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You'll not be letting people take it all
over the place, I hope. I'm thinking

about it, but now... Man, where's your
dignity?

You've a position to maintain.

And a castle to keep up. No small
expense leads, eh? Rather be poor than

strangers peep and pry.

Do you think I want it, man?

I'm Mr. Diaz. Right here.

Oh, I'm Mrs. Emma Peel.

It's a beautiful place you have here.

Very beautiful.

I shall enjoy staying here.

Staying here?

Well, the job will take a day or two,
but I thought my letter made that clear.

What letter? The one in reply to yours.

My letter?

You are Mr. Angus Diaz.

No. No, I am Ian Diaz. The 35th layer.
The man who wrote you was my cousin.

What's this all about anyway? Oh, I'm
sorry. It's my mistake.

Your cousin has hired my company as
consultant.

What company would that be?

Albuquerque Charter.

Albuquerque what?

It's the advisory bureau on refurbishing
castles and stately homes as a tourist

attraction.

My card.

Your cousin wrote and told us that the
castle was being opened to the public.

Did he know?

And our brief was to advise him on the
various things to do to attract the

visitors. If you'll excuse me, he's got
a nerve.

Mr. Spiel, as laird of the clan dearth.
I am the one to make the decisions about

the future of the castle.

And when I see Angus... Bullseye!

You're a damn fool, Angus. You could
have killed somebody.

Aye, but I didn't, did I? So what's your
next trick? Splitting an apple on this

gentleman's head?

You must be Mrs. Peel.

Welcome to Castle Deer. Thank you. I've
already tripped over the mat.

Angus, you might do me the courtesy of
letting me know exactly what you're up

to. First Scottish historians, now
publicity consultants.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry, and it must have
slipped my mind. Perhaps I'd better...

No, no. Angus invited you here.

And I'll have no one accusing the Diaz
of being inhospitable.

But remember this, both of you.

When the time comes to make any
decisions, I'm the one to decide what we

or we will not do.

Good day to you, Mr. Spiel.

Come on, McNabb.

Squelch. Really, Mr. Diaz, I think you
might have warned me there were two of

you. Don't let Ian upset you. He's a bit
too much caught up in the honor and

glory of Clan Diaz. That sort of thing.

Your cousin mentioned a Scottish
historian.

Yes, there's a chap here interested in
writing a book on the 13th Laird.

Ian's not too keen about it.

Surely that's the honor and the glory.

Oh, not the 13th Laird. No, no. He's the
blot on the family of Scutcheon. The

traitor who betrayed the clan.

A hereditary tray, Mr. Diaz.

Yes, well, Ian will get over his
tantrum. Come on, let's meet the tame

historian.

This is the banqueting hall.

And here is the table around which the
clan used to gather in the old days.

And nowadays?

Just Ian and me.

Passing the salt must be a bit tricky.

Ah, here is our tame historian.

Mrs. Peel, may I introduce Mr. McPhee.

How do you do, Mr. McPhee?

Everyone calls me Jock. How do you do?

You don't have a Scots accent.

I was carried south by marauding
Southernerks when I was a bear.

But this is my spiritual home.

I hear you're planning a book.

Yes, on Black Jamie, the 13th laird of
the earth.

I don't see him here.

Oh, we're not very proud of him, Mrs.
Peel. Oh, no, Black Jamie's portrait is

hung where it belongs, in the bowels of
the earth. In the dungeon.

In the dungeon? In the dungeon.

Dungeon? No self -respecting castle
would be without him.

Oh, I'm afraid ours are in a very poor
state of repair.

Ian is most reluctant to let anyone go
down there. Oh, what a pity.

We're planning on opening our castle to
the public. Mrs. Peel here is our

publicity consultant.

And one can do so much with dandrums. In
the Middle Ages, they were full of

jolly ideas.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I must
continue my research.

A walk across the glen and by yon bonny
banks, just to get the feel of things.

Oh, by the way, do I have to get the
laird's permission for fishing in the

What kind of fishing did you have in
mind, Mr. McFeed? Bent pin and string

variety. Just as long as you're not one
of those aqualung people.

Water is the fish's habitat, not mine.

It's a pity others don't think as you
do, Jock.

Why? Well, there was an amateur frogman
drowned in the loch last week.

His body was found in the bank three
miles from here.

How tragic. What happened?

They say the mechanism of his aqualung
jammed.

Still, whatever it was, there'll be no
more diving in the loch. I've made up my

mind on that.

But you've no objection to rod and line.

I wish you luck.

At fishing, I usually need it.

Mrs. Peel, this weighty tome is a
comprehensive history of Castle Diaz.

Did you know that Mary, Queen of Scots,
refused to sleep here?

Did you also know that that frogman was
four inches taller when he was dead than

when he was alive?

He'd been on the rack.

Which room is for Mrs. Peel, I guess?

Oh, I thought the Thorough MacDonald
room would be best.

May I show it to you?

Thank you.

That's McSteed.

Where's he going?

A walk by the look of it.

Keep an eye on him, Robert.

Chief's orders.

Man, that's ridiculous.

He's stealing a wee paper boat. He's
what?

Enjoy your walk, Mr. McTeed. It was
fascinating. How deep is your moat?

Deep enough for its purpose.

Mr. Peel, are you all right?

What were you doing down there anyway?
You're no right. Not without asking me

first. Those dungeons are dangerous. I
couldn't agree more.

What happened?

You slipped, I wager. Slipped and hit
your head, eh?

Yes. Yes, yes, just as I thought. Those
steps are slippery as glass.

McTeed, you look after Mr. Peel, will
you? I'll go and get a key and lock this

door.

I don't want any repetition of this sort
of thing.

Lean on me, Mistress Peel, as much as
you like.

Oof.

Now then, what really happened? I was
jumped by two very large gentlemen, both

of whom had disappeared by the time I
came round. Very inconsiderate of them.

Was there a rack down there?

In good racking order?

I didn't have time to find out.
Shouldn't be at all surprised.

All right, Steve, who was he, the dead
frogman?

Nothing to do with us.

Just a fellow who happened to like
skin... Ooh!

Skin diving.

Obviously somebody else thought
otherwise.

Decided to torture him to find out.

an unexpected talent.

During my childhood, I was junior All
England amateur hopscotch champion.

I've run out of puff.

Oh, pity. I'm just getting steamed up.

It's all to do with the price of fish.

Well, the dead frogman. It's very
strange goings -on.

You must have heard about the latest
fishing crisis.

Well, our fishing industry is one of the
mainstays of our economic life.

And at the moment, there's hardly a fish
to be seen.

They've all disappeared.

Or been driven away.

Now our trawlers are having to fish in
deeper water, in unprotected water. In

competition with all the other fishing
fleets.

And that bites hard.

Is Castle D 'Eth involved?

Why else are we here?

See you at dinner.

This belonged to Ewan Dearth, the fifth
Laird.

He was one of Wallace's men.

Wallace? William Wallace, a Scottish
patriot.

Ewan Dearth and William Wallace were
executed by the English in 1304.

The sixth Laird, Charles, used this.

He was at Bannockburn with Robert the
Bruce.

And the seventh Laird... Like all the
others, was also a fighter.

There was a Dearth at the Battle of
Pinkie, at Floddenfield, and at Alamein.

It's a proud tradition.

Unexploitable, Mistress Peel. That's a
harsh word.

An honest one, I think.

Away, man. People are interested in the
past.

And the castle is an historical treasure
trove.

Which could be made to pay.

Handsomely. What's your opinion, Jock?

Oh, don't forget, I have a vested
interest in the clan.

I expect that Black Jamie will sell.

Oh, aye.

That book of yours.

Angus tells me Black Jamie betrayed the
clan.

He made a pact with the other clans and
then led his own people into a trap.

The massacre of Glendeath.

It was a bitter day.

To hear you talk, man, you'd think the
massacre happened yesterday, not 500

years ago.

Well, he keeps the memory of it alive,
doesn't he?

Black Jamie?

Aye.

His treachery was uncovered, and he was
walled up in the east tower for it. And

he's still in there?

Since the last stone sealing it off was
set in place, not a living soul has

entered the tower.

But his ghost walks.

Playing the lament of Glen Deer from the
bagpipes.

His ghost.

You've seen it.

Aye. And you, Ian?

Aye. Isn't it about time we dropped in
on the poor old fellow?

No.

He must be very lonely.

Walled up till doomsday was his
sentence, and till doomsday he'll stay

Would you like to see where the last
tomb was set in place?

Very much.

Come on, then.

Ian? I've seen it, Mr. Spiegel.

But you'll excuse us and our curiosity.

More, man, more.

What a magnificent armoury you have
here, Eric. And every bit of it

You see, the gallery continues right
round here.

And if you look carefully, you can see
where Black Jamie was bricked in.

Now, they say that the centre stones
were the last ones to be put in place.

And when they were about to do it...
Black Jamie was seen on the other side

playing his bagpipes.

Good for Black Jamie.

Game to the last.

And since that time, at dead of night,
his ghostly piping is still to be heard.

Well, he can't do much harm. I mean, not
walled up.

Mrs. Peel, the first thing a ghost
learns is to walk through walls.

It's a fundamental part of any self
-respecting spirit's basic training.

Oh, now you're scoffing. But seriously,
there is a ghost.

I've heard it and seen it on occasion.

Well, you'll have to have a lot of wind
in his bag to disturb me tonight.

A combination of the good Scots air,
excellent brandy. I am off, and will you

excuse me, Mrs. Fields?

Good night, Mr. McPhee. The flowers of
the forest are all weed away.

A what?

Must be Robbie Burns.

Good night, George.

Good night.

There's an east wind springing up,
inclined to hole around this room, Mr.

McSteed. So I've taken the liberty of
moving your things.

Thank you.

The Lord Darnley room, sir.

Now, McSteed, you've noticed that too,
eh?

Well, you're right, man. There is not
enough salt in it.

That's better. Much better.

Here you are. Help yourself. Take plenty
of it.

Morning, Jock.

Morning, Ian.

Good morning.

Oh, salt?

Aye, thanks.

Nice morning.

How would you know?

Twenty -seven minutes past eight. It's
nearly lunchtime.

Oh, by the way, insurance.

This, uh, this mistress Peel, woman of
yours, Does her company cover her

accident? Because I will not be held
responsible for any accident she has

The way she goes traipsing about the
place.

Man, Ian, you certainly work hard at
this Tanny Scott bit, don't you?

Look, Mrs. Peel is perfectly capable of
looking after herself.

Where is she, by the way?

In her room, I imagine. You know, these
liar bed types.

Sleep half their life away.

Aye.

And how about yourself, George? Did you
pass a good night? Thank you, yes.

No disturbances?

None that I noticed.

I think he means our ghost.

Oh, he was abroad again last night. I
heard the scale of the pipe. Oh, I'm a

very heavy sleeper, yeah.

But you didn't notice anything?

Nothing at all? Only the bed.

Gave me a touch of claustrophobia. I
spent the night in a chair.

Oh, man, I'm sorry to hear that.

Well, perhaps we'll be more successful
with another room.

Coffee, Mr. McSteed.

Thank you.

Good early morning coffee.

Gives me that glad -to -be -alive
feeling.

Did you visit the dungeons last night?

Aye, as a matter of fact, I did.

You remember you expressed an interest
in Black Jamie's portrait.

Well, I brought him up for you to see.

Over here.

I'm afraid the light isn't very good
here.

How long has the castle been on the
mains?

It isn't. We generate our own
electricity.

There's a wee diesel generator down in
the stables.

That's better.

Fierce -looking fellow, isn't he?

But you didn't hear him last night.

Does he give regular concerts?

No, no.

Sometimes we hear him three times in the
one week, then we don't hear him again

for another month.

Unusual for a ghost. They usually
operate on a regular schedule.

Full moon, anniversaries, second Tuesday
of every month.

Not like Jamie.

He's certainly got an independent air.

Aye.

Well, if you'll excuse me, I've got work
to do.

Come on, Angus.

But you weren't in your room, so I
imagined you were out picking the early

morning daffodils.

I'm extremely sorry to disturb you.

Well, the door was closed. You are here
on your own. I was locked in all night.

And this thing wasn't designed for
sleeping on.

Spent a pretty restless night, eh?

Well, luckily, so did I.

Luckily? I got a spot -on service here.
Tried to press my best shirt last night.

While I was still wearing it.

Well, the gathering of the clans, it's a
good idea.

The first reasonable suggestion I've
heard.

There's so much more we could do, like
Tawny Lumiere.

You mean music and coloured lights? Why
not?

If it's good enough for the Palace of
Holyrood House, it should be good enough

for us. And what else have you got in
mind?

Saturday night hops in the courtyard if
it's fine?

Bingo in the main hall if it's not?

Exactly. The thought had crossed my
mind. Well, you can forget it.

As long as I'm the lair, the public will
stay outside Castle Dearth.

Black Jamie?

There's not much family resemblance.

I'm not so sure.

Oh? You locked up all night, me destined
to be suffocated. I think we've been

rumbled. So what have you got in mind?

Some research.

There's the history of the Diaz in this
book.

I'd like to know how many entrances were
sealed up when they popped Black Jamie

into the East Tower.

Why?

I think there's more behind these walls
than just a ghost.

Well, I'll see what I can find.

What are you going to do?

I'm going fishing.

No. In the loch?

No. In the moat.

How much longer are they staying, Mr.
Ian?

You'd better ask Mr. Angus. They're his
guests, McNab.

Finish your research, Mr. McSteed?

I have it in my satchel. I intend to
refer to it between bites.

Hello. You're researching too?

Oh, I'm just improving my general
knowledge on Clan Dias.

What have you learned?

That Bonnie Prince Charlie asked the
25th Earl to help him.

He was in a... Wild Willy.

A rising of the clans was planned in the
main hall here.

And Wild Willy persuaded men who'd been
mortal enemies to sit side by side at

that table over there.

He brought them together to serve the
pretender.

Now, if that moment were recreated...

With dummies?

In traditional costume.

It would be a moneymaker, eh, Mistress
Peel? I was about to say it would be a

moment in history that everyone could
share, thanks to you.

Young woman, do you realize the amount
of work that would be involved if I

opened this castle to the public?

I think it would be worthwhile.

And I've got a business already, a small
foundry in Edinburgh.

I didn't know that.

Well, you do now. I spend a great deal
of my time there.

And Angus is in Glasgow.

That's right.

So who manages the castle?

McNab. with the other gillies.

But McNabb's in charge.

He's fishing in the moat, is he?

Aye.

Down yonder.

I cannot see him.

Aye, behind a bush.

But if you look carefully, you'll see
the point of his rod.

Oh, aye.

I've got him.

Give a close watch, Robert, and the
chief's going to deal with him as soon

possible.

McNabb!

McNabb. What is it? There's something in
the moat. What do you mean, there's

something in the moat?

Control sent a man up to the battlements
to see if I'd seen anything.

They've got a distinct blip on the
radar.

Have you told the chief?

No, not yet.

What about McTeague?

He hasn't moved.

Probably dozed off. Right. You get back
to control.

I'll have a word with the chief and
check McTeague.

Looking for someone?

Uh, John McSteed. You haven't seen him,
have you? No, not since he went fishing

some while ago.

Why? Oh, it isn't important.

Ah, well, if I see him, I'll tell him we
were looking for him.

Mr. Peel? Yes, Ian?

Mr. Peel, I have come to a decision
about the future of Castle Deer. Oh?

Under no circumstances whatsoever will I
permit the castle to be open to the

public. Oh, but... I've made up my mind,
and that's so there's no point in any

further discussion.

I see.

To save any embarrassment, I think it
would be better if you left.

When now?

As soon as it's convenient.

I'll pack my things immediately.

However...

I do apologize for my apparent rudeness.

That's all right.

I quite understand.

Do you?

Where did Mrs. Peel go?

She's left.

What do you mean she's left? I asked her
to go.

You did what?

I made it plain to her that I had not
the slightest intention of turning this

castle into a funfair and that she was
wasting her time here.

Who do you think you are?

The Laird.

And it's about time that you remember
that. Sir, just a minute. That's enough.

I don't want to discuss it any further.

I'll never care how you work that thing.
You don't have to. Just remember not to

touch anything.

Especially those.

Oh? What's so special about them?

They open the seacocks and flood the
pen.

Oh.

What's the chief going to do about my
speed?

He hasn't said.

He's a diver. He could always have
another accident.

Two in so short a time? No.

But there will be some sort of mishap.

One way or another, when they go
tonight, Saul makes feet.

Thank you.

I think I'll go for a breath of fresh
air right now. Where will dinner be? In

about 15 minutes, Mr. Hill. Right, I'll
be back.

Would it be impertinent to inquire where
your friend MacTeed is?

I've no idea.

In fact, I thought you might know.

Well, I don't.

I'll take her.

Is there anything else you wish, Mr.
Ian?

No, no, McNab. Off you go to your bed.
Thank you, Mr. Ian.

Good night, gentlemen.

Good night, McNab.

Are you really determined?

Aye. You're a fool.

You'd think that of anybody who'd turn
down money.

It's there for the asking.

You seem to forget that I have a
tradition to uphold.

Ach, you're a granny of a tradition to
uphold, have you? And I'll not let you

anybody flog it in the market.

You're pompous, and you're greedy.

I'll admit I've a taste for money.

Now, what's the matter with you, Ian?

Are you scared that a wee bit of money
will paint you?

Or have you some other kind of skeleton
locked up in a cupboard?

And what do you mean by that?

Exactly what I say.

What are you hiding, Ian?

Why are you so frightened about people
coming in here? Shut up!

When I get back, I will expect you to
have left Castle Dearth.

You can push women around, but don't try
it with me.

Angus, I mean what I say.

Get out of here.

One of you had better go and alert the
crews.

And you can help bring McSteed down
here.

Bet he's having a smoke.

Hey, Bonzo.

Can I have a wee drop of that ale?

I can't get any reply from the power
plant.

Who's on duty there?

Rodnick. I'd better go and see what's
happened to him.

It isn't often we get a visit from you
down here.

Nor me, either.

Oh, this is most extremely interesting.

Do it yourself, submarine fan.

Well, you'll find out. May I ask how?

Vibrations. Oh.

Yes, you see, the sound of the bagpipes
say wipe out the sound of the

generators, but not the vibrations.

My swim in the moat helped me, too.

That great big plug hole in the bottom.

The submarines come in from the open sea
underwater.

They then go into the loch, then by an
underground channel into the moat, and

then into the flooded pens. And you pump
the water back into the moat again.

Do the submarines use some kind of
ultrasonic waves to drive the fish into

water? Your guess is as good as mine.

I think very slightly better.

Answer it. Probably the boss.

Control room. Yeah?

What?

Are you certain?

Yeah. He's here.

I'll tell him.

That was Roberton.

He's at the power plant.

The duty engineer's been attacked.

No, not him. A woman.

A woman?

Let her.

I would enjoy very much putting a bullet
in you, Max Deed.

But the wee hole would show when they
found my corpse in the loch.

You're an astute man.

Now, if you'll forgive me, Max Steed,
I've an appointment with Black Jimmy.

Zero minus five.

Right. Get the crews into the pen.

What about him?

He stays here till we've got the woman
as well.

It's zero minus two. Does he go in there
now?

McNabb's orders were to hold him until
we've got the woman.

Come on, man. We can't wait forever.

All right. Take him down.

Guns scare me. Always keep the safety
catch on.

Personal appearance tonight.

although your little boat has sprung a
lead.

The iron maiden, it's a doll.

You thought it was the iron, didn't you?

Yes. You also thought it was a doll.

Well, it is. The back opens
automatically.

Not this time.

It's jammed.

Sorry you didn't get any real fishing
in.

Fishing? We're going to now.

What, in those clothes?

Why not, Mrs Beale?