I Know Where I'm Going!

When Joan was only one year old, she knew where she was going.

Going right? Left? No, straight on.

When she was five, she was writing,

"Dear Father Christmas, I don't want a doll,

"and I don't want a big red ball.

"What I want is a pair of silk stockings.

And I mean silk, not artificial. "

She was 12 before she got her first pair of silk stockings,

and they were artificial.

See? All the other giris are waiting to catch the bus.

And waiting. Look at her.

Here she comes, straight for the milk van.

Is she going to get a lift? She is.

At 18, she's a working girl, and she still knows what she wants.

A boy wants to take her to the movies...

twice a week, if she'll let him.

She would rather have a dinner at the best hotel in town,

even if he can only take her once a month.

There she is, that tall, skinny girl.

Will he take her? He will.

She's 25 now, and in one thing she's never changed.

She still knows where she's going.

Good evening, Miss Webster.

Good evening, Leon.

Hello, darling.

I got your telegram. I thought you were spending your holiday at home.

Oh, I'm sorry, but you see me every weekend.

- Did you bring my money? - Yes. Here you are.

Forty seven pounds, ten and nine.

Would you sign the receipt and count the money?

- You don't mind my taking it all out, do you? - It's your own money.

As your bank manager, I'd prefer you to leave the account open.

As your father, I... Nothing for me, thank you.

Oh, but you must have something tonight. He'll have a sherry.

And the usual for you, Miss Webster?

- Bring him a gin and Dubonnet. - You have no consideration at all for my position.

Oh, darling, be reasonable. Just think of all these giris here.

They've all got fathers who have positions.

Not everybody's father is a bank manager.

Thank you, miss.

Darling...

please stop being a bank manager for once.

Just be my father for tonight.

Now look here, Joan, I've come all the way here from Eccleshall,

and you know I don't like being seen in expensive places.

- You know what my clients will say... - Daddy, I'm going to be married.

What?

- Your table, Miss Webster. - Thank you, Fred.

Let's go in, darling. Bring your drink.

Diamond, huh? Who is he?

Excuse me.

That's a works pass of the CCI.

You can't marry Consolidated Chemical Industries.

Can't I?

No other name on this except your own and...

- You can't mean... - Just what I do mean.

Robert Bellinger's one of the wealthiest men in England.

Anything wrong with the soup, Miss Webster?

Oh, we were talking. It's cold now. Will you take it away?

Certainly.

- Excuse me. - Now here, Joan, stop acting.

You're not Lady Bellinger yet.

Anyway, you'll come with me to the station.

- Tonight? - I'm picking up the Scotch Express there.

- Going to Glasgow? - Further. The Western Isles.

- Have you got your ticket? - It's all arranged. Everything's arranged.

- I'm going to an Island called Kiloran. - Where is it?

In the Hebrides. It takes a day and a night to get there.

It's his island. We're going to be married there, away from people.

- Have you ever been there? - Often.

- What? - In my dreams. He's told me all about it.

There's an old house, and the war's a million miles away.

There are famous sands and sheep and birds and Atlantic seals.

Bellinger must be nearly as old as I am.

And what's wrong with you, darling?

- Come on, Daddy, let's dance. - No, no, Joan.

Oh, come on, Daddy. You can dance.

You taught me to dance.

- Good evening, Hunter. - Good evening.

Follow me. Excuse me.

- I hope you will be comfortable, miss. - Thanks, Mr. Hunter.

- I managed to prevent them from putting you over the wheel. - It's lovely, Hunter.

- See you in the morning, Miss Webster. - Yes, please.

We get in at 6:30. I'll call you half an hour before, all right?

- Yes, thank you. - Very good, Miss Webster. Thanks, Mr. Hunter.

- It was very clever of you to get a sleeper, Hunter. - Sir Robert's orders.

- Not so easy these days, all the same. - We have our methods, sir.

- This is my father. - How do you do, sir?

Here is an itinerary that I had prepared at Sir Robert's desire.

Would you study it? When you arrive at Glasgow, you change to Buchanan St. Station.

Mr. MacAllister, director of the Bellinger Metal Works,

will meet you on your arrival at the central.

- You arrive at Oban at 11:30. - Just leaving, sir.

Oh, I must be off. Excuse me.

- Good-bye. - Good-bye, Hunter.

Good-bye, Daddy, darling. Send me a wire.

I'll be back in a week. Hunter will give you the address.

- Good-bye, darling. God bless you. - Good-bye, Hunter.

- Good-bye, miss. My very best wishes. - Don't forget to write.

Darling, don't worry about me. I know where I'm going!

# I know where I'm going #

# And I know who's going with me #

# I know who I love #

# But the day knows who I'll marry #

Itinerary of Miss Webster's journey...

from Manchester to Isle of Kiloran, Scotland.

Manchester... departure at 1:10 a.m. From Platform I.

# Some say he's black #

- # But I say he's bonny # - 12:27 a.m.

# The fairest of them all #

# My handsome, winsomeJohnny #

Go to ship Lochinvar, 1:15 p.m.

Sail for the western...

# I know where I'm going #

# And I know who's going with me #

# I know who I love #

# But the day knows who I'll marry #

You can't marry Consolidated Chemical Industries.

Can't I?

Do you, Joan Webster, take Consolidated Chemical Industries...

to be your lawful wedded husband?

I do.

And do you, Consolidated Chemical Industries,

take Joan Webster to be your lawful wedded wife?

Good evening, Lady Bellinger.

Everything's arranged. Everything's arranged.

Charged to your account tomorrow, of course.

We'll send it, madam. We'll send it, madam.

- Five hundred guineas. Five hundred guineas. - Thank you, madam.

Lady Bellinger's car!

# You take the high road and I'll take the low road #

# And I'll be in Scotland before thee #

Next station, Gretna Green. You're over the border now.

- Glasgow Central! - Oh! Yes?

There's a gentleman to meet you. The station master's with him.

- Miss Webster? - Yes.

- I'm MacAllister. - How do you do?

- This is Mr. Finney. - How do you do?

- It's a grand day. - It is.

You'll need all your time to get to Buchanan Street.

Here.

Miss Webster? I'm David MacBraynes's agent.

It's a fine day.

- Miss Webster. - How do you do, Captain?

Yes, yes. I had a letter about you from Mr. Lee. It is your first visit?

- Yes, it is. - 'Tis a sublime day.

- Miss Webster? - Yes?

Be getting in quickly, Uncle Bridie.

It's a pity about the day.

An hour ago, it was very pretty.

Ah, but it never stays fine for long in the isles.

You'll soon get used to it. Are you for Kiloran, Miss Webster?

- Yes. Is it far to Port Erraig? - Quite a step if you walk.

Only 40 minutes if you have a car,

and you have a car.

Port Erraig is down yonder behind the trees.

That is Moy Castle, the ancient home of the MacLaines of Erraig.

- Where do they live now? - Down there in Erraig House.

Ah, but they'll all be dead now or in New Zealand.

There will only be Catriona MacLaine.

Is anyone allowed in the castle?

Oh, yes, anyone can go in, except the lairds of Kiloran. There's a curse on them.

- What sort of curse? - If they should ever set foot across the threshold,

man, they say it's a terrible strong curse.

Hear ye!

- I'd better go down. - Will I take them for you?

- Oh, no, I can manage. - I'd better wait a wee while.

Ruairidh Mhor may not be willing to cross over to Kiloran in this weather.

Oh, no, my fiance is coming over to fetch me.

Oh, so the rich gentleman in spectacles is your fiance?

Yes.

- "Well, well, a thousand blessings on you both." - Thank you.

But in a fog like the one that's coming up,

your fiance won't see any better with six pairs of spectacles than with one.

Good-bye.

- Good evening. - Good evening.

Oh, bad luck. No crossing today.

- But isn't that the boat from Kiloran? - No.

And if she was, it is not today she'd be getting back, milady.

That's the ferry boat. Pity you didn't keep lain's car. That's why I was shouting.

But we didn't understand. Why should I keep it, anyway?

To go back to Tobermory and spend the night in a comfortable bed.

- But I intend to spend the night on Kiloran. - Oh.

Would you like to wait up at the house? I know the people.

Thank you. But it's been arranged for the boat to meet me here,

and I'd better be here to meet it.

Good. It's the big house up the bray.

Is that Gaelic you're talking?

Yes, milady. What would it be but the Gaelic?

- - What's that noise?

- That would be the seals' signal, miss. - The seals?

Yes, yes. They like the warm, foggy weather.

If my boat doesn't come, will you take me?

No, I will not, milady.

Port Erraig, 5:15 p.m.

The boat from Kiloran will meet Miss Webster...

Good evening. I'm looking for the house.

You'll see a wee gate up the bray.

Thank you.

Hello?