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We'll need identification of the body.

Get somebody onto that, Charlie.

Not the best day in the world for it.

Not exactly of our choosing.

Uh, it's just that everyone in Strathcroy

had been up all night at the big dance.

What? Including the deceased?

More than likely, I'd say.

- Everyone. - Oh, everyone?

Is that a fact now?

How long's the body been in the water?

Not more than a couple of hours.

What did you think? Accident, was it?

Too early to say.

Henry.

Henry, what's it to be, muesli or porridge?

Good morning, Mrs. Aird.

You'll catch your death without a coat.

Oh, nonsense, Edie. It's a beautiful day.

You should let me do your shopping for you.

Oh, Edie, don't fuss.

The weather's much too good to waste.

Oh, no.

- Good morning. - Hi.

How are you?

Violet Aird. Visitors from America.

- Oh. How do you do? - How do you do?

- Nice to meet you. - Nice to meet you too.

- Smile please. - Hello. Oh.

- We're going to Gleneagles. - Are you?

Well, I hope the weather lasts for you.

- Excuse me, Isobel. - Oh.

That's great. That's good.

- Bye, bye. - Goodbye.

- Bye. - Bye.

Do you and Lord Balmerino actually own the village?

Oh, not anymore.

The estate is mostly rented out now.

The moor has gone to a grouse-shooting syndicate

run by Edmund Aird.

You've just met his mother.

Any connection with Aird Electronics?

Yes. It's his firm.

You might meet his wife. She's from your part of the world.

Right. I'm off.

Midday flight.

OK. Well, take care.

- I love you. - You too.

Do you mind taking Henry to Edie's house?

No, if he's ready.

Great.

- Henry. - Henry, come on.

Bye, sweetie. Mwah.

Have a great day.

- Have a good journey. - Thanks.

Come on.

Bye.

Love you, baby.

See you this afternoon.

Here. Henry, get me the office, will you?

Hello, Balnaird.

Hi, mummy.

Well, hello, Henry.

- You okay? - Yes. I'm doing very well. How are you?

I'm fine.

- I love you, mummy. - You have a great day.

I love you, sweetie.

- Bye, mummy. - Bye.

Morning, Vi.

Hello, Archie.

Oh, feeding the 5,000?

Uh, well, the tourist season is upon us already.

Oh, indeed. I just met them.

What would my father have thought, eh?

Lord Balmerino running errands? What's the world coming to?

He'd probably have said, "My son's a blooming idiot."

Bye, Vi.

- Vi. - Oh.

Oh, let me drop you home.

No. I'm fine, Verena.

Nonsense. This shopping's far too heavy.

Actually, I have a favour to ask you.

Oh? Well, what's it this time?

Library petition, off-road horses?

Agnes and I are planning a dance for Katy's 21st.

A really big one, with a proper band

for the reels and highland fling.

A disco for Katy's London friends. A marquee.

Heavens. When's this to be?

September, I thought, the 16th.

The day after my birthday.

So, the dance can be your birthday party as well.

Oh, I always have a picnic, up by the loch.

Hm. Personally, I always find the loch rather gloomy, don't you?

Well, I find it beautiful.

The loch's very special.

I'm inviting everyone.

The Blaires, the Ferguson Crombies,

the Melbournes, Lord and Lady McCliston, I hope.

Then there's you, of course.

- I thought you had a favour to ask me. - Yes.

I want to send an invitation to Archie's sister.

Pandora? But...

But she was long before your time, surely.

Yes. We are newcomers after all.

We've only lived here 10 years.

Look.

Vi, my dear, I wouldn't dream of asking personal questions,

but, well, Pandora's name comes up from time to time,

and there's this stiffening.

I assume there's some ancient scandal

but nobody will say anything.

You Scots are so frightfully well-behaved, aren't you?

In public, anyway.

Oh, are we? Biscuit, Verena?

You're doing it now.

Look, this is a little awkward.

It seems that Lord and Lady McCliston

met Pandora at some gallery in Monte Carlo

and took quite a shine to her.

Well, I've rather given them the impression that...

Pandora's coming to the dance.

They'll definitely be expecting to see her.

And I rather hope that you...

Certainly not.

She hasn't been here for nearly 20 years.

I really don't think this is a very good idea, Verena.

Yes. Well...

Alexa's still living it out in London, is she?

Hi.

Can we join you? My name's Martin.

Hi.

I'm a designer, fabrics and textiles.

- Really? - Yes.

Hope you didn't design that tie.

Come on, Alexa. We're going on.

Hurry up, Alexa.

There's a stack of logs to split. I best get on with it.

I hate it when the change over is on the same day. It's such a rush.

And the silver needs cleaning.

I'm good at that.

I'll give you a hand later.

Won't be long.

Hi, Alexa.

Uh, remember me? From the nightclub.

Hm, no.

Oh, great.

- Darling, tea. - Yes.

I'll, um... I'll put it down here.

Leave it, darling. I'll do it.

Oh, it's all right. It's really not that heavy.

Here you are, Neil.

Thank you.

I recognise this face.

Possibly. It's my father.

Aird? Edmund Aird?

Yeah.

Of Aird Electronics, yeah?

Yes. I don't usually tell people.

Oh.

I'm impressed.

And, uh, this must be your mother.

No, no, no, no. That's my stepmother.

My--my mother died when I was really young.

I'm sorry.

-Um... -Well...

Look, um,

thanks for the drink.

I better get going.

Not at all.

Thanks very much for bringing my address book around.

I'm sorry I was so rude on the doorstep.

That's all right.

Not the first time I had a front door slammed in my face,

nor the last, I should think.

- Goodbye. - Um...

I was just gonna get myself something to eat.

You could stay for some supper,

if you like.

Well, uh, thank you.

Yeah. I'd like that very much.

Here we are. Just in time.

I think that's your bus over there.

Just a moment.

It's been lovely having you.

- Thank you so much. - I do hope you come back.

It's so nice.

- Oh. - Oh. Hello, dear.

Isobel?

Verena.

The new brochures.

Ah. Rather good.

- Don't you think? - Yes.

"Stay as a guest in a private house.

"Experience the hospitality and grandeur

"of Scotland's loveliest homes.

"Meet as friends, the ancient families

who live in them."

We're not an ancient family, Verena.

Ancient enough,

as soon as they hear Archie's a lord.

Archie's grandfather had a factory.

No need to go into that, dear.

Ladies and gentleman,

this is Lady Balmerino,

- How do you do? - your hostess for the next week.

Why don't you all have another cup of tea?

And I'll tell Lady Balmerino about the slight change of plan.

Now, Isobel, the thing is,

your two chaps have had really rather...

Oh, excuse me.

Verena Steynton.

- Uh, Mrs. Steynton? - Yes?

- It's about your marquee. - Oh, yes.

Now, we shall want your largest marquee.

September the 16th.

Oh, good.

Next Wednesday at 11:00.

Excellent.

Goodbye.

I've been meaning to tell you,

we're giving a dance for Katy's 21st.

Everyone's coming.

Lord and Lady McCliston.

I hope you and Archie, of course.

And Lucilla must come.

Well, I don't know about Lucilla. She's still wandering about Europe.

She may not be back before the end of the summer.

I think you have to be a little firm, Isobel.

Katy had odd ideas too,

but I told her the year in Switzerland

and the secretarial course came first.

She could do anything after that.

They're children, dear.

Oh, yes.

And I'm thinking of inviting Pandora.

Pandora?

I don't think that's a very good idea.

What on Earth's the problem?

Everyone behaves as though

she was some sort of social outcast.

Nonsense.

She and Archie were very close.

So tell me, what's all the fuss about?

You knew her.

How would you describe Pandora?

Pandora was...

the most beautiful creature I've ever seen.

Full of life, high spirits,

dazzling.

Sounds like the perfect party creature.

Good.

- Mr. Samada. - Hello.

It's Edmund Aird.

Good morning, Mr. Aird.

Listen, as my colleague explained to you when you met,

we both have a deal awaiting signature in Malaysia,

but we need a more positive reaction from your people.

Well, we've been very flexible on that point.

Now, we both have the figures.

I think we should settle this without delay.

I can be in Kuala Lumpur on, uh...

Friday.

- On Friday. - Very well,

I believe I can bring new proposals to the table.

Good then.

Good, on Friday. I'll see you then, yes.

- Goodbye. - Bye.

George, I'm flying out to meet Samada.

I've told them they have to improve the deal.

I've been leaning on them as hard as I dared.

Yes, I know that.

The point is, so do they.

Malaysians like to speak to the boss. It makes a difference.

If you say so.

Jane, the conifer investments,

can you get out all the correspondence on that, would you?

And make fresh copies of everything,

including the accountant's breakdowns.

And, uh, mark one to the attention of Lord Balmerino.

Oh, and get on to Temple Hall School.

I want to speak to the headmaster at home.

Tell him it's urgent.

Edmund.

Look, I understand you stepping in on the Malaysian deal.

I couldn't swing it and you saved the day and I'm grateful to you for it.

But the supercomputer is my special field.

I've been in it from the beginning.

Well, we had to act fast.

Do you realise how many millions are riding

on this particular set of signatures?

Yes. I prepared the figures, if you recall.

I should have taken the Malaysian meeting.

Look, I'm late for a meeting, George. We'll settle it later.

That's exactly the problem. You're never here.

Edmund, you can't take on everything yourself.

The company needs you here.

I happen to own this company, George.

I'm fully aware what it does and does not need.

Thank you.

Daddy, what's a supercomputer?

Well, that's, uh-- that's rather difficult to explain.

But, basically, they all compute at an unbelievable rate.

But even that is all old hat now.

It's all Pentium technology now.

Pentium? Oh, I learned about that in school.

Good.

Here, put that in the car, would you?

You know, he's really coming along very well.

I'm not sure he's getting enough stimulation at his local school.

When I get back, we'll look into that whole question of boarding school again.

But you know how I feel about that.

Yeah, but think about the boarding schools...

Edmund.

Boarding school. Boarding school.

Boarding school.

Wow.

I don't really have to go

to boarding school, do I?

Try not to worry about it now.

I'll talk to your dad when he gets home.

If dad bought you a supercomputer,

you could ask it to do millions of things.

It sort of breaks down the questions into little bits,

and all the bits get put back together at the same time.

It's magic.

Henry, it sounds very clever.

I'm going to come up and see your computer in a moment,

but I just want to have a word with your mother.

OK.

- Virginia. - Yeah?

Are you all right?

Oh, yeah. Yeah.

You know, with Edmund gone all the time.

He mentioned, uh,

boarding school for Henry again.

I guess we have to have a proper discussion.

Discussion? With my son?

Oh, dear.

Would you like me to try and...

No, no, no. I can handle it.

It's just that,

even after all this time, I--

sometimes, I still feel... I feel like an outsider.

You're about to see another of Strathcroy's favourite lost causes.

Although it seems help is at hand from the grouse syndicate.

The village church.

Archie's grandfather built it, but it's about to fall down, I fear.

Oh, dear.

Oh, there's no need to worry.

I don't think it's likely to collapse this very minute.

Hello, Virginia.

- How are you? - Mm. Fine, thanks.

- Is Edmund home? - No, he's not.

He's away on business. Kuala Lumpur of all places.

Oh. Well, I wonder if you could give him a message for me?

I've had a letter from the grouse syndicate.

What letter?

Well, they're offering to cover the cost of the church rewiring.

Really? How marvellous.

Yeah. That's great.

Well, no, I'm not entirely happy about it. In fact,

I mean, the grouse syndicate is a commercial activity.

We have to ask ourselves what they want in return.

Well, I'm afraid you'll have to talk to Edmund when he gets back.

No. Uh, I mean, I really rather had enough of the grouse syndicate

behaving as if they own the place.

Which, in a way, they...

Which, in a way, they do. Point taken, Vi.

Um, anyway, would you thank Edmund for his offer?

I wouldn't like him to think me rude.

Well, I'll mention it to him. Although, I don't know what he'll say.

Thanks. Well, I'll see you soon.

Vi, can I give you a lift?

Oh, I think I'll walk. Thanks.

Right. Oh, right. Well, is Edie not with you today?

Poor Edie has got rather a lot on her mind at the moment.

Remember her cousin, Lottie?

Oh, heavens, yes.

That awful woman used to work here for a while.

Used to snoop around hiding behind doors, smashing the crockery.

That's the one.

Dotty Lottie, we used to call her.

I must say she gave me the shivers.

I had visions of her rushing in with a carving knife.

Oh.

Lottie, that's getting on everyone's nerves a bit.

Could you not stop it, now?

I like the sound it makes.

Nice to see you, Virginia.

- Bye-bye. - Bye.

- Archie. - Something on your mind, Vi?

You ever hear from Pandora?

Occasionally.

The odd postcard, you know.

Verena Steynton's planning to invite her to the dance.

What? She can't do that.

If she does, who'll tell Edmund?

Well, she won't come so there's no point in discussing it.

Archie, it's been 20 years.

You were so close once.

Can you honestly say you don't want to see her?

Verena said something to me which actually made sense.

She said,

"You Scots are so horribly well-behaved."

Don't you think there's something to be said

for actually blowing up once in a while?

No. Lord, no.

Heat without illumination is not very useful.

Bye, Vi.

Go on out. I'll feed you later.

Hello? I'm back.

Hello.

You're early.

- Mm. - Mm.

- I don't wanna get butter on you. - Mm.

Hey, that looks good.

Where's Henry?

Not back yet.

Good. I wanna talk to you.

I didn't come directly home.

I went down to Temple Hall to see the headmaster.

- Why? - Ooh, to talk things over and

get things settled.

What things?

What things?

Temple Hall can take Henry in September.

As a boarder?

Well, he could hardly attend as a day boy.

I can't believe what I'm hearing.

What?

You had no right to go there without me.

Henry is my child as much as he is yours.

And you go sneaking off behind my back without even a word?

I did not sneak off and I'm telling you now.

Well, now it is completely done.

Look, Henry goes back to the village school in two weeks.

He's getting on really well there.

He's made great friends.

Edmund, did you even think about that?

Listen, the place came up at the very last moment,

- so I decided... - You decided?!

Why do you always make the decisions?

Oh, because I always have, I suppose.

Look, you have always known that I don't want Henry

to go away to school. Not yet. He's too young.

I went.

Oh, yes. I know you went when you were 8 years old,

but why should he? It's barbaric.

It's crazy to send little kids away from home.

Look, he can go to Strathcroy until he's 12,

then he can go away to boarding school.

But not yet, no.

But why mark him out as an oddity?

I know that American kids seem to...

This has nothing to do with being American.

This is what any normal mother feels about her child.

It is you who's on the wrong track, Edmund,

but you could never even admit that possibility, could you?

You're just thinking of yourself.

No. I am thinking of Henry.

Henry's just 8 years old.

He's barely out of the nursery.

He needs his home. He needs us.

Of course, it'll be hard on Henry.

It's hard on all of them. It's competitive and tough.

And the sooner they realise that, the better.

In my view, Henry's far too dependent on you.

- I'm his mother. - Yes,

and you're behaving like a spoiled child,

and maybe that's my fault.

I think it's time you damn well grew up!

Bull shit!

Quickly, everybody.

Get inside. That's it.

Now, you said you'd like to see

the countryside at another time of year.

Well, this is how it looks in September.

You know, Archie, you could put all this on video

make your life a whole lot easier.

Good gracious.

Well, this isn't just old family stuff.

I'd forgotten what was on this roll.

Who's that?

Ah. Well, now.

That's my sister, Pandora.

Reservations. Can I help you?

Yes.

I'd like to book a flight.

Your first flight to London in the morning.

Passenger's name, please?

Name is Aird.

Virginia Aird.

Will you be paying by credit card?

Yeah.

Arrgh!

It's all right. It's all right. Shh.

It's just a nightmare.

Shh, shh.

It's all right.

It's all right. Shh.

Ohh...

Come on, Lottie. Let's get you to bed.

Come on. Come on.

Don't forget, your cousin, Edie,

is coming to take you home tomorrow.

Come on, Edie. You're getting so fat.

No wonder that you can't keep up.

What do you keep that rubbish for?

Edmund Aird.

I wouldn't sleep easy in my bed if I were him.

And Pandora,

the wicked bitch.

What are you talking about, Lottie?

I know what I know.

That woman's no better than a murderess.

- Mr. Cocklin. - Hello?

We will not go into unfortunate matter of the misprint.

That is behind us.

But this...

What's that, madame?

You have printed the invitations on the wrong side of the card.

Are you awake?

No.

- Oh. - You are now.

I'm gonna get you for that.

Look what I got.

What's that?

An invitation to a ball.

Great.

You gonna go?

Hm, No, I don't think so.

Why not?

Because I don't want to go without you.

You haven't told them about me, have you?

- You little ratter. - Maybe not. Maybe not.

They couldn't cope with it.

Well, you're not trying, are you?

I know that.

What's the problem?

It's just...

They wouldn't approve of me, would they?

I don't believe this.

It's just there would be a full-scale inquisition,

that's all.

Would you come?

Tribal dances on the grass moors?

I'd rather shoot myself in the foot.

Lovely.

Letter from Lucilla.

Oh, good.

I hoped there would be.

And the stiff one, hand-delivered,

looks like a summons for the queen.

That must be Verena's invitation

- to the dance. - Then two more of the same.

One for Lucilla and another for Pandora, to be forwarded.

I told Verena it was not a good idea.

Open Lucilla's letter That's much more important.

"Darling, mum and dad...

"just to let you know I'm fine and having a great time.

"I'm travelling with an Australian boy called Jeff,

"a sheep farmer farming around Europe.

"Might nip down to the Riviera to see if Pandora's still there.

"I'm bit short of cash. Any chance of a loan?"

And there's a bit about a Matisse exhibition she went to.

Well, farming around Europe.

- Sheep farmer. - Hm.

Might be worse, I suppose.

I wish she'd come home.

Who?

Lucilla.

Oh, yes. Of course.

Well, I'll get a cheque off to her.

Don't you understand, Archie? I'm having a baby.

I can't believe you won't help me.

Did you ever think of anyone apart from yourself?

- Virginia. Hi. - Hi.

Here.

Excellent. Oh, let me help you.

Come in. Come in.

I didn't even know you were in London.

A spur of the moment thing. I decided to do

- a bit of shopping. - A bit?

You got half of Knightsbridge in here.

Oh, wow. This is gorgeous.

Yeah.

How's fa?

He's fine.

I thought you'd given up?

Oh, I have, I have.

This is temporary.

I've been a bit frazzled lately.

You all right?

Yeah. Sure.

Oh, sorry.

Hello?

Oh, hi. Um...

yeah, uh, look, Friday night,

I'm really not sure what I'm doing at the moment.

I didn't mean to pry.

So, um, when did he move in?

A couple of weeks ago.

Is it serious?

I hope so.

Well, you better tell Edmund before somebody else does.

Men can be terrible gossips.

Actually, I was gonna ask. Could you tell pa and gran?

Would it be really difficult for you?

No. Vi takes everything in stride. And

as for your father, at the moment,

I don't really care what he thinks.

I knew there was something wrong.

Here I've been banging on about my love life.

Oh, it's all right. We've just come across

a cold war situation at the moment.

Oh, God. That isn't why you're here, is it?

No. I'm here because I wanted to cheer myself up

by taking it out on his credit card.

It'll sort itself out.

Edmund's made up his mind.

And when pa makes up his mind,

it's like talking to a brick wall.

He'd be more human if just once in his life

he really screwed up and had to admit he was wrong.

Let's have some of this wine, shall we?

Edmund, anything wrong?

Hm.

Just thought I'd drop by, have a chat.

Well, I'm sorry you didn't feel you could accept our offer of help.

Forgive me, Edmund, but your colleagues are businessmen,

not a charity. What's in it for them?

You're an obstinate bastard, Archie. It isn't a syndicate.

Do you think they give a damn about what happens in the village,

all they're concerned about is the grouse shooting.

The church rewiring was my idea.

I was thinking of you. I talked to them into it.

Good PR I said. And you made me look stupid.

- Well, I'm very sorry. - Well, you should be.

You're hardly in a position to be so choosy over the offer of a gift.

Well, now, that's an interesting thought, the role of gifts.

A Trojan horse can come in many shapes.

You were always a stubborn bastard, Archie.

I didn't think you were a fool.

I'll be on my way.

Edmund, I'm sorry, I'm being unfair.

If the offer still stands...

It does.

Oh, and...

I meant to give you this.

Take a look at it.

I value your opinion.

Heart of a plantation.

Well, now, one of those get-rich-quick schemes

for absentee landlords, is it?

There you go again, jumping into conclusions.

The tax loophole was closed years ago.

This could be real local benefit.

Will you at least read it?

Oh, I'll read it.

Good heavens. What was Edmund doing here?

- And what's that? - Looks harmless, doesn't it?

But I think it's a Trojan horse.

Oh, right. That's the new Recluso film, isn't it?

Did you like it?

Neil. I didn't hear you.

Virginia, Neil Keeling.

So, this is Neil.

- Hello, Virginia. - Hello.

My stepmother.

You're welcome to the dance, though.

No, 'cause I'm gonna hate it out there.

'Cause of all those wide open spaces,

and the gale-force winds, and men in skirts.

You know, I can't cope with that.

Long prayers and lots of Scots.

The sun has been known to shine, hasn't it?

Berkeley Square, please.

I'm gonna get my hair done.

- Bye, sweetie. - Take care. Pamper yourself.

- Thanks. - You will come, though?

Only if you save me a tango.

- Uh... I promise. - You heard her.

She promised. You heard that, didn't you?

- Evening, Mrs. Ishak. - Hello.

Listen, I'm in a bit of a hurry. I need a bunch of flowers.

You know, the sort of thing my wife likes.

Of course.

- Mr. Aird. - Hm.

I've seen you around the village, but you're always in such a hurry.

Never had a chance to have a chin-wag.

Yes.

Remember me? Lottie Carstairs.

I used to work for old Lady Balmerino for a while.

Yes. Uh, yes, of course, I remember you.

I was there when Lord Balmerino was getting married.

Well, that, uh... that was all a long time ago.

What times they were, eh?

You're still married to Caroline,

and Pandora buzzing about like a bee after honey,

and then running off.

But then she was always a bit of a bad penny.

You and I know that.

Don't worry, Mr. Aird, you more than anyone...

Sorry, Mr. Aird, I couldn't find any paper.

Oh. That's all right.

Just put it on the account, will you?

I think...

Oh, it's a wee bit chilly tonight, Henry.

Would you put a match to the fire.

Henry? What is it?

Do you think Edie is going to be all right?

I don't think Edie is in actual danger.

Lottie.

Lottie!

Ah!

Just slipped out of my fingers.

I'll be at boarding school on my birthday.

Won't be the same without you.

I don't want to go.

Mummy doesn't want me to go either.

She'll miss you.

They both will.

They've been quarrelling.

I know.

How do you know?

I may be old, darling, but I'm not stupid.

And your father is my son.

And I'd like to shake him sometimes.

Did you get a dress for the dance?

Yeah.

And I got my hair done.

Yeah, I noticed.

I like it.

Did you see Alexa?

Yes.

Promise you won't go all Victorian on me.

I have some news for you.

She met a guy and she's crazy about him.

She wasn't sure how you were gonna take it,

so she gave me the job of telling you.

He's some sort of financial whizz-kid.

Venture capitalist, I think what she said.

Ha. Definitely a charmer.

Oh, you mean a ladies' man?

I guess you could put it that way.

Alexa's an innocent.

Now, she's met up with some... city slicker.

- I don't want her to get hurt - Nor do I.

But don't you think she's old enough to take her own risks.

Well, she's hardly in a position to judge.

Prince Charming can come in pretty funny packaging.

I mean, my parents weren't exactly over the moon

about some Brit with a kid on his hands.

I'm much too old for you, huh?

You took on a lot.

I loved you.

That was the miracle.

Thank you.

Edmund...

I know this is tough on you,

but you have to let go.

All I want is to do the right thing.

Edmund...

I have something to say.

I think that you're making a big mistake about Henry.

He is far too young to be sent away.

But I don't want...

this to go on between us.

I've missed you...

and I do love you.

I shouldn't have settled the matter without...

- consulting you. - No.

You shouldn't have.

Truce?

On one condition,

the day that Henry has to go to Temple Hall, you take him.

I can't face him.

I'll take him.

I promise.

Here.

Thank you.

Oh...

coming home present.

Oh.

Put them on for me.

Move a bit to your left...

That enough?

All right. That's fine.

Just...

Edmund.

Oh, hello, Archie.

Have you had a chance to read my--

No. I've not read your presentation. I see little point in doing so.

What was all that guff about valuing my opinion,

since you've obviously gone ahead with your dreadful

carnival scheme without my valued opinion.

Well, if that's way you feel..

Well, at least, I know where we stand.

Mummy, you're back.

Hello. Hm.

Hm. How are you?

- I'm all right. - Hm. I've missed you.

Keep it. Cheers.

Alexa, I'm so sorry, darling.

- I'm late-- - Neil? It's fine.

- Jasmine? - Oh, what a surprise?

Haven't seen you since you went off to New York.

Well, no. I've been, uh...

busy.

Hey, whoa. Hey, these catalogue numbers or prices?

And since when have you been interested in art?

Hm, I'm not really. Alexa's the patron here.

Hi.

Right. That explains it.

Right. When you see anything you like,

- just give me a wave. - This one is beautiful.

Really exquisite.

Oh. I've got the man who painted it over here.

Follow me.

Barry?

Alexa, meet Barry Miller.

- Hi. Alexa Aird. - Hi. How are you?

- I'm a big fan of your work. - Oh.

I'll show you a piece you might like. Over here.

Jasmine?

- Yes? - Can you keep a secret?

I don't know.

What have you got in mind?

- Oh, I think that's Archie. - Oh, it is.

Hello, Archie.

Lord Balmerino, I was looking for you.

You'll have to excuse me, Lottie. I'm rather busy.

I'd have looked after the baby.

I wanted to.

They wouldn't listen.

Lottie?

I think it's time we went home, Lottie.

No. I wanna talk...

- to Lord Balmerino. - Lottie, dear,

I really think that you should go home with Edie now.

But why don't you come and have a cup of tea with me one day.

Can we go to Edenborough?

I could do with a bit of life.

Go shopping.

Very well.

We'll arrange an outing.

- Don't forget. - No, I won't forget.

Of course, I won't forget.

Oh, Pandora, don't be such a fool.

He doesn't love you.

And the last thing he wants is your baby.

Mr. Archie...

I know what to do.

I can help.

I hate you, Archie.

I hate you. I hate you. I hate you, Archie.

Argh.

- Isobel. - Come in.

My dear, I'm having a nervous breakdown.

I know why Napoleon lost the Battle of Waterloo.

You simply cannot rely on anyone.

Has Lucilla replied yet?

She has not.

Nor Pandora, I might add.

You can't rely on Pandora to reply to anything.

But I did have a favour to ask you.

Could you be a darling and have a stray man to stay for the party.

- Of course. - Oh.

- Who is it? - Oh, some American.

Katy met him at a dinner in London.

His wife just died, and he's over here

for a bit of a holiday. Poor man.

She thought it would cheer him up, but I'm full to the rafters.

- Oh, of course, we will. - Oh, you're an angel.

- What's his name? - Yes.

What is his name?

Plucka-- no. Tucker. That's it.

Conrad Tucker.

Sounds rather sad.

Anyway, I must fly.

No tea?

My dear, I have to put the band and the pipers,

on something called a portable disco.

I suppose it'll be some ghastly young skinhead with spots.

Oh.

I was 15...

when my mother put me into service.

A half day off a week we had.

No way...

you could meet a young man.

Go to the cinema or a dance hall.

I'd have liked to have joined the police force.

Had some fun.

But I didn't know how to go about it.

Lottie, I think you said you needed to do some shopping.

I need a yard of boiling knicker elastic.

The haberdashery will have it.

Well, I really don't know if they sell...

Oh, dear.

Croy.

- Surprise. - Who is that?

Dad it's me.

Lucilla.

- Where are you? - I'm in London.

I'm at the Dorchester of all places.

We'll be with you tomorrow evening, all of us.

- Come on. - Get off me, you pig.

Hello? No, no, no. Not you.

Dad, that was Jeff. You remember, I wrote about him.

Is there any chance of getting to Scotland this year?

Shh. Yes. Ugh.

Look, Dad, I've got to go.

Okay. Yes.

Hey, we've got a real surprise for you.

We'll be coming up with Pandora.

So Lucilla thought she'd see if Pandora was still at the same address.

And that was it. She was.

And she invited them to stay.

Then announced that she would come to the dance,

if they drove back with her.

Why didn't she let us know? The Dorchester?

Lucilla's never stayed in a proper hotel in her life.

Couldn't she have chosen something a little less grand?

Well, I don't suppose Pandora knows anywhere less grand.

Well, sure beats a sleeping bag.

Jeff, are you really sure we've got everything...

- Here you go. - ...this time?

Straight in there. Thanks a lot.

Do you want a hand?

- There you are, sir. - Yep. There you go.

Thanks very much. OK.

Dearest Archie,

I can't bear to think of that last time I saw you.

All those dreadful things we both said.

That's what you call it, a problem?

Don't you understand, Archie? I am having a baby.

I can't believe you won't help me.

Did you ever think of anyone,

apart from yourself?

Yes. I'm thinking of Edmund.

I can make him happy.

And you can't stop me.

I just wanted to let you know,

the little... problem

no longer exists.

So you can all breathe again.

The family name is untainted, and I'm perfectly all right.

Don't worry, darling.

- Hello? - Hello, Vi.

Oh, Isobel.

I think you better be sitting down for this.

I am sitting down.

Just had the most exhausting day blabbering with Lottie.

Pandora's coming home for the dance.

What?

It's true.

Archie said she'd never come back.

Well, she is.

How extraordinary.

What made her decide to come now?

Oh, Vi...

I do hope there's not gonna be trouble.

Edmund...

Isobel is giving a lunch party on Sunday.

She very much hopes you both would like to come.

Henry too, of course.

Forgive me if this sounds rude, Archie.

But, uh, we all know where we stand.

You think I'm a shit? I think you're a fool.

This is not a good basis for a lunch party.

Oh, I thought you might've heard this,

to be a guest of honour...

Pandora.

Here?

Why?

Verena invited her to the dance.

She's accepted.

And we're all gonna have lunch together?

Well, this is grotesque.

Well, you have to meet sometime.

Do we?

Give it more of a spiral this time.

- Yeah, that's good. - Come on. Pass. Pass.

OK.

- Hi. - Hi.

Mm.

I missed you today.

- Hiya. - You too.

Missed you.

- Wanna have a cup of tea? - Sure.

That's not American football, is it?

- Yes, it is. - Yeah.

Whatever happened to good old rugby?

It's much better.

Come on. Here.

Here. Come on. Catch.

Hey, come here. Come here.

Oh, I forgot to tell you.

We have an invitation for Sunday.

Family lunch at Croy.

I thought you and Archie were having a row.

Yes. It's a bit bizarre but there it is.

The thing is...

Archie's sister has come home.

Oh, that's fantastic. I'm dying to meet her.

Look, um...

Look, I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but...

Pandora may not be, uh...

entirely friendly.

It's all in the past now, but, uh, there were...

What, family feuds?

Well, some people harbour grudges, and...

I don't want you to get upset.

Don't worry about me.

After all, I'm an outsider, aren't I?

Oh, it'll be great to meet her.

Pandora?

Where are the horses?

Where are the horses?

We sold them...

ages ago.

Stables are empty.

The parkland is all ploughed over.

It's just fields.

Local farmers rents. And I wrote to you about that.

Hello, Pandora.

Sold the horses.

Why are you wearing a fur coat?

My mink, you mean, why not?

It's September.

Oh, I can't stand the cold.

This is a savage country,

ghastly climate.

Welcome home.

Archie.

Archie.

Oh.

I'm so happy to see you.

And to be back is so wonderful.

- I can't believe... - Wonderful.

Ah, there they are.

Oh, Pandora, it's wonderful to have you back.

Mm, darling.

And you must be Jeff.

- Good day. Good to meet you. - Hello. Welcome to Croy.

Thank you very much.

Archie's been absolutely angelic, did practically all the driving.

Oh, we had to. We wanted to get here.

He always drives like a maniac.

These children have no respect for their betters.

I don't want any more bad news today.

- Sold the horses. - Come along.

I'll show you all to your rooms.

Yes. Come on. Let's go and have a drink.

Yeah. Great. I'd love one.

Isobel, wait for me.

- Should I take your coat? - Yes.

Oh, God.

I've missed this so much.

The Americans have all gone,

so I've given you the panel room.

Isobel, could I see my old room?

Oh, yes, of course. I don't think--

It's been years since we've used it.

Can I sleep here?

But it hasn't been redecorated or anything.

It's so tattered and the bed needs airing.

Where are my things, Isobel?

My records?

Oh, it's all safe, boxed away in the attic.

I've dreamt of this for years.

That grey and purple and green.

I've laid the table in the dining room.

All the best China, crystal.

I thought we'd have a really grand family dinner.

Isobel...

what I'd love is-- is supper in the kitchen,

like we used to.

Oh. Yes, of course, if that's what you really want.

I tried to teach the locals the Highland fling.

They always stated I looked like the pasodoble.

It was hopeless.

Hey, what about those three buskers in Santa Fe?

Oh, darling. They were so lonely.

No one paid any attention.

So Pandora invites them to join us.

- Well, they were too charming. - You liked them.

- I thought they were great. - Were they great.

They really were great.

Why don't you take these glass to...

Done.

So, I can't wait. Tell me everything.

You know the Airds are coming to lunch on Sunday.

Is that all right?

Perfectly all right.

What's Edmund's new wife like?

Not exactly...

new. It's been 10 years.

She's warm...

generous.

She's been wonderful to Alexa.

Warm, generous?

She sounds blissful.

Well, you'll meet them all at the dance anyway.

Have you bought a new dress yet?

Oh, no. I can't afford it.

But, darling, you have to have a new dress. Don't be so silly.

Are things that bad?

Yes, actually.

What is it, Isobel?

It's everything.

It's Archie losing his leg.

It's having to be nice to people because they're paying

to sleep in your spare bedrooms.

Archie finds life... difficult.

He seems to think he's let us down.

He's lost his zest for living.

I sometimes think he wishes he hadn't survived the Falklands War.

Is there anything wrong between the two of you?

No.

He always waits until he's sure that I've gone to sleep

before he comes to bed.

And are you always?

No, but I pretend to be. It's easier that way.

No demands.

Hm. No sex you mean?

He's locked away inside himself.

And when he finally does get to sleep...

he has nightmares.

Come now.

Are you all right?

Thank you.

I hear you're sleeping badly.

You must be worn out with all that driving.

No.

Archie...

sometimes...

you have to allow people to know things.

You have to let them into your life.

Why?

To give them a chance to help you.

No one can help.

So it's best to put up the shutters and say nothing?

I think so.

Mm, what a wonderful smell.

Yes. Tobacco plants from seeds.

It's Isobel's latest triumph.

Hm.

Mm.

Did you ever receive the letter I sent you after I...

ran off like a mad thing?

Yes.

You never replied.

I stationed in Germany, if you remember.

By the time it reached me, you were in America.

It was too late.

You shouldn't have done it, Pan.

You're not gonna take the high moral tone with me now, are you, Archie?

Would you walk me back to the house?

Now then, this lunch on Sunday...

Ooh. I think it's gonna be fascinating...

in a ghastly kind of a way.

I haven't made up my mind.

Shall I behave well...

or shall I be naughty...

hm?

Hi.

Lucilla, where did you spring from?

Jeff and I just went down to the gate to walk off that fantastic dinner.

Pandora went to bed. She looked exhausted.

Oh, she'll be fine in the morning.

Awfully thin, isn't she?

Well, she's so hyper, dad. She burns everything up.

Champagne, zapping around the mountain bends,

and suddenly she's crashed out in the back of the car

wrapped up in that mink.

I know, Dad. I know I'm not allowed to say so,

but this is really great.

Don't think she's on something, do you?

Oh, dad.

No, I just thought that you'd probably know more

about these things than I do.

Ah, you think I'm part of the drug culture, do you?

Well, she's...

I think she sort of changed in some way or something.

Did you meet any of her friends?

Yeah. There was one guy.

I think he was called Carlo.

He is quite good looking.

Yeah, I got the feeling they knew each other pretty well.

Do you think he might be--

Well, I mean, it's not exactly your usual Latin love,

if that's what you mean?

- You think she's happy, though? - Yeah. Why not?

Lovely house, pool, loads of loot.

No, but...

I mean, you know...

Dad, she's really happy to be here, right?

Come on.

Don't start your worrying.

- God bless you, darling. - Mm.

- Bye. - Goodnight.

To everything, there is a season,

and a time to every purpose under heaven.

A time to be born...

and a time to die.

A time to plant...

and a time to pluck up

that which is planted.

A time to kill...

and a time to heal.

A time to break down...

and a time to build up.

Come on, dad.

- Sasha. - Henry, come here.

Sasha, come here.

He's an ancestor, then, is she?

Oh, Mum.

Pandora...

dear child.

Vi.

- Archie, lunch is ready. - Uh, shall we lead on then?

You haven't met Virginia.

Edmund's wife.

It's nice to meet you.

Virginia, lovely to meet you.

This is Henry.

Is it indeed?

And how old are you, Henry?

I'm eight.

Ah, the best possible age to be.

I thought seven was better.

Heavens.

Nostalgia already.

- Let's go have lunch. - OK.

Pandora.

Lovely to see you, Edmund.

How are you?

Extremely well.

You look...

absolutely wonderful.

Oh, please don't go over the usual clich�s.

I always know I'm looking ghastly when people tell me I look wonderful.

I was merely going to comment on the elegance of your outfit

and how good it looks.

Not even lip service to flattery.

Must be looking worse than I thought.

Oh, Archie.

Where would you like us to sit?

Uh, why don't you come and sit here?

And Pandora...

We'll plant ourselves here.

- Honey. - OK.

Well, I will sit next to Henry.

- May I? - Of course.

So, Henry, tell me, what do you like to do best?

It'll end in tears.

Always did.

Uh, Virginia, you need to aim just there.

Quite impressed with what you have in mind.

- Great put. - Oh.

Come on, Sasha. Come on.

Here's the stick. Go fetch, girl.

Come on, Sasha. Come on.

Come on.

Nice child, your Henry.

Yes. He's a good boy.

I try to imagine, sometimes, what it would be like to have a child?

Pandora, don't do this.

What?

I went through hell.

- Oh, did you, sweetie? What a shame. - What I'm trying to say is that...

What you're trying to say is "Go away, you embarrassing woman.

Don't mess up my nice, tidy life again,"

- isn't that right? - You know, it's not.

What are you trying to say, Edmund?

Do tell.

I'd like to get to know the new improved Edmund.

Why did you come back?

Reasons?

- This Verena Steynton party. - No. I can't believe that.

Well, maybe...

I just wanted to see how well you'd all settled down.

Shake you up a bit. Hm.

- Are you happy? - Don't be silly.

Are you?

Are you happy, Edmund?

Are you?

After Caroline was killed...

You knew about that?

Yeah.

Archie wrote me.

Drink driving he said.

I began several letters but I didn't finish them.

I'm sorry.

Well, I decided that keeping busy was the only thing.

Fill every second of the day with work.

It was good for the firm.

Bad for the soul, I'm afraid.

Luckily, Virginia came along.

I can't imagine life without her.

Does that answer your question?

I hope your board members are more impressed

by your eloquence, Edmund dear.

- Hm? - I think it's time for tea.

Pandora?

Tea?

Edmund, would you get me a cup of tea?

I can't move.

It's been a beautiful day, Isobel. Thank you.

It's lovely to see Archie looking so happy.

Yes.

And Pandora, so... at home.

Makes one wonder.

Well, this isn't getting the tea made.

Vi, come. Come sit.

Here I am.

Ooh.

You always look so happy.

That's the way I remember you.

Archie was frantic, you know, when you went off.

He tried to find you.

The next thing we knew, you were in America.

I suppose I was lucky in a way.

If it happened today, the tabloids would be full of it.

"School girl seduces married millionaire."

Shock, horror.

Why Pandora?

Mm...

thought it was, glamorous, grownup.

I was bored, I expect.

Boredom can be dangerous.

When children are bored, they sometimes...

smash up their toys.

Well, you don't want to listen to me chatting on.

You want to catch up with everyone's news.

After all, you won't be staying long, will you, Pandora?

Just till the dance, I suppose.

Well, I knew the prodigal son got the fatted calf

but I didn't know they went on to say,

"You'll just be staying till the end of the feast then."

I haven't really decided what I'm going to do...

yet.

Well...

I want my tea.

Oh, dear.

Wow. Good one.

Very good.

Oh, careful. Careful. Oh, no.

Lucilla, would you take Pandora her tea?

- We have to go. - Sure.

We're going?

Mm-hm.

Henry.

Hey, how about a walk?

Had a walk this morning.

Hey, what's with this?

I thought you were done with that.

Can't take it to school with you.

I know that.

There's eight of us.

I'm the eldest and the best looking.

Then there's Olive, she's the married one.

Laurette...

Henry all right?

He's dreading it.

It was interesting meeting Pandora.

Was she like you remembered her?

Well, it's all more than...

20 years ago.

I told you not to call me here.

I'm not checking up on you,

I just want to know why?

- Why? - Yes, why?

- You know it's dangerous. - Look, I can handle it.

Can you? Really?

- What the hell do you expect... - I have things to settle here.

Pandora, I know you're concerned, but you...

Don't call me again.

- But... - Don't call me again.

Cum vrei!

PREVIOUSLY > >

Isobel?

Isobel?

Is Archie around?

Am I interrupting?

No, of course not.

I didn't know you could do this.

Mm.

Do you have others? Yes, you do.

Oh, Archie.

- Have you sold any? - No.

Did you try?

- Who would buy them? - Americans, darling.

Put them out on display, you'll make a fortune.

Not at the rate I work.

Find someone to help you.

You could start a cottage industry.

There's plenty of room in the stables here.

Oh, not with the nearly pristine safety regulations,

all kinds of things.

You've got to find a way to raise money.

Don't be so hopeless.

Archie, whether you...

have one leg or two,

you can't just turn your back on people who love you.

You speak from experience, of course.

Well... you have a choice.

I didn't.

Look, Archie, I really don't want us to dwell on the past.

Besides, I'm the last one to preach.

Which is why I do it so well.

Hm.

Good night.

Night.

Good night, Archie.

Dear Archie.

Edmund doesn't love you.

I hate you, Archie. I hate you, I hate you.

I hate you, Archie.

Hold it now! Hold it, will you?

Now, listen. Tell me...

Kindly tell me what the hell is going on here.

John. John.

John! For Christ's sake, get out of here!

OK. What you're buying has to last you for the whole term,

so you better plan carefully, all right?

- OK. - Here you go.

Wow.

I'll pick you up in half an hour.

Mm.

Bye, Mummy.

Hello, Balnaird.

- Virginia. - Edmund?

Look, there's a crisis out here, I have to go to New York.

Oh, when?

Well, now.

I'm catching a shuttle flying out of Heathrow this afternoon.

But...

tomorrow?

You're taking Henry to Temple Hall tomorrow.

Well, I'm, uh...

I'm afraid I can't do that now.

Edmund, you promised.

Well, I have to go New York.

It was the one thing, I said I couldn't face it,

you accepted that.

Yes, I know, I'm...

I'm sorry.

So, send someone else, you're the boss.

It's because I'm boss that I have to go.

It's my responsibility.

You have other responsibilities, Edmund, you promised.

Virginia, be reasonable.

Reasonable?

I never wanted him to go in the first place.

I will not be reasonable!

You all right, dear?

Everlasting Gobstoppers, please.

All right.

Uh, that one over there, please.

Oh, yes.

Um...

- and this one here, please. - Yes.

- Oh, and one of those, please. - OK.

Mummy, look what I've got.

Great. Honey, um, your daddy called

- to talk to you. - What about?

Well...

he's got to go to New York...

today.

- Oh. - So, he won't be able

to take you to school tomorrow.

Um, I thought...

Oh, Henry, I'll take you, OK?

It's all right.

I wanted this to be a good day.

Damn, Edmund!

Mr. Aird.

You'll be late for your plane.

Henry, listen. It'll be OK, honest.

Honey. Please, stop doing that.

We'll go home, we'll have a cup--

Hello, Virginia. How are you?

- Is everything all right? - Yeah.

I'm just picking Henry up.

- Oh. - I'll walk.

Look, don't be silly. Come on, Henry.

Come, let's go to the-- Henry, please.

- Henry. - Henry.

Do you like me to take you home?

I've got music.

And you could play bears with my mink coat, wouldn't that be fun?

Really? That's not necessary, Pandora.

Come on, Henry.

Henry. Henry.

Don't worry, Virginia. I'll bring him back, safe and sound.

You're on your own, then.

Edmund's gone to America, I hear.

Yeah. For a few days on business.

It must be lonely for you.

I saw Pandora.

That hair looks dyed to me.

And why does she ought to wear dark glasses for in this weather?

I'm sorry. I really don't know what you're talking about.

Do you, not.

Well, I wouldn't have been too happy,

if I were in your shoes, with Pandora back.

Not if your husband's around.

That's why she's here, of course, still after him.

I don't have to listen to this.

I was there...

outside her bedroom door.

It was dark, but I could hear all right.

You didn't guess, did you?

He's a cruel fish, Edmund,

just like the rest of them.

They all knew what was going on.

What?

They're all as thick as thieves.

That's why they gave me notice.

I knew too much.

Ugh, you're making all this up.

Why do you think he's taken himself off?

Panic, I'd say.

Wait till he gets back, it'll be the same story

- all over again. - Look.

I don't think that you should go around spreading lies

- like this, OK? - I'm no lying.

Ask any of them. Ask them about the baby.

They didn't need to kill the baby.

I'd have looked after it.

I said "I'll care for the baby."

It could be mine, but she went rushing

off to London and got rid of it.

Murderers.

The lot of them.

Sorry, we've been gone so long.

Henry, I made you lunch about an hour ago.

It's already 2:00.

We had lunch in the car.

I had a burger, a great big one,

and fries, and a strawberry milkshake.

Are you all right, Virginia?

Yeah, I'll be okay.

Henry, why don't you go upstairs?

Edie's waiting to say goodbye to you.

Thanks for the lunch.

He actually liked it.

Children have no taste.

Virginia?

You look like you should be on your bed.

Do you need some help?

No.

No, thank you.

- Why did you come back? - What?

After all this time, why did you come back?

Never could resist a party, darling.

Bye.

Just come here a wee moment, Henry.

OK.

Yes, that's about right.

Hm.

- I like your new cardigan. - Oh.

Your mother brought it back from London.

It's cashmere, lilac, I'm keeping it for best.

Lilac, it's nice.

Oh, bother. I need a black pen.

Look in my hand bag, there's one in there for sure.

OK.

Thanks.

Don't you worry, Mrs. Aird.

- He'll be fine. - All right. Thank you.

- Henry. Come back and visit me - Mummy.

really soon, OK, and you will have a great time.

Come along.

Let's get you in out of the rain.

I love you. Have a great time.

- OK? - Come on. Get the bag.

- Here you are, sir. - Thank you, Robbie.

Are you sure this is gonna help my golf game?

What room will I put it on, sir?

Oh, it's, uh, 210 or 201.

- And send to the name of Tucker. - Mr. Tucker, OK.

Tucker?

Conrad Tucker.

Virginia?

- Yeah. - Yeah, Robbie.

- Excuse me, can I just... - Yes, yes, yes, sir.

- Hi. - Hi. I don't believe--

I don't believe this.

- Oh. - Wow.

- Oh. - What are you doing here?

Um...

I was invited.

Well, that-- so, let's sit down.

I'd love to.

Where have you been all this time?

Oh, my God. What has it been, 12 years?

- Wow. - You look wonderful.

Oh, thank you.

I remember that summer so clearly.

- Oh, me too. - The sailing trips, the riding.

Tequila sunrises at sunset.

I think I did this a lot, too.

Oh, midnight barbecues on the beach.

Dancing, wild dancing on the terrace.

Oh, yeah. That was another person, huh?

Hm? Can I get you a drink?

- Yeah. - Robbie.

- Yes, sir. - Gin and tonic.

- Gin and tonic. - Gin and tonic, yes.

So, what on earth are you doing in Scotland?

Oh, well, I met this girl Katy Steynton in London.

And she, uh, heard that I knew someone up here.

So, she said, and I can't do her accent. But she said, you know,

"Come to my birthday party. Everyone will be there."

- So, here I am. - You're the sad American.

You're the sad American.

- Excuse me? - Oh, I-- I'm sorry.

It's just that Isobel didn't know anything about you,

except that your wife had die--

- Um, I'm sorry. - It's okay.

Can I ask you about it?

Of course.

Her name was Elizabeth, she had leukaemia.

Anyway, what about you?

Do you have a husband?

Yeah.

He's in New York.

I have a son, as well.

How old is he?

Eight.

- His name's Henry. - Mm.

And...

this very day, I have thrown him

into a snake pit of a boarding school.

Oh, boy.

It's probably the most awful day of my life.

You know, that summer...

when I went back to the Cape...

your father told me you'd gone to England.

I couldn't believe it.

Yeah. I never intended to stay.

Then,

across a crowded room, uh, I saw Edmund.

Hm.

And I'm just like the song that...

that was it.

Oh, God.

This is just a bad day, all round.

Why don't you stay here, tonight?

No... I have to take care of my dogs.

I'll go back with you.

OK.

I guess Isobel wouldn't mind having you a day early.

My gosh, magnificent.

Yeah. They can't have gone to bed yet.

-It's only... oh. -Well, it's...

- Later than I thought. -Mm.

Didn't you say there's a pub in the village?

- Oh, they'd be shut by now. - Oh.

Yeah.

You have to stay the night at Balnaird.

Won't that be a problem?

No, no problem at all.

The guestroom beds are already made up.

No problem.

Hello. Hello.

You see why I had to come home.

Great dogs, a matching set.

Mm.

- All right. - Yeah. I could live here.

Mm.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Mm-hm.

To the good old days.

Cheers.

Oh, it's stuffy in here.

You have to take my word for it. The view is great.

Mm-hm.

Oh, shall I close it?

No, no. Leave it.

Leave it. It's too good to waste.

So, there's all the hot water you need.

Um, I'm sorry, there's no shower.

Scots like to take long baths.

So, these are your reading lights,

obviously.

Uh, the main light is by the door and...

will you be okay?

Listen, I want you to know how--

I wanna thank you because I needed a friend tonight

- and you were there. - Virginia, I--

You know, it's really funny because...

I've been dreaming about home, you know.

The breeze over the Atlantic.

- Those barbecues. - That summer...

did you know I was in love with you?

I'm a different person.

Not to me.

God, it's like a time warp.

I wanna make love to you.

Don't forget that the sad American is coming this morning.

Doesn't anyone know his name?

We'd better wake Pandora or you'll never get to Edinburgh.

- Oh, morning. - Good morning.

Good morning.

Breakfast, Pandora.

Oh, black coffee for me, darling.

I've just been watching the big breakfast.

It's a revelation.

It's all decidedly odd.

Ah.

- Coffee? - Thank you, darling.

You won't be long, will you?

- No. - That's the local rag.

There's absolutely nothing in it.

Oh, that's what so wonderful, nothing changes.

Don't be long, Pandora.

"Fury over footpath closure."

Absolute bliss.

So, uh, we'll meet you at the wine bar, 1:00.

- Okay. - Now then,

we're gonna get you a dress for the dance and that's that.

- No, no. - I just hope...

She looks like she's enjoying herself.

Yeah. It's what she wants us to think anyway.

I ran into Conrad yesterday evening.

- How do you do? - Pleasure. - Yeah.

Such a coincidence, We're old friends.

We knew each other in the States.

So, he spent the night at Balnaird.

- Ah, a sensible idea. - Hm.

- Would you like some coffee? - Um...

I've got to take some flower pots up to Verena so...

- I'll just, uh, get my golf clubs. - Right.

Was he okay? Henry?

Not really.

I have to go, Archie.

Um, I'll see you tomorrow night.

Yeah. OK.

- Here, let me have that. - Oh.

Oh, come on, now.

You're a golfer? Uh, what course...

I have never in my life owned a dress like this.

Time you do. You deserve it.

And what's Archie wearing to the party?

He used to look terrific in a kilt.

Oh, he won't wear it anymore. He says a tin leg on view is an obscenity.

- He'll wear his dinner jacket. - Oh, that's too boring.

We have to find him something brilliant. Let's go.

Woo.

We can't.

Pandora, you can't. Someone's reserved it.

Oh, we've got it.

Possession is nine-tenths of the law.

Look, we can have a cocktail, and they've got Quiche

and salad.

I hate cocktails, don't you?

And Quiche.

I'm sorry. I'm afraid this table is reserved.

Really? Well, I didn't see a sign anywhere.

You knew perfectly well.

Look, we are dying of thirst, and Lady Balmerino here

would love to order a bottle of your very best champagne.

So, do you think perhaps you could organise that?

Chilled?

Pandora, you're shameless.

I know, darling.

Did you like the Lady Balmerino bit?

You should never underestimate the power of snobbery.

I'll never get...

But it's what you ordered, madam.

Well, can't you pull it in at the sides

and-- and make it taller, is that as high as it will go?

I could put it on stilts,

or would you prefer a hot air balloon?

There's no need to be rude.

- Oh, hello dear. - Hi.

Have you ever seen such chaos?

Oh, I wanted to ask you a favour.

Mr. Cadwallader,

I expect the canopy to be the same colour as the rest of...

I'll put these flower pots in the kitchen.

All right. I don't think it's demanding

too much to expect the job to be done properly.

I'm doing my best, madam.

Come on.

What's wrong with you?

Come on, you silly, things, what's wrong?

Ah!

What are you doing here?

You have no right to walk into my house.

You should lock your doors then.

Please leave.

I thought we'd have a wee word, a little chinwag.

I don't wanna hear any more of your lies.

Lies? Ouch.

Why should I tell lies?

The truth is good enough.

You didn't like it when I called Pandora

- a whore. - Oh, get out.

You're no better than a whore yourself.

The vileness of men and women, the filth.

You are trespassing.

If you don't leave right now, I'm going to call the police.

Why don't you?

I could give them a statement.

A sworn affidavit.

Maybe the press would like the story.

Lustful practicism on the aristocracy.

Wife brings a fancy man home to share a bed with her,

when her husband's away.

I don't even know what you're talking about.

No?

Bad weather we had last night?

All that rain, then it cleared up.

When you looked out of that bedroom window,

it was quite dry and bright.

I could see the two of you as clear as anything.

- Get out! - All right, I'm going.

I'm going.

I'll have a word with your husband

- when he gets back. - Go.

Why didn't someone tell me?

You know what we're like, Virginia.

All of us...

we...

prefer discretion.

Discretion? For God's sake, she was pregnant.

Why?

Just tell me what happened.

Edmund hadn't seen her for years.

He came up to Archie's wedding and...

there she was.

When they met, it was...

like a sort of explosion.

Fireworks.

I suppose, we hoped it would...

burn itself out.

But it didn't.

I never heard the full story.

I do know there was a terrible row with Archie.

And then, she was gone.

Took the car and ran away to London.

She had an abortion.

I think...

I think she's still in love with Edmund.

Maybe he feels the same way.

Maybe...

Maybe, um...

Maybe, I'm not enough for him.

Edmund's a true Scot...

keeps things...

bottled up.

I'm sure of one thing.

He loves you.

Surely, you know that.

I'm not sure about anything anymore.

There's something else, um...

When I took Henry to Temple Hall yesterday,

afterwards, I stopped at a roadside hotel and, um...

I met Verena's sad American.

Turns out, I knew him.

Knew him, years ago.

- How extraordinary. - Yeah, well,

we had dinner and...

then he stayed the night at Balnaird.

Then I took him to Archie's.

But what-- what's the problem?

Well, then...

I went home and I found Lottie in-- in the kitchen,

and she was raving.

She said that she was in the garden last night.

And she saw Conrad and I together.

She was watching us through the windows.

She ranted on about lust and fornication.

She called me a whore and, um...

And she said that...

she said that she was gonna tell Edmund that...

Conrad and I had been together.

That we'd slept together.

Oh, my dear.

Edmund knows Lottie.

He'll know it's all lies.

I...

It's true.

They feed on the heather, mostly.

We burn it off in strips to encourage the new growth.

The longer heather gives the birds cover.

Do you still shoot?

No, not very often these days.

Uh, I miss the walking, rather.

Oh.

She talks an awful lot of rubbish, doctor.

You don't want to believe it all.

She's just unhappy, poor soul.

Mrs. Aird, good of you to come.

What happened?

Lottie had a disagreement with someone.

It seems a brick was involved.

Edie, my dear.

It's all right. There's no real harm done.

It's just... she saw Pandora in Dermots Shop.

...should not close the door when someone is speaking to them.

You lost your leg in the army?

Falklands War.

Ridiculous quarrel over a lump of rock

that nobody'd ever heard of.

What happened?

We were patrolling on South Georgia.

We were ambushed.

You're lucky to be alive.

Yes, more so than some of my chaps.

One of them was there because of me.

Ridlin Piper.

He was only a lad.

Won first prize at the Strathcroy Games.

I gave him the cup.

His mother asked me my advice about him.

I said join the regiment.

He was killed.

You know, many people would envy your life here, Archie.

This is a great place to live.

Yes, well, it is in September anyway.

Pandora would tell you that when we were young...

it was blue skies and sunshine all summer, and it never rained.

I fear the records would contradict her.

Everyone's coming to Verena's party.

And, of course, tomorrow's my birthday picnic at the loch.

Won't be the same without you, Henry.

Edie sends her love.

And there's no need for you to worry about her now

as Lottie has gone back to hospital.

We all miss you very much.

And I do hope you're settling in nicely at your new school.

Lots of love, grandma.

Let me out!

Let me out!

Help!

Somebody help me!

Bosco, Whisker, come on, come on.

Come on, come on.

- Cheers. - Thanks.

Is one of those for me?

Yes, it is now.

So strange being here.

Thanks.

Yes.

Oh.

How are you, darling?

- Pan? - Yes?

About what happened...

No, Archie.

I don't want to talk about it. It's a long time ago.

But I really do wanna talk about it.

I-- I let you down, I lied to you...

about Edmund.

You see, I knew that...

he wasn't happy with Caroline.

And that he would've gone to the ends of the earth for you.

Perhaps.

But you're right.

As usual, I was being selfish.

Besides, an illegitimate baron in the family...

who'd ever heard of such a thing.

You know, you have every right to be bitter.

Don't be silly.

Probably all for the best.

I mean, what kind of a mother would I have made?

Spoiled kitten like me.

You know, nevertheless...

If I'd been more understanding...

you would've kept the baby.

Don't flatter yourself.

If my driving had been better, I would've kept it anyway.

What?

When I wrapped my car around a lamppost

on the motorway to London,

I thought, "Goodbye, world."

What I got was a broken wrist.

I lost the baby.

But...

I thought...

Pan...

Did you think I had an abortion?

But your letter implied.

Maybe part of me wanted you to think that.

I hated you then, Archie.

At least I thought I did.

My God.

Twenty years we've lost.

I thought I'd never see you again.

Archie...

you're so busy...

remembering what you've lost, you...

don't have the time to appreciate what you do have.

Wonderful Croy...

Lucilla,

Isobel.

Life is too short

to dwell on what might have been.

To the future.

What?

I love you in that ridiculous hat.

Do you now?

I had such a day, did all the shopping.

Got everything on your list.

Champagne,

and I bought a new dress for the dance.

Pandora bought it for me.

She bought you a present as well, it's on the bed.

Oh, whatever can it be?

Mr. Sinclair had your measurements. He helped us choose.

What do you think?

Pandora said you couldn't go in your dinner jacket.

You'd look like a part-time waiter.

I found your father's old smoking jacket in the attic.

Where's your dress?

Oh, I've hidden it away till Friday.

Pandora wouldn't let me know how much it cost.

It must've been a lot of money.

Do you think I should've let her be so extravagant?

Oh, she always loved giving presents.

Do you like them?

What else did you do today?

We had lunch in the wine bar.

Pandora made sure we had the best table.

What do you think?

I think you look amazing.

Lady Balmerino,

may I have the honour of the next waltz?

Have you anything

which requires your attention urgently, hm?

Not that I can think of.

No dinner to cook, no dogs to feed.

Not immediately.

Then why don't you come to bed?

Archie.

I haven't said this lately but...

no one was ever more loved...

or needed.

I love you so much.

Shall we?

Now?

Yes, there's just one problem.

What?

How do I get out of these bloody trousers?

Now, I've got the shirt.

What do I need...

Oh, jumper. Hold on.

What's the problem?

It's only family.

Only family you say?

Father still thinks of me with ankle socks and pigtails.

And he and grand will be putting a laser beam

- over you to see if you're sound. - Oh, yeah.

Maybe I should take my new cords.

What are those?

Oh, it's just the usual.

Something for the host, hostess, and your grandmother.

Aren't you the thoughtful one?

I suppose bachelors seem to more know

- about these things, eh? - Absolutely. I'll get them all sold.

Look, if we don't leave in one hour sharp,

- we're gonna miss that plane. Come on, move it. - Oh.

I'll have to dash. I will be back in time for the picnic.

You're really sure you can't come to it?

Quite sure.

I've got to get these flowers done or Verena will be in a terrible state.

What...

Why are you going so early?

Oh, just some business.

I'll see you later.

Get out of there. Hey, you're here.

- Great. - At last.

- Hello, Neil. - And what's this, uh...

Boy scouts going camping, are we?

No, this is Vi's picnic.

And you're gonna help me load it into the car.

I'll take the beer. Very good.

Is there anything else to go down?

Uh, take that, that'll be great.

FORESTRY COMMISSION

I'm dying to meet the mysterious Pandora.

What's she like?

She's a dazzler.

But is she nice?

Dazzlers don't have to be nice.

Oh, Neil.

Grand?

Happy birthday, Grand.

Alexa, darling.

Seventy-eight, isn't it awful?

Grand...

this is Neil.

- Hello, Neil. - Hello.

I've heard a lot about you.

Well, I, uh, better give you my side of the story then, haven't I?

Happy birthday, Vi.

Oh.

- Hi. - Come and meet everyone.

Hetty, this is Neil.

It's Keating, isn't it, Neil?

Come on, Neil.

Great stance, Neil. Look at that.

Wait till the next dance, all right?

And turn.

- Neil, you're not trying. - This is trying.

I'm sorry, I was supposed to get those, wasn't I?

My fault, Alexa, I insisted.

And I was just putty in her hands, wasn't I? Sorry.

- Oh. - What?

You're gonna have to shave that beard

- as soon as we're home. - No way, why should I?

Because I'm starting to get a rash.

Yeah, well, uh, I'll just have to start

kissing in some place that doesn't show, won't I?

I've dreamed of this so often.

It was always here if you wanted it.

Well, Archie, I never know what I want

until it's too late.

Right now, I wanna go back to the party.

Are you coming?

- No, you go. - OK.

- Boy, that was a good one. - Hm.

- Hi. - Hi.

Is everything okay?

Yeah.

When are you going back?

Oh, I booked a flight next Thursday.

I wish I was staying longer, I...

You know, I really wish that you were coming with me.

Hm.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't, uh...

I mean, I know I'm making things difficult for you.

It's just that I thought that...

You know, maybe you might need to get away...

for a while.

Funny, I was thinking that myself.

Tell me, Neil...

what do you think of us all?

Terribly establishment over privileged?

Oh, well, I must admit, you do live in a fairly grand style.

Old money, old houses, old names, it's...

My father...

was the son of a crofter from the Hebrides.

Really?

He ended up being a soldier.

My mother was grand.

Rather nice, for all that.

My husband...

my dear Geordie,

was the son of our gatekeeper.

How funny.

Well, you see, the Scottish clan system

means that no man is another man's servant.

Just one of the family.

It's a lot of pride.

Mark you,

he did go and qualify in Edinburgh

before he asked my father's permission to marry me.

Ah, well.

Excuse me for a bit.

Oh, yes, of course, run along.

I was lucky I married the man I loved.

I hope the same thing can happen to Alexa.

I don't know who you really are, Neil, or what you want from life. But

all I ask, if you wish, that if you do have to hurt her,

- you do it now before it's too late. - Wait a...

I hope you're fond enough of her to be able to do that.

Oh! Lunch is ready.

Come on, darling. Let's go and eat.

I wonder what they've got for lunch.

- Lots, I hope, lots. - Lots.

Edie sends her love.

And there's no need for you to worry about her now.

As Lottie has gone back to hospital.

We all miss you very much.

And I do hope you're settling in nicely at your new school.

Lots of love, Grandma.

It'll be set up by 9:00.

The lights are where?

No, I need them here at 6:00 at the latest.

You'd better.

Already, it looks like a bloody circus.

All right, bye.

Yes?

I'm your mobile disco.

Oh.

Well, I rather think the young people will be expecting...

a punk in heavy metal.

Look, lady, what they want is a light show,

a DJ and loud music.

Oh. Would it be very loud?

Oh, very, very loud.

We're talking a 5K rig here.

Trust me.

- 5k rig? - Aye.

Hello?

Hello?

Hello.

You're Mr. Ed.

I'm Neil, I came with Alexa.

- Nice to meet you. - Dad.

- Hello, darling. - Hi.

How are you?

- Welcome home. - And you.

You're back.

Did you meet Neil yet?

Oh, you mean that stranger in there

with his shoes off sleeping on my sofa

and helping himself to my best malt?

- Ah, he brought that whisky and he's got another bottle for you. - Oh.

- He's an excellent guest. - Oh, that's a maybe.

I intend to do a little checking up on him.

Same old dad.

- How was your flight? - Hellish.

Delayed take off in New York,

had to run to catch the Edinburgh flight.

How's Henry?

I hadn't called.

I thought it would be considered the wrong thing to do.

Here.

Thanks.

So, uh, what else has been happening?

Lottie Carstairs is back in hospital.

Is Edie all right?

Oh, she's fine.

Turns out Lottie is quite the local historian.

Told me a few old stories.

What stories?

The big picture with you and Pandora.

Look, Edmund.

If you and Pandora had an affair,

it's all before my time.

But you were married with a kid.

And she was left alone and pregnant.

So, you don't trust me?

I don't even think I know you.

You're getting yourself all worked up.

No, I'm being human, unlike you.

I'm thinking of going away for a while,

back to the Cape.

When?

In a week.

With Henry away at school,

there's not much reason for me to be here right now.

- I see. - The way things seem to be.

So you've, uh, got it all worked out?

Not really.

You're gonna be meeting someone tonight.

The American that's staying with Isobel and Archie.

Turns out, we're old friends.

- Hello? - Mrs. Aird,

I'm afraid we have a little problem.

Ms. Carstairs has disappeared.

Disappeared?

How could she possibly disappear?

- Hello, Edie? - Hello?

It's Vi. Listen, my dear.

I've-- I've just heard from the hospital.

It seems that Lottie's disappeared.

- Oh, goodness. - Calm down, Edie.

- Where could she be? - Don't worry.

I-- I've had a word with Edmund,

and I think you should spend the evening up at Balnaird, just in case.

Oh, dear.

I hope she isn't going to cause any trouble.

Oh, I need a slip.

The dress is totally see-through.

Oh, dad, you look fantastic.

Neil, Edmund,

and where's Virginia?

Tidying her hair.

Sorry, we're late, but, um...

You haven't met Conrad Tucker.

How do you do?

How do you do?

I'm sure you know that Conrad's an old friend of Virginia's.

Oh, I do now.

She tells me you're travelling back to the States together?

When she's made up her mind.

I didn't know that Virginia was planning a trip.

Oh.

You're not alone, Archie.

This is a night of surprises.

Edmund.

Oh, Jeff.

Oh, yes.

Yes, that looks better on you than it ever did on me.

- Yeah, it feels good. - Good.

Oh, Archie, look, by the way.

I thought you should know.

It seems that Lottie Carstairs is on the loose.

Oh.

Well, she's not dangerous, surely.

Well, Vi seems a bit worried, so Edie's moved into Balnaird.

Vi didn't want to abandon the, um, cottage.

Edmund.

I say.

Well,

if the Americans could see you now, we could charge double.

- Drink, darling. - Oh, definitely champagne.

Oh, good. Oh, good. Look, here are the girls.

- You all look so good. - Thank you.

Hello.

Oh, here's your champagne, Pandora.

Thank you. Darling, you look absolutely divine.

- Thank you. - Divine! Doesn't she?

Archie, did you see her?

Yes, very funny.

So, my father finally sent for the young man.

And said, "Donald,

half a dozen young women are over an area of 20 miles,

are in the family way,

and naming you as the father.

How do you explain this?"

Donald thought for a moment, and then said,

"Well, so you see, I have a bicycle."

It's Edie Findhorn.

She says can she have a word with Mrs. Aird.

Mrs. Edmund, I think.

She says it's urgent.

Oh, Henry.

Hello, Henry.

Ah,

good to see you again.

Oh, you poor old soldier.

Oh. Now, tell us what happened.

I thought Edie was dead.

Lottie was in the kitchen

wearing Edie's best lilac cardigan.

And her lips were all red like blood

and I thought Edie was murdered.

- Oh. - It's all right, what happened?

Then I tripped and it bled a bit.

Oh.

Well, I'll just let them know at Croy that all is well.

And I'll give the, uh, school a call.

Is that where it was hit?

Yeah.

Oh, you're a trooper. Mm.

Well, positions, everyone.

Katy.

Carry on.

Oh, champagne, lovely.

My dear, how wonderful to see you.

Now...

Are you all right?

Yeah.

Why didn't you go to the dance?

No.

No, really, I'll be fine here.

Edie's here to look after me.

Are you sure?

Yeah. I don't have to go back, do I?

You did well.

I'm proud of you.

Probably better take my arm, Vi.

Come on, everybody. Come on.

You were right, and I was wrong.

Henry is not ready for boarding school.

I think we should talk.

Edmund, I just don't want to.

No, wait, please.

Please, just...

Well, just listen to me, would you, please?

I should've told you, well, ages ago

about what happened.

I, uh...

I hadn't seen Pandora for years.

And then at Archie's wedding, there she was.

I saw her coming across the hall to me at Croy, and she...

She threw her arms around me and said,

"Edmund, you horrible man, you got married too.

Why didn't you wait for me?"

And...

I felt I was...

drowning.

When I tried to talk reason to her, she just put her hands over her ears...

shut her eyes.

Oh, the same thing happened when I...

When I found out that she was pregnant.

She wanted me to leave Caroline and marry her.

Well... Well, I...

I couldn't do the right thing, there...

there was no right thing, so...

I ran away.

Some big financial deal was in trouble in Hong Kong.

So I went there.

And it was while I was away that Archie had this awful row with her.

He told her she was being silly, that

I wasn't really in love with her.

And he was right, I suppose.

Anyway, by the time I got back, it was all too late. She

got rid of the baby, and...

we never saw each other again.

You were the one who never made a mistake.

It's nice to know you're not perfect.

Don't leave me.

Come on, Pandora.

Come on, change your shoes.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Rector and Mrs. Laxaby.

Very dear friends of ours.

Simon, a very dear friend of my daughter, Katy.

My husband, Angus.

Neil and Jeff.

Ah, here they are.

He's all right.

- Fine. - Oh, thank goodness.

And Lottie?

Oh, it's strange. Henry was running away from her

when he tripped and fell and knocked himself out.

And then Lottie ran, picked him up,

and carried him to Mrs. Ishak's.

Apparently, she kept on saying that she just wanted

to have a chat with him, uh, a wee chinwag.

I've been ordered to round everyone up for the dancing.

- Oh. - Good.

Well, come along, mother.

I am sure you can manage a reel or two.

Oh, thank you, dear, I'd like to try.

This is fun.

Do the Brussels know this goes on?

Oh...

I'm exhausted.

Me too.

How's Henry?

Oh, fast asleep by now, I should think.

What a thing to do, running away like that.

Yes, it would seem to be a local tradition.

I'm not gonna talk about that, are we?

Pandora, listen, listen.

I quite understand your not forgiving me.

Ooh, forgiving?

Sounds very pious.

Edmund, I've hurt an awful lot of people in my life.

I can't be bothered with it.

Forget it. That's the answer.

- I behaved like... like a... - Edmund, no.

Don't blame yourself for the mess I've made of my life.

I've always been a disaster waiting to happen.

The baby.

Please, Edmund...

just let it go.

Leave it.

Everyone's having a good time.

Isn't it marvellous?

- Marvellous. - Yes.

Well done, Verena.

I'm glad Virginia's made you happy.

Why did you come back?

Oh.

A whim.

- Hm? - An impulse.

The story of my life,

to have some fun, darling.

Why don't you go back to the party.

Yee-ha!

Whoo!

Neil, would you mind driving me home?

- Of course. - Thank you.

Should we go?

Can we have a word about that forestation scheme of yours sometime?

Now, look, Archie, I don't wanna push this.

Let's just forget about it.

I've been to see the people in Edinburgh.

Rather like one or two of their ideas.

Thought we might talk about it.

I think maybe we should.

Good.

I didn't want to break up the party.

But I'm just aching for my bed.

Have you come to any decisions?

About what?

What do you think?

Of course, I was just speechless.

What?

I was looking for Neil.

Neil? He-- he was here a minute ago with Pandora.

They'll be here.

This family stuff's a bit hard to take.

No, it's just the herd protecting the weaker ones.

The herd?

Whatever happened to civilised human beings?

Scotland, darling.

Very primal. It can be human.

We're here.

I'm going straight to bed.

Good night, Neil.

Good night.

Whatever you decide, tell her.

Don't let it drift.

That's my thought for the day.

Ladies, ladies and gentlemen,

breakfast is served in the snooker room.

Isobel, Vi...

- Oh, yeah. - Absolutely.

Shall we go through?

Conrad.

Sh.

You won't be on the flight on Thursday.

How do you know?

Call me psychic.

Edmund's face, yours, Henry's home.

I'm sorry.

I don't want you to think that I was using you.

Listen, we were there for each other on a bad day.

I'm glad it was you.

Me too.

Where were you?

Kiss me.

Present.

Come on, I'll get your breakfast.

I was just running Pandora home.

I'm sorry.

Do you like it?

I got Yasmine to reserve it for me that night at the gallery.

- Thank you. - Pleasure.

Marvellous.

For you.

- No, no, my dear. - No, please, take it, I insist.

I'd never be able to face you again if I didn't behave properly.

And, um, believe it or not,

I do mean to be good.

Are we to see more of you then?

Well, I-- I don't know. I suppose that...

that rather depends on Alexa.

Vi wants to know if I'll be coming up again.

Well, if I've married into the family, you'll insist, won't you?

I mean, there'll be, um, Christmas and Burns Night, Vi's birthday--

Neil...

I'm... really not sure.

I mean, you and me at tribal dances on the Grassmoor,

I'd rather shoot myself in the foot.

Ah.

Oh.

Go boys, out you go.

Go on.

Good morning, sir. Can we have a word please?

What?

No, no, no, no, no. Of course, we can't accept terms like that.

Anyway, George, look,

I'm gonna spend a few days here at home, yeah, with the family.

So, uh, I want you to look after this.

Get on the next plane to Malaysia and...

Look, George, I'm gonna have to call you back, all right?

ARCHIE

Darling, Archie,

frightfully sorry about all this.

It's just that I haven't the energy to fight any longer.

Carlo, my doctor, is a kind man,

but he doesn't beat about the bush.

He says I'm going to die.

Well, aren't we all?

But me rather sooner because of the cancer.

It's been...

truly wonderful

seeing you all again at Croy.

I've been very sensible and made a will,

left all my worldly goods to you.

It's quite a lot.

I'd love it... if you'd use some of the money to turn the stables

into a workshop for your beautiful carvings.

It's what she intended all along.

She came home to die.

I think she came home to see Croy again.

And to spoil us,