All language subtitles for Monarch Of The Glen s04e06.

The best time
of the day, laddie.

You miss him,
don't you?

Yeah.

I can't believe
he's gone myself.

Well, we're going to
have to face up to it...

starting today.

I'm going to advertise
for a replacement.

It's not been
that long since he went.

- It's been long enough.
- You could get in touch with his daughter again,

- see if she's heard anything yet.
- no, my mind's made up.

We can't run this place
if we're short-staffed.

Come on,
let's go back to bed.

That's it then?
No more Golly at Glenbogle?

It was his decision, Lex.
He was the one who left.

( theme music playing )

Are you sure this is the right
time to be taking on someone new?

We can't exactly offer them
job security, can we?

We can't afford
to think like that.

If we're going to have
any chance at all

we need to be
properly staffed.

I'm going
to write out the ad,

but you'll have
to send them a check.

Fine, just put it on top
of my to-do pile.

You've got a to-do pile?

- That's very organized.
- Don't sound so surprised.

That's why you put me
in charge of accounts.

Mmm, one of my better
decisions, I think.

You know,
today might be a good time

to have a look
at the books.

- Morning.
- Morning.

Fresh baked bread-

Golly's favorite.

He wouldn't eat
anything else.

Yeah, he thought it was the
best thing since... sliced bread.

Pass me that flour,
will you?

Thanks.

The real trick
is in the kneading.

You've really got
to go for it.

You know, work the dough
through with your hands.

You want to try?

Don't just
tickle it, Duncan.

( groaning )

Feels good,
doesn't it?

( crashes, Irene laughing )

Oh!

Hi, h-hi, hello.

There it is.

Duncan, dear, when you
finish with the stepladder

- bring it into the hall for me, would you?
- Aye, right.

Okay, Molly.

Oh, Irene, I know you don't
like having things sprung on you

at the last minute, so I thought
I'd give you a bit of warning.

We've got a visitor tomorrow-
an art dealer from Glasgow.

- Great.
- Right.

Fine. well, I thought you'd
like to make a nice lunch.

Brilliant idea.
Anything else?

No, nothing at all.

I'm going to rearrange

the paintings in the hall
I think.

Want him to see the place
in the best possible light.

Another brilliant idea.

Yes.
Well, I'll...

leave you
to your baking.

Duncan, if you are going
to give Irene a helping hand,

you really ought
to be more careful.

Right. Got it.
Thanks, Molly.

( both sigh )

I thought she was onto us
there for a moment.

- Problem?
- No, no.

You've obviously got
some sort of system here.

- Correct. and?
- Nothing, nothing.

I've got every
confidence in you.

Glad to hear it. Is that
a copy of the ad you want?

- Yep.
- Fine, just leave it with me.

Okay,
have a nice day.

Listen, since I'm here I might
as well have a look at the books.

Ahh
- no offense, Arch, but you wouldn't have

a scoobie what's going on
here. I'll do you a printout,

a breakdown, so you'll
know where we stand.

- Great.
- Okay, then.

I'll leave you to it.

Probably the best bet.
It is my job after all.

Now, come on.
You have to get ready

for the school party
and I'll crack on here.

( groans )

Not avoiding me,
are you, Irene?

Me?
No, no.

In fact, I've got
something for you.

'Cause I thought
you might be embarrassed-

not that
you should be.

I think it's marvelous.
An inspiration, in fact.

You left this behind
at breakfast.

"The annual gathering
of the highland society

for the appreciation
of modern culture. "

- Sounds like a good party.
- Oh, not just any party.

In the '60s, we'd have
called it a happening.

As much as I miss
my darling Hector,

it'll be nice to stay longer
than five minutes for a change.

- Well, you have a good time.
- Yes, I suppose I shall.

In fact, I might find
a toy boy of my own.

Boys and girls, we want you
have a good time here today,

but we also want you
to be safe.

So you need
to stay in your groups

follow the signs
and always,

always stick
to the trails, okay?

Now, have you all got
your booklets?

( laughing )

Boy:
Got you on the head.

If you do get into
any difficulties,

speak into this and someone
will come and give you a hand.

( sizzling )

Something smells good.

French onion soup.

Much as we all miss Golly,

it is nice to be able
to cook something

that didn't have to be
caught or shot on the estate.

Duncan, Golly's not dead.
We're not being disloyal

to his memory if we have
a little joke now and then.

- I know.
- Okay then.

Anyway, aren't there some advantages to
having one less person hanging around?

Privacy for starters.

Privacy, aye.

Privacy's
a good thing, Duncan.

- ( whistling )
- why are you whistling?

Whistling, me?
Just happy.

Keep spreading
that sunshine.

( whistling )

Irene, I'm going to need
this month's catering receipts.

No problem.
I'll dig them out.

Where do you
keep the coffee?

- I'm going to need something to get me through today.
- I'll make it.

By the way, I'd appreciate
you letting me know

next time you decide to
give me a helping hand.

- What are you on about?
- Toilet rolls.

There's about a dozen
missing from the storeroom.

Believe you me, toilet rolls are
the least of my worries right now.

Well, somebody's
taken them.

"Gas, electricity.

Water rates,

Grace"?

Who's Grace?

Don't worry
about me, dear,

I shall be out
of your hair in a moment.

- Cooking the books, are we?
- Now there's a thought.

Things aren't as bad
as that, surely.

I'd set aside a week
at the end of the month

so I could get everything
sorted, and then...

then I find this-
tax return.

Due tomorrow "or penalties
and interest may be incurred. "

You have to keep track
of every penny

or they come down on you
like a ton of bricks.

I was hopeless
at doing the accounts.

You're probably still
suffering from my mistakes.

I think I'm making
enough of my own.

What am I going
to tell Archie?

At least it's only
for the last 12 months.

You don't have to go
in the vault for anything.

Aye, thank the lord
for small mir-

what vault?

( door opens )

Molly: It's not as
bad as it looks, dear.

There is actually
a system in place.

Post-war, pre-war.

Was it the other way around?
Anyway, it's all ancient history.

Oh, you reckon?
When I cock up this tax return,

we are going to get audited.
They're going to come here,

they're going to find something
undeclared in this mess.

And then we'll get fined or our assets
will be seized and it will all be my fault.

Why don't you let me help you? Here.

Oh, no!
Molly, please don't!

Just leave it.

( sighs )

Oh, look, there's checkbooks
here and everything.

Molly, just let me
do this, eh?

I understand.
You want it done properly.

"Grace"?

- That should do it.
- Thanks.

Arch,
when you were a kid,

was there someone here
called Grace?

Not that I remember,
no. why?

Oh, no-
no reason.

I just found a name
on some old pay slips-

Archie!

You've got ink all over
your hands, be careful.

Lex, I know I'm being
a pain but it has been

months since we opened the
center and I'd like to get

some sort of idea
of how we're doing.

Duncan:
Come in, Archie. over.

Hello, Duncan.

Hello, Duncan,
over.

There's a wee boy gone missing
from the school party. over.

- I'll meet you in the drive.
- You'll find him, don't worry.

That's easier
said than done.

You're supposed to say
"over and out. "

Over and out.

Just pretend you're
stalking the wee fella.

Think what Golly would do
and just do that.

I just wish
he were still here.

So do I.

Excuse me-

can't stop now. There'll be
someone in the house to help you.

Go, Dunc!

Hello?

Anybody home?

Butlers, footmen,
serfs, anyone?

Molly: These things are
heavier than I thought.

Oh, would you
be a dear?

Uh, thank you
so much.

I was thinking
of having it there.

But it is so difficult to
visualize in the mind's eye.

- Would you?
- ( sighs )

Umm... no.

I shan't
keep you long.

I know you've got
to get back to your children.

Children?
I haven't got any children.

Mrs. MacDonald,
my name's-

- ( stream running )
- Stevie?!

Stevie,
are you there?

It's no use. Let's try
going deeper into the woods.

- We're always looking for something in life, aren't we?
- Yep.

And then we find it
in the last place we expected.

- Don't you think searching the woods is a good idea?
- What? of course.

No, I wasn't talking
about that specifically.

- Right.
- No, I mean, in general-

like say for example
you and Lex.

You didn't know
you were looking,

and then you found
each other.

- Duncan, is there something on your mind?
- No? I mean, no.

Good, let's just concentrate
on the search, shall we?

- Yes, sorry.
- Look, it's not you that I'm mad at.

It is this
whole situation.

How can we run this place if
we're not properly staffed?

The sooner we find a replacement
for Golly, the better.

Golly:
Don't eat that!

I'm sorry- I'm sorry.

I'm not going to hurt you.

I wouldn't hurt you
for the world, son.

Okay? it's just that those-
those berries are bad for you.

Give you a sore tummy.

We don't want that,
do we?

You've lost your pals,
have you?

Well, come on then.

We'll go and find them.
Just over there.

That's a boy.
Oh, and listen- listen,

if your teacher gives you a telling
off, don't say you were lost,

all right? Just say you
were away for a wee explore.

Okay? come on.

My name's Golly, by the way.
What's yours?

- Stevie.
- Stevie.

I see the caffeine's
kicked in then.

I wasn't planning on serving
chicken for lunch, actually,

- I've made soup.
- Soup- that's a great idea.

You know,
I have my moments.

Here, put some
in the flask for me.

Flask?
What for?

To keep it warm.

I suppose it's a nice enough
day for a picnic.

- I'm not going on a picnic.
- Then what are you doing?

Oh, well,
Archie and Duncan-

you know they've
not had any lunch today.

So how can you form
an effective search party

on an empty stomach, eh?

You never know how long
they're gonna be out there for.

Too much information,
Lexie- really.

- You poor dear. Are you
still here? - Yeah, just-

- I'd forgotten all about you.
- You're here now, so-

why don't you run along
and join your class?

My class?
What's that supposed to mean?

Aren't you a teacher with one
of Archie's school trips?

No, Mrs. MacDonald, my name's
Martin Carter. We spoke on the phone.

Oh, no! but you're
a day early.

- I thought we said the 23rd.
- We did.

Oh! oh, dear. And here I am
rearranging all the paintings to try

and make a good impression. You must
think I'm an absolute nincompoop.

Not at all. It's just
what I was expecting.

- Thank you. Lexie, this is-
- can't stop, sorry.

Although it's fair to say
I was not expecting that.

Great, Mrs. MacDonald!

Since we both
know the score now,

why don't you show me
what you've got to offer?

All right now, remember,
look after yourself.

Okay?
Away you go.

I hope they're not
all like this.

I can shift most bits of
so-called heritage, but-

that's not for sale,
anyway.

I see, well...

maybe you can show me
the ones that are up for sale.

It might save us
a wee bit of time, eh?

There was one on the staircase,
might have some potential.

I thought you might
appreciate that one.

That's why I brought it
down from the back landing.

That's not for sale, either. Those
paintings belong to the house.

But you've spent the morning working
out the best way to display them.

Why do that if not to-
ply your wares.

We spoke on the phone
about you selling art to me.

Of course,

and here we are.

Ta-da!

All my own work.

Hello?!

Can you hear me?

I know that you're out there,
you old numpty.

Look, you can't
keep doing this-

living like a hermit,
all on your own.

There's people at the house
that miss you-

care about you.

Just get yourself
home, man.

Just...

get yourself home.

Duncan:
Archie! Archie!

Wait till
you hear this.

Wee Stevie,
he said he was rescued

by the old man
of the woods.

- Really?
- Kids, eh?

It's amazing what they'll come
up with to get out of trouble.

I don't think the old man
of the woods is made up.

I think he's about
as real as you and me.

I see you haven't
lost you appetite then.

I suppose you're going
to turn me in.

What else can I do?

You could let me be-

though that's more than some
folk round here can manage.

You're asking
a lot of me.

I said I just wanted to be
left alone, lass, that's all.

Been for a spin,
have you?

Yeah, just had
to clear my head.

I saw you.
I know what you were doing.

- Were you spying on me?
- You're in cahoots with Golly.

- What?
- "Too early to get someone new in. "

"Why don't you try his daughter
again?" What are you playing?

I didn't know then. I just worked
it out myself about an hour ago.

- That's when I went to see him.
- You were planning on telling me?

Yeah- well,
no, not exactly.

- Marvelous.
- I wanted to give Golly

a chance to come back
of his own accord.

Didn't want someone
bullying him into it.

Is that what you
think I am, a bully?

Look! company.

- I'm dreadfully sorry.
- So am I, Mrs. MacDonald.

Sorry I've driven from Glasgow
to look at some doodlings.

- They were that bad?
- Where did you learn about art, "paint along with Nancy"?

Excuse me. Who are
you and what gives you

the right to speak
to my mother like that?

It's all right, dear.
He's only being honest.

Martin Carter. I tried to
introduce myself this morning

but you left in a hurry. You
probably had a stag to shoot.

It's lovely to meet you,
your lairdship, but I'm away.

You're an art dealer? Are you
interested in some of our paintings?

I was. I came here this
morning with money to spend but-

- we don't need your money.
- Let's not be too hasty now.

We have got
a business to run.

We have to maximize
our strengths.

- Even if that means dealing with this...?
- This what?

Let's simmer down,
shall we, boys?

Why don't I
take Mr. Carter

into the kitchen and
give him a spot of lunch?

Then we can maybe
talk some business.

Lunch, great.
Why don't you sell

some of the family silver
while you're at it?

( groans )

- Crisis over?
- Uh-huh.

In fact, I don't have any more
school parties this afternoon,

which means I've got
some time on my hands.

You must miss the city
living out here, eh?

The bars,
the restaurants, clubs?

Clubs?
( laughs )

I can't remember
the last time I went dancing.

Not counting ceilidhs.

Ceilidhs?

I had you down as deep house,
not country house.

Used to be.

I used to go to the tunnel,
the Sub Club, the art school.

- I used to go every Friday.
- Did you? probably there on the same night.

No, I think I would
have remembered you.

You don't go back to Glasgow
much then, eh? That's a pity.

No, I'm very happy here.

Come on, you don't really
buy any of this, do you?

Tradition, heritage,
it's so phony.

That's a bit cynical,
isn't it?

Coming from someone who
buys and sells the stuff.

And doing quite well
out of it

judging by the sharp suit
and the flashy car.

I bought them on my own from
a business I set up myself.

I didn't get everything
handed to me on a plate

because of the public school
I went to and who my father was.

It's not like that here.
We all work very hard.

Don't get me wrong, Lexie, I can see
it's all worked out very nicely for you.

You're obviously
onto a good thing.

You married
the laird himself.

I don't like
what you're implying.

I was working at Glenbogle a long
time before I even met Archie.

No offense.

I suppose if you were
only interested in money,

you wouldn't be wasting
your time here.

- I know these big old houses cost a packet to keep going.
- We do okay.

But not okay enough to let
your hubby show me the door, eh?

Why don't you go and have
a wee look around the house?

See if anything
takes your fancy.

- Paintings, I mean.
- are you sure?

The laird didn't seem
keen on selling.

Just you leave
the laird to me.

( sighs )

- Hello there, big man.
- Molly: oh, hello again.

Don't let me disturb you.
I'm just putting these away.

Mrs. MacDonald,
I owe you an apology.

I was very short this morning.
It was a misunderstanding.

But, of course. It was
foolish of me to think

that these might
be worth something.

I'd sold a few
to visitors and I suppose

it gave me delusions
of grandeur.

How much? What sort of price
tag are we talking about?

I think �50 was
my best effort.

50? you're practically
giving them away.

- ( laughs )
- the thing about art-

you've got to find
the right market.

Take this fella for instance.
It's not my cup of tea at all,

give me a pickled
sheep's carcass any day,

but I should be able
to shift him for you.

Lots of ancestry addicts in the
States and Canada ready to snap him up.

Maybe this trip wasn't a
complete waste of time after all.

I just don't want to sell what's left
of our heritage to somebody like that.

Like what, Glaswegian? Working
class? does that remind you of anyone?

That's not what I mean and you know it.
The guy's obviously out to make a killing

and can smell someone desperate
to sell. Are we desperate, Lex?

Then let me take a look at the books
- things might not be as bad as all that.

- No. it's my job-
- ( knocking )

Not interrupting
anything, am I?

I'm thinking about making
an offer for this.

Oh! any sale would be a
wrench, especially for Archie.

That's old Cuthbert,
wasn't he in the vault?

Molly's been moving
stuff around.

It's interesting
- but the folk that buy this stuff

only care about one thing-
authenticity.

We'll need to find
the documents of provenance.

If I can prove
it was painted

on the bonnie, bonnie banks
of some loch or other

it's going to up the value-
to the buyer,

the dealer and the vendor.

Archie: What if we want to
have it valued independently?

Lexie: Darling, weren't
you going to track down

that old friend of ours?
Remember?

Fine.

I won't be long.

And we'll talk
as soon as I get back.

Fine.

Duncan: I just can'
get you out of my mind...

... was more
than a dear

to think about.
( humming )

- You're in a good mood.
- Yeah, I guess I am, really.

Irene give you a bit of a
treat for lunch, did she?

Well, you know...

favoritism- shocking.

So where are we
off to, Arch?

We are going
to track down

the wild man
of the woods.

Golly, we're bringing
Golly home.

This Grace, she couldn't own a
business or something, could she?

Somewhere Hector used
to shop, maybe?

No, there was no
invoices or anything.

And these checkbooks were
just tucked away- hidden.

But I need to find out
who she is-

as far as I can see, the money is still
coming out of the business account.

That's not going to look
very good to the tax man.

You think Hector was claiming
his mistress as an expense?

Until I find another
explanation, yeah.

Classy.

Poor Molly.

Mrs. MacDonald found
what we're after.

I'm glad to have made
myself useful for once.

Don't talk about yourself like that.
come on, we've got a party to get you to.

Actually, I was thinking
I might stay at home tonight.

Then think again. It's glad
rags time. Come on, let's go!

Goodbye, Cuthbert. You're old
and unwanted but I shall miss you.

Touching stuff, but I hope
you're not going to pull

any romantic attachment
to the past rubbish

to bump the price up.

It's not rubbish
though, is it?

People do get
attached to the past

because they think it's
something they can count on,

something that can't change.
But it can.

I'm not with you.

Look, I need more time to think
before I give anything away.

You'd be selling
not giving.

I'm not going to be rushed
into making a decision.

Okay. it so happens
I'm around for one more day.

I'll come back tomorrow. You can
decide if you're ready to take my money.

You're so kind,
Irene.

You deserve to go out and
have a good time, that's all.

All those bright young things.
I'm not sure about this.

I've already been made to feel
quite foolish enough by Mr. Carter.

- Oh, but-
- I'm serious.

It was my dream to see
my paintings in an exhibition,

not to make
an exhibition of myself.

At least when Hector was alive,
someone else provided the floor show.

Forget about Hector!

Look, what I mean is, you've got
so much to offer in your own right.

Okay, so you might feel
a bit out of place at this do,

but we can soon
put that right.

Duncan: What's he playing at? Honestly?

Search me.

A man of his age.
I wish he'd make his mind up.

"I'm quitting Glenbogle.
I'm not quitting Glenbogle. "

I mean, what's it
going to be, Golly?

I should have known
he'd never leave this place.

This is it. This is
where she left the hamper.

If we're going to find him
this is a good place to start.

Aye, if-
if-?

We will find him.

No matter what,

we're going to find him.

Do you smell anything?

Aye, it's grass.

Do you think
he took the food?

It's hard to say, Duncan.
It could have been any one

- of the people who live wild on the estate.
- You mean there's more?

Nobody ever
tells me anything.

Oh, I'm not sure
about this.

I am. You shall go to
the ball, Cinderella,

and you shall
knock 'em dead, okay?

Good.

You're at this very hip
and trendy soiree.

Hip, trendy,
cool, gotcha.

- ( laughs )
- Good.

A gentleman
approaches you.

"Good evening. "

"How do you do?"

"I was just wondering,
could I get you a drink?"

"Oh, that's very kind.

How about a dry sherry?"

Molly...

"how do you do?" Was bad
enough, but dry sherry-

you can do better than that.
Loosen up a little. Be yourself.

Well, what should
I have asked for?

I think there are
two ways to go on this.

The sophisticated
classics

- like a cosmopolitan or a manhattan.
- And the other way?

Something a bit
more daring.

Tequila!

( sighs )
Okay, Grace,

I know you're
in here somewhere.

We're wasting our time.
He could be anywhere.

So are we just going
to head home then?

No, no, no, we're
going to find the old-

look, you know when
he takes us stalking,

what is it
that he always says?

"Whiskey and shotguns
do not mix. "

Yeah, yeah,
but I was thinking more-

the one about how
"the land is a book

and we've got to learn
how to read it. "

Yeah, yeah. That was one
of his favorites, actually.

So that is what we're
going to have to do.

Look for
the slightest clue.

Something that's
not quite right.

A broken twig,

a thread of cotton
on a branch-

sort of thing
that only somebody

really in tune
with nature would notice.

Hmm.

I've been into art
for years. yeah?

Modern stuff mainly.

- I've been a fan since Warhol actually.
- Oh, he was "the man. "

Although one could say
his greatest work of art

was his own persona.

( chuckles ) What, have I
gone to the square again?

No, that was really cool.
Just wasn't ready for it.

So I really am
kicking donkey.

- You go, girl.
- Go where?

Anywhere you want,
Molly.

- Mmm.
- Mmm!

- Ahh.
- Perhaps I shouldn't go alone.

What about another?

So do you think he'll
be pleased to see us?

I don't think he'll be
rolling out the red carpet, no.

Well, maybe we should
just leave him alone.

No, no way.

We're not going anywhere
without talking to him.

Having a row
you mean?

Whatever it takes
to make him see sense.

That usually
adds up to a row

between you two
these days.

No offense, Arch, it wouldn't
exactly be the first barney

you and Golly
have had, would it?

You'll be there to keep
the peace, won't you?

Ah, well you see,
that's just it.

I'm not exactly Golly's
favorite person at the moment.

I don't know what he's
going to say when he sees me.

We're about to find out. Come on.

Maybe we should
just wait here.

Golly: You've come this far,
you might as well come in.

- Right. ready to circulate?
- No.

Good,
that's the spirit.

Come on, let's see if we
can spot a friendly face.

It's nice here, Golly.

Hasn't he made a nice
wee house for himself, Archie?

Oh, yeah, I'm sure "Country
Life" will be along any minute.

"Caves are the new cottages"
or something.

I'm sorry, I didn't come
here to make fun of you.

I came to bring
you home.

It's good to be here,
seeing work like this.

I've spent the last eight hours surrounded
by stuffed animals and dead ancestors.

I imagine anyone might find that
kind of atmosphere oppressive.

But since your tastes
run to the modern,

what do you think
of this?

I like it,
I have to say.

It has a still quality to it.
A coldness almost.

Reminds me
of early Hockney.

Really? I remember him
saying to me at a do,

not unlike this one,
that it saddened him

that people never found
the warmth in his work.

You went to a party
with David Hockney?

I actually went with David Bailey
but he happened to be there.

I think the party was given by
Mick Jagger and Marianne Faithful.

Could I get you
a glass of champagne?

Why not?

- We're going.
- What?

First rule of call, Molly,
always leave them wanting more.

It is Irene, isn't it?
I thought so.

Camilla Doyle? I designed the
menus for the hotel in Edinburgh.

Yes, of course,
I remember you.

I'm ashamed I haven't
had time to pop in yet.

I've been working in London.
How's it all going?

- Oh, great, you know. Busy,
busy, busy. - Fab. and how's-

I'd love to stay and chat,
but you know how it is. bye.

I'd like to see either of you
two make it on your own out here.

I admit it,
I'm impressed.

You've been living off the
land, fishing in the loch.

It's all real
back-to-nature stuff.

I though you weren't
here to make fun.

I'm not. I'm trying
to make you see sense.

You mean see things the way
you do. That's different.

If you're not happy with your work at
the wildlife center, we can talk about it.

- Wildlife center.
- We can't all live in the stone age.

It may come as a shock and
surprise to you, Archie,

but I have nothing against
moving with the times.

And everything I'm doing is to
secure a future for Glenbogle.

As long as you don't
forget the past!

If Glenbogle is
worth anything

it's because of what
the past made it.

It made it the place it is
and us the people we are.

That's one reason I want you to come home
- you've lived here all your life.

- Thought I'd never leave.
- And you don't have to.

Time to move on, Archie.

Why?

I don't understand-

because I don't want to end up a blind
old man getting in everyone's way.

We can work something out.

Even in this light I know
a look of pity when I see one.

Oh, Lexie, dear,
are you still doing this?

( sighs )
No, no.

I'm finished in here.

Molly, I need
to ask you a question.

Could-

I don't want
to upset you, but-

there's nowhere else
Archie's dad

might have kept
- you know, sensitive stuff?

Well, the only place
I can think of

- is Hector's private safe.
- Hector's what?

- D-do you know the
combination? - Not a clue.

Right, Molly, think.

Anniversaries? Oh, the
boys' birthdays? Anything?

Try 11-05-36.

- Irene: what's that?
- The day Hector caught his first trout in the loch.

( gasps )

We can look into this.
I'm sure medical science

has moved on
since your father's day.

Doctors?

You mean you haven't
even had your eyes tested?

We want to help.

- We are your friends.
- Is that a fact?

You both have a funny way
of showing it.

I've had
enough of this.

- Look, Golly-
- ( Duncan yells )

( Duncan grunting in pain )

- What is this?
- Oh, nothing!

But you came
to help me.

I only came because
this place is full of potholes

and I didn't want you breaking your
leg out here in the middle of nowhere.

A likely story, Golly. Why don't you just admit
- ( screams )

Oh, these look like-

love letters.

Oh, they are.

They're from me.

I had no idea Hector
kept them all these years.

Well, all that's left
is this, but-

- but you don't really need to read that, Molly.
- Whyever not?

Grace, I know all about Grace.
Hector told me everything.

Oh my god.

Golly: No, don't try and stand on it.

- it may be broken.
- I think it's just a sprain.

The arm's worse.

- Will I get an ambulance?
- No, it'll take hours to get here.

It's getting cold. We'll both
have to move him ourselves.

- Are you up for it, Duncan?
- Aye.

Good man. Archie, you
just stay where you are

and we'll get you
out of there in no time.

( chuckles )
Stay where I am.

Okay, if you insist.

I'll only be a minute.

I mean it
- I appreciate your help. I really do.

But I think this is
a one woman job now.

- Are you sure?
- Positive.

Now that we solved that Grace mystery,
I can go on and do this tax return.

I might even get it
finished by breakfast.

Now go.

- Good luck, Lex.
- thanks, Irene.

Okay.

Okay, Duncan.

All right,
let's have a look at you.

- ( screams )
- I'm sorry, son, sorry.

Duncan can't
lift both of us.

Even if he could,
the rope wouldn't take it.

What about some sort
of harness?

We could,
but I'm still a problem.

- All right!
- Golly, no!

It's all right, Duncan,
I know what I'm doing.

You trust me,
don't you, Archie?

Yeah.

Good man.
Okay.

Okay, boys,

come home to us now.

You've had your fun.

Okay, son,
this is going to hurt,

but once you get your shoulder
in, we'll get you out, okay?

All right, after three. One...

two... three.

( screaming )

( hyperventilating )
Sorry.

A bit squeamish.

Sorry.

Okay.

Archie?
What happened?

It's okay.
It's just a sprain.

I'll be fine.
Golly, I can manage.

Last time you hurt
yourself on the estate

I carried you in.
Seven I think you were.

What is it?

I never thought I'd
set foot in here again.

Come on.

Thank you.

Lexie: Thanks for bringing
him home to me, Golly.

I couldn't have managed it
without Duncan's help.

- Golly: He's a great asset to you, Archie.
- I know he is.

It's good to know that the place'll
be in safe hands once I'm away.

You're not going anywhere-
except to an eye specialist.

With any luck, all you'll
need is a zap with a laser.

- Just wait a wee minute,
here- - Lexie: what for?

You have the treatment, and then you
let our old pal Grace pick up the tab.

Grace?

Glenbogle Residents
And Artisans Care Expenses.

Lexie: Hector set up
an account years ago

and put money into it
- even though the estate was struggling.

And I'm sure he wouldn't mind
if Golly was a beneficiary.

- Archie: I think he'd be delighted.
- I don't know.

Look, the money
is there for you.

It's like a charitable trust
so nobody else can touch it.

And the tax man can take every
penny we've got but not this.

I don't want
your charity, lassie.

For goodness sake, you've
spent your entire life

taking care of Glenbogle
and everybody in it.

It's about time we did
something for you.

- So that's it then?
- Yeah.

- You're going to look after me?
- Yes.

Good.

Welcome home, Golly.

Welcome home.

- Welcome home, Golly.
- Lexie: welcome home.

You all right?

Me? brilliant.

It's just, well...

it feels strange...

being with me...

now that Golly's back.

Yeah.

Look, if you want to go
back to your own room-

oh, no, no, this is where
I want to be... definitely.

Golly'll be okay.

I know.

You're not selling?

Sorry,
change of heart.

We decided the old guy
had been here for so long

it wouldn't be fair
to send him packing.

I know you don't put much value on history
and tradition, Mr. Carter, but we do.

- I can understand why you feel that way.
- You can?

Without all that stuff, there's
very little point to you, is there?

I'm thinking of getting out
of the heritage business,

see if I can't make a splash with
something more modern. Is your mother about?

Talking to you last
night got me thinking.

Blake, Yoko Ono, your pal
Hockney, that's the stuff I love.

So I've decided I'm going
to put on a '60s exhibition.

I'm going to call it "The
Fine and the Divine Decade. "

And you want me
to come along?

Aye, I thought you
might say a few words

since you've been there,
done that, got the t-shirt.

Oh, I never wore
t- shirts, Mr. Carter.

In fact, there were
quite a few parties

where one wore
nothing at all.

- I'll be delighted to come.
- Think you'll be able to get your hands on work like that?

- Surely it's all in private collections.
- it's not a sale.

Collectors are quite good
about loaning out their work

if they know you're not
out to make a fast buck.

And you'll cover
her expenses, naturally?

And a few quid
for her trouble?

I think we can manage that.
In fact, Mrs. MacDonald,

I may be able to throw
more that a few quid your way.

I'm particularly interested in any paintings
you might have done back in the '60s.

You, too? That smartly-dressed
young man I met last night

called this morning and
asked the very same thing.

Why don't I show you
some of my early work?

And then the bidding war
can begin.

Molly gets her cash,
Carter gets the paintings

and we get to keep Cuthbert,
so everybody's happy.

No, not everyone actually.
I've always hated that painting.

It used to give me nightmares. Gives
me the creeps just thinking about it.

( laughing )

- What's so funny?
- Nothing.

What?

( snickers )

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