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You're already getting behind on the rent, and now the bank's chasing you.

I don't know what you want me to say.

Well, how about this is your dream, Isabel, and it'll take as long as it

to get the farm going again, so don't worry about it.

Well, what message would that send to my other tenants?

That you're a great guy.

You're putting me in a really awkward position, isn't it? Oh, well, God forbid

that you should be made to feel awkward, Paul.

OK, all right, I'll give you another month rent -free, but...

But that's it.

I don't need your charity.

I'll try my best to sort things out for you here.

Look, I think you'd better go.

I've had enough nasty surprises for one day.

I suppose they've seen better days.

All of them have seen better days.

Maybe he's hungry.

Are you hungry?

I've got some bread and jam.

Yeah, well, there's egg, bacon, sausage and fried tomato.

I was joking.

You could probably even risk a kiss goodbye without totally destroying your

reputation as the local grump. Who says I'm a grump?

I don't know.

You see, that's why I've been brought along.

To bring a bit of light relief and fun to your life.

To turn this into this.

You're nuts.

That's a good job one of us is.

Come on.

Give us that kiss.

Don't let me cramp your style.

One word of warning.

Here we go.

When a woman brings you flowers, she's not doing it out of the goodness of her

heart.

She's looking for something in return.

Really?

It's time to break out the Barry White albums, Dad.

Barry White?

The Red Roses bought.

Champagne on ice.

It's time for the big, I know it's not Valentine's Day, but who cares, romantic

gesture.

I hope you're up to it.

You'll pause for breath in a minute.

Finished?

Good. Up on your feet.

You've had the courtesy lunch. Time to get back on the road.

Where am I going?

Wherever you were going before.

Where am I now?

You're on the Glen Bogle estate.

Glen Bogle? Yeah, and you'll shortly be leaving the Glen Bogle estate. So let's

go.

What's your name?

Um... I can't remember. It's, uh...

I can't remember anything.

Can I have a word?

What have I done now?

No, no, son, no. I just need your advice.

On what?

On what, in your opinion, constitutes a

romantic dinner.

As he's suffering from hypothermia and is weak through lack of food.

And that could explain his disorientation and loss of memory.

What do you recommend?

Bed rest and regular meals.

How much bed rest?

Oh, it depends.

A day or two, perhaps.

He can't stay here for two days.

There's plenty of room at Glenbogo.

Why can't he stay there?

Because we've got no idea who he is.

Well, if we did, he wouldn't need to stay there, would he?

He is not staying at Glenbogle.

When we get to the house, I'll call PC Callum and find out who he is and where

he's from.

So you are concerned about him?

No. If I find out who he is, he becomes someone else's problem.

Molly!

Ah, you're looking really well.

Thank you.

The break in the health farm was just what I needed.

The lasso therapy, seaweed wraps, this yoga, that yoga.

It's amazing what a regular detox will do.

Oh, better than mind.

And also, it gave me a chance to prioritize what's important to me.

Top of the list is friendship.

Real friendship.

Which is why I'm inviting you to a carefully balanced, wheat -free, meat

dinner at Glembogel tonight.

Tonight?

Is that a problem?

I'm sorry, Lassa. I can't make it tonight.

How about tomorrow?

Could I get back to you on that one?

Of course.

Molly.

It's good to see you.

Lovely hat.

Thank you.

What's going on?

Either Paul's buying our wallet or we're opening up as a whore.

Are you married?

I don't know.

Kids? I don't know.

Where do you live?

He doesn't know.

He doesn't know anything.

He's lost his memory. Remember?

We could try word association.

Yeah, or you could try tracing any missing persons.

Have you done this before?

Have you?

No.

What about her wallet?

There was nothing on him.

I get back to the station, I'll run a deception through the victim, see if it

turns up.

We're really glad we called you in.

I don't know what we would have done without you.

Here to help.

If he's going to be staying here for a while, we can't keep referring to him as

him. We ought to give him a name.

He's not going to be staying here any longer than he has to. If he was an

injured animal, you'd let him stay till he was better.

Not in Hector's pyjamas, I wouldn't.

I won't betide anyone that's in trouble that needs your help.

Yeah, especially if they're not willing to be helped.

These need cleaned.

I'd boil them if I were you. I suggest dry cleaning.

You heard the lady.

How about Alan?

Who's Alan?

For a name.

Doesn't look like an Alan.

What about... Richard?

Oh, no. I had an accountant once called Richard most unsightly creature.

Terry!

Jerry, Larry, Liam.

Liam? Liam feels good.

We thought we'd call you Liam. What do you think?

Well, I think you can call me whatever you like.

Then Liam it is.

Excellent.

He's going to milk this for all his worth.

How come you never trust anyone?

Here's the experience.

Is the drive not big enough for you?

Kelly!

Isabel. I thought you said you weren't getting up till later on tonight. I got

up early.

Brilliant. So, who's this?

Paul. Pleased to meet you, Paul.

My wife.

Kelly's my old boss from Edinburgh. She was one of the best headhunters in the

business. That figures.

So how do you fit into her life, Paul?

I'm the person who tries to make it as miserable as possible.

And doing a great job so far.

Thank you.

Paul's a laird.

Well, if all the lads are like you, you can see why they both stay together this

long. They aren't.

Most of them are far richer.

And much more forgiving.

And this is you.

Hi.

Cute.

And I thought you'd be surrounded by bearded wee jokes and kelts and tamis.

Come here, you.

She thought I was cute.

She'd eat you alive.

Can I help, Molly?

I'm just putting together some energy foods for Liam.

If he's going to get strong, he's going to need building up.

Can't he just eat what we do?

A man is in need of sustenance.

And as for the food that we eat, Ewan, I wanted to talk to you about that.

Have you ever heard of superfoods?

Superfoods? We need to change our diet.

More greens, less meat.

Liam's presence here gives us the perfect opportunity to get up to date

new way of thinking. We can nourish him and ourselves at the same time.

Do you have any fresh ginger for this banana, broccoli and courgette smoothie?

How long's that piece of thin?

Wouldn't want to bump into him that dark night.

On the contrary, dear boy.

Uncle Sebastian's the one person you'd have delighted to bump into.

Sebastian Fergus MacDonald.

Or to give him his local moniker, the Pathfinder.

You mean he had a compass and a map?

No. He had the gift of orientation, a benefaction bestowed upon him on stormy

night by the spirit of the Glen.

All right.

He was caught in a terrible storm out on the hill, staring certain death in the

face.

Cold, wet, and with hope all but extinguished. He suddenly saw, dancing

the snowy blizzard, a light.

A light?

As he stumbled closer, it moved away, so he followed.

It led him down the glen till finally, in the distance, he could pick up the

welcoming lights of glen.

When he turned to thank his savior, he was gone.

The spirit.

All he could remember was his eyes.

His eyes.

Blood red, glowing through the falling snow.

In truth, Sebastian was a... crashing

boar whose one passion in life was the cultivation of the perfect begonia.

But it's good to know I haven't lost the knack of drawing in an audience.

Is this fair bound for our guest?

I am.

Allow me.

How's he doing?

Well, he's given him a wee haircut and he's had a shave.

Looks almost human. Is there any dinner?

I'll tell him.

What's in the bag?

Bites. If it's edible, keep it closed.

Donald's with him.

Oh, no.

I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Donald.

Oh, a garden.

Brandy after dinner is one of the marks of a civilised society, dear chap.

Dr McKendrick strongly advised against alcohol.

Well, I don't see how a couple of glasses of vintage Cardinal Mendoza

a lot of difference.

Yes, the taste might even spark a memory or two.

Don't push it, sunshine.

Well, I'd best do as Dr McKendrick says.

What happened to my clothes?

Well, we drew straws and those of us that voted for burning them were

defeated by those who opted for dry cleaning.

I was just saying to Liam what a liberating experience it must be to be

free of one's past.

Which suggests that you feel a prisoner of yours, Donald.

That's where all prisoners of our past... Isn't that right, Paul?

If you say so. Oh, the wrong turns and shortcuts we've made.

The pain we've caused, the sins we have committed.

Speak for yourself, Donald.

These are the shadows that close in at night and shake us from our rest. I envy

you your immunity, Liam.

You have trouble sleeping?

Ever since my return.

Believe me, there are parts of my past I'd give a king's ransom to erase.

You said you grew up here.

Happy, carefree days.

How come in all the paintings and photographs I've seen on the wall here,

there's not one of you?

What?

Dad?

You reset all the padlocks on the hill gates after I checked them today, didn't

you?

What is the point of me doing things if you just follow on behind and redo them?

It's my reputation on the line if the deer get into the woods.

What are you doing?

It was you that said to do something romantic, but the potatoes are nowhere

boiled and the trout is cooked already.

It's a disaster.

Well, with romantic gestures, it's the thought that counts as much as the

gesture. Is it? Is it? Well, I hope you're right.

She's early.

She's early! Dad, calm down.

Get the potatoes on a high heat, wrap the fish in tinfoil and into the oven to

stay warm and get the other veg going.

What's the starter?

Vessel soup and croutons. But look, the soup's not well done.

Dad! Dad!

It'll be delicious, all right?

I'll get the door.

Jess, Jess, Jess, Jess, Jess, Jess, Jess.

I thought it might be better if it was just making me feel like a man.

Right.

Well, just make sure you don't get up to any funny business.

Keep the music down, and I want this place looking exactly as I left it when

get back.

Hmm. I think your croutons are ready.

Brilliant.

Please.

I hope Donald will be all right.

Don't worry about Donald. He has a habit of landing on his feet.

Now, I want you to concentrate on the objects I'm going to show you.

Is this like a test?

Well, it might help you remember something.

It does. I don't think I'm very good at tests.

Anything?

Sorry.

Oh, come on, you must remember something.

I told you, I'm not very good at tests.

Don't look at it as a test, then.

Just say the first thing that comes into your head, OK?

Yes?

It's a banana.

And?

And, uh... Could I have it? I mean, if it's going spare.

My talent radar's picking up absolutely nothing in here.

Did your laird ever come to the pod? I hope not.

And he's not my laird.

Hey.

Hey, Jess. What are you doing here?

Oh, hi.

Keeping out the way of love's young dream.

What about you?

Got my friend Kelly here up from Edinburgh. Sure know what the Glenbogle

nightlife does, don't you?

Oh, right.

If you're quick, you might just make the last train back to Edinburgh.

Oh,

the native cake. Well, there's a getting wrestler.

Hello. Hiya.

Can I get you a drink?

Do you know what I really want?

What?

To dance.

Dance? Now.

She's a breath of fresh air. I'm telling you, when we went out in Edinburgh, no

one was safe.

I believe you.

How is it?

Perfect.

How's yours?

The fish is a bit dry and the potatoes could have done maybe a bit longer.

Listen, Rick Stein, it's lovely.

And it'd be even better if you could relax and enjoy it, too.

Now, listen.

What about this holiday idea?

When was the last time you went away?

I went to Ollapool once. I think I was about 20 or something.

I hope you're joking.

You're not, are you?

Are you all right?

Fine, fine.

Can I come in?

Can you come in?

I've baked a wheat -free courgette souffle. It's gluten and dairy -free,

there was some left over, and I thought of you and Jess here, all on your own.

Molly,

this is Meg.

Meg. Molly.

Very pleased to meet you, Molly.

Meg's just moved into the village.

Really?

Trust me to come barging in.

Can we offer you a glass of wine or something?

No, thank you. And I can see that you don't need this or me.

Do.

Sit back down, Golly. I'll tea myself out.

Is there something you haven't been telling me, Golly?

Look, Jane, I don't want to see your face around here again, you hear me?

You've ruined everything!

From now on, you're not part of this family!

And if I see you again, I won't be responsible for my actions!

Rise and shine.

So, how are we this month?

Good morning.

What's up with you?

Can't a guy just be happy to be alive on such a glorious morning?

Have you just had a delivery?

No.

Our visitor had an ulterior motive for coming here.

He must have had it planned all along.

What are you talking about?

Police, please.

There's silver missing from the dining room.

Paul! There is a perfectly good explanation for this.

Ah, thanks for the clothes, Paul. I'm not sure it's my colour. Where are they

taking them?

Where are who taking what?

Conveniently losing your memory again, are you? Where are your pals taking the

silver? What pals?

Paul! I had the silver removed.

I've been meaning to get it professionally cleaned for ages, and the

finally came to collect it today.

I think the oleum and apology.

There's no need.

No, no.

Molly's right.

I'm sorry.

No harm done.

Happens all the time.

How do you know?

What?

Well, forgive me if you can't remember anything.

How do you know it happens all the time?

Well, I imagine it does.

Wondering about looking like I did.

Bit of an easy target.

I'm really sorry.

Forgotten it already.

What a coincidence, because I gave Paul a pullover just like that for Christmas.

Oh, really?

Paul!

Where are my pictures?

Eh?

Hector. He wouldn't.

He couldn't.

Yes, he could.

And he did.

You conspired with him in this, didn't you? It is no good lashing out at me,

Donald.

You made this bed for yourself a long time ago, and now I'm afraid you're just

going to have to lie in it as best you can.

Oh, dear.

So, what are we doing today?

In case you haven't noticed, it's a working farm, which means it has to be

worked.

By you?

Yeah, I've come the rest of the day off, unfortunately.

No.

You thought you'd pick up a food order today, same with the trouble of

delivering. I've got a friend staying.

How thoughtful.

I also brought some aquafonts and filter coffee, in case you didn't have any.

I love this man.

This has to be one of the prettiest houses in Scotland.

You know you're in Scotland, then?

Certain things I seem to instinctively know.

If I'm putting you in a difficult position, Paul, I'm sorry, but I promise

I'm not here to cause any harm.

At least I don't think I am.

I'm sorry again about earlier.

No, it's your job to protect the house and its inhabitants. I understand that.

I should know better than most what it is to feel like an outsider.

Mistrusted by everyone.

I can't believe that.

You and I have a lot more in common than you know, Liam.

Has anything sparked a memory for you?

Nothing significant.

If anything does, you'll be the first to know, as long as it's not anything

embarrassing or deeply humiliating.

Or incriminating, of course.

I'm joking.

They're matching 12 -bore percussion double -barrel shotguns.

Very rare.

Made by Thompson of Aberdeen, 1885.

How do you know that?

It's written on it there.

They haven't worked for years.

Golly hasn't managed to fix them, so I thought I'd have a go.

Probably barrelled by Pritchard John of London.

Morning.

It's about mid -last night.

I felt such a fool.

With any consolation, not half as foolish as I felt.

Well, you weren't the one barging in on a romantic dinner, brandishing a

souffle.

No.

Why didn't you say anything?

Friends don't keep secrets like that from each other. I know, and I...

I told you about Meg yesterday.

You know why I didn't?

She seems very nice.

Yes.

Yes, yes, yes.

Very nice.

So, you go away for a short break?

Have everything changed?

Not everything.

Yes, Collie.

I'll be off to check the deer.

Do you want to follow and make sure I do it properly, or...?

There's

a new restaurant open locally that I was going to check out, and I don't suppose

you'd be interested.

In going out to dinner. I loved it.

With me, I mean.

The answer's still yes.

Oh, and do you have any organic radicchio or celeriac?

What's that in Scottish?

Radicchio or celeriac?

Then no.

Oh, here she comes.

That new dancing teacher.

And we all know what they say about dancing teachers, don't we? Do we?

Light on their feet.

Now, you know I don't like to spread gossip, but the feeling is she never

anywhere for long.

Really?

Here today and gone tomorrow, if you catch my drift.

Hello there.

Not interrupting anything, am I? No, no, no, no. We were just talking about

Rodicchio. Well, your best bet would be to order it from Avie Moore, according

to some of the ladies in my class.

There's an organic outlet there that delivers.

Come,

come, come, come, come, come.

What?

I know it's really hard work, but it must be so satisfying selling food

grown yourself.

You can't put a price on that.

I think the bank would disagree with you there.

And it is so quiet and peaceful compared to Edinburgh.

Slow, but in a good way.

Kelly?

Kieran can't get who to commit?

Well, tell him to try again, and if that doesn't work, try again and again, OK?

Trouble?

You remember Boyd Hegarty?

I thought you secured that contract.

Every time we get close, he falls back.

The trouble is, he loved you, and now you're not part of the firm. He's not so

keen.

And we could certainly do with his business.

I love his number.

Mr. Haggerty, please.

Isabel Anderson.

Boy!

I can't believe you're still dragging your heels with Kelly.

But, but, but what?

I know it's a big commitment. That's why you want to make it with the best

possible people.

Most of the farms are doing fine. A couple are struggling and one's in a lot

trouble.

Isabel's?

I don't know how much longer she'll be here.

She's leaving?

She isn't making the farm work.

You mean you're thinking of evicting her?

I may not have a choice.

You always have a choice, Paul. She's the kind of person you should be working

hard to keep here.

Not easy when she refuses any help I offer.

Well, you just have to keep trying.

And what makes you qualified to give advice?

What qualifications do I need?

Well, usually personal experience, but since you can't remember any of yours...

Ah, you're testing me again.

I hope. Had to get me out of your hair.

Before I came to Glenborgo, I'd lost most of my family, my...

my history.

I found them when I... came here.

But can the lights help me find you?

And get you out of my hair, of course.

Ah, I wish I'd never mentioned the pictures of Donald.

I feel responsible for his predicament.

Whatever Donald's predicament, it is invariably down to Donald. No one else.

Well, look, next time I'm back in Edinburgh, I'll let you buy me dinner,

OK.

Bye.

You'll sign this afternoon?

What a

pleasant surprise.

I don't normally care what people think about me, golly.

But I don't want things to reflect badly on you.

Oh, maybe not.

So I think it best if we cool things for a while.

What are you talking about?

I'm talking about small communities and narrow -minded people.

And you can tell Molly that if she's going to chatter about someone, then

do it in the vegetable market with Geraldine. It's like hanging out a

saying, beware, gossip's at work.

Now, let's take some tongue sandwiches and a few slices of lemon meringue pie.

Yeah. And, um, some of Molly's delicious three -bean salad with the fat -free

dressing. I thought you said you weren't eating any more of that stuff.

No, you must have misheard me.

No, you said it was kind for grazing herbivores, but you're not a cow. Ah!

Everything all right, Molly?

I seem to be putting my foot in it with everyone lately.

First Donald, now Golly.

Never let the sun go down on bad feeling.

I'm afraid there have been too many sunsets on the bad feelings between

and myself.

And as for Coralie, I think I've interfered enough.

You got a real buzz out of making that call, didn't you?

Yeah, it felt pretty good.

Things haven't been the same since you left the company. I feel like I'm

carrying the place on my own.

You couldn't have to do it. Yes, but I don't want to.

I didn't come here for a break, Isabel.

I came here to see how you were doing and if it felt right to offer you a job.

I'm talking 50 -50, a partnership.

That means a considerable pay rise and a real step up the career ladder.

I don't know what to say.

Well, don't say anything for now. Just think about it.

You're the best and I want you back.

I want you back and standing next to me.

He's bested others before.

How's our friend doing?

Still sulking?

I am not sulking.

I'm coming to terms with the fact that my past has been cruelly wrested from

Did we pack the sandwiches?

I had to limit the meat.

I'm out tonight, so it's a cold platter and one of Molly's salads.

Ah!

Do I sense romance in the air?

He believes he's on a promise.

I believe he's on a hiding to nothing.

And what do you know about it?

Bunging deep into the well of my experience with women, Isabelle's friend

cockette, a siren luring you onto the rocks of despair.

Well, if something bright and unexpected comes along, you should always follow

it.

It's only to see where it takes you.

You're no lost hiker.

Who are you?

I don't know.

Oh!

Ewan! Who died? Who died?

Who died?

I did it yourself.

You were expecting someone else?

I thought it might have been Meg.

Is she not here?

No, no. She said something about people gossiping about her in the village.

A misunderstanding.

I was in the market talking to Geraldine and Meg arrived and... Well, anyway,

she's decided not to come round here so much.

I'm so sorry.

I admit...

I was worried about you, and so I wanted to find out more about Meg.

I would appreciate it, Molly, if you stopped worrying about me.

I can't do that.

Sorry?

I'll always look out for you, Golly, always.

And if you can't accept that, then...

Have you thought about my offer?

Well, the way things have been going, it'd be really stupid not to come back

with you.

Without you?

It's a very strong maybe.

Brodie?

Yes, please.

There's a bill.

Kelly invited me. You don't mind, do you? Of course he doesn't.

Anything you and I want to do, we can do in front of you. Can't we do it?

Aye.

Well, I hope they've got plenty of these because tonight we are celebrating.

Celebrating what?

Isabel is packing up the farm and coming back to work with me in Edinburgh.

I didn't say that. As good as.

To the future.

I thought Liam's suit was just a muddy brown jacket and trousers, but this is

really well made.

Even a man of my impeccable taste wouldn't be ashamed to be seen in this.

could even be an estate tweed.

Oh, well.

Oh, my dear boy, do you know nothing relating to your illustrious new

Every estate has its own distinctive tweed.

If you trace this pattern, you may find where it came from.

She flirts with everyone, including me.

Look, are you really leaving the farm?

Well, things haven't been going too well lately.

And Paul's not helping, so... You have to accept that something's not going to

work out, right?

You look troubled.

Just reflecting on a life spent running away.

I think you'll agree there's no heavier weight than the burden of regret.

We are both of us shackled to our past, Liam.

Whether we like it or not.

And what is it you've been running from?

I once hurt the only two people I have ever loved.

We can continue this discussion later, if you'll excuse me.

Donald.

You can't forgive me.

No, he's proud.

And stubborn seems to be a family trait.

Golly called while you were out. He wants to see you.

Now? He'd like you to meet him at his cottage.

I seem to be making a hash of everything today.

The sun has yet to set, Molly.

The sun has yet to set.

Golly, I... No, please, Molly.

Just sit.

I'm going to do something now which I never, ever do.

I'm going to talk and you three are going to listen.

In this room are some of the people who are most important to me.

And I want to put an end to all the fighting and... Bickering and stuff once

for all.

Molly.

Molly, you are my dear friend.

And nothing, nothing is ever going to change that.

Do you understand?

Meg.

You are the person here that I have known the least amount of time.

But I would like to get to know you better.

which brings me to Jess.

Subject to talking to Paul, I plan to take a week or two off so that Meg and I

can go on holiday to the islands.

Which means I'll be leaving you in charge.

You're trusting me to run the estate?

Are you my daughter or are you not?

This is an estate tweed from the house of Dundannach, and the bonnet belongs to

the Royal Company of Archers, the Queen's bodyguard in Scotland.

To be an archer is an honour bestowed only on the ancient families of

I think it's time you told me, don't you?

Maybe I stole the jacket and the bonnet.

I don't think so.

My name is Philip.

I had no intention of deceiving anyone.

I had forgotten, momentarily, who I was.

But once she brought me here and I got my strength back, memories of my own

house started to flood back, mostly bad ones.

I did live on an estate in Wester Ross.

The Dundunach estate?

Through a combination of bad management and neglect.

Lost.

And the family dispersed.

And where are the family now?

Last I heard, my brothers were running a farm in Cuygach.

You lost everything.

That's why I know the danger you're facing if you allow Isabel to go.

She's tied into the land financially and she's tied in emotionally.

And if anyone can make it work, it's her.

Because people are even more important than places.

Then maybe the people you should be relying on aren't strangers like Isabel

me, but your own family.

If you lost all this tomorrow, through your own mismanagement and pig

-headedness, would you be able to face the people you disinherited?

I don't know.

Maybe, if I'd gone back within the first six months, the first year.

But now... He's wandering the countryside, a viable alternative

It's all I have.

That's what I thought about my life before I came here.

It worked out for me.

I'm not saying it's going to be easy going back.

But you're not a bad man, Philip.

You just made some bad mistakes.

If you were my brother, I want you back.

While we're handing out advice to each other, someone like Isabel would be

a catch around here, am I right?

Oh, no, no.

No, I'll gladly shake the hand of the man who finally saves her, but for me,

that is far too much like hard work.

Nothing worth getting ever comes easily, you should know that.

Philip, we would kill each other within a week.

Ah, but what a week.

Donald!

inside.

Hector ordered that all the pictures be destroyed, but I couldn't do it.

I hid them until a time came when they could come out again.

I hope you can forgive me.

Welcome home, Molly.

I couldn't sleep.

Is your excuse for being up this early?

Got a lot on my mind.

I don't think anything kept you awake at night.

You'd be surprised.

I was coming up here this morning to see what we could do about the farm, but...

I've heard you might be leaving.

Kelly's offering me a job back in Edinburgh.

Are you going to take it?

What choice do I have?

You always have a choice, as well.

very good job, is it?

Why do you say that?

Well, if it was, you wouldn't be up here wandering the hills wondering what

you're going to do.

It's a fantastic job, actually.

Then why haven't you taken it?

What is it with you?

Why does everything have to be black and white?

Why did you come back to this farm, Isabel?

Because I love it.

Pardon me.

I've spent some of the happiest times of my life here.

I dream about to make it work again.

Does that answer your question?

Does it answer yours?

Have you decided?

It's not happening here, is it?

No, it's not.

You gave it your best shot.

Chalk it up to experience Plankley Bands. We can be back in Edinburgh in a

hours.

This place is a dump.

I can't come back with you, Kelly.

Well, why not?

For all its many faults, this is my dump.

I made up my mind. I'm staying.

Come see me off?

I came to see if Isabel was leaving with you.

She's staying.

I'm sorry about last night.

It wasn't you. It was me.

I thought... Well, you know what I thought.

Very, very cute.

What are you smiling about?

Nothing.

Nothing at all.

Ed!

You both seem very happy this morning.

I've just been kept by a goddess.

And I have slept the sleep of the just.

I'm glad someone did.

I cannot believe Liam is missing breakfast.

I think he'll find he's gone.

What? He appeared out of nowhere and has returned whence he came. And those of

us who followed his guiding light have benefited.

You're not about that pathfinder rubbish again, are you?

There are more things in heaven and earth than I dreamt of in your

Horatio. Yeah, right.

Breakfast is served.

Molly's going to crucify you.

Oh, I'm pretty splendid.

He's gone, hasn't he?

Philip Lyle Forrester.

15th Laird of Dundunach House, Westborough.

Oversaw the disintegration of the House of Dundunach in 1998.

Disappeared.

Believed dead.

Well, we can certainly update this. He's alive and well and roaming the country.

You think so?

Well, unless we just fed him water dead man for the past two days. My dear, dear

boy, why does everything have to be black and white with you?

Hiya.

So your friend left then?

Gone back to hot and cold running water and cable TV.

Regrets?

Plenty.

As long as things go well, she'll be okay.

Ta -da!

Now, if you were going to splash out, I'd have preferred something more

practical, like a decent gardening fork or a new dipper.

Today is not a day for dippers, Isabel. Today is a day for celebration.

Now, come on.

Donald's convinced he was some kind of supernatural oracle come here to

straighten all our lives out.

Well, he did help Molly and Donald.

Believe me, he was no oracle.

You'd be so sure.

Well, for one thing, he said you and I should be together.

Exactly.

We'll draw up a proper business plan tomorrow.

See what we can do to take the farm forward.

I'll manage.

Why do you always do that?

Do what?

Why can't you accept anyone's help?

It's just your help that I find hard to accept.

I can't win, can I?

Is that what you've always got to do, Paul? Win?

I'm trying to help.

Then take the pressure off me for a while.

I can't do that.

I thought you came to celebrate.

Yeah, I did.

Well, then have another. No, thanks.

You don't know what it is to let your hair down, do you?

Don't I?

No. When was the last time you really went for something? Did something that

wanted to do, not something that you had to?

I do it all the time. Yeah, when?

I don't know.

You don't know because you've never let yourself do it.

You don't know what it is to just go for something, not stop and think about it.

Yeah.