(cheerful melodic music) (gentle melodic music) (tool scraping) - Ah, damn.

(Torquil whistling) (tool clattering) (hook thudding) (hook clanking) Ah, ah!

(hen clucking) (Torquil whistling) (Kenneth grunting) (soft orchestral music) (Torquil whistling) (table thudding) (Kenneth grunting) (metal leg creaking) (soft orchestral music) (keys jangling) (door unlocking) (melodic orchestral music) - Mr. Kenneth McIver, I presume?

- That's right.

Who are you?

- Torquil Farquar McFarquar, international capitalist and at your service, cigar, sir?

- Ashtray, please.

(match striking) - You're not smoking, Mr. McIver, that is a Havana.

- Thank you.

- It's not the cigar, Mr. McFarquar.

- [Torquil] Ah, you're confused by all this?

- Well, yes, I am.

- It's very straightforward, Ava has put the Commandante into a very deep hypnotic trance.

He let us in, he'll let us out again.

- [Kenneth] A hypnotic trance?

- Ava, Miss Grimm, had a very successful stage act before she and I became lovers.

But I digress.

Let's talk about you, how long you in for?

(Kenneth mumbling) Sorry?

- 130 years.

Less time off for good behavior.

- Ah, you're clearly not a man, that's enjoyed the best of luck, Mr. McIver.

- [Kenneth] We all have the odd downturn in fortune now and then.

- Of course we do.

- My brother, all I ever wanted to do was prove that I was better than him, Mr. McFarquar and the way to do it was clearly by material success and quickly.

So I left home with the intentions of becoming a cat burglar in the playgrounds of the rich and famous.

I read up on safes and in theory, there wasn't a safe I couldn't open.

But I never gave a moment's thought to dogs.

- Dogs?

(metal leg creaking) - In the first house I ever burgled, there were these big dogs.

(hook tapping) When the surgeons took my leg off, I knew I could never be a cat burglar, so I spent my time in prison reading up on explosives.

During my next spell in prison, I did some serious thinking and decided a change in scenery might bring a change in fortune.

Not that I'm unluckier than the next man.

- No.

- So I came to South America and I came across this bank.

Well, I cased it and I cased it, till I found a way in through the air-conditioning system.

When the emergency services got there, they could only get me out through the floor of the house above.

When no one answered the door, they just broke it in.

But the owner was at home, Mr. McFarquar, the owner was the State President and he'd been using the house as a love-nest.

When the story got out, the government fell.

- But 130 years, Mr. McIver?

- The judge at my trial was the ex-President's brother.

- Ah, and, um?

- [Kenneth] Oh, I got that here in the exercise yard.

- A knife fight?

- No, no, I got a piece of grit in my eye and instinctively tried to rub it away.

- Ah, the sort of thing that could happen to anyone with a hook.

- I prefer to call it an artificial hand.

(hook thudding) Now can I ask why you're here?

(matches clattering) - As I said, Mr. McIver, I'm an international capitalist, but despite my great wealth, I'm as much a prisoner as you are.

Only while you are locked in, I'm locked out.

- Out of where?

- Out of Scotland, Mr. McIver, out of my native land, a land I love as much as life itself.

You see, when I was a lad, I too was desperate to get that first foothold on the ladder of success and I did so by embezzling a few million pounds from the financial institution I worked for.

But I left clues, damning evidence and there's been a warrant out for my arrest ever since.

But over the years, I've managed to compensate for the loss of my homeland.

- How?

- By buying things, things Scottish.

Now, a few days ago, I had myself a shoe-shine in the capital city of this country and the shoe-shine boy, one Pepe Gonzales spotted me for a Scotsman and he told me how there was a fellow countryman of mine in prison, one Kenneth McIver.

- I remember Gonzales.

- And do you remember the story you told him, Mr. McIver of how the Stone of Destiny itself is hidden near your native village of Lochdubh?

- I told Pepe that story.

- Could it possibly be true, Mr. McIver?

The coronation stone of the old Scottish kings, the Lia Fáil, the Stone of Scone, the Stone of Destiny, Mr. McIver.

Could it possibly be true?

(soft orchestral music) - As true as you and I are standing here, Mr. McFarquar.

- And for half a million pounds, 50 grand up front and the rest on delivery, could you get me the Stone of Destiny, Mr. McIver?

(soft orchestral music) (metal leg creaking) Half a million, Kenneth McIver and you get to walk out of here now, a free man.

- Five people share the knowledge of the Stone's whereabouts.

Each one was given a line of verse, a clue to the location, but not me, I was never told, oh, no, I was never good enough.

But I can lead you to them, I was there, I saw it all.

- [Men] Viva Scotia, Viva.

(melodic bagpipe music) (melodic orchestral music) - Sons and daughter.

Beneath that cloth is a most precious part of your country's regalia.

It was torn from Scotland, stolen from our blessed soil by the English in 1296, but brought back here by we five a few years ago.

- Get on with it, Colonel, you're frightening the life out of them.

- McCrae's right, this is the Stone of Destiny, children.

We brought it back during the war and buried it till we could decide what to do with it.

- And after much debate.

- [Hector] We decided on a resting place for the Stone.

- And we all agree that you, our children, should share the secret of the Stone's location.

- John McIver.

Lachlan McCrae.

Peregrine Roderick Maclean.

Rory St. Campbell.

And Anne.

- Now commit to memory what you find in your envelope and never ever, ever, ever discuss the contents amongst yourselves or with any other person.

Only when the time is right can the location of the Stone be revealed, only when Scotland becomes a nation once again, only then.

- Colonel, maybe they would like to see what they're protecting first.

- Is there to be no solemnity here?

(ethereal choir music) (soft orchestral music) (fire crackling) (John sighing) (objects clattering) (paper rustling) - Hi, John.

What are you doing?

- [John] Oh, I'm just having a bit of a clear-out.

- I see, so where you been the past couple of days?

People are worried about you, you know.

- [John] Oh, I've been out walking mainly.

- What's wrong?

- These are things I'd like you to have, Hamish.

There's more inside that you can give to those concerned, when the time comes.

- Time?

I'm not with you, John.

(birds chirping) - I'm going to die soon.

I've felt it for a few days now.

- Och, die?

You been to see Doc Brown?

- No, no doctors.

I just feel I'm near the end of my time here.

- No, no, sorry, wait a minute, I'm not listening to this.

Yeah, I don't, I don't need this.

- Hamish.

- Look, nobody can know that, John, nobody.

I-I don't want, I don't want any of this.

- Hamish.

- Now you just listen to me, I want you back in there tomorrow, I want you doing the things that you've always done and I don't want to hear any more talk about dying, okay.

- Well, of course I'll come in, but it'll make no difference, you know.

- What did I just say?

- I'll try not to mention it.

- Good.

Very good.

I'll see you in the Stag then?

- Aye, right.

- Maybe even cook you dinner.

- Dinner?

Aye.

(melodic orchestral music) (car door thudding) (car rumbling) - Okay?

- Hamish.

- Good.

- It's all psychological really, isn't it?

We were all talking about curses and witch doctors in school and the teacher said you could only die from a curse, if you believed in it.

- Och, I don't know, Frankie.

(car door thudding) I love John McIver like my own, but if he says he's going to die, he is going to die.

- But TV John's steeped in the paranormal and if we can help him forget about that, then we've solved the problem.

- You just get yourself on up that hill, boy and leave the problem solving to us.

- Thank you.

- Caster sugar, Hamish, the finishing touch.

(children laughing) - Caster sugar, okay.

- Plum duff on the way then?

- Aye.

- Aye, John McIver loves his plum duff, boy.

- God, can I not just get one off the peg?

- It's just not the same, Hamish.

- Of course not, just the thought of all those additives gives me the willies.

- Rory.

Are you coming in?

- Right away, dearest.

(bright melodic music) (Frankie signal whistles) (Frankie signal whistles) - It's all to do with belief systems.

It's what John believes in that's the problem.

- What, you think he could actually believe himself to death?

- Oh, yes.

- What I don't understand is if he thinks he's going to die, why hasn't he been to see me about the arrangements?

- Lachie Junior.

- Well, it's never too early to plan for that final journey.

- It's the man himself.

- [All] Hello, John!

- Looking good, boy.

- Evening.

- [Man] Good evening, John.

- Good evening, John.

- Esme.

- John, care to join us?

Agnes has been way too generous with the coq au vin.

- Oh, another time perhaps, Rory.

I'm having dinner with Hamish tonight, God help us.

- Missing you already.

- Missing you already?

- It's an Americanism, dear, it's like, um, have a nice day.

- It has unfortunate connotations, Rory.

- Oh.

- And tell me, what do you use those things for, Lachie Junior?

- These are for reaching the places that other forceps can't, Barney.

- Good evening, John.

And what can I get for you?

- Just the usual, Agnes.

- The usual?

John McIver, you're a friend as well as a valued customer and in recognition of that fact, Barney and I have decided that you can have any drink you want and for free.

In fact, we've decided that you'll never have to pay for another drink in this bar.

- Well, that's very generous of you both.

I think I'll have a nip of something around 12 years old.

- Just you stay where you are.

- [Lachie Jr] You know, these instruments have barely changed since ancient times, since the Egyptians discovered their mummification techniques.

- Mummification?

You surely don't- - No, no, there's no demand, but I could if I was asked, mind.

It's just a case of knowing which bits to suck out and what concoctions to pump in.

- Fascinating.

What's that used for?

- This is for the pumping in or if we put it in the reverse, the sucking out.

- Fascinating.

What do you say, John?

- Oh, fascinating.

- Mind you, you do get your difficult corpses.

- Difficult corpses?

- Oh, yes, tall men are especially problematic.

Take a man like TV John here.

Well, there's no coffin would fit a man that tall.

Tall men are torture.

- And what do you do in the circumstances?

- That's when the old rigor mortis comes in nice and handy, Agnes.

You see, the limbs become nice and brittle, easy to break.

- Break?

- Just the legs, then all you do is tuck them up under the deceased, pin a shroud to the bottom of the coffin and anybody looking at them is none the wiser.

In the trade, it's known as the Toulouse-Lautrec method.

- Sounds a bit dire, does it not?

And how do you actually break the legs, Lachie Junior?

- There are many methods, Agnes, but I prefer this myself.

- Excuse me.

- I think you've hit the spot.

- Good.

- I see Hamish has been talking then.

- The man's worried sick.

Would you expect him to be any other way?

- No.

- So you're quite sure about this then?

- Oh, I'm sure.

- Do you know when?

- Not exactly, but there'll be this smell, you know, the pomade.

- Pomade?

- There you are.

- Can I say three things, while there's still time, John?

- Of course you can.

- First, I'm gonna miss you, John.

And second, when you get where it is you're going, if you should happen to bump into my Mari, tell her I still love her and tell her that the boy has turned out well.

- And the third thing?

- You're not forgetting you've got some information to pass on before you go?

- How could I forget that?

I've decided to tell Hamish.

- I thought he might be the one.

(car rumbling) (dramatic orchestral music) (car door thudding) (birds chirping) (bag thudding) - Please, just let me take care of the luggage and you go on inside.

- They don't make things the way they used to.

- If you say so.

- Well, they don't.

And as for that overhead locker on the plane, well, how was I to know my duty-free would come flying out like that?

- It'll clear up, I'm not concerned.

Now please just go inside.

(metal leg creaking) - Tastes excellent, thanks, Hamish.

Plum duff's always been my favorite.

- It's no problem.

You know, I've been telling myself I need to get a wee bit more experience in the kitchen, be a bit more varied in my approach.

- Ah well, that's no bad thing for a man, that's going to be on his own.

- Och, John.

(sighing) - Oh, no, I wasn't on about that.

I was talking in general, no woman in your life, I mean.

- Yeah.

- You know, it's my one great regret, never having married.

You take it from me, you should grasp that nettle.

- [Hamish] What?

- Well, you and Isobel, man.

The whole world can see that all that's needed is for one of you to take the initiative.

- Aye, maybe.

- Well, there's no maybe about it.

Incidentally, I've a favor to ask.

- Yeah, anything.

- I fancy a bit of hill walking, will you come with me?

- Aye, sounds fine to me.

- Oh, good.

(metal leg creaking) (dog barking) (soft orchestral music) - Go on with you, get back in.

(dog barking) (soft orchestral music) (water sloshing) Good morning.

- Good morning.

- [Roddy] Have you lost something?

- My pendant.

Ah, there it is.

(water sloshing) It was my mother's and I'd hate to lose it.

- May I?

- Oh.

(water sloshing) (soft orchestral music) - It looks very beautiful.

- Yes, I think so too.

Sometimes, when I'm tense, I find it helps me to relax, if I just sit and look at it sparkling.

Sometimes it's simply so soothing, I just drift off into the deepest of sleeps.

(soft orchestral music) You can ask as many questions as you like.

(metal leg creaking) - [Captain] A fax from Miss Grimm, sir.

- What does it say?

- [Captain] "And the young go to bask in the sun."

- "And the young go to bask in the sun?"

(dramatic orchestral music) - Let's try a piece to camera from here.

- Right.

(Isobel clearing throat) - Okay?

- Just a second.

- Ready?

- Yeah, ready.

- [Man] Miss Sutherland!

- Hold that.

- [Man] Miss Sutherland!

(soft orchestral music) Miss Isobel Sutherland, I have a message for you!

(boat engine whirring) - Ah, there we are, it's just a matter of patience.

- Aye, it's a fine display, Rory.

- Aye, it's, ah, it's eye-catching.

(chuckles) - Thank you, men, in total, that took me one hour and 20 minutes to achieve.

One hour and 20 minutes.

(dramatic orchestral music) (door thudding) - Well, well, well, well, well.

The gang's all here.

- Kenneth?

- Aye, the very same, brother.

This is Miss Ava Grimm, my business associate.

Ava, this is my brother John and Rory Campbell and Lachlan McCrae.

I don't know who the brat is.

- Brat?

- Quiet, Frankie.

- Kenneth, well, it's very nice to see you again, Kenneth.

- Nice to see what's left of him.

He's looks as if he's been on the wrong end of spare-parts surgery.

- Frankie.

- Nice to see you again, Kenneth.

- Kenneth.

- Aye, you've already said that a number of times, brother.

- Kenneth.

- Please let's have no displays of phony affection.

- Phony?

It's been 35 years, man.

- Oh, has it?

Well, I hadn't noticed.

But I wouldn't, would I?

Not being as busy as I was.

(metal leg creaking) Busy becoming the success I always said I would be.

Miss Grimm and I are staying at the Lodge.

Now I would be grateful if you could provide us with supplies for two days.

You can keep the change.

- [Frankie] This article can't be your brother, TV John, it can't be.

- TV?

- [Frankie] He was the first man in Lochdubh with a set.

- That's your claim to fame, is it?

The first man in the village to have a television set.

(Kenneth chuckles) (metal leg creaking) Oh, I think that is pretty pathetic, don't you think so, Miss Grimm?

- I have no view on the matter.

- No, oh, I think it speaks volumes about this insignificant scarecrow and the rest of the hicks that inhabit this place.

Is it any wonder a man like myself had to leave?

(metal leg creaking) Only a lobotomy could have kept me here.

- Ah, well, you were always a smart one, right enough, Kenneth, remember, Rory?

- I remember.

I take my hat off to you, Kenneth, you appear to be a great success indeed and despite young Frankie spotting right off, that your famous bad luck stayed with you.

- Now, now, boys.

- Bad luck?

I have no more bad luck than the next man.

- What was it we used to call Kenneth, Lachlan?

What with my lobotomy and everything, it's slipped my mind.

- Aye, Jonah, wasn't it?

- I am not a Jonah!

I am a success!

Look at me, look at you!

I am a success, I am not a Jonah!

I do not suffer from bad luck!

(hook thudding) (wood creaking) (soft tense music) - Major?

Major Maclean?

(water lapping) (soft tense music) - What?

What happened to me?

- I was wondering if he knows what I know.

- Och, John.

- Ah, just musing.

Can we take that walk tomorrow, Hamish?

- [Hamish] Yeah, sure.

- Kenneth was always such a bright boy, but our parents always made more of a fuss of me.

They were very proud of my psychic gifts, you know and Kenneth came to resent that.

- Ah, well, that's not uncommon.

Still you'd think he'd have mellowed a bit after 35 years.

- I've always suspected that Kenneth had psychic powers far greater than my own.

(car rumbling) (tires screeching) Somehow all the bitterness and, is that Isobel?

(car door thudding) (soft orchestral music) - What is this?

Look, I had a message!

(breathing heavily) Hamish, it said you were seriously ill. - What, I'm okay, it's alright.

- Oh!

Look, it said- - Isobel, it's alright, calm down.

There's nothing the matter with me, I'm okay.

- But that's what it said.

- I'm alright.

I know, I'm alright though.

There you go.

- Thanks.

- [Hamish] Did you not think to check things out first?

- Check?

I didn't take the call.

The message said you were at death's door.

Do you want me to paint a picture, Hamish?

- [Hamish] No, no.

I'm sorry.

- Did the caller leave a name?

- No, no, I just supposed it was someone from here, you know, someone who knew us.

I was out on a job down by the bridge.

We'd only just set up.

(soft haunting music) I just dropped everything and left them all in the lurch.

I didn't even have time to ring the office.

- [Hamish] I'm sorry it happened, Isobel obviously.

(blind whirring) (door clicking) - Hello again.

- Miss Grimm, a fine evening.

(door thudding) - Yes, it is.

(soft orchestral music) - "Look in the place where the monarch soars."

"Look in the place where the monarch soars and the young go to bask in the sun."

"The place where the monarch soars."

"The monarch soars and the young go to bask in the sun."

"The young in the sun."

- I'm going mad, mad.

- You're not mad, you've had a bit of a turn, that's all.

- He was just standing there, doctor with this vacant look in his eyes.

- I'm going mad, I know it.

- It was just as if he'd been zombie-fied, as if all the vital juices had been drawn off him.

(metal leg creaking) (light switch clicking) (electricity buzzing) (door clicking) (locker clanking) - What are you doing?

(gun clicking) - Never you mind, Miss Grimm.

(locker clanking) (soft orchestral music) Now if our little ruse has worked, Miss Isobel Sutherland should be in the vicinity by now.

Wouldn't you say?

- [Ava] Yes.

- I wonder what she'll have to tell us.

(soft orchestral music) (Ava knocking) - Hamish?

Hamish?

(door clicking) (dramatic orchestral music) (footsteps thudding) - She's very distressed, doctor.

When I found her, she was just staring into space.

She must've been there all night.

(door clicking) - [Doc] Isobel, what's happened?

- I don't know, I don't know.

I've been trying to remember, I just can't.

I can't remember.

- [Doc] Isobel, listen, I don't think there's anything to worry about.

The same thing's happened already to Rory and the Major and they've both recovered, they've come out of it.

- Oh, where's Hamish?

- I don't know.

- No, he should be here.

- He'll be here when he finds out what's happened.

- You can be sure of it.

- He should be here.

(soft orchestral music) (melodic orchestral music) - Time for a brew, I think.

(melodic orchestral music) - "Look in the place where the curtain roars."

Roars, "Look in the place where the monarch soars and the young go to bask in the sun."

Sun, "Look in the place where the curtain roars!"

- This is the life, eh?

- Aye, it's a grand day, alright.

- Are we headed anywhere in particular?

- Peep Rock Falls.

- Right.

- Here's something I'd like you to read.

(paper rustling) - [Hamish] "Lochdubh invaded by military police."

- Well, it was 1942.

They'd come to round up Euan McIver, my father, along with Fergusson Maclean, Hector Campbell, Angus McCrae and John Finlayson.

- Mm-hm.

- That was Isobel's grandfather.

- Mm-hm.

- On account of them being AWOL.

- And they were all on the run at the same time?

- That's right.

You see, they'd come up north with the Stone of Destiny.

(paper rustling) - What?

- I think you heard me, Hamish.

- John, the Stone of Destiny's in Westminster Abbey underneath the Coronation Chair as far as I know.

- No, no, that's a fake, Hamish, a copy made by Lachlan's father, Angus.

- You are winding me up, right?

- No, well, you know what these McCraes are like, they can turn their hands to anything.

- No, no, no, I mean this whole conversation, John.

- Then no again.

What happened was, during the war, the Stone was removed from the abbey and hidden.

Then a plan was sent to the Canadian Prime Minister for safekeeping just in case of invasion, you understand?

Well, as luck would have it, there was a young Scots-Canadian officer, some sort of far-out relative of the Major's on the distaff side.

Well, he saw the plan.

(air raid siren wailing) (militaristic drumming music) This young man just happens to bump into the Major's father at some sort of officers' shindig and suggests that they remove the Stone and replace it with a replica.

(melodic militaristic music) Fergusson Maclean then approached my father and the others, who instantly agreed to the scheme.

(footsteps thudding) - Come on, hurry.

- [John] By all accounts, their objective was easily achieved.

(soft orchestral music) (locks clicking) And they found the Stone of Destiny.

(debris clattering) (soft orchestral music) My father told me it was a full five minutes before any man could speak.

(artillery booming in distance) - Viva Scotia.

Viva.

- [John] They returned the copy McCrae made and brought the real thing up here.

Clues to the stone's whereabouts were put into verse by Hector Campbell.

(soft orchestral music) Old Maclean came up with this grand scheme, where each line of verse would be passed on to the eldest in each family and they, in turn, would pass it on to their children.

- [Hamish] But no single one of them knew?

- Oh, I knew.

My father thought the scheme dangerous and complicated and just came right out and told me where it was.

(water pouring) (soft orchestral music) It's Latin, roughly translated, it reads, "If fate grew kind, where'er this Stone is found the Scots shall monarchs of that realm be crowned."

(soft orchestral music) Could you give me a hand, please, Hamish?

(water dripping) (soft orchestral music) (both grunting) (melodic orchestral music) - Oh, my God, it's beautiful.

- It's actually very plain, Hamish, it's the light in here that flatters so.

They say it's thousands of years old and that it was brought across Europe by the Celtic peoples.

The Stone of Destiny, Hamish.

The Coronation Stone of the ancient Scottish kings.

- [Hamish] Why me?

- I've no one else to tell, Hamish.

- What am I gonna do now?

- Nothing, just pass on the information to your children when the time comes.

The Stone can lie here till all the people want it.

You know what I mean?

(water dripping) (soft orchestral music) - I know what you mean.

But what about the Stone in the abbey?

I mean, the fake, what if they decide to give it back?

- I think if they had decided to give it back, I would've known about it, Hamish.

So you'll keep the secret then?

- What do you think?

- Good man.

(water dripping) (soft orchestral music) - But just because I'm a bit dewy-eyed here doesn't mean to say I'm accepting this dying nonsense.

- Oh, you've made that abundantly clear, Hamish.

Now come on, you can come back and see it any time you like.

- I don't believe this.

(water dripping) (soft orchestral music) - "Look in the place where the monarch soars and the young come to bask in the sun."

"Look in the place where the monarch soars "and the young come to bask in the sun."

(phone ringing) Ah!

(Kenneth thudding to floor) Uh!

"Look in the place where the curtain roars."

♪ Di-dum, di-dum, di-dum, di-dum ♪ (fax machine beeping) (paper rustling) (soft orchestral music) "Look in the place where the monarch soars."

The monarch, the king of fish.

Yes.

Oh, yes.

- Oh, yes, that poor family's relief was palpable, when I arrived on the scene, (faucet water running) arrived and took charge.

Yes, I am a happy chappie.

(kettle thudding) I've got Jean and I've got my profession.

(kettle lid clattering) Now, I know some people may think it's a bit of a morbid occupation, but that is entirely the wrong perspective to take.

What I am is a rock, a shining beacon in that sea of grief and that requires a certain quality, a cool head when confronted by that Grim Reaper.

Are you listening to me?

(soft orchestral music) You haven't said a word since I came in.

Daddy?

Daddy?

(Lachlan groaning softly) (Hamish and John chattering quietly) (thunder rumbling) - [Hamish] Something's wrong with Isobel, sorry, John.

- Oh, 30 years, I've been working with horses for 30 years and I've never been bitten before.

- Well, there is a first time for everything, Mr. Finlay.

(car rumbling quietly) Now you just console yourself, while I have a word with my partner.

(car door clicking) (door thudding) - "Where winter steps can be clumb."

That's what he said, is that a word, clumb?

- Who actually cares, Miss Grimm?

I know where the Stone is.

"Look in the place where the monarch soars," that's the salmon, they swim up waterfalls.

"Where the young come to bask in the sun."

There's this place where we children would go to swim in hot summers.

"Where the curtain roars," a waterfall again, Miss Grimm and that dreadful line about winter steps.

Sometimes when the falls froze, you could climb right up it.

I know where the location is, Miss Grimm, I really do.

- Why four horses?

- Because I say so, Miss Grimm.

Now, let's get ready.

(horse neighing) - I'd better make a move, if everything's okay.

- Yeah, I'm much better now.

- Listen, tell me, um... How upset were you when you got that phony message?

- I, I was upset.

- Aye, I know, but... (thunder rumbling) More than just, "Oh, poor Hamish?"

More than just that kind of upset?

Isobel.

- Yes.

(thunder rumbling) Why wouldn't it be?

You're a, you know, you're one of my closest friends, Hamish, one of my closest friends.

- That's good to know.

- Do you want another drink?

Or we could go to the Stag Bar.

- Or somewhere?

- I don't know.

- Stag Bar it is, come on.

(metal leg creaking) (door thudding) (horse neighing) (thunder rumbling) - We don't need that.

- [Kenneth] Oh, yes, we do.

(soft orchestral music) (lightning cracking) (thunder rumbling) (soft orchestral music) (bicycle rattling) (lightning cracking) (thunder rumbling) (soft orchestral music) (car rumbling) (thunder rumbling) (bicycle rattling) - That's it, of course, of course.

No.

(book thudding) - Do you think he'll come out of this, Doc?

- Probably.

Yes, I'm sure, Lachie.

I think I know what we're dealing with here.

(leaves rustling) (soft orchestral music) - Uh!

(horse neighing) (bicycle rattling) (soft orchestral music) - What's up, Doc?

- Ah!

(paper rustling) (Doc laughing) (bicycle rattling) (lightning cracking) (thunder rumbling) - [John] Kenneth?

- It most certainly is, brother and come to collect the Stone of Destiny.

- What?

- Stone of Destiny, watch my lips, Stone of Destiny.

- What your brother means, Mr. McIver is that he's going to sell the Stone to my, ah!

- Oh, I think you've got a midgie on your eyelid, Miss Grimm, well, they get absolutely everywhere, you know, lips, nostrils, ears, everywhere.

But about the Stone, brother, just so you know Miss Grimm's gentleman friend has offered me top dollar for that out-sized brick, top, top dollar.

- You know I can never tell you where the Stone is, Kenneth.

- Oh, would you listen to him, Miss Grimm, he thinks I've come for directions.

I know where the Stone is, brother.

"Look in the place where the curtain roars."

♪ Di-dum, di-dum, di-dum ♪ Even by old Hector Campbell's standards, that is one terrible set of verses.

"Where winter steps can be clumb?"

God Almighty!

- If you know where the Stone is, why have you come here?

- Don't you know, brother?

And you with your psychic gifts.

And take a guess, brother.

Take a guess.

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