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He terrorized the people of these
mountains for years, stealing the

killing the menfolk, kidnapping children
from the beds where they lay.

He was a beast.

Found a scrap of human feeling or
decency.

So he had to die.

I don't like this.

Go on, Cully.

It was the turn of the year 1304.

He'd been lured here by the promise of
Macdonald Hospitality.

These men were plied with drink which
had been dropped so they just fell down

senseless.

And at the stroke of midnight, a simple
company turned on the bandit chief and

stabbed him so that no one man would be
held responsible.

Legend has it that he was cut by 50
swords.

Oh. Oh.

Fantastic.

And that was the end of Mad Malcolm
McGregor.

Thank goodness for that.

And was it?

With his dying breath, he cursed the
family Macdonald and swore to haunt

house by the water forever.

Especially at Hogmanay.

Right now, I'm fine.

Duncan!

Got you with that one, didn't I?

Don't do that.

Well, you shouldn't be so girly. She'd
take a leaf out of my... I don't scare

easy. Anyway, there's not really a
ghost.

Is there?

Golly. Of course not.

It's all rubbish.

And even if there was, it's hardly like
to strike terror into your heart, is it?

Spirit of the night gone, Malcolm.

We shall see.

We shall see.

Over the rickety -rackety bridge.

See that, Becky?

Yes.

Dad, it's an owl.

Some people might say it's an omen.

Some people might be after their
troubles.

Look, Becky, I know you didn't want to
come with me, but now that we're here,

let's try and enjoy ourselves, eh?

Have a happy new year.

Okay, Dad.

I can't wait.

I've waited all year to see Mad Malcolm.

Settled into your new room?

Yeah, a lot warmer.

I left a message for the plumber.

I'm sorry, Archie won't be here for the
New Year party.

Yeah, it's a shame, isn't it? When will
he be back?

Um, I'm not sure.

Look, we'd better go and eat.

Visitors will be arriving soon.

Yeah, right, I'll, um... Well, I've just
got to get ready.

I'm so really bored to having him back
where he belongs.

Oh, never mind, Molly.

We'll still make it the bash of the
year. It just won't be the same without

Who's going to first foot?

That's Archie's job.

And the black bun he always cooks.

You'll have to make it instead, Ewan.
OK, Molly.

I'll get a piece of cake. Will you get
that? Please don't.

He's post -hunter.

We can have some fun with him. Eh?

They want ghosts, right?

We give them ghosts.

I know.

I wouldn't be right.

You're not scared, are you, Dunk?

Hello? Hello?

Would that be our unfortunate visitors,
yes?

That's right.

I cannot speak for long, but you must go
back.

Once you cross that bridge...

I'm sorry.

I would not wish you to suffer like the
others did.

Go back!

Oh, no, master!

Is that someone phoning about?

Hello? Sorry, yeah, that was just one of
the children.

You've actually come the back way. So if
you punch 666 into the keypad, and then

the barrier will open.

Now, the house is five miles further on.

OK, see you soon.

Have you made up your bed yet?

I just wonder why he invited him, that's
all.

I thought his website would be good
publicity.

Attract more visitors.

Mad Malcolm.

It's all touched, Lexie.

Maybe. And then again, maybe not.

And... Scotland's scariest better. It's
got 60 ,000 hits in its first week.

But is that the sort of business we want
to attract?

I thought we were supposed to be
innovative, forward -looking.

Archie always said you should raise him
and wherever you can find it.

But Archie's not here, Molly.

Well, he will be soon and for a long
time to come, eh, Lexi?

People like these stories, Paul.

Apart of the history of the place.

Holy highland heritage, God, it drives
me nuts.

I mean, what's that got to do with us in
the 21st century?

The fact that you asked that question,
Paul, shows that perhaps you're not yet

in tune with our way of life here.

Maybe I'm not, Molly.

So, what are you going to wear to the
party, Paul?

How about a kilt?

Well, it's got a squintable blade.

I don't think so.

Not really me.

I don't see why not.

Your father was a Highland chieftain who
observed all the traditions that you

appear to have very little time for.

Anyone ready for sticky toffee pudding?

Look at that.

Welcome to the House of Fun.

And this is our chef, Ewan.

Chef, housekeeper, ready to serve your
needs and guarantee your pleasure. As

man said, let me entertain you.

Robbie Williams.

Can't stand him.

Let me show you to your room.

I don't know how you do it, son.

It's real, that's... That's OK.

I'll make a challenge.

Have you seen Matt Malcolm, Mrs
MacDonald?

No, but my husband did on several
occasions, especially late in the

after a good dinner.

They're now in a position to forge a
closer friendship.

Hector died 23 months ago.

I'm sorry.

And has your husband ever appeared to
you in any way? Oh, yes. We get messages

from him all the time. Really?

Unpaid wine merchant bills, golf balls,
secreted in the most bizarre places.

What about your son?

Has he seen the spirit?

My son?

The young man we met.

Oh, Paul is not my son.

He is one of the family, though.

Well, not really, I suppose, in a way.

Yes, sort of.

Excuse me.

This way, lass.

There's a definite chill in here.

Just here.

I take it you don't share your father's
beliefs, then?

No. I've never seen a ghost. Never will.

There you go.

Get up, lad.

Hello. This is... One of the children.

Duncan.

Becky Boddy.

Pardon? Buddy.

Who?

I mean, what a great name.

You're in here, sir.

I was just making your bed. I hope
you're in it.

Comfortable in it.

Shall I give you a hand?

With the bed?

Right.

They're my dad's.

You got everything you need?

Temporary billet.

Story of my life.

Listen, try not to judge Molly too
harshly. She's just upset about Archie

coming home.

She said what she felt.

Yeah, well, give it time.

I thought it was going to work out,
golly.

I really did.

Oh, well, son.

We'll see.

Hey, you on the pool?

No. You'd start eating out of your hand.
How do you manage it? I get nowhere.

You try too hard.

There's more than one way of doing a
tiger.

I mean, the whip and the tear.

That comes later.

First, just click on that.

And a little easy charm.

Dunk. You've got about as much time as a
septic tank, mate.

Ah, right. You go and burn a black bun,
and I'll take care of customer

relations.

No, Archie.

Look,

it's just getting harder and harder to
keep a lid on things.

Oh, well, Paul hasn't caught on, but
golly, get it.

And Molly, well, she just keeps going on
and on about how wonderful it's going

to be when you get home.

Yeah, well, it's really hard.

Because I just can't look her in the
face, knowing that you don't want to be

leered anymore.

I want to work with you.

Yeah.

Stay away from my daughter.

She's an innocent child and way out of
your league with unreflection.

Probably isn't saying it.

Hey, hang on a minute!

Right, that's it.

He's asked for it and he's going to get
it. What is it?

Duncan, where are you going now?

To do some things. Some very frightening
things.

Can I help?

Men's business.

He is really beginning to get on my
wires.

Maybe he needs taking down a peg or
three.

Paul, you OK?

You're overheard.

Archie's giving up Glen Bogle.

For good.

And Molly doesn't know, does she?

No.

But now that you do, I'll have to tell
her.

Why is he doing this?

Well,

I suppose, um...

It's for you.

For me?

That's absurd.

No, it's not right.

I can't let Archie do it.

I mean, do you want this?

No, of course not.

This is your home.

I won't let this happen, Lexi.

If my calculations are correct, The hall
in the old castle where Malcolm was

murdered was just here, which would make
this the paranormal hotspot.

Dad, is this really necessary?

Becky, this could live in the annals of
parapsychology.

We could see something amazing.

This is amazing.

Night, Dad. I'm off to bed.

One of the many mysteries of this house.

I've lived here for over 40 years and
I've never seen it open.

I... I must apologise to you.

It's all right, Molly.

No, it isn't. What I said wasn't very
nice.

Unforgivable, in fact.

This really isn't necessary.

I know how much you're missing, Archie.

Well, that is very generous of you.

Rather a final thing, isn't it?

You don't know what's in it, do you?

Yep.

Of course, it could be something very
boring.

On the other hand...

Show yourself.

The one who was called Malcolm.

Oh, Ian, have you found something
interesting?

The presence of a spirit is often
indicated by an unexplained coolness in

atmosphere. Is that so? The temperature
around this spot and several others is

five degrees lower than the rooms
upstairs.

Yeah, well, there's a good reason for
that.

One of the central heating circuits is
packed up. Happens all the time.

But why?

That's the question.

Er, broken pump.

Or a broken spirit.

If you need a key...

It does.

I'll read what it says.

Dear Bertie's belongings.

I can't turn it. You try.

It's coming.

Antelope or something.

Stinks a bit.

Maybe Bertie went to Africa.

Sorry? I didn't say anything.

A very brave soldier.

I wonder who Bertie was.

And what happened to him?

Oh, not again.

And boo -boo.

Um, I'm, uh...

At the hotspot.

Just coming up to midnight and things
are happening.

Right, you'll set this and I'll go and
get some candles.

Good night, Paul. Night.

And thank you.

Thanks a lot.

Hey.

Mocking me in down here.

I don't know.

Didn't you?

No, I just came to check the fuses.

No, I'm fixing them.

With those?

Well, I'll, um... I'll let you get on
with it, then.

You haven't seen anything, have you?

What? Things.

Funny stuff.

Not you as well.

I know you're there.

Who are you?

What is your purpose here?

Why do you disturb my peace?

Oh, take care.

Take care.

Are you well?

Speak

to

me, Malcolm.

Tell me your sad tale.

Dad, keep the racket down, will you?

Oh, how marvellous.

Judge?

Keep moving.

Keep the lights steady boys.

There's lots of his clothes.

Rather nice clothes, but nothing to say
who he was.

Intriguing.

Are you all right?

Yeah, I'm just tired.

I had the weirdest dream.

I just wish I could find out who he is.
Yeah, was.

Come with me.

Cup of tea, Becky?

Can I get you some breakfast?

I'm on a diet.

Yeah? Don't be daft. You're stunning,
though.

It's you, isn't it?

The mad Malcolm routine.

Me? It's not funny.

He may be a dingbat, but there are
reasons.

In any case, he's my dingbat,
understand?

So just leave him alone.

Hi, Duncan. Hi, Becky.

I want a word with you.

It was you, wasn't it? I had to sell the
door again.

Who went away the wrong?

Hi, Becky.

Did Jeff know you were playing away?

Right, here's the deal.

You cut out all the funny stuff and I'll
help you with Becky.

Or maybe I should just tell Jess.

Or maybe you should away and bake a
cake.

I'm trying Archie's recipe.

But where am I going to get ginger, mint
and cream of tartar and hog money?

Won't they have them down the garage?

Just pick any of them.

Nobody needs to think, just for show.

Yeah? Yeah.

I mean, would you eat something that
looks like a lump of coal?

Not so fast, not so fast.

What's this?

You don't want to see that. Yes, I do.

Is that... It's your father and I on our
wedding day.

Oh, what a sight.

Absolutely. You look great.

You won't get round me like that.

Molly, I found him.

Really? How can you tell? Well, because
of... Because of the uniform, see?

30 before he left us April 1899.

Left us?

South Africa, maybe.

The Boer War.

Oh, look at him.

He's the absolute double of you.

No. I think so. Yes, he is.

Except the faith furniture.

Handsome brute, isn't he?

He won't get around me like that, Molly.

Hi.

Molly,

can I have a word?

Mm -hmm.

It's important.

I'll leave you to it.

Good morning, Captain.

Time to turn out on parade.

Your mother wants to see you.

Mrs. MacDonald.

Ma 'am.

Ma 'am, Master Hamish is waiting to see
you.

Not today.

He has not seen you for three weeks.

I can't. I can't be him.

He mothers not very well today, Hamish.

Not well?

Let's you and me go and see if we can
find some throat in that river.

Doesn't want to see me, does she?

No, no, it's not that.

She doesn't love me anymore.

He doesn't want to be led.

I'm sorry, Molly.

He's not coming. No.

For a few weeks, yeah.

Then, well, we don't have any... I don't
understand. It's incredible.

The two of you are leaving.

Men. A white bun.

Well, I'm glad that's out in the open
anyway.

I knew there was something worrying you.

And you're not upset?

Not in the slightest.

That's such a relief.

Because I don't believe it for one
second.

What? Well, he's upset.

I can't possibly mean it.

Leave Glenn Bogle and his family.

All semi's half -brother can have the
place to himself.

It's complicated, Molly. Did Paul put
him up to this?

No, no.

He isn't as upset as anyone.

He knows already.

Well, no one must be upset for the
simple reason it's not going to happen.

I can't believe that one moment that
Archie could have meant what he said.

I need to go and do some gardening.

But, please, I'm in a grand shock.

Shock hard.

What are you doing?

As if I need to ask.

Putting last night's images on the
website.

Nearly finished.

We can go for a walk.

Good. What a way to spend New Year's
Eve.

Must get the details right, Becky.

They can be critical.

As well as awkward.

What do you mean?

Your friend, right? Mad Malcolm.

You said he spoke to you?

Yes. Did he speak to you in English?

With a Scots accent.

Don't you think a 14th century Highland
bandit chieftain would actually only

have spoken Gaelic? Don't mock me,
child.

I'm not a child.

I know exactly what all of this is
about. It's about Mum, isn't it?

Do you have... Any idea how embarrassing
it is to have a weirdo for a dad?

You were a soldier?

Me too.

Why are you here?

Are you unhappy?

Worried?

About your family?

A widow grieving and son bereft?

What do you want me to do?

And I got a bite straight away. We
fought and fought, but finally I landed

And with a fly I made myself.

Hamish, do not speak with your mouth
full. You're not the mark of a

Sorry.

Hamish, your father is coming home.

The telegram arrived and he's coming on
the overnight train.

Yes.

Mistress' telegram was delivered 20
months since.

It's nonsense.

And himself was home on his final leave
before he went to the war.

You're lying.

He is not coming home, Mistress.

I won't listen to this. He is dead. No!

No, don't dare touch me!

Oh, dead!

You will both leave this house within
the hour.

And be thankful that my husband knows
nothing of this.

They shot him.

The bullet went here.

The minute Africa killed him, my
father's dead.

You are a wicked boy.

I hate you!

Jess, what cream of tartar again?

Um, isn't that what Duncan's auntie
loves rubbing her cheeks every night?

It's a bit like talcum powder, isn't it?

I'll get you some.

Sit there for long and you'll catch your
death.

I should be fair lucky.

You OK?

You're not helping your dad?

Please, the only help he needs is in a
psychiatric clinic.

Oh.

Sorry.

And what about you?

What kind of help do you need?

Oh, hey.

Come here.

Put this on.

And then you can tell your Uncle Dunk...
Unk Dunk all about it.

Bye.

How are you getting on with Becky?

Oh, we're really close.

Like I was dumping on her shoe.

Maybe she's keen on someone else.

That's really sad.

I don't know how it's going to end.

Why don't I just go and talk to him, man
to man?

No, he won't listen.

I'll make him.

Aye, aye.

Oh, sorry.

Going to give you a shock.

I wanted to ask you, of all your
experiences with ghouls and ghosties,

been the scariest?

You know, like, the most real.

Well, last night was up there with the
best, I can tell you.

Oh, yeah. It was the put -up job.

I did it.

With a torch and a megaphone and an old
fiddle in the, uh, off switch on the

power supply.

Don't be absurd.

So that must leave something way out on
its own.

Hey, Ian.

Would that be when your wife came to
you?

It was a Wednesday night. I was away at
a conference.

I'll never forgive myself for that.

But I wasn't there, you know.

Driving instead of her.

Two days after the funeral, I was
sitting in the conservatory, feeling so

low.

Looking out into the garden she made and
loved.

And then suddenly she was there.

Walking along the border.

Right up to the window where I was
sitting.

What happened next?

She smiled, gave a little wave, walked
away through the poppies, and

then she disappeared.

Have you seen her again?

I suppose that's what all this is about,
really.

Hoping somehow she'll come to me again.

Perhaps she will.

But listen, all this mad Malcolm
rubbish... It's not.

Well, maybe it is, maybe it isn't, but
don't you think it's time you thought a

little less about the dead and a little
more about the living?

You've a lovely daughter, E.

She's already lost her mum and, well, in
a way, she's lost her dad too.

I was cold even with this one.

Hi, Dad.

Becky.

Why don't you and me go somewhere and
talk?

Yes, Dad.

Hi, sweetheart.

going back, Molly.

Not in the way you want.

No.

He is coming home.

He is coming home.

Oh, my God.

There is a fire!

Help me!

I'm fine.

Dear Archie and Lexi.

Making their life here, making the place
a thing.

Me with my grandchildren around me.

And now... How did that happen, Golly?

Just life, Molly.

Nobody planned it. It's nobody's fault.

Especially not Paul's.

Isn't it a fine gift for one brother to
give to another?

Yes.

Yes.

I just told Paul as if I meant to accept
it.

Paul?

I don't want to talk to you.

No, wait, just... Don't laugh at me.

New year.

A time for resolutions.

New starts.

Archie... Archie doesn't see his future
here anymore.

He wants to start a new life somewhere
else.

But you don't want that, do you?

Archie's my man.

He's more important to me than anyone or
anything.

Certainly more important than a place.

You understand me?

But you must stay here.

You can call it your duty, but it's
what's right.

All right, big fella.

What are you doing lying low?

Come on.

Another soldier wants to talk to you.

Everything's fine.

I've been through the family records.

Your wife and son seem to have got
over...

What happened to you?

She remarried a few years later.

No, he looks a nice man.

That's their wedding picture.

They had two more children.

Girls, I think, for Hamish to play with.

He grew up a big, strapping lad.

Here he is.

Ruin at Cambridge.

He became laird of Glen Bogle.

And he married and had four children of
his own.

Now, here they all are as youngsters.

That's my father, Hector, who became
laird in his turn.

I never knew your son, but my stepmother
says he lived to a sprightly old age.

There he is.

Just before he died.

That's it.

All the witch makes you my great
-grandfather.

There's a chance I might be Lady
Clenbogle myself.

I wasn't sure it was for the best.

But meeting you...

This is all very strange.

What is?

Talking to yourself, eh?

This place must be really getting to
you.

Maybe it is.

Look, I'm not sure what you're going to
be wearing to the do, but I think you'd

look great in that.

Thank you.

I appreciate that.

Oh, are you there?

I found this.

It belonged to Grandfather Hamish.

Traditional MacDonald tartan, 70 years
old and probably moth -eaten.

I'd like you to have it.

Thank you, Molly.

Both of you.

Tough choice.

What's the matter?

I will tell you what's the matter.
Thought you might. You can't seem to

anything seriously, Duncan.

Us included.

Either you're playing daft lad tricks on
Ian. You can talk.

Or you're fooling around with his
daughter.

Either way, it's not very mature
behaviour, is it, Duncan?

What are you, Duncan? A daft lad or a
man?

Gonna get back to you on that one.

Joke.

We need more champagne for midnight.

What are you talking?

A daft blather, am I?

Well, I'm trying to prove it to you
without much encouragement.

Jimmy, you're great.

Jack, you win.

Is that you getting your own back, is
it?

It's pretty immature, if you ask me.

All right, you've made... Whatever it is
you're doing...

Both do what you think best. I shall be
happy as long as you are. I'm sure we

will be.

Oh, yes.

Oh!

That's very nice.

What do you think? Maybe I should have
worn a suit.

No. Your father would have been proud of
you.

Thank you, Molly.

And your legs aren't a complete
embarrassment.

Well, I could say the same about yours.

Jeez, don't say about that.

What? The final stages and you becoming
a proper jock. Scottish country dancing.

Oh, no. Oh, yes.

Remember you?

Not like you've seen a ghost.

Oh, very funny.

It was you two again, wasn't it?

Duncan.

Oh, hi.

My dad and I... We wanted to thank you
for what you've done for us. Yeah.

And we got you a present.

Nothing much. Just a bottle.

Oh, thanks very much.

You're a lovely guy.

You're a lucky girl.

Come on, Dad.

Right.

Time to get on with more of that daft
lad stuff.

Uh, Duncan?

Well, it keeps me in my mind. I first
thought, who's going to bring in a new

year?

Happy New Year, Dad.

Sorry I missed you.

You're forgiven, but don't you ever do
that again.

Happy New Year.

Lexi.

I can't find the words.

I'm all right.

Happy New Year.

Happy New Year. Happy New Year, Paul.

Call for your fire and somebody else to
keep you warm.

Good to hear, Molly.

Dear, dear, ma 'am.

Paul, I must apologise for not making
things easy for you.

I should be saying that to you.

In future, I shall endeavour to do
better.

I hope the new year brings you all good
things.

Thank you, Molly.

And you.

We must cut the New Year cake.

You and the black bun.

I'd just like to say... Happy New Year.

I'd like to say thank you to all of you,
especially Molly and Lexi.

Golly.

Duncan, Jessica and Ewan for making me
feel so at home.

I never thought it would happen.

But I'm at peace here.

It's amazing.

Small miracle.

A toast.

To Archie.

A man I am privileged to call my
brother.

And to a soldier.

None of us knew.

Absent friends.

Absent friends.

Right.

Roll up, roll up. It's time to taste
Ewan's incredible black bun.

What do we do with it? Do we eat it on
our light fires with it? You know, I

think Becky ought to be the first to try
it.

It's really tasty, Ewan.

And kind of tangy.

That'll be the toothpaste.

Mint.

There's talent up here in the Highlands,
after all.

Look, we've got a bag of nuts for you.

Right.

Happy New Year.

Tell you what, though.

That billiard table thing was mad, but
that stunt you pulled in the cellar was

amazing. What?

You know, the thing with the exploding
bottles.

You know.

How did you do that?

With a drink.

Oh, come on, lads! Duncan, what are you
talking about?