"Subtitles:" "Luís Filipe Bernardes" "Nancy." "Good evening, Mr. Grierson, what's yours?" "Whiskey." "Better make it a large one." "Oh, a present from a favored admirer." "Father Christmas gave it to me." "Father Christmas, really?" "Have you seen Mr. Brodie tonight?" "Mr. Brodie?" "Why ask me?" "I was wondering whether I could speak to him without having my head bitten off." "He's not here yet." "Thanks." "You might leave the door open." "I'm bringing the orders up to the club in a minute." "With pleasure." "Well, that's what she told me." "Oh, that was a good one." "It reminds me of the one about the damsel on the bicycle." "You're not going to tell that one all over again." "Good evening, everybody." "Good evening." "Now can we go back to that question I raised?" "Yes, let's get back to business." "What about Gibson's suggestion to appoint a school physician?" "What do you think of my idea, Dr. Lawrie?" "Oh, a school physician, hmm... quite a modern idea." "That'll cost us a pretty penny." "School physician!" "Try not to look at it from the banker's point of view, Foyle." "After all, it concerns the health of the future generation." "We never had a school physician." "Look at me." "I think the whole matter boils down to extra expenses." "We simply can't afford it with the income tax rising higher and higher every day." "Thanks, Nancy." "Do you know that Mr. Gladstone has asked the House for another penny in the pound?" "Unheard of!" "That's robbery!" "However, let's wait and hear what Brodie will have to say about a school physician." "Oh, Brodie, Brodie this and Brodie that." "Nothing ever happens in this town without Brodie having a say in it." "What is he anyway?" "Only a hatter." "Not even a good one." "Oh, sorry." "Come, come, Grierson." "Well, it's true, isn't it?" "No, let me go." "Somebody might see us." "Is that all I get after the fine present I gave you?" "I didn't ask you to give it to me." "Besides, they're talking about us already." "Who?" "Grierson." "What's he been saying?" "It isn't what he says, it's the way he says it." "That slimy tongue of his." "I'd like to tear it from his mouth." "No, don't say anything." "You'll only make things worse." "Aye, you leave him to me." "I've had him as a next-door neighbor at the shop for twenty years." "Twenty years of putting up with his pride and vanity..." "Another time, Grierson." "About that carriage of yours, Provost..." "Good evening, Brodie." "Come over in, Brodie, come over in." "I want to make you a business proposition." "I'm sure you'll find it very interesting." "A far-seeing, practical, enterprising man like you..." "If you desire a business appointment, come and see me at my office." "What do you say, Brodie?" "They want to appoint a school physician." "School physician?" "But why?" "The idea is to appoint a doctor to have permanent charge of the health of my pupils." "Aye?" "Young Dr. Renwick has been suggested..." "Renwick?" "Man, you must be daft." "I expected you to be the last to say that." "It's for the good of boys like your own that I've tried to get..." "And what is wrong with my boy?" "He's anemic." "Rubbish!" "And..." "When I want your advice, I'll ask for it." "I disagree with the whole thing." "It's ridiculous." "And as to the health of my boy... you can leave that to me." "There goes another good idea." "Alone again?" "No, this one's fetched." "You?" "Good evening." "Give us a nice drop of gin, dearie." "David!" "Just the best as ever." "What are you doing here?" "Why aren't you in Glasgow?" "Because I'm in Levenford." "Wait and I'll get you a drink." "That's better." "Don't forget my gin, dearie." "Got a holiday?" "Well, maybe yes, maybe no." "I'm not sure that I'm gonna go back." "You see, they don't really appreciate me where I come from..." "Oh, don't drown it!" "I know how you like it." "How much of a needful do you want for this?" "The Winton Arms won't pay for that one." "Well, that's good, because nobody else can." "Broke again, eh?" "So that's why I'm honored with a call." "Now that's not fair, Nancy." "I've come to Levenford to..." "If you say it's because you were pining after me, I'll box your ears, my boy." "Well, I've come to Levenford because... because I haven't got the fare to go any further." "Now, you can't get around me like that." "Now, it's no good scolding me, Nancy." "You know that you're the only girl that I've ever really loved." "Well, why don't you get a job in Levenford?" "What am I going to do for money while I'm waiting?" "Besides, good jobs don't exactly grow on gooseberry bushes." "I've got an idea." "I'll see that you're all right." "Be back in two ticks." "I asked her for a gin." "She wouldn't give it to me." "Hey, what is it?" "What's the matter?" "It's all right." "There isn't anyone to see you." "I just wanted to tell you that I can't see you tonight after all." "Why?" "I'm afraid there will be nothing doing for quite some time." "My stepbrother's come back from Glasgow." "Your stepbrother?" "Well, can you not get rid of him?" "I don't see how I can." "You see he hasn't got a job and will want to stick around with me all the time." "What does he do?" "Oh, he does everything." "He's a marvelous salesman." "Is that why he's not got a job?" "What is it?" "Oh, nothing, juicy little words." "What's on your mind?" "You won't laugh at me?" "Promise?" "Aye." "Well, supposing..." "No, you couldn't do it anyway." "Supposing he was in your shop." "Then you'd always know where he was." "Then we'd be safe from any kind of surprise." "Hm." "Ah, you're a bad lass." "No, you couldn't possibly do it." "But why?" "Tell him to come and see me at my office." "Angus, don't make such a noise." "Oh, what a state you're in." "Is Father home?" "No." "The doctor is up with mother." "Is she worse?" "No." "He just had to find out why she's always having those pains, that's all." "But this isn't Dr. Lawrie's hat." "He wouldn't be seen dead in an old thing like this." "No, it's Dr. Renwick's." "I'll give it a brush for him." "That's grand." "But what made Father send for Dr. Renwick?" "Oh, he doesn't know anything about it." "I sent for him." "Without Father's permission?" "You must have gone mad." "I asked him to be here at three for certain but he was over two hours late." "I'd like to have had a closer look at you, Mrs. Brodie, but..." "Some other time, doctor, perhaps." "Better still, I'll come along and see you one of these days." "Just now I can't spare another minute." "That's the whole root of the trouble." "You're not to do all this housework." "Could you not get someone in?" "A servant girl, you mean?" "Oh, no, my husband wouldn't like that." "Well, that's my professional advice." "Anyway, I'll give you something in case you have another attack." "Perhaps you could come in for tomorrow, Miss Brodie." "Do you think Mother will have any more of those pains, doctor?" "Now, Mary, I'll be all right on the day of the ball." "She's worrying about the County Ball, doctor, I know her." "Oh, mother, don't say things like that." "The doctor might think you really meant it." "Never, Miss Brodie." "I don't know of any..." "Angus!" "Just look at your good trousers all torn and dirty." "And there's blood on you." "What have you been up to?" "Well, I slipped and..." "You slipped, eh?" "Let me see..." "Doctor, doctor..." "Go to hiding, did you?" "Well, I gave him some too..." "You'd better go up to your room, Angus." "I don't know what your father will say if he sees you like this." "You'd better not come down to tea at all." "Now away with you." "Now, doctor, you really will have to excuse me." "My husband comes in at 5:30 and he's always on the stroke." "I seem to have mislaid my hat." "Oh, it's there on the hallstand, Dr. Renwick." "Oh, thank you, Miss Brodie." "Well, then, when can I expect to see you in my consulting room?" "Oh, I see..." "Well, it'll be rather difficult for the next week or two." "You see, there's Mary's frock to be made for the ball and..." "But we'll be seeing you there, so..." "The County Ball?" "I'm afraid not." "I wasn't thinking of going." "Not going, Dr. Renwick?" "Oh, I thought you'd be sure to go." "Why, everyone in Levenford will be there." "The fact is, Miss Brodie, I'm afraid I can't dance." "I've never had the time or the opportunity to learn." "You could easily learn the polka." "You wouldn't find it a bit hard." "All you have to do is, one, two, three, hop, one, two... oh!" "What's happened, Miss Brodie?" "Good evening, Mr. Brodie." "Dr. Renwick called, Father." "I thought..." "Never mind what you thought." "What are you standing there for?" "Come on, Mary." "Don't stand there idle." "Good night, Dr. Renwick." "I say good evening, Mr. Brodie." "And now will you kindly tell me what you're doing in my house?" "Answer me, do you hear?" "Don't shout at me, Mr. Brodie." "If you want a civil answer to your question, I'll trouble you to repeat it in a civil manner." "Well, what are you here for?" "It's not Angus, is it?" "Is my lad not well?" "I came to attend to your wife, Mr. Brodie." "I have me own physician and I'll send for him when I see fit." "Your wife's very ill." "She has been for a very long time." "And what are you making out to be wrong with her?" "I can't commit myself to a definite diagnosis yet, but I..." "But you wish to put her to bed, am I right?" "Yes, I do." "Chicken broth and brandy, no doubt." "Very good." "And pay you for coming thrice a day to feel her pulse." "Thrice a day will not be necessary." "And you've got your own physician anyway." "Any other suggestions as to what is to be done in my house?" "Yes." "Your boy is run down and anemic." "You ought to let him lead a more normal life." "I'll have no more of it." "Take yourself away and don't show your ugly face here again or I'll..." "No need to shout, Mr. Brodie!" "You may like to imagine that everyone in Levenford is in awe of you." "Your wife and children are no doubt afraid of you, ...but happily I'm not." "Understand that clearly if you can." "Now, good evening to you." "Just a minute!" "What do we pay you for telling my wife to lie in bed?" "Let her keep it and buy a football for your boy." "He'd be grateful to you." "Quick, Mary, take your place." "You dare to let that snipe come here." "I..." "Well?" "I sent for him." "You're getting a bit too independent, young lady." "You'd better watch out." "Mother was feeling so ill all of a sudden." "Dr. Lawrie is the physician for my house." "He hasn't helped her anyway." "And the other one will, am I right?" "Yes." "Mary, this is no way to speak to your father." "What are you yammering about?" "Are you talking to her or am I?" "How did you get to know him?" "At the library." "He helped me to choose a book." "I'll throw your trashy novels in the fire." "And you'll stay away from the library from now on." "And let me tell you this." "Both of you." "If you ask that young pup to my house again or speak to him or so much as mention his name, may God help you." "Where do you think you're going?" "Angus asked me to take his tea up." "He's got so much homework to do tonight." "Good lad." "Here, give that to me." "I'll take it up." "But your own tea will get cold, Father." "You spoilt my appetite anyway." "Oh, it's you, Father." "Don't let me disturb you, my boy." "It's a wee bit chilly here for a son of mine." "And how did you get on at school today?" "Quite well, Father." "Yes?" "You're still top of your class?" "Not today." "Only second." "What?" "You let somebody beat you?" "Who was it?" "Janet Grierson?" "Janet Grierson?" "That sneaking iron hawker's brat?" "What in God's name came over you?" "To let a silly girl go above you." "No wonder." "You've not obeyed my orders." "You've been playing again instead of working?" "No, Father, I wasn't playing, I wasn't playing." "So your clothes got torn my mistake, am I right?" "It wasn't my fault, Father, I swear it wasn't." "The boys were singing a song." "They were making game about our house." "A song?" "About our house?" "What kind of a song?" "Something about our house being like a castle and you being only a hatter." "Hatter's Castle." "That's what they call our house, Father." "Hmm..." "They do, do they?" "There's not a man in Levenford would have had the gumption to build a house in his own way like your father has." "Hatter's Castle." "Well, it's a house for a man to live in, just you tell them that." "Yes, father." "They grudge us being related to the Earl of Winton." "Aye, and for being better off and having more brains than them." "Yes, Father." "Well, mind and see that you use them." "You'll do double homework tonight." "Yes, Father." "We'll show Levenford what my clever lad can do." "But you'll need to stick into your work." "Stick in hard." "Aye, then you'll be a credit to the name of Brodie." "My hat and coat." "Will you be in supper, James?" "No." "You're never in at nights now." "You don't seem to like your home anymore." "Can a man not go to his club to meet his friends in peace and quiet?" "Now this, Sir John, is the very latest from London." "Natty and yet dignified, featherweight and yet durable, and the most reasonable price, Sir John, most reasonable." "Oh, Mr. Brodie, good morning." "Good morning, Sir John." "Good morning." "I trust everything is to your satisfaction." "Quite." "I came in to buy one hat and your new assistant is about to sell me a third." "I sent to Glasgow especially for him." "I found that Perry was getting a wee bit dawdling." "Now, if you'll only try it on once..." "Ah, Perry..." "I've shown Mr. Dennis everything you ordered, sir... just the way you want things done." "And now, I suppose you want your money and your character." "You've no right to treat me like this, sir." "After twelve years dismissing me with one day's notice?" "We're not married, are we?" "Here." "Now give me a fine character." "Sir John's going." "You'll find another position." "You'd better count it and see that it's right." "I hope you'll soon be honoring us again, Sir John." "In a couple of weeks we'll have the new spring stocks in and a..." "You keep your place." "Smart lad." "I bit too smart for my liking." "I'll soon knock him into shape, Sir John." "All well at home?" "Fine, Sir John, fine." "Good day." "Good day." "Good morning, Brodie." "Ah, Sir John Latta." "That's the kind of customers I have." "Aye, and since you've been sneaking around all day you may have noticed what kind of terms we're on?" "You're a fine man, Brodie, and you've got a fine business." "I was going to make a proposition to you the other day and you asked me..." "The boot is on the other foot." "It was you that asked me." "Well, I suppose this means goodbye, Mr. Brodie." "Goodbye and good luck." "Shut the door behind you." "Well, what is it?" "I came to make a splendid suggestion to you." "Cut the cackle." "I suppose you don't know that for some time I've been toying with the idea of retiring from business." "Really?" "Aye." "And the other night a grand idea came to me." "And what is this grand idea?" "I was thinking that with your fine business and maybe a shop that's a little too small for you... you might consider extending... by taking in my place and making one big premises." "And maybe with a plate glass window or two." "Dear, dear." "So it was to extend my business that you worked out all this in your sleepless nights?" "Well, uh... yes." "That was really very kind of you." "We've been neighbors so long..." "But I cannot accept your proposition." "But if I did, I'd never cease reproaching myself for turning you out of your profitable shop." "Shut the door behind you." "Still here?" "Brodie, I'll be quite candid with you." "I've got to give up my shop." "Things have been going rather badly with me lately, and what with one thing and another..." "What else do you expect, you measly little iron hawker if you will bring a new brat into the world every year... and live beyond your station?" "Aye, and send your wife to the seaside and your girl to the best school in Levenford... instead of at the service where she ought to be." "Brodie, you can't talk to me like this." "Oh, can I not?" "I'll teach you to meddle in my private affairs." "Now get out!" "Brodie..." "I wouldn't buy your blasted shop... if you brought it to me on a silver platter." "I have some call to make." "I'll be back in an hour." "Yes, Mr. Brodie." "Calls to make, we know those calls." "I'll make him pay for this." "Would you care for a little help?" "I sure would." "I feel I might be of some use to you in this, you see." "I overheard all that just now." "What?" "Well, I happen to know of somebody in Glasgow... who for quite a time has been very keen to open a shop in this high street." "Really?" "In a way it would mean serious competition for Mr. Brodie." "In what way?" "Well, if I told you, I wonder if you'd consider a small percentage commission, say 10%?" "All right, I will..." "Good." "Well, you go along to your office, get our little arrangement neatly onto paper and then we'll talk business." "My word is as good as my bond." "Yes, I'm sure, but I'd sooner have your bond, if you don't mind." "You see, I have a rather suspicious nature." "Ah, good morning, miss." "A lovely day, isn't it?" "What can I show you today?" "A present for the fiancé?" "A natty tie perhaps?" "Or maybe a pair of kid gloves." "What size the hand is happy enough?" "I have no fiancé." "So young and so pretty and no fiancé?" "I see it's high time I came to Levenford." "Ah, your father's top hats to be ironed for the County Ball." "How did you guess?" "There's nothing much escapes me." "Well, mademoiselle, under what name shall I put it on?" "Mr. James..." "James..." "W. Brodie." "Bro..." "I say, you have pulled my leg nicely, haven't you?" "Is my father in?" "No, at the moment I happen to be the staff and the governor rolled into one." "Well, in that case, I had better leave the hat and call back later." "Oh, no, he'll be back immediately." "He particularly said five minutes at the outside." "In the meantime, Miss Brodie, won't you take a seat?" "Miss Brodie, would you say that uh... it was a particularly happy chance that brought you here today or do you often come here?" "No." "Oh, too bad, never mind, it's never too late to change your habits." "It's rather hot here, don't you think?" "Would you like to take your..." "No, thank you." "Oh..." "Don't you think you'd better iron Father's hat?" "He's rather..." "Yes, you're quite right." "Duty first, pleasure afterwards." "It'll be done in a jiffy." "Miss Brodie, can you keep a secret?" "Well, I sneaked in here under false pretenses." "Oh, don't get a shock, it's all right." "It's not as bad as it sounds, but um..." "I've never ironed a hat in my life." "Have you?" "Well, I've been sort of born and bred among hats." "Oh, good, that does simplify the matter considerably." "We all learn by experience, of course... though I have no wish to make my first experiment on Mr. Brodie's best top hat." "Oh, I advise you not to." "I think I'd better take it." "Miss Brodie, would you consider it an impertinence if I asked you to help me fill this regrettable gap in my education?" "If Mr. Brodie found out, it might cost me my job." "But he'll be back any minute now." "No, he won't." "But you said he would." "Yes, but that was only just a ruse." "I really don't..." "It really would be very serious for me." "Here, now." "Where do we start?" "Well, we shall need the top hat shape off the shelf." "Top hat shape, there." "No, that's a cap shape." "Have you ever seen a top hat with a peak?" "No, but it might look rather smart, now you've come to mention it." "This one?" "Yes, that's the one." "Right." "These two there..." "That's right." "These two there." "It's all right." "It's only a customer." "I'll be back in a minute." "Good morning, sir." "Lovely day, isn't it?" "What can I do for you today, sir?" "A top hat, please." "Top hat?" "Size seven and a quarter, I think it is." "Yes." "And gloves, you know, white kid gloves." "For the County Ball." "I'm not sure that we have your size, sir." "You see... we've not got a very large selection, and there's been a very brisk demand, and we've almost sold out..." "Ah, here." "I think this may suit you very well, sir." "It's the right size too." "Would you'd mind trying it on, sir, in the mirror, thank you." "There." "Natty, if I may say so, sir, and yet dignified." "Good morning, Dr. Renwick." "Good morning, Miss Brodie." "I'm afraid I was out the other day when you called for those drops." "No, I only popped in and out again." "I couldn't have stayed." "I'm afraid there's nothing that is suitable in here, sir, though I have a feeling there may be something in stock in the next room." "Excuse me, sir." "Excuse me, Miss Brodie." "I didn't expect to see you here after what happened that night." "I hardly expected to see myself." "It set me rather a problem." "Your father being the only hatter in Levenford," "I had to choose between forgetting our differences or going without my hat and kid gloves." "You're coming to the County Ball then?" "Well, I thought I might as well." "I am glad, that's fine, doctor." "Do you know what made me change my mind?" "I'm afraid, sir..." "Excuse me, Miss Brodie, this is the nearest we have to your size, sir." "Did you learn to dance after all?" "No, but I remembered your one, two, three, hop." "I'm hoping that that will see me through." "I wonder." "Allow me." "All I can hope for is that a young lady will get so tired of dancing that she'll want to sit out with me." "Tired?" "Oh, no!" "Here, let me get that." "Anyway, I'm sure there will be a chance for us to have a quiet chat together." "Will there?" "Don't promise too much or I might take you at your word." "Well, there, I had to tear them." "Send them around to my house with the hat, will you?" "Certainly, sir." "Anything to oblige, sir." "Goodbye, Miss Brodie." "I've got some patients waiting for me." "Goodbye, Dr. Renwick." "And I won't forget it's an appointment." "It's been a pleasure to serve you, sir." "I hope the hat's a success, sir." "And the gloves." "What a great gawk of a fellow." "Oh, you shouldn't say that." "Never mind about him." "What about me?" "Are you going to save a dance for me at the ball?" "Well, I can't promise." "Let's see what we look like as partners, shall we?" "Father's coming!" "Adieu to you." "Ladies and gentlemen." "On behalf of the Urban District Council, it is my proud privilege to welcome" "Lord and Lady Winton." "Good evening, Mr. Grierson." "Ah, the Winton Arms is still looking after the body and comfort of our local citizens." "New earrings to match the brooch." "Is Mr. Brodie here?" "Don't ask me." "I don't know what Mr. Brodie's movements are." "Tut-tut-tut, it's only that I have a very interesting piece of news for him." "It'll make this ball tonight something he'll never forget." "Ah, Mr. Paxton." "Have you seen Brodie?" "No, he's not here yet." "Of course." "He thinks the later he arrives the more important it makes him." "Mary, Father's boots." "Coming, Mother." "I'll be right up mother." "Do you think I'll be..." "Pains again?" "No, no, dear." "I'm just a little tired, so much running up and down." "Is it very bad?" "Oh, never mind me and that silly ball." "It's nothing, dear." "It will soon pass." "Come up to my room and I'll give you your medicine." "It's always done you great..." "Where are my boots?" "How much longer are you going to keep me hanging about?" "Here they are, Father." "I was just giving them another polish." "I've wasted half an hour of my time already by your slowness." "May I go now, Father?" "There won't be a place left in the gallery." "Aye, you'd better run along or you'll miss all the fun too." "Angus!" "Here." "Here." "Enjoy yourself." "But don't be home late." "You needn't be up late for school tomorrow." "Thank you, Father." "What are you doing there?" "More medicine." "No wonder my housekeeping money is always running short." "Doctor Renwick." "How did this get into my house?" "He left it when he was here that day, Father." "Can you not speak the truth for once, woman?" "I went and fetched those drops." "Did I not forbid you to see that man again?" "Yes, I know, Father." "It's all my fault, I'm sorry." "You will take off that frock." "You are not to go to the ball." "James..." "Stop devilling, woman!" "Come on." "We're late enough as it is." "Look, Janet." "There's your father." "No, it can't be." "He's in Glasgow on some business he was making a big mystery of." "Well, then, it's his spitting image." "Where?" "There." "Yes, it is him." "Maybe it's good tiding coming straight from the station." "Who's Father talking to?" "I can only see the top of his head." "I know." "Some champagne, please, miss." "I said some champagne." "Hello, Dennis." "What are you doing here?" "How did you get in?" "Just influence, my girl, just influence." "There you are." "Is that what they call champagne in Levenford?" "Come on, let's have the real stuff." "And a bottle of it." "D'Arvor?" "Where did you get that from?" "I've just pulled off a big deal and it's just a bit on account." "If you're waiting for my daughter, you're waiting in vain." "I confined her to her room and she can thank you for it." "Come, Margaret." "Good evening, Mr. Brodie." "Good evening, MacLaine." "Give me the bottle, will you?" "And the change." "What is this?" "It's to be consumed off the premises." "Gloves all right?" "Who is it?" "It's me, Dennis." "You couldn't go to the ball so I brought the ball to you." "The band and the buffet." "Sweets, crystallized fruits... cake and champagne." "Oh, it's sweet and thoughtful of you, Dennis." "Catch." "No, don't." "You'll break it." "How can I get it up to you then?" "Is there any way to climb up there?" "Well, you'll break your neck." "I tell you what." "I leave the whole thing on the front doorstep and you come out and get it, will you?" "All right." "Good night, Mary." "Well, aren't you going to throw me one back?" "Yes, if you like." "Yes, it's the real stuff." "I saw that you'd been left behind but I must just come along just to cheer you up." "This is one of your ruses again I suppose, is it?" "Oh, but look at the troubles that I've taken just to make you happy." "Rousing the baker from his beauty sleep and stealing my landlady's musical box from under her very nose." "And if you saw my landlady, you'd realize what the risks are that I've taken for you." "Yes, I know, but there'll be terrible trouble if Father knew you were here." "Well, he doesn't and he won't." "Oh, how I've longed to have a dance with you." "Let's have one now, shall we?" "Just a little one." "Yes, please." "Come, just..." "Ah, Mr. Brodie, sir." "Would you permit me to ask your daughter for a waltz?" "You're nobody but a miserable shop assistant." "Aye, Mr. Brodie, think of my bright future." "Ah, in that case I might give you permission." "Oh, Mr. Brodie, cut the cuckold..." "let's move on... and dance." "...learn the polka." "You wouldn't find it a bit hard." "All you have to do is, one, two, three, hop, one, two..." "Excuse me." "You are Dr. Renwick, aren't you?" "Yes." "Would you come quickly, doctor?" "There's a lady who's been taken ill." "Thank you, Mr. Brodie." "Oh, just once more around." "Thanks, but I'm not as young as I used to be." "The dance seems a great success, Brodie." "Aye, aye, 'tis a fine gathering." "Ah, Brodie." "I've been wanting to have a talk with you the whole evening." "Some other time." "I was wondering, are you quite sure you don't want to take those premises of mine?" "Did I not make myself clear the day you sat on your back side at my office?" "Because if you did want to buy my shop you can't have it." "Because I've sold it." "To the Mungo Hat Company." "You could have sold it to Old Nick for all I care." "I thought you'd like to hear the news." "That's why I hurried here the moment I arrived from Glasgow." "You think that you've harmed me." "You, me?" "On the contrary." "You've done me a great favor." "I shall be glad to get rid of the likes of you and your cheap customs." "But the big people of Levenford..." "They'll come to me as they have done for the last 20 years." "Am I disturbing you?" "Not at all." "I should like to have a word with you in private, Brodie." "Aye..." "Lady Winton told you about our wee chat." "She did." "Actually, I've heard it said before that you claim to be related to us." "Aye." "It's true we share the same name." "But you can take it from me, that is as far as it goes." "Why, you mean to say..." "Everything else is pure imagination." "But Lord Winton, that's impossible." "Why, the whole of Levenford take it for granted that you and I are related." "Then, my dear fellow, why not simply put the rumor to rest?" "After all, it's not essential to belong to the peerage." "Is it?" "What was the earl saying to you all that time?" "Nothing in particular." "Nothing that would be of any interest to you." "Just the sort of thing that a relation would say to one another." "Mr. Brodie." "Some people seem to have the hide of an elephant." "You throw them out of one door and they come creeping back through the other." "You dare?" "If this was not a ball with ladies present..." "Stop this!" "I'm speaking to you as a medical man." "Dr. Lawrie is my physician." "So much the better." "Saves me listening to your insolence any longer." "Mrs. Brodie has fainted." "I've taken her into one of the anterooms where she can get some air." "And what do you charge for that?" "Will you try to explain to Mr. Brodie that his wife must be taken home at once?" "This isn't an accidental state of weakness." "I've examined Mrs. Brodie...." "I know her state." "She happens to be my patient." "And what is wrong with my wife, may I ask?" "Cancer." "Advanced, incurable cancer." "That is a lie." "There." "There's the sword between us." "This marks the border line." "Now..." "No, Dennis, I mean it." "Don't forget I'm a counter jumper, I might be a sword jumper as well." "Oh, I do feel so queer." "Did you put something funny in the champagne?" "Yes, the bubbles." "It took me hours." "Every single little bubble put in by hand gently." "Don't you think I deserve just a little reward for that?" "Oh, no..." "Then I'm not going to budge from here until I get that kiss... and I'm sitting very comfortably." "Listen, Father's coming..." "Oh, no, you don't catch me like that a second time." "No, no..." "It stopped outside." "They're back already!" "Whatever shall we do?" "Be calm, it's all right." "Don't lose your head." "Give me that." "Get my hat off the hat stand." "No, not in the kitchen!" "Upstairs." "Angus." "Arouse Mary." "Get her to get a hot water bottle for your mother." "You don't have to wake the poor girl out of her sleep for that." "Angus, you do it." "All right." "You shouldn't have left so early for my sake." "It was just for the moment." "The heat of the room and all that..." "How many more times have you got to tell me that?" "They're coming up here." "Quick, into my room." "Now you have to stay here till everybody's asleep." "Well, there's nothing I'd like better." "Well?" "No, Dennis, no!" "Shhh!" "Your father." "No..." "No!" "Leave me alone." "This carrying on behind my back is to stop!" "Is that clear?" "Are you not ashamed, you, a daughter of mine, to play about with that mealy-mouthed young pup... who calls himself a doctor?" "You are to stay in the house." "Not a step beyond the front gate." "Don't be afraid." "He didn't see me." "Good morning, doctor." "Mother's upstairs." "She's staying in bed today." "I've come to see you, Miss Brodie." "Is it true that it was because of me that you weren't allowed to go to the ball?" "Well, in a way..." "Then I owe you an apology." "I am most truly sorry to have spoiled your evening's pleasure." "I have no idea what my crime was." "You didn't mention anything to me the other day in the shop when you laughed at me because of those gloves." "Oh, I didn't laugh at you." "It was just that you made such a funny face when the seams bust all of a sudden." "I know, I know." "I do cut a funny figure when I try to look smart." "Well, I just came to apologize, so..." "Dr. Renwick." "I..." "I only wanted to thank you for all you've done for Mother." "Angus told me how kind you were to her in spite of everything." "Any other doctor would have done the same thing." "You're not an easy man to talk to, Dr. Renwick." "Whenever one says anything nice to you you retire into your shell." "Do I?" "I know whenever I want to say anything nice to somebody I can never get it out." "Well, that's all I wanted to say." "Goodbye, Miss Brodie." "Goodbye, Dr. Renwick." "No, that's not all." "Listen, Mary." "I know what sort of a life you've been leading here in your father's house." "I can't bear to see you unhappy like this." "Can't you see what I've been trying to say to you ever since I came here?" "Didn't you guess what I wanted to say to you at the ball last night?" "I want you to marry me, Mary." "Mary, I love you." "I want to take you out of this terrible life here." "I want to see you happy, and free, and smiling." "Mary, say you'll let me." "Say you will." "I see the old gentleman is so overcome by my audacity he's dropped his sword." "There you are." "Well, Mary?" "Hm?" "What's the matter?" "Mary, look at me." "I can't believe I was that much mistaken." "Mary, are you saying no to me when a moment ago you...." "I can't marry you." "Never." "It was only for a moment, I..." "What?" "Oh, I don't know." "I don't know what I'm saying." "Leave me alone." "Will you go, Dr. Renwick, please, will you go?" "Come along." "Now is the opportunity." "Free gifts at Mungo's." "Come along." "Here's the opportunity." "Free gifts at Mungo's." "Come along." "Here's the opportunity." "Free gifts at Mungo's." "Come along." "Here's the opportunity." "Free gifts at Mungo's." "Come along." "Free gifts at Mungo's." "Giveaway free gifts at Mungo's." "Free gifts at Mungo's." "First on your left." "Now's the opportunity." "Free gifts at Mungo's." "We hope to retain the honor of your custom." "In my case it's a matter of reciprocity." "Mr. Brodie sends his boy to my school and I buy my hats at Mr. Brodie's shop." "But with this competition cheek by jowl you'll have to work for all you're worth." "Good day." "Good day, sir." "Thank you, sir." "Good morning, Dennis." "I'm afraid Mr. Brodie's not in." "Dennis, it's no good being angry with me." "I must speak to you before anybody comes in." "Why should I take the liberty of being angry with my employer's daughter?" "I'm merely a little puzzled, that's all." "Ever since the night of the County Ball you've not set foot inside this shop and each time that I, on some pretext, call at you father's house you've taken care to make yourself scarce." "Yes, I know I have, but can't you understand that?" "No, I can't understand." "I thought we were in love with each other." "But evidently I'm not good enough for you and... and I'm not the sort of fellow to make himself objectionable to a girl." "Dennis, are you really in love with me?" "I think we'd better break off this conversation." "Anyway, it's obvious that you don't trust me..." "Oh, but I do, I do." "Only that I want to make sure." "Oh, Dennis, I've got to tell you something." "I came straight here from the station." "I was in Darrow." "Darrow?" "What did you go to Darrow for?" "To see a doctor, Dennis." "I daren't go to one in Levenford where they all know me." "Oh, I see." "If you don't love me enough to marry me, don't be afraid to say so." "It's all right, Mary, it's all right." "I..." "I've always known we'd settle down together one day and I've..." "Well, I've made my plans accordingly." "I had wanted this to be a surprise to you, but..." "I've got my eye on a little shop in London." "It's going very cheaply and I could make something really big of it." "Well, I was going to wait until I had enough cash for it..." "But now, of course, I..." "Mary, I'll talk to your father this very day." "You're not thinking of telling him, are you?" "I'll tell him I'm very much in love with his daughter and that I want to marry her." "He'll never agree." "Oh, he'll agree, all right and give you a fine dowry into the bargain." "You can't ask Father for money." "He'd never give us a penny." "Oh, yes he will." "And we'll go to London, have a fine house, servants and a carriage... and they lived happily ever after." "Tell me, how much do you think he's worth?" "Get out of the way." "You're blocking the door to me shop." "I don't see anyone trying to get in." "Ah, good morning, Mr. Brodie." "Nasty day, isn't it?" "What are you doing here?" "Well, I was out shopping father and I ran short of money." "In the middle of the week the housekeeping money gone already?" "There, that ought to take care of things." "Thank you, Father." "What's this?" "No business today?" "Well, Thursday's a poor day." "We only start picking up about tea time." "Count me money." "Mr. Brodie." "What is it?" "There's a small matter that I should very much like to discuss with you." "About a raise, I suppose." "Well, that's one way of putting it." "With all due respect, Mr. Brodie, I should like to ask you..." "Good morning." "Nasty day, isn't it?" "Good morning, Foyle." "Come in to my office." "This is a fine thing to do to me." "Threatening to distrain." "Me, an old friend." "You can't complain about our lack of patience." "The bank wants its money." "You think I'm not worth a few portly pounds?" "That's not the point." "I'll pay when I've got it, I tell you." "You can add a few more percent to the interest for all I care." "I've taken on a bit of a load with this house of mine." "If you'd taken my advice, you'd have put up a good, sober respectable villa." "instead of running yourself into debt over this sham castle of yours." "Sham castle." "Aye, that's what it might mean to you." "Just bricks and mortar and a heap of stones." "But to me it's the realization of a dream." "But of course you wouldn't understand that." "Perhaps." "What I can understand is that you live beyond your means." "I will not have anyone interfering with my concerns." "You don't have to." "So long as you meet your obligations." "Brodie." "Couldn't you pay even 100 pounds now?" "Next month maybe." "We'll see." "You were in difficulties before." "And this competition next door will not make things any easier for you." "Very well then." "We'll wait another month." "Goodbye, Brodie." "Oh, Mr. Brodie." "What is it?" "What is it you want?" "If it's a raise, you might as well forget it." "I've already done so, Mr. Brodie." "Would it be convenient for me to deliver this hat now?" "You can go to the devil." "Thank you, Mr. Brodie." "What does he think I am?" "An errand boy to be ordered about with a lot of hat boxes?" "Anyway, I'm sick of Levenford." "A man's as good as dead in this place." "I don't care what you say, I'm not going to give you the fare and that's that." "What have you done with the money you got from Grierson?" "Gambled it away, I suppose." "Oh, there wasn't as much as all that." "It was enough to pay the toff all these weeks and forget where I lived." "Oh, now, you know that's not the reason why I kept away." "Well, what was it?" "Well, when I first came to Levenford" "I thought that things between us were going to be the same as they used to be." "But I'm not blind." "Don't think I don't know where all this comes from." "It hasn't stopped you from trying to get your fare out of me, has it?" "But I'm doing that for you." "I want to get you out of this." "And I know of a little shop in London, it's..." "It's going very cheap and I could really make something big of it." "Well, there's a little place on the first floor..." "It's very cozy and it's just made for the two of us." "And what I had in mind was to get it all shipshape and then... send for you and... they lived happily ever after." "Don't look at me like that." "Your stepbrother." "I swear it was all over between us years ago." "He..." "I just wanted to try and get him a job, that's all." "You're lying." "No, he's never been here before." "I promise you." "He's only come here now because..." "To say goodbye." "He's going to London." "As a matter of fact, I was going to give my notice tomorrow." "You little rat." "You'll go for a trip right enough but not to London." "You'll go to jail." "It's the first time I've heard of a law where a married man could send somebody to jail for... for being found with his girl." "You dirty sneaking rat." "You..." "Thursday is a bad day for business, eh?" "And no one came to my shop today." "And Gibson did not buy a hat today." "Let me go, Mr. Brodie." "I can explain." "Now bid her a touching farewell." "Rats, the two of you!" "No, don't!" "I advise you to think what you're doing, Mr. Brodie." "You might regret it." "I..." "I've got such a thing as a tongue in my head." "You think you could harm me." "You, a wagging your dirty little tongue about me and Nancy." "I do not give a tinker's curse what people say about me." "Yes, but I suppose you do care what they say about... about your daughter." "You dare to drag anyone of my name into this." "Your daughter wants me to marry her, Mr. Brodie." "And what's more, she'll be delighted if I agree to marry her now." "And so will you, Mr. Brodie." "Get that into your thick head." "One step nearer and I'll shoot!" "You wouldn't dare." "You've not got the guts of a louse." "Haven't I?" "I must get some water." "I'll bathe it for you." "Theft and attempted murder." "You'll do 50 years for that." "Would you like a dram?" "Get up." "Get up!" "I've changed my mind." "The next train leaves at 8 o'clock." "But if five minutes later your ugly face is still at large in Levenford, you'll know what to expect." "Get out." "I'm going to Glasgow, Nancy." "You know where to find me." "He only said that to spite me." "Don't believe him." "Never mind what I believe." "I pay you, do I not?" "Mary, get your father's tea." "Good evening, Father." "Take out the slippers, Mary." "What a night." "Do take off your wet boots." "Go and pack your daughter's clothes." "She's taking a journey." "And be quick about it!" "Come here!" "Get out." "Get out!" "May I pack my things?" "Your things." "What is yours except the filth in which you've been wallowing?" "The mire through which you've tried to drag my name." "Get out!" "I'll get that haughtiness out of you." "Get out!" "Or I'll put you out." "You're listening to me for the last time." "You're no longer a daughter of mine." "I'm going to cast you out like a leper." "And if you don't want to walk the streets where you belong, you'd better run so that you can still catch a fancy man at the station." "It's a beautiful night for a stroll." "You..." "That was Brodie's lass, wasn't it?" "I wonder who she's looking for." "I saw none of her people in the train." "I raise you 2 shillings." "Two shillings and another two." "None of your tricks just when I have a good hand." "I'll raise you 5 shillings." "You left a little bit late, miss." "I'll see you." "Three aces." "Full house." "Well?" "Father's thrown me out." "Where are you going to now?" "I don't know, except... not with you." "So I suppose it's just a coincidence your plopping in here like this." "Please don't let me interrupt your game." "There's no need to get hoity-toity about it." "I should leave that to your father if I were you." "To hear him talk you'd think that he owns the whole of Levenford but the truth is he hasn't got a penny to his name." "And you behave as if you were a princess." "But all you need is a bit of coaxing." "Stop it..." "It's actually your fault that things have turned out as they have." "Before all this happened you could hardly be bothered to look at me at all." "And now it's not fair to ask me to mess up my whole future by tying a millstone around my neck." "Well?" "What about it?" "What am I going to do with you?" "You needn't worry." "We'll be getting to the Tay Bridge soon." "You mean..." "It halts there for a signal." "You can't go out on the open track on a night like this." "The sooner I rid you of that millstone around your neck the better." "For you and for me." "What are you worrying about?" "Can't let her go out in this." "You mind your own business." "Good night, George." "Good night." "Safe to go!" "Well, suppose we get on with the game." "You treated that girl like a skunk." "Come on, put the money up." "How many do you want?" "Two of the best." "I'll take one." "And none for Lucky Dennis." "Why didn't you call me?" "You shouldn't carry heavy things like that, mother." "Somebody's got to do it, Angus." "Put that bucket down." "Just think of your exam." "And from today you come to the shop after school... and do your homework there under my supervision." "Is that quite clear?" "Yes, Father." "My breakfast." "I..." "I dreamt of Mary last night." "I dreamt she was alive, she wasn't in that train." "You and your dreams." "You ought to be grateful that her shame was drowned with her." "Where's the toast?" "Where's my toast?" "Burnt again?" "No, it will soon be ready." "What is this stinking the place out?" "It's only a drop of milk boiled over." "So it was a drop of milk that boiled over." "I knew you were lying to me again." "Disgusting the mere sight of this kitchen." "Windows not cleaned for weeks." "Whatever you touch is grimy." "You should have someone else in this house." "Someone with a pair of strong healthy arms." "We could do with someone to help." "Aye..." "You shall have help to clean up this pigsty this very day." "Good morning, Mrs. Brodie." "How are you today?" "For goodness sake, doctor, my husband's just gone." "I get so terrified in case he might find you here." "I've got his world worked out to a second." "It's just like little man in the weather box." "When one comes out the other goes in." "Now, what about these pains of yours?" "Oh, thank you, doctor, they're much, much better." "It's only when I have to bend down so much during the day." "That's what comes from disobeying the doctor's orders." "You mustn't do so much housework." "Suppose it does get a little untidy, what of it?" "Whatever you did that husband of yours wouldn't be satisfied." "Oh, please don't say anything against my husband, doctor." "He's promised to get me some help quite on his own accord." "And she's to come in this very afternoon." "Wonders will never cease." "Doctor..." "I had a letter today." "Hm-hmm." "You'll never guess who from." "Perhaps I oughtn't to tell you, but..." "I feel I shall go mad if I keep the good news to myself any longer." "Mary's alive." "She wasn't in that train." "No, doctor." "I haven't taken sudden leave of my senses." "They did go away together, she and Dennis, but... she got out before the Tay Bridge because... she didn't want to have anything more to do with him." "Doctor, you're taking my breath away!" "Where is she?" "How is she?" "What did she say?" "Did she say anything about me?" "One thing at a time, doctor." "She wrote a whole page about you." "What did she say?" "I'll go and get the letter." "It's burnt." "I haven't got the letter anymore." "But I read it over and over again." "I almost know it by heart." "She wants to know what you're doing and if you speak of her once in a while... and she hopes you don't think of her too badly." "Think of her badly." "When she ought to think badly of me." "Why didn't I open my mouth before it was too late?" "I knew from the first what hell she had to live in here." "I ought to have moved heaven and earth to take her away from it." "I'm to blame for all this misery." "I must go to her at once." "Where is she?" "Wait..." "You know that she... she had a baby." "The baby died." "Poor Mary." "I must go to her." "Where is she?" "She's working on a farm in..." "Oh..." "I knew it just now." "What is it..." "In Glen..." "Yes, yes." "In Glen?" "No, it didn't start with Glen." "I've forgotten the name of the village." "Now, now, don't excite yourself." "Just try to think calmly." "You're sure to remember it." "Now I can't write to her." "She'll think I don't love her anymore." "We never had anyone to help before." "It may be difficult for Mr. Brodie to get used to a stranger in the house." "That's why you'd better take my advice and keep out of his way as much as possible." "And mind you." "Never contradict him." "No, mum." "They're trying to tell me that I'll soon be well again, but..." "I'm glad that there's someone here to look after my husband and the boy." "Yes, mum." "What are you doing?" "Mr. Brodie would never have his tea in the kitchen." "He's used to having all his meals in the parlor." "Well, he'll have to get used to the kitchen." "There's quite enough to do as it is." "If Mr. Brodie heard you say such a thing... he wouldn't have you in the house another moment." "He won't send me away." "Where..." "Where did Mr. Brodie get you from?" "From the Winton Arms." "Where do you think you're going?" "To a fancy dress ball?" "James..." "Do you remember that day by the bourn... when you when you braided the red rowan berries through my hair?" "Do you remember what you said then?" "No, I do not remember what I said." "You said that the rowan berries weren't so pretty as... my curly hair." "Have you taken last leave of your senses?" "James." "It was remembering that you were once fond of me that made me bear all that came late without complaint." "I'm not reproaching you." "Perhaps I wasn't the right woman for you." "But believe me, you've given me many a bitter hour and many a bitter year." "I kept my silence." "Well, and what about it?" "There's something I cannot stand, James." "And you cannot expect me to." "You might have waited till I was under the ground." "I resigned myself all this long while to what you did outside our house." "But to live with that woman under the same roof, no, James." "One of us must go." "Her or me." "Tea's ready." "Come now." "No more of this nonsense." "Take off your finery and come and have your tea." "Tea is in the kitchen." "What kind of a novelty is this?" "If you want your parlor tidied up three times a day, you'd better get someone else." "Come on, now." "Hurry up before your tea gets cold." "I'm afraid I cannot pay the interest on the mortgage." "I've had a lot of expenses of late." "My wife's illness.... aye." "Then her funeral." "Foyle, you must wait a wee bit longer." "This is only what we expected." "That's what I'm afraid we've had to decide to sell the mortgage." "You have?" "Then why are you here pestering me?" "To give you a last chance." "We have still the right to say no to this man we're negotiating with." "May I ask the name of the new cutthroat." "He's waiting outside." "He has a proposition to put to you." "If you agree, you can get out of this mess with a handsome profit." "Will you see him?" "By all means." "Let him come in." "Good morning, Brodie." "Grierson?" "Where did they let you loose from?" "Will you not come in to my office?" "Why all the fuss?" "The first rush is over anyway." "Now come to the point, Grierson." "I've come on behalf of the Mungo Company." "They're short of space." "They wish to add your shop to their premises" "And for your stock and... good will... they're prepared to offer you..." "A million pounds." "No, they didn't think quite so much as that." "Show some sense, Brodie." "It's a very nice suggestion of these people." "If they wanted to, they could well put you on the street without a farthing's indemnity." "You think I cannot see through the whole scheme?" "They want to get me out of their way." "They're afraid of me." "They with their waxwork figures." "All they can do is to bait the small fry." "Sir John Latta." "You see?" "The big people of Levenford will always give me their custom." "Yes, he's pulled up at your shop but he's buying next door." "I'll smash you!" "Brodie!" "Get out!" "You have until tomorrow to consider it." "There's not a thing to be considered." "Rather than sell out to them I'd smash my whole place." "Oh, well, please yourself." "Aye..." "I'd smash my whole shop." "Aye..." "Smash..." "My whole... shop!" "Hey...hey!" "The appeal of the day!" "Do you want a hat?" "They're going cheap today!" "Aye!" "There's a great sale today!" "High hats are going cheap!" "Free hats!" "Who wants a hat?" "It's the Brodie sale." "Here!" "Free hats!" "Take the lot!" "Take the lot." "I'll make you have them." "Brodie's hats!" "Take the lot of them!" "Hats for nothing, hats for nothing." "Quick!" "Who wants free hats?" "What did you say?" "Brodie's gone daft." "He's giving his hats away." "Get inside!" "You're drunk!" "Well, what are you staring at?" "What is the meaning of this?" "They thought they could sell me up." "But I've shown them." "So you're broke, eh?" "Broke?" "Just because I've no longer got a shop?" "Just because I cannot be bothered to sell hats for their dirty skulls?" "That was never a fit work for a Brodie anyway." "But I can see great possibilities." "Aye." "This is where you and I just begin." "And how long will it be before you can make some money?" "With what?" "That's exactly what I want to know." "Here, wait, wait." "You've forgotten your basket." "Oh, no, I haven't." "From now on you can do your own dirty work in the house." "Do you think I want to starve with you?" "Nancy, you're not going to treat me like this." "Have you no feelings for me?" "Feelings for you?" "After what you said to me that day?" "After telling me that I was no better than something you can buy?" "Well, if you want to buy something you have to have the cash to pay for it." "Why do you think I stuck with you?" "Because you're so young or so handsome?" "Well, no money, no music." "Goodbye to you, Mr. Brodie." "So... now they've all gone." "No..." "There's still my boy." "Aye." "My boy." "Why don't you come out?" "If you don't know enough now to win that scholarship these last few hours won't make any difference." "I can't waste time, Janet, I must win it." "There's nobody to take it away from you." "That's the queer thing." "I know I could win it easily." "If only I didn't have to." "Nonsense." "Come on, stop sulking." "No, Janet." "I must stick to it." "Well, as you like." "Oh, Angus." "The exam papers have just come." "I passed Mr. Gibson's window and I saw them on his desk." "You know the punishment for this, don't you?" "Oh, sir, please don't expel me, sir." "Please don't!" "With anyone else, Brodie, I wouldn't give it a second thought." "But I realize there are certain extenuating circumstances in your case." "Oh, thank you, sir." "No, no, Angus." "I can't let you get off scot free." "I'm prepared to overlook this lapse but I can't let you enter the exam this year." "But, sir, I haven't read the questions." "There was no time." "And the letters seemed quite blurred to me." "I'm sorry, my boy." "How could you, my best pupil, do a thing like this?" "I was frightened by the scholarship, sir." "What would happen to me if I didn't win it, sir?" "Forgive me, sir." "Please forgive me." "Impossible, my boy." "Maybe it won't do you any harm to wait another year." "After all, you're the youngest in the form." "Give that to your father." "O who will o'er the downs so free," "O who will with me ride," "O who will up and follow me," "To win my blooming bride?" "Her father he had locked the door... and all were at peace with it..." "Is that you, Angus?" "Come here." "See what your father is doing?" "I got rid of Nancy." "I noticed that you two were not getting along too well together and..." "I wished to keep all troubles from you before the exam." "Aye, it's downright gratifying for a man to see his own brains coming out in his son." "People are sniggering about this house of ours." "Hatter's Castle." "Let then snigger." "I may be only a hatter, but when I was your age" "I did not have the advantages that I have given to you." "I could merely lay the foundations, but you'll get further on in life." "You'll end up to be a bishop." "Or a judge, aye..." "And the king will give you a knighthood." "And you'll put the second story on the house." "And your son will go even further." "He'll one day sit in the House of Lords." "Aye, and he'll put the top to the building." "Then people shall not call it Hatter's Castle any longer." "Then it'll be Lord Brodie's Castle." "And people will doff their hats when they pass by." "Ha, we're going to startle the town between us." "James Brodie." "That's the name that'll be on everybody's lips when you come back with that scholarship... and a hundred golden sovereigns in your hand." "Aye, we'll show them." "Angus." "O who will o'er the downs so free," "O who will with me ride," "O who will up and follow me," "To win the..." "Angus!" "Angus!" "Angus!" "Angus!" "Angus!" "Angus!" "Angus!" "Angus." "My boy." "I've killed him." "I've killed him." "No..." "It was not me." "It's you that killed him." "You..." "Hatter's Castle." "Bricks and mortar." "Stone..." "It was for you that I slaughtered all that I held dear." "You do not think that you've got me beat." "No... for what I built up I can destroy!" "You do not believe me." "I'll show you!" "And when I'm done with you... there won't be one stone standing here." "I'll flatten you to the earth." "Ha!" "Hatter's Castle!" "Hatter's Castle!" "The man we have just laid to rest had many enemies." "And no doubt they were mostly of his own creation." "James Brodie was an extraordinary man, a man forever trying to impose his will upon others." "and in so doing couldn't help spreading unhappiness along his path." "He was a man made of the stuff of which the great tyrants of history are made." "and like them he met with a fate no tyrant can escape." "But it is not for us to judge the deeds of men." "Let James Brodie's fate be a warning that he who sows the storm reaps the whirlwind, and leave the final judgment to Him who is eternal love" "May God give him eternal peace." "Amen." "Subtitles:" "Luís Filipe Bernardes"