Brigadoon Page #3

a map of our town...

and asked me to hang it

in the public square here...

where ye all can see it

and be reminded.

"Now, the boundaries

of our village are:"

"To the east, the bridge.

To the west, the old kirk road."

"To the north, the stone fence

at the edge of the forest..."

"and to the south, Loch Harold."

Let no one cross...

or we shall be ungrateful

before God...

and night shall

fall upon us forever.

The second day of whose blessin'?

'Tis for certain not mine.

- I'm truly sorry.

- Do not be.

"If anyone's goin' to pity me,

let it be me."

'Tis not fair for Charlie Dalrymple

to be weddin' her.

He's got everything...

school in Edinburgh and now Jean...

and I've got nothing.

Nothing but to be trapped

in this peasant village all my life.

Look at it.

The boundaries of a town?

Not to me.

'Tis more the dimensions

of my jail.

"Hey, sonny, could you tell us

where we could get some breakfast?"

That kid's gonna have problems

when he grows up.

Pardon me. Could you tell us

where we could find a local inn?

What is this?

Is there a place around here

where we could get some breakfast?

"- I do not know, sir.

- What do you know? It talks."

What's the name of this town?

I do not know.

You'll have to excuse me.

You're in Brigadoon.

- Good morning.

- Good morning.

You must forgive him. I imagine

he was a wee bit taken back.

People do not come here

very often.

What did you say

the name of this town is?

Brigadoon.

That's funny.

It isn't on the map.

I should not be surprised.

You know it isn't on the map?

Aye.

"That's a little snobbish of you,

don't you think?"

- Why isn't it on the map?

- For good reason.

"Well, look, Miss, uh..."

- Campbell.

- Thank you.

We're trying to get some breakfast.

Is there an inn around here?

An inn?

I do not think so.

"But if you follow the road,

you'll come to MacConnachy Square."

You can find all the food you want

for sale there.

Thank you very much.

You're more than welcome.

Good day.

Good day.

Good day.

Good day.

Good day.

Look!

Funny clothes

they wear around here.

Maybe this is the day

they take pictures for postcards.

Hello.

It couldn't be me. There must be

something peculiar about you.

"This milk is for sale,

isn't it?"

- Aye.

- Do you mind if I help myself?

"One moment, sir.

I'll have to see your money first."

- My money?

- Show 'im the money.

- Look at the date!

- Funny-lookin' thing.

What did you give 'em?

A hunk of uranium?

"No, just a shilling.

What a loony layout this is."

"Aye, 'tis very interesting, sir..."

but it does me no good.

You mean you won't sell me anything?

"I'm sorry, sir. I cannot."

Why not?

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