#mccarric scenes season4

[danjaley]

Lucie: Ce sont vos chevaux, Oncle Matthieu?

Matthew: ‘our le moment oui.

Lucie: Pouvons-nous caresser les chevaux?

Matthew: Bien shure!

Lucie: Are these your horses, Uncle Matthieu? Matthew: For the moment, yes. Lucie: May we pet the horses? Matthew: Of course!

[danjaley]

Farewell brothers, all return is uncertain, The future lies in darkness and heavies our hearts.

In every beginning the end is not far, We come and we go and time goes with us.

Farewell brothers, let us close the circle; life is but a game, And he who knows to play it well, will reach the final goal.

(German text of Auld Lang Syne, retranslated into English)

[danjaley]

Nicolas: C’est moi! Let me in!

Béatrice&François: Papa!

Roseanne: Did you stop them?

Nicolas: Of course not! I ran for my life and told the servants to do the same. I can’t shoot at the crowd with canons, like Launay did at the Bastille.

André: I hope nobody saw you. Not so much because of your dignity, but if they come here, I don’t know where we’ll all run to.

Charles: It’s not the most cunning hideout, but we must hope they’ll be content working havoc at your house.

François: But … all we have is over there!

Roseanne: Children, go and play with your cousin!

Béatrice: What if they come and … Shouldn’t we stay near the exit?

Roseanne: Go and play with Lucie!

[danjaley]

Matthew: A’’ you a’’ righ’?

Alice: Yes, thank you. Only tired. Baby number five is making himself felt. Or herself.

Matthew: Ah can’’ ‘elieve we’re goin’ ‘o have five shil’ren.

Alice: It feels weirdly strange to go through all this again. Perhaps I am getting too old.

Matthew: You a’rea’dy shaid tha’ when you were eshpec’ing Ro’ert.

Alice: Yes, and this was eight years ago! I’m thirty-four now. I used to think my mother had me at thirty-six, but in fact – (whispers) my actual mother died giving birth to me aged seventeen. So I may have been pushing my luck so far. Don’t get me wrong, I wouldn’t want to miss any one of our children, but times have changed. I’d never have thought there’d be a war with France. I don’t want my children to grow up in a war.

Matthew: There’sh no war here. The houshe ish big enou’ for a’y num’er o’ shil’ren an’ Ah’ll ‘o e’erything ‘o ma’e you co’for’able an’ ha’’y.

[danjaley]

Elizabeth: (crying)

Cathy: She’s much noisier than my Secret Sister. Meh. She doesn’t look like a girl. She’s got short hair.

Alice: Where’s Thomas?

Robert: Didn’t want to see the baby. Silly baby!

[danjaley]

Roseanne: Any news of Nicolas?

André: You’d better prepare for bad news. The sooner the better.

Roseanne: What do you mean?

André: I mean that the sooner he dies the sooner it’s over.

Roseanne: And … and where is Jonathan?

Matthew: He’sh shet out for Shateau Monlieu. He musht buy tha’ torsho af’er all. We coul’’ no’ ge’ your hushban’ ou’, Ah’m afrai’.

[danjaley]

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[danjaley]

Fiona: Please excuse my daughter-in-law. You’ll have noticed she’s in special circumstances.

Ysobel: Er – have you spoken to the owners of Gilgolish Castle? I can give your their address in Glasgow. They used to live here when I was a girl, but nowadays the castle is locked up. There should be space enough – either in the castle or on the grounds. Alasdair can show you around.

Alice: Alasdair will do no such thing. Walter or Owen McNeil can show him around, that's safer.

Alasdair: Why can’t I – !?

Ysobel: We’re going to discuss this among ourselves, but we’ll send someone.

[danjaley]

Matthew: It’s ‘he ‘hirty-firsht ‘oday. Jush’ think – Ah may have ano’her chil’ now. An’ Ah don’’ e’en know if it’sh a boy or a girl. Ah’d li’e ano’her girl. Ah hope Alish ish a’’ righ’.

[danjaley]

[The Duchess of –‘s country house, 1993]

Guide: On the wall we see the portrait of a little boy aged around five. It’s dated 1782 and is believed to show the Duchess’s first son Alexander. Alexander, referred to in letters as Alasdair, would have been the ninth Duke of – , but sadly he died of measles aged seven. For this reason his younger brother Francis Percy inherited the titles and the estate and made the place what it is today. Let’s move on to the next room.

Alasdair: (wakes with a gasp)

[danjaley]

André: How about you say something for once? You can’t always let things go on and hope they’ll sort themselves out, just because you’re too lazy to open your mouth.

Matthew: Ah do care abou’ your family. Ah came a’’ ‘he way ‘o Franshe ‘o help you – inshtead o’ shtaying wi’ my wife an’ new’orn chil’, who may or may no’ be alive righ’ now.

Matthew: But you’re righ’. My firsht loyal’y ish with Shonathan. E’en if Ah wish he coul’ have chosen shomeone unrela’ed.

André: I'm sorry. I didn't know you and Alice had another child.

André: Anyway. All we can do now is limit the damage. I could convince my father that it was all a lie. Or at least he’s going to treat it as one. And I’m just so tired and there’s no use sullying Nicolas’ memory for his family. I hope we can get away before anything reaches Roseanne’s ears.

[danjaley]

Alasdair: Am I really that superfluous?

Catherine: (shakes head)

Alasdair: AAAHHHRGHH!! Do you have to scare me so!?

[danjaley]

Matthew (reads): “Onshe u’o’ a ‘ime ‘here wash a ‘a’e’u’ wi’ hish e’e’ha’’…”

Robert: I want Auntysobel to read the story.

Matthew: Fi’e! Ash you wish!

[danjaley]

Alice: You’re not going to take her away with you, are you?

Catherine: (cools Lilly’s face with her fingers)

Alice: Oh… I think she likes this.

[danjaley]

Cathy: Hey! I had an idea: We can be Cathy and Lilly. Don’t let the boys call you “Limps”! If you agree with this plan, you don’t have to do anything at all. If not, start crying now! … Wonderful! That’s settled!

[danjaley]

Matthew: We pashed through here lasht time, re’ember? We’re a’mosht ‘here.

Jonathan: I dread the moment. What do you think we’ll find?

Matthew: Migh’ be a’ything fro’ ‘they were a’’ releashed while we were o’ ‘he road’ to ‘they’re a’’ guillo’’ined’.

Jonathan: And whatever it is, I’ll have to face Roseanne and her children. … his children.