(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
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
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 sh*t 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)
-h*, h*! h*, h*, h*!
-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.
Slinte.
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, f*ck!
-(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, sh*t.
But in our loch,
in the deep hidden depths
of Glenrothan,
who knows?
What big beastie
might be lurking there!
h*, h*, h*, h*, h*, h*, h*!
-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 sh**t 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.
-(g*nsh*t)
-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, sh*t!
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 as*h*le.
Dougie's been his friend
for years.
I mean, he's always been here.
He might be an as*h*le,
but he's a consistent as*h*le.
What?
Oh, h*!
(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 f*cking 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, sh*t!
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, sh*t!
-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 f*ck 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 f*ck' as*h*le!
(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 sh*t.
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
k*lled 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 f*ck' 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: h*, h*!
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
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