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Mortality.No. Way too complicated.

What, knowing you're going to die is too complicated for you, is it?

No, it's going to be something like...sex.

That would get MY vote.

Well, you're young, you don't realise you're going to die yet.

I've got matches.I don't need them, Gordon. I'll rub sticks together

like I learned as a boy scout. You were a scout?No, but if I was,

I'd have learned how to do this. It's not easy.

How hard can it be if 10-year-olds can do it?

Couldn't it be both?

It could, but if we agree, that's not half as much fun.

What could be both?

What drives us on, helps us through the day.

What are the choices?

Well, at the moment, we've got mortality and sex.

That's what you're talking about?

Yeah, we've done Beckham, so, as we were here for Mary's birthday,

mortality just popped into my head.

Greed.You would say that. I'm sticking with sex.Heather!

Greed drives most people.

Greed and sex are close relations. Well, it's incest, really, innit?

Having trouble with the fire?

No, as it happens. Fine. He's trying to get a merit badge.

I've got matches. I don't need matches, thanks.

I don't think greed and sex are related.

Think about it, Douglas.

How many times have you read about

greedy, rich men with zipper problems?

They see women as a prize.

What a load of sexist rubbish. Here we go.

Pay attention. See how good she is at this.

Only cos I've known you longer. Besides, it IS rubbish.

Oh, all right. So, there's never been a woman who sees a rich man

and decides to nail the thick wallet in his fat arse?

There may have been one. May there have been?

Fear?

The offspring of mortality, I'm afraid.Yeah, you're right.

Will you stop agreeing with me? Don't worry, he'll be the only one.

I want my scallops. We'll never eat.We will.

Not if you don't use matches!

So, what are we arguing about, exactly?What makes us tick.

Oh.

So far, we have, er... mortality, sex, greed and fear.

We should argue about how to light the fire.I still think it's sex.

Heather!Those the choices?So far.

Why can't it be all of them?

It could be.

But that wouldn't be so much fun.

Oh, right! I didn't realise it was supposed to be fun.

Pick one. MATCHES RATTLE

No!

Love.

It survives death, it's stronger than sex, doesn't depend on greed...

..overcomes fear.

Think you're so smart, don't you?

No, thanks.Coffee?No, nothing for me, thank you.Are you sure?

Aye. He's sure.

OK. If you're sure.

If you wouldn't mind leaving us for a moment.

Oh, of course.

How silly of me.

I'm sorry.

Unless, of course...

No. We're fine.

Aye. Of course.

She means well.

So, it's normal, then?

I mean, as much as depression and erratic behaviour can be.

Aye. Postnatal depression affects quite a few mothers.

It's a hormonal chemical imbalance that can sort itself out naturally.

I can give you a prescription to ease things.

Aye, OK.

Will I have to stop breast-feeding?

It depends on the medication. I'm afraid you do with this one.

OK.

Can you think of any pills to calm my mother down?

I don't think I've anything for that.That's expecting too much.

Don't be too hard on her.

I see young mothers all the time who have absolutely no support.

That's a prescription I CAN'T write.

Fair enough.

Carolyn?

We both have to keep the wellbeing of the baby in mind.

If you feel like you can't cope...

I would never hurt Isla!

You can call me day or night. D'you understand?

Thank you.

I'll make sure the health visitor steps out to see you. OK?

Abby's not a schoolteacher, is she?

She's helping Mary. Won't be for long.

It's been weeks.

Peter needs to be in a proper school with a proper teacher.

Don't be too hard on her. I've got nothing against Abby.

Wouldn't know it from listening.

But she's not a teacher, and that's what my boy needs.

Please speak to Mrs Raeburn. It's not right.

I'd better get this down to Gordon before he sets off.

Will you speak to her? Aye.

Get some nice, flat stones.

Put them on the fire and get them hot.

New Chinese in Portree.Really?

Fellow from Yorkshire opened it. Chinese bloke?No, from Leeds.

We got loads of crabs.That's it?

We can get more.After school!

Come on, lunch is over.

Oh, aye, they do curries as well.

I miss a good curry.

You've tasted nothing till you've had baked crabs and scallops on a wood fire.

And Greek.Hey, Abby, take a look.

What do you think Mr Crab's thinking about - love or mortality?

WHISTLING

You're late.Aye. Wouldn't want to disappoint you by being on time.

There'll be a fellow from McCaul's farm

waiting in Portree to collect it.

Is, er...that what I think it is?

How do I know what you think it is?

Is it...you know?

I'm no closer to knowing what you think.

Well, is it bull...juice? Aye.

For artificial insemination.

That's what I thought. So, what's in the container?I already told you.

It says, er, "liquid nitrogen".

To freeze it.

That's a hazardous chemical.

Aye.I can't take hazardous chemicals on the ferry.

I see.Rules are rules.

It's my job to make sure they're respected.Aye.I'm sorry.

That's grand. I'll speak with Mrs McGowan.

Tell her why we lost the contract to McCaul's farm.

Bloke will be waiting, will he?Aye.

She needs stability. I understand - stability.

Just keep an eye on her, make sure she's all right.

I understand.Don't overdo it.

No. Of course not.

I mean, I don't...as a rule.

Ready, Dr Talbot?Aye.

Have I ever mentioned to you about my glands?

Busier than bees in summer. Good day, Mary.

And to you, Malcolm. Happy birthday.

Thank you.

It's nice to speak to you.

ENGINE STARTS UP

If Ida should ask if we spoke, be sure and tell her that we did.

We need more wood.

I'll get some furniture from the pub.Couple of stones.

Come on, Robbie, I'll get the table, you get the chairs.

"Stability and support." That's what he said.

Sensible advice.

Have you asked Jerry this evening? No!Why don't you?

I want a pleasant evening. You should ask him.Can't see why.

Alistair has to come back to support Carolyn.

It's my fault he left, but she needs him, at least for now.

Jerry knows how to find him. I won't ask Jerry any favours.

You can, but I'm not. Aye, well, I will.

He won't help. Aye, he will.

He'll laugh in my face.

There's no point being righteous, no point at all.

You need to make a gesture.

YOU need to make a gesture.

Not me. You're being stubborn.

He's given me no reason not to be. Is Carolyn's wellbeing a reason?

A compromise?

You ask him. I'll do the rest.

Good.

I hear you're leaving tomorrow.

Not much more I can do here, is there?

It's gone better than I could have hoped.

Didn't hope high enough, did you? What do you mean?

Built a bridge. Kids know who I am.

Abby talks to me. That's exactly what I mean.

No ambition. That's your problem.

You're going to lecture me on ambition?Yeah.

You're a tourist. That's what you are.

An emotional tourist. Turned up, seen the sights,

ticked them off in your little guide book...and then you sod off.

And I thought you were here to add something to their little lives,

when in fact you were only here to draw a line through your own guilt.

Nice one.I'm not doing that.

Charley - tick.

Alfie - tick.

GEORDIE ACCENT: Ooh! I feel so much better.

They haven't got room for me. They've got you.

We're not talking about fitting ten people into a mini, you know.

Children, they...they've got very elastic hearts

and there's always enough room, always.

It's when we get older, that's when it starts getting all brittle.

Jerry!

Hello, Jerry.What could you possibly want from me?Nothing.

We're cooking on the beach this evening. For my birthday.

Happy birthday.

Thank you. Do you want to join us?

Love to have you.

Scallops and crabs. I'm making a salad.

Aye. OK.

Thanks.

Good, that's grand. I'll see you later, then.

Um, I have to get started. You and Douglas can talk.

Um, it's um...

Jerry, I...

This is difficult.

I need to get a hold of Alistair to convince him to come back.

Hey.Hey.

Douglas sent me out to get some nice flat stones for the fire.Oh.

What are you doing?

Thinking about you.

Can't have been here long. There ain't much to think about.

We're just having a laugh, aren't we?

You're not cutting yourself up, are you?No, I was just thinking,

well, I am having a laugh, and I didn't want you to get...you know...

Cut up.Yeah.

Right. It's nice of you to worry about me.

That's just me. I'm nice.

Probably a mistake, then?

It wasn't what you were looking for?

No.

But it'd do.

No, it was better than that.

It wasn't perfect.

I'll keep looking.

You want to look, too.

Come on.

If you don't cook them long enough, we'll all be sick.

I can recommend the moo shoo pork.

Anybody for more?No, thank you.

You didn't have any faith, Gordon. Look what you missed.

I fancied a Chinese. No offence, Malcolm.

Mary, did Malcolm speak to you? Aye.

Good.

Right, come on, do it now.

Mary!

Ta-da!

# Happy birthday to you

ALL: # Happy birthday to you

# Happy birthday, dear Mary

# Happy birthday to you. #

Thank you very much.

How old are you?

Charley!39.

That's why I love him!

You see? Why do we lie about our age?

Mortality.No, Kenny - vanity.

No, we don't want to deal with the shortening of our days, Mary.

I hope Celtic run away with it again.

They say the weather'll be fine tomorrow.There you go.

Rather talk about the weather than the fact we're all gonna die.

Cheers!

Nothing new in that, Kenny. The weather's always changing.

Don't you ever think what your epitaph might be

or all the things you wanna do before it's all over?

We haven't drunk enough for that. What d'you want your epitaph to be?

"He talked a load of rubbish."

She asked ME, Jerry, but yours is good.

Give us a minute. I know what Douglas's would be.

"He talked a load of rubbish." No, Jerry. You had that first.

"He never lost faith."

Aye, that's Douglas.

That's lovely, Mary. I'd want my epitaph to be something like that.

What about you, Gordon? "He talked a load of rubbish."

Och, I don't know. That about sums him up.

"He sailed a true course."

I would be proud if it WERE that.

Anyone would.Abs? What would they carve on yours?

There's something to think about.

"She reached for the stars and hit the moon."

"She was a lousy shot."

It'd be cheaper.

Thought of yours, Kenny?

I'd be dead already, so I wouldn't get a chance to choose.

You wrote it down before you died.

I had an illness, flesh-eating disease, they chopped my hands off.

You whispered it in someone's ear on your death bed.

No, I died alone.

No, a nurse was changing your bedpan and you whispered it to her.

Was she blonde?

If you want! Come on, what would it be?

"He meant no harm."

You want a beer, Robbie, before I take them up?

Aye. That would suit me.

No, thanks, Douglas.

I admire you coming up to face the things that went wrong.

I came up anyway. You're doing more than that.

Nobody's perfect.

That might be my epitaph.

Yeah, well, we all need help to do the right thing.

At least, I do.

Kenny's been a good friend, you know...

..to give you that push.

Aye, we all need a good friend to help us do the right thing.

Night, Jerry.

Thanks for coming. The beer was free.

Aye.

I don't think I want much more before I die -

work hard, give you things that make you happy.

I don't know what it would be.

"I found him." That would be mine.

"They got old together."

That would do me.

Not much poetry in it.

Aye. There is.

Night, you guys.Night.

Sleep well.

Mum?Yeah?School was fun today.

Thanks.

Didn't make him stand in the corner today, then?

You know, you might be right about that mortality stuff.

Well, don't sound so surprised.

You get in a rut, don't you, living day-to-day?

Forget about the things you really want to do.Mm.

D'you remember what you wanna do?

I wouldn't mind being a teacher.

Never really thought about it before.

The last few weeks... have just been great.

I mean, I know I'm not very good at it. But I think I could learn to be.

Well, it's not easy. I mean, I had a teacher. Huh, Mrs Eaton!

D'you remember her? Oh, man!

Loved shouting at people. You know, really moody cow.

Humiliating kids was her favourite thing -

pushing kids down instead of lifting them up.

She never bothered learning how to be a good teacher.

Yeah. Well, I think I could learn to be.

Yeah, but you already know what she could never learn.What?

Teaching's an act of love.

Mortality loses again.

Abby?

Look, I'm really shagged. I'm gonna go get some to sleep.OK.Night.

Hiya.

Yeah. Hi.

Um...

Well, it was good coming here.

Yeah?

I'm, er...glad I did it.

And, er...well, I realise I took a chance

and I don't wanna overstay my welcome.

I'm sure Kenny mentioned it.

He didn't mention anything.

Right. OK, then, well...

I'm just not sure, you know...

..what else really is here for me.

What do you want me to say?

No, you got this wrong. I...don't want you to say anything.

I just came to tell you I figure it's best if I go home tomorrow.

Why?

Heave away.

Is that Skye over there?

No.

That's Ronansay.

Come on, Peter.

In you go.Oh, Mum!

I've moved Petal into the home field for grazing.

OK.Did you manage to clear the irrigation run-off in north field?

Thank you for that, Malcolm. For what?

I knew you asked me to do something

and I worried that I forgot and you'd be cross

but now you've just reminded me.

I'll get on with that right away.

BELL RINGING

Breakfast.

Thanks a lot, see you soon.

Could you tell me the direction of the school?School?Aye.

I'm looking for Mary Raeburn, the teacher?

Aye. Fine teacher. Why do you need Mrs Raeburn at the school?

If you don't mind me asking.

It's official business. Ah, official business?Aye.

Just need to know where it is.

If it's official business, I should escort you there myself.

That's not necessary.It is, if it's official.I'll be fine.

Yes, but we don't want you getting lost doing your official business.

I don't imagine I'll get lost.Yes, well, let's not take that chance.

Right, can anyone think of any common examples of friction?

A match?Very good, Charley!

The tyre of a car on a road. Excellent, Peter!

You and Kenny?

There's a corner free.

Man here to see you on official business.

A gentleman to see you...MARY.

Sorry to disturb you, Mrs Raeburn.

That flu was bad this year, wasn't it, MARY? Half the class still ill?

Um...yes.

A wonder we're not all in bed, the way it's running through the island.

Worse than '86. And it was bad then.

Yes, Alfie?

I need the loo, Mrs Raeburn.

Why don't we take a break?

Yes!

I'll let you get on with that official business, then...MARY.

Thank you...Gordon. Aye. I'll just get on.

Lots to do.

Douglas! Mary! Mayday!

What is it, Gordon? You've been rumbled!

Education official is here. He's at the school now.Oh, no.

Did you send that form with false names?

They weren't exactly false names.

This is no time to split hairs.

Aye. Well, we didn't have five names - they'd close the school.

I'd better sort it.You can't!

Why not?Well...he wanted to see Mrs Raeburn at the school.

I knew Douglas had sent the form in when he shouldn't have.

I knew Abby was teaching when she shouldn't be.

So I...had to think fast.

That doesn't sound good.

What did you do?

Charley and Alfie...?Wallace. They live at the B&B.Right. At the B&B.

How long has Peter...?Macasaet. I think that's how you say it.

That's a mouthful.Yes.How long has he been a student here?

Well, um...he joined us at the end of last summer term.

So, a little over a year.Right.

One-room school. Don't see them much any more, do you?

My daughter has 30, maybe more, in her class.

And different ages as well?

Yeah, that can be a challenge.

But, on the whole, they're a good bunch.

You must love it.Yes, I do.

Peter lives on the island?

Yes, of course. They all do. Well, they would, wouldn't they?

Yes. Bit of a silly question, I guess.Yes.

Where does he live?

Campbell Farm, north of the village, on the hill.

He lives with his mother, Ida?

Yeah, that's right. And Malcolm. Campbell?Yes.

Campbell Farm. So, stands to reason.You'd be a good detective.

Yes. OK, then.

You've been a great help.

I bet my daughter would like going to a school like this.Would she?

Well, there's always spaces...

Well, when they're sick, like they have been, there are always spaces.

Hi, Mary! Hi, Mary!Hi, Mary!

Hi.Everything OK?

Fine.Thanks again.Pleasure.

No problems, Mary?No.

Can't help you with anything?No.

Lot of community involvement here as it's so small.It's no bad thing.

No, it's not. Is it?

Ferry's leaving. Better hurry. Can't be late.

Is there a later one? I've a few more things to do.

No bother. I can wait.

He didn't mention Hamish?

No. He didn't ask about the ones you made up.

He wouldn't have to if he already knows Douglas lied.

What DID he want?

He just asked about Alfie, Charley and Peter.

I wouldn't have thought it would be any more than an open prison.

Campbell Farm?

Aye. I'm looking for Ida...Mackasayit?

Macasaet. Means "devoted servant" in that Philippine language.

That's what Peter told me.Is she here?Aye, she's busy with the bull.

Don't know how long she'll be.

Depends how randy the bull is.Oh.

Must have been randy.

That's her?Aye.

I'll get her.No. That's OK.

She looks busy. I'll catch her another time.

Suit yourself. Come on, come on.

I don't know how to talk to them.

You worry too much about it.

I'm a stranger...

..to them.

You're pretty odd to me an' all. Thanks.

Alfie!

Talking...Alfie! ..is the key to mental health.

You are emotionally constipated.

You need to...phwwrrrtt!

Phwwrrt! Blurt.

Come on. Time to get a haircut.

Mum!Yes.

You are thinking too much.

"Paralysis by analysis."

Mm.Eh?

Come on.

You better not cut my ear like last time.

Can't I get a good haircut in Portree or something?

No, I'm not paying for a haircut.

Anyway, I do a good job, don't I?

No. You're rubbish.

Hey, remember Luci?

Who's Luci? His real name was Luciano.

We used to call him Luci. Didn't we?

Oh, yeah... Who could forget...Luci?

Who's Luci?Luci was the nicest bloke you'd ever want to meet.

He was a barber, round the corner in Hackney, near the estate.

He was a top man, wasn't he? Yeah, top man.

But, unfortunately, Luci was also a crap barber.

Crap!

Yeah, he was. Terrible. Worst haircuts known to man.

Worse than my mum?Oi.

Yeah. Abs is Vidal Sassoon compared to him.

Who's he?Kind of a famous barber.

Yeah. Go on, Robbie. You tell it better than me. Go on, mate.

Go on.Tell what?

So, Luci is a crap barber, but everybody loved him.

No-one had the heart to tell him he was rubbish.

You'd sit in front of the mirror,

thinking, "My God, I've just been butchered!"

Then he'd give you those sweets.

They were jaw breakers -

big, round purple things, the size of a golf ball.That's right.

Filled your mouth right up.

Everybody liked going there cos you couldn't get them anywhere else.

Yeah? Loved 'em.

Could you take two? Sometimes, three.

Cool. Depends on how bad the haircut was.

You cut hair as well, Mrs Raeburn?

Oh, bad case of nits in the school. Aye, nits...

Had to keep half the class home. I thought it was flu?Nits and flu.

If it's not one, it's the other.

Regular epidemic. Ferry's waiting.

MOUTHS

Gordon'll explain it to you later.

What happened to Luci? Yeah, carry on.

Uh...nothing happened to him.

It's just a story about how Luci was such a top geezer,

that everyone got their hair cut by him...even if it was crap.

The whole estate had bad haircuts - kind of a bad-haircut club.

And nobody cared? Na.

Right, you're done.

Did you have a bad haircut? Bad? I looked like a pillock.

You did?

Yeah. Was he really Italian?

Yeah. From Naples. Where's Naples?

Um...Mr Richardson?

Carolyn!

Hi.

I don't have an appointment, but you said if I wanted to see you.OK.

Richardson? Richardson? Oh, he cancelled.

Great.

Are you OK? How are you feeling?

Much better.Good. Really well, actually.

And Isla?She's gorgeous. No bother at all.That's good to hear.Aye.

So...why did you want to see me?

I just wanted to. I've been thinking about you.

I just wanted to say thank you for being so kind to me

and for listening. I don't know...

I feel so much better when I speak with you.

I don't feel like you're judging me.

I wanted to say thank you.

You're welcome.

How are things with you?

Um...busy.

I can imagine. Well, I mean, I don't really know, but I can imagine.

Because I don't really know you...

but I feel like I do.

Um...

I'm happy you're feeling better

and I appreciate you stopping in to tell me.

I just wanted to see you.

I'm glad you did.Are you?

Yes...yes, of course.

Um, Carolyn...I'm sorry.

I just wanted to see you.

I've been thinking about you.

And I just get so lonely.

I have another patient to see.

Oh...

BABY GURGLES

It just came out. You shouldn't have.

If he found out... He didn't.

I can't believe you went along with it.I didn't have much choice.

It'll come back to haunt us. Mark my words.

He didn't seem that interested. He checked a few details.

He was just going through the motions.

We've nothing to worry about.

This is all because Douglas lied on the forms.

Cheers!? Make it my fault.

Makes a change.Why can't you just give him credit where it's due?

Gordon saved your bacon. Admit it and thank him.

Thank you, Gordon.

Thank you, Gordon.

Mary?

No! I'm not saying something I don't mean.

Being grateful's not in your nature, is it?

That's not true!

Handsome is as handsome does.

Well, I think we should rename it the Gordon Macphee School!Kenny!

Thank you.Pleasure.

Right, I'm gonna go and tuck the kids in.

Yeah. Lost track of time, man.

I'll do it, Kenny. I told them I would.

Cool.

Bye.Goodnight.Goodnight.Night!

Night off!

Beer?Aye. That would be grand.

Do you want a glass?No, thanks.

They make me feel less anxious.

Means I can't join you, I'm afraid.

BABY CRIES

Oh, sorry.No bother.

I remember what it was like.

Hey!

There you go.

Is that better? There now, eh?

How's that? Huh?

She's a sweet wee thing.Aye.

Who's that?

That's Jerry. He's your daddy's friend.

You've cheered her up.

She's got the sweetest little crooked smile.

She's got Ally's smile.Aye.

You've got to kiss ME first and then him,

and then me again cos I'm so lovely.

Are not.I am, too! Goodnight.

Night.Goodnight.Goodnight.

Is there gonna be a story? Not tonight.

Can't Kenny come and tell us one? Not tonight.

I'll tell you one.

ALL: You will? Yeah!

I guess. Why not?

He made up a brilliant one today about a barber.

How did you know that was made up?

Cos you and Kenny didn't live on the same estate, did you?

No.

So, you didn't get a bad haircut.

Oh, I had plenty of those.

It was still a good story.

Good luck.

Go on, then. Start.

Right.

Ah, maybe not tonight.

There was a witch in the woods...

There was? Yeah.

She was the ugliest witch you ever saw.

Hey, you're right, there.

I never saw an uglier one.

Did she eat children? No.

Yeah. But only little girls who think that they're lovely.

No, she didn't. Why not?

Because...children... don't taste good.

What did she do, then?

She made people lost and when they went into the woods to find her,

they didn't know where they were. Couldn't find their way home again.

They could, but it was a long journey.

The woods were so dark, it was hard to find your way out.

He walked and walked.

It took years.

It was a magic forest and anyone who entered forgot who they were.

He even forgot he was looking for the witch.

Yeah.

He forgot everything.

And when he found the road out...

..he had forgotten why he was looking for it.

But it was a road,

so he took it...

and he followed it.

And it led to bright sunlight...

and the witch and the forest were gone.

The man began to remember who he was

and what he was before the witch and the forest.

And he carried on walking down the road...

..wondering if it was the road home because it looked familiar.

And people began to recognise him.

What happened then?

YOU'RE telling the story.

It goes up to Malcolm's. Be careful with it.

It's that gear he uses to freeze...you-know-what.

How's the old bull going?

Randy little devil and Malcolm is filling his pockets. Mind you...

he's nearly paid Marjorie back the money she lent him.

Hazchem?Aye.

And he's making loads of dosh?Aye.

It's gotta be worth 20 quid -

risking my life, taking it up there, seeing as it's...

Hazchem.More like a tenner. It is YOUR life we're talking about.

I'll talk to them. You've dug a deep enough hole!

So, you won't be naming the school after me?Why the police?

I'd get your toothbrush!

The boy's in the school.

Can I look at the court papers again?

They're all in order. You've seen them.

Aye. I'd like to see them again.

Morning, Yvonne. Can I help you?

Morning. Are you well? I'm not sure. What's this about?

It's a police matter.

So I see. To do with the school? It's not your business.

Bit of an awkward one, Mrs Raeburn.

She's not Mrs Raeburn! Why wouldn't she be?

Mrs Raeburn's blonde.

The poor man's very confused.

Abby's my assistant. She's taking the class.

If it's about the names on the school register, I can explain.

This should be good.

It's not to do with the school, Mrs Raeburn.

Why don't you ask...Abby... to come outside.

Then, what IS this about, Bill?

How many can you see?

Can I speak to you outside?

Yeah...

Copy the sentences from the board, OK?

Why are they being arrested? Who's being arrested?

They are not being arrested. Ida and Peter.

Oh, I filled the forms in.

It's not about the forms or the school.

Well, what's HE doing here?

Are you an education official or not?You should answer.

I don't have to answer your questions.

Constables...I'd like to make a citizen's arrest.

He passed himself off as an official when he's not!

Did you misrepresent yourself?

Don't be ridiculous. I never said I was an official.

You're here on official business.

It's only officials who do that! Back me up here.

You're interfering with the police.

I have an "in loco parentis" responsibility to the children

and you have an obligation to tell me what this is about.

Well done, Mary.

Everyone calm down! They are not being arrested.

They're being detained for the court to rule

on the custody and repatriation of Peter Macasaet

who's a Philippine national.

You're taking him away from his mother?

Yvonne, Bill, don't do this. We have a court order.

It's for the court to rule. Our hands are tied.

Is he an official or not?!

No. Mr Stuart is a private investigator.

Acting on behalf of Peter's father.

It'd be easier if you brought Peter out.

We don't want to disturb the other children.

Don't do it, Abby! He's interfering!

Douglas, there's a court order.

If you try to stop us, I'll have no choice. I'll have to arrest you.

I'll go and get him.

Peter, Alfie, come with me.

Right, now, listen to me very carefully.

Why's she taking so long?

Where is he?

Oh, I'm sorry. He's not here.

It's those nits. You can't keep a boy in school if he's got nits.

Do you want to see my picture?

She's got a sweet, crooked smile.

Carolyn says it's just like yours. Hard to know.

It's been so long since I've seen you smile.Hey!

I've got to get back to the boat. They both need you NOW.

I'll send money to them.They don't need money. They need you.

I'd do anything to be with my boy.

All you've gotta do is go home.

How hard is that?

I signed on to work this run. I can't let them down.

Don't talk to me about letting people down.

Your boat's over there.

I brought my gear. I'll take your place.

Why are you doing this?

I'm your friend.

PHONE RINGS

Hello?

Douglas is on his way. They've got a court order.

Come on!

£20?!

What, too much?

Aye. £10.

I did risk my life bringing it here.

Malcolm! Just a minute, Ida.

Now!We have to hide! Why?

I don't know. Abby says! Peter, come inside!

They're coming to get them.Who? The police!

Police?

Give us a fiver. Pay me later. I've gotta go.

Kenny! You can't go! You have to help!

When I said I was leaving him...

..he told me I would never take Peter from him.

He was three years old.

He said I was a thief.

He said I was a prostitute.

Were you?

Malcolm...?

Do you have to ask me?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

When he began to lie about me...

..I thought I would lose Peter,

so I ran away.

We stayed with my cousin in Glasgow.

I never thought he would find me.

Not here.

And then, I met you...

..and all my troubles disappeared.

I didn't want to bring them back by telling you.

Get Peter.

Colin!

Take Ida and Peter out the back, to the shed in the north field.

Wait for me there.Aye.Good boy.

Nancy!

Are you there?

Mr McGonahay!

Nancy!

Nancy, we have to get up to the farm. Malcolm's in trouble.

HUBBUB

What's going on?

Keep to the left, keep to the left.

Douglas! Malcolm's up at the farmhouse.

Right. OK, Bo-Peep,

let's stop them here.

Go round, get in front of them and stop them wandering off. Go on.

Can you two not walk any faster?

Malcolm...put the gun away.

They come on my land, I intend to use it.

Move them out of the way.

I don't think so, mate.

We've been stuck here for hours... maybe even days.

I can't for the life of me figure out how to move them.

Tell him to move them!

Can you move them, please, sir?

Certainly, Officer.

OK, girls, they want you to move. Come on, let's go.

See? They just will not co-operate with authority.

Which makes me believe they support Millwall.

Oh, for goodness sakes! Come on!

I'm protecting my family.

If they see you with a gun, there'll be nothing we can do.

Talking's not going to solve this.

Come on!

It's Bill and Yvonne. You're not gonna shoot them.

Well, I'll shoot the other one.

Give me the gun.

Leave me alone, Douglas.

I'll do what I have to do.

Malcolm! Don't be so stupid.

If they see the gun, they'll bring more police who'll bring more guns.

Listen to Douglas. Give him the gun. No good can come from this.

Let him have it!

He knows what I mean.

Look around you, Malcolm.

Look at us all. We're all standing by you.

Give me the gun,

you ignorant, pig-headed man.

Where are they? Morning, Bill.

Morning, Yvonne. Morning, Malcolm.

Get off my land.

We're here to see Ida and Peter Macasaet.

Get off my land.We've a court order. Let us do our job.

No.

We'll have to arrest you if you obstruct us.

They're not here.

Of course they're here.

Anyone seen Peter and Ida?

ALL: No.

No.

Can't even remember what they look like.Malcolm?

They're not here.

You're not going to believe them?

They are obstructing you. Arrest them!

All of them, Mr Stuart?

You've done your job. They're not here. Hands are no longer tied.

Aye.

Malcolm...

if you see them, let us know.

Aye.

I imagine you can expect another visit.

Thank you for your help.I'm gonna report you two to the court.

That's your right, Mr Stuart.

Now, I think we ought to get off the man's land.

Bad penny.

We'll be together. I promise.

Soon.

Peter, watch your mother.

Come on, let's go. Let's go.

It's not fair.

I know.

Why do they have to leave?

Cos it's the best thing for now.

We all try to hold on to the things we love, don't we?

Sometimes you gotta go away before you can come home.

Don't we?

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