The Ewan Stewart Resource
Charlie: So where do you fit into all this?
Magnus: I'm a stalker.
Charlie: [laughs] I might have guessed.
Magnus: I look after the deer on the estate.
Charlie: Oh, sorry, I thought you were, uh...
Ruaridh: Strictly speaking, Magnus isn't part of our community, but we would like him to be.
Magnus: Your little freak show?
Ruaridh: [laughs] Enjoy your whiskey, Magnus.
Charlie: So you're just a normal person, then?
Magnus: Ah, well, compared to this lot...
Vincente: So you're a hunter guy, right?
Magnus: Aye, you could say that.
Vincente: Vincente. This is, uh, something I've always wanted to do, to hunt.
Magnus: Why don't you come out with me tomorrow?
Vincente: What?
Magnus: Aye, both of you.
Charlie: Oh, no, we've got to be heading off first thing.
Vincente: For real?
Magnus: Sure.
Vincente: Oh, man, that'd be amazing, yeh, I would love that...
Magnus: Have you used a rifle before?
Vincente: Well, no, not—not really... recently.
Magnus: You'll be a bit rusty, then, eh?
Moirag: That's a bit like you, isn't it, Magnus? Says he hasn't shot anything for years—
Magnus: Shut up, ya wee hoor!
Moirag: He's lost his nerve, he can't do it anymore!
Magnus: SHUT UP, YA WEE HOOR!
Claire: Now, now, come on, don't start!
Magnus: She started it!
Claire: Moirag, I think you owe Magnus an apology.
Magnus: Ah, forget it.
Magnus: [opening the door to his trailer] Welcome to my kingdom.
Magnus: It's nice to have some company around the hill. None of that lot wants to get involved—too busy with their mumbo-jumbo.
Charlie: You had a fire?
Magnus: Not here, in the old place. Few years back. Managed to save a few things, but... the smell stays with you.
Vincente: Who's this? [reaching up for a picture of Flora]
Magnus: [jumping up] Don't touch that! [takes picture down and looks at it] It's my daughter, Flora.