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..What are you doing?Nothing.

You got a cough?

A really convincing one(!) What's in the bag?What bag?

I read that people up here, when they get depressed,

they can take...drastic measures.

And what, nick things from loos? I'm just worried about you, Abby.

What do you think I'll do with this? You've always been very resourceful.

I am not gonna kill myself! But you're a prime candidate.

History of failed relationships. Wondering if it's your fault.

A sense of abandonment. You're getting old.

You've got nothing to live for. You're right off the scale.

Are you trying to cheer me up?! Depression, Abby...

..it creeps up on you, like a thief in the night.

Nail clippers?

I've got something you've been waiting for, Heather!

Aren't you going to open it?Aye.

Ally!

Jerry! You made it! Didn't think I'd come?Course I did.

Will you smell that? Beautiful! The grease just hangs in the air. I could eat the arse off a cow.

You don't look yourself.I'm holding up. Got some women trouble.

Women? As in more than one?! That sounds promising. Must have set tongues wagging.Aye.

Clog your arteries. That'll make you feel better. ..Two full breakfasts, please!

You're a sick man! God, have I missed you. Tell me you're coming back!

I thought long and hard about what I want. When it came down to it, it was simple.

I want to go home and be with my boy. You've got yourself a partner.

That's bloody great news, Jerry! But when can you and Helen come?

No, it'll just be me, Ally. Helen's got a job in Fife.

Her family are nearby. When you sent Jerry back... He wasn't happy in town.

He'd no friends. He wanted to go home. I don't blame him.And Helen?

I said I was going back on the boats.She doesn't know?No.

Do you think she'd have agreed? He's staying with me. She can decide if she wants to be part of us or not.

I'll not have a woman ruining my life.

Did you get them?Aye.

Well, are you going to tell me?

Five vowels and a consonant. And what's that supposed to mean?

Five As and a B.

So what's the B in? Common sense?

I'm so proud of you!

Five As and a B, Mum!

Alistair won't speak to me. Won't look me in the eye.

YOU have to do it. It needs a man. He won't hear it from a woman. Won't hear what?

Nothing. Not your business.

Are you sure this is the right thing?Yes! I'll go with you, Douglas.

You haven't told him?Of course not.

That's right. No, no, hasn't said a thing. Secret's safe with me.

Douglas!I haven't told him anything.

It's true, Mary. Not a word passed his lips.Gordon, stop it!

You promised you wouldn't say anything to him! Of ALL people!

My lips are sealed about you-know-what.I haven't said a word!

How could you, Douglas?!

Would you look at that? Doesn't believe you, Douglas. She's furious with you for...for no reason at all.

You might as well tell me.

I get this feeling every once in a while.

This sense that I'm...condemned

to be in the back of the photograph of life...

sort of a witness to...

countless tragedies and accidents,

but I ain't got any power to stop them.

Yeah...it sucks, don't it?

Yeah...in a word.

He's still here?

Yeah.

What an odd duck.

It's t'ai chi. It helps him focus.

Has he not got a job to go to?

Not one that he's mentioned. Did he pay you in advance?

No.

It's going to end in tears.

So I'm on the back of the photograph of life at the moment,

and, well, Abby, she's... she's...having a bad run

and now you're around,

I just wondered whether you'd mind keeping an eye out for her. Make sure she don't jump off a cliff,

or go for a long swim in the middle of the night,

or starts playing on the motorway... I don't think the motorway's likely.

No, no, well, I'll cross that one off, but I mean, you know what I'm saying?

Maybe you're not in the back of this one.

What's that - a riddle?

The photograph, Kenny.

Malcolm! Ida! Good God!

Lend us a hand with these, Gordon.

Both hands and the arms, too. Och, Malcolm! How did you do it?

Do what?Get her back!I told her she wouldn't have to talk with YOU.

Och! You're quick! And that's a rare fine thing.

Ah, look at you, Ida - lovely as always!

Fairy tales do come true, don't they?

You kiss a frog and look what happens!

Come on, Peter. The boat's here.

It's not a very big boat. It's a boat, not a ship.

So who's the little stowaway? This is my son - Peter.

Well...congratulations! A boy!

You have a boy...of your own!

That must have been a conversation point. Come on, Peter. Let's get aboard.

You never know what you'll find when you look under a rock.

I've got nothing to say to you. You've come because Mary told you to

and you've got nothing to say to me.

This is a big opportunity for you, Alistair.

You're trying to say the right thing,

but we'll end up in the same place no matter what words you conjure.

You take responsibility... to prove who you are.

I'll take responsibility, Douglas. You tell that to Mary.

I'll take responsibility for being a bastard.

You can't turn your back on Carolyn and the baby she's carrying. It's yours!

If she's got any sense she'll get rid of it. It's best for everyone.I took you for a better man than that.

Carolyn and Mary have ripped the one chance of happiness I had right from my hands.

What they've done to me and Abby I'll never forgive.What THEY did?!

I made a mistake. It was never any more than that.

You're a coward, aren't you? I've had enough of talking to you.

That's what I didn't expect - you and Abby - if it meant something, you would have fought for it.

You've known Carolyn since school! You won't fight for her? You'll let her suffer while YOU hide?

I know who you are now. There's not much to like.

Are you going to make this permanent, are you, Malcolm?

Aye. That's my intention. OUR intention.

I wish I could have seen Murdo's face when you told him about the boy,

with him waxing on like he does about the Campbells and the family line. Must have been a picture.

You haven't told him yet?

No.Oh, well, I'm sure he'll take it well...

once he gets past the shock. I mean, the boy's not to blame.

He might be cross with you, but he wouldn't do anything foolish...No.

He's not going to try and stop you getting married, is he?

He wouldn't be petty, like that. Not Murdo.

Oh, no, no. Not Murdo, no. Not a generous accepting soul like him.

No, he'll get past any prejudices

or racialist little ideas he might be hiding in his head.

I'm a dab hand in the kitchen.

Onions?

They do the same to me. But, as much as it stings, I still want them.

You never expect them to taste so sweet, do you?No.

What do you think it is that makes us cry? Is it the pain of saying goodbye

or the fear of never again saying hello? ..I've moved on from onions.

Almost without me noticing.

We can go back to onions. They're very useful. Lots of layers.

I could flog on about onions all morning without getting to the point.

You're not on suicide watch, are you?You're not just a pretty face.

Kenny said something to you?

Well, he TRIED to say something, but you need an A-to-Z to follow him, but, er...we got there.

What is he like?Yeah.

Can you imagine if he came in and saw you with that knife?

Frozen. Gripping it so hard, your knuckles go white?

I'm OK. You don't have to watch me.

Kenny knows that, but it won't stop him worrying about you.

I bet he's done it before. All the time.Yeah.

There must be some comfort in that. Not many of us can say we've got somebody out there worrying about us.

I CAN look after myself.No doubt.

Can I ask you a personal question?

If I can ask YOU one, yeah.

What do you do?When?

When you're not here... doing nothing.

I've done lots of things. I was a clown in a circus, I was a children's entertainer -

nobody laughed. I was a nurse in an old people's home - very similar to being a children's entertainer.

I wouldn't mind playing in the Premier League, but that's unlikely.

So why did you come here? Not fair. That's two questions.

My turn now.

If someone who loved you turned up on your doorstep, how would you recognise them?

I'm cooking chicken tonight.

Sorry, OK, all right.

Do be careful with that knife.

Marry us. Och, Malcolm, you're not serious?

You ARE the captain of the boat? Aye. You know I am!

A captain of a boat can marry a couple at sea, can he not?Well...

I don't know, Malcolm.

Maybe the captain of a ferry isn't a real captain?

Of course I'm a real captain!

Then do it!It's not really...

He's not a real captain. I AM a real captain! It's just I've never done this before.

Neither have I, so I won't know what a mess you make of it.Oh, well...

OK, then.

Right, well, where to begin?

What is it, Mum? I've got work to do in the shop. I need to get back.

I thought YOU should have this. It was yours and mine before you.

I saved it for the day you'd need it. And that day's come, hasn't it?

Oh...

What can I do?

Don't push so hard.

We are gathered here today... Can four people be a gathering?

Aye. Keep going...To celebrate the marriage of Malcolm and Ida...

who love each other and who wish to be bound together in holy...

It's not holy if I'm not a clergyman.

It's the matrimony that's holy, Gordon, not you.

Aye. I see your point. Matrimony.

Any idea what comes next?

Hi, Kenny.All right, mate. I've got to run. No, no, let it happen.

Let what happen?Whatever.

You said I wasn't in the back of the photograph. You're full of shit!

Probably.So why would I let her...? She can take care of herself!

But...Kenny, it's not your photo, it's theirs. Let it happen.

Why am I listening to you? You're not, but you know I'm right.

You'll go all the way round there and then decide not to interfere. I'm saving you the walk.

But what if he lies to her, she falls for it and gets back with him

and screws up again?

You can't control what other people are going to do. Stop trying.

Do you take Malcolm to be your husband, for richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in health, till death you do part?

I do.OK, then.

By the power vested in me...Gordon! Aye?

Me!Och, right. Sorry.

Malcolm...do you take Ida to be your wife,

for richer, for poorer, in sickness and health, till death you do part?

I do.Good.

So with the limited power invested in me, I pronounce you man and wife.

Well, you may kiss the bride!

I made a mistake.

More than one.

We were close to something. So close to...No, I don't think we were.

We CAN be happy together.I thought about that. I would have liked it.

I didn't want to hurt her feelings.

Please...Abby, please, forgive me.

Do you want me to beg? Is that what you want? I'll beg.

I forgive you.

Now leave.

You belong with Carolyn.

She needs you. I don't. But we can...

I don't need you. I don't want you.

I did, but now I don't want you back.We can start again.

I wouldn't know how to start again with you, Alistair.

Look, just go. Don't make me cry.

CHEERFUL WHISTLING OF BRIDAL MARCH

No!Help the bride and groom over the threshold.

Malcolm.Thank you.

Ida...congratulations!

What a comeback! Who's this, then? The wedding present?

No. I'm Peter.Peter's my son.

I never would have guessed! Come on.

It's all gone... I'm feeling like everything is out of control!

Nothing feels right!

Look...I've not handled this well.

I can see you agree. That's a good place to start.No, Alistair!

It's a good place to finish. I'm not done. It's unlucky, really.

Unlucky?Look, I feel bad, OK? I feel bad.

You've been a friend...A friend?! Aye.

This is the time to say nothing, Alistair!

I need to say what I came to say.

You're in trouble and I didn't try and help.

I won't be seeing Abby any more. ..I don't care.

I needed you to know that, so you didn't think I was doing something... for that. And I want to help you.

Look, Alistair, I have to admit, I... I'm surprised you've come,

and it'll take some time before I can look at you in the same way.

If you need money... I don't know how much it costs to have it done...

You just tell me how much you need. What?

For the clinic. You'll have to pay, won't you, to get rid of it?

I don't need your help.

St Andrews is too Sloaney. Too many English for my taste.

Glasgow looks good, but everyone expects you to go there.Aye. They've got great clubs in Glasgow.

You're not going to university to go to clubs.No, I'm going to study,

I'll have no other life apart from books(!) Some people think Edinburgh is better for art and music.

I should probably go and visit first before I decide which one.

You'll come with me, help me pick?

Oh, God, Mum! What have you done?

I'm just clumsy. Could you go and get me a towel from inside?

Are you OK?I'm fine. Just stupid. Are you sure?

Thanks for your help. I'm all right. Shall I call a doctor?

Maybe we should go to the clinic in Portree?No. I don't want a fuss.

I'll just sit here for a minute.

Stop watching me, Kenny. You'll make me cross.I'm sorry to disturb you.

I need your help with something.

What?It's quite hard to explain.

Can I just show it to you?

This is hacking me off, Kenny.

There it is.

I can see it now.

What is it?You have to come down here if you want to see it properly.

What?

There.

You can't miss it.

Look how big it is... how small we are.

Can you see it?

Yeah.

Just don't look down, Abby.

Cos if you look down...you'll fall.

Who's there?Dad! It's me.

Are you all right, son?Aye. There's some people I'd like you to meet.

May I introduce Mrs Campbell?

You haven't gone and done it without me?!It came over me...spontaneous.

Spontaneous? That's not like you!

Well, I haven't been myself lately.

Mrs Campbell...

..how do you do?

Mr Campbell, better than you can imagine.

You said "people"?Aye.

Peter!

Peter is my son.OUR son.

You're Ida's son?

Nice to see you.

I would have, er...liked to have seen you at the wedding.

Lizzie - God rest her soul - and I used to talk about it.

What a wonderful day that would be.

Our only son and all.

You'll see them settled, won't you? I will.

DOOR SHUTS He doesn't like me.

Course he does.

Do you have any disinfectant? Households by the bleach.

For cuts.You hurt yourself? For Mum.

Any gauze bandage? I can get some. How bad is it?

It's bad. She won't go to the clinic.You should get a doctor.

She won't let me.I'll have a look.

I'm not a doctor, but I was a nurse. You were a nurse?Yeah. Actually,

doctors are rubbish at dressing wounds. They never do it. OK, if you don't mind.Not at all.

You didn't?!What else could I do? They seemed so keen. They think they're married?

They wouldn't have thought I was a real captain if I didn't do it. You have to tell them.

Why doIhave to tell them? YOU did it.

I DIDN'T do it! That's the problem. Find a quiet moment, make an excuse.

Maybe if YOU told him...No!

So you're going to let Malcolm go through his life living a lie, living in sin? What kind of man are you?

Not as good a man as you are, because I know that you tell Malcolm the truth.

You could tell Murdo.Gordon.

No, he'll think I did it on purpose, to upset him.I could tell him that.

Oh, I can see you'll be no help!

I'LL handle it, since you don't seem to have the bottle to do it.Good.

What about Mary? Maybe...No!

You didn't do yourself any favours.

I don't need any help! Heather, why did you bring him here?

You're just as charming as I heard you'd be.People like to talk. Yes, don't they just?

There was a woman I looked after in the home where I worked, who talked ALL the time - nothing important.

The other women there didn't like that and when she heard that they'd turned against her,

she was very hurt. I said to her, "They need a bit of peace and quiet."

She sat there, in silence, and then she said -

"But I HAVE to talk. That's how I know I'm alive."

This is going to sting.

She sounds senile to me.

You think so? No, she was...she was quite lucid. Just, um...boring.

You seem to have caught the talking bug from her.

When you live on your own, it's nice to have others to talk to.

But you've got a lovely daughter to share things with,

so you wouldn't know.No. I wouldn't.

Well, it's a deep cut but it's clean.

It must have hurt.Aye.

There was a bloke in this home who was always hurting himself.

I didn't hurt myself! It was an accident.That's what I mean. Strange, isn't it?

He'd fall, break his wrist, laugh at the pain. Pain was his friend.

You see, that's how he knew that HE was alive.

It's going to need a few stitches.

It will mend without stitches.Yeah, probably. Just leave a bigger scar.

Was YOUR father nice?My father?

I don't think "nice" would describe him. He was a very hard man

who led a very hard life. He wasn't mean to you?No.

He was strict, but not mean. Different times.

Did he play darts with you?No.

He didn't "play" with me.

I mean, we did things together. Fishing.

Did a bit of hunting. We used to gather coal that fell off the coal ship into the harbour.

When the tide went out, we'd put our waders on and collect what we could find. A treasure hunt.

I remember how big his smile would be when we filled the sack.

I don't mind this, you know.

What's that?Playing darts with you.

So I've thought about it. And I've decided I won't keep it to myself.

So I'm going to let YOU tell him. That's a generous offer, Gordon.

Now, what would you like for supper? We've got bread and jam...

So you'll do it?

Well, no, we ain't got any bread.

We've got jam...and carrots.

Now, if I scrape the mould off the jam, it will be all right.

Or we could just have carrots. What a laugh it will be for you!

Oh, Gordon, you're the best, and to let ME do it! I mean, Malcolm's face is going to look a picture, innit?

Won't it just!You know what?

I can't do it.

You can't? Why not?

It's too good an offer. Oh, it's a world-class wind-up, Gordon. I couldn't take away your fun.

But I want you to have it - that fun. Because you're such a good friend.

No. No... It would be selfish.

I can't. You've earned it, YOU do it.

But, Kenny...No. I couldn't live with myself, Gordon.

Now, I'm going for plain carrots, I reckon. What about you?

I'm not hungry.

That's the Campbell tartan. Our family goes back 900 years.

You can only wear the tartan if you're a Campbell.

What's wrong?Nothing.

Good. We have a motto - "Ne obliviscaris". It's Latin.

I thought you were Scottish?We are. Then why isn't the motto in Scottish?

That's a good question.

What's it mean?"Do not forget." What aren't you meant to forget?

Who you are.It's bedtime.

Is my mum a Campbell, then?..Aye. And me?

No. You are whatever you are.

Dad! You can be proud of that, Peter.

He's a little boy, in a new place.

It's only the truth.

What's come over you?

I had no idea the woman had a child.

She's my wife, not "the woman"! And I don't see how her having a child changes anything.

I got used to the idea of you being with a foreigner,

but a child as well? What's come over YOU?

I forgot what a small-minded man you are, Dad!

The boy is not a Campbell, never will be.

And it's best he learns that.

To rush into marriage with a woman who has a child by another man,

and not even the decency to invite me!

Are you embarrassed by me, is that it?I am right now.

The boy's going to be part of our family, like it or not. I DON'T like it.That's plain!

When I was his age and afraid, you would take me aside and tell me,

"A Campbell wouldn't be afraid, a Campbell doesn't lie,

"a Campbell keeps his word."

Hundreds of lessons on what it is to be a Campbell. Lessons you needed to learn.Aye!

I needed to learn to be a Campbell.

So, to my mind, it's how I bring the boy up that makes him a Campbell,

nothing else.

There were three potatoes living together in a potato patch.

One was cute. FUNNY VOICE: "Hello. Do you think I'm cute?"

Yes! Good. And there was a nasty potato

who had a dark secret. What?

He wasn't really nasty. But everyone who saw him thought that he was.

So he tried to be nasty... NASTY VOICE: "I'm nasty!

"I'm mean. I'm the baddest potato on the planet." But he wasn't really.

He was just a simple potato

who tried to be nasty because that's what he thought that he should be.

And the cute potato was scared. "Ohh, I'm scared!"

And she was. And then the butch potato -

he thought he'd chase away the nasty potato to prove that he was butch.

"I don't like you, nasty potato! I'm going to mash you

"and eat you up." Potatoes eat each other?

Only the butch potato - he was a cannibal. Gross!

So they had a fight - bosh, bosh, bosh!

But the nasty potato stopped the fight - "I don't like fighting! I really don't!"

The butch potato was confused. He was butch, but not bright.

Bad combination.

Right, bedtime!Ssh!

"But I thought you was nasty." "I'm not really," he said.

So the cute potato watched all this

and she thought, "There's no reason to be frightened at all".

But butch potato was going to mash him, anyway - easier than he thought.

But he weren't really nasty!

"You're a mind-reader!" cute potato thought. So she stopped the fight

because cute potato was cute and clever.Good combination.

Yes, it is and she knew something that people forget -

that potatoes are good.It's the things they DO that are bad.Right.

Right, time for bed.Good story. Oh, cheers.

Head down, Bo-Peep.

Sweet kids.Yeah.

Got any leftovers? I'm starving. Yeah. Chicken in the fridge.

So, where are you from?

I'm living in Brighton at the moment. Before that?London.

..Do you have kids?

Do I...? One, yeah.Grown-up?

I guess.Hackney? When you were in London?

I lived there when I was married. But you're not married now?

No.

So why have you come?

The questions get harder. Why have I come? Lots of reasons, I suppose.

Why did YOU come up here? We're talking about you.

Maybe. But perhaps were talking about both of us. Let me guess...

Er...start again, clean slate. That work for you?

Yeah.Yeah, me, too.

I've...um...

I've been a coward for... many, many years. You get used to it.

One day you decide you don't want to be that any more.

The bravest thing you can do is to face up to your mistakes.

But habits die hard.

It takes time.

The chicken is magic, Abs. Hit the spot.

Take all the time you want.

Cheers. OK, I'm gonna have an early night.You can't get a late one round here.Had enough of those. 'Night.

'Night.

Nice bloke, ain't he? The kids like him.

I like him, too. He's cool, you know what I mean? Bit of a dude.

He's got that kung-fu master thing going on.

Inner peace and all that.Yeah.

How's YOUR inner peace going?

I'm best when I concentrate on the smaller things.I'm just the same!

Amazing how similar we are!

Time heals things.

That's a cliche, Abs. People heal things.

Yeah, you're right.

Eh? Say that again. That sounded good.

I'm pretty crap at picking men, aren't I?

Yeah. You suck.

Well, you said that out loud.

The truth sets you free.

Cliche, Kenny. The truth is a scary thing. It can lock you up for a long time.

Being scared is part of the ride, ain't it?

I'm trying to think...

Oh, steady. Proceed with caution.

I don't remember you ever talking about your dad before.

Nothing to talk about, really.

What was he like?He was a bastard.

A scumbag. A dead beat. I could go on, but it gets rude.

I thought you said you didn't know him.Well, I didn't, but...

No, he ran off when I was five...six...

Don't remember him. All I remember is him not being there, you know.

The kids won't miss Alistair.They will! Who will they make fun of?

That's a good point. Well, they can still do that.

You never missed him, then, your dad?

Nothing to miss. He was a bad man. End of story.

Kenny, what did you say to the kids?

"People are good. It's the things they do that are bad."

I was talking about potatoes, not people.Right(!)

SNORING

What are you doing, boy?

You snore.I don't!

You were asleep. How would you know? Don't bother me.

Why don't you like me? I like you fine.

No, you don't. You're like Mrs Watts on the 3rd floor. She didn't like me.

If you watched HER sleeping, she'd have every reason.She didn't like me because I'm from the Philippines.

Is that why YOU don't like me?

I said I like you fine! You said you didn't snore.

I snore.

Right, this is a list for the milk and newspapers.

Post Office stays shut but you CAN sell stamps.OK.OK.

All right, I'll be back tomorrow.

(Go and say hello. Remember what it was like when you were new.)

Hi. I'm Charley.

Hi, I'm Peter.

Carolyn?

She just left.Left?Aye. She's gone to Portree for a couple of days.

No!

Oh, no, please!

Mary?

Are you all right?

What have you done to her? I wish you'd never come.

I could kill for a cup of tea.

You OK?

I've caused so much pain to people, and I never meant to.

I'm sure it's not your fault. How do you know?

Well, I know more than I should.

I know that you were Kenny's neighbour

and he doted on you. I could always see why - the way you would smile,

the way you'd always try, you were never afraid to be weak or strong.

You were watching me? No. I was watching HIM.

It's not like it sounds.

I knew where he lived...

and there were days that I needed to know that he was still around...

..alive...

to make me feel...alive.

There are some people that don't MEAN to cause pain...

..and I know that you're one of them.

You have to tell him.

I know that, too.

Morning, Carolyn.Euan.

Um, the consultant will be along to see you soon.

How are you feeling?

Like shit.

That good?

We have to put a line in you to get you ready for...the procedure.

The consultant's nice.

You'll like her.

..I'll get a nurse to do this. I'm not very good at it.

Might turn you into a pin cushion.

Um...

it doesn't take long, the procedure.

They'll keep you in overnight to make sure there's no infection. No haemorrhaging.

You don't want to do this.

What else can I do?

I'm trapped.

You feel that way now... And I'll feel that way forever.

Look...I'm not you. I don't know what the right thing is.

I can't tell you what you should do.

Look at me.

Tell me it's what you want to do. I have to.That's not what I asked.

If it's not what you want, then you WILL be trapped forever.

Tell me it's what you want to do.

Go and get dressed.

I haven't had any breakfast... Have you?

Kenny?

All right, dude. What's going on? Not a lot. What's going on with you?

Bugger all, really.

We've got a lot in common, then. Seems like it. Oh...

ferry's in. It looks like we're about to have less in common.

All right, skip?

Can I have...a look at your guitar? Yeah. Course you can.

Don't really play.

No? We've got even less in common. We're drifting apart, mate.

I'm your father.

I came here to tell you.

I watched you for years. I didn't want to upset you.

I watched you grow up. Just hoped that one day we could meet again.

Piss off, mate.

Oh, now, where's he going? He's only gone and won another competition!

I've got a case of whisky for him.

Ida! Should you not be down collecting Peter?Murdo went down.

Murdo?Said he wanted to go himself.

He'll never make it back up the hill! Jump on.

See you. See you later.

Isn't that your dad?

I could show you the fish tomorrow. Great!

I've come to walk you home.

Good day to you, Douglas. Have you met Peter?No. I don't think I have.

He's my grandson.

How do you do?

Come on, then.

You can't go...not now.

I can't stay, can I?Yes, you can.

There aren't many things I can give Kenny...

things that count.

But I can give him this. Maybe you feel the same?

Douglas...Mary.Jerry!

I hadn't heard you were back.This afternoon. I've come for my son.

Is Helen with you?No. Thank you for looking after him.

GIGGLING That way, horsey!

That way!

That way, horsey!

Gordon!Malcolm.

Well...here we are.

I spoke to Douglas and we think we should have a party in the Raeburn to celebrate your marriage.

That's very kind of you, Gordon. Kind of me? Yes.

Hold that thought. In order to celebrate your marriage,

there's one small detail.What?

You need to be married. It's my fault. You see, well...

how do I say this? I didn't do the service properly, so you'll need to be married again.

We will?Aye.

That's grand! I'll tell Dad! He'll be over the moon! Gordon, thank you!

Ida, is that not wonderful news? It is.I'll go to him straightaway. He's over with Lizzie.

Your dad's here for you.

What does he expect from me?

A chance.

Being scared is part of the ride, Kenny.

Dad? I'm not married. I'm going to be - don't worry,

but we have to do it again. And I want you to be there.

I want you and Peter to be there by my side.

Dad?

Do you hear me?

Dad!

Wake up!

I've got news.

Dad?