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You're off early.

Yeah, stuff to do.

Is there anything I can...

The

Ligon Moor is a king among Scotch
whiskeys. Use fire that'll be turning in

grave.

From what little I remember of him, he
was usually too drunk to turn in his own

bed. You come back after all these
years, knowing nothing about the job.

can do simple subtraction. The rate
we're losing money will be out of

in weeks.

So who's with me when it comes to the
vote?

Against?

Looks like our late running Laird has
the casting vote.

No sign of Hector McDonald, so
countenance is sacred.

Morning. Like McDonald.

And how are we all?

Okay, so I'll just have a look over
these proposals and I'll get back to

was hoping to have this resolved by now.
I mean, every day that passes, go

deeper in the mire.

Amanda, I am not going to be pushed into
a decision which affects people's

livelihoods. Hear, hear.

Nor will I see a decent business running
to the ground through prehistoric

working practices.

What's wrong?

I'm starting a new plantation today.

Good for you.

You're not going to help?

You know the estate better than anyone.

Just a few trees, Jessica. Have some
confidence in yourself.

Andrew wants me to keep an eye on his
cottage.

He's moving into the big house today.

I thought the cellar was a bit bare. I
hope you don't mind.

I'm sure we'll think of something to do
with it.

A wagon moor? That's his favourite.

Do you remember when he gave those
tasting courses for the tourists?

I say, fine colour, excellent legs,
hints of vanilla.

Far too good for a river, I like you.

What's all this?

It's a new laden moor.

Oh, well.

It's like I'm going to have to pull out
all the stops in the kitchen tonight.

Right,

shall we get this lot down the cellar,
then?

Actually, I should be up in the
plantation helping Jeff, so I'll...

the bottle tonight and you can see what
all the fuck it's about.

Er, yeah.

Yeah, OK.

Do you know, it still hasn't quite sunk
in, I'm about to marry the most

beautiful woman in Scotland.

And I've finally pulled a bloke with a
motorbike.

We may be outnumbered, but the females
haven't won yet.

The young Archibald Macdonald has a
brother, I understand.

Born out of wedlock, but a Macdonald for
all that, and a male.

Everything all right?

Yeah, all quiet for once.

No booking at the outdoor centre for a
couple of days.

Oh, thank you.

Having a clear up?

No, no, just a short out.

Sure they'll all come in handy someday.

So, what can I do?

Not much going on.

I can help, you know.

Mm -hm.

Unless you insist on doing everything by
yourself.

Like I said, there's not much going on.

Oh, what about this morning?

Why the suit?

Oh, that was a board meeting. Just a
local business. We've got an interest

And? And I have to pay some bills down
at the village.

Oh, actually, if you've got a minute.

Could you, um, ring through that
butcher's order for me?

Thank you.

He's moping around with a love stick.
You know, John.

No, the love stick.

I think they'd know.

I'm no stranger to affairs of the heart.

Yeah? I don't really want to talk about
it, Jess. It's still a bit raw and in an

interesting and sorrow way, but I don't
know if I'll be able to love again

easily.

Yeah.

Mind you, if the right girl came along,
then, well, you know, I'd be well up for

it.

Shall we make a pact, then?

What?

Please.

Hiya.

Hi. Is this Gwen Bulgo?

Yeah.

I've got a mate that works here.

Really?

You'd better come in, then.

Oh, and they are beautiful.

You shouldn't have.

You deserve to be surrounded by colour
and beauty.

From now on, it's my mission to make
sure you are. I expect you say that to

the widows.

Why do you say that?

Oh, Andrew, your mission from now on is
to understand my childish sense of

humour.

Maybe it's me.

I'm getting under his feet.

Oh, golly loves having you at the cross.

Yeah, he might miss his independence,
though. I know I do sometimes.

Well, perhaps you could look for a place
on your own. I mean, I could help you.

Yeah, big step.

I don't mind.

For me, hello.

Well, I guess I'm not wedded to
Glenbogle. Glad to hear it.

Guy?

What are you doing here?

I came to see you.

All this way?

Yeah.

Me and Julie finally bit the dust. Fancy
the bit of a break.

Right. I'm sorry.

Duncan Mackay.

Head ranger.

Me and Jess were on the same course.

Oh, so you're in the business.

Missed too many lectures.

Too much else going on.

On with the show then, Jessica?

Yeah. Jessica now, very grown up.

I'll give you a hand.

No, we're fine.

I promise not to get them upside down.

Come on then. Right, let's go.

I need a bit of a favour in return.

You're back.

Have you ordered any flowers?

No. It looks like we're to the gross
national product Holland delivered.

Show me.

Mr Morley.

You know...

I'm not, you know, this happy.

Well, for a while anyway.

Has any meat arrived yet?

No, I'll go and collect it now that
you're back with the pick -up.

No need.

I haven't stopped at the liver by some
bloke in a strappy apron. It's a bit

gospel power, don't you think?

Well, it's the way we do it.

Well, maybe we should do it differently.

Progress, eh?

Modernisation. Can't harm.

Well, tell that to the bloke in the
tripe apron.

He's out of a job and his family's
hungry.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Yeah. It's turned out to be quite nice
there.

It wasn't planned?

Well, Andrew wanted me to climb Ben
Bogle.

I had to wriggle out a bit.

My Munro -bagging days are over.

Never. And good riddance.

Another small line crossed out in the
Book of Life.

Love.

I thought that had been crossed out,
too.

I am so happy for you, Molly.

I know so little about him.

He's charming.

And he's pretty cute.

And he is obviously loaded.

It's an heirloom.

Andrew's father brought it back from
India after the war.

He carried it next to his heart all
through the Burma campaign. And he

to Andrew's mother on his first day
home.

Nobody has ever worn it except Andrew's
mother and me.

think I'm rushing into this?

No.

See you the day, Molly.

Love won't wait.

Right? Oh, listen to me. Me, me, me, me,
me.

So, what is it you wanted?

Oh, no. Nothing.

Oh, Lexi, you had so much to do with
Archie away. What was it?

Well, it's just to avoid any confusion.

Could you make sure that all the orders
come through me?

Well, of course. Obviously, I'm...

Well, what all just?

A very large consignment of flowers.

They were gifts from Andrew.

Ah.

They were invoiced to the Glenbogle
estate.

Well, you can't think that he wasn't
going to pay for them. No, I mean, that

never crossed my mind.

Obviously a mistake by the florist. Yes,
yes.

I'll ask him to give you a cheque.

No, no, no, no, you don't have to.

Would you be the bastard son of Hector
MacDonald?

That's one way of putting it.

Gregor Macintosh. Head distiller at the
Lagoon Moor.

Now, where have I heard that name?

Uh, producers of the finest 12 -year
-old malt since 1850?

My father's favourite.

Great enough.

Rest assured.

I just thank the Lord that he's been to
bear knowledge of the latest

development.

The place is to be run by a female.

It happens.

The former owner's daughter, a mere slip
of a girl of no experience, who now

seeks to form a powder -puff alliance
with a young MacDonald female.

Lexie. Who this morning claimed to speak
for the Laird on the flimsy pretext of

marriage.

What's her interest in the company?

Your father was on the board. She now
fills his seat.

Which has always been a male preserve.

Well, she left her a pretty free hand.

Well, to turn us into a factory feeding
greed with a base and unpalatable

product. Argue your case.

Right, but we speak completely different
languages.

You, on the other hand, will understand.

You think so?

The lag and more course through your
father's veins.

almost untainted by blood or other such
impurities.

You are his son, are you not?

Afternoon, Dolly.

Where have you been hiding yourself?

I haven't been hiding.

Come in, come in.

You look a bit pale. Are you all right?

I'm well enough.

I can see that you are.

Never better.

What do you think of this?

I'm no judge of material, Molly.

But I'm a fair judge of a man.

Don't be inscrutable, Golly. It's too
early. Andrew, Molly, Andrew. I just

he's the man you take him for.

Golly, please.

I fear he may not be. That is enough.
I've tried to stand back. I've tried,

I can't. Well, then try a little harder.

I'm worried that you're making a
terrible mistake.

What do you base that on?

Instinct.

I trust your instincts in all matters
regarding the estate, but in this

you must trust mine.

It's not just... Oh.

You're taking this matter by some
curtaining, are you, Molly?

Well, uh...

Golly says that he's no judge.

I'll leave it to you to decorate it.

Strange bloke.

Hewn from the rock of his native land
comes to mind.

Yes. Yes, he is a rock. So what do you
choose?

Well, I thought this one.

Perfect.

So by this time, nobody's got a stitch
on except me and Jess.

She's down to her bran panties, and I'm
pleasing my wee fellow off my box with

one sock. Have another, Sarnie.

I've got three jacks, so I'm quietly
confident.

You really don't think Duncan needs to
hear this?

No, no, I mean, it's interesting.

So, have you sorted out anywhere to stay
yet?

Ah, that was a favour.

I'm a bit short of ladies till I can
cash a gyro.

Oh, well, I'll see what Dad says.

Oh, it's awful wee, your Dad's croft.

We don't mind that, do we? Well, I don't
know if he's in the mood for visitors,

just, you know, for what you said.

He wouldn't turn an old buddy of his
daughter's away.

Well, um, yeah, I'll see what Dad says.

The local minister, when it came to
baptising his first grandchild, drew the

water from this barn.

He reckoned if it had to be holy water,
it might as well be proper holy water.

And it winds up in a lager ball.

Fourteen employees.

That'll have a wage bill.

Can you get by on this?

Barely. It comes from our neighbour's
farm.

In here are the steeps, then the malting
floor, where it's bred and turned by

hand for 12 days.

Can't you get machines to do that?

Next, dried over peat fire and ground by
water furrow, then into the mash pan

with our beautiful button, turned it
into the wort.

A long process.

Then into the copper stove to be twice
-stilled and finally into cash.

Not done yet, then?

Three weeks, give or take.

Then 12 years of note before we let you
buggers drink.

Well, enjoy, young man.

As your father did before you, and your
children will, long after you're dead

and gone.

God willing.

It's a bit early for me.

So there's a new partition wall here and
here, and a new doorway there leading

between those two rooms.

Oh, sorry.

No, lefty, wait.

There, I've signed it.

Would you mind filling in the figures
for me?

I'm sorry about the confusion and that
Molly was troubled.

Oh, it's okay.

Listen, I'll come back later. No, no,
you need to see this.

It's just an idea.

So that Molly and I will have our own
wing of the house.

That way we won't be disturbing you all
the time.

Hey, um...

Is that a kitchen, upstairs?

No, no, I won't have any sexist remarks.
I'm actually quite a good cook. Yeah,

I'm sure you are.

We'll still eat together?

Of course we can.

See, the house should serve the way we
live, not the other way around.

Of course, well, if that's what you
want, Molly.

Yes.

Amanda!

This here is a true blood descendant of
Hector MacDonald.

Really? The male lion is now
represented.

Amanda McLeish.

Delighted. How do you do?

This place doesn't have the muscle to
compete with the big brands.

And the working practices are clear.

Well, you could say that about any
handmade product. There's a long

here, and that's important to people.

I respect tradition.

But we can't find an excuse to let
things drift towards the abyss.

And the staffing levels here make Man
United look like the corner shop.

It's a labour -intensive process.

Gregor's done a job on you.

I make up my own mind. On half a tail.

Must be a man thing.

OK. You tell me this place is on its
last legs, but I don't see the evidence.

I have it. So show me.

Have dinner with me.

What? Tonight.

I'll show you the figures, you be the
judge.

Lexi is a crossfit already.

That doesn't stop you from taking an
interest, does it?

Okay.

I ought to warn you, I'm no expert.

You're from the real world, Paul.

A rare beast in this neck of the woods.

Jess, how are the trees?

What brought this on?

I come from a long line of social
drinkers.

As your mother no doubt told you.

Is it me?

And the one bright spark in the whole
sky.

What is it you wanted?

Nothing.

You didn't break off your work just for
nothing?

No, I just wanted to say that you were
okay.

Well... You don't worry about me, Jess.
You just carry on with your own day, and

I'll carry on with mine.

Listen, I couldn't say this in front of
Jess, but, well, her dad, a bit scary.

Well, he's always been okay with me,
but, well, I keep out his way after

You really don't want me here, do you?

Doesn't matter to me.

Look, I missed out big time with Jess at
college.

I offed the ball at the wrong moment.

I won't make that mistake again.

Unless you two are... No, I'm not.

Good. Well, I've got a clear run then.

He's really sorry.

Just not convenient tonight.

Well, look, thanks for trying.

I'll just, you know, curl up in a hollow
somewhere.

You can't do that.

Actually, the weather forecast's not
that bad.

I hope you wouldn't treat a friend of
yours like that.

Not to worry.

It would have been a laugh, that's all.

Catching up?

Yeah, still can't be helped.

Nice meeting you, though.

Duncan.

Hang on, there is somewhere.

I'm sorry we can't see eye to eye,
brother.

Me too, Lassie, me too.

Isn't what your father would have
wanted.

No.

He wanted his son to inherit the
business.

I once asked you to be my dad instead.
Remember that?

It's all quite formal.

But I recall I was to sign a piece of
paper you'd drawn up to the effect.

Embarrassingly typical.

You were a stickler for the paperwork.

Even at age seven.

I'll get my majority.

One way or another.

We'll see.

Your job's safe.

My job is creating fine, whole -page,
single malt.

Dad goes, so do I.

Hi.

Hi, Miss Result.

Just a mistake.

All sorted.

And the meat was delivered.

Complete with bloke and stripy apron,
thank you.

You're right.

These things need to be considered on a
case -by -case basis.

Are you taking them, Michael?

I'm just following your lead, that's
all.

So, is there anything else we need to
talk about?

What like?

Well, when Archie asked me to look after
the place, I think it was in his mind

that we work together.

And here we are.

I don't mean share an office. I mean
share what we're doing, day to day.

Yeah, well, I wasn't too sure.

Look, I know it's tough.

without you being gone. You want plenty
to occupy, yeah?

It's nothing to do with it.

OK.

Sure, there isn't anything else I should
be getting involved with?

No.

Right, I won't be here for dinner.

What, Dick?

Something like that.

Hector was so last minute, we had to
race to the register office in the

The only whiteout we had was handware.

You were married in your underwear?

Oh, those day skirts were so short they
barely covered you.

Hardly noticed.

What was it there? I learned something
new.

I always thought I'd jet off to Honolulu
and tie the knot on some sun -kissed

beach. Very popular with stars at the
time.

Oh, Molly, stop throwing me on.

Tell me about your wedding.

Small church family affair.

Just sad when love ends.

Yes, especially when it ends in a messy
and very expensive divorce.

I walked away with my record collection
and a truly ghastly built standard lamp.

Were you... A very long time ago.

You've never even considered remarrying?

Not until now.

Or to be more exact, until the first
moment I saw you.

There must have been other women,
surely.

Not too brief affairs.

No one remotely like you.

Well, why I should have been singled
out, I really can't imagine.

You really can't, can you?

Andrew, you're tripling.

No.

It's just for one night, though, yes?

Who does it?

It's this guy, Andrew.

He's moved into the big house.

I'm supposed to be keeping an eye on it
for him.

You will be careful, yeah? Don't worry.

Come round later, we'll have a proper
chat.

Yeah, OK.

But please, Dad... It's me, Jess.

Remember?

Yeah, no worries.

I'll have a long soak.

Make myself look beautiful.

Yeah, OK. See you later.

Jess. Yeah.

I'll be...

Is

this a good idea?

He's a friend.

Why, a friend?

What does that mean?

Well, it means... Well, I don't think he
sees it that way.

Duncan, that's rubbish.

Yeah, well, listen, if I... In fact, if
anyone finds out about this, you're for

the high jump.

Uh -huh. But no one's going to find out,
though, are they, Duncan?

Not from me. Look, I will make sure he
doesn't do anything stupid, all right?

I'm going to come back tonight.

Oh, dear.

And Lexi was making something special
for dinner.

I'm absolutely mortified.

Well, these things happen.

Not if you had fuel, they don't.

And you, a world traveller.

Not anymore.

Must have been a very exotic business
that kept you abroad so much.

Just business, that's all.

Buying and selling, was it?

Import, export, say no more?

Nothing so colourful.

Overseas investments, that's all.

Spending other people's money, I'd have
been a whiz at that.

Why keep it 12 years when you're allowed
to sell it at three?

We have hundreds of thousands of litres
sitting in casks. Meanwhile, we can

hardly pay the lecky bill.

So what's your plan?

Sell everything four years and older.

The supermarkets will snap it up for
their own brand stuff.

And that's the capital in new equipment.

So the lagomore continues?

The distillery, yes.

But not the brand?

We'll create a new brand.

Leaner, stronger, modern, with a more
competitive product in the bottle.

Partly evangelist?

I need... The casting vote.

Lakefield will come through, I'm sure.
Which would be fine, if time wasn't such

an issue.

I'll call in tomorrow and sign.

You brought it with you.

Ever prepared, Paul? You never know
what's going to happen.

I thought you were abroad.

I cast a diet on the village.

I hope you don't mind pasta. That's all
I can cook.

You've stocked up.

It's nice here and he doesn't need it.

Guy, one night that was what we said.

The village shop didn't run to tomato
puree, so I had to get ketchup.

Is that OK?

That's the last, I'm afraid.

Thank you.

Just the turps left.

Really?

I think tomorrow at breakfast we should
discuss the plans for the house.

Why, aren't you happy with it?

No, no, with Lexi and Paul.

I mean, they are family and they haven't
had much of a say.

Well, they'll go along with whatever's
best for you.

You don't mind then?

No, of course not.

Are you going out, lover?

Very good joke.

Tell me another one.

A bike.

He ran out of June.

I thought you were lying in a ditch
somewhere.

I am sorry.

Oh, as long as you're both all right.

I had a boyfriend I had myself on. He
was always running out of petrol on some

lonely road.

I'm sure he measured it down to the very
last teaspoon.

Very funny.

Oh, I'm sorry. I'll just go and work on
some new material, shall I, for the next

time I have to rescue you. It was hardly
a rescue.

Oh, sorry. Did you have it all under
control then?

Oh, let's not spoil it. It's been such a
lovely day.

Do you want me to pick up the bike now
or will I get it tomorrow?

No, just load the stuff on and let's get
home.

No point in trying to save the dinner
now.

Would you rather drop me off at the
cottage?

If that's what you want, then yeah.

No.

That's a terrible idea.

I mean, you two should be together, not
apart, not in an evening like this.

Life's too short.

I don't want to outstate my welcome.

Oh, come on, how could you? You two jump
in the back, I'll put the rest of this

stuff on and we'll be home in a jiff.

Dad?

Dad?

Dad? Is that you?

Dad?

I think I might have done something a
bit stupid. It's about Andrew.

He's up at the big house.

Yeah, well, that's the thing.

I'm not believing now.

We've been going through Amanda's plans
for the distillery.

Paul's spent a lot of time with us today
getting to know the business.

Well, I've read your stuff.

I think it's a pretty decent case.

So perhaps you and I could split the
time, you know, discuss it further.

Well, actually, Lexi, I've exercised a
family vote in favour of Amanda's

Oh, have you now?

Right, well, I'll probably say
goodnight.

See you later.

Night, Paul.

Night, Stephen. Thanks.

Who did that?

Wind me up. It was his day of business
they needed dealing with. By me?

You didn't deal with it when you should
have done. No, I haven't dealt with it

because I haven't decided which way to
go yet.

Well, there wasn't much choice. They
need to get on with it.

I'm sorry. I thought we had this
straight.

Obviously not.

Now, I run this estate with your help,
OK? That does not include you going

behind my back the first time a pretty
face comes along.

You're determined to exclude me in spite
of everything. No, I am determined to

run this estate the way Archie wants it
run. The way Archie wants it run, Lexie,

is by us.

So... Pole?

It's a good idea. An efficient use of
dead space.

Of course, that's very much from an
outsider's perspective.

Well, it's useful to have a more
detached view.

Yeah, as long as we don't get detached
from the present realities of Glen

Bogley. By present realities, you mean
the rut we are presently stuck in.

It's only a rut to those with little or
no understanding of the way things work

around here.

So, that's a yes, then?

Hey, Jess.

Are you going to clear up before you
leave?

But the lady's man is Andrew.

Guy, you've got no business going
through his things. Come on, let's clear

Look at these three.

Likes his blondes, doesn't he?

Yeah, very interesting. Right, grab a
teeter.

There's no point, Jess.

I've invited a few of the gang up.

You're kidding!

I thought you'd be pleased.

but they're hoedown like old times.

Guy, grow up. We're not students
anymore.

Get your things together and I will
clear up, all right?

Somebody's got to be here to let them
in.

Ring them. They can't come here, OK?

They'll have set off by now.

Ozzie and Tasha and a couple of others.

You and me.

Guy, what?

It'd be a laugh.

There's nothing Archie has that you
don't, except for one thing.

You spawn into it and you quit.

Well, I had Golly.

It's something I've done.

It's not you.

And Golly'll come around.

Anyway, it wasn't just him. Archie had
you too. Don't forget that.

Yeah, but... You know, any time that
Archie said anything, one way or

it just... it happened.

No, but with me, Archie'll listen.

Well, then you've got to make him
listen. You've got to bring the Glen to

otherwise they'll be off.

Jason Sheen.

And Glenn.

Jason Sheen.

It was a full of speech, I was saying.

I do feel sorry for Lexi.

She's taking it rather badly.

Oh, when the alterations are done, and
when she sees how much easier it's going

to be to look after, I'm sure she'll
come round.

Her concerns aren't entirely to do with
housekeeping.

No, of course not. I mean...

It's Archie's house, naturally. She
doesn't want things to change.

And very soon, it'll be our house, too.

Our house?

Yes. Yes, of course it will.

Good morning.

Well, I take it you're not working then,
Gregor?

We're in dispute with management.

You could thank your brother -in -law
for that.

Paul was only doing what he thought was
best for the company.

Under the new plan, half the men will
lose their jobs. Our neighbour supplies

them all to go out of business.

As will the cask breaker, who's our
local man also.

But things can't go on the way they
were.

Can you not negotiate some sort of
compromise?

A lagging moor's been made for nearly
200 years without compromise.

I'll not put my name to one now.

But if the distillery closes down, then
they're all going to lose their jobs.

OK. Thanks.

We'll get back to you if we want to take
it further.

Finally, I get to talk to a buyer.

Any good?

If they like it, they'll pay around £22
a litre for all our stock over three

years old. We pay £19 .50 to the excise
man, which leaves us with £2 .50 a

litre.

Well, that's nothing.

The supermarkets have to bottle it,
stick a label on and put it in a box.

That's the economy of Scotch whiskey.

Oh. You know, both here.

Paul said I could work here today.

The atmosphere at the distillery is a
bit unpleasant.

Well, if you think that's unpleasant,
most of these men are going to be out of

work. Then there's the shop, the pub,
and the school, even.

And they're all going to suffer through
this. Look, you can't make an omelette.

Amanda, there is breaking eggs and there
is bombing the hen house.

Just... I'm just starting to find my
feet here and then he comes on.

Well, what about... What about Golly? I
mean, can't he do something?

I don't know, Duncan.

I've not seen Dad like this before.

You leave Golly to me.

What am I going to do about Guy?

You leave Guy to me.

Yeah, but there's all his friends coming
up for this party.

Well, you leave all his friends coming
up for this party to me.

Life is pretty down with Archie being
away.

And the distillery's gone on strike.
And, well, that's just the beginning.

The majest is all right. Ah, she's fine
for now.

But she's got a lot on her plate looking
after Andrew's cottage. And, well, she

could do with a hand.

Look, everything's at sixes and sevens.
We need you back being smart and sorting

stuff out.

I'm not a medical worker.

I'd rather have been using them on
myself by now.

Look.

I know I'm a disappointment to you.

But I'm not daft, and you've never
disappointed me until now, right now, in

pub. I never strike you, Duncan, that I
just might be tired.

And I might wonder life without the
constant problems of the family

I don't... You don't believe that.

Nothing or no one is forever.

I told you before that your time would
come.

Right, yeah, well, whatever. Maybe it
will.

And when it does, we'll see. But it's
not now, not for a long time.

All right, things are going to be
different.

But you can either sit here and pour
yourself another and pretend it's not

happening, or you can roll your sleeves
up and help us sort this mess out.

Same again, Golly?

Yes, please.

Thank you, lass.

You're a bit early, but we'll think of
something to do till the rest of life.

Once more, Guy, please will you leave?

You're a real drag, know that? I'm in so
much trouble if anyone finds you here.

It was your idea.

What was it, try to be one of the guys,
were you?

You've turned into a real bloody wage
slave.

You make a great pair, you and your
mate.

What?

Duncan's fine, all right?

He's worth ten of you.

You coming in or what?

I hope Lexi will be all right. We've
missed two dinners in a row, and what

Archie away and... Oh, she's fine.

Anyway, once we're married and the
alterations are finished, she's bound to

less of us.

Oh, why?

Sunrise, tropical beach.

That's where we're going to be married.

But that was just a silly romantic
dream.

Then follow it.

But, Andrew, no one will be able to join
us there.

It's your wedding.

Follow your dream.

And I'll follow it with you.

Duncan, come in.

I'm here on behalf of the estate to ask
you to leave.

Don't be daft. We're just getting going.

You do realise you're trespassing?

Well, I'm not.

But I was invited in. It's got to fetch
me.

Come in and meet some people.

Look, if you leave now, I can avoid any
trouble.

Let's discuss it over a drink, OK? What
a drink.

Tasha. Duncan.

Duncan and Tasha.

I shall take you over a drink.

Look, I'm just asking you, it's right,
he's a guy to leave.

Because a chum of mine's in real trouble
if he doesn't. I mean, this is the...

What do you have? Somebody's trying to
neck the car!

big man, eh? Some sort of authority
figure.

Just get in your cars and go.

Don't worry.

We'll leave you two to your boring
wilderness.

Yes?

You alright?

I mean, am I sober?

I'm sober enough.

Dad, I think I've got a real problem out
at Andrew's cottage.

I've just been by there. It's all quiet.

Quiet? Yeah.

Dunkerham is there, keeping an eye on
things.

Right. Great.

Do you want some tea?

I'll get it.

You see, I do get all the tradition
stuff.

But the distillery's on its knees, so I
can't see her point of view.

The whole time I'm just thinking, well,
what would you do?

I really wish you were here to tell me.

Good night.

What do you know about Andrew?

Not a lot.

Only, there were these three paintings,
portraits of women, very smart looking,

all blonde.

You're about early.

Something wrong?

Why did you hang on to those paintings?

Sorry? The three women.

Trophies, was it?

Have you been snooping around?

I'm not proud of what I did, but I'll
live with it.

I don't know how you can with three
marriages.

Oh, no.

You didn't.

Good heavens, man. They were models.

Nothing more.

Very plausible.

It's the truth. The truth.

You wouldn't recognise the truth if it
reached out and shook you by the hand.

You calling me a liar?

I'm trying to imagine what it was you
said as you slipped that ring onto their

fingers.

This is nonsense.

Of course, I'm not very good with words,
but you are.

You have a vivid imagination, a kind of
in love.

There had to be money.

So much, Andrew.

How much did you take them for before
you rode off into the sunset?

Making sure to take your ring with you.

What do you think I am? I know what you
are.

I just want to know what you're going to
do now.

Are you still intending to start a new
life with Molly based on a pack of lies?

I have not lied to Molly.

I never would. You never told her the
truth, no different.

I have told her the truth.

I've told her that I love her. No doubt
you said the same to them.

Told you they were mortals. She did.

Molly's different. Not like the others.
That's the truth.

Listen, Andrew, Molly's happiness means
more to me than anything else in the

world.

And be very careful before you wreck it.

I promise you, I'll make her happy.

For God's sakes, man, I'm begging you.

Give me a chance.

Sorry, Andrew.

You must tell her.

I shouldn't have interfered. It was
wrong of me. I apologise.

No, no.

You were right.

You know, running this place, it's... I
did so much with me and Archie.

I guess I just wasn't ready to share.

And now?

Yes, please.

We'd better come up with a bloody good
idea and fast.

You know, the best decisions that Archie
ever made were...

A blend of the coldly logical and the
ever so slightly barking.

It's a skill all on its own.

Well, contrary to my genetic
inheritance, I know nothing about

And Amanda's right.

Hardly anyone uses a malting floor these
days, let alone grind their own barley

or make their own casks.

The lagomor belongs to another age.

I know what Archie would do.

What?

Paul, he's already done it.

Even if what you say is true, and I
grant you it might be, it's awful

hard to contemplate working for a woman.

Amanda is smart and capable, and so are
you. Work with her or kiss the lagomore

goodbye. It will mean compromise.

But you have to compromise to survive.
There's no other way, Gregor.

Listen, Amanda, I know that selling this
dog can reinvest and it'll work, but

this play, whether you like it or not,
is part of the glam.

I'm not getting sucked into this, Lexi.
I've made my plan and I'm sticking to

it. This is the kind of attitude that
you're supposed to be against.

I know you're trying to help, Lexi, but
what you're suggesting would be a recipe

for disaster.

Well, that is where you're wrong.

And I am going to prove it to you.

Hey.

I was going to check the space in with
you.

You know the soil so much better than
me.

Well, you're bound to lose a few up
here.

Probably need a wee bit of thinning out.

I think you've very much hit the spot.

Make a fine wood.

Thanks.

I'll not live to see it, but...

Maybe you and your grandchildren will
get to enjoy it one day.

Thanks for looking after my girl, son.

Oh, golly.

Golly, she's mean.

A lacquerware cellar fashion is almost
unique in Scotland.

With the right marketing, it could be a
big tourist draw.

Which brings us back to Lexi.

Every step of the recovery of Glenbogle
is here.

marketing strategies, sources of grants
and investments, visited profiles.

I mean, there is a ton here.

Commercial intelligence like that is
worth a lot.

They'll give it to us for free if...
What about jobs?

No redundancies, just natural wastage
until the manning's at the right level.

And you negotiate with Amanda on new
shift patterns and working practices?

Which means 24 -hour operation, Gregor.

And we'll have to sell a proportion of
the younger whiskey to generate some

cash. But the 12 -year -old?

That much, dear?

It will.

The cash we raise will be put straight
into marketing.

Hopefully it will return to profit, and
then I'd like to diversify.

I knew there'd be a catch.

I'm thinking something the whiskey snobs
would really pay through the nose for.

Put Lagenmore on the map, big time.

A special reserve, Gregor.

A 17 -year -old Lagenmore.

Can that be done?

It can't, that is my cliche.

It'll be fit for the gods.

Why are you smiling?

I wanted to create a special reserve
when your father was alive that was far

set in his ways.

I'd like to ask as well if Paul can take
over his late father's seat on the

board. If that's acceptable.

Yes, it is.

Oh.

I appreciate that.

Why?

If you two would like to seal the deal,
and then we'll be finished here.

I'll leave that properly drawn up in
writing, young lady.

I know you're a stickler for your
paperwork.

To us.

And to the lagging moor.

Thank you. Cheers.

Sorry. I can't stand the stuff.

You have to believe me, Molly.

It was quite different.

Those other women, I didn't love them.

Did you tell them that you did?

My first marriage ended exactly as I
said. I was penniless.

In those days, I had a certain...

Charm.

And anyway, they could all well afford
the money they parted with.

Did you tell them you loved them?

I didn't hurt them. I don't think I did.

Maybe, in a way.

You were good for them.

Made them feel alive, wanted, loved
even.

I love you.

And I would have told you all this,
everything.

What did they think they were investing
their money in?

I did have businesses, that was the
truth.

Which kept you abroad a lot and out of
the way.

Oh, Andrew.

What a life you've led.

All in the past. Finished.

Forgotten.

But you know, if I could change it now,
you know I would.

We've all done things we regret.

Ashamed of, even.

I can never forgive myself for what I
did.

But if you could...

In some way.

Find it in yourself to forgive me.

I want to believe that you mean sincere
in everything that's passed between us.

Every single word, I promise.

But if I were to see those portraits...
I'll destroy them, Molly. But if I were

to see them, and I must, would I
recognize anything?

I gave you that.

Because I wanted to spend the rest of
our lives together.

How could I ever believe that?

Keep it, please.

Think about it. I mean, even now, even
after all this.

Can't we start again from the beginning?

I do love you.

And I want to forgive you.

Getting ready for the season.

Ah, yes.

Will it be a good one?

Not to say.

What do your instincts tell you?

Well, if you were to put me on the spot,
which heaven knows you'd never do,

Molly, I'd say it was going to be a fine
season this year.

Glad.

So?

He's gone.

Foolish notion.

Another large cross on the book of life.

Love, golly, that chapter's finished.

Now we're going to sit back.

and watch it grow.