All language subtitles for Monarch Of The Glen s03e03.eng

( shutter clicks )

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Hi.

Uh-huh. I hope there's
no film in that thing.

Nah. it's digital.

What do you want?

You didn't come
all the way up here

this early just
to take some snaps.

This friend of mine
from London phoned.

He wants to bring up a fishing
party for the weekend. 12 rods.

12? And what are you going to catch?

You know this river
is fished out.

I'm sorry, Archie, you're
going to have to tell him no.

I'll be saying no
to �20,000.

I have to think in the
long term. That's my job.

- Yeah, I know.
- 12 is far too many.

A couple of them
maybe.

It's not worth it
for the estate.

How about nine?

- I can live with six.
- Done.

Oh, one last thing.

- Smile.
- ( shutter clicks )

( theme music playing )

- Got your paper.
- You needn't do that.

No bother.

Thank you.

What are you
up to today?

Going to work. What are you up to today?

Visiting
my Auntie Liz,

seeing as I'm here.

Oh,
lucky Auntie Liz.

Whose cup is this?

- Herself from the office.
- Oh, dear.

I see troubled times ahead
for Stella.

Oh, shame! here.
What does mine say?

- Oh, Lexie.
- What?

This is much more exciting-
I see romance.

Love is just about
to walk into your life.

- any sign of the post?
- ( laughing )

What?

Your timing is
just way too good.

I have your breakfast
all ready for you.

I haven't
got time.

Lassie, you'll fade away.
Will you sit down and eat?

- I'll take some fruit.
- Fruit!

Duncan had a wee hamster,
ate more than you do,

- will you sit down?
- You're as bad as my mom.

- Somebody's got to look after you.
- I really do have to go.

I'll fry up a nice bit of
freshly cut salmon for your tea.

Fish fingers will be fine.
You don't have to buy salmon.

You're right there.
Sometimes the wee fishes

- just swim up the street and into my fridge.
- ( clears throat )

What?

That sounds fine.
I'll see you later.

- I'll come with you.
- I know the way.

Hold on. I have a wee job for you.

Archie: This is the cover
for the welcome pack.

"A sporting weekend
to dream of,

fishing in one of Scotland's
finest salmon rivers

under the guidance
of an experienced ghillie.

First class
home cooking,

and accommodation
at historic Glenbogle House;

transfers to and from
the airport. "

Great.

- But?
- No, it's excellent.

Good. nice to know
I'm not entirely useless.

Sorry.

Duncan, you're supposed
to be working.

While you're here,
can I check something?

Is there much poaching on
the estate? Salmon, I mean.

I don't think so. Golly
keeps it under control.

But there's over seven miles of
river. What is he, superghillie?

No. a small place
like this,

if somebody was poaching,
Golly would know all about it.

- Is there a problem?
- Obviously not.

Hey! It's love's young dreamer.

- Have you asked her out yet, Romeo?
- No.

- Playing hard to get?
- I saw her with Archie-

in the office.

Get away. In the
office? Where they work?

He was all over her.

Yeah, because they
got on so well.

You think
I'm being stupid.

But just look at the sort of
women that Archie falls for.

- Justine, Katrina-
- so Einstein figures

that because Stella is
brainy and skinny and-

gorgeous, funny,
sophisticated-

no way! Archie would
never be so stupid.

Would he?

Oh!

Yeah, this one
should do.

I think
this bed's okay.

Only one way
to find out.

Archie, can I
have a word?

In private,
please.

This letter, booking the
weekend, that says a party of 12?

I spoke to Golly and he said
he can only take six rods.

We can't afford to turn
that sort of business away.

I phoned your friend
and told him we'll take all 12.

Now do you want to tell
Golly or shall I?

If Golly says we can only take
six rods, I respect his opinion-

this is about generating
income for the estate,

that means it's my decision.

- You don't understand.
- Yes, I do.

Better than you it would appear.
I'll deal with this.

I thought there was
a shortage of fish.

That's why
I'm tagging them.

Do you throw back
everything that you catch?

Sounds like a waste of time to me.

It would if you don't know
the first thing about fishing.

Is there something
you wanted?

Yes. This fishing weekend
that Archie's set up-

there'll be
12 people coming.

No... Archie and I talked.
We agreed on six.

That was before he spoke to me.
It's gone back to 12, okay?

No, it is not okay,
actually.

This used to be one of the best
salmon rivers in the highlands.

It's been overfished for years. If we're
not careful, there will be no fish left.

But it's still all right
for you and Hector to fish

and maybe some of your pals
that want to make a few bob.

Excuse me? are you
accusing me of something?

No, I just heard how easy it is
to get hold of salmon in Glenbogle.

- That has nothing to do with me.
- Good.

So there's no confusion,
from now on,

the only people who fish in this
river are those who pay to do

- and have my permission.
- Hector: I think not.

I've fished this river for 60
years. I don't intend to stop now.

It's none of your business.
Golly runs the sport.

- Quite.
- Quite.

And I run the estate. From
now on, fishing is banned.

( cat meows )

( meowing )

( door shuts )

( meowing )

( growls )

That harpy. That gorgon!
That medusa!

She has the nerve to tell
Hector Naismith MacDonald

that he is not permitted
to fish in his own river!

- Molly!
- Finished.

Not if I have anything to do
with it. I shall continue to fish!

I meant my Perry Mason.

- What? - It's a wonderful whodunit
by Erle Stanley Gardner.

Never heard of him.
You sure he's an earl?

Not that sort of earl.
He's an American.

He wrote these books
about a lawyer-

Perry Mason, and his sidekicks.
Perry always manages to prove

that his clients are innocent,
despite what the police-

- Monty? Rommel?
- Hector?

I thought we were in
agreement about this weekend.

We do-

- Golly!
- Not now, Duncan.

Stella went
behind my back.

Give me a bit of time. I might
be able to find a compromise.

I suppose that's easier
than saying no to the lassie.

- Golly, I've got
to tell you- - what?

Stella: Golly.

I'm sorry, but the lassie insisted.

Morning, Craig. If
you're here for the fish,

you're luck's out,
I'm afraid.

No, sir. I'm on duty.
Ms. Moon says

you've been stealing fish.
I'm sure there's a mistake.

Stella: I saw him selling two salmon

- to the driver of the grocer's van.
- She means Big Alec.

You don't think it might
have been a better idea

to sort this out
amongst ourselves

- rather than going straight to the police?
- I did say that.

Stella: Where did you
get the salmon from?

That's my business.

If you're stealing
property from this estate

and selling it,
that's my business.

This is crazy. Golly has never
stolen anything from the estate.

Then where did you get the salmon
from? It's a reasonable question.

I can't answer that
and I shouldn't have to.

I took photos of Golly
handing over the fish

and the van driver
paying him �50.

- Come on!
- The money's in his pocket.

Golly?

You knew about this little
arrangement, did you?

Nope. Golly?

I thought at least
you'd be with me.

I am, but if you
could just explain.

Officer: I don't want to arrest
you, but you're giving me no choice.

You do what you
have to do, Andrew.

I'm sorry.

I've lost my card
with the caution on it.

I'll read it to you down
at the police house.

Okay.

How am I supposed to run a
fishing weekend without Golly?

The man's a thief.
Look. there you go.

Golly doing his bit to save
the estate's stock of fish-

just after he told me
he always throws them back.

What do you plan to do?
Take him to court? Sack him?

If he's breached his terms of
employment, yes, he's sacked.

Have you any idea
what kind of trouble

that would cause-
here and in the village?

I'll take that risk.

- You really don't understand how things
work around here. - And you do?

How long has Golly been running this
little scam right under your nose?

Come on. we've got
a weekend to organize.

- Will you not go home, Golly?
- Nope.

The thing is, I have to take
eileen over to your sister's.

I'm used to
my own company.

- But I'm not supposed to leave you.
- Andrew...

I'm not going anywhere.

If that's what you want.

I'll put
the answerphone on.

( door clangs )

- Liz: want an omelet?
- No, thank you.

Toast?

I'm fine.

- Have I done something wrong?
- It's not for me to say.

This is about Golly.
It's out of my hands.

You be careful,
my love.

He's well-liked
round these parts.

- is there no other way?
- No, there isn't.

Not if he's stolen
from the estate.

Oh, I'm late.

No Duncan this morning?

No.

You know, Golly's been like
a second father to the lad.

Yes, I gathered that.

I'll see you.

( hissing )

Oh, no.

If it was up to me,
I'd let him go.

He won't even
take bail.

- We're talking two salmon here.
- I know.

But someone's been leaning
on the superintendent.

If I don't play this
by the book,

he'll be down on me
like a ton of bricks.

How are you?

Andrew's looking
after me fine.

Lexie made this
for you.

- Is there a file in it?
- Hm, hard to tell.

Golly, what are
we going to do?

Seems to me the ball's
in your court, son.

Stella is the one
pressing charges.

I can talk to her,
but if you could explain-

I don't need to explain.
I've done nothing wrong.

There's obviously been
a misunderstanding,

but if I've got
nothing to work from-

- you saying you don't believe me?
- No.

What is this all about?

Archie...

it's about cutting me
down to size.

Anyone that might know
better than her, she wants out.

- One way or the other.
- That's ridiculous.

Is it? the thing that sticks in my
craw is that you're right behind her.

Hang on a minute. You accuse
me of not trusting you,

- how about you trusting me?
- I'd love to.

But I've just got
this sneaky feeling

that the one reason
you're here

is because you need
a ghillie for the weekend.

Mmm.

Kilwillie and I are going
to fish in the river.

We intend to catch
not one or two,

but several shoals
of salmon.

Badger here will
then sell them

for extortionist sums
to the highest bidder.

And there is absolutely
nothing you can do to stop us.

Good morning.

Hi.

How's Golly?

Not good.

He hasn't even started
your cake yet.

What's wrong
with my cake?

Let me guess.
You prefer my buns.

You know, if you ever fancy a nibble-

I'll head straight
for the kitchen.

But in the meantime, we've
got a ton of work to do

if this weekend's
ever going to happen.

So we collect the fishing party
at noon in the Land Rover...

no Land Rover.

Golly's got
the keys.

Okay.

And we take the party
to the river for lunch-

no food.

Big Alec's blacked
the estate.

Right.

And then we have
an afternoon's fishing,

but we have no ghillie.

You'll have
to cancel it.

Teach "Cruella de Vil"
a lesson.

It's my weekend,
and my contacts

and me who ends up looking
more stupid than ever.

- It really matters to you?
- Yeah.

It means that we can show her that
we can do something for ourselves.

Some hope.

There's still time.

( door opens )

Hector. the police-
coming. now!

Archie: Stella!

- What are you doing, father?
- Opposing the forces of tyranny.

The question is,
what are you doing?

Picking up the pieces,
as usual.

Congratulations.

I've been trying
to have my father

locked up for years, and
you've actually done it.

- Yes.
- And now you're calling the police again.

I'm not calling anyone. The
phone's have stopped working.

- Why?
- Probably the same reason

why my car had four
flat tires this morning.

Great. Just when everything
was going so well.

I can't even call my friends
to cancel the weekend.

What?

There's not much point in
them coming now, is there?

- We have no food, no transport.
- We can sort that out.

Maybe we can, but we still
don't have a ghillie.

- What about Duncan?
- He won't do it.

Let's ask him. Duncan!

Yes?

I was just passing.

Isn't that lucky? We were
just talking about you.

Duncan...
how would you

like to be ghillie?

That's Golly's job.

Yes, but he might not
be here this weekend.

I don't know much about
the fishing side of things-

don't put yourself down.
You're always doing that.

I see great things
ahead for you.

You're bright and ambitious.
You'll do a great job.

I can't.

Oh, please, Duncan.

As a favor to me.

- Okay.
- Great. thank you.

Archie: Grab your
waders and I'll give you

a crash course in fishing.

See? it wasn't that hard.

- Andrew: Will you accept a caution?
- Certainly not!

We demand to be
locked up.

If that's what
you want.

- I have to ask you some questions.
- Remember, Kilwillie,

name, rank, serial number,
and not a word more.

Can I have your name,
lord Kilwillie?

Kilwillie.

I need your full names.

Angus Errol...

( mumbles )

I didn't catch that.

Sharon.

My father was stationed in that
particular part of palestine.

- It's a man's name there.
- Good lord.

Sharon.

Address?

Kilwillie Castle.
Scotland.

- Do you have the post code?
- No.

Telephone my man. He deals
with that sort of thing.

And you,
Mr. MacDonald?

Hector Naismith
MacDonald.

Glenbogle House.

And I will not reveal the
post code, even under torture.

I have it here anyway.

Right, if you'd just
empty your pockets

and hand over your belts
and shoelaces,

you too,
Mr. MacDonald.

Both:
Really.

You're not going to get yourself
arrested too, are you, Archie?

No, I'm too busy
for that.

( reel whirrs )

What are we going to
do about your father?

I think he can
look after himself.

But he's banged up with the
hard men and the tough nuts.

The most awful things
happen in choky.

Knife fights, drug smuggling,
monkey business in the showers.

Glenbogle Police Station
isn't exactly Barlinnie,

and it's quite useful having him
out of the house at the moment.

I have a plan.
You know Occam's Razor?

The simplest solution is
usually the best one?

I have come across it.

I've found in this house,
the opposite usually applies,

but with the sword of truth
and the trusty shield of justice

I will release
the Glenbogle Three.

- It might be easier than teaching Duncan
how to fish. - ( glass breaking )

Don't forget, old man, stone
walls do not a prison make.

- Actually, old boy, I rather think they do.
- ( exasperated sigh )

What are you doing?

I'm trying to make
contact with Golly.

He'll remember
the old morse code.

Now let's try...
"hello, Golly. "

- � you're looking
swell, Golly- � - please!

This is no
laughing matter.

Now, "h"...

"e"...

- oh, damn, that's an "a. "
- Hector.

I can hear every word
you're saying.

- Can you?
- yes.

Excellent.
Just to tell you,

we're standing
shoulder-to-shoulder

with you in your
hour of need.

- Me too.
- Don't butt in.

- That's very good of you.
- Thank you very much, Golly.

Here we are.
Communication's established.

Right, this afternoon we
need to make up 12 bedrooms,

order and collect food
for two breakfasts,

two lunches,
and two suppers.

Clean the reception rooms
and restock with drinks.

- Have I missed anything?
- You might want to get the phone fixed.

Oh, yes. someone will
have to go to the village.

- You won't get much help there.
- But you could.

No, it's my
afternoon off.

- Hold on. I need you here.
- tough.

I can only run this place
with a bit of give and take.

You should have thought of that before you
had Golly arrested. You're on your own, hen.

What are
the most likely lies?

That the ghillie's
been taken ill?

No, you're
the ghillie.

Lies are where
you find the fish.

You look at
the head of the pool,

either side
of the current,

upstream of any
rocks or obstacles,

and in the draw
of the pool. you got that?

- Yeah.
- Good.

That is- no.

Right.

Let's start again
at the very beginning.

I'm supposed to be at rather an
important meeting this afternoon.

Chap from Tokyo. He's very
big in sushi franchise.

He wants a round of golf at
the club. What am I to do?

Cheer up, old man. There must
be a way out of here somehow.

What?
You mean escape?

Yes.

We could
build a tunnel.

You know the drill-
vaulting horse,

sand down the trouser
leg, bob's your uncle.

Which of us would
get to do the vaulting?

- I'm not sure my hip's up to it.
- Oh, poor old thing.

We could
disguise ourselves,

as Gestapo officers.

We might stand out
a bit in Glenbogle.

True, true.

We could always
build a glider.

- Are those the keys there?
- good lord.

You're a positive Houdini,
Kilwillie.

- Bye, Al.
- bye, Liz.

Ooh, miss!

- I want the word on the street.
- The word on the street?

- Hot fish. have you heard any whispers?
- Hot fish?

Don't think so.

Never mind. I've been doing rather well.

- But I need to shoot the breeze
with the filth. - I'm sorry?

The pigs.
The Glenbogle P.D.-

oh! must go. Got a hot lead to follow.

Down these mean streets
and all that.

- Oh! well done.
- Landing net.

Yes, yes.
There, there.

Steady, steady.
Don't panic.

- argh!
- Damn.

Got away.

Which is more
than we're likely to.

Ha!

You dropped these.

How did you do that?

Andrew never locks
the cells.

- Then we're free. - What happened
to standing shoulder-to-shoulder?

- I think we've made our point.
- And I appreciate it.

But there's no need
for you to stay now.

- Of course we'll stay.
- This is my fight, Hector. Not yours.

Nonsense. all for one,
and one for all.

What about my golf?

Who's side are you on?
Golly's or the boche?

( grunting )

Oh, god.

How's our new ghillie?

See for yourself.

Try again, Duncan.

( grunts )

How long
have we got?

Hmm, about 18 hours.

We'll just have
to keep at it

and hope that nothing else goes wrong.

( explosion )

- What the hell was that?
- Poachers.

Are you sure this
is the right place?

Salmon don't usually
leap this high.

There they are.

Hey!

No, no. let me.

You! stop!

You've had it now!

Just leave it,
mate!

I've got you, pal!

Duncan!

- They got away.
- No kidding.

( reel whirrs )

( door opens )

Stella:
Thank heaven we're back.

I'm dying
for a cup of tea.

( water dripping )

This place is completely
impossible.

Yes, it is impossible.

And uncomfortable,
out of date, uneconomic.

But then... you fall in love with it.

I'm here to do a job,
not fall in love.

Running Glenbogle
isn't just a job.

There's something
special here.

A way of life that's been
developed over the centuries.

It's organic.

You have to work with the
grain, not cut across it.

Which is just
a fancy way of asking me

to change my mind
about Golly and Hector.

You won't win in court tomorrow.
Stewart Usher, the sheriff,

he's an old friend
of the family's.

My father could rape and pillage
his way across the highlands,

and old Stewart would still
find there was no case to answer.

Hooray for the old
school tie.

The same goes for Golly
and Kilwillie.

How about it?
Drop the charges.

Let Golly get back
to the river

before there are
no salmon left to save.

No, if I do that,
that's me finished.

I'm not giving in
to blackmail.

If you want to look stupid
in court tomorrow,

that's fine by me.
Go ahead.

Let's just talk about
tomorrow, shall we?

There's no food,
probably no fish,

and with Duncan as ghillie, you've got
the clown prince of the gamekeeping world.

I'd be a damn sight more worried
about that if I were you, pal!

( knocking )

- Can I have a word?
- Yeah, sure.

It's very awkward for me,
you staying here.

I'm sorry.

My neighbors, my friends,
they're Golly's friends, too.

It's like I'm letting
them down.

You see
what I'm saying?

You want me
to leave.

Yes.

Right now?

Oh, no.
But tomorrow.

If that's
what you want.

I'm sorry, Stella.
I really am.

But you've given me
no choice.

There's nothing more to say
then, is there? Good night.

Good night.

Lex, I'm not
in the mood for all this.

Keep your eyes
closed.

You can open
your eyes- ta-da!

- Where did this come from?
- Well, here and there.

- How did you get it?
- I sold my body. That sort of thing.

Why?

Why do you think?
For you.

Thanks, Lex. I don't know
what I'd do without you.

I won't forget this.

Who fixed the tires?

Duncan did it
yesterday.

Well, I'll be
off then.

Where will you go?

I'll find somewhere.

- This week's rent.
- That's far too much.

I don't want you to lose
out because of all this.

Thank you
for looking after me.

You really made me
feel at home.

You take care
of yourself, eh?

I will.

Have you seen
Duncan?

Nope. sorry.

I need him to help
with my inquiries.

- He could be the missing link.
- Well, he's definitely missing.

I want the lowdown,
the inside track,

some info about Golly.
I'm relying on him.

Mother...

I'll find Duncan.
We'll see you in court.

( Jeffries speaking )

"... Lascelles Bank versus

MacDonald, Kilwillie
and MacKenzie. "

What's the plan
of action?

There is no plan.

Oh.

I don't think I can manage
another night in that bottom bunk.

- It's absolute purgatory for the back.
- Don't worry, Kilwillie.

Stewart usher will have us
released in no time.

- No, he won't.
- Why on earth not?

Stewart's not sitting today.
Last minute change.

Skullduggery in the chamber,
I bet. Who have we got instead?

- Phillip Jeffries.
- Never heard of him.

Here's his entry
in "Who's Who. "

Hector: Let's have a look. Where is he?

Grammar school boy.

He's a member of
the vegetarian society.

Scots nationalist?

And a former legal adviser
to Lascelles Bank.

- I smell a rat.
- Hector: nil desperandum.

Our advocate will make mincemeat
of these trumped-up charges.

- Who is our advocate?
- Me, of course.

How do the defendants plead
in answer to the charge?

Not guilty.

Not guilty,
and proud of it.

Not guilty.

( knocking )

Duncan!

Do you have any further questions
for this witness, Mrs. MacDonald?

Ahem...

what possible good
can the...

prosecution of these...

three men do?

I'm employed by Lascelles
Bank, the current owner

of all the assets
of the Glenbogle estate.

Dunc...?

What are you doing?
We need you.

Me?

I thought I was "the clown
prince of gamekeeping. "

Oh, you heard that.

What Stella said,
it wasn't fair.

It was in the heat of the moment
at the end of a very hard day.

( sighs ) That's what she thinks of me.

I was stupid enough to think
she might take me seriously...

and I let Golly down
because of it.

No, this is all
down to me.

I thought you could do a job
it takes a lifetime to learn.

That's not what I'm saying.
I let Golly down.

He's locked up because of me.
This is all my fault.

There is a way
you can help him.

Do you wish to call any more
witnesses, Mrs. MacDonald?

Could we have
an abscess?

- ( scattered laughter )
- Do you mean a recess?

Yes.

I was hoping that there might be
one last piece of the defense jigsaw.

- Is the witness here?
- Not entirely.

We've spent enough time
on this matter already.

Oh, dear.

If there's no further evidence, we
can wrap it up without further ado-

oh, wait.
He's here.

Would you take
the stand, dear?

Have you got any idea what's going on?

Not the foggiest.

"... will be the truth,
the whole truth,

and nothing
but the truth. "

There's something you
want to tell us, dear?

The fish that Golly
sold to Big Alec...

he got them from me.

- You caught them, dear?
- Mrs. MacDonald-

you must not call
the witness "dear. "

Sorry, dear.
You were saying?

My auntie Liz,

- she gave me the fish.
- Did she catch them?

No.

Mr. Badger, that works
at Kilwillie House,

he's soft
on my auntie Liz.

Badger?

Molly:
So, he gives her fish?

- I think that's lovely.
- she says...

"he doesn't say it with flowers,
he says it with fish. "

Why couldn't Golly
have told us this?

Because
if Lord Kilwillie

found out that Badger
was taking all those fish,

he'd lose his job.

And then...
there's Mrs. Badger.

Does he give her
fish, too?

No- that's
the problem.

Oh-

so Golly was just doing
your aunt a favor?

Yeah. he knew that she
was strapped for cash.

He was just
helping her out.

He'd never let her-
he'd never let anybody down.

Ms. McSweeney?

Do you wish
to cross-examine?

No questions.

Do you propose to call any
more witnesses, Mrs. MacDonald?

Yes, I'd like
to recall Golly.

Jeffries: You're still under oath.

My husband and Kilwillie, how
would you rate them as fishermen?

Rate them? er...

well, they both over the years
have had a lot of practice.

By which you mean,
they're pretty hopeless?

Golly:
No, no...

what I would say...

is that they give the salmon
a sporting chance.

According to Stella Moon,
my husband and Kilwillie

went to the river and caught
two salmon in 20 minutes.

Do you find that
surprising?

Yes, a little.
As far as I know,

neither gentleman
has caught a single salmon

in the last...
five years.

Molly: Can I ask you
to look at exhibit b?

Molly: According to Stella
Moon, these are the salmon

that my husband and Kilwillie
caught in the Glenbogle river.

Do you have any reason
to doubt that?

These are farmed salmon.
You can tell by the tails.

Is it possible that
Hector and Kilwillie

could have purchased the
salmon from Big Alec's shop,

and then pretended
that they'd caught them?

I don't know about that,
but these...

they've still got
the bar code on them.

Molly:
I rest my case.

Jeffries: Thank you, Mrs. MacDonald.

Ms. McSweeney?

No further questions.

I dismiss all charges
in this case.

( applause, cheers )

Quiet!

I should not let
this moment pass

without a word to the
prime mover in this case-

Ms. Moon.

I take great exception

to this kind of petty
and vexatious litigation.

You have wasted the court's
time, and made yourself

look thoroughly foolish
in the process.

I would advise you
in the strongest possible terms,

not to do it again.

This court is adjourned.

Hector: It wasn't my
salmon being poached,

- it was yours, Kilwillie.
- I had rather gathered that.

Molly: Now, Kilwillie,
go easy on Badger.

I will, but I can't
vouch for Mrs. Badger.

- No hard feelings, I hope?
- I don't know, my dear.

My good name's been sullied,
dragged through the mire.

But you were found
not guilty.

Yes, and now
it's public knowledge

that I haven't caught
a salmon in years.

What about me?

Stella?

Hay fever.

That would be
the heather.

Here.

Thank you.

Better?

I should think
I'll get over it.

Have you come
to put the boot in?

No, it's not
my style.

No, it isn't,
is it?

Lots of people
would have.

I should have listened
to you, Archie.

I am so sorry.

I just thought I was doing
the right thing.

And look where it got me-
humiliated and homeless.

Yeah, I heard...

that you and Liz
had parted company.

Where are you
going to go?

You're not going
to leave us, are you?

We've got
a long way to go yet.

Well,
I thought about it,

but I don't give up
that easily.

It's not my style.

( Stella laughs )

I'm just
moving house.

Where to?

Good question.

Hector: We met the
barbarian at the gate,

and put it aflight.
A toast to independence day.

All:
Independence day.

And Molly, old girl, didn't
know you had it in you.

All that legal
mumbo-jumbo?

Oh, that was
Perry Mason.

But never mind
about me.

The real hero
of the day was Duncan.

There you are.
Been waiting on you.

Let me take a photograph
of the two of you.

Lexie, I hear
you've been doing

heroic work getting things
ready for our guests.

- Happy?
- Yeah.

So are we going
to celebrate?

That's what
we're doing.

I could think
of better ways.

Look, Lex,
this is a working day.

Could you make up
another room, please?

I think the one is the
blue corridor is free.

This house is taking in
more paying guests

than a Parisian knocking-shop
on Bastille Day.

This isn't
a paying guest.

Then, who is it,
if it's not-

hi.

( sighs )

Do your predictions
usually come true?

About half of them,
I'd say.

Trouble is, I have no idea
which half it will be.

I've got a faint idea.

Coffee?

That woman threw me
into jail,

now you invite her
to live with us.

Have you taken leave
of your senses?

Stella has come to help save
Glenbogle. We might not like her style

or her way of doing things, but
she's the only chance we've got.

Either we help her or we can
say goodbye to our home forever.

- That might be a price worth paying.
- You don't mean that.

Don't I? for centuries,
we MacDonalds have fought

against the invaders
and put them to flight.

Not now, though.
Not a bit of it.

Hundreds of years of proud
tradition thrown out the window.

There is also a highland
tradition of treating visitors

with courtesy and good manners.
At least we owe that to Stella.

- Oh, really-!
- Can I join you?

Oh...
yes, of course.

We were...

just going in
to... dinner.

It's good to have
you back, Golly.

( bagpipe playing )

She's so...
so...

out of your league?

( sighs ) Join the club. Come on.

Do I know
these people?

They're here
for the fishing.

Oh. I suppose you're going
to have them locked up?

If the one in
the red dicky bow

plays footsie with me
one more time,

I'll do more
than lock him up.

Ah... I recommend

the claymore
hanging in the hall.

That's if he survives the
food, of course. Ah, Lexie!

- Can I serve you, madam?
- Yes, please. what is it?

It's your favorite...

poached salmon.

( theme music playing )

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