Brigadoon

Let me see that map again, will you?

Let's see. Here's Auchindale.

As I remember, that should be on the left.

And I don't remember.

It is. Here's Braekirk.

Should be on the right.

Then where the devil are we?

What's in the middle?

Nothing.

That's where we are.

In nothing?

Yep, and for a fella with my potentialities,

this is an ideal location.

We'll find our way out when the mist clears.

Must be depressing to be a bird

and know the hunting season's on.

With your aim, the birds have nothing to worry about.

Yeah? Watch.

Wait a second. That isn't a grouse.

Ohh.

Fine couple of game hunters we are.

We come all the way from New York.

First night out, we get lost.

Maybe we took the high road, not the low. Drink?

No, thanks.

Good. That's more for me.

I thought you said you were cutting down.

Yes, I did. But I'm a terrible liar.

Besides, it doesn't pay.

I remember I was with a wonderful girl once.

She used to plead and plead with me to give it up.

So one day I did.

Then we discovered we had nothing more to talk about,

so we broke up.

Ahh.

There's something about this forest

that gives me the feeling

of being in a cathedral.

If we were, I'd know where the exit is.

You don't believe in anything, do you?

Of course I do.

Really, what?

Well, practically anything I can understand,

anything that's real to me--

like things I can touch, taste, hear, see, smell...

And swallow.

What about the things you don't understand?

I dismiss them.

Makes it very easy, doesn't it?

Comfortable, anyhow.

Well, I envy you.

Why?

You seem so satisfied.

Well, I am. Aren't you?

No, I'm not.

That's silly.

You've got a fine job,

you're engaged to a fine girl,

you're lost in a fine forest.

What more do you want?

I don't know.

But something seems wrong.

Especially about Jane and me.

And that makes everything wrong.

Look how I postpone getting married.

I just can't seem to get myself to that altar.

You love her, don't you?

You did three days ago when we left New York.

Sometimes I think

I'm really not capable of loving.

Sometimes I think nobody is anymore.

That's nonsense.

Don't talk yourself into an inferiority complex.

You don't deserve it.

What do you mean?

My friends who have an inferiority complex

are absolutely right.

They're not as good as everybody else.

But you--

young, dashing, loaded.

Hey.

Look at that.

It looks like a village.

It is.

I thought you said

there were no towns around here.

I did. Check the map.

No, I believe you.

Come on. Let's go down.

There must be people there.

They must eat food.

That's what we're interested in.

Funny it isn't on the map.

Well, maybe they don't like publicity.

Jean.

Jean, come away from the window.

I'm trying to see Charlie.

I know, and you're not supposed to.

'Tis bad luck to see the groom before the wedding.

Put the clothes away.

Do you think he's glad he's marrying me?

Or is he beginning to regret it?

Well, if I see him,

I'll ask him.

Now hurry up.

Father, how did ye feel

when mother agreed to marry you?

She proposed to me.

Didn't it make ye happy?

Aye, her good judgment pleased me highly.

Fiona, you'll be sure to tell Charlie

to come sign the family Bible.

Aye, father.

I'm off now to see Mr. Lundie.

You attend to the marketing.

Buy everything that's needed for the wedding supper.

Aye, father.

Ah, but remember, just what's needed.

My aim for this occasion

is to be hospitable,