The Ghost Goes West

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THE GHOST GOES WES Based on a novel by Eric Keown

CAS 18th Century Scotland

- What are we waiting for? - We're

not to be denied by the Glouries!

If they refuse to open,

we'll break down the door!

Wist, lads!

I tell you again, we will see

the accursed Glourie.

And if you don't open the door,

we'll break it down.

Aye? Aye? But you daren't

disturb the Glourie!

Here, your medicine, Glourie.

The physician said...

Never mind what the physician said!

My medicine has always been whisky.

But I tell youGlourie, he said

that it would kill you!

I will not die.

I will not die until I seen

my son go to the war!

- What was that?

- The MacLaggan!

Here's the Glourie!

And what business have men

of clan MacLaggan with me this day?

Give me my bonnet.

Gavin Glourie, we come to tell

you that me and my five sons

and all the men of clan MacLaggan,

are marching to fight the English

for the glory of Scotland.

and we rejoice that in the battle

there will not be one fighting man

that bears the hated

name of Glourie.

I am too old and too ill

to fight this day,

but if, by accident,

any of you MacLaggan

should happen to stray near

the front line of battle,

you will see there my son Murdoch!

Your son Murdoch, eh?

Ay!

We saw him just now in a field

playing with women. Young women!

A better occupation for

a Glourie than war!

Fetch me my son!

He will repay you for this insult!

He'll have his chance

on the battlefield,

but let me tell you,

for the last time,

that the Glourie are a clan

of craven cowards,

and we MacLaggans,

being men, despise you!

Men? I tell you, one Glourie

is man enough to thrash

50 MacLaggans!

- That's an insult, Father!

We'll revenge it! - No!

It's a waste of strength

to bicker with

the last poor feeble relics

of the clan Glourie!

- Come on, lads.

- Get out, before my son comes

and slays you all!

Give me that...

Bring me another glass.

- Whose turn is it now?

- Mine!

- Later.

- Mine! - No!

- Mine.

- No, no, it's Jean's.

What's the difference betwixt

a thistle in the heather

and a kiss in the dark?

If you can't tell me by the time

I've spelt "Killiecrankie",

you must pay the forfeit.

K-I-L-L-I-E...

- I give it up.

- Wait now, C-R-A-N-K-I-E.

Well, you pay the forfeit.

- What is it?

- You know very well it's a kiss,

it's always a kiss, come here.

- Murdoch!

- What is it?

Forgive me, but your

father is wanting you.

What for?

I think he's wanting you

to be going to the battle.

Oh, aye, the battle.

But first I must claim the forfeit!

Murdoch!

Fare thee well, lasses!

I'll be back soon!

Murdoch!

When you meet any of the clan

MacLaggan on the battlefield,

strike him down!

But I thought I was supposed

to fight the English?

You're a Glourie.

You fight the MacLaggans first!

You can attend to

the English later.

- Goodbye, my son.

- Goodbye, Father.

Remember! You must not

pause for one moment

until you've avenged that insult!

- Now Glourie, you must rest.

- I'll rest...

My son's a man at last!

I can die content.

...When I finish this whisky.

Glourie, Glourie!

- What's happened?

- He's ill.

- Aye, very ill.

- But we'll send for the physician!

No, it's too late now.

May Heaven receive the

soul of Gavin Glourie.

Good morning, my bonny lass!

- Remember Murdoch, your father

said you mustn't pause.. - Be quiet.

Tell me lassie, which is the

way to the battle?

The second turning to your left,

and then bear right until you come

to men fighting. And that'll be it.

Well if the battle doesn't start

on time, I'll be back. Wait for me.

That cannon looks as though

it's seen great service!

Hey, it's been fighting for

Scotland for over a hundred years.

But how many cannons

have the English?

A dozen or more,

but they're all brand new.

No match for Old Terrible here.

Wait till you hear him!

I'll be glad to, but first

I've an account to settle

with the accursed MacLaggans!

But what do you want with them?

They've insulted the name of

Glourie, which I'm proud to bear.

- Are you one of the MacLaggan?

- Me? No, no, I hate them too!

- Have you aimed Old Terrible?

- Ay, sir!

He's all ready to blow the English

off the face of the earth!

- Then fire!

- Come, alack!

Come back! Alack!

Come on! Fire!

I think you've made a slight

mistake in your aim.

You addle-pated fools!

You've wasted a good cannonball!

Never mind! I saw where it fell.

I'll bring it back to you.

Come on, lads.

The battle's started!

Forward till we meet the Redcoats,

and then we'll chase them

out of Scotland!

Forward!

- MacLaggan? - Don't interrupt us,

we're advancing.

But Murdoch Glourie

is looking for you.

A Glourie?

Here on the battlefield?

Where is he?

- At the cannon.

- You lads go and find him!

- But the battle!

First we must settle

this important matter!

About turn!

March!

It must have rolled in there.

I'll leap over.

Here, hold my claymore and tarts.

Why my dear young lady,

what's the matter?

This horrible battle.

Oh, it can't be as bad as all that.

My lover is there fighting

and he'll be killed.

You mustn't think of him.

He's a hero.

We're all heroes.

There, there...

You're a kind good man and

I thank you for comforting me.

It's a pleasure, my dear.

Tell me, do you know the game

of Spell Me a Riddle?

You see I tell you a riddle, and if

you can't tell me the answer by...

Murdoch!

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