and way!
Can we go big beastie hunting after this?
Shall we ask your grandad to join us?
Mm-hmm.
(MACHINERY WHIRRING)
(CROW CAWING)
YOUNG SANDY: Donal, where are you going?
(PENSIVE MUSIC)
Guess.
YOUNG SANDY: Donal, no.
If he catches us...
YOUNG DONAL: He won't.
I just want a wee look.
Okay.
Hold the lantern up, dopey.
- JAMES: Donal! - (GASPS)
(BIRDS SINGING, CRYING)
(SHEEP BLEATING)
Hold on.
What's he doing back?
It's Donal Nairn.
(LEAVES RUSTLING)
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)
You mean from the family who own the distillery up the road?
Aye.
- He's always been weird. - Oh, aye.
If you could choose to go anywhere,
anywhere in the world,
where would you go?
- Glenrothan. - (LAUGHS)
- You're already here. - Aye, Sandy,
but if I wasn't here,
and I had the choice of anywhere,
it'd be here.
What about you?
SANDY: Anywhere but here.
(SCOFFS)
Out there is a great big place,
and I want to see it.
You belong here, Donal.
You love everything about it.
The distillery, the loch, the hills.
- Aye. So do you. - Sure, I do.
You're the one he needs to keep the distillery going.
(RUSTLING IN UNDERGROWTH)
Have you seen a rabbit?
I heard you were coming back.
I remember you, Donal Nairn.
Really thought you were something.
Black sheep now, eh?
At least I didn't shoot anything.
You gonna report me, King of the Castle?
And they think I'm weird?
Alright...
if they want weird,
I'll give them weird.
- (GUNSHOT) - Ooh!
(WINGS FLUTTERING FRANTICALLY)
- (JAUNTY MUSIC) - Jesus.
(DOG BARKING)
(BIRDS SINGING)
(CROWS CAWING)
Uh-oh, it's Malevolent Mary.
Donal Nairn. (CHUCKLES)
Did you think I didnae know it was you pinching the gobstoppers out my shop?
You were aye a pain in the arse.
Never even showed to carry your own father's coffin.
He had high hopes for you.
God knows why.
Nae brains worth a damn!
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Can you see it, Sash? Can you see it?
- Oh, yay! - Well done, Sash!
- (SANDY LAUGHS) Well done. - Wow.
SASHA: Uncle Sandy...
Uh-huh?
When will Gramps be back?
When the cow jumps over the moon.
- And the little dog laughs. - (GIGGLES)
Well done, Sasha.
AMY: Let me see!
SASHA: Uncle Sandy, come on!
(QUIETLY) Oh, shit!
SANDY: You're too fast for me.
(SASHA LAUGHS)
- (KNOCKING) - Yeah.
Dinner's at 7:00.
Now, we usually make a wee bit of an effort,
but, er, if you haven't got anything suitable, erm...
I could be suitable.
Ah.
7:00, then.
(LIGHT MUSIC)
SANDY: I need a guinea pig!
Here we are.
If I eat that,
I get two puddings, right?
(DOORBELL RINGS)
(GASPS)
- Hi. - Hey.
You look wonderful!
Aww, in this old thing?
- (CHUCKLES) - (DOOR CLOSES)
(SNIFFS) Mmm.
JESS: Come here! Aww...
Did you catch the big beastie?
Yeah, but we set it free.
Oh, this child is a philosopher.
SASHA: What's a philosopher?
JESS: Ask your grandad.
So, how's your dad coping being back?
AMY: Hardly seen him since we got here.
JESS: Nothing's changed, then.
Still full o' mince.
- Mince? - Selfish.
Conceited. Smug.
So, you finally made it home.
And made my old friend happy.
Dougie.
How are your patients these days?
Still dropping like flies?
Aah, retired now. My appetite is slaked.
(CHUCKLES)
Home is the wanderer.
Home from the hill.
I'm loving every minute.
(JAUNTY MUSIC)
Aah...
Dougie... on the scrounge, eh?
Just making up the numbers, Jess.
(WHISKEY POURING)
How's the whisky, Donal?
As good as I remember it.
Glad it lives up to your exacting standards.
Honoured guests, take your seats for a once in a lifetime trip to...
Morocco!
Here we are!
Enjoy.
So, Donal...
Sandy tells me you're the chief proprietor
of a blues club.
Where exactly is this den of iniquity?
Downtown Chicago.
Chicago?
Gangsters.
Al Capone.
Yeah, he's six feet under.
I'm only there for the music.
Our mother loved her music.
Erm, that's where, er, Donal gets it from.
Aye, she did.
When she was alone.
Just with me.
Well, I was there sometimes.
DONAL: Radio full blast.
All the greats.
She'd sing along. Even dance.
Yeah, our ma could really dance.
(SOFT PIANO MUSIC)
Not with her husband, though.
Not with him.
DOUGIE: James Nairn had his virtues.
Hm?
Clean plate. Pudding time.
In a minute.
AMY: Give your tummy a rest, Sash.
Yeah, I feel like a smoke first.
Palate cleanser.
(DOOR OPENS)
(DOUGIE CHUCKLES)
(DOOR CLOSES)
Dougie's a bumptious wee prick.
Don't give him the satisfaction, eh?
Okay, boss woman.
Your pudding's going cold.
It's Cranachan. It's always cold.
I'm just checking you're not asleep, Donal.
You look great...
by the way.
Flattery will get you nowhere.
Aye, not with you, that's for sure.
No harm in trying though.
Donal, how long have you been singing the blues?
All my life, Dougie.
As you well know.
AMY: He's an expert.
He wrote a book about it.
Wild Man Blues.
It's actually really good.
You should read it. Uncle Sandy read it.
Aye, I did. I got it in the Oxfam shop.
It was in the bargain bucket.
(CHUCKLES)
(LIGHT MUSIC)
Cheers for that.
You're welcome. (CHUCKLES)
He's gonna be releasing another one next year.
Oh, I dunno about next year. These things take time.
It's called Blues, the Missing Link.
Ever think to write about home?
- Home? - Glenrothan.
DOUGIE: Now, there's a worthwhile subject.
But he'll be too busy looking after his club.
What's the name of the club?
Donal's Dive.
- Sounds like a swimming pool. - (LAUGHTER)
Maybe you could change it, Pops.
When you rebuild it.
SANDY: What do you mean, "rebuild it"?
- Because of the fire. - What fire--
Amy?
There was a fire at the club.
The whole thing just... went up in flames.
When?
Just before we came out here.
It's gonna be okay. We're gonna be able to rebuild.
All we need is the insurance money.
(COUGHS) I'm just going for a smoke.
I'll try not to burn everything down.
It's a bit late for that.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
My dad loves that club.
So do I.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(EXHALES)
I used to work here, fixing things.
AMY: Mm.
That was then.
Now I'm better at breaking them.
When are you gonna stop feeling sorry for yourself, Dad?
Is that what I do?
Yeah...
sometimes.
You should not be smoking.
That's beautiful!
That was Sandy's.
He never let me have a go on it, the wee shite.
You should really cut him some slack, you know.
Why? He set me up in there like a...
hairy coconut.
No, he didn't.
He wanted that dinner to be a welcome home for you.
Then he shouldn't have invited that asshole.
Dougie's been his friend for years.
I mean, he's always been here.
He might be an asshole, but he's a consistent asshole.
What?
Oh, ho!
(LAUGHS) I thought Sandy would have scrapped this...
a long time ago. Er...
AMY: Mm.
But he must have kept it all these years.
Taken care of it.
Why would he do that, you think?
Guilt.
Or love?
Look.
Oh, c'mon!
Must have kept that for you too, huh?
Yeah, I guess he must have.
This goes like this...
Goes like that.
- Ooh! - (PLAYFUL MUSIC)
Oh, my God!
(LAUGHTER)
- I mean... - Come on.
There's a key here.
(ENGINE STARTS)
- (LAUGHS) - (ENGINE REVS)
Dad, at least say thank you!
He found it, then.
Yeah.
Wild Man Blues.
There'll be no holding him now.
There never was, was there?
Oh, yeah, there was.
There was a time when this was more than enough.
(ENGINE REVVING, RUMBLING)
(JOYFUL MUSIC)
MAE: Donal, don't get stuck here.
I know you love it and it's beautiful, but it'll trap you.
It'll crush all that fire out of ya like it has your father.
Donal, first chance you get,
you just go and never look back.
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)
Okay, Mister Chairman?
When do you think he'll be back?
I wouldnae wait up.
Once our Donal was on that bike,
it was Goodnight Vienna.
Aye.
And you always on the back.
Just keepin' an eye on him.
The man was a menace.
I missed him... when he was gone.
(WAVES LAPPING)
(BIRDS SQUAWKING)
- (GENTLE MUSIC) - (FISHING REEL WHIZZING)
(MOTORBIKE APPROACHING)
Aye, that's a bad habit you've got.
Going and not coming back.
Just took a ride. Fell asleep.
We were worried about you.
(LAUGHS)
What you laughing at?
I'm sorry. (LAUGHS)
- What? - Sorry, it's your hat. Your hat.
This hat is a necessary adjunct to the art of fly fishing.
(LAUGHS)
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.
Actually, you know what?
- What? - (SIGHS)
I wanna thank you.
For looking like a numpty?
No. For looking after my bike.
You didn't need to do that, it's a real gift and...
appreciated.
(BIRDS SINGING)
Sorry about your club.
Show me round the distillery.
I wanna see it.
Well, then come this way, sir.
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
- Where do we find Jess? - The Holy of Holies, Mr Nairn.
- Ah. - She'll be there. Of course.
Er, Donal, come along!
DONAL: Coming.
Ah, this is Gus. Our masher man.
Your old stomping ground.
This is our Glen Nairn Blended Whisky.
- A blend? - Ah, well,
she's a very intelligent woman, Jess.
It's a fine, honest commercial whisky, and we sell it by the barrel load.
What would Father say?
Ah, well, Father's not here.
You know, one day just before the end,
he was sitting in his study, sun shining, eyes clear.
And he kept saying he was sorry.
Aye, James Nairn said he was sorry.
And how much he loved me.
Well, I didn't know where to put myself.
And then...
I realised, he thought I was you.
He kept calling me Donal.
"I'm sorry, Donal. I'm sorry.
"I've always loved you".
He-- he was confused. He meant you.
He didn't.
(BACKGROUND CHATTER)
(SIGHS)
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
Here, taste this, Jess.
How is it?
JESS: Mm...
JAMES: Donal.
Are you mixing a blend?
Over my dead body.
I've been working on that for days!
This is not your playground!
You're not here to indulge yourself, Donal.
You're here to respect the years of blood, sweat and tears
that have gone into creating our whisky.
Understood?
You should know better!
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
(SIGHS)
It's okay.
Just give him time, like your mum says.
- He'll get over it. - Mm-hmm.
SANDY: Jess, you've got a visitor.
Glad you could find the time, Donal.
Feel free to stay, but don't mind if I carry on.
I'm a bit behind.
Have you been to your mother's grave yet?
Oh, just carry on. Some other time.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
Sure, some other time, Donal.
(SIGHS)
(SNIFFS, SIGHS)
Hey, Ma.
Sorry I'm late. I've been a bit tied up recently.
Oh, Ma,
if you only knew
what I've been doing all these years.
The best things...
the best things are my girls.
Amy and...
Sasha.
You'd love them.
Sasha's nine.
So full of it. I wonder where she gets that from.
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)
I miss talking to you, Ma.
You always had my back.
You were always there...
to look out for me.
So, once you'd gone...
(SIGHS)
I never felt safe again.
(BAGPIPES PLAYING)
Donal. Where do you think you're going, Donal Nairn?
Get back inside!
You don't walk out on your own mother's wake.
Show some respect, for God's sake!
What, you mean like you did?
You gave her no respect.
You gave her no love!
You gave her nothing!
You know, go back to the whisky, Dad.
It's all you've got left.
You know, you're dead, too.
Dead in here.
- Where are ya going? Donal! - Far away as fucking possible!
You're not going anywhere! I won't let you.
Just leave me alone, man.
- Don't... - What are you doing?
I'm... Sandy, get off me!
Ugh!
(FIGHTING, STRUGGLING)
(SAD MUSIC)
(STRUGGLING CONTINUES)
Get off!
Come back! Come back!
- Get off me! - Urgh!
(GROANS)
Donal, it's alright.
Please!
Please don't go!
Let him go, Sandy.
We don't want him here.
You hear me, Donal?
Don't show your face here again!
Never come back!
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)
I did what you told me, Ma.
I got out.
So, here I am, Ma.
Back.
But I don't know where I belong.
(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
Hey.
You wanna do a puzzle or something?
No.
I'm waiting for Gramps.
AMY: He'll be back soon.
C'mon, let's go play.
(VEHICLE APPROACHING)
Can I help?
Are ye lost?
Er, I don't think so.
This is the Nairn residence, yes?
Aye, it is.
Then I am most definitely not lost.
I am looking for Mr Donal Nairn.
Oh, he's out at the minute.
I'm his brother, Sandy Nairn.
(CROWS CAWING)
Anna McKinley.
S and A Business Partners.
I'm here to follow up about us carrying out a valuation on his distillery,
with a view to selling.
Selling his distillery?
Yes.
I'm afraid you've been taken in,
like all of us at some time or another,
by that sleekit wastrel who is my brother.
It is my distillery.
Drive safe.
Hey! Who was that?
(FOOTSTEPS RECEDING)
- (PUB MUSIC PLAYING) - (BACKGROUND CHATTER)
Donal Nairn! A sight for sore eyes.
Nan Baxter.
Still work here?
I own the joint now.
How'd you manage that?
Robbed a bank.
Gus, give this young man a drink, would you?
Hang on, don't you work for my brother?
He does. It was him that fixed up that bike of yours.
Aye, it was rusted to hell.
I bet.
You did a great job. Runs like a dream.
- What can I get ye, then? - Glen Nairn, double cask.
Thought you might say that.
Can I run a card?
GUS: All mod cons.
DONAL: Who's the band?
They don't have a name. They're just Kirsty's band.
Jess' daughter.
(AUDIENCE CHEERS AND APPLAUDS)
(NEXT SONG BEGINS)
"Nobody Knows You When You're Down and Out"?
Might be.
Play the blues?
Blues, jigs, reels, country.
Is that thing working?
There's only one way to find out.
Oh, you are Jess' daughter, alright.
And you're Donal Nairn.
Sandy Nairn's wee brother.
That's the rumour.
Mind if I sit in?
It's a free country.
♪ Once I lived the life of a millionaire
♪ Spending my money and I did not care
♪ Took all my friends out for a mighty fine time
♪ Drinking bootleg liquor champagne and wine
♪ Then I began to fall so low
♪ Didn't have a friend and nowhere to go
♪ If I get my hands on a dollar again
♪ I'ma hang on to it till that eagle grins
♪ 'Cause nobody knows you
♪ When you're down and out
♪ In your pocket not one penny
♪ And as for friends you don't have any
♪ 'Cause nobody knows you
♪ When you're down and out
♪ In your pocket not one penny... ♪
(FADES OUT)
- (LIVELY PUB MUSIC PLAYING) - (AUDIENCE CLAPPING ALONG)
- MAN: Wahey! - (AUDIENCE CHEERS AND APPLAUDS)
She has that effect on everybody.
Shall we go for it?
"Johnny Lad"?
Can ye last it out?
- Oh, I think I'll get there. - Alright.
♪ I bought a wife in Edinburgh
♪ For ae wee baw-bee
♪ And then I got a penny back to buy... ♪
Good, isn't he?
Well, you should know.
Oh, yes.
I suppose I should.
♪ And wi' you my Johnny lad
♪ As I was walking early
♪ I chanced to see the Queen
♪ She was playing at the football
♪ Wi' the lads on Glesca-Green
♪ And wi' you, and wi' you
♪ And wi' you, my Johnny lad
♪ I'll dance the buckles off my shoes, wi' you
♪ My Johnny lad
♪ Now, Solomon and David
♪ Led very wicked lives
♪ Winchin' every evening wi' other people's wives
♪ And wi' you, and wi' you
♪ And wi' you, my Johnny lad
♪ I'll dance the buckles off my shoes
♪ Wi' you, my Johnny lad
♪ The Duke was in the parlour
♪ Eating bread and honey
♪ The Queen was in the treasury
♪ Fiddling Scotland's money
♪ And wi' you, and wi' you
♪ And wi' you, my Johnny lad
♪ I'll dance the buckles off my shoes
♪ Wi' you, my Johnny lad
♪ Now, Johnny is a bonnie lad
♪ He is a lad o' mine
♪ I've never had a better lad
♪ And I've had twenty-nine
♪ And wi' you, and wi' you
♪ And wi' you, my Johnny lad
♪ I'll dance the buckles off my shoes
♪ Wi' you, my Johnny lad ♪
- (AUDIENCE CHEERS AND APPLAUDS) - Ye-hey!
(LAUGHS)
AMY: Hey.
I'm sorry if my dad upset you, Sandy.
You've nothing to be sorry for.
Your father was making bad decisions long before you arrived.
Well, I could...
take out the car, go and look for him.
You're not going anywhere at this time of night!
Hell mend him.
(DISTANT BACKGROUND CHATTER)
Hey!
Donal Nairn...
Your banker's card.
Sorry to say it got declined.
Ah, shit!
Sorry. Sorry. Must be the...
the time difference and stuff.
I think I've got some cash.
Nan said we can stand you a couple of drams
in return for the music.
Ah, thanks very much.
I am good for it, though.
Right enough.
- See ya. - You will!
Ah, shit!
- Oh, well... - (PUB DOOR CLOSES)
♪ And wi' you, and wi' you
♪ And wi' you, my Johnny lad
♪ I'll dance the buckles off... ♪
(CAR PULLS UP)
You're a right eejit, Donal Nairn!
Get in, before I run you over.
Okay, okay!
Your daughter can sing a bit.
Plays a mean guitar.
(SQUEAKING)
Do you ever take anything seriously?
Not if I can help it.
There are folk here who deserve better from you.
Forty years is a long time to hold a grudge, Jess.
Well, you would know about that.
(SOLEMN MUSIC)
DONAL: Mhm.
JESS: Donal.
See, you, with a bit of practice,
you could be quite good.
(DOOR SLAMS)
I've been waiting up for you.
You should have come to the pub.
I went down a storm.
Ah, so long as you're the star, Donal,
no-one else matters.
(SIGHS) Just like the old man.
That's this place.
That's what it does to you, Sandy.
Well, you should be fine, turning your back on it.
On all of us.
I couldn't stay.
I... Not after Ma had gone.
I was the one who should have left!
But I couldn't abandon you, because you were wee!
So, I waited.
And then you just abandoned me.
You could have come with me.
No, I could not!
I couldn't leave him on his own.
No matter what you thought,
he was still our father.
You never stood up to him.
Not once.
You let him bully her, and you let him bully me!
Ach! You let yourself get that way.
And Ma would always take your part.
You're a devious wee bugger, Donal.
What the fuck does that mean?
Getting the distillery valued behind my back!
What were you hoping for?
That I'd keel over and you could sell it
from under the family's nose?
Oh, you came back, alright,
but it wasnae for me.
So...
off you go, Donal.
Off you go.
And for good this time.
Suit yourself.
You righteous fuckin' asshole!
(SCREAMING)
Ugh...
(FIGHTING, SCUFFLING)
- You're too old for this. - Argh! Says who?
I thought you were sick?
I can take you anytime!
- AMY: Hey! - Agh...
(LOUD WHISPER) Hey! Stop it! Both of you!
- (SANDY GROANS) - You wait all of this time
to come together to, what, just fight the whole time?
- Come here. - (SANDY GROANS)
- And in your condition? - I'm fine, I'm fine.
What is going on?
Ask your dad, Amy.
Ask your dad what he's been up to.
I have been making enquiries
into how much the distillery might be worth.
Why?
Because of the club, Amy.
What does this have to do with the club?
I didn't... keep up with the insurance premiums,
and so I can't rebuild.
The club is gone.
And Sandy's right. I'm no good.
I came back here thinking there might be some money in it.
- How could you do that? - I know. I know.
It sounds terrible, but...
I wasn't really gonna go through with it.
You've gotta believe me. Both of you.
- You've got to. - Oh...
AMY: Hey. Come here, baby.
(MELANCHOLIC MUSIC)
It's okay.
(DOOR CLOSES)
(BIRDS SINGING)
(GASPS)
Hm. Amy called me,
and I thought I might find you here.
This is where we used to smoke pot together.
The verbal herbal.
In case your father caught us red-handed.
Goh! I'm wet as hell.
That's what you get if you don't keep your wits about you.
This'll get you going.
I'm confused.
- About what? - You.
All that running away from here,
wind in your face and all that shit.
Yet you end up staying in the same place for 30 odd years.
What can I say, I'm a bundle of annoying contradictions.
Can't argue with that.
So, what happened to you after...
After you left me high and dry?
Went to uni.
Studied the craft.
But then your father got ill.
And Sandy was left with it all.
He asked me to lend a hand, so I did.
- And I ended up master distiller. - Queen Bee.
Which you could have been.
I salute you.
Mm.
(LIGHT MUSIC)
So, you came back. Then what?
Married Tom Buchanan.
We laughed a lot.
But he died.
Bad farm accident.
Oh, God! I'm so sorry.
Not as sorry as I was.
And what about Amy's mum?
She's still back in Chicago.
We were married too, until she left me.
Turns out I'm not a great husband.
I took my ma up here once.
Not long before she died.
She told me to go,
and to never look back.
- Close your eyes. - What...
Stick out your dukes.
Do it. Close them!
No peeking.
What are you doing?
It doesn't matter how far you run
or where you end up,
this is your land.
This is Glenrothan.
This is who we are, Donal!
You didn't even send me a postcard!
(LIGHT-HEARTED GUITAR MUSIC)
(LIGHTLY SNORING)
(BIKE ROARS)
Oh!
Oh.
- (DOOR SLAMS) - Dearie me.
Dearie, dearie me.
- It's horrible. - Uh-huh.
Truly horrible.
(SANDY'S STOMACH GURGLES)
Urgh...
(FARTS)
Ah. That's better.
(BIRDS SINGING)
Ah, sweet pea.
I wanna...
say sorry.
I, er...
Me as well.
I'm, er...
I just...
I-- I just-- I let you down. I lost the heid.
I'm dead scunnered with myself.
Me too.
Yeah.
Dead scunnered.
Why did you fight?
Er, well...
we got angry about something that happened...
- A long time ago. - Yeah.
And it's, er...
difficult to explain.
When I fight,
we take time out.
Then we say we're sorry.
If it was a long time ago,
then you've had your time out.
(SWING CREAKS)
(CROWS CAWING)
Don't think you're off the hook, Dad.
(SOFT MUSIC)
Do you fancy a wee walk?
(DRAMATIC MUSIC)
(WAVES LAPPING)
(GULLS CRYING)
I'm king of the castle!
Sandy's a dirty wee rascal!
(GIGGLES)
I've missed you, Donal.
I don't know why.
You're family.
That's not a good reason.
It is.
For me.
I was aye second banana.
You were the star.
It was you who had the talent for distilling.
But you drove our father demented.
He died demented.
And so he did.
Jeez, I get the blame for everything around here.
(LAUGHING)
SANDY: Ach...
Everything landed on me when you left,
but I was never good enough in his eyes.
Not even close.
I'm sorry, Sandy.
I wish it could have been different.
I wish I could have stayed.
Better late than never, eh?
I've got a wee meeting tonight with, er, Jess.
It'd be good if you could, you know, come along.
Hm...
(DOOR OPENS, CLOSES)
I thought this was business?
Er...
SANDY: It is.
I've been thinking for a while now,
and I know that it's time.
I've decided to resign as chairman of the distillery.
Donal, my brother, will take over the reins.
What?
Well, you said before.
No, I didn't. I never-- I never said that.
SANDY: "I wish I had stayed". That's what you said.
DONAL: Well... you...
- SANDY: Now, you can. - (EXHALES)
Yeah, yeah, but that was just...
What?
Brotherly love?
I'm no businessman, Sandy.
Aye, you ran a club in Chicago.
It burned to the ground.
You see? It's not so bad.
A gift from the gods!
Oh, you must be away with the fairies
if you think I can do this, Sandy.
I-- I can't. This...
er... this is not for me.
This distillery has passed from father to son,
brother to brother.
It's your birthright.
You were born to it.
Jess, tell him...
I can't do this, Sandy.
I'm a showman, a song-and-dance man.
You know that.
I'm a liability.
That's the truth of it.
I'm sorry, Sandy.
Then you leave me no choice but to sell the distillery.
The enquiry has been made.
Yes, Donal?
- Ah... - We'll end this now.
Both of us.
Once and for all.
Sandy, calm yourself, man.
What in God's name are you doing?
This distillery is the heart of this village.
This whisky is these people.
It's their livelihood.
You sell it to some outsider and...
who knows what will happen?
Nothing will change.
Everything will bloody change!
Ugh! You're both as bad as each other.
Selfish, spoiled and stubborn!
But you're not the ones who will suffer from this.
You're acting like a pair of kids who can't get their own way,
and bloody deserve each other!
I am done with the pair of you!
(DOOR SLAMS)
(SOFT BLUESY PIANO MUSIC)
Sandy, come on...
It's been said, Donal.
Duty done.
(RAIN PATTERING)
(THUNDER RUMBLING)
I owe you an apology.
I messed up with the insurance.
I wanted to tell you, but I just didn't know how.
Story of your life, Dad.
Yeah, it would appear so.
(SIGHS)
But I'm gonna fix it, Amy.
As soon as we get back.
So, you're just gonna leave Sandy all over again?
Amy, I think I've finally burnt my bridges with your Uncle Sandy.
(INHALES)
He asked me to stay and take over the distillery,
and I just can't do it.
I, even though I can see how fragile he is, I just...
- Oh, Dad... - I-- I know. I'm ashamed of myself.
When I was Sasha's age,
I used to run away and hide every time I got into trouble.
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
And you would find me.
And you'd make me face whatever mess I made.
Because you said that when I did that,
I was on my way to fixing it.
Now's your turn.
Practice what you preach.
We all make mistakes, Dad.
It's how we handle it that counts.
(HUMMING)
(TAP ON THE WINDOW)
(LOUDER TAP)
Can you not knock on the door, like any other human being?
Pebble at the window.
How I got my buddies out.
Some folk never grow up.
I threw a pebble at your window once before.
A long time ago and you never answered.
When was this?
Night I left.
No! (SNIFFLES)
I wanted to say goodbye.
You should have battered the door down!
Your granny would have killed me.
She never liked you anyway!
(SIGHS) Everything is always about you, Donal, eh?
I was your best pal.
Your mother aye said we were like a pair o' tadpoles.
I never felt that close to another living soul.
But when you left, you just cut me off like a dead branch.
Like-- like I was nothing!
I was scared. I was scared.
I didn't-- To look back!
What about now?
Are you still scared?
No. No, I'm not.
And I'm gonna fix this, Jess, I promise you.
How?
Because the weekend is supposed to be a celebration!
Well, that's what I'm just trying to work out.
Yeah? Well, good fuckin' luck!
(SIGHS)
(SOFT BLUESY PIANO MUSIC)
(BIRDS CAWING)
DONAL: That one...
looks like a big rhinoceros.
- No. - No?
- What then? - A big, fat bottom!
(LAUGHTER)
Donal, is Sandy on his way?
The fish won't wait, you know.
And I'm under orders from Jess to get him the hell out of the way.
I'll go get him.
Thank you.
Anything from the hospital?
He keeps saying everything's okay.
He says that, but in my professional opinion,
he'll need chemo next.
And at his age, it's a risky business.
If he was a horse, he'd be long odds.
- I wouldnae back him. - (CAR PULLS UP)
SANDY: Ready when you are, sir.
DOUGIE: Finally!
DONAL: Sandy...
- (CAR DOOR OPENS) - Can we talk?
Nothing else to say, Donal.
- (CAR DOOR CLOSES) - We're all done and dusted.
- JESS: Careful now. - (UP-TEMPO MUSIC)
Come on, right. Let's get this set up before Sandy gets back.
MAN: Let's do what the Queen Bee tells us!
Okay.
(MAN SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY)
Wow!
JESS: One, two...
Hey, up we go!
Dunkie, stronger than you think, eh?
Let's have a look.
Looking good!
Sandy will like that, I hope.
Mm.
What's the matter with you? You haven't said a word all day.
Why don't you just tell him to go?
He's been nothing but trouble his whole life.
Just a waste of space.
- Dougie... - Uh-huh?
Why don't you take a long walk off a short pier?
Mother of mine, the cavalry have arrived!
Hallelujah!
Mr Prodigal, still here then?
- Hi! - Hi. (CHUCKLES)
Oh, he's alright, your dad.
Nah. He's full o' mince.
(PEOPLE CHATTERING)
(CROWD CHEERS, APPLAUDS)
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
MAN: This way!
(JAUNTY MUSIC PLAYING)
SANDY: Where are ya going?
DOUGIE: You'll find out soon enough.
Oh...
PEOPLE: (CLAPPING, CHANTING) SANDY, SANDY, SANDY!
Okay. As head of the parish council,
I was supposed to make a wee opening speech but, ach,
- to hell with that. - (CROWD LAUGHS)
- Sandy Nairn... - (POIGNANT MUSIC)
You better get up here quick!
- Come on! - (CROWD CHEERS, APPLAUDS)
(CHEERING AND APPLAUSE IN DISTANCE)
SANDY: You belong here, Donal.
You love everything about it.
Aye, so do you.
You're the one he needs to keep the distillery going.
MAN: Mr Nairn...
Say something, eh?
- (MIC FEEDBACK) - Well, I... (CHUCKLES AWKWARDLY)
Well, I have to thank you, of course.
It's only right. But...
I don't deserve this.
- I really don't. - CROWD: Aww!
Hey, don't be shy, Sandy!
We'd be lost without you, man.
Please, stop. I beg you.
I've...
given my life to this place.
To the distillery.
And I've done it.
I've done it like an auld horse,
pulling a cart up the hill until the day he dies.
But, you know, I did...
(POIGNANT MUSIC)
I did want other things in my life.
But my duty was my fate,
and my fate was my duty.
(SIGHS)
This is the hardest thing I've ever had to do.
I've decided to sell the distillery.
- (CROWD MURMURING) - WOMAN: No!
- WOMAN 2: What? - I have no...
I... I have no choice.
Absolutely no choice.
DONAL: No, Sandy, there is another choice.
MAN: What?
It's Donal!
My brother's telling the truth. He always has.
He's given everything here,
and it's now time that he had a well-earned rest.
Put his feet up a bit.
Eh, Sandy?
I don't think any of us realise how much you've done,
Sandy, over these past 40 years.
How much you've sacrificed. I know I didn't.
And I know you hoped that I would...
take over the distillery,
but I don't have your strength.
Sandy, I don't have your... belief.
I certainly don't have your generosity of spirit.
But there's someone here who does.
Someone who has never let you down
and who has stood by your side this whole time.
Jess Buchanan,
if you were offered this privilege and duty,
would you accept?
(EXHALES)
Aye. Aye, I would.
So, what do you say, Sandy?
Jess takes over the business,
you and I kick up our heels?
Jess Buchanan,
I am proud to welcome you
as CEO and Chairwoman
of the Glen Nairn Distillery Company.
Whether you like it or not,
you are part of this family.
(CROWD CHEERS, APPLAUDS)
ALL: (CHANTING) JESS! JESS! JESS!
SANDY: Aah, brother. Brother of mine.
Welcome back. Welcome back.
Thank you.
Donal, our father left us these two bottles...
ah... as a gift.
He aye thought they were sublime.
But you, ah, you never know.
They might solve your wee financial problem.
Jess, what do you think?
My God.
These are Glen Nairn 1913 Single Cask.
They could be worth a fortune.
How much?
- (UPBEAT SCOTTISH DANCING MUSIC) - MAN: Woo-ooh! Woo-ooh!
(PEOPLE DANCING, LAUGHING)
Aah! Woo-ooh! Woo! Woo-ooh!
Come on, Dad!
Happily ever after, eh?
- I think so. - Do you believe it?
- Every time. - (LAUGHS)
(CROWD CLAPPING)
(FEET STOMPING)
(DISTANT APPLAUSE)
I love it here.
- (CHUCKLES) - Clearly.
You know, I see these mountains and I just...
I wanna jump outta my skin.
I can feel them in my bones.
Is that why you paint them?
(DISTANT LAUGHTER)
You've gotta take care of Sandy, Dad.
That's your duty.
I'll do my best.
AMY: See you in there!
Donal Nairn, you wee bugger!
God, you scared the pants off me.
(LAUGHS)
- (LAUGHS) - Ah...
- That's a terrible habit. - I know.
You know when you asked me if it was bad?
DONAL: Mm.
I told you a wee fib.
Such as?
They want me to have chemo.
I've said I'll think about it.
Then tell them yes.
I want you around, brother.
(BIRDS TWITTERING)
What if my hair falls out?
I'll buy you a wig.
Alright.
It's a deal.
I shall just have to live until I die.
- (LAUGHS) - (POIGNANT MUSIC)
(WINGS FLAPPING)
(GULLS CRYING)
♪ Oh, my heart's in the Highlands
♪ My heart it is here
♪ My heart's in the Highlands
♪ A' chasing the deer
♪ A' chasing the wild-deer
♪ And following the roe
♪ My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go
♪ My heart's in the Highlands
♪ My heart it is here
♪ My heart's in the Highlands
♪ A' chasing the deer
♪ Oh, a' chasing the wild-deer
♪ And following the roe
♪ My heart's in the Highlands
♪ Wherever I go
♪ Oh, my heart's in the Highlands
♪ Wherever I go ♪
(SHEEP BLEATING)
A superlative cask of Ardross Distillery
Single Malt Whisky, 1984.
Going for the last time now.
Online at £1,900,000.
- (BANGS GAVEL) - Sold!
(AUDIENCE APPLAUDS)
- Congratulations. - Gee. Not bad.
Ah, Ardross, a patient dram. Bonnie distillery.
Quality liquid. (WHISPERS) Well deserved.
And now we come to the final lot of the day.
And a very special lot it is, too.
The last two remaining bottles of a 50-year-old single malt cask whisky
from the Glen Nairn Distillery Company.
Reputedly the best ever produced.
Who will start me at £500,000?
- Online I have 650. - (SUSPENSEFUL MUSIC)
750?
Do I have 900,000?
I have £1,000,000.
Any advance on one million?
A new bidder. 1,250,000.
- Wow! - Any advance on 1,250,000?
Online, 1,400,000.
- Any advance on 1,400,000? - (EXHALES)
- On the telephone... - BIDDER: 1,500,000.
AUCTIONEER: £1,500,000.
Are we all done?
So, for the final time, at £1,500,000...
- Sold! - (BANGS GAVEL)
(CHEERING, APPLAUSE)
(AUDIENCE CHEERS AND APPLAUDS)
(GASPS)
You got your club back, Dad.
- It's your club now, Amy. - What?
I'm gonna stick around here for a bit.
(GIGGLES)
Fancy a drink, Jess?
JESS: Sure, your treat.
(CHUCKLES)
(HAPPY MUSIC PLAYING)
You ready?
You betcha.
(KEYS JANGLE)
You're driving.
You're the first banana.
(CHUCKLES)
(UP-TEMPO SCOTTISH MUSIC)
- Are you ready? - Ready.
(BIKE ENGINE STARTS)
(COWS MOOING)
DONAL: Dear Amy,
I've started doing a wee bit of distilling and blending.
The Queen Bee says that once I grow up,
I might even be quite good at it.
I've started a blues band: Donal's Marauders.
Sandy can't carry a tune,
but he's hot stuff blowing on the kazoo.
He's trying to teach me fly fishing,
but, oof, damned if I can find the right hat.
Looking forward to your and Sasha's next visit.
Your daft, but loving father.
Let's go, Sandy!
SANDY: Ho, ho!
DONAL: Hey, hey, hey!
♪ Oh, my heart's in the Highlands
♪ My heart is not here
♪ My heart's in the Highlands
♪ A' chasing the deer
♪ A' chasing the wild-deer
♪ And following the roe
♪ My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go
♪ Farewell to the Highlands Farewell to the North
♪ The birth-place of Valour The country of Worth
♪ Wherever I wander Wherever I rove
♪ The hills of the Highlands forever I love
♪ Farewell to the mountains high-cover'd with snow
♪ Farewell to the straths and green valleys below
♪ Farewell to the forests and wild-hanging woods
♪ Farewell to the torrents and loud-pouring floods
♪ Oh, my heart's in the Highlands My heart is not here
♪ My heart's in the Highlands a'chasing the deer
♪ A' chasing the wild-deer and following the roe
♪ My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go
♪ Oh, my heart's in the Highlands My heart is not here
♪ My heart's in the Highlands a'chasing the deer
♪ A' chasing the wild-deer and following the roe
♪ My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go
♪ Farewell to the Highlands Farewell to the North
♪ The birth-place of Valour The country of Worth
♪ Wherever I wander Wherever I rove
♪ The hills of the Highlands forever I love
♪ My heart's in the Highlands wherever I go ♪