Whisky Galore!

Northwest of Scotland

on the broad expanse of the Atlantic

lie the lovely islands of the

Outer Hebrides

small scattered patches of sand and rock

rising out of the ocean.

To the west there is nothing,

except America.

The inhabitants scrape a frugal living

from the sea, the sand

and the low lying hills of coarse

grass and peat bog

A happy people

with few and simple pleasures!

The little island of Todday is a

completely isolated community

a hundred miles from the mainland.

a hundred miles from the nearest

cinema or dancehall

But the islanders know how to enjoy themselves

- they have all that they need

But in 1943,

disaster overwhelmed this little island

Not famine nor pestilence

Nor Hitler's bombs,

or the hordes of an invading army

But something far, far worse!

There is no whisky!

Whisky - Uisge Beatha

in Gaelic they call it "The Water of Life"

And, to a true islander,

Life without it is not worth living.

From that day every man went

into mourning

Mourning for a departed spirit!

He went terrible quick at the end.

What was I to do?

With every bottle in the bar

chock full of nothing

Do you think Winston Churchill

will be knowing that the government

has run out of whisky?

I don't believe he will

It is a pity he will not be saying something

about it on the wireless.

Aye. It's a terrible war right enough!

Do you remember the sabbath,

the day the war started?

Nobody on the island could mind such a storm of rain.

It was a sign.

A sign of what was coming to us.

Water

Just nothing but water.

Ah well. I must be going.

I could have done with a dram myself this evening.

I've had a terrible shock.

- What was that?

- You'd better be asking George here

What have you been doing to Joseph?

I asked Catriona to marry me.

What did she say?

She said "yes"

Is that the mails ready?

Yes father

Sticklips and cigarettes.

Your mother would have more sense!

You'll not have to worry about me much longer.

Or Peggy either I'm thinking.

You're not married yet.

Are you not going down to the pier?

Why would I?

I thought this was the day your Sergeant is arriving

My Sergeant?

I don't know what you are talking about.

There it is! Tightest little island in the world!

You'll be finding a few changes, Sergeant!

You've been away from us for some time.

Two years, three months.

Well, well! Is it as long as that?

In Africa, eh?

That's right

Africa. Now that is a place I have never been.

Ah well. They'll be glad to see you back.

Do you think so?

Aye. The Home Guard amusements are not the same

without you

I hear they've been getting a bit stale lately

That's Captian Waggett's nonsense.

Surely it's up to you constable?

You know:
"the long arm of the law"

You must insist on Captain MacKechnie taking

those boxes of ammunition back to the mainland.

Doesn't he know there's a war on?

He says it is aboard of trade regulation.

What time's this other boat expected?

I do not think it will be expected at all

Mr Waggett

What is it dear?

I'm going down to the pier

Is anything the matter Paul?

You look worried.

Captain MacKechnie refuses to take

the ammunition back when the mails' onboard

But he always has the mails onboard hasn't he dear?

Exactly.

I was not really expecting anything.

I just came down in case there was a chance.

I'll be getting back to my boat, Joseph.

You'll be waiting for the mails?

Just a lot of letters for nothing.

Well how's yourself Mr. Macroon?

None too well, Sergeant, none too well.

Oh I'm sorry to hear that!

Nothing wrong with the family I hope?

Peggy and Catriona I mean.

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