Bonnie Scotland

Synopsis: Stan and Ollie stowaway to Scotland expecting to inherit the MacLaurel estate. However Stan's inheritance amounts to a set of bagpipes and a snuff box. The boys are tricked into enlisting in the army and are posted to India where the heiress to the MacLaurel estate has moved to be near her guardian. Her Scottish sweetheart Allan also enlists. The boys are "volunteered" by the Sergeant (Finlayson) to impersonate officers at the palace of Mir Jutra and foil a plot to murder the officers by overturning several beehives.
Genre: Comedy
Director(s): James W. Horne
Production: MGM Home Entertainment
80 min

Your Ladyship, please.


The door, Thomas.


...everybody here, I presume?

- Yes, sir.

- Everyone except the heir from America.

- Oh, well, no need to wait for him.

I was notified of his arrival in town

today, but I've no faith in it.

So we'll proceed

to the business on hand.

To wit, the reading of the will

of the late Angus lan McLaurel...

...a kindly master, a friendly friend...

...and a loyal Scot

whom everybody respected.

- God rest his soul.

- Amen.

If you don't mind, I'll omit the legal

phraseology, get down to the bequests.


"First, I bequeath to my grandson

in America, Stanley McLaurel...

...whom I've never seen, a..."

Laddie, what do you make

that out to be?

Could you tell us where

we could find a policeman?

You'll have to pardon my friend, officer,

he's a stranger here.

I wonder if you could direct us

to the best hotel in your fair city.

- Right over there, sir.

- Thank you.

Thank you.

No, nothing today.

Good day, madam. We'd like for you

to give us a room and a bath, please.

I can give you the room,

but you'll have to take the bath yourself.

- By the day or the week?

- You'd better make it by the day.

You see, my friend Mr. McLaurel

is heir to the McLaurel estate...

...and we're moving in there shortly.

- Is that a fact?

Oh, I can see the likeness now.

- Did you know the old gentleman?

- Known him for nigh on to 40 years.

'Twas a sad ending he had.

- What did he die of?

- He died of a broken heart.

You see, he had a no-good son

by the name of Sandy...

...who ran away to America

and married a queen.

- Royalty?

- "Royalty." No, a burlesque queen.

One of those play-actors.

And the old man never forgave him.

- Well, what became of Sandy?

- They had a wee baby boy.

And when Sandy saw the baby

for the first time...

...he committed suicide.

Can you beat that?

What a face that kid must have had.

Sandy was your father.

And I don't blame him.

- Will you show us to our room, please?

- Upstairs, and the first door to the left.

Thank you.

Come on.

Oh, my goodness!

"Therefore, the residue of my estate,

real and personal...

...I do bequeath to my granddaughter,

Lorna McLaurel."

Isn't that wonderful?

"I make the above bequest

to my granddaughter...

...providing she accedes

to my wishes, to wit:

I do appoint Colonel Gregor McGregor... present serving

with His Majesty's forces in India... be the sole guardian

of her estate and person...

...until she shall reach the age of 21."

Well, congratulations, my dear.

The proviso is not so bad.

You'll like my brother, I'm sure.

- Your brother?

- Oh, of course, I forgot.

This is all a surprise to you.

Colonel McGregor is my brother.

And he sent me over here

to fetch you out to India.

India? You mean,

I must really leave Scotland?

Why, it's always been my home

and I love it.

There's nothing to get upset about.

We'll talk about this another time.

When you're over the shock of finding

yourself one of Scotland's richest girls.

Yes. But I'm not going to India.

Alan, you heard what they said.

But you'd never let me go so far away,

would you?

Well, l... I...

Or would you? Oh, Alan.

Alan, that's thousands of miles away.

Alan, dear, don't let me go.

Keep me here near you. Please.

- I don't wanna go away.

- There, my dear.

You come along with me

until you can quiet down.

This thing can be settled

without upsetting anybody.

- You'll excuse me, I know. Come along.

- I don't wanna go. Alan!

Oh, Mr. Miggs, what am I gonna do?

There, there, lad,

everything will be all right.

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