All language subtitles for monarch_of_the_glen_s05e04

Come on, this is your chance, boys. Find
the space.

Well played. Where did you get the
teepees from?

Lots of the Mohicans.

What? It's a long story.

Pass and goal, pass and goal. Go on.
Well played.

That's it.

Oh, come on, the Stags. Pass it. Good
stuff. Well played. Keep it up, lads.

Hopeless.

Angus, push up.

Where's your game against Glen Campbell?
This weekend. Come on, Fags! Pass it!

I don't know why you bother coaching
them. We lose every single year.

Not this time, Lex. Not this time. This
is our year. I can feel it. That's it.

Shoot! Where's the defence?

Come on!

Angus, push up! Push up!

Come on, Billy, clear it.

I'll throw in the towel now if I owe
you, Archie.

Right,

go on, Angus. Keep running off the ball.

Hey, shape up. I'll check you up.

Excuse me.

Aye.

Giving up, are you, laddie?

Alright, here we go.

I hope you don't have that.

Only have you got the hot water.

Hi, Dad.

Jessica.

No way, is that a penalty? He dived.

Duncan.

Oh, come on, Duncan.

Penalties. Yes, yes.

Come on, Angus, man.

Of course you do, son. Come on, Angus.

Here we go.

You wouldn't believe he had a trial for
Dunfermline.

Told a lot of promise, apparently.

My game, I think.

Can we say £1 a goal?

5 -0, that'll be £5.

Thanks.

I don't remember the last time we had a
half -decent football team.

Thank you.

I used to play for the Stag.

Aye, well, Goli said you spent most of
the time on the bench.

Oh, well, yeah, exactly, Lex. That's
always been my problem.

Never allowed to shine.

You know, that's all about to change.

What for?

Jump in.

Stag's underperformed, but I had a good
game.

Glenbogel Estate.

Molly speaking.

No, no, I'm sorry.

Well, blame it on all those satellite
thingies.

You know, whizzing round in space.

I don't want you to go for the
interview.

Oh, come on, Hermione.

I can't see the point of you being in
Glasgow if I'm at Kilwoolly Castle.

You want me to better myself, you said,
so I can meet your friends without

embarrassing you.

Put it on the list, you said.

New job.

Trainee assistant under -manager of an
hotel.

I mean, it's hardly you, is it, Duncan?

Does Archie know?

Archie... Oh, come on, Hermione.

This was going to be our secret, at
least till I get the job.

Or not.

Yes, bring back the old jungle drums.

No, not at all. Goodbye.

Wrong number.

Now, where were we?

You were telling me how much you're
looking forward to our weekend

away. Actually, I was thinking about the
weekend.

Ah.

Hmm?

What do you think, Thailand?

Thailand.

And New Zealand, maybe?

I told you, you just stick to what you
know.

Is that what you did?

Yep.

Well, I went straight from school to uni
to my master's, so I thought I'd take a

year out now and catch up on real life.
We're going to need the table.

Sorry.

It's the same.

I'll be gone.

The day you won't even know I've been.

I think you'll love it, Molly. The
hotel's in a charming location.

This break's going to do you the world
of good. Andrew, I really don't think I

can go away with you.

I thought we agreed.

I thought we agreed we'd spend some time
together.

Alone.

Yes, and I'd like that very much,
really, I would.

But not this weekend.

It's the football match, you see.

The big local derby. And it means a
tremendous amount to Archie, and I

ought to be there.

Archie. Hello, Andrew.

Coaching the team is one of the few
perks that I get as lead. It's what

expect.

How did the poor dears get on?

Oh, the stags, Molly.

Called the stags. Oh, yes, of course.

Winning's the thing. That's what people
want. They don't care how or who gets

them there. They simply want to win. Oh,
my word.

Spoken like your father.

Now, with some of my lads playing for
the Stags and me as coach... That's

been Archie's job. Your lads can't play
for the Stags. They have to be local.

Oh, they are.

Temporarily. Well, that's cheating.

You let me coach the team, Archie, and
I'll bring home the bacon.

Antlers, dear.

Can't be done.

Who coaches, Glen Campbell? That has
nothing to do with it. They get the best

man for the job. Ask your boys.

Glen Campbell do things their way. We do
things our way. They win.

You lose.

Maybe now is the time to share the
beauty, you know, two heads and all

Delegation. That's what leadership's all
about.

The general never takes the battlefield.

Sharing the burden might help. Great.
Two heads out here.

One lad.

Absolutely. And you'd use some of your
boys?

Yeah, we could kill two birds with one
stone.

The game would give my lads something to
aim for.

And you're more than likely to get your
antlers back.

Well, I suppose there's plenty I should
be getting on with here.

Funny game of football, eh?

Apparently I haven't got time to get my
new kit, though. The old one's in a

right state.

We're going to have to have some house
rules here.

Okay. I would really, really appreciate
it if you wouldn't mind keeping your...

your things.

What things? Your girly things.

In your room.

You're beginning to sound like Mum.

How is your mother?

Ah, she's all right, I suppose.

Actually, that's why I'm here. We've had
a row.

See?

Didn't like the person I was seeing.

What person's this?

My boyfriend.

He decided he was unsuitable, end of
story.

And she knows all about suitable men, I
suppose.

Is this somebody at the university?

Sean.

He was one of my lecturers, actually.

Right. This Saturday, some of you will
have the honour of representing the

in the annual fixture against Glen
Campbell under -17s.

So, you've got three days to prove to me
that you deserve a place in the team.

Hey,

how many foreigners play for Man United?

Yeah, the difference being they
sometimes win.

Right, from now on, you are all
competing for a place in that team.

OK, Milot, back to your teepees. The
rest of you?

Don't keep your proud parents waiting.

Morning, golly. Aye, aye.

Are you spring cleaning? No, I need the
space so that Jeff is here.

Jeff? Is she back?

Uh -huh.

Really?

Anyway, the thing is, I need today and
tomorrow off, if that's okay.

What's that?

You see, it's a personal matter of
the...

utmost delicacy. And if I were... What?

I said you could have the time off.

You mean you don't need me?

No, no, no, no. I didn't say that.

So if I weren't here, you'd miss me?

Yeah.

Yeah, I suppose we would.

Good.

But do I know you?

I?

Maybe you do.

You all right?

Oh, Archie.

Carpets, Archie. Do you ever think
about... I mean, really think about

We walk across them day after day, but
we don't notice them.

We take them for granted, Archie. You
going somewhere, Lunk?

Hmm?

Huh? Oh.

Weight training.

Good for the old shoulder muscle.

See ya.

Ignore it.

Get on with it.

All right.

That's enough.

He put me off.

Who did?

The old man.

What old man?

Look, I know you've got the talent, but
the way you're playing now, you're not

even good enough for this lot.

I'm not bothered.

Well, you should be.

I want to go home.

If I send you home, what do you think is
going to happen?

You'll be seen as having failed.

Yet again.

You mean you will?

There was somebody here.

I was talking to him, maybe.

Looking at one of them old football
annuals.

You must have been dreaming.

Either that or you're beginning to lose
the plot.

Maybe you're right.

You've been busy, I see.

Mm -hm.

House rules, remember?

Sean says I always leave his place in a
total mess.

You two should meet.

You get on?

He's a doctor, Archie.

Well, maybe he's a doctor of philosophy.

Yeah, well, he can do his philosophising
somewhere else and not all over my wee

girl. Well, she's not that anymore, is
she?

She is to me.

Anyway, I'd like the rest of the day
off.

Won't take me long to sort them out.

Have you thought about what you're going
to say to him?

I'll cross that bridge when I come to
it.

And you've told Jess that you're going?

No. All right.

Here's what we're going to do.

You keep Jess occupied somewhere on the
estate, and I will talk to this Dr Cook

fellow. I've got to go to Glasgow for
something anyway.

And you think I'll make a fool of
myself?

No.

Don't worry, I'll make sure that he
doesn't tell Jess.

Who?

I'll, um...

I'll appeal to his sense for survival.

And I'm pretty sure that the college
authorities would be prepared to give me

hearing, too.

A blackmail?

No, don't go soft on me, Gunny.

Shouldn't you be with the others?

Paul thinks I'm rubbish.

Well, that's just his way.

Tough love.

It's a man thing.

Do you play football at home?

I used to.

Does your mum and dad come and watch you
play?

He did, but it's just me and mum now.

And she's always busy.

Everyone else's mum and dad came, so I
stopped going.

It's just me and my mum now.

Do you want it so different, you and me?

Oh, aye.

Aye?

My dad used to take me to watch the
football.

I used to wear my scarf and my wee
woolly hat.

We'd talk the whole way home about
whether or not it was a free kick and

was wrong with the referee.

Did you like footballing?

I did.

But it just reminds me of my dad, so...
I don't.

You?

Yeah, I do.

Would you mind if I came and watched you
play?

I thought you didn't like football.

I don't.

See ya.

Duncan. Oh, gee.

Where are you going?

Me?

I'm for a bit of a jog, you know, and a
bit of weight training thrown in for

good measure.

So you're jogging all the way to
Glasgow?

Sorry, Glasgow.

Oh, Glasgow.

Well, you know, bit of jogging, bit of
hitching. You know, no point overdoing

at all, is there?

Get in.

Yeah.

There's a site.

Yeah, but who's it for?

It's for us.

For everyone.

It's got nothing to do with real life.

It's like being in a bubble.

It's true enough to me.

A truly sustainable environment should
be connected to the real world.

Anything else is an exercise in feudal
capitalism.

That's what Sean says.

Thanks.

The boyfriend?

He is one of the leading experts in land
management.

I suppose there'll be a lot of land
needing managed in Glasgow.

It's not me that's living in a bubble.

He's twice your age.

Don't you think it's a bit late to start
giving me lectures?

I'm not giving you lectures.

I may not always have been there for
you, but I'm your father.

Nothing changes that. Nothing.

If you're trying to make up for a lot of
time, forget it.

I can always leave if you'd rather. I
can't help how I feel.

Right, keep going.

Come on, Angus.

Right, Angus, back down the hill and
straight back up again. Come on.

Don't you think I've been a bit hard on
him?

What do you suggest?

A bit of careful handling?

We've got a game to win.

I've got just over a day and a half to
get this lot looking so like a football

team. It doesn't mean so much to you
anyway.

Angus?

Let him go.

So you're just going to give up on him?

Something he's given up on himself,
don't you?

Right, come on.

Hi, I'm Duncan. I've got a letter.

I've got a letter from Teddy Carter.

Hi, I'm Duncan.

I've got a meeting tomorrow with Sadie
Carter from Human Resources.

I was wondering if it was all right for
me to have a look around to familiarise

myself with the hotel.

Establishment. Facilities.

Tell Sadie Duncan's here.

Hi, I'm Sadie.

So much for feudalism. And so we come to
the present day.

What we may ask has changed.

The feudal lord had power over every
aspect of his serfs' or tenants' lives.

To what extent does the modern Laird
reproduce this model?

More, perhaps, than we might imagine.

Jess?

Won't I do?

I'm sorry, Molly.

I thought I heard you beavering away.
Everything all right?

Well, no, actually.

Jessica has got herself a boyfriend who
is a lot older than she is.

Oh.

Well, there's something to be said for
the older man.

They're more settled.

And... Well, he could probably afford to
take her to nice places by her

presence.

And there's nothing like experience.

Maybe not.

It's her own fault.

Nonsense. She hates me.

It's obvious.

We're a... Emotional punchbags when it
comes to our children, golly.

She'll move on from this older man, but
you'll always be there for her. She

knows that.

Does she love him?

Seeing him, that's enough, isn't it?

Spending time with somebody is not the
same thing as loving them.

I suppose not.

People spend time together for all sorts
of reasons.

Sometimes they're just lonely.

Maybe love should be left to the young.
The older one gets, the less brave one

becomes. You'll never be old, Molly.

Andrew.

Sorry.

Are you sitting?

Am I late?

Not to worry. I'll drop this at the
house and see you this evening.

Fine.

Oh, dear.

Are you lonely, Molly?

No. Poor Jeff.

I don't know what it's like to be in
love.

Not the most rational of feelings.

No.

When we do fall in love, it's not always
with the right person.

A sustainable social...

economic and environmentally acceptable
land economy.

The bubble theory.

I'm

a lad.

A lad of Glimbo.

and I think it's you who's living in a
bubble.

We have amongst us a social, political,
and economic dinosaur.

If you're not interested, the university
authorities might be.

Then I suggest you talk to them.

Right now, I have an important date with
a very special young lady.

Why doesn't that surprise me?

My daughter, Katie.

Hey, yeah.

You're married?

Uh -huh.

Come and see me tomorrow.

Call from me at the faculty office.

Got a minute?

Good old time in the world.

I need a spot of advice.

Well, as long as it's not about dealing
with young women.

Oh, it's about Molly, actually.

You're the only person I could think of
to ask.

I bet you know I'm very fond of her.

I think I do.

I want to make her happy, but I don't
think I want to get through to her. It's

as if she's somehow avoiding the issue.

I dare say she's happy enough.

You really think so?

Andrew, I think the truth of the matter
is that you want Molly to make you

happy.

I've never met anyone that put a clock
on Molly and wasn't disappointed.

And they say there are some still
waiting.

Hello.

If it's who she wants, she'll come round
in her own good time.

And she will not be rushed.

Some soup for Paul's boys.

Is that the time?

Mm -hm.

Andrew, I'm simply not ready for him.

He wants to finish my hands.

Oh, I look an absolute fright.

You've been seeing quite a lot, Andrew.

I'm fine.

He, um... He wants me to go away with
him.

At a weekend?

At my age?

His age bothered you, Molly.

Only when it matters.

You like him, don't you?

Molly?

Yes, of course I like him.

So go for it.

Well, what would Hector think?

Molly, and I am rather enjoying my
independence.

Or loneliness.

Oh, nonsense.

Take love where you find it, Molly.

Worry about the messy bits later, eh?

Come and

get it!

What is it?

Check them.

You're spoiling them.

Why not?

Are you going to come and join us?

You look like you do with some more
soup.

Yeah.

Where do you want me?

Where we left off.

Oh, yes.

Cool.

Where's Lexi?

Oh, she's at the outdoor centre running
the soup kitchen.

So it's just you and me, I'm afraid.

I've been thinking, Andrew, about the
football match.

Will you be there?

Well, I can hardly not cheer on the home
team.

Up the stags?

Won't.

It'll be over by mid -afternoon.

Do you have any plans for the rest of
the weekend?

I did.

And now you've made other arrangements?

No.

Good.

No sense in rushing things.

Because only fools rush in. That's
right, isn't it?

I suppose they do.

My thinking, exactly.

The light's going.

Billy?

We're fools.

We have all the time in the world.

I'll see my couple.

Good night.

Good night.

What are you smiling at?

I thought you were on an errand for
Hermione.

No, it got a bit complicated.

Just for one night, mate.

Yeah, me too.

I haven't got anywhere yet.

Where are you staying?

I haven't checked in yet.

They're holding the room at six o
'clock. What time is it?

I'm at seven.

Never mind. We'll finish the evening.
Don't hide from us.

Leave it with me.

Hi.

Do you have any room? Yeah, sure.

Ah, great. Thanks a lot.

Problem solved.

I've got the shoe, but problem solved.

Duncan, you do know that this is a gay
bar?

Yeah, it's all right, eh?

No, Duncan. Gay.

Yeah, gay.

Gay.

I've just booked us in a double room.

I'll unbook it. It's all right, it's all
right. It's a bed.

So, Archie, how's the wife?

Lexi, she's fine, yeah.

Great. I suppose I should give her a
call, actually.

What, wife?

You're going to call the wife, are you,
Archie?

Time for you to stop punching me.

You're supposed to do it back to me.

I'll wrestle.

So, why are you sitting in here and not
in the house?

First law of leadership.

Never expect your men to do anything you
wouldn't do or go anywhere you wouldn't

go.

And do you really think that... we're
going to win.

Why this one interest in the match?

Well, I could ask you the same thing.

I just want to make a contribution.

Prove myself, I suppose.

What you're doing is great.

And it's really good for Glenbogle and
it's good for the kids that come here.

But?

I think that you should tread carefully
on Archie's turf.

You think I'm overstepping the mark?

No, no, I... I just think that maybe
you're trying too hard.

You know, you don't need to prove
anything, Paul.

You... you belong here.

And... you need to watch out for wee
Angus.

I thought you were doing that.

He misses his dad.

You're good with him.

At least he listens to you.

I suppose you'll be having children of
your own soon.

That is a long way away.

Well, you'll make a good mum.

I suppose my childhood wasn't much to
write home about.

My mum just couldn't cope.

And then when my dad walked out...
Artie's hardly like to do that, is he?

No, no.

Of course not.

But then...

Never thought my dad would either.

What about Archie?

Do you want kids?

You know, it's different for him.

I mean, he grew up here.

He's a very lucky man.

Yeah, having all this, I mean.

I'd better go.

Thanks. Archie?

Yes?

Are you asleep?

Yes.

Fancy a drink?

Don't let me shut.

Not necessary.

Archie? Hmm?

I lied about why I'm here.

Okay, so why are you here?

Job interview.

Dad?

I'm frightened.

Come here.

It's only a wee storm.

I didn't know you were scared of
thunder.

I should say.

No,

I need to better myself, Archie. If
you're unhappy at Glenbow, you should

just said something. No, I'm not
unhappy.

I could have found something else for
you.

I don't want any favours, Archie.

No, I need to prove I can make something
of myself, by myself.

I thought we were family.

You, me, Golly, Lexi. Now there's Paul.

Families go their own way. They fly the
nest.

I mean, no offence, actually, but it is
time to move on.

You've made changes on the estate.

You've proved yourself.

Because I had to.

I've become a dinosaur.

You see...

You're the laird, Archie.

I mean, you can do what you like.

And when you decide to move on, then,
well, you can go out and find something

for yourself.

That's what I want to do.

Something for me.

Just me.

Go!

Go!

Woo!

You'll be the lad's wife, Lexie.

I am?

I told him all about you.

He used to play too.

Could have played for Gotland.

Let's be having you then.

Breakfast!

Morning. Morning.

Archie.

What? Archie, I'm late.

Late for what?

The interview.

You'll be fine.

I won't, Archie. I won't be fine.

Archie! What?

You've got to help me. You know all
about this sort of thing.

Why should I?

Oh, great.

Thank you very much.

You share my bed and the next morning
you cast me aside without so much as a

bite of your leaf.

Great.

No.

Oh, no.

Now, see, I don't know why you're
bothering.

I gave him a chance and he didn't take
it.

Well, you have to spell it out then.

You know, and even then that doesn't
always work.

Most men are emotionally dyslexic.

Oh, definitely not.

I rather like that one.

Do you not think that it makes you look,
um, settled?

You never called me that before.

Well, I've never had to dress you for a
dirty weekend before.

I didn't say I was going.

No. Oh.

There.

Very nice.

One of my favourites. Oh, no, look.

This will take far too long to come off.

Dorothy, please.

Don't you think I should wait for him to
ask me again?

He already has asked you. Well, once
more would be nice.

He did rather flee last night. Well, he
was being a gentleman.

Oh, dear.

You need to give him a signal.

What sort of signal?

This sort of signal. Oh, no, no, no. No,
I couldn't possibly.

Oh, well.

Rather nice.

How do you do? Please sit down.

Okay. Now remember, look relaxed and
you'll feel relaxed.

Okay.

How?

Uh, well, like this.

Right.

That's easy enough.

Good.

Just relax.

How's it feel?

Uh, good.

Yeah, pretty good.

Okay. Now, don't appear to be too eager.

Remember, you're interviewing them as
much as they're interviewing you.

No.

No, Archie, it's me that wants the job.

Yes, I know that, Duncan, but, um...
Well, you can't appear to be too

No, I'm desperate.

You're a man of the world.

The world is your oyster.

You can have any job that you want.

Make them think that they are just one
of a long list of possibilities.

Just relax.

Relax.

Ever since I was first inducted into the
targeted visitor facility

at Glenbogle Estates PLC, I realized
that the...

Primary candidate source would have to
extend beyond the local

catchment area if business was to
expand. This required a studied and

approach to time -space management with
an ability to put

in place an alternative, although by no
means less effective.

series of measures if they need arose
through, for example, human

deviation from the already existing...
I'm sorry.

Is this you, Duncan?

I'm sorry if I've wasted your time.

Aye.

You're warning me off the daughter of
one of your retainers. He's a friend,

on the payroll.

He works with me. For you.

That's hardly the point. The point being
that, but for an accident at birth, the

roles might have been reversed.

I mean, you own the ground he works on.
Not only was Jessica one of your

students, but you're a married man.

They do own 40 ,000 acres, but with that
comes a burden of responsibility that I

take very seriously. The defense of the
benevolent dictator.

Come. Little 21st century. Wake up and
smell the coffee. We have opened up the

estate. We run outward -bound schemes
for city children. We've brought wolves

back to the highlands. We support the
local community. There must be something

I'm doing right. Aye, but you, one man,
owns a great swathe of this country.

Yes. And all the good work, the access,
whatever you want to call it.

It's all in your gift as Laird. Well, it
may seem archaic to you, but we are

modernising. For Laird, re -managing
director, I run a family business that

benefits a lot of people.

I suppose you do.

Would you read my lecture notes?

Why? You might be open to persuasion.

As for being married, it's more of a
technicality.

I'm about to be divorced.

I'm sorry.

And you can tell Jessica's father that
it's over between us.

She dumped me.

He asked me to move in with him.

I told him I wasn't ready for that sort
of commitment.

Should have left things as they were, I
suppose.

But you can't go back, can you?

Why didn't you tell me?

Because you were too bothered with your
own feelings for Len.

I'm sorry, Lois.

I do miss her.

I loved him, Dad.

I really loved him. Oh, my darling.

I know, I know, I know.

I don't always love the right person, do
we?

There's something liberating about
losing whatever it is you hold dear.

You should try it sometime.

Don't forget my wife's notes.

They won't buy.

Miss me?

A little bit.

Where did it go?

Tell me, Lex.

Do you think it's wrong for one man to
own an estate this size?

Depends what he does with it.

Am I a dinosaur?

Or a dictator.

You all right?

Yeah, fine.

I'll talk about it in the morning.

Bed?

You'll never guess who I slept with last
night.

Archie?

You had your chance.

I thought others deserved it more.

What's wrong?

He's on the bench.

Oh, great.

Hey, that's me.

Dad, I've been thinking.

Listen, if it's about that business with
your teacher... It's not.

If I am going to stay, you're going to
have to learn to trust me.

Does that mean that you're thinking of
staying?

For a while.

Just to work out what I'm going to do.

Are you going to have to learn to tidy
up after yourself?

You'll need to learn all about me and my
dad.

Fair enough.

Well, welcome to the bubble.

Right.

What do you think?

Yeah, great.

You're supposed to be helping me,
Duncan. This is going to be my office.

Just been missing the match.

What's more important?

Me or a silly game of football?

You, Hermione.

Every time.

We worked hard, okay?

We've trained well.

I want you to get out there and poke it,
okay?

Work hard for each other.

We can do this.

We can win this game.

Bye, boys.

Yeah.

Kit was looking a bit sad, so... Whee!

Come on, up the stage, eh?

Up the stage!

I'm running with you now.

All right, you can sign your own number
and pass it around.

I don't think it's too much for a
football match, I mean. No, of course

I have got a case in the car.

You do? I could change into something
more, or I could wait till we get to the

hotel. You look absolutely perfect.

We don't know much about Andrew, but he
does make Mother happy,

doesn't he?

Come on

Aren't you going to open it?

I can't.

Duncan.

You need it.

What did they say?

Dear Duncan.

Blah, blah, blah.

We are...

that your application for the position
of father has been unsuccessful.

But they almost offered me the job there
and then.

Yours, et cetera.

I'm sorry, Duncan.

Maybe I was aiming too high.

Look on the bright side.

I'm trying, Hermione. I really am.

You won't be going away from me, will
you?

No.

No.

I don't suppose I will.

How much longer have we got?

No, it's not too bad, considering.

Look, if it ends up a draw, they get to
keep the Amherst for another year.

Oh, come on!

Penalty! Penalty!

Penalty! Penalty!

Can we have the train over, please?

Come on, there's your chance.

I'm not going on.

We had a deal.

I changed my mind.

Well, you won't be letting your whole
team down.

You'll be letting me down.

And worst of all, you'll be letting
yourself down.

Is that what you want? I don't care.

Yeah, well, I do.

Go on, whether you like it or not. Look,
you can't make me. You're not my mum.

Fine.

You talk to him, then.

Come here.

What's it to be?

I'm not going on.

You're 15.

You've got your whole life ahead of you.

I mean, I'd give it a go if I had the
chance, but I gave up.

I knew it.

Hamish McKinnon.

Is that what you want?

No. He was one of my heroes, Lexi. What
might have been counts for nothing.

It's just a dream.

Do you still dream, laddie?

Scoring a hat -trick for Scotland, eh?

Course you do.

Right,

on you go.

Let me take the penalty.

Look, what's more important, winning the
game or helping the boy?

Okay, you take it.

Come on, Angus.

Come on, Angus.

Come on, Angus. Come on, Angus.

You could have been the best, man.

What happened?

We played Palermo in the European Cup
Winners' Cup.

It didn't feel like a disaster that it
was there.

We got a last -minute penalty.

Could have been the winning goal.

But you missed it.

Lost in extra time.

Things were never the same after that.

All this time I thought you were...
Dead.

Sorry.

Yes, in fact, Lexi and I, we're having a
little bit of a chat, and, well, I

think we should share more of the
workload and the responsibilities of

the estate.

You sure about this?

Yeah.

It's time to wake up and smell the
coffee.

Come on, tea pot's out.

Watch out.

Where did Hamish go?

He didn't see me score.

Oh, he did, son.

I'm sure he did.

Come on, Angus.

Come on, Angus.

The photographer wants a photo of the
lad with the theme.

Yes, go.

Paul, you should be in this too. Come
on.

Go on, Paul.

Hey. Hey.