Sunset Song Page #4

Why did Jean leave us?

Happy New Year.

Am I the first?

Aye, you're fairly that.

Happy New Year.

God Almighty, Chae,

you cannae be sleeping there.

You big old lump.

I thought I was the first foot.

Farewell and adieu to you

fair Spanish ladies

Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain

For we've received orders

to come back to where we lay

From The Broch to Peterhead and back again

We'll rant and we'll roar

like true Scottish sailors

We'll rant and we'll roar

across the North Sea

For we've received orders

to come back to Blawearie

From The Broch to Peterhead and back again

Farewell and adieu

to you fair Spanish ladies

Farewell and adieu to you ladies of Spain

For we've received orders

to come back to Blawearie

From The Broch to Peterhead and back again

Ah, Jean.

All right, Jean, lass.

Get in the house, you white-faced b*tch!

Get away!

What's wrong with you now?

Nothing.

For you to find out.

What the hell...

are you getting... paid for?

Help me strip him, Chris.

It's a stroke, Chris.

Yes, Doctor.

He'll need a lot of looking after.

Will's married Mollie Douglas.

They've sailed from Southampton

to the Argentine.

Just blow the whistle if you need me.

You're my flesh and blood.

And I can do with you what I will.

Chris!

Chris!

Chris?

Chris, lass.

What's wrong?

Chae, my father's dead.

She was no longer afraid...

only sad for the father she never helped

and forgot to love.

Will you have a dram, Reverend?

Spirits?

Och, aye.

It's the custom, isn't it?

Yes, thank you, I'll have a drop.

Do you want to see him

before he's screwed down?

Now, kiss your father.

Goodbye, Father.

"I, John Guthrie of Blawearie,

being of sound mind and body,

do hereby leave and bequeath to my

daughter Christine all my possessions,

in silver and belongings, to

be hers without let or condition.

I also appoint Peter Semple

as my daughter's guardian

in such law matters as needs one.

But she is to control the goods and gear

as she may please.

The monies amounting to 300

I also bequeath to her.

Given under my hand etc, etc."

So, think it well over, Miss Guthrie.

Not a word for Will

or his two motherless boys?

Oh, for shame, Tam.

How can they be motherless

now that I've got them?

And you'll come up to live with us when

you've sold Blawearie's furnishings.

Aye, maybe.

Where are you going?

Oh, I'm away to Stonehaven

to see Mr Semple.

Can I bring you anything?

What are you jaunting there for?

I'll transact any business you have.

I'll transact my own business fine.

Ta-ta.

Come in.

Sit you down.

Well, well, it's Miss Guthrie come up.

You've been thinking about the will,

no doubt.

Yes, just that.

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