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Quiet Please - The Veil of Glen Cove

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Duration:: 31m
Broadcast on:: 04 Jul 2024
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No purchase necessary. VGW Group would be recruited by law 18 plus terms and conditions apply. Quiet please. Quiet please. (Music) The American Broadcasting Company presents Quiet please. This is written and directed by Willis Cooper and which features earnest chatter. Quiet please. Today is called The Vale of Glen Coe. (Music) You go right through Santa Barbara on the coast road. Then six miles later it go later. 150 branches off of the right. Not too gabby or to pass. The name for the seagull had dressed for the poor the lost shop there in 1769. The road leads up through the San Diego nose mountains. Up to the old missions San Diego nose. It's been there since 1824. Families say the practice of the garden there was kind of by old fryers. They're about to feed themselves. Now the way you can go later, up over the mountains is very pleasant way. (Music) (Music) I would remember the road on the Lake Island. (Music) At a good time to remember them. (Music) 1944. I found it very important. (Music) The grub is having a car along the road. The innocent hag one road that was first trapped by the old Franciscan crowd was more than two centuries ago. The winter green of the hills and the blue of the sky. I remember that evening as hurting my heart. A pre-monition of backness in haunted places half remember. Said that the girl kept the edges of my mood and fell silent. And after a heart stroke, spoke as the shadows of a grub of frickin' one slid around the length of the car and he rode for a moment in the shade. Tired down? No. Not tired. Sad about something? I don't know what it is. I feel depressed. You're working too hard at the studio maybe. Maybe. Relax. I don't seem to be able to realize. Beautiful afternoon? No worry. No, no. I'm in my business now, isn't it? Could I help maybe? I don't know. What's the matter with me? Don't seem to reward. I mean, maybe you feel strange being out of it after all that. No, you know what I wanted to do that. Want to talk about it? How are the girls out in South Pacific? Pretty? I didn't see any. Well, wrongly something. How'd you get enough gas to take a trip like this with an A card? I'm a wounded hero. I get gas. I feel a little guilty riding around, burning up gas like this. If you'd seen all the gas wasted that I've seen, it wouldn't bother you. Mm, that's all. Am I getting it down? Oh, no. I'm sorry. Don't mind me. Do you have a good time at the Hollywood canteen that time? I got stuck in a counter with a radio actress with Orchids. No. I spent most of the evening with a little English sailor. It's not English, got it. Royal Navy, though. Stops with him? About Scotland. You're Stops, aren't you? Remember you got that name? My father and mother were born there. That name? I own it. Yes, of course. I own it the Campbell name. I would do something. Hmm, an island. I remember my father used to tell me about an excursion boat that used to run out to the island in the first of five. Whatever that is. The name of the boat was Iona. There was a comedian on it who had a routine about buying the boat. When I was a little girl, I used to go into his carrots and my father told me how his partner was asking the boat's name and he'd say, "Iona." And a straight man would say, "Well, Tifa, but what's the boat's name?" [laughter] Iona. Sure. The right name of the Campbell's are coming is Byla Iona Rola. What's that mean? I haven't decided by that. Aren't you sorry, Stops? McDonald's. Oh, of course. All I know about Scott's always is going to Lucie's Mass. We're glad to live with the finest Scott's whiskey in town. Tell me a place in Hollywood, you can get it. See? You're feeling better again. Well? I bet you're feeling better again. I'm sorry, I didn't hear what you said. Come on, boy, wake up. Your name is Alan McDonald and you're driving a car along California 150 and we're going to see Santa Enidney. I'm sorry. I was thinking. Thought what? Can you say something about the Campbell's that's coming? So, boy? It's like music. Hi. Oh, what a great sight. Yes. What about great sight? That's in the green, too. Look out, Alan! You're going off the road! The words of the old man come back to me slowly. The old man in the green. The sight of kilts. You? No, fill the bags of blue and green and black. The ancient patterns of the Campbell's. The sound of warpikes ribbons fluttering from the great black groans of the warpikes and the scarily of the chanters about the sabs of the women. The sound of men's voices singing about the whales of the women. The great, the guy, all he goes before he makes the cannons and guns the war. Alan? Alan? I'm all right. What happened? Don't be. You drove right off the road. I did. Look at your beautiful car. Are you hurt? Me? Am I all right? Are you sure? Yeah. You? You all right? Are you all right? I just bumped my head. Let me see. Gee. Look at your car. I smashed all of you. Now what? See, I'm sorry, I don't know. I don't know what happened. You just seem to pass out, kind of. All right. I don't know. She's got out of the hospital so soon now. I guess I missed it. Sit down. There'll be another car alone right away. I better. Yeah. All right. Okay. I'm awful sorry, I don't know. Ain't nothing other. What I do, just... Just back out. Just sat there with your eyes turned up. I don't know if there's anything like it. Sorry. And sing. See? You said you didn't know anything about God's things. Well? Where'd you learn the words to the cambals are coming? You can dream. The black rocks, the tortured black rafts and the high crags above. With a mist drifting on the glen and the waters distending and flowing over the marshy beds where the gillies dig the brown peat from the ground. A place where a man was not meant to exist. A place kind of awful, death haunted, and grisly beyond my words. The very fat blood-sucking horrible. The bringing packed the light of day in the good yellow sunshine. Seeming the very mouth of the blackest hell itself. You shall I wake you. See such a revelation. That's dismal. There's the very gate of death. The voice of the old man. Clean cold, horrible man with a point here. Clean cold, old man, the old fox. McDonald's of clean cold. I'm going to get dark before long, Ellen. Sometimes. Well, what's that? Somebody will be killed. I hope so. You're cold, man. Put on my coat. No, but you're the thick man. I'm not sick. Why are you? I don't know. What happens to me, Ellen? Head feel alright? Of course. Man, my legs are getting stiff. Want to wrap a little ways? Somebody will be alone. If you feel strong enough, I'm alright. Help you up. This is thanks. Which way? Well, we were growing this way. Matter of fact, I think that's proof of proof. This is up the road apiece. Not far. I've never been up here. I have. It should be somebody there anyway. We can sit down, maybe use a phone. Point for me. Come on. Those are no shoes to open a walk in, Ellen. I didn't expect to take a walk in a thing. I'm so sorry. Don't forget it. Let's get out of the room freezing. Come on. Don't say that. Oh, what's the matter? I don't like it. What? Sorry. Thanks. I'm worried about you, Ellen. I'm alright. I know a bit. What? You're a nice guy. What? You're a nice girl, Ellen. Thanks, man. What about that dream? A dream? Like, man. I can't remember. Can? No. Won't. Hello, little girl. I've been psyched by experts. I'm not trying to fight you. Excuse me. Ah. A little sensitive, I guess. Oh, stop it. Oh. Raguettes is head-battered in, you know, all of hats. Is this guy okay for sound? You know. He shouldn't have done back to the studios, or soon after getting out of the hospital. I know. But they need training friends, and I'm the guy who knows how to be the big, fat, technical advisor. Only... Only what? I don't like to have people looking at me wondering if I got all my buttons or not. You can laugh. Ah, you're all right, baby. No, right. I'd go into a trance and drive off the road with my best girl alongside me. What did you say? He said I'd go into a trance, you know. No. Well, the last part of it. So? Well... About the best girl. That part. Yeah, I would. Huh? Could be you and men sat out? You don't think I'm asking my rapper a little? Huh? I sure don't. What do you mean, you? Well, if you don't think so, then I met you. Alan? Yes. Did you have a kiss for your best girl? In the dream, the raw red smell of fresh spilled blood. In the smell of smoke pouring from the burning houses. In the dream, the blackness of early dawn readened with the flames from the burning houses. In the dream, the cries of a dying, and the windows of all the men were chilling. In the dream, the voice of the old one, the long, dead old one. But she...the mackerels went cool. The winter. And the snow deep on the moose. The run came for Edinburgh. Or the mud. But all the clans must sign the pledge of loyalty to William before the winter was spent. And the red came to Glencore after all the others. For they gave it to McDonald's. I hope the mud would be too late. And we could not sign. And the lowlanders would come and take it. Aye, mindy. Aye. Mackeon, Macdonald, Glencore. I braved all the winter snow, and I came to help William. And said I would sign the paper. And they sent me away to the sheriff of Ingurary. And again, through the snow I went. And I set money into the paper. For the sake of all the Macdonalds of Glencore. That they might not profit their lives. And I was content. Or they would live. I'd never be peace among us all. He'll end and he'll end the like. Aye, I'm the lambs, a written piece in the morning again. Aye, dread, the rock of that Glen. The voice of the old man, the chief. The old fox in my dream. And in my dream, the wailing of the pipes. The Macdonald pipes. The lament of what Glen told. [Music] What's that thunder? Oh, what's that? I've never heard thunder in Southern California before. It's quite a storm. It's so dark. Oh, come on, Alan, let's run. I don't want to get caught in it. It is? Andrew, I own it. It's not over you. You've heard John. I don't like it. It's good. It's good, honey. Thunder and lightning always frightened me when I was a kid back east. I guess I never got over here. I could take all of your best girls, Alan. She'll protect you. For that, I thank you. I don't see any lightning, no. Never see lightning in California. You California character. We're all right. You're all right. [Music] What happened to that? She had some place to get inside. We could have stayed in the car. It's too far in the front. Back there. Anyway, it'd be just a little uncomfortable standing on a serial of ditch. Poor car. Poor you. We ought to be getting to that country post office. As you said, last person, wasn't it? It seems to be farther than I thought. Sure you know where you are. I've been up here a million times. [Music] You wrote all of this fantasy? It's not so bad when you're driving. You should ruin my marketing. Why? Keep falling into the rut with these high heels. [Music] Maybe there'll be somebody in Las Cruces, so we can get a cup of coffee or something. Matt, are you cold too? That breeze is fresh. What in the rain's that? You get good in cold then. We stop under a tree and build a fire. Rock tree. Well, you see what you mean? [Laughs] Trees everywhere except where we are. When it rains. Oh. What's the matter? Oh, I'm not used to walking. Want a rest? No, we'd better get along. The rain will hit any minute. Dark. See, maybe it's night coming on. No, it's two o'clock just as we came up the hill at Galata. It's about four now. Ouch. Well, definitely one of those darn ruts. Ruts? I told you, my high heels. I heard you the first time I thought you were kidding. Oh, ruts in a concrete road? Concrete. Where's concrete? Right. Hey. Don't you know where you are? Where did we get off the main road? We must get off it somewhere. This is a wagon road, a dirt road. How do you like that? You and me were lost. Oh, no. Maybe I really fixed you up today, haven't I? Wait. What? Listen. I saw it. Wait. No. I guess not. What is it sound like to you? I thought it was the sound of tape. Assumed with my thumb caught enough of one of these. Well, Alan. He sounded stuff like a real scotch and when he said that. [MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC PLAYING] [MUSIC PLAYING] And the voice of the old leader old Mackerel, the old fox, as he told his dreadful tale of my dream. And I had set my name to the people, as I said to young Mackerel. And all the people that had, I thought, the protection of the town. And we were to be left a dwelling-piece among the crags of duckling lingo. But that I may not hate the Macdonalds and would see us all dead in our graves. And they are the aims that took council among their cells to plot our doom and destruction. For I am a key in the old fox. I harrowed fox the enemies of the Macdonalds by signing their oath. And I'll say to you that I meant to keep it. But all the mitt dogs of enlistment are James and headline. But now William the Dutchman rules, and James played. Thus, there was one barrel-imple in Edinburgh. And when he examined the paper, it seems that the name of Macke and Macdonald of lingo had been expunged for the paper, so that we were still held traitors. But we knew it not. So, when the soldiers of the Duke of Argyle, the regiment came to go. And Campbell of Glenlion leading them, we welcomed them and took them into our hymns. And treated them as honored gifts. Every man of them was at Campbell. And that pipes be forever renewed. At that chant I beat that great argyle. And when the Macdonald pipes got old, it was only the old reels and the scrap space. And the Macdonald paper was never ahead, but the roaring of that Campbell water pipes in the Glen. And that just more black cracks of that Glenlion gave back to us soon. I don't know what it was, but Macdonald's years. - Adam? - Stay close to me darling. - Lighten? - I saw it. Did you see? Great high, dismal black rocks, I saw it on. Great horrible jagged crags and a stream splashing down among them. - I saw it. - Adam, where are we? We're lost. I do hear it. I do hear the pipe. - Adam? Adam? - In the darkness. In the lightning splashed darkness in the rain in the mist. Many things have revealed. They cut it off with the Macdonalds, the sobbing sorterful music from the blackened crags. All is not clear to me. The green returns to me. And it is the morning of the February day, two and a half centuries ago in a day left Vancouver. And I see the surges of the campers and the gray of the early dawn as they grew up. There's several ways to the homes where they've been honored guests. And the glint of little lights in the naked play more blades for the Macdonalds. The child laughs and calls to the companion of yesterday. The claymore slashes down at him and the massacre is begun. The campers are everywhere, slashing, burning, shooting down the helpless ones who yesterday got them welcome at their fire sites. Put all to the sword that none may escape the secret order said to them. And the campers did rather point me. And this is the dream I could not remember. Saved for the old man, the old fox, propelled in the last of them all. Beside his heart that morning in Glencore. In my dream, I heard his dying words cursed be all. And the claymore of the campers struck him far between the eyes. And a long man. But still in the dream is most remarkable. You got a Macdonald. You never forget him. Never forget that the Macdonalds are Glencore. Shall do revenge against the camels. Never shall one of them name a camel enter the dark. The blood-haunted veil of Glencore. Never, never, never. And when you hear the corona to the Macdonalds... Don't cry, darling. I'm afraid, darling. It'll be alright. Listen to the pipes again. No. Don't you hear it? Hi. I hear it. I don't know. There's somebody coming. No. Yes. See him? See him in the lightning flash? Hey. It's the man with the bagpipe. Wait, I don't know. Hey. Well, it's got him at least. Come on. Let's go talk to him. Maybe he... Wait for me. Hey, friend. Watch your step, I don't know. He scares me. After where we are and let's get out of here. Excuse me, sir. Would you mind telling us where we are? I smashed my car and we... I guess we got lost. You didn't know where you are, then, Macdonalds? Why? How did you? I heard that I have had my voice. I am Mackey and Macdonalds. Am I dreaming? Well, come him, Macdonalds. You're in the ville of Blinkle. Can quarken him, you and yet a lady? I won't. Wait, I won't. I own it. I am I own the Campbell. On a February morning in 1694, the Campbells marched away from them, coal, and envelope. And that Macdonald was left heading. On a February day, two hundred and fifty years after, they found me sitting beside the body of I own a Campbell under a sick and more tree, two miles from Las Cruces. There is no place in all that mountain region that remotely resembles the ville of Blinkle, where no Campbell may enter and live. Goodbye. ♪ The title of the Quiet Peace story is the ville of Glenn Coe. It was written and directed by Willis Cooper. And the man who spoke to you, Ernest Chapel. And Jay Pottomale was Mackey and Macdonalds. Helen Chope played I own it. Music acquired, please, as usual, is by albapurum. And the pipe music was by pipe major James Beecher. Now, for a word about next week, I write a director with a school group. 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